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Elevating Excellence: Hospitality Industry Awards Honoring Innovation and Success

The Hospitality Industry Awards stand as beacons of excellence and innovation, illuminating the path of success for establishments and professionals within the sector. As the glittering trophies are lifted in celebration, the industry as a whole feels the reverberations of dedication and commitment to unparalleled service.

These prestigious awards not only honor outstanding performance but also serve as catalysts for continuous improvement and advancement. The recognition bestowed upon recipient’s fuels their passion and drives to push boundaries, inspiring others to reach for greater heights in hospitality standards.

The Importance of Hospitality Industry Awards

Awards play a significant role in recognizing and celebrating excellence within the dynamic and innovative hospitality industry. Let's delve into why these accolades are a cornerstone in driving progress, fostering creativity, and enhancing industry standards.

Recognition of Excellence

Hospitality industry awards serve as a spotlight, highlighting exceptional individuals, teams, and establishments that have gone above and beyond in delivering outstanding service and experiences. By acknowledging and honoring excellence, these awards not only motivate recipients but also inspire others to aim for the highest standards in their craft.

Raising Industry Standards

By setting a benchmark for quality and performance, hospitality industry awards play a pivotal role in elevating industry standards. They encourage continuous improvement, pushing organizations to strive for excellence in all aspects of their operations. In essence, hospitality industry awards are not just accolades; they are powerful instruments that propel the sector towards greater achievements, foster a culture of innovation, and set new benchmarks for excellence.

Future Trends in Hospitality Awards

In a constantly evolving industry like hospitality, recognizing innovation and success is crucial for driving excellence. The future trends in hospitality awards are shaped by various factors, including technology integration and the globalization of awards.

Technology Integration

Advancements in technology have revolutionized the way hospitality awards are selected. With the rise of data analytics and artificial intelligence, award committees now have access to a wealth of information to evaluate nominees objectively. From online voting systems to predictive analytics, technology is streamlining the award selection process and ensuring transparency in decision-making.

Globalization of Awards

Hospitality awards are no longer confined to specific regions or countries; they have gone global. As the industry becomes increasingly interconnected, awards are expanding on an international scale to recognize excellence across borders. This globalization of awards not only fosters healthy competition but also promotes cultural exchange and collaboration among hospitality professionals worldwide.

World MARCOM Awards

The World MARCOM Awards is a prestigious international competition that recognizes outstanding achievements in marketing and public relations. This coveted honor is bestowed upon individuals and teams who have demonstrated excellence and innovation in the field of marketing communication. The World MARCOM Awards celebrate the brilliance of PR directors, marketing directors, Chief Marketing Officers, marketing managers, and other marketing professionals who have made a significant impact in the industry.

Categories of Hospitality Industry Awards

In the dynamic world of the hospitality industry, excellence and innovation are celebrated through a myriad of prestigious awards across different categories. These awards not only recognize the exceptional achievements of establishments but also inspire continuous improvement and creativity within the sector. Let's delve into some of the captivating categories of hospitality industry awards that honor outstanding contributions and ground breaking initiatives.

Accommodation Excellence

In the realm of Accommodation Excellence awards, the spotlight shines on exceptional hotels, resorts, and accommodations that redefine the standards of luxury, comfort, and hospitality. These awards acknowledge the exemplary service, top-notch amenities, and unforgettable guest experiences offered by establishments that go above and beyond to ensure each visitor feels pampered and valued.

Culinary Innovation

The Culinary Innovation awards pay tribute to the masterful artistry and culinary prowess displayed by chefs and food establishments that push the boundaries of gastronomic delight. Whether it's a cutting-edge technique, a locally inspired dish, or a fusion of global cuisines, these awards spotlight the creativity and dedication of culinary visionaries who bring innovation to the dining table.

Recognizing Outstanding Accomplishments

Hospitality industry awards serve as a prestigious platform to acknowledge the hard work, dedication, and creativity of individuals and organizations that elevate standards within the field. By shining a spotlight on exceptional services, innovative practices, and remarkable contributions, these accolades not only honor the winners but also inspire others to strive for excellence.

Fostering Industry Growth and Evolution

Ultimately, the celebration of excellence and innovation through industry awards propels the hospitality sector forward by fostering a culture of continuous learning, adaptation, and transformation. By recognizing and rewarding trailblazers who pave the way for new standards and practices, these awards contribute to the overall growth, sustainability, and evolution of the industry as a whole.

Criteria for Winning

Embarking on the journey for excellence in the hospitality industry goes hand in hand with striving for recognition and validation for outstanding achievements. Award ceremonies in the hospitality sector serve as platforms that not only celebrate success but also set benchmarks for others to follow suit. Let's delve into the key criteria that can propel businesses towards winning these prestigious accolades.

Innovation and Creativity

Innovation and creativity are the lifeblood of any successful hospitality establishment. Awards play a pivotal role in igniting the spark of innovation within the industry, fostering a culture of continuous improvement and pushing boundaries to provide exceptional experiences for guests.

Business Growth and Impact

Awards in the hospitality sector are not just shiny trophies; they carry immense potential to elevate a business to new heights. Winning accolades can significantly boost a company's reputation, attracting more customers and setting it apart from competitors. The ripple effect of winning an award can lead to increased brand visibility, enhanced credibility, and ultimately, improved bottom-line results.

World CEO Awards

World CEO Awards is a prestigious event that recognizes and celebrates the outstanding achievements of Chief Executive Officers across various industries on a global scale. These CEO Excellence Awards serve as a platform to honor the exceptional leadership, innovation, and strategic vision demonstrated by top executives in steering their organizations to success amidst challenges and competition. CEO Awards not only acknowledge individual accomplishments but also highlight the significant impact of effective leadership on business growth and sustainability.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the hospitality industry awards play a crucial role in recognizing and celebrating excellence and innovation within the sector. These awards serve as a platform to honor the hard work, dedication, and creativity of individuals and organizations that push the boundaries of what is possible in hospitality. By staying updated on industry awards, we not only celebrate the achievements of our peers but also inspire ourselves to strive for excellence in our own hospitality endeavours.

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THE HOSPITALITY AWARDS 2024 DOORS OPEN FOR NOMINATION

Dubai, UAE- 10-Nov-2023 -The Hospitality Awards, the esteemed organization dedicated to recognizing excellence in the worldwide hospitality industry, is pleased to announce that the doors are now open for nominations for the highly anticipated Hospitality Awards 2024.

Under the careful guidance of an esteemed Advisory Board, comprising representatives from across the globe, The Hospitality Awards has established itself as the pinnacle of recognition for outstanding achievements in the hospitality sector. With an unwavering commitment to celebrating excellence, this prestigious event continues to set the standard for industry recognition.

Nominations for The Hospitality Awards 2024 will be accepted in various categories, including but not limited to:

Outstanding Hotel of the Year

Exceptional Guest Experience

Innovative Restaurant Concept

Sustainable Hospitality Practices

Emerging Hospitality Leader

Lifetime Achievement Award

The Advisory Board, which consists of prominent industry professionals and leaders, will meticulously review each nomination to ensure the most deserving candidates are recognized for their exceptional contributions to the world of hospitality. Their vast expertise and industry knowledge guarantee the utmost integrity and fairness in the selection process.

"This event has become a beacon of excellence, shining a light on the remarkable achievements in the global hospitality industry. We encourage all eligible individuals and establishments to submit their nominations and share their outstanding work with the world."

The Hospitality Awards 2024 promises to be a remarkable celebration of the industry's triumphs and milestones. It will bring together influential leaders, influential figures, and rising stars from all corners of the hospitality world, creating an unparalleled networking and learning opportunity.

Interested individuals and establishments are invited to visit: http://hospitalityawards.org to access the nomination form and review the submission guidelines.

Media contact:

Company Name: Golden Tree Awards

Phone Number: +971 52 276 6591

Email id: support@goldentreeevents.org

Address: Business Centre, Al Saaha C wing, Downtown, Dubai, UAE.

Website: http://hospitalityawards.org

About The Hospitality Awards:

The Hospitality Awards is a renowned organization dedicated to recognizing excellence in the worldwide hospitality industry. With an Advisory Board comprising representatives from across the globe, The Hospitality Awards sets the standard for industry recognition. The organization celebrates outstanding achievements, innovation, and exceptional service in various categories, cementing its position as a beacon of excellence in the hospitality sector.

For more information, visit: http://hospitalityawards.org

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tell me you need me (1 of 2) | c. berzatto x reader

It was good when you started but Carmen Berzatto had the ability to make anyone fall in love with him no matter how much you tried not to. (friends with benefits!carmen, smut, mndi!!!, unprotected p in v, smut! smut!, angst!! fluff, maybe some bad words, blood, unedited) MASTER LISTS

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I need you tonight. Want to go?

You sighed at the message that Carmy sent you. “Want to go” was a code for “I want to have sex.” and it’s been working pretty well for these past few months. You both needed some sort of release for the pent-up stress that you both have. Carmy, with the Bear and you, with art. You were a full-time artist; creating art inspired by food using oil paint and other forms of media. You’ve been stressed with your upcoming gallery opening next month. Would they love it? It’s quite hard to meet the expectations after winning the Herb Alpert Award in the Arts last year. It was close to Carmy’s James Beard Foundation award, if not the same. In a way, at the end of the day, you were two people excelling in your jobs except for everything else. You sucked at relationships, friendships, connection…what wasn’t artistic; you sucked at. Carmy was the same. Without thinking, you typed your response, a four letter word. Maybe you’ll see him tonight.

-

Carmy enters your home like he lived in it. He had his own set of keys, it was easier that way. He’s been so stressed with the Bear and the only thing that he needs is to blow off some of that steam before he can be functional again. There was supposed to be a celebrity who was wishing for a whole fucking kitchen tour tomorrow and he had to stay behind to make sure that everything was perfect. 

“Hey,” he greets you when he sees you perched on your couch. He liked your apartment much better; at least you had multiple rooms and your own space. It’s not like his; there was work everywhere while yours felt homey. Except your studio down the hall—damn, how much do artists earn today?

“Hey,” you replied. “Did you have dinner yet? I can heat up some of the Chinese food I ordered earlier.”

“No, no. It’s alright,” he says, removing his shoes in the doorway. You were always so tidy and meticulous. No outside clothes on the bed; he had to learn that the hard way. “Actually, um, can-can I take a shower first? I want to wash the day away and I-I smell like the kitchen.”

“And you took the L,”

“Ubered here, actually.”

“Surge rates?”

“I was in a rush.”

“Oh,” you gulped. “Well, you still have your clothes in my wardrobe and your toiletries in my bathroom.”

“Which one?” he asked. “Which-which bathroom?”

“The one in my bedroom,” you replied. “You know where the fresh towels are. So…”

“Uh, yeah-yeah,” he says. “Thanks.” You only smiled at him. Conversation before your engagements are usually awkward because you both knew what the two of you were there for. It’s more comfortable afterwards; when he talks about the Bear or asks you about your art.

You and Carmy met from a friend of a friend. You were looking for chefs that could serve you inspiration for your paintings when she mentioned Carmen Berzatto. You reached out to him and he replied three months later, telling you that he can show you some of the recipes that he’s been working on. He’s an artist himself—Sistine Chapel art kind of stuff. He explained the components of his dish over dinner in your hotel apartment in New York. You mentioned that you were from Chicago and he mentioned that he’s from Chicago too…you drank too much wine and the rest was history. 

