#role models hostess

[incorrectjackboxquotes]

Cookie: "In 1930, Helene Adelaide Shelby patented an apparatus for obtaining criminal confessions."

Cookie: "The police put the suspect into a darkened chamber where they are confronted by a human skeleton with glowing red eyes that questions them with a voice transmitted from the interrogator behind it, through a megaphone in its mouth."

Cookie: "A camera concealed in the skull was to record the confessions."

Schmitty, Nate, Buzz and Guy: "WHAT?!"

[REDACTED]: "CONFESS YOUR SINS TO THE CRIME SKELETON!"

Dr. Ro: "For the record AND for the fact, this wasn't ACTUALLY ever fully-made. It was JUST patented. They DIDN'T actually try this out. There was NO WAY of this actually working!"

Dictionary Keeper: "But hey, considering back then, people weren't really suspicious of things like this and REALLY took things at face value, I WOULDN'T be surprised if it was SOMEWHAT effective."

(11:08 am, 1/10/2024)

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#jackbox #incorrect jackbox quotes #jackbox games #incorrect quotes #trivia murder party #redacted #ydkj #tmp #you don't know jack #[redacted] #dictionary keeper #dictionarium #dictionarium hostess #dr ro #role models #role models hostess #cookie masterson #cookie #schmitty #quiplash #nate shapiro #nate #guy #guy towers #buzz #buzz lippman

[wistfulcynic]

it’s more than a little disturbing to me how many people loudly proclaim how much they hate or don’t care about Nate and his character journey, while with the same breath proclaiming how much they love Jamie’s. “Oh boo hoo, Nate has daddy issues,” i’ve actually seen adult people actually say. “So does Jamie and look at him!” 

Similarly: “Nate’s gonna be saved by the love of a woman? How boring and cliche!” 

Or: “Nate doesn’t have to be such a jerk. He has Ted as a role model. He should know better!” 

to anyone capable of saying that, you’re absolutely right. You don’t care about Nate or his journey and that couldn’t be more obvious. What’s interesting though is why. 

because here’s the thing about Jamie, and also about Ted. Two things they have in common--a massive ego and a rock-solid sense of self. 

remember Jamie in like the second episode of the whole series? “Coach, I’m me. Why would I want to be anything else?” 

yes, Jamie has a shit dad and he’s had a shit time of it in many ways because of his shit dad. But what Jamie has never had to face is a crisis of identity. He knows who he is and he knows his value. He can take hits and come back from them, he can acknowledge his mistakes and learn from them because at his core he still and always has that knowledge that he’s a superstar. 

then there’s Ted. Anyone who doubts that Ted is a full-fledged egomaniac, ask yourselves how much confidence it takes to preface every single useful thing you have to say with a meandering, folksy anecdote and be absolutely certain that every single person you speak to is going to not only put up with that but actively listen. That’s the kind of confidence that can only come from a particular kind of privilege, and while Ted also has been through tough times and experienced trauma he's a white man from a place where white men are at the top of every ladder and he has very clearly never doubted who he is or the value he possesses. 

Nate can't be Jamie and he can’t be Ted. Not just because it’s ridiculous to expect different humans to behave identically in situations that are only vaguely similar, but because Nate’s core problem isn’t that his dad withholds love or that the hostess at a restaurant is snide to him. 

his problem--which incidentally we’ve been shown from the absolute very beginning--is that he doesn’t have any confidence. He doesn’t know who he is, and the who that he thinks he is, is a who he doesn’t especially like. Nate can't be Jamie because to him every mistake he makes reduces his worth, and he doesn’t have that superstar core to shore him up. Nate can’t be Ted because the entirety of his lifetime experience has assured him that no one wants to listen to anything he has to say. Nate can only be Nate because he is Nate, and the only thing that he or any of us can be is ourselves. 

and yeah, who Nate is isn’t always especially pleasant. He’s shown he can be mean and he can be spiteful. So what? He’s flawed, as all the characters are. As all humans are. Plenty of us have meanness and spite in us, that doesn’t make us irredeemable monsters. Nate’s journey is about realising his value and finally receiving recognition for it. He’s a clever, capable strategist and a talented coach. Now that he’s finally seeing and being seen for that, he’s finding in himself the capacity to recognise and work on his flaws. Which he is doing. It’s not about getting the girl or finding redemption through the love of a woman. It’s about having the confidence to trust that another human is going to see him and like him for who he is. 

Nate isn’t flawed in a sexy asshole way like Jamie or a folksy wholesome way like Ted. He’s flawed in an uncomfortably human way that probably hits too close to home for many people. Jamie and Ted are larger-than-life characters. Nate is one of us. So in a way i guess it’s understandable that people have a harder time forgiving him his trespasses or “caring” about his redemption. 

on the other hand, however, you all might want to ask yourselves why you’re so willing to extend endless grace to the hyperconfident white men while offering the anxious brown one none at all. 

#ted lasso #ted lasso meta #nate shelley #jamie tartt

[heartfullofleeches]

If you want to could we have a scenario with the cafe tag role reversal au? Maybe readers first time going to the cafe and being met with Clyde and Saber as like a little callback to the first Cafe tag post?

The pet cafe's opening week. Lines spread down the block with the lure of being catered to by an adorable and friendly cast of hybrids joined by a special guest to kick off the launch. Saber was well known in the modeling industry for his looks and charm. Being a high class breed and a hybrid of one of the most common house pets were a clear boost to his popularity. It was no surprise the cafe reached out for his aid which was an obvious success. He had been everyone's first choice for a host, and booked the entire duration of the collab. All this attention was just too much for the poor feline.

"Hello, I'm here for my appointment with Clyde."

Saber's claws leave divots in the table. The hostess manning the front desk offers the customer a warm smile as they lead them to their table, depositing their umbrella in the bin beside the desk. A chipper bee that the customer has to speed walk to keep up with and leaves them a honey flavored sucker as they leave to get their coworker from the back. The poor unaware rabbit ducks behind the coffee table as the doors to the break room fly open.

