#famiy dinner

[bensonsbobblehead]

Summertime Sadness - Chapter 6

Aubrey and Jack hotchner come home for the summer after living in California with their mom for the school year. How will they deal with the trauma in California and living with their fathers new girlfriend.

Content Pairings: Hotchner Famiy x BAU!Reader (ft; the team and others) POV: switches a lot.  some Henry and Aubrey content for ya.

Chapter Warnings: more angst, teenage love yay, sex mention, yelling, crying duh

wc; 1.4k 

A/N: here's chapter six, hope you’re enjoying. im so sorry for posting late, I had so many different ways I wanted to take it and my laptop was broken but im back now :0

Aubrey ran down to the kitchen for a popsicle and water. While her a cup was filing she noticed a post card from California with the address being her moms house.  

She turned it over to see her moms hand waiting

Hello Aaron, this is Haley, of course we’ll be able to come out we both really miss the kids! I’m so happy for him I know retirement was coming soon. Calvin snd I will be there next week.

 No…no, no, no!

Rossis’ retirement dinner, of course he wants them to come everybody loves Rossi.

She grabbed the water and popsicle, and headed to her room. She sat the popsicle to melt and the water next to her desk, Jack was sound asleep in her bed. 

She pulled out her phone and texted Henry,

A: HJ, you up? 

H: yeah, you good?

A: can I come over?

H: yeah windows open

Aubrey got dressed in leggings and a hoodie and a pair of house shoes she wore outside. She arrived at Henrys’ house, it was a ranch with a huge backyaard and the tallest ceiling Bre has ever seen. She walked over to Henry window and knocked, he opened it, “pull me you” she said doing grabby hands. 

Henry pulled her up swiftly after a few tries and running start up the side of the house. 

“You’re dad is probably going to kill you” Henry added after pulling her up,

“You’re mom is gonna kill you! You snuck a girl in.”

 “Yeah but it’s you” he laughed, closing the window then looking at her with his bright blue eyes. 

 Aubrey walked around his room, he had lots over random drawings and stickers on his wall, of course posters of scary movies which they obsess over together.  

 “You kept the list up there” she said looking above at the only writing that’s on his wall. 

 “Uh yeah why wouldn’t I?” He asked in an almost serious tone, wondering why she thought he’d delete it. 

The first summer after Calvin started abusing Aubrey she spent a lot of time with the Jareaus, it was her safe place. Her dad was constantly working and Jack was always at summer camp for basketball. Henry and Aubrey had grown up together and became best friends by default. Henry noticed the change in Aubrey and encouged her to make a list of things to try to feel better. 

It wasn’t much but it was something, he hated to see her hurting even though she never opened up about what was hurting her. 

Go swimming/ take bath and pretend it’s a pool 

Scream into a pillow 

Eat melted popcisles  

Spend time with Henry 

The list was fresh like he had just wrote it again, Henry came home the night of the dinner to rewrite-it knowing she was going to need it. 

“I kept it in case you needed it” 

She ran to hug him and he immediately hugged her back he felt light shakes and his shirt began to get wet. He didn’t say anything he just squeezed her tighter letting her know he’s there for her. 

Henry was older than Aubrey by a few months, even though they were basically the same age. He just turned 17 and Aubrey isn’t to far behind. With her being the only girl and their parents being FBI agents they made sure to protect her. Even though Aubrey hated being smothered by Jack and Henry.

After slowly pulling away they both looked into each other eyes, it was comfortable, but they were both too shy to make a move. Henry finally broke the stare down, “Are you okay? Do I need to get my mom?” He said walking to his bed to sit down Aubrey plopping down beside him.

“Just got some bad news.” she picked at the sleeve of her hoodie,

“What happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, my mom and her stupid boyfriend coming to town for Rossis retirement party.” 

“I take it you don’t like him?”

“Trust me it’s more than dislike, I just hate him for my own reasons” 

“I’ll be there if you need to escape from him. You can always stay with me.” He looked her up and down and smiled. Aubrey figured you only live once so why not, she went in connecting her lips to his pulling in deeper when Henry didn’t push back. They two disconnected looking each other in the eye and smiling. 

“Thanks Henry, you’re really sweet.” She snuggled into his side how she always has since they were young. They both smiled to themselves knowing they just shared their first kiss with each other. They both mistakenly fell asleep completely forgetting that Aubrey had to go back in a few hours.

Hours passed and they were both awoken by your voice, that was coming downstairs. Apparently Hotch had the Garcia tracking her phone and the team out looking for Bre.

“I’m not upset with her but her dad on the other hand.” You said to JJ causing both the women to laugh. This is bad Bre thought to herself while listening from Henry’s room. 

“Why did you let me fall asleep?” She hit Henry in the chest as she quietly shut his room door. 

“I didn’t think your dad would send out a search party when you’re literally here safe next to me.” he smiled,

“It’s not funny and he doesn’t know that” she said trying to appear serious frantically putting her shoes on. Both Aubrey and Henry creeped down the stairs just as Aaron was walking in. 

Henry stepped on a creek causing everyone heads to snap towards them. You all looked at them with relief and amusement seeing the two teenagers. 

“I’m so so sorry guys I completely forgot to tell you I was coming over here—-“

“We were worried SICK and you were over here with HENRY in his BED” Aaron said loudly, he was relieved to see her but so upset with her. 

“Dad I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you and it’s not like that I swear!” Aubrey begged looking at her dad

“Are you two having sex? Because your father and I taught you to NOT sneak people into the house especially girls.” JJ turned to Henry, causing him to blush, Aubrey picking up on it and smirking. 

“What? Ew. No mom I would never, we just talked all night I swear.” Henry pleased with his mother, he was never a troubled boy but he was still a teenager. 

“We aren’t doing that and I just needed to talk to him we figured it wouldn’t be a big deal cause I was safe.” Aubrey looked at her dad, you and JJ. 

“We just want you to tell us where you are especially if you aren’t coming home till the next day.” you said pulling Aubrey into your side and the girl returning it. 

“Go to the car now.” Aaron said in a stern voice giving Henry the look, silently cursing him through his eyes, even though he loved him. “You, room, now.” JJ ordered Henry trying to be serious. “Bye, Henry” she waved sadly, he mouthed text me later causing Bre to smile. When the teens were out of sight you and JJ busted out in laughter. 

“They are 100% going to get married on day.” you said teasing Aaron. 

“Without a doubt, you know Bre use to call herself Ms.LaMongTang, she could never pronounce it right” Aaron laughed causing the two women to laugh. You said your goodbyes as you and Aaron walked out the door heading to the car. 

The threesome arrived back at home getting ready for the rest of their day. Aaron headed upstairs to shower with Aubrey following behind until you stopped her. 

“Bre?” You called causing the teenager to turn around,”yeah?” She said sweetly, “Is the reason you left last night because of this?”

You held up the post card from California, and her bottom lip began to tremble. She looked up the stairs to make sure her dad wasn’t in sight before she ran into your arms. 

“Please don’t let him near me” she whispered in your ear, quietly crying. You rubbed her back giving her all the comfort you could. 

“I think it’s time to tell your dad Aubrey” you encouraged her knowing this was the only way. Aaron had his suspicions of something when you and Aubrey became suspiciously close. He asked you multiple times if something was going on and you just chalked it up to girl problems. 

