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kaciidubs · 5 months

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A Pun-y Thanksgiving

❣ Summary: A random thought about Chan and terrible Thanksgiving puns. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 739 ❣ Warnings: Fluff, corny puns [2], slice of life, discussions of family, implied Black! Reader [but neutral overall], Chan gets emotional over being loved ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Christopher, Channie, and Baby, lightly edited, that plate of food was not mine but it's close enough ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

"I'll give you more than thanks tonight."

"Baby, please."

"A turkey isn't the only thing I'd like to stuff."

"Christopher, walk away from me."

"What?! You can't tell me that wasn't funny!"

"I can," you hummed, looking over your shoulder to see him leaning against the kitchen island with a cheesy grin, "and I will - that was not funny!"

"So why are you smiling?" He goaded, dimple pressing into his cheek as his grin grew.

An astonished laugh fell from your lips, though you couldn't reign in the smile that stuck to your face, "Because you're corny!"

"Or, because you did find it funny!"

"Oh my god." Turning back to the pot of boiling elbow noodles, you stirred away some of the foam, "You're gonna drive me insane before my own family does."

A pair of arms snaked their way around your waist, Chris tugging you slightly against his chest as he pressed the side of his face against yours. "You know you love me."

"I do, but if you say anything related to 'gravy', I'm leaving you here and telling my grandmother you couldn't make it to dinner."

He dramatically gasped, shaking his body with yours, "You wouldn't! I think I'll actually die without her yams this year, and Christmas is way too far away to have them again!"

You laughed, turning off the stove and grabbing the oven mitts that were on standby, "You're so whipped for her cooking - I'm surprised you haven't figured out she makes extra just for you."

"She does?" His hold on you slipped as you picked up the pot of macaroni, stepping back to let you pour it into the strainer waiting in the sink. "Since when?"

"Our second Thanksgiving together when I had to make a to-go container full of them alone, and she asked if I was making you a plate and I had to tell her that, that was your plate." You placed the empty pot back on the stove, "And I still think it's unfair because I'm her grandchild! I asked her so many times to make me a separate batch, I'd even buy her the stuff! But no, she wouldn't do it for me but anything goes for her grandson Chris!"

In the midst of your teasing rant, you hadn't noticed the silence from your boyfriend behind you until you had started the sauce mixture for the macaroni and cheese, urging you to turn around to look at him suspiciously.

"Chris?"

He gazed at you with soft eyes, an almost delicate pout set on his lips as a fine blush turned his ears red. "She likes me that much?"

Family had always been a huge factor for him, and the desire of having your entire family love him the way they loved you was something he had strived for since the first time they met. So, it was no surprise that hearing that your grandmother would go out of her way for him and his admiration for her cooking made his heart swell.

"Aw, Channie," you cooed, turning the stove to low before making quick steps over to him, your hands cupping his slightly puffed cheeks from rest. "She absolutely loves you - my whole family does! My aunts ask about you whenever they call, my younger cousins always ask to see you, and even though my uncles joke about putting you in a shallow ditch if you break my heart - they can see how much you care about me and they honestly look forward to having you around."

Guiding his head down, you placed a quick kiss on his lips, giggling when he followed you away to steal another.

"My family loves you, my extended family loves you, and you already know I love you."

His pout melted into a smile, one you embarrassingly missed for the few moments it was gone, "Even with my corny jokes?"

You rolled your eyes but nodded in agreement, "Even with your corny jokes. Now, help me finish the mac and cheese and we can start getting ready - I'm sure if we stay here longer we're gonna be the last ones to get a plate, and I'll be damned if I let my cousin get to the corn pudding first."

Slinking your way our of his arms, you took to stirring the sauce mixture before speaking over your shoulder;

"Then when we get home, I'll show you what else I'm thankful for."

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vvynia · 5 months

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abby and your family’s thanksgiving

pairing: a. anderson x black southern belle!reader

genre: fluff w/ brief mention of smut (mdni)

word count: its headcanons so its short but idk the specific number sowwwy

warnings: not beta read, brief mentions of homophobia but only bc reader’s family isn’t like that, mention of family drama, pregnancy mention, brief moment where religion is talked about (saying grace/prayer)

synopsis: this is literally just headcanons of what would happen if our beloved abby anderson attended your family’s thanksgiving/reunion if you don’t celebrate. very much black reader-centric, but anyone’s welcome to read it esp if you’re from the south cause this is also heavily southern reader coded.

bringing abby anderson to your black (southern) family’s thanksgiving would be a sight to behold.

and imagine its everyone’s FIRST time meeting her too. assuming everyone is super cool and unhateful, i just know she’d have all the aunties’ attention. they see her height, her build and turn to you talkin about, “now, where’d you find her?”

