#just family things

[sadgefrog]

skyler and jane angsty...

(brba role swap)

[falling-star-cygnus]

i just caught the cutest little detail in Camp Camp, in the episode “Camp Loser Says What?”

MAX’S LITTLE FACEEE

he’s the only one that looks at Nikki in worry like that 😭

[concernedandconfusion]

Dick holding baby Mar’i while she’s crying her head off.

Jason: You’re holding her like a cantaloupe.

Dick: What, you think you could do better?

Jason gives him a look

Dick: Ok smarty pants. Knock yourself out. *Hands Mar’i over. Mar’i quiets as Jason cradles her*

Dick:

Jason:

Dick: I’d like to see you balance a handstand on top of a chair on one leg for 17 minutes.

Source:

[mccall-fam-on-crack]

Malia, struggling to keep upright in her 1-inch heels: Yeah I don't think heels are for me.

Derek, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6-inch heels: WEAK.

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Me and my older brother played Cult of the Lamb together, cause we were celebrating my moms b-day and we were waiting for the food to get ready. Anyway, food gets done and my sister and mom walk in and see the game and we’ll this is how it went:

“WHY ARE YOU PLAYING A SATANIC GAME?!?!”

*disappoint and astonished sigh like noise with a click*

“What do you mean?”

“ITS SATANIC!!!! THERES THE STAR!!!! And that little 8 symbol with the arrows is satanic!”

“He’s just a lil guy”

“YEAH A SACRIFICIAL LAMB FOR SATAN!!!”

“Whaaaaaa?”

“ITS CALLED CULT OF THE LAMB!!!!!”

“Yeah you make a lil cult”

“I think she’s wondering why you’re playing a game like that”

“Its fun”

“Very fun”

Then we got the “I’m concerned for your souls and what you are into” looks from them and that “how could you think it was a good idea to play that game* sigh. Which I find very funny tbh.

[talesfromthegameff14]

Once

Once, Aya would have watched his mate swaying through the motions of cooking dinner.  He would have gazed upon the man adoringly as sun filtered through the kitchen windows to sparkle in the dark golden curls that ran down the Seeker’s back.  Were those curls longer now?  Were they neat or messy?  Were they still damp from an earlier bath or had they dried into ringlets to bounce perfectly in sync with Tolemy’s movements?  Once, he would have seen the boy balanced on his mate’s hip.  He would have smiled to himself as their youngest dozed against the shorter man, the babe only content when he was held.  What was the toddler doing now?  Was he watching dinner being made or was he busy tangling the tawny curls up into helpful braids that would have to be gently combed out at the end of the day?  How much bigger was he? Did his hair match either of his parents? How about his eyes? 

Once, Aya would have joined his son while Mede fit the pieces together of the newest puzzle Melody had gifted him on the floor by the table nearby.  He would have used the silent gestures of hunt speak to follow the boy’s thoughts as he worked out the problem before him.  Was he working on a new puzzle or redoing an old one?  What pictures did Mede favor now?  Was he quicker at putting the puzzles together or was he doing ones with more and smaller pieces?  Did he miss the conversations as much as Aya did?  Did he know that the man loved him as much as always?   Once, he would have poked Terbish with his tail as she snuck about the area trying to be sneaky.  At least some things hadn’t changed, Aya’s tail flicking out to do just that as she tried to come around the edge of the counter to swipe a roti off the platter before it made it to the table for the meal.  He didn’t see the grin aimed up at him when no scolding came for sneaking an early snack, but he did hear the thwap of a far fluffier tail impacting the girl’s hand just hard enough to make her fumble the bread so she had to think fast to catch it before it hit the ground. Now, Aya followed the ebb and flow of family life through the sounds of living and the colors of their souls.  He could see how Nekhi’s inner self was constantly changing as the toddler grew every day.  He could feel the warmth of Tolemy’s body as the man walked by with the fragrant tray of curried dzo that caused the xaela’s stomach to rumble in anticipation. He could take the tray of roti and fruit off of the counter before Terbish got to it all and count the steps to the table to set it down for family dinner. Now, he could ruffle Mede’s ears gently to pull the boy’s attention from his puzzle and to signal that it was time to eat instead of time to play.  He could take his turn holding Nekhi, so Tolemy could eat the meal he made in peace and not have to juggle the attention seeking geko’te and his food.  He could relax into the seat and do his best to not wince whenever Nekhi grabbed a horn to pull himself up closer to Aya’s face to plant a kiss on his father’s cheek.  Now, Aya had the life he always wanted in the cold, unforgiving nights spent alone in the depths of the Uyagir caves, or hiding in a bush on the steppes, or huddling in a cleft of a rock waiting for a Garlean patrol to go by.  It wasn’t how he dreamed it would be.  There was no watching the sunrise over the Ruby Sea with Tolemy in his arms.  There was no way to admire the drawings hung on the kitchen cabinets and see how they changed year to year.  He couldn’t compliment Terbish on whatever outrageous color combination she put together to wear or get lost in the beauty of Tolemy’s eyes when before they cuddled up for a nap while the kids did the same.  Now, that he’s healed? Aya can’t find the bitterness that once plagued him, for he has love to hold tight to every day.  He can’t see it, but he can feel it and hear it and know it within his soul. For once, it’s enough. 

