so productive at meetings

anonymous asked:


bone apple teeth yall

1. victor nikiforov is a renowned chef with five michelin-starred establishments under his belt. he launches a tv show where he mentors a chef to earn their own michelin star except it ends after only one season, because which restaurant earns the honor of being his first project but one humble little seaside dive named yutopia akatsuki.

2. (okay, so victor totally snuck a peek at the candidates during one of the production meetings. alright, so maybe he threatened to pull out of the show if the network didn’t agree to choose beautiful man katsuki yuuri’s restaurant. fine, so what if he ended up pulling out anyway because ‘i’m in love with him, he’s the love of my life, i’m going to stay with him forever until we can eat michelin stars for breakfast and have them with a side of caviar.’)
the producers aren’t mad. no, no, they couldn’t be mad. the show was the highest amount of views and ratings they had in a decade. it was even nominated for an emmy, specifically for the scene where victor actually slices his finger because he got too distracted watching yuuri sauté a fish piccata with a flexed arm and yuuri immediately rushed over to suck on his bleeding thumb and personally bandage it for him.

3. deleted scene: “did you know that the ancient greeks used olive oil as a lubricant,” yuuri says.
“…what?” victor’s definitely going to lose a finger by the time this show airs.
“those cuisine textbooks you gave me are really weird,” yuuri shrugs.
“weird,” victor echoes. when did he give yuuri textbooks? he glances at the cameraman-slash-director.
“you were trying to cover up the photobook you made of romantic brunch dishes you had created in his image and immediately handed him christophe giacometti’s now that’s what i call fine dining,” yakov responds.

4. episode six highlights this weird competition that victor and yuuri have developed, where they try out new recipes and take pleasure in the ones that turn out really bad.
“oh, jeez,” yuuri nearly chokes on the spoon victor slips into his mouth. “this is horrible.”
“isn’t it?” victor’s smile is blinding. “this is definitely in the top five of the best worst dishes ever.”
yuuri laughs, a dot of flour by the corner of his crinkled eye. “my katsudon au gratin with the raspberry glaze was definitely worse, though.”
“no no, mine is worse.”
“nooooo, i’m serious.”
“how can you expect to earn five michelin stars like me if you can’t even earn the title for the five best worst dishes?” victor teases.
the cameramen all look at each other, not knowing if this is still technically sound with the concept of the show, but they know enough to continue filming.

5. they open their own restaurant years later, when yuuri does end up earning his own fair amount of michelin stars, except their place isn’t fine dining like their usual chains. it’s a small bed-and-breakfast in yuuri’s hometown of hasetsu (a little ways away from yutopia akatsuki, whose head chef is now minami kenjirou) and one of the featured amenities is a morning view of the two of them feeding each other dark chocolate-covered strawberries on the northeast balcony.

so happy with my room right now! some pretty wild things happened on saturday night, and i couldn’t concentrate at all on sunday. needless to say something that only needed a couple of hours of work ended up taking 6 hours. still, very thankful for some of the distractions, like having dinner with my country mates, a productive student council meeting, good people and good conversations. so important to have amazing friends who always forgive you for the stupid things you do.

Writers’ Troubles
  • Writer’s block™(duh)
  • the self doubt that makes you question every. single. word. you. type
  • writing a story and being so excited to see a specific person’s reaction and they won’t read it
  • Forgetting all the other senses exist except for sight
  • plot hole paranoia 
  • when the muse decides to take a 2 week vacation with absolutely no notice
  • listening to music while you write and that one song comes on that makes you lose focus because you’re too busy jamming out 
  • feeling like you have the vocabulary of a third grader
  • reading other peoples writing and seeing how amazing they are and thinking to yourself you might as well give up now because you’re never gonna write as good as that
  • cleaning the crumbs and tears off your keyboard
  • feeling a pressure to get things out in a timely manner but that pressure makes you stressed and the stress makes you less productive so you can’t write and you can’t meet your own goddamn deadlines wtf

Get out of your shell of emotional detachment by watching Car Boys AMVs and crying in the middle of the day

D&D in the production meeting about a year ago: Okay so hear us out…we reunite the Stark sisters and then PLOT TWIST they don’t communicate their thoughts and feelings to each other at all.

