#Family Secret

[television-overload]

NCIS 3x16

McGee: "Enough already! You know I'm not the type to kiss and tell."

...

Tony: "Real men always kiss and tell."

NCIS 13x24

McGee: "Were you and Ziva an item the whole time?"

Tony: "Timothy Farragut McGee, how indiscreet, you know I would never kiss and tell."

THE 👏 CHARACTER 👏 GROWTH 👏

Ziva changed him, y'all. He changed himself for her 😭

It was always different when it came to Ziva.

BONUS!

The season 3 episode I'm quoting here is called FAMILY Secret. Season 13 episode 24? FAMILY First.

[lifewithaview]

Robin Tunney and Simon Baker in The Mentalist (2008) Red John's Friends

S1E11

Jared Renfrew has lost the last appeal against his conviction for the rape and murder of Undine Kopecki, the daughter of his family estate's housekeeper. Jared promises to deliver Red John to Patrick if he gets him out by proving his innocence. Jane accepts, but has to resign and the whole CBI team risks suspension to help him. Jared's brother and business 'heir', Gardner Renfrew, opposes their efforts. Red John meanwhile has infiltrated the CBI computer network and seems to stay one move ahead, however brilliantly Patrick advances.

*Jane's lock-and-key maneuver to enter and relock the locked room was used by Peter O'Toole in the movie "How to Steal a Million" (1966).

[fieriframes]

[Because the recipe has been a closely-guarded family secret for 85 years. Wanted only to write, write, write. Not written down? Not written down anywhere. Instead, it's been passed down from Mike's great-grandfather, also named Mike.]

[punkrockmixtapes]

Bad Moves - Family Secret

[slightlyartist]

Tate deserves to punch Ford so I drew it, felt really therapeutic <3

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[poetnamedesha]

Carrying the Weight

Many people have suffered Weighed down by generational curses They never told a soul Wearing a mask that covers the face But provides no relief An existence tormented by pain and misery I once knew a man that bore the brunt Of his family’s secrets His body became contorted His countenance was haggard In one year, his body endured 60 His eyes went cold like ice I search them but only…

[rmprecious]

FAMILY SECRET VEILED

"Can't you pursue a different profession aside from this? You could become an engineer, a doctor, or something else," Tony inquired.

"Dad, I aspire to follow in your footsteps, to ensure the well-being of our family in case anything happens to you," Frank expressed.

"What do you mean by 'anything happening to me'? Am I going to die, or are you plotting to harm me?" Tony retorted.

"Come on, not like that. You know how unpredictable life can be, especially given your status as a mafia boss with numerous enemies," Frank explained.

"And I suppose you want to be one of them," Tony remarked.

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation between Frank and Tony. It was one of Tony's assistants.

"Sorry to disturb boss, but we have finished producing and packing the goods. Can you spare some time to inspect?" the assistant asked.

"Sure, wait for me outside," Tony replied.

Frank's facial expression shifted from confusion to concern as he looked into his father's eyes and said, "Dad, I thought you had stopped."

Mumbling, Tony responded, "We'll talk later about this."

"Do you realize that Mom and Big Sister died because of this situation?" Frank questioned.

Tony's facial expression turned to anger. "Mind your language, young man. I'm still your father."

"Really? I'm your son? Yet, you treat me like your guard. No one here knows I'm your son; they only see me as your favorite guard and assistant. You..." Frank began.

Tony, enraged, cut him off, saying, "I'm doing this to protect you. Otherwise, you would have been dead long ago. If you want to risk your life, go ahead, and tell everyone I'm your dad."

Tony left the room with a grumpy face, leaving Frank hurt by his father's words. Frank, too, exited the room.

In the godfather's office, two men were discussing the goods when the godfather entered, visibly angry. He sat down, demanding an update.

"The Americans are furious. They want to expose our drug operation. Which goods did you export that day?" the godfather questioned.

"It was heroin, sir," said man 1.

"I received a call today. They demand we export 50 cocaine and crack to settle the debt," reported man 2.

The godfather slammed the table in frustration, "But we'll be at a loss. Do we have enough cocaine? If so, export it for free. Have you identified those behind this?"

"No, sir, we're still investigating. It's challenging since the information is with the police," man 2 explained.

Growing more frustrated, the godfather shouted, "You're all idiots. Leave the room. I'll find the people behind this. Now, leave."

"Dad, what's wrong? You look grumpy," John said.

"I'm not in the mood to talk right now. Please leave," the godfather replied.

"I'm not one of your bodyguards to be treated poorly. And do you know what I wonder?" John questioned.

"What?" the godfather exclaimed.

"Why do we have so many bodyguards when you only own cars? Is there something you're not telling me? Five bodyguards are enough to protect your cars," John pointed out.

"There's nothing. I just like having them around my house. Starting a business can be dangerous and attract enemies, so they keep us safe," the godfather explained.

"I'm okay without anyone looking after me. Let's change the topic. I didn't come here to chat. Can I have money for clothes? There's an event, and I need to wear something new," John requested.

"What happened to your other clothes? Can't you wear them?" the godfather asked.

"Dad, I'm not that cheap, okay? What will people say when they see me repeating clothes? That would be crazy," John argued.

"Fine, take this card," the godfather conceded.

"Thank you, Dad," John said and left the room.

"Where did I get this kid from? I can't believe I'm stuck with him until I die. What am I going to do with these useless bodyguards?" the godfather muttered and sighed.

[preppygirlygirl]

Casseroles Recipe The ideal Thanksgiving stuffing is composed of sage, corn, and sweet, dense challah bread.

