Not many of my followers know, but I’m a bartender and after this weekend (and for the last 5 years) I thought I’d make a quick a simple list of bar manners to mind.
If you use a lime after a shot do not stick your gross ass chewed up lime on the bar. Put it back into the shot glass, on a napkin or find a trash can for the love of god.
If you don’t want a straw in your drink, either say so when you order or put in on a napkin or throw it away. Again, do not stick it in your mouth, suck on it and leave your spit straw on the counter. Have you no manners?
Don’t yell. Use your manners.
I know it looks like I will never look into your beautiful, drink starved eyes, but I can see you even if I’m not looking at you. Trust me.
If I am not looking at you, I’m not taking your order.
If I look at your eyes, that’s a sign that I’m ready to take your order. Which I am not, so don’t wave your hand in front of my face to make me look at you. I might forget what I’m doing an take even longer. You’re only hurting yourself.
If you are ordering multiple drinks, order them all at once. Not one at a time. You get your drinks faster and everyone around you can get served faster as well. It’s a win-win.
I don’t care what you drink, honestly. Like, drink a long island. Or a lemon drop. It makes my gut hurt because sugar. But I Don’t Care. And neither should you, so don’t make shitty comments the person next to you when they order.
Unless you’re putting red bull in grey goose. Save yourself some cash and just get well vodka.
I take it back, there was one time someone ordered a pint glass of half & half and a shot of malibu rum in it and I thought i was going to die.
If I ask you if you want a back/chaser for your shot I’m not questioning your masculinity or giving you a test. I just want to know. It’s easier to do it all at once.
I don’t know that one special drink at another bar, but tell me what you like about it and I’ll try to find you an alternative.
Please. Please don’t ask me to just pour you whatever. Especially when it’s busy. I have to hold back the urge to pour you a shot of grape pucker and call it a day.
If you ask me for a “girly” or “pussy” drink I will pour you fernet branca because I am both girly, in possession of a vagina and that’s all I drink. You’ll regret it.
If you order something gay I will pour you whiskey because that’s what all my gay male friends drink. They also drink fernet as well. It’s a toss up there.
In fact. I serve women, gay men/women and straight dudes all about the same when it comes to whiskey. It’s strange how gender and sexuality have nothing to do with the types of alcohol you drink.
The correct terminology you are looking for is “fruity” or “mixed”
Anyway. Someone once asked for both. After I responded with fernet to his “pussy” shot request, he ordered a “gay” shot.
So I told him I’d make him a gay shot called a dick in his mouth.
I did.
He told me it was “a little stiff”
I told him if there’s a dick in his mouth, you better hope it’s stiff.
maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)
reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about
maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?
I just would like to thank everyone who ever reblogs this so that it somehow ends up back on my dash because I usually need the reminder (especially the drinking water one)
I highly recommend a reread because Harry is freaking hilarious. I mean, not always obviously, but he certainly has his moments. He has a very dry sort of humor and I just love that. Also, I trimmed it down, but sorry if it’s a bit long:
“They stuff people’s heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall,” he told Harry. “What to come upstairs and practice?” “No thanks,” said Harry, “The poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick.”
The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in grey water. “What’s this?” he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question. “Your new school uniform,” she said. Harry looked in the bowl again. “Oh,” he said, “I didn’t realize it had to be so wet.”
At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching towards the dungeon ceiling. “I don’t know,” said Harry quietly. “I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you try her?”
“You don’t use your eyes, any of you, do you?” she snapped. “Didn’t you see what it was standing on?” “The floor?” Harry suggested.
“Professor McGonagall told me about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?” “A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir,” said Harry, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Malfoy’s face. “And it’s really thanks to Malfoy here that I’ve got it.”
“I know what day it is,” Dudley repeated, coming right up to him.” “Well done,” said Harry. “So you’ve finally learned the days of the week.”
“Why’re you staring at the hedge?” he said suspiciously. “I’m trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire,” said Harry.
He rolled down the window, the night air whipping his hair, and looked back at the shrinking rooftops of Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were all hanging, dumbstruck, out of Harry’s window. “See you next summer!” Harry yelled.
“There you are! Where have you been? The most ridiculous rumors – someone said you’d been expelled for crashing a flying car!” “Well we haven’t been expelled,” Harry assured her.
“Oh no, not you,” he moaned. “Doesn’t know what he’s saying,” said Lockhart loudly to the anxious crowd of Gryffindors pressing around them. “Not to worry, Harry, I’m about to fix your am.” “No!” said Harry. “I’ll keep it like this thanks…”
Lockhart cuffed Harry merrily on the shoulder. “Just do what I did, Harry!” “What, drop my wand?”
