#Thanksgiving weekend 2024

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On the way back to Arkansas Joplyn experienced her first snow blizzard somewhere in Missouri.

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[tinseltownie]

The problem with Vegas for me personally is that I live in LA and I like when the race is at ungodly hours in the morning and not like. On a regular Saturday night. When I watch from my bed, eyes barely open, sun hasn’t fully risen, clutching my iPad, it feels like they’re my special little freaky guys in cars going vroom vroom

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Podcast Is Here

12.1.24 Hello for the last time tonight. As we promised we have a short Podcast here for anyone interested to listen to me babble. I haven’t decided when to start back our original podcast episodes, but we will start on that soon. This episode is just an update, only a little over fifteen minutes. Hope you guys enjoy it. Enjoy the rest of you Sunday. Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving…

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Of Friday-Flavored Wednesdays and Fluttering

14,396 Days Alive 3 Day Work Week 1 Chipotle Burrito Bowl Eaten I was supposed to have movie night with Tom tonight, but it got rescheduled, as it seems everything has been lately. But for good reason: he got a new piece of tech and wanted to play with it! Continue reading Of Friday-Flavored Wednesdays and Fluttering

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Oblivious

Damon Salvatore x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024! Requested by @elenavampire21 - hope you like it! Thanks for being patient while I got it done!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Day Thirty-One Prompt: "It's always been you."

Summary: You've always felt like the lowest priority out of everyone in the Mystic Falls group, but Damon disagrees.

Word Count: 1,905

Category: Fluff, light Angst

A/N: That's a wrap on Fictober baby! Woohoo! And Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

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I hummed to myself as I scanned my bookshelf, trying to decide which one to grab. Since moving into college at Whitmore, I'd mostly just brought my favorites, since I didn't have much book space to spare in my single dorm room. But bringing all of my favorites made it a little hard to decide what to read on any given day.

I'd just about made up my mind, actually reaching out to grab one when the door to my room went flying open, smashing into the opposite wall.

I whirled around, my fight or flight response kicking into overdrive as I tried to remember where the nearest stake was in my room. I'd been dragged into the supernatrual drama just by being tangental to a certain friend group in Mystic Falls, which meant I was on high alert for supernatural threats. This weekend in particular, everyone I knew was back in Mystic Falls for a visit and a party.

At least, they were supposed to be. As I whipped around towards the door, I came face to face with none other than Damon Salvatore.

My heart started a very annoying gymnastics routine. I'd had a crush on Damon for a long time, despite knowing all his supernatural secrets, but with Elena around he'd never bothered to give me the time of day. I'd made my peace with it, more or less, but suddenly finding him standing in the doorway of my room, his piercing blue eyes fixed absolutely on me, still sent my heart racing.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I demanded, fixing Damon with the fiercest glare I could muster. Probably not very fierce at the moment, but I did my best.

"You should really keep this locked," Damon drawled instead of answering me. I scowled as he closed the door behind him, then took a few steps closer to me.

"We're in a crowded student dorm hall. It's normally not a problem."

"Well, it's a problem now."

Damon grinned at me, making a point of flashing his fangs. My scowl deepened.

"Do you not have to be invited in to student housing?" I asked, trying to deflect and distract Damon from paying any attention to my heartbeat. His grin only widened.

"Nope. I've used that to my advantage many times."

I tried to keep a grimace off my face at that. I knew enough about Damon and his history to realize he was refering to past hookups as much as anything else. Not my favorite subject to get into with him.

I cleared my throat, trying to push the thoughts out of my mind. I met Damon's gaze again and raised an eyebrow, going for casual and just hoping I could kind of pull it off.

"Why are you here?" I said. "Aren't you supposed to be hosting a party in Mystic Falls?"

"Aren't you supposed to be at that party with me?" Damon asked, voice low as he took another few steps towards me. I let out a little huff and looked away.

"Believe it or not, I'm not in the mood to go running back home every weekend that I'm at college. I have work to do and people I want to spend time with this weekend, both of which require me to stay here."

Damon stepped even closer to me, getting in my space and moving to try to see my expression. When I continued to look away from him, he took my chin in his hand and turned me to face him. I scowled, but didn't pull away.

"I don't believe you."

"What do you mean 'you don't believe me'?"

"I mean, when you explained your reasoning to me just now, your heartbeat told me you were lying." I frowned, but Damon just leaned in a little closer, his grip still tight on my chin. "So why aren't you in Mystic Falls?"

