that other table

So, how many brothers/sisters on here hear like Dungeons & Dragons

I’ve been into dungeons and dragons since about 2006. My dad is responsible for this of all things. When he was younger he used to play and his character was the humble cleric, who would live on as the NPC we nearly always have regardless of campaign. He evolved from a fairly faceless generic mobile healing potion when we were all novices to a full fleshed out skinheaded bad arse cleric who always had your back, it’s funny how things change.
I’m going to be playing a few games soon and I just wanted to let you guys know my opinion of it.
Dark souls satisfies my D&D itch quite well really, it’s the openness of what kind of build you want and how you want to play it that appeals to me greatly.
See the most annoying thing about Dungeons and Dragons and all other table-top-RPG’s is that you need players and when you’re adults with jobs and studies and lives to maintain, it’s hard to get the required people together, but my bestfriend is a teacher and I’m a student so as it turns out, this summer is the perfect time to have a game, so we shall.
This is turning out to be a lot more long winded than I intended it to be haha XD
Any way, let’s wrap this up…
Do you bros/sisters like Dungeons and Dragons and what was your first ever character?
Just to get the ball rolling, mine was a Dwarf Fighter Named Burik, who weilded a towel shield, wore full plate, and had a Dwarf greataxe, and he was a beast

TalesFromYourServer: "By the way, we need separate checks. "

I had a party of 10 today. Picky elderly women with bad attitudes and a thirst for wine. They all, of course, had custom orders.

They were my first table today, and it was a very busy lunch. Only 1 other server and we don’t have bussers. My 10 old ladies were very demanding of my time, but I physically couldn’t give it to them. I needed to serve my other tables too. So being busy was strike 1 for me I guess.

So even though their orders were very obnoxious, i got it all in correctly and everyone got their meal perfectly, but that’s not really what mattered to them.

These ladies neglected to tell me they wanted to bill split. I work at a decently nice place, and its considered rude for us to ask if the bill is going to be split when we’re taking the order. Owner says it’s tacky.

So I print the bill and they all pull out their coin pouches and the ring leader tells me to go back and split the bill.

Okay so now I need to sift through my notebook and spend 10 minutes trying to split this monster of a bill. About 30 items between wine food and desserts. I got all but 2 tickets correct, those 2 were a little mixed up. The 2 that got the mixed up tickets scolded me for it.

“Now what is this. This isn’t the food that I ordered. You need to go fix this now.”

Okay sure. I go back and accidently add an extra Glas of wine. I need my manager to come void it and hes on the god damn phone. So it took about 3 minutes max for me to get them their correct bills.

This witch had a 40 dollar tab herself and didn’t leave me a single dollar for a tip, and she told my manager that no one should ever have to wait that long for their check.

Fuck. You. That whole damn table gave me about 15 dollars comined. Not to mention they took up so much of my time i couldnt pay attention to my not evil vile customers.

Thankfully my manager had my back and actually told the lady off. Nicely but, still. Manager, you rock. Old lady, i hope you get pee in your shoes.

By: ilikeyourhair

anonymous asked:

you after bts starts advertising for vt: and here's is jungkook using *any vt product* [x] and here's yoongi applying *any vt product* [x] and there's jimin apply- ... [announcement] we done. tagged as: admin a; admin t.

i’ve been thinking… about that a lot lately……

bh probably will blur their vanity table / cosmetics other than vt for the next 2 years so i dont know… for the time being we’re still trying to answer asks and write out requests (which are long overdue i apologize) but idk lets just see how this endorsement deal goes… 

anonymous asked:

More of Alois and Ciel fighting for the love of their S/O?