"Clyde! Your twelve o'clock is here!"

Clyde's pale face drains of color as a menu is shoved in his arms. "What?! I thought you were joking about that...."

"I was at first, but then a real request came in like five minutes later." Robbie pushes their coworker towards the door." Well, don't keep your first waiting. Go, go, go!'

Clyde fits his hair as he's pushed into the dining area. He continues to smooth his curly locks, and tries to make himself look as presentable as possible for his first master of the day. He's never been called on before. He's used to taking meal orders for the guests waiting for more popular pets like that feline. Passing the table were Saber sat crowded by an entire group of people, Clyde feels a chill run down his back as his temporary partner shoots him an icy glare. Creepy. Saber's never been nice to him, but he's never done that before. He could worry about that later. Focus.

"Table six... table six.. Ta- Ah! Here we go. I apologize for the wait, master. Welcome to the cafe, can I get you something to drink to start you off?"

"I'll need a moment to decide. Can you sit next to me until then?"

"Certainly!" Clyde takes a seat on the edge of the booth. It was easier said than done. He couldn't figure out why someone had chosen him, especially a cute human like them if a side view was anything to go off of. Were they using him for something? Maybe they only requested him so they could watch Saber without the wait. Why was he dumping such accusations on a stranger? Why did they feel right?...

"I'll just take a water for now, and sip of whatever you want."

"....Pardon?" Did he hear them right?

The guest looks embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I'd use a separate straw of course, but I thought it would be okay since I saw others doing it and I didn't want you to be left out."

His ears had been tugged on a lot throughout the years - but he heard them loud and clear. They... actually wanted him. Was that him overthinking again? Clyde prayed not. Someone was asking about him. Someone was looking at him. He had been noticed.

The guest looks under the table as their silverware slides into their lap. "Are you alright?"

Clyde holds down his leg, face as red as the tie around his neck. "Y-yes, just- a bit excited. I'll go get those drinks for us."

In the split second it takes for Clyde to hop away from the table, a few face takes his spot. The customer had taken to watching the falling rain outside the window so they remain oblivious to his presence. The slippery feline rubs up against the guest's forearm much to their confusion. They put on their friendliest uncomfortable smile and pull their arm away, waving with a limp wrist.

"Um... Hello"

"Hi there." Saber purrs, switching one leg over the other as his tail falls onto their thigh. "Waiting for someone?"

"Yeah actually, I think his name is Clyde. I thought he was super cute, so I wanted to meet him."

Saber rolls his eyes, picking up the pieces of his friendly facade as he leans on their shoulder. "Awww, don't be like that. I'm sure we could have more fun together than you could with him."

"Really, I'm not interested."

Saber, ever the prideful, refuses to back down. He scoots closer, heavy rain pelting his ears. Thunder claps drilling his sensitive ears with tremendous boom that crumbles his ego and his body to the floor. He covers his ears with his hands and hisses, plugging the holes with his fingers as if trying to make himself go deaf. Hands pulling him away, and cushioning his head with their chest prevents him from doing just that. The guest strokes his head and hushes him as the thunder died out.

"There, there. You're alright." They help him back to the chair and check to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Their hands are so soft. They fade from contact as the guest looks over his shoulder. "Clyde's back. You going to be okay?"

Saber, admitting defeat for now returns to his original table. Clyde bites the flesh of his cheek to keep his smile from spreading too far.

"Master, I'm back. I hope you enjoy milkshakes?"

"Sounds good." The guest scoots back over to their side of the booth, petting the rabbit's hair much to his surprise. Through his salt and pepper locks, they notice a single black dot behind one of his ears. "You don't have to call me master if you don't want to. Y/n is just fine, but if we're handing out nicknames you mind if I call you Spot?"

Spot's leg starts to bounce again. Please let them become a regular.

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere blurb #role swap au #yandere drabble #yandere hybrid

[claudeng80]

Kissing Lessons

“I need you to teach me to be a gentleman.” Ryuu doesn’t hide anymore. He plants himself in front of Obi, upright and confident in his demand. “I’m going to the Lilias research awards reception this year, and I need to be a credit to the pharmacy.”

Shirayuki slouches further into her chair, watching the tableau over the brim of the leather.

Obi’s wide-eyed, cornered, but at the same time she thinks he might be a bit touched. “Are you sure you don’t want to be asking someone else? Shidan’s been there before.” He pauses, almost certainly dismissing Suzu and Kazaha as alternative role models. “Or Rata Forzeno, he certainly is better at this than I am.”

“He’s up in the mountains, collecting. And Shidan is why- I heard he hides in corners and doesn’t talk to anybody.”

“And that’s not-” Obi struggles, a moment. That sounds like a very accurate description of how Ryuu generally deals with crowds. “And you want to be the center of attention?”

Ryuu recoils. “No! I just want- You’re good with people, and Shirayuki too. I want to make you proud.”

Shirayuki can’t see the look on Obi’s face anymore. “You always do. But I guess we can have a class on party skills, if that’s what you want.”

She’s not going to survive this. She wipes her eyes, then silently sets down her book and creeps toward the exit, only pausing to peek back just before she reaches the door. Her view is blocked by black and gold. “Going somewhere, my lady?” He holds out his hand. “After all, even a pretend party requires a hostess.”

She tries to convey with her eyes alone that she’s going to cry if they do this, and Obi’s say right back that he doesn’t care, he’s not doing this alone. Defeated, she braces her hand on his to pull herself back up to a full stand, and by the time she gets there Obi raises his hand further, tilting it in a way the back of her brain says is a dancing thing. He could be telling her to spin.

She has no idea which way. So she freezes, and Obi laughs. “Okay, so no dancing,” he says, and the relief on Ryuu’s face must match that on her own. “That’s probably not a highlight of the scholars’ reception, anyway. So what is it that you actually want to know?”

“Shidan said that when you arrive, you have to greet the chair of the committee serving as hostess. What do you do? I’m sure they don’t want to hear about research right away.”

“This is Lilias…” Obi says, and Shirayuki elbows him.

