resto bar

In Time - Chapter 8

Summary: The continuation of “In Time” from the 168 hour challenge.Given the opportunity to test a timetravel device, graduate student Cosima Niehaus leaps at the chance, not expecting to meet Delphine Cormier in 1910 Montréal. Star-crossed lovers risk everything to be together.

Also found on AO3 and Fanfiction.net (under LadyZephyr and zephyrchild).

Chapter follows below the cut. Chapter is NSFW.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do the US bros up to shenanigans

{Underswap}

•Stretch and Blueberry is always up to shenanigans when they are young until now and its terrifying

•The two would always run away from Gaster and just create chaos

•Like, they pranked the librarian by literally destroyed half of the books there

•Also stealing pastries from Muffet’s mom bakery and resto bar and was almost got banned. ALMOST.

•Baby Blueberry also loves making messes, like playing in mud and going inside.

•And Blueberry is really ashamed about that fact

•and that is just the perfect blackmail material for Stretch

•In movie nights, Stretch and Blueberry would always fight for the popcorn and Stretch always wins and Blueberry is just mad

•Also, Stretch talks in his sleep, and Blueberry just records it, and show it to people in the most random times

“Aprenda a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você… A idade vai chegando e, com o passar do tempo, nossas prioridades na vida vão mudando… Mas uma coisa parece estar sempre presente… A busca pela felicidade, com o amor da sua vida. Desde pequenas ficamos nos perguntando “quando será que vai chegar?” E a cada nova paquera, vez ou outra nos pegamos na dúvida “será que é ele?”. Como diz meu pai: “nessa idade tudo é definitivo”, pelo menos a gente sempre achava que era. Cada namorado era o novo homem da sua vida. Fazíamos planos, escolhíamos o nome dos filhos, o lugar da lua-de-mel e, de repente… PLAFT! Como num passe de mágica ele desaparecia, fazendo criar mais expectativas a respeito “do próximo”. Você percebe que cair na guerra quando se termina um namoro é muito natural, mas que já não dura mais de três meses. Agora, você procura melhor e começa a ser mais seletiva. Procura um cara formado, trabalhador, bem resolvido, inteligente, com aquele papo que a deixa sentada no bar o resto da noite. Você procura por alguém que cuide de você quando está doente, que não reclame em trocar aquele churrasco dos amigos pelo aniversário da sua avó, que jogue “imagem e ação” e se divirta como uma criança, que sorria de felicidade quando te olha, mesmo quando você está de short,camiseta e chinelo.A gente inventa um monte de desculpas esfarrapadas, mas continuamos com a procura incessante por uma pessoa legal, que nos complete, e vice-versa. Enquanto tivermos maquiagem e perfume, vamos à luta… E haja dinheiro para manter a presença em todos os eventos da cidade: churrasco, festinhas, boates na quinta-feira. Sem falar na diversidade, que vai do forró ao Beatles. Mas o melhor dessa parte é se divertir com as amigas, rir até doer barriga, fazer aqueles passinhos bregas de antigamente e curtir o som… Olhar para o teto, cantar bem alto aquela música que você adora. Com o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com uma outra pessoa, você precisa, em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela. Percebe também que aquele cara que você ama (ou acha que ama), e que não quer nada com você, definitivamente não é o homem da sua vida. Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você. O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas… É cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você. No final das contas, você vai achar, não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava procurando por você!”

— Mario Quintana

UNO Resto Bar and Lounge

Somewhere in the Greenfield District in Mandaluyong (near my house) is a resto bar that is very nice to chill out and fill your stomachs with delicious food.

The atmosphere of the whole place is familiar to almost all superclubs in the metro but the difference is there are a lot of chairs and sofas to sit on. Much like common bars and clubs they prohibit DSLR cameras, hoodies, jersey baggy tees/ shorts, sandos and slippers. 

For refreshments, they served us their Freshly Brewed Iced Tea, It’s a thick brew of what tastes like something similar to a mix of tamarind, Lipton Red Iced Tea, and a calamansi aftertaste.

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Video publicitario de un bar, llamado CASA3, en Argentina.

Mezcla de fragmentos de videos y fotografías. La temática es la relación entre lo lúdico y lo naif, visto desde un punto de vista de arte audiovisual.

Uso de texturas Polaroid y videos retro-vintage principalmente, que chocan con imágenes de colores plenos inspiradas en el pop art. Gran utilización del recurso de la repetición para integrar lo visual con el sonido.

Música de De Montevert y su tema High On You (2010)

Creado por Diego Gorría.