“I’ll be right there with you Bre, but he has to know.” 

“I don’t want him to see me … differently” 

Your heart broke, “Your father loves you more than anything, he will always see you as his little girl.” 

You hated that she was treating herself like thia. Like it was her fault this happened to her. Seeing Aubrey as a victim has been the harder at thing you’ve dealt with. You’ve worked with victims before but when it’s someone you live the pain is different. 

“In a few days? I just need time to prepare.” She asked through her sniffles. 

“Whenever you’re ready, this is your story” you encouraged her and she nodded with a smile similar to her fathers. 

“Thank you so much Y/N” she said hugging you once lord then heading up the stairs. You broke down once the girl disappeared. You had been dealing with this alone since Bre told you. It was a lot and every time you seen her you wished you could take it all away. 

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#aaron hotchner #bau x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x daughter #aaron hotchner daughter #Aaron Hotchner angst #hotchner!daughter x you #Hotch x you #Aaron Hotchner dad #dad Aaron hotchner #Aaron Hotchner daughter #jj x you #Henry jareau

[lightningandfireinmybones]

romeo and juliet au’s have my mind 🤔🤔🤔

the blacks and greens have been split long before viserys died but…his death brings them together. aemond has been married to alys for a few years (she’s fine enough and needed alicent to stop asking him when he’ll marry since she knows he’s the only kid that’ll do what he’s told) (also i’m making his ass like 30 in this). at the funeral he sneaks a peek at his niece that he’s never met and becomes a infatuated with her (this man can’t believe that he’s been kept away from her his whole life). meanwhile valaena fresh out of university has been warned by her family (of course) to stay away from him but there’s just something about this tall older man that makes her squirm. cue the big family party where they sneak away and talk and hook up. cue them falling in love, cue him cheating on alys since they’re not completely ready to expose their relationship (daemon suspects and they know that if aemond divorced alys out of the blue then everyone will know). but also cue valaena teasing him CONSTANTLY at family events where he has to keep appearances up with alys and the RISK factor of them being caught makes things more spicy. (bestie i can’t outline a story for a life of me can you tell i’m not a writer). i feel like cheating trope (not on each other obviously) is totally valaemond’s thing which is why we’re gonna exclude alys from joining in this scenario

YES BESTIE LETS DO THIS

i am not a cheating apologist EXCEPT,,, soulmates!!!! who have no other way to be together!!!!

aemond, determined to be the perfect son, keep their family together, marrying mother approved alys rivers for the connections and her own power,,, she's a good match for aemond, but they're not in love,,, aemond can always feel something missing, that someone is out there, his true match (rhaenyra knows her daughter, her brother,,, she's been careful to let valaena stay as hidden as she wants,,,, generational trauma and tropes are hard to escape and if her daughter shows no interest in the danger of their famiy business she'll let her stay that way!!!!!)

and then his father dies and his whole world shifts

suddenly he has power, authority, an even greater depth of wealth than before, the whole family and operation in his hands,,, there truly is no one that can stop him or control him now,,, a tyrant has been born

and at the wedding, he sees his niece for the first time in maybe 15 years,,, she's young and fresh but not innocent (she wears a black silk dress a touch too short but not enough for anyone to say anything, fishnets, and heels) , meeting his gaze with a shrewd curiosity and resistance that has him hard at his father's funeral,,, she's been warned, but that only makes her more interested in her powerful uncle

an obsession is born, on both their sides

they're sneaking away and fucking in a coat closet at a funeral, aemond showering her in gifts and jewels, luxury hotel rooms, promises of their future together, threats of what would happen if she ever let another man touch her

but valaena is impatient,,, she starts teasing him, taunting him, driving him to the edge of madness with flashes of her garter at dinner, pictures of the lingerie he buys her, laughing stories exchanged with baela and rhaena about "her men"

#oh delicious bestie #pls this is good feeding!!!! #bless you #ask #tdopom fic #heaven knows fic

[lunarxdaydream]

3. When did they lose their virginity?

34. What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

43. Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

Lucia

( 50 oddly specific headcanon asks )

3. When did they lose their virginity?

Lucia was probably about sixteen, closer to seventeen when she lost her virginity to her long-term boyfriend turned fiancé. Like many other teens, this isn't abnormal considering how quickly they are swept by their emotions and hormones. In their case, it's a mixture of both considering how serious they had taken their relationship. In fact, it only seemed like a natural progression, especially as they neared the end of high school and discussed the possibility of their future together. I think this, coupled with the connection they had, eased the fears of accidentally becoming pregnant had their birth control methods not worked.

34. What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

The winter of 2004, to date, is stil one of the happiest memories she has of her birthday. While it was a month early, Lucia's famiy decided to celebrate early in order to share it with her grandparents prior to moving from Germany due to her father's job. She could still remember the smell of her grandmother's cooking, as well as the warm mug of hot chocolate in her hand. Her throat burned from all the shouting and laughter with her friends outside. All their marks from running around were dusted over by the fresh fall of snow that night; a warm fire burning in the hearth as her grandfather and father discussed one of the sporting events they enjoyed to follow.

Lucia was called into the kitchen where she joyfully offered help to her grandmother. The scent of sweetness and spices adding a pep to her step as she took hold of the icing to decorate the tiny army of lebkuchenmänner. A fresh loaf of Klaben left to rest on the counter, ready to be covered in powdered sugar.

Dinner was perfect, the entire family together along with her other relatives popping by to visit. Somehow, Lucia found that last burst of energy to play -- one that was soon interrupted once a handful of gifts were brought out. Knowing Lucia would be unable to spend her birthday with her grandparents, they had chosen to give her an early gift, one that would have a lasting impact in more ways than one. Tearing the wrapper free, Lucia found a holiday edition barbie with a burgundy dress. The lining stitched with silver; a delicate touch fitting to stand next to her German edition barbie gifted by her aunt the previous year. This would come to be one of last of those joyful days, and to commemorate this night, Lucia actually had a designer recreate the dress for a winter pageant in her mid-teens. In her eyes, it was a way to honor the last winter spent with her entire family.

43. Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

And here we go from a sweet memory to sad again. Lucia's first experience with loss was with her mother, a woman whom she considered not only like her best friend but the core of her foundation. Prior to her parents' divorce, Lucia had a decent relationship with her father but it could never hold a candle to what she had with her mother. In times of happiness and sadness, she looked to her for comfort. In part, she was the reason why Lucia managed to find stability after their move from Germany and to lose her was like losing a large piece of her heart. It was after this that everything slowly seemed to fall apart, and in some ways, one could say Lucia wasn't the same young woman she was prior to her mother's passing.

|| @arcxnumvitae ||

#( Lucia || answered ) #( Lucia || musings ) #arcxnumvitae #tw: loss #( q: with the pups )

[leftmugflowerpie]

since easter is around the corner and i've been subjected to celebrate all those solemnities, i feel like i need to ramble about all those religious simbols and stories.

although i'm an atheist, i can't help but to be touched by jesus' story. like. fuck. he was so *damn* human that he accepted even the condemned.

god is oniscient, he always knew that there would be ones that wouldn't be saved. because he created hell. and he damned them all. and yet jesus accepted them. he brought in the tax collector, the prostitutes and said "those who haven't sinned be the first to stone them! if your eye makes you sin, rip it out! if you hand makes you sin, cut it off!!". he gave the lost new names and new lifes even though he KNEW that ultimately they would betray him.