You both stopped communicating when he met Claire but he reached out again, asking if you wanted to meet. He told you all about her and how he fucked up. You drank too much wine again. History has the habit of repeating itself.

You swore to never fall in love with Carmen Berzatto and you didn’t…not until recently. He used to leave immediately once you’re both done. Lately, he’s been staying over. He talks to you about everything. He stays over and wakes you up with coffee and some Michelin Star quality pancakes or French toast. He watches you take your first bite before he takes his, likes to watch your reaction and likes hearing your praise.

You were too lost in your reviere to notice Carmen walking to you, all fresh and clean. He lays a hand on your shoulder and kisses your neck.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, voice deep and sultry. 

“You,” you replied, reaching up to massage his curls. 

“Good,” he says, removing himself from you and sitting on the opposite side of the couch. “Needed you today…but I want to talk first before…before…”

“That’s fine with me,” you replied, inching closer to him. “What’s wrong?” He puts his hand on your knee, squeezing it lightly. Since when was he so comfortable around you?

“I…I just… Mikey,” The name lingers heavy in the air. Anytime Carmen feels the crushing weight of the pressure, he says Mikey. Whenever he feels inadequate, not enough, never enough—he says Mikey.

“He’ll be proud of you, Carm,” you said, smiling at him. “Like everyone else is.”

“I’m sorry for not inviting you to the opening…Claire was-was there and…”

“I understand,” You put your hand over his to reassure him that everything’s okay. “I understand.”

“You wouldn’t have seen me,” he chuckled. “I was locked inside the walk-in the whole time and well, everything was great. What if I’m not needed?”

Is it too late for me to love you? 

“Carm…” you trailed off, trying to find the words. “Of course, you’re needed. The Bear wouldn’t be The Bear without you, you know? Your family must be so proud of you because I know that-that I am. I’m so proud of you and I-I need you so much,” you told him. “I need you, Carmen. More than you could ever know.”

Is it too late for me to love you? 

Maybe it was the words that you said, maybe it was the long forgotten show on the T.V., maybe it was because the T.V. screen illuminated your face in a way that was so, so beautiful. Maybe it was just him.

“Let’s go to bed,” he rasps, taking your hand and dragging you to the bedroom. Once he closes the door behind him, Carmy presses you against it, taking your chin and kissing you. It was slow and needy; this kiss was needy. You trail your hand underneath the white shirt that hugged his figure. You caress his sides up and down; softly; slowly and Carmen releases a whimper into your mouth. I need you. I need you. I need you. 

“Baby,” he whispers, pulling away from you to remove his shirt. “Baby, baby, baby.”

“I need you, Carmen,” you muster the courage to kiss his neck now, sucking and nipping right under his collarbone. He lets you do it, he lets you mark him like you own him. He tugs on the roots of your hair lightly. You lick the purple bruise, nipping it again just so it could last one more week. Carmen was sighing above you, letting you take him like he wanted to be taken. His hands itch, slipping right under the waistband of your panties to cup your heated cunt. “Carmy,”

“I know, baby. Let’s get you to bed, hm?” he asks, pushing you slightly. “Lay down for me. I missed you so much. Let me show you,”

You obey his commands, opening your legs widely like he likes. He crawls until his face is right in front and removes your underwear, tossing it to the side. He’ll take care of that later.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, when he lets his index finger trail along your slit. You buckle in need; silently begging him to do more. “So, fucking wet,” he repeats, parting your folds until he sees your glistening cunt. 

“Carm…” you whine. He spits on your clit and you whimper. 

“Let me taste you, hm?” you heard him say, his wandering fingers rubbing all sorts of shapes on your folds. You could only nod and he takes that, licking a bold stripe. You press your cunt against his tongue and he just takes it. He licks a few more stripes before sucking your clit softly. 

“Carmy,” you moan. Your hands trail down underneath your shirt, thumbs softly flicking your sensitive nipples. Carmy could just come at the sight of you playing with them but he holds back, sucking your clit harsher before plunging his thick middle finger inside you. “Oh, fuck,” 

He pumps the finger slowly…in, out, in, out while he licks your sensitive bud. 

“Fuck, Carmy,” you whimper. “Fuck me,”

“Later,” was his nonchalant reply; enjoying the sweet nectar that dripped from your sloppy pussy. It was better than any dessert he’s ever had before. If it was um to him, he’d have his head buried in between your legs, eating you out forever. You buckle again, pinching your nipples hard and tugging them. 

“Carm…”

“I know, I know,” he says, sucking your clit harshly for one last time before crawling on top of you. “Taste,” he orders. You obliged, opening your mouth and putting on a show with the way you licked your juices off of his finger. “Fuck,” he groans. He palms himself through his boxers while you sucked on his finger. You released it with one last suck before putting your hand on top of Carmy’s to feel his hardening cock underneath. You push his hand away while you squeeze his member lightly. Just enough for him to rut his hips against your hand. Just enough for him to toss his boxers to the side.

You tried to sit up to see him pump a few strokes, moaning your name while he did. He gets off the bed, looking at the way your body moved while you breathed. 

“Beautiful,” he whispers to himself before dragging your body to the end of the bed. He pries your legs open and puts one of them over his shoulder. He liked it like this, it fills you up in ways you cannot describe. “Need you to play with your tits while I fuck you, hm?”

He taps his cock against your pussy.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” he asked, sliding his cock in between your folds. You could feel the protruding vein run along your nub and you moan, massaging your breasts to show him your obedience. “Fuck,”

“Carmy…” you whimpered. “Please.”

He hums, grabbing his member and teasing your wet entrance with his pink tip. “You’re so…”

With no warning, Carmy plunges deep into you and you both groan. You were waiting for this. He’s been wanting this the whole day. He stays there for a few seconds before he thrusts in and out of you slowly. 

“Fuck,” 

The slopping noises inside your room reverberated in your walls and for a few moments, the sounds of your groans and skin slapping against skin heightens your arousal. Carmy thumbs your clit and he feels your walls clench around him.

“Don’t do that, petal,” he rasps, sweat dripping on his forehead. “I’ll cum fast if you do.”

“Sorry,” you choked out. He only grunts as he adjusts his pace. He was faster now and you could hear he ragged breathing. “Carmy, I need you.”

“Y-you need me,” he repeats to himself. “You need me.”

“I do,” you told him, moaning when he plunges his cock deep inside you. “Need you, need you,” 

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Tell me that you need me. Tell me,”

“I need you, Carmy,” you whine. “I need you to cum inside me,” 

Carmy’s eyes widened. You’ve never let him do that before. He always had to pull out or use a condom. 

“Want me to fill you up?” he asks, his voice strained. “I’ll fill you —oh, fuck,” 

“Yes, please,” you sobbed, breath hitching at the feeling of his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, Carmy.”

Sex has never felt this good. 

You could feel the breaking point come nearer and he does too. His movements were sloppier, his breathing even more ragged that it was. Your walls were clenching around him but that seemed to arouse him even more. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he grunted. “I’ll fill you up, hm?” 

“Yes, please, Carmy,” you whine. He could only nod, doing his best to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted to prolong this feeling; this emotion but he couldn’t. “Fuck, Carmy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Carm—oh!”

He follows soon after, moaning your name as he shoots ropes of cum inside your pussy. He could feel your walls clench around him and he thrusts in slowly, to ride both of your orgasms away. 

“You-you liked that?” he asked. He doesn’t pull out. Instead he takes your other leg and hangs in on his shoulder. “We have to make sure that not a drop goes to waste.”

You nodded and felt his hands caress your legs slowly. He slowly lays your legs back down on the bed and crawls on top of you, kissing your torso, neck, and your chest while he did. 

“Stay there,” he ordered and you nodded in assent. You just let him cum inside you. He walks over to the carafe on your bedside, filling the glass with water and then, taking a hand towel from your cabinet. He pours a little bit of the liquid onto the towel. You sit up when he wordlessly gives you the glass of water. He watches you finish it and kisses your head when you gave him the glass back. He sets it on the floor carefully before opening your legs so he could clean you up.

“No,” you shook your head and he stops, alert because you told him no. “I’m…I’m still sensitive,”

“Okay, petal,” he nods, taking the glass and the towel away. He picks up the tossed articles of clothing puts it in the laundry basket. He was quiet when he takes a fresh set of pyjamas and underwear from your wardrobe. “Raise your arms,” he says and you do. He puts a new shirt on you. “Lay down.” You followed him. He puts a new pair of panties on you. “Thank you,”

You were so tired now but you were still so aware of Carmy’s actions. He stands up from the bed to wear new clothes and sits down on the bed. He carefully places your head on his lap and plays with your hair.

“Thank you,” he says, bowing down to kiss your forehead. “Why don’t you sleep for me, hm?”

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

“Waffles or pancakes?”

“Waffles with whipped cream.”

-

Why won’t you let me love you?

There were times when you’d fight with Carmen. A disagreement over something so, so, so small. This time, it was big. It was the opening of your gallery and he promised to be there. It was a big night—multiple art collectors and mongers from all over America came to see your latest pieces. They were all inspired by the food you grew up eating in Chicago; a collection of how culture, identities, and personalities affect eating. Your paintings were in vibrant colors—cup ramen with cheese, cannoli, food that you grew up eating whenever your mom was away. There were small details on the significance of the new collection to your life and he wasn’t there. You were on the stage, telling everyone how grateful you were to the audience but you were preoccupied, looking for a familiar mop of curls in the crowd. He didn’t come. He didn’t go. 

You smiled at them half-heartedly before leaving the stage, ready to be whisked away by some art dealer. You were whisked away by multiple guests, asking you for more details on the painting. You all told them everything they needed to know, what they should do if they’d like to make a purchase…

It would have been alright if he texted you…but he promised he’d be there. He promised he’d take you home. He promised.

-

Carmy was sitting alone in his apartment. He left The Bear earlier than usual and went straight home. He did it all, shower, put a nice suit, and fix his hair. He did it all, he even ran to the nearest florist to buy you flowers but he didn’t go. 

Isn’t this what lovers do? 

He wasn’t your lover. He couldn’t let himself be distracted again. He had to focus; he couldn’t fail the people that relied on him. He looked at the bag of groceries he got from the store; he was supposed to cook you something special tonight. Have you eaten yet? Fuck the suit that he paid for dry cleaning; fuck the flowers; fuck him. It must have hurt you—he knows that. Tonight was a big night and you were so excited to show him a painting that you’ve been working on. 

“I won’t sell it,” you told him. “I’ll have it shipped to you first thing in the morning.”

Would you still send it to him?

-

By the end of the night, you were exhausted. Happy, but exhausted. It was normal; talking to everyone and being scintillating the whole night was work but it was worth it. Your paintings all had their new owners, except for the painting that you promised to Carmy. Would he still want it? You were alone in the studio, wrapping the 4 by 3 foot canvas with the best quality glassine. You were giving this to him tomorrow. If he doesn't want to have it, you’ll probably just donate it somewhere else. 

You laid awake in your bed all night long, waiting for his text. It was funny, just last week he was begging you to tell him that you needed him but when you needed him most, he wasn’t there. 

