#busboys

[shrimpscocktail]

shooting busboys...

all pictures are from theo von's instagram account, the last one's from tim dillon's

[nouverx]

I cannot stop drawing Alastor help me

[morningstarwrites]

sleepless nights

[cubbihue]

so pixies regularly try to take over fairyworld is timmy on the pixie side?

At first, Timmy was adamantly against the Pixies. He'd tell Jorgen every time he got a notice of their plans to take over Fairyworld, and work to stop it! But it gets a bit harder to resist against your own court the longer you hang out with them.

In the present time, Timmy schedules to be out of FairyWorld during their takeovers. He doesn't try to stop them, but also refuses to be anywhere near when it happens.

He... doesn't like how he's slowly starting to cheer for them. Or how their arguments are becoming more convincing. Or how he's struggling to recall why he was so against them to begin with.

There will come a point where he becomes an active participant. Timmy worries that it's coming sooner than he'd like.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[celeryman6]

Seamus, after work at the bar 🍀

Uncropped and high-res versions on my Patreon!

[steven-myself]

"54" - Adel Bouteldja photographed by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine

[dirtgrubber]

we know, charlie

pose ref @croxovergoddess

[the-ipre]

hello everyone i have begun to rotate a dead boy detectives restaurant au, mainly because im putting edwin on expediting and crystal as a waitress and i think they might kill each other

[cringefailvox]

I'm still not really sure that Lucifer's digs about Alastor being a busboy/bellhop were *genuinely* intended to be racist or classist- since the only indications that Alastor isn't white thus far are all out-of-series- but. Do you think he'd ever play the Race Card with Lucifer and tell Charlie that her dad is being microaggressive.

alastor would wait patiently until lucifer had dug himself a hole not even angel could claw his way back out of, everyone wincing and averting their eyes, husk very carefully wiping at an imaginary spot on the counter with intense focus, etc before finally turning and making some kind of glib comment past lucifer, at charlie, about how he thought racism was a human flaw, hm, interesting! looks like even in death, us lowly sinners have to endure such senseless bigotry from our king, no less! and then he turns into shadows and lets charlie handle whatever happens next

[bleucaesura]

I’ve kept meaning to say something about this lyric from Hell’s Greatest Dad since I first heard the song a year ago.

Who needs a busboy

Now that you’ve got the chef?

Um… EVERYONE???! 🤯🤬🤣😅

Lucifer. Baby. Precious out-of-touch ‘man’… 🤦‍♀️

Anyone who has worked in a restaurant, or any food service place - large or small - KNOWS you can’t cook the food and serve/bus the tables too!

I completely understand it’s funny and he’s a derpy dude, but it had to be said 🤣

For anyone who might be like “mm. Yes. 🤔 Man has a point. 🧐”… He does not. 🤣

Just drives home the idea (for me) that they’re all necessary in their roles if the Hotel is going to succeed.

[insert High School Musical 🎶 We’re All In This Together 🎶 ]

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Bar/Restaurant AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 10, word count 1000

The restaurant Remus worked in was swanky. It was the most expensive in the city. He was only a busboy, but he loved it.

The Potters may be famous, but they had kind hearts. Effie was the head chef and prided herself on her perfect, delicious food. She often boxed food up for Remus to take home with him. He was certain she cooked most of it just for him. Monty ran the front of house, ensuring everything flowed and the customers were all happy. He always had a cheerful wink for Remus and a hug when he arrived.

The last Potter was their son, James. He and James had hit it off instantly, and he thought that was probably what got him the job in the first place. James worked the bar and helped Remus clear the tables when he was having a bad day. He loved the Potters and happily put up with their snobby customers just to spend time with them. 

One evening, the richest family in London darkened their doors. 

Walburga Black swooped in, closely followed by her husband Orion and her youngest son Regulus. Her eldest made a B-line for the bar. 

“Sirius!” She barked. Sirius immediately turned away from James and got back in line behind his father, but not before catching Remus’s eye and grinning at him. 

She seated her family without waiting to be shown. Walburga Black did not like to be told where she could and could not go. She clicked her fingers in Remus’s direction. He looked around. Monty was busy with another customer. Marlene and Mary were carrying plates of food to a big party. She clicked her fingers again. 

