#spork family

[bisexualchaosdemon]

The Foxhole Court, ch. 4

The Raven King, ch. 16

I'm fine.

[sporkberries]

A Tim, Helena, Vic, Kate, Renee team-up would kick ass. Mostly I want Helena and Kate to interact more and bond over their respective Questions :]

Okay i love this idea but it's also literally this

[quirinah]

when magical sneakers from outer space gave dib superpowers that one time

future gaz design from that one piece of concept art

[doginprogress]

Spork made a new friend in puppy Hela

[sage-reads-things]

This moment is so sweet to me. Shinzo voluntarily decides to give up his weapon for the sake of saving Taiyo, because Taiyo's safety is more important to him. Weapons are a sort of crutch for Shinzo: he isn't helpless without weapons (he IS a Yozakura after all), but he's much, much happier with them in hand. So Shinzo letting go of his gun represents Shinzo's willingness to prioritize Taiyo's safety over his own fear. He's terrified without his weapons! He can barely function without them! But he still chooses to let go of his object of comfort for the sake of saving Taiyo.

And Taiyo KNOWS this. He knows why Shinzo's weapons are so important to him, and he knows what it feels like to be afraid beyond all reason. He of all people understands how monumental it is to face your fears in order to save a loved one from harm. So he takes initiative and tosses Shinzo a weapon—to save their lives, obviously, but also to relieve Shinzo of his fear, to give back Shinzo's object of comfort so he doesn't have to be afraid for long.

And from Shinzo's face, he knows what Taiyo is doing, and appreciates it.

[itstimeforstarwars]

Of course you can be masc and carry a purse. Cargo pants can only hold so many tools after all.

[trollbreak]

“I’m gonna start up on a new batch of dragons!” Ok but the problem is. Period cramps means I genuinely can’t keep count, especially not high enough to do 12 twice over, much less 15

[sergeantsporks]

Wait... There's a Grimwalker named Steven?! WTH I don't remember that guy at all. What chapter was he in?

He showed up in Chapter 2, had a seizure, then never showed up again.

[weregreatatcrime]

so i’m adding in a lil spec of stockman’s pov, and since i hardly doubt he thinks of himself as “stockman” and i just. i just can’t accept “baxter” for some reason for him, i was tryna see what sort of nicknames folks have for baxter and i’m fucking dying yall

the first thing to pop up was cute pet nicknames and it took me a whole minute to stop laughing because it caught so fucking off guard-

[bpdbunny420]

So every year my mom's side of the family has a family gathering for Christmas and small gifts are usually exchanged and this year my aunt was handing out small, thin packages to everyone saying they were from my uncle, her husband. My cousins and I all opened ours together and each little package contained A METAL SPORK! We all collectively shouted with excitement and talked about how great they were and how we were going to use them all the time. And I do, I use it every chance I get. Those are kind of the best gifts: random, nifty, useful things. So when in doubt during times of gift-giving...give them a spork.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (27 Nov-3 Dec 2022)

↑ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵉᵏ

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍De Oppresso Liber (One-EyedBossman (desert000rose), SecretFandomStoriesr) - Differently OK Local Idiots #7; love this series, love these characters, making me into some kink that's not usually my thing at all -

😍Peter Cabot Gets Lost (The Cabots #2) (Cat Sebastian, author; Joel Leslie, narrator) - reading Daniel Cabot just really made me wanna revisit Peter and Caleb!

😍Petrichor (aleatory_fox) - wonderful domestic geralt/jaskier/eskel; technically omegaverse but those elements are very light & nontraditional & not really the focus at all

🥰down for you always (dreamtiwasanarchitect, liadan14) - the new me (is really still the real me) #1 - bro!Joe is the newest immortal but he & Nicky are still made for each other - very hot!

😍Preventative Maintenance Checks and Services (One-EyedBossman (desert000rose), SecretFandomStories) - Differently OK Local Idiots #8 - just really love them!