You arrive at The Bear just before it opens, the big canvas tucked under your arm. He was sure to be there and had always told you to use the back door if you weren’t dining. You always obliged, of course, opening the backdoor to reveal everyone. You’ve met Sydney and Richie before but you haven’t met the others yet. You were an alien in an unknown world; Carmy’s employees looking at you, as if wondering who this girl was. 

“Hey,” Sydney greeted, looking at the glassine covered thing that you were carrying. “Didn’t know you were coming in today. Congratulations on your exhbit,”

“Yeah, Congrats. What’s that, sweetheart?” Richie asked. 

“Oh,” you just nodded. Carmy couldn’t even look at you. “I just came here to give this to…uh, Carmy,” you cleared your throat. “Carm…?”

“Uh, yeah-yeah,” he stuttered. “Can we go to the office?” 

“Sure.”

You followed him into the office while Richie tells everyone to go back to what they were doing. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, afraid that this was going to be another one of those petty fights that you’ve had with him. 

You were wrong. So, so wrong. 

“You didn’t come last night,” you told him, shielding yourself from him with the painting. “I…I waited.”

“Sorry,” was his laconic reply. You nodded, chuckling. 

“That’s all?” you asked. “Just…sorry? No explanation, no nothing?” you asked. “I was looking for you the whole night, Carm. You promised you were coming,”

“I don’t know what-what you want me to say,” he says, looking everywhere but at you. “I-I-I’m sorry, okay? I had other plans.”

“You promised months ago that you were coming,” you repeated. “I called Sydney last night because you weren’t answering and she told me that you left early.”

“You’re spying on me now?” he asks, suddenly defensive. “I had things to do that night. I can’t-can’t just put everything on hold for-for you.” He spits his words like venom, voice getting louder with every word.

You frowned, not recognizing who the boy was in front of you. It’s not like you asked him to put his life on hold. Your heart was beating so fast in anger, ears ringing. 

“I see. So you just need me around and you-you just I don’t know, call me because you need to get your dick wet?” you asked, matching his volume. “You just need me around when no one else is there to fuck you? Is that it?” you asked. “What the fuck?” 

Carmy blinks, tries to think of the words he’s about to say but he couldn’t stop himself. He could never seem to stop himself. 

“You’re the only one desperate enough to do so,” he shrugs. It breaks your heart in pieces, really. The nights Carmen spent nuzzling his head in your shoulder before you slept probably meant nothing to him. Your face falls, contorting in hurt at what he just said. Fuck Carmen Berzatto. Fuck him. “I’m not your fucking boyfriend. I don’t know why you expect me to just-just-just do something!”

“Maybe I wanted you there as my friend!” you shouted over. Your voices could be heard from outside but everyone else pretended like they weren’t listening to anything that you both were saying. You were shouting over each other now, the fuse just breaks. “If you didn’t have any fucking plans to actually go, then don’t give me your good for nothing fucking promises!”

“I don’t need a girl leeching on me when I’m opening a fucking restaurant. Do you want me to put everything on you just because you asked me to? I’m not your fucking boyfriend. You know that right? And maybe-maybe I don’t want to be your fucking friend either!”

“Why would I want you to be my boyfriend, Carmy? You’re-you’re fucking unreliable! You have issues that need fixing. You think Claire could fix that? You think I could fix that? You think the girls you get wrapped around your fucking finger can fix your fucked up fucking head? Huh? Is that what you think? You’re so fucking miserable you make everyone around you miserable! Grow up!” He’s hurt. That’s what you thought of him? That he was miserable? Did he make you miserable?

“I don’t need to go to your fucking art exhibition when they’re all fucking shit.”

You closed your mouth before you could protest. The pain of his words felt like a slap on the face. If he regretted it, he didn’t show it. You turned away, nodding. 

“Fuck you, Carmen. Don’t fucking call me. Don’t fucking knock on my door. Don’t…don’t fucking think of me. I’m fucking done with you,”

“Yeah? You’re done with me, huh? Fuck you,” he spits back. He heard the waver in your voice; heard how you tried to steady everything. He wanted to say sorry but you were already leaving. Richie and Sydney couldn’t even ask you what happened because you were rushing out, throwing the painting you worked hard on for days at the back. Fuck Carmen Berzatto. Fuck him. 

-

“Fuck!” his chefs could hear from outside the office. Everyone heard the vile things you both screamed at each other; everyone heard why you were so angry. Everyone fucking heard. Nobody dared to move, they didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Carmy’s anger; not when The Bear was about to open. Continuous loud bangs and sounds of some object being thrown were heard too. Sugar sighed. 

“Carm?” she called from the door. “It’s almost opening,”

“I-I-I know, Sug.” he replied, blinking. “Uh, can-can you guys go ahead? I’ll be there, I just-just need to you know, calm down?”

“Okay, Bear,” she smiles, tapping the door frame before leaving Carmen in his own thoughts. He gets out of the restaurant through the back door, about to light a cigarette, when he sees the canvas wrapped with glassine. 

“Fuck,” was the only thing he could mutter before taking it and sitting where the staff usually stayed at when they wanted a break. He lights up a stick and lets it hang loose on his lips while he opens your gift with shaky hands. He was so immersed in the experience, gently removing the tape and making sure that nothing was ruined that he didn’t notice Sydney. 

The glassine reveals a painting of a plate of cannolis. He remembered that he told you the story about cannolis during Christmas and how he wanted to recreate that—take it for himself. He traces over the precise brushstrokes shakily. 

“That’s a good painting,” Sydney spoke, her hands behind her back. “Would be a waste to just throw it out.”

“I know,” Carmy nods. “I’m sorry you had to uh, hear all of that.”

“It’s…something,” Sydney replied, making Carmy chuckle. 

“I always…always seem to uh, fuck up everything,” he muttered. “I was on the way there, you know? Last night?”

“Yeah. You were so excited,”

“I was,” he coughed. “But I didn’t go because…” Words died down in his mouth. Why didn’t he go? “I’ve said some things and she-she doesn’t want me to call her anymore and I-I understand but like, I don’t know, Syd.”

Don’t know why I could never seem to just let myself enjoy things. I don’t belong anywhere else but in the fucking kitchen. It’s the only thing I was good at.

“I didn’t really want to to, uh, fuck this up.”

-

I want to talk to you.

Come to my apartment after your shift. Or whenever.

Carmen feels his palms sweat when he reads  texts you sent him days ago. He decided to go today, finally—he was never good at confronting things; always so explosive, so defensive. He didn’t know what he’d feel like today. He knocks on your door and hears the shuffling from the other side. He just got out of The Bear; he was tired but he forced himself to go. He had to go. 

“Hey,” you smiled tightly when you opened the door. “Come in.”

He nods, wordlessly entering your apartment like how henused to. Bag and shoes on the side. Somehow, this made him more nervous than usual. This was a prelude to something else entirely; he believed that.

“How are you? he asked, voice small and looking down. 

“I’m…good,” you replied, looking away. “You?”

“Busy,” he replied. The air felt heavy and his palms were sweating. “I’m…I’m sorry for not being there when I promised you that I would,”

“Why weren’t you there, Carm?” you asked and he could hear the sadness in your voice. He knew that your exhibit meant a lot to you. “You…you told me you will and well, you were…the-the person I want to be there the most.”

“I didn’t know that. I’m- I’m sorry,” he shrugged. “But why? I mean, I-I don’t know art. I like my shit but I-I’m not cool or understand—“

“Because I like you, Carmy.” you told him, looking at him now and trying to go nearer. He stepped back and you stopped your tracks.

“You—what?” he asked, shaking his head furiously; like your confession offended him. “You…like me.”

“I do,” you nodded. “But…it doesn’t matter.”

“Fuck. How many times do we have to go back to this very same place for you to understand?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. He told you before that he didn’t want to date. You told him you understood. You told him he was being egotistic when he told you not to get attached. He wanted to leave. He didn’t expect this to happen—he didn’t want this to happen. “I don’t—I don’t—“

“Carmy,” you cautioned him, trying to ease your beating heart. “Can you listen to me? I-I-I like you, okay and I’ve been thinking about it too. I’m—you’re always staying behind after sex and well, I just maybe thought that you liked me too.” You replied, swallowing his rejection for now.

“I don’t,” he snaps, tone sharp. “We’ll both be miserable in a relationship. I’ll never make-make you happy. You’re right, you know? I’m unreliable and-and-and issues that I need to fix…and I’m not the one you’re looking for,”

“I’m sorry for saying that. It wasn’t my place to do so,” was your meek reply. How does he feel so far away when he feels so, so, so close?

“No, uh,” Carmen blinks, shaking his head. “It’s fine. I-I-I needed to hear those things, you know? I’m sorry too…for everything.”

“Thank you.”

“That’s it then?” he asked. He was distressed. How could he fuck this up after telling Sydney that he didn’t want to fuck things up with you? “I…I had fun,” You were the only one who kept me afloat when everything else turned to shit. I missed you when we stopped talking. I should have fought harder. What else could I have done?

“Fun,” you chuckled bitterly. “Fun…that’s the only thing you’re going to say to me?”

Carmy frowned. 

“What else did you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, Carmy!” you exclaimed, pacing back and forth but never towards him. “God! Tell me that I’m important to you. Tell me that I’ll still be your friend…tell me that you—that you—that I mean more than a fuck!”

Silence. Carmy couldn’t find the words to tell you what you truly meant to him…that he wanted what you wanted too but he was too scared to fuck it all up again like he did with Claire.

You nodded, looking away. You breathed in deeply, as if trying to relieve yourself of the hurt. That’s all you’ve ever meant to him. 

“You lead me along and it’s fine. I know that it’s my fault for wanting other things but at least…at least tell me that I’ll still be your friend; that I still matter to you even if I dug myself a hole by feeling things. Tell me that you still need me to put everything on hold for you because I’ve been waiting you to call me all day…”

“I don’t want you to do that. I don’t want you putting your life on hold for me,” he rasps. “I don’t…”

“But what if I wanted to?” you asked, face slightly contorted because you didn’t want to be so vulnerable in front of him. Not when he hasn’t told you what you wanted yet. Carmy was just looking at you, tapping his foot on the floor. It was a nervous habit that he developed. Fuck, he needed a cigarette.

“Can you, uh, leave?” you asked, voice low. “I…” 

“No, no, no,” he begs, rushing towards you. He grabs a hold of your elbows to remind you that he was there. Would it mean anything? Would his touch convey all of the words he wanted to say? 

“Carm…” your voice breaks. “Carm…”

“No, no. You’re not just that to me,” he reassures “But you have to understand that-that I can’t love you like that.”

“Carmen, please…” you beg, tears brimming in your eyes. “Please…just, just leave,”

You’ve never asked him to leave before but it seemed like it was what you really wanted—like it was what you really needed. He nods, kissing your head softly before detaching himself from you. 

“I’m sorry,” Carmy said. “For-for not saying the right, uh, things.”

“Yeah,” you nod, hiding yourself from him. He hated that you had to do that when you’ve cried on his shoulders multiple times. He never liked seeing you cry; he just didn’t know that one day, he’ll be on the receiving end of your sadness. He watches you rub your forehead, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. If you started crying, would he stay?

-

It’s been months since Carmy left. He’s been in his best form in the kitchen. He was making things easier for his staff; he was working twenty four hours a day. Going to The Bear early to help with prep; staying late to help them clean after a long shift of cooking and cooking and kitchen tours. He’s been getting acclaim—more acclaim, really. There was a waiting list on his restaurant and positive reviews from left and right flooded in. The Bear was dubbed as “The Restaurant of the Year” in Chicago despite being less than a year old. 