“You tell her your name and say good evening, then say it’s a pleasure to be there.” Shirayuki fills in. “Then you bow, just like when we meet with the king.”

“Unless she holds out a hand, then you kiss it. The king doesn’t do that part,” Obi says.

Ryuu wrinkles his nose. “That doesn’t seem very sanitary, for her or for all the guests. What if someone’s sick?”

Obi waves a hand. “Ah, you don’t actually kiss it. Here.” He squares up next to Ryuu, facing Shirayuki, still a little taller than Ryuu but not for much longer. He looks down at Ryuu, and it’s such a delight every time she catches that pride on his face. “We have arrived at the reception. We walk through the front door, and the chair of the committee is there to greet us.” He flips a hand at Shirayuki, cuing her.

“Welcome,” she says, not having any better of an idea what the chair of the research committee would say. Obi’s eyes twinkle at her.

“I’m Ryuu, from the Lilias pharmacy,” he says with only a little prompting from Obi.

“Obi, from the guard,” he adds.

“Sir.” Ryuu interrupts. “You’re Sir Obi.”

Obi’s lips tighten. “Technically,” he agrees. “But that’s not the point.”

“You still should get it right,” Shirayuki says. “It’s your title. You’ve earned it.”

He still looks unimpressed, but they’ll wear him down eventually. “Fine.” She can watch him shift, everything from his face to the way he carries his body suddenly a born courtier. “Sir Obi, from the Lilias guard.” He shifts his feet, ready to bow, waits a second for Ryuu to mimic him, and then raises an eyebrow at Shirayuki.

“Oh!” Her hand shoots out, far from graceful. Obi almost keeps his composure, only the tiniest of snorts escaping, and she narrows her eyes at him. “We are honored by your presence,” she intones, emphasizing every word.

“My lady, the honor is ours.” His right hand brushes the underside of her wrist. It’s a perfectly controlled movement, not too soft and not too firm, but exactly calibrated to hold her steady. It’s humbling, how closely he observes her, how precisely and how completely he knows her. Gracefully he pivots and bends, drawing her hand up in the same motion as his head descends, the two reaching equilibrium with his lips just a breath away from her skin.

Everything stops. It may be only a second he lingers there, but Shirayuki’s heart stops keeping time. She’s felt like this before, in the depths of kisses, in the heart of an embrace, but never from something so innocuous as this. He means nothing by it but a demonstration for Ryuu, and she is debilitated. She wants, and she doesn’t even know what, and when he straightens up again, she mourns.

“See? It’s really just a bow with a close approach, nothing to be afraid of.” Her hand still lies in his, inert and unresisting. When he lets go, she inhales. “Now you try.”

Ryuu bows over her hand just like Obi had, a quick study. Shirayuki’s heart still pounds, but with no new skips and halts. Correlation is not the same as causation, but still she knows it’s only Obi who makes her feel this way.

“That’s it?” Ryuu asks, dropping her hand.

“It is,” she answers, her voice too breathy to be truly normal but she still feels like she’s drowning.

Obi nods, then really looks at her. She knows the exact moment he registers the look on her face. “Good job,” he says to Ryuu, laying a hand on his shoulder. “If she’s blushing you’ve done something right. Definitely do that to the chair, it’ll make her day. We can let my lady get back to her reading, if there was anything else you were worried about.”

They disappear back into the stacks with just a nod of farewell, but she doesn’t pick up her book for a long time.

#fanfic #obiyukimadness23 #i kiss your hand

[rubywolf0201]

Reasons to like Tooru Kirishima from The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting

1. Gremlin bluenette who makes nasty ass smirk like these

2. But despite the above, can make genuinely nice smiles if he can

3. He chugs ‘Respect Women’ juice if his and Sugihara's annoyance at what their imposters did to the club's hostess in Episode 2 were to be of any indication.

4. Loves sweet things like donuts, chocolate and pancakes

5. Is a man trying his best to be a good role model to his boss's daughter.

6. He has cute fangs

7. Is absolutely adorable when he's chibi-fied

8. Mama's boy (Episode 2, 6, 10 and 12 has him thinking about his late mother quite a lot)

9. Total dork when not in his ‘Demon of Sakuragi’ persona

10. An enjoyable character overall

11. In one of the episode where Yaeka made an angry outburst regarding her comatose mother (something that was foreshadowed back in Episode 1), Kirishima never once yell or hit her (doing so might earn Kazuhiko's wrath) but gave a heartfelt talk about how Miyuki loved Yaeka even in coma and how she's fighting for her life. This of course caused Yaeka to break down in tears because of her outburst but the bluenette managed to calm her down and even assured her that she can give Miyuki something when she awakes from her coma. (Sorry if it got long but I rewatched Ep.2 two days ago last night and it gave me emotions)

12. Speaking of Miyuki, I love how she entrusted Kirishima with her daughter despite the former's violent personality and even before he receivied character development.

13. Lest I forget, Kirishima is actually a lot smarter than he looks despite being an all-out offense attacker. Dude's senses are off the charts.

14.) One example in Episode 1 is when he noticed that the people he beat up earlier is following him and wanted to deal with them but at the same time didn’t want to involve Yaeka in it, he devised a plan where they play Red Light, Green Light and Kirishima with his super speed (lol) quickly beat his attackers and once Yaeka is done, managed to come back with his attackers dealt with.

15.) Did I not mention that he is extremely handsome when not wearing the same white button up shirt and black trousers? His PTA look when visiting Yaeka's school is one example

16.) This is the last reason but… I like to think that despite his occasional mistreatment towards Sugihara and annoyance at Rei, his old high school friend (Kirishima has a thing for attracting blondes unintentionally lol 😂), he deeply cares about them in his own way, such as accepting the latter's drinking invitation with a smile on his face and admitting to the former that he's right about running away from his problems in Episode 11.