and oh, what a betrayal. those who applauded him as he entered the city on a sunday morning were the ones that screamed that he should be cruccified. how utterly heartbreaking. and yet jesus loved them.

he knew judas would betray him. and yet he loved him, washed his feet and had dinner with him. only so that at the end, judas would betray him with a kiss. "i love you, judas" "i said stop!"

and it keeps going, jesus proceeds to see each one of his famiy -his friends, partners, diciples- to refuse him. to run. and yet he loves them, accepts that it would all be worthy. he washed their feet and taught them to do the same to others. to believe in him. did jesus ever wondered "*where are they now?*"

i think so. because at the end he was still a human. so much so he screamed GOD! WHY HAVE YOU ABANDONED ME?. is there something more heartbreaking than that? god loved him! and, heavens, this love hurts! wasn't i enough to be saved? wasnt' i good enough? is your love not enough for me? for everyone? is that how judas felt as he asked to stop loving him? they didn't love you the way you wanted and, fuck, i wish i knew what you thought

specially seeing your mother in front of you, also damned from the start. did you know your womb was a grave? how could you ever smile knowing she would outlive her own son? and now she could be stoned by the law, so jesus says to one of his only retainers "this is your mother now" _because he wouldn't be there anymore, and she couldn't be alone_

did you feel relief when you died? knowing that you didn't need to suffer your father's love anymore? when you were nailed to the wood cross, you, the son of a carpenter, felt at home?

i guess humanity's worst sin was loving. and a god's love is different from ours love. it hurts. it crawls deep withing our guts. its raw and cannibal. it's devotion.

god loved jesus. god loved us. adam loved eve. and yet, jesus loved like a human. at times like this i think of some songs and quotes from today. "nothing in the world belongs to me but my love [...] so when i die, which i must do, could it shine down here with you?" "i don't know where to put this love, it belonged to her and i don't know where to fucking put it"

god may judge our sins but, damn, his sins are heavier than ours.

#religion #religious trauma #religious themes #rambles #it seems like i cant write anything not related to trauma huh #to the three people that'll read this

[blancheludis]

A/N: @iron-man-bingo square: Ironfam Takeout

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers Charcters: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, James Rhodes/Carol Danvers, Happy Hogan/May Parker, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Morgan Stark Tags: Fluff, Humor, Iron Family, Tony Lives Words: 3.223

Summary: Once a week, the whole extended Stark family meets up for dinner. That means unbridled chaos and too much food. Tony did not think he'd ever be this happy.

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Tony is in the middle of an experiment when all the screens around him go dark except for one, which is now showing the time in giant numbers instead of the specs for the prosthetic leg he had been working on.

“Boss,” FRIDAY speaks up before Tony can be irritated at the interruption. “Mr. Hogan asked me what he should bring for tonight’s dinner.”

For a moment, Tony is confused. Then the date appears helpfully on the screen in front of him, together with a picture of the calendar hanging in their kitchen, where Morgan has written in colourful if crooked letters Family Dinner.

“There’s no way it’s already time for that again,” Tony protests. They have barely cleaned up last week’s mess, so it is surely a mistake that the hungry hordes are about to hijack their home again.

“Masters Harley and Peter are en route, while Mrs. Parker called to say she’ll likely get out of the hospital on time,” FRIDAY supplies in a bright tone. She loves it when the house is full. All of them do, really, especially since Peter moved away for college.

Tony is already packing up his tools – something he has only started doing since Morgan became big enough to reach the worktables – and trusts FRIDAY to save his progress.

“How much time do I have?” he asks, “I need to shower.”

“I dare say,” FRIDAY responses without missing a beat, her voice full of sass. These days, she is almost as emotive as JARVIS had been. The lack of constant danger in their everyday life has helped her to relax into her role.

“Hush, Fri,” Tony admonishes with a smile. “There’s a reason your sensors don’t pick up smells. I’m not that cruel.”

Especially during the times Harley and Peter are down here with him that would be unnecessarily mean. They might not care that they are covered in grease and sweat after a daylong working binge, but Pepper advised them to make better use of the workshop’s ventilation system.

“You have approximately one hour left,” FRIDAY informs him.

Since nobody is ever on time but either too early or too late, that does not help Tony overly much, but he can at least make a good impression with Pepper by being up to help her.

“Tell Pepper I’ll join her in twenty minutes,” Tony says as he turns towards the stairs.

After a minute, FRIDAY replies, “She says she’s going to watch the time.” Disguised threats, Tony knows, are a sure sign that Pepper has not yet forgiven him for the BBQ incident during the last family dinner. “You have not yet answered Mr. Hogan’s question about what you want to eat.”

Tony takes the time to stop on the stairs to roll his eyes at FRIDAY. “Cheeseburgers,” he says, drawing out the word. “I’m worried about your memory. That’s like the only thing I ever order.”

Except for –

“Two months ago, you ordered curry,” FRIDAY argues immediately.

“And I’ll never do so again,” Tony says with a shudder.

There is still photographic evidence of him and Peter hanging over the sink to shovel precious cold water down their throats in the hopes of alleviating the burning.

Tony has almost reached the bathroom upstairs, when FRIDAY speaks up again. “Miss Morgan agrees with your choice of cheeseburgers.”

“Of course she does,” Tony says importantly, not holding back his smile. “She inherited my superior taste.

When Pepper insisted on having an actual dining room in the house, Tony had called her crazy. They did not need a room and table to comfortably seat twelve people. Their days of dinner parties and business meetings at home are thankfully over.

Now, however, the tastefully done room is sometimes not enough for all of them when the whole extended family comes over. Especially since everybody insists on bringing their own food.

These nights often still feel like a miracle to Tony. Not once in his life has he ever believed in getting his happily ever after, not even when he had something truly precious to fight for. Family has always been something abstract, something for other people. Tony has never felt he deserved it. He is still not quite sure whether he has done enough to deserve this now, but he knows he would not change it for anything. He has gotten more than he could have ever dreamed of.

Happy is the first to arrive, bringing an armful of paper bags smelling of cheese and fries. Always drawn to the good stuff, Morgan latches herself to his legs and makes sure to secure a chair next to his at the table. Whenever Tony sees them together, he is eternally grateful that his daughter has never had to worry about having the affection of the people in her life.

Tony is just done with putting glasses on the table when the door opens and Harley and Peter come in, laden with at least five pizza cartons and the flushed faces that easily betray they have enthusiastically discussed some project or other on the flight over.

“May is bringing larb,” Peter announces as he drops the cartons on the table and lets himself fall into a chair.

Harley follows suit, breathing heavily as if they hiked here from Boston instead of simply jumping into the private jet Tony has made available for them.

Happy reacts to that piece of information by making more room around May’s place on his other side. She always brings some kind of salad too, and sometimes dessert, as if they do not have enough food already. Over the years, it has even become edible.

“Just for herself, I hope,” Tony protests just out of habit.

What started as a nice way to accommodate all their different tastes by everyone bringing something small for themselves on top of whatever Pepper and Tony put on the table, has soon escalated. Now, it feels like everybody is bringing enough for everybody else. Plus some extra in case they are very hungry that night.