I huffed and rolled my eyes, finally pulling back and out of his grip. He let me go, but took a few steps to follow me across the room as I walked away.

"I'm just sick of all the supernatural drama," I said. "It's been nice to be here, building something separate from which vampire we're trying to kill this week, or which werewolf is trying to kill us. I'm happy here, and I don't want to blow all that up by going home and finding myself in the middle of the supernatural drama again."

Damon hummed. Nothing I'd said was a lie, technically, so he couldn't call me out like he had earlier. I kept my back to him so he couldn't read it in my face either.

"I guess that's the truth," Damon said, his voice way too casual. "But I know you well enough to know it's not the whole truth."

I snorted, then whipped around to face Damon with a scowl.

"Why do you care? I gave you an explanation, and it's the truth, so it's all you're getting."

Damon shook his head as he stepped even closer to me.

"Not gonna work for me, sweetheart. I'm not leaving here without the whole truth."

"Why? Damon, seriously, why is this so important to you?"

"Because. Now are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to compel it out of you?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at me, but I just rolled my eyes.

"We both know I'm on vervain, so knock it off. Just go back to Mystic Falls. Flirt with Elena to mess with your brother, whatever! Just leave me alone!"

"I don't want to flirt with Elena," Damon said, taking another step towards me. His voice was low, and more serious than I usually heard it, as his eyes locked onto mine. "I want to flirt with you, no one else. It's always been you."

Everything about Damon's tone and body language told me he was serious, but I knew what a good actor he could be when he wanted to. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms and squaring my shoulders to face Damon.

"Oh please. It's always been Elena, from day one with you! And the handful of times it hasn't been Elena? It's been just about anybody else in our group besides me. Caroline, that reporter Andie, the vampire Rose who kidnapped Elena... hell, even Rebekah Mikaelson! But never once me, Day."

Damon's frown had deepend, and he actually looked a little wounded. He took another step closer, almost putting us chest to chest, and opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but I put up a hand to stop him before he could get a word out.

"It's fine, Damon. Seriously, it's not a crime for you to not reciprocate my feelings. And I'm not avoiding Mystic Falls all because of some one-sided crush. But, seriously. Bonnie, Caroline, and Elena were supposed to be in a triple together. Nobody even checked with me, if I might want to join them in a dorm, since we were all going to Whitmore. I know I got sucked into the group by accident and not really by friendship, but for fuck's sake, I've thrown myself headfirst into this world and trying to help you guys, and still, it's like I'm barely even present. So I decided to say screw it, and I've made a bunch of great friends here outside of all this vampire shit, and I'm happy with that. So just go back to your party and leave me alone. I'd say pass the message on, but I doubt if anybody else'll notice."

Damon's frown had been steadily deepening the whole time I'd been speaking, and now he looked truly upset. I'd confessed a little more to him in the heat of the moment than I'd been planning to, but my words were still true. Maybe it was time for a full break from the rest of the Mystic Falls gang, and maybe this was how I got it done.

"Are you... absolutely blind?" Damon demanded, reaching out to take my hands before I could stop him. "I'll admit, when I first met Elena, she looked so much like Katherine that I was a little hung up on her. But I got over her when I got over Katherine. All I've been doing since a few weeks after I met you is trying to flirt with you! You've always shut me down!"

"What? Damon, you're crazy-"

"I abandoned Ric at the bar to buy you a drink and play pool. I blew off Stefan to go to some stupid Mystic Falls festival with you. For god's sake, I even asked you on a date after your graduation!"

"No no no, that was playful flirting. And the date thing was to make Elena jealous!"

"The date thing was not to make Elena jealous!"

I laughed, mostly out of panic, shaking my head and stepping back from Damon. He didn't let me get far. He followed me across the room until my back hit the wall, and then stepped into my space again. I looked up at him with wide eyes, and I knew he could hear just how fast my heart was beating.

"Damon, come on. You're... you. If you'd had a thing for me for over a year, there's no way I wouldn't know about it!"

"That's what I kept telling myself," he muttered. The faintest possible smile made its way onto his face. "I'm actually a little relieved it turns out you're just oblivious."

I snorted, but my heart had picked up speed again, which honestly shouldn't have been possible. If Damon were lying... well, it didn't make sense for Damon to be lying. There was no reason for him to come all the way down here, especially while everyone else in our group was throwing a party at his house, all for a lie with no real motivation.