“Are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, Hermione?” asked Harry, while Ron sniggered. Hermione ignored them.
They swilled the dregs around as Professor Trelawney had instructed, then drained the cups and swapped over. “Right,” said Ron as they both opened their books at pages five and six. “What can you see in mine?” “A load of soggy brown stuff,” said Harry.
“That means you’re going to have ‘trials and suffering’ – sorry about that – but there’s a thing that could be the sun. Hang on… that means ‘great happiness’ … so you’re going to suffer but be very happy…”
“When you’ve all finished deciding whether I’m going to die or not!”
“It was your head, Potter. Floating in midair.” There was a long silence. “Maybe he’d better go to Madam Pomfrey,” said Harry. “If he’s seeing things like – “
“Potter! Weasley! Will you pay attention?” … The bell was due to ring any moment, and Harry and Ron, who had been having a sword fight with a couple of Fred and George’s fake wands at the back of the class, looked up, Ron holding a tin parrot and Harry, a rubber haddock.
“I’ll wait for you, Harry, shall I?” “No, it’s okay, Mr. Bagman,” said Harry, suppressing a smile, “I think I can find the castle on my own, thanks.”
“Listening to the news! Again?” “Well, it changes every day, you see,” said Harry.
“Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig that’s been taught to walk on its hind legs? ‘Cause that’s not cheek, Dud, that’s true…”
“I’ve left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry -” “They won’t.” “That you’re safe -” “That’ll just depress them.” “- and that you’ll see them next summer.” “Do I have to?”
“You’re Harry Potter,” she added. “I know I am,” said Harry.
“You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.” “Yeah,” said Harry, “but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone.”
“We shouldn’t have taken the stupid subject in the first place,” said Harry.“ “Still, at least we can give it up now.” “Yeah,” said Harry. “No more pretending we care what happens when Jupiter and Uranus get too friendly…”
“You’re dead, Potter.” Harry raised his eyebrows. “Funny,” he said, “you’d think I’d have stopped walking around.”
“I wouldn’t go in the kitchen just now,” she warned him. “There’s a lot of Phlegm around.” “I’ll be careful not to slip in it,” Harry smiled.
“Do you remember me telling you we are practicing nonverbal spells, Potter?” “Yes,” said Harry stiffly. “Yes, sir.” “There’s no need to call me ‘sir,’ Professor.”
“No,” said Harry. “No, I suppose that’s true. But wasn’t that dishonest, Hermione? I mean, you’re a prefect, aren’t you?” “Oh, be quiet,” she snapped, as he smirked.
“My whole family are blood traitors! That’s as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters!” “And they’d love to have me,” said Harry sarcastically “We’d be best pals if they didn’t keep trying to do me in.”
“She’ll ban you from the library if you’re not careful. Why did you have to bring that stupid book?” “It’s not my fault she’s barking mad, Hermione. Or d'you think she overheard you being rude about Filch? I’ve always thought there was something going on between them…”
“Nice,” he said. “Classy. You should definitely wear it in front of Fred and George.” “If you tell them,” said Ron, shoving the necklace out of sight under his pillow, “I - I - I’ll -” “Stutter at me?” said Harry, grinning. “Come on, would I?”
“Promise me you’ll look after yourself…. Stay out of trouble….” “I always do, Mrs. Weasley,” said Harry. “I like the quiet life, you know me.”
“I told her it’s a Hungarian Horntail,” said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. “Much more macho.” “Thanks,” said Harry, grinning. “And what did you tell her Ron’s got?” “A Pygmy Puff, but I didn’t say where.”
“Six years ter the day since we met, Harry, d'yeh remember it?” “Vaguely,” said Harry, grinning up at him. “Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?”
1. Stop slandering our natural features. Stop with the dark skin jokes. Stop with the natural hair jokes. Stop dehumanizing black women for our features. Black women–especially young black girls–internalize these “jokes” and grow to sincerely hate their blackness. Cut it out.
2. Respect our choices. All of them. You don’t have to like it but you need to respect it. If we choose to wear our natural hair, respect it. If we choose to wear weave, respect it. Stop chastising us for the choices we make for ourselves. Stop policing how we choose to live our lives. Let us be great. Gahdamn.