“I very much hope not,” Peter counters, offended. “I’ve been craving good larb for ages. It’s just impossible to get in Boston.”

Next to him, Harley rolls his eyes but nods dutifully. It is truly a miracle that MIT is still standing with the both of them going there.

“As, apparently, is pizza,” Tony points out dryly. He counts the cartons again and finds he has missed two in his initial assessment.

“You should back down now,” Harley threatens good-naturedly, “Peter and I are starving and we’re going to defend this heavenly New York pizza with all we’ve got.”

Looking closely, Tony finds a tomato sauce stain on Peter’s shirt. He would bet all the money he has that they have already eaten at least one of the pizzas on their way here.

“Are we?” Peter asks, distracted by trying to look into the paper bags around Happy, having to fight Morgan for them.

“Yes,” Harley answers firmly, then glares around the table, making a motion to hug all the pizza cartons closer to himself.

It makes Tony wonder whether he and Rhodey have ever been this ridiculous about food or anything else. He decides not to ask, though. Starting the evening with embarrassing stories can never end well.

As everybody arrives, they end up with a table full of cartons and paper wrappings. In the beginning, Pepper and May had attempted to keep things civilised and arranged all the food on actual plates, working out a system to get everyone equal access to the different foods.

These days, they simply dump everything on the table. Sometimes, they do not even bother with individual plates anymore. It is as chaotic as it is charming, and makes everything more real.

When everybody has arrived, the table is straining to keep upright under the weight of all the food. Peter and Harley have not only brought the pizza but also, strangely, mac and cheese. Pepper organised a giant plate of Italian antipasti as well as some pasta dishes. May brings enough larb to feed an army, additional to naan and an over-sized bowl of salad. Tony and Morgan hamster the burgers and fries. Happy brought more Thai and pastries. Even Rhodey and Carol are there tonight. They are usually responsible for adding an exotic touch to their meals, and unpack loads of strange-looking sweets from whatever place in the universe they have been travelling to last.

Sometimes, some of the Avengers join them, and when the Guardians are close by, dinner usually dissolves into outright revelry very quickly. Tonight, though, it is just family.

Dinner itself is accompanied by a dozen conversations happening at once as everyone is catching up with each other and debates get started and old arguments get picked up again. They all have more or less seriously fixed seats but those belong to more civilised meals in smaller groups. During nights like this, they change seats so often that everyone ends up sitting next to everybody else at some point.

Tony enjoys the fact that he does not have to put on his game face here. These nights do not need an anchor. He is not here as the host but simply as a part of the colourful whole. Pepper had more problems with just letting things happen than he had, but he knows she now likes it as much as he does. The extended Stark family does not need to be organised or controlled. They fit in together just like they are.

“Since Harley is almost done with MIT –” Peter is telling Tony at some point after they actually managed to eat all but one of the pizzas.

“I still have half a year to get through,” Harley throws in dryly from the side, but then turns back to his conversation with May.

Peter rolls his eyes but otherwise ignores Harley’s argument. “We thought of maybe opening a small SI office there. It’d make sense to pick up bright minds before they scatter all over the country.” Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “Also, we could do some real work.”

Peter, Tony knows, does not want to be left behind alnoe at MIT. He has made the best of the five years he lost after the Snap, but there is no changing the fact that Harley will graduate soon and then Peter will be alone at MIT. Or not, considering the idea Peter is just now trying to feed to Tony as an actual plan.

Ever since meeting in the aftermath of the second battle against Thanos, the two boys have been inseparable, as close as brothers. Something more serious than a graduation would have to happen for those two to willingly go their separate ways.  

Irrationally, that makes Tony proud. They are not his sons, but it feels that way, more with each time he sees them. Morgan has been calling them her brothers for an eternity already too.

“It’s a good plan,” Tony says, even though he knows there will be a whole lot more work involved than just buying a building, writing their name out front, and recruiting some gifted student right out of college, to create an actually profitable outpost for the company. That is not the real purpose of this, of course. “You need to learn about the ins and outs of SI and how to lead a company anyway.”

Peter blushes a bit, just like he always does when Tony mentions anything even remotely reminding him of the fact that all three of Tony’s kids will inherit Stark Industries together. Tony has talked it through with Pepper to find the best solution for everyone, not wanting to either steal the company from Morgan nor force it on her.

The easiest solution would naturally be for Pepper and Tony to live long enough for Morgan to know and decide for herself what she wants – and they do not wish to die any time soon or fall into any more near-death situations and wars ever again – but Tony could never quite change his habit of always having contingency plans.

“Harley’s been taking business classes,” Peter says and seems to gear himself up for further arguments.

Reaching out, Tony puts a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “I said yes,” he says firmly, not fighting the smile spreading on his lips.

Pepper might just kill him later for making more work for them, but it is worth it when Peter beams back at him and quickly turns around to drag Harley off, telling him the good news.

“He’s going crazy, worrying about this,” May tells him once the boys are out of earshot.

That only increases Tony’s resolve to talk to Harley about this. The two of them might be attached at the hips, but Tony is not going to let one make the decision for the other.

It is generally assumed that Harley will start working for Stark Industries once he has graduated, but Tony is not going to hold him to that if he wants to do something else with his life. For a while or forever. Howard used to push Tony in directions he never wanted to go, and he is not going to repeat the same mistake with his own children.

“I’ll take care of it,” Tony promises May.

Even after years of close friendship and calling each other family, he is surprised when May simply nods gratefully and considers the matter dealt with, trusting him with her child.

Deep down, Tony wishes they would all just move back home, or close enough at least that they do not need to take one of the quinjets to come for dinner. Until they consider that, he is just going to make sure they get what they want. Building one’s own place in life might be important, but so is getting help from one’s family.

At some point, Harley, Peter and Morgan vanish down to the workshop to catch up with what Tony has been working on as well as enjoying each other company out of the adults’ line of sight. Up in the dining room, it does not get any quieter or less chaotic. Tony loves that. Everyone is so alive.

“Rhodey-bear,” Tony exclaims as he lets himself fall into a seat next to his best friend. For a moment, they just watch their loved ones together. Pepper and Carol are sticking their heads together at the opposite side of the table, while Happy laughs loudly at a story May is telling.

Life is good. But, Tony knows, it can always be better.

“What about you two?” Tony asks. “How’s the circle of life going?”

For years now, he has been bugging Rhodey about making things with Carol official, of settling down somewhere. As much as they are travelling the universe, they must have found a place they can see themselves growing old in – preferably close by, perhaps on the other side of the lake.

“If I’d told anyone ten years ago that Tony Stark would become the family-oriented one between us,” Rhodey jokes, obviously deflecting, “they’d have locked me up and thrown away the key.”

He is not wrong, of course, but sometimes it is not easy to know what is really important until it is right in front of him.

“I’m just saying,” Tony continues, not letting go this easily, “if you keep going at this pace, Morgan will be out of the house too before the Rhodes-Danvers kids will cause chaos.”

For someone who has refused for so long to even acknowledge the possibility of children, Tony can now not get enough of them. He would love to become an uncle to Rhodey’s kid.

“I firmly believe that our child will not become a maniac like all of yours,” Rhodey protests firmly and notices his mistake far too late.

“Hah,” Tony exclaims, grinning wildly, “so you are talking about starting a family.”

