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Last night Sheila and I went to a seafood place. For a cheeseburger.

Coastal Seafoods in Minneapolis is a fresh seafood market. It's a neat little place. When @littlerunnergurl visited us years ago she and I shopped there for ingredients of a seafood stew LRG made for us.

There's a small counter for hot food in back. Two four-tops and a small row of bars stools next to a cold window is the complete dining room. A Facebook page devoted to smashburgers had mentioned this place's burger recently. That's what got us over there.

We ordered one Coastal Burger. "Two 4oz Wagyu Beef Patties, Caramalized Onion Jam, Pickles, American Cheese, & Dijon Mayo on Toasted Brioche!" (images from the Coastal Foods website)

I also ordered the wonderful looking Connecticut Style Lobster Roll. "Warm Lobster & Seasoned Butter on a Toasted Tom Cat Bakery Roll"

The cook cut them in half so Sheila and I could try some of each. Both were fantastic. We didn't order French fries or any sides. The older I get the wiser I am about not ordering too much food. For sure if there had been a serving of fries in front of me I wouldn't have left until the plate was clean. As it was, we walked out feeling satisfied yet not needing to adjust the car seats back so we could fit in the Subaru.

I'd been wanting to see some dive bars. A block away is the Fraternal Order of Eagles #34. It's an appropriately dimly lit place where most of the customers seemed to know each other. We didn't order food, but I almost did just to purchase a cheeseburger for under ten bucks, a rare thing these days.

The bartender was friendly. She knew what to pour for people a few times without asking. I chuckled when she asked us if we'd be okay for a bit unattended when she went outside for a quick smoke.

It's located at the intersection of two similarly named streets. When I was a kid it was mind-blowing when I saw Minneapolis street signs with the same numbers. Sure, the Av and St make a difference, but it still seemed like division by zero to someone not yet accustomed to how cities named numbered east/west and north/south roads. Similarly, I was amazed when my dad pointed out the named streets in some places were in freaking alphabetical order.

After a bottle of beer (and a sunset) we drove south a short distance through the cold and dark night to the Schooner Tavern. It too is at an intersection of numbered streets.

It was a bit louder, but no less dimly lit, than the previous place. The two bartenders were very friendly. Sheila and I again sat at the bar for one beer.

We listened to conversations around us. It was only 5:30 PM but some folks appeared to have started the evening early. A frazzled looking guy (who was probably 15 years younger than he actually appeared) must have gotten the happy hour special on "fucks" which seem to have been a 20-for-1 deal. Whew, I got tired of hearing that word used as noun, verb, adjective, preposition, pronoun, article, and adverb.

The bottles behind the bar appeared to glow. If the bar had been quieter maybe I would have heard them hum.

Sometimes I want of those tiny Red Bull refrigerators with the glass door (as seen in the left side of this picture I took). Sheila doesn't think it would look appropriate on our coffee table no matter how well it fit. People would probably trip over the power cord she also claims. I still want one though.

We still enjoyed the atmosphere while we had one beer. After that we headed to the brewery by our house. It's at the intersection of one named and one numbered street, more to the sensibilities of my suburban mind.

We met up with one couple we know and another couple who were on a second date. The guy is a regular, the woman is new to that crowd. At first she seemed like she wanted to move to a private table. Soon though she warmed up to us, and the six of us had a great conversation.

I'm going to start looking up some more dive bars for another weekend.

#dive bars #numbered streets

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nightfood, bang chan

nightfood ˈnīt 'füd

noun noun: nightfood; plural noun: nightfood

a night meal, typically a greasy or unhealthy one. one is typically extremely intoxicated when consuming night food.

“we have to get nightfood after the club.”

origin: i just made it the fuck up.

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word count: 8.3k warnings: original character (she/her - afab - long, dark hair), mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, strong language, not edited even a little bit.

i was just gonna write down an idea i had, and seven hours later i had accidentally written the whole thing, idk this is stupid and came to me in a fever dream i had without having a fever :)

Cast,

Mila 24, adventurous drunk. Favorite nightfood includes gyros and tandoori baguettes.

Chan 25, borderline sloppy drunk. Favorite nightfood includes fried chicken and an obnoxious amount of orange soda.

Changbin 23, dancing and giddy drunk. Favorite nightfood includes sweet potato fries and chilli mayo.

Jisung 22, gotta peel him off the walls typa dunk. Favorite nightfood includes pizza with questionable toppings.

Lights were flashing, the intense beat of the music shaking the floor under the feet of the people on the dance floor. The venue was packed full of people wanting to enjoy the event of the night; a DJ from out of town. Raving and hyping each other up, going absolutely crazy on the floor was something Mila had gotten used to by now, as the DJ was at the club once a month, and she happened to work there.

On her side of the bar, the energy was a bit different. Just like the drunken crowd, her heartbeat was high and sweat was beading around her hairline, but unlike the partiers, she was rushing and stressing enough for her entire head of hair to turn grey.

“Six tequila shots and a beer!” "Absolutely not, I’m cutting you off."

“Jack and coke!” "Did I say it was your turn to order?"

“Can you make me a custom drink?” "I would love to say yes if there weren’t a hundred and fifty other people in line right now. NEXT!"

Holding three glasses in one hand, she made the vodka-redbulls that had been ordered within twelve seconds, all while taking the next order. Grabbing two bottles by their neck, she filled shot glasses upon shot glasses, handing them out to the patrons.

On the other side of the club, a three member group entered, looking around at the scene ahead of them. Chan, Jisung and Changbin had heard about tonight's event and decided to stop by to check out the energy. The club they found themselves at wasn’t usually their go-to as it was a bit of a distance from the city center, but going once in a while didn’t mind them. Without as much as talking between themselves, they beelined for the bar, as that was what they always did when they entered a club. Drink first, dancing and other shenanigans second. Chan lead the way, despite him most likely not getting anything at the bar. He usually opted for a soft drink or just some water as he didn’t love the taste of alcohol.

Not after long, they were the next in line, keeping their attention on the barkeep so they would be ready to order when they were next. What they didn’t expect however, was for the bartender to be as skilled and efficient as she was. She was around their age, maybe closer to Chan than Jisung, but not far off; and they could all admit she was beautiful. Her dark hair was tied up, a few flyaways and baby hairs sticking to the back of her neck, and her skin had a slight shine, both probably due to sweat. The three boys were all in awe as she held six bottles of beer in her arms, uncapping them at the speed of light with her bar-blade and placing them in the iced bucket on the bar. The guest in front of them took the bucket and left, leaving them to order next.

“What can I get you boys?” She asked. She didn’t smile, but she wasn’t by any means mean mugging them. She was tired from the hectic workload, and that much they could respect.

“Two vodka-redbulls please.” Jisung ordered for him and Changbin, tapping his card on the terminal when the bartender let him know it was ready for him. In record time, she had grabbed to glasses, filled them with the correct amount of alcohol, iced them, and topped them with the energy-drink of choice. Changbin grabbed the glasses as she handed them over, and they left the bar as soon as they could, not wanting to be in the way of the next patron. What the two boys didn’t expect, was for the next patron to be Chan.

“Trouble you for a GT?” He ordered, the girl in the bar nodding as she made the drink while putting his order into her machine to let him pay. Jisung raised an eyebrow and looked over to Changbin who seemed to be equally confused. Chan then stepped over to them with his drink in hand, and together they found a table.

“So you drinking tonight?” Changbin stated the obvious, waiting for Chan to explain himself. It wasn’t that he wasn’t allowed, but he usually gave the boys a heads up if he was gonna end up drinking. Chan returned a sheepish smile and took a sip of his drink, grimacing as he did so. “Not gonna lie to you boys, the bartender got me all turned around. I guess I just wanted to talk to her.” He admitted, then adding on that his drink of choice wasn’t the greatest. If you don’t like the taste of alcohol, you don’t usually order a gin and tonic.

The two other just chuckled at him, cheers-ed, and then got to partying.

After a solid ninety-minute rush, the bar finally quieted down a little bit. There were now few enough guests that Mila no longer had to rush at a million miles per hour, and rather could actually enjoy her work. So when a couple of girls ordered pornstar martinis, she decided to have a bit of fun with it. Instead of just grabbing the bottle and pouring the vodka into her shaker, she flipped the bottle and caught it with her bottom shaker tin, letting the right amount of alcohol pour out before she grabbed it and put it back in her speedrail. Flair had always been something she loved, both because it was fun and cool, and also because you could get insane tips from it. She continued on like this until the drinks had been strained and presented with a shot of champagne on the side.

“Wow,” it came from the next person in line when the two girls left with their drinks. Mila looked at him and recognised him as the gin and tonic guy. “Impressive.” She thanked him with a smile, then asked what she could get him. “Anything that means you can throw more bottles. Also two more vodka-redbulls for my friends, please.” He grinned, to which she returned the grimace. She entered the drinks in her system so he could pay, and then started the drink. A lynchburg lemonade was an easy flair, so Mila got to work. All while Chan stood there amazed at her actions, asking her a few questions about how long she had been doing this, etc.

“These are for you. Enjoy!” She smiled at him as she placed the three drinks in front of him. He gave her a quick thanks and a dimpled smile. Mila had to admit it was pretty cute, and internally wished he would come back to her section of the bar. It was a nightclub after all, so she was by no means the only bartender there, so it wouldn’t surprise her if they went to one of her coworkers and she never saw him again.

Her worries didn’t last for long though, as he was soon back, ordering more drinks. The brunette boy had only been served two drinks as far as she was concerned, and he didn’t seem drunk by far, but he did have a slight flush to his pale cheeks. More drinks were ordered, more drinks were made, and he was on his merry way. About ten or eleven visits from the guy, and two hours later, Mila could tell he had had enough to drink. He was slurring his words and it seemed his eyes wouldn’t fully open. It must have gotten to him all at once, cause it wasn’t that long ago he was standing in front of her cracking jokes and being all charming, making playful comments about taking her out for dinner.

“Two long island ice teas please.” He managed to get out trying to tap his card on the terminal before he was even done talking. Milas eyebrows pulled together in a concerned expression, tilting her head slightly. ”I’m sorry, sweetheart. How about a glass of water instead?” She offered, trying to defer him away from ordering more alcohol. He squinted at her, looking like he was thinking about the world's most existential question before he gave her a short nod. While she grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with ice and water, he started to sway gently back and forth, having to hold onto the bar to stop. She gave him the water and asked him to stay at the bar while he drank it. He did as he was asked and stayed put while he sipped the cold drink. Without leaving her position, Mila managed to wave over one of the runners on the floor, asking her to go grab the two guys she pointed at. Mila remembered them as this guys friends, so thought maybe they could be of assistance.