🥰How Y'all Doing?: Misadventures and Mischief from a Life Well Lived (Leslie Jordan, author & narrator) - just LJ telling stories, like he did so well. a little bittersweet with his death so recent

💖💖 +143K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Cut and Changed and Rearranged (AidaRonan) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 10.8K - someone did art on twitter, and so i had to reread, because who doesn't love 'confession of feelings via mixtape'?!

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Travel Man - s2, e3 (Noel Fielding, Copenhagen)

Leverage: Redemption - s2, e5

Avenue 5 - s1, e1-2

Mystery Menu with Sohla & Ham: Peanut Butter

Mystery Menu with Sohla & Ham: Hot Dogs

Mystery Menu with Sohla & Ham: Corn Flakes

Mystery Menu with Sohla & Ham: Hot Pockets

��� PODCASTS 🎧

Off Menu - Ep 88: Mae Martin

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 'The Godfather' and the limits of on-screen representation

Decoder Ring Plus - The New Age Hit Machine

The Sporkful - Claire Saffitz Doesn’t Need To Defend Dessert

Switched on Pop - Why do new Christmas songs fail?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Moon Trees

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Bread and Puppet Museum and Theater

Still Processing - Plastic Off the Sofa

Vibe Check - Those Are French Fighting Words

99% Invisible #516 - Cougar Town

Shedunnit Book Club - Howdunnit

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Fluorescent Rocks of Sterling Hill Mine

Into It - Before Elon Bought Twitter, He Tried His Own Version of 'The Onion' (Plus: What's Laci Mosley Into?)

Ologies with Alie Ward - Special Ep: Mycology (MUSHROOMS) Tom Volk Memorial Encore

One Year Plus - The Making of One Year: 1942

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Tina Turner Museum

Strong Songs Bonus Episodes - Jimi Hendrix's Solo on "Hey Joe"

Hit Parade Plus - The Bridge: Pub Rock, Power Pop and New Wave

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Hit Songs from '80s Movies

The Hollies' Greatest Hits

Repeat When Necessary [Dave Edmunds]

Presenting The Kinks

Playlist: The Very Best Of The Lovin' Spoonful

Bossa Nova Time

Essential Proto-Metal

Rumours [Fleetwood Mac]

Presenting Fleetwood Mac

Presenting Carly Rae Jepsen

Presenting Nine Inch Nails

[sporkberries]

Discussing Joshua Graham in the fandom is really weird(outside the apologism bad takes etc etc) because i see a lot of content that kinda assumes mormonism is the same as other forms of christianity. I totally see where this comes from as a lot of people who didnt grow up in or around the church don’t know much about mormonism but holy shit guys. holy shitttt you have no clue how deep this shit goes its fucking batshit. Like i can’t even figure out where to start because its so racist and insane.

[taxi-davis]

[cosmicsmosh]

idk if you’re still taking requests but i loved your dating spencer post and was curious if you had something like that in mind for angela? hope you’ve been well btw

omg you are so sweet anon <3 i’ve been doing just fine and i hope you’re doing well also!! :) i will happily write some dating angela headcanons!

dating angela giarratana hcs

warnings: vague implications of a little sauciness (pg-13 maybe?), gn!reader, alcohol consumption.

clingy in a good way. holding your hand, resting her legs on your lap, sitting a little too close whenever you're on a couch, or playing with your hair. she always has to find a way to be touching you.

sings around the house constantly and makes up little songs about whatever she's doing. you have dozens of videos of her performing improv musicals just for you in your living room.

loves to cook for you.

you've learned to keep a pair of her glasses at your desk at work, just in case.

definitely a double/triple texter with no shame. you love when she sends her thoughts in 18 little blurbs rather than one long paragraph.

if you're at any of her shows (you almost always are), she immediately looks for you in your usual seat somewhere in the front row. you can always tell when she spots you, even if she doesn't wave. there's just a softening of her eyes for a moment that only you can catch.

after a full high energy day at work, angela is thankful you're entirely content just laying on the couch/in bed watching reality tv or just taking a nap together. her brain can entirely shut off and she feels comfortable enough to fully relax in your presence.

her mom LOVES you. your first thanksgiving weekend with her family, she wakes up that morning to see you're already up, helping her mom cook and prep for the day. the two of you were a few mimosas in, laughing like old friends while chopping vegetables.