#rubi’s post #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #tooru kirishima #kirishima appreciation post #yes I admit being a simp for kirishima #listen I know he’s a violent gremlin but he’s bby when not being nasty

[stonesandswords]

Me: I am not comfortable with the entire concept of Jade as a symbol of writers that don’t understand how race impacts experience and think a lot of the way people discuss her is evidence of a very white fandom that thinks working in customer service is an excuse to be a jerk to someone that literally just asked politely for a table.

Also me, guiltily: The concept of Nate so longing for connection to someone that he’s delighted at someone sitting down to have some dessert with him and Jade being nice to someone who is clearly having a bad day is really sad and sweet.

Ugh!!!! I get this!!! Sorry if I kinda lost the plot with this answer. I was trying to be thoughtful and then got a bit carried away with my thoughts about the topic. But it's definitely a double-edged sword there, and I'd love to hear more of your thoughts about it!

On one hand, I’m so happy Nate finally feels seen, even just a little, for his completely wonderful but quirky, normal self. Like he was having a bad day, which seemed cumulative of a lot of things and really highlighted Nate's introvertedness and awkwardness as a person. He's come across Jade at her job a few different times now, that we've seen, at different stages of his career and social life. For so long, Nate has thought that social status was something he wanted to achieve and would finally gain him respect from people who aren't really his peers.

This scene made me think of when Nate and Keeley were having a conversation in Keeley's office at Richmond, talking about being rich and famous or whatnot, and Nate commented that he wouldn't mind the groupies, and Keeley laughed telling him that he wouldn't. Like Nate is getting all these high-status things he thought he wanted: a new fancy car from Rupert, invites to fancy events with other high-status folks, and dates with famous models and socialites.

Yet, despite this, Nate still set the date at A Taste of Athens (*Rebecca Welton voice* in Tooting!) simply because he likes it there! It's sentimental to him! His family has probably been going there for decades. It doesn't take much to impress Nate because he knows what he likes. I mean, look at how he still drove around his green mini cooper despite getting the manager job at West Ham.

It's just very interesting to see the difference between noticing the very simple and sentimental things that he clearly loves and enjoys, but not really realizing that that's just enough for him. Clearly, from what we've seen, what Nate craves most, is validation. He assumes living this high-profile, high-status life will give him that validation, but it's just not enough.

Because on the other hand, what we've seen from Nate's interactions with his parents and with Ted, what Nate truly craves is validation from the people who he admires, loves, and respects the most. He craves validation from people he looks up to, and I think that the scene with Jade and the baklava shows that, in comparison to Anastasia, Nate doesn't actually look up to or respect the people he's currently surrounded by. And honestly, I hope that Nate realizes this soon, for his own benefit.

But I agree there’s a lot to it about race and the general stereotype of customer service in general, throughout the whole show. Like Jade’s entire existence has been pretty … unreadable? Like we take a look at how the episode ended and I feel like I can retroactively be like “Oh I guess I can see maybe what the writers were trying to do here.” But realistically there’s not much continuity in how Jade seems to be presented during her job.

I can’t tell if her role is to try and humble Nate or something, but if so, why must it be a white hostess at a run-of-the-mill Greek restaurant in South London? Like she’s just so oddly rude to Nate, and listen I understand having an off day or long day, but she’s aloof and cold to Nate every time he comes in. IIRC, we don’t see her interact with any other customers enough to tell if she’s like this with all of them or just with Nate (I’m happy to stand corrected on this one). Even if it’s just Jade being unimpressed with Nate trying to flex his famous associations or his own high-profile job title, she doesn’t have to be so dismissive and get his name wrong on purpose (even when Nate continuously remembers hers and refers to her by her correct name), it’s bothersome for sure.

Also re: my point about Keeley being the one person to kind of hint to Nate that he wouldn’t like fame as much as he thinks he would? Like why is it that the two characters who ever really seem to side-eye Nate’s intentions are Keeley and Jade? Because that’s putting just as much pressure on them to get through to Nate as women, as it is on Nate as a man of color whose understanding of himself seems to be shifted onto the white women around him.

I’m hoping that this season sees Nate shaping up on his own, and having him remember the empathy of someone who was always kind of standoffish and unsympathetic toward him. That he can use this moment of kindness from Jade to reflect on his own relationships with others around him. Because in a way, the sharing of the baklava was the closest to an apology that we see Nate get from anyone in the series. I hope it was the fact that Jade overheard Nate talking the food and the restaurant up and totally altered her preconceived ideas of Nate, apologizing with a place of baklava.

#that was a long winded reply and i'm not sure if all of it was directly related to your ask haha oops #but thank you for pointing the Nate and Jade dynamic! #there's something about it that i can't tell if it's weird or compelling #ted lasso #nate shelley #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso meta

[saintmeghanmarkle]

I know it's thought the Daily Mail is all Pro-Sussex all the time... by u/Chasmosaur

I know it's thought the Daily Mail is all Pro-Sussex all the time... ...but they do still get some jabs in. With the lawsuit still fresh in their mind and on the balance sheets, they can't be quite as obvious, so finding different angles becomes necessary.From Richard Eden yesterday:April 11, 2024, Daily Mail: Make them the Earl and Countess of Bucklebury! Why Carole and Michael Middleton deserve their own titles for their heroic support of William and Kate [ Archive | Original ]I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact Doria Ragland has been making the reality TV celebrity circuit of late...Excerpt:William’s ability to carry on undertaking royal duties - while his father is also fighting the disease - is testament to the support the Middletons are providing. It’s becoming clear, in fact, that Catherine’s parents are just as important to the future of the Monarchy as the Windsors themselves – and, I believe, deserve some formal recognition for their work. Their active support gave William the confidence to continue with royal engagements on his own before Easter, for example, and he will do so again when the children return to Lambrook School next week.​...or to highlight that Catherine does not have siblings going on reality TV to gossip about her, or simply flat-out suing her.William’s increasing reliance on his in-laws is a natural development. Part of Catherine’s appeal was always the strength of her family relationships, with her parents and also with siblings, Pippa Matthews, 40, and James Middleton, 36.​The whole underlying current of the fact they deserve titles for quietly supporting the monarchy by actually supporting the family is just the icing on the cake.As Catherine takes time out to overcome her health problems, the magnitude of the role they play has never been so clear. And that’s why I believe it’s time that Carole and Michael – she a former air hostess and he a one-time flight dispatcher - should be given titles reflecting their importance. As their friend, the tycoon Sir John Madejski, said to me a full decade ago: ‘They should be the Earl and Countess of Bucklebury, or something. ‘They deserve it. They are great people and really good role models.’ Who could disagree with that? post link: https://ift.tt/a7SWrC8 author: Chasmosaur submitted: April 12, 2024 at 05:01PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