The two boys were soon over at the bar with their buddy, smiling at the bartender. ”You came with him, right?” She asked, to which they confirmed her suspicions. ”Yeah, why? Did he do something?” The shorter one of the two asked, Mila quickly shaking her head no, making sure that they knew their friend hadn’t caused any trouble. Yet, at least.

“No, but to be frank, he is probably going to be escorted out by security soon considering the level of intoxicated he is. So I was just going to suggest you maybe got him safely home?” She tried to come across as caring and as kindly as she could. She actually did care, but she also knew that drunk people have a tendency to take things the wrong way if you’re not crystal clear. The two boys then switched their attention from Mila to their friend, analysing his state. It didn’t take long for them to also see that he was much too drunk.

“Oh shit, yeah. You’re totally right. Thank you so much for letting us know, and have a great rest of your evening!” One of them told her and wrapped his arm over the drunk boys shoulder, leading him out of the club.

Once Jisung and Changbin had finally managed to get the very drunk Chan out of the venue and out into the cold air, Jisung let go of his grip around Chans shoulders. Chan stumbled a bit, almost falling onto the pavement, but caught himself last minute. “Why did we leave? I wanted more drinking of the alcohol!” He drunkenly whined, dragging out most of the words as he slurred. The two less intoxicated boys chuckled at their friend as they all started walking.

“They were closing. We had to leave.” Jisung replied, lying his ass off, just so Chan would stop pouting. This worked like a charm as Chan instantly understood and returned back to his overly happy and excited, drunk self. “Come now, let’s go get some nightfood from that deli we walked by earlier.”

Then they were on their way. The air was cool against their heated skin, warm from both the alcohol in their systems and from dancing for hours upon end. It was mid summer, so even though it was just around three thirty when they had gotten their nightfood and sat down in the empty parking lot outside the deli, the sun was slowly rising in the east.

That same sunrise held Mila company as she exited the bar after closing, making sure all the gates were locked before she walked away. It was a decent walk from her workplace to where she had parked her car, so she had plenty of time to watch the sky explode into a million different shades of orange, pink and red. After the fifteen minute walk, she got in her car and drove home with her windows down, enjoying the cool late night - early morning air. It had been an exhausting shift considering they had been two bartenders short, but she had made it out alive, and that was really all she asked. Tired feet dragged her from her car to her front door, but instead of inserting her keys into said door and letting herself in, she turned to face the sun and leaned against the door. A short minute of bright sunlight on her face was all she needed to feel rejuvenated from a shift like that.

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It had been three weeks since the boys had been clubbing, having to drag Chan out of the club before he made a fool of himself. Correction, more of a fool of himself. The morning after their outing, Chan had woken up on Changbins couch not only with a raging hangover, but also with the most embarrassing memories from the night prior. He didn’t remember all the details, but he did remember hitting violently on the bartender. He had no idea if he was actually being smooth about it or if he was acting like creep of the century, only increasing his embarrassment.

Even though the better half of a month had passed, Jisung and Changbin was still bullying the ever-loving daylights out of him for that particular night, especially since it was because of a girl. ”I really hope casanova over here doesn’t pull the same moves on some poor girl tonight.” Changbin chuckled as they were all sitting in Chan’s car, pulling into the destined neighbourhood.

They were on their way to a friends party, their first time out since the incident. Chan snorted at the comment, reminding his friend that he was driving anyway, so even if he wanted to - he wouldn’t be able to drink. “And honestly? Thank fuck for that.” Jisung added at last, unbuckling his seatbelt when they pulled up to the right house. They were a couple of hours late, so the party was already raging. The setting sun was illuminating the backyard of the host house in a stunning few shades of light, really setting the vibe as people were dancing on the glass-flooring that had been installed over the pool so they had more real estate to move around on, and also less of a drowning risk with this many drunks.

“I know we usually hit bar first when we get places, but I’m going to find Minho and say hi.” Jisung said, almost splitting away from the two others, but they soon agreed it was a good idea and joined him. It didn’t take long for them to find the party-host and greet him.

“Minho!” Changbin exclaimed and hugged his friend, Jisung and Chan following suit.

“Glad you guys could make it! Haven’t seen you in forever!” He spoke a bit loud to make sure they heard him over the music. They chatted for a few minutes, catching up before a few girls wanted Minho's attention. “Looks like I have to dip. But get your asses into the backyard and Mila will hook you up with some drinks!” He said before disappearing into the crowd. The boys did as they were told and made their way back outside. The sun had set by now, the yard being lit up with fairy-lights and torches. Jisung was the first back outside, followed by Changbin then Chan, as they all wouldn’t fit through the door at once. However, while Chan was still making his way outside, he heard Jisung absolutely lose his mind laughing, Changbin soon doing the same.

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys?” Chan gave them a look as if they were crazy, laughing at nothing. Neither of them were able to keep their composure long enough to explain their actions, but Changbin managed to point in the general direction of their amusement. Chan scanned the area of where his buddy had gestured, his heart soon dropping to the pit of his stomach. Over by the far end of the covered pool stood a makeshift bar, with a professional bartender behind it. “Are you kidding me?” Chan sighed as he looked at the girl he had so humiliatingly hit on a few weeks back.

Jisung and Changbin took a few minutes, but they finally sobered up enough to pat Chan on the back and make their way over to the bar. They greeted her, not really expecting her to remember them as she probably met thousands of customers every single weekend. But so wrong can you be.

“Hi boys, let me guess. Two vodka-redbulls for you guys, and should I just give you the bottle and a straw?” Mila chuckled as they had all fully approached the bar. She would never have said that if there were other people around, but right now it was only the three boys within earshot, so she took the opportunity to mock them a bit. Two of the boys broke out laughing, while the last one closed his eyes and smiled as a red tint appeared on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I had to. I’m Mila by the way.” She chuckled as she prepared the two vodka-redbulls that had been confirmed ordered.

“Nah, it’s fine. I absolutely had that coming. I’m Chan, that’s Jisung and Changbin.” Chan replied once he finally looked back up, mustering up the courage to look Mila in the eye. She let them know it was lovely to meet them and gave them their drinks. As it was an open bar, there was no need for them to pay for anything.

“So what can I get you?” Mila asked, adding pressure to the ‘you’, making it a conversation between only her and Chan. Jisung and Changbin took this as their cue to step back. Chan definitely noticed them backing away, but decided to not pay them any mind in case it made it awkward between him and the bartender.

“I’m driving, so I’ll just have a glass of water or something.” He admitted, honestly relieved that he wasn’t drinking.

“You know, just because you aren’t drinking doesn’t mean that I can’t make you a drink. If you’d like I can make you something alcohol-free.” Mila said and reached for her Boston-shaker. Chan accepted her offer, and soon she was at work. Grabbing different syrups and juices, she free-poured them into her tin with some ice and shook it up. After straining it into a glass over some fresh ice and topping it off with some liquid Chan honestly had no idea what was, she presented the yellow to red gradient drink.

Chan gladly grabbed the drink and took a sip. He then admitted to her that he was absolutely blown away at how good it was. She gave him a smile and a thank you while rinsing her shaker and placing it back on her station.

“I’ll go find the guys I came with, but I’ll probably see you later?” Chan said, slowly backing up while talking to her, the grass soft under his feet as he walked. She nodded and gave him yet a smile, then turned to the group of people that walked up to her, ready for drinks.

The night blew past in a blur as the guys danced around, talked to friends, and in general just had a blast. Before they knew it, the music had died down and people had started leaving. By now Jisung and Changbin was - not drunk, but very, very tipsy.

“Ready to go home, boys?” Chan asked as Jisung chugged the last of his drink. Much to anyone's surprise, the two of them nodded yes, instantly getting ready to leave. Changbin excused himself as he ran to use the restroom before they left, Jisung taking the opportunity to return his glass to the bar for easier cleanup. Chan walked with him, having an empty glass himself.

“Heeey Mila!” Jisung greeted when they arrived, the bartender packing away her kit and tools, most likely having brought everything with her. Chan didn’t exactly see Minho owning this extensive of a bar kit, completed with spill mats and fancy pour spouts matching the rest of the kit.

“Heeey Jisung!” She laughed as she matched his borderline drunk energy. She happily took the empty cups from them and placed them in a massive tray she had behind the bar, filled with dirty cups and glasses. “You guys on your way home?” She asked, continuing to wipe down her equipment and sorting it away into her bag.

“Yeah, ending the night on a high is probably a good idea.” Chan said and chuckled, sort of hinting that he knew what happens if you don’t. Mila fully understood what he meant and chuckled with him. “You need a ride home?” He offered, suddenly realising that Minho lives in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and it had gotten so late that public transport no longer ran.

“That’s so kind of you! Thank you, but I drove here, so I’m good.” She smiled so big her eyes almost disappeared, really showing Chan how grateful she was that he asked. He couldn’t help but notice how pretty her smile was, her nose wrinkling slightly, the ghost of a dimple showing on her left cheek.

“Of course. Get home safe though.” Chan smiled back, starting to step away from the bar once he saw Changbin return from the restrooms. “See you around.” He finally added before turning away and dragging Jisung with him towards the car, meeting Changbin on the halfway there.

The three boys soon climbed into the car and off they went. The silence was a nice contrast to the loud music that had been blasting into their heads for the past few hours, especially since they now could talk at a normal volume and still be heard by whoever they were talking to.

“I’d call this evening a success, if I’m being honest with you.” Changbin spoke from the middle seat in the back as Jisung had called shotgun. The two boys had to agree, but they also agreed it was missing one thing.

“Where are we stopping for nightfood?”

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“Four beers, four fireball shots, four tequila shots. Chop chop.” The man in the bar demanded more than anything. Customers like these always gave Mila the ick, making her not want to serve them. But since she couldn’t refuse him service without a valid reason, she decided to just match his energy and be kind of an impatient dick.

“$87.29. Chop chop.” She replied in the same bored and unimpressed tone he had used, catching the man off guard. Mila then grabbed a servers tray and prepped all of his drinks, placing them on the tray. She handed him the tray without as much as a word, and instantly turned to the next costumer.