Antes do fato, do grande-revertério, do peito dolorido, da mão nervosa, trêmula, perdida, antes do acontecimento eu estava só evitando. Antes disso eu tinha tomado um copo de leite e comido uma torrada integral. Eu tinha trabalhado exausta pelo nada, cansada dos discursos de sempre, as respostas premeditadas, as desculpas gastas, os sorrisos, gestos e posturas padronizadas para se sair bem, mais um dia bem. Antes disso eu tinha contado os minutos para o fim e atravessado a porta com tanta pressa de ir sei lá pra onde. Antes disso eu tinha parado no ponto de ônibus e esperado. De repente uma moto atropelou um cão de rua. Foi isso. O fato. Os dois capotaram diversas vezes até pararem no ponto, quase no meu pé, quase um pedido de socorro, foi isso. Eu lembro de ter escutado uns gritos, não sei se eram meus ou da vizinhança em alerta. O rapaz levantou, sacudiu a roupa cheia de terra, pegou a moto, a mochila, ergueu o rosto pra mim: piedade, fuga, medo, susto. E saiu. 

Os vizinhos levaram o cão para o banco do ponto. Uma menina tentava escutar os batimentos. O cão imóvel. Eu tive tanta vontade de passar a mão sob o peito e sentir o agora, a súplica desesperada de um ser sozinho. ‘Ele se alimentava dos restos do meu bar’ - um senhor de barba branca disse enquanto examinava o cão de longe. E as pessoas passavam e se lamentavam em silêncio. Uma senhora com a cruz no peito. Uma criança perguntava 'existe céu pra cachorro?’. Um aglomerado de gente pela primeira vez notava o cão. 

Pensei em Macabéa, em Deus, em morte, em perdão. Pensei em confessar pra alguém que antes do fato eu só estava evitando pensar e que eu não tinha nojo pelo sangue escuro escorrendo. Eu ligava para todas as emergências e ninguém entendia. Pai, mãe, aquilo lá de ser independente e corajosa e tranquila era tudo mentira. Escrevi uma mensagem, um texto, teclei rápido que eu não sabia o que fazer com aquilo e que eu precisava urgente e desesperado dividir com alguém. Mas logo o ônibus chegou e todos entraram para o seu destino. Fiquei me perguntando se pra mais alguém foi assim. 

Mumbai Mirror  :

THE KING AND HIS QUEENS
Shah Rukh Khan, who arrived rather early for ace photographer Dabboo Ratnani’s annual calendar launch at a resto-bar in Bandra, said he was completely floored by all the ladies in the pictures, most of whom he had had the privilege of romancing onscreen

ps. see Kajol’s pic it is like She is looking at him

ourmickeyymouse  asked:

My birthday of name is on 21 May. Could you make a drabble with all the boys preparing her birthday and confess to her? Especially with Kentin :3 (My favorite boy.) I would like to see how the boys are preparing her birthday and confess their love to her :3 Sorry if I have mistakes,I'm Romanian and I still learn this wonderful language :3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I wanted to get this one early on in the day because of the time differences between Romania and Canada, but I failed so sorry about that :( I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Also don’t worry about your English, it’s not my first language either :)
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Castiel

Two months.

That was how much time Castiel took to prepare this whole thing. When he thought about it, his mind was blown each time as even starting something as an assignment in advance was a completely unknown concept to him. Man, the things he did for that girl.

It’s not as if you’re gonna propose or anything. Castiel thought. It’s just her damn birthday.

But it wasn’t just her birthday. Oh no. The CD that was currently stashed in his schoolbag wasn’t  made for just a birthday. The countless romantic songs he recorded of her(lyrics were a courtesy of Lysander, of course) weren’t made for a simple birthday. He rubbed his hand on his face, getting more and more nervous by the second. This was bad idea. A horrible idea. She hated cheesy stuff…why did he even do this?

“Shit…” He muttered. “Fuck this I won’t give it to her.”

Next to him, Lysander gave him the most are-you-kidding-me look a person could possibly have.

“Castiel.” He said coldly. “I have spent weeks composing and writing those songs and you have spent months recording and performing them. Stop being idiotic and just give her the CD.”

“No.“

Lysander rose his eyebrow. “No?”

“Shit dude, you gotta understand…” Castiel replied. “She hates romance.”

Lysander rolled his eyes. “I’m sure rock metal love songs hardly count.”

Castiel was now pacing around in the courtyard.

“No.” Castiel repeated.

“Just give it to her.” Lysander huffed. “I’m sure Candy will like it.”

“I’m going to like what?” Candy appeared from behind them.

Castiel jumped out of surprise while Lysander’s expression remained unchanged.

“Holy shit, Candy!” Castiel exclaimed frustratingly. Candy ignored him.

“Why hello.” Lysander greeted her. “I believe it’s your birthday today, right?”

Candy grinned at the white haired boy. “Yeah! Thanks for remembering.”

Lysander smiled back. “Well Castiel here has a present for you. And I’m going to leave.”