abby would 100% be in ya grandmama’s backyard huddled around the grill with the uncles and dads. she’s got a lil beer in hand (she probably doesn’t even like beer but she likes fitting in and it isn’t all bad when the bonding is genuine) one of em goes “mhm that turkey bout done smokin” and abby is taking mental notes cause one day, she’s gonna smoke a turkey for you two’s family, in your backyard, and your grandkids are gonna be running around

the kids are OBSESSED with her. they climb her like she’s a jungle gym, ask her to throw them in the air, ask her all types of questions. “ABIGAIL! come play with us!” and she does, but the whole time she’s wondering how they discovered what her full name is cause she sure ain’t tell em lool

sometime after, she gets together in the livingroom with you and your cousins, then that one uncle or aunt comes in, says a few words, then leaves with a plate. the gossip commences lol and she’s so in tune to what ya’ll are talking about. she thought her family could dog somebody out?

all that pales in comparison to yall’s words. these sly (and sometimes even blatant) insults are unhinged, the storyline is juicy. she feels like she’s listening to an audiobook of lore. and whenever she asks a question for clarification, someone is always ready to start from the beginning with “see, what had happened was” and “to make a long story short” (the story was not made short)

then it actually comes time to eat, time for her to have her taste buds born anew

your family has whipped up some southern classics: sweet potato pie, pig feet, neck bones and collard greens, cabbage, pound cake, and every other dish you can think of.

you were in charge of the sweet tea, but this year you made a peach batch cause you know abby likes peaches 🥰

ya’ll say grace cause lets be real, if this is the south, somebody baptist and its probably the family matriarch lol

abby is respectful about it whether she believes in god or not cause your family has treated her with the most open of arms and she can feel the love and hospitality all around (if god is real, she thinks, he would’ve wanted everyone who believes in him to be like my sweet girl’s family)

when ya’ll are done and everyone has plated their food, they’re all silently waiting for the white girl’s reaction. they’re trying to play it off, be casual, not stare LOL but they know what’s coming i must admit

and abby doesn’t disappoint cause as you’re sitting next to her, soon as she puts some of them collard greens in her mouth and a couple candied yams and your grandaddy’s secret cast iron skillet macaroni recipe in her mouth, the satisfaction is written all over her face

everyone starts laughing when one of the kids say, “damn, girl, is it good?” to which they’re scolded lol but ofc abby nods like she’s trying to shake the hair follicles out her head

after everyone has ate and said what they’re thankful for (she says she’s thankful for you ofc but she leaves out how thankful she is for getting to strap you down at least twice a week), you two go sit on the porch alone.

you’re leaned against her in a two-seater rocking chair, bellies impossibly full, enjoying the gentle breeze and setting sun and the scent of food that is still wafting from the house

one of your cousin’s kids runs up from the backyard, comes up to you asking for help with opening a new toy, so you help

abby sees how cool you are, how in your element you are with your family, and this moment truly solidifies how much she wants this with you too. ya’ll have had the kids conversation before, so she knows you want at least one

she can’t help but think how gorgeous you’d look bein her housewife, barefoot and pregnant and divine and ethereal, starting a family, never having to worry for a thing bc she’s gonna take care of you

and she knows, when she needs it, you’ll take care of her too

I LOVE LOVE

#abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby headcanons #abby anderson #thanksgiving #tlou 2 #tlou #lesbian #wlw

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lowkeyremi · 10 months

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i rlly liked the gyaru post n was wondering if you could write hq boys with a gyaru crush ( like the guys have a crush on a gyaru ) myb a small fic ( tanaka, yams aone pls )

I'm glad you liked the last one! This is such a cute concept tbh, Aone would be too scared to say anything lmaooo

HQ Drabbles: Gyaru Crush 💕 ft. Tanaka, Yams, and Aone.

Content: Fluff, a lil bit of stalking cuz Tanaka's just like that, miscommunication bc Aone isn't good w words, crushes.

Banner credit: gifcities and geocities

Tanaka Ryu:

"I should have packed lunch today, this sucks." Your best friend nods when she sees your soggy french fries.

"That bald guy is staring at you again." She slurps her yogurt tube in a few seconds. You look around and sure enough that second year was looking at you again.

You're in your third year now, according to Sugawara the 'bald' kid's name is Tanaka, and it's said he has a huge crush on Kiyoko.

"Probably thinks my makeup is weird like everyone else does." He notices you looking and turns away to his short friend... it's Nishi something.

"Or maybe he likes you." You roll your eyes while she wiggles her eyebrows.

"Yeah right, it's obvious he likes Kiyoko." She cringes when you eat a mouthful of soggy fries.

