#f..fambly..

[catsbootleg]

★ imagine your f/o caring for you if you have the flu this season. just gently caring for and doting over you and making sure you're ok bc they worry about you. bc they love you so much and don't want anything bad to happen to you/don't want you to get worse. they'll get you anything you need, ok? just ask and they'll do/get anything for you. ★

that's it that's the post I'm done for today good night and merry christmas eve guys. or just have a very nice day for those who don't celebrate.

specific, yes, but also.

tis the season

[simcardiac-arrested]

can weg et some more FAM for the ahah, f a m in th eback???

*i am shot dead*

always ready for some famble @medi-bee

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 10/17/2023

started explaining why this one is a little lighter than last week's gallery wall behemoth bc of a uhhhh kind of dire week, personally and professionally speaking, but then realized when fic authors do that in front of chapters i don't actually care or require an excuse from them, im just delighted to have a new chapter.

listening

this is a deeply cheesy little folk song but the lyrics "man you name it and if we ain’t got it: we’ll get it" gave me a sensible chuckle.

now for a moment to expound upon houston: they truly have imported every possible food service establishment. the two chains i miss most from jersey, jersey mikes submarine sandwiches and 7-11 gas stations, are both here. i get that this is the fifth largest metro area in the US or whatever but both of these companies are SO niche. absolutely bonkers. spotify.

i think this started autoplaying after a playlist inspired by f/allout: new v/egas came on??

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reading

i originally had a very mean-spirited graf about the utility of a pool in northwestern massachusetts and the kind of person who can comfortably lose $31k, but it is genuinely awful that there are no rules around zelle. that money goes into a black fucking hole and there's no way to get it back, which is not the case for any other kind of recognized money except cryptocurrency

Did we confront Gary Kruglitz [the pool contractor]? Yes we did. We marched right into his office and grilled him hard until he defeated us with a simple and probing question: What's a zelle? It defied belief, we quickly realized, that a man who had been trapped in technological amber since the Nixon era was running a cyberscam designed to come between us and our money out of an AOL account.

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watching

Van Helsing (2004, dir. Sommers). this movie is horrible. this movie is terrific. i don't have anything to say about this movie bc i was distracted by equal opportunity tits and asses the entire time. the time of the “Kate Beckinsale in a corset” movie genre is long over but GOD. watched with my sister bc it's leaving tubi soon

playing

one week i will have the energy to try New Thing but until i do it’s genshin. there's a poetry event that has terribly boring minigames, but the story quest has finally tied a bow on a piece of folkore we came across in the very first release so that was fun!

wrapping up some stuff in sumeru bc im running out of map pins, this game has done one of the things i hate most: progress-locking one extremely long and tedious collectible hunt (the music gates) behind another extremely long and tedious collectible hunt (the robots locked in the vines). the next time i see one of those little fucking budget koroks i am going to drop kick it into the sun. what the fuck is the circumference of teyvat anyway. it feels like we have explored so little of this planet's surface

i have graphics turned down pretty low bc of performance issues on my elderly laptop and this is still such a remarkably pretty game. look at this big estuary leading off into the distance

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making

i wildly overextended myself this week, partially bc im trying to take advantage of this brief post-covid heightened immunity. lot of dinners. lot of late nights. on top of that BOTH of my siblings were in town for unrelated professional reasons this week :) no overlap so we did not have a nice fambly dinner :( but did have pretty okay separate dinners :) if they could learn to fucking communicate their trave plans and the number of peope that will be showing up at my home that would also be pretty okay >:(

one of the party games i played this week asked the question “what could you give a 40-minute PowerPoint presentation on” and i started saying facts about the downfall of the penn central railroad and they very nicely let me continue saying facts about the downfall of the penn central railroad, the largest bankruptcy in US history until ENRON, until the round timer went off.

i have some thoughts about Train Guys and how it's very easy to fall into being a Train Guy, bc there's a very easy template to follow, and there's a lot of Train Guy content, and have i been doing this bc i actually like trains, or bc it's easy to listen to Well There's Your Problem on repeat bc it's familiar and comforting, or do i just really really really fucking hate flying?

who could possibly say.

mackintosh update: allowed herself to be scooped up by my brother (who she met at christmas and loves) but did NOT allow herself to be pet by the strangers in his company. did hang out in the middle of the floor observing tho. a regular little extroverted socialite!

