#The In-Laws and the Grandparents

[teamdilf]

The next chapter of The In-Laws and the Grandparents is now up!

“Have you ever acted as a witness at a trial?” she asks Dad that night after Paetus leaves. They’re sitting on the porch, watching the sunset and Dad is taking photos of it with his camera. She can’t remember what it was like to watch regular sunsets that weren’t veiled by smoke and dust. Now, the pollution in the atmosphere dulls the bright orange, red and purple, leaving them muted, like a water-damaged painting.

“A few times, yes. Court martials mostly - I’ve testified against soldiers who’ve gone AWOL, but my most prominent occasion was following the Relay 314 Incident. As a general, I needed to give my testimony to the council on the Citadel, and it was a well-publicized affair. Media taking notes and doing sketches, armed guards - asari and salarians, separating the human contingent from the Hierarchy one, and hours on the stand. Nothing was left out - when they started asking me about the fucking latrines, I knew they were about a step away from asking how many times I took a shit on that damned planet,” Dad says bitterly.

“Shit,” she mutters and Dad sets down his camera and gives her a wry look.

“It was not my favourite experience. Your mother was home and she’d been wounded prior to the evacuation - not seriously, but that scar on her thigh is from earlier that day. Much of the time it’s been benign - asked about my impression of whomever is on trial, my service history with them, and whatever I witnessed.”

“What about the last time you were…”

“Caught using my body as a shield? I wasn’t called to the stand that time. I have little memory of the incident and would not have been a useful witness - particularly when my squad was there and not spraying blood on the ground.” She winces and Dad’s face falls. “Sorry. Easier to joke about it, but your mom isn’t ready for such jokes and I should’ve known you would find them painful too.”

“Marcus would appreciate them?”

“He had a good quip about my body being the broken ground for the new underground tunnels here in the city the first time he saw me. Made me laugh but fuck did it hurt to do so,” Dad says, and she giggles.

“My recall of the situation is better this time around, so I’ll likely be called. Given the way the prosecutor is preparing you, you’ll be called too.”

They aren’t allowed to talk to one another about the details of their testimony to avoid tainting their recollections of what happened. “Guess there’s no chance of the two of them pleading guilty, huh?”

“Given that it’s a death sentence even if they do plead down from treason to pre-meditated murder, they’ll draw the whole fucking thing out as much as they can. I’m sorry, Aurelia. After all you’ve been through, it’s just one more cruelty and I’m not happy about it, because I cannot protect you.”

[darksigns-exe]

Boyfriend Nicky things that we should talk about more because I’m very soft for him today and bc I always want to talk about him.

Nicky’s about small things. He’ll come up to you during the day and tells you to get dressed you can go get ice cream together. You go on walks around the neighbourhood, stop for coffee and just talk and walk for bit.

Sometimes you’ll stop in the park with a little pastry treat and people watch for a while.

Some nights date night is just takeout and a film at home.

Sometimes it’s a home cooked dinner where you get all dressed up despite the fact that you’re not going out.

Date night can also be a trip to the indoor plant section of the garden centre.

And sometimes it’s one of you already in bed while the other is in the middle of their day.

Speaking of small things: I firmly believe that Nick will get you flowers just because, just as you do for him. When he does the shopping he’ll get a little treat for you to share.

He’s a cuddler, doesn’t care if he’s the small or big spoon, just wants to be close and in physical contact.

Nick holds your hand as soon as you’re in a crowd, both to soothe your mind and to make sure that you don’t get separated.

When he’s home and you have the time to take things slow you’ll have a little coffee/tea morning catch up before you really get out of bed and start your day.

While he’s big on quality time, he’s also the type to surprise you with little things. It’s not always things he buys, sometimes it just a picture of a cool looking bird or a pretty flower he saw somewhere. But it’s small things that add up, little things that show that he’s paying attention to you and what you like.

[respectthepetty]

Bake Me Please, if anything happens to this woman . . .

*let us pray*

I'm not playing Bake Me Please! Let no harm come to this woman.

She better be ALIVE and WELL when all of this is finished and done.