"He might be using Kiyoko as a cover up." You weren't going to keep waiting for him to say why he's always being creepy so you walk over to his table.

"Why are you always staring at me?" His short friend giggles and turns away.

"Staring- me huh?" His face flushes as he stammers for words.

"Yes, is it my makeup? I know it's not normal but starting is really rude." Out of the corner of your eye you can see his friend covering his mouth to try and conceal his snickering.

"Ah- it's not like that! I think your makeup is unique and I think you're really cool!" He blurts out and his friend bursts into laughter.

"Noya shut up!" He elbows him.

"Really? Is this some kind of joke?" He notices your hand on your hip.

"No! C-can we be friends?" His voice sounds like a shy little kid.

"Um... sure?" There has to be some hidden motive behind this...

"Got anything else to tell her, Ryu?" The short fry wiggles his eyebrows.

"Nishinoya I will end-"

"I'm gonna go finish my lunch." Tanaka starts stammering again when you start to walk away.

"Could um... could I get you dinner sometime? AS FRIENDS THOUGH!" He suddenly adds.

He definitely has a crush on you.

"Yeah anytime." He smiles, and you skip back to your table.

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Yamaguchi Tadashi:

"Is that all?" You ask politely scanning his cart to see if he's got anything else.

He nods his head yes, "Your total is 870 yen, how would you like to pay?" He hands you 1,000 yen, like he does every time.

"Keep the change." You sigh and look for change.

"That's too much of a tip." Yamaguchi (as you've learned from your uncle), comes in maybe three times a week for the same thing and tries to leave you a huge tip.

"Your hair's really pretty." He notioned to the style you were going for today, you think it brings out your makeup.

"Keishin says I look like a rebellious punk." You giggle right along with Yams.

"It's Uncle Keishin to you, brat! You're lucky to even be getting paid!" Yamaguchi quietly snickers because you rolled your eyes mimicking your uncle. Once everything's bagged up you hand it to him.

"Bye, Yams." He takes the bag, and holds still like a statue.

"Something wrong?"

"When'll you be back to work here again?" There's this look in his eyes that you can't quite determine.

"When ever I get back from school, I can't take a lot of breaks or I'll get behind on my assignments." He frowns.

"Hey, not my fault I'm a college student." You shrug.

"I really wish I could go with you to ward off all the weirdos who think gyaru isn't cool." He's an adorable little third year.

"Gyaru's not for everyone. I get hateful comments all the time, but they don't bother me that much anymore." It's the hard truth, you cannot force people to like you.

"Well can I take you out when you get back?" Oh, he's real brave today. Not once has he asked something remotely as obvious as this.

You can tell he likes you, that much was clear. This is the first time he's been straightforward with you though.

"You can take me out when I get off of work." You lean over the counter and press your glossy lips to his cheek. When you pull away you can see a faint mark of lip gloss from your lips.

"Go on to school now, Yams." He spirals at your smirk and walks out like a drunken man.

You're bonked on the head with newspaper, "Do your job and stop flirtin' so much!"

"Don't take your frustration out on me, I know you don't get any Keishin." He grumbles at your laughter.

"It's Uncle Keishin."

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Aone Takanobu:

"Kogane! I'm so going to beat your ass!" Your threat echoes through the gym and no one makes the effort to save him.

"I didn't mean to mess up your makeup and hair, please forgive me!!" He whines.

The idiot thought it'd be funny to spray you with his water bottle, long story short he got a little heavy handed with the pouring.

You raise your fist to hit him but you're stopped by a hand much bigger than yours. A low grunt can be heard and you turn around to see Aone holding your wrist.

"He deserves it! Let go!" He thinks his grip is too tight, so he loosened it.

"H-here." He hands you his team jacket.

"Thank you, Aone. That is so sweet." He nods.

"Um I know how important your clothing and hair are to you." At first you can't tell if he's being genuine or a goody two shoes.

"Um... gyaru right? I thought it was super weird awhile back." At least he was honest.

"How'd you know?" You most likely already know the answer.

"I did some research after seeing your unusual clothing option that one time." He rubs the back of his neck.

"So you're stalking me?" That's honestly what it sounds like.

"No- I just wanted to understand you better." He says with a little more confidence.

"Why?"

"Ah....." His cheeks go red and he power walked away.

Huh... interesting.

Hey sillies, im tired so ima go to sleep. Also I watched a horror movie by myself for the first time but I didn't get scared at all. Idk I just kept screaming at the main character being so dumb. bye guys 😘

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danskjavlarna · 5 months

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Would it be funny if Uncle Fred couldn't tell a yam from a sweet potato, was allergic to livestock, lacked a green thumb, and had no management skills?

