#happy thanksgiving y'all!

[yokyoaaa]

That one moment where you're having a normal thanksgiving/family dinner and your dad dropped the hardest life lore out of nowhere

[mcbride]

omg you did such a nice job coloring the hug! it turned out really pretty. also wenclair!!!! oh my heart, they are so right for each other.

oh, i appreciate you for taking the time to leave a nice comment on my inbox, it means a lot! heck yass, team wenclair! i knew i'd love them the min i saw them together. my gloomy and sunshine babes!

[[to the couple of anons who sent gif request: i saw them, i'll do it, but give me from a few hours to a few days cause Thanksgiving is unpredictable af! ]]

[mocksterling]

It's Christmas Eve and both Halloween and Thanksgiving are trending idk what happened but keep to going guys

[todayontumblr]

Thursday, November 23.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

Oh, what might have been. It would have been full of pictures and gifs of Hank Schrader doing miscellaneous Hanktivities: looking very smiley, looking very fierce, laughing, wearing shades, pointing guns, wearing DEA jackets and badges and lanyards, and, of course, perching on the toilet. We would have called it Happy Hanksgiving. It would have been great. 

Sadly a decision was made. So, for those who would have enjoyed Hanksgiving, here's a Snoopy gif to make amends. For those who wouldn't, well, looks like it all worked out just fine. And there's more than enough Snoopy to go around. 

Enjoy the popcorn. And however you mark today, we can only wish peace, love, and lots of good folk and lots of good food for all y'all. Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate. 

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

And you feel like an ocean, being warmed by the sun.. 🧡❤️

[overnighttosunflowers]

Summary:

They were tangled together in rumpled sheets, Laudna cradled loosely in the crook of Imogen’s arm and tucked against her side. They’d been giggling and talking and relishing in the feeling of holding each other, reaching out to brush hair from the other’s face or trail a finger across the other’s lips and falling back, intermittently, into periods of simply getting lost in one another. Now the sun was starting to sidle lower in the sky and still they were here, together, letting the hours spend themselves only in each other’s company. It was unfathomable. It was real.

The last chapter of every thought's a possibility is here. I hope you love it as much as I've loved writing it. Thank you all so much for coming on this ride with me, for reading and commenting and being in this fandom. You're the best.

[rcmclachlan]

Leslie Jones Stops Your Annoying Relatives from Ruining Thanksgiving

I would empty my bank account to have Leslie Jones yell at my uncle tomorrow

[sulkybender]

Celebrating Thanksgiving as I always do: with smol Izumi oversharing about ladybugs at Gran-Gran's house

Sometimes a future I've already had before

Izumi is telling them, animatedly, about a type of parasite (?) that crawls into slugs and kills them by mind-control (???). All of them look at her with undisguised horror, except for Gran-Gran, who’s always unshakeable and often unreadable.

“Maybe not before dinner, Zooms,” Sokka suggests.

“So after dinner?”

Hakoda rubs his face.

“I want a containment zone around dinner,” he says, spacing his hands out to demonstrate. “Three hours before, three hours after. No… cannibal bugs.”

“They’re not cannibals,” Izumi says, offended. “They’d have to be eating each other. And they’re not even eating the slugs. They’re exploding their eyeballs.”

“Excuse me,” Tenzin says. He walks, with great dignity, to the downstairs bathroom and closes the door. There's the faint but distinct sound of gagging.

“Can we talk about ladybugs?” Kya asks her grandfather.

“That sounds nice,” Hakoda says cautiously.

“Dad—” Sokka tries to warn him, but it’s too late.

"Ladybugs are cannibals,” Izumi says, triumphant. “She just broke the cannibal-bug rule.”

“They also bleed from the knees,” Kya says. “Defensively.”

“Bugs don’t bleed,” Izumi says, but she pushes up her glasses, intrigued.

"No, it’s called hemolymph,” Kya says. “Basically stink-goo. Like bug blood.”

“What in God’s name,” Hakoda says.

[blood-mocha-latte]

excerpts

[fobnsfwdoodlesbackup]

Oops meant to post this last night and fell asleep!

[sagau-my-beloved]

Omg I can imagine inmate Venti just like escaping out of there easily by just poofing into wind lol

Now if someone was actually trying to hurt creator, I can definitely see him using his powers and not caring who sees. Then he’d become famous like “local man can control wind”

☁️ anon

Venti new Florida man real footage not clickbait

But Venti who just turns into his wisp form and floats away, confusing everyone there, no jail cell can keep him and they'd have some rather concerning camera footage—

Honestly, I'd like to believe that if Venti saw someone being aggressive to reader his first instinct would be to absolutely throw hands

Powers be damned, he's small and agile and definitely capable of launching himself at the aggressor before they can even blink, there's a flash of green and suddenly that person's on the floor