Some low-level female employee: Um…have y’all…ever had sisters?

D&D: You’re fired.


did i take advantage of the solar eclipse to write a subtly ichiruki song whoops you can’t prove anything


13.9.17 | Hi! So the meeting i had earlier today was just really productive, we discussed a lot of things and now, my to do list is really getting out of hand. I’m trying to get everything for both jobs in one place so i can plan accurately. Also, i’m just having breakfast rn. And can i point out the fact that i am absolutely in love with my Marauder’s map mug?😍 also, i’m trying to squeeze in some more chinese today. Let’s see how this goes…


Mark Hamill’s Carrie Fisher Tribute: “Making Her Laugh Was a Badge of Honor”

Carrie and I occupied a unique area in each other’s lives. It was like we were in a garage band together that somehow hit it huge. We had no idea the impact Star Wars would have on the world. I remember we were out on tour right before the movie opened. By the time we got to Chicago, there was a crowd at the airport. I said, ‘Hey look, you guys, there must be somebody famous on the plane.“ I was looking around to see who it might be. And then in the crowd I saw a kid dressed in a Han Solo vest. Then I saw girl dressed like Princess Leia. I said, "Oh my God, look, Carrie, there’s somebody dressed just like you. She’s got the buns on her head!”
The first time I met Carrie was at dinner in London before we started filming together. I had been the first one to go over to Africa with Sir Alec Guinness and the robots, to do all the desert planet stuff, then I came back to London and then Harrison Ford came over. Carrie was the last piece in the puzzle to come to London. So I said to the production office, “I’d like to meet her before we work together.” They worked out that we’d meet for dinner. You know, she was 19 years old at the time. I was a worldly 24. So I was thinking, “Oh my God, it’ll be like working with a high school kid.” But I was just bowled over. I mean she was just so instantly ingratiating and funny and outspoken. She had a way of just being so brutally candid. I’d just met her but it was like talking to a person you’d known for ten years. She was telling me stuff about her stepfather, about her mom, about Eddie Fisher - it was just harrowing in its detail. I kept thinking, “Should I know this?” I mean, I wouldn’t have shared that with somebody that I had trusted for years and years and years. But she was the opposite. She just sucked you into her world.

I was so middle class. Growing up, the closest thing to a celebrity we had was our next door neighbor, who was a baggage handler who returned Jerry Lewis’ wallet that fell on the tarmac in San Diego. But Carrie was something completely different. She dropped out of high school to be in the chorus of “Irene” on Broadway. I was just in awe of her.

She was so committed to joy and fun and embracing life. She had an Auntie Mame quality to her. I would do crazy things to amuse her on the set. Making her laugh was always a badge of honor. I remember during Empire we were split up storywise; it was a difficult film to shot and there was a lot of tension on the set. I was off in the swampland with the puppets and robots, but at least Carrie and Harrison got to work with human beings. Once at lunchtime she said, “You should try on my jumpsuit.” I said, “The one-piece white jumpsuit? You’re what, 5'2”? I’ll never get in!“ She said, "Just try.” I put on that Princess Leia zipper jump suit and it was so tight I looked like a Vegas lounge singer. If that wasn’t ridiculous enough, she had me put on one of those bald cap masks with the Bozo hair and glasses and nose and then she walked me around the back lot.
The lengths I would go to hear her laugh - there were no limits. I loved her and loved making her laugh. She would do these crazy things and make me do these crazy things, but I really don’t think they were crazy after all. In a way, it was a defense mechanism for her. She was so off the wall, she could use it as protection. Part of what was so poignant about her was that she was vulnerable, that there was this glimmer of a little girl that was so appealing and it roused the protective nature in my personality.