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#farm #vintage illustration #illustration

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years

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Hi I love the way you write daemon Targaryen and was wondering if you could do a daemon Targaryen x niece reader smut where they get caught by viserys. Or something along those lines.

I've Got My Eye On You | Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Description: you always stole his glances from across the room, from shoulder touches to simple flattery — never assuming that something would bloom from it. but you were wrong, and he always had a plan. (MULTIPART) (COMMENT IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED IN THE NEXT PART) (SMUT IN NEXT PART)

There she stood in her full glory, wearing her signature colors — red and gold. One might assume that she was a goddess or a Queen of an Ancient House. But they would be wrong, because she was just his niece. Beautiful — Deadly, and Sharp.

"You give my brother a headache, by running off to Stepstones." he tried to create a conversation, but she was unfazed. She always wore a callous look, as if she wanted to mask her real emotions. But that wasn't enough to deter enemies — they still saw her as a little girl who hid behind the skirts of her mother.

Daemon knew better — he's seen women like her come and go at court. Y/N was a dagger, though she remained concealed — she was always capable of hurting someone.

"It's not my fault that he does not plan to smash the Triarchy." she reasoned as she leaned nonchalantly on her chair. Ignoring the monologue going on in her head.

While Rhaenyra spent her days learning the ropes of court, her younger sister learnt sword-fighting. She was a wonderful marksman, one that could be compared to Aegon The Conqueror.

"You should've waited for the reinforcements to come," he pauses as he sits beside her. She was ravishing — and he craved her nightly. "I've been fighting for years, uncle. The reinforcements only came because of Rhaenyra's pleas. I did not wish for my father to believe that I weak." she spat and he frowns.

Now he realizes why he was so drawn to her. Because she was his mirror — a mirror of his own personality. She was the same craving, the same ambition and everyone always assumed the worst in her. She was a true second child — the same as he is.

"But you are not weak, and you know that." he replied leaning down on the wall. She laughs softly, not believing his words. "You flatter me uncle, but flattery is going to bring you nowhere." she faces him with a smile and he rolls his eyes.

Such insecure little thing — not even believing the words of her own uncle. "If you do not believe yourself to be strong — then you would've waited for reinforcements." he pointed out and she groans loudly.

Finding herself trapped in the middle of a maze.

"I wasted three years on that war. At least give me the chance of being bitter." she defended herself as a servant pours her a glass of wine. He turns to look at her, taking a second-glance at her face.

Realizing that she wasn't the same girl from before. That everything that happened in that war — changed his little girl. She was fire now, a real woman-grown.

The gears in his head lightly twist and turn, and a smile forms from his thin lips. He had a plan.

He had to seduce his niece.

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#daemon targaryen x reader #the rogue prince #daemon targaryen #hurhenyratargaryenasksandsuch

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stiltonbasket · 4 months

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nhs is too terrified to have Jiang-furen show up in kids' books? So Uncle Yam will occasionally mention his wife, but she never shows up on-screen. we don't know that much about Uncle Yam's wife, and nhs is working hard to keep it that way.

Uncle Yam is eventually accompanied by three tiny baby yams, but Auntie Yam never makes a formal appearance. At some point, the readers learn that Auntie Yam is off developing new vegetable surgery techniques.

#asks

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jeckerts · 2 years

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roasting yams with my great uncle linus

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv linus #farmersona

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anticomedygarden · 6 months

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how to trick your friends (don't worry, you're still a good person)

Five years ago, Remus and Lily may have convinced their boyfriends that it was proper for purebloods to give gifts on Thanksgiving.

@kaymardsa look what i did!

also on ao3

Remus supposed he should feel bad about this, and he did. A little. A bit. Definitely more than none.

But as they got closer and closer to the holiday, and the pile of brightly wrapped gifts in their closet steadily grew, he couldn't help but laugh to himself, especially knowing that a few blocks away, Lily was doing the same thing.

So when they pulled up to James and Lily's flat on the night before Thanksgiving, Sirius toting a bag with an expansion charm to rival Santa Claus, Remus just sat back and watched him dump it out next to James' pile on the floor by the couch, grinning when he caught Lily's mirthful eye.

Then, Sirius and James disappeared into the kitchen to do the lord knows what, and Mary looked up from the couch and said, "Are you two really still doing that? At this point, it's just mean."

Marlene made a humming noise from her place on Dorcas' lap next to Mary. "I don't know, it's not like it's hurting anyone." Odd stance for the blonde, considering there wasn't a gift for her in the pile.

"Right," Lily said, pointing to Marlene. Remus stifled a laugh as she shifted her gaze to Mary. "And if you want those gold earrings you liked at Tift's, you'll keep your mouth shut."