But imagine you're just reading the local news and see "Local man, assumed to be of young adult age possibly in cosplay, found manipulating air" and then there's a blurry picture of Venti from Genshin Impact... That'd be quite a morning

[sir-buddy]

HAPPY TANKSGIVING!!! @atthispointeverythingischaos @iceeericeee @idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff @sliceocheese @sparrowsortadrawzzz @yalibrarian-ashelia-us @emdez @professional-termite @brediest-littleguy @ssluggishh @lemonwisp @night-at-the-musian @bgs-cave-o-thots @heartfall-syndrome @chapik123 @the-casbah-way @thatreallystupiddork @tinybitofart

Also, today is the perfect time to remind y'all of Free Birds, the movie where they go back in time to the first Thanksgiving to get turkeys off the menu.

Second reminder: take a look at the cast

[horrorslu7]

Can you do a Stu Macher x reader where maybe she's the new girl or even a friend of the group and they've always had a will they won't they kinda dynamic. Possibly get a first impression and current impression of the reader from Stu's pov. The mushy,fluffy shit. Please and Thanks! Oh and Happy Turkey Day!!

Hiii, happy thanksgiving to you too and everyone who's reading this and celebrates it :D. Thank you so much for requesting this, is so cute and I've been meaning to write Stu fluff sooo, I hope you like it. 💕

I'm in love with you.

Summary: Ever since you met Stu you have liked him but pushing your feelings aside was your number one hobby.

Pairing: Stu Macher x fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: -

You have been in love with Stu Macher for a whole year. You didn't like to say it and you never did but almost everyone could tell, except for him obviously. Or so you thought.

He was one of your best friends and you didn't want to ruin that relationship or your whole friend group as a whole by being in a relationship. I mean there was already another relationship in the group but it was different.

And you didn't want to accept the fact that you liked him but I mean how could you not like him?

You moved to Woodsboro a year ago. You were scared of moving, since you never had done so before and it was a huge change, but you didn't have any other options.

So you tried to make the best of it and have a positive attitude. Being a hundred percent honest, you thought you wouldn't make any friends and you wouldn't adapt well but luckily, you got proved wrong.

You were seating in class and since it was the beginning of the year, the teacher made groups of four and put you with two girls and a boy. They introduced themselves as Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley and Randy Meeks.

They were really nice and welcoming and invited you to spend recess with them to which you obviously accepted. After spending the whole class getting asked questions about your hobbies, what you liked and from where were you, recess came around.

And with recess came meeting Stu. Oh and Billy too, but that wasn't as interesting.

Everyone made you feel more at ease with moving and your new school but Stu was different. He made you feel many different things all at once and it was interesting.

He made you feel very comfortable but also very nervous and also very excited to just spend time with him.

When you first met the first thing he said to you was a joke, but not an awkward one, a cute teasing flirty kind of joke.

You looked at him and automatically thought he was the most popular guy here and he got all the girls. Because I mean, he's pretty, tall, funny and charismatic, it only made sense for him to have girls lining up to date him.

And you weren't extremely wrong. He was liked by people but he kind of lost his interest in them when he met you. I mean you were also pretty and funny and also smart. He wanted to get to meet you and spend every second possible with you.

Usually Stu didn't mind making new friends and liked to do so, but it wasn't that he would like to be your friend, he wanted to be your friend.

And Stu wanted to be more than that, he wasn't shy about this at all, he would usually flirt with you "as a joke."

Or that's what you told Sidney and Tatum when they asked about your "situationship" with Stu.

"What are you two talking about? There's nothing between us." You said trying to defend yourself and hoping that the heat in your face was your mind playing tricks on you.

Sidney sighed. "Come on we can all tell you two like each other, it's just about time you accept it and do something about it."

Tatum decided to add, already knowing that you were gonna play dumb. "Sidney is right, Stu is always trying to touch somehow, like when he walks you to class with an arm around your shoulders." You opened your mouth to argue back but she cut you off before you could do so. "And you're the only person he buys food for, oh and also the only person he flirts with even if its as a 'joke'."

You couldn't deny the huge blush on your face anymore. "Okay okay, I get it. But what am I supposed to do? He never asked me on a date just us together for real."

"I have an idea." Said Tatum with a smile on her face.

And what an idea she had. Basically it involved you, Sidney, Stu, Billy and Tatum. Randy was out of town and probably would spoil the plan so he wasn't part of it.

Basically you all agreed to go to the cinema but everyone, except for you and Stu, canceled last minute for different reasons. You two were already there and already had tickets so you have got yourself a date.

It was all pretty normal, with both of you taking advantage of the poor lit cinema to stare at each other without the other noticing, and Stu having his arm over your shoulders.

After the movie he insisted to walk you home and you started to practice mentally what to do. You tried to practice some kind of confession or speech or something but all the words sounded wrong.

