the perfect martini

1. Send thank you notes

2. Practice good posture

3. Speak more softly

4. Listen without interrupting

5. Wear solid colours

6. Ignore fads, or use them sparingly

7. Have a signature wine that you serve at home

8. Wear only 2-3 accessories

9. Have impeccable manners

10. Read on a variety of topics

11. Maintain a budget

12. Study the arts

13. Have one signature perfume/cologne

14. Show restraint in expressing anger

15. Learn the art of conversation

16. Learn French

17. Wear a trench coat

18. Learn how to wear a scarf

19. Wear a tuxedo, when one is called for

20. Practice quality over quantity

21. Don’t yell or scream

22. Learn to dance the waltz

23. Have one fabulous signature meal you serve guests

24. Remember birthdays

25. Go on picnics

26. Wear dresses/suits more often, and on dates

27. Simplify your life, your home and your calendar

28. Wear pearls

29. Men, Open the door for ladies

30. Ladies, et him open the door for you

31. Remember that it’s more important to be kind than it is to be right

32. Serve coffee or tea after meals

33. Arrive exactly on time

34. Don’t complain

35. Dress to travel

36. Be well travelled

37. If you’re a woman, don’t wear black shoes between Memorial Day and Labor Day…wear spectator pumps instead

38. Keep your home clean and uncluttered

39. When guests stay over, put a small pitcher and glass for water on their nightstand, along with a book they might enjoy

40. Learn how to host a small dinner party

41. Have one subdued solid colour scheme throughout your home, use accessories to add colour

42. Learn how to make the perfect martini

43. Learn how to tie both a regular tie and a bow tie (whether you’re a man or a woman)

44. Be a lady or a gentleman at work, especially when delivering a difficult message or when tempers flare

45. Wear lovely/handsome hats

46. Don’t point out the mistakes of others

47. Wait your turn patiently

48. Don’t curse

49. Chew each bite 20 times

50. Sip your drink

51. Learn proper etiquette for all situations

52. Accept compliments graciously

53. Be quietly self confident

54. Don’t boast

55. Be respectful of others

56. Have fresh flowers in your home

57. Write a letter rather than send an email to those you love

58. Keep your nails well manicured

59. Maintain your shoes and clothing

60. Don’t ever lose your joie de vivre

61. Be well groomed

62. Remember that money does not equal elegance, nor is it necessary to be elegant

63. Wear less make-up

64. Wear well-fitting clothes

65. Spray lavender on your sheets

66. Be positive

67. Learn to politely say no

68. Be concerned with making others feel comfortable

69. Maintain good health

70. Don’t overindulge

71. Hold yourself to high standards

72. Turn your mobile off at dinner

73. Wear simple, classic hairstyles

74. Think before you speak or act. Ask yourself, can anything good come from this?

75. Apoligize sincerely

76. Have integrity

77. Don’t speak ill of others, or gossip

78. Always take a gift to your host or hostess

79. Tie a scarf on your handbag

80. Take a clutch in the evening

81. Wear well fitting jeans with either a long sleeve white shirt or solid sweater for more casual events

82. Only wear sneakers for exercise

83. Use white sheets, white towels, white dishes

84. Be sure your clothes are pressed

85. Your car’s horn should say “pardon me, but do you see me?”, rather than “get out of my way!”

86. Overdo empathy

87. Light candles in your home

88. Go for walks in the park on Sunday

89. Give others sincere compliments

90. Understand your own worth

91. Learn how to open a bottle of champagne

92. Dress appropriately for the occasion

93. Do small favours for others, without expecting anything in return

94. Say please and thank you

95. Take the time to stop and listen to others, especially children

96. Take responsibility for yourself and your own happiness

97. Keep a journal

98. Give thoughtful gifts, rather than expensive ones

99. Less is more

100. Savour the moment

—  100 Ways to be Elegant by me (via pearlsandcurlsandpreppygirls)
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“Iron Lady” - [Jeremy Irons / Tom Hiddleston - Multi-chapter].

