#Breakfast Table

[retrofightingrobot]

Les Miserables book scene.

Recreated from memory, it’s been years. Pretty sure Cosette didn’t need to actually eat it.

How the heck do I draw Wolverine?

[huariqueje]

Emmanuelle and Efi - Nathanaëlle Herbelin , 2024.

French-israeli , b. 1989 -

Oil on canvas , 90 x 90 cm.

[donewithnothing]

[peaceinthestorm]

Patrick William Adam (1854-1929, Scottish) ~ The Breakfast Table, 1922

[Source: LotSearch]

[fidjiefidjie]

📰 "Breakfast table" ☕️

Série "Revisiting Rockwell"

Photo, illustration 📷 ©Maggie Meiners

👋 Bel après-midi

[crimsonwolf715]

Parting Words of Regret

(Alternately, Jason left Damian with the LoA to start getting revenge on Bruce and the others who wronged him in Gotham. He reunited with his little brother upon returning to his family, but things aren’t the same.)

Damian’s studying in his room. 

“Hey, buddy,” Jason says from behind him. 

“Hello,” Damian replies, turning to face Jason. “Why do you look guilty? Did you spike Ommi’s coffee again?” 

Jason smiles. “No, nothing like that. I just have something I wanna talk to you about.” 

“What is it?” 

“I have to go.” 

“Go where?” 

“Going to do some training before I go back to Gotham.” 

“So you’re not coming back?” 

“I am coming back, just once I’ve dealt with Bruce.” 

Damian’s face gets hard. “So you’re not coming back. You and I both know that if Grandfather couldn’t beat him, then you can’t.” 

“I know him better than Ra’s does.” 

“Don’t go.” 

“You know I have to. I’m sorry that I have to leave you.” 

“No, you’re not. Go.” 

“Damian…” 

“Go deal with your strife and we can talk once it’s done.” 

Jason pulls Damian into a hug, which Damian barely accepts. “I’ll see you soon.” 

“Don’t make that promise.” 

Two years Later

It’s been a long three months. Three months since Jason joined back into the Wayne family. Damian made no sign that he recognized Jason, so Jason’s been pretending that he doesn’t recognize his little brother. Jason’s reading in the living room of the manor because he’s waiting on Bruce to show up so he can try to talk him out of making him get a GED. Damian storms into the house and goes straight for Jason. He almost gets to Jason when he stops. He gets this angry kitten look, then turns and storms upstairs. Jason feels a pang of sadness and shifts uncomfortably. 

Bruce walks in. “Where did Damian go?” 

Jason points to the stairs. 

“He got suspended for fighting.” 

“That’s what he was taught to do when he has a problem, but I find it unlikely that he started a fight.” 

“Why? I mean, I know he didn’t start the fight, but what makes you think that?” 

“Common sense,” Jason answers, dodging the real answer as best he can. 

Bruce heads up the stairs and Jason decides that it isn’t worth having this fight today. Jason heads into the kitchen and starts making a sandwich. Tim comes down. 

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” Jason asks. 

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” Tim replies. 

“Fair. Do you want a sandwich?” 

“No, I ate lunch at a normal time, not two o’clock in the afternoon.” 

“Lucky you, I guess.” 

“I do have a meeting to go to, so I’ll be back.” 

“Bye, Tim.” 

Tim heads out and Jason ends up spending the rest of the day in his room, skipping dinner. All the little things are really getting to him concerning Damian. He’s used to his little brother running over to very aggressively tell him that they have to spar or he’ll commit a murder. Or that he’s just been struggling with his grandfather’s impossible standards for him. Damian would tell him everything. He ends up falling asleep without coming to a consensus on what he’s gonna do considering he hasn’t slept much the last week. 

The explosion buries Jason in debris. He can’t breathe, he struggles to get out from under the rubble. He feels himself losing consciousness and he cries out for his dad one time before losing consciousness. 

Jason wakes up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. He sees a small pair of eyes at his door. 

“Dami?” 

“Are you alright?” Damian asks. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Jason answers between breaths. 

“Alright, goodnight.” 

Jason’s door shut and footsteps retreating. Tears spring up in Jason’s eyes and he aggressively tries to rub them away.

