It was his idea, after this kid at his school was being followed by this woman who spoke with her hands to the boy every time the teacher spoke. Percy thought it was so weird and he asked the boy why he couldn’t talk
The lady was really nice to him about it, too. She told him the boy couldn’t hear and that this was his way of talking, even if he was in what he called a ‘hearing school’
Percy fell in love with the language instantly. He befriended the boy and the lady, and because of that everyone made fun of him for being around 'that weird kid’
By the end of the semester, Percy was able to talk to Jacob, the deaf kid, without having to used Amanda, the translator
When he went home for winter break, he eagerly showed Sally the new language he learned. Sally couldn’t believe Percy picked up on something like that so quickly, learning so much in only a few short months
Percy insisted that they learn, because 'Then Smelly Gabe doesn’t have to yell at us for being too loud.’
He taught her whenever he had the chance, which was those rare times they went grocery shopping or out buying new uniforms because Percy was afraid Gabe would pick up on this beautiful language
When Percy went back to school, he found out his deaf friend had to move. Heartbroken (platonically speaking) and alone, Percy’s grades stopped getting better and he went mute for the rest of the schon year, refusing to do schoolwork or activities. He buried himself into ASL, learning as much as he could before Sally got a letter shortly after April testing stating that Percy was not welcome back for the next grading cycle
As he got older, he used ASL more than ever. He went back to talking, but sometimes he found himself accidentally signing as he spoke. It started off subtlety, only being words like 'my mother’, 'wind’, 'let’s go’, and 'no/yes’
Sometimes he’ll forget he’s not deaf, or that “normal kids” don’t sign, and he’ll switch into ASL in an argument
Kids teased him for it
He won’t admit it out loud, but that was why he fired that cannon at that Revolutionary war memorial
He forced himself to stop signing when he went to Yancy. He couldn’t look his mom in the eyes for a week when she found out that those kids, the ones who teased him for learning the deaf language, were why he blew up a bus.
Grover met Percy and befriended him, not once learning of his hidden language ability
Percy secretly likes no one knowing about it. It felt kind of like a secret language a spy would use when she couldn’t talk to her partner
As he grew into his demigod life, he found ways to prevent the unintentional signing - spinning Riptide in his fingers, running a hand through his hair, crossing his arms, or simply tucking his hands into his pockets
When Gabe died, Sally and Percy stopped signing to each other. After all, they didn’t need to be secretive, right?
When Paul came around, Percy’s signing defense reactivated. He talked to his mom with his hands again, which had shocked the teacher
Sally reassured Percy that there was no way Paul would be like Gabe. Gabe was being used for his scent; Paul was here because he was sweet and kind and loving
Paul couldn’t understand a word of their conversation, and when he asked Sally what happened, she told him that ASL was Percy’s “escape” language
Percy was shocked when Paul asked him to learn. It proved to be very great bonding time between the 2 of them
Then Hera kidnapped Percy and wiped his memories
While he trained with Lupa, he found himself weaving strange hand gestures into his speech. He couldn’t understand how he knew what this one hand gesture meant, or how to say a certain phrase without having to talk, but he thought it was the coolest thing ever.
Something inside him told himself to keep the hand signals to himself, like a gut feeling
Lupa was always telling Percy to follow his gut
So he stopped signing, focusing on improving his battle movements
Sometimes, on the Argo 2, he would stand in front of the mirror and sign to himself
Once again, he hid his favourite language from his friends. This was his and his mom’s language, their special way of talking
No one was allowed to know it unless they had to
Not even his own father knew that Percy and Sally were ASL speakers
The quests fly by, Percy making a point to communicate with his mouth and not his hands
At the end of Saving The World Part Two™, the first thing he did was go see his mom and sign to her
Beautiful with an S is the name his friend Jacob gave her when Percy showed him a picture. That name was the first thing hr signed when he saw his mother again
The squeal Paul heard from the kitchen indicated that Sally had signed “I’m pregnant”
(Which, guys, totally happened to be all Percy’s fault. Don’t believe me? It took a month of travel to get to Rome. Apollo went MIA for 6 months, which means TOA took place 7 months after SON. Sally is seven months pregnant in The Hidden Oracle…)
Percy settled back down into his normal oral-only speech rule he made for himself
Then Annabeth called him and said that he needed to meet her in Boston
Percy packed up stuff and drove himself to Boston via Blackjack & Chariot taxi services
There he met Magnus, Blitzen, Sam, and Hearthstone
Annabeth cheerily introduced Percy to her 'mortal-not-so-mortal’ cousin
Magnus and Percy discussed stuff for a while before Hearthstone signed that he couldn’t understand what Percy was saying because his mouth formed words differently
Without meaning to, Percy instantly started signing an apology, explaining that New York City accents did that
And Annabeth nearly flipped the table
“What do you mean you’ve been signing since you were 7?!”