“Finally,” She snapped. “Champagne and three whisky neats.” Remus stood frozen to the spot, unsure what to do. A hand squeezed his. He looked down and saw the eldest son’s hand moving back to the table to fiddle with his fork. Remus walked shakily to the bar and gave James the order. 

“Breathe Remus. It’s fine. Just make sure they always have drinks.” James said as he placed the drinks on a tray. 

“Wait. What do you mean?” Remus paled. 

“You’ll have to be their waiter while they’re here. She hates having multiple people waiting on them. Please, Remus. They always leave a good tip, and it’s all yours.” James put his hands together and pleaded silently to Remus. Remus grabbed the tray of drinks and served the drinks.

“Menus,” She ordered. Mary brushed past him, forcing four menus into his hand. Quickly, he passed them around the table. Sirius's fingers brushed his hand as he took his, making Remus nearly knock over Regulus’s drink. He moved away so he wasn’t hovering. Monty caught his eye, and he went to stand by him. 

“Sorry, kid. They’re early. I thought we’d be alright. You okay?” He put a comforting hand on Remus’s shoulder. Remus nodded. “Better go back over. I think she’s ready to order.” Remus hurried back to their table. He was lucky he had a good memory as they all wanted changes and substitutions to their meals. He smiled pleasantly at each of them as he took their menus back. Sirius’s fingers brushed his again, but he was prepared this time. He hurried to put their order in before he forgot anything. 

When the ticket got to the kitchen, he heard Effie slam a pan down. She hated people messing with her food. 

“Oh, dear,” Monty groaned gently. “Remus, love. I don’t suppose…” Remus grinned at him. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” He pushed through the door and into the shining kitchen. 

Effie looked flustered as she peered at the ticket and stirred something that smelled amazing in a giant pot. 

“Hello, darling,” Effie cooed when she spotted him. “Do you have any idea whose ticket this is?” She pointed at the piece of paper next to him. 

“It’s the Black Family.” Effie raised her eyes to the ceiling and took a deep breath. 

“Alright people. We have the Black family order. Let’s make it perfect, people!” She pushed a chocolate mousse in front of Remus and a little spoon. He happily ate it as he watched Effie in her element. 

She got their first courses out in record time, and Remus took them out after explaining that he was taking care of them. 

He placed the food in front of the correct person and refreshed their drinks.

Remus hurried around, clearing the tables he’d neglected and re-setting them. He felt a rush of gratitude as he caught Marlene, Mary, Monty and James all clearing tables with him.

He kept a careful eye on his table and, much to his surprise, got through the entire meal without any mishaps. 

When it came time for them to pay the bill, he slipped it onto the table between Mr and Mrs Black. She picked up the small folder and glared down at the bill. She laid down a small stack of notes and rose from her chair. Orion put £100 into Remus’s hand and followed his wife. 

“Fleamont,” She stopped in front of Monty. Remus noticed the nervousness of his smile. 

“Yes, Mrs Black.”

“I demand that waiter at all our future visits. He is the only competent member of your staff.” She turned to her family. “Come.” And much like she entered, she swooped out the door, her family following in her wake. 

But Sirius paused next to Remus, slipped something into his hand and winked at him.

“Call me,” He grinned a wide, toothy smile and exited the restaurant. 

“Well done, Remus.” Monty clapped him on the shoulder. 

Remus looks down at the scrap of paper Sirius had given him in his hand. It had his number on it. Remus looked at it bewildered. “I’d call him if I were you,” James said over his shoulder. “He’s a good guy.”

Remus tried to share his substantial with the others, but they all refused, telling him he’d earned it.

[katscythe]

The WIP tag game

I was tagged by the lovely *cough* very mean *cough* @artemisravencourtney with the word

🐺 B I T E 🐺

Rules: You are given a word, and you post a paragraph/snippet from your WIP(s) starting with each letter of the word.

so...here's a snippet from my TT WIP that I thought fit the bill...it's a first draft and may look nothing like this in the final edit, and I had to tweak it to fit the Word (B ? REALLY??) but, ENJOY

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"Babe—" Gar strode forward to the fridge, yanking it open and bending down. “You want something to eat? I'm starving…”

He started pulling out items, a pack of eggs, carton of spinach, other bags of veggies that he would have to open to remember what he had stashed in them, loading them all into his arms, then stopped, the kitchen oddly quiet around him.