I deserve that. I left a little kid.  

Jason lays back down and tries to fall asleep again. Instead, he spends the rest of the night wide awake. He’s exhausted, but he can’t seem to fall asleep. 

“Jason, breakfast!” Dick shouts. 

Jason groans, then gets up and heads downstairs. 

“You look…” Dick starts, but Jason cuts him off. 

“Comment on it, and I’m going to take out your knees.” 

Jason sits down at the breakfast table and everyone’s there. Jason glances at his watch and remembers that it’s a Saturday. Breakfast is rowdy, but Jason avoids talking to anyone. Dick keeps trying to make conversation with him, but he shuts it down with one to three word answers. He gets up and heads down to the Batcave to blow off steam and hopefully tire himself out enough to sleep. He doesn’t tire himself out enough and he spends the day mostly like a zombie. 

That night on patrol, a major villain attacks, bringing all hands on deck for damage control. Jason’s dealing with civilians when he sees Damian running. Damian trips and falls, and he looks terrified. 

“Damian!” Jason runs towards his younger brother and scoops him up quickly. 

Damian blinks slowly. “Jay?” 

“Yeah, I’m here. You’re safe.” 

Damian grabs his jacket and puts his head on Jason’s chest. “Don’t leave me again, please.” 

“Is Robin okay?” Tim asks. “He got hit with a gas and he made a run for it immediately.” 

“I’ve got Robin, he’s alright,” Jason says. “I’m gonna take him home.” 

“Do that,” Bruce replies. “I don’t want him in harm's way if he’s been gassed. Run blood tests when you get back. If he needs it, get him to Leslie.” 

“I will.” 

Jason takes Damian back to the Batcave and easily distracts Damian so he can get his blood. 

“That’s it,” Jason says. “That was easy.” 

“What was easy?” Dick asks. “How is he?” 

“Still fine, and getting blood.” 

It gets quiet on comms. Jason ignores it and starts running tests, keeping Damian held against his chest. 

“How did you do that easily?” Dick asks. “I need you to teach me that.” 

“Maybe later,” Jason replies. “His blood’s got some drugs, but none that will do any lasting damage.” 

“That’s good,” Tim says. 

“Keep an eye on him, Hood,” Bruce says. “At least till I get back.” 

“Will do, boss. Signing off.” 

Jason pulls his comm out. “Do you wanna change?” 

Damian nods, so Jason puts him down. The two change, then Jason picks Damian back up. He carries him upstairs and they settle down on the couch. Damian falls asleep not long after getting settled. Jason runs his hand through Damian’s hair, careful not to make contact with the healing injury near the front of his scalp. He makes sure to keep up on where Damian’s injuries are. 

“I’m sorry I left you, buddy,” Jason whispers. 

Damian makes a soft noise and turns a bit, but doesn’t wake up. Jason’s chest feels tight and he forces back tears. He pulls Damian a little closer and puts his cheek against Damian’s head. 

“I love you.” 

Jason ends up falling asleep too. He wakes up hearing the door slam shut. The sun is out, so he slept for a while. 

“I’m here!” Dick calls out. 

Jason looks and Damian’s still asleep. 

“Shut up, Dickie,” Jason hisses. 

Dick pokes his head into the room and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. 

“Don’t you even…” 

“Awww. Look at you two.” 

Jason glares at him until he raises his hands. 

“I’m gonna go find Dad. Love you, Jay.” 

“Get out.” 

Dick goes upstairs, so Jason returns his attention to Damian. He gently picks his younger brother up and takes him up to his room. Once he’s covered up and still soundly sleeping, Jason heads to his room. He spends an hour in the shower, then heads down to the Batcave. He starts wrapping up his hands so he can punch the punching bag. Damian comes down and goes right over to Jason. 

“Hey,” Jason says. 

“May I speak with you privately?” Damian asks Jason. 

Jason stops mid-taping up his hands. “You mean without cameras? Because we’d have to take a walk.” 

“That is fine with me.” 

“M’kay, let me finish this up and we can go,” Jason replies, continuing to tap up his hands. 