It was the last Saturday of the month, which meant the DJ was back from out of town, hosting his monthly event. It was easily the busiest night of the month for the nightclub, but for some reason this particular Saturday was calmer than usual. There were still a couple of hundred people in the venue, but not nearly as many drunkards as there usually was. Mila didn’t mind one bit, it most likely meaning she wouldn’t be absolutely shattered by the end of it, especially since she had to walk home after work. Her car was in the shop, and her ride had bailed about fifteen minutes after she got to work, making it a lot harder for her to find someone who could get her home.

“A woowoo coming right up!” She smiled at her customer, punching it in on her till, letting the woman pay. The drink ordered was three ingredients, so it didn’t take long before it was served and left with.

Mila had so graciously been given the far station of the bar for the night, meaning she got the least amount of guests ordering from her. So while she had some downtime, she wiped down her bar, restocked whatever was needed and filled the water station that was nearing empty.

“Are you busy or can I order two vodka-redbulls and a bottle with a straw?” An oddly familiar voice asked while Mila had her back turned to the guest. She whipped around and was soon face to face with Jisung and Changbin. She laughed at Jisungs joke, and then properly greeted them.

“Hi boys, good to see you!” She smiled. Had there not been a full bar between them, she probably would have taken the opportunity to give them a hug. Though she had only met them a couple of times, they had gotten surprisingly comfortable with each other. Considering most of what they had done together had been joke around, it made sense with the friendship they had sparked.

“Looking lovely as always, Mila. Hectic tonight?” Changbin greeted back, taking the chance to look around at the club. Yes, it was a fairly large crowd on the dance-floor, but Jisung and Changbin had mentioned to each other when they entered that it wasn’t near as many people as it had been last time they were there.

“Not too bad. We do have a few tables reserved though, and those parties haven’t arrived yet as far as I’m concerned. Might pick up a bit later. But what happened here? I’m pretty sure there’s usually three of you. Lost him?” She joked, grabbing a damp rag from the bar behind her and started wiping down the glasses that had gotten marks from where the water had dried on them after they got out of the dishwasher.

“Chan is meeting us here, actually. He was running late on some work things he had going. We’ll send him over once he gets here though, he probably wants one of those drinks you made him as Minho’s. He hasn’t stopped gushing about them all week.” Jisung explained, lovingly-mocking his best friend. “And two vodka-redbulls when you get the chance?” He quickly added, pulling his card out of his back pocket.

“That’s nice to hear. And you put that card away, these are on the house.” Mila quickly made the drinks and handed each drink to each guy, not bothering to put it in on her machine.

“I know we just met, but is it too early to say I love you?” Jisung asked as he realised he didn’t have to pay and put his card back in his pocket. Mila chuckled, then blew him a kiss and winked at him in a playful manner. Jisung went to ‘grab her kiss’ out of the air, but Changbin did the same thing. It ended up with them fighting over who got to keep her kiss, looking like two kids in the sandbox arguing over who gets to play with the dinosaur toy. Mila couldn’t help but laugh as she hoisted herself up so she could lean over the bar and give Changbin a kiss on the cheek.

“There, now you don’t have to fight anymore. You both got a kiss!” She grinned, Changbin looking at her and jokingly started to fan his face and pretend like he was freaking out. They kept up the jokes for a few more seconds before they laughed it off, letting Mila know they would be back at some point. She waved them goodbye and turned back around to continue slicing limes, as she had been doing when they boys came over.

It wasn’t long after that Chan came waltzing through the door, looking around for his friends. He soon spotted them at a table and made his way over, greeting them both with a variation of a handshake. They hit off a quick conversation before Changbin let Chan know that their favorite bartender was over on the far end of the bar. Chan gave a quick nod and let them know that he would be back in a second. They boys however had a strong suspicion that wouldn’t be the case, and made their way to the dance-floor as Chan left them.

Station four of the bar was empty when he finally made his way over, instantly spotting the bartender focusing on something behind the bar that was out of his line of sight. “Hey!” He had to almost yell to make sure she heard him over the music, but it worked as she perked her head up and her eyes met his. ”Hi!”

Neither of them said anything else, which in literally any other situation would be so awkward that Mila would find an excuse to leave, but for some reason she didn’t mind it with him. Even though it didn’t last too much longer, it was weirdly nice. ”Would it be too much trouble if I asked for that thing you made me last time? The alcohol free drink, I mean?” Chan was the first to break the silence between them. Well, as silent as it could be with the speakers blasting some Spanish song Mila had heard a million times by now. She quickly shook her head no, and got to work.

While she was mixing and shaking, Chan found it odd that she hadn’t put in his order, letting him pay while she made his drink like she usually did. She always chose the most efficient route according to what Chan had learned about her during their short friendship. Mila soon saw his slightly furrowed brows and came to the rescue with an explanation. “It would be kind of a dick move of me to charge you for a drink, when I just gave your boys vodka-redbulls on the house.”

“You’re too kind.” Chan smiled and took the drink she had now placed in front of him. It was the same yellow to red gradient as last time, but the nightclub lights made the colours more vibrant, this time reminding him more of a sunset than anything else. Chans original plan had been to thank her and then leave to find his friends, but conversation between him and Mila happened so naturally that he found himself leaning on the bar, talking shit for way too long.

A solid thirty minutes must’ve passed before Mila was suddenly attacked in a wave of customers. Chan knew his place and went to leave her to do her job, when he was stopped. A hand had wrapped itself around his wrist, his eyes instantly shooting to the place of contact, then trailing up the arm until he made eye contact with the owner. Mila was leaned halfway over the bar to reach him, stopping him from leaving. ”Uhm, before you go. That offer of the ride home, is that still on the table?” She looked like she was embarrassed for asking, but it only made Chan smile. He used his free hand to grab hers and lift it off his wrist.

“Of course it is.” He grinned and lifted her hand to his face and quickly kissed her knuckles before he finally left.

From then on Mila found herself looking at the clock on her till every few minutes, wishing time would go by faster. Events like these usually flew by, but now that she was actually excited for her shift to be over, time slowed down. But even with the slowest minutes known to man, three a.m. finally rolled around, meaning they were closing.

Security ushered everyone out while the bar staff was cleaning the bar. A lot had to be done after the doors to the bar closed, but Mila and her coworkers had gotten a good routine down. Before she could fully go into cleaning mode though, she realised she forgot to let security that three of the partiers were with her. She was reminded of this when she heard two of the security guards talk over the system they had through the earpiece she had yet to take out.

“There are three losers here refusing to leave. I need backup.”

“Bar," she started, letting security know who was talking. "Are these three idiots three weirdly buff guys in their early to mid twenties claiming they’re waiting for Mila?” She pressed down on a button that was attached to the wire that went out of the earpiece and into the battery box she had in her back pocket. The security the bar had on events like these were not the same they had on regular nights, so she didn’t expect them to know who the hell Mila was.

“Correct.” The masculine voice replied to her through the coms.

“Those three losers belong to me, so if you could be an angel and let them back in that would be lovely.” She spoke, following it up with an apology for inconveniencing the guards. Not long after, three guys made their way into the now brightly lit bar, runners and barbacks flying around with trays and buckets, gathering all the dirty glasses off the tables, getting them ready to clean.

“Sit wherever, I’ll try to hurry!” Mila said to the guys and then disappeared to help clean. The boys did as they were told and sat down in a booth that seemed to be mostly cleaned. They were all amazed to see the speed and efficiency of the workers rushing around. They were all working hard and thoroughly, all while talking between each other about the events of the evening, if anything of interest had happened, or just joking around. At one point two bartenders were sprinting after each other, one of them trying to spray the other with the disinfectant they had in hand. All this, and still the venue was sparkling clean after forty-five minutes.

Mila was soon stood next to the booth where the boys found themselves, her bag over her shoulder, her uniform now replaced with some comfortable looking sweats. “So sorry you guys had to wait, but I’m ready to go now!” She apologised as the three of them scooted out of the couches and stood by her.

“Nonsense, you guys used way less time than we thought you would!” Jisung waved his hand to let her know what she was sating was nothing factual. The two other agreed as they all started to head towards the exit. Mila was luckily not shift manager for the night, so she didn’t have to worry about locking up.

Mila motioned for the boys to lead the way as she had no idea where they had parked the car. Chan turned left as they stepped into the street and the lot followed. The four of them easily fell into comfortable conversation that consisted mostly of joking around and Changbin refusing that he was drunk, even though he had failed Chans test of spelling the word ‘bumble-bee’.

Time really flies by when you’re having fun, because before she knew it, Mila found herself in the backseat of Chan’s car wishing to herself that she didn’t have to go home. Her prayers were luckily answered in the form of Jisung asking the question, “Where we going for nightfood?”

“We should let the newcomer choose!” Changbin replied from Mila’s left, Jisung having called shotgun before either of them. Mila didn’t have to give it any thought before she started giving directions to the location of her nightfood of choice. Once the boys realised where they were headed, they all started cheering and getting hyped up, loving her pick.

“You officially pass every friendship test we could ever have given you.” Changbin said as they all climbed out of the car. He and Jisung had sobered up a bit by now, but not a lot. Making their way into the shop they didn’t hesitate to go up to the register and order inhumane amounts of food. Orders upon orders of fries and burgers, as well as way too many drinks. The amount of food ended up being so massive that the workers placed it in a cardboard box to give to them so they could easily bring it with them. They thanked the workers and left, walking back to the car.

Mila, who was carrying the box, asked for someone to get the backdoor of Chans car so she could sit down. She sat herself so she was sideways in the seat, her feet hanging out of the car. The guys acted on guy-instinct and sat down on the ground next to Mila, the car door remaining open. She then placed the box on the ground, in the middle of the circle they had created. They all attacked the food without mercy, grabbing burgers, fries and drinks, sauces and dips left, right and centre.

“This is easily the best meal I’ve ever had.” Chan spoke, his mouth full of burger, causing his words to come out a bit muffled. The lot groaned and hummed in agreement, their mouth equally full of greasy food. “Hear, hear!”

The silence once again came over them, leaving them to enjoy their food in peace and quiet as they were the only people in the parking lot. It made sense considering it was nearing four thirty in the morning, and the sun was starting to rise. The sky breaking into colours would never stop being amazing, no matter how many times Mila saw it happen.

