#( he also loves his dad’s cooking )

[dirtytransmasc]

the Sully kids' reaction to Jake saying Spider "knew everything" breaks my heart.

they knew him better than anyone else, better than their parents. they knew his love for Eywa, for Pandora, for The People, for the clan, for their family. they knew he would never tell the RDA anything... not willingly at least.

they knew they were leaving because Spider would be tortured for information, he'd be forced to reveal their home, their plans, their numbers, their weaknesses. their brother would be tortured and they were being forced to leave him behind.

they knew they were being forced to find a new home, without their brother, because their dad knew he would be tortured.

[imaybe5tupid]

This bottle of Steven’s, awakens ancient feelings.

[riacte]

so hey guys i finished dungeon meshi yesterday and i'm still thinking about it

[we-are-inevitable]

btw in the restaurant au. if you even care. jack goes to culinary school because growing up, his dad always made incredible food, and he started puttering around the kitchen with him when he was like 5 years old. he always wanted to try better recipes and newer things, and his dad- though they didnt have much money- would always save up for good ingredients so jack could cook whatever his little heart desired. cooking was their time; i imagine his dad was a line cook or something, not at a fancy restaurant or anything but at a little diner, and cooking was Their thing. jack would spend all day with his mom, and as soon as his dad came home- no matter how tired he was of cooking, no matter how much he wanted to just go lay down- they would go to the kitchen and he would supervise jack as jack made dinner for everyone.

when jack’s mom gets sick, he’s 10 years old, and his dad has to cut back his time at the diner to take care of her, since jack is in school and can’t be there. this means they bring in less money, so they can’t really afford to pay for the fresh ingredients now; most of their meals at home are dollar store staples. hanburger helper, microwavable TV dinners, sandwiches- they genuinely don’t have the money to spend on fresh produce anymore, and even buying ground beef and chicken breasts is splurging that they can’t often afford.

they live on a shoestring budget until jack can get his first job at age 14. his mom beats cancer the first time, but they’re drowning in medical debt, so jack finds a job that will actually hire him despite not being 15 yet, and his first real job is working as a dishwasher at a restaurant down the street. he works nearly every day, and all of his money is given to his father, despite his father insisting that he doesn’t need a job, he shouldn’t have a job, he’s just a kid and his money should be going toward kid stuff and not paying his parent’s medical bills.

but jack refuses, so they keep it up. i think the only non-mom-related expenses jack has are food related,, sometimes he’ll stop in the little grocery store he would go to with his dad when they were younger and buy fresh vegetables and a little two pound roll of hamburger meat, just so they can at least have one meal that isn’t ready from a box. jack continues this until he’s fifteen, and by the time he turns 15, his mother’s cancer is back, even after only been beaten for a year, and it’s a lot worse.

jack drops out at 15, after having long conversations with his father, and though it breaks his father’s heart to see jack doing this, it’s unfortunately what needs to be done. jack drops out and gets another job on top of the dishwashing, and he ends up as a line cook at a fast food place. they’re able to pay the bills on jack’s paychecks, and get groceries with the little that jack’s dad makes from the days he’s able to work.

jack’s mom passes when he’s 16, leaving jack and his dad to cover both funeral and medical expenses. they’re drowning after that, both grieving in their own ways. jack’s father can barely get out of bed for weeks, but jack is back at work the day after his mother’s funeral because he knows they can’t risk falling behind on bills.

jack’s dad loved his mom so much. they were such a happy family before she got sick, which wasn’t her fault, none of this was ever her fault, but after she passes he’s completely out of commission. he can’t keep a job, he barely talks anymore, he drinks and drinks until jack can’t recognize him. it’s terrifying to watch, but jack gives him his time- he knows that eventually, his father is going to get back on his feet, and he’s going to be okay, and he’s going to go back to work and they’re going to get to relax and things will be fine again.

jack’s dad dies a few days after jack’s 18th birthday. they didn’t see it coming. the paramedics say it was a heart attack. jack likes to think of it as his mom needing his dad. it’s easier to stomach that way.

