#christmas dinner

[eerieeccentrix]

[epicqtefail]

would you kiss him? 🥺

merry lick crimemass <3

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 2-Framed

Bruce heard the door bell ring and looked at his watch.

'Right on time.'

He opened the door to see Commissioner James and Barbara Gordon. He had invited them over for Christmas Dinner. Out of the corner of his eye, Bruce spotted his granddaughter running towards them.

"We were framed!" Amaya shouted, "We were framed!"

Barbara began to laugh, "Did Jason teach you that?"

"No." Amaya answered, looking confused.

"I'll take a look in a moment." Bruce answered, guiding her away from the door.

She quickly ran away.

James Gordon chuckled, "Already teaching her to run away from the law, I see."

Bruce chuckled in response, "New family portrait was hung up today."

"Ah." James answered as he entered the manor.

Amaya ran through the kitchen.

"I was framed!" she shouted.

Jason picked her up, "That's right! Anyone who thinks otherwise, you tell me."

"The portrait." Bruce spoke.

Jason took note of the Gordon's in the doorway.

"That's what I meant." he replied.

Bruce just sighed.

Jason smiled, "Let's go see that frame, Kiddo."

Amaya ran past her grandfather and his guests. She quickly spotted another one of her uncles.

"I was framed!" she cried out to Dick.

"Jason!" he yelled out.

"The portrait, you Idiot!" Jason replied.

Amaya smiled, "Idiot!"

Dick smiled, "Good luck."

"Let's go see that frame." Jason stated, hoping to change the subject.

"I was framed!" Amaya cried out, again.

Jason made his way with Amaya towards the main parlor. The portrait was suppose to go over the fireplace mantle. Before they could enter the doorway, Marinette and Damian came down the stairs.

"Maman. Baba." Amaya shouted, "We were framed!"

"Oh!" Marinette spoke, "Is it up already?"

Amaya nodded, happily.

"Let's go see it, then." Damian commented.

Jason quickly took the opportunity to run out the front door. Damian looked on as his older brother ran.

'Why did he run? We're suppose to look at it as a family.'

"Yay!" his daughter shouted, " Let's go, Idiot!"

Damian turned to the door, but Marinette grabbed his arm.

"Later, Habibi." she smiled.

Damian smirked in return and picked up their daughter. When the three of them walked in, they found everyone else already there.

"Where's Jason?" Bruce questioned.

"Hiding." Damian stated.

"Why?" Barbara asked.

"Let's just say he taught Amaya a new word and decided to run before we found out, seconds later." Marinette answered.

Bruce sighed and began to reveal the painting, knowing Jason was still lurking around. He probably was outside looking in with a sniper scope he had in his leather jacket. He was just glad that Damian wasn't chasing after him, at the moment.

"I was framed!" Amaya shouted as the portrait revealed Bruce with his sons, Marinette and Amaya.

"Yes, you were." Damian spoke.

Marinette simply smiled at the painting of her family. 

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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddiemas Day 21 -  Home and/or Dinner

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,333 | rated: G

“For real this time.”

Steve’s words pull his eyes off that stupid sprig of greenery and back down to his face, but his brain is still sprinting laps in his head, “For real? Who put—? When did—?”

“Eddie.”

He takes a couple seconds to slow his brain down into a jog. “Yeah?”

“I’m being serious. I want to kiss you. Please.”

“....If this is a pity thing–” Eddie’s stomach twists at the thought.

“It’s not a pity thing.” Steve assures in a soft voice, trailing his hand down the wrist he’d taken hold of to link his fingers with Eddie’s. “I want to kiss you because you’re you and because I’ve wanted to for a while now.”

Okay…he seems genuine enough.

“And also it’s a little bit of a pity thing.” Steve grins good-naturedly.

“Ugh!” Eddie groans, dropping his face into his free hand.

“I just want to be 100% honest.” Steve laughs, “And if I’m being 100% honest, I put this one here, not Robin. And I followed you out here to make sure you were okay and also maybe to get another chance to kiss you.”

Eddie lifts his head and his eyes narrow, studying Steve’s face. His expression seems sincere; serious with an undercurrent of humor to it. His lips twitch too, like his mouth is having a hard time not smiling at him.

“Then you just had to get all sad and mopey on me.” Steve teases.

It breaks through Eddie’s wariness the rest of the way, surprisingly, and he bursts out in cackles.

“What?” Steve asks, laughing slightly with the word, but his smile is wary around the edges.

“Nothing, nothing, I just,” Eddie chuckles again, “Nothing. Yeah, sure, lay one on me, big boy.”

Steve squints at him skeptically.

“What?”

