#vammu

[nataliens]

Редравы хаха

[puhpandas]

VANNY

[goatpaste]

When the address to Vammu begins with the words "mortal warrior of the hamon", Joseph realizes that he screwed up somewhere and tries to remember his joint

Putting the fear of god in your husband by using full name and title when your baby girl ask you to

[soupbabe]

Santana and Vammu are complete dumbasses for verbal and physical affection, can get headcanon where these two literally go crazy when the reader pays them their attention? Two "confident" (they still have thoughts that they are not good enough at all for everything) men, but they become a red jelly-like mess if you take them by the hand

Santana and Wamuu Reacting to Affection

I love this sm 😩 their daddy issues know no bounds ik they'd go crazy at basic decency

Santana

- Out of the two, he reacts the strongest to your love

- He was treated as nothing but a guard dog for his masters, seeing him as an equal or something more is foreign to him

- At first when you take his hand, he's more confused than flustered

- Santana would tilt his head, lift up your hand he's holding and inspect it, then look at you for answers

- "It's because I like you." "....oh."

- Once covering the basics of physical touch, he's going to be so unashamedly clingy

- Like regardless of what you're doing, he's going to hold your hand, he's going to nustle and rub his face over your neck and shoulders like a cat, he can't get enough of it

- I think the part where Santana gets flustered is verbal affirmation

- Praising him: telling him he did a good job, that he's handsome, makes his brain shut off /pos

- It's definitely something that healed some issues within that he never thought about

Wamuu

- Wamuu is the opposite of his brother; physical affection gets him blushing more than verbal

- He's definitely heard his masters praise him for being a good warrior and with living that lifestyle, he's learned to be humble with such compliments

- But holding hands? Hugging? Kisses on the cheek? That's unmarked territory and you can see his brain break when it happens

- He has to stop everything and cover his face with his hands, his stoic demeanor has cracked

- "What did you do to me, human?" "I kissed you." "Can..can you do it again?"

- Similarly to Santana, he'll try his best to seek out that kind of affection again, but he's really shy with it

- Hold his hand in public, he doesn't want to lose you in the big crowds

- You look tired, do you mind him massaging your shoulders?

- Sooner or later you're gonna find out his true intentions and it's rather adorable

- He'll unintentionally ramble, his face getting hotter than Esidisi's veins, and you'd just have to shut him up with a lil peck on the lips <3

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[vammzu]

sitting pretty

[maanasadhavala]

Because They Wouldn’t Get it if I Told Them

Because They Wouldn’t Get it if I Told Them

Here is my mother’s chole recipe. It’s a recipe meant to feed people.  

1. 

Chop up some onions. Some garlic, if you like, but it’s not traditional. Actually, the garlic is a very American addition. We never used garlic in dishes back in India. Mama, you never made chole back in India either. Yes, but still. Add it if you like. This is your food only. 

I often joke about my parents’ ability to classify almost instantaneously. To hear a last name and pinpoint religion, state, language, caste, diet, bad habits without giving anyone the chance to argue. Sizing up friends and now, potential romantic partners, and offering quick, cutting remarks that turn out to be true years later. Predicting both the past and the future in a glance, a touch, a simple single step. 

And yet, so much is easy to hide. 

2.

Split some green chilis. The little ones that are green and red - no, I don’t know what they’re called, you’ll just know them when you see them. You can use jalapeños but why would you? Mama, you didn’t even give them a type of chili to go buy. Some people will use jalapeños because that’s what they have. Well then, use what you have! Just use the correct type. 

I came out to my parents accidentally. Not a word of that is true, actually. I never intended to come out, I didn’t actually come to my parents, just my mom, and while I think she believed me, I don’t think she understood any of the words that were coming out of my mouth. In the night it was Mama, I’m bisexual and in the morning it was jokes about my future husband and arranged marriage, the same as it had always been. 

3.

Put oil in a pan. Not too much. Not too little. If you add too little the spices will not fry correctly, and if you add too much, you’ll end up like your father. Sad and diabetic and unable to microwave popcorn. Add mustard seeds and vammu. Which spice is the vammu again? Smell them. You’ll figure it out. You just need to use your brain for once. Uncalled for. 

Did you know that in general, people with an overweight BMI live longer than any other category? Did you know that on the body fat scale, “dangerous” is right next to “perfect”? Did you know that anorexia is the number one most deadly mental illness? Did you know that I’ve never had a pediatrician not mention my weight? Did you know that as a literal child - and I mean at the age of 7, 8, 9, 10 - I was told to lose weight constantly, despite being healthier than nearly every adult I met? Did you know that at the age of eight, my grandmother reached over the table in the restaurant of the Boston MFA, grabbed my arm, and said “You’d be pretty if you lost some of this fat”? Did you know that almost every single form of exercise makes me so panicked I want to throw up, because I spent my entire childhood being pointed and laughed at? Did you know that when I look back on childhood pictures, the times when I needed to shop at stores for adult women before I hit the fifth grade, when I ordered an adult’s extra large in everything because I just assumed it wouldn’t fit otherwise, when I learned to hate low-rise jeans and tight shirts and myself, that I now just see a regular kid, someone who looked like a small child who didn’t deserve any of that?