but that’s fine. everything is fine. jack, freshly 18, plans his second funeral and again, he’s back at work the day after putting his dad in the ground. he sells most of the furniture to have some extra cash. he finds a cheaper apartment in the bad part of town because he can’t afford a two bedroom when he’s just one kid. he has a bed, he has photos of his parents, and he has a kitchen. that’s all he needs.

the next few years pass with jack climbing the ranks in whatever restaurants he can get his hands on. he’s finally in a place where he can save for school, culinary school, and he has more restaurant experience under his belt by the time he’s 21 than most of his older coworkers do. he busts his ass and works so hard to put himself through school, and when he finally gets his certificate after everything, he can rest. he starts applying to different high end restaurants, and he works as a cook in a nice steakhouse for a while, but he doesn’t like his coworkers and knows he deserves more than being miserable.

when he hears about a new restaurant opening in the area, some “high end” burger joint called Pulitzer’s, he throws his hat in the ring with an application and is hired on as the lead chef at the age of 25.

he’s 26 when a new server named David Jacobs is hired, and things start looking up.

[emily-mooon]

Imagine if Stacey and Neil actually met in high school except they didn’t go to the same school: they met through Kid Chameleon.

One night, Scott brings Stacey to one of their shows and it just so happens that Stephanie (or Steph) brought Neil with her.

Since they were both the youngest people there (Neil’s 17, Stacey’s 16 till December), they decided to talk to each other and they hit it off.

Stacey also develops a bit of a crush on Neil and would always ask Scott if Steph was going to bring her brother with her again, as she wanted to see him and didn’t know if there was another way.

Then one morning, she discovers that they take the same TTC bus and from then on they talk before and after school and become sorta friends. At this point, Neil also starts developing a crush on her.

Things stayed like that for about two months until Neil and his mom moved places (as I agree with the headcanon that the Nordegraf siblings have divorced parents) so they would no longer take the same bus in the morning or after school. They still have Kid Chameleon shows to meet up and talk at right? Ha ha wrong cause at New Years, the famous break up between Scott and Envy happens which in turn, also breaks up the band.

That whole break up was the nail in the coffin that strained Neil and Stacey’s kinda friendship. They didn’t have the others phone number cause they were both too shy to ask and also cause they both kept forgetting.

There also wasn’t a whole ton of opportunities to ask either of their siblings for their phone numbers so they just gave up and went on with their lives.

But then why didn’t they recognize the other in the like three times there were in the same room together? Easy answer: Stacey was distracted by everything around her to even notice Neil, who in turn, was slowly disappearing into the crowd and fully did by the time it was Lisa’s going away dinner.

So when they see each other again properly at the Chaos Theater, something clicks and they fall back into where they once were two years ago. To them it felt like a decade, but no it was just two years. They catch up on what they missed in the others lives on the walk home.

After that these dorks start dating cause the feelings were still there, just buried deep, left dormant, and forgotten. They came back but slightly different as people change.

[myreygn]

modern au dad askeladd except he's not an actual dad but this random kid shows up to his house every day and tries to have beef over the closed food store askeladd bought and turned into an antiquarian store. turns out the food store used to be run by the kid's father until he passed away which is very sad of course but also askeladd is not gonna cooperate with some brat that borderline harasses him day by day. only that he can't call the cops because he kinda has a turbulent past and if they find out he's filling his store with stolen goods it's gonna become a huge problem. and note to destiny, the stupid kid finding out is not that great either because now he has to hear it out if he doesn't wanna go to prison and also he should probably learn the demon child's name while he's at it. shenanigans ensue.

[softquietsteadylove]

You get so many specific prompts, so I thought maybe it might be fun to send you a prompt with just a few words so you can write ANYTHING you want for them, in any au or in canon! (And obviously if muse doesn’t strike feel free to skip lol but if you like this i’ll keep sending them!) words for this one: sunshine, gratitude, eyes

"Hey."