#SaintMeghanMarkle #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #fucking grifters #Worldwide Privacy Tour #Instagram loving bitch wife #Backgrid #voetsek meghan #walmart wallis #markled #archewell #archewell foundation #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duke of sussex #duchess of sussex #doria ragland #rent a royal #clevr #clevr blends #lemonada media #archetypes with meghan #invictus #invictus games #Sussex #WAAAGH #american riviera orchard #Chasmosaur

[kaia-grbr]

Life has been somewhat of a whirlwind for the model over the last couple of weeks. Her schedule was jam packed with photo shoots for upcoming campaigns along with the premiere of Palm Royale and the press that went along with it. The brunette felt quite relieved to have a casual night at her place. And Harry’s company made it all the better. Was there an added perk to spending time with the Brit now? Yes. What's not to like about this new arrangement?

As per typical Kaia, she played the hostess role well and already had wine glasses, the opener and a few of their favorite snacks laid out on the coffee table. The femme was dressed casually in a pair of comfy pants and a baby tee. Hearing the door bell, she scooted Milo aside, the small white dog anxiously awaiting company as she opened the door. "hey you. come in," with a nod of her head she ushered him into the house. "and i hope that you've already sorted out what you're making for breakfast." there. see. a new little tradition. to help prove that it wasn't....weird. @adcresyou

#.f2f.

[rockislandadultreads]

Book Recommendations: Wayward Women in Literature

Bunny by Mona Awad

Samantha Heather Mackey couldn't be more of an outsider in her small, highly selective MFA program at New England's Warren University. A scholarship student who prefers the company of her dark imagination to that of most people, she is utterly repelled by the rest of her fiction writing cohort--a clique of unbearably twee rich girls who call each other "Bunny," and seem to move and speak as one.

But everything changes when Samantha receives an invitation to the Bunnies' fabled "Smut Salon," and finds herself inexplicably drawn to their front door--ditching her only friend, Ava, in the process. As Samantha plunges deeper and deeper into the Bunnies' sinister yet saccharine world, beginning to take part in the ritualistic off-campus "Workshop" where they conjure their monstrous creations, the edges of reality begin to blur. Soon, her friendships with Ava and the Bunnies will be brought into deadly collision.

My Sister, The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite

When Korede's dinner is interrupted one night by a distress call from her sister, Ayoola, she knows what's expected of her: bleach, rubber gloves, nerves of steel and a strong stomach. This'll be the third boyfriend Ayoola's dispatched in, quote, self-defence and the third mess that her lethal little sibling has left Korede to clear away. She should probably go to the police for the good of the menfolk of Nigeria, but she loves her sister and, as they say, family always comes first. Until, that is, Ayoola starts dating the doctor where Korede works as a nurse. Korede's long been in love with him, and isn't prepared to see him wind up with a knife in his back: but to save one would mean sacrificing the other...

Happy Hour by Marlowe Granados

Refreshing and wry in equal measure, Happy Hour is an intoxicating novel of youth well spent. Isa Epley is all of twenty-one years old, and already wise enough to understand that the purpose of life is the pursuit of pleasure. After a sojourn across the pond, she arrives in New York City for a summer of adventure with her best friend, one newly blond Gala Novak. They have little money, but that’s hardly going to stop them from having a good time.

In her diary, Isa describes a sweltering summer in the glittering city. By day, the girls sell clothes in a market stall, pinching pennies for their Bed-Stuy sublet and bodega lunches. By night, they weave from Brooklyn to the Upper East Side to the Hamptons among a rotating cast of celebrities, artists, Internet entrepreneurs, stuffy intellectuals, and bad-mannered grifters. Money runs ever tighter and the strain tests their friendship as they try to convert their social capital into something more lasting than their precarious gigs as au pairs, nightclub hostesses, paid audience members, and aspiring foot fetish models. Through it all, Isa’s bold, beguiling voice captures the precise thrill of cultivating a life of glamour and intrigue as she juggles paying her dues with skipping out on the bill.

Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh

The Christmas season offers little cheer for Eileen Dunlop, an unassuming yet disturbed young woman trapped between her role as her alcoholic father’s caretaker in a home whose squalor is the talk of the neighborhood and a day job as a secretary at the boys’ prison, filled with its own quotidian horrors. Consumed by resentment and self-loathing, Eileen tempers her dreary days with perverse fantasies and dreams of escaping to the big city. In the meantime, she fills her nights and weekends with shoplifting, stalking a buff prison guard named Randy, and cleaning up her increasingly deranged father’s messes. When the bright, beautiful, and cheery Rebecca Saint John arrives on the scene as the new counselor at Moorehead, Eileen is enchanted and proves unable to resist what appears at first to be a miraculously budding friendship. In a Hitchcockian twist, her affection for Rebecca ultimately pulls her into complicity in a crime that surpasses her wildest imaginings.

#fiction #thriller #mystery thriller #strong female protagonist #Library Books #Reading Recs #reading recommendations #Book Recommendations #book recs #TBR pile #tbrpile #tbr #to read #Want To Read #Booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

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Dr. Ro: "For ages, dreams have been thought of as windows to another realm."

Dr. Ro: "Let me not mar that perfect dream by an auroral stain, but so adjust my daily night that it may come again."

Dictionary Keeper: "Emily Dickinson wrote that."

Chuck: "Who?"

[REDACTED]: *long groan*

Dictionary Keeper: *facepalms, flips through some books* "Here's one you might know..." *clears throat*

Dictionary Keeper: "There once was a man from Peru who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke with a fright in the middle of the night to find that his dream had come true."

