#dinner event

[newbloggycat]

Happiness is…

a rare encounter with our king of comedy! 😅 http://www.newbloggycat.com

[bedrock-to-buildheight]

He really thought he’s good with secrets, huh

[mlentertainment]

happy watermelon dayyyyyyyyyyy 💚🩷🍉🎟🧸

[frootertooter]

What I saw in my head during this scene (timestamp 9:10)

[mango-fizz]

fancy gals in fancy dresses :o

the refs 🤗

[guardian-angle22]

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 12] -> favorite location(s)-> The Tarloft

[orangesand-lemons-234]

I'm not sure if trains have to eat, but if they do, I know right well that dinnertime at the Freight shed takes at least an hour every night.

First off, there's an argument every time over who has to set the table, which usually ends with Porter passive-aggressively slamming the cutlery against the table to let everybody in the shed know that he's the one who stepped up and did it.

Then dinner actually begins.

Rusty's always about fifteen minutes late to the meal cause he's out practising, and by the time he gets back, the others have eaten about half his food.

Slick uses like- half a bottle of ketchup and gets in trouble for using that much off Momma. Hydra starts gagging cause he can't stand the smell, and she jokingly shoves a piece of food covered in ketchup in his face and he almost gets sick.

Lumber and Porter start having a petty argument that ends in food being thrown, and Lumber spilling his drink everywhere.

Hydra starts yapping about hydrogen, and Lumber threatens to find a way to shove potatoes in his tank. That shuts him up for a while.

Slick starts at least one major argument a dinner by bringing up a topic none of them agree on that ends in everyone getting in a food fight, including Rusty and Momma. The reason for the argument is forgotten after about ten minutes.

Momma does make them all help clean up afterwards, or else they won't get any ice cream.

[xskyll]

I tried resizing this a million times to Tumblr’s recommended specifications, and it just refuses to post clear, so sorry it’s blurry. =‘)

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[demigod-shenanigans]

Leo constantly has random bruises and can never remember where he got them from. The answer, nearly 100% of the time, is “he got excited about a project, needed to pace as he sorted through his thoughts and walked into a table/desk/cabinet he was passing.”

Jason eventually realizes this and from then on out whenever Leo starts pacing as he’s planning/explaining things, Jason gets up with him and gently corrects his path away from the furniture

[steddieas-shegoes]

adding to the chaos

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'family dinner'

can be considered a direct continuation of the last part in this series. all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated t | 872 words | no cw | tags: fluff, family fluff, surrogacy mention

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Wayne looks down at his plate and frowns. He looks over at Eddie and sees him doing the same thing.

Rory is nibbling on a bread roll, which seems like the only thing on the plate that’s edible.

Steve is watching them all, smiling expectantly.

Wayne’s not about to break the poor boy’s heart, but he’s not sure if he can force this food in his system. It doesn’t even smell like lasagne.

“Dig in, guys!” Steve exclaims.

Eddie and Wayne share a glance before they both put a miniscule amount of food on their forks and shove it into their mouths.

It’s actually not too bad at first. Wayne even thinks maybe he can fake it and finish most of his plate.

Then, it hits. There’s an overwhelming saltiness that makes him choke, and a taste of lemon that doesn’t belong anywhere near a baked pasta dish. He swallows it somehow, but he can feel his face contorting into disgust.

Eddie fares only slightly better, managing to school his features by the time Steve looks to him, but still setting his fork down and reaching for his drink, chugging most of it in one go.

Steve’s face falls. “It’s not good?”

Rory is watching them as she takes another bite of the roll, waiting to see if she’s gonna have to eat the monstrosity in front of her.

“It’s not that it’s not good, sweetheart,” Eddie starts, then sighs. “Okay, yeah. It’s pretty bad.”

Steve takes his own bite, chews once, and spits it out, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He takes a few sips of his drink and groans.

“I mixed up the sugar and salt,” he explains. “And I think I doubled the lemon juice. I must not have been paying attention.”

Eddie reaches over to squeeze his arm comfortingly.