Damian walks over and holds out his hand. Jason hands him the tape without hesitation. Damian starts taping up his hands quicker than Jason was doing it, but just as carefully. Jason smiles a little as his brother finishes taping up his hands. 

“You’re slow. Let’s go.” 

Jason gets up and follows Damian upstairs to the living room. Damian grabs a jacket and offers Jason his. 

Jason takes it. “Thank you.” 

Once they’re out of the house, Damian sighs. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” 

“Don’t want to do what anymore?” Jason asks. 

“Pretending that we didn’t know each other before. You seem to want to, but I don’t want to keep this up.” 

“Hey, I just did it because you didn’t act like you recognized me when I got back.” 

Damian cuts his eyes at Jason. “I did it when you first came back. Like to Gotham.” 

“Oh. Well, I feel stupid. I never want you to do something you don’t want to do, buddy. Except eat your vegetables.” 

“It’s just cauliflower and it tastes horrible,” Damian replies. “You can’t make me eat it.” 

Jason smiles and puts a hand on Damian’s shoulder. “I was just thinking about how I couldn’t keep this up.” 

“Because of yesterday?” 

“Straw that broke the camel's back.” 

“So we’re going to stop this weird act?” Damian asks. 

Jason nods. 

“Good, I’m far past sick of it. Mother’s been wanting to talk to you since you came.” 

“Oh yeah, not dealing with that right now. I’m still too tired for that. Tell her I’ll call her when I’m up for it.” 

“Sure, that’ll blow over well.” 

“What is she gonna do?” 

Damian shrugs, even though his face says he does know the answer. “We should get back before someone comes looking.” 

“Yeah, come on. You gotta hold my hand while we cross the street.” 

“I will kill you.” 

“I love you too, buddy.” 

“Love you.” 

They head back to the manor, Jason holding Damian’s hand.

[cosmicobubisi]

Cosmic's Malleyuu Whump vs Flufftober: Day 26

breakfast table / "I can't find it."

Continued from day 24.

Mornings had never been particularly kind to Grim, at least as far back as he could remember He'd found a routine he liked, though, with his precious henchman, and so often he was reluctant to break it even if it meant finding an adventure in some exciting part of the world.

As he lay blearily on top of Diasomnia's long dining hall table, he tried to remember why it was he had agreed to do this, and put the fate of the most important meal of the day in the hands of a group of technologically inept fae.

Yuu was looking down at their phone, screen illuminating their very sleepy face. Thy were wrapped up in their sleep shawl, disheveled after the long sleepover last night.

Grim was, in his infinite generosity, trying to help Yuu out with their little crush.

It was so obvious, almost eye-rollingly so, Grim was going to report back to the rest of their friend group on the progress made in the Tsunotaro-Yuu relationship.

So often was it thankless work, too. Yuu rarely fully appreciated all of the work he did to get them into these scenarios with Tsunotaro, but he did it anyway, because they deserved it regardless.

There was a sudden loud noise heard from the kitchen. Grim's ears flattened to his head, more out of bewilderment over what in cooking could cause that noise over any concern for the chefs, and Yuu looked up from their phone.

"Curses," Grim could hear Sebek yell through the walls. "I am unable to find the food processor. Has anyone seen it?"

"Everything alright in there?" said Yuu. They pushed back on their chair and got up. "I can-"

Tsunotaro suddenly appeared, messy in a way Grim rarely saw him. His hair was sticking up in odd places, and the frilly apron he wore that was obviously too short for him was covered in splotches and dust.

"Thank you very much for your offer," he said, the words tumbling out of him so quick;y that Grim barely understood him, "but there shall be no need for your help, as we have it perfectly under control."

With that, Tsunotaro vanished again, and Yuu was staring off into the distance.

They blinked, and then sat down, slowly settling into their tired, bored slouch.

Yuu yawned into their hand, and they scrunched their nose trying to stretch out their sore, tired muscles, and Grim decided to do the same.

As he did, quivering with the force of the stretch, Yuu gave him a pat on the head and a stroke across his back. Grim smiled and purred into the touch, encouraging Yuu to go back for more.