The sun continued to rise while they ate, and continued still when they had announced themselves finished.

“Are you working next Friday?” Jisung suddenly asked, directing the question to Mila. She had to give it a quick thought, but ultimately shook her head no. “We’re having a party! You should come!”

Mila nodded quickly, grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth. She then pulled out her phone while she continued to talk. “I can send you my rates and my menus if you’d like.” Her tapping away on her phone was quickly interrupted when Chan corrected her.

“No, no, no. Not to work, you should come to party! Be a person!” He spoke, letting her know she had misunderstood. Mila clicked her phone shut, no longer needing the work-files she was looking for. She asked them if they were sure, to which they all agreed. “We would love to have you there!” A smile grew on her face as she nodded yet again, happy to have been mistaken.

Conversation then floated on, topics changing every few moments all while the sun still rose to wake the world.

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Message to: Chan :)

I’m on a street with a weird amount of brightly coloured houses.. Does that sound right? Read 00:09

Message from: Chan :)

Yup! End of the street, Bin is standing outside talking on the phone right now, you should be able to spot him any second

Message to: Chan :)

Splendid, see you in a few x Read 00:12

Chan reacted to your message with a heart.

Mila continued walking down the street, keeping her eyes peeled as she did so. Soon she spotted the buff baby walking slowly back and forth, red solo cup in one hand, phone pressed against his ear in the other. She picked up her pace slightly, hurrying over to her friend and sending him a wave as soon as he noticed her. The call seemed to be of importance, so he kept talking while he gave her a hug and a nod, signalling he would be right in. Mila instinctively returned the hug and nodded as a reply, making her way inside the house.

Music blared through the entire house, Mila feeling the vibrations of the bass in her bones as soon as she stepped over the threshold. She had strategically arrived a bit late so she wouldn’t be stuck in the awkward early phase of the party, so a solid crowd had already formed. There were people everywhere; kitchen, living room, hallways, bathrooms, and Mila was almost certain she had seen a group of people make their way upstairs.

Pushing her way through the sweaty bodies, she finally got to the kitchen where the island was covered in whatever you would need to make a drink. A few people stood there, concocting their poison of choice, Mila internally wincing at their methods, but didn’t want to say anything. After taking a shot with a random guy, she mixed herself a drink and maneuvered herself back into the living room. It was first then she realised the crowd in there were all facing something, a DJ booth with none other than Jisung and Chan behind it. From the looks of it, they were mixing as they played, impressing Mila enough to push to the front. She knew the song they were mixing, so she instantly sang along. The music was proper loud, so she didn’t worry that anyone could hear her tone-deafness.

It honestly felt like a concert with the way they were jumping up and down behind the booth, hyping up the crowd that seemed to match their energy. Mila found herself dancing along, first alone but suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and shook her playfully. She whipped around when given the chance and was face to face with Changbin who was now dancing with her. “Shouldn’t you be up there?” Mila leaned in to Changbin’s ear so he could easily hear her, assuming he was part of the entertainment.

“Shouldn’t you?” He rebutted, making the bartender squeeze her face together in a confused grimace. Before she could as much as catch her breath, Changbin had grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the side of the booth, entering both himself and Mila. Chan and Jisung’s faces lit up once they saw the two and moved over a tad bit to make room for them to jam out with them.

It was first now that Mila could see how many people were actually there, but she didn’t seem to care. As a bartender, she was used to drunk people looking at her, so she didn’t mind being up there, front and centre.

Their set didn’t last forever, so when they finally needed a break, they played some pre-mixed tracks and scurried to the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Where in the fuck did that come from?!” Mila exclaimed once she was making them all sorts of different drinks, even though they told her she didn’t need to.

“Come to think of it, I guess we’ve never told you what we do for a living.” Jisung chuckled as he sipped the drink she had just given him.

The four of them had gotten to know each other a solid amount considering how long they had been sitting in the empty parking lot, eating fries and talking - but it didn’t dawn on Mila until now that they had only talked about stuff that didn’t mean anything in the real world. She had no idea what they did for work, how old they were (though she had guessed them all to be around her own age), or in general what their deal was. What she did know though was Changbin’s deepest fears, why Chan was so attached to music and how to comfort Jisung when he was upset.

“You do this for a living?!” Mila exclaimed yet again, stopping whatever she was doing with her hands to fully punctuate how shocked she was. The three of them laughed and nodded.

“We’re producers!”

It was when Mila then asked what else she was missing that the conversation really took off. They had all ended up grabbing stools to sit by the kitchen island, filling her in on quite literally every single detail of their lives, making sure she was catching everything. Minutes of talking quickly ticked into hours, and the only reason they were pulled out of their own little world was when one of their friends came over and asked when they were going to be playing again.

“Oh shit, our fifteen minute break turned into sixty-five. We’ll be right there, Hyunjin.” Chan replied after checking his phone for the time. They then excused themselves to go finish their set, but Mila only ushered them away, letting them know she would be watching them from the back.

Not long after they disappeared, the vibe of the music changed completely, signalling that they were back. Mila grabbed her drink and moved to the living room, only to see that it was completely packed. She looked around for a place to watch from, and her eyes finally landed on the staircase. She pushed and forced herself through the crowd until she was at the bottom step, then she climbed a few of them to sit down. From her spot she could perfectly see all three of them, as well as most of the crowd.

She sat there for a while, moving her body to the music as much as she could while still being seated. However, she found herself stopping when she looked back at the performers and made eye contact with one of them. Chan had his eyes buried deep within her, in a manner that surprisingly made Mila shiver. It seemed like he noticed, cause he gave her a smile and a wink. A smile erupted on her lips at his actions, his eyes shifting away from her at last. He was however smiling as he looked down at his mixing board, twisting knobs and pushing buttons.

The warm feeling Mila suddenly felt was too much for her to stop smiling, even when her cheeks started hurting. She leaned her head against the railing she was sitting against, her eyes still fixated on the three guys. One more than the others.

Her attention was torn away from them when her phone started blowing up in her pocket, forcing her to check it in case of an emergency. Luckily it was just the group-chat she had with her colleagues, the lot talking about something that just happened at the club. Something about an old man busting hella moves.

Just as she went to put the phone back in her pocket, she noticed someone was standing at her feet. Looking up she was met to face none other than the flirty producer himself. “Chan? Why are you all the way over here?” She quickly questioned, looking back over to the booth where Jisung and Changbin was now stood alone. The two guys seemed to be enjoying themselves a ridiculous amount, so she suspected they didn’t mind that Chan had detoured ever so slightly.

“You don’t seem like you’re having fun, so I’m kidnapping you.” Chan replied with the biggest smile on his face, only confusing Mila more.

“Are you kidding me? You guys are so talented!” She rebutted, but Chan didn’t seem to be having any of it.

“You can think we are the world's most talented dj’s as much as you want, that doesn’t mean you’re having fun. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” He said and reached out his hand for Mila to grab. She tilted her head ever so slightly and gave him a smile. She then shook her head with a happy sigh and grabbed his hand, letting him pull her through the crowd and out the front door.

Time had passed faster than either of them had thought, cause the pitch black outside they had expected was nowhere to be found, instead it looked like it was about be dawn, causing Chan to check the time. “How is it almost three thirty in the morning already?”

“No idea, but what I do know is that I am hungry as hell.” Mila replied and started walking in the general direction of the closest shop. After a few meters, she turned around , walking backwards now. “You coming?” She asked as Chan was still stood on the porch. Mila stretched out her arms while still moving backwards, waiting for him to do anything. This seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was stuck in, sprinting towards Mila, who by now had made it a decent distance. He came running right at her, bending down slightly as he came up to her so he could pick her up and throw her over his shoulder, continuing to run down the road. Mila was screaming and laughing at his actions, playfully hitting her hands on his back, squealing for him to let her down.

He didn’t make it far before he finally placed her back on the ground, laughing hysterically as he did so, Mila doubled over laughing as well. “Let’s go, dweeb.”

The walk wasn’t long until they found a shop that held open. Mila got a chicken baguette they had in the display window, while Chan went for fried chicken. They also ordered the largest serving of orange soda that they could, agreeing that they could share. After receiving their food, they stepped back outside, looking around for a place to sit. With no benches or curbs in sight, Mila decided to get creative.

“I have an idea.” She announced, walking to the back of the building they had just been in. At the back stood a massive container and a few boxes. She then handed her food to Chan for him to hold, then arranged the boxes so she could climb them to get to the top of the container. She then stretched her arms out so she could take the food from Chan, placing it on top of the roof she had now reached. “Come, come.”

Chan copied her actions, and soon they were sat on top of the roof, legs dangling off the edge. As the shop was placed on top of the same massive hill as the house they had just been at, they had a stunning view of the whole, entire city. It was captivating to say the least, especially when the clock ticked on enough for the sun to peak its glowing head over the horizon, illuminating the city as well as Mila and Chan’s faces.

“I’m glad you kidnapped me. This is incredible.” Mila admitted before taking a sip of their shared drink. Chan looked over at her with a smile on his face, bravely placing his hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze as he did so. Her reaction consisted of turning her head to face him, straw still between her lips. Their smiling eyes held contact for what they would describe as an eternity, when in reality it was only a few seconds. Without any more words being exchanged, Mila removed the straw from her mouth, then held it up to Chan, offering him a sip which he gladly took while she still held the cup, and he held her thigh.

They soon chuckled between themselves, scooted a bit closer to each other, and watched the sun fully rise.

Hope you enjoyed! -ben♡

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The meaning of eyes is vision

The meaning of eyes is vision, multiple vision, vocal vision, rich in vision.

But the human eye is actually farsighted.

Friends, do you know that the human eye can see the future?

I mean, you never know, you can see tomorrow.

You are probably wondering how can this happen?

But let's face it, we humans understand the environment just like this.

Maybe we can't change nature

But we know all the updates of nature in advance.

And this is why we use various machinery these days.

Like the simplest example is a climate office.

Friends, what is this farsightedness?

Visionary

A visionary, defined broadly, is one who can envision the future. For some groups, this can involve the supernatural. The visionary state is achieved via meditation, lucid dreams, daydreams, or art. One example is Hildegard of Bingen, a 12th-century artist and Catholic saint. Wikipedia

visionary

/ˈvɪʒən(ə)ri/

adjective

adjective: visionary

1.

thinking about or planning the future with imagination or wisdom.