He’s been doing good—perfect. 

It was like he was a hamster in a fucking wheel with no other way to escape. He likes putting himself in gear, like driving fast because it makes him believe that nothing really hurts him. He didn’t like being at home; it reminded him too much of you. It reminded him of when you’d lean on the kitchen counter, a small smile on your lips while you watched him cook you something. He didn’t like sitting on the couch because it reminded him of when he slept with his head on your lap. He didn’t like it in his bedroom because he’s reminded of that night when you pulled him closer in your sleep. He didn’t like The Bear because the painting that you gave him hung so proudly by the dining area. It was marvellous—they said. How was he able to get a painting that you did when your art was so valuable and in demand? 

He was moving so fast so you wouldn’t cross his mind but it seemed like no matter what he did, he'd end up thinking about you anyway. 

It didn’t matter, how come a fall like that made him feel like flying? Maybe he’s waiting for it to hit him but he was feeling alright. 

He was alright. 

“Chef!” Sydney called, looking at Carmen who was chopping the vegetables like a madman. “Carmen!”

“Fuck, what, Sydney?!” he asked, slamming his knife on the counter. 

“You’re bleeding,” Marcus told him and Carmen looked down, blood was all over the chopping board. “You’ve been bleeding for a few seconds now…we’ve all been calling your name, Chef.” 

“Fuck, I-I-I’m…” Carmen was a blubbering mess, just watching his hand bleed like it didn’t matter. “I’m-I’m,”

“Take a break, Carm,” Sydney says but her partner just shakes his head. “Carm—“

“Sydney, don’t—don’t make me take a fucking break, please.”

“You’ll need to clean up and make sure there’s no more blood,” Sydney told him. “I’m not fucking around,”

“Yeah,” he nods, putting his fist over his heart and drawing circles. Sydney nods and Carmy fixes his station. 

He couldn’t stop shaking, though. Even Tina saw how his hand trembled. What the fuck?

“Carmen,” 

“Yeah…just…just give me a second, please.” he nods, picking his knife again and doing everything perfectly. Like clockwork. He’s back. He’s back. He’s fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m alright. 

PART 2

AN: Thank you for the love! This is going to be a two-part fic because I love how everything is right now… Don’t forget to comment / reblog if you like it! I read every single little thing you guys type…even the hashtags.

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧’ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝- 𝐣.𝐜

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: jack says something stupid at an oscars afterparty

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: very jealous jack

𝐚/𝐧: inspired by the song “somethin’ stupid” by frank sinatra (great little oldie) also lmk if you can spot the community reference!🤭

(can we talk about how good olivia rodrigo looks in that dress?!?)

p.s - im sorry this was so short and if you requested something im working on it right now

your makeup artist finished her final details, and you slipped into your gorgeous shimmery dress. 

you were going to the oscars, for a new hit rom-com movie that you stared in had been nominated multiple times. the whole cast stayed in the same hotel, and were riding in a limo together to where it was hosted. 

jack played your love interest, and lets just say you had grown very fond of him during filming. truth was, you had a massive crush on the boy. he had ignored your many obvious hints, so you assumed he just didn’t like you back. 

however, jack was just oblivious to your signs. he had convinced himself that you just had a friendly personality, and that you would never like him like how he liked you. you could have anyone, so why would you choose him? 

you were a talented and attractive actress, so it was no surprise that you had a couple fanboys. well, a little more than a couple. millions of people worshiped you, and although you loved being popular, it could be a lot to handle. 

the sound of someone knocking interrupted your thoughts, and you went to go open your door. 

it was jack, looking as handsome as ever. he greeted you with a smile, and you mirrored his actions.

“you ready? everyone is about to leave.” jack asked, and you nodded and grabbed your purse. the car ride to the venue was filled with laughter and excitement. some rumors were spreading about you winning best actress for the movie, and you were overjoyed. 

jack was shockingly disappointed. he wanted you to win, and you deserved it for your incredible performance. however, he knew this award would only increase your fame, which meant his chances with you only lowered. 

the show went on, and not only did your movie win best romantic movie, but you also won best leading actor. it was amazing, and you felt so honored. after the whole ceremony, you and the rest of the cast headed to an afterparty that was hosted by another celebrity.

it was gorgeous, very elegant and formal. hundreds of famous actors and actresses roamed the large building. 

“care for a dance, m’lady?” jack asked, and you giggled at his expression.

“why of course, m’lord.” you respond back, and he grabs your hand, leading you to an empty spot on the tile floor. you danced together as a vintage song played in the background.

even in this ethereal situation, jack still was disappointed. he put on a smile, but in reality, he knew there was a chance you be leaving with another man. he pushed passed his dark thoughts, and tried to enjoy this dazzling moment. 

the evening only got later, and a guests starting clearing out. a few still remained, but the once lively house now seemed much more empty.

you and jack had an excellent night, and the both of you decided to start exploring around the mansion. you spotted a gorgeous isolated balcony, and hurriedly opened the glass doors to outside.

the view was unreal, and the cool crisp air added on to the spectacular sight. jack stood next to you, and was caught in a haze by your beauty.

he knew he had to confess, and soon. your perfume fills his head, and all his negative thoughts crumple as words start to spill out.

“i love you. or-uhm im in love with you.” 

you looked at him wide eyed and shocked, unsure of what to say. you try to form words but all that comes out is a stutter filled jumble of incoherent nonsense. 

“i’m sorry, oh god that was so stupid. I totally spoiled this night for you. i can ju-“ jack starts, but you cut him off.

“i’m in love with you, too. just was a little caught off guard.” you giggle, and the whole mood lightened. jack smiled, a true genuine smile, for the first time in a while. 

“you know, i’ve been practicing my confession every day for weeks now, and i totally forgot to say it.” he says, cracking a laugh.

“maybe another time. how about we head back to the hotel?” you respond. jack links arms with you, and you leave, happy jack said something stupid.

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[tiredeg]

What is LaTeX? I’m working so hard on this like… LAnce/Toto/alEX? LANdo/pierre gasly number TEn/maX?

Oh God nooooo LaTeX is a scientific typesetting software, when I said niche I meant niche 😭😭

This is a Max/Daniel fic that I occasionally add to where they're both in academia... People take LaTeX really seriously, like it's cool when you start using it for stuff and then it's so flexible and nice looking that some people use it for everything, like I've received wedding invitations written using TeX (which was so cute)

You can set templates and most people I know use the same template for most things, like I still use the article template I got from someone my first year of undergrad, and the presentation template a girl from the year above me gave me during my masters etc etc

In my au, Daniel is a postdoc in the lab where Max does his undergrad capstone thesis, so they're working together a lot and they really click, like they immediately get on and really enjoy working together. It's a 10 week thing so they get quite close and Max is very obviously into Daniel and Daniel's not technically his Boss™ but he is senior and has like soft power over Max and it would be bad to date an undergrad no matter how weirdly obsessed he is with Max. BUT by the time Daniel realises all of this, they've been flirting for like 2 months and he's accidentally an asshole about it because he just switches it off and flips a switch and starts acting different around Max and it's disorienting and accidentally gaslighting and unpleasant for Max

Max has to write up a dissertation and at the start of this Daniel had shared his own template with Max, so he uses this even though he feels weird now but it reminds him of when it was better

ANYWAY Max is a really good researcher obviously and applies to a PhD in this lab, let's call it the Horner Lab, and gets funding and is excited to start and get to work with Daniel again and maybe they can get back to where they were and it can be good again and he can ask Daniel out now BUT oh no Daniel has been courted away and accepted a position in another university that seems to have a better grant, lets call it the Renault lab

Max is really disappointed at this but he did like the work too so he tries to put it out of his mind, works hard, and generally excels... He definitely bumps into Daniel at a few conferences and they slip back into their same rapport and Max loves those weeks, always tries to drop hints to Horner to send his work to conferences that might overlap with Daniel's topic... They get drunk and kiss one time in the hotel after the conference dinner but Daniel isn't in a great place, has accepted an assistant prof job in a department that he's really not clicking in and doesn't think they'll keep him on past his current contract even though it's tenure track and his work is good, let's call them, um, McLaren. And Max is doing SO WELL, like his research niche has exploded and he's been right at the cusp of some really cutting edge stuff, it's so impressive, and they only ever see each other at these events and Max is always winning poster prizes and talk awards, and Daniel doesn't feel like he can deal with this right now

Max, of course, is using Daniel's template to make every presentation and to draft every paper, and it makes him feel warm every time he creates a new file by making a new copy of the template file called "from_daniel.tex". He still has the original email Daniel sent him with the template, he emails it to his personal email just in case his institutional email ever gets deactivated. He's a bit sick of Daniel going hot and cold on him but he doesn't know why or how to fix it (Max is perhaps a bit blind to other people's career worries, especially because Daniel is still doing good work so it's not obvious from the outside what's going on). Mainly he thinks that if they got to spend more than two weeks a year together and weren't constantly surrounded by their coworkers, they might have a chance to properly talk.

Fast forward a few years, Max is a postdoc now still at the same university (bro go get some experience elsewhere, I know I know but this is for the narrative!) and Daniel comes BACK! He gets hired to fill in for someone really last minute and takes the role and it's tenure track and he's really excited about it but also really nervous about working around Max again... Especially because his last job went so badly for interpersonal reasons, not competency, so he's scared that he fucked things up with Max who is obviously the one in this lab with the clout, so if he acts cold to Daniel the rest will too. And Max is a bit absent for the first while, he also doesn't know how to act, from his perspective they kissed and Daniel ghosted him and it reminds him of their first time around working together, BUT Max fundamentally just likes Daniel so one time Daniel catches him hiding away somewhere making a presentation, and notices Max is using his template still from all those years ago, and he tries to break the ice by asking about it but Max is so tired he just straight up admits to it. They actually talk and realize that they're on the same page and they're both scared for different reasons but they both want the same thing and then they kiss about it and maybe have sex in the bathroom about it, who knows, they're academics, they're both working late

THEN they co-author a paper together and it's a brilliant piece of work that starts a partnership that they keep up forever and they get tenure track positions together at a different university and they write their wedding invitations in LaTeX using Daniel's template and they live happily ever after

[citizenscreen]

The First Tony Awards for Excellence in Theatre, were held on April 6, 1947, in the Grand Ballroom of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in New York.

[safficranger]

Fake Scenarios In My Head #26

The annual charity gala honoring law enforcement was in full swing, held at one of the city's most luxurious hotels. The grand ballroom was packed with high-profile guests: cops, firefighters, lawyers, and a few politicians. Speeches were made, and a few awards were handed out. Naturally, the DA's SVU office was invited, and this year, Alex was the one asked to attend. Unfortunately, she was on her own; everyone else from her office had conveniently found themselves "tied up" with other important obligations. Liars.

As Alex entered the opulent ballroom, she felt completely out of place. Social events like this just weren't her thing, but she was doing her best to enjoy it. The food was excellent, and the cocktails—thankfully—were free. She made small talk with a few colleagues from other departments, mingled a bit, all the while counting the minutes until she could slip away. After one particularly dull conversation with a politician, she excused herself, claiming she needed to freshen up. In reality, she just needed a break—a few minutes without the forced smile and all the pretense.