[crocodilenjoyer]

f..fambly….

[g0atmama]

uhhh tags i guess

🌠💖; solidarity - Peoples' ships that share an f/o with me

☄️💖; otp - Peoples' ships that do not share an f/o

🌌💖; fambly - Close friends' ships with F/O-in-laws

💞; Friends' OCs - OCs or S/I's of friends

ship; (ship name) - Ships such as Fall Out that are sort of typical phrases.

.house of glass - vent posts

[lordelmelloi2]

I've always been a bitch about the media I choose to let into my life but when it comes to why I still "play FGO" (see: log in every once in a while, say hi to my fambly and try to go through story chapters) ... its really just trying to get through the main story at this point. Like I do want to see whatever FGO is trying to do but also, I skip events like CCRAAAZZYYYY, I skipped that Samurai Remnant event and my mentee hates it too because they fumbled Chiemon's story & also I can't lie I just think its corny and nothingburger from what I've read of it, I care so little abt it... I skipped the summer events after being disappointed with the story, skipped the Wandijna event because it was culturally insensitive, rushed to finish Traum so I could do the Christmas event because I wanted Santa Nemo and the story seemed like it was pretty good there, obviously I played the Ptolemy event and I played the Beast Nero event...

the thing for me is really whether or not I feel like it ties into something I'm already interested in, obviously, and being late to the party with SR and not finding a lot that hooks me in there leaves me wondering like Why should I even be interested anyways; there's also the fact that as an English speaking fan half of the time you have to wait for translations but Also CCC just got TL'd so there's that added to the thing you have to read/play, also it just seems like.... Lasengle is fumbling the bag rn super hard, FGO needs to be console release ready at some point in the future because there's no way they're devoting all this time and work and effort to such a large installment of the series with it simply being a mobile game,

No sorry theres a new Rose writing this post now. I had to do like 2 switches while doing something else I just read the rest of this. The problem is that FGO loves not tying up loose ends. We're at the later stages of the game. Beast Nero tied up some loose ends that we've had suspicions of since F/Extra. So it was a good event and on top of it, it also added some character and resolution to the idea of a Beast, and why Beasts are summonable, and who Beasts are as spiritual origins. Santa Nemo added some extra character development to Nemo and that team and that was some well-needed warmth during the "wtf is going on" of our current storyline. The Ptolemy story also wrapped up a lot of questions about those who survived the War of the Diadochi, how they felt about that war, and how they regretted that dream but still could not dismiss it, it was an interesting story about those ideas and Theseus and the Minotaur I thought was an extremely EXTREMELY awesome story beat showing that Theseus and Asterios were not on bad terms; even if the big bad thing was kind of eehhh I still would give it a solid 8/10 plus that fight dynamic at the end was cool.

FGO needs to stop adding new shit! That's half of the problem! It needs to start thinking about wrapping up shit and developing the characters it already has. Paper Moon at least brought in some more development on Kama and the other Indian servants but falls flat in other regards. I would like to see more of the characters and plotlines that already exist being developed. Daybit isn't even dead so wtf is he doing rn?

[daily-selfship-questions]

ok so that question is complicated with my main familial f/os because they’re all personifications of holidays. “Thanksgiving” (now known as National Day of Mourning as she has changed her name) is literally my mom. and we do still celebrate!!!! (Respectfully)

She loves cooking and her food is SOOOOO good!! All the food in Calendar is amazing but her food is the best. And she’s the best.

Every year, everyone gets together and we eat and spend time together and we’re all a big fambly. I help her bake pie, and bake some cookies myself!! it’s really the best time ever. -🧸🍁

YOOOO!!! THAT IS SO COOL. Mom's are just so great at cooking sometimes and her being a holiday?? Radical. Thanksgiving with yall sounds like so much fun!!

