#family dinner but your alone

[a-reyy]

Being apart of multiple fandoms is so weird. You’re just chilling on Tumblr and you see a My little pony post followed by a One piece fanart. But what I think is the funniest is when these fandoms come together, a recent exemple of that is the DC x sonic collab, like why am I seeing a post about shadow dressed as Batman, sitting alone at a table saying it’s family dinner?!

[chipper-smol]

star abducted :3

[doubledyke]

thinkin about edd today

[heich0e]

bringing keigo to dinner to meet your family and he's warm and gregarious and chatty like a talk show host and he hates every single minute of it

[skywalker-swift]

I’m getting soooooo tired of spending time with my husband’s family, and then just kind of being ignored the rest of the day until I have to beg him to spend time with me because he knows I’m not that close with his family outside of his brothers and sister. His siblings I’m closest too aren’t here and it’s a huge bummer for me

[super-psycho-lov3]

it doesnt even matter it doesnt even matter it doesnt ever matter it doesnt even

[greppelheks]

honestly people in this country have not heard of the saying the more the merrier, and have not figured out what it means to be hospitable yet

[bunnyb34r]

So weeks ago I suggested we have steaks for Thanksgiving instead of turkey or chicken. Had a whole plan of a menu, was actually excited. EXPLICITLY asked mom to NOT invite DogCousin. She said no why would she? Besides DC is probably going to another cousins house.

So it's 3:30pm mom puts the potatoes on. Cool, I'm in my room watching TV waiting for those to boil. Took my meds at 3 they're kicking in. Starting to feel okay enough to get up and cook. Starting to feel excited. Thinking ab pictures to take of Bean, what goofy ones ill take as private ones to share with friends (this year was gonna be catnip weed themed last year was baby's first Vegas trip)

Mom comes in my room. This fake smile. She sits down and says she loves me. Okay what's wrong??

"DogCousin is coming over."

I fucking lost it. I start crying as a panic attack emerges. Any excitement, any appetite, any joy, leaves my body. I don't want dinner period. I tell her I'm not coming out, I'm not helping cook, just leave my steak in the fridge I'll eat tomorrow alone.

She starts crying. She did this to help me, she said. To make Thanksgiving less lonely. To break up the anxiety by having someone here.

When have I ever been excited when DC invites herself over? When have I ever expressed anything but pure DREAD?

I specifically asked her not to do this. She forgot.

Worst part is she never ASKS ME when DC invites herself over. It's always "sorry. I'm sorry. DC is coming over. Sorry"

Never once giving me the chance to say no. Never once asking me first.

Midway through the breakdown I ask why she was so determined to ruin my Thanksgiving? Why can't she see that DC has no sense of awareness of herself/others? Why doesn't she understand?

Finally she agrees to turn DC away, but gives her a steak and a raw baking potato. A normal person would deny this. Would say no you don't have to do this.

Nope.

Finally she leaves. Continue the breakdown. Continue the argument. We're here now.

Idk if we're even gonna bother with dinner today. My appetite is ruined. Any excitement, any special holiday meal feelings are gone. It's just a normal steak dinner now. I don't care.

[blur0se]

[carcinized]

still thinking about that person who tried to dunk on me earlier. i think i figured out why they assumed i was a twt refugee in the same post i addressed to my new twt refugee followers in the tags & im pretty sure its that they thought that my pfp. was a selfie. of me. and not hit youtuber danny gonzalez. & holy shit thats so funny to think about

[the-bluestreak-cat]

My extremely personal red flag is if you’ve never lived independently.

Do not open tags it’s just a personal vent and I hit the tag limit (30) and that’s never happened to me before ajskdlf

[nezuscribe]

gojo never imagined an arrange marriage with you, but now you’re all he can think about.

he thinks about you when he’s training, when he’s seated at his round table, when he’s in his bed, everywhere, every time, you’re all he can think about.

and you’re oblivious to it.

you heard the gossip everywhere you walked, about the girl gojo was pleading with his family to marry. how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how much more elegant she was compared to you. you knew you were never his first choice, not even his fifth, but it hurt even more when everybody acknowledged it.

you stopped wearing your wedding ring, started acting like you were just another person there. luckily gojo didn’t seem to be in any hurry about making heirs, so pretending like you two were working things out didn’t even matter anymore.

you find yourself alone most of the time. your maids were kind and patient, but they had so many things to do throughout the day that you felt awful pestering them to walk around the estate with you.

eating dinners with gojo became normal, but most of your other meals were in silence, always feeling like a speck of dust in the large dining hall.

one day when you’re walking around aimlessly you stumble across the training grounds, the open space below you filled with men swinging wooden swords back and forth at each other.

it wasn’t difficult to find your husband, his white hair hard to miss in a crowd of others. he didn’t notice you watching from above, and so you stayed hidden, not knowing if the men were picky with who watched them.

he was swift and agile. everything he did was precise and with meaning. no wonder he was named the best warrior of the north.

you found this to be more entertaining than walking around the gardens for the tenth time or watching the cooks assemble the next meal, so you didn’t even notice how gojo looked up to see you, somehow slipping away without you knowing.

you were in a state of watching but not really thinking, almost jumping out of your skin when you heard his voice behind you.

