Cosimo Galluzzi
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
One Nice Bug Per Day
d e v o n
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Keni

blake kathryn
noise dept.
KIROKAZE
No title available

Discoholic 🪩
Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

No title available

if i look back, i am lost
Xuebing Du
h
Show & Tell
Stranger Things

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Netherlands
seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Dominican Republic
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
@vukovich
Reblog if you’re 30 or older
This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!
Almost half a century old. 😉
your kingdom honestly sucks. your princess replaced all of the knights with animated suits of armor :/
i stuck my hand inside the hollow suit of armour and it was wet in there
what's your problem
it was wet in there
Baby sphinx trying to be like mama and waylaying travelers, but all its riddles are completely non-sensical like the ones a 1st grader would tell
hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god
Only a little jealous that the British get Count Binface as their whimsical political drama of the week and not Schrodinger’s Corpse/Weekend At Mitch’s
yesterday i made a beetle out of soda tabs and wire. we took the bus home.
it's because you're always interviewing that damn vampire
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
absolutely obsessed with these tags
there's this one gay porn studio i'm subscribed to email updates for just because i am never prepared for what each email contains
pretentious gay sluts i am very fond of you
Today I had to sit in silence as a prayer was made for me. I can’t exactly reject prayers or opt out of religious lectures because I am already mistreated for being suspect.
I hate the people who pray from me. I HATE them. It is not benevolent, it’s not “well meaning”, it is a plea to their highest authority that I be changed to suit them.
It’s just them using ritual to try and manifest a higher power to bend me to their will. A prayer can’t be anything besides what the individual wants and asks for.
A being that does not exist can not have a will of its own. His plans and reasons being incomprehensible is by design, as an authority figure who’s will can not be questioned, and who’s values will always align with the believer is a powerful cudgel.
They want to strip me of my autonomy so badly. I hate them. Everyone wants to change me into something palatable and something they have power over.
oh fuck that shit
fuck no
you’re going on the Big City Gay Church prayer list
sunday 10:30
150+ souls on your side
grow anyway, grow any way
Office comedy where the pilot episode newbie is being walked around to meet all their colleagues and they get introduced to the pair of coworkers who are snappy, electric, flirty, filling each other's coffee orders, finishing each other's sentences, desk leaning, bedroom eyes, feet kicking
And when the newbie asks someone "Are those two uh, you know?" the seasoned coworker goes "Aha yeah. Divorced 🙂"
And this isn't a broken-up couple on the rebound. They've absolutely always been like this with each other save for the 11 months they were married, during which time every single day was a murder-suicide risk.
Two people who are each other's absolute everything unless you try to make them share a kitchen and a budgeting system
one of my favorite posts of all time
Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:
Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.
You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.
When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.
A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)
Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)
The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.
Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.
Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.
As someone who spent over a decade catering luxury events, let me add some back of house info:
These events are almost always open bar. They're not trying to make their money back on alcohol. They want you to drink and eat and donate generously.
If there are cocktails, there will be at most two on offer, pre-made in large tubs. You cannot order a different version, it is what it is.
There are two types of events: cocktail style or seated. The first includes roaming hors d'oeuvres or a fancy buffet with tiny plates called a grazing station. For a long night, the roaming food will get a little bigger throughout the evening and have a 'main' at some point based around a protein.
A seated event will usually be more structured and may include multiple courses. Silver service is not in vogue anymore. You are likely to get either alternating meals brought to you like at a wedding, or served banquet style. A good caterer can get a plate to everyone in a 300 person event in about three minutes.
Drunk people are the same no matter how expensive their suits. They still laugh too loud, spill their drinks and slip on the dance floor. They are usually less embarrassed about doing coke in the bathrooms.
A full scale event that starts at 6pm will have staff arriving at noon to begin setup. Earlier if there's a light show or pyrotechnics. Typically venues don't just have 30 tables and three hundred chairs lying around, let alone table cloths, chair covers, etc. It's all rented and brought in on the day. Bands and DJs will be running audio tests in the background throughout.
Most heritage buildings that host these things, like museums and manor houses, aren't really designed for them. They might put down mats so you're not walking in stilettos over two hundred year old wooden floors, the kitchens are weirdly far away, and there are not enough taps. There is never anywhere for staff to sit, so if you open the wrong door you might find half a dozen waiters sitting on upturned milk crates in a room full of million dollar paintings, eating the left over bread.
Really old buildings don't have enough bathrooms, which means the staff will be sharing with the guests.
Clean up starts the second the event ends, if not sooner. Unattended glasses will start to disappear first, then table decorations. When the timer ticks over, the lights come back on and exhausted staff strip the tables, pack up dirty glasses and unopened wine bottles and have to Tetris it all into the back of a van. The venue is booked for that day only, so everything has to be gone before anyone can go home. A large event that finishes at midnight might take until 3am to be cleared away.
These are very long and physically demanding nights for anyone working them. The staff all get to know each other, and will absolutely notice someone trying to sneak in wearing a borrowed uniform. They are not being paid enough to care.