Comically, Mary's mouth popped open in surprised glee, and she mimed zipping her lips. So much for principles.

Which - it was fine. It wasn't that bad of a lie. Besides, it wasn't like either of the boys couldn't afford it, and they did enjoy giving gifts. Honestly, Remus was more worried how Sirius would react when he found out his boyfriend had been lying to him. If he found out, and that was a big if. Thinking back on it, Remus was still shocked they'd believed it in the first place.

Five years ago

"...And every single year, Petunia would fall asleep on the car ride home, so, of course, I would shove marshmallows from Aunt Lyla's yams in her pockets." Lily snickered. "She'd be so pissed when she woke up, but I still did it every year."

On the other side of the table, Remus laughed into his eggs, as did Sirius. Across from them, James' face seemed to be going through a mix of amusement and absolute admiration at his girlfriend.

Since it was the night before fall break, they'd been sharing each of their Thanksgiving traditions, and Remus had to say, Lily's took the cake.

"All right, that's the best one," Sirius snorted. "Anyone else got any?"

Remus cleared his throat around the last few chuckles. "My Uncle Edgar used to give us all gifts on Thanksgiving, and they were always awful, you know, socks, sunglasses, he even gave me a toothbrush once."

"A toothbrush?" James said incredulously. "What?"

Remus laughed. "Right? And it wasn't like the man was poor, he was actually pretty well off, so I don't know what the hell he was thinking."

If he'd expected more laughter, he was disappointed. Rather, Sirius and James were glancing at each other with furrowed brows. "Thanksgiving gift?" James murmured. "Is that a thing muggles do?"

Remus opened his mouth to tell him that, no, that wasn't normal and his uncle had just been a man with some quirks, but Lily beat him to the punch. "Actually, purebloods are supposed to give their muggle born and halfblood friends gifts on Thanksgiving. Isn't that right, Remus?"

There was a very brief debate in his mind. "Yeah, it's an old public welfare tradition from when purebloods staked us in the streets." Lily snorted into her pumpkin juice, but apparently there wasn't enough sarcasm in his voice because both James and Sirius' eyes went wide.

"Really?" Sirius said after opening and closing his mouth a few times.

Lily turned to him with shocked glee written all over her face. "Of course, have you not heard of it?"

With one last look at the other black haired boy, James gave a nervous laugh. "Of course we have."

Then, there was movement under the table, and Sirius shook his head. "Yeah, me, too."

Lily gave him a look full of bewilderment, like she couldn't believe her lie had worked, before the conversation moved on, and he forgot about it entirely.

At least until four days later, when two different owls arrived, both with books and enough chocolate to last him to Christmas.

Now

A couple hours later found the group in various places in the living room, Marlene and Dorcas squished into one large purple armchair, James and Lily in the black loveseat, and Mary and a recently arrived Peter on the light gray couch. Remus was lying on the floor between Sirius' legs with his head resting on his boyfriend's chest and Sirius with his back to the loveseat. They were all stuffed full, though it was only a precursor to the dinner they would have tomorrow at Effie and Monty's.

Remus may have been a werewolf, but he had definitely outgrown whatever it was that made teenage boys able to eat so much, because as he laid there with Sirius gently playing with his fingers, it was all he could do not to throw up.

Then James said, "Let's open presents!" and it quickly became apparent everyone else was in the same boat as him.

"I'm so full," Dorcas groaned. "I don't think I can move."

Above them, James shifted. "That's what wands are for."

A moment later, two boxes, one with turkey wrapping paper and the other covered in dancing elves, dropped into his lap.

He really should feel bad.

But it was too funny.

And it has been going on for five years. It would just be awkward to tell them now.

Somehow, he managed to sit and lift his arms to open the paper, as did everyone else. Well, everyone except Marlene.

("How come Regulus and McKinnon don't have to partake in this little tradition?" Sirius grumbled, looking through the shelves of a muggle department store.

Remus thought fast. "Marlene's family doesn't celebrate muggle holidays." He paused. "And if we made Regulus participate in muggle holiday gift giving, he'd probably give us poison.")

The first gift was from James, a collection of the works of O'Henry and, of course, chocolate. He looked up at James with a minimally guilt-tinged smile. "Thank you."

His friends' hazel eyes were soft. "You're welcome."

Back on the floor, Sirius tapped him on the thigh. "Open mine."

"Yes, boss," he said, getting a light kick to the ankle in response. He opened the other box.

His gift from Sirius was, as usual, incredibly thoughtful. This year, it was a brown leather notebook, pristine and marked with his initials.

