#not going to be a spouse or a parent) and that's good

[blingblong55]

This is cannon for 141 in my opinion!!! It’s based on what I’m experiencing currently, as I write this

Thanksgiving dinner.

Los vaqueros are rowdy men when together for a nice dinner. When Laswell invites them for her dinner, they get excited and show up ready to eat and talk.

141, they’re used to so many different cultures and all that. Mexicans party hard and their dinners go crazy, in a good way. (One of my flatmates is Hispanic so it’s why I’m getting this inspo)

They’re all eating, chatting and what not. Then, as the Los vaqueros men get drunk, they get louder and funnier.

It gets to a point where they are so loud the 141 men dead ass look around and realise, the British and Mexicans aren’t so different when it comes to having a good time (the Irish party a little harder but anyway). At first it was a shock and now it’s pure enjoyment that they eventually decided to meet up for any and every holiday for the fun times and beers.

I think it’s what starts the stupid parties that eventually turn into the spouses and kids getting invited. It’s why by some point, there’s a whole ass area of base that is dedicated to events for them only. Christmas, new years, everything, EVERYTHING.

One kid got a good grade? Everyone is off that day? Fuck it bring the food, chairs and beers, juice for the kids, and it’ll be a lovely evening.

A/N: I got invited for dinner at my friends parents house and man will I enjoy any meal they feed me

[acquariusgb]

I had never been more proud of her. Chelsea enrolled as a Master’s candidate in the fall of 2001, accepted by University College, Oxford, thirty-three years after I became a student there. In November 2002, in her second year, Hillary and I flew to England to celebrate Thanksgiving with her. She and her roommate, Jen Lee, a Harvard graduate and Juilliard-trained cellist, had moved into a small house in North Oxford for their final year and invited us to share a meal with more than twenty of their fellow students, including Americans who couldn’t go home and British and other students who’d never celebrated the holiday. We liked our daughter’s eclectic collection of friends, including two U.S. Army officers soon to go on active duty, who invited me to join in a game of touch football the afternoon before dinner. One of them, Wes Moore, won the Maryland governor’s race in 2022 and is one of our most promising young political leaders. The other, Seth Bodnar, is now the president of the University of Montana. A typical rainy Oxford fall morning had left the playing field slippery and muddy, but they were used to it. The conditions didn’t hamper their enthusiasm or their efforts. I still had a pretty good throwing arm back then but the other team cut me no slack. I left the field covered in mud and a few bruises, glad to have survived. The dinner was a great success, as we devoured the traditional Thanksgiving meal, tightly packed around tables in two small rooms, all the while carrying on vigorous conversations. I remembered how intimidated I was when I was a student at Oxford more than thirty years earlier whenever I was invited to tea at a women’s college. Sitting through their conversations was like being the ballboy at a fast- paced tennis match as the verbal serves and volleys flew across the net. It was hard to keep up and not get hit. The women and the men were impressive this night, too, so I tried to draw them out and speak only to answer the questions they asked. Chelsea has had good judgment and good fortune in her friends, from her early years to today. I’ve always enjoyed spending time with and learning from them. After Chelsea finished at Oxford, we moved Thanksgiving to our home in Chappaqua, where Chelsea began inviting longtime friends from New York and England to join us. They soon brought their spouses, significant others, and visiting parents. Before long, there were kids, too. We couldn’t do it at all in 2020 because of Covid, had only a small gathering in 2021, but in 2019, we had forty-three people. About that many came to the restart in 2022. Since that first celebration, everyone has been invited to say what he or she was grateful for. Some came just after or still in the midst of steep personal or professional challenges. Yet everybody always found something to be grateful for. In our family, the toughest task fell to Hillary after the 2016 election. She found her voice when most of us, me included, were still searching for ours.

From Citizen- Bill Clinton quote about Thanksgiving

[blues824]

Hey there, Blue! I gotta ask something that's been bothering me (forgive me if I don't reply soon, I'm prolly asleep after asking this)

I've seen people solely blame everyone (especially Navier, Sovieshu, Lotteschu, and Elgy) except Rashta herself for many (if not all) of her crimes and wrongdoings. Sorry, but no one asked or forced her to: get Laura in trouble, disrespect Navier, hurt a bird (this still pissed me off), slander Nian, frame Delise and cut out her tongue, try to execute another maid's father, bully Evely, try to kill Navier's parents, and many, many other crimes. Hell, even minor poor decisions like wearing that tacky dress at her wedding and that noblemen-only tea party are somehow not her fault. Even though it was all her own idea!