“didn’t know i had an audience,”

you yelp, flinching as you look behind you to see your husband all sweaty, panting slightly as he moves his hair away from his face. you eye the stairs that led him up here, wondering how you could’ve missed that.

you laugh sheepishly, giving him an apologetic smile as you pick are your nails.

“i’m sorry,” you scratch behind your ears, feeling heat rise to your cheeks under his intense gaze. it’s unfair how pretty somebody can look, especially after training for an hour straight, “i was just walking around and i saw this.”

he waved it off, shaking his head as he leaned his sword on the wall.

��not a problem,” his eyes shine, “i just would’ve tried harder if i knew my wife was watching.”

my wife.

the words fall so smoothly from his lips you wonder how many times he’s said it before. with malice, hatred, necessity?

you smile a little bit, eyes crinkling around the edges as you look away briefly, not noticing the way gojo chased after your cheerful face.

“how’d you get up here? where are your ladies?” he asks suddenly, looking around at the fact that it was just you up here.

“my what?” you say, looking up at him through furrowed brows.

“you know,” he waves his arm around as if that would help, “you’re ladies in waiting,”

you scrunch up your nose a little bit, something he noticed you did when you were confused.

“oh, well, my maids are working right now,” you tell him, noting that he still didn’t look any less confused.

“no, not your maids, your ladies,” he tilts his head to the side, “the girls your family sent them up to help you around.”

you stare at him, unblinking.

“the girls that are your friends, the ones that help accustom you…” gojo trials off when he realizes he’s not getting anywhere with you.

you feel even more embarrassed than when he caught you watching him, hating the way you were clueless at yet another thing in this life that no one explained to you.

“the girls you hang around with?” he finally lands on, hoping this jogs your memory.

you shake your head, eyes wide as you fidget with the fabric of your dress. his eyes fall onto your finger, lingering on the fact that you’re not wearing your ring.

“who do you spend your time with throughout the day?” gojo seems even more lost than you. he’s seen you with…? well surely that one time…?

“by,” you swallow, embarrassed, “by myself. i walk around a lot.” you admit sheepishly.

“your family didn’t send…?” he answers his own question with his silence.

this entire time you’ve been alone?

he opens his mouth to speak but somebody beats him to it.

“satoru! get down here! we’re still not done!” his friends shouts from below, and you look over your shoulder to see all the men staring at the two of you.

gojo stares at you, unblinking.

“i,” he swallows but can’t find any words.

you can’t either.

he leaves you there, running down those stairs as he shouts at the other guys to resume what they were doing. that entire day he was off his balance because he kept looking up to see you there, but you weren’t.

maybe you were just walking around, like you said.

[tintheelvenking]

Here's to the people who weren't abused by their parents, but whose parents sucked anyways. Here's to people whose parents fucked up raising you out of ignorance and not malice. Here's to the kids whose parents didn't know what to do with you so they did nothing at all. Here's to people whose parents are getting better and growing as people but still hurt you. Here's to every mean comment that wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't come from your mom; here's to awkward family dinners because you're all trying to forget;

here's to you, survivor of a thousand 'not as bad as it could have been' hurts. I see you. You aren't alone.

[bfpierce]

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[varpusvaras]

My favorite fic trope is the "JLA meets the batfam because they arrested Jason as he was undercover and now the family is coming to pick him up" one, but imagine. Jason gets arrested by the JLA while undercover, and is brought in for questioning, but before any of the batfam members even notice that he is gone, Green Arrow walks into the interrogation room.

"It's okay, Superman, you can let him go."

"Green Arrow, Red Hood is a wanted criminal on the JLA:s most wanted list-"

"What? No, no he isn't, that's just Jason."

Superman stares. Jason stares too.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, that's just Jason, my son-in-law. You can let him go."

"...your son-in-law is the Red Hood?"

"No? Jason's not the Red Hood, he is just dressed as the Red Hood. He's in a mercenary group with my son, he does that. It's pretty easy to dress up as someone who doesn't show their face for a job. Jason's no Red Hood, let me tell you that. Or I guess I don't have to tell you that, since you've already arrested him."

Jason's not really sure if he wants to murder Oliver or not.

Superman stares. Oliver raises a brow.

"So? Can I have him back, please, we have a family dinner today and we're already a bit late."

"...sure."

Jason gets let out. Oliver throws an arm around his shoulders as they walk towards the zeta tubes.

"I hate you, Queen."

"You're welcome, kiddo."

JLA does leave Jason alone after that, though, because every time they see him outside of Gotham, they just go "oh that's just Jason dressed up as the Red Hood again, move on" and Jason doesn't know if he should be annoyed or not. It does make his work easier, but at the same time, it somehow feels like an insult.

[suispiria]

it’s looking like disillusion is going to be a major theme in season 2 and maybe what brings rhaenyra and alicent together YIPPEEEEE