I searched Damon's face, this time without a scowl. He smirked back at me and let his gaze slowly, clearly wander down to my mouth. I laughed.

"You're serious, aren't you? You're telling the truth."

"Of course I'm telling the truth," he said. His voice was more sincere and serious than it had been since he'd walked into my room as the smirk on his face became more of a smile. Slowly, he let one hand wander down to rest on my waist. I bit my lip, considering for just a second, then surged forward and kissed him.

Damon wasted no time pushing me against the wall and kissing me back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting myself get lost in the moment.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back to Mystic Falls?" I breathed between kisses as Damon moved along my neck and jaw. "You're missing a party in your own house."

"I'm sure. I hid all my good booze before I left. And I hate to rub it in, but..." Damon pulled back just enough to look me in the eye and let a predatory grin spread across his face. "I'm pretty happy you ended up in a single dorm room right now."

I laughed, something I honestly never thought I'd be able to do about the way I'd ended up in this single dorm room. Leave it to Damon to find a way to make it happen, despite the odds.

It'd taken a lot more drama and heartache than it should've to get here. Still, as Damon wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to his chest, I got the distinct impression that it would be worth it.

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The ‘Eras Tour’ book sold 814,000 copies over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, despite only being available at Target! (December 5, 2024)

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thankful for you

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando spends his first Thanksgiving with Amelie and her family in Doha, where the holiday brings a mix of warmth, nervousness, and unexpected intimacy. As they navigate through the traditions and laughter of the evening, their bond deepens with heartfelt moments and shared gratitude.

Wordcount: 1.6 k

Warnings: just fluff

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November 28th, 2024 - Doha, Qatar

Lando Norris walked through the luxurious marble floors of the massive villa in Doha, the cool air conditioning mixing with the subtle warmth of the desert evening. It was the evening of Thanksgiving, and although Qatar wasn’t the typical place to celebrate the American holiday, Amelie had insisted. They were there for the race weekend, but this was more than just a typical work trip. It was family.

Amelie, his girlfriend of nearly a year, had invited him to spend the night with her family. Lando hadn’t been sure what to expect; Thanksgiving wasn’t something he’d ever really celebrated. Sure, he’d seen it on TV in the movies, but there was something different about experiencing it firsthand—especially when it was with someone he was head over heels for.

Lando smoothed his jumper nervously as he stepped into the sprawling living room of the villa. The warm glow of ambient lighting reflected off the polished tiles, and the soft hum of conversation drifted through the space. The air smelled amazing—savory and spiced, with hints of roasted turkey and something sweet he couldn’t place.

—Lan!— Amelie's voice broke through the haze, her tone bright and familiar. She appeared from the hallway, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders and her smile wide enough to make his chest tighten. She wore a casual but elegant dress in a soft shade of blue that complemented her glowing skin.

—Ames,— he greeted, grinning as he opened his arms for her. She walked into his embrace effortlessly, her arms wrapping around his waist.

—Nervous?— she teased, pulling back to look at him.

—A little,— he admitted, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. —You Americans take this holiday seriously, yeah?—

She laughed, the sound warm and familiar. —I’m not even American, you dork. But yes, Mum and Stella have gone all out. Callum’s just here for the food, though, and Dad... well, he’s mostly just supervising.—

Lando chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. Amelie’s family had always been welcoming, but he couldn’t shake the pressure of wanting to make a good impression. This was his first Thanksgiving, and he didn’t want to muck it up.

—Come on, they’re in the dining room. You’ll survive.— She laced her fingers with his, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they walked together.

The dining room was set like a scene out of a magazine. A long table draped with a crisp white cloth, golden chargers under pristine plates, and a centerpiece of fall-colored flowers and candles. The turkey sat proudly in the middle, flanked by dishes of mashed potatoes, stuffing, green beans, and cranberry sauce.

—Lando!— Victoria greeted warmly, standing from her seat to offer him a quick hug. She was as polished as always, her American roots apparent in her refined demeanor. —So glad you could join us!—

—Thank you for having me, Mrs. Dayman,— Lando replied, his accent charming as ever.

—Oh, call me Victoria, please.—

Elias, Amelie’s father, gave him a firm handshake and a nod. —Good to see you again, Lando. Ready for the race?—

—Always, sir,— Lando said with a confident grin.

Callum was already seated, sipping a glass of wine and giving Lando a nod of acknowledgment. Stella sat beside him, bouncing baby Emilio on her lap while Checo entertained Sergio and Carlota with animated stories.