As she left the ballroom and rounded a corner, she suddenly felt a hand grab her arm, pulling her into a secluded alcove. Too surprised to react, she found herself pressed against the wall, face-to-face with Casey, who was sporting a wickedly sultry smile.

“Hey, Cabot,” Casey whispered, gently brushing Alex’s cheek. “Miss me?”

“Casey, what are you doing here?” Alex stammered, completely caught off guard. “I thought you were out of town.”

Casey waved it off. “Caught an earlier flight.”

“And came straight here?” Alex asked, still surprised.

"I know how much you hate these dinner parties," Casey replied smoothly. "Thought I could make it a little better for you."

Without another word, Casey leaned in and kissed her. The touch of her lips sent a jolt through Alex, and she found herself gasping as her girlfriend pressed even closer, her hand sliding over Alex’s ribcage. Thoughts were racing as she tried to process what was happening. Casey was the last person she expected to see tonight, and yet here she was, hitting every nerve and pushing every button that made Alex weak in the knees.

Casey pulled back slightly, her lips close to Alex’s ear. “If you think it’s time to bail… I took the liberty of using your credit card.” She kissed Alex just below the earlobe and slipped a keycard into her hand. “Room 501,” she whispered, giving Alex one last kiss—just long enough to leave her breathless.

With that, Casey turned and sauntered off toward the elevator, leaving her girlfriend with a pounding heart and spinning head, the keycard still warm in her hand.

[ineffable-opinions]

Love In the Air is getting a Japanese adaptation.

Things have come a full circle for MeMindY in a way. It was while traveling through Japan in November 2018 that MAME decided to start a production house to film series based on her novel in her own way.

Looks like it is a fan project of sorts based on what creators has to say on the project website, so it makes sense that it is MeMindY’s project that gets Japanese adaptation. (If not, it would have been GMMTV, BOC or some other government-supported production company that engaged in Thai government’s Commerce Ministry department facilitated “BL as soft power” negotiations with their Japanese counterparts.

more on this here)

This adaptation is not surprising considering the crowd that showed up at MAME’s Japanese fan-meet consisted of older folk too. It reminds me of Chen Hao producing Stay with Me. While I would be happy to have more bottom-up, demand-driven productions rather than top-down, supply-driven ones, it makes me worried too. I had previously expressed my wish for popular BL manga and novels to get live action adaptation. Now, we have a handful of live action based on works that have won Chil-chil awards but those adaptations have been disappointing to say the least.

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I am a little worried about production quality. Hopefully, they’ll manage to balance cost and quality since this project’s return on investment would be a signal to future initiatives. I am excited for Shoma who gave an excellent performance in the unfortunately gelded adaptation of the super-popular manga 25 Ji, Akasaka de. I am eager to know who will play Saifah (hopefully they'll retain that character) and Chai.

My Insane Wishlist: Non-Thai adaptation of MAME’s BL

Breath – Japanese live action adaptation TulHin was one of the side couples in Love by Chance 2 but I want an adaptation that stays true to the spirit of their story. In addition, it will be really nice to see Hin in violet rope shibari in the hotel getaway scene. All the shibari scenes we got so far in live action BL has been fleeting and of very little consequence. Japan should attempt adapting this into period piece set in Taisho or early Showa era. The novel is well suited for an adaptation set in that period with rapidly changing position of the aristocracy in the society, conflict between old and new orders, nouveau riche industrialists, feudal households with retainers performing multiple functions, specific forms of xenophobia, grand balls, arranged marriages, intergenerational power struggle, familism and ample space for intrigue. Also, Japan has a good track record of being sincere in their depiction of complexities of androphilic male x androphilic female interactions – they can make Tul's struggle heart-wrenching to watch.  

OatShin from Test Love and OatShin Diary – Tamil-Marathi bilingual movie adaptation with Harshvardhan Rane as Shin, Arjun Das as Oat and Suriya as Akira (Shin's cousin brother). In the novel Love Storm from which Love in the Air is adapted, it is Oat and not Prapai who is the best street racer in their circuit. Saifah, Oat and Saifah's girlfriend are in fact friends and classmates from college - depicted in Test Love. Oat's boyfriend Shinji was his junior in college. Shin is friends with characters from Love By Chance. Their relationship starts at the end of Test Love and in OatShin Diaries we get to see them navigate long distance relationship, familial acceptance and work-life balance as salarymen. OatShin has a very cute dynamic - they are a riba CP (reversible couple) with a lot of push and pull. Shin is super sly and sensitive and I can see Harshvardhan teasing the hell out of whoever he is paired with. Arjun Das probably can't do racer very well - so just get him that ATV from Por for added illegality. He would be perfect as Oat and very adorable too.

Try Me: Chai Win – Japanese manga adaptation with minimal censor bars – Chai’s pearlings needs to exist in 2D version.

Try Me: Chai Win – Turkish live action adaptation – I think Pawit-bey has a nice ring to it and I would pay to listen to it for 40 episodes of 2-hour length each. Maybe some over the top honorifics would be more suitable coming from Chai’s mouth like efendi. Mert Yazicioglu or Ali Yagci as Win and Can Yaman as Chai.

Chai appeared in Love in the Air as a crucial minor character who comes to Phayu's rescue. He has a love story of his own with Pakin's civilian* cousin brother, Pawit aka Win, that is complicated by duty and obligations and extortive meddling by Pakin's dad (the kingpin).

[* not in the mafia]

[eretzyisrael]

By Abigail Shrier

In August, the second largest teachers union chapter in the country—there are more than 35,000 members of United Teachers Los Angeles—met at the Bonaventure Hotel in L.A. to discuss, among other things, how to turn their K-12 students against Israel. In front of a PowerPoint that read, “How to be a teacher & an organizer. . . and NOT get fired,” history teacher Ron Gochez elaborated on stealth methods for indoctrinating students.

But how to transport busloads of kids to an anti-Israel rally, during the school day, without arousing suspicion? 

“A lot of us that have been to those [protest] actions have brought our students. Now I don’t take the students in my personal car,” Gochez told the crowd. Then, referring to the Los Angeles Unified School District, he explained: “I have members of our organization who are not LAUSD employees. They take those students and I just happen to be at the same place and the same time with them.”

Gochez was just getting warmed up. “It’s like tomorrow I go to church and some of my students are at the church. ‘Oh, wow! Hey, how you doing?’ We just happen to be at the same place at the same time, and look! We just happen to be at a pro-Palestine action, same place, same time.”

The crowd burst into approving laughter.

Seated at a keffiyeh-draped table, Gochez said, “Some of the things that we can do as teachers is to organize. We just have to be really intelligent on how we do that. We have to know that we’re under the microscope. We have to know that Zionists and others are going to try to catch us in any way that they can to get us into trouble.” He continued: “If you organize students, it’s at your own risk, but I think it’s something that’s necessary we have to do.” He told the audience of educators that he once caught a “Zionist teacher” looking through his files. Gochez warned the crowd to be wary of “admin trying to be all chummy with you. You got to be very careful with that, even sometimes our own students.”

John Adams Middle School teacher and panelist William Shattuc agreed, a keffiyeh around his neck. “We know that good history education is political education. And when we are coming up against political movements, like the movement for Zionism, that we disagree with, that we’re in conflict with—they [Zionists] have their own form of political education and they employ their own tools of censorship.”

What are the “tools of censorship” employed by Zionists? Apparently, they include accusing teachers who rail against Israel in the classroom of antisemitism.

“They try to say antisemitism, which is really ridiculous, right?” said Guadalupe Carrasco Cardona, ethnic studies teacher at Edward R. Roybal Learning Center in Los Angeles. Cardona recently received a National Education Association Foundation Award for excellence in teaching. “What they do is they conflate. Part of that is by putting the star on their flag,” Cardona said, referring to the Jewish Star of David. “Religion has nothing to do with it.”

But, she insists, that the course she teaches, and whose curriculum she helped develop—ethnic studies—is fundamentally incompatible with supporting Israel. “ ‘Are you pro-Israel—are you for genocide?’ And if anybody were to say, ‘Okay, sure,’ that’s really not ethnic studies.” (Gochez, Shattuc, and Cardona did not return requests for comment.)

It’s tempting to dismiss this as one more bull session among radical teachers leading a far-left public-sector union. If only. 

Four years ago, I was among the first journalists to expose the widespread incursion of gender ideology into our schools. Once-fringe beliefs about gender swiftly took over large swaths of society partly thanks to their inclusion in school curricula and lessons.

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Jewish families reported incidents like this one:

An Israeli American girl walked into her first period French class at Cupertino High School to find that many of the other students and the teacher were wearing a Palestinian flag or keffiyeh in solidarity with the Palestinian resistance, on the occasion of the Middle Eastern club’s pro-Palestine day. The club handed out a map of Israel labeled only as “Palestine.” 

In another incident, a 12-year-old middle school student at a charter school in San Jose arrived visibly upset on the first school day following the October 7 Hamas massacre. According to a complaint against the school district later filed by her parents in federal district court, the girl had close family members in Israel whose whereabouts were unknown. The girl asked her world history teacher if she could go to the bathroom to collect herself. 

The history classroom “was decorated with maps of the modern Middle East in which Israel was erased.” The history teacher knew the girl was Israeli American because she had identified herself as such at the start of the year during an icebreaker exercise. He told her she could not go “until she read aloud to the entire class a passage he had selected to the effect that in the past, Palestinians and Jews had gotten along,” according to the complaint. “The requirement to publicly espouse a position that was at odds with present reality was overwhelmingly oppressive and humiliating.” She read the passage aloud, as directed. The next day at lunch, two female classmates wearing hijabs approached her, according to the complaint, “and demanded ‘What do your people think about the conflict?’ ” When the girl tried to answer, they screamed, “You’re lying—Jews are terrorists.” One demanded: “Do you know that your family in Israel is living on stolen land?” 

A few days later, two boys chased her around the school yelling, “We want you to die.” Kids began to refer to her as “Jew.” They would say, “Hi, Jew” or “Hey Jew.” If she protested, they said they thought it was funny.

The rest of the kids isolated and ignored her when they weren’t whispering about her, the complaint alleges. She lost all but one friend. Her parents met several times with school faculty; according to the complaint, they did nothing to ensure her safety or improve the girl’s situation.

A Jewish ninth grader, “Sam,” attends a Bay Area high school where, after October 7 of last year, posters declaring, “Ceasefire Now!” and “Free Palestine” began appearing on the walls. Because Sam’s family considers itself very progressive, Sam was not bothered by the posters.

Then one of Sam’s friends sent him a long diatribe that read in part (spelling from the original), “I would just like to say that u are an ignorant ass white ass privileged boy u are so privileged to not b one of those children being killed rn in Gaza…solidarity and indigenous solidarity is something you could never understand as you have grown up your whole life with no culture and money and you been brainwashed by isreali and western media the world stands with Palestine and frankly it’s embarrassing to be anything different, when mostly all people of color stand with Palestine and you stand with ISREAL, that’s how yk ur in the wrong bud oppressed people stand with oppressed people in solidarity SOMETHING YOU COULDD NEVER UNDERSTAND.” The text concluded: “FREE PALESTINE TILL ITS BACKWARDS BITCH!!!!” 

I spoke to Sam’s mother, and her perception was that the message didn’t sound like her son’s friend. The jargon and gist appeared to come from adults. Only the self-righteous fury and the message’s abusive conclusion belonged to the boy.