Percy was stuck trying to explain to Annabeth that him knowing another language like that was no big deal
But to Percy, ASL was a huge deal. It was his favourite and his secret language.
Annabeth was just mad that such an important piece of information about Percy was never brought to her attention
Request: “Could I request a Paul x Reader where they’re hanging out with the pack and some of them spot Love bites all down her neck and collarbones? And then continue to joke about how the Reader and Paul must have wild sex lives? Thank you so much, it was just a funny idea I had! Eeekkk!! Have a lovely day/night”
It had taken everything in you to trust the pack, it was a
hard uphill struggle that you were constantly on the edge of losing. Every time
their play fighting got too rough or their voices to loud you’d jump up and spring
away from them and it hurt them so
much. You could see Embry’s heart break a little every time you flinched away
from him or Paul’s jaw clench with anger any time Jacob spoke to you because in
his mind it was Jacob’s fault for giving you such a poor introduction to
It had torn at rift in the pack, mostly leaving Jacob on his
own even though you tried to insist that you would be fine when you got used to
it all. Embry felt like he was going insane. You’d not let him touch you since
that night in your backyard and a few nights a go they’d caught the scent of
leech a few streets from you and it set him on edge. Any Vampire worth their
sparkles would be able to smell him and the pack, what if they followed that
scent back to you? He’d phased a few times thinking about it.
You were sat at Emily and Sam’s place, as seemed the usual
now, you’d pushed yourself into the corner of a couch and made polite
conversation with the guys with a small, tight smile.
They left you alone as Paul came over and dropped himself down next to you and flopped
his arms out of that his hand landed near yours. He’s been doing this since
you’d found out, so that he could be close to you but only if you were feeling
up to it.
You slipped your hand into his and you could see him visibly
“How’re you doing Y/N?” He asked and ran his thumb along your knuckles.
“It’s hard.” You admitted.
“You seem fine with me.” Paul answered honestly.
“I’m not shackled to you forever.” You mumbled and Paul’s head shot up from
where it was resting back on the back of the coach.
“What are you talking about?” He asked his brow furrowed in
You gave him a bored look, “I grew up with these legends Paul, I know I’m stuck
with Embry and I’ve got to give him babies.
Paul sat up straight and gave your hand a squeeze, “No Y/N
that’s not how it works.”
You gave him a bored look, “What part of any of this screams choice?”
Paul leaned forward and pecked a kiss to your forehead, “Leave this to your
bestest big brother.”
“You’re not my brother Paul.” You laughed softly as he jumped up and started
towards the kitchen, he leaned back over his shoulder laughing, “Yeah I am,
you’re my lil sister and you’ll like it.”
When Paul burst into the kitchen he tried not to laugh at Emily, as small as
she was in comparison, reaching up to brush Embry’s hair to one side in an
effort to make him more presentable.
“You need a serious talk with your girl Em.” Paul advised as he dropped himself
down at the table next to Jared.
“Whats happened ? Is she okay?” Embry panicked almost instantly.
“She’s fine, Y/N’s just being a bit fatalistic about the imprint. Thinks she
needs to be everything for you.” Paul explained and Embry’s face fell.
He’d convinced you to go out with him, Emily was just fixing his hair and then
he planned to take you a walk down the beach and have a picnic that the other
imprints had put together for you both. He figured it would be perfect for you,
an intimate setting where you could both just properly talk but physical
closeness could still be at a minimum to help you stay feeling comfortable. He
kissed Emily’s cheek in goodbye and hit Paul and Jared in the back of the head
as he went to see if you were still up for your picnic.
You’d walked for maybe twenty minutes when Embry broke the
thick silence and suggested you both take a seat. You waited patiently as he
struggled against the breeze to lay down the picnic blanket on the sand, you
couldn’t help but giggle at his attempts and it turned into a full laugh when
he gave you a playful glare over his shoulder. Damn wolf hearing.