“I’m not gonna if you still think this is some big joke.”

“Well forgive me if the man of my dreams asking to kiss me is a bit of a hard concept to grasp.” 

The younger man is silent for a moment, though now his eyes are wide.

“What? Why do you keep staring at me?”

“I’m the man of your dreams?”

Oh fuck.

“Uh.. No. I lied, I was only fucking with you, I—”

Steve steps closer and raises a hand to Eddie’s face, brushing the backs of his knuckles along his cheek.

He studies him closely, eyes locked onto his own.

His hand slips off his face to place his palm at the side of Eddie’s neck, his fingers lacing into the hairs at the back of his neck.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Okay.” Eddie gulps.

When their lips connect, everything else falls away.

Steve’s lips are soft on his, and the tip of his nose is freezing cold where it’s pressed into Eddie’s cheek, making him gasp.

Steve takes the opportunity to slide his tongue between Eddie’s lips, only the tiniest touch of their tongues feels electric.

“Steve,” Eddie sighs.

“Mmm..?” it’s more of a soft moan than an acknowledgment, and the sound shoots all the way down Eddie’s spine and into his gut.

“Mhm,” Eddie says in response, locking their mouths together, then after another moment he hums again. “Hm, wait, your nose is freezing!” he pulls away with a smile, looking across the almost non-existent gap between their faces at Steve’s expression.

His eyes are blown wide, his cheeks and nose are red along with his lips, from the cold and from Eddie’s obviously insane levels of kissing prowess.

“You think I care about that right now?” Steve asks, diving back in for more.

Who’s Eddie to tell him what to care about?

“Ah ha!” Robin’s sudden yell, even through the glass, startles them apart. The long blinds on either side of her ripple away from where she’s got two of them parted at the door.

“Jesus H. Christ, Robin!”

“What the hell?!”

She slides the door open and points accusingly at Steve, “You told him straight to his face “Now we’re even.” the last time mistletoe happened, and he still let you kiss him for real??”

“Wait, wha–”

“Oh yeah... Damn it Steve, why’d you let me kiss you like that? I’m still mad at you for Melvald’s.” Eddie says, teasingly pushing Steve further away from him.

“Kiss me?! I kissed you!”

He waves this off, “Semantics.” 

Steve just rolls his eyes in response. “Come on; you’re right, I’m freezing my ass off out here.” He squeezes between the two of them and through the open door.

Eddie turns his gaze to Robin instead, who’s grinning widely at him already. “Congratulations, Doofus, you got Dingus to make a move.”

“Good thing too; I don’t think I would have made one myself.”

“We know.”

“We? Who’s we—”

“You comin’ Eds?” Steve calls, already in the dining room.

“Yeah, yep, absolutely.” he scoots past a still very smug Robin and follows the sound of Steve’s voice.

Oh no. He can sense a pattern forming.

“Steve?” Most of the rest of the guests are piled in the far half of the room, the living room half. Lucas is in the dining half, and gives him a knowing smile while he slides a huge bowl of mashed potatoes into the center of the huge dining table.

“In here, Eds.” Steve calls from the kitchen.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Sinclair,” Eddie points threateningly, half-heartedly, at the teen.

He hears Lucas’ response as he ducks out of the room into the hall “I didn’t say anything, Eds.”

Wayne and Hopper are on one end of the island when he enters, though he doesn’t notice until after he’s placed himself at Steve’s side.

“D’ya need help Stevie?” he asks Steve’s back(side) while he pulls the now-baked pie from the oven.

“Nope, I’m good Ed.” he turns, and places the dish onto the island carefully. Eddie closes the oven for him anyway.

“It looks great, sweetheart,” He says, leaning close to Steve’s side, “I was worried it’d be too many blueberries.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by Hopper’s low voice.

“You boys better be careful, now.”

Eddie jumps back immediately, his eyes darting to Wayne.

Wayne is shaking his head fondly. “Took the words righ’ outta my mouth, Chief.” he says, going back to what he was doing (which was carving the turkey apparently; how’d he not notice that?).

He glances back at Steve (oh yeah, that’s why), who’s own panicked look is sliding off his face.

“Yes sir, Mr. Chief Hopper, sir.” he says, his eyes returning to Hopper’s amused expression.

“Where’s the formality coming from?” Steve leans in to say in a not-so-hushed whisper. 

Eddie not-whispers back in the same tone. “I dunno, the guy’s basically your dad isn’t he?” 

Wayne and Hopper laugh, and soon, there’s a herd of teens flooding into the kitchen to steal fingerfuls of the bird.

“Get yer damn hands outta my turkey, you little—”

“But we’re hungry Uncle Wayne, come on.”

