sandwich dance

2AM - part 5 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok X You

A/N: The soundtrack for this chapter is Jeff Buckley’s Lover You Should Have Come Over

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Between the three of you, Minseok’s frantic and consistently dramatic mother, his sister Minhee and yourself, you managed to drag Minseok to his room and deposit him onto his bed.

To say he was a bit inebriated was the understatement of the century. You’d known Minseok - intimately and honestly - for years, and you had never seen him in a state such as this.

He had to have been drinking all afternoon at least, and by the way you saw him drain that bottle of soju, and the fact that there was next to no liquor amongst the shattered bottle that littered the kitchen floor, telling you that he’d downed that one too, you knew he had really done a number on himself this time.

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tyler being majestic

TalesFromYourServer: Um...maybe listen next time?

Short bussing related story. It wasn’t a big deal, but it happened to the guy I was training. So I feel like complaining.

At my restaurant the bussers run the food. We also have three different sides of sandwiches: Chicken, brisket, pork.

My trainee is running food to a somewhat big party that is a couple girls, around 17 probably, and some dance moms. We get a lot of dance moms. They’re usually the worst. This was no exception.

Trainee: I have a pulled pork sandwich? Dance mom, seemingly having not heard the first two words: Well, what kind of sandwich is it? You gotta give me more than just “sandwich” here. God.

Like…he did? Not his fault you didn’t listen. Simmer down, lady.

By: totallypandacoffee

what the signs remind me of
  • aries: books, hugs from behind, doodles, sad music, trying not to laugh, cut up clothing
  • taurus: bruised knees, art shops, noodles, doc martens, painted skin, bubble tea
  • gemini: walks in the woods, dogs, sunday roasts, waffles, grazed knees, muddy boots
  • cancer: bloodied fists, cigarette butts, midnight trips to mcdonalds, stick n pokes, group hugs, good jaw lines
  • leo: peppermint mochas, cinnamon, forehead kisses, broken bones, freckles, arm wrestling
  • virgo: homemade gifts, pixie cuts, scary movies, broken blunts, old televisions, black coffee
  • libra: falling asleep on peoples' shoulders, daisies, scarves, cold eyes, numb fingers, dumb crushes
  • scorpio: road trips, white lies, pressed flowers, sleepy hugs, throwing knives, empty vodka bottles
  • sagittarius: metal bracelets, broken braces, tobacco stains, littered streets, gossip, long walks
  • capricorn: concert venues, warm hands, denim jackets, red hair dye, cigarette smoke, art galleries
  • aquarius: shampoo in eyes, worn down leather, piggy backs in fields, daisy chains, messy fringes, crying in bookshops
  • pisces: 5 hour phone calls, glasses, theories on the universe, fresh sandwiches, stupid dances, old songs

Honestly, the incident with Solange at the Kraftwerk concert brings me back to something that happened a few weeks ago at FYF I wanted to post about, but sidelined. Anyways, here’s my own vent about being black in white music spaces.

My sister and I were in VIP by the mainstage all day, we had staked out positions all the way in the front by the guard rail so we could be as close as possible to Kendrick Lamar, the headliner. The lead -up to his performance, the final of the night, was Vince Staples, Grimes, & Tame Impala, all three of whom we are both fans of–I’m talking, shouting all the lyrics &, of course, dancing. Right next to us, closer to me was a white guy & his Asian gf. The first in a series of micro-aggressions I experienced was his assumption that after Vince Staples finished, my sister & I would leave. “They don’t look like they’re here for Grimes or Tame. Don’t worry, we’ll have room,” I heard him say. Midway through the Grimes set, in between her songs & lulls chalked up to “technical difficulties”, I could hear him speaking to his girlfriend again, this time about my dancing, about my sister & I shouting “Yaaasss Grimes, you aesthetic queen” & this guy was clearly perturbed. “Black girls are just so loud, huh babe?” He said it to her, loud enough so she could hear over the music & by consequence loud enough for me to hear as well. He complained about my movements. Apparently, I was jostling him…at a music festival, sandwiched between other dancing fans, my movements were the only ones that bothered him. I looked around, along the railing: we weren’t the only ones dancing. I paid $400 a pop for my sister & I to be in VIP, so you best be damned that we were going to get our money’s worth & dance. At the end of the Grimes set, her dancers threw flowers to the crowd & I reached for it, his girlfriend reached for it, my sister reached for it. I ended up catching the flower & gave it to my little sister–a concert souvenir. I could hear the guy console his girlfriend on her loss “She took it from you. That was your flower & she just snatched it out of your hands. Black girls are so violent. That was so aggressive.” Let me be clear, I didn’t lunge forward & elbow this girl in the face for a flower, I didn’t even lean forward. The dancer threw the flower in our direction & I had the longest arms. Later that night, at the end of the Tame Impala set, Kevin Parker asked the crowd if they were excited to see Kendrick next & the guy next to me raised his hands and cheered. Apparently, black people were only acceptable to him, as entertainment, not as fellow revelers.