  • Alois is so pouty when their s/o doesn’t want to pay attention to him and gets more aggressive with his advances until they tell him to calm down, which he only begrudgingly does
  • meanwhile Ciel is so lowkey with his advances, they only slowly realize that he has a crush on them and when they ask him about it, he’s blushing so hard!
  • Alois wants all the affection and doesn’t let Ciel win over him, so their s/o gets a lot of kisses from both of them, Alois makes out a lot with them and Ciel gives them more surprise kisses
  • they both hold their hand and when their s/o lets go of one of their hands to check their phone or something, they get so pouty until they hold his hand again
  • at dinner, when they go out, they sit facing each others and aggresively staring at each other over the table, but smile at their s/o
  • they have to diffuse a lot of situations between their boyfriends, they fight a lot and can go quite long with ingnoring eachothers
  • at night, they both hang on to their s/o and cuddle them, leaving their s/o slightly too warm, but they finally seem happy and comfortable so they can’t be mad

When the sorcerer found the dragon, it was attacking a grape.

This was only possible because the dragon was not much larger than a grape itself, but she still had to do a double take to be sure the object it was fighting with such animosity was in fact inanimate.

She crouched so that her eyes were level with the top of the table and squinted at it. The dragon sank its tiny fangs into the grape’s skin and gave a great tug, succeeding only in throwing it and the grape into a backwards tumble. The tiny green reptile rolled to a stop with its whole body wrapped around the grape and shook its head ferociously, managing to pull its teeth out but also launching the grape across the table. It gave a mighty roar of anger (about as loud as a human clearing their throat) and stalked after it, tail swishing dangerously.

“Do you need help?” she offered.

The dragon froze mid-prowl and whipped its head around to look at her, looking so offended she almost apologized for asking.

“I mean, I could peel it for you, if that’s the problem.” She wasn’t sure it was getting the message. One could never tell how much human language these little creatures picked up by hanging around the magic labs. Some understood only such essentials as “scat!” or “oh fuck, that sure did just explode”, while others could hold entire conversations — if they deigned to interact.

This one looked like it was deciding whether she was worthy. Finally, it sniffed daintily and flicked its tail, scales clacking together. “Little monster is my prey, and you can’t have it. Found it first. Will devour it!”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed. “But you know it’s a grape, right?”

This was the wrong thing to say. It glared at her and then bounded away to the other end of the table, where it slithered up to the grape and pounced on it.

Grape and dragon promptly rolled off the edge of the table.

The sorcerer quickly went around to that side, alarmed that it would be stepped on. The labs were bustling with shoppers stopping by to watch demonstrations this time of day, and a small dragon wouldn’t be easily visible on the blue and green tiled floor.

“Horrible! Dirty!” The tiny dragon was screeching at the top of its lungs, holding onto its prey for dear life. It would have been hard to hear anyway, with all the noise of the labs, but with the sorcerer’s diminished hearing it took several seconds to locate the screaming creature.

She scanned the pattern of the tiles for it and sighed. “Oh, hold on, we mopped this morning.” She cupped her hands around it and deposited it into her skirt pocket, an indignity the dragon endured only with more screaming.

“An outrage! Put me down!”

“Shh,” she advised. Lab workers were strongly discouraged from bringing creatures into the back rooms, which was where she was heading, picking her way through the crowded front lab.

“Fuck pockets!” her pocket responded.

“Oh, you can curse. Wonderful.”

The dragon seemed to take this as an actual compliment. “Am multitalented. Can also compose poetry.”

“Really? Can I hear some?”

“No. For dragon ears only.” It sounded viciously pleased to hold this over her head. The bulge in her pocket rearranged itself, and she thought it might be trying to gnaw on the grape.

She felt herself smiling even as she tried to squash her mouth into a straight line. She liked this little bad-tempered thing, even though its spiky feet were digging into her thigh.

In the much quieter kitchen of the back rooms behind the lab, she transferred the wriggling, scaly handful from her pocket to the table. The dragon hissed out a few more insults as it got up and straightened itself out, but its jaw fell open when it finally took in its surroundings. She’d set it down next to the fruit bowl.

“There you go. Food mountain.”