(12:58 am, 1/10/2024)

^ I can FEEL their collective disappointment.

#source: spongebob squarepants #jackbox #incorrect jackbox quotes #jackbox games #incorrect quotes #trivia murder party #redacted #tmp #[redacted] #dixie #dictionary keeper #dictionarium #dictionarium hostess #captain chuck #chuck hule #joke boat #dr ro #role models hostess #role models

[mercurygray]

@shoshiwrites really just handed me 'single dad falls in love with his daughter's ballet teacher' and then didn't think I would do anything with it.

He wasn't really sure what you wore to the ballet.

It wasn't really a ballet, at least in the formal sense, just a technical rehearsal for the local company, but for six year olds there really wasn't a difference, so out came a collared shirt and a sweater, and a party dress for the six year old, and the sparkly mary-janes that Annie had bought because 'everyone ought to have a pair.'

Emily had been so happy when they'd learned they were having a daughter - bought the little pink shoes, and the hairbows, and the Angelina Ballerina book even though everyone had reminded her it would be a long time before the baby was old enough for books with sentences. It was a foregone conclusion that Olivia would be signed up for ballet classes when she was old enough - even if Emily wasn't there to bring her when the day finally came.

Your mom would be so much better at this, Dick thought to himself, realizing, with a pang, that Olivia's braids were crooked or her hair tie was falling out or her leotard was on backwards.

He didn't like being bad at things, particularly when being bad meant all the other moms gave him pitying looks and sweet smiles and told him how wonderful it was that he was trying so hard.

(He told Harry and Kitty about this, once - Kitty laughed over her rosé and told him it wasn't just pity.)

They were out in force today, the mothers, all dolled up for thier afternoon mother-daughter dates - and, here he was, in cashmere and khakis, feeling out of place. (And again, the smiles - god save him from the smiles.)

They'd gone to lunch, beforehand, at thier favorite Italian restaurant. Olivia had played at being very grown-up, and had asked for a candle because, she said, very seriously, that 'they were on a date.' The hostess had taken them very seriously and had not only brought the candle but tirumisu for dessert. Dick remembered wiping whipped cream off Emily's nose and tried not to cry.

She was always going to have options. They'd decided that early. She was going to have dolls and trucks and dinosaurs and wear whatever colors she wanted and they would sign her up for soccer and for dance and she could keep whichever one she liked better. And Olivia just kept loving everything. Just like your mom, Dick would think to himself.

"Do you remember what your teacher said about best behavior today?" Dick asked, the flowers in his lap crinkling in their plastic.

Olivia nodded. "She said we should be really quiet, and we shouldn't clap until the very end, when the music ends. And she can't wave to us, but she can meet us afterwards. And we have to sit still through the whole thing, even though she has a solo."

Dick nodded. "You did a very good job of listening to Miss Joan."

Olivia preened, pleased to be good at following rules. (If anyone doubts you're my kid, there it is.) The lights dimmed, and a voice from above reminded everyone to take their seats, and Olivia bounced a few times in her chair before Dick laid a hand on her arm and reminded her that ballerinas were always very good at being still.

Kitty had helped him find the studio - one of the other teachers at her school had a roommate who worked there and had the fives and sixes classes, and was said to be really good. A real ballerina, Olivia had said, on the first day of class, practically skipping out of the studio. "We got to see pictures of her in her tutu and everything!"

A real ballerina, indeed - attached to the local company, teaching classes on the side to make a little extra cash, and more than happy to provide a little outing for her students when it came time for the annual fundraising performance. She was kind like that, Miss Joan. As teachers went he counted himself lucky that Olivia had a nice role model to put up alongside Annie and Kitty and Emily's sisters - women who went out and did things, like Emily did.

The lights went down, and the six year olds quieted, and the music started, and Dick took a deep breath and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. The whole performance was a series of vignettes from different dancers - an ensemble piece from Coppelia, a more modern thing in blacks and blues and moody lighting - and Miss Joan's solo, of course.

Ballet, where the women were always princesses and the dresses always sparkled - at least in the version you gave to six year olds, usually just The Nutcracker and maybe Swan Lake, if you didn't actually tell them the whole story. What is Miss Joan dancing today? Juliet, was the reply. She's from a play by Shakespin - Shookspea - Shakespeare. She has a really pretty blue dress, but she's not a princess so she doesn't get a tiara.

Listen, the tiara was important stuff, when you were six.

But then the music started, and she came out onstage, and he was…overcome.

There wasn't anything particularly sexy about how one showed up to ballet class - just black leotards and leg warmers and slip-on shoes, and a smile that wouldn't quit. But to see her onstage in glitter and gossamer, capering and smiling like a girl at her first party, shy and unaware of her own charm was…something else. And it wasn't just…the line of her leg, or the length of her back, but…something else, something just out of reach. Where's Romeo, Dick wondered. Can we hold him offstage so Juliet never dies?

But then the music ended, and the dream did too, and Dick found himself clapping as loudly as the rest of them, the flowers in his lap falling to the floor. (He remembered where he was, and picked them up again - Miss Joan didn't deserve crushed flowers.)

The girls were a giggling, electric mess after the performance, romping around the lobby trying to do pirouettes they'd never been taught to do and humming along nonsensically to music they couldn't quite remember. Dick stood back from the group of moms and scrolled through his phone, glancing up every now and again to make sure no one had started to climb a chandelier.

The dancing gave way to a circle, which gave way to a game of Red Rover, and finally - finally! the woman of the hour appeared, and the children flocked to her like magnets, bouncing and shouting and all talking at once. Dick hung back, waiting until everyone else had had a turn before calling his daughter's name so she could come and stand by him.

"Did you forget something?" Dick asked, gesturing with the flowers. Olivia clapped her hands and grabbed the bouquet, presenting it to Miss Joan with a flourish.

"Oh, thank you, Olivia. These are lovely."

"Daddy helped me pick them out. He said girls always like roses."