You both settled down and the awkward silence rolled back
over you both.
Embry let out a small cough, “So er Y/N, Paul let me know that some things got
lost in translation.”
You didn’t say anything so he got onto his knees and shimmed around, with more
grace than you’d give him credit for, so that he blocked your view of the
“Y/N when it comes to you and me, you’ve got the reins.” He
tried to explain.
You gave him a disbelieving look and he caught your hands in his and ignored
the way that you had to stop yourself from flinching.
“Y/N the imprint can be an amazing thing and yes it does
mean that I love you but,” He swallowed hard, “But you don’t have to love me, I’m
never going to force you to do anything like that. You chose what you need me
to be for you, I can just be a friend if that what you want. Whatever happens,
I will always protect you, that’s a given.”
You let the information wash over you and tried to ignore
the pull on your heartstrings at his words or how the heat from his hands that
held yours seemed to demand attention.
“I don’t know what to say.” You admitted after a moment.
You were free, well not free. But from the legends you’d assumed you were stuck
having to play wife for Embry with no say and no enjoyment on your part. But here
he was telling you that, yes he would love you to be together but his happiness
meant more. You highly doubted that if you started dating someone else that
Embry wouldn’t beat him up but you felt relief none the less.
You looked up at him and it was almost like when you first
met, before you knew about his furry secret identity.
“You never did take me on that date you know.” You started quietly and watched
as his face lit up slowly as though he was worried that you may take it back.
“I’ll get on planning that.” He assured and ran his thumbs over the back of
“As long as you don’t do this.” You teased and took one hand back from him to ruffle
his still styled hair back into the mess that you were used too. He grinned and
leaned forwards to rub his nose against yours with an Eskimo kiss.
“Don’t be adorable, it makes it hard to be disgusted by you.”
You laughed as he continued to rub his nose against you.
“Well in that case.” He laughed as his hands caught your sides so that he could
tickle you as he put his face into the side of your neck and began nuzzling you
making you laugh.
It had been two weeks since you and Embry had your chat on
the beach and things were finally starting to settle for you. You didn’t flinch
around the boys anymore but they were still careful not to get to rowdy near
you in case it got too much. Well apart from Paul who continued to throw you
over his shoulder at any given moment and Embry who always seemed to have an
arm around you or your hand in his.
You and Jake were talking again and things were slowly getting back to normal
between you and your best friend after a brief shouting match were he’d
admitted that he was an idiot. Now you were working on getting the boys to get
back on track with Jacob and he seemed to back on good terms with everyone
apart from Embry who was still being grouchy about the whole thing.
Not that you blamed him.
In your efforts to bring everyone back together you’d even offered to hang out
with Bella so now you were sat at her house, watching Romeo and Juliet making
polite awkward conversation. You were supposed to be going to Sam and Emily’s
to hang out with everyone tonight but Embry had rang in a panic to say it was
all hands on deck as they’d smelt a Leech in the area and he gave you strict
instructions not to move or leave Bella’s unless one of the guys fetched you.
You heard the front door click and raised an eyebrow at
Bella, Charlie wasn’t due home for a while yet.
“Edward has a key.” Bella shrugged, the door opened it definitely wasn’t
Two red eyed men stood in the doorway, “Honey
we’re home.” One grinned.
Everything was a blur then.
Edward and Emmet appeared behind them faster than you could blink and began to
wrestle the men back out of the room, they moved faster than you could follow
You caught Bella by the arm and pulled her back to the edge of the room and
after knocking everything off of a small coffee table next to you held up it up
as a pathetic wooden shield between you both and the fighting.
It was over almost as soon as it started when you heard the growling.
The wolf pack was here. Your chest heaved with breaths that threaten to spur on
a panic attack, you could feel sweat from adrenalin and fear clinging to your
skin and your stomach churched from the sound of ripping clothing and flesh.
You stayed back against the wall using your weight to keep
Bella back as well since she insisted on squirming to try to get towards the
fight, surely this girl had a death wish.
Then you heard Embry shouting and you dropped the coffee table and took tender
steps towards the doorway.