"a visionary leader"

Similar:

inspired

imaginative

creative

inventive

insightful

ingenious

enterprising

innovative

perceptive

intuitive

far-sighted

prescient

discerning

penetrating

sharp

shrewd

wise

clever

talented

gifted

resourceful

idealistic

idealized

utopian

romantic

quixotic

impractical

unrealistic

unworkable

unfeasible

out of touch with reality

fairy-tale

fanciful

dreamy

ivory-towered

theoretical

hypothetical

starry-eyed

head-in-the-clouds

ARCHAIC

(of a scheme or idea) not practical.

2.

relating to or having the ability to see visions in a dream or trance, or as a supernatural apparition.

"visionary dreams"

ARCHAIC

existing only in a vision or in the imagination.

noun

noun: visionary; plural noun: visionaries

a person with original ideas about what the future will or could be like.

"he is a visionary keen on policy-making"

What is the meaning of farsightedness?

Farsightedness - Symptoms and causes - Mayo Clinic

Farsightedness (hyperopia) is a common vision condition in which you can see distant objects clearly, but objects nearby may be blurry.16 Jun 2020

What is the synonym of visionary?

Some common synonyms of visionary are chimerical, fanciful, fantastic, imaginary, and quixotic. While all these words mean "unreal or unbelievable," visionary stresses impracticality or incapability of realization. visionary schemes.

Is visionary a negative word?

Describing someone as "visionary" generally has a positive meaning. It suggests that the person is innovative, forward-thinking, and has the ability to imagine and create new ideas or concepts.28 May 2018

Is a leader a visionary?

A visionary leader is an individual with a clear idea of how they envision the future. In this role, you may set concrete steps to plan and execute a vision and lead a team toward accomplishing its goal. Understanding the traits to develop in this role may help you inspire others efficiently and effectively.3 Feb 2023

What is the difference between a vision and a visionary?

The second little set right there is, he says, a person with a vision finds strength from inner convictions, whereas a visionary person find strength from outward conditions.11 Jul 2019

Is visionary a quality?

Someone is considered a visionary when they possess several key qualities. Visionaries have the ability to think creatively and imaginatively, often seeing possibilities and opportunities that others may overlook. They are also forward-thinking, able to anticipate future trends and developments in their field.13 Jul 2016

In reality we see only when our eyes touch and we think only when we notice memories.

Translate Hindi

आँखों का मतलब ही है दृष्टि बहुल दृष्टिमुखर दृष्टिसंपन्न

मगर ह्यूमन आई असल में दूरदृष्टिसंपन्न ही है

दोस्तों आपको पता है ह्यूमन आई भविष्यत देख सकता है

मतलब आपको पता ही नहीं है आप आनेवाला कल देख सकते हो

आप शायद यह सोच रहे हो ऐसे कैसे हो सकता है

मगर एकिन मानिए हम इंसान वातावरण को यूं ही समझते है

शायद हम प्रकृति को बदल नहीं पाते होंगे

मगर प्रकृति की सारे अपडेट हमें पहले से पता पड़ जाता है

और यही कारण हम आजकल विभिन्न मशीनरी यूज कर जाते है

जैसे की सबसे आसान उदाहरण आबोहवा दफ्तर

दोस्तों यह दूर दृष्टि संपन्न क्या है

काल्पनिक

दूरदर्शी, मोटे तौर पर परिभाषित, वह है जो भविष्य की कल्पना कर सकता है। कुछ समूहों के लिए, इसमें अलौकिकता शामिल हो सकती है। दूरदर्शी अवस्था ध्यान, सुस्पष्ट स्वप्न, दिवास्वप्न या कला के माध्यम से प्राप्त की जाती है। इसका एक उदाहरण 12वीं सदी के कलाकार और कैथोलिक संत हिल्डेगार्ड ऑफ बिंगन हैं। विकिपीडिया

काल्पनिक

/ˈvɪʒən(ə)ri/

विशेषण

विशेषण: दूरदर्शी

1.

कल्पना या बुद्धि से भविष्य के बारे में सोचना या योजना बनाना।

"एक दूरदर्शी नेता"

समान:

प्रेरित किया

कल्पनाशील

रचनात्मक

आविष्कारशील

व्यावहारिक

सरल

उद्यमी

अभिनव

भेदक

सहज ज्ञान युक्त

दूरदर्शी

पूर्वज्ञान रखनेवाला

विवेकी

मर्मज्ञ

तीखा

चालाक

ढंग

चतुर

प्रतिभावान

उपहार में दिया

साधन-संपन्न

आदर्शवादी

आर्दश

काल्पनिक

प्रेम प्रसंगयुक्त

विलक्षण

अव्यावहारिक

अवास्तविक

असाध्य

अव्यावहारिक

वास्तविकता से हटकर

परी कथा

काल्पनिक

काल्पनिक

हाथी दांत-मीनारदार

सैद्धांतिक

काल्पनिक

आंखों में सपने

सिर पर बादल हैं

प्राचीन

(किसी योजना या विचार का) व्यावहारिक नहीं।

2.

स्वप्न या ट्रान्स में या किसी अलौकिक दृश्य के रूप में देखने की क्षमता से संबंधित या होना।

"दूरदर्शी सपने"

प्राचीन

केवल दृष्टि या कल्पना में विद्यमान।

संज्ञा

संज्ञा: दूरदर्शी; बहुवचन संज्ञा: दूरदर्शी

भविष्य कैसा होगा या हो सकता है, इसके बारे में मौलिक विचारों वाला व्यक्ति।

"वह एक दूरदर्शी व्यक्ति हैं जो नीति-निर्माण में रुचि रखते हैं"

दूरदर्शिता का क्या अर्थ है?

दूरदर्शिता - लक्षण और कारण - मेयो क्लिनिक

दूरदर्शिता (हाइपरोपिया) एक सामान्य दृष्टि स्थिति है जिसमें आप दूर की वस्तुओं को स्पष्ट रूप से देख सकते हैं, लेकिन पास की वस्तुएं धुंधली हो सकती हैं।16 जून 2020

दूरदर्शी का समानार्थी शब्द क्या है?

दूरदर्शी के कुछ सामान्य पर्यायवाची शब्द काल्पनिक, काल्पनिक, शानदार, काल्पनिक और विचित्र हैं। जबकि इन सभी शब्दों का अर्थ "अवास्तविक या अविश्वसनीय" है, दूरदर्शी अव्यवहारिकता या अहसास की अक्षमता पर जोर देता है। दूरदर्शी योजनाएँ.

क्या दूरदर्शी एक नकारात्मक शब्द है?

किसी को "दूरदर्शी" के रूप में वर्णित करने का आम तौर पर सकारात्मक अर्थ होता है। इससे पता चलता है कि व्यक्ति नवोन्वेषी, दूरदर्शी है और नए विचारों या अवधारणाओं की कल्पना करने और बनाने की क्षमता रखता है।28 मई 2018

क्या कोई नेता दूरदर्शी होता है?

एक दूरदर्शी नेता वह व्यक्ति होता है जिसके पास स्पष्ट विचार होता है कि वे भविष्य की कल्पना कैसे करते हैं। इस भूमिका में, आप एक विजन की योजना बनाने और उसे क्रियान्वित करने के लिए ठोस कदम उठा सकते हैं और एक टीम को उसके लक्ष्य को पूरा करने की दिशा में नेतृत्व कर सकते हैं। इस भूमिका में विकसित होने वाले गुणों को समझने से आपको दूसरों को कुशलतापूर्वक और प्रभावी ढंग से प्रेरित करने में मदद मिल सकती है।3 फरवरी 2023

दूरदर्शी और दूरदर्शी में क्या अंतर है?

उनका कहना है कि दूसरा छोटा सेट यह है कि एक दूरदर्शी व्यक्ति आंतरिक दृढ़ विश्वास से ताकत पाता है, जबकि एक दूरदर्शी व्यक्ति बाहरी परिस्थितियों से ताकत पाता है।11 जुलाई 2019

क्या दूरदर्शी एक गुण है?

किसी को दूरदर्शी तभी माना जाता है जब उसमें कई प्रमुख गुण हों। दूरदर्शी लोगों में रचनात्मक और कल्पनाशील ढंग से सोचने की क्षमता होती है, वे अक्सर उन संभावनाओं और अवसरों को देखते हैं जिन्हें अन्य लोग अनदेखा कर सकते हैं। वे दूरदर्शी भी हैं, अपने क्षेत्र में भविष्य के रुझानों और विकास का अनुमान लगाने में सक्षम हैं। 13 जुलाई 2016

सच में देखते है हम आँखे छूते ही और सोचते है हम यादें गौर किए ही

#nasa #google #youtube

[uneasylisteningradio]

Year End Special 2023 December 23, 2023

It's my traditional year end show when I play a song for every topic I did in the past year!

listen on Mixcloud

Bay City Rollers - Saturday Night Young Skin - Uneasy (bad feelings)

DJ speaks over Whistling Jack Smith - I Was Kaiser Bill's Batman

Frankie Armstrong - Seven Gates (gates) Gordon Bok, Ann Mayo Muir & Ed Trickett - Dark Old Waters (boats) Arthur Tanner and His Corn Shuckers - Dr. Ginger Blue (healthcare) The Groove Farm - It Always Rains On Sunday (Sundays)

DJ speaks over Sandy Nelson - Expressway to Your Heart

The Fall - Glam-Racket / Star (talking to band members) Swell Maps - H.S. Art (maps) The Police - Omega Man (nerds) Le Tigre - Deceptacon (songs that reference other songs) Yachts - Semaphore Love (obsolete and obscure forms of communication) The Mothers of Invention - Oh No (oh no!)