Seriously, why are people under the impression that Rashta is some innocent angel? What did that bird do to offend her? Exist? Be prettier than her?

It’s so sad that those people got manipulated by a fictional character.

Imagine a toxic mother-in-law, right? Now, imagine that when she says, “You’re going to eat all that?” on Thanksgiving, your spouse says it’s your fault for eating what you want rather than the MiL’s fault for saying that.

Not very good.

[dualnaturedscientist]

"He was nervous around you? Why's that?" Matthew seemed curious at that. "I feel like he was nervous that I wouldn't believe him and outright reject him. I already exchanged numbers with him so we can get into contact again after this. My parents never told me about him. Never have they mentioned another child of theirs. Though I can understand why. It would be difficult to talk about if it were true." Wordman flew about the city with the two young heroes following behind him. Atomic Steele had a thought come to mind. He stopped Electric Blur in her tracks. "Wait. Hold on. Wordman, I have an idea on how to find her faster." Tristan turned back and flew back to the two. Landing in front of them. "What idea? Would you please elaborate?" He was hoping that they would make this all the more quick. Tristan still had his spouse and brother in mind. He was hoping to rescue them from Miss Power before she does anything to harm them. "I think I know where this woman might be found. Or at least in the general area she could be found in. I believe that is trying to get back to the warehouse I found her within. Going by what Maddrix had told us." Atomic frowned, hating the fact he was using Maddrixs word for help. He still despised him with a burning passion, but this was more important than his hatred. "Where was this warehouse you found? We can search the area separately. Call me if you find her first. If I find her first, I'll bring her to you two." They both nodded at the plan. "We'll call you the moment if we find her first." Atomic and Electric Blur agreed with this plan. Atomic gave Wordman the directions of where Evangeline was originally found. Once he did, Wordman flew off. Everything around Evangeline was so different from what she had remembered. It turned her around for a good few hours. Hours she could've spent helping the others imprisoned within that evil warehouse. She will no longer allow Drake and Myra to continue with this insidious plan they had. No longer will she be Drake's obedient puppet. The heroine finally found her way back to where she was once kept prisoner herself. Evangeline was ready to fight with everything she had got. Even if she only got to free a few others. Though she was promptly stopped as a motion of blur stopped right in front of her. She stared at the man in front of her. He seemed to be a hero by the way he was dressed. Somebody to help her! That was perfect! “Halt! We have been looking for you.” Evangeline felt her heart drop to her stomach. Oh no. Was he going to help put her back in? The woman's expression became serious. “You found me but I am not going to be stopped so easily.” Wordman shook his head. “I'm not your enemy here. I believe we have an enemy in common if anything. I don't want to waste more valuable time by fighting you. We also want to free those trapped by those machines. I was told of their existence by another one. Atomic Steele who in turn was made aware of the warehouse because of his friend, Electric Blur. I would appreciate it if you would come with us willingly.” Tristan hoped that he would reach her. That she would believe him. “Atomic Steele saved you from a tube. He took you away from there but you were the only one he was able to save. We need to question you about what you know.

