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Okay, another little lesson for fic writers since I see it come up sometimes in fics: wine in restaurants.

When you buy a bottle of wine in a (nicer) restaurant, generally (please note my emphasis there, this is a generalization for most restaurants, but not all restaurants, especially non-US ones) you may see a waiter do a few things when they bring you the bottle.

The waiter presents the bottle to the person who ordered it

The waiter uncorks the bottle in order to serve it

The waiter hands the cork to the person who ordered the bottle

The waiter pours a small portion of the wine (barely a splash) and waits for the person who ordered it to taste it

The waiter then pours glasses for everyone else at the table, and then returns to fill up the initial taster's glass

Now, you might be thinking -- that's all pretty obvious, right? They're bringing you what you ordered, making sure you liked it, and then pouring it for the group. Wrong. It's actually a little bit more complicated than that.

The waiter presents the bottle to the person who ordered it so that they can inspect the label and vintage and make sure it's the bottle they actually ordered off the menu

The waiter uncorks the bottle so that the table can see it was unopened before this moment (i.e., not another wine they poured into an empty bottle) and well-sealed

The waiter hands the cork to the person who ordered the bottle so that they can inspect the label on the cork and determine if it matches up; they can also smell/feel the cork to see if there is any dergradation or mold that might impact the wine itself

The waiter pours a small portion for the person who ordered to taste NOT to see if they liked it -- that's a common misconception. Yes, sometimes when house wine is served by the glass, waiters will pour a portion for people to taste and agree to. But when you order a bottle, the taste isn't for approval -- you've already bought the bottle at this point! You don't get to refuse it if you don't like it. Rather, the tasting is to determine if the wine is "corked", a term that refers to when a wine is contaminated by TCA, a chemical compound that causes a specific taste/flavor. TCA can be caused by mold in corks, and is one of the only reasons you can (generally) refuse a bottle of wine you have already purchased. Most people can taste or smell TCA if they are trained for it; other people might drink the wine for a few minutes before noticing a damp, basement-like smell on the aftertaste. Once you've tasted it, you'll remember it. That first sip is your opportunity to take one for the table and save them from a possibly corked bottle of wine, which is absolutely no fun.

If you've sipped the wine (I generally smell it, I've found it's easier to smell than taste) and determined that it is safe, you then nod to your waiter. The waiter will then pour glasses for everyone else at the table. If the wine is corked, you would refuse the bottle and ask the waiter for a new bottle. If there is no new bottle, you'll either get a refund or they'll ask you to choose another option on their wine list. A good restaurant will understand that corked bottles happen randomly, and will leap at the opportunity to replace it; a bad restaurant or a restaurant with poor training will sometimes try to argue with you about whether or not it's corked. Again, it can be a subtle, subjective taste, so proceed carefully.

In restaurants, this process can happen very quickly! It's elegant and practiced. The waiter will generally uncork the bottle without setting the bottle down or bracing it against themselves. They will remove the cork without breaking it, and they will pour the wine without dripping it down the label or on the table.

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me: i think i’ll get some writing done today :)

also me: *in the padded room rocking back and forth whispering dialogue to myself like it’s a radio transmission from another dimension*

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dam…….. that website “you feel like shit” (it’s like a questionnaire / troubleshooting guide for when you feel like shit) really works………………….. im not even all the way thru it and i even half-assed a lot of the suggestions and i already feel loads better

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i thought my laptop was on its last leg because it was running at six billion degrees and using 100% disk space at all times and then i turned off shadows and some other windows effects and it was immediately cured. i just did the same to my roommate's computer and its performance issues were also immediately cured. okay. i guess.

so i guess if you have creaky freezy windows 10/11 try searching "advanced system settings", go to performance settings, and uncheck "show shadows under windows" and anything else you don't want. hope that helps someone else.

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meep.

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i am genuinely scared to watch kpop demon hunters for two reasons:

it is a part sad, part happy ending, and idk I'm never rly in the right headspace for that kind of thing so gotta prepare myself which idk takes a lot of time.

it is a netflix movie. Being kind of late to join the netflix club (i got a subscription in around 2022- 23), i have been drawn to series and movies that weren't renewed when they should have and idk it just fucks me up a little (dunno if that's normal but that's how it is) sooo idk i feel like i wanna hear news abt a sequel being confirmed before even touching it.

until then ig it's reels and tumblr 🤷🤷 dunno what the purpose of this post was but eh anyway.

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sometimes writing feels like dragging your brain across gravel. but at least the gravel is sparkly. and covered in metaphors.

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Hello, how the fuck do i make s property goddamn heart on the coffee and is this what people go through in actual cafe settings coz Jesus fuck

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“We’re in a fanfic drought” Tell the writers you like their work.