DJ speaks over Mac Rebannack - Storm Warning

The Impalas - Oh What A Fool (fools) Husker Du - One Step At a Time (making and executing plans) Judee Sill - The Phoenix (resurrection) The Disrupters - Morphine Stockbroker (finance) Too Much - Silex Pistols (fake punk) John Foxx - This City (__ city) Ti-Tho - Blitzgeräte (thunder and lightning)

DJ speaks over Metallica - The Money Will Roll Right In

X-Ray Spex - The Day the World Turned Dayglo (songs for rivka) The Easybeats - Land of Make Believe (imagination) D.O.V.E. - Dirt and Leaves ([noun] and [noun]) S.P.S. - Černá Ruka (whistling) The Staples - Don't Burn Me (hearts) Laurie Anderson - The National Anthem (flags) Burning Kitchen - Empty We (music industry) Mike and Peggy Seeger - What Did You Have for Supper? (meals)

DJ speaks over ESG - Tiny Sticks

Kizza Ping - Liten (small) I, Ludicrous - Preposterous Tales (live music) Predator - Never Anything Before (never) Jonathan King - Round, Round (circles) Inflatable Boy Clams - Snoteleks (wrong way around) Josef K - Chance Meeting (fate)

DJ speaks over Michael Nesmith and the First National Band - Tapioca Tundra

Major Accident - Warboots (boots) The Rhythm Methodists - I Think I'm Falling (connecticut) Starvation Army - Pain (on tape) Sacrilege - Apartheid (land back) Little Richard - Can't Believe You Wanna Leave (belief) The Tomboys - I'd Rather Fight Than Switch (fighting)

Big Blood - Anything Could Happen

#radio #community radio #punk #music #playlist #post punk #wprb #new wave #hardcore punk #garage rock #end of the year #themed playlist #doo wop #folk music #peace punk #anarcho punk

[mywifeleftme]

129: Paul Simon // Graceland

Graceland Paul Simon 1986, Warner Bros.

I found myself tonight outside a rave rhapsodizing to a new Montrealer I’ll never see again about a sandwich whose principal interest is that it has maintained a reasonable price point despite a general economic bubble in the neighbourhood that has put the bar for a replacement-level edible somewhere north of the $8 range. Just going on and on about it. If I were to try to write out the extemporaneous ode I delivered on this humble egg BLT, there’d be a commotion in front of each noun where I’d scribbled over all the adjectives that make it sound like I'm trying to fuck the lettuce. It’d be nice to be the sort of person who can be this jazzed about the sensual world without waking up with a sore jaw in the morning, but my aperture is puckered. Still, sitting at a picnic table on this incredibly violet morning that has literally hung a rainbow over my neck, feeling a genuine wistfulness watching an empty can of mango White Claw roll into a gutter, I can admit I want to fuck the lettuce. I am a lettuce-fucker.

Writing a record review is like giving someone a tour of a sandwich they haven't ordered yet. It has no material impact on me whether you end up ordering the sandwich (listening to the record) or not, but in some sense I want the emcee’s pride in being a link in the chain that’s brought you to pleasure. So, on account of the puckered aperture I mentioned earlier, it takes a good deal of sweat to make my case. I read the label on the lettuce package and rephrase it in a way that suggests I know the grand dramas of its family, and the wars that were fought for the right to primp it just so. I train myself to tell when a tomato will give a visceral gush when bitten into, and when you should gossip vindictively about it in a back channel. I mention hintingly that the bacon has “been around the block a few times,” refer to the “experimental” qualities of the egg, argue that while American cheese is an abomination, its ability to adhere to this specific tabula rasa white toast is as essential as the generous globs of mayo. It takes considerably longer than love as a recommending strategy, but it’s what I have.

Anyway, Paul Simon's Graceland is a real good listen with a real complicated discourse, and I wish you luck with that, but that purple sky is looming in and if I'm not careful I'll be alive soon, and I am not ready for that.

129/365

#paul simon #graceland #lalime #sandwiches #what

[teachusginpachisensei]

元気 - Chapter 5

Adjectives

There are two kinds of adjectives い and な they both modify nouns in the same way

Much like English you simply place the adjective before the noun you wish to modify 

これは強い木刀です

This is a strong wooden sword.

神楽ちゃんはにぎやかな子供ですね

Kagura is a lively child isn’t she.

Note that な-adjectives do not appear with な as part of their dictionary form. For the above example にぎやか is the base word for lively, but when modifying a noun you must add な

To conjugate an い-adjective you drop the い and add the suffix

さむいです it is cold

さむくないです it is not cold

さむかったです it was cold

さむくなかったです it was not cold

な-adjectives conjugate in the same was that です does

元気です it is well

元気じゃないです it is not well

元気でした it was well

元気じゃなかったです it was not well

You can also specify the degree to which something is by adding a specifier directly before the adjective

ズラさんはちょっと貧しいです

Zura is a little poor.

銀時さんはとても貧しいです

Gintoki is very poor.

長谷川さんはすごく貧しいです

Hasegawa is extremely poor.

好き and きらい

好き and きらい are two very commonly used terms to express likes and dislikes

They are often used in relation to the person that does or does not like the thing and thus appear in a XはYが（きらい・好き）です structure

In addition both are usually emphasized by adding 大instead of using a specifier like とても

としさんはマヨが大好きです

Toshi loves mayo.

銀時さんはさちゃんがきらいです

Gintoki doesn’t like Sa-chan.

まじょう・ましょうか

Both ましょう and ましょうか can be added to the end of a verb to indicate that the speaker wants to do something with someone

のみましょう

Let’s drink

のみましょうか

Shall we drink?

Counting

There are two important things to note about counting

The first is that different counter words are used depending on what is being counted, for example 人 is for people, while 枚 is for paper or other flat objects

Secondly the number and counter comes after the item it describes

犬が三匹います

There are three dogs

#genki #元気 #genki chapter 5 #langblr #japanese #japanese grammar #adjectives

[januariblues]

Fall Project Brief

Our client is CMP Media, who are a creative social media content producer. They have asked us (young producers, artists, and designers) to develop and explore ideas for a media product. They have said that it can be any form of media product including film, photography, and written pieces of work. The content must reflect the idea of ‘Fall.’ This idea of ‘Fall’ is up to our own interpretation as there are many definitions and meanings of fall as a subject. The client has stated that the product can be in two forms. One of which is a short, finished product of our choosing. The other is a series of more experimental pieces of content. They have asked for this to be done by the 27th of January 2023. The client had left the audience for us to decide. I, personally alongside my collaborator Millie Jackson (@mills-mayo), have decided that the audience will be British teens of 15 to 18 years of age, with at least a secondary school education. This is due to the main characters being around 18 years in age so it would not particularly appeal to an older audience. As well as their being sexual references meaning it would not be suitable for a younger audience, and young adults lacking a secondary education may not understand certain jokes. The audience is also those who enjoy teen comedy and romance films, as the film follows the lives of a group of 18-year-olds, also the main genre is comedy, and the subgenre is romance. Whilst there is no specific religious background required to enjoy the film, some themes may not be appreciated by those who have certain beliefs. The audience would most likely be British as it is set in Britain and will follow more British humour.

Deadline 27th Jan

Products can be: 

Adverts 

Podcasts 

Music videos 

Documentaries 

Drama films 

Magazine 

Posters 

Photography 

Journalistic/written pieces 

sections

list of tasks

the audience

the client

keywords mind map

schedule

well defined goals

the message

resource planning

communication

definitions verb

definitions noun

definitions phrases 

idea proposal

Initial ideas

the 3 ideas

audience theory

promotional mood board

Focus group results

survey on fall

short film analysis

short film mood board

fall about short

re-edited short

interview with millie

final idea

location recce

risk assessment

equipment booking form

call sheet

contributor release forms

constraints

Harry's teaser

Jasper's teaser

Annie's teaser

peer feedback

evaluation

production diary

#fall #januariblues #media projects

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#bask ox #mayo nouns

[authormarialberg]

Making Delight

Making Delight #photography #poetry #dVerse

Delight by Maria L. Berg 2022 Delight This study of abstract nouns through abstract photography brings me extreme pleasure and satisfaction. To capture that delight today, I used my favorite fuzzy fabric as a backdrop, my favorite spiral filter, and used the camera flash in the mirrorworld. Some of the results were surprising and delightful. Delightful by Maria L. Berg 2022 For Cinco de Mayo…

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#abstract art #abstract nouns #bokeh #dVerse

[canislupus-exe]

The Ruler | stanley barber

YOU ARE READING PART ONE

>> gif found on gfycat <<

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

reader | he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | body image issues, bulimia, spanking

word count | 1,418

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardians noun (mom, dad, grandma, etc.)

summary | Hiiii. Can you please please please please please do a Stan barber x male reader where the reader has bulimia, and Stan says that if they don't stop, they will spank them and reader thinks they are joking but Stan is serious and spanks him. Thank you

editor | @feliscatus-exe

>> part two | back to prev <<

Keep reading

You pulled your sweater close to your body, almost as if you were hiding from the students who walked the halls. You kept your eyes trained on the floor, not daring to make eye contact. You wanted to be so small that you could disappear.

You pushed open the doors to the cafeteria, praying that no one would hear what sounded so deafening to you. You felt a few eyes on your body, which surely meant nothing, but your mind was quick to whisper things you hated hearing.

Your feet began to move quicker through the cafeteria. You would’ve broken out into a run if the sole purpose of your speed hadn’t been to keep attention away from yourself. You reached the table with your best friends in record time, dropping your backpack onto the floor far too loudly for your liking.

“Woah there (Y/n), what the rush?” Stanley asked with a laugh. You looked at him before faking a laugh of your own and shrugging.

“Hungry, I guess.” You practically whispered. Syd raised her eyebrows.

“You’re real quiet today, is everything alright?” She asked as she took a drink of her chocolate milk. You instinctively pulled your sweater even closer to your body.

“Yeah, I just didn’t get a whole lot of sleep. You know how it is…” You replied, bending over to grab your lunchbox from your backpack. She hummed before shrugging, not pressing the matter further.

Your hands seemed to shake feverishly as you unclasped the metal on the outside of your lunchbox. The clang it made was haunting. You opened the top, the sandwich lovingly crafted by your (g/n) practically glaring back at you. You clenched and unclenched your fists, mentally preparing yourself for the battle you were about to undergo.

Your trembling hands unwrapped the plastic that encased the sandwich. Watching the bread crumbs fall onto the table and grease over your fingertips made you feel nauseous. You closed your eyes and swallowed, trying to coat your incredibly dry throat. You exhaled and let your teeth sink into the bread, fighting back the gag that immediately surfaced.

“Oh, your (g/n) made you a sandwich? Lucky! I have to eat this stupid cafeteria food.” Stanley grumbled as he shuffled around what was supposed to be a pot pie. It looked more like vomit, which didn’t help your aversion to eating.

The more bites you took, the sicker you felt. Every clump of bread, mayo, ham, and cheese that slunk down your throat had to be forced to stay there. After what felt like agonizing hours of torture, you finished the sandwich and immediately began to feel the after-effects.