she shows you baby pictures of angela over glasses of wine on the couch as the evening winds down, angela curled up in your side. she doesn't even care if the photos and stories her mom tells are embarassing. she's never been happier than she is with you.

the two of you had a cheesy family christmas photoshoot with spork in matching sweaters and sent out christmas cards.

i feel like she's extra affectionate when tipsy. like out at the bar, all her hesitation about pda goes out the window after a few drinks.

completely available seat next to you? she'd prefer to sit on your lap with her arms looped around your shoulder. holds your hand or places her hand on the small of your back whenever you walk around, so people will know she's yours. she'll pull you into a dark corner to sneak in a quick sloppy makeout away from your friends but not away from the occasional onlooker. impatient, nearly desperate hands and lips in the backseat of the uber home.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Keith knows his nerves must be leeching off him, because the rest of the team is overcompensating. There’s an abundance of chatting and banter, way more than usual, enough that Keith can recognise the oddity even though he’s been gone for two years. It might just be everyone’s relief after finally getting to sit down and be calm after rushing to foil Haggar’s weirdo clone plan, but Keith’s pretty sure his team has noticed his strangeness, and is trying to make him comfortable again. The thought makes him smile despite his anxiety. He’s missed them.

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by Pidge pointedly clearing her throat and using her spork to point at Krolia, who’s been about as anxious as Keith (only for her that manifests as looking like she wants to kill small cute things).

“Are you finally going to tell us who Tall Dark and Gorgeous is?” she asks, because she is the least subtle and nosiest person in the galaxy and Keith honestly should have expected it. His face flames, and his mother raises an eyebrow, while the rest of the team snickers.

Shiro tries his best to appear a little more adult. “If you wouldn’t mind introducing us, Keith.” He smiles kindly at Krolia. “You were amazing out on the field, we were really grateful to have you. Sorry for not getting us all introduced earlier.”

Krolia nods at him, smiling in an awkwardly reassuring way. “Of course, Black Paladin. There were bigger things to focus on handling.”

She returns to her food too after speaking, clearly done her piece.

Keith grimaces. He was hoping she’d introduce herself, but it looks like he’s going to have to. Fuck. (He’s not sure why he’s so opposed to it. It’s nerve-wracking, though, introducing his actual mother to his family. To his brother, his almost-father.)

“Um, Krolia, this is my family.” He points to them all and names them, rolling his eyes fondly at Lance’s wink and finger guns. He even introduces Lotor, even though he still maintains that they are not friends and Prince Hairdo has a lot of making up to do. “Everyone, this is Krolia.” He looks directly at his brother, taking strength in the man’s encouraging expression and addressing him directly. “She’s my mother.”

The entire table goes dead silent. Small conversations abruptly halt, the sounds of eating cease, silverware freezes where it was scraping on bowls. Complete and total silence.

Shiro’s face goes from encouraging and open to shocked to shuttered, jaw set and eyes narrowed.

Keith’s anxiety skyrockets. He sees his mother tense from across the table, and feels Lance go rigid beside him.

This is worse than what he expected.

“Your mother?” Shiro clarifies, words careful and controlled. He’s the first to return to movement, scooping goo into his spork almost robotically.

“Yes,” Keith says hesitantly. He doesn’t understand his brother’s reaction. He had expected some hesitance from Hunk, who is wary of newcomers, and maybe some understandable discomfort from Allura, but not…

Not Shiro. Not Shiro who is great in a crisis, who is the king of diplomacy, who has always supported Keith.

The rest of the team slowly follows Shiro’s example, returning to their meals, but there’s no more jovial conversation. All eyes are avoiding the brothers, but ears are open, movements slow and quiet so as to not miss a word.

“Hm. Interesting.” Shiro takes a bite of the goo, slowly chewing and swallowing, looking forward like he’s really contemplating. Keith watches every move carefully. “Where’d you find her?”