Mmm..cookies for Thanksgiving dinner? Underrated idea. You know what they say, the best part about cooking is being the taste tester! Hehe

[specialized-rexan]

#*cries* #*sobs* #f-famly #fambly #family #😭😭😭

These two are too cute!

[ao3feed-petermj]

Perseverate

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZrTpuzf by abcd_em As a dead man walking, summer had always been that hope on the horizon he was working to. Tony’s goal main goal for his recovery was simple– he wanted to manage his pain enough that he could drive back upstate to the cabin; he wanted to be able to walk from the porch to the lake; he wanted to have enough dexterity in his fingers to play with the water guns that Happy’d gotten Morgan last year; he wanted his skin to heal enough that he could sit in the sun while his daughter played in the water. The summer he had wanted for her was going to become a reality. Then Peter Parker was taken in London, and it all slipped away like a mirage. Words: 4576, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 14 of Between Villages Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, May Parker, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, MJ/Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Canon divergence - avengers endgame, Tony Stark survives Endgame, POV Tony Stark, Canon divergence - Far From Home, Kidnapping, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Off screen Torture, Recovery, both Peter & Tony are having a very bad no good time, it's the awkward shapes that fambly can take read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZrTpuzf

[oc-aita]

AITA for not wanting to get my belt dirty?

Context una: I (28, M) happen to be part of a certain group with some people I'll be calling JB (29, M), AC (32, M), CZ (56, M), PA (35-ish?, M), and LK (24, F), with PA being the "leader". We live separate lives for the most part, but we share a career that requires us to also share a vehicle, the Battle Van (26, Chevy G20).

Context dooey: out of this group, I consider JB and LK to be my best friends, but the problem is that they fucking hate each other. LK is Russian, and the rest of us are either American, Canadian, or whatever PA is, but I personally think the hostility is less about JB not trusting Europeans, more about LK being an open Stalin apologist. I honestly don't care, though.

Context tray: at the time of the incident, I had recently purchased this absolutely wonderful light tan Maroquin belt with a neat little embroidered herringbone pattern on the edges that not only goes perfectly with my favourite pair of shoes, but is also exactly the right width for most of my clip-on knife holsters.

Anyways, as I was going to say, we'd just barely managed to drive out of Chicago after the whole thing with the museum (you've probably heard about it on the news), and we had pulled the Battle Van over on the side of a back road due to a little scuffle we had with a police vehicle (long story short, AC and I were trying to steal the Cubs bumper sticker using a claw on a stick, and the cop got out and said some objectionable things to PA).

We'd found a public cottage, and we were having a little argument about whether we should dump the lacoddy out back, destroy it, or frame it as a suicide. Something about pigs (as in the animal) came up, I don't remember what was said for certain, but, anyways, it led to LK biting out old Lilly Law's jugular vein.

So then LK started choking, so CZ (who's kind of like her adopted father or something?) jabbed her in the chest with his cane a few times, which dislodged what she was choking on, which was the cop's badge. It bounced off the floor a few times, then fell down an open grate on the floor. PA, who'd been trying to make the bite wound look more like a gunshot wound (y'know, so suicide still looked like an option), made JB run out to the Battle Van for the claw on a stick, grabbed it out of his fambles, and told me to take off my belt.

I asked why, and he said he wanted to use it to fish the badge out of the sewer through the grate so as to return it to the corpse. JB objected, saying to give it to him for his badge collection instead. I said no to the both of them, just as they were about to start shouting at each other, because I loved this belt and it was expensive, and no way was I about to dip it in some manky fucking sewer (LK couldn't join the argument because she was still wheezing on the floor, and CZ had gone outside to take some ibuprofen, and AC was busy trying to position the cop on his lallies so that he was face-down in the urinal, so it was just us three).

We kept arguing, and I got so mad I tried to stab PA in the face, but I luckily missed in the heat of the moment and stabbed the air in his empty ogle socket. We only wound up shutting up because CZ came back in to tell us he'd just watched someone steal one of our tires, so JB started yelling at him instead about why he didn't do anything about it.