The dragon’s shock didn’t last long. Abandoning the grape, it scraped and scrabbled its way up the side of the bowl and from there onto an apple, its claws leaving tiny puncture marks as it hiked to the top of the arrangement. “Food mountain!” It repeated, its gleeful crowing much clearer and almost sing-song without having to compete with the noise of the crowd.

She watched it turn in a circle, surveying the feast. “But… cannot eat it all,” it observed after a while, crestfallen. “Human-sized. Big shame.”

“Don’t you have nest-mates who can help you with it?” she asked. She had assumed not, from the way it had apparently been foraging for food on its own, but she needed to be sure she’d found a loner.

“No nest. No mates. No nest-mates. You’re rude.” It flopped down ungracefully, wings spread out flat on the apple like it was trying to hug the entire much-larger fruit.

She gave it a moment to be dramatic, and then offered it the grape, minus the peel. “You seem to have a good grasp on human-speak.”

It grabbed the grape without so much as a thank you. “Yes. Have composed poetry in both Dragonese and Humanese. Not for humans to hear, though.” Bragging cheered it up a little.

“You mentioned. I can’t hear very well, anyway.” She pulled up a stool and sat down. “Actually, I’ve been looking for a helper.”

“An assistant,” it said, apparently showing off its Humanese. “An attendant. An aid.”

She watched it bury its snout in the grape, juice dribbling down onto the apple it sat on. “Yes. A hearing aid. How would you feel about having a job?”

It smiled craftily. “Would feel positively, if job comes with chocolate chips.”

“It could,” she said, grinning. She had some friends who employed bird-sized dragons as messengers, but this was the first time she’d heard of one negotiating its salary for itself. “It certainly could. What’s your name?”

“Peep,” said Peep. “It is self-explanatory.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Peep expressed its doubt that humans ever got anything, but she thought the tiny, prickly creature might be warming up to her.

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YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - 4 Koma

Interacting with other mothers… + The aftermath

Yuuri despises socializing with people he doesn’t know, but his unconventional family and marriage is one of the hottest gossip topics in town especially among the other mums. One day, he decides to just fuck it all…and sorely regrets it afterwards.

(Featuring OC kid Arisa, and later Yasha and Shura)

*If the comics are hard to read, tap on the image first to bring it up in the Tumblr viewer, THEN right click view image for the unaltered slightly higher resolution.

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IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri gets married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS and timeline of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

A SUPER DETAILED world-building headcanons post on ABO+ in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.

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Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, TRANSLATE, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.

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Hey, Jonah!

Hey, Cyrus!

you know what kills me????

steve is cocky sometimes. steve is in fact cocky to the point of near-suicidal recklessness (mr. Parachutes Are a Formality, “on va voir [removes helmet before a fight just to Prove A Point]”). rhodey is proud to be war machine (WARMACHINEROX, hey everyone!! gather round to listen to my war machine story BOOM). pepper is confident in her capability to tell people what to do. as of cap 3 clint is fucking MASTERFUL at pointing fingers. wanda has no issue eventually being basically like “you know what people around me are wrong.” neither does steve by the way

but yeah!! sure!! tony’s the ONLY ONE IN THIS TEAM whose ~ego is a noteworthy characteristic. tony’s the ONLY ONE who should have his ego targeted in any situation. the ONLY ONE whose Ego ever did A Thing in his life ever. the ONLY ONE, EVER, IN ALL MOVIES

lmao miss me with this honestly

SKAM S04E10 Clip 8 - Dear Sana

[Incomprehensible chatter]

SANA: He’s the one who bought the toilet paper rolls.

THE GIRLS: Oh! That’s right!

VILDE: Where did they end up?

BOY: I just sold them to some friends at the Mosque. Nothing big.

EVA: Oh, okay.

BOYS: Eyyyy!

ESKILD: Eid mubarak! Eid mubarak.

SANA: Hi!

ESKILD: Hi!

SANA: Welcome.

ESKILD: Thank you and I just wanted to say Eid mubarak!