Summary: Widower Jeremy, falls for and marries his son’s friend despite tripling her age. And just a few years later, his health problems and the return of his best friend, Tom, to London, make him doubt his marriage and wonder if his wife would be better off with a younger man like his friend.

Chapter V: “Birthday”.

Previous chapter(s): 1.”Horses”. // 2.”Books”. // 3.”Wine” // 4.”Berries”.

Written by: A.Wölf.

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She looked so beautiful in her French dress, that Tom had to put out the cigarette he had just lit up as soon as he saw her walking into his house, hand in hand with her husband.

He pulled Jeremy into an embrace.

“Thank you for coming”, he said, still hugging him but staring at Mrs.Irons.

When Tom greeted her, his touch was a burning sensation.

“How could we not?” Jeremy asked, “Happy Birthday, my friend”.

He handed Tom a bottle of the finest scotch.

“Oh, this is lovely!”

Mrs.Irons smiled shyly and kept on avoiding his blue eyes but he noticed.

“Shall we?” Tom asked motioning them to follow him.

He was about to lead them to the bar but a woman in an elegant dress walked up to him and placed her hand on his arm. When she whispered something in Tom’s ear and he chuckled, Mrs.Irons’ smile disappeared. An odd feeling invaded her and it even deafened her while Tom introduced them. All she did was force a friendly expression when the woman extended her hand and she shook it.

She couldn’t keep his eyes off his strong hand on the woman’s lower back as she giggled at something Tom had said. Jeremy leaned closer to his wife’s ear.

“2 weeks in town… he works fast”, he murmured with a somewhat disapproving tone.

“Too fast”, she whispered trying her hardest not to sound bitter.

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anonymous asked:

1. Violinist. (Or violin)

I can’t believe how long this has been in my inbox, but it will make a great tiny offering for @bridgetteirish birthday. I know she likes musician Kara. Let’s try musician Cat.

P.S. This was rushed, so not much detail :-( Short and sweet :-) Like Sus.

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Kara wandered her way through Cat’s spacious penthouse. She took her time, paying special attention to every detail; the sheen of the wood floors, and how the soft lighting reflected on them, the color palette, the carefully thought out decor.

Their third date had just ended with Cat inviting Kara up and Kara thought she’d be crazy not to take the invitation. Cat had left her alone while she made them drinks, and Kara was content to steal glimpses into Cat’s life through her home.

As she meandered around the living area looking at pictures and books​, Kara saw a small study off to the side. She couldn’t help but take a glance. As she poked her head into the room, her lips parted with surprise.

“No way,” Kara whispered, looking over the room in awe.

The lighting was warmer and a bit more dim. In the corner was an upright piano with an antique, reapolstered bench that fit Cat’s taste perfectly. Then there was an object that captivated Kara. A beautiful, dark wood violin, set neatly on its stand, along with a matching bow.

Kara’s feet moved unconsciously as she made her way into the room. She ran her fingers over the sheet music on the stand near the violin. There was shelf built into the wall and Kara noticed volumes of music, along with an unmatchable classical record collection. Kara felt herself fall for Cat more with every second spent in the room.

Reaching out, she picked up a picture frame. It was a photo of Cat, playing the violin. She looked beautiful, eyes closed, relaxed, hair barely falling over her pristine cheek bone. This was a completely new side of Cat.

“Snooping?”

Cat’s voice brought Kara out of her musings. She beamed at the woman in the doorway, standing there with a martini glass in each hand. “You never told me you play,” Kara said, indicating the instruments.

Cat took slow steps, coming to stand in front of Kara passing her a glass. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” She clinked her glass with Kara’s and took a sip.

Unable to tear her eyes from Cat’s, Kara followed suit, taking a small sip. Of course, Cat made a perfect apple martini. “This is good,” Kara told her casually.

