#thanksgiving.

[tisomwizord]

Gilliman.: So what have you been doing for the last 10000 years?

Me an order Cronos, inquisitor: We re going back in time to the first Thanksgiving to get turkeys off the Menu.

[bill2424]

Everyone, meet my pet turkey!!!

His name is Timmy!!!!

He's from @fluffypill0w!!!!

Who's a good turkey? Is Timmy a good turkey?

TIMMAY!!!

Yeah... um... were working on that...

He doesn't exactly know how to gobble.....

Um......

ANYWHATZITS.....

The LORD bless you!!!!

Hebrews 13:5,6

✝️🩷🦃😅

Based off of this little freak from south park

I don't watch South Park

I just like Timmy and Kenny

That's all

Again, you can blame my mom

[dietkiller]

Thanksgiving Leftover Burrito

[hvneybxns]

closed starter for jade | thanksgiving | @watatis

it had only hit him two days ago that he was going to be alone for the holidays, his parents had called as they were better at doing these days to let him know they'd be on the east coast for thanksgiving, to say goodbye before they left him behind as usual, to tell him that they hoped he had a good time with johnny. that was when it had sunk in that there wouldn't be a good time with johnny this year because he'd ruined it. but his parents were already on the move and it wasn't like he was teaming with options so maddox had done what he always did when it came to his lack of family and just made do. his little feast he had managed to cook for himself wasn't so bad, he'd totally burnt the turkey but his potatoes were good and he had pie and mac n cheese and a variety of other things. he was sober, which as he lined up his next film of the day was a miracle all on it's own, he was sad sure and there was an ache in his chest maddox hadn't ever felt before but he was - he was ok. pausing mid-bite at the door bell sounding through his home, a frown forming on his face as he checked his phone 7:23 on thanksgiving? who the hell wasn't with their families? pulling his front door open maddox felt his heart ache as he looked down at her, swallowing the immediate lump in his throat that formed. "i uh...aren't you meant to be with caiden?" he asked quietly, glancing over her shoulder to check she was alone.

[elliotxcross]

+ AIYLA JACK DUNSMORE’S HOME, SOUTHSIDE

“I’ll get it!” Elliot calls out, taking a swig of beer as he heads to the door, not sure who’s fucking ringing the doorbell instead of walking right in. Still, he’s in decent spirits, flinging the door open and about to welcome their newest guest when he sees who it is and freezes entirely. He lowers the bottle from his lips and peers at Aiyla with nonplussed expression crossing his face. “What are you –– ” oh wait. Wait a damn minute. He recalls their conversation from yesterday, when he’d been stuck in the chaos of the grocery store, grabbing some last minute things after work and had run into the woman now standing on the front step. 

Elliot had been polite and asked about plans he didn’t care about, more so because they were stuck in the same line, rather than actual interest on his part and it was better than stewing over the annoyance of her floral order that week. He vaguely remembers her saying something about not having plans and then – shit. Honestly, he thought he’d blacked out because there’s no way he’d actually have invited Aiyla Avci to their Thanksgiving, open door policy though it was. Had he? Her presence is indication that he had, in fact, done just that. “I uh…sorry…” He scratches the back of his head, “I didn’t actually think you’d take me up on my offer.” @aiylaxavci​

[goldenchildlynn]

hushed || thanksgiving self para

WHO: Ryder Lynn, Oliver Lynn, Maria Lynn, various family members, mentions of Rachel Berry, Bree Brown, Santana Lopez, Finn Hudson, Sam Evans, Hunter Clarington. WHERE: Lynn Residence, Castleport.  WHEN: Thanksgiving Day

@basicallybree @snixxem @inkedsevans @castleporthudson @hcclarington

Well, this would be fun.

Holidays at the Lynn residence was a typically get together, his mother hard at work in the kitchen, his younger cousins putting up the place mats, some cinnamon and vanilla type of candle burning with the mixture of fresh cooked, home made meals lingering in the air. It was nostalgic in a way, bringing him back to times when he was younger, when things weren’t weighing on his shoulders like boulders. Instead of worrying about getting his Thanksgiving outfit dirty from rough housing outside with his cousins, now he was worrying about the death of a close friend and the way he possibly ruined someone he cared about’s life by being a stupid, impulsive idiot and kissing her while she was married. Sam was right, he was acting like an idiot, but he couldn’t bring himself to just stop the way he felt. The only thing he could do was distance himself, to let her breathe...even if he wanted to be the one to help her to her feet.

What kind of fucked up television show had he fallen into.

