#family feeding

[athomewithmrse]

Versatile Pork Mince Recipes for Family Meals

Pork mince is a versatile and budget-friendly ingredient that can be transformed into a variety of nutritious and delicious family meals. Packed with protein and adaptable to numerous cuisines, it’s perfect for creating dishes that everyone at the table will love. Here are some wholesome ideas to inspire your next meal. 1. San Choy Bau A light yet flavourful dish that combines pork mince with…

[lazylittledragon]

Dadstarion has me in a chokehold and the way you draw him being so GENTLE with Kit is so precious, I would die to see the transition from his new parent terror to how comfortable he eventually gets with him :O

of course he got there eventually <333

[northgazaupdates]

Please take a moment to read my friend Ola’s story!

My dear friend Ola @ola987 is still in north Gaza. While hundreds of thousands have been forced out by the IOF, many thousands more still remain. Ola and her family are among them.

Famine has gripped north Gaza for more than a year. Many areas are under IOF seizure, and entire neighborhoods and districts have been leveled. Ola is finding it very, very difficult to remain hopeful in this environment.

How you can help:

Reblog this post

Check our “#ola” tag and reblog the posts there

Make your own tumblr posts about Ola’s situation and include her family’s GFM link

Share the GFM link across all your social media accounts

Donate!! Ola urgently needs funds to find food for her family!! What little remains is extremely expensive, and she and her family WILL STARVE TO DEATH without your support!!

Thank you❤️

[wombywoo]

ghosts 💀

[n0-n1c]

listen. this man canonically wrote a sad song about the first kinslaying. which he took part in

[catpocalyptic]

a little comic drawing practice with the fam 🫶🏻

[kalivodas]

listen i just had to i have such a fundamental feeling for that bear of a man

part 1

warnings p in v nasty nasty talk he calls you kiddo but come on now

IT’S YOUR FAULT. at least that’s what he tells you, coos into your ear as the wet of his mouth finds refuge against your throat. his beard tickles, but his tongue sears.

“you started it, kid,” he grumbles to the fever-ridden air between you. his truck was hot, fog pilled on the windows. (jesus, you were fucking in the parking lot of a home goods.)

he places a palm on your back, arches it up nice and pretty for him, and teases the head of his cock against you. you hear his breath hitch when he meets nothing but wetness.

“please,” you whine, and you feel goosebumps prick your skin at the rawness of your voice.

“beg for it, lovie,” he urges.

your hips buck, grinding into him aimlessly as he pulls away from you. a man who would stick his dick in you in the back of a shopping plaza, but a man with restraint, nonetheless.

somewhere between the high-pitched whimpers of oh, fuck you and god, please please please just put it in and fuck me, john, please baby, need you bad (it was absolutely this one), he bottoms out inside you.

you feel his hips shutter against you. your lungs fall empty, a pathetic, breathless thing falling from your mouth. when you find your air, catch his cock in a vice, he completely draws from you.

“stop being mean,” you grit, bite at him, and your back heaves when his teeth sink into your shoulder.

he grins. you feel it. “why dontcha’ just be quiet honey? just-“ he jams his length into you, face splits impossibly when he hears a squelch. “let her talk for a little bit, shut that pretty fucking mouth.”

before you get to rebuttal, or a form a decent thought in the mush that was your head, his palm finds the fat of your hip. he squeezes there, hums when you whine, and places a hefty palm on your ass. he lets the other hand snake around, enveloping your mouth.

“fat babies, huh?” his pelvis all but snaps against you, and you bite against his hand when his balls slap your clit. he feels you squeeze him, like a fucking vice, he says, and one of his hands slide to your shoulders.

he pushes you down, cheek flat against the leather of his backseat, and pistons down into you like he got paid by the damn hour.

“i’ll give you a fucking baby.” his chest shudders, you swear you feel the hair of it prick your back. your bear.

“fill you the brim, jesus, i’m gonna make you a mama,” he grunts, and you can hear the brute of him shatter. his words come out slurred and broken, lungs taking in air almost viciously.

your hips lock beneath him, and you paw the hand on your mouth away. “knock me up,” you beg him. “please, gotta be— fuck, gotta be full.”

you’d put twenty bucks on the bet that he whimpered.

