#and the menu is in the highlights

[hehosts-moved]

HAL’S PARFUM GIVEAWAY — THANKS FOR ALMOST 4 YEARS!

within the next month or so, ren will have been established for four years on tumblr. that's an awesome feat. i've made a lot of great connections here, have started a manga, and have started a parfum (perfume) business all within that time (and more). to celebrate, i want to do a giveaway of something more tangible than my usual prizes of digital goods.

here's the deal: 2 winners, 2 prizes. random generated / non-bias.

prize 1: a custom parfum made by me for whatever you want. this can be a signature scent, a custom for a canon or oc, your own creation, an attempt at a recreation of a currently marketed perfume (britney spears or something), etc. my idea is that i'll limit scents to around 6, unless i decide the blend calls for more. most blends have 3-7 scents anyways. please note that i don't have every single scent in the world, especially in the ways that i am sourcing them to be at the highest quality, thus not every scent is available at that standard. i have a huge library, so i can always substitute.

prize 2: a pre-made parfum off my menu, which you can find on my IG highlights or on our website — both show what they are, what's in them, what fandom they're for, etc.

when will you get your prizes? pre-mades are asap, unless they want to wait for something to be restocked. customs will be made in february when i have time off, as well as have ordered a full scent and bottle restock. we'll talk shop throughout that time to make sure that the concept is solid. also, be patient with me. i get busy.

a quick aside ... these are vegan, pet-friendly, organic, all-natural parfums. they are essential oil rollers using grapeseed as the carrier with slight vitamin e. be transparent about allergies. in addition, i use only organic essential oils and IFRA-approved fragrance oils, meaning they're basically non-american products that are held to a higher standard, thus not containing carcinogens or parabens. i make these all myself.

important links: my IG and our store — both have menus for the parfums, including what's in stock.

to enter, you have to ... like this post at least, though you can reblog it as entry. you have to be following me. if you unfollow me after winning, that's bad news bears. if you follow me just for this giveaway only to unfollow after, again ... don't do it. let's keep it clean. also, it'd be nice if we'd at least have interacted or talked, but it's not required. just be my mutual.

giveaway ends february 1st ... that's enough time, right?

pictured above is tomoe from kamisama kiss.

[onyxbird]

Saw a mention of "Thief juice: it's a mouth crime" in the Leverage tag and it sparked a glorious thought:

Brewpub menu using con names

A fair number of them look like straight-forward descriptions, nothing notable except perhaps the unusual inclusion of "the" before all of them, e.g., The Cuban Sandwich, The Cherry Pie, and The Apple Pie (most customers don't understand why the apple pie crust vents/decorations sometimes resemble life preservers, but it certainly doesn't occur to them to connect it to the very literal name).

Things turn significantly more confusing for most patrons with other menu items. Customers familiar enough with con-artist lingo recognize some of the established con names enough to figure out the naming theme, and some of them can guess at associations between some of the food and their namesake cons, but for the most part it's a mystery.

"The Fiddle Game" is Eliot's chili, at Parker's insistence. Hardison was initially a little concerned, since the "fiddle" is supposed to be an overvalued item that is actually essentially worthless, and, Parker, maybe we shouldn't be applying that to any of Eliot's food? But after Eliot gruffly cut him off and tried to pretend he wasn't a little choked up about it, Hardison decided not to stand in the way of Parker insights. (And he supposed she had technically named the chili after the con, not the fiddle itself, and the con was solid. A classic.)

No one on staff quite understands the private joke between the owners and head chef about using horsemeat in "The Lost Heir" burger--they all know it's actually bison.

And, finally, one of the most baffling to their clientele is also one of Eliot's few suggestions of non-literal con names for food, and an ongoing good-natured argument between Eliot and Hardison: Splitting a sandwich between two people with sides of soup or salad is "The Vegas Wake-Up Call." (It's like the Cuban Sandwich, but "the boyfriend shows up").

(BTW, for anyone else needing to reference Leverage con names, @glen-reeder compiled a list.)

[spandexinspace]

Am I enabling my colleagues' incompetence or did they just save all of their tech issues for the poor IT guy who came by every other week before I started there. Because today my coworker actually seemed to get mad when I told her I was too busy to rearrange the ribbon menu in outlook for her and just explained how she could do it herself instead. And she still didn't do it.

[icewindandboringhorror]

just a few little bits from the past few days

[ellraiser]

BUGS

[vancalox]

combat looks so fucking good. so happy for warrior gang and their ultimate ability "BOMB THEM" <3 congrats

[analog-cottage-gore]

N

anyway normalize women not wanting children as a happy ending

[beingjellybeans]

A Midweek Reunion at Wildflour Six/NEO BGC: Great Food, Great Friends, Great Memories

Reuniting with old friends is always special, but when your group is made up of former coworkers who have all gone on to different career paths, it feels even more meaningful. Over the years, we’ve stayed close despite everyone moving to different companies. Even though our schedules are hectic, we make it a point to meet up at least once a year to catch up on life and everything in…

[xumoonhao]

I THINK ALL THE JS FOR MY LAYOUT IS DONE 🥹🥹🥹

[scolek]

google is just broken. none of the places it says has calzones on the menu actually do.