He felt Sirius put his lips next to his ear. "For all those thoughts, Moony."

Remus turned his head to kiss him, this time with a bit more guilt. He really should tell him the truth. "Thank you, baby, I love it."

In lieu of a 'you're welcome,' Sirius slipped him the tongue.

Next year. He'd tell him next year.

Just then, the front door opened, showing Regulus Black with snow dusting his shoulders and inky black hair. "Sorry I'm late. Boss wouldn't let me leave."

They all offered up greetings, groaned out through full stomachs.

"There's still plenty of food in the kitchen," James announced.

Behind Remus, Sirius shifted to better speak to his brother. "Be fast, I have something for you this year."

There was a scuffling noise, presumably from Regulus kicking off his shoes. "Does that mean you're finally dropping the charade?"

Then, unaware of the bomb he'd just dropped, the younger Black walked right into the kitchen without a backward glance.

Remus sat frozen and felt Sirius sitting stock still behind him, too. Was this really how their relationship would end, with a five year fib revealed by his would-be brother-in-law?

Wait. Why had Sirius frozen? And why hadn't he or James said anything?

With a dawning horror, Remus turned around to face his boyfriend. "You knew?"

After a brief pause, Sirius nodded slowly. "Yeah, we know."

A gasp went around the room. "If you knew, why are you still doing it?" Peter asked, a Honeyduke's container held in one hand and a jumper on his lap.

Lily made a noise of agreement.

"We liked it," James said honestly. "It's fun to give you guys shit."

Remus knew his friend well enough by now to know that he wasn't lying which only made him feel worse.

"And it was a pretty great prank, you have to admit." That one came from his boyfriend, and he laughed, the rest of the room soon to join in.

"How'd you figure it out?" Mary asked.

Sirius snorted. "I asked Remus' dad what he was getting him for Thanksgiving, and he acted like I was insane."

Remus groaned. "My dad was in on it?"

"Yep." Sirius giggled.

"Have you known the whole time?" Marlene asked.

"Yes," James and Sirius said in tandem.

That was when Regulus reappeared out of the kitchen door a plate of food in his hands. "They believed it for three years."

"You little jerk," Sirius exclaimed, flicking a piece of wrapping paper at him. "Fucking snitch. Whose side are you on?"

Regulus smirked at him, making himself comfortable on the floor in front of Mary. "Not yours."

Sirius threw another bit of paper at him, starting an absolute war, and everyone quickly forgot about the gift debacle but were pleasantly reminded a year later at the next Thanksgiving.

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wlwcatalogue · 5 months

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Screening Announcement! (Dec 10th & 17th, 2023)

Update as of 6 Dec 2023: There are still decent seats left for the 6pm & 9pm showings on Dec 10th, and for all four screenings on Dec 17th!

If anyone here will be in Hong Kong this December 10th or 17th (both Sundays), and has even a passing interest in Yam Kim Fai and Pak Suet Sin (see my post on them here), queerness in East Asia and/or the 1950’s, or Chinese opera, I strongly urge you to go to one of the eight screenings of the restored version of Butterfly and Red Pear Blossom (蝶影紅梨記)!

Not only is it a great romantic comedy (yes, really), it’s also a very rare opportunity to see a classic Cantonese opera movie – or indeed any black and white Hong Kong movie – with English subtitles and in 4K resolution. For a taster, check out this excellent dance scene (not 4K) and this video from the Hong Kong Film Archive about their restoration efforts!

On top of that, it’ll be showing in the cinema of the storied Sunbeam Theatre (新光戲院), which opened in 1972 and is Hong Kong’s last commercial Cantonese opera theatre. (It must be added that being able to go there will soon become an even rarer opportunity; the venue will sadly be closing in 2025 as heritage is apparently a joke in Hong Kong.)

Here's a quick outline of the story for those who need a bit more convincing:

Penned by the Shakespeare of Cantonese opera, Tong Tik Sang (唐滌生), this retelling of Yuan-dynasty opera Tale of Red Pear Flower (謝金蓮詩酒紅梨花) starts off fairly sober - courtesan So-chau (Pak Suet Sin) and scholar Chiu Yu-chau (Yam Kim Fai) are long-distance lovers, but before they are able to meet in person for the first time, So-chau is forced to fake her death to avoid being sent off to a barbarian warlord. But then it morphs into an unexpected romantic comedy: in her escape, So-chau ends up at a relative’s house… only to find that Chiu will be moving in as a guest there that very night. Unfortunately for her, she’s been forbidden by her uncle from disclosing her identity for fear of disrupting Chiu’s studies, and Chiu is extraordinarily – albeit adorably – dumb. Apart from the two leads being played by women, it’s really easy to read queer themes into how So-chau is desperate with longing and yet unable to directly articulate her desires and identity, permitted only to hint and nudge. (As is the movie as a whole in some ways, since Hong Kong movies of that era were very prudish; even heterosexual kisses weren’t allowed onscreen.) Chiu, kind-hearted but oblivious, echoes the familiar figure of the queer crush. Also, Pak plays So-chau with the thirstiness of a marathon runner who hasn’t had a drop of water since the start of the race, so there’s that to enjoy too :)