SANA: Eid mubarak!

ESKILD: Eid mubarak

SANA: Ohhh, how nice the two of you look!

ESKILD: Thanks! I’m the one who chose the outfits for tonight. I went to Grøndland and did some shopping. Yes.

SANA: Hijab and everything?

ESKILD: Hijab and everything. And I brought a little present! I brought a gift for the hostess. It’s two boreks that I put in a nice box.

SANA: That’s very nice of you.

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In some kind of AU… 🍃


At some conventions there are artist-related events because literally every nerdy fandom attracts a number of artists in various stages of aspiration. One such event at Indy Pop Con was the Drink ‘n’ Draw- where we all met up at Scotty’s for brews and had a drawing session. 

I didn’t really read the blurb, I just kind of wanted to hang out with other artists and talk about cats. So I did certainly not know that it was a competition- first prize gets a free artist’s table at next year’s show. Runners up get a bag of goodies with a sketch book and some nice pens. Judge faves get a sketch commission.

Now I am not a competitive person. Like… I’ll participate in friendly competition if it’s a thing I like doing, but I’m not in it to win it. So I was just like… pff whatever, I’ll make someone else look good. 

But you have to adhere to a theme. And this year’s theme was ‘The Last Battle.’

And it could be anything you want within that theme. Mostly they were looking at things like storytelling, composition, and technique. 

I wasted about fifteen minutes of the hour and a half that we had, trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I’m awful at open-ended themes all the time and I mentally rattled off a list of subjects that would be good to work with before I finally landed on one that I wanted to do. 

Barney the Purple Dinosaur. 

And I know what you’re thinking:

“What?”

But literally every kid I know grew up twisting the theme song to Barney and turning it into some morbid collection of ways to end the dinosaur’s reign of terror and all of them involved tying him to a tree. 

‘With a knife in his back and a gun to his head-

Woopsie-daisy, Barney’s dead.’

And I figured like… since I’m not really here to win, I’m at least gonna have a good time. So I skipped past the pencil stage and went straight for the sharpies and went to town on this piece of paper. 

And I was not gonna hold back. 

With ten minutes left, the event runner walks by my table and has this ‘what in the fuck is this’ look on his face.

“You know… like in the song?”

“…what song?”

Okay so this is the first person I have met in my life that has not indulged in the honored past-time of recounting the Death of Barney through song. So I start singing the song and he’s still just a wee bit perturbed. 

He walks away, shaking his head, but he’s definitely amused by it. 

Time is up, drawings are in. 

I’m just chillin’ over in my corner with a Pepsi and one of the other artists at my table keeps eyeing the judges because she came to WIN.  She nudges me and she’s like “they keep looking at yours, man.”

“They’re probably trying to dry it off because I spilled Pepsi on it.”

“I dunno… they look intrigued.”

Intrigued is an… intriguing word to describe the faces they were making at my hot mess of a doodle. 

The winners have been decided. 

They get through their personal faves and start listing the runners up. The artist that was checking the judge reactions got one of the judge’s favorites prizes. My girlfriend gets a runner-up for hers. They get to the last one of the runners-up and say:

“Okay, this one came REALLY close.” He holds up a drawing. “Who did this one?”

My hand shot straight up.

“Is that… is that BARNEY?”

“OH GOD WHY?”

“What the fuck?”

I am SHOCKED at this point because what kind of a childhood did y’all have? A fucking nurturing one? “Come on guys, it’s like that song. You know… tie barney to a tree…”

No?

Nothing?

Come on!

So that’s how I won a free sketchbook and came to be known as the chick that ruined everyone’s childhood at Drink’ n’ Draw. 

And I suspect I might have actually won the table if I’d made it clearer that the shadowy figure walking off into the sunset is Baby Bop. 

collab with @polarissketches!!!! aaaaaa i kinda tried a different coloring style for this one! i had so much fun collabing with you♡!

(polaris lined and i colored//)