#and FAMILY

[joshua-beeking]

Lemme tell you the story of this gun my wife showed me.

At first, I immediatly assumed it belonged to her grandfather who was a lieutenant in the french military. Not a fan of guns and didn't think much of it.

" No it belonged to my great-grandmother!"

She then told me the entire story of badass great grandmother Jeanne, that I need to share here.

Its important to note the time period it takes place in: Right smack in the middle of WWII.

Jeanne was of Jewish heritage but she immediatly realized things were starting to get ugly concerning Jews and took the decision to baptize herself and her children at the last minute so she had paperworks to show Nazi officials to lie about her jewish upbringing. This move saved her life and that of her children.

Some times later, another nazi official was investigating the weird deaths of his collegues in the area, and was suspecting resistance hideouts down the river because thats where they found the bodies So he knocked door to door, and asked if anyone noticed anything, under threats obviously.

Jeanne opened the door and told the Nazi official she didn't notice anything, playing the role of the frightened by everything going on, harmless young lady, living alone after her husband died. The guy immediatly dropped his guard , and Jeanne invited him inside for tea since it was already late and cold out.

The -moment- he stepped inside and his back was to her as he removed his coat. She took out this exact gun out of her dress and shot him point blank in the head.

-She- was the resistance member killing Nazis knocking on her door, dumping their body in the river, so the bodies would travel south to a region well know for resistance soldiers, and making the nazis think it was them killing officials patrolling the area. They -never- suspected her. Being a woman, living alone and "with a fragile constitution".

Absolute badass great grandmother Jeanne was shooting nazis daring to knock on her door with this very gun, avenging a large portion of her family, who didn't make the decision she did and were lost to the war.

Huge respect, Great Grandmother in Law. Huge respect.

[sayonaramidnight]

And 'Herlfryd' is for the peace she strives for.

Day 1 - Name

[nicedeviledhamrightthere]

what can i do?

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I know how far I go from Moana definitely fits someone from the Batfam, yet I cannot figure out who it is

Do you know? I’m trying to edit my playlist to stop having so many repeating dongs

OOHH Oh my god I had never thought of that one- In my opinion?

This is absolutely Dick longing for the freedom breaking free from Batman- he was the first

No matter how many times he tries to stick to what he believes, he's forever driven by that longing of finding on his own mission outside of what he's been taught his whole life.

It could absolutely fit several other members- But I think because it holds such a cathartic/longing version of freedom it fits Dick the best.

[reallifetangent]

HAPPY BDAY NIRAN

Satya made sure his siblings could give our Bua a Happy Birthday without him at risk of getting caught

I hope Google didn't lie to me with the Thai part

Ofc i had to make something for him

[kaythefloppa]

Playing one of the old Jake and the Never Land Pirates games on Flashpoint made me realize that the game, Journey Beyond the Never Seas, makes a better finale to the show than the actual final episode.

[starzzach]

inspiration for this comes in short and small bursts. shout out 2 the sainz sister(s).

part 1 here and part 2 here!

Charles wants to make an announcement. Carlos isn't sure he's ready.

—

"God, be careful," Carlos hisses.

His hands have already made a home on Charles' waist, and Charles supposes he would be foolish to expect this to change any time in the next five months, or even beyond.

It's not even like Charles has done anything or tried to do anything that might warrant the need to be exceedingly careful. The baby has just started to show on his belly and Carlos has been so, so insufferable Charles has been wandering around half wondering if it's too late to run away and raise the little one on his own.

Of course, the 'heartwrenching' calls from Carlos could hardly keep him away for long, anyway. These 'heartwrenching' requests is how Charles wound up in Carlos' family home for the very first time, pregnant and nauseous and just about ready to die.

"I'm fine," he snaps, wriggling away. He's been able to hide the very slight bump under a multitude of thick, oversized sweaters – some his own, some Carlos'. It's the least he is owed, especially considering the behaviour he has to endure.

It's funny, really, it is. Carlos' mother – Reyes, she insists he call her, but he knows by now it's probably a lie – is out in the garden arguing with Carlos' father – he decidedly does not ask Charles to call him anything but Sainz Señor – about Halloween decorations, which left Charles and Carlos to their own devices in the kitchen.

They've been disagreeing for days over the announcement of the baby. Charles thinks, since Carlos had made him come out here anyway, they should just tell them, but Carlos thinks it's too soon, which is basically code for 'I don't know what they're going to say'.

Charles might run out into the garden and scream it out right now, really. Ana pokes her head into the kitchen, mischief in her eyes. She cooes at them, slipping in to steal Carlos' mug of coffee. "Look at you two, playing house."

"Good morning," Charles says softly while Carlos merely grunts in acknowledgement.

"So, what trouble did Carletes get you into?" she asks, popping up onto the counter across from him. "How did he get you to come all this way?"

"I didn't get him into any trouble," Carlos protests, though the little baby in Charles' stomach might disagree. "He's here because I asked him to be."

Ana passes the cup over to Charles, half full still. Charles makes to finish it, but before he can, Carlos snatches it out of his hand, nearly spilling all of its contents in the process. "Carlos!"

"Don't drink that," he insists, instead downing it all in one big swallow. Charles pouts, not really mad at all, but it's always fun to make Carlos feel guilty.

Ana gapes. "You're going to let him get away with that?"

"He shouldn't be drinking coffee," Carlos dismisses absentmindedly, and Charles belatedly realises he and Carlos are the only ones who know why Charles shouldn't drink coffee. Oh, no–

Ana's eyes narrow in suspicion. "And why do you decide that?"