He turned back towards Raven.

She stood with her back against the kitchen island, arms crossed tightly over her chest, eyes locked in a thousand yard stare on a point on the back of the stove.

“Uhh...Rae?”

He followed her gaze, seeing nothing but glass tile, then faced her again.

“Raven, you okay? My cooking's not that bad come on...”

He tugged the fridge door closed with his foot, and moved over to her, dumping the food he had collected on the counter beside her and stepping up right in front of her.

She blinked, coming back to herself as he moved into her line of sight.

“I—I'm sorry—what—”

“Wow, you're really freaked out about this mission, huh?”

“What?” She frowned lightly, confused for a moment, her thoughts still far away...then looked down. “Oh—yeah—” She swallowed, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah...I guess...”

“You're gonna do great.”

Gar put his hands on her shoulders, lightly rubbing to try to get some warmth into her tense limbs. She relaxed by only a fraction of a degree, not meeting his eyes.

“You are,” he said cheerfully.

She peeked back up at him and his face twisted in a dramatic, playful grimace— “I mean I'm the one that's probably going to blow our cover, I'm supposed to be Beast Boy, not Bus Boy, hellooo.”

He stuck his tongue out in disgust. “Why do I always get the shitty jobs, seriously?”

Raven's mouth cracked up in an infinitesimal smile.

“Maybe you'll finally learn how to do the dishes,” she said softly.

Gar grinned back in delight.

Glittering mirth sparkled out through the entire kitchen, dancing along her skin, and he shifted closer, leaning in, bracing his hands on the counter on either side of her. She relaxed her rigid posture, unwinding, the warmth coming off of him soothing her racing mind.

His pupils slitted subtly, the distance between them disappearing, and her hands came up to land lightly against his chest, fingers tangling in his shirt as she leaned in too, her heartbeat picking up speed.

“Well, maybe…” he breathed, lips twisting in a smirk, one sharp canine sticking out, only an inch or two of air between their mouths, “if my dishwashing partner pulled her own weight…”

Raven snapped back.

Her eyes narrowed in a dark glare, her hands firm against his chest as she pushed him back, holding him at bay. “You lost that bet—not me—”

“Oh, so maybe I should just take Mr. Henchy back then—”

“Try it. I dare you.”

Teeth flashed against green skin in a sharp smile, then his expression melted into that goofy, lopsided grin that made her entire body fill with light, his eyes dancing with silent laughter.

“Mmmm...” He leaned in again, and her resistance disappeared, her arms sliding up to wrap around his shoulders as his golden eyes landed on her mouth. Hungry.

Effervescent energy swooped through her. The entire sunny kitchen darkened, shadows twisting gracefully out around her like the gentle sweep of silent, midnight wings, flooding across the countertop and obscuring the pile of groceries beside them as they wrapped around him, drawing him in. He shifted his weight, pushing her gently back against the counter, strong green arms hemming her in on either side.

“You know, I think you like that chicken more than me—”

“Yeah, he doesn’t talk back.”

Raven closed the final half-inch between them, lifting her feet the off the floor to reach him.

~~~

@cruulsummer & @swiftlark PFFFFTTTT BUSBOY BEASTBOY, what a great idea!! Rainey, I told you I could work it in!

I TAG YOU:

@cruulsummer, @badbunny139, @relentlesslyoptimisticsblog

your BBRae word is...

🐺 F A N G 🐺

[bananatanz]

always thinking abt how effortlessly lucifer grabs alastor

[demonyias-demons]

Slammed my right hand in the car door so I tried drawing with my left hand. It looks surprisingly decent

Picture is low quality because picture was taken at like 9 pm

[dchuntress]

didn't expect to get emotional /pos reading an r/aita post

[pawpr2nts]

Busboy Alastor traditional sketch