How we got our tire back is another story, but the whole belt thing never really had a conclusion, so, if you don't mind me asking: am I the asshole?

[srapsodia]

hug prompt 13. witcher group hug! (additional bard optional :P )

Hugs 13: group hugs

[jeremy-hand]

ALSO: THINKING ABOUT. changing my blog url to one if my my current names plus one of my parental f/os last names... fambly :]

also im considering phoenix from pwaa as a familial f/o lolllll

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

come home with me

a direct continuation of this short i wrote two years ago about Henchcat!Tumblebrutus and Hestia

tags: @the-metaphorical-jellicle-cat @storyweaverofgondor @queen-with-the-quill

because i've been thinking about henchcat!tumble coming back and reuniting with his family and i've been waiting to write this!

Since Tumblebrutus' departure from the Jellicles, there always seemed to be a heavy air of something hanging around the Junkyard. Since the young tom had left, it was as though half the joy had been ripped out of the Jellicles. it was rare for Pouncival to play pranks on his siblings any more, the patched tom sticking close to Hestia and Alonzo.

It was a rare afternoon where the Jellicles simply sat together in the main stage area, not discussing the dynamics of the tribe, or the threat of Macavity that loomed over them.

Hestia approached Asparagus, Jellylorum, and Amunet's den, knowing that their family would be tucked within, as they usually were on the quiet, unassuming afternoon.

"Afternoon, Hettie." Pouncival appeared in the entrance to the den, giving his friend an attempt at a smile.

Hestia returned the small smile. "Are your parents and everyone else here?" Pouncival nodded, and Hestia let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. "I need to talk to you all."

Jellylorum appeared beside her son, cocking her head. "Is everything alright?"

"Nothing's wrong, I promise." Hestia said reassuringly. She glanced to the side before returning her gaze back to the mother and son. "It's just... something's happened."

Jellylorum beckoned her into the den, and Hestia quickly stepped inside, exchanging soft greetings with the Jellicles within. Pouncival returned to the sides of Coricopat and Tantomile, the psychic twins pulling their brother between them.

"What's going on?" Alonzo asked, watching Hestia carefully.

Hestia wrung her paws, suddenly filled with nervous energy. "You have to promise not to get mad or lash out." Her nerves began manifesting in small sparkles lifting off of her fur, and she met Asparagus' eyes, the older tom looking at her with concern. "I'm serious."

Amunet, sensing Hestia's nervousness, gave her a serene, gentle smile. "Of course we won't, darling."

"Okay." Hestia closed her eyes briefly, standing straighter as she nodded to herself.

With the eyes of the Jellicles on her, Hestia turned towards the den entrance, which she had purposefully left propped open, and she reached out her paw. After a moment of silence, there came a shifting sound, and from the dark evening and quiet of the Junkyard came a patched tom who was achingly familiar.

Tumblebrutus moved towards Hestia, taking her paw with a shaking one of his own, and almost tucking himself behind her, watching his family with sharp, wary eyes.

A wounded sound left Pouncival upon seeing his twin, grabbing onto Coricopat and Tantomile in lieu of rushing forward. Cassandra wrapped an arm around Alonzo as her mate made a strangled noise, and Amunet gasped softly as Asparagus and Jellylorum exchanged shocked looks.

"Hello." Tumblebrutus said, his voice slightly raspy, as though he had spent quite a bit of time crying prior to speaking.

"Everlasting Cat..." Coricopat, the only one who seemed able to find her voice through the shock of his brother's return.

Asparagus slowly moved towards the two Jellicles, patting Jellylorum and Amunet's paws as he left their sides. "Tumble, is that you?" There was a hesitance in his eyes, as though the sight of his son before him was simply an illusion.

Tumblebrutus gave his father a shaky smile, small and fleeting, but a smile nonetheless. "Hi Pop."

The older tom let out a sob and rushed forward, pulling Tumblebrutus into his arms, wrapping him up like he was the little kitten Alonzo brought home years before. Tumblebrutus tensed for a moment, looking at Hestia with wide eyes, and she gave him a soft, happy smile. He melted against his father's embrace, burrowing his face into Asparagus' shoulder and clinging to him.