You could feel your heart beating faster, you two were just a block away from your house and you still didn't know what to do.

Stu was talking and you really were trying to listen to him because you loved to hear him talk but you couldn't concentrate. Your thoughts were louder than him.

"We're here!" You said trying to pretend you weren't nervous. "I had a really good time today." You said looking at him with a smile.

"Me too, we should do it again." He said and winked at you, making you blush.

"Actually, I would love that." Sincerity was very obvious on your voice, usually you would've just laugh and said goodbye but tonight was the night.

"Really?" Stu asked with a surprised look and then looked at you with basically heart eyes.

"Yeah." You were about to say your goodbyes but you didn't want to go to sleep wanting more like every other day when you came home after hanging out with him. "Stu" You almost whispered.

Mental peptalks worked but you were still nervous. "What?" He asked, still dumbfounded.

"Could I kiss you?" You asked him. After he processed what you asked him he put his hands on either side of your face and kissed you.

It finally happened and it was all you have dreamed. After a few minutes you two had to break the kiss and he looked at you in the eyes with a look of adoration for a few seconds before leaving a lot of short and fast kisses on your lips and face. "Does next friday sounds good?"

"It sounds awesome." You answered with a smile and kissed him again before saying goodbye and going inside your house.

[dailyjimmybuffett]

Santa Stole Thanksgiving

Ooh, ooh Santa stole Thanksgiving for Christmas Dragged Plymouth Rock to the North Pole with his sled Pilgrims never saw him coming The Wampanoags they kept drumming That Thursday in November Gob-gobble about December

Santa stole Thanksgiving for Christmas It was such a happy holiday No more laid-back relaxation It's Black Friday degradation Seems Santa sold Thanksgiving to the mall

Grandma made the stuffin' Said Santa he ain't bluffin' You'd better not cry in your pumpkin pie Maybe Caroline says she lied

Santa stole Thanksgiving for Christmas It was such a laid-back holiday Now no more football and relaxin' When the harvest moon starts waxin' Santa, he's the turkey after all

Grandma made the stuffin' Said Santa he ain't bluffin' You'd better not cry in your pumpkin pie Maybe Caroline says she lied

Santa stole Thanksgiving for Christmas Nothin' lasts forever that's for sure This stick up is as shocking As stuffing in your stocking Kris Kringle Why did you mingle? Santa stole Thanksgiving Even he's got to make a living Santa stole Thanksgiving and our fall

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

 Awake, Arise or Be For Ever Fall’n - An Adar Origin Story

Summary: “Nothing is evil in the beginning.”The one who would be called "Adar" in afterdays awakens at Cuiviénen, and his dark destiny unfolds. (Rating: M)

Chapter 1: Awakening

From out of nothing, a voice speaks, and one word echoes:  

Awake . . .

Awake . . .

In the innermost of places, the fëa is kindled, summoned into being by the words of the One, the all-powerful voice that speaks from the deeps of time.

Awake . . .

Breath begins, soft and shallow. Peacefully, it winds through every cavern, into every corner of the hröa, carrying the essence of life.

“Awake . . .”

The call is at last perceived by the one whom it awakens as the fëa touches the mind, creating consciousness. It is a whispered suggestion—beckoning, coaxing:

“Now is the time. Awake. . .”

...

For the first time, his eyes are opened.

The first thing he sees is the blue-black sky, pulled over top of him like a cloak of velvet, comforting and vast. Glimmering in the deeps of this heavenly fabric, he perceives points of light that shine, radiant and sharp, like sparkling eyes that watch and wink. He is mesmerized as they dance before him, twinkling beacons of celestial fire.

Their light touches something inside him—he becomes aware of a deep, sudden ache, and he connects it with their beauty.

From around him, he begins to hear voices, calling out: “Elen! Elen!”  He makes another connection: the word—elen—with the lights in the skies. Stars.

The voices and the light inspire movement—he is curious now, desiring to draw closer, to see more. He perceives his body: the hands that help him rise, pushing against soft grass and solid earth, and the feet that allow him to stand, bringing him ever so slightly nearer to the stars above.

There are others like him, standing further up the gently sloping hillside, their eyes also transfixed by the sky. He studies them closely. They stand in pairs—tall ones, with bodies like his, and next to them, slightly shorter ones with longer hair that seem somehow softer than their partners.

His eyes fall to the place beside him, and he finds it empty. A new feeling rises—cloudy and uncomfortable, a sense of incorrectness. Confusion.

Was not there a companion for him?

While the others hold their places, so taken as they are with the stars, he begins to move, to search.

His feet carry him down the hill toward a vast lake, glassy and calm. On the bank are trees with long, wispy branches that wave in the night wind, and diverse blossoms of purple and blue and white. He winds through the branches and vines, running his fingers over silken petals. Something invisible guides his step—a feeling, an instinct, that draws him through the trees. He comes to an inlet where the water breaks its gentle curve along the shoreline and juts sharply into the land.