[mlleclaudine]

The Dish with Kish (s21e08)

[actionyak]

went to an Italian restaurant with my family but I wasn't in the mood for pasta so I got a burger, and let me tell you they have no right making a burger and fries better than almost any actual burger place I've ever been to but damned if they didn't do it anyway

[s-cullayy]

I am compelled by the divorced chilaquiles….what do they know……

[itadoring]

Toji remains seated on the carpet with his children's small toy table in front of him, too small to allow him to even place both of his hands on it.

“What would you like to order sir?” asks Megumi holding a crayon and notepad full of drawings, and looks at his father with a serious expression, or at least tries to.

Toji parts his thin lips for a brief moment and looks at the paper with coloured lines that should, in theory, represent the menu of the well-known restaurant “Fushigurosʼ Restaurant”.

“Is it possible to have the special of the day?” he asks as he carefully searches for the right words and smiles, highlighting the scar on his right side.

With a quick nod of his head, Megumi walks over to his three-year-old sister and informs her of their customer's request. In response, the little girl turns to him, looks at him from head to toe with her big green eyes and shakes her head slightly, causing her black hair to move as well.

After this dramatic reaction, her brother goes to the table and reports the cook's reply. “Well, the dish of the day is made of,” he pauses briefly and pretends to read the note scribbled a moment before, “biscuits and water.” he finishes by flashing a smile.

“Biscuits and water?” repeats Toji and nods slowly. “Alright thank you.” he finally says and, again, Megumi walks over to his little sister.

The latter starts mumbling and with every word spoken her brother nods and agrees. Toji does not know exactly what the two are saying to each other but he can't help but smile.

“Oh, there's a tea party?” your voice catches the attention of the three raven-haired who turn towards you; your two children happily run over and hug you as if they haven't seen you in years while your husband remains seated next to the toy table.

“Mummy, Daddy has so many demands!��� the little one complains and her lips form a pout as she looks towards her confused father.

[the-littlest-wayne]

I might as well, since I'm apparently not going anywhere.

SUPERSONS FOREVER!

[quarterlifekitty]

ok but what happens if/when Simon’s down for the count after a rough op, and it’s more than a little while until his worried nonverbal gf is allowed to see him. does soap step up? make sure she’s taken care of until Simon recovers? reassure her than Simon will be ok in the end? i MUST know, desperate to find out how this affects their dynamic

(Note: I’m gonna start referring to reader as selectively mute because I was made aware that this is a more accurate description!)

So, to be quite clear, I think she can take care of herself. She’s a whole adult. Simon knows this, and Soap does too. But the real question is what bullshit is Soap’s hindbrain telling him?

It’s that her mate’s down for the count and as a fellow pack member, he’s responsible for stepping up to provide. But he’s trying his best not to crowd!! He knows his LT would kick his ass for that. So he’s dropping by once a day, telling her exactly where he’ll be and when in case she needs him, and says to call him any time, for any reason at all.

She’s just nodding and humming affirmatively occasionally, and she leads him around the house. Eventually he figures out that she’s bringing him stuff to bring for Simon— because Soap is in his unit, he can visit, but civilians like her can’t (live in my magical reality where this is how the military works for a sec). He thinks she looks like a pretty bird— gathering up the best of the nesting things for her man.

He’ll ask if she wants him to stick around for a while, and she doesn’t say anything, but he can see her grind her teeth a bit. And it’s like another little pin inside the lock of his mind clicks into place.

“Know what, bonnie? Dinnae feel like goin’ out today, actually. Errands sound like a fuckin’ ballache right now. Gonna stick around if y’dinnae mind.”

He orders dinner for the two of them— there are some menus stuck on the fridge that have some highlights and underlines in them. There’s a little asterisk and a note in Ghost’s chicken scratch. Safe foods (haha what if I said she had food anxiety too. Then what heehee). So he just orders a few things— he’s a trash can, more than happy to eat whatever she doesn’t want. Puts on a movie he remembers— some ghibli-type thing that was relaxing enough to put her to sleep when they watched it during movie night.

The true mark of progression in their relationship? He keeps blabbing, sure, but he doesn’t try to placate her with words. He just keeps the little activities coming so the time can pass without her noticing.

And Simon doesn’t even have to ask to know that Soap’s been looking after you. He smells like you. That brown sugar milk tea kinda smell.

“How’s my birdie? You been keepin’ her good company, Johnny?”

“You know it only takes her about a day to finish a thousand piece puzzle? Too fuckin’ smart, she is.” Simon chuckles to himself.

“Good man.”