“All Tumblr ever does is write oneshots now” Tell the writers that you’d love to see them write longer things.

“Nobody updates their fics anymore” Tell the writers you love the fic and want to see more of it.

Tell the writers.

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Hello, people, after some edits this one has been updated kinda, the next week is prolly gonna be me trying to finish this one so that i can start my loki fic, or some other one idrk, but yeah.

The Umbrella Academy Final Season: My Version

Part Fourteen: Different Paths.

Overview: Everyone goes on their own way, some choosing to stay back, while some are on the run.

On the other hand, some decide to go on another dangerous adventure. TW: Mature language, gore, mention of murder and stuff, tell me if I missed anything! Pairings: Five x OC, Diego x Lila, Raymond x Allison, a little of Klaus x Dave, Ben x Jennifer and Luther x Sloane.

A group of people stood over mutilated bodies. FIve's boss didn't understand what the hell a group of civilians, which included the richest goddamn man on Earth, were doing in what was supposed to be the CIA's crime scene.

"The farm belongs to Gene and Jean Thibedeau," one of the guys under Five told him. Five nodded, a serious look on his face as he sighed, before turning to walk to them.

Well, the man thought. There seems to be a connection.

"Miss Rosewood," he called, beckoning her with two fingers. "Who are those people with Mr. Five?"

"They're connected to this case, sir," Clementine said, not giving away more than she needs to.

Meanwhile, Allison looked at the bloodbath casually. "Okay, Ben is an asshole; I'll give you that, but a mass murderer?"

"Turned everyone into haggis," Lila commented, slowly walking over to a severed arm, picking it up, and showing the group a tattoo that all the Keepers got, a half-umberella. "And they have terrible taste in tattoos."

"Some next-level psycho shit," Diego said, looking at the limb his wife threw.

"This could've been a rescue mission," Viktor speculated.

"More likely a massacre by two individuals who are growing increasingly violent by the minute," Reginald countered gloomily.

"You don't know that," Viktor said irritatedly.

Five came over, shoving a hand in a pocket. "All right, so my guys tell me that this whole farm actually belongs to those two lunatics who ambushed us at New Grumpson. Gene and Jean Thibedeau."

As Allison bent down to poke a body with a stick, Luther reckoned, "Well, maybe Ben killed them too."

"Forensics found fresh tracks leading out the barn, so my guess is they escaped." Five interjected, looking around. He spotted Clementine talking casually with a forensics guy. Her tight smile told a different story as the man gave her another flirty wink. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked on, only relaxing when she moved away, no doubt with a polite excuse.

"Well, they couldn't have gotten far." Allison pondered. "Based on the signs of rigor, I'd say time of death was six, maybe seven hours ago."

Everyone stared at her with surprised faces. "How do you know that?" Diego asked, voicing everyone's bewilderment.

"Wichita, PD," she replied. "Thursday nights at 9/8 Central."

"Ready the car," Reginald called out.

"I gotta make a call," Allison said, strutting away to find a private corner.

Five moved away as well, going to where Clementine was standing. There was a crease on her forehead, her eyes distant in thought.

"Oh, I know that look," Five said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "What're you planning?"

"Just... there might be a way to stop all this," she answered.

"The answer is no," he said, immediately knowing what she was talking about.

"I didn't ask you," she simply said.

"Look, it's dangerous, alright? You could get killed, and more importantly, you could get stuck."

"As I said, I. Didn't. Ask."

He frustratedly ran a hand through his hair, stepping even closer to her. The pointy ends of his office shoes were touching the narrow ends of her heels, and she found herself nose to nose with the man.

"Do you know just how much danger you might get into, Clementine?" He said it through gritted teeth.

"I do," she replied plainly. "You don't worry about me, Five. I can take care of myself."

Five sighed in aggravation, seeing solid determination in her eyes.

"Y'know why I worry about you?" Five asked her.

Clementine's eyes flitted to his, surprise and confusion sparking in them like lightning between grey clouds.

"It's because I strive to keep myself alive. I make plans that involve everyone, including myself getting out of the place safely. You, on the other hand, are reckless and don't care if you die."

"And what, you do?" she asked casually, making Five's eyebrows furrow in shock. "Yes. Of course I do."

His response caused Clementine to flounder as her eyes widened at his genuine response. Her lips parted as she thought of a sarcastic reply, Five's eyes glancing at them once before they went back to hers.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Five was the one to break the stupor, backing away a step and shaking his head defeatedly.

"I'm going to come with you. I must have these powers for a reason anyway, right? But, first sign of trouble, we're coming back. Deal?"

Clementine brightened up a bit before nodding. "Deal."

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Allison was on a phone call with Raymond.