[fkmarrycill]

One Shot: Pre-Gaming

(Pic added after the original post because it totally fits the vibe of the story. 😌)

1191 words, 🔞 for that smut

Notes:

Can you tell I'm really, really concerned about how our man will survive awards season? ☺️ I'm not sure if he'll attend any of the shows (really hope he does), or if he has any rituals for situations like this, but this is where my imagination took me. 😈

This is pure fiction, and in this scenario, Cillian is in a relationship, but not married and no kids. I read Cillian as an intelligent, decent, sometimes awkward guy who is also capable of being spicy when needed or desired. 😌

It's M/F dynamic, and I often keep the lady leads generic in description so more people can imagine along. 😉

Thanks for reading! ❤️

Cillian had gone silent. His arms were crossed, and he was staring out the window. Maybe he saw the city cruise by, or maybe he was too lost in thought to notice; she couldn't tell. All she knew was that he was relaxed at the hotel, but as soon as the limo door shut, his mood had changed.

She'd had her hand on his thigh for the whole ride so far. That subtle reminder of her support wasn't enough for him, she realized, but she knew what would be.

“Cill?” She addressed him gently.

“Mmm?” He responded absentmindedly.

Definitely lost in thought. “You need to relax. I'm going to make you feel better before we get there. Would you like head, or a quickie? Neither is not an answer.”

“That obvious that I'm fucking nervous, eh?” He chuckled in spite of himself. “Of course, I would’ve rather stayed home, but…” He trailed off and watched her kneel before him and begin to unzip and lower his tuxedo pants.

“What?” She said in response to his quizzical expression. “I thought maybe this would help you decide.” She looked up at him and winked. At this moment, she was glad she'd chosen the little black lace number instead of the gown with the train. She'd be able to move more freely for him, and it would be harder to mess up the dress.

“Now, what’ll you have, Mr. Murphy?” She placed her hands on his thighs and caressed them softly.

He glanced at the closed partition between them and the driver, checked his watch, and a mischievous grin bloomed on his face. He leaned forward. “Looks like we have plenty of time. Hmmm… Film award nominees tend to get special treatment, isn't that right? Give me both, love. Your mouth first, then that irresistible cunt.”

“Spoken with the confidence of a winner, whether it's tonight or another night. It's coming, either way.”

“Just like me, in a matter of moments, thanks to you.” He tried and failed to stifle a laugh. “Christ, we sound like some dreadfully unimaginative 70s porn! Let's stop talking, before we turn each other off.”

“Excellent idea.”

Both of them laughed, partners in crime with the same sense of humor.

She gave him one last affectionate smile, then began to caress his thighs with long, soft strokes that made him shift on his seat. She traced the same path with her lips, on one thigh, then the other, nuzzling the expanses of skin.

He turned the volume up on the music, in anticipation of giving in to wherever she led him. She stretched herself higher and loomed over his lap, then tugged at his underwear. He shifted on the seat to help her efforts in removing her last barrier. He placed his hands on her head and squeezed softly, a gentle request for the warmth of her lips on his hardened, eager cock.

He groaned softly as her lips surrounded his girth and her hands connected with him, and he hissed, eyes shut tightly, when she teased the sensitive underside of his dick with her tongue.

His million-dollar face contorted–jaw clenched, brow furrowed, nostrils flared, full lips parted–as he savored her work. By then, she had taken more of him in, feasting on his length with her enthusiastic licking and sucking.

He began to grind his hips, arching into her mouth to feel her deeper and more intensely.

She loved seeing him like that, focused on the sensations, thoughts as far away as possible from cameras, paparazzi, and all the sequined and bow-tied cogs in the Hollywood machine–everyone they'd be unable to escape for hours once they left their mobile love nest. Giving him release was the least she could do for him. She was well aware of all the effort and sacrifice he put into his celebrated performance as Oppenheimer, and she thought he deserved to be in the right mood to enjoy his moment of recognition, win or lose.

She knew she was wet already, from the way her body throbbed in excitement. She had one more ace to play, one more thing to share that would push him past the point of no return. “I was going to surprise you later,” she murmured conspiratorially, “but this will give you something else to think about in your seat…”

He watched her through glazed, darkened eyes as she climbed into his lap, hiked her dress, and sank down on him, inch by inch.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “No fucking panties… Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, babe, I'm just trying to fill your head with good thoughts before we get there.” She rolled her body at a brisk pace and kissed him deeply.

He grasped her hips and overtook the pace of her thrusts, writhing against her in a controlled manner that made both of them wail. She rocked into him and edged closer to being completely undone.

One of his hands crept up to the small of her back, while the other meandered down her leg to find her clit, which he massaged the way she loved, ratcheting up her cries in the process.

Their rhythm quickened some more. A lock of his hair fell down, toward his eyes, and she brushed it back into place. She desperately wanted to clutch her hands in his hair, like she normally did, but quickly nixed the idea, remembering the effort that had gone into his sophisticated look. There'd be plenty of time later for reckless behavior, she thought–on the ride back to the hotel, or in the bed, regardless of whether they were celebrating or preparing to return to their usual pace of life.

“Oh, fuckkkk…” His breathing was shallow, and his face flushed as his eyes rolled back. “I'm gonna…”

“Me, too, baby,” she said, equally breathless. The tightness that had built up at her core gave way to waves of bliss, and moments later, Cillian tensed as his own climax tore through his body.

He held her in a tight hug and kissed the top of her head while they caught their breath.

After a while, she moaned contentedly and looked up at him. “Feeling better, Cill?”

“You have no idea, lass. Thank you.”

“Anytime, my dear, beautiful boyfriend.”

He kissed her softly, then looked at his watch. “We should be there soon, better get ourselves back together as best as we can.”

They scrambled to straighten up and return to their initial positions in the car.

“You know,” started Cillian, as they rounded the corner to the venue, “At some point tonight, when I can't stand it anymore, I'd love to steal away with you to a bathroom or somewhere else that we can be alone…”

“I like the way you think! But what if we get caught?” She gathered her purse and prepared to exit the limo.

“I think ecstatic award winner caught fucking his girlfriend will be much better for my brand,” he said with air quotes, “than those pics of me pissing on the side of the pub, don't you think?” He winked and kissed her passionately.

Before she could respond, he opened the car door and they emerged. They were quickly besieged by camera flashes, and the huge smiles on both their faces were real.

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Behind the Curtain: How Hospitality Awards Recognize Excellence

Are you curious about how the hospitality industry recognizes excellence? In this blog post, we'll pull back the curtain on hospitality awards and explore the criteria and processes behind these prestigious accolades. From top-notch service to innovative experiences, we'll delve into the ways in which hospitality awards celebrate and showcase excellence in the industry. Join us as we uncover the secrets behind these coveted recognitions.

The Significance of Hospitality Awards

The hospitality industry is highly competitive, with hotels, restaurants, and businesses striving to provide exceptional service and unforgettable experiences for their guests. In such a bustling landscape, the recognition of excellence through hospitality awards holds significant importance.

How Hospitality Awards Impact the Industry

Elevating Standards: Hospitality awards serve as a benchmark for excellence, motivating establishments to continuously enhance their services, facilities, and overall guest experience. This drive for improvement ultimately raises the industry's standards, benefiting both businesses and customers.

Boosting Reputation: Winning prestigious hospitality awards can significantly enhance a business's reputation and credibility within the industry. It acts as a testament to their commitment to quality, leading to increased trust and visibility among potential guests and partners.

Inspiring Innovation: The pursuit of accolades fosters a culture of innovation and creativity within the industry. Businesses are prompted to explore new concepts, technologies, and sustainable practices, ultimately driving progress and positive change.

Attracting Talent: Recognized establishments often become magnets for top-tier talent seeking to be a part of an award-winning team. This influx of skilled professionals further elevates the industry's overall competence and capabilities.

In conclusion, the impact of hospitality awards reverberates across the industry, catalyzing advancements, fostering healthy competition, and enriching the experiences of guests worldwide.

The Significance of International Travel Awards

Explanation of the International Travel Awards

Imagine a stage where the finest players in the hospitality industry take their places under the spotlight to be acknowledged for their excellence. This is the essence of the International Travel Awards. Created to recognize and reward outstanding achievements in the world of travel and hospitality, these accolades are a reflection of the relentless pursuit of perfection within the industry. From luxury resorts to boutique hotels, airlines to cruise liners, the International Travel Awards stand as a symbol of distinction, celebrating the best in class.

Impact on the Hospitality Industry

The impact of International Travel Awards on the hospitality industry is nothing short of transformative. For the recipients, it serves as a seal of approval, elevating their brand to unprecedented heights and instilling confidence in the minds of travelers. A prestigious award not only increases visibility and credibility but also acts as a powerful marketing tool, attracting a wider audience and solidifying the position of the winners as industry leaders.

Unveiling the International Spa Awards

Details about the International Spa Awards

The International Spa Awards, a prestigious recognition in the spa and wellness sector, celebrates outstanding achievements in the industry. The awards honor excellence in spa design, quality of services, use of innovative technologies, sustainability practices, and overall guest experiences. It serves as a mark of distinction for spas that consistently deliver exceptional standards and push the boundaries of luxury and relaxation.

Influence on the spa and wellness sector

The International Spa Awards play a pivotal role in shaping the spa and wellness sector by setting a benchmark for excellence. Winning the award not only boosts the reputation and credibility of the spa but also attracts new clientele seeking top-tier experiences. The recognition encourages spas to continuously innovate and elevate their offerings, thus raising the overall standards within the industry. Furthermore, the spotlight on award-winning spas inspires healthy competition, driving others to strive for similar levels of excellence.

Delving into the International Dining Awards

Understanding the intricate process behind the recognition of exceptional dining establishments can shed light on the meticulous standards applied by the International Dining Awards. Let's explore the insight into these prestigious awards and the rigorous criteria used to identify exceptional dining establishments.

Insight into the International Dining Awards

The International Dining Awards serves as a revered hallmark of excellence within the culinary world, recognizing exceptional dining establishments that exceed the standard in terms of quality, innovation, and service. This globally acclaimed event celebrates the art of gastronomy and sets a benchmark for culinary brilliance on an international scale.

Standards for Identifying Exceptional Dining Establishments

To be considered for an International Dining Award, dining establishments are rigorously evaluated based on various criteria. These include the quality and creativity of the cuisine, exceptional service, innovative presentation, seamless dining experience, sustainable practices, and overall ambience. Each criterion is meticulously scrutinized to ensure that only the finest dining establishments are acknowledged for their outstanding contributions to the culinary landscape.

International GM Awards: A Recognition of Leadership

In the competitive world of hospitality, leadership plays a pivotal role in setting the tone for excellence. The International GM Awards stand as a testament to the profound impact of exemplary leadership in the hospitality sector. From driving innovation to ensuring exceptional guest experiences, these awards shine a spotlight on the individuals who embody the finest qualities of leadership. Let's delve into the profound influence of the International GM Awards on leadership excellence in the hospitality sector.

Celebrating Leadership Excellence

The International GM Awards serve as a platform to recognize and celebrate the visionary leaders who steer their teams towards unparalleled success. By honoring the individuals who demonstrate exceptional leadership prowess, these awards inspire others in the industry to aspire to greatness. As a result, the hospitality sector experiences a positive ripple effect, fostering a culture of continuous improvement and unmatched standards of leadership.