Gil smiles as she finds her place next to him. They're not on watch, he just would rather be out here than on Ajak's mission to socialise with the humans. "Hey, Sunshine."

She laughs, because she thinks it's funny that he calls her these things. Like it's a sweet joke, just between the two of them. He calls her that because it suits her--describes her. "Admiring the view?"

Honestly, the planet is...dull. Not that Sersi wouldn't have a whole dissertation with which to correct him on that. But he hasn't yet seen enough of it to think it's this truly marvellous place. "I like the water."

"Hm," Thena muses beside him, also taking in the shades of green and blue below them. The scent of the salt travels upward and the breeze of it rustles her hair. "There is something calming about it."

Gil isn't sure if he would describe it as calming. He always looks down at the waves crashing into a cliff as a tumultuous and violent thing. He thinks they should fear and respect the sea, but keep their distance. "You think?"

But Thena nods, soaking in its majesty. "The humans have claimed the earth they need, plots of land and spaces for their settlements. But no one owns the sea."

No, that is true. The waters of this planet are unencumbered, threatening to swallow up the landmasses by domination but always receding as per the moon's orders.

Thena bumps his hip with hers.

He chuckles, "what?"

She tilts her head, and it is unfair for someone so deadly to be so charming. "You're ruminating."

"I am not," he laughs off, but she's caught him fair and square.

"Share your thoughts," she prompts him, pursing her lips as a playfulness comes over her, "oh great tyrant king, Gilgamesh."

He rolls his eyes and huffs at her poking fun. As if her joy is not his joy also. "We shouldn't take the ocean lightly. It's dangerous, no matter how calm the beach waves might look at times."

"I'm not taking it lightly," she replies easily, and he gets the sense that she's heard and understood all the thoughts in his head. "I see it for what it is--the force behind it."

They both look out into the bay, where the gentle lapping of waves against the shore gives way to the rough and choppy texture of endless depth. Those waters will see plenty of Deviant carcasses, too deep for the humans to ever find.

"But I accept that along with this part," she moves her head in the other direction, nodding to where Sersi is showing a human family how to cast a net. The young ones giggle with glee and their joy makes the Elemental Eternal glow from within. "They are both part of the sea. I think that only adds to its beauty."

Beauty, Gilgamesh thinks, is not so simple a thing. He struggles to describe things as beautiful. A sunrise or a sunset merely exists, the sea is the colour it is because of the sediment in the water, the sky changes per the hour sometimes.

But he sees the light shining off Thena's eyes, constricting her pupils and bringing out the green colour of them. The darker rim around the iris, the jade colours swirling more calmly. That, he thinks, is beauty.

"Gil?" Thena asks, pulling him from his silence.

He smiles, because she's good at making him smile. "I guess I see what you mean."

"I for one am thankful for the cooling breeze the water offers," she states more clearly and lightly, moving away from the contemplative. She inhales as another wave crashes below and causes an updraft.

Gil unfolds his arms so he can move some of her hair off her shoulder and away from tickling her face needlessly. She looks at him and he withdraws, exhausted from the affection. "I don't have to be thankful to a body of water."

Thena laughs, and it's a very cute laugh for a Goddess of War. "There must be something for which you're thankful."

Her. It's always her. If she knew the degree to which he focused his thoughts on her surely she would recoil.

"Hm?" she prods, sliding closer until he can feel her much smaller arm against his thicker one. Their shoulder plates clink together and she celebrates getting a laugh out of him. "Anything?"

He looks at her unabashedly now. If he could tell her that she is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, he would. Far more than any of their travels to this planet, far more than any natural phenomenon here now, he would. "I guess there is something."

"Something?"

"Someone," he amends quickly, and it seems to make his point. She smiles down at the water below, something like shyness coming over her.

Her hands clasp behind her back, "I'm sure they're thankful for you, too."

He snorts, "I don't know about that."

"Well," Thena angles herself towards him before rising onto her toes, "I am."