TLDR; Being black in white spaces, is emotionally tolling, but I hope you never allow it to ruin your good time. (Also, white racists that enjoy hip hop–especially hip hop about black struggles– are the physical manifestation of cognitive dissonance)

Eat all my bread? I'll drink all your beer.

I like my bread and I pay more ($3.50 a loaf) for the brand I like so it’s fresh, soft, and tasty. I’d just bought a new loaf with plans of making some PB&J and, more specifically, a grilled cheese to go with the tomato soup I’d bought. I’m a college student and my food budget is a little limited so, sadly, a good loaf of bread with the means to make some sandwiches is a treat.

I went to sleep before work while images of tasty sandwiches danced in my head. I woke up and went into the kitchen to make my sandwiches only to find that my entire loaf of bread was gone! I already knew what had happened. I went to my roommate and asked him where my bread went. He told me “Oh, I ate it while you were sleeping.” like he didn’t just ruin my meal plans for the day. I asked “So what the hell am I supposed to eat before work!?” He said “I didn’t really think about that. Relax, I’ll buy you a new loaf.”

I scrape together something to eat and head off to work, eased a little by the knowledge that my bread will be replaced and I can have a sandwich when I get home.

Fast forward 8.5 hours
I get home, put my things away, wash up, and head to the kitchen to make my sandwich. I see sitting on the counter a loaf of the cheapest generic brand crap he could find. I kid you not this stuff is hard and tastes like cardboard WHEN IT’S FRESH!! I proceed to flip my shit, he knows what kind of bread I eat and it’s right next to the shit he bought. His response was “Chill man, it’s only bread …”
I know that he is extremely picky about the beer he drinks and always keeps a 6 pack of his favorite in the fridge. To get my revenge I wait until he goes to work and I drink his entire 6 pack and replace it with a 6 pack of Natural Light. I lined the bottles up on the counter so he’d be sure to see them and waited.

He gets home a few hours later, puts his shit away, washes up, and walks to the fridge to get a beer. He see’s the bottles and yells “Dude! You drank all my beer!” I yell back “Relax, I got you some more.” He opens the fridge, see’s the 6 pack of inferior beer, and storms into my room beer in hand.

“What the f*ck is this shit!? This isn’t what I drink!” to which I reply “Chill man, it’s just beer …”

Too Long; Didnt Read > Roommate ate my good bread and replaced it with crap so I drank all his good beer and replaced it with Natural Light.

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My Best Friend’s Wedding | Rucas Fanfic

Riley and Lucas were high school sweet hearts who went their separate ways after graduation. Eight years later they reunite at their best friend’s wedding. 
*pro rucas (ft. zaya/masaiah)*

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Riley watched as her best friend, Maya, twirled in front of her. She was wearing a beautiful floor length wedding gown that was covered in lace and satin. She looked stunning. Maya’s eyes sparkled when she turned to face the mirror behind her.

 I look goood” She teased, taking in her reflection. 

“You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.” Riley responded, taking out her phone to snap a behind the scenes picture to send to the groom later. 

“Just wait until you get hitched, Riles. We’re going all out for that.” Maya laughed, posing for more pictures. 

“They’re supposed to be candid Maya!” Riley shrieked swatting the girls hands down from her waist.

“Wait! Somethings missing….” Riley noticed and began to frantically search the room, turning over cushions and rummaging through bags. Maya looked down at her dress. 

“Maya, check. Dress, check. Expensive flower bouquet, check.” Maya chuckled watching Riley run around. “ Riles, I don’t think I’m forgetting any…ohh” She stopped mid sentence as Riley held up her wedding veil. 

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