Scowling, Rhodey shrugs. It is not serious, though, Tony can see that easily. “That was not my point.”

“No, but I’m very proud of how my children turned out,” Tony says, as usual savouring the taste of saying his children, “so you won’t be able to tease me with it.”

As one, they look in the direction of the stairs to the basement, as if they can actually see through the walls and floor.

“I’d say they are a step up from the murder bots.”

Tony laughs. He is not actually sure that, if left to their own devices, his kids are any less destructive than DUM-E with his fire-extinguisher.

“Did I tell you that Morgan’s working on her first bot?”

His little girl never ceases to make Tony proud. He would be even if she had no inclination to ever voluntarily set a food into a workshop, but it certainly multiplies his joy that she build thinks with as much eagerness as her brothers and father.

“With you as a role model, I’ll be surprised if the house is still standing in time for the next family dinner,” Rhodey teases but looks excited too. Beneath all that military composure, Rhodey is still the boy who went to MIT with Tony.

Tony leans back in his seat, the world’s biggest smile on his face.

“We will enjoy proving you wrong.”

  Hours later, after the kids have come back up for a second dinner and they are all stuffed full enough to feel like they are going to burst, Tony looks at the veritable battlefield that is their dinner table.

“We are going to eat left-overs for days,” he complains. “Why does that always happen?”

“It’s not always,” Pepper argues next to him, leaning against his shoulder. “Just after the big family dinners. And when it’s just the boys coming. Or when Morgan thinks with her eyes instead of her stomach. Or when Happy decides that you’ve skipped too many meals again.”

They look at each other and start laughing, the happy sound of people being exactly where they want to be.

“It really is every time,” Happy agrees, stopping his half-hearted attempt to start cleaning without actually getting up.

“Look at the good side,” Peter says, rubbing his belly, even while he eyes the table in contemplation. He really does not know when to stop. “You’ll save so much time if you don’t have to cook for the next days.”

“Strangely enough,” Tony drawls, “pizza with larb isn’t one of my favourites.”

“That’s because you’re old and boring,” Harley says as he catches Peter’s hand on its way to a half-empty carton of fries. “You’re missing your sense of adventure.”

“Or I just have some common sense left that the younger generation seems to lack.”

Tony had enough adventures for several lifetimes. He has fought his battles, has lost some of them but won the ones that matter. He is allowed to be boring now. Then again, life in this family is never boring and he would not have it any other way.

They laugh together as they clean up, promising each other to not bring as much food next week. That is a lie and they all know it. If there is too much food, that only means that they are all there. And that is the only thing that matters.

#iron man bingo 3000 #iron family #dad tony #humor #fluff #takeout #famiy dinner #tony lives #post endgame #tony loves kids #and his kids most of all #everybody is happy #my writing #ao3 #fanfiction #marvel

[calqlate]

love scenario

sypnosis: ushijima knew he would remember you like a warm spring day, the blissful memories that the both of you shared would be etched forever in his mind. he would remember your past, your love, your story, and would reminsce the joyful days of before. maybe your love scenario was meant to be played out this way after all.

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x f! reader

genre(s): angst, cheating (ushijima cheats), lovers to strangers

tw(s): coarse/strong language briefly used

wc: 1670

note(s): i was inspired by ikon's love scenario, and here's some context (1) (2) behind this oneshot!

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"honey, let's get going."

the soft voice floating towards his ears and gentle touch on his forearm made ushijima come to his senses. the man looked over his shoulder to see his wife looking up at him with her wide, round eyes. he nodded curtly and returned to the mirror, adjusting his suit just a little.

his wife, miyasaki rina, took her hand off his arm and sighed softly, staring at his reflection, before deciding to head to the car first.

the man stared at his reflection for another solid minute, checking for any stray hairs and any creases on his suit. feeling everything was a go, he walked out to the car, where she was waiting.

"sorry for the wait," he said as he got into the driver's seat.

"it's okay," she said with a smile, then reaching over to lace her hand in his.

this contact didn't last for long, for he let go of her hand and reached for the handle, starting the engine.

it was a little stiff and awkward, this marriage. despite being together for three years, everything felt foreign to him. he still blamed himself for the little — or actually, big — screw-up back then, and he hated himself for it.

upon reaching the destination, cameras flashed and reporters' voices were mixed together, everything just becoming one indistinct blur. ushijima and rina stepped out of the car, a valet parker rushed in to take over, security guards pushed stray fans away. slowly, ushijima stuck his arm out for rina to wrap hers around, the couple walking into the hotel.

they were there for an event, supposedly, whereby the most influential people who were presently in japan attended. ushijima was invited and he felt apprehensive about the whole thing, because there might be a tiny chance you would be there.

"welcome, ushijima-san, miyasaki-san," the receptionist said with a bow, indicating their attendance on a list.

a server offered them wine, to which they both accepted a glass each. they remained quiet as they stepped into the grand ballroom, noting the calm ambience and people milling about. men clad in dark suits with their hair gelled back, and women in fancy evening gowns with elegant matching hairstyles.

"ushijima-san, it's good to see you," kageyama said as he approached his senior, arms locked with his own wife.

ushijima managed a polite smile, "same goes for you. how is the famiy?"

"it's quite alright," kageyama replied, just as two children of his own joined them, "what about you? planning on having any?"

ushijima and rina shared a look, a contemplating one with a tinge of uncertainty, then rina chipped in, "we're still considering."

kageyama nodded politely just as his son, shou, rugged on his jacket and the ravenette turned his attention to, "tou-san, can nee-chan and i go to the buffet table? we'll be back for dinner, promise."

"don't cause a ruckus," was all kageyama said, and shou and his daughter, kotone, exited the crowded ballroom expertly, dodging past the tall adults.

kageyama's wife eyed rina subtly, taking in her height and striking features, "i'm sure your children will be just as good-looking as the both of you."

rina smiled, "thank you. your kids are just as stunning as the two of you."

"i—" kageyama opened his mouth to add something to keep this polite but touchy conversation going just as the double doors swung open, and in walked another couple. it was not out of the ordinary, but as soon as ushijima saw the female of the couple, his pupils dilated and jaw opened slightly.

it was you, the woman he loved once upon a time and the subject his many regrets revolved around. you were presently smiling, blissfully oblivious to the pair of olive eyes focused on you. you leaned against the man standing next to you, paying close attention to whoever was talking, and—

"honey?" rina's voice plucked ushijima out of his trance for the second time that day, "is everything alright?"

he blinked multiple times, feeling embarrassed that kageyama and his wife, and possibly rina had caught him gawking at another woman other than his own wife.

he cleared his throat, "please excuse me, i need to use the washroom."

he made a beeline towards the bathroom, excusing himself past people in the process. he turned the tap on and splashed some water against his face.

you need to stop this, he told himself, stop obsessing over her. she's over it, but you're not.

he took in a shaky breath and took deep breaths to compose himself. puffing in and adjusting his jacket, he exited the bathroom and strode confidently towards the ballroom.

it must have been fate or karma (he was convinced that it had to be the latter) messing with him, because he bumped into you. memories of three years back flooded his mind again, reminding him of the painful wound he had inflicted on both you and himself.

"you jerk, how do you explain this?!" you asked sharply, pulling his collar down to reveal the poorly concealed hickey on his neck.