[lem0nademouth]

so i thought the “Palestinian refugee status extends to descendants of refugees” was a bad faith misinterpretation of refugee policies by people with anti-Arab motivations. i was wrong! that’s literally the policy. more specifically it applies to the patrilineal line. so here’s a completely hypothetical but still technically completely possible scenario according to the UN’s policy on Palestinian refugee status.

Palestinian man obtains refugee status in the US in 1946. Marries Mizrahi Jewish woman, herself a refugee of the Farhud (couldn’t find info on whether she’d be granted refugee status though), they have a son in 1947. Son is Jewish by default, but for the sake of argument let’s say he’s also raised Jewish. Son marries Jewish woman, they have a son in the 1970s and make aliyah. That son marries a Jewish woman and they have a son in the 1990s. That son marries a Jewish woman and they have a son in the 2010s. That son - who is four generations removed from his most recent Palestinian ancestor - is eligible to receive refugee status. He is, in the eyes of Israeli right of return and the strictest beliefs on membership to the tribe, a Jew, born and raised in Israel, and because his paternal great grandfather was a Palestinian refugee, HE is considered a Palestinian refugee.

this particular scenario is entirely made up. it is made to show flaws in this policy. Palestinian suffering is real and it matters — we do not need to artificially inflate statistics in order for that to be true.

[vivaciousoceans]

Carisi is Barsons child. He is a child of divorce right now.

[unfortunate-arrow]

To See My Son Become A Father

A/N: For the Benophie Week 2023 prompt “baby.” Set in 1857 and features mentions of difficulties with pregnancy/infertility but not more than in When He Was Wicked

Benedict Bridgerton woke with a start, blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted to darkness. Whatever candles had been lit had clearly gone out, but Benedict wasn’t sure how long ago they had. Nevertheless, he stood up and stretched, his muscles and bones protesting the movements. Nothing made him feel all of his 70 years quite as much as sleeping on anything that wasn’t a bed. Except maybe a bumpy carriage ride. Squinting, he could just make out the time on the clock. 2:05 am.

“Mama? Father?” Flickering candlelight illuminated the face of Benedict’s second son’s face.

“Is everything alright, Alexander?” Benedict asked.

“Oh, everything’s absolutely perfect, Father,” Alexander replied, a wide grin gracing the boy’s face. Although Alexander wasn’t much of a boy these days. After all, his son was 36. 

“Did everything go well with Emma?” Sophie’s sleepy voice asked, cutting through the darkness.

“Yes. Emma’s fine. It was a bit much, though, and she’s exhausted. But there’s been no bleeding like there was with Aunt Lucy after El and Frannie were born.”  

“And the baby?”

“They’re fine. Great. It was a bit early, but only by a week or so. But they’re fine. Absolutely perfect. Do you want to meet them?” 

“Of course!”

Sophie popped up, squeezed Benedict’s hand and pulled him to follow Alexander upstairs. Benedict moved on autopilot, with everything moving in slow motion as Alexander’s words sunk in.

“Wait, wait. They? Alexander?” he asked, once they stopped moving. 

“Yeah. They, Father. Emma had twins,” Alexander replied, his voice sounding happily dazed.

“Twins?” Sophie echoed and Alexander nodded.

“Now, wait here. I’ll bring them out.” 

Alexander disappeared for a moment and Benedict caught Sophie’s eye, mouthing the word “twins.” A sigh of relief escaped him though. He knew that Alexander and Emma had spent nearly ten years trying for a baby and now, they had two. They could rest easy and perhaps, the dowager Duchess of Ashbourne (now nearing 90!) could relax. There were many moments where Benedict would swear that Lady Ashbourne was much more intimidating than Lady Danbury ever was.

“Father, Mama, I’d like you to meet Vincent Charles Bridgerton,” Alexander said, emerging from the darkened room with a baby in his arms. He passed baby Vincent to Benedict, who held the boy (his grandson!) close.

“Hello, Vincent. I’m your grandpapa,” Benedict whispered.

“Oh, he’s gorgeous, Alexander. He has your nose,” Sophie said, tracing a finger down Vincent’s little cheek.

“And your ears,” Benedict added, muffling a laugh as he thought about his late father’s joke that he had his late mother’s ears.