3. Stop with the respectability politics. You can’t say you love black women and then pick and choose which black women you’ll respect based on your standards. You still give a black woman respect regardless of how she chooses to live her life. You respect all black women because we are human just like you, not just the ones who wear natural hair, listen to erykah badu and shit.
4. No means no. If you approach a black woman and she says she’s not interested, oh my fucking god, my nigga, just leave her alone. Move on. Let it go. Please do not persist. Take the rejection gracefully. Don’t call her out name, don’t follow her, don’t assault her. Let her be. She doesn’t owe you an explanation. Her “no” is enough and you will deal my friend.
5. LISTEN. Bruh, when black women are telling you something you’re doing is harming them, can you put your ego aside and just L I S T E N. Why is that your first reaction is to get defensive? If you love black women like you say you do, wouldn’t you want to know when you’re doing something harmful to them? Stop getting defensive every time a black woman calls out your misogynoir. Stop brushing that off as “bashing black men.” Stop calling black women “shea butter bitches” for calling out how you harm black women. Black women are just asking for empathy at the end of the day. That’s the least you can do.
6. Stop slut-shaming. Stop shaming black women for their sexuality. Stop calling black women “thots” and all kinds of hoes because her sex life is something YOU disagree with or because she presents herself in a way that conflicts with YOUR standards. Someone’s sexuality has nothing to do with you and you don’t have the right to police what a woman does with her body. Stop reducing a black woman’s worth because you don’t like what she does with HER body.
7. Understand that our identity intersects. Stop telling black women they have to “pick a side.” Black women aren’t black men or white women’s “side kicks.” We are our own people with our own unique struggle that, yes, may have similarities to BM’s and WW’s struggles, but is not identical to theirs. We are black and we are women. You can’t be an ally to black women and not be intersectional when our existence is the epitome of intersectionality. Black women don’t just experience racial violence, we experience gender violence as well. Stop insisting that we have to divide our identity down the middle to suit you.
8. Say something when you see black women being attacked. When you see black women being harassed online and offline, do something. Ya’ll gotta start holding each other accountable. Stop @-ing me telling me how terrible it is that I’m being attacked. @ ole dude who’s attacking me. Tell them to stop. Have my back. Intervene in the best possible way you can. Stop allowing the violence against black women to persist right in front of your eyes.
9. Please kill the “strong black woman” narrative. Placing this title on us constantly, denies us humanity. Black women aren’t allowed to be vulnerable like everyone else. We’re constantly told be strong or we’re written off as only angry and bitter. We’re told how we’re suppose to feel and how to respond to violence against us. Black women are humans. We laugh, we cry, we smile. We can’t be your idea of “strong” all the time.
10. Show up for black women. Black women consistently show up for everyone else but when it comes time for us, hardly anyone is there to be found. Police brutality doesn’t just happen to black men. Recognize it. Know the names of the many black female victims of state violence. Know their stories. Share their stories. Fight for them like you fight for Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, and Sean Bell. Fight for black women like black women fight for you. Organize and show up for black women. Stop leaving us hanging. Stop expecting our support and giving us little to none in return.
I just read this super sad post about this girl who’s asexual and married and everyone is basically telling her that she doesn’t deserve her husband/she’s just a prude/she should just do it anyway.
So I want to tell you all right now that if people tell you this, or if they tell you you’ll never have a relationship, it is BULLSHIT.
My husband is asexual and I’m not. He’s sex repulsed, we don’t have sex, we never have.
And it doesn’t matter to me. You know what does? He does. His mental health and wellbeing matter to me. Because he is my best friend and he’s one of the smartest, kindest, funniest people I’ve ever met. And he’s had people tel him that he’s broken and it makes me SO ANGRY because they are WRONG.
Being different doesnt mean you’re broken.
If you don’t like sex/don’t want it/etc. Do not let anyone tell you that you’re inferior because you’re not.
Do not let anyone convice you that you’ll never have a relationship because they’re wrong(if you want one).
You are not broken, and it will be okay.
This made me feel really good. Remember this, for all my ace spectrum friends out there
I can’t stress to you how fucking important it is to tell your child you’re proud of them TO THEIR FACE. Don’t fucking wait until the moment they go into hysterics. Don’t wait until they tell you that they don’t think you’re proud of them. FUCKING TELL THEM EVERY DAY. Even if it’s something you don’t understand, and they’re BEAMING, you fucking tell that child you’re proud of them. Don’t wait until it’s too late.