Gilgamesh lets her bend to press her lips to his cheek. He does it passively, letting her delicate hands balance her against his shoulder and his elbow. He leans ever so slightly for her, but that's it. He doesn't want to encourage this. He'll lose all sense, if he does.

"Shall we?" she prompts him, turning in the direction of their own.

"Fine," he grunts, but follows her like she has him on a leash. His steps are heavy and slow behind her light and graceful ones. If something were to approach from behind, let it face him first before so much as getting a glimpse of her.

"You should tell Ajak you are warming to the planet," Thena suggests lightly. "She seems quite bewitched by it. To say nothing of Sersi."

Gilgamesh has to constantly stop himself from telling Ikaris that he will never fully capture Sersi's heart away from this planet and the people residing here.

"We have much of it to see," she looks over her shoulder at him. "Perhaps somewhere you would like more."

He thinks all of this planet will look the same--feel the same. He shrugs.

Thena doesn't take offense to his lack of contribution. She looks forward again, "Ajak says we will abandon the ship entirely the more humans perceive us."

Gil doesn't entirely trust Ajak. He thinks she means well, but he also thinks that there are times when she doesn't tell them all she knows.

"I know you will miss our refuge away from them."

Gil uncrosses his arms, moving more deliberately to walk beside his partner. "So long as they don't ask me to join in any dancing, then fine."

Thena laughs, letting him capture her hand in his. "I'll defend you from such trials."

Then he has no qualms, no matter where they go, or how long they stay on this blue and green marble. If she is with him, then he can face anything.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya once jokingly referred to Bennett as 'Bennett Guildson' in lightly scolding him over endangering himself, and Bennett most Definitely considered making that his actual name on his official Adventurer's Guild paperwork, send post-

[gooopy]

can i know abt scully!!!

!!!!!! OUUPIOUOOUUUGHHH GHOOGGHHG !!!!!! TYYY FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!! scullys awesome he is an oc ive had for a bit and had a lotta time to develop and is also a revamped version of an old oc from when i was young trying to avoid making mary sues!! ohh i likesss him hes awesome

so scully is a he/him butch lesbian with soso many issues and problems and shit. he was raised by his pa, a stern bitter old veteran, and scullys ma ran off after he was born. his pa was hard on him, he wanted a son anyhow and when scully started acting masculine he thanked God for givin him a broken daughter and started teaching scully how to be a man. unfortunately this included such beautiful wonderful things such as 'men dont cry' and 'caring for animals makes you look weak' and stuff like that. as a kid scullys pa started getting sick, and they were too poor to do anything about it living in a shack that his pa built, so scully dropped out of middle school and picked up an apprenticeship with a local butcher!!!! his pa was bedridden, so scully took the laz-e-boy that his pa usually slept in, started working, started smoking, and started cooking. his pa told him that cooking was a womans job but he was busy dying in bed and scully was able to steal the scraps from his job so they got by. scullys dad died, and scully dug his pa's grave and nailed together two boards to make a cross and he didnt cry. he just started sleeping in the bed again

but thats all background shit because nowadays this is whats important: scully would throw himself into a volcano if a woman told him to. he falls so utterly head over heels for any gal who so much as looks his way its FUCKED. in school the gals realized this and got him beatin other people up for their lunch money and scully was happy to do it. nowadays he would give a lady the shirt off his back for a kiss blown his way. he holds doors for people and he stumbles over his words and he talks while he smokes by tucking the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. he cooks a lot now, the kitchen in that little shack slowly taking over the whole place like a mold, and he feeds the scraps and bone and gristle to the stray dogs and cats.

he was an angry cruel kid and he was tempered into a kind, awkward, super mega autistic adult. AND! he brews the scariest hooch ever in his house its so scary looking dont drink it. he can still hold his own in a fight but will just take the hits unless its to help a lady, in which case he is letting out years of trauma and anger on your face to turn it into ground beef. hes awesome he has so many issues and he sucks and i love him. i havnt managed to shove him fully into the ebautiful world of tf2 yet (he originated from disco elysium!) but i think it would be funny if hes dating scouts ma and now scout has a new stepdad who keeps trying to be his pal but doesnt got a handle on the whole 'fatherhood' thing as a concept yet.