[lifewithaview]

Romola Garai and Charlie Cox in Glorious 39 (2009)

Dir.Stephen Poliakoff

Glorious 1939 is set between present-day London and the idyllic British countryside in the time before the beginning of the Second World War. At a time of uncertainty and high tension, the story revolves around the formidable Keyes family, who are keen to uphold and preserve their very traditional way of life. The eldest sibling Anne is a budding young actress who is in love with Foreign Office official Lawrence, but her seemingly perfect life begins to dramatically unravel when she stumbles across secret recordings of the pro-appeasement movement. While trying to discover the origin of these recordings, dark secrets are revealed which lead to the death of a great friend. As war breaks out Anne discovers the truth and flees to London to try to confirm her suspicions, but she is caught and imprisoned and only then does she finally begin to discover how badly she has been betrayed.

*In the party scene, the children sing 'The Whistling Gypsy', a song written by Irish songwriter Leo Maguire and first recorded in 1952.

...Not so glorious!

[phillysportsfanfic]

Recipe for Garlic Noodles This garlic noodle recipe from Chef John uses spaghetti and other easy-to-find ingredients to make this devastatingly delicious noodle dish. 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, 1/4 teaspoon sesame oil, 2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce, 2 tablespoons soy sauce, 1 pinch red pepper flakes, 6 ounces spaghetti, 8 cloves garlic minced, 2 teaspoons fish sauce, 1/4 cup finely grated Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese, 1 tablespoon oyster sauce, 1 pinch cayenne pepper, 1 tablespoon chopped green onion or to taste

[lara-cairncross]

yesterday’s scribbles pt 1

[oldmannapping]

HC: The Batfam’s secret identities keep nearly being exposed through dumb mistakes, and citizens all over Gotham are constantly signing NDAs printed on ridiculously formal Bat insignia letterhead.

Tim: Used his Coffee Club rewards card for a free espresso as Red Robin, forgetting it was linked to his civilian identity because it was 3am and he was running on 42 hours without sleep.

Steph: Used her personal phone to tap-and-pay at Batburger with Cass. Bruce got pissy but she’s like, “Who accepts cash in a post-pandemic world, Mr Out Of Touch?” Used the experience to bargain a work phone out of Bruce.

Dick: Poses the exact same way in selfies with fans as both Nightwing and Dick Grayson. “What? Is it a crime to know my angles? I’m not apologising for having a good side!”

Damian: Constantly threatening people in League dialect as Robin and at school. It’s like a super niche language. People notice.

Jason: Grabbed one of his Red Hood jackets because it was cold and accidentally pulled out two grenades and a gun when asked for ID at the bar.

Duke: Straight up used his Signal powers to find something at the back of his locker at school. Like just lit up the hallway. “I thought I was alone!”

Cass: Took out cash from the ATM as a civilian for Batburgers with Steph, and paid as Black Bat. Someone at the bank traced the serial number of the bill and ATM surveillance footage. Batman declared that this wasn’t Cass’s fault and gave her another $50.

Alfred: Outsourced some of the superhero suit laundering to a professional company because he’s ONLY ONE MAN for god’s sake, and sometimes he needs an afternoon off.

Bruce: Literally just keeps adopting kids who look exactly like all the new crimefighters who help Batman. Has a massive public profile and just. Keeps syncing up families with Batman? People are like uhhh is he expecting us not to notice, or?

And all of them have accidentally posted to the wrong social media account at some point.

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[itsnotpersonalnyc]

Corn and Challah Stuffing with Fried Sage The ideal Thanksgiving stuffing is composed of sage, corn, and sweet, dense challah bread.

[anti-the-glitch-bitch]

To be or not to be (a blackmailer)

Danny fit right in with his boyfriend's family. So, well in fact that they've started to fight over who gets to spend time with him. Poor Tim had to fight his family just to spend any time with Danny that wasn't interrupted.

Danny, on the other hand, thought the whole thing was hilarious.

Neither side knew of the other's extracurricular activities, so it made things very interesting, and sometimes things would get.... weird.

Like the time, Tim had brought over a fabulous homemade dinner made exclusively by Alfred for their monthly date night. Danny had actually cleaned up the disaster he called an apartment and put away all the random bits and pieces of scrap he used for his inventions. He'd even gotten the motivation to dust, which would have made Jazz very suspicious, considering he never dusted.

Date night was going very well until Damian showed up to challenge Danny to a duel for Tim's honor. Danny didn't blink an eye when the Demon brat crawled through his 3rd story window with a rapier demanding that Danny fight him then and there to show his dedication to Tim. Danny, having been trained by Lady Pandora herself on many a weapon, and having not had a good spar in some time, eagerly ran to get the rapier he had under his bed. Dani had laughed at him when she saw it, making fun of him for bringing it along when there was no way he would need it. Well, look who's laughing now, Dani!

After only breaking a few things and thoroughly destroying one of his couch cushions, Danny managed to get the upper hand and parry a particularly clever attack from Damian and immediately ripped the rapier out of the teen's hand. Damian then conceded that Danny was a competent opponent, and he had the boy's blessing to date his older yet completely incompetent brother. He also invited a bemused Danny over to the manor to see the litter of kittens he managed to talk his father into letting him foster.

After Danny told Damian he would let him know when he was free, the boy left the way he came, quickly disappearing even though Danny had been watching. Tim was not amused by the whole thing and was very much embarrassed and apologized even though Danny, who had a younger sibling of his own, thought the entire encounter was hilarious.