They did just that, and Grim purred happily as Yuu kept petting him until something clanged down next to him/

Grim jumped, stumbling back a bit not in surprise but in an attempt to get out of the way of the mouthwatering plates of food, stacked high with a variety of delicious-smelling food.

Tsunotaro and his attendants, Lilia, Silver and Sebek, had suddenly appeared as well, and Silver and Sebek were setting down the plates at all of the chairs, including Grim and Yuu's, and he couldn't help but feel newly hungry at the amazing sight.

It even smelled good, fried and breakfast-y, and Grim approached ot take a bite.

It was only once he was a hair away from sinking his teeth into a delicious sausage that he thought to look up. where Yuu had a sausage speared onto their fork and was holding it up to their face.

The Diasomnia members began to sit down, but Tsunotaro seemed as tense as ever as his quaking voice came out of his body.

"That is blood sausage," said Tsunotaro nervously, stiff and uncomfortable as realization spread across Yuu's face. "This is a traditional peasant breakfast, but I've eaten variations of this for most of my life."

It was possibly because Grim already knew, but his crush was so obvious, it was almost hard to watch. At least he could provide.

He took a bite out of the fried egg, testing it for Yuu so they could feel confident it wasn't poisoned, and felt surprised when he immediately wen back for more, eating readily and happily.

Yuu seemed empowered by Grim's testing, or perhaps it was solely his bravery, and took a bite out of the bacon before nodding.

The Diasomnia crew looked so visibly relieved, Grim had hardly noticed the effect it was having on him, having made the air tense and uncomfortable.

Grim saw Yuu shyly mix their red beans and sausage, to their own delight, and Yuu looked so satisfied Grim decided he had to do the same.

He found it equally delightful, and began trying many combinations of flavors with the various fried egg, sausage, bacon, red beans, and tomato sections of his food.

Tsunotaro, Grim noticed, was also eating, though in a vastly different way.

It seemed Tsunotaro could not have cared more about the food on his plate, despite the apparent hard work to make it. No, his attention was trained carefully on Yuu, gauging their reaction to his food with a level of attention Grim found unnerving.

But at least he was looking at Yuu, and so Yuu would be pleased, and that's what really mattered, in the end.

"Are y' enjoying your meal, Yuu?" asked Grim, chewing on a bit of egg.

Yuu nodded enthusiastically, as their mouth was full of food, and from the corner of his eye, Grim could see the sun rise on Tsunotaro's face.

"I am glad," mumbled Tsunotaro, ducking his head to look at the food on his plate.

Grim could have worn he'd seen Tsunotaro blush, but that didn't seem obvious with his darkened skin color.

Tch. Stupid teenagers, as usual. Grim was happy to stick it out here with the kid that didn't wanna leave them alone.

[sam-loves-seb]

home is such a lonely place [ 3.9k | 1/1 | rated: m ]

"I just don't understand why you have to go there." Mickey pulls a clean shirt over his head. "Not askin' you to understand." He grabs his jeans off the floor. "Just tellin' you where I'll be." Ian sits on their bed, arms crossed as he shakes his head. "You really think this is a good idea?" "Fuck no." Mickey does up his button and zipper. "I never said it was a good idea. I said it's something I have to do." "Yeah, but why?" Mickey swipes his phone and wallet off the dresser. "Just do."

// s10: mickey sees his father for the first time in years

whumptober 2024 -- day 26

[crazy-dane-art]

Lost appetite

[circassiancafeart]

Special breakfast in the garden of the house.

[huariqueje]

The Breakfast Table - Emanuel Phillips Fox ⁠, 1907.

Australian , 1865-1915

Oil on canvas on board, 72 x 101.5 cm. 28 1/4 x 39 3/4. in.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.

"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[rookie-lou]

Forget-Me-Not, Whumptober day 26

Chapter 26: A life that Doc didn't remember

Doc faces his fear and goes into the guest room. Desperately trying to remember, he finds an unexpected box in his room.