I’m grateful that we stayed friends and got to have this second act with the new movies. I think it was reassuring to her that I was there, the same person, that she could trust me, as critical as we could sometimes be with each other. We ran the gamut over the years, where we were in love with each other, where we hated each other’s guts. “I’m not speaking to you, you’re such a judgmental, royal brat!” We went through it all. It’s like we were a family.
When you were in her good graces, you couldn’t have more fun with any person on the planet. She was able to make you feel like you were the most important thing in her life. I think that’s a really rare quality. And then you could go 180 degrees opposite, where you were furious with one another and wouldn’t speak for weeks and weeks. But that’s all part of what makes a relationship complete. It’s not all one sided. Like I say, she was a handful. She was high maintenance. But my life would have been so much drabber and less interesting if she hadn’t been the friend that she was.

What No One Tells You About High School Running: A Washed Up Runner's Version

1. It goes by really fast. Everyone looks at the seniors graduating at the end of the year and says “I can’t wait to be done.” But then you’re done and you say the opposite. I wish I had 1 more high school race, 1 more practice, 1 more heart to heart with my coach. Be grateful for every day that you have wearing your home town singlet.

2. It’s not the biggest races that create the best memories. It’s the dual meets where you run around cheering like a maniac, it’s the pasta parties that turn in to dance parties, the teammates that turn in to family, and the practices that are so full of laughs nothing productive actually gets done. Yes, big meets can be great. But they’re not end all be all. The little moments are what will stick out the most after a couple years.

3. You have no idea how much support you have. Your coaches, your teammates, your friends and family all just want to see you succeed. These people would do anything to make sure you have every accessible tool to reach your dreams. And not every experience is perfect: not everyone has a coach they love or has parents that support their child’s aspirations. But you can always find people that love you unconditionally.

4. Do yourself the biggest favor of all and everyday, when practice starts, take a break from the rest of the world. Don’t worry about tests or drama or college or anything. Allow yourself two hours a day dedicated to be the best athlete you can be. It’ll make you a better person and a more focused competitor which in turn will make you a better athlete. Take each rep, long run minute, and race one at a time. Stay focused on the task at hand.

5. Everyone has bad days. The best runners in your state do along with the best runners in the world. They’re normal, so don’t get bent out of shape over one off day. Take a deep breath, work it out, and make a promise to yourself that the next day will be better. And the day after that- even better. Runners are often extremely hard on ourselves and we forget that we don’t have to be perfect.

And my last note to all runners that still have high school races to run: please just continue on doing the sport we love. Keep raising the bar: running faster, jumping longer, and throwing farther. We want nothing else but to see the next generation succeed. We are all a family, and we want the best for you.

Translation: Tatsuki MACHIDA interview from PIW 2017 programme

Thank you for the scans @chestnutskating!

“Ice shows are a world of competition”

2 years and a half since the sudden retirement announcement, Machida Tatsuki, who has since then kept silent, accepted to be interviewed for the first time by Prince Ice World to talk extensively about his current life as a show skater, about creating, and about his future plans.

10 years with Prince Ice World

ー You retired competitive skating in December 2014 and it’s been 2 years and a half you have become a graduate student and a professional skater. Since then, it’s the first time you accept to be interviewed. First, can we ask you about the new creation you will reveal at Prince Ice World 2017?

It’s before the real show so I can’t tell you everything about it yet, but this time’s work is again based on a new concept, and furthermore, it relies on a new method of creation. I think it’s packed of unprecedented challenges. Actually, this time’s program is a program I want to show especially to the younger men skaters.

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Haaaa so.

Finished the first act of the show I’m SMing this summer.

It ends with someone burning a notebook onstage. And not like a quick thing. The act literally ends with two people watching it burn.

We’re a 200+ year old renovated jewel box opera house that belongs to the town and is on the register of historic places.

Last season to get the hazer to not trip the fire alarms the PM had to turn off the sprinkler system and accidentally flooded a basement and now we’re not allowed to do that any more.

So this will be a fun topic for the first production meeting.