@ninjastormhawkkat

"Hold on a minute, some weird guy is staring at me. Probably some bum trying to get change off of me." Comments like that had ensured he would absolutely be relieved of guilt for what was to happen next. A smile spreads across the figure's facial features, revealing inhumanly sharp teeth glinting in the street lights. A hand quickly shot out, taking a hold of the rather obnoxious man. "What the hell are you doing-" A scream soon pierced the quietness of the night. It quickly became a horrendous gurgling noise. The cellphone in the man's hand had fallen in the process. Leaving the person on the other end to become worried and confused about what was happening to the man. It didn't take very long for the man to become completely still. The figure allows him to finally fall to the cement below, licking at his blood stained lips in satisfaction. "The night, it is still so young. I don't think I shall waste another minute on you." Like a ghost in the night, he had vanished. As if he were never there. Leaving only the grotesque mess he had made for others to find. Unknown to him, there was a witness to this who had seen the whole thing. Watching in complete and utter fear. The figure grinned, it was as if he were seeing the world through different eyes. The opportunities that awaited him. It sent a shiver of excitement up his spine. His thirst might have satiated but he wasn't satisfied with only that. Oh no. There was so much more he had in mind for this city. Just wait till morning until they discover his little surprise for all to see. It wasn't until hours later did he finally return to the house. Feeling pleased with himself. Carl shot up in bed, heart racing so fast within his chest. Calming down once realizing he was in bed with Matthew. It took the retired scientist to recognize his surroundings. "That's right.. we're at Gene's place." The dream he had woken up from was already fading from his memory. It was rather absurd, recalling what he could. He could've sworn the dream was incredibly vivid and felt so real. But the little bits of the dream that he did remember became fuzzy and distant in his mind. Carl wasn't as quiet as he thought. Matthew had woken up. "Love, are you okay?" His voice had brought Carl from his thoughts. "Matthew, dearest. I hadn't meant to wake you up." He frowned, feeling guilty as he wanted his husband to get as much rest as needed. "It's alright, I needed to get up early anyway. Don't feel bad, my darling. I'm worried about you, though.” He gave Matthew a smile. “It was just a dream. I was just startled from a dream. I don't even remember what happened in it anymore. I'll be fine.” Matthew pulled the other into his arms, holding him in such a comforting manner. Placing a loving kiss to Carl's forehead. “Even so, I've still got you.” The former scientist blushed. Matthew still had such an effect on him even after all this time. “Thank you, my love.” They had stayed like that for a good while. It wasn't until Carl noticed the time that he forced Matthew to get out of bed and to get ready for his community service. Though there was something that had been bothering Carl since waking up. He had not remembered going back to bed after his conversation with Gene last night. No matter how much he tried to, it just kept coming up blank to him. Carl sighed, he must've been that tired that he didn't remember. He was getting up there in age. “I could stay back. Margaret won't be very happy about it but I don't want to leave you if you're not okay.” Carl smiled once more. “I'm not going to be responsible for what she'd do if you tried. You're also expecting a new face there, aren't you?” Matthew looked surprised at that. He had completely forgotten about that. And Carl did make a point. Wincing at the thought of what Margaret might do if he actually did skip out on it. Though for Carl, it would've been absolutely worth it. Whatever punishment she'd dole out, he'd endure for his dearest husband. “Go get dressed now.” Matthew chuckled at that before doing as he said. Leaving Carl to this thoughts.

Carl still felt unsettled by the dream, it was like he was walking through a mist. Yet at the same time it was like someone or something was controlling his body and actions. The dream was scary, but also ludicrous. At one point Carl thought he saw someone who looked like his old narcissus ex boyfriend who he never thought about again until now. Carl just let out a sigh and shook his head. 'It was just a nightmare.' Carl reassured himself. He remembered how reading how the mind and senses can trick the body into thinking something is real when it isn't. His strange dream was just one of those cases. Carl decided to get out of bed and go downstairs. He was going to try and help his son and other son-in-law deal with this strange and frightening case of kidnapping. Carl pushed away the issue of the nightmare and headed downstairs, ignoring the feeling of dread in the back of his mind. Carl also did not pay attention to that fact that his mouth was no longer dry and that there was no glass cup on the nightstand when he got up that morning. Atomic Steele surveyed the area with caution and an intense gaze. He was going over the area looking for something out of the ordinary. Something that had bothered his friend and teammate Electric Blur. Something in this seemingly abandoned area affected Blur's powers. "I wasn't sure what just happened. It felt like I was suddenly communicating emotionally with a strange energy wave that was being transmitted from there. I felt uneasy and scared...but also sad for some reason." That is what Blur told Atomic when she came back to their hideout looking shaken and worried. She told him she never felt anything like that before, not even from the fallen B.E.A.W labs. Atomic Steele offered to check it out for her as the young heroine wasn't keen on returning to the spot. While Electric Blur was being comforted by her other teammates, Atomic followed the directions the heroine had given him to the location where she felt the strange and unsettling energy. What Atomic Steele found when he got there was a large but abandoned warehouse surrounded by an empty field. The area was surrounded by a rusted, wired fence. The place looked like it hadn't been used for years. Still, the normally brave yet brash young hero couldn't help but feel a child go up his spine. His gut and instincts telling him there is something dangerous here, something evil. Atomic Steele walked up to the doors of the warehouse. He grabbed at a rusted handle and tried opening it. To the hero's surprise and growing caution, the door easily unlocked. Atomic Steele took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. He then proceeded inside the warehouse in a slow pace, ready to discover what laid inside. "Oh hello there Matthew. Cutting it a bit close are we." Miss Dewey lightly teased the former villain as he just came into the library to start his community service. "Sorry about that Miss Dewey. I had some problems this morning but I'm here now." Matthew replied, feeling a bit embarrassed about cutting things close. He really didn't want to leave Carl and Gene alone during the family crisis that was happening but at the same time he really didn't want to test the limits of his second chance at freedom from prison. Miss Dewey gave the man a look of sympathy and concern. "You know, if there is a serious problem going on at home, I wouldn't mind helping you fill out some forms to request a temporary leave from your community service." The librarian offered. Matthew smiled in appreciation at her kind gesture. "Thank you Miss Dewey but I'll be alright." Matthew responded. "So has the new service worker arrived yet?", the former villain asked. Miss Dewey smiled and nodded. "Yes he is here. Matthew, allow me to introduce you to Frank Leigh." Matthew glanced over to the man Miss Dewey introduced. He looked to be a few years older than Victor but still younger than Matthew and Carl. He had dark hair and light, blueish gray eyes. The man gave a friendly wave to Matthew. "Hi nice to meet you." Frank spoke in a kind tone. @dualnaturedscientist