"My boy." Asparagus whispered, running a paw over his son's tangled fur.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Tumblebrutus managed to say through his own quiet cries.

Jellylorum and Amunet were quick to follow their mate, wrapping the tom up in a blanket of love. Jellylorum peppered Tumblebrutus' face with soft kisses, her tears mixing with her son's. "Tumble, my sweetie, you're home."

Hestia stepped back, giving the parents the space they needed to welcome their son back home.

Pouncival slowly moved away from Coricopat and Tantomile, reaching out to grab onto Hestia's arm. "Hettie, how did you find him?"

"He found me." Hestia replied, wrapping her arms around her friend. Pouncival immediately hugged her back, giving her cheek a familial nuzzle. "I told you I'd bring him home, Pounce."

"Thank you." the tom said earnestly, and Hestia beamed as she saw some of Pouncival's trademark mischievous sparkle return to his eyes. She returned the nuzzle, and nudged him towards his embracing family.

Instead of throwing himself at his twin like he would have done when they were kittens, Pouncival approached slowly, giving Amunet a grin as she and Asparagus stepped back to let their son through. There was a beat, a moment where Tumblebrutus and Pouncival simply looked at each other.

Tumblebrutus broke the moment by giving his twin a small grin. "Missed you, Pounce."

Pouncival let out a huff and reached out, pulling him into a tight hug. "Don't do that again."

Watching his younger brothers embrace was the final straw for Alonzo, and the harlequin tom rushed forward, abandoning any aloof and stoic pretenses as he threw his arms around the two patched toms. Tumblebrutus froze for a moment before completely falling against Alonzo, his shoulders shaking as his brothers gripped him in a tight embrace.

Once the trio of brothers had the chance to hug each other, all by themselves, the rest of the family surrounded Tumblebrutus, Coricopat and Tantomile tucking Pouncival between them as they each placed a paw on Tumblebrutus' shoulder, and Cassandra leaning against Alonzo, brushing the young tom's fur gently.

Hestia felt tears prick her eyes as she watched the family settle back into a dynamic that they had feared was long gone. She slowly stepped back, meaning to offer them privacy and time to themselves, but Jellylorum quickly grabbed onto her wrist gently.

"You're not escaping the family hug, dear." the older queen said, her eyes lit up with a life that had not been there in years.

Hestia breathed out a laugh, and allowed herself to be tugged into the hug, pressed right up against Tumblebrutus, and her Patches looked at her with sparkling eyes, so different from the horrified, tear-filled eyes she had seen just minutes before. She leaned into him, feeling his arm slowly wrap around her shoulders, and his cheek came to rest between her ears.

And if she felt her fur become damp with tears, Hestia would never tell a soul.

Because he was home, he had kept his promise, and that was all that mattered in the moment.

[ask-dgs-221bbakerstreet]

Klimt and Laura approach Iris. “Do you want to help Laura and I bake a cake for your uncle Barok? His birthday is coming up soon and the two of us wanted to get him something. We completely understand if you don’t. Especially since Herlock is still recovering.”

No, I'd love to! I haven't baked in far too long.

Hm, what kind of cake do you think he'd like? Red velvet? Sponge? He seems like the kind of person to enjoy a traditional Victoria Sponge.

[tildae]

Doodles of Jean-Lucrece and his family. After everything that happens in Blackrock and The Rolling Mire, he ends up resigning and living a quiet, secluded life with Tilly. They have a couple kids, he takes on @vlasseblaster‘s Aurelius as a wizard apprentice, and he finally gets the relaxing, humble life that he deserves. The only work he has to worry about is going into town as “Jack”, the local handyman.

[claitea]

One last thing: Iris calling Holmes her papa destroyed me in all of the best ways. They’re family your honor

jdvdifjf i was crying already at that point in the game and then iris said "holmesies burst into tears" at her letter and i started crying harder

everyone stop putting found family in your stories, you will never do it as well as Dai Gyakuten Saiban 2: Naruhodou Ryuunosuke no Kakugo