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Thanksgiving with White families vs. Black families

White People Thanksgiving Dinner

Turkey
Stuffing
Gravy
Cranberry Sauce (w/ the cranberries in it)
Sweet Potatoes
Mashed Potatoes
Green Bean Casserole
Rolls
Congealed Salad
Pumpkin Pie

Total Amount Of Attendants: 4-10 people (Not including dogs and cats that sit at the table)

Black People Thanksgiving Dinner

Smoked Turkey
Fried Turkey
Fried Chicken
Catfish
Roast Beef
Chitterlings
Ham
Honey Baked Ham
Country Ham
Ribs
Dressing (w/ Turkey baked in it)
Giblet Gray (w/ eggs and some mo in it)
Jellied Cranberry Sauce
Turnip Greens
Collard Greens
Mustard Greens
Mixed Greens
Boiled Okra
Fried Okra
Cabbage
Green Beans
Baked Mac n Cheese
Black Eyed Peas
Broccoli Rice Casserole
Sweet Potato Casserole
Candied Yams
Carrot Soufflé
Potato Salad
Tuna Salad
Tossed Salad
Pasta Salad
Spaghetti
Lasagna
Shrimp
Crab Legs
Fettuccine Alfredo
Gumbo
Deviled Eggs
Rotel Cheese Dip
Corn Bread
Hot Water Cornbread
Rolls
Butter Rolls
Sweet Potato Pie
All Of The Sold Out Patty Labelle Pies
Pecan Pie
Egg Pie
Chess Pie
Chocolate Pie
Peach Cobbler
Punch Bowl Cake
Banana Pudding
Lemon Cake
Pound Cake
Red Velvet Cake
Cheesecake
German Chocolate Cake
Caramel Cake
Yellow Cake w/ Chocolate Frosting
Carrot Cake
Sock-It-To-Me Cake
King’s Hawaiian Savory Butter Rolls
Fry Bread
Enchiladas
Cous Cous
Strudel
Pho
Popcorn shrimp
Shrimp kabob
Fried shrimp
Pineapple shrimp
Shrimp and grits
Shrimp and gravy
Birthday Cake
Bean Pies
Little Debbie’s
Pot Pies
Dirty Rice
Ravioli
Pig Feet
Hog Maws
Cotto Salami
Jalapeño Poppers
Cottage Cheese
Old Halloween candy
Egg Foo Yung
Snipe
Trout
Vienna Sausage
Potted meats
Saltine crackers
Sardines
Ramen noodles
Taco salad
Salisbury steak
Hot pockets
Pickles
Frito Pies
Watermelon
Hot Dog Casserole
Pork Rinds
Broccoli & Cheese Casserole
Spaghetti
Spaghetti-Os
Black Licorice
Hamburger Helper
Chocolate Covered Raisins
Hot Cheetos
Spinach & Artichoke Dip
Guacamole
Fondant
Ranch Style Beans
Lil Smokies
Kool-Aid
Cases of Knockoff Soda
Seagram’s Gin
Crown Royal
Bud Ice

Total Amount Of Attendants: Anybody who likes Seasoning Salt and a 18 minute prayer over the food

Thanksgiving is only five days away, and since another year and season have come and gone, it’s time to update the Hawkins Thanksgiving headcanons of last year:

- The Wheelers always go out of town to spend Thanksgiving with family, and Mike hates that he can’t stay home to spend El’s first Thanksgiving together, biting his tongue and not saying what he’s actually thinking when his mom says how important it is to spend the day with family: that it’s like spending the day with a bunch of Dad-clones (and that El feels more like family than his relatives do). He promises to see her the next day, which he does, full of questions about what her first ever Thanksgiving was like.
- The Sinclairs have family over, their house crammed full of Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair’s parents and siblings and Lucas and Erica’s cousins. Mrs. Sinclair makes her signature pecan pies and Mr. Sinclair and his brothers argue over how to prepare the turkey. The kids all argue over what games to play while they avoid getting drafted into setting the table or working in the kitchen. Lucas invites Max, but:
- Max flies back to California to spend the weekend with her dad, the one set day a year she gets to see him on her own. They don’t worry so much about dinner as they do the chance to catch up in person and wish that she didn’t have to go back to Indiana. Still, they end up in a back corner booth at a Denny’s that’s out of everything where they people-watch out the window. They spend the rest of the weekend window-shopping and catching up over peppermint ice creams.
- Dustin invites Steve to come with him and his mom to Indianapolis to spend the day with his mom’s family. Since Steve’s parents have managed the last few years to be busy on Thanksgiving Day, he accepts and even offers to drive all the way. He finds a station that’s already playing Christmas music and leaves it there, the three of them singing along the entire ride. Everyone in Dustin’s family falls in love with Steve, particularly Dustin’s aunts who live for compliments on their cooking. Dustin loves having someone besides his dorky younger cousins and cheek-pinching aunts to talk to after dinner, especially someone who’ll also roll their eyes when grandpa inevitably starts a pointless debate that all the adults join in on, making the dinner instantly more awkward. It also helps that Steve can give him a few pointers on how to successfully toss a football, even if they’re the only ones playing and they both absolutely suck (Steve insists that it’s because he’s a basketball man).
- The Byers spend the day at home, except this time they’re joined by Hopper and El. Hopper brings and prepares a turkey while Joyce struggles with her instant potatoes, trying to follow the instructions on the box to the letter so they don’t turn out runny like they always do. El and Will make the pies together, keeping a close eye on the timer so the frozen Sara Lee pies don’t burn. They use canned cranberry sauce and boxed stuffing, but once they’re all sitting down at the table, it’s the best dinner they’ve ever had. It’s quiet and peaceful, just what they all need after the events of just a few weeks before. Hopper and Joyce wash the dishes together after dinner, chatting at the table over a pot of coffee once they’re finished. The kids flip through the channels on the television until they find a Christmas movie, which they don’t really pay much attention to since they’re too busy passing the can of whipped cream back and forth and hoping Hopper and Joyce don’t notice when they just slightly miss their mouths. But eventually, El and Will fall asleep on each other’s shoulders and Hopper decides it’s about time he and El head home. He puts on his coat and picks up the plates of leftovers Joyce had to force him to take because he was worried about she and the boys having enough. But as she pointed out, he had his own kid to worry about now, so just take the damn food, Jim. He smirks to himself because Joyce is the only one who can get away with that, and gently wakes El up, shepherding her to the door to bundle up. They head home, a Christmas music station gently playing on the car radio, quiet enough to let El doze in her seat. Once they get home and put away the leftovers, they collapse in their respective bedrooms, resting up for the next morning when their quiet breakfast of turkey sandwiches will be cut short by the arrival of five excited kids, one in particular practically crashing through the door to see El after a whole day apart.

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To propel Jack into the future, Aku had to send someone to the past, so he figured he’d kill two birds with one stone

imagine how awkward its gonna be when his estranged son shows up with his arch nemesis for a boyfriend

those holiday family dinners are gonna be tense

Thanksgiving Turkey Cran Sandwich


Yield varies by preference

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
  • Leftover cranberry sauce, stuffing, & turkey
  • Provolone cheese
  • Sourdough bread
Equipment
  • Electric griddle
  • Spatula
  • Knife
  1. Heat leftover turkey, cranberry sauce and stuffing.
  2. Turn the griddle up to 300ºF and then place a slice of bread on it.
  3. Lay a slice of cheese on the bread and then layer cranberry sauce, stuffing, and turkey on top of the cheese. Let it sit for 20 to 30 seconds.
  4. Flip the sandwich over and allow the other side to brown, about 30 to 45 seconds.
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The photos above are real examples of Thanksgiving dinners served to inmates. The meal usually includes slices of turkey roll, stuffing, cranberry jelly and carrots, but that is not always the case in many prisons.