My mother didn’t.

4.

Add your onions to the pot. Garlic too, if you’re using it. Wait until they’re translucent, then add ginger paste, chilis, turmeric, and red chili powder. How much of each? Enough. Enough so that you can taste it, but you shouldn’t be able to taste what you should not taste. You make no sense sometimes. You'll figure it out.

It’s a very delicate balancing act to do as much as I do, and yes I am bragging, because I deserve to every once in a while.  It’s even more work to do all of that and act like everything is fine! All the time! I have never been overwhelmed in my life and that is the absolute truth! 

I do not know how to tell my parents that I am crumbling. I do not know how to tell my father that I am both terrified of continuing on this way and terrified of failing him. I do not know how to convince them of the fact that just because I can do this, doesn’t mean I should have to, that my ability to smile and joke and only crack under the pressure when I’m well and truly alone is finely honed from a long lifetime of no one giving a crap when I needed them to. 

5.

Add tomatoes. What tomatoes? You never said anything about tomatoes. Any tomatoes, as long as they’re cut small. Fresh, canned, I even used to use jarred pasta sauce when we had it. Some people use ketchup, even. It’s not important. It’s the base of the dish. And?

Foundations only matter when I say so. We abandon culture, language, family but don’t you dare think about a white wedding. I went halfway around the world when I got married to a man I didn’t know and cellphones didn’t even exist yet, but you’re betraying us by going to a school more than an hour away. Unless it’s a school that I like. In which case it’s fine. We had the opportunity to create an entirely new set of rules for our children to play by, an environment that got rid of the gossip and lack of affection and strict social hierarchies of both cultures and give them a fresh start. Instead, we stumbled our way into keeping the harsh judgement and iron rule of our parents. Instead, we allowed the independence and bitter coldness of Americans to creep in, leaving our children stranded without a support system while we brag about their straight A’s and the new extension on the McMansion. 

6.

Rinse canned chickpeas and add them along with chole masala. Isn’t the whole gravy chole masala technically? Yes, but add the one from the packet. It’s green. Can we make these at home? Why would we?

Home is a gas station. Home is a convenience store on a highway in Nowhere, Iowa or Michigan or Kansas. Home is the back stairwell of a hotel, the ones that no one uses so you can cry as loud as you want. Home is backstage at a venue where the floors are sticky with spilled drinks. Home is between the bread and fresh produce sections of a grocery store; I look to my left and see an overspilling of raspberries, to my right, fifteen kinds of focaccia flourish. Home is a Mexican Filipino Viet Arab restaurant where the owner looks at you and knows when you say spicy, when you ask for strong coffee and sweet tea, you mean it. Home is airports and English classrooms and cedar closets and tattoo parlors and graveyards and a million other places that say it is worth it to be here. There is a reason to be here. 

7.

Cook. Taste. Season. Taste. Add a potato if you made it too spicy; if it’s only a little too spicy, live with it. Try it again. You’ll know when it’s ready. You keep saying that. I won’t. Yes, you will. Maybe not the first time you make it, but make it thirty, fifty, one hundred times, and you will know. Whatever you say. 

For all her flaws, for all her faults, my mother will still oil my hair if I ask her too. She will keep up with my brother’s endlessly rotating cast of friends, she will sleep next to me if I’m sick, she will remove mice from the basement because she knows my brother’s scared. My father has never watched past the first fifteen minutes of Moana, and yet he’s seen those fifteen minutes a hundred times over. Each time, he points at the screen and goes That’s you. You used to look exactly like that as a baby. He’s never cut himself an apple without saving half, has a million of the worst photos ever taken of me on his phone, will always flip omelets when my brother can’t. I’ve never met most of his coworkers and yet when I do they tell me the glowing, incredibly out of date information he’s fed them. 

8.

What else is there? Eat! With what? With anything. Rice, chapati, naan. Anything. 

I will someday make my mother’s chole in a kitchen that loves me and all my parts, because it is a recipe meant to feed people and also to love them, and maybe that’s the same word.  

[goatpaste]

Vammu is the type of cryptid you find at night with glowing eyes in one of the rooms of your house. Susie or Joseph had been startled many times as they passed the nursery where Wammu sat soothing the possible cries of baby Holly, his pupils glowing brightly in the darkness as he raised his head to the sounds in the hallway

the funnier option to this, is recognizing that Holly probably has inherited the nightvision of her papa

Joseph 100% has walked by Holly's room where Whams in there caring for her late into the night, and two sets of bright eyes glow back at him from the darkness and he near shits himself everytime no matter how often it happens

His beautiful half vampire family and their glowing night eyes <3

[soupbabe]

looool

Esidisi, Kars or Vammu (I don't know how patient the latter is), losing patience, hearing that you need permission from a literal stranger to control your body and insides to solve a problem in YOUR body, which belongs to YOU and not someone else, and understanding that otherwise doctors will not hear or accept: for God's sake, I am the reader's husband, I confirm these drugs/operations, most importantly shut up and do it.

You forgot about Santana the mf would just eat him no hesitation 😭😭