His tone is almost pleasant, conversational, but there’s something off and plastic about it. Forced. Like he’s talking about a volatile creature Keith has dragged home that he’s trying to be cool about, not the parent Keith has been searching for his whole life.

Keith glances surreptitiously at his mother, but she only shrugs at him. “On the space whale. Well, at the Blades, technically. She was assigned the mission with me and we both got stranded.”

Shiro makes another hum of acknowledgement, nodding to himself. He pokes aggressively at the bowl of green gelatine. “That’s wild. I would have guessed you’d have found her in a jail cell for tax evasion or something, since she seems to be the type to avoid responsibility.”

Keith blinks in shock. Two seats down, Hunk chokes on his water, and Coran thumps his back to help. Every other jaw is dropped in shock, heads swivelling from Shiro to Keith, at a total loss.

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Keith says harshly. He glances at his mother, who quickly hides the hurt on her face with a carefully practiced mask of indifference.

“Oh, nothing,” Shiro says, distractedly pushing around his goo. He sounds blasé, unbothered, but Keith recognises this tone of his, as rare as it is to hear it — the passive aggressiveness, the snooty way he speaks when he’s too furious to even yell, and just wants to make everyone around him feel stupid. “I just figured the person who abandoned her infant son without so much as a note is someone of the more irresponsible and immature variety. That’s all.”

Lance, who has never been capable of handling tenseness, stands abruptly and starts gathering the bowls and utensils of everyone at the table, regardless of whether they’re finished. Keith watches distantly as he quiets Pidge’s whining, firmly telling her to get up and bring it with her if she needs.

“She’s my mother,” Keith says through grit teeth. He pulls his gaze away from the red paladin, glaring at his brother. “I thought you’d be happy for me.”

Shiro finally looks up from his stupid goo, baring his teeth in a poor imitation of a smile.

“Thrilled,” he drawls.

Quietly, Krolia stands, pushing in her chair and following the rest of the team to the door. In the back of his mind, Keith wonders if it would be better for her to stay, but dismisses it just as quickly. Better for her not to hear whatever Shiro’s problem is. She walks out the door without so much as a glance backwards, and Shiro’s gaze follows her out with a sneer. Lance shoves the rest of the reluctant team out of the kitchen doors, then glances back one more time, brown eyes big and reassuring, smiling sadly before closing the doors quietly behind him.

When Keith finally returns his gaze to his brother, his eyes are wet and there’s a lump in his throat. Hurt swarms his chest as much as anger.

“You’re being a dick,” he says. His voice cracks several times as he says it.

“Oh, well, fuck me, then,” Shiro says, violently pushing his chair away from the table and stomping to his feet, grabbing his bowl with his prosthetic so tightly it cracks. He barely even glances at it, fisting the pieces and storming over to the kitchen to toss them. “Here, let me pretend.” He turns back to face Keith and forces a smile on his face, mockingly sincere. He reaches over and yanks Keith bowl away, with his flesh hand this time, and all but tosses into the sink.

There are small smears of blood on it, from the shards of porcelain that dug into Shiro’s flesh hand. Keith’s own hands shake. He scoops his and Shiro’s sporks into his hands, squeezing them tightly, and walks carefully to the sink. He resists the urge to fling them right at Shiro’s head, instead forcing himself to set them gently among the rest of the dirty dishes and standing next to his brother to rinse what he washes. He says nothing as Shiro roughly scrubs the goo pot — they’ve discovered it tastes sort of better hot, so they take the time to cook it — and practically slams it into Keith’s sink.

“Could you tell me what your fucking problem is,” he grits out. He can no longer stop his tears and they drip down his face, down his nose, over his lips, down his chin and disappearing into the dishwater. Every time he swallows, it’s bitter with salt.

“Sure,” Shiro snaps. “I have a couple questions first.”

Frankly, Keith wants to tell him right where he can shove those questions, but he wants this to be resolved more than he wants to be angry.

“Fine.”

“Great,” Shiro says with a relish, and Keith regrets it immediately. “She recognise you the second she saw you?”

Keith swallows. He has to try three times to speak, to force his voice above a whisper. “No.”

“Huh. How long’d it take her to realise?”