“Do you really think she’d want to see you dude? You’re wearing a dead guy’s
jeans, doesn’t the smell bother you?” Emmet’s deep voice rumbled through the
“I’ll deal with the smell later I need to know that Y/N is alright!” Embry
snarled and you took off running away from Bella and through the doorway. You
ducked underneath Emmet’s arm that he’d been using to block off the doorway and
threw yourself into Embry’s arms.
He locked your arms around you and patted his hands across
you to check for wounds. The Cullen men excused themselves and went to check on
“I was so scared.” You admitted into his chest where you’d
He stroked your hair and continued to murmur that he was there and that you
He took you home not long after and the wolves left the Cullens to fix Bella’s
house or come up with an excuse for Charlie since it turned out to be their
fault. You got out of his truck to find
the rest of the pack waiting outside your house, thankfully all human though they
wrinkled their noses from the smell of Embry’s Jeans.
Leah rushed forward and caught your face in her hands as she
checked you over for injuries.
You laughed and brushed her off before addressing them, “What are you all doing
“We know you’re home alone, figured we’d crash here in case you weren’t feeling
up to being home alone, if that’s okay?” Embry asked and you gave him a small
nod and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“You got any food in?” Paul asked seriously as he took your
keys from you and made his way into your house.
“Probably only enough to fill you all for only tonight.” You called after him
You’d been left outside with Embry and Jacob, the later went to join the others
inside when Embry caught him and stopped him.
“If you hadn’t caught their trail, we might not have got there in time. Thank
you brother.” Embry gave him an honest smile which Jacob returned and the pair
embraced and for the first time in a long time everything felt how it should.
“Hey Embry you’re supposed to be my boyfriend, not Jakes.” You laughed and the excitable puppy that he
was, as soon was Embry heard the word boyfriend he turned and lifted you up and
span you around while you laughed.
you ever had the displeasure of experiencing -40° weather? That’s Celsius and Fahrenheit,
because -40° is the point where the two converge. It’s a temperature so cold
that it’s impossible for snow to fall. If you’ve never felt it, allow me to
explain what it’s like.
Your eyelashes turn white with frost. They’ll start
collecting humidity from your breath, forming icicles that make each lash stick
to the other. Every time you blink, it’s a struggle to re-open your eyes. Even
if you try not to blink, the air is so dry that you have to,
otherwise your eyeballs start to hurt. With each inhale, your nose hairs freeze
and shoot needles of pain up your nasal canals. Your coat – no matter how thick
or expensive – stiffens like a pair of jeans forgotten to dry at the bottom of
the washer. You’ll hear your clothes crackle like a down comforter with every
move you make. Any exposed skin starts to burn. Your extremities freeze, and no
matter how much you rub your hands, your fingers go numb.
You feel compelled to
move around to try and warm up, but moving lets more cold air through the
openings in your clothes. If you’re lucky, moving will warm you up a bit. If
you’re not, you’ll start feeling very hot. Too hot.
A burning sensation will run up your spine, and you’ll start to sweat. This
means you’ve reached the danger zone: the point where cold no longer feels
cold, and where you start shedding your clothes to avoid
“overheating”. That’s how you wind up dead. No matter how thin your
gloves, how little your coat seems to help, in -40° weather, they’re essential.
They’re a barrier between you and the biting chill. They’re the only things
that can help keep you alive.
So, why am I saying this? Well, I want to tell you about
something that’s been going on for decades in Saskatoon: gruesome cases of
human rights violations come to be known as “The Saskatoon Freezing
Deaths”. Before I started my story, I wanted you to understand how truly
horrible it must be for its victims.
You see, officers in Saskatoon have a very
“original” way of dealing with drunken Native Americans. In the
middle of winter, they’ve been known to arrest drunkards, drive them outside of
town, strip them to their underwear, and tell them to “walk it off”.
The police call this the “Midnight Blue Tour”. As you might expect,
the victims die of hypothermia long before they can make it back home. It’s not
known how many have died in this way – a quick search of “missing
sisters”, an unrelated issue where aboriginal women have gone missing,
assumed dead –, will show you just how little the police and authorities care
about the plight of Native Americans.
“Participants” of the Midnight
Blue Tour have allegedly been found frozen on the side of the road, and their
deaths swept under the rug. However, from time to time, victims’ bodies won’t
be found at all. Their footprints turn to drag marks leading to the forest, but
no blood or animal tracks are ever left to explain what was doing the dragging.