“I need to use the restroom.” You blurted out, standing abruptly and rushing out of the cafeteria. Stanley watched your quick pace as you disappeared beyond the doors.

“I’m not the only one who notices he does that, right?” Stan asked, looking at Sydney. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows quizzically.

“Every time he eats he stares at it like it’s poisoned. Then after he’s finished he rushes to the bathroom.” He said, still staring intently at the doors. Sydney shrugged.

“Maybe he has fast bowels.” She said with a snicker. Stanley didn’t have the heart to laugh with her, he simply nodded somberly.

“Yeah…”

>><<

Stanley placed his car in park as he pulled into your driveway. He adjusted his mirror to look at his hair, making sure his appearance was palatable. He had to after all. He was spending the weekend at your house, and he’d be damned if he looked like a fool in front of you, of all people.

He hopped out of his far and shook his body, attempting to free the jitters he felt rising. He sighed and approached your door, knocking loud enough for you to hear but not too loud, of course. His heart began to pound as you opened the door, a small smile on your face.

“Hey, there homeslice.” He blurted out. You laughed and opened the door further for him to step inside.

“You’re very strange Stanley Barber.” You said, locking up once he was inside. Stan laughed.

“Strange is my middle name baby. Now come on. I pirated some sick-ass movies.”

>><<

Your stomach tensed as you barreled another handful of chips into your mouth. You winced as it ran down your throat, another amalgamation of junk being added to the pile in your abdomen. After every rise is a fall, and after every purge is a binge.

You became so scared of what you had been doing to your body that surely if you didn’t eat anything and everything you would’ve died right then and there. Keeled over and started writhing in pain as your body finally gave out.

But now, there was so much food in your body that you started to feel sick again. Your brain was starting to panic and you felt intense guilt wash over you. You didn’t deserve this food. How would you ever fit into those clothes you wanted if you kept eating like this? You stood abruptly, causing Stan to look at you.

“Everything alright?” He asked. You nodded.

“Bathroom.” You said simply before rushing through the door. Thankfully, the bathroom was right next to your room, so you were there in ten seconds flat.

Stanley watched as you ran out, desperate to get there as soon as you could. He couldn’t help but lean his ear against the wall, praying that his worst fear wouldn’t be confirmed. But just like that, he heard the intense retching from beyond the barrier. He looked at his hands as he continued to listen to the sound of you emptying your stomach for what felt like hours.

After far too long, he heard the toilet flush and the water run. He lifted his head off the wall, and you were back in the room in around a minute. You gave him a weak smile, no doubt trying to conceal what had just happened.

“Sorry about that… When you gotta go you gotta go… yaknow…” You trailed off, trying your best to not sound awkward. Stanley stared at you for a second, wondering how to address this.

“(Y/n)... Do you have bulimia?” He asked. Your face paled, and you felt the urge to throw up resurface.

“W-What? No. That’s crazy Stanley.” You replied, folding your arms across your body, almost as if you were shielding yourself from him. He stood up from your bed and approached you.

“(Y/n). Tell me the truth or I’ll… I’ll spank you!” He exclaimed the first thing that came to his mind. Your eyes widened and you made a noise that was half laugh, half scoff.

“Stanley… What are you even talking about? I- I can’t deal with you.” You said with a laugh, almost feeling lighthearted at such an odd threat. Stan could tell you weren’t taking this seriously. After all, he did just say he’d spank you.

“I’m gonna grab some water, I’ll be right back.” You said as you turned to the door. You prayed you’d successfully averted the conversation. Stanley, however, was not going to drop this that easily.

His eyes darted around the room, looking for some sort of leverage. Anything he could use to get you to just pause. And then, his eyes landed on your desk. Across it lie a ruler, and he got a stupid idea. A wonderfully stupid and perfectly Stanley Barber idea.

He grabbed the ruler and without a second thought, thwacked it across your ass. You yelped at the sudden pain. It wasn’t excruciating, but it definitely caught you off guard. You turned to see Stanley looking at you triumphantly with a ruler in his hand.

“Did you just…?”

“Yeah! A-and I’ll do it again if you don’t talk to me!” He shouted. You stared at him in disbelief, unsure of what else you could do.

“Please…” He pleaded, now lowering the ruler. His voice was filled with sorrow and desperation, which only made you feel worse.

“I don’t know how…��� You whispered. Stan placed the ruler back on your desk before wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Maybe you can’t now but… I’m sure you will one day. I believe in you.” He replied. You could feel the tension release from your shoulders as you sank deeper into his hug. You felt so frail against him, but somehow, safe.

“Thank you, Stanley. But please, never spank me again.”

#i am not okay with this imagine #ianowt imagine #i am not okay with this #ianowt #sydney novak #stanley barber #dina #brad lewis #stanley barber imagine #stanley barber x reader #fluff #angst #male reader #the ruler #canislupus.txt

[jooneggs]

Glossaphilia | Yoongi 👄

👄 Glossaphilia ~ (noun.) being sexually attracted to a person’s mouth, specifically their tongue 👄  

⤑ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader ⤑ Genre/AU: idol!Yoon | smut, slight fluff ⤑ Warnings: Blatant Smut revolving around the tongue, Yoongi’s a tease, swearing ⤑ Word count: 984

⤑ Rating: M/Explicit

A/N: This is my gift to Em @nahfamily​ ✭ I really hope you love this, that it fills all your Yoongi needs and that you have a really pleasant Valentines. It’s been great to be a part of this and to get to know a bit about yourself! ♡

👄

The day you met Suga was at the side-bar of an Underground Alternative Club. He’d been performing just moments before on the rustic corner-stage, rapping and spitting like he had the entire world in his grasp. You’d come here every week to watch the acts and be a part of things, but this time, you were completely compelled. Not only by his music, his passion..but him. You watched as he’d run through his lyrics, clenching his teeth, biting his lip, letting his tongue flow off the words like pure alchemy. You knew, that instant, you had to get to know more of him.

The day you met Yoongi was a few weeks later, where you’d decided to hang at his studio - almost like a first date. It was the first time you’d seen each other since talking at the bar, and it felt nice falling into his arms in a brief hug and sitting opposite him in a room with just the two of you. Alone.

He’d heard your lyric and producing skills upon attending previous evenings at the club where you’d mixed songs for the booked artists. He admired it, so much so he wanted to become fully encapsulated in your world of writing and ideas. You said you’d wanted the same with him.

Over the next few weeks, you seemed to meet more and more often. Mainly at his studio, pouring over metaphors and new worlds together. As he wrote, you’d stare, his tongue caught in his cheek, fleshing out the side of his caramel tone face. His tongue would fiddle around his mouth, lost in thought. Sometimes it would rest on the inside of his cheek, sometimes his tongue would slip out of the crevice of his blush pink lips, tantalizing and rose-tinted.

You loved watching him like that, and you encouraged it, often urging him to get on with his work while you just watched. If Yoongi’s mouth were a fruit, it would be a peach, just ripe enough to taste and for it to still be the perfect combination of sweet and soft. Of course, you were yet to kiss him, or to confess your feelings. You could only imagine his taste, and the way he’d feel up against you.

A month later, and you’d finally reached round to your birthday. That night, you sat in his living room, pizza boxes flung to the side, slices in your lap alongside a small tub of mayo. The night air was cold and whispering, the room a dark tint of grey, matching his hair. You’d talked a lot, mumbling through mouthfuls of food, laughing and almost choking from the ridiculously sarcastic jokes he would tell.

In that moment, a slither of sauce had found its way onto your chest, just beneath your collarbone, reaching for your breasts. You could only stare for a second, eager to stay still as to not find your shirt getting stained by the condiment. As you looked around the room for a tissue, you felt a sudden warmth on your skin. Looking down, you found Yoongi, head of hair brushing your neck as his tongue worked at your chest to remove any remnants of food. At first, you tried to take his action lightly, playing it off as a weird joke of his, or something that was spurred on by his intake of alcohol.

As he continued however, you felt less certain that it was just a joke. His tongue now working on the high mounds of your breasts, lips skimming the skin, you felt your breathing start to becoming heavier, chest rising with each stroke of his mouth.

That night, looking back on it, could have easily been encouraged by the alcohol, and the casual nature of the event. But Yoongi had told you, just minutes later, that he was so much more than serious regarding his feelings about you. He had sealed that promise with a hot, wet kiss that ended up pushing you back onto the sofa and leaving the both of you exhausted the next morning.

The next few years ensued in a similiar fashion, the dominating character of the relationship and the sex being his irresistible mouth. In fact, more than his mouth, his tongue.

Nights would be spent, you strung back on the bed, legs bent apart, his head between them. Hours would be spent, his tongue lathering your pussy, sucking on your bud, fingers fucking you deep until you couldn’t see anything anymore but stars.

Some times he would ensue a moment of passion with the element of surprise. he’d come up behind you as you were cooking or reading or drawing and he’d lick a stripe from your neck to the upper curve of your ear. He’d do it so unexpectedly, so slowly and gently that by its end, you would be begging for a more intimate release. Other times he would attack in the moment of pure passion. During an intense moment of making love, he’d sidle down and leave purple petals across your breasts, your nipples aching; or in other moments he’d pull you up onto your face, squeezing your ass, letting his tongue reach deep inside you.

You recall a particular night where he’d littered you in love bites after a massage from a long day of work. You also remember another time where he’d left you so swollen from his tongue, ass up and face clamped between your aching thighs, that you struggled to walk or even communicate the next day.

It truly was a miracle he’d came into your life. Not only because of those sensual, explorative nights where he’d give you more than you ever felt you deserved, but because of so many other things that made him so uniquely and special that you wished you could give him another title that would really sum-up how much he meant to you.

#btswriterscollective #coffeehouseworkshop20 #btscafe20 #yoongixreader #yoongi #suga #min yoongi #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #park jimin #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #jeon jungkook #bts fic #bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi drabble #bts drabble #bts imagines #yoongi imagine

[ramenwheezey]

Things I’m too scared to post on Twitter because I’ll get bombarded with flames:

1. It’s not okay to be heterophobic(and I’m just learning this because a friend pointed it out). If people said “kill all the gays” it’s homophobic and wrong. When we say “kill all ths straights” it’s funny. See how if we reverse the roles it’s not funny anymore? We want to be treated equally, don’t we? And why blame it on us being a minority. Like okay, and? It’s still not okay.