“And you said his middle name was Charles?” Sophie asked.

“Yes. We couldn’t agree on a middle name and well, we both have a brother named Charles. Emma had a close relationship with her brother, Charles, and I’ve always liked Charlie,” Alexander answered.

“Oh, Alexander, that’s so sweet.” Sophie squeezed her son’s hand tightly. Alexander blushed and ducked his head bashfully.

“Well, I’ll go get his brother. You can keep holding Vincent, though, Father.”

Benedict looked down and stared at the baby in his arms again. The last baby he had held, the previous week, had been William’s youngest and only son, Oscar. Like Oscar, Vincent looked like a Bridgerton. Benedict would swear up and down that the light hair on the baby’s head was the Bridgerton chestnut.

“Mama, Father. I’d like you to meet Vincent’s twin brother, Beckett Nicholas Bridgerton,” Alexander called, emerging from the room again.

This time, he placed the baby into Sophie’s arms, who was staring, bewildered, at Alexander. 

“Beckett?” she whispered.

“Yeah. Emma and I weren’t expecting twins and well, we only had the one boy’s name picked out. And after seeing him, I suggested Beckett. After you. With Nicholas being for Papa and myself.”

If he hadn’t been holding his newborn grandson, Benedict would have crossed the room and wrapped Sophie up in his arms because she had started to cry. She’d done the same thing when they had learned that Charles and his wife, Nell, had named their eldest daughter, Sophia, eight years earlier. And when she discovered that Gregory and Lucy’s second daughter was named Hermione Sophia, twenty-six years earlier. 

[tj-crochets]

i’m here for the grandma. prepare to hand her over. i love her and i haven’t even met her

[this is relating to the pride post]

lol welcome, new cousin! I won't hand her over but I will share her, she's a pretty great grandma Some more grandma stories: - she calls getting minor but ridiculous injuries "pulling a TJ" (I was ridiculously clumsy as a kid and am still fairly accident-prone) so she'll call me up and say "Do you want to hear about the TJ I just pulled?". Her latest one was trying to dump the kitchen trash into the outdoor trash can without having to take the bag out of the kitchen trash can by hoisting the kitchen trash can up onto her porch railing and "letting gravity help". She fell halfway into the outdoor trash can (she's okay! she was laughing when she called me) - she feeds stray cats (and occasionally accidentally stray raccoons) and works with the local animal shelters to try to get the kittens acclimated to people and adopted, and she mostly names them after characters from old westerns but also treats some of them like a soap opera? She tells me about all the drama going on in the local stray cat population at least once a week - Her best friend since like the 70s was a butch lesbian named Lottie. Lottie was best friends with both my grandparents, and they moved cross country multiple times to be neighbors. Lottie passed away before I was born but my grandma still considers her the best friend she ever had - My grandma was part of a "hair color of the month" club and I genuinely do not know what her natural hair color was before it turned white

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"It's exhausting," Doreen confessed with a little frown, as she took a sip of punch and brushed an loose, dark lock of hair out of her face. "I hate to say it, but...after a while, they all just sort of...blur together, I admit."

Most of these suitors were perfectly nice, perfectly pleasant fellows, but even if she wasn't already in a committed (albeit secret) relationship with Edward, she couldn't see herself falling for any of them. She could perhaps see them being friends, casually dancing and having drinks and the like, but being romantically involved? No, she just couldn't see it. She felt nothing towards these men other than a polite indifference that would never evolve beyond anything platonic.

And then there were the smarmy ones, the overly cocky, overly smug ones that left her struggling not to roll her eyes as they rattled off their accomplishments, as if any one of them would make her swoon, so taken by their arrogance that she'd fall into their arms...ridiculous. She feigned politeness, of course, but it could be a challenge, especially when they all kept on coming-sometimes she wondered where her parents found all these nits, honestly.

"So needless to say, it's very nice to...get away from it all, at least for a little while," she sighed, as she leaned against Edward's shoulder with a small smile. "It'd be nice to get away a little longer, though...perhaps a vacation is in order, one of these days. A very, very long vacation..."