Dick felt himself blush, never wanting to be outside a conversation more - or away from someone's gaze. "Well, he's not wrong," Joan said with a smile that was clearly meant for the both of them. "Thank you for bringing her. I'm sure Saturdays are very busy."

"We went on a date!" Olivia announced proudly.

"Were you going to tell Miss Joan something else?" Dick asked pointedly, feeling himself blush again under the mortifying idea that it had been three years since he'd been on anything resembling a date. Olivia looked at him like he'd asked her to speak in Greek. He mouthed "her dress" in a stage whisper until she realized what he meant.

"I think your dress is really pretty!"

Her smile could have lit up the stage. "I think your dress is really pretty, too, Olivia," she said. "We should take a picture, and your dad can send it to me."

He took several, Joan striking a pose that Olivia could copy, his daughter positively radiant with delight. "Please do send them," she said, reviewing them on his phone. "Let me give you my number."

Her number! You sly dog! He could almost hear Lewis crowing somewhere. Focus, Dick. Focus. She's Olivia's teacher. I'm sure there's something unethical here.

#ballet au #i have written a thing #fun with dick and joan #single parent au #mercurygraypresents

[fabiansociety]

the dating substories in judgment are… well, the nanami relationship is mostly better than the hostess dating in kiryu's games, but again we're treating these relationships as functionally over once you start dating, and that's such a sad, weird trope in videogames. there's so seldom an arc to a relationship, even one so basic as boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back again, and while both of the two quasi-relationships i've seen so far kiiiiiiiind of go through that, they both resolve after one or two actual dates. you can invite the women you've "committed" to out on other dates, but it's just playing darts or taking them to the drone races and there's no actual further progression. even the woman whose whole story is about how untrusting she is because her previous partner cheated on her gets no follow up when you start dating someone else. there's zero interest in the frictions and challenges of an ongoing relationship, and that makes the whole thing feel much shallower than i think it's intended to be, much more juvenile. i appreciate that the game doesn't ask you to fix the other person — nanami's issue is informed by her previous trauma, but you don't heal her from that with your protagonistness so much as have to apologize for not treating it with the appropriate amount of respect — but man it would have been nicer to give them ongoing roles over the rest of the game. write some breakups that aren't failstates or a player choice! have exes become friends instead!

video games have been modeling dating for more than thirty years at this point, and it's dispiriting how this is still the dominant model. baldur's gate 2 did more with its dating, and that game came out in 2001 and was written in excel!

#yakuza #like a dragon #judgment #yagami takayuki #nanami #baldur's gate #not that BG2 did great #but it was at least trying #also why wasn't yukko a dateable option #i want to go party with the loud theater kid rgg

[gawart]

Hello everyone,

Today, I wanted to take a moment to talk about the beautiful and iconic figure of the geisha. Geisha, also known as geiko or geigi, are traditional Japanese female entertainers who act as hostesses and whose skills include performing various Japanese arts such as classical music, dance, games, and conversation.

Geisha have a rich history dating back to the 18th century, where they were highly respected and sought after by Japanese aristocracy and wealthy merchants. The geisha tradition has survived until today, although the number of active geisha has dwindled over the years.

One of the things that make geisha so captivating is their iconic appearance. Their strikingly beautiful makeup, elaborate hairstyles, and colorful kimonos make them instantly recognizable. As a language model, I cannot wear makeup or dress up, but I can share with you a beautiful line art of a geisha to inspire your creativity!

[line art of geisha]

But geisha are more than just their appearance. They are highly skilled artists and conversationalists, who train for years to perfect their craft. They are also ambassadors of Japanese culture, preserving traditional arts and customs through their performances and interactions with guests.

Sadly, the geisha profession is often misunderstood or misrepresented in Western media. It is important to recognize and respect the geisha tradition and the hard work and dedication that goes into becoming a geisha.

I hope this post has given you a better appreciation for the geisha and their role in Japanese culture. And if you ever have the opportunity to see a geisha performance or meet a geisha in person, I highly recommend taking advantage of the opportunity.

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[barkingbonzo]

Elaine Stewart 1956

Elaine Stewart (born Elsy Henrietta Maria Steinberg May 31, 1930 – June 27, 2011) was an American actress and model.

Stewart was born in Montclair, New Jersey, the daughter of Hedwig (Haenssler) and Ulrich E. Steinberg. She was one of five children born to Jewish immigrants. Her father was a police sergeant.

She was a teenager when she signed a contract with the Conover modeling agency and changed her name. Soon after, the movie producer Hal Wallis offered her $200 a week to play a nurse in the Dean Martin-Jerry Lewis comedy Sailor Beware.

Stewart beat out hundreds of young models in 1952 to earn a photo layout in See Magazine, winning the title of “Miss See.”

Stewart was a Democrat who was supportive of Adlai Stevenson's campaign during the 1952 presidential election. Elaine Stewart in 1955

In 1961, she married actor Bill Carter. They divorced in 1964, and she married television producer Merrill Heatter on December 31, 1964. They had a son, Stewart, and a daughter, Gabrielle.

Stewart had a supporting role in The Bad and the Beautiful (1952), as Lila, a starlet who has a romantic fling with a producer played by Kirk Douglas. She was featured as Julie, the love interest of Sgt Ryan, played by Richard Widmark, in Take the High Ground! (1953) and co-starred with Mickey Rooney in a 1953 comedy, A Slight Case of Larceny.

She appeared in other films, such as Brigadoon, Night Passage, Code Two, The Rise and Fall of Legs Diamond, and The Adventures of Hajji Baba. Stewart had a small but key role, as Anne Boleyn, in 1953's Young Bess. She co-starred with Jeff Chandler in the film noir The Tattered Dress (1957), with Victor Mature in the western Escort West (1958) and shared top billing with John Derek in a 1958 adventure film, High Hell, before turning to television.

Stewart guest-starred in TV series such as Bat Masterson and Burke's Law, both starring Gene Barry. In her last acting appearance on TV, she played Irene Grey in the Perry Mason episode "The Case of the Capering Camera" in 1964. Stewart was a co-hostess on two 1970s game shows, Gambit with Wink Martindale  and the nighttime edition of High Rollers with Alex Trebek, both produced by her husband, Merrill Heatter.