Elysia and Jack, the twins, were at the other end of the table, engaged in a quiet but intense debate about something. They paused to greet Lando with smiles and quick hellos.

As they all took their seats, Amelie slid into the chair beside him, her hand resting casually on his thigh under the table. She leaned in and whispered, —Told you they don’t bite.—

—Not yet,— he muttered back with a smirk, earning himself a discreet nudge from her elbow.

Dinner was a lively affair. Conversation flowed easily, the family sharing stories and jokes. Victoria and Stella reminisced about past Thanksgivings, and Callum cracked dry jokes that had everyone groaning but laughing anyway.

Lando found himself genuinely enjoying the warmth of it all. He wasn’t used to big family gatherings like this; his own family was much smaller, and holidays weren’t as much of an event. But here, with Amelie’s family, he felt a strange sense of belonging.

—So, Lando,— Victoria began, her tone curious. —How does this compare to Christmas in England?—

He smiled, setting his fork down. —It’s a bit different. Less turkey, more mince pies. But this is incredible. Honestly, I didn’t know what I was missing.—

—We’ll convert you into a Thanksgiving enthusiast in no time,— Stella chimed in, winking.

Amelie leaned closer to him, her breath warm against his ear. —See? You’re a natural.—

He turned his head slightly to meet her gaze. —It helps that I’ve got you to guide me through it.—

As dinner wound down, the family moved to the living room for dessert and coffee. Amelie’s mum served pumpkin and pecan pie, and Lando couldn’t decide which he liked more.

Later, as the conversation began to mellow and some of the kids started nodding off, Amelie gave Lando a mischievous look. She nudged his arm and whispered, —Come on, let’s step outside.—

Lando raised an eyebrow but followed her lead as she stood and slipped out to the patio. The night was cool, the stars bright against the inky sky.

She turned to him, her grin playful. —How are you holding up, Mr. Norris?—

—Not bad,— he admitted, stepping closer. —It’s been a good night. Your family’s... nice.—

—They like you,— she said, her voice softening.

He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close. —Yeah?—

She nodded, her hands resting on his chest. —Especially me.— Her lips brushed against his, a slow, teasing kiss.

Lando groaned softly, his grip tightening. —Ames... your family’s inside.—

—So?— she whispered, trailing kisses along his jaw.

—So,— he said firmly, though his resolve was weakening, —I’m not risking your dad walking out here and catching us.—

She pulled back, pouting. —You’re no fun.—

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. —Oh, I’m plenty fun. Just... later. When we’re back at the hotel.—

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. —Promise?—

—Promise,— he said, his voice low and certain.

They stood there for a moment, both of them leaning into the cool evening air, surrounded by the silence of the night. The distant hum of the villa and muffled voices inside reminded them that they weren’t alone. But there, in the dark, with the soft glow of the lights from the house reflecting off the glass windows, it felt like just the two of them.

Amelie rested her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapping around him. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.

—It’s funny,— she said, breaking the comfortable silence. —I always thought Thanksgiving was this massive thing. But with you here... it just feels right. Not just the holiday, but... everything.—

Lando smiled down at her, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back. —I get it. It’s weird how sometimes things just click like that. I mean, if I’m being honest, I didn’t expect to love Thanksgiving this much. Your family... they’re easy to be around. You’re easy to be around.—

Her eyes fluttered open at his words, and she tilted her head back to look at him. There was something so raw and tender in his voice, something that made her heart skip. He wasn’t just talking about the holiday, was he?

—You know,— she started, her voice quieter now, —this time last year, we were just... starting this all over again. A lot has changed since then.—

Lando nodded, his thumb brushing over the side of her face. —I know. And I’m thankful for every bit of it. For you... for us. I never would’ve thought that, you know? That I’d be here, doing this with you. Publicly. All of it.—

She smiled softly, a bittersweet kind of smile. —Me neither. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.—

Lando leaned down to kiss her gently, a slow, lingering kiss that conveyed everything they didn’t need to say out loud. When he pulled back, he stared into her eyes, as if searching for something.

—Are we supposed to share what we’re thankful for?— he asked, his voice a bit playful, but there was an edge of seriousness to it.