Hello from my desk! I have a long weekend ahead of me (no classes until Wednesday because of a bank holiday) but I have a looooot of studying and revising to do! So far today I was very productive already and now I’m off to meet a friend for coffee and cake. 
(So in love with this beautiful cup I got from Kai @elephantsarevegan)

Wish you all a wonderful weekend <3

Paranormal Inactivity

Hello, friends! I’m certain the vast majority of you are experiencing the affects of withdrawal from my lack of posts, yeah? ;)

I’m here to apologize for my slacking off, I really am sorry! I have no good excuse for why I’m not answering your asks. I’m just lazy and procrastinate a lot, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think of you guys! 

So far I’ve drawn a low quality image for an ask and haven’t done much else besides binge watch Naruto and scratch my legs. Although I have been practicing my art in a horrible way, so I’ve been just slightly productive I could say! 

Until we meet again, wieners.

Listen. I’m on a train headed home at midnight. Work is insane. I’m running a live stream of a massive show on Broadway on Monday and I haven’t kept up with what’s going on with @laynemorgan, but I’ve been hearing the rumblings. The rumblings make me nervous that you have forgotten something important. 

I can’t speak to any of what is going on but I just want to remind people of this story.

I want to remind people that being an ally (good or bad) has nothing…absolutely NOTHING on being a living, breathing part of our community.

Layne’s not a spokesperson, she’s not a mic wielding “advocate” who scores points for talking about that weight we all bear. Instead, improbably, unreasonably, she bears it. She bears it with us. Sometimes, when we need her, she bears it for us. 

There’s no glamour in it. It is not beautiful. It is not exciting. No one cheers on the quiet, heavy work of spending so much time patching your own wounded community, hands covered in metaphorical blood as you try to staunch the flow of old, old wounds re-opened, doing the only thing you can do when you know how deep those wounds go. When you know an interview, a promise, even one show or one story can never heal it all. When you know that at best, your words and kindness and advocacy are only a temporary bandage. 

There’s only one thing that will truly allow you to heal your wounded community: achieving the power necessary to tell our own stories and to change the perspectives of those who can help us do that.

No one cheers on the quiet, solemn vows in the hearts of queer writers, actors, producers, editors, creators everywhere watching this year unfold to fight tooth and nail for the power to make this right. To NEVER do this to our people. To create, with blood sweat and tears, against all odds, against the voice and weight of a cisstraightwhite establishment beating down on them, stories for all of us that never, ever require us to treat those communal wounds again.

No one cheers because it’s unspoken. You can’t promise it, can barely speak it. Because you know…you KNOW that you might lose. The odds are NEVER in our favor, not when we’re part of that marginalized group. You can’t promise anything to a community already buried in the weight of broken promises. But you fight. You fight every day. You’re very existence is an act of revolution. Your will to make change a threat to a status quo so established many of the best “allies” can’t even see how they’re a part of it.

I just…wanted to remind everyone of that. Because I’m nervous that you’ve forgotten.


Time: 4:47am

Tonight’s Productivity:

I finished my turn sheets for a robot I designed for my intro to game art class!! It’s a fish in a bowl with electrodes attached so it can control the robot suit beneath it!

I also completed the last of two copy drawings for my realism class!

Arrivals and Departures

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Dean couldn’t believe he had to fly all the way out to Seattle for a meeting with his publisher. Wasn’t part of the whole “being a writer” thing not having to leave his apartment for dumb meetings? But no, the new illustrator wanted to meet in person. Dean had begged Charlie to just find someone else, but she didn’t budge. She thought it would be good for all of them, the publishers, the illustrator, and Dean to map out the story together. So, a meeting was scheduled- a meeting almost 2,000 miles away. Dean threatened to find a new publisher. He was met with Charlie’s obnoxious laughter. When he heard a snort, Dean hung up.  Wiggling his way out of it proved impossible, his threats were empty, and Dean found himself packing a bag and searching his cabinets for something to get him through the flight.

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Miles, in a production meeting for RWBY chibi: OK so I have this hilarious new idea for a joke. You see Jaune pursues romance with Weiss again and she rejects him cause she’s mean.