The officers never investigate these cases further.
You might be wondering where I fit in to all of this. See,
my friend’s uncle went “missing” this winter. A few people came
forward saying they’d seen a cop throwing him in his squad car and driving off,
but there are no records of him getting booked. Here in Saskatoon, we’d all
heard the rumors of the “Midnight Blue Tour”, but it was one of those
things we never talked about. No one wanted to blab about the abuse of power,
because we didn’t want to be the next victims of it, you know? In any case, let
me take you back to when Paul first knocked on my door with the news.
That morning, I was getting ready to go to work when my
friend Paul knocked on my door. As soon as I opened it, a wave of cold air came
rushing over my bare feet. I was quick to let Paul in and close the door. My
friend shuffled from foot to foot, rubbing his arms furiously to try and warm
Can you write a oneshot where Paul pretends to be annoyed (he's actually ridiculously amused) when John calls him by corny pet names?
ah omg okay first of all im sorry i haven’t really gotten around to doing the prompts. but this is cute!
“Angel face, do you mind making a cuppa tea for your beloved?” John pokes at Paul, who was sitting on the floor in front of their sofa. “What? Why can’t you do it?” Paul rolls his eyes, but if he had to admit it, he would say his stomach flipped with butterflies at the ridiculous nickname. “Because my stomach is not doin’ so well, and I just know you want to help me feel better, Pumpkin.” Paul knew John wasn’t lying, he had been lying on the sofa all day.
Paul keeps his annoyed facade on, though. “Perhaps if you drop the stupid nicknames, I wouldn’t mind making you a tea.” Paul crossed his arms and looked back at the telly. “Doll face, you must help me in my time of need!” John grabs at his stomach and throws his head back dramatically. “Bugger off, Lennon.” Paul stood up and touched John’s forehead. “You’re a bit warm.” Paul observed his annoying, apparently sick, boyfriend.
“Please save me, Doodle Bug.” John sticks his bottom lip out, pouting like a child. “Enough with the bloody pet names!” Paul held back a smile, he couldn’t let John know that he was soft enough to actually enjoy these silly nicknames. Nicknames such as these had become a habit for John whenever he was feeling clingy, or needed Paul to do something for him. “Please, please, please, Bugga-boo?” John reached out at Paul’s hand.
“Fine, I’ll make you a bloody tea. Would you like some soup to go with it, your majesty?” Paul faked a bow. “Actually, my Peach, some soup would be absolutely lovely.” John smiled. Just as Paul was about to exit the sitting room and head to the kitchen, a large smile spread across his cheeks, John made a noise. “What?” Paul spun around, hiding his smile again.
“Would you get me a blanket, Sugar Lips? Your poor old Johnny is cold.” John pouted again. Paul felt his heart skip a beat at how absolutely and ridiculously adorable John was being. “Fine.” Paul had to look away, he had to get that smile out. Paul ran upstairs to their bedroom and grabbed John’s favourite dark green fuzzy blanket. He brought it back downstairs and draped it over his body, tucking it in around John’s body.
“How’s that?” Paul held back a giggle, John looked like a Beatle-Burrito. “Just wonderful, Teddy Bear.” John yawned. “Alright, I’ll fetch your tea and soup.” Paul kissed John’s forehead and went into the kitchen. Paul starts making John his hot beverage and hot food, when he hears snoring. “Oh you’ve got to be joking.” He rolls his eyes and follows the sound.
There he is, the lad who had been bugging him for tea and soup, John Winston Lennon, completely asleep. Paul couldn’t help but stand there and admire the adorable man. He squatted down beside the couch and touched John’s cheek. “John,” He whispered. “John, love, let’s get you to bed.” Paul whispers as John’s eyes flutter open slowly. He turns his head and looks at Paul, sending that familiar butterfly-like feeling throughout Paul’s stomach.
“Is me soup and tea ready then, Boo?” John mumbles, almost inaudibly. Paul chuckles softly and lifts John up off the couch. “Hold me tight, Johnny. We’re going upstairs.” Paul instructs to his older, sick boyfriend. John snuggles into Paul’s neck and yawns. “Thank you, Muffin.”
Could you, only if you find the time, write what YOU think would happen if Paul and Daryl came out as a couple to Michonne and Rick?
Rick Grimes was very good at reading Daryl Dixon.
