#Honor grandparents

[expobazzar]

Fun ways to celebrate Grandparents' Day 2022

Looking for entertaining ideas to honour grandparents in 2022? Look nowhere else! Get motivated by our imaginative suggestions for enhancing this day for your cherished grandparents. There are many ways to express your love and gratitude for the people who have always been there for you, from personalised presents to outdoor activities and online festivities. Make 2022's Grandparents' Day one to remember!

[kagooleo]

aside from my rice here’s a doodle dump of my timeskip johto kiddos all scribbled during classes! forgot to upload this some time ago but it's a mix of silly doodles, profile studies and outfit ideations 📝

[bewaretheidesofmarchyall]

7 <- for your spotify drabble ask game

got fucking. NSYNC's Bye Bye Bye. which I honestly do not think is what my 7th most played song actually was. but nevertheless

anyway. here's something about the Jersey Devil killing and eating half a dozen mafiosos in 1920's Atlantic City

It took a hot second for Hammer's henchmen to realize he was actually dead. True, they were no stranger to seeing men die, and seeing men die very quickly. Still. It wasn't every day you saw some kind of goat-bat-snake thing crawl out of Hell's asscrack and tear off the boss's head in a single bite.

And maybe, if they were a less confident unit, they would have made it out of there. Unfortunately, they went for the tommy guns, so things went downhill for them very quickly.

Rat-tat-tat-tat. Snap. Crunch. Aaah! God! Why? Etcetera.

The creature lurched and lunged across the room like a puppet on loose strings, deceptively fast for all its lack of grace. When its work was done, it sat back on its haunches and licked the blood off its muzzle.

It knew Kasia would be happy to be free of them. The protection money, the threats.

Unlucky number. Unwanted child. Ghost story, keeping small things in the safety of the light. Now, something else, too.

Not something good. At least, that's not what it thinks. But, it will admit, a thing that helps.

It can be a thing that helps.

[amelia-sun]

begging parents to name their kids better because im walking around here with a name from the 1930’s while everyone else is Gabriel Michael Princess Crystal or something

i been knitting sweaters and embroidering handkerchiefs in my mother’s womb with my shitty name, godbless

[nabaath-areng]

Also I received the USB of the digitalized part of the archive and going through it now, there's more that's yet to be digitalized but now everything from photos from every decade of the 1900s to contracts and estate inventories dating back to as early as 1825 among other things...!!!

[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

My grandparents uuuh came to visit and take me with them- (I forgot the word ;-;)

So we went eating

And they had livers

And I thought about you :)

*gives you a liver a secretly took with me*

Your song, touch tone Telefone, it's carrying me through the 3 hour ride I swear

((gives you high-five since you don't like physical touch))

:3

i am going to commit murder, i tried to reply to this ask bfore school and turns out it didnt reply :[

:OO :DD Thanks for the liver :]] ((you remembered 🥹))

[kaijuerotica]

family trauma dumping time

[bones-sprouts]

in the next 6 months im going to have many life altering things happen to me and im also going to make many life altering decisions but i already cut my hair really short and i already have bangs AND like every surface of my room that could have paint does have paint. literally what will i do

[milo-is-rambling]

There’s just something about having a panic attack and trying to hurt yourself in the bathroom at your brothers graduation ceremony while your grandparents sit next to a photo of their dead son, your dead father, your mothers dead husband and you’re just trying not to sob but every breath puts pressure on your chest and you keep imagining the nurses giving your father cpr after he coded again for the third time you’re crying and trying to catch your breath and somehow everyone else is normal and holding it together and acting like this is fine and this is what it’s just gonna be like and you’re sobbing and bleeding and thinking about how you’re never going to graduate and you’re never going to be happy and how your father will always be dead and how you’re going to be mentally ill and broken forever and how you need prescription pills just to not want to kill yourself and you’re thinking about how much easier it would’ve been for your family if you had died instead of your father and you know you can’t do that and you can’t make that change and it’s done it’s over now this is how it is but you can’t help but imagine a world where everyone else is happy and your father is alive and maybe in some daydreams I’m alive too but now all I want is to sob alone in the car and scream and cry and I want to be alone again I need to be alone in my room at night smoking weed and ignoring my feelings I need to not be here I need to not be here but instead I’m breathing and collecting myself and trying so hard to pretend everything is okay

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[ungiorno-nellavita]

Thankful Tuesday: A Decade Without Mamang

Five days ago marked ten years since my grandmother’s passing. Ten years. It feels like they flew by in an instant. Every time February comes around, it brings bittersweet memories—of love, loss, and the passing of time.It’s always hard to write about my grandmother. My heart shatters when I think about all the things I wanted to do for her but never got the chance to. Time was a thief. I thought…

[yandereduckie]

Another Aquatrio drawing for you!!

It was supposed to be them drinking yogurt with cookies, but I forgot to draw the damn packet of cookies on the table and I'm too lazy to do it now.

@justv0id

[louisgoldenhour]

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[silverheartca]

Grandparents Day is a heartwarming occasion that celebrates the cherished bond between generations. This year, why not make it extra special by sharing stories and creating lasting memories with your loved ones? Our assisted living facility in California offers the perfect setting to honor and celebrate the wisdom and love of our elders.

[bella5wan]

now what do i change renesmees name to,,,

[allaboutyoupostnthings]

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