Cultivating a Culture of Excellence

The influence of the International GM Awards extends far beyond the individuals who receive accolades. It permeates through organizations, inspiring a culture of excellence that becomes ingrained in the fabric of the hospitality sector. By placing a spotlight on exemplary leadership, these awards effectively catalyze a collective commitment to raising the bar and delivering unparalleled experiences to guests, thereby elevating the industry as a whole.

Hotel Awards

When it comes to recognizing and celebrating excellence in the hospitality industry, hotel awards play a crucial role. These accolades not only validate the hard work and dedication of the hotel staff but also provide valuable insights for travelers seeking exceptional accommodations. Let's dive into the various aspects of hotel awards, including their significance, categories, and the impact they have on both guests and hoteliers.

Categories of Hotel Awards

Luxury Accommodations: These awards recognize hotels that offer unparalleled luxury, top-notch amenities, and exclusive services, creating a lavish and indulgent experience for guests.

Boutique and Design: Hotels celebrated in this category are known for their unique, stylish, and innovative designs, setting trends in the hospitality industry.

Sustainability Initiatives: Awards for sustainability highlight hotels that demonstrate a strong commitment to environmental conservation, eco-friendly practices, and community engagement.

Significance of Hotel Awards

Elevating Standards: Hotel awards set a high benchmark for quality, inspiring hotels to continuously improve their services and facilities to meet and exceed guest expectations.

Consumer Confidence: These accolades offer reassurance to travelers, helping them make informed decisions and choose accommodations based on recognized excellence and credibility.

Industry Recognition: Winning a prestigious hotel award not only boosts a hotel's reputation but also enhances its standing within the competitive hospitality landscape.

Examination of the Significance of Hotel Awards

In the competitive landscape of the hospitality industry, hotel awards play a pivotal role in recognizing excellence and setting benchmarks for exceptional service and quality. Let's delve into the significance of hotel awards and how they influence the industry.

Benchmark for Improvement

Hotel awards also set a benchmark for other establishments to aspire to. They showcase the best practices and standards in the industry, motivating other hotels to strive for continuous improvement and providing guests with exceptional experiences, thereby raising the overall quality of hospitality services.

Influencing Consumer Decisions

For consumers, hotel awards act as a trustworthy guide when choosing accommodations. They provide assurance and peace of mind, helping travelers make informed decisions and creating a sense of anticipation for a remarkable stay at an award-winning hotel. These accolades serve as a form of social proof, influencing consumer decisions in a crowded marketplace.

Hotel awards are more than just trophies; they are a reflection of a hotel's commitment to excellence and a driving force behind continuous improvement within the hospitality industry.

Conclusion

In conclusion, hospitality awards play a crucial role in recognizing and promoting excellence within the industry. They serve as a benchmark for quality and excellence, driving competition and innovation among hospitality establishments. By understanding the criteria and processes behind these awards, industry professionals can gain valuable insights into what it takes to achieve and maintain excellence. Leveraging this knowledge can help businesses elevate their standards, enhance their reputation, and ultimately attract more discerning customers.

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Experience Excellence: A Look at the Most Prestigious Hospitality Awards

When you think about hospitality awards, what comes to mind? Is it the glitz and glamour of the red carpet, or the meticulous attention to detail that sets the best apart from the rest? In this blog post, we will delve into the world of hospitality awards, exploring the significance and impact of these accolades on the industry. Whether you're a traveler seeking exceptional service or a hospitality professional striving for excellence, understanding the most prestigious awards can offer valuable insights into the highest standards of hospitality.

The Importance of Hospitality Awards

In the world of hospitality, awards serve as a powerful symbol of excellence, recognizing the dedication and commitment of establishments to delivering exceptional service. Let's delve into the intrinsic value of hospitality awards and their impact on the customer experience.

Recognizing Excellence in Service

You're well aware that hospitality is all about going above and beyond to exceed expectations. Hospitality awards not only celebrate the hard work and passion of the industry professionals but also serve as an assurance of quality for guests. When a hotel or restaurant is honored with a prestigious award, it signifies that they have met and surpassed stringent criteria, ensuring that guests receive nothing short of a superlative experience. It's a testament to their unwavering dedication to providing top-notch service, thus instilling confidence in potential customers who seek an exceptional stay or dining experience.

Impact on Customer Experience

Imagine this scenario: you're browsing for a place to stay during your next vacation. How do you make your decision? The recognition garnered through hospitality awards significantly influences the customer experience. It acts as a trusted guide, steering guests toward establishments that have been lauded for their excellence. This assurance plays a pivotal role in shaping the expectations of guests, resulting in heightened anticipation and overall satisfaction. Additionally, knowing that an establishment has been recognized for its outstanding service cultivates a sense of trust and confidence, elevating the entire guest experience from the moment of reservation to the final farewell.

Hospitality awards wield significant influence, acting as beacons of exceptional service and guiding guests toward unforgettable experiences. The recognition of excellence in service sets a high standard for the industry, underscoring the profound impact these accolades have on enhancing the overall customer experience.

The Most Prestigious Hospitality Awards

When it comes to recognizing excellence in the hospitality industry, several prestigious awards stand out, embodying the essence of exceptional service and quality experiences. Let's delve into the world of prestigious hospitality awards and explore the remarkable standards they represent.

Forbes Travel Guide Star Awards

The Forbes Travel Guide Star Awards are a testament to unparalleled luxury and high-class service within the hospitality sector. Receiving a Forbes Star Award is a hallmark of distinction, signifying a relentless dedication to providing guests with unforgettable experiences. Each star represents a specific level of quality, with the coveted Five-Star rating being the pinnacle of achievement for luxury hotels, restaurants, and spas. The meticulous evaluation process ensures that only the finest establishments receive this prestigious accolade, assuring guests of an extraordinary level of opulence and hospitality.

World Travel Awards

The World Travel Awards serve as a global benchmark for excellence in the travel and hospitality industry, honoring organizations that demonstrate a commitment to surpassing expectations. Often dubbed the "Oscars of the Travel Industry," these awards celebrate and uphold the highest standards of customer service, innovation, and quality. From luxury hotels and airlines to destination resorts and tour operators, the World Travel Awards recognize the trailblazers and trendsetters who continuously redefine the boundaries of extraordinary travel experiences.

Michelin Guide

The Michelin Guide epitomizes culinary eminence, bestowing stars upon restaurants that exhibit unparalleled mastery in the art of gastronomy. Renowned for its meticulous anonymous inspections and discerning standards, the Michelin Guide awards stars based on the quality of the dining experience, with a three-star rating signifying exceptional cuisine, superlative service, and a distinctive ambiance. Earning a Michelin star is a culinary triumph, signaling a culinary destination where every dish tells a story and every visit is an exploration of exquisite flavors and artistry.

By understanding the significance of these prominent accolades, one gains insight into the uncompromising dedication and excellence that define the most prestigious establishments in the hospitality industry.

What Sets Award-Winning Hotels Apart

Exceptional Customer Service

When you step into an award-winning hotel, you expect to be treated like royalty, and that's exactly what sets them apart. The staff go above and beyond to anticipate your needs, ensuring a seamless and delightful experience from the moment you arrive. Every interaction is polished and personalized, leaving you feeling truly valued and cared for. Whether it's a warm greeting at the door or a thoughtful gesture in your room, the attention to detail in their service is unparalleled.

Luxurious Amenities

Award-winning hotels are synonymous with luxury, and their amenities reflect this standard. From plush bedding and opulent bathroom facilities to state-of-the-art fitness centers and rejuvenating spa services, every aspect is designed to provide indulgent comfort and relaxation. You're not just a guest – you're a pampered visitor experiencing the epitome of extravagance and refinement.

Culinary Excellence

In the realm of award-winning hotels, culinary excellence is a non-negotiable attribute. Every dish is a masterpiece, crafted with fresh, high-quality ingredients and innovative techniques. Whether you're savoring a decadent breakfast buffet or dining at a Michelin-starred restaurant on the premises, the culinary experience is a sensorial journey, leaving an unforgettable impression on your palate.

The Influence of Awards on Hospitality Industry

Attracting Discerning Guests

Awards in the hospitality industry act as a seal of approval, signaling to prospective guests that a hotel or restaurant has been recognized for its exceptional service and quality. When discerning guests are searching for accommodations or dining experiences, an establishment with prestigious awards stands out among the competition. These accolades serve as a powerful marketing tool, capturing the attention of travelers seeking a memorable and extraordinary stay. The allure of award-winning hospitality establishments creates a sense of anticipation and excitement, drawing in guests who expect nothing less than excellence.

Employee Motivation and Retention

Hospitality awards not only benefit the establishment in attracting guests, but also play a significant role in motivating and retaining employees. Recognition through awards fosters a sense of pride and accomplishment among staff members, driving them to maintain the high standards that led to the accolade. This sense of achievement and acknowledgment enhances employee satisfaction, contributing to lower turnover rates and a more motivated workforce. As employees strive for the collective goal of maintaining the level of excellence that garnered the award, they become integral ambassadors of the establishment's commitment to superior hospitality, ultimately contributing to a positive guest experience.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the most prestigious hospitality awards serve as a benchmark for excellence in the industry. Winning such accolades not only brings recognition but also signifies a commitment to delivering exceptional service and experiences to guests. As a hospitality professional, staying updated on these awards and striving to meet their standards can help elevate your establishment's reputation and attract discerning clientele. Incorporating best practices from award-winning properties can inspire innovation and improvement within your own operations, ultimately leading to greater success in the competitive hospitality landscape.

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

I’ve seen people on Twitter talk about how Hazbin Hotel was snubbed since it wasn’t nominated for an Emmy and talking about how people who don’t like the show are happy about it and like.

Idk I can only speak for myself, but tbh I’m kinda sad that the show, from the beginning, just…wasn’t good. Not Emmy good, at the very least. (more below)

There’s this weird expectation that, if you are at all critical or dissatisfied with what the Hazbin show ended up being, that you’re a horrible person who is obsessed with seeing everyone who worked on the project fail, and have just hated the show and its creator since the beginning of time and like…

I did not want the show to be bad!! I was really hoping that I’d be wrong, that I’d be pleasantly surprised, that the show would be entertaining and well written and paced. But, for me, it just wasn’t.

I have tried to be very forthcoming about the things I liked and what I wished the show would have focused on more. I wanted to like the show!!! I would have LOVED the show if its writing and animation were on par with other adult animated shows.

However when it came out, it had a LOT of problems, and it seems really clear to me that the National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences picked up on them, just as I did.

It’s so odd to me that a lot of Hazbin “super-fans” think that if you’re critical of the show you must hate it, because the majority of people I’ve spoken to who are very critical of the series ARE fans of the series who felt disappointed by it when it actually came out.

Switching gears a bit—It’s genuinely kind of disheartening to see so many people prop the show up as if it was the best most perfect best show ever when, in reality, Hazbin is a perfectly serviceable and fun show, but is not as deep or as well-crafted as it claims to be, and as a lot of other adult animation that’s out right now.

Recently, I’ve seen this belief develop in some fandoms that what you love needs to be somehow validated or “proven” to be good by winning an award or receiving accolades.