Honestly, Rick was pretty good at reading most people. That was one of the reasons why he was so good at being a cop. He saw things in people that others didn’t, whether they were good or bad qualities, Rick found them out.
Rick however, had the easiest time reading Daryl. The man was a mystery to most people, but as they got to know him, his friends and family began to understand his habits. With Daryl, silence was always more telling than speaking. Carol knew Daryl probably best, second to Rick.
Or maybe third best, seeing as now, Paul Jesus Rovia was involved.
18 THINGS THAT DRIVE CHEFS CRAZY by chef Paul Sorgule
The days of the tyrannically angry, shouty chef may be largely a thing of the past in today’s top kitchens, but there are still things that are guaranteed to push even the calmest and most professional chefs to boiling point, especially when the quality of the finished dish, kitchen morale or the fluidity of service is at risk.
Chef Paul Sorgule ,who has spent over four decades in professional kitchens and writes about the psychology of this unique environment over on his Harvest America Ventures blog, has selected 18 such points below. Do you agree?
18 THINGS THAT DRIVE CHEFS CRAZY
1. UNDEPENDABLE VENDORS
Chefs take pride in their ability to produce consistently great food, in a timely fashion, that exceeds the expectations of the guest. This is, after all, the core of their job description. This is difficult to accomplish if vendors fail to produce the right food, at the expected quality level, at the time requested. When vendors fall down in this regard the chef’s system falls apart.
2. SALESPEOPLE WHO DON’T KNOW THEIR PRODUCTS
Although I do hate to generalise – far too many salespeople today do not understand the chef, the kitchen, or the product that they are trying to sell. “Where is it from – what farm – what part of the country? How was the animal raised? What is the flavour profile of that pork? What is the typical yield from a case of…? What is the shelf life of that cryovac meat? When was the fish caught and how was it handled?” These are not unusual questions, nor are they unrealistic expectations of a person whose job it is to sell a product.
3. BEING LATE
The real test to punctuality is whether or not the person is present, at the scheduled time, and fully ready to work or engage. Failure in this regard is the quickest way to experience the wrath of a chef.
4. NO CALL/NO SHOW
This one is simple – unless you are in the hospital, or are in the midst of a real family emergency, if you do not show up, or call to explain why, you are done in the chef’s mind. Some chefs lose their cool over this while others simply write the person off. The real tragedy here is the impact that this has on the person’s teammates.
5. DULL KNIVES
To a chef, this is the most basic requirement of a cook – take care of your tools! When a chef sees a cook with a knife that is unable to perform because there is no proper edge – well, let’s just say that the cook will not have to wait too long to feel the presence of the chef.
6. A LACK OF RESPECT FOR INGREDIENTS
Everything that a cook works with has value – not just monetary value, but even more importantly a connection to the hard work and passion of the person (farmer, fisherman, rancher, cheese maker, charcutier) who toiled over the process of growing, raising, or preparing that ingredient. When a cook fails to show respect for this – the chef views it as an affront to all of those individuals, the chef, the restaurant, and the guest who will eventually consume the finished product.
7. NOT LABELLING AND DATING
Everybody knows how important this is – label and date, first in-first out. These rules are imbedded in every employee’s subconscious in an effort to preserve the quality of ingredients, minimise waste, and make sure that costs are controlled. So – why is it that so many fail to follow this simple rule that takes but a few seconds to accomplish?
Profit margins in a kitchen are very slim. It doesn’t take much to turn a potential profit into a loss. Profitability in a restaurant kitchen is everyone’s responsibility and a good place to start is eliminating or at least – minimising waste. Use everything! Find a use in stocks, purees, soups, features, staff meals, etc. As a wise French chef once told me: “You don’t make money on the onion – you make it on the onion peel. You don’t make money on the lobster – you make it on the lobster shells.”
9. THINGS NOT RETURNED TO THEIR PROPER PLACE
We learn to practice mise en place at our stations, and most cooks through trial and error, pick up on this rather quickly. The same mise en place needs to take place throughout the rest of the kitchen. How much time and product is wasted because items were not returned to their rightful home?
10. SLOPPY COOKS / POOR SANITATION
Cleanliness is the first rule of the kitchen. Personal cleanliness, uniform cleanliness, station cleanliness and sanitation – these are the absolutes of any kitchen. When a cook doesn’t look or work clean the chef has every right to be livid.