She raised an eyebrow. —Yeah. I mean, that’s kind of the whole point of Thanksgiving, right? What are you thankful for, Lan?—

Lando took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. —I’m thankful for... this. For you, for the moments we get together, no matter how chaotic my life is with racing. I’m thankful that, no matter how many miles are between us, you’re there. I’m thankful for the way you laugh, the way you make everything seem lighter. Even on the toughest days, you somehow make it feel like everything’s going to be okay. You do that for me, Ames. You make me feel like I’m enough, even when I feel like I’m barely hanging on. I’m thankful for you, for us. Every damn day.—

Amelie felt her heart flutter, the warmth of his words filling her chest. She reached up, brushing a hand across his cheek, feeling the slight stubble there. The touch was soft but meaningful, grounding her in this shared space between them.

—Lan...— she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. —I’m thankful for you, too. More than I ever knew was possible. For how you make me feel, how you always seem to know exactly what I need, even when I don’t know it myself. I’m thankful for the way you see me, like... like I’m not just someone in the spotlight, but someone you actually want in your life. You’re everything to me.—

Lando’s hand found hers, his fingers lacing with hers tightly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a quiet gesture of affection. He gave her a small, tender smile.

—You know, Ames... I thought I had everything figured out. My career, my life. But then I met you, and everything shifted. And it’s a bit terrifying, but also... it’s perfect, you know? Like, I don’t think I could have asked for anything better. You’ve made me believe in something that I didn’t even know I needed.—

Amelie smiled softly, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. There was something in the way he looked at her—so sure, so vulnerable at the same time—that made her want to wrap herself around him and never let go.

—You’ve changed me too, Lan. I never thought I’d have this, you know? After everything... after the way we started and the way it ended, I thought it wasn’t meant to be. But here we are, a year later, and I’m more sure than I’ve ever been. I’m thankful for that. For us. For how we made it work this time.—

He gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head lightly. —I guess sometimes you need a few tries before you get it right, huh?—

—Guess so,— she replied, her voice teasing now, the comfortable flirtation that had always been a part of their relationship coming back in full force. —Though, I think we’ve got it pretty damn perfect this time around.—

Lando leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before looking back at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

—Yeah? Well, I think we’ve got a lot of things to be thankful for, Ames. But maybe... just maybe... I’m more thankful for you than I’m letting on.—

Amelie smirked, stepping back slightly, her eyes scanning his face, her voice playful but with a hint of something deeper beneath it. —Oh really? You’re not gonna say anything more about that?—

—Nope,— he grinned, that boyish charm that always made her weak in the knees making an appearance. —I’m saving that for later. When it’s just us... alone.—

Her heart raced at the thought of what they could do later, but she forced herself to stay focused on the moment. They had time. She could feel the building tension between them, but this wasn’t just about them sneaking off for some alone time. It was about something more.

—You’re such a tease,— she laughed, shaking her head, but there was an undeniable warmth in her voice.

—You love it,— he teased back, his voice low and full of promise.

Amelie rolled her eyes playfully, then pulled him into another kiss, her lips soft but insistent, a silent reminder of the connection they shared. When they finally pulled away, the playful glint in her eyes had faded slightly, replaced by something more sincere, more intense.

—Lan,— she started, her voice quieter now, more intimate, —I don’t know where I’d be without you. Thank you for being here. For me. For all of this.—

His hand cupped her cheek gently, and he smiled, the expression soft but full of warmth. —I’m not going anywhere, Ames. Not now, not ever.—

The sincerity in his words hit her like a wave, and she felt the pressure in her chest ease. She let out a soft breath, smiling up at him, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

—You promise?— she asked, her voice a whisper, vulnerable in the best possible way.

—Promise,— he said, his thumb brushing gently across her skin. —And I’m thankful every day that you’re in my life. We’ve got the best kind of story, you know?—

She leaned into his touch, her heart swelling in her chest. —We do, Lan. We really do.—

Just as the moment stretched between them, the sound of the villa’s front door opening interrupted their private moment. Both of them turned, slightly startled, but it was only Amelie’s dad, Elias, stepping outside.

Just as the moment stretched between them, the sound of the villa’s front door opening interrupted their private moment. Both of them turned, slightly startled, but it was only Amelie’s dad, Elias, stepping outside.

—Everything alright out here?— Elias asked, his tone casual, though there was a slight glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.

Lando and Amelie quickly broke apart, their hands still lingering as if reluctant to let go. Lando gave a small, sheepish smile, his heart racing slightly from the intensity of the moment.

—Yeah, just... enjoying the fresh air, sir,— Lando replied, his voice steady despite the lingering heat between him and Amelie.