Lysander packed up his notebook and left his two friends alone, entering the school. A few seconds of silence passed before Castiel broke it.

“Uh, happy birthday.” Castiel said.

She smirked. “So where’s my gift?”

She crossed  her arms on her chest and gave him an expectant look. Castiel smirked back at her. Cheeky little girl aren’t we today? He thought, amused. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. When was she going to learn that cockiness was his job?

Chuckling, Castiel took out the CD from his backpack and handed it to her.

“You’ll listen to it later.” He instructed. “And after you do, I’ll take you out on a date.”

Nathaniel

Nathaniel checked off the last few things off his checklist with a triumphant smile. He simply couldn’t wait to see Candy this afternoon. Everything was going to be perfect. Everything had to be perfect. Today was probably going to be the most important day of the year: it was Candy’s birthday and the day he was finally going to tell her about his feelings for her.

It made him terribly nervous, yet at the same time, Nathaniel’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat as he thought of the very real possibility of her liking him back. She had told him that she cared about him during the whole fiasco with his father. It meant something didn’t it?

The oven timer set off with a ding, and Nathaniel hurried to take out the cake from it. It was a red velvet cake, Candy’s favorite obviously. He grabbed the sixteen candles he had specially picked out for Candy (they were, ironically, made out candy, it was logical), and placed them meticulously on the cake.

Voila! He thought, satisfied with his work as he rubbed his hands together.

Candy would be at his apartment any minute now, and Nathaniel’s body began to shake slightly as the nervousness spread inside him. What if she rejected him? What if things became awkward after that? What if she laughs at him? What if-

The sound of Candy knocking on his door interrupted his train of thoughts and Nathaniel hurried to welcome her in.

“Happy birthday, Candy!” He said cheerfully.

She gasped and jumped into his arms.

“You remembered!” She exclaimed, then halted and sniffed. “Is that red velvet cake I’m smelling?”

Nathaniel chuckled lightly. “It sure is.”

Candy’s excited expression turned into a cramped one.

“Oh Nath, you didn’t have to do this.”

Nathaniel swallowed and took a deep breath. Here it goes.

“I didn’t do it only for you.” He replied. “I did it because it gives me a chance to spend more time with you. Alone, you know?”

Candy’s eyes widened a little and her cheeks turned pink.

“Nath…?” She simply said, urging him to continue.

Go for it. Nathaniel encouraged himself mentally. There was no turning back now.

“Truth is Candy, I really like you and I really hope we can go out sometimes.”

Lysander

Lysander’s body was shaking slightly as he walked towards Candy’s front door. His tie felt too tight and his suit was slightly too small for him (due to the numerous growth spurts he had had during the last months), but Lysander figured that Candy deserved the best of him during her birthday.

As he knocked on her door, he heard Candy rush to the door.

Yes mom, I won’t be out too late!“ She screamed. ”NO WE DO NOT NEED ANY PROTECTION WE’RE GOING TO THE RESTAURANT.

Candy opened the door to a blushing Lysander, huffing a little.

“Hey.” She greeted him simply.

But Lysander was too focused on his crush to answer. Her dress, a long flowy red cocktail dress, hugged her body in a flattering and classy way. Her hair was curled and cascaded gracefully on her shoulders. She was breathtaking and Lysander couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her beauty.

He cleared her throat and offered her his arm.

As they arrived at the resto-bar, the waiter gave them a table right next to the stage as Lysander requested. With each second that passed, Lysander got more and more nervous about his upcoming performance, but he stayed calm to avoid ruining the surprise. For all she knew, this was a simple dinner date.

Then, the waiter waved his hand at him from the stage, letting him know that it was time for him to come up.

Lysander took Candy’s hand. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and he left towards backstage, where he plugged his microphone and went over the song quickly in his head. Jazz wasn’t his favorite genre, but the restaurant specialized in it. He warmed up his voice, adjusted his tie and walked on stage. He spotted Candy in the audience, giving him a completely surprised yet excited look and he couldn’t help but smile.

“This is for a very special girl.” He said, and the public cheered. “Happy Birthday Candy.”

He took a small breath and began to sing out his feelings for her.

You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you
You’d be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I’m alive
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you

The music shifted into a more rapid beat and Candy cheered, her eyes wide in happiness. The trumpets sound and Lysander pointed towards where Candy was in the audience.

I love you, baby, and if it’s quite alright
I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night
I love you, baby, trust in me when I say
Oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, I pray
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby, let me love you

At the end of the performance, the crowd erupted into thousands of cheers and Lysander couldn’t wait to get back to Candy.

Armin

“Where are you taking me?” Candy said as she laughed.

Armin had made sure that the blindfold on her eyes was tight. Candy couldn’t see anything, and knowing Armin, she wasn’t sure if she should feel worried or excited. Around her, sounds of cars and people talking hinted that they were in town.