Taking a risk

Day number 8 of the 12 days of christmas challenge I’m taking part in, thought up by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes! Today’s prompt: mistletoe

Word count: 908

Characters: Reader x Sam, Dean, Jody Mills, Claire and Alex, Bobby Singer (mentioned)

Warnings: food baby, a few light hearted insults, pining over someone


You’re still laughing as you walk into the kitchen.
“Hey Jody. I am here to help, so put me to work.”
“Well, as you’re THE ONLY ONE HELPING ME,” you smile as Jody raised her voice so it can be heard in the lounge, knowing full well that like the Winchester boys neither Alex or Claire are going to move until the food’s ready, “You get to choose. Cranberry sauce or stuffing?”
Plumping for the stuffing first, you roll the sleeves up on the flannel you’re wearing and get stuck in.
“I’d ask if I’ve seen that shirt before but they all blur into one after a while.”
“Oh, I know” you reply “But actually this one isn’t mine. It’s Sam’s.”
“And you’re wearing it because?” Jody asks, keeping one eye on the stove and the other on you.
“It was at the top of the clean washing pile and we were in a rush because Dean wanted to beat traffic. And it’s comfy. And it’ll help cover up the food baby I’ll have going on later.”
“Well, as we’ve already brought him up, what’s going on between the two of you?”

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Thanksgiving Pt. 1

Originally posted by amanitacaplan

William is sitting in one of the chairs in the old campaign office. He’s lost in thought when the elevator dings and opens. Felicity steps out and feels the heaviness of the day hit her when she sees his face.

“Hey” she says slowly walking towards him.

“Hey”

“You ok?” she asks sitting on the desk beside him.

“Yeah” he says sullenly.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to celebrate like we planned.”

“It’s ok, it’s just we’ve always celebrated Thanksgiving.”

“You and your mom?”

“Yeah, and my grandparents, and we always did this thing where we went around the table and told each other what we were thankful for.”

“That is so cool.”

“What about you? Did you have any cool traditions?”

“Oh, I never really celebrated Thanksgiving. Never had a reason to.”

“Why not?”

“My dad, he umm… he left when I was 7.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, I got over it. But after that it was just me and my mom, and even then, she was a cocktail waitress. So, I usually spent these days alone.”

“Your mom was a cocktail waitress here?”

She huffs out a laugh. “Oh no, Las Vegas. I’m from there.”

“Cool” he says looking down at his hands.

“But you know, I was really looking forward to it, because for the first time I finally had a reason to.  With you and Oliver, I feel more like a family than I ever have. I mean not that I’m your mom- step-mom or anything, it’s just that you’re a really kid Will and…”

“Felicity”

She looks up from her lap.

“I know what you mean, I feel it too. You’re really cool and I honestly couldn’t imagine celebrating without you.”

At the statement, her eyes begin to water and her breath catches in her throat. Before she can say anything else, the elevator opens and Oliver steps out.

“Are you guys ready?”

Wiping a stray tear away, Felicity nods and gets up.

“Yeah, I’m ready to go home and relax next to the fire. Well not my home, nut your home.”

Laying a hand on her shoulder, Oliver says, “Let’s go home.”

Grabbing their coats, they walk out into the cold November night.


Opening the front door, they are surprised to see a table set with all the treats of a Thanksgiving fest.

“Oh, good your home.”

“Rasia, what is all this?”  Oliver asks.

“Well surely you can’t celebrate Thanksgiving without a meal.”

“Wow, it looks amazing.” William says.

“Why don’t you wash up and we can carve this turkey and dig in.”

And they do, they all wash their hands and go back and sit down at the table. While eating the delicates of cranberries, stuffing, and tender turkey, they smile and enjoy the moment.

“William, you said you had a tradition where you went around the table and told everyone what you’re grateful for, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to start?”

He hesitates at first then nods. “Ok. I am grateful for… you guys. I know the situation isn’t perfect, but I’m grateful to be alive and here.”

No one says anything at first, because they’re battling between tears of happiness and pride.

Raisa pipes in and says, “Well we’re happy to have you here too.”

“Yes” Felicity whispers and Oliver mutters a “Yeah” in a voice of wonder.

“Raisa do you want to go next?” William asks looking to his left.

“Sure. I’m grateful that all of you are safe and sound. Especially you Oliver.”

Nodding his head in appreciation, he looks back at the woman who practically raised him and smiles. Lost in the sweet moment, Felicity almost miser her name being called.

“What” Is it my turn? Ok, well I’m thankful for my family.” she says looking Oliver, then at William. “It’s nice to have something to celebrate with the people I love.”

Oliver takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. “I’m thankful for you too” he whispers through the kiss.

Blushing, she turns away. “Your turn.”

Before he can say a word, the bell of the oven goes off.