That's... not at all how Charles thought this might go. Next to him, it seems like Carlos has forgotten how to speak, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Charles' eyes dart between the two and he clocks in the moment the realisation dawns on Ana, her mouth slowly contorting to a grin.

Charles watches wide-eyed as it turns into a full verbal sibling brawl. "Is it because he would get sick?" she asks, completely turned to Carlos.

Carlos blinks in that adorable way of his, thoughts slow to form. "I, what–"

"And he would get sick because," she presses. Ana takes a deep breath in, then yells at the top of her lungs: "¡MAMÁ, CARLETES Y SU NOVIO TIENEN ALGO QUE DECIR!" ["MOM, CARLETES AND HIS BOYFRIEND HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!"]

"¡NO NOSOTRAS NO!" ["NO WE DON'T!"] Carlos shouts, at the same time his mother yells back, "¿SU QUÉ?" ["HIS WHAT?"]

Charles bites down on his tongue hard because he knows it's the only way he'll be able to stop himself from bursting into spontaneous laughter (or tears). Before long, Reyes appears in the doorway, hands on her hips and Sainz Señor right behind her. Blanca rises from her home on the couch, peering at them from the living room.

She levels her son with a stare. "¿Tienes algo que decirnos, Carletes?" ["Do you have something to tell us, Carletes?"]

Charles isn't really sure when he'd even slipped off the counter, let alone when he'd started rubbing comforting circles into the small of Carlos' back. His teammate-boyfriend-fatherofhisimpendingchild swallows harshly. "Sí, mamá. Charles and I..." His arm wraps back around Charles' waist, grip light, hesitant – unsure. "We..."

"Just say it," he whispers, wanting to get it over with already.

"When we do this at your house next week we'll see how you say it," Carlos whispers back, and Charles doesn't tell him that his family already knows.

"You are so slow," Ana complains from behind them. "Mamá, papá, Carletes va a tener un bebé. That's the big reveal." ["Mom, Dad, Carletes is having a baby."]

"Well I'm the one having the baby," Charles mutters to no one. He blinks and suddenly he's being choked smothered into a hug. He awkwardly brings his free arm up to pat Reyes on the back, instinctively aware of how close she – a stranger by all means – is to his stomach, his child.

Carlos must notice the change in his scent, because he's pulling them both out of the embrace and then pulling Charles back into his side, scenting him slightly. Sainz Señor comes around to give them a gruff congratulations, giving Carlos a half hug while Blanca whoops and hollers and cheers from the living room.

"A baby," Reyes says emotionally, looking on the verge of tears. "This is just the best news." Sainz Señor doesn't look like he agrees, but Charles chooses to ignore that.

He tries to inch away quietly, thinking that the questions would be best left up to Carlos, but Reyes stops him on his way out. "Welcome to the family, mijo."

God. Charles might melt into a pile of goo. His legs certainly seem to agree, because:

"Be careful," Carlos hisses again, already lifting him upright.

[moony-t0ast]

It was my birthday yesterday and I had the best day ever 🥹 I didn’t even cry this year…

[tomoyoo]

doumekis from the fanfic 'attendant'

[sayonaramidnight]

The usual stuff.

[formerprincewille]

I love Simon so much and understand every decision he’s made & don’t judge him. Wille is still my fave and my baby cuz I relate to him too hard. When Simon gets hate I get mad and defend him, but when Wille gets hate I’m ready to meet people in the pit to fight to the death. Like it makes me feral. I feel like the vast majority of viewers and fandom members are understanding and supportive of both of them even though I have seen people overly critical of both of them as well. What frustrated me about some of the criticism for Wille in s3 is that people are very sympathetic to what Simon is going through- losing love for his interests, kind of disappearing, being sad- and almost blaming Wille for it. Instead of remembering and understanding that THIS IS WHAT WILLE HAS DEALT WITH HIS ENTIRE LIFE. He has not lost interests because he hasn’t even had the opportunity to discover what he’s really interested in. He lost himself a long time ago, when he was still a child and it’s only continued. Meeting Simon was where he began to really FIND himself. He never wanted the life that he was given, and particularly did not want to be forced into the role of Crown Prince. But he’s also had no opportunity to just figure himself out and find out all the things that he might love and the things that he might want to do. It’s just so SAD. I would never judge Simon from making the decisions that he felt were right for him, I completely understand it and do not blame him at all. I just get really touchy about when I see people claiming that Wille was “dragging Simon down”. Simon had to deal with this for a few months and look how it negatively affected him. Wille has had to deal with it his whole life, and it only got worse when he became crown prince. Simon had a choice and Wille didn’t feel that he did. But he was wrong. Sometimes it just takes someone else from the outside to help you gain perspective and realize that you truly do have a choice.

[duskcowboy]

“But whenever the knife beneath my pillow seemed to whisper her name, I’d remind myself of my friends. The family that was alive—healing in the North. I repeated their names silently, over and over into the darkness. Rhysand. Mor. Cassian. Amren. Azriel. Elain. Nesta. “

He surveyed them all again—and held out his hand to Cassian. Cassian took it, and held out his other for Mor. Then Mor extended her other to Azriel. Azriel to Amren. Amren to Nesta. Nesta to Elain. And Elain to me. Until we were all linked, all bound together.

And people still want to question who’s a part of the IC? The people that both Feyre and Rhys consider their family and loved ones? Couldn’t be me 🫶🏼

[yeoldesadness]

in honor of the new farm - allow me to introduce you to the new fam!

also go ahead and guess which parent belongs to Grandpa lol

[ormymarius]

thinking about how Orm probably would’ve gone into the burning house with Mera if she went in there ough 🥺