He sees her there, and he knows, somehow, that she is meant for him.

She is standing in the glassy water, bending down to touch it, to capture it briefly in her cupped hand before letting it trickle out again. There is starlight in her long, dark hair, and as he watches her manipulate the water, he feels the ache again—similar to the one he’d felt when he’d first beheld the stars—and he understands that it must come from beholding a sight of surpassing beauty.

From across the water, her eyes find his as she pulls her body slowly upright. She tosses her hair back over her white shoulders, and he is enraptured by her loveliness, her aliveness. Catching his stare, a playful smile teases about her lips, and she tilts her head coyly, as though beckoning him to draw nearer. He chances a step toward her, and her smile broadens as she turns away and bounds gracefully off into the trees.

He follows—far less gracefully—splashing through the cool, shallow waters to the opposite shore and clambering up the muddy bank and into the wood.

Soft moss carpets the forest floor. Gaining speed, he begins to thrill at the feel of wind blowing through his hair and earth beneath his feet. He draws closer, but she is quick, darting in and out of the trees, her movements swift and agile. The air rings with her laughter and it spurs him on, his pulse quickening with each burst of that melodious sound.

On and on they run, until she comes to a stop in a clearing just ahead. He slows, gasping with effort to return breath to body.

She turns to him as he steps into the glade, her eyes shimmering, and he is drawn to her beauty as though she were a fallen star given earthly form. With cautious step, he approaches, fearful that she’ll run again.

But this time, she lingers, and allows him draw near enough to notice the rise and fall of her chest, to hear the breath of life as it flows in and out past her lips. Her eyes are two endless pools of deep green, intense and aflame with curiosity as he nears, studying every inch of him.

He is not running any longer, yet his heart still races as though he is.

She lifts her hand slowly, bringing it close to his face but not allowing it to touch. Green eyes beckon, and he senses that she is waiting for him. Understanding, he mirrors her movement with his opposite hand, and it trembles in anticipation, suspended. . . waiting.  

Her hand begins to caress the skin of his temple, gliding along the edge of his face, tracing down his cheek and back again, and he does the same: delighting in this first experience of touch, this first moment of connection. Her fingers glide through his hair, skimming over the sharp peak of his ear and a tremor runs through his body at this new sensation; it floods him with warmth as his eyes close in bliss.

Finally, he feels her hand come to rest gently on his chest, right above his heart, where dwells the secret fire of his being, and she smiles contentedly when he touches her in the same place.

As they stand still together, there by the Waters of Awakening, in the place known in afterdays as Cuiviénen, he can almost hear the song that his fëa sings out in joy for having found her.

He knows then—in the same way he knew the word by which to call the stars—that they have names, given to them by a great creator: that he is Eren, and she, Erenyë.

And in the bliss of those awakening days, he can think of nothing that would ever part them.

.....

The elves that awoke upon that hill become followers of Tata, the Second Father, who had awoken after Imin, the First Father, and before Enel. The three fathers had chosen their kindreds, and of the Tatyar, Tata’s people, there were fifty-six.

By the waters of Cuiviénen they settle, and their days are filled with wandering the shores and bathing in the waters and singing to the stars. In time, they come to the fullness of speech, and they learn to gather berries and mushrooms and other sundry roots and plants to eat.

But Erenyë is not content to remain by the great lake—for her spirit calls her ever into the wild. From the first day, she has loved the trees, and she delights most in naming the different kinds, and in discovering new glens and yet unwalked paths. She comes to know the forests and the fens that surround Cuiviénen better than any among the Tatyar, or the Minyar, Imin’s people.

Only the children of the Nelyar, the kindred of Enel, wander in the wood as often as Erenyë does, but they always return before the evensong, at the rising of the bright western star.

Yet Erenyë is frequently absent at the singing, and it is not uncommon for her to miss many evensongs in a row.

And wheresoever Erenyë walks, Eren follows after.

Read more on Ao3. 

[cc: @bluestaratsunrise, @scaramantica, @clumsycopy]

[theghostofashton]

looking out from the crossroads

“What’ve you been up to, Kurt?” Burt asks. “The truth, please.”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” Kurt says. “Believe me, everything’s okay.”

He can’t do this right now. He can’t talk about this. It’s too soon and he isn’t ready for his dad to hear it. He knows it has to come out at some point – knows it will, at some point, but that day won’t be today.

“Not hearing from my son more than a couple times every couple years?” Burt scoffs. “That sound okay to you?”

“Dad…”

“What, Kurt?” Burt mutters. “You’re a grown man now, I get that. I get that you have your own life and your own stuff. I don’t expect you to tell me everything, but I never expected you to totally shut me out.”

chapter six | from beginning