Tickets are available on the Cityline website for HK$70 each (linked here – change the language to English by clicking “Eng” in the menu); note that you’ll need to make an account to make a purchase. Dec 10th and Dec 17th will both have four screenings each (12pm, 3pm, 6pm, and 9pm), but seating is very limited so you should definitely buy your ticket sooner rather than later!

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a-single-slice-of-toast · 1 year

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I wanted to make a nice and "simple" comic for today, so I chose to show off some of my headcanon relationships.

Explanations for each panel under the cut

Black Garlic is so obviously a Licofait kid. I mean, come on, she's a streamer obsessed with the undead and has big hair with white bangs and wears clothes with big, droopy sleeves. Also Poison Mushroom is there because, out of all of the Cookies of Darkness, they seem to hang around Licorice a lot. I see Licorice holding a sort of older brother role to them.

Read this comic that I spent an excessive amount of time on for context and also this one I guess, but to summarize, Pastry adopts Strawberry Crepe and eventually she marries Red Velvet. I JUST WANT HER TO BE HAPPY. Also Chiffon is sitting in this weird spot where they are like a pet to Pastry and Strawberry Crepe, but more like a son to Red Velvet.

Context here, but basically Sour Belt and Choco Bonbon are fashion wives and Adventurer is a protective son. Also, I just realized that would maybe make Dino-Sour Adventurer's uncle-in-law, or not, I don't know how it works.

Alchemist and Vampire are just annoyed genius younger sibling and obnoxious dumbass older sibling. Truly the Dexter and Deedee of current year.

Almond and Walnut's father-daughter time mostly consists of crime-stopping and not much else. Almond is a very proud father because of Walnut's growing detective skills.

Amber Sugar and Sugar Glass are still on the hunt for the perfect home but they slowly realize that they've already found something greater slow-burn 20K words not beta read

After months and/or years of soul-searching, Dark Choco finally decides to reconcile with his father.

Madeleine occasionally visits his old home to regale his aunties and mother with his latest adventures throughout Earthbread.

I would explain the Juice Bar Regulars, but I'm pretty sure the fandom has done that enough.

Cotton and Sherbet are BFFs done literally

The cottagecore gfs return to their Ovenbreak friends to tell them about their new Kingdom adventures.

I just think that Pastry, Parfait, Carrow, and Avocado would have a fun friendship. Also, I JUST WANT PASTRY TO BE HAPPY

The coffee trio are great friends, but sometimes Espresso regrets their friendship when they start teasing him about his relationship with Madeleine.

Purple Yam, Milk, and Mala Sauce are adventurer buddies who are always ready for any challenge, including any challenge Purple Yam creates due to his eternal rage.

Lilac is quickly learning that being a bodyguard for the person you are dating and are supposed to assassinate can be very stressful.

Someone once said to Eclair, "If you love relics so much, why don't you marry one?" and then he did. His cousins are proud of course, and luckily Earl Grey can be their wedding planner and Roguefort won't try to steal Tea Knight.

String Gummy discovers the moral dilemma of having to arrest a dimension-hopping time-criminal who also happens to be his long-lost sister.

Jungleberry is glad that Hollyberry has returned, but is starting to grow tired of her arriving drunk to every attempt at a royal family portrait. Princess and Knight are not helping the situation with their cheering at Hollyberry's juice-fueled antics.

Ovenbreak Gingerbrave and Kingdom Gingerbrave and their respective friend groups proudly sharing their respective adventures with each other.

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wanderlustmagician · 3 months

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ok here’s another writing prompt for you: what’s your favorite time (this can be of the day, or a season, or a holiday, etc, take your pick!) and how would you describe it?

Esteeeeee, I am absolutely living for these prompts :D the challenge of thinking through how to write these is so much fun.