"it's just a bruise," he replied all too quickly, "i got hit by accident when we were keeping the nets yesterday."

"that's bullshit," you spat out, eyes burning as you let go of his collar suddenly, "you say that you've been staying back late for practices? then what can you say about this?"

you took out a phone from your pocket, turning it on to show him the lock screen. there, sat an unread message from someone called rina, the text reading "i had a great time, see you soon" and a heart emoji following right after, ending the text bubble. it took him a while to realise she had gotten his phone.

he opened his mouth to explain when you pulled out a second phone — your own, he realised — and opened up the gallery. there, sent from your friends who were helping you, were pictures of him being too intimate and close for comfort with a woman, a woman that clearly was not you.

ragged breaths left your lips, fury rolling off your shoulders in waves, "i'm not going to listen to your excuses."

regret started to settle in his bones. he knew it was too late, he knew he was in the wrong. everything was his fault. he needed to fix this somehow before everything would be beyond salvation.

"[f/n], i—"

"goodbye," you said coldly, not batting an eye as you turned around, "i'll be sending you the divorce papers."

your eyes widened slightly in recognition, then your face turned into one of politeness. however, he could see the discomfort in your eyes.

"ushijima-san," you said slowly, causing a dull ache in his heart, "it's nice to see you again."

"i can say the same thing," he said, studying your features, "how... how have you been?"

you had changed, in a way. some sort of mature tiredness had settled into your features, but your beauty stayed strong, like a flame burning bright admist the darkness.

"i've been doing well," you said, pausing to think before adding, "my husband had a promotion at work recently, so our finances got slightly better."

my husband. those words struck him there and there, with finality, that you had really moved on to another phase in life, the tragic story involving the both of you had closed.

"what about you?" you asked, "how are things with miyasaki-san?"

"good," he answered, as though he was on autopilot, "we have been well. rina has been taking care of me really well, and i'm grateful for that."

you nodded, "i'm glad things worked out."

no, he wanted to say, to protest, nothing worked out. i realised i was wrong and had destroyed what we had. i wish i could re-do our story right from the beginning.

just then, a boy, around three years old, with tan skin and dark brown hair made his way up to you, "mummy, where's daddy?"

"he should be talking with mr lee over there," you said, bending down to his height level and pointing to two men near the side of the room, "do you see him? he's the tall man with glasses."

realisation of the gravity of the situation washed upon him, referring to the boy, causing ushijima's eyes to widen, "is he—"

"see you around," you interrupted, cutting his question short and leading the boy, your son, away.

ushijima stood very still, watching the two of you, mother and son, walk away. he smiled after the both of you ruefully, just as rina appeared by his side. she touched his arm carefully and cautiously, as if not knowing whether it was appropriate of her to do so.

"are you okay?" rina asked, worry laced in her voice, "do you need anything?"

he shook his head, "i'm fine, thank you for asking."

perhaps what you and him had was enough. even though the story between the two of you had an ugly end, it was beautiful in its own way. this bittersweet memory was not to be erased.

he loved you, and so did you, and he was satisfied. both of you had loved immensely, but that love story had ended. the last page had been flipped, the curtains had fallen quietly, the story had been completed.

he then felt thankful things had ended this way, despite being three years late. it may not have been the best way, but it was probably the most appropriate. if he had continued to drag things on, it would have resulted in an ugly scar.

he knew he would remember you like a warm spring day, the blissful memories that the both of you shared would be etched forever in his mind. he would remember your past, your love, your story, and would reminsce the joyful days of before.

maybe your love scenario was meant to be played out this way after all.

#💫—qq writes #writeblr #writing #ushijima x reader #ushijima x reader angst #ushijima #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader angst #haikyuu

[canarydraws]

Queen of shadows

If you were interested in the story I was sharing in my last post about my dnd campaign, I’m gonna pick up in the story under the cut!

So, to preface go check out my post titled “Cosmolian Red” if you wanna hear the events leading up to this (warning for eye trauma and drug mention). A lot had just happened. Lucéena learned Weiss killed her dad and then tripped on drugs so hard she saw an astral dreadnaught which proceeded to pick up their hiding place and yeet them a considerable distance into a tower. It was a rough crash. Thankfully after a revivify to our rogue and a group healing spell from our cleric we all made it out in relativly one piece. We were able to catch our breath and see that our little hut had crashed through a wall and we were in the middle of a long hallway scattered with statues. We’d actually broken a few on our way in and as Lucéena went to inspect them she got.. memories? I think she recognized some of the people they were supposed to be but she didn’t remember names.

By this point she didn’t see the stars of the astral sea anymore and her eyes had stopped bleeding so Lucéena began to walk down one way of the hall to further inspect more of the statues. Our wizard Echo went with because the party’s fighter was just wandering away with blood still drying on her face and exploring on your own was clearly what we didn’t need lol. We eventually came to a balcony where we saw that we had indeed reached the Citadel of Shadow. The city stretched below us, massively small, and there was movement among the buildings that turned out to be monsters, not people. It was here that Lucéena had another memory. She was standing in the exact spot she was now but she was smaller and she was holding someone’s hand. With all these memories, she couldn’t doubt that she had initially been raised here.

And while the two of them were talking, they were approached by guards, an older shadar-kai man who looked like an advisor, and the ruler of the shadowfell herself Queen Amali (described as the lovely art above depicts). All of whom wanted to know who tf we were and why and how we had broken through the wall of her palace. With some attempts at civility and a charm spell or two from Echo, we eventually led her back to our group where she invited us to join her in her dinning hall. During dinner the older man was starring daggers DIRECTLY at me as we tried and ultimately failed to explain our mission of retrieving these clone/artifacts. To cover up a misstep in the conversation, Echo ended up saying we were here to look for Lucéena’s famiy 🥲 Lucéena was NOT ready to be put on the spot and also wasn’t 100% sure she cared to find the family that abandoned her but the queen was like alright let’s do that.

Like the mysterious and powerful elven lady she is, she booped luceena’s forehead and suddenly all of her childhood memories came rushing through her mind. She saw memories she hadn’t thought of in some time and others she’d swore she never recalled. Eventually we got to the memory Lucéena had glimped when she was standing amongst the broken statues. It was a man was leaning over her and asking someone out of her line of view what her name was. A voice replyed this time and said Isla, Lucéena’s middle name. She also got another name “Alune” which she repeated out loud. The man who had been staring daggers at me all this time paused for a moment and said that was the name of his wife. Lucéena tried to play it of like ‘oh I met her once’ but everyone was looking at her like they expected something so she ended up leaving the room.

SO, fast forward a little bit the party is in a guest room the queen had given us for the night trying to figure out how we’re going to bring back up the subject of the clones or if we should just steal them. The advisor came in and introduced himself as Gendren Lovelace. After some awkward talk he also said that he was pretty sure he was Lucéena’s father. He suspected when he first saw her because she apparently looks a lot like his wife. Alune had been a general for the queen but she wasn’t remembered too kindly in these halls because she’d apparently cast a curse on the citadel.