“i’m gonna’,” his hands find the pudge of your thighs and he tightens his fingers on you like you might slip out of them. “gonna’ make you all fat and pretty, kid.”

he cums then, hot spurts of him filling your tummy. he peels himself away from you, and has to bite away a smirk at the spent, sweaty state of the two of you.

“no more house shopping for you, mr. price,” you coo up at him, but your body hasn’t moved. in fact, it sounds like your fighting your lungs to breathe.

he laughs. “yeah baby, that’s the problem.”

a / n dedicated to @pricegouge only ur tags awakened something

[nouverx]

I absolutely loved the recent duo print of Alastor and Charlie on streamily and I wanted to make an hypothetical duo print of Alastor and Niffty in a similar style. A man can dream 💀

I also wish he had one with Rosie ofc he needs a duo print with all his girlies. Maybe I'll draw that next time who knows

[donothello]

[blurrilines]

You ever think about how Jason and Tim are canonically 2-3 years apart? bc Tim sure does

[chyarui]

MY BOIIIISSSSSSSS

Not enough jaster fanart out there so I have NO IDEA WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE. And the comics change his look a ton, I can’t decide. This is the vibe I get though ❤️

And *gasp* my first Jango fanart??? No the clones DONT count

This will also prolly be my only post for a while guys, uni waits for no soul 💔 luv you all

[fumifooms]

People should talk about Yaad and Thistle more. Weird granduncle that killed your dad in a petty impulsive punitive act, leaving you very scared of him as you live under his control for centuries. Imagine growing up hearing stories of the King’s brother, the kind, clever, collected and calm advisor and right hand man. But only knowing him by how warped he’s become, violent and erratic. He punishes you, too, robbing you of any agency by putting you inside of a doll. And then despite, he becomes catatonic and you’re left to take care of him in his brother’s body while he thinks you’re him. And then you see those slivers of that nice caring person you heard so much about in your childhood a millenium ago, and as he babbles about Delgal thinking he’s you, recalling memories and old habits, you wonder about how things must have used to be, before, and how they’ve changed irreparably. Today is melancholic again.

Yaad being like, Thistle’s sort of great-nephew who’s lived most of his life seeing him as being out of his mind and only a mirage of the noble attentive person he once was, now having to take care of him, someone who was an older familial figure to him… Seeing him gentle, soft and unhurried after all this time spent in an emotional anxious paranoid frenzy... Yaad and Thistle post-canon is so special

[northgazaupdates]

Single mother of 6 in URGENT NEED of GROCERIES in Gaza🥖🥦🍉

Ibtisam Al-Habil needs mutual aid for groceries in Gaza!

Ibtisam has been raising her children on her own since her husband was martyred by the occupation in 2014. Then in 2023, they did the same to her eldest son. She cannot work due to the invasion, and her financial needs are compounded by the cost of treatment for three of her children, a minor and two young adults, who are both temporarily and permanently disabled.

The blockade of Gaza continues to drive famine among residents. Food is extremely scarce, and what little is available in the markets comes at highly inflated prices. The latest reports I have received on grocery prices from people in Gaza are as follows:

1kg of Garlic - $80

1kg of Onions - $65

1kg of Potatoes - $40

1kg of Tomatoes - $56

1kg of Lemons - $23

1kg of Zucchini/Courgette - $24

1kg of Molokhia (similar to spinach)- $10

1kg of Green Peppers - $219

1kg of Eggplant/Aubergine - $16

1kg of Okra - $45

1kg of Cucumbers - $32

1kg of Apples - $47

1kg of Guava - $39

1kg of Avocado - $74

1kg of Sugar - $44.50

1 litre of frying/cooking oil/sirj - $23

1kg of rice - $19

1 plate of eggs - $224

loz of coffee - $27

It is extremely difficult, often impossible, for people in Gaza to afford these prices. Failure to do so results in their starvation.

You can help a Ibtisam’s family by donating funds to their campaign. Ibtisam is struggling to find food for her children, and they often go entire days without eating. Any funds you give right now will go directly toward purchasing food so the family can survive! You can help feed a family right now with just a few clicks!

Please do not delay, Ibtisam and her family are currently starving!!! They are in urgent need of food RIGHT NOW!!!

[leilakeila]

Demon Twins AU but!

Instead of Damian being de-aged (and the bats find out about Danny/Danyal) or Danny being de-aged (and dumped to another universe) or similar.

Lets have both reunited like in most prompts BUT during a mission with the JL or JLD they are BOTH De-aged, so Bruce has the opotunity to see them as toddlers/babies!

Depending how old they are after this we can have some drama if they are kids/toddlers trying to kill each other or being very scary, or tons of fluff for the 2 babies.

[weirdsht]

Eruhaben is such a grandpa, ofc he would know what his kid wants to eat

Side note: I love how Cale will always give in to the children's wants and demands I'm trying really hard to not say something angsty about it because i want to keep this post cute

[pullthehilt]

Reader is Yuu with an implied family with siblings. Not re-read or edited.

One day you realise that there is just a bit too much food on the table. It takes eating with the others to truly notice, but it starts with Grim complaining.

"We've been eating the same thing for days now!" And you laugh because it's true. After eating it fresh the first day, you tend to pack up and store the rest equally in the fridge and freezer because, yes, it's a lot. Dishes that are soups, or meals that are cooked in the larger pots and pans. Food that is to be served with rice on the side, portions that are bigger than your face. That isn't to say that you had a lot of thaumarks on you as you're just good at making bulk purchases worth it.

Everyone laughs at Grims moping, remarking of how he should be greatful you're feeding him at all. The banter is great.

But you're picking at your packed lunch now.

Why do you cook so much? Why do you reach for the bigger pots and pans? Why are your portions always for more than one?

From the fog of your mind, you see... your kitchen. Or you think it's your kitchen. It's not the kitchen back at Ramshackle, but the one from before Ramshackle. You're bustling around the counter, chatting to a faceless figure by the table, and reaching for seasonings without even looking. You're opening cabinets and finding what you need easily and asking the figure to make some rice to accompany whatever is in that pot. There's the squeals of children and hearty laughter from the other room. And hands, there's a hand at the small of your back and you think it's a motherly touch because how else can you describe the gentle way they press you to the side of their body.

For the next few days you can't eat properly. There's weight at your gut that substitutes for food and you don't make anything more. When your friends come over to invade the living room of Ramshackle, you don't have much snacks to offer them.

Peering into the fridge only reveals the stacks of containers of food you were eating days prior. You're mulling about maybe something you can make for them when,

"Whoa, talk about excess. Grim wasn't kidding." Ace's voice is right behind you.

"Ugh, sorry guys. i don't think I have anything proper to really feed you guys--"

"Is that some sort of egg salad?" Deuce's hand slithers forward to grab at one of the containters. "You have bread?" Nodding you gesture to the other cabinet. "Then I'll snack on this-- Er, if you wouldn't mind."

Epel peers from the doorway. "You don't happen to haf' some meat in 'er do ya?" Your fingers linger, before meekly pulling out a corrisponding tupperware.

"It's a bit stiff though, Epel."

"Hah, I'll jus' throw it on tha' stove or somthing. If it's still tough, I dun' care. Sometimes just gotta eat the greasy foods." He takes the tupperware and slaps it into a pan to heat it up. The aroma of sizzling meat is quick to attract both Sebek and Jack who add to the noise of chatter amongst the others, the former mostly.

You find yourself to the side, watching as they scour through your leftovers, opening and nodding at the meals inside before choosing which to heat up. And it's loud, but not grating. They're navigating through your space with expertice, slipping past each other and peering into cabinets. Jack's making rice and Sebek is counting the plates (whilst also making sounds whenever he sees a chip in the odd one or two). Over the stove Epel and Ace are jerking their hands into the pan, nipping their fingers to the corner pieces of the meat to just 'check if it's ready to eat'. Gathering the spoons and forks, Deuce nibbles on a piece of his egg salad sandwich before disappearing in the living area where everyone is setting up.

The dinner table has been set. You don't feel entirely there, floating to a cushion on the floor as your left overs are bought over to the table plate-by-plate. Everyone sits around you, Grim settled into your lap as he nibbles on a piece of fried fish, and they're passing the dishes around.

You've eaten these things before but you've always eaten them with Grim or alone when Grim takes his naps early. Instead of one set of cutlery scraping at porcelain, there's multiple sets-- a symphony playing to their hunger as they gather more to pile onto their plates.