Elias nodded, not missing a beat. —Well, dinner’s winding down inside. We’ll have some more pie and coffee if you’re ready to join us.—

—We’ll be right there,— Amelie said with a smile, her voice light and carefree. She gave Lando a wink before turning her attention back to her father.

As Elias headed back inside, Lando looked down at Amelie with a mischievous smile.

—You know,— he murmured low enough so only she could hear, —we could always sneak away later, when your parents aren’t looking. I still have a lot to be thankful for, and it definitely doesn’t involve pie.—

She grinned, biting her lip. —You’re incorrigible, Lan. But I think I can be persuaded. Later, though. I don’t want to get caught again.—

Lando chuckled, leaning in for one last quick kiss before they both re-entered the villa. He didn’t know what the future held, but with Amelie by his side, he knew he had something worth being grateful for, something that had been long overdue and finally felt right.

[jjungkookislife]

Mother Dearest

pairing: jungkook x f. reader

genre: fake dating au, fluff, college au, Christmas au, [18+]

summary: Jungkook makes an important phone call regarding his plans for the holidays.

wc: 766

warnings: allusions to anxiety, mention of condoms, and allusions to sex

a/n: this takes place before Jungkook goes home for the holidays.

date: January 13, 2024

part one part two

“Jungkook!” His mother’s voice greets him after he waits for her to answer his phone call. 

“Hi, mom. How are you?” He asks as he sits on his desk chair, eyeing the quiz he had taken with Jimin just thirty minutes before. Jungkook tapped his pen as he reviewed the answers he got wrong and wondered if he was in over his head. 

Would this plan even work? 

“Good, your father is making dinner tonight, and Seojun made dessert. You just missed him,” his mom informs him. Jungkook chuckles. He texted his brother almost every day, so he was up to date on all things concerning his brother. 

“That’s great,” Jungkook smiles and he is genuine with his words. He ignores the bubbling guilt in his stomach as the tapping of his pen grows more frantic and he starts bouncing his knee. He was grateful his mother wasn’t in front of him to notice. 

Aera doesn’t notice his silence as she rattles on about everything he’s missed since Thanksgiving. The Christmas parade was just this past weekend and she’s hopeful Jungkook will eventually be able to join the family when he graduates. 

Jungkook loved the parade. The floats were always magical, and his parents would help out whenever possible. Even his grandmother had been a participant for decades before his parents ever joined in. Jungkook has several photographs of himself and Seojun aboard a float every year until his Senior year of high school. 

After the parade, the town has a festival with food vendors, rides, and musical performances. If finals weren’t around the same time, he’d make the two-hour drive home every year but he needs to focus on his studies for now. 

“Jungkook?” His mother’s voice brings him out of his thoughts. 

“Hm?” He hums in response.

“Is your partner coming for Christmas?” Aera asks a second time. 

“Uh, my girlfriend? Yeah, totally. Yes, they are,” Jungkook clears his throat. 

“Wonderful! We’ll get Seojun’s old room ready for you and she can sleep in yours. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook sighs in relief. “That’ll be perfect.”

“I know you probably sleep together,” Aera laughs. “But we’d prefer it this way.”

“No, I understand,” Jungkook affirms. “Whatever you guys want.”

“Make sure you’re using condoms, Jungkook,” Aera states as she takes a seat at the kitchen table. “I’m too young to be a grandmother.”

“Mom!” Jungkook exclaims, his cheeks already turning pink from embarrassment. 

“I’m just saying,” Aera laughs again. “I remember those college years with your father.”

“Mom!” 

“Tell me about your girlfriend, Kook. What does she like? Do you think she’d like a pair of pajamas? Is she allergic to anything?” 

Jungkook answers all his mother’s questions as best as he can. She takes notes as she listens attentively. Seojun had shown him a few pictures when he arrived, not wanting to go through every post his little brother made on his Instagram when he was only stopping by to drop off dessert. 

“She seems like such a lovely girl from what I’ve seen. I can’t wait to meet her, son,” Aera smiles as she looks over the notes in her little notebook. She has a habit of doodling on the corners of her page while she talks on the phone, and Jungkook seems to do the same thing.

“Yeah, she’s great,” Jungkook said as he chewed his bottom lip nervously. “I think you’ll like her.”

“We can’t wait to meet her! Oh, your father and I are so excited! Do you love her?” his mother asks, and Jungkook ignores the flutters of his heart.