[melonsharks]

[Parent Trap AU] Adam and Newt performing their secret handshake for Adam's first day at camp 😋

For Chapter 2 of The Parent Trap :]

LINK HERE!

[magpie-trove]

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[simptasia]

its really fucking hard to get a read on margo because she doesn't show up a lot, but from what i can gather, she's one of those people who sided with her spouse over her child

[neatfrog]

just watched full moon :’)

[captainenjolras]

Kinda want to ramble about my Good Omens Next Gen AU would anyone be interested

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

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[headphonemouse]

I'm having feelings over the fact that the most selfless thing Kim Dokja could do is to live, wholly, as himself, in good health and with the people he loves most, who love him the most. How everyone gets to be angry at him for leaving, angry at the world for taking him away, and yet that anger can never have a real target so his companions become angry at themselves. I really enjoyed the range of emotions displayed from all the supporting and side characters, how they each got time for us to see how they react to their world ending once with the apocalypse, and then again and again when they become devoted to a man who loves them to death and back. And they just. Keep going. None of them want a world without Kim Dokja but they live through it anyways and they carry on, day by day, year by year, yelling, crying, playing pranks on each other, sharing stories with each other, fighting each other, fighting for each other.

[im2tired4usernames]

I hate that I literally just do not trust any of the older folks in my family to do right by anyone

[cogentranting]

A book I read earlier this year made a claim that "motherhood is discussed in fewer than 3 per cent of papers, journal articles or textbooks on modern gender theory" and I wasn't able to verify their statistic but that idea sat with me (and certainly experientially the idea that modern feminism and gender theory drastically undervalue motherhood feels accurate) and so when I heard an old comment from an actress about being tired of playing wives and mothers it had a different ring to it. And I think that A. the problem isn't portraying wives and mothers it's a shallow conception of what those things are and B. maybe we need not less wives and mothers but more husbands and fathers and C. Once Upon a Time was doing something really right with Emma Swan.

[melonsharks]

[Parent Trap AU] Emotional revelations are made...

been neglecting posting about new chapters here but ive been posting them everywhere else (SORRY.) I’ve missed two illustrations, so it’ll be a good lead up to this saturday’s chapter… link for THIS chapter is in the replies though 💕

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/722617115162673152/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“The nightmares, th-the dreamscapes about being a-a ghost and yet, not being in heaven (at least, I don’t think it’s heaven...) and instead staying here in Gracey Manor!” he cried out, louder than he’d intended, only for him to pause and listen, making sure no one was around to hear them. Once he was certain of it, he got to his feet and began to pace the parlor floor, previously tired mind now wired, running at top speed as he explained:

“I’ve been having these nightmares,” he began brow furrowed. “Most of them surround my death-hanging...I dream of Beau dying the same way, and...all these others at my wake, dancing and dancing and dancing until their feet are bleeding, they can’t seem to stop...it’s a horrible nightmare, and...I’ve been having it...a lot. Too many times, I’d say.