Because I’m an Extra MF’er… I’m doing three :3

Favorite Time of Day: Golden Hour

As the sun begins to move downward in the sky, it brushes everything within its rays with the softest, burnished touch - turning everything sun-kissed and radiant. Every day, at nearly the same hour, the sun gives the earth a handwritten love letter in all the fading hues of resplendence, of fading melancholy. It fills the air with a glimmering magic that tingles in your fingers, drives you to dance and sing and create and live, live, live. It is the soft orange hues of the sun’s last bit of joy and the oncoming, somber blue tones of twilight - mixing to become the confusing weight that you feel bobbing in your chest. It is the warmth on your face and the coolness at your back. It is the feeling of water on my knees and my sister’s laugh in my ears. It is rolling my eyes at my brother’s jokes and the smell of the river in my nose. It’s the weight of expectation on my shoulders and the freedom of seeing the world through a lens - perfectly frozen, golden and beautiful and breathless.

Favorite Season: Winter

On this one, keep in mind that I live in the Deep South of the USA.

There’s a briskness in the air that nips at my heels and a stinging in my nose, fingers. It’s the dampness of the air that sings of laughter around a fire, of hugs so full of love my feet leave the ground, of my baby sister measuring herself against my back - joyous at finally being taller. It’s being surrounded by sodden ground under my feet, cold in the air but warmth in my stomach from the cocoa from my mother (and sneakily spiked by my sister) and joking complaints with my coworkers over cold feet. It’s the thrill of leaves crunching under my feet and the coziness that comes from snuggling under blankets and next to the soothing weight my dog, warm and content in the cool warmth of our home.

Favorite Holiday: Thanksgiving

The smell of bread fills my house and my brother jokes about how the rolls won’t make it out the door - my dog is under our feet, clingy in his love like Velcro, and my brother is forcibly but gently moving me out of the way to get to the coffee - and we laugh. There’s greetings being called like we didn’t see each other the day before, hugs being exchanged like it’s been years, and my grandfather waves me over to share my latest exploits in digging up our ancestry. My sister knocks her hip into mine, joking about how she’s going to eat all the dressing, and I’m so full of contentment that I nearly don’t have the room for dinner. My brothers are helping my nana up the stairs and my sisters heckling my grandfather, my uncle and dad scheme like they’re in their twenties and I’m a kid again. My mother, for the only time in our lives, mirrors my contentment. There’s love and support in the messages on my phone from the family I curated with my own hands, love in the room around me from the family I was born to, and love in me that’ll carry me through to the next year. Love smells like fresh bread and fresh coffee in the air, it tastes like candied yams and pecan pie on my tongue, and feels like memories shared over food made from passed down recipes and the warmth of a crackling fire in the fire pit.

How’d I do this time, Este? <3

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Reader comforting Daemon after the funeral. Instead of Rhaenyra, it's reader who goes to him on the beach

This has been a wip since the episode came out. I’m so sorry it took so long

It was beyond wrong to follow Daemon down to the beach after Laena's funeral, yet you did it. You eased your conscience by telling yourself you were looking out for him. He's had a couple cups of wine during the wake. Although Daemon could handle his alcohol, an accident happens quickly.

Daemon had never been a big fan of the water. He was a dragon-rider, a warrior. And, dragons were fire creatures, not water creatures. Yet, there he stood on the shore, watching the sea and its waves. Perhaps he felt connected to Laena through it as, following Velaryon traditions, her casket had been lowered into the sea during the funeral.

Your footfalls were quiet in the sand as you approached Daemon. He had sensed your presence, but the prince’s eyes remained on the sea. He looked dull and cold, very different from the warrior you once knew. In his defense, he was grieving his wife who he had seen burn and die before his eyes.

‘’I'm sorry for your loss, my prince. I have never married before, therefore I cannot know your pain, but I assume it is of the highest pains.’’

A wave came up the tide and he breathed in. ‘’Pain is pain, Lady Y/N.’’

‘’Very true. Although some pains do hurt more than others.’’

‘’You mean like that one time you were at court with the princess and walked into one of the handmaidens because you were looking at me? A bruise to the ego is embarrassingly painful, is it?’’

A tint of red crept on your cheeks. This had happened years ago. And Rhaenyra swore her uncle had not seen the scene. Apparently, she had been wrong. Unless she had lied to you?

Daemon’s voice pulled out from your head. ‘’Have you since recovered?’’

‘’What of? The look you gave me at court?’’ You shook your head, feeling like a young maiden again – mayhaps a little more confident. ‘’I'm afraid I never will.’’

Your flirting had the silver haired man glancing at you. He saw a door, an opportunity, and took it. ‘’We could do something to take your mind off it?’’

You left his question pending. Daemon was in a vulnerable mindset – lonely and mournful. Although he had been the one suggesting, in a way, you felt like you would be taking advantage of him.

‘’What of Laena?’’ you asked carefully, trying to be respectful of his late wife.

‘’She is no longer my wife.’’

You wrapped a hand around his arm and Daemon followed your touch with his eyes. ‘’Then what do you suggest, my prince?’’

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