“I said no, Mike, now go help set the table or something. Shit’s already done so it’s almost time, yea?”

Even with how large of a table it is, more chairs and another table had to be added to accommodate everyone. A couple folding tables and chairs, and the smaller ‘event’ table from the Harringtons’ fancy finished basement were hauled out, and the giant double-wide table is covered with tablecloths, with plates, and with piles and piles of food.

The chairs fill in in no time, and Eddie finds himself smushed between Jeff and Steve on one side of the table, Robin’s on Steve’s other side, of course, and Dustin and Claudia are across from him next to Wayne. 

He’s surrounded by his friends and family, the food is great, Wayne’s definitely being flirted with by Ms. Henderson, and Eddie’s hand is resting on Steve’s leg under the table, or across the back of his chair, or their legs are pressed together…

It’s the best Christmas dinner he’s had in years.

THEY KISSED FOR REAL!! I'M KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING RN!!!

other parts! Pt. 1 (Day 1) | Pt. 2 (Day 2) | Pt. 3 (Day 5) | Pt. 4 (Day 6) | Pt. 5 (Day 7) | Pt. 6 (Day 11) | Pt. 7 (Day 13) | Pt. 8 (Day 18) | Pt. 9 (Day 21) [YOU ARE HERE] | Pt. 10 (Day 25) also on AO3! this year

[magicaloxford]

A sparkling evening at an Oxford college 🌟! Happy Holidays *･ﾟ✧!

[graveyardfullofstars]

[kindahornydude]

Me, my uncle, and his two sons were leaning back in our seats after the Christmas dinner. We really glutted ourselves tonight since no one else had shown up to the meal this year. So much food on the table made us so hungry, we didn’t realize it was all gone until we each had undone our pants.

*uuuurrpp* “Damn that was a great meal! Haha I might need to buy some new pants tomorrow for us all huh?” Uncle Stan said to us, rubbing his enlarged belly. My cousins both moaned and belched next to me, tugging on their waistbands in attempt to go easy on their new growth.

“Fuck dude…I feel like I’m gonna bust outta this pair…” one cousin said.

“Same bro, I can’t move…*urp* or breath…fuck!” The other guy said. We all slept very well…and very heavy.

[winter-christmas-aesthetics]

By @beingsummershores on TikTok

Below is the video caption on TikTok, outlining ingredients and instructions:

"Cheesy Herb Focaccia Pull-Apart Rolls 🍞🧀🍁 This is day four of everything but the turkey, and these elevated dinner tolls are the perfect thanksgiving side!

What you'll need -

1 1/2 cup warm water

1 1/2 tsp yeast

1 tbsp honey

2 tbsp olive oil

2 tsp salt

500g (about 4 1/4 cups) bread flour

1/2 cup browned butter

2 garlic cloves, minced

2 tbsp rosemary

2 cups mozzarella cheese, shredded

Directions -

1. Mix warm water, yeast, and honey; let bloom for 5-10 minutes.

2. Add olive oil, salt, and bread flour recipe of blooming water until wet and sticky. If dough is dry, add 1/4 cup more water. Mix and scrape down the bowl. Let rest for 10 minutes.

3. Perform 2-3 stretch-and-folds, spaced 30 minutes apart, then let dough rise for 2 hours.

4. Brown 4 tbsp butter with garlic and rosemary, strain, and mix with 1 cup mozzarella and 1 tbsp rosemary.

5. Divide dough into 12 pieces. Flatten each piece, add 1 tbsp filling, and fold to seal. Roll into balls.

6. Arrange rolls in a greased dish, cover, and let rise for 30-45 minutes.

7. Preheat your oven to 425°F. Brush the rolls with 4 tbsp melted butter and sprinkle with sea salt, 1 tbsp rosemary, and garlic. Dimple using your fingerprints.

8. Bake for 20-25 minutes, sprinkling with cheese halfway through, until golden and puffy."

[christmas-baubles]

[fallingforchristmasworld]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was having Christmas dinner with GNF and I had to get my “bi clothes” on. It was also like, the middle of the night.

[yours-trudy]

Why make multiple courses when you can have just one?

[lupoteodoro]

imagine Dick handed Nix the Christmas dinner menu with a picture of him inside

[itsawritblr]

Have a Merry Addams Christmas!

[itsbansheebitch]

What to Bring up at this Holiday Dinner

If life begins at conception, then all men are transgender. Happy coming out, ya'll!

[lichtberg]

Our Hopes In Aspik

Unsere Hoffnungen in Aspik

acrylics on stretched bedsheet, 60 x 50cm, 2023

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