Sheepishly, Jungkook smiles to himself as he taps the pen on his desk a little slower. I think I’m falling for her, is what he’d like to say but it’s just a ploy. Nothing will come of this once they return to campus, so why get his mother’s hopes up?

“It’s still too early to tell, Mom,” he lies as he turns in his chair, chewing on the end of his pen. “But she’s wonderful.”

Aera hums in acknowledgment. “As long as you’re happy, honey. We can’t wait to see you.”

“I’ll call you soon, Mom. Bye. Love you.”

“Love you, Kook. Bye,” his mother hangs up first like always, and Jungkook hits ‘end call’ on his phone. He sets it down on the desk as he spins around to set the pen on it as well. His elbows rest on the mahogany surface, his hands covering his face as he lets out a somewhat muffled scream.

“I’m so fucked,” he grumbles into the palms of his hands.

© jjungkookislife - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes Youtube.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from Rolling Stone:

EARLIER THIS WEEK, the Copernicus Climate Change Service, a European Union-funded research group, announced that last Sunday, July 21, 2024, the daily global average temperature hit 62.76 degrees. It was the hottest day scientists have measured since 1940 — which officially makes it the hottest day ever recorded on Earth by humans. Twenty four hours later, however, Copernicus had to update its report: On Monday, the temperature climbed up to 62.87 degrees. As of now, July 22, 2024 is now the hottest day ever recorded. 

But hey, it’s only Friday. Who knows what the weekend holds? Or the rest of the summer, for that matter.

Are you shocked by news of this record-breaking heat? Does the fact that you lived through two of the hottest days on Earth that scientists have ever recorded make you think differently about the risks and consequences of living on a rapidly-warming planet? Did you pause for a moment and think about the millions of people who sweat through this without air conditioning? Did you mourn the 396 deaths from heat that are under investigation this summer in Phoenix? Did you sell your car and buy an electric bike? Were you inspired to sign up to knock on doors to help Kamala Harris defeat the climate-hoax-pushing-criminal Donald Trump? Are you getting calls from your MAGA-loving uncle in Idaho apologizing for the long lecture he gave you at Thanksgiving last year about how Earth’s temperature moves in natural cycles, or about how higher levels of CO2 in the atmosphere is good because more CO2 makes crops and trees grow better?

Probably not.

The problem is not you. The problem is that a broken heat record is just another statistic. The story of the climate crisis is written in broken records that measure levels of CO2 pollution, glacial ice melt, rising sea levels, crop failure, megafires, the spread of diseases, heat deaths, wildfire and insurance costs, and economic losses. But if shocking data and broken records could galvanize people to take action on climate, we’d all be powering our iPhones with solar power from microgrids, and millions of cows and chickens would be liberated from factory farms. We’d have cities crowded with bike lanes and a high speed rail service between Dallas and Houston. We’d laugh at climate-hoaxing politicians and debate whether it is fair and just to charge Big Oil companies with criminally negligent homicide.

[queenofbaws]

six sentence weekend...wrap-up??? for 2024, anyway ;P

hey friendos <3 as much as the inexorable march of time terrifies me, it is with a heavy heart i point out..............we're in the last leg of the year, and man. there are. some holidays a'comin. because of that (and a few other winterly obligations), i'm anticipating i probably won't be around much on the weekends for a hot minute 🥺

BUT!!! since i really, really love getting to do little drabbly request stuff during my downtime, i thought i might close out 2024 and start 2025 like this: opening my inbox, letting you guys throw some requests at me, and i'll just. do 'em when i do 'em. post a couple on the weekends here and there until i'm done.

if you're interested, i'm throwing a couple extra deets (and some potential prompt lists, oooooh) below the readmore!!! either way, as always, hope you're doing well out there <333

OTHER DETAILS, YOU SAY???

1. since i'm really going to be focusing most of my energy in the coming weeks on, like, surviving family thanksgiving. and other. horrifying. things. *widens eyes in usamerican politics* i'm probably not going to stick to SIX sentences specifically for these prompts, so i cannot and will not promise every fill will be, y'know. of equal length lmao maybe it'll be 6 sentences! maybe it'll be 7! maybe it'll be a page, i truly cannot say. PLEASE don't expect a fully fleshed out oneshot, however, these will still be on the shorter side!!!!!!!!!!!!!! reader beware, you're in for...an...unfair...number of...words.

oh god the seasonal madness is already taking hold.