But Wayne knows Steve takes a lot of pride in his cooking and any previous failures he’s had in the kitchen could be chalked up to a bad recipe from the start. This isn’t like him.

“What the hell’s got you so distracted?” Wayne asks.

Rory’s eyes widen as she looks between Steve and Wayne. Eddie’s knee is visibly bouncing under the table.

“What do you mean?” Steve tries to seem offended, but Wayne knows he isn’t.

He’s distracted by something big and Eddie’s in on it.

“You know what I mean, son,” Wayne says, folding his napkin and placing it on the table. “Ain’t like you to be so distracted making an easy meal.”

Steve gulps.

Eddie clears his throat.

Rory sets the bread roll down.

“Chrissy’s pregnant,” Steve blurts out.

Wayne tosses the words around in his head, can’t connect them into anything meaningful.

“Ain’t she a lesbian?” Wayne finally asks.

Eddie barely contains a laugh and Rory’s wide eyes go impossibly wider.

“Um. Yes. She is,” Steve agrees with an awkward laugh. “But she agreed to be our surrogate and the first try was successful. She’s 12 weeks along now and her and the baby are very healthy, so we wanted you to be the first to know.”

Wayne almost feels more shock over this news than the taste of the lasagne. But this is good shock, the best shock.

“You’re havin’ a baby?” Wayne asks, already feeling his eyes water and throat burn.

“Yeah. You get to be a grampa again,” Eddie nudges his boot with his own foot. He’s beaming at Wayne, proud look on his face.

“You didn’t even tell me you were tryin’,” Wayne’s voice shakes as he speaks and he gives in to the tears that were building. “How did you keep this a secret?”

He’s looking at Rory, who has been suspiciously and concerningly quiet for most of the evening.

Now Wayne thinks he understands why.

She’s never been very good at keeping secrets unless she stays silent entirely.

“They paid me $20 to stay quiet!” Rory bursts out.

“You bribed your kid?” Wayne asks them, feigning disappointment.

“It was that or she would’ve said it the moment you walked in the door!” Eddie argues, but he’s laughing. “She’s already had to keep it quiet for two weeks.”

Steve is nervously tapping his fingers against the table and Wayne recognizes it immediately, even with the distraction of Eddie and Rory excitedly talking about the new addition to the family.

“You happy?” Wayne asks him quietly enough that the other two don’t notice.

“Extremely,” Steve smiles, and it’s genuine. He still seems nervous, though.

“Somethin’ wrong?” Wayne pushes.

“Just don’t wanna fuck it up,” Steve admits.

“Language,” Rory says, but she doesn’t seem to mean it.

“Sorry. I did the same thing before you were born. Just got nervous.”

“And now look at her. You raised a great young lady,” Wayne smiles at Steve.

“Don’t call me young lady,” Rory whines. “Makes me sound like I should be in a flowery dress at church.”

Everyone at the table laughs and the tension seems to dissipate. Steve stands up and claps his hands.

“Pizza?” He asks.

Eddie and Rory cheer.

“You sure you wanna add another one to this?” Wayne asks, but he already knows the answer.

Nothing would make Steve happier than adding more chaos and love to his world.

[poison-into-positivity]

"i'm going to put on ofmd in the background while i do the dishes/cook/clean my apartment" FOOL!!!!! that is the DEVIL talking! you will inevitably be absolutely transfixed by it and be unable to do anything other than sit mesmerized in front of the screen, no matter how many times you've seen it. and you can't do anything about it

[cumberbatchcom]

The Miu Miu official page on Instagram just shared this photo of Benedict Cumberbatch attending Miu Miu Women’s Tales event in Venice last night.

[al-luviec]

I got so insanely mad while drawing this

+ closeup and normalness

[lestappen-folkwhore]

I’m a lestappie through and through, you CANNOT pry lestappen out of my cold, dead hands.

But.. why is this giving JUST MARRIED??

[cnladies]

HU LIANXIN 胡连馨 | Shang Cheng Shi Dinner Event

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