[starthornisscratching]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters SPECIAL | Pokemon Adventures Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Odamaki Sapphire | Sapphire Birch/Ruby, Franticshipping Characters: Ruby (Pokemon Adventures), Odamaki Sapphire | Sapphire Birch Additional Tags: Norman Bashing (Pokemon Special), Whump, Angst, Ruby Needs a Hug (Pokemon Special), Complicated Relationships, Abusive Parents, Whumptober 2024, Prompt: Breakfast Table, Prompt: I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved the actions I have hated., introspective, Emotional Baggage, Gift Giving Series: Part 26 of Starthorn's Whumptober 2024 Summary:

Ruby is terrified that he's too much like his father, Sapphire always wants him to stay for breakfast.

(She should know that he can't stay.)

[the-graves-family]

No. 26: Breakfast Table 

If he can say anything nice about Aaron, at least, is that he can cook.

No one is happy with the current arrangement. Ideally, Adrian would stay at their family’s cabin whenever he visits, but it hadn’t worked out this time, with the hunting season and the renovations. So, Aaron’s couch.

The twins live close enough to visit easily, but far enough away that they can do their own thing without being bothered. Which is why, Adrian supposes, Aaron chose this house. Middle of nowhere, yet close enough to a town that his brother can go party or something. Whatever he does when he’s not being extremely unpleasant to everyone around him.

Adrian is not a morning person. He needs two cups of coffee before he’s even remotely functional, and he usually only deigns to get out of bed before noon when he’s on a job. Thankfully, this meant that for the past couple of days, he hasn’t had to interact much with his youngest brother. Luck’s always meant to run out, though, because today is one of Aaron’s days off, and the man gets up roughly at the same time as he does.

And, of course, there’s Ace.

Ever since laying eyes on him that first night, the older twin has not made any effort to come out of his room. He doesn’t answer the door, and the few times Adrian’s managed to catch him out, he’s thoroughly ignored. It stings a little, but it’s been like this for about five years.

So, due to some kind of fucked up joke on the universe's part, all three brothers are in the kitchen, having breakfast.

Adrian stares down at his coffee mug like it's the single most interesting thing in the room, right after the pancakes on his plate, pretending he can’t feel Ace's glare on him. Aaron's the only one who doesn't seem bothered at all, leaning back in his chair after waiting a probably worrying amount of pancakes, with a self-satisfied smirk. So, his default expression. Insufferable bastard. No one's speaking, and Adrian's ‘good morning’ had died on his lips when he'd felt the tense atmosphere.

Fuck, he hates this.

He can't remember the last time things had been easy between them. Maybe a decade ago, when the twins had been kids, but even then, there had been something wrong with—

Something wrong with Aaron. Of course. Everyone else had been fine. Aaron had been the one to ruin everything. Ace leaving, the terrible years after, the change in their brother when he’d come back. It was his fault.

“Y—” Adrian looks up at his youngest brother, feeling some type of way, annoyance bumbling to the surface, but it fizzles out immediately when he meets Aaron's eyes. Nothing. There is nothing behind them. The man has dropped his smile, and he's staring right at him with an empty face. 

Why is Aaron so much more fucking terrifying when he stops smiling?

Any sort of spark dies out, and Adrian looks back down at his coffee without saying anything. He feels like a coward, but there’s something about the younger twin that just makes all the alarms sound off in his head.

“What?” Aaron purrs, and he sounds like that damned smile is right back on his face. Adrian just shakes his head, mumbling a quiet ‘nothing’.

A glance at Ace is another immediate regret. His brother is glaring at him with an intensity that rarely used to see the light of day. Even without saying a word, the message is clear. Coward. The older twin had barely eaten anything, and he seemed about ready to go back to his room. Possibly right back to sleep, if the dark circles under his eyes are anything to go by.

Adrian can’t remember the last time Ace had talked to him—

Liar.

It’s safer to just look at his coffee and count down the seconds until breakfast is over.

[rialtoir]

Nightmares The Deutsche Bahn has launched the project "East-West-Passage" to establish new railway lines and make travelling easier and connect Germany like never before. At the forefront of the exploration are the senior railway officials Crozier and Fitzjames, married for almost 25 years now. They not only have to supervise a ragtag crew of tired railway officials and rowdy interns, but they also need to plan their anniversary - which is next month.

For @swanfloatieknight, @asparklethatisblue and @vastwinterskies who helped me out with the pet names :)