“Okay Candy,” Armin replied. “do you not understand the concept of a surprise?”

She pouted. “Just yesterday, you nearly blew up the chemistry lab remember? That was a surprise.”

If it wasn’t for the blindfold, Candy would’ve seen Armin’s rare combination of an embarrassed frown and a blush. The teenage boy was glad she didn’t witness this facial expression of his.

“It was Amber.” He tried to retort, blaming the episode on his assigned lab partner.

Candy just laughed, causing his cheeks to turn even redder. Her nonchalant attitude wasn’t helping with his nerves at all.

Today was the day. He had spent weeks saving up on his allowance to be able to accomplish such a feat. Hours and hours spent in the arcade had built up to this very moment, and he couldn’t want to show Candy. He was still nervous, however. He feared that all his work would be in vain if Candy rejected him.

Armin opened the door to the arcade and took off her blindfold. Candy gasped in surprise at the numerous “Happy Birthday” banners and streamers instantly blowing everywhere at their entrance.

“Oh my god.” She gaped. Armin was such a kid, but that was awesome.

He laughed at her shocked expression.

“You know what the best part is?” He said. “We’re alone for the evening! I rented this place for the rest of the day.”

He wiggled the keys in his fingers, causing her to giggle and jump into his arms.

“You’re the best!” She exclaimed, and he smiled.

Armin squeezed her a little before letting her go and taking her hand in his. He dragged her towards their favorite game and made her sit down on the stool. He turned on the game.

Candy looked at him in confusion, not understanding what her friend was trying to do.

“Go ahead.” Armin motioned at the machine. “Play.”

Candy blinked but did as she was told. However, as she started playing she realized that her favorite game was different. The character sprites weren’t what they were supposed to be and instead, they were replaced by sprites that looked like her and Armin. After a couple of seconds playing, a speech bubble appeared on top of Armin’s character and Candy’s eyes widened.

I like you.

Candy pressed on her joystick’s button to continue the dialogue.

Date me?

Kentin

Kentin’s heart swelled in happiness. The boy loved birthdays and everything about them. However, what he loved the most about birthdays was the occasion of making someone he liked happy. Though he didn’t need a particular reason to gift someone, Kentin always preferred to do it on that person’s birthday. Birthdays were more memorable.

In fact, he had spent a couple of months saving up for Candy’s birthday present and outing. Kentin wasn’t an impulsive spender, but when it came to making Candy happy, he figured he shouldn’t hold back. She was the best, and thus she deserved the best.

“Where are we going?” Candy asked.

Kentin’s right hand was on the stirring wheel on his mom’s car while the other rested on his open window. It was a hot summer day, no clouds in the sky whatsoever. Kentin thanked mother nature for giving him such beautiful weather for her birthday. He needed good weather for what he had planned for today.

“Relax.” Kentin smiled at her. “You’re going to love it.”

Candy pouted and crossed her arms on her chest.

“Tell me.”

He chuckled. “It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it?”

Candy groaned. What a typically cliché response.

Kentin gave her a little laugh before turning the car to a large parking. They were finally there. Candy jolted up and looked around her, and when she spotted what Kentin had planned for them, her eyes widened in excitement and joy.

“No way!” She exclaimed and wiggled in her seat.

Hot air balloons. She had always dreamed of riding in one, but unfortunately she had never had the time or occasion to. Candy’s heart skipped a beat as Kentin smiled lovingly at her. He was so thoughtful. He knew how much she wanted to ride one and he went all this way to make her wishes come true.

“Are you coming for am I going to have to carry you there?” Kentin asked as he stepped out of the car.

Candy nearly jumped out of the car and started to dash towards the hot air balloon that was reserved for her and Kentin. The boy couldn’t help but grin at all the squeals of joy Candy was letting out.

“Do you know how to drive it?” Candy asked, her eyes wide.

Instead of answering, Kentin hopped into the device, activated the air mechanism and took her hand. He pulled Candy into the balloon and they flew up into the sky, Candy’s hair being beautifully windblown.

By the time they reached a steady altitude, Candy’s eyes teared up in happiness.

“This is the best birthday ever!” Candy exclaimed.

I’m glad. Kentin thought. But it wasn’t all he had in store for her.

Kentin took out a small black box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a pair of emerald earings, the color perfectly matching her eyes. Candy’s knees felt weak at the sight. They were gorgeous.

“Oh my god, Kentin…” Her mouth was wide open. “You didn’t have to do this!”

This was it. It was the perfect moment to tell her. Their eyes and soul met, and he just knew that they were meant to be. Kentin felt himself getting lost into Candy’s as he took a deep breath and took her hand.

“I did it because I wanted to.” He said. “I love you Candy, and I’d do anything to make you happy.”