BUT I now have descriptions for Lucéena’s biological mom and dad and you know what that means? It means it’s time for family portrait 2 electric boogaloo! Gonna find some time for that… some time. Honestly the session ended right after some of these revelations were made so I have a lot of questions and I’m sure my recount doesn’t make the most of sense. For example Lucéena never got another chance to interrogate Weiss. But perhaps by the time I can make the og family portrait I will have enough of the pieces to present to y’all with a mostly complete family story. Like how Lucéena came to live with the Rowans from being the young daughter of a general in the shadowfell. And why her mom apparently put a curse on the city that turnes it’s residence to stone.

#art #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd art #dnd character #shadar kai #illustration #Ja'roach #Lucéena

[cmm460]

David and Ethan

Pictured Jeff

Part 3: An Exciting Vacation (I)

The day finally came for David, Ethan, and Jeff to head to Las Vegas for David’s business trip. They had been excited for this day to come and looked forward to hanging out with each other during the week. They arrived at their destination later that same day and went to the hotel suite David’s company booked for them. It was a nice big room, with two separate bedrooms and one bathroom. They loved this arrangement as it meant they’d all be sharing a bathroom. Ethan had commented, “We are just guys here, no need to be embarrassed about having to share a bathroom.” David and Jeff eagerly agreed and acutely aware of the sexual tension that was growin. David took the room with the king-sized bed and the guys took the other with the two smaller queen-sizes. They brought their bags to the rooms and began to unpack. David eventually came in the room and asked what they wanted for dinner. Both decided on Mexican style. David did not reject and they went to the restaurant across the street from the hotel. There, the three pigged out on the buffet style food. David was always a hefty eater and had very large portions of beans and cheese enchiladas. Ethan and Jeff looked at David with amusement and David couldn’t help but notice. Cheese and beans always backed David up, giving him a lot of gas and constipation. Since Ethan was used to it and Jeff heard him fart before he didn’t bother holding off. It was all playing into his strategy for the trip. He wasn’t going to change his private habits around anyone he was comfortable around. They finished up and headed back to the suite for the night.

Jeff was a fit young guy a couple of months older than Ethan. He was good looking with soft brown eyes and hair. He had a nice big ass to go along with it. The men in his famiy tended to have asses chunkier than usual, but he didn’t mind the attention it gave him. He is bisexual, but prefers males. The two had experimented with each other early on and often confided in one another about their sexual desires. They realized their fart fetish during their junior year of high school when Jeff farted in front of Ethan while they were pissing at the urinal. At that time, Jeff blushed after releasing his fart, but was surprised by Ethan’s reaction when he gave his thick butt a nice tap. Since then, they farted openly in front of one another and often got excited when they heard other guys in their class fart in the bathroom or locker room. Jeff couldn’t get the image of David’s fart habits out of his mind. Ethan told Jeff stories of how he and his dad had farting contests, a game that Jeff often did with his dad. Jeff was always turned on by those stories and was happy to have joined his friend and his father on this trip.

When they got back to the room later that night they got comfortable as they began settling in. It was a Saturday so David was off work until Monday morning. Jeff was wearing a tight, dark-grayed t-shirt and blue shorts, Ethan was wearing a similar red t-shirt and black shorts, and David was wearing gray sweatpants that hugged his ass perfectly while wearing a light blue t-shirt. He liked sleeping in his boxer briefs and would always strip to his undies before going to bed. The three were in the main room, with Ethan and Jeff sitting on the leather couch and David sitting on the leather chair nearby. They were doing their own thing, playing on their cell phones and watching the local news station on TV. It wasn’t long before Ethan began farting around. The other two gave him smirks and he’d smirk back. Being a hefty eater always plagued David with heartburn, so he went to his bag to get an antacid. He returned to the room with Alka Seltzer and assumed his seat in the leather chair. Ethan had commented “Those Alka Seltzer tablets make you fart a lot dad. You sure that’s the best thing for you to take right now?” “I’m so backed up right now that getting these farts out of my system will make me feel better”, David replied. “Besides, you are the one cutting muffins.” Jeff laughed and proceeded to shift in his seat, ripping out a nice, bassy ripper that blasted off the leather seat. “Mmmmhmmm”, said David with encouragement. The antacid was helping with David’s heartburn, but it was giving him massive gas, both ways. With the TV volume on low, David let out a loud burp that made his son and Jeff chuckle. “I’ve got a big one brewing in me guys”, David replied. “Who wants to pull my finger?” Jeff readily obliged, pulling David’s finger. The result was a huge, deep fart that lasted about 4 seconds. David muttered a relieving sigh of relief, getting the other two aroused. “That was huge Dad!”, said Ethan. David gave his son a smirk and then thanked Jeff. “The pleasure is mine” Jeff commented, readjusting himself. “I don’t mind if you have to fart like that some more.” “Likewise”. Ethan was taking this all in, but before he could respond he farted loudly into his seat on the couch. “Excuse me”, said Ethan. “Mmmhmmm”, said David once more. The three men chatted over the next hour, each one farting shamelessly in their seats every couple of minutes. They were loud muffled rumbles, scenting the room with a mixture of gas odors. “Say, we are three gassy guys here. Why don’t we get more comfortable?”, David said. “It’s not like we have anything to hide.” And with that, the three guys took off their pants and stripped to their undies. Each preferred boxer briefs, David’s were dark blue, Jeff’s a green color, and Ethan’s were light gray.They had big butts, which were held snugly in place. David and Jeff complimented each other and their firm asses, giving each other taps on the butt. Jeff decided to catch a selfie of himself at the moment, posing for the camera and farting in the process. The three men still had plenty of farts to go around as the night drew on.

To be continued…

#dad #son #friend #farting #fart stories #farted #fun

[cupidcatlyst]

How I'm spending my Christmas eve ... I'm Australian so I'm a day forward . At my grandparents literally doing nothing but playing breath of the wild and listening to cheating revenge reddit stories on YouTube while my jehovah witness grandmas makes us dinner and my grandpa who's just watching the news. All while my dad is spending it with his wife and step daughter..... the thing is he suggested I come up here for the holidays so I don't have to lock myself in my room and be forced to interact with my step fmaily also so I can catch up with famiy which I'm am enjoying but it feels like he's just getting rid of me so he can have his little happy family even though I know that's not his intention, I guess I'm just feeling lonely and abandoned this Christmas eve .first Christmas as an adult and I'm already out of the house not even really celebrating it whoop de do merry Christmas eve everyone.

#elias talks #ignore this im just venting

[themondaynightmovie]

Monday Night Movie 2021

So every Monday night is my me time. I come home get in my most comfortable clothes, make a nice dinner, settle down, and pop in a movie. It’s been my tradition for the last 5 years and it’s my favorite way to de-stress after the first day back to work. I’m excited to continue the tradition this year!

January - Go See a Star Wars

February - Whodunit?

March - The Muppet Movies

April - Found Family Films

May - Best Animated Films of the Last Decade

June - Not a Disney Princess

July - Favorite Robin Williams Roles

August - Summer Vacation Films

September - Disney in the 80′s

October - It’s Witchcraft!

November - 90′s Franchise Starters

December - Seeing is Believing

#Monday Night Movie 2021 #MNM Archive

[poisxnyouth]

eating dinner w hs dave and ur famiy and dave starts fingering u under the table 🥴😴

he gets too bold sometimes

#but his confidence is sexy

[planetzoos]

Famiy dinner posted by Faelinna on reddit

#pandas #planet zoo

[bitchwhoreofastorm]

homophobia cw

They are having dinner in the dining hall on a lovely spring day, one month before their birthday, and the room has been decorated with big pink horn-lillies, all quite beautiful, serene like the spring is, and Iliah is informing their father that she plans to join the Ordinators when they turn sixteen.