I DONT HAVE AN UP TO DATE REF OF HIM BUT YOU MUST KNOW THAT HE HAS BIG BEAUTIFUL BROWN COW EYES !!!!!! hes awesome hes fucked up. i have another drawing of him beating someone up but ill post that seperately because its got blood

[teakoodrawz]

Cap'n : *sigh...*

Sweet : what?

Cap'n : nothing..

Sweet : you don't like the food?

Cap'n : I love the pepper steak and mashed potatoes with wine like it's one of the classic expensive food! but ironically I miss eating rice with only sugar so much right now.

Sweet : ????@%^&!%&&*(#&(?!!?!?

[noahtally-famous]

hot take (maybe??? idk how much of a "hot" take this is lmao):

out of the two of them: dave's good at cooking, but shawn's better at baking

[techniiciian]

matt is very food motivated ( i’ve said this so many times ) that being said there is NO FOOD that matt will go crazy for more than HAN’S FOOD .

the stew han makes ? matt is there in the kitchen watching , waiting , excited , eager to devour it while it’s still piping hot .

when han cooks corellian tradition sweets and treats ? matt is sampling and testing and sneaking bites . he has to be forcibly removed and barred from the kitchen at times .

while matt isn’t a chef by any means all the foods he knows how to make are ones han has taught him how to make .

safe to say if han is in the kitchen then matt is in the kitchen too . — @stillsolo

[spring-lxcked]

genuinely was thinking abt william in his SB verse still cooking meals generally considered to be family meals because that's what he was accustomed to cooking, got sad, and then remembered that i can not feel bad for this dude

[goldeneyedgirl]

So....more of baby-verse?

Y'all are going to come for me when you see the Official Babyverse and it is nothing like what I'm posting. But I did whip this up for you to enjoy.

And tumblr ate the ending (never write fic directly on tumblr guys; you will lose it), so it's not perfect.

The quiet of the house is almost unnerving to him, as he carefully gathers up the toys discarded on the floor of his study. Alice had warned the entire family not to go overboard, but they had ignored her and now Ollie's toys seemed to occupy every room. Esme tried to keep everything under control with baskets, but there was always another block, another truck, another little wooden animal to find.

It was one of the rare weekends where he was home alone - Carlisle and Esme were off hunting right up in Canada, Emmett and Rosalie had taken a couple of weeks to go to New York, and Edward was most likely at the Swans, helping Bella make wedding plans.

Usually that meant Alice would be at the Cullens with Ollie - and he loved and looked forward to those nights where they could just live in the moment like a normal young family - Alice would make dinner, Ollie would tear through the house like a whirlwind, and it was just a night of simple joys. That had even been the plan until Alice had found out her father was getting an award at the school he taught at, and had wanted his daughters to be present at the dinner.

It was a no-brainer that he would take Ollie for the weekend; it wasn't the first that he'd been alone caring for his son, but Ollie was firmly in what David Brandon called the 'terrible twos', and far more active than the last time he hadn't had a second pair of hands. It had been a long-ass night of getting a giggling two-year-old into the high chair, to feed him the dinner that Alice had brought over (he might have a handle on many of the aspects of childcare, but preparing edible food was something that he just could not get a handle on - anything more complicated than juice and a cut-up banana was just inviting trouble), to get him bathed and tucked into his crib.

But there was something terribly satisfying about it, even as Ollie darted into Rosalie and Emmett's room to wriggle under their bed dripping bathwater everywhere, because of his boy's sheer happiness. There was no fear or apprehension, just a baby's innocent joy and a constant stream of baby-babble. Even at bedtime, rubbing his eyes and demanding his plush bear and 'Mama', he hadn't been distressed. Just tired and irritable. But he'd gone to bed agreeably, singing to himself for a little while before he had dozen off. Hell, he'd even left Ollie's pacifier in the bag - Alice would be delighted.