Keith hands shake so bad he has to set down a cup lest he drop and break it. He doesn’t want to answer. “Some time.”

“Crazy. Bet she told you she’d been looking for you, huh?”

“Stop,” Keith whispers, choking on a sob, but Shiro plows right on.

“Told you that finding you was all she ever wanted? That she’s so glad she can finally see you again?”

“Stop.”

“That you’ve turned into a fine young man she’s proud of?”

“Shut up!” Keith shouts, and the words hurt on their way out of his mouth, shoved past the giant lump in his throat. He gasps for air and can barely find it, lungs heaving, hurting everywhere, heart feeling like he’s being squeezed. He can no more stop his sobs now than he could stop a star from imploding, and they tear out of him, leaving him aching and shuddering and shaking. “Stop. Stop. I don’t know why you —”

“I’ll tell you why,” Shiro snaps, dropping the last dirty dish and gripping the sides of the steel sink so hard it warps under his prosthetic. “You remember when you showed me those pictures of your dad and his crew? When you were thirteen?”

Keith nods, sniffling, wiping his eyes with wet hands. He hears metal creak, hears hands being dried on a dishtowel, and a long, heavy sigh.

“I picked him out immediately, kid,” Shiro says quietly. Some of the overt cruelty has faded from his voice. He just sounds tired, now; bitter. “You didn’t need to point him out to me. I barely even needed to look at it. I knew who your father was immediately.”

Keith sets the last dish on a drying rack and takes a step back, leaning away from Shiro and pointedly looking away. “So?”

“So — ”and Shiro’s voice sounds almost gentle, now, apologetic, although to Keith or for Keith he’s not sure — “you look just like your Pa, Keith. You are his spitting image. The only difference is your eyes, and your height.” He glances at Keith and then snorts softly. “Well, not the height anymore.”

Keith doesn’t smile back anymore. He hears what Shiro is saying and he hates it, hates him a little for bringing it up.

“She had no reason to expect it was me,” Keith argues.

“And no reason not to recognise you if she was really looking,” Shiro retorts. “If she was exactly what she said she was, she’d recognise you.”

Keith scowls at him. His eyes still burn with tears. “I was wearing my Blade uniform. And she hadn’t seen me since I was a baby.”

Shiro’s face has started to return to the anger it held before, the frustration. “That’s the fucking point!” he shouts. “She left you! Without so much as a goodbye, or even a note! Just a cryptic knife that did nothing but confuse you!”

“There was a war to fight!”

“And she had a kid to raise!”

“What was she supposed to do about Blue, huh?” Keith demands, pushing off the counter and throwing his hands up. “Let Zarkon find her? She had to protect the universe!”

“She had to protect her fucking kid.”

“One kid is not worth more than the entire universe!”

“You are!”

Keith freezes. Shiro barely notices, face twisted in rage so badly that he’s barely even looking at Keith, fists clenched hard enough to creak, fury radiating off of him.

“What?” Keith asks in a small voice, but Shiro plows on.

“You’re her fucking kid. You come first. You come before any other kid, you come before her mission, you come before the fucking universe. That’s how having a kid works. They’re the priority. And anyone who leaves their family behind like that is unforgivably despicable.”

The truth comes crashing down at Keith all at once. He looks at his brother with wide eyes, unclouded with his own hurt, and sees for the first time all the pure hate and rage and pain — not directed at Krolia, not even a little, but sharpened to a point and shoved back into himself.

Anyone who leaves their family behind is unforgivably despicable.

The words ring through the room. Keith hears them repeat a thousand time in three seconds. A million different memories whirl through him at once, all tinged with a pain and a border of abandonment; memories he hasn’t let himself touch since he got to space.

“I don’t blame you for Kerberos,” Keith says quietly. He waits a beat. “I never have.”

Shiro says nothing. His expression is frozen, body unmoving, but his dark black eyes — the eyes that chose him first, that followed him with pride, that were the first to look at him softly when his heritage came out and everything went to shit, that he used to cry and sob and beg to have so that Shiro could be his brother in more than name — are wrought with pain. His face does not crumple, but his eyes are like shattered volcanic glass, and slowly they fill with water, and a drop escapes the corner of his almond eye, dripping slowly down his cheek.