“Yes, well, when you drink as much as I do, you should know how to make your own drinks.” Cat leaned up to place an easy kiss at the corner of Kara’s lips. She took the picture from Kara’s hands, setting it back in its place.

Kara stood motionless for a moment longer than necessary, enjoying the tingle at the spot where Cat’s mouth had made contact. Then, when Cat tugged on her hand, saying, “Come on, let’s sit,” Kara tugged back.

“Play for me.”

A slow smile pulled at Cat’s lips. “I don’t play for people.”

“Who took the picture?”

“You’re such a reporter,” Cat retorted, her smile growing. “Carter took it.”

Kara released Cat’s hand and took the martini glass from her. Setting them both down on shelf, next to the picture, Kara moved into Cat’s space, encircling the small woman in her arms. She melted when Cat slipped her hands to the back of Kara’s neck and pulled her in for a slow kiss with parted lips. They separated only to take a breath and come back together. Kara caressed her hands over the small of Cat’s back. She loved that she got to touch Cat like this.

After several satisfying kisses, Kara whispered against Cat’s mouth, “Play for me.”

Cat pulled back with a soft look that was becoming more and more familiar to Kara. “Okay.”

Kara’s smile was radiant. Since they had confessed their feelings after Cat’s return and begun dating, the older woman's​ will bent toward Kara’s with less and less protest.

Cat walked over to pick up the violin and Kara happily sat in the easy chair near the piano. She watched Cat move the music stand so she was facing Kara, then pick up the bow.

“This is one of my favorites,” Cat told her.

Settling the violin comfortably under her chin, Cat brought the bow up, holding it loosely in her fingers. After a deep breath, Cat’s eyes fell on the sheet music.

Kara was enraptured with the first deep and full notes that came as Cat slowly slid the bow across the strings. Her clenched jaw relaxed with every passing measure. Kara couldn’t believe how beautiful it sounded. It was obvious that Cat had been playing for a long time.

Her fingers were nimble and sure. When she moved to build a vibrato, it looked easy and practiced. Every note was clear. The piece was slow and stayed mostly in the lower register, making it sound rich and bold.

Kara was mezmorized. As she continued to play, Cat closed her eyes, forgetting the sheet music and letting her body take over. She adjusted her position and a lock of hair fell over her cheek, though she didn’t seem to notice. Beginning to sway along with the movements of the bow, Cat went into a more intense part of the piece. Her eyebrows knit together and Kara could tell that she wasn’t just playing the music, she was feeling it.

After many content minutes, the piece slowed down and with a few last pushes and pulls of the bow over the strings, the music ended as perfectly as it had begun. Cat slowly opened her eyes, searching for Kara’s, seeming nervous, like she was afraid Kara might not be the least bit impressed.

Kara had to find her voice, still awestruck. She swallowed and quietly said, “That was amazing.” The anxious look left Cat’s face and was replaced with a small grin. “You’re amazing.”

“Thank you.”

She went to put the instrument back in its place when Kara quickly said, “Just one more song?”

Looking back, Cat seemed surprised. But then it happened again, Cat bending her will to Kara’s. She lifted the violin back to her chin and pulled out another set of sheet music. Kara settled into the chair, the sound of the violin washing over her.

anonymous asked:

"I love you,I promise that you never get hurt" + tae from bts mafia!au? Pleaase

How did you get into this mess?

If you knew it will end this way, you will not even try, or hope for this relationship to work.


Flashback

Your eyes wandering around the old looking bar wildly, half scanning the new place, half trying to find a seat. You drag your feet on the wooden floor slowly, and sit on the stool, eyes still looking around. Not many people are here, making it one of the calmest bar you have ever been. Only the occasional sound of glasses, clicks of lighters, people talking, and the oldies being played by a live band. This place looks like it comes straight out from the 50’s, complete with the old furniture and decorations.

You glance at the right side of the bar. There is a small vintage stage, with a group of middle aged men and women playing some oldies and classics.