Finishing the tidying, Jasper stretched out on the couch. Edward and Emmett had both made jokes about Jasper fucking this up now that Oliver was known to get into anything, anywhere, and Rosalie had been dubious about the plan. But everything was fine. The dishes were done, the toys were cleaned up, and Ollie was asleep. It was genuinely disappointing Alice wasn't coming over tonight; they could have squeezed in some kind of micro-date night. Ice cream and dancing in his study wasn't much and he felt bad that he and Alice never seemed to make it out to their fancy Seattle dates, but Alice was always happy, and that was always the goal. The little whimper was headed into a wail when Jasper finally realised what the sound was, and ventured into the room opposite the study; it was ostensibly Alice's room, but Esme had paused the work on Ollie's bedroom for wedding planning, so they had set up his crib at the end of the bed. And he was standing up with his bear, teary-faced and worried in his bright blue and yellow footie pyjamas. "Daddy," Ollie whimpered, reaching up for him, and it was a moment that made Jasper freeze entirely, staring down at his crying son. There was never a moment when Jasper didn't claim Oliver as his own; more than one Forks' gossip had mentioned Ollie, or spotted the photo of him and Alice on his phone screen, or the photo of Ollie haphazardly crammed into his wallet, and he had confirmed that yes, Oliver was his son. His boy. It was an abstract concept, on that made panic prick at him a little. That there was this vulnerable human baby, and he was responsible for him. The fact that Alice was his partner and co-conspirer in keeping Oliver happy and healthy was one of his main reassurances. There was absolutely nothing that Alice could not do, and her complete certainty in every single choice regarding their child - whether it was something small like the brand of shampoo they used, to the bigger things like schools and their future - gave him the confidence that maybe this would be one of those things he could do. The thing that he could hold close and look back on as knowing he had done his best and his best was enough. 

But Ollie had never called him Daddy - Alice referred to Jasper as such when talking to Ollie, but Ollie had never taken up the term. And it hadn’t worried him - he was absent in those early days, and Alice still lived with her parents and spent the majority of her time there (Esme had been hinting that everyone would be fine if Alice moved in permanently, but Alice wasn’t ready for that. They had talked about the future in detail, and their plan was to be living together full-time by the time Ollie started school. And - the part he didn’t want to admit to Esme - was that if they were still in Forks then, it would be the Brandon’s house he would most likely move to, not the other way around.)

Ollie called Alice ‘-Ama’ first, having a hard time with the first ‘m’. His first word had been ‘up’, demanding a cuddle. And Jasper had become ‘Ja’ or ‘Jas’, mimicking Alice, and fitting in with what Ollie called the rest of the family - Rosalie was secretly smitten with the way Ollie called for his ‘Ro’, and Edward loathed being called ‘Ed’ but knew better than to correct Ollie or take it up with Alice. 

But Daddy? That was… that was a lot more than a name or title. It was a promise, a declaration of something that felt much larger than Jasper felt capable of providing. That was… that was like the way he called Alice ‘mama’ when he was sleepy, curled in her arms as she read him some painfully repetitive bedtime story, when he had his bottle and just fell asleep sprawled across her with the absolute trust of the young. The way he clung to his bear when he got worried or nervous. It was a big thing, and it made Jasper feel very very old and impossibly young. 

Ollie let out another whimper, and his instincts kicked in, to scoop up his boy and hold him carefully close; the rocking motion Alice used kicking in subconsciously as Ollie let out little hiccuping cries and buried his face against Jasper’s shoulder.

Daddy. It was… it was something warm, somehow impossibly strong and certain but also very fragile in his mind. A gesture of trust and affection and happiness. Something he would only get offered once. 

And he could only try.  

“It’s okay, Ollie, I’ve got you,” he said, pressing a stray kiss into his son’s hair. “I’ve got you.”

[todayisafridaynight]

How is Mine as a husband? Or do we only see him as a dad?

hold up which one of yall is seein him as a dad ????? 😭