But...at the same time,” he sighed, in both confusion and exasperation. “I dream of...something after that. I’m a ghost...and so is everyone else around me. We live like we did when we were alive, there’s so many people from so many walks of life in my house, as if we all lived together, I...it’s sort of...nice to see; even if we’re all dead, we’re...happy, somehow. I...I even want to say that...that you and Randall, y-you’re there!”

Admittedly, these nicer dreams of life (or something like it) as a ghost were few and far between on account of the nightmares too often intruding upon his sleeping mind, but still, these dreams of being a ghost were an ever-present part of his dreams as of late. Even though he knew they were dreams, there was still something so real about them...

Looking back to Emily once again, he asked, still hoping she’d believe him, still hoping she understood, because she’d had the same dreams: “Have you...have you been...dreaming the same a-as of late, Miss de Clair?”

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Simon hated the tapping out ceremony. Ever since he first had to partake in one, he despised it. With no family and very few friends, he was usually the last on the field, waiting until one of his superiors would tap him out. But he couldn’t skip them either.

So there he was. The sun was beating down on the hundreds of soldiers lined up in neat little rows, standing at attention while they waited for their loved ones. And they came quickly. One soldier after the other was tapped out by their parents, siblings, spouse, and sometimes even children. But he stayed still, watching the happy reunions out of the corner of his eyes. Watching the tears and hugs and kisses. He envied the others; he was jealous of what they had, and he didn’t. But Simon had always been good at following orders, so he didn’t move, barely even blinked as he was surrounded by happiness, while he drowned in his own sorrow.

After an hour, there was only one other soldier left. Simon had barely interacted with him, but he knew his face. And just when Simon thought he wouldn’t be the only one without someone to tap him out this time, a crowd of eight people moved toward the soldier. At the front was an older-looking woman, her brown hair streaked with grey and lines on her face, indicating her age. Around her were people of all ages and genders.

“My son!” The woman let out a sob as she finally threw her arms around the soldier’s neck, causing the man to chuckle, as he hugged her back. “I missed you too, mama.”

One by one, he talked to the people surrounding him, hugged them, and kissed them. Simon couldn’t help but watch, bile rising in his throat as jealousy threatened to overtake him. And as he watched, he couldn’t help but imagine himself in the soldier’s stead. Surrounded by a happy, loud, and loving family. People who were happy to see him. Nowadays, the only people he could call family were the guys from the 141, and they were away on a mission. Still, in his mind, the scene played out. His mother, smiling, rushing toward him. Followed by his brother and his wife, carrying his nephew.

The daydream was interrupted by someone walking toward him. He expected it to be his superior, there to finally release him from the nightmare. But it wasn’t.

A young woman took timid steps in his direction. Her eyes, bright but filled with sadness. Not her own sadness, though, it was sadness she felt for him. He didn’t react, didn’t move, didn’t blink. She came to a stop in front of him, gazing up with a frown.

“Is someone coming?” Simon hesitated before giving an almost invisible shake of his head. She gasped, it was quiet and he barely heard it, but he felt it. In every bone, he felt her sadness and the sorrow she carried for him. Slowly, as if not to startle him, she lifted her hand, until it was inches away from his chest. “Is…is this okay?” When he gave a slight nod, she gently pressed her hand against his chest, finally tapping him out.

A breath he didn’t realize he had been holding escaped him as he finally turned to properly look at the woman. She was still gazing up at him, a soft smile now replacing the frown on her face.

“Thank you.” She nodded in response before glancing back at her family. When she looked back at Simon, she looked determined. “We’re going out to eat dinner if you’d like to join us?” Simon was about to decline when someone called out to him.

“Oi! Ghost!” He looked up and saw the soldier, now facing him, an arm wrapped around his mother’s shoulder. “Let’s go; my mom says dinner’s on us!” Without waiting for a response, he turned around and started walking toward the car park, his entire family in tow. Simon kept looking after him until a soft, small hand slipped into his own. He glanced down and found the woman smiling up at him.

“Come, my mom doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” And with those words, the woman gently led him to follow her family.

Part 2

A/N: This will be a two-parter. I hope you liked it!