“What do you want to drink, young lady?” A bartender’s voice makes you snap your head back to the front. Before you is a young man, with an amazing physique, not too muscular or too skinny. His brown hair is parted into 5:2, neatly combed. He is wearing a white shirt with a small bow tie around the collar. His face showing much interest to you, making you avert away your eyes instantly from him.

You hesitate, “One perfect martini, please.”

“Anything for the lady,” he turns on his heels and begins mixing the drink. Seconds later, he places a cocktail glass, filled with clear liquid in front of you, complete with a fresh green olive.

You glue your eyes to the old oak bar table in front of you. You rest your hands on it, intertwining both of your hands with each other. Your tongue stiffens, making you unable to produce any words out. You slightly nods your head and pulls the drink closer to your body.

“What’s a young lady like you doing here, all alone?” The bartender asks, breaking the silence. He is standing, showing his back as he wipes some glasses behind the bar.

Sipping some drink from the glass lips, you say, “Just bored. And this is quite an interesting place too, it’s quiet.”

“Yeah, it’s not that popular. The owner is the third generation to run this bar. He doesn’t want to do any changes to it, keeping it still like before. This place was once very popular, back in the 50’s. But I guess people want change. So lesser people come. Only the regulars will keep coming here,” he explains. He walks to the shelf and arrange the glasses neatly, still not facing you.

Suddenly, you feel a figure silently takes a seat right next to you. You can see at the corner of your eyes, he is wearing a suit and a fedora hat, as he is smoking a cigar.

The bartender turns around, and as soon he lays he eyes on the man beside you, his body freezes. Clouds of smoke float around the man’s face, making him appear mysterious.

“Sir, how can I help you?” The bartender’s tone sounds serious. His expression show such emotion that you cannot define.

The man clears his throat before speaking, “A glass of whiskey, please.”

His deep husky voice makes your heart beat quickens. Your curiosity grows, but your eyes still on the your glass, as if the glass is a lot more attractive than him.

Without a word, the bartender quickly place the golden colored drink on the table, and disappears from the scene, leaving you and the man at the bar. You would be lying if you say that you do not feel nervous.

“I’m Taehyung,” the man speaks up.

At that remark, you bravely turn your head to face him, and God, he is such a masterpiece.

High bridge nose, piercing stare from his brown eyes, that perfectly arched eyebrows, and lips, wrapped around that cigar. His side profile is just so perfect, that you did not notice you are staring.

“Enjoying the view?” His head now turns to his left, his eyes bore down to yours. A smirk is so evident on his face. Your cheeks turn into rosy pink, as you duck down in shyness.

‘What a cute reaction,’ Taehyung thought to himself.

“I’m Y/N,” you politely introduce yourself, trying to make the situation less awkward than it already be.

“Would you stay with me, no matter what happens?” He questioned you on one fateful night when both of you were tangled between the sheets, moonlight softly shone through the blinds on the window.

“Of course I will. I love you,” was your automatic response.



Present Day

You were in love with him, but he is not the normal type of boyfriend who will cuddle with you at nights, takes you out on a fancy dinner, buy you flowers or watch some romantic cliche flicks with you.

He is a mafia boss, in the area you are staying. You did not know it before of course, he hid it so well. Masking himself as a businessman who always need to go for work and only be back on late nights. He had always said that his business was so important to him, being that he is the heir from his late father.

“I’m not like the normal guys, Y/N. I’m dangerous. But you, you are the only person that sees through me. I can be completely myself when I’m with you. Don’t you leave me,” his persuasive voice made your legs go jelly. But you know, this is not right.

He is dangerous, so damn dangerous. You love him, but hell, would you risk your family too? You know, you and your family will be the main target to the other mafia families who want to destroy him. 

No. You cannot risk that. And you finally decided to break up with him.

It is for the best.