2. if you'd like to read something i've posted here as part of these fills to ao3, feel free to let me know!!! i'm always happy to put stuff up there, i just typically use ao3 for longer things and tumblr for shorter ones, but i'm always, always, ALWAYS happy to oblige :)c and if you throw your ao3 username at me, i'm ALSO happy to gift you any work you've prompted yourself! <3

3. as always, i'd appreciate not getting requests for cl*mb*ng class or anything shippy involving travis h*ckett, jason k*lchek or gr*nthem du'm*t - anything NON-shippy is SO fine, totally a-okay, don't sweat that :P

4. truly cannot stress how slow i will likely be at these. i could very well still be filling stuff in, like, march, so know in advance i appreciate your patience hehe

5. stuff absolutely does NOT need to be holiday themed, please don't feel like you have to do that just because we're nearing the holiday season! if you ARE looking for inspo, tho, i've found a few prompt lists that look fun... ;)c just please be sure to include the entire prompt in your ask if you decide to pull from these lists - if you just say, like, "#14 for so-and-so" i won't know which list you're talking about 😔

LATE NIGHT DIALOGUE PROMPT LIST

THREE WORDS PROMPT LIST

DRUNKEN LOVE CONFESSIONS PROMPT LIST

aaaaaaaaand i think that's about it? uh, stay safe and have fun??? hehehe seriously tho, i hope these next few months treat us all kindly, and that we have some fun along the way <3

[nando161mando]

1/2 CITIBANK WHEATPASTE AND PAINT ACTION

29 November 2024 – Anonymous Submission

citibank profits off of genocide! boycott citibank! escalate for palestine!

on the eve of “thanksgiving”, autonomous people of conscience targeted citibanks in “manhattan’s” upper east side, heeding the call for global escalations over the “holiday” weekend. we must escalate for palestine! we must take consistent, sustained, direct action against every institution that serves zionist interests!

“our purpose now is to make this murder too expensive.” voice over collectivized from @afeefness

[shadowboxerinc]

Box Office for November 29 - December 1, 2024

12.1.24 Hi again! We are now going to see what is happening with this Thanksgiving Weekend’s Box Office. Moana 2 has stolen the top spot with a total gross of $221M. I’m not surprised with that considering the studio did the smart thing to release the animated film on Thanksgiving weekend. Wicked is down at number 2 with $262M and rounding out the three is Gladiator 2 with $111M. Thanks always…

[theodoravanyar]

Of Gravity and Groceries

14,394 Days Alive 2 Hours 40 Minutes Plus Spent in the Theater 3/4th of a Large Bucket of Popcorn Eaten I got to see Wicked, Part One with Tina today. Having never seen Wicked live, I went in without knowing much of anything. I really enjoyed it. Continue reading Of Gravity and Groceries

[tevantarlos]

Not Christmas-like?

I live in the US, was born here and have lived here all my life. My family celebrates most holidays, like Christmas for example. But this year, it just hasn't felt Christmas-like.

Like, in July or September I usually see ads/commercials on TV/streaming services about tons of Christmas movies. I haven't seen any, though I have seen the movies that are on the streaming services. Not in a way to watch them, as I don't watch many movies, but like, I saw them listed.

There hasn't been Christmas music played on radio stations. Usually every year from the year I was born, (late 80's), I'd hear Christmas songs on the radio, or hear Christmas ads on the radio between October and January 1st, but again, I haven't heard any.

Barely anyone has decorated their houses with Christmas lights or other decor, and my own family didn't put our tree up until 12/14/2024. We usually put our tree up the day after Thanksgiving and have it up until December 26th. The only presents under the tree up until today, were the ones my little nephew bought for the family, until today when my oldest sister started wrapping presents for my little nephew that she, and my other sister had bought. I still have to get my nephew's Christmas present but I won't be able to do it until this weekend, or a day or two before Christmas, which is just crazy.

This season doesn't feel Christmassy at all, at least it doesn't to me. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, I don't know.

It just feels like no one's interested in Christmas anymore. And it's not the end of the world, and I know there are more important things going on, but it just feels bad, because I feel like Christmas is dying off.

[bartholomewthestudyduck]

11/24/2024

I've now completed my second college dance concert! This time with the minor complication of mildly injuring my wrist during tech rehearsal. I also went to see a show on Saturday so I can finally write my second dance critique. Other things I did this weekend include, taking some more physics notes, having hours of rehearsals, finishing the swan lake paper, and I started the owl house, which I am already obsessed with. I am so ready to fly home for Thanksgiving in a few days.