“Oh, my pumpkin pie” Raisa says getting up.

Throughout the rest of the night, Oliver never does get the opportunity to say what he was thankful for, but he’s ok with it. He knows that just being here with his family, laughing at the little things, and enjoying the gentle moments is worth more than any price tag.


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deadangel101  asked:

Okay, seriously, thanks to your blog, I have the biggest urge to have a Stardew Valley Thanksgiving themed meal, so thanks a lot >:(

Stuffing, Cranberry Sauce, Autumn’s Bounty, Glazed Yams, Cheese Cauliflower, Bean Hotpot, Roots Platter, Pumpkin Pie, Cranberry Candy

Don’t forget the turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, and any other dishes you like! (you can also make Pumpkin Soup, Roasted Hazelnuts, and Blackberry Cobbler if you so choose)  :D <3 

FRIENDSGIVING


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Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 3 093
summary : Reader and Kai are friends and go together to celebrate Thanksgiving at the Salvatore’s house.
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Kai got up early and walked to Y/N’s house , ringing the doorbell. Usually he’d sneak into her house through her bedroom window but not this time. It was his favourite holiday and he wanted to do things right for a change.  A moment later Y/N’s dad opened the door , letting him inside.
“I think she is still asleep but you are welcome to wait for her downstairs until she wakes.” said her dad.
“Thanks.” said Kai smiling , putting his hands on her father’s shoulders. “But I think I will go upstairs and wake her up myself.. and you are not going to come check up on  us.”  and the next second he whooshed himself upstairs in her bedroom seeing her door was cracked open. He smiled and pushed it in , seeing Y/N curled up into a ball , semi hanging off the bed. Kai walked inside , sitting on the opposite side , pulling her towards him.
“Wakey wakey.”
“5 more minutes dad…” mumbled Y/N pulling the covers over her head.
Kai laughed at her words, tickling her through the covers.
“Not your dad sweetheart , though you can still call me ‘daddy’ if you want.”
Y/N pulled the covers over her head finding Kai grinning over her. His eyes sparkling with excitement as he tapped her nose. She glanced at the clock noticing its barely 7.25AM , then back at Kai.
“What ? H-how did you get in my ro- bed?”
“Front door. Weirdly your father is not on vervain. I wonder who got him off of it.” said Kai amused. “Oh right. I did.“ he laughed.
She couldnt help but smile. Kai might be dangerous around everyone else but not around her. Y/N got to see a side of him no one else did. He was charming , funny and sometimes annoyingly cute but she loved him just the way he was with all the good and the bad.
“Should I be worried you made sure my dad can be compelled or ?”
“Nah … Don’t worry. I just wanted him to allow me to sneak into the house whenever I want without interruptions.” he said smiling. “Now , get up. It’s THANKSGIVING !!! My favourite day of the year !”
“What about Christmas ?”  she asked yawning , rubbing her forehead with her thumb and index finger. Kai was like a little kid on Christmas morning. The most dangerous thing about him today would be how much food he’d try to get her to eat.
“Christmas is fun but I like Thanksgiving best.” he grinned. “Come on , get up !” he pulled the covers off her , pulling her hands until she was in a sitting position. “There is so much to do - turkey , cranberries , stuffing OH and those glazed carrots !!”
“I know , I know … Caroline already send me a whole list with chores the other night.” she said getting up. Her friends had invited her to Friendsgiving and of course everyone had chores to do and a schedule to stick to. Kai looked at her confused.
“What does Candice had to do with today ?”
“Didn’t I tell you ? Sorry … classes and all. Must’ve slipped my mind.” she laughed nervously. “Caroline invited me over to celebrate Friendsgiving … well Thanksgiving at the Salvatores…and you are coming as my plus one.”
Kai stared at her as if she had just dropped a nuclear bomb in the middle of her bedroom. Her friends didn’t like him and he didnt really feel like spending the day with them , but he also wanted to spend the day with Y/N. He liked being around her , talking or just sitting together doing nothing.
“Lose the sad face.” she tickled him. “Smile. There is nothing to be nervous about - I’ll be there and -”
“They don’t like me. What if -”
“No , no , no. No ‘but’ or ‘if’. “ she said wrapping her hands around her best friend. “You are coming or I’ll be very very sad … and mad