And while I definitely understand the desire to see something you love be recognized for the artistry that’s put into it, the truth is that sometimes there are really really good pieces of art and media that don’t get the recognition they deserve, and there are really really bad pieces of art and media that are treated like holy grails.

Like I’m saying all of this as someone who’s favorite movie is fucking Tron: Legacy. I LOVE Tron Legacy. It’s so fun and I love the characters and environment. But it’s also bad!!! It’s a very convoluted plot, and characters don’t get a lot of development and it has the “born sexy yesterday” trope which I hate and it’s one of my favorite movies of all time!!! I love it!!

But it doesn’t have to be a perfect masterpiece for it to be a masterpiece to me personally. I can recognize that while I love it, it’s not particularly amazing by any means. It’s kind of a shit show. The story and writing and cinematography don’t deserve any big awards. But I love it and that’s all that matters!

I do not think that Hazbin Hotel deserves any awards for being an excellent television show, and I can also really see why the people who decide Emmy nominations did not nominate it.

But who cares what I think!! My favorite movie is Tron Legacy! And I completely unironically love the 1993 Super Mario Bros. Movie!!!

The point I’m trying to make is that, while yes, it can be disappointing when something you love isn’t recognized, but that shouldn’t take away the value the show has to you if you love it.

Hazbin Hotel can be a bad show, and it can still be your favorite show that you love more than anything. Tron Legacy can be a bad movie and I can still love it and think it’s peak cinema. It’s okay. It’s okay to like and love media that isn’t perfect. It’s okay to criticize the media you love.

[taekookpassion]

The Temptation Game - (Chapter 13)

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Chapter Title: A Decade Later Warning for Readers This chapter contains themes of emotional distress, introspection, and reflections on past relationships. Summary Ten years after parting ways with Jungkook, Y/N stands at the pinnacle of her career as the CEO of Opal Oasis, recognized as the Best Businesswoman of the Year. Despite her accomplishments, memories of Jungkook and the love they shared haunt her, leaving her questioning whether achieving her dreams was worth the cost of losing him. Word Count : 1,136 words

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Days, months, and even years rolled on, like sand slipping through an hourglass, each grain representing moments of laughter, tears, and growth. Ten years had passed since Y/N and Jungkook had parted ways, their hearts still intertwined in the echoes of memories, but their paths had diverged, leading them to new destinies.

"10 years later..."

The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation in a grand hall filled with the most influential businesswomen and men in the city. Luxurious chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed attendees. The stage was set, and the air was thick with excitement as the Master of Ceremonies stepped up to the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the MC's voice echoed through the venue, drawing every eye toward the stage. "Tonight, we celebrate excellence, resilience, and ambition. The award for Best Businesswoman of the Year goes to an individual who has redefined success in her field and has inspired many with her unwavering spirit."

The audience held their breath as the anticipation grew. Y/N felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach, but she pushed it down, reminding herself of all the hard work she had put in to reach this moment.

"And the award goes to... Ms. Y/N, the CEO of Opal Oasis, a chain of restaurants and hotels!"

Applause erupted in the room, a cacophony of clapping hands and joyous cheers. A mix of pride and humility washed over Y/N as she stood up, her heart racing. She took a moment to breathe, gathering her thoughts and steadying her nerves.

With a stunning beauty that radiated confidence and a powerful aura that demanded attention, Y/N stepped onto the stage. Each step echoed the sacrifices she had made, the late nights spent working, the moments of doubt that had threatened to consume her. She remembered the pain of leaving Jungkook behind, the love that had once filled her heart but now transformed into a bittersweet memory.

As she reached the podium, the audience's cheers faded into a distant hum. Y/N looked out at the sea of faces, each one representing a different story, a different struggle. She had come so far, not just for herself, but for her family and the dreams they had nurtured together. This moment was not just hers; it belonged to them too.

With a small tear prickling at the corner of her eye, she subtly blinked it away, determined to maintain her composure. Y/N took the award, the trophy gleaming under the lights, a testament to her hard work and perseverance.

“Thank you,” she began, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “This award represents not just my journey, but the journeys of all those who strive for their dreams against all odds. Every challenge I faced only strengthened my resolve to succeed, to create opportunities, and to uplift my family.”

As she spoke, memories of her past washed over her—the struggles, the nights she spent alone, the moments of self-doubt, and the sacrifices made along the way. With each word, she honored the past, recognizing how far she had come.

“I owe this to my family, who believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. And to everyone who has supported me, thank you for being part of this journey. I hope to inspire others to chase their dreams relentlessly.”

The crowd erupted into applause once more, but Y/N’s thoughts momentarily drifted back to Jungkook. She wondered where he was now, what he had become. The ache of their past still lingered, a reminder of a love that had shaped her, but she had forged her path, one built on determination and resilience.

As she stepped back from the podium, a mixture of triumph and nostalgia washed over her. She had become a woman of strength, a leader in her own right, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or someone—was still missing from her life.

The applause faded, and as she turned to leave the stage, she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder, half-hoping to see a familiar face in the crowd.

As Y/N settled into the backseat of the car, the engine purred to life, and they began their journey home. The city lights blurred by as they sped through the streets, but her gaze remained fixed on the grand facades of her restaurants, each one a testament to her relentless ambition and hard work. The Opal Oasis chain glimmered under the night sky, a beacon of success that she had poured her heart and soul into.

But despite the sparkling exterior, a heavy weight rested in her chest. As she watched the magnificent structures pass by, a small tear rolled down her cheek, trailing down her face like a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifices made along the way. She had envisioned this moment—standing at the pinnacle of her career, recognized as a leader in her field. Yet, here she was, questioning everything.

The journey had been arduous, filled with sleepless nights, endless meetings, and moments of doubt that gnawed at her spirit. Each step toward success had come at a cost. The fruit of her labor should have yielded peace and fulfillment, but instead, she felt an emptiness that resonated deep within her.

"Why?" she whispered to herself, her heart aching with unspoken questions. "Why does it feel like something is missing?"

The success that had once felt like a distant dream now sat heavily in her lap, yet it failed to fill the void that lingered. She had chased this ambition with fervor, driven by a desire to uplift her family and create a life far removed from the struggles of her past. But even with all the accolades and accomplishments, her heart felt strangely barren.

Thoughts of Jungkook crept into her mind, uninvited yet persistent. She remembered the laughter they shared, the way his smile could light up her darkest days. In the whirlwind of her career, she had buried those feelings deep, convincing herself that her path was clear and that love was a distraction she couldn’t afford. Yet now, as she sat in the plush comfort of the car, she couldn’t shake the nagging sensation that love—his love—had been the missing piece all along.

"Is this what I wanted?" she pondered, staring out the window as the world blurred past. "To achieve everything but lose the person who mattered most?"

The question lingered in the air, heavy with emotion. She remembered their last conversation, his words echoing in her mind: "From this moment, I won't come in front of you." The finality of his departure had cut deep, leaving a wound that had yet to heal.

Each success she celebrated felt tainted by the absence of Jungkook, a bittersweet reminder of what she had chosen to sacrifice. Despite the accolades and recognition, she found herself longing for something more—a connection, a love, a sense of belonging that had eluded her.

As they approached her home, she felt a knot tighten in her stomach. It was a beautiful house, a symbol of her hard-earned success, but it felt hollow without the warmth of laughter and the presence of someone who understood her deepest fears and dreams.

The car rolled to a stop, and Y/N took a deep breath, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She stepped out, the chill of the night air biting against her skin. Each step toward the door felt heavy, laden with the weight of her thoughts.

Inside, the quiet was deafening. She closed the door behind her, enveloped in silence that echoed through the spacious rooms. Y/N stood in the dim light, staring into the distance, wondering if she could ever find peace in her accomplishments.

Even with all the success, my heart is still empty.

She whispered the thought to the darkness, wishing for an answer, for a sign that the path she had chosen was the right one. But the only response was the steady ticking of the clock, a reminder that time continued to pass, even as she grappled with the emptiness within.

To be continued....

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Could she ever find her way back to the love she had lost? Was there still a chance for happiness beyond the shadows of ambition?

The journey ahead remained uncertain, but one thing was clear: her heart was still searching for something—someone—to fill the void.

Will her emptiness get filled? or is it too late?

[moocha-muses]

You heard the lady; let's see that first night math!

So: Every contestant started at 11 DR and 0 LTR points with Lilo, and vice-versa. The final score is based on the total DR at the end of the night, plus a chemistry bonus (10 points per bolt), and various bonuses earned for playing instruments or trying to talk to the Simchelor after the initial interaction. (Sims mostly got one chance to talk to Lilo - Lilo could talk to anyone she wanted.) The producers acted to cancel interactions (like Elin's fifth game of catch with another contestant), but never to instigate them.

Raymond: 11 Sidney: 21 Daphne: 23 Candy: 39 Brodie: 41 Manni: 41 Deena: 47 Leonard: 52 Elin: 53 Xane: 53 Esther: 55 Marcus: 57 Claude: 65 Mallory: 69 (nice)

I already planned to award the First Impression Rose to the highest bolter, but Mallory also won by points! Our compliments to @mystic-hysteria. Your girl is here to win. (Although maybe not as much as Esther, who did score a whole 12 points in 'trying to talk to the Simchelor' bonuses (3 per attempt), and even managed to close the chemistry gap.)

Raymond, Sidney, and Daphne didn't interact with Lilo even once, hence their abysmal scores. Our sympathies to their agents, @cobycobsy2k, @thatonebritishsimmer, and @asimplevampire :( They'll be staying in the hotel instead of coming along to the Mansion. Candy failed to mesh with Lilo on the night but her excellent villain moves (she went in for a hang-out interrupt while Lilo was talking to Mal - good instincts and an interaction that could have tied up the Simchelor's attention for the rest of the night! Plus she had our first steal-away) earned her the coveted Producer Pick.

Keep tuning in, viewers! We'll see you at the mansion!

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Why you will not shame Harry off the ESPY Awards and why his Lovely and Fragrant Wife Will Be There by u/Evilvieh

Why you will not shame Harry off the ESPY Awards and why his Lovely and Fragrant Wife Will Be There And give up an opportunity for her to eyefuck the biggest camera turned on her since her wedding??? Oh hell no! If they want her to do an entire polo team live onstage (including the horses) she'll do it to have 2.34 million eyeballs on her gracious person. Sure, she'll send Harry along by himself to some hotel basement ballroom to be a Legend of Ornithoptery... Ordination... Radiation.... whatever the hell he was babbling on about at breakfast, but THIS IS AN AUDIENCE OF MILLIONS! Something she'll otherwise never again see in this lifetime! Oooooh, just imagine if she can grab the mike! Got to drape herself in one of his mom's castoffs or something! Forget those online petitioners, forget those complaining letters to the network, forget the fact that she's not the honoree, short of an asteroid strike, SHE WILL BE THERE.Last years viewing figures from IMDB :The 2023 ESPYs scored a Wednesday primetime demo win for ABC. The annual award ceremony celebrating excellence in sports, which aired lived at 8 p.m. Et from the Dolby Theatre in Los Angeles, drew in 2.34 million total viewers and nabbed a rating of 0.41 among the key demographic among adults ages 18-49 — the highest of the night — according to Nielsen live-plus-same-day figures.https://ift.tt/lhZcEjC post link: https://ift.tt/AzQOTyh author: Evilvieh submitted: July 04, 2024 at 01:46AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.