Perhaps a permanent one... she found herself thinking, as Edward took her hand to press a loving kiss to her knuckle, making her smile coyly, replaying their conversation from earlier, just before she was taken aside by the de Clair's. I hear California is quite lovely year-round...

[teamdilf]

Adrien, Tullia and Aurelia travel to Germany, where Adrien finds comfort and company with Lora in the latest chapter of The In-Laws and the Grandparents.

They approach the Shepard-Vakarian home; a brick house a few hundred metres from rows of grapevines. On the porch are both Lora and Garrus and Lora rushes over as soon as the shuttle lands, offering an arm to help him out of the shuttle. Had he not been travelling for the last day and a half, he could have managed on his own. But, exhausted from the journey, he’s moving slowly, his back aching and his legs unsteady. Lora wraps an arm around his back. “Lean on me,” she says, her voice thick with emotion he rarely hears from her and, startled, he looks at her face and notices her cheeks and eyes are both red. “I’d be crying if I had to spend time with me too,” he jokes and Lora giggles, gets up on the tips of her toes and kisses his cheek. “We’ve been worried about you and the rest of the family.”

[rai-knightshade-art]

Drawtober (Taylor's Version) Catch-Up Post: Day 14 (Sad Girl Gil Autumn)

@taylortober

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[briarpatch-kids]

Family is grieving due to a somewhat expected death, so I'm doing what I do when people I love are sad and baking bread. I got two loaves made and a double batch of cinnamon rolls going for the morning.

[uptownhags]

This was the first Christmas I can remember that no one in my small family fought (emotionally or physically) or experienced anything tragic. I’m gonna say like, 15 years since this last happened?? We have all been thru a hell of a lot and it was so nice to see everyone at peace for even just 2 days!!!

[dawntainbobbynash]

ABC give us Bobby’s family in s7 I am no longer asking

[hartxstarr-art]

found this while clearing out my files—traced over this manga panel of vincent and r!ciel and made it selene and lami!! from september 28th 2021.

[chieftyphoonchaos]

Finally it's here,Count Mr White, finally announces the big news everyone has been looking forward to for months!!!❤️❤️

Dear friends and pano normal fellow citizens,

I together with my wife the countess as proud count couple,but also and above all as very proud grandparents can finally announce you with great joy…….

That our much beloved granddaughter, "Count Princess Mathilde Swann/Bond" as her official birth name is, but known to many of you by her second name "Count Princess Rose The Hat" will be married to her one and only love, Count/Prince Lyutsifer Safin.

I am also proud to announce the wedding date and the 2 places where the marriage will be celebrated:

The official real wedding will take place among the family members and our royal couple in "The Toxic Garden" of The Family Safins, which as you know, after the missile attack of 2021, has been restored thanks to our friends from "The Q-Continuum" and moved to its current secret location, followed by the general public civil wedding in the large garden of their current residence: The Overlook Hotel.

This very happy and beautiful day will take place on Saturday, June 22, 2025.because of the many preparations that are still needed and the many visits that the future couple will make to you, just like the engagement festivities that will take place that day before.

Finally, I address my wife, Baroness Mrs White, who is also very pleased.

Dear paranormal fellow citizens,

At the future wedding of my beloved granddaughter, I will raise a glass with you and whoever is around us can help empty our extensive wine cellar all day long.

Schol!!!!

The poisonous garden, where the future couple met for the first time and where their official wedding will take place

And Hotel Overlook, where the public civil wedding will take place

Congratulations to the future couple are always welcome here...❤️❤️🎩🎭

@daughterofthesilmaril @esconognosia @thefluffiestseahorse @chevy2497 @ramicastiel @ellen-the-radiant @ellen-the-wise @moon-stars-soul @sakurasoulgeneral @ghoulsister1 @squidwujun @satanhauntedourfears @bearbruno14 @grumpyoutlaw @silverlambcaptain @neverendingstories00 @honestmysteries @one-boring-person @poptod @koshi-sama @padawansubscription @sapphicsandsupernatural @yagurlny @chieftyphoonchaos @villainworshiper @alessiathepirate @colourful-serendipity .

And all others who carry both Safin and Mathilde in their hearts