That is, until one night, as you are walking back home from work, two men pounce onto you, and pull you inside a car. Everything is happening too fast. Their strong grip make you freeze in your seat, and keep your silence. With three strong looking men in the car, you choose to not do anything stupid, thus risking you to be found dead minutes later on the street. One of the men forcefully ties a blindfold on your eyes, making you feel more anxious as seconds pass by.

The car stop after what is feels like hours, and you are dragged out from the car, but this time, the men treat you like a fragile glass. 

“Follow us. And don’t struggle.”

 They guide you somewhere. The echo of the footsteps suggests that you are now walking through a hallway. 

Seconds later, they halt in their tracks. You hear sounds of knocking on a door.

“Come in,” a muffled voice is heard. You hear creaking sound of a door, before the men guide you to continue walking and stopping a few steps after.

“Both of you may leave,” a familiar deep voice resonate in your ear, as you feel the men grips on your arms disappear. Their footsteps becomes fainter as they walk away, and closes the door.

Your breath hitchs, hearing another footsteps coming to your direction, and passing you.

“Taehyung?” You croak out.

Click. The door is locked.

“Taehyung? Is that you? ” You voice out again, sounding like you are in such despair.

The footsteps travel closer to you, and the blindfolds are off. You squint your eyes at the sudden brightness of the room, until a familiar figure stands right before you.

“Hey. How have you been? ” 

Taehyung asks, a wicked smile is plastered on his face. His gaze on you make you feel small, and vulnerable. You bite down your dry bottom lips and avoid any eye contact with him.

“You said you will stay with me. But then, you disappear. Why you lied, Y/N? Don’t you love me anymore?” His voice sounds sad and disappointed.

No response from you.

He rubs the temple of his nose, sighing softly at your silence.

“It doesn’t matter. Now that you are here, you are now completely mine,” his voice turns cheerful, making you snap and look at him in fear.

His hand travels slowly, from the tip of your fingers, up to your arms and stays on your shoulder. He pulls you close, and pats your hair, chuckling.

“I love you, and I promise you will never get hurt,” his lips come in contact with your hot cheeks, sending shivers down your spine.


Things I Write When I’m Bored

It’s done! I gotta admit, Tae as a mafia boss will be the hottest thing on Earth

Hope you like it! <3

Originally posted by donewithjeon


Okay, Retrofuture 1962, show me your City of Tomorrow! What have we got? Flat-roofed houses on which to land the old VTOL flying car? Hotels with robot bartenders that can mix the perfect martini? Naturally, there has to be an obligatory monorail somewhere. Does the local spaceport have a storage locker for my jetpack or do I…uh…hang on a minute…

Land Development? Shopping Centers? CO-OP Housing? Industrial Parks? That’s your City of Tomorrow?!

Shame on you, Retrofuture. Somewhere, the 1939 New York World’s Fair is shaking its head in disgust.

Edges

A little #microfiction for all the dangerous ladies out there…

As the bartender flips the cocktail shaker in the air, the woman at the bar passes the time until her martini is ready by counting the objects she could use to kill a person.

The waiter’s corkscrew, of course. Simple enough.

Any number of hardwood corners to the bar and tables.

Thin sharp straws that would just need the right angle.

A veritable sword rack of various long-stemmed glasses.

The glue-on nails another waiter is applying quickly in the back, before their shift starts.

She sometimes wonders what it would be like to see life without its edges. Would it be pleasant? Like the marshmallow hug of an expensive hotel bed after a long mission? Or would it be desperately dull to live with your brain swaddling the corners of you in cotton wool?

She gives a small little sigh and finishes sharpening her smile with lipstick.

The martini is perfect.

She resolves to try and keep the bartender out of the line of fire.

sad songs

well, here you go! these are some i listen to. some may not necessarily be sad, but they’re emotional and powerful. i mention a few obvious ones that most of you have probably heard..but yeahh i got messages and replies in favor of a list so enjoy!