That, and seeing his father try and be all cheery on the Holiday, acting like he cared about his family as he helped his mother in the kitchen with the turkey he’d worked on all day...it made his stomach churn as he just tried to keep his eyes on the television as preseason for football was beginning. That note, the one that exposed his father for the cheating piece of shit husband he was, still was tucked away in his wallet. The proof was in the pudding, or email that had all the information he needed, and when he wrote to his father they needed to talk, he avoided his son like the plague. It was typical, his dad couldn’t own up when he was cornered. But he couldn’t hide from him for long, and Ryder kept that in mind as he pretended to focus on the TV until one of his random family members came up and started chatting about sports. As usual. 

Soon enough, everyone was gathered around the table, and they had to say prayer. But Ryder found it hard to keep his eyes closed, because he was beyond exhausted. He wondered what everyone else was doing, what Bree was doing on her first Holiday alone with her family in ages, what Santana was doing with her mom after the shift in leads for the Rachel case, what Hunter was doing...he really needed to see Hunter soon, maybe he would after he snuck away after the dishes were done. When the thankful speeches began to go around the table, his father of course stood up to start, raising a glass of bourbon before beginning to speak of how thankful he was for his health, for having the family together, and then he looked across the table at Ryder.

“....and for my son, and his bright future in the NFL. You always know how to make me proud son, and I really, really hope you can keep that up. It’d be a shame if you messed up somehow---” He started before pausing, starting to laugh as if he was kidding, family members chiming in, “But you got your youth, which is more than I can say, am I right?” He motioned to the other older males at the table, all joining in with laughter while Ryder forced a smile. But his father’s glare was all too knowing, a warning almost to not run his mouth, because his father had dirt on him. Just as Ryder had dirt on his father.

Then it got around to Ryder in the circle, and he stood up, grabbing the glass of red wine his mother had poured him and raising it. “I’m thankful for my lovely, beautiful mother for making this feast, along with you Aunt Helen, the corn casserole is amazing...” He began light heartedly, clearing his throat before nodding his head, “I’m also thankful for second chances, for being a man when faced with adversity and hardship, for being....loyal to the ones I love. Because at the end of the day, if you aren’t loyal and genuine with those you care for, then those you care for will all disappear. One by one.” His gaze drifted over to his father, who was now shooting him an all too knowing look as he took a large swig of the dark liquor in his glass, “To loyalty.” And everyone echoed, laughing along, clinking their glasses before Ryder nodded and sat down, almost downing half the wine in his glass. 

Soon the food was finished, and as he made his way to the kitchen to help with the dishes, he felt a hand grab his arm, “Ryder, a moment of your time please. I need help with something in the garage.” It was the deep voice of his father, and he sighed as he glanced over to him, not wanting to cause a scene in front of his family so he followed him to the back hall away from the crowd. Instantly, his father gave him a light shove to the wall behind him, it wasn’t the first time his father put hands on him. Even though he was older, Oliver Lynn was still in decent shape and was a tall, threatening force. And it wasn’t like Ryder would ever lay a hand on his own father anyways, it was a lose lose situation, all for the sake of his mother. “That stunt you pulled at the dinner table was unacceptable.”

Laughing under his breath, he shook his head, “You’re joking right? You want to talk about unacceptable, how about we talk about how you’re FUCKING Mrs. Motta-” And then were was his father stepping forward, getting in his space, making Ryder feel small. 

“You don’t want to get involved in my personal business, son. I assure you that, if you do, I won’t be so willing to protect all the fuck ups you get into. And, last that I heard, you seem to also have a thing for married women. A man from my office said he saw you kissing Bree Brown a few months ago...and now she’s getting divorced? Seems rather convenient.” Pausing, his father noticed the way his son’s demeanor changed upon topic of the conversation, and he smirked, “Trust me, you don’t want to turn your back on me and ruin this family. It’s the only thing that is keeping you together, your career, everything. I’m the one person that can make your problems go away, to keep your image clean, don’t fuck that up. Or else you’ll just be able wannabe player who never got their real shot.” 

Ryder felt his fists clutched by his sides, jaw clenched hard enough to see the bone stick out and he nodded, “Right. But don’t expect me to fucking defend you when all your dirty laundry eventually gets out. Mom deserves better than your bullshit.” He muttered, shaking his head before shouldering past his father and quickly making his way to the living room, breathing deep as he silently made his way to the dishes and began working. His mother instantly noting the way her son’s demeanor changed and coming up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I love you son, you know that?” She murmured into his strong shoulder, and he took a deep breath, trying to blink back the way his eyes fogged up with tears, keeping his face to the sink as he nodded.

“I know ma.....I love you too.”

[sublimegentlemanalpaca]

Hope everyone has a happy thanksgiving.

Or st least a passable one. If aren’t one for thanksgiving, than have a nice Thursday.