What if aliens visited Earth during the Jurassic Period, found it to be occupied with a bunch of mean, giant lizards and thought “Well, fuck this planet” and never came back?
what if when humans went out into the galaxy all the aliens panicked because if the dinosaurs’ tiny fur snacks now had spaceships and laser blasters and interstellar colonies then what the fuck were the dinosaurs up to???
I work with people who have HIV as a part of my job. If you have HIV please remember:
HIV can be controlled by medications for a super long time (think 30 years+). It is more like getting a diabetes diagnosis than a death sentence.
No matter how your infection happened you deserve to live and have a happy life.
By federal law in the United States there is tons of resources to help you get medication for FREE.
You can find partners who will accept you and love you.
You can have children who are born HIV-. If a child is born in a first world county with medical care the likelyhood of transmission is rediculously low.
On medication your likelyhood of infecting others decreases significantly depending on your viral load.
PEP and PrEP are exciting things to look into to be able to have unprotected sex and prevent transmission.
HIV does not have to be central to your identity.
People who take their medication like prescribed can actually have as few as 2 doctor appointments a year for their condition !
Don’t let stigma, fear and lack of education get you down! You are a wonderful person and can achieve wonderful things. Don’t give up.
And if you don’t know your status please get tested. Please!
so yesterday i asked my mom if we could go to the movies and pretend to be famous so she was like okay and we saw trainwreck and we put on black leggins and sweatshirts and put the hoods up and then we had my brother come with us to be our *bodyguard* and one of my friends met us at the movies and like pretended to fangirl bc she was in on it and begged us for pictures and like 20 people after that took pictures with us and said how much of a fan they were im not even famous smh
Aries: Join the Skeleton War
Taurus: Join the Skeleton War
Gemini: Join the Skeleton War
Cancer: Join the Skeleton War
Leo: Join the Skeleton War
Virgo: Join the Skeleton War
Libra: Join the Skeleton War
Scorpio: Join the Skeleton War
Sagittarius: Join the Skeleton War
Capricorn: Join the Skeleton War
Aquarius: Join the Skeleton War
Pisces: Join the Skeleton War
my mother, whilst pregnant, was exposed to unvaccinated kids who had measles. She got the virus, but my brother (26 weeks of gestation) was affected by the virus.
he has a degenerative neurological disorder called neuronal migration. My brother has cerebral palsy, epilepsy, and autism. He’s in a wheelchair. We communicate via sign language. he has fits. My brother, at 17, may catch a cold that’ll kill him. he’s nearly died twice because of pneumonia. He had a seizure last year, fell out of bed, and fractured his collarbone.
At the age of fourteen, I and my father had panic attacks when my brother had a seizure. His heart stopped. I, at fourteen, had to act the parent because my father was catatonic with grief because he thought he was losing his son.
vaccinate your fucking kids you selfish bastards.
you have no idea
NONE. AT ALL.
about the pain my parents suffer because my poor brother is so ill.
con:
full two minute long opening credit sequences like it's cool the first time maybe netflix but why does it have to be so long like do a full run the first time fine but after that just flash us the title u know your audience is binge watching this anyway u practically invented the binge watch so why does the content you created specifically for your platform contain such excessively long credits that the viewer is just gonna skip over anyway come on now
‘Hey bastard this store is already closed oh wait you’re hot
never mind please do come in’ AU
‘I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and
you step in and stand up for me’ AU
‘I can feel you silently judging me as you ring up my
purchases I swear I’m not using these for their intended purpose’ au
‘Why does this cost TEN DOLLARS THIS IS AN OUTRAGE’ AU
Hairdresser
AU
‘You’re my
regular customer and I’m in love with the feel of your hair’ AU
“Rumor has
it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair
day so that’s why I’m here’ AU
Gift store AU
‘Why the fuck are you choosing that for a gift to your crush’ AU
‘You walk in and offer to pay me to wrap your gifts’ AU
Florist AU
‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower
and give it to me’ AU
‘I work part-time in a flower shop and you keep asking me about
what this flower means in flower language and I honestly don’t know so you end
up giving me a lesson’ AU
Jewellery shop AU
'You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece are you
loaded to the gills what the fuck man’ AU
‘I’m the employee and this is the first time ever I’ve met
you but you buy me a necklace saying the gem compliments my eyes’ AU
Coffee Shop AU
I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your
barista’ AU
'You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the
times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly
horrible ways’ AU
'You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black
coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip it and you never
finish your drink are you trying to look mature or something’ AU
'Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking
in’ AU
Bakery AU
'Your love of strawberry shortcake really doesn’t match your