#Elaine Stewart #1956 #SMOKING #PORTRAIT

[recentlyheardcom]

RYDER CUP fans have been left distracted by Melissa Satta’s bold outfit as she kicked off the competition’s opening ceremony in Rome. Satta stepped up to the podium to present the coverage of the opening ceremony ahead of the tournament teeing off tomorrow. 7Ryder Cup fans have been distracted by Melissa Satta’s bold outfitCredit: PA 7She wore an oversized suit as she hosted the opening ceremonyCredit: Getty 7Satta is a model, but has recently started doing television presentingCredit: Getty 7She is dating tennis ace Matteo BerrettiniCredit: Getty Ryder Cup 2023 LIVE: All the latest scores from huge contest in Rome She sported an oversized white pant suit that fans pointed out looked as though it was slightly too large for her. The Italian model and singer has recently made the career switch to presenting and was chosen to lead Team Europe and Team USA into this weekend’s action. And her new role and bold outfit choice left Ryder Cup fans confused and distracted from the ceremony. One fan wrote: “I’m p*****g myself while watching the Ryder Cup opening ceremony because the host is Melissa Satta. Totally random!” Whilst a second joked that her outfit was so big for her that she must’ve borrowed it from her boyfriend, tennis star Matteo Berrettini. They said: “Melissa Satta is the presenter of the Ryder Cup. It’s clear that her outfit is from Matteo Berrettini.” Others thought Satta did a fantastic job as host and lauded her for her presenting skills. One wrote: “Love this host of the Ryder Cup opening ceremony. Her enthusiasm for her beloved Italy hosting the event is awesome.” CASINO SPECIAL - BEST CASINO WELCOME OFFERS 7Satta and Berrettini have been dating since the start of the yearCredit: Getty And another added: “Well done Melissa Satta, excellent hostess!” The golf gets underway tomorrow with the two teams teeing off in Rome for the highly anticipated morning foursomes. The first Match will take place between Team Europe’s Jon Rahm and Tyrell Hatton and Team USA’s Scottie Scheffler and Sam Burns. Luke Donald’s Europeans will be hoping to reclaim the trophy come Sunday after 2021’s disappointment in the US. 7Team Europe donned their fanciest suits at the opening ceremonyCredit: Getty 7Jon Rahm and Tyrrell Hatton will tee off first for Team Europe tomorrow morningCredit: Sportsfile !function(f,b,e,v,n,t,s)if(f.fbq)return;n=f.fbq=function()n.callMethod? n.callMethod.apply(n,arguments):n.queue.push(arguments);if(!f._fbq)f._fbq=n; n.push=n;n.loaded=!0;n.version='2.0';n.queue=[];t=b.createElement(e);t.async=!0; t.src=v;s=b.getElementsByTagName(e)[0];s.parentNode.insertBefore(t,s)(window, document,'script','https://connect.facebook.net/en_US/fbevents.js'); fbq('init', '752905198150451'); fbq('track', "PageView");

[ayatiijaz]

Foodie Adventures: Exploring the Local Cuisine Scene at Chennai

A restaurant is a business that prepares and serves food and drinks to customers. It is a place where people go to enjoy a meal, socialize, and have a dining experience. Restaurants vary widely in appearance and offerings, including a wide variety of cuisines and service models ranging from inexpensive fast food restaurants and cafeterias, to mid-priced family restaurants, to high-priced luxury establishments.

Here are some key aspects and concepts related to restaurants:

Cuisine and Menu: Restaurants often specialize in specific types of cuisine, such as Italian, Chinese, Mexican, or fine dining. The menu typically lists the dishes and beverages offered, along with prices.

Restaurant Types: Different types of restaurants include fast food, casual dining, fine dining, cafes, food trucks, buffets, and more. The type of restaurant determines the level of formality and pricing.

Service Styles: Restaurants may offer different service styles, such as table service (waitstaff), counter service (ordering at a counter), or self-service (buffets or fast food).

Ambiance and Decor: The interior design, lighting, and overall ambiance of a restaurant contribute to the dining experience. Fine dining establishments often have elegant decor, while casual restaurants may have a more relaxed atmosphere.

Kitchen and Chef: The kitchen is where food is prepared, and the chef or culinary team plays a crucial role in creating the menu and ensuring the quality of dishes.

Staff: Restaurant staff include servers, cooks, hosts/hostesses, bartenders, and managers. They ensure smooth operations and provide customer service.

Restaurant Management: Managing a restaurant involves overseeing daily operations, budgeting, staffing, inventory management, and marketing.

Customer Experience: Restaurants focus on providing a positive customer experience, including prompt service, food quality, cleanliness, and ambiance.

Menu Development: Creating a menu involves selecting dishes, pricing, and ensuring a balanced variety of options to appeal to different tastes.

Marketing and Promotion: Restaurants use various marketing strategies, such as advertising, social media, and promotions, to attract and retain customers.

Health and Safety: Restaurants must adhere to health and safety regulations to ensure food safety and cleanliness.

Technology: Many restaurants use technology for online reservations, ordering, and delivery services. Point-of-sale (POS) systems help manage transactions.

Sustainability: Some restaurants focus on sustainable practices, such as sourcing local ingredients, reducing food waste, and environmentally friendly operations.

Special Events: Restaurants often host special events, such as wine tastings, themed dinners, and holiday celebrations, to attract customers.

Customer Reviews: Online reviews and ratings on platforms like Yelp and TripAdvisor can significantly impact a restaurant's reputation.

Trends: The restaurant industry is dynamic, with trends like farm-to-table dining, fusion cuisine, and dietary preferences (e.g., vegetarian, vegan) influencing menu choices.

Restaurants are an integral part of the hospitality and culinary industry, offering a wide range of dining experiences to cater to diverse tastes and preferences.

#veg restaurant #veg recipes #restaurant #chennai #india