Karnalta takes a bite of the risotto and says nothing as the conversation plays out before her. Iliah's face is plum-purple with how furiously she’s blushing, but she stares defiantly at Duke Melam Dren and to her credit, her wonderful strength, she does not waver, and nor does Melam.

Melam considers her declaration over a sip of comberry sujamma. "Very well," he says. "You can join the Ordinators."

"Really? I mean, of course I will, I just said I will."  

"Yes. It'll build character. When you leave the order to assume your place at the head of this family you'll have military experience and temple connections. I can see how it will be useful."

Karnalta takes another bite of the risotto. Ash-yam tonight, the standard simple fair, but-- is she imagining it, or is that a hint of nuttiness?

"The Ordinator vows are for life," says Iliah.

"Not for the Ra'athim," replies Duke Melam Dren. "How could you take your place as matriarch while busy with the Ordinators?"

Iliah takes a deep breath. "Because--"

Karnalta squishes a chunk of ash-yam between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She wasn't imagining it, there's definitely some sort of nut worked into this one, little fibrous balls mixed in with the coarse saltrice. The meal's been cooked to perfection, just the way she likes it: each grain of saltrice has maintained its fibrous coating, and they pop between her teeth when she bites down on them, each bite releasing a subtle burst of earthy fungal stock.

She warned Iliah not to go down this path. Their father will never permit her to abandon the life he’s designed for them, any more than he'd let the blood drain out of their veins. This is a path there's no coming back from, and here is her dear, stupid twin sister, travelling it step after tiny scared step.

Melam is expressing his confusion. Karnalta shoves another mouthful of the risotto into her mouth. Iliah is on the verge of tears but won't back down. Really, what are those nuts-- pine, perhaps Argoliths, from Black Marsh? Melam remains stalwart and hard, explaining Iliah's future in unpassionate words. Ebony. Husband. Enterprise. Vvardenfell. Maybe they're peanuts, but they do pair nicely with the gooey ash-yam. Iliah's voice is rising. Definitely peanuts.

"Who are you to dictate my whole life to me?"

"I am the Duke of Mournhold. I am your father."

"But why should my life be this way? Why can't I choose my own path?"

"You are Ra'athim! You have a duty to your ancestors, to your bloodline."

"What duty! The duty to be miserable?"

"The duty to carry on our bloodline, to take a husband, have children, maintain our estate--"

Karnalta scoops up another forkful of saltrice and inhales deeply.

"That will never happen--"

Yes, there's definitely a peanutty smell to this risotto.

"Because I will never marry a man, I'll never have children--"

She wonders where Kneads-Dough got peanuts.

"Iliah, you will change your mind eventually, you are still young, you will soften, I will find you a husband who--"

At the market, maybe. Karnalta saw a caravan from Hammerfell roll through the streets yesterday, festooned with beautiful silks; she wonders if they have peanuts in Hammerfell.

"I will never marry, because I will never love a man! Father, I'm Telmoran, I love only women, and that will never change, and I'll never want a man!"

Karnalta shoves a spoonfull of risotto into her mouth.

Then she shove in another, and another, deliberately without chewing; only when her cheeks are fully puffed out does she take her time and work the blob of it with her tongue slowly, deliberately, eyes glued to the bowl below her hand.

The path has turned into a landslide. Had Karnalta's mouth not been full of saltrice, she might have said, I told you so. Iliah's in tears and their father is shouting-- Karnalta hears the words 'abomination' and 'Molag Bal', so this is going as badly as she thought it would. She squishes her food around in her mouth. Squelching sounds in her ear canals to block out the fight. The hard nub of a peanut catches behind her soft palate and she uses her tongue to grind it in, but it's been cooked so soft that it splits open.

"I don't understand!" Iliah finally shouts. "Why can't Karnalta carry on the bloodline? Why can't she be the one to get married? I never asked for this!"

"Because Karnalta is--"

Karnalta peeks up at Melam from beneath her hair.  A mage? A strange girl? Unstable? The reason for her mother's death? Melam's never really given her the reason she's the second favorite.

Both Iliah and Melam stare at her. She forms the saltrice in her mouth into a ball with her tongue.

"It's meant to be you, Iliah!" cries Melam, turning away from his other daughter. "I've raised you for this!"

"You've raised me to be your pawn! That's not raising. The temple has been better famiy to me than you have!"

Karnalta swallows and raises one small hand into the air.

"I'd like to be the heir," she says softly, looking up at her father's face. "I will take a husband and bear children. I will carry on the name Ra'athim."

Her assertation, spoken oh-so-calmly with the most humble air about it, succeeds in doing what none of Iliah's shouting has: Melam's composure breaks. He closes his eyes and presses his palm to his forehead.

"May I assume," asks Melam, "That you aren't as selfish, as twisted, as clearly misled, as your sis--"

"It's not wrong to like women," Iliah protests, voice breaking.

"No, it's not, but to eschew a husband? Children? To reject men as a whole? That is shallow, selfish, against your nature as a woman, the work of Molag--"

Karnalta skewers an ash-yam on her fork. The Imperial dignitary's son took her to see a dead body beneath the bridge once.

"I like male bodies," Karnalta offers. “I’m not like my sister.” 

Melam looks to Iliah in despair. "What dark times we live in, when Karnalta is less strange than you!"

This breaks Iliah, and she casts a terrible broken betrayed look at her twin. Karnalta meets her stare and shoves the ash-yam into her mouth and goes for another spoonful of-- her fork scrapes an empty bowl. 

She's run out of risotto and Iliah's run out of the room.

"Iliah--" Melam shouts after his departing favourite daughter. "Don't you go after her!" he adds, as Karnalta gets to her feet, "I forbid you from going!"

Karnalta stares at him and, wordlessly, calmly, pulls Iliah's untouched bowl of risotto towards herself. She drops back into her seat, bows her head again, and resumes eating.

It's good risotto. Kneads-Dough has really outdone herself with this one. 

#iliah #karnalta #telmoran = lesbian. courtesy of mistress dratha and her island of hostile women #fic

[ayrenn]

boethiah replied to your post: mannimarco

mannimarco galerion ayrenn naemon famiy dinner

this is what i want in life actually. naemon is manni’s goth son and ayrenn is just as extra as galerion.

#boethiah

[squidwardsbastard]

apparently summoning satan at a famiy dinner is not table appropriate. i did not know this. i am now banned from family dinner

#squiddyboi speaks #whoops #satan #summoning demons

[ask-chef-teruteru]

Teru is too sweet to even theoretically insult someone's mother and if that doesn't immediately scream husband material I don't know what would.

“Mercy, y’all think I’m husband material? I feel like I’m bein’ given more credit than I’m due right about now! I just— just— c’mon now! Context bein’ walkin’ in for a dinner with a partner’s famiy n’ immediately startin’ off the impressions showin’ up bare as the day you were born n’ insulting’ said partner’s mother? A ridiculous theoretical situation, but I can still pick a half that I like least!”

#asks #anon #if roles were reversed yknow maybe theres salvagin why somebodys naked in front o my family but #wouldnt be no excuse for insultin Mama