1. Soldier - Before You Exit

2. Sad Song - We The Kings

3. Broken Home - 5 Seconds of Summer

4. Invisible - Hunter Hayes

5. Cry With You - Hunter Hayes

6. A Little Too Much - Shawn Mendes

7. Will I - Cast of Rent the Musical

8. Even My Dad Does Sometimes - Ed Sheeran

9. All of the Stars - Ed Sheeran

10. Not About Angels - Birdy

11. Breathe Me - Sia

12. It Gets Better (acoustic) - Todrick Hall

13. His Daughter - Molly Kate Kestner

14. I’m Not Perfect - Lori Martini

15. Irrelevant - Lauren Aquilina
(tbh anything by Lauren Aquilina could work)

16. Dreamers - Hopium

17. Light - Sleeping At Last

18. Gravity - Sara Bareilles

19. Perfect - Selena Gomez

20. Amnesia - 5 Seconds of Summer

tell me your favorites!

Harry Hart is a disaster of a human being.

He named his dog Mr. Pickle.

His house is an interior designer’s nightmare with too many pictures on the wall.

He has a room dedicated to dead things.

He knows how to pair twinkies (and no doubt other junk food) with high end alcohol.

He’s ALWAYS late.

He curses like a sailor.

He makes sexual puns/innuendos to younger men.

He beats people up with an umbrella.

He’s a perfect, amazing, disaster. And I really want to see more of it. Like him teaching Eggsy not only to make the perfect martini, but also all the junk food that can go with said martini. Harry trying to get Eggsy into butterflies. Harry being a horrible mess in the morning, all disheveled and curly haired and just so un-perfect that it’s perfect. And Harry purposely being late just to annoy Merlin. And Harry swearing in front of people without even realizing it and then having to apologize to the old ladies. And Eggsy and Harry getting another dog and Harry wants to name him after food like Mr. Noodle or Mr. Peanut or Mrs. Muffin or Mrs. Sugarlump and Eggsy is just ‘NO HARRY’.

Masquerade

Requested by: Anon :)
Prompts: #42 “You love me, really” & #63 “You’re clearly drunk.” (Rossi x Reader)


Originally posted by sur-fine-whatever


He had remained professional after the break-up, just as he promised you he would. You had taken some time off to clear your head and then re-joined the team as if nothing had happened. The only one who had known about the relationship had been Aaron. The rest, you two were sure, didn’t suspect a thing.

That was until you started dating someone a year later, and David couldn’t really mask his moods as easily as he used to while you were still single. He knew he didn’t have any right to tell you anything since he had been the one to call it off once it started getting too serious after a year and a half of being together.

But now? You were three years into this other relationship, and he didn’t know what to do as you excitedly showed everyone the engagement ring. What could he do other than put on a fake smile and congratulate you?

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12.11 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX MARTINI!

My babies made by the wonderful and talented @martini-september​.

I’m totally speechless! *dancing happily around the room*

What else can I say? It’s been a pleasure and I am really honored to have one of your drawings! Thank you so so much! ♥

A truth can stand up tall by itself, lies need more lies to prop them up. Truth has a symmetry, falsehood is out of kilter. Truth is high resolution, falsehood is out of focus. Truth has a certain ring, falsehood sounds a dull note. Truth has a fresh smell, falsehood a sour smell. Truth tastes like a perfect martini, falsehood like cheap muscatel. Truth feels like a silk scarf, falsehood like worn out sandpaper. Truth will get you into heaven, if there is such a place. Falsehood will send you to hell, if there is such a place. Truth gives you an honest face, falsehood a depraved look. Truth has longevity, lies die young. Truth will make love last, lies will kill it. A carpenter’s work might all be truth, and a politician’s work all lies. But nothing is all black and white, because there are times for terrible truths and times for wonderful lies. And there are even things that are perfect even though they are entirely true and entirely false, like the bible. If these words are poetry, they would be true, because poetry is always true, assuming that it is poetry. — Michael Lipsey