"So... you're saying that this has started again? The world's going to end for, what, a fourth time?"

"We think so. But there's a way to stop it. So we're going to try it."

"Baby, think about this. Are you sure you want to spend your last few days running around instead of coming home to us?"

Allison paused, taking in a breath. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm not stopping you from doing anything. But you've always just been running around, trying to save the world. Maybe it's time you gave it a rest and just let it happen. Why do you think it follows you everywhere?"

Allison was silent for a while, thinking about his words. "I... I don't know what else to do."

"Just... think about it, yeah?" he pleaded. "Claire and I are waiting for you at home; just remember that."

"I will," she said, before cutting the call. She couldn't help but agree with her husband, but she also knew that she had to at least try.

Meanwhile, Lila was toeing at a body when Diego pulled her back a little. "Stop tampering with evidence, Lila."

"They're not going to get anything from this anyway," Lila speculated. "These people wouldn't know otherworldly bullshit if it slapped them in the face."

Diego chuckled at that, brushing some stray hair away from her forehead. Suddenly she felt dizzy, swaying a little as he caught her by her arm. "What's wrong? You alright?"

"I don't know, I just..." she trailed off before she almost fell backwards. Diego and Lila saw a flash of purple before they both were in a subway station.

"What the fuck?" Diego said, before bile rushed to his throat. "Oh, that's not a very good feeling. Is this how you felt during those mornings during your pregnancies?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Lila affirmed. "Why the fuck are we here, though?"

"Where is here, exactly?" he asked, looking around at the dull surroundings and the weird symbols littered in places, as if they were supposed to be words. "Am I tripping or is there bullshit written everywhere?"

"No, uhhh, okay, how do I explain this?" Lila murmured thoughtfully, tapping a manicured finger on her chin, before snapping them. "So, you remember the Commission, yeah? It's like that, except you don't time travel with suitcases and there's no headquarters or anything. It's a subway station, and there's a train that can take us to different timelines."

Diego just blinked at the information, partially understanding it. "Okay. But what are those?" He asked, pointing at the big board of gibberish on the right side.

"I dunno, really," she replied with a shrug. "Even the map's bloody confusing," she murmured, walking forward to squint at it.

Diego stood beside her as the bright map lit up their faces, staring at the colorful lines that overlapped over each other, causing his brain to almost short-circuit.

"That's just lines overlapping each other," he said, rubbing at his eyes like the light started to burn them.

Lila suddenly blinked, before gasping. "Oh my god. I just got the perfect idea."

"And what's that?"

"Why don't we use the time choo-choo, go back in time and stop the coming Armageddon?"

Diego blinked just as a train arrived at a platform. "How... would that work exactly?"

"We travel back in time to the original Jennifer incident. Stop your Ben from ever touching that Jen," she replied plainly with a shrug.

Diego scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. "But... what if we get lost? We don't even know how to navigate this thing."

"It's worth a shot, though, isn't it?" Lila asked, burrowing her hands in her pockets. "We must've gotten here for a reason, right? And plus, everything's just in place, the kids are taken care of, the others are taking care of some stuff.... we could actually go ahead with this."

And so, Allison merely went home to her family while Luther called Sloane to schedule a date with her. They both had decided they wouldn't tamper with time to lose all over again.

Viktor struck a careful deal with Reginald, opting to go with the man to find his two missing siblings.

Klaus and Dave cooped up at a motel, and the latter seemed to have the most peaceful sleep of his life while the former only stared at his sleeping face.

Ben and Jennifer found their feelings growing as rapidly as the infection grew on the latter's arm, still keeping each other at a distance, both somehow ready to go beyond the limits for each other.

Lila and Diego stepped into a train as Five and Clementine stepped in another, both going far, far away to find a solution that they could've easily found staying where they were.

This was where their paths diverged, one root growing out several branches, waiting for the moment they would be one again.

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Thanks for reading!! Likes, reblogs and comments are heavily appreciated!!

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Has someone done this yet

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the blindfold w that outfit.

that's it that's all I'm gonna say

Toekneeedaddyyy, today I present you, after ages, captain Gojo/cap Japan/cap

captain America Satoru next?? 😈🙏🏻

HELLOOOOOO- who is this artist because I need to eat their a/ss immediately 😳😳

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Hello pretty people, I was looking for destiel fics that had like the "Dean brings Cas back from the Empty" thing going on in it, any recs? Ao3 and tumblr fics would be good. tysmmmm

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quotationless behaviour

citationless behavior

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Watching Taxi Driver s1 again and getting more and more convinced that Jo Jin-woo and Jang Seomg-cheol are two individuals that are hopelessly in love w each other👍👍👍👍

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frolicking with mama :)

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someone you loved just died of mysterious causes and you look out your window..