appearance but i still think that’s really cute’ AU
'Every morning you walk in and inhale deeply then walk back
out seriously just buy something already’ AU
Drug Store/Chemist AU
'You embarrassedly place your items into the counter so I
call a price check just to make you feel more awkward, but it turns out one of your
items were actually overpriced’ AU
Bartender AU
'You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping
something into my drink’ AU
‘I ask you to concoct something from all the ingredients on the list i gave you and it
ends up tasting so horrible and wrong that i can’t stop laughing’ AU
Teacher AU
We’re both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how
many gifts we’ve received from students and you’ve won for the past three
years’ AU
'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’
AU
Writer AU
I’m a writer and when it gets close to my deadlines I neglect
taking care of myself so you’ll pop in my house every so often to make sure I’m
doing okay’ AU
Fast food Chain AU
‘You just ordered a smile and I look at you like you’re
batshit insane before bursting out into laughter’ AU
‘You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you
hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the
cone’ AU
‘We have a free refill policy for soft drink and you’ve
prepared several empty bottles what the fuck’ AU
Corner Shop AU
‘I see you come in here every day to buy the same drink and
one day I leave a message on the bottle’ AU
‘You run in looking really panicked and you ask for 6
gallons of milk why’ AU
Restaurant AU
‘You’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so
nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you’ AU
‘You’ve always been a good cook so I encouraged your start
your own restaurant and seven years down the track you own one of the most successful
businesses’ AU
Idol/Manger AU
‘I’m your manager and holy shit you have crazy fans’ AU
‘You’re an idol and you got the lead role in a romance drama
and you practice at my expense’ AU
‘Can you please act appropriately do you know just how many
of your fuck ups I’ve had to cover up last week’ AU
Firefighter AU
‘You’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re
begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ AU
“No that’s impossible
how the fuck did you manage to get it to catch fire?!” AU
Sex Line Operator AU
‘I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very
soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ AU
‘I have a very
cute neighbour and very thin walls and
one day I call you and err your moans
are very synchronised with my
neighbour’s’ AU
And Finally:
You’re a drug lord and I think I’ve just walked into your
drug den’ AU
Daemon - The only one you’re appropriating is Pullman and by appropriating Pullman you’re upsetting no-one, save possibly the Pope.
Patronus - Wizards everywhere are more than willing to lend you this term and the geekiness is an added bonus. I just read that geeks are sexy, or so the Metro, so, there you go, a patronus is clearly your next ascribed accessory.
just a heads up, if i ever weird you out on any level, too friendly, too flirty, anything at all, i encourage you to be very vocal towards me about it to make sure i dont continue to make you uncomfortable. i dont want anyone feeling like im not someone they can trust and be comfortable around.
Normalize vocalizing discomfort.
Last weekend, a guy that at that point I’d known for about 24 hours called me “darling“. I could tell he didn’t mean anything by it, but I (politely) asked that he not do that because I don’t like it. He looked surprised and got a little defensive - “oh, I call all my friends that!“ “Okay, well I’d still rather you didn’t“ “oh well harumph harumph sorry”
whereas the exchange should have gone
“blah blah blah, darling“
“oh please don’t call me that, I don’t care for that“
“oh I’m sorry, I won’t do that“ CONTINUE CONVERSATION
Normalize vocalizing discomfort.
Yep yep yep. I’ve literally had people give me weird looks because I correct them when they try to shorten my name. My own family members don’t call me by any nickname.
School:
haha there is no need for students to be stressed out about the exams .....,,,,, they r well prepared if they did the 12 hours of homework daily
Students:
if i throw myself down these stairs i have three more weeks to study
reasons i disagree with natasha being on team tony:
her speech at the end of catws saying how the government wasn’t going to arrest any of them bc they need them doesn’t sound like she’s all for superhero accountability
aware of the presence of hydra (possibly in the government) and how that could put registered people at risk
she’s shown little or no trust to the people on team iron man (as opposed to the level of trust she has with clint/steve); trust is a common theme in natasha’s characterization and is an important part of her relationships
not a reason i disagree with natasha being on team tony:
If anyonein California is interested in adopting a dog or a cat, Kerns County Animal Shelter ( one of the most disgraceful shelters in California ) is being shut down. Dogs are being sold for 15$ and cats for 5$ ( all are fixed with shots. )
today there was a “flash mob” set up by the seniors because it was their second to last day so they blasted the macarena over the loud speaker and did the dance in the main lobby but our headmaster knew about it so it wasn’t even funny but whilst walking past the elevator i found out why they really did this so called “flash mob”