“How can you ever forgive her?” he asks, near silent, voice rough as sandpaper and twice as painful.

How can you ever forgive me?

Keith chokes back his tears and meets his brother’s eyes head-on, determined and steady and loving as Shiro always has been when Keith was the one shattering.

“Easily.”

Shiro swallows. It’s loud, deafening in the silence of the room. The sound of it, the knowledge that Shiro is pushing his pain down but it’s coming up anyway, makes Keith’s chin tremble.

“I don’t deserve easy.”

“You deserve whatever I want to give you.”

Finally Shiro breaks, and sobs. And sobs and sobs and sobs. His cries seem the yank the life out of him, drain himself of energy; his knees hit the floor with a crack and he crumples at Keith’s feet.

“Forgive me,” he begs, like he knows he doesn’t deserve it.

Keith gently kneels next to him and reaches out, almost afraid to touch. “I already did.” He reaches out finally and holds his brother, his big brother who was stronger than his body and bigger than his dream and catapulted Keith up to the stars with him, and holds him together as he cries.

“I forgave you before you even left,” Keith whispers, when Shiro’s sobs don’t sound so painful. He squeezes tighter, because he’s almost worried that he needs to keep Shiro all together. “So did Adam.”

The mention of Shiro’s…whatever Adam is to him makes him cry harder, but Keith pushes on, sure that he needs to know.

“The day you went missing, he broke into your apartment. Went looking for the rings. He never took it off after. Never stopped looking for you, either. He forgave you, too.”

Shiro cries something, too warbled to make out, but Keith can make a pretty good guess as to what it was.

“You do deserve it,” he says firmly. “You are not a monster. You are not undeserving of our love, Shiro, of any of our love. We have always loved you as you are. Don’t rob of us the chance.”

“I don’t actually hate your mother,” Shiro whispers.

Keith laughs wetly. “I got that one, dumbass. Use your words next time.”

Shiro smiles slightly, wisely not agreeing. They both know he won’t. They both know this will probably happen to him again, and probably Keith, too — they may not be blood brothers, but they’ve always been alike anyway. Neither has ever been good at expressing themselves, at letting themselves be vulnerable.

But Keith holds his brother tighter, and thinks of their family who loves them with all their shit, despite it and because it, and thinks that they’ll make it through anyway.

[v44v13nna]

angela giarratana dating hcs <3

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- SUUUPER big on physical touch, affectionate like crazy

- she’s the type to laugh and lean into you, to get scared and reach to hold your arm, to get nervous and fidgety and play with your hands or clothes

- facetime calls at every chance

- shows you backstage of starkid shows

- tries to find you in the audience while performing (and makes sure to let you know after the show if she saw you)

- silly gf energy

- karaoke, dog walking and movie dates are a fortnightly occurrence

- you two also have board game nights !!

- she will try to recreate some of the games she does at smosh with you

- you and her tried ‘don’t win mario party’ and it got competitive

- swapping and sharing meals is common

- also you two try to go to as many different restaurants together!!!

- musical duets‼️‼️‼️

- selfies all the time

- whether its together or sent to each other

- she also loves taking candid pics of you

- she has a folder of all the silly pictures of you sleeping that she shows you

- gets really touched when you take pics of her

- probably has a photo board of you too

- family pics of you two with spork

- biggest sap ever

- probably has charms, pictures or any memorabilia of you all around her car, apartment and phone

- loves making inside jokes together

- a serial bit performer!!!!

- adores nicknames and pet names

- angela says babe more than your name

- would use the nickname mama too

- gets shy/embarrassed if you watch smosh videos with her in it

- but adores knowing she makes you laugh in those videos

- really big listener and would always reaffirm boundaries

- would bring you back flowers after she goes grocery shopping

- tells you she loves you all the time

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a/n

i’m crushing so hard on angela that after 6 years of not writing fanfics im doing it again 💀 tbh this is like brain vomiting rn don’t expect me to cook