11. BEING THE TASTE TESTER
“Chef – taste this and let me know what you think?” This is, of course, a reasonable request by a cook – one that every chef insists on until the cook has built a trustworthy palate. The typical response from a chef would be: “Have you tried it first – what do you think?” When the cook states that he hasn’t tried it yet – the chef sighs with disappointment. This transference of responsibility drives a chef crazy.
12. CARE FREE ATTITUDES ABOUT BROKEN CHINA AND GLASSWARE
It happens – a misplaced item on a shelf, an over-burdened server tray, a plate too hot to handle, or a glass rack stuck in the dish conveyor. Suddenly we have china casualties. We expect this in a kitchen, but we must try to avoid it. That tray of broken dishes might equate to much of today’s profit margin. When carelessness and an aloof attitude result in breakage, or even worse, when people laugh at the broken result – the chef has to pause and collect him or herself.
13. NOT BEING READY
Whatever it takes, when those dining room doors open, when the bus arrives, when the bride and groom return from the church – the kitchen must be ready. There is no excuse – this is the Cardinal rule. If the kitchen is not ready it is ultimately the chef’s fault – when a cook or other staff are the cause, then the chef’s temperature is near boiling point.
Learn how it should be done, ask questions, make corrections, but when you know how it should be done, it must be done that way each and every time.
15. CUSTOMERS BEING RUDE AND CONDESCENDING TO SERVICE STAFF
Many things happen inside the restaurant that create tension – we deal with this. When a guest causes this tension because he or she feels entitled to do so at the staffs’ expense, then the chef will always come to the defence of the team.
16. NOT DOING YOUR JOB TO THE BEST OF YOUR ABILITY
If you don’t know then it is the fault of inadequate training. When you know and fail to execute towards excellence, then the chef will shake his or her head in disbelief. When this happens frequently, then the chef may lose it.
17. LACK OF TEAMWORK
If a staff member fails to step in to help, if he or she is opposed to taking a few minutes to help the dishwasher, if a line cook who is caught up doesn’t see the need to help service staff by clearing trays or making more coffee, if the right hand avoids helping the left hand then a chef will find it necessary to state his or her disappointment.
18. NOT MY JOB
These are three words that can only be uttered once in a kitchen.
Steroline (sort of?) AU future fic - prompt what if Caroline meet one of Stefan’s doppelgangers in the future. Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
Paul opens the door and Caroline didn’t
need her heightened hearing to notice his heart beating faster or the audible
gasp he tries to hide the second he lays eyes on her. She decides to stand
there at first just enjoying the affect she was having on him before interrupting his
daze “you know it’s a good thing I’ve already been invited in” she says with a
little tile of her head as she maneuvers around him through the door.
I loved writing this soo much! Paul does have a temper, but he is such a softie when it comes to people he loves lol, Hope you enjoyed!<3
Paul x reader
Request: “Can you post some more Paul imagines please??? Maybe ones with him and her having a huge argument that causes one of them to storm out and then have Paul being the one to apologize within an hour after he cooled down bc he can’t stand the fact that they aren’t talking or something? OH AND HAVE HIM FULL ON ARGUMENT MODE WITH HIS NECK VEIN POPPING OUT LOL. Thanks”
Shouldn't Paul be more careful with that cigarette he always carry around with his mouth in the kitchen?
Paul: Boss doesn’t let me wandering around the kitchen anymore because…I got distracted by things… Paul: I quit smoking a while ago,the cigarette is not even lighted, I just have the habit to carry it around.
are you still doing prompts? will you ever write desus with paul meeting merle?
sorry it took a while!!
“Don’t take it personally.”
Paul frowned at Rick, crossing his arms over his chest. “Really? That’s stupid advice.”
“I wouldn’t call it advice,” Rick laughed, patting Paul on the arm as he moved around the kitchen. Paul watched him move around, trying to come up with some kind of dinner to make for Judith. “It’s more of a statement.”
“Shit statement then,” Paul pulled his coffee closer. There was no sugar in the house, which meant the coffee also wasn’t up to his standards. “It’s not fair.”
“I know,” Rick mumbled, leaning against the counter. “But you have to remember that you and Daryl come from very different places.”
“I know what homophobia feels like.” Paul snapped.