[Tolemy is written by @ala-mhinyan]

[minniiaa]

lol love being the designated Christmas chef bc everyone else is dead (and I am the best cook in the family no diff)

but my dad who KO’d on the couch for 6 hours while I slaved in the kitchen made sure he was the one in the pictures cutting the meat and holding the food lmao ok sure if that helps you feel useful then go off king but we all know you didn’t do shit ;)

[arasakas-ronin]

pack is finally done!! \o/

[nonobadcat]

I love my family. We're all sitting around at the hospital last night after dad passed and my brother is just like: "So... we getting him a memorial couch with a Nascar logo?"

Dad would have approved.

[scribblerlostinspace]

currently watching 3.05 again (with my parents this time) and i must have momentarily become tish because i know exactly the two different types of uncomfortable each of my parents is gonna make me feel at the jack/keeley scenes

[paintwizard]

Hey, don't cry, fall out boy released a new song and my abusive dad im no longer in contact with has a court date facing charges for grand larceny, trespassing and possession of meth <3

[dollartreelobotomy]

Sometimes when I speak, my mother’s voice comes out. I do not possess a sharp tongue like hers, but sometimes it takes over me. I feel guilt rise in me as soon as the words escape but the damage her sharp tongue created has already been done.

recognising your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling psychic damage occur

[doctorsiren]

Gravity Falls AU where everything is exactly the same except Bill’s parents are alive and well, and they’re just so proud of their chaotic dream demon son

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[talesfromthegameff14]

Prompt #22: Fulsome - Jargal

It was a rare night of excess for the xaela, tangling with his supposed brother always riled him up in ways that were better not looked at in polite company.  It left him flat on his back somewhere in wilder areas of Labyrinthos looking up at the star-filled sky with an almost empty bottle of some potent rot gut or another loosely gripped by his fingers and another completely empty bottle lying askew across the grass by his feet.

The stars circled above him, taunting in their orbits, reminding him of so many nights spent just like this but with a warm body cuddled up next to his, the gentle husky laugh of his mate in his horn.  The feeling of his fingers trailing over skin until they sunk into each other...  It was a night like this that little Delbee was conceived and a similar one when she was born screaming into the world so offended that the air was cool on her skin.  Or at least that’s what the healer’s said as to her indigent sounding cries.  It was the brightest night of his life, brighter than Nhaama’s stars or Azem’s peering eye.  A roar of rage and the bottle in his hands is flung towards the stars, landing somewhere else in a tinkling of broken glass. If only he could rend the stars with his claws, maybe he could bring it all back instead of gazing into eyes that... Another cry, this one full of frustration and grief, the man scrambling up to his feet to briefly sway upon them and then land back on his ass on the ground.  Pathetic. 

[bingusoclock]

wdym this isn’t what happened in dmc5

and it’s not hearts its RAVENS (x)