2. Reverse-racism doesn’t exist, but you can be racist to white people. Racism doesn’t apply only to minorities. Like white people can be called crackers, mayo packets, and so many lther names that are supposed to be bad. Literally making fun of us, and it’s fine. When people call black people mocha or chocolate cake, it’s suddenly racist and bad? And most of the time(from my experience) people calling them mocha is more of a way to describe their skintone. Saying “black people are stupid” is racist, but saying “white people are stupid” is not. Why? Why aren’t we being held to the same standards?

3. Why do people instantly think I’m calling people ugly when I call them fat? Here’s an experience I had. I don’t know how we got onto it, but I said “well, my mom is fat” and my friend instantly went, “she’s beautiful!” And I was like “yeah? I never said she wasn’t” “she’s beautiful” “okay? I never called her ugly, I on,y said she was fat.” “No! She’s beautiful!” Like what? I’m literally telling the truth? She’s fat. She’s overweight. Like what do you want me to do. Call her skinny? She’s not. I’m not going to call people bigger because it sounds weird and it doesn’t make sense why I can’t say fat or overweight. Like haveyou ever noticed how people say “well were they.... bigger?” Like they ere trying to avoid something bad? Like avoiding the ter, fat and overweight is just gonna give it more power to it being bad. It’s not bad. It’s a descriptor. Stop avoiding it. It’s not calling someone ugly, it’s describing how they look. It is not bad and it is not good. It is merely a word used to describe.

4. Emoji pronouns. I’m sorry, but what? I’m all for making people comfortable and I’ll probably use emoji pronouns if you want me to, but why? I don’t understand. I don’t really understand noun pronouns, but I still use them to make people feel comfortable. I don’t understand why emojis. Like it’s actually making the community look like a joke. I’ve literally seen comments about how this reminds trans people of the attack helicopter deal. They don’t like it and I can agree that it sounds ridiculous. I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s a good choice. At all.

5. Slurs. My opinion is that no one should say slurs. I don’t think black people should say the n-word, but that’s not my community so I’m not really supposed to have any opinion or say in it. I don’t think the LGBTQ+ community should use the f-slur or d-slur. I don’t think neurodivergent people should use the r-slur, but again I’m not really supposed to have an opinion or say in it. To me, if a word can only be said by certain people, then it should not be said at all. Again, this is just my take. I will not stop anyone from saying any slurs that they have reclaimed. The n-word is racist, yes I completely agree. Black people, and only black people can say the n-word. That’s also eacist in a way. It’s saying that only this group can say this. Only they are allowed. Yes, I get that the slur was used in a derogatory manner towards them, but the again, it’s also strange that they can say it. I find it uncomfortable and strange when other LGBTQ+ people say or call me the f-slur. I knkw that people are reclaiming ut, but it makes me uncomfortable. Like, “oh, I’m gonna say this to help strip away its power.” But they still get upset(rightfully so), when non LGBTQ+ people say it. Like sayinga word isn’t going to make it less offensive. It won’t be made less offensive until we all agree that everyone can say it. I don’t know if I explained that well, but that’s my take.

6. I saw someone make anime characters(specifically mha) black, and it made me uncomfortable. I’m gonna just outright say it. It made me uncomfortable. If someone made a black character white, all hell would break loose. If an asaim charactr was made white, all hell would break loose. Now I don’t lnow about if a black character was made asain, but I’m pretty sure some people would be made and calling them racist. But an Asain or white character is made black? Perfectly fine. I get it, there needs to be representation for black people in anime. But then again, shouldn’t there be representation of white people in anime? I haven’t watched much anime, but I’ve yet to see a white character. Like I agree that not only Asains live in Japan, so there needs to be representation. It’s not normal to only have one race in a story or place. I don’t really even know why it made me uncomfortable to be homest, but it did. Probably because if it were the other way around, it would be flames. Idk really.

7. People scream for representation of gays and poc, but when they get it they aren’t satisfied. Like you wanted gay characters for representation and when Netflix gives us gay characters, it’s suddenly “only to be a token gay” or to “be the gay one” or some stupid reason like that. Like WHAT? YOU wanted a gay character in shows. They are gay and all of a sudden it’s not good enough? And when people want more poc on shows. I completely understand, but also shouldn’t they be judged on theor acting to fit the part rather than being a poc?

8. There was no reason to riot. Literally just making things worse and causing violence. The riots are unnecessary. They won’t help. It’s wrong. It’s also gonna make it harder for you to get what you want. Stay peaceful. Stay kind. Jesus Christ don’t break things or hurt people.

I think that’s all for mow. And I cam already tell I,ma get hate. Oh well. It’s what I think.

#opinion #controversy #whatever #judge my opinions #confession

[thewordwideweb]

Words that should be related...but ain’t

Every now and then, a bunch of words hit my ear that sound like they ought to be related, but usually aren’t. Today is one of those days. 

The first word in the series (“collect ‘em all!”) is “aquafaba.” If you like to cook, and especially if you like to cook vegan recipes, you may already know all about aquafaba. It’s the liquid you get when you cook chickpeas (or several other kinds of dried peas, beans or legumes – also knowns as “pulses”). You can also get aquafaba just by opening a can of chickpeas. 

Even though I usually just dump it down the drain, aquafaba is really useful stuff. In 2014, a French singer named Joël Roessel was looking for egg substitutes. He tried making a foam out of the liquid from red kidney beans, which sort of worked, but wasn’t stable. Meanwhile, a software engineer from Indiana known as Goose Wohlt heard about Roessel’s experiments and discovered that the liquid from cooked chickpeas could make a decent meringue (just add sugar), and it was stable! Wohlt coined the word “aquafaba,’ which is Latin for “bean water.” 

As it turns out, aquafaba can be used in place of egg whites to make everything from vegan meringues, mousses and marshmallows to ice cream, muffins and mayo. In general, we’re told, two tablespoons of aquafaba will replace the white from one medium egg. Who knew? 

While I was thinking about aquafaba (Hey, we’ve been trapped at home by a year-long pandemic. I think about everything these days!), my brain kept shoving the not-entirely-similar word “kayfabe” at me. (If I remember correctly, I thought at first “aquafaba” was pronounced “aqua-fabe, and suspected the two words might be related. So sue me.) 

Anyway, “kayfabe” probably originated in traveling carnivals, but became a popular code word among professional wrestlers in the 1980s. “Kayfabe” refers to a staged performance – like a pro wrestling match – where the actors, performers or combatants pretend it’s real. (Spoiler alert: pro wrestling is a staged or even scripted performance, not a “real” competition.) “Breaking kayfabe” or letting the rubes know that it’s all an act, is a big no-no in pro wrestling. 

While the actual origin of the term “kayfabe” is not known, one popular suggestion is that it is “be fake” spelled sideways. There are several other theories, and I hate them all, so I won’t bother you with them here. 

“Kayfabe,” of course, is not to be confused with “key fob,” the small electronic device that lets you unlock your car door at a distance, open the trunk, and maybe even start your car without having to get into it. The noun “fob” dates back to the mid-17th century and refers to a man’s “small waist pocket for storing valuables.” It also referred to a chain or ribbon or ornament attached to a pocket watch that was kept in that “small waist pocket.” (For the record, “fob” was used as a verb hundreds of years earlier, and the verb “fob,” as in “to fob off,” means to cheat, trick, swindle, to substitute an inferior item for the genuine article.) 

So, even though they have nothing in common, aquafaba begat keyfabe begat key fob. In my fevered mind, at least.

#Word of the day #words #language #humor #aquafaba #chickpeas #kayfabe #pro wrestling #key fob

[nostalgiaispeace]

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First, a few randoms… Do you know anyone who can speak more than 5 languages fluently? no Is there a boiler or heater in the room that you’re in? no

Do you read magazines? no Did you ever get a detention for doing something by accident? no Would you rather write an essay on global warming or UFOs? neither

Have you ever worked with a mixing desk? i have no idea what that is Cheeseburger with fries or Toasty Sandwich and Garlic Sticks? burger with fries Do you like sailing? When was the last time you went, if at all? never been and probably wouldn’t like it. Pokemon; do you like it? Favourite Pokemon? i did when i was a kid. Do you or have you done martial arts? Which type? i did when i was young Can you tell the difference between Japanese and Chinese language? no Strawberry, Raspberry, Blackcurrant or no Jam/Jelly? strawberry Strawberry or Orange Jelly/Jell-O? strawberry Answer with your first response. Don’t look below! Name a colour: orange Town Name: Louisville Girls’ name: Charlotte Type of drink: Coffee A word that begins with ‘L’: lion A film title: Tangled A mood or emotion: sad A type of sandwich: italian Name a Colour Is this your favourite colour? yes Are your eyes this colour? no Is this colour one of the colours in your country’s flag? no Does this colour make you feel the mood/emotion named above? no Are you wearing this colour now? nope Town Do you live in or near this town? i live here Have you ever gone shopping in this town? yeah How many E’s are in the name of this town? one Describe this town in 5 or less words? busy Girls Name Is this the name of a famous celebrity? no Is one of your close friends called this? No.

Would you like this name to be your middle name? no Does this name begin with the same letter of your name? No, What does this name mean- look it up on www.behindthename.com? i don’t want to Name a word, place or another name that rhymes with this name? no Type of Drink Is this the last thing you drank? i wish Do you drink this drink often? before i was pregnant

Does this drink make you hyper? yes What do you like about this drink? everythinggg Word Beginning with L Is this word the name of an emotion? No Does this word have a D in it? nope

Can you hold whatever this thing beginning with L is? baby a baby Does this L word make a noise? yes Another L word that describes your L word? um...lioness? Film Title Is this one of your favourite films? ive never seen it lol Who are the central characters? Who plays them? repunzel ; no idea Do you love this film? again, i’ve never seen it Is this film title either two or three words? no Is there a noun in this film’s title? no Mood or Emotion Do you feel this way now? no Does this describe your life so far? not really A similar mood or emotion to the one you named? upset Are you ashamed or annoyed about feeling this emotion or mood? no

Sandwich Does it contain lettuce? yes

Does it have a sauce in (mayo, salad cream, mustard)? yes When was the last time you had this type of sandwich? weeks ago Does it contain anything the colour you named above? no

#me #survey