#happy Thanksgiving!

[jayveesim]

Happy Thanksgiving '24

Thanksgiving at Blake's moms!

Few Fun Facts about the Parsons | Rose | Mitchell clan

Blake took her maternal grandparents last name to spite her father, even though she's a daddy's girl and the only girl between her parents, they were not getting along when she left.

Kenneth Sr and Nettie still get along, obviously.

Wade (Nettie's Husband) does NOT like Kenneth Sr, neither does Kenneth Jr. They never got along even when Kee was a kid.

Cecil (Nettie's Father) doesn't like Wade or Kenneth Sr loooooooooool.

Blake and her mother rekindled their relationship but it's still rocky.

Kenneth Jr and Keene love Katelya (their dads wife).. Blake does not. She swears her dad cheated with her. He did not.

No one but Blake and Kenneth Jr know that Keene is gay.. even though he wears a rainbow nose ring.

Adrian Mitchell is extremely intelligent.

I think I said this, but Anya is pregnant with a boy and I'm not sure what his name will be. Suggestions would be lovely.

My game recognizes Jayla as being the great granddaughter to Cecil and Shanel (and I swear I teared up)

Shanel (blake's grandmother) has a very close relationship with Rene. Not sure why but they vibe.

Nettie and Katelya get along also.

I had mentioned to fellow blogger that Blake was rekindling relationships, be that with friends or family. This is what I meant. I hope all of you have an amazing Thanksgiving wherever or however you spend it! <3

[megamanrecut]

More Doodles, sans helmet family edition

[spencestiel-michelle]

*JJ and Penelope serve pasta at BAU Thanksgiving dinner*

Derek: why are they so big? 

Penelope: if you let them sit in the water longer, they grow. 

Rossi: they? when did we start personifying food? 

Hotch: you’d be lucky if they don’t start naming each individual macaroni. 

Emily: i’ll call this one *stabs one rigatoni w/ fork* Ronaldo. 

Reid: this one here *scoots one rigatoni w/ fork* this is Matilda. 

Hotch: 

Rossi, already eating: you asked for it. 

[enchantedchocolatebars]

@pokeycub

A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving (1973) Dir. Bill Melendez & Phil Roman

[milesdickpic]

Thanksgiving at the Bradshaws | H.C

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Happy Thanksgiving, Besties! For those who celebrate, be safe and i hope you have a great day! Whether you celebrate it or not, I just want to let you all know that I am BEYOND grateful for each and everyone of you. Thank you for being here with me 🥰 I love you all so much! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

*Can be read in conjunction with the HLG series! 🦃

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You and Bradley planned a low-key Thanksgiving for the family. It was going to be a laid back and cozy night. 

All the kids were asleep while all the adults started to make dinner. It was going to be an early night since everyone had to work early the next morning. 

Austin made his famous stuffing. He had brought it the year prior and it had to be the best stuffing you and Bradley had ever had in your lives. 

Phoenix made a a potato casserole along with some green beans.

Hangman worked on the turkey, making sure it was pure perfection. (Like himself)

You made mashed potatoes, gravy, and Mac and cheese. 

Bradley started to set up the table. He put out the best cutlery you and him had in the house, as well as the best looking plates. The ones that weren’t stained nor microwaved burned from the men of the house. 

Bradley wrote name tags for everyone and set each of them on a plate at the table. He grabbed a jar and labeled it “What I am Grateful For.” And placed it in the middle of the table. 

“Thanksgiving dinner for brunch is the best idea we’ve ever came up with.” Hangman laughed as he was basting the turkey with broth and butter. “This baby is almost ready!”

Bradley laughed and smiled. “I am so ready to eat. I missed dinner last night so I could be an endless pit today.”

Phoenix scoffed as she finished laying out her dishes she repaired. “You’re always and endless pit, Bradshaw. You and your kids!” She slapped his shoulder as she set the dishes onto the table. 

You came over and looked at the table. Bradley had set out some little pumpkins left over from Halloween. He lit a couple of candles, he set put the nice silverware and plates. He put out 2 variances of wine glasses. (Plastic ones for the kiddos) Each plate had everyone’s name on it. It was so cute and simple. 

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you for setting the table, Brad.” You placed the Gravy onto the table as Bradley went to grab the mashed potatoes and Mac and cheese. 

As everyone started to lay their dishes onto the table, you and Bradley went upstairs to get the kiddies ready. Everyone decided that Thanksgiving themed pajamas were the move. 

The boys wore matching turkey onesies, Leia wore a “bring on the leftovers” pajama, Bradley wore a pajama that was full of turkeys, you wore a pajama set that was covered in cute coffees, lattes, pies, and pumpkins.

You and Bradley brought down the kids. The boys were strong enough to start sitting on their own in their high chairs. So you and Bradley placed them into each of theirs. Leia pranced around and looked at all the food that was laid out for everyone. 

“GOSH I AM SO HUNGRY!” Leia was so excited. “You and me both, sweetheart.” Bradley picked up Leia and kissed her cheek over and over again. 

Everyone started to make their way downstairs. 

Phoenix wore an oversized pajama set that said, “official pumpkin pie tester.”

Austin wore a grey pajama set with pumpkin pies all over it. (Hehehe)

Gunner came running into the kitchen with a onesie that had turkeys, pumpkins, and “happy thanksgiving” written all over it. 

You all started to take a seat at the table. Bradley sat at the head of the table. You to the left of him. Next to you was Phoenix followed by Austin and then little Bradley in his high chair next to him. On the other side was going to be Leia, Jake, and then Luke in his high chair. 

You were all seated and Bradley looked around for Jake. 

“Seresin. Hurry the hell up!” You slapped Bradley’s arm and shook your head. “Sorry, sweetheart.” Bradley cleared his throat. “MOVE YOUR ASS, SERESIN!” 

“IM COMING!” Jake yelled from the top of the stairs. You could all hear him making his ay down.

“HO-LY. SHIIIIIT.” Bradley, Leia, and Phoenix all said at the same time as Jake made his way down. 

Hangman was in a big turkey onesie. He had the hood on and everything. 

“That is one big Turkey.” Austin laughed as he looked at Jake. 

“Gobble Gobble these nuts, Bradshaw.” Jake laughed and Bradley spit out his water. 

“MY CHILDREN ARE IN THE ROOM.” He lunged for Leia’s ears. 

Once you all sat down every one took turns writing what they were grateful for and placed it into the jar. 

Bradley jumble the jar and everyone took turns asking out a paper and reading what was on it. 

You were first, “I am grateful for being able to spend this holiday season (and everyday) with the people I love.” You smiled and looked around. Austin raised his hand. “Mine. I’m grateful to have you all in my life. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

You passed the jar to Phoenix. “I am grateful for being alive and being around those I love the most.” Phoenix looked straight at Bradley. Bradley smiled and nodded at Phoenix. “That be me. I love you guys.”

Phoenix passed the jar to Austin. “I am grateful for food.” Everyone looked slowly at Leia. She started to turn red and giggle. “I AM HUNGRY, OKAY!” She crossed her arms and scowled at everyone as you all laughed.”

Austin gave the jar to Leia. “I am grateful for all my friends and family.” Leia looked up at everyone. Phoenix put her finger up. “Me. I’m grateful for all of you. Life would have been lame if I wasn’t here with you all right now.” She looked at Hangman, “That includes you too, Bagman.” They both laughed. 

Leia gave the jar to Hangman. “Here, Uncle Jakey.” He kissed her cheek and pulled out one of the folded papers. “I am grateful for the beautiful family I have been given.” You smiled, “I don’t know where i would have been if I hadn’t met or created any of you. I love you, guys.”

Jake reached over Leia and gave the jar to Bradley. “WELL. We all know who is left.” Jake laughed. 

Bradley pulled out the last folded paper. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” He looked down at it and his smile softened. He looked at Jake and gave him a little nod and he nodded back. Bradley sighed. “I am grateful for saving the man that saved me. Thank you Bradshaw for taking me in as one of your own after all these years. I don’t deserve you, buddy. I am thankful for being able to be a part of his and y/n’s family.” Bradley folded the paper back up and smiled at Hangman.

Jake pushed his lips together and smiled. “Of course you’d get mine. But it’s true. I’ll forever be grateful and thankful that you both have allowed me to be a part of your family. Thank you.” You got up and gave Jake a kiss on the cheek. Bradley smiled, “I couldn’t imagine a life without you, Turkeyman.”

Leia gave Jake a kiss. “I love you, uncle Jakey!” 

After all the thanks were given you all ate together reminiscing on what the year had been so far. You were all grateful for everything you were given in the last 11 months. 

After dinner, you all cozied up on the couches and Leia chose to watch ‘Addams Family Values.’ Her favorite part was when Wednesday sabotaged the play and burned down the thanksgiving set.

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Happy Thanksgiving, my loves! I promise to be posting the next chapter of HLG this coming week. Everything has just been so hectic! But it will be up soon! Thank you for your patience and love. See you in the next one! 🫶🏼

Dinner party guests are in the comments ❤️

[ootpositivity]

Take it easy, It's Out of Touch Thursday!!!

[luvjunie]

i ate my weight in ham today

[thatseventiesbitch]

Happy Thanksgiving everybody ❤️

[sincerecinnamon]

Happy Thanksgiving!

[jomiddlemarch]

My thanksgiving is perpetual 

For the first time in Grace’s memory, watching Joel unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans was not erotic. 

At all.

“Oh, that’s better,” he sighed and closed his eyes, which also was usually erotic as hell. She had no impulse to jump his bones, to drag his jeans down, to get on her knees and rest her hands on his bare thighs…

“I will not be insulted if you fall asleep,” she said, settling herself down at the other end of the sofa, a squashy pillow at the small of her back. He reached over and grabbed her feet in their wool socks and set them on his lap. “Though don’t blame it on tryptophan. That was debunked a long time ago. Before.”

“I thought we were going to play cards or charades or something,” Ellie said. She displayed no signs of lethargy and in fact, seemed like she might literally bounce off the walls. The fire was already burning merrily and there was plenty of wood split, otherwise Grace might have suggested Ellie go work off some energy restocking the woodpile, despite the sleet beginning to tap against the windows. There wasn’t even sugar to blame, since they’d decided to follow tradition and serve all the pies (Why were there seven? Why were three some variation of sweet potato? What if the mincemeat one was good?) at their regular dinner time.

“Gimme me an hour,” Joel said. Grace snorted. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around her left ankle was splayed across his belly, breaching the divide between the sides of his plaid flannel shirt. She didn’t doubt he could leap into action if there were cause, like a full-on invasion of clickers, but nothing less would get him off the sofa.

“I didn’t think this would happen,” he remarked. “I thought, after the world ended, at least there’d be no more fucking turkey to choke down—”

“You ate a drumstick and like half the breast, Joel. You ate that pope’s nose thing and that was disgusting and not even on a dare. Didn’t seem like you had any trouble, ‘choking it down,’” Ellie said, really emphasizing the air-quotes. She’d rather play charades, Grace could tell, and she’d probably be on the winning team, not only because she was the most alert. If the school decided to move ahead with their Shakespeare production, it would be a crime if Ellie wasn’t cast.

“That’s because Ted can actually roast a turkey properly,” Grace said. He’d arrived soon after dawn, fully kitted out with his white apron underneath his heavy coat, a chef’s toque in place, Beard beside him looking like Death, if Death carried two large string bags filled with root vegetables, a dishtowel over his shoulder in lieu of a scarf. “I don’t know what Ted did and before you start to explain, I don’t think I want to. I want there to still be miracles in the world.”

“And the miracle is turkey?” Ellie said. “No offense, but I preferred the venison pie.”

“Yeah, the miracle’s the turkey. And being here, people in the kitchen fussing over basting it, someone setting the table, lighting candles. Sitting together and finding something to say when you’re asked what you’re grateful for. Meaning it. Eating yourself into a food coma,” Grace said. “Fighting over the wishbone—”

“That wasn’t a fair fight,” Ellie said.

“It never is. Not supposed to be,” Joel said. His cheeks were flushed even though he’d taken off his sweater before they sat down for the meal and his five o’clock shadow was making an early appearance, one Grace had no problem with. “Wasn’t ever like this in a QZ. FEDRA couldn’t risk it—”

“Risk what?” Ellie said.

“People rememberin’,” Ted said from the doorway of the kitchen, toque off, hands shoved in his pockets. “Who was gone, how much everybody lost. People liable to just lay down and die or start a fight to feel somethin’ else.”

“Also, they didn’t have an adequate supply of turkeys,” Beard said. “Trying to breed wild turkeys in captivity’s a bitch.”

“As usual, Coach Beard speaks the truth, Baby Ruth,” Ted said. “This is probably as close to Before as anyone’s likely to get. Except Joel must’ve forgotten—‘’

“Forgotten what?” Ellie asked. She either knew Ted well enough not to ask about the Baby Ruth remark or it was one he’d made before, she’d asked, and she was now entirely familiar with the history of the candy bar and specifically, Ted’s childhood encounters with it.

“To wear elastic waist pants to Turkey Day if you can swing it,” Ted said. “So you’ve got plenty of room. For pie and leftovers.”

“Did people actually have special pants just for this?” Ellie said. The adults all smiled at her earnest tone and expression, one the children often used, as if Before had been a thousand years ago, subject of archaeology and speculation, a culture so far distant they might as well need a new Rosetta Stone to decipher its intricacies.

“Nah,” Joel said. 

“Lots of people would wear sweats,” Grace said. “Or change into them. Scrubs were good for Thanksgiving too—I don’t think there were any doctors I knew who didn’t have a spare pair for kicking around in at home.”

“So, it wasn’t fancier Before,” Ellie said. 

“Thanksgiving wasn’t a fancy holiday,” Joel said. “New Year’s, Christmas, folks had big parties for those, but Thanksgiving was just more about family. Making enough food for the whole block. Football.”

“Turkey trots,” Beard called out.

“Thanksgiving-themed races, usually for charity and to work-off all the carbs or justify them,” Grace said, before Ellie could ask whether he meant turkeys suffered from loose bowels and if that was why turducken had been invented. Beard had been sure to explain turducken at a recent soccer practice. Grace yawned and saw Joel’s eyes were drowsy. Trying to convince Ellie to take a nap seemed to be a miracle beyond all hope.

“It’s clearing up,” Ted announced. From what Grace could see, Ted’s was a generous interpretation of the current level of precipitation, but she wasn’t about to quibble as he seemed to have some ulterior motive. “Let’s you and me and Coach go for a walk, Ellie. We can fetch Tommy and Maria and whoever all’s at their place and bring ‘em back for dessert and charades.”

Beard gave Grace the slowest wink that could still merit the name (as opposed to evidence of a stroke induced by the roughly nine hundred pounds of butter Ted had used on the bird) and heaved himself up from the chair he was in. Within a matter of minutes, all three had bundled up and headed out. Their departure made the house seem all the cozier, the brief glimpse of the rapidly approaching dusk dissipated by the firelight’s gold and amber painted on the walls, the floorboards, the planes of Joel’s face. His hand tightened around her ankle, then stroked up the curve of her calf.

“I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t think I’m up for much of anything,” Grace said. “I definitely overindulged in those mashed potatoes. And the stuffing and that squash gratin thing. The gravy, good Lord, that was like Michelin-star level

“Well, I want you to be on my team when we play charades. And later, I’d like to split a piece of Ted’s apple bourbon pie,” he said.

“Split a piece?”

“I’d like to get hungry again, darlin’. Once everyone goes home,” he said. “I’d like to be grateful, together.”

[vecnawrites]

Happy Thanksgiving!

To all followers who celebrate it! Gonna be spending the day with family, but I do have some works prepared for tomorrow!

Also, since Christmas is next month, feel free to send in stuff based around that if you wish!

Hope all of you have a great day!

[mickeys-onehalf]

Happy Thanksgiving break to all my moots! And to the rest of you guyz... erm... have a nice time ig :////

[royalacademyttrpg]

Thank you for supporting our game!!

We're so happy to hear that we got 47 downloads in less than a month, you all are amazing! We hope you all have a lovely holiday today and can play our game with your friends and family around this time. It's the perfect indoor game and you already have people at the table, so if you haven't had the chance to play it, now would be a fun opportunity to create your royal court!

Again, thank you so much for checking out our game! We really appreciate it!

If this is your first time hearing of this, Royal Academy is an indie fantasy academia TTRPG where you get to play as a royal heir attending the prestigious Royal Academy! Here, your royal will overcome challenges both political and magical as you work with your fellow royals in an effort to get crowned as your kingdom's rightful heir.

Please check it out here and start your fairy tale adventure today!

[mastersoftheair]

original caption: "For many of the original members of the 100th Bomb Group, Thanksgiving in 1942 was spent at Gowen Field in Idaho. Members of the 100th were drawn from the 29th Bomb Group, hence the notation on the menu below. This Thanksgiving menu was saved by Sgt Maynard Parsons, who was part of the original 100th cadre, 350th Sq."

[formulaforza]

—happy thanksgiving!

my first f1 memory is telling my cousin about this new thing i was getting really into called formula one while we watched the lions game last thanksgiving! so happy delulu-iversary to me!

i am soooo thankful for each and every one of you—every like, reblog, reply, message, ask, and interaction you choose to have with me day in and day out. you all mean the world to me and (with few exceptions) have been nothing but kind, understand, respectful, and supportive of me)

—to the people who i sometimes feel were put on this earth just for me, i love you. i love you i love you i love you. you make writing fun and life easy and understand me on a level that not many people do. you know who you are. knowing you is a privilege i don’t take for granted. i love you.

if you celebrate, i hope you have a thanksgiving full of love and friends and family and laughter. if you don’t celebrate, i’ll do a fireball shot in your honor, and know that someone in the world is grateful for you <3

that said. go lions. fuck the packers. time to be fat and happy :)

[mathmusic8]

Oreo pie anyone?

(Recipe and more pics of the process under the cut)

1 package oreos

1 (8 oz) cream cheese

1 c. Powdered sugar

1 large package chocolate pudding

1 large cool whip (16 oz)

2 2/3 cup milk

1/2 cup (1 cube) butter

Crush cookies, add to butter and press into pan (use more butter if desired), save 1/2 cup cookies for top. Mix together the cream cheese, powdered sugar, and half the whipped cream. Spread on top of crust. Mix milk and pudding and let sit for a few minutes, then pour on top of cream cheese mixture. Top with the rest of the whipped cream and the remaining cookie crumbs. Store in fridge (it's a good idea to let it cool for a couple of hours so the butter in the crust can firm up a bit)

Half recipe:

1/2 package oreos

1/2 (4 oz) cream cheese

1/2 c. Powdered sugar

1 small package (3.4 oz) chocolate/vanilla pudding

1 medium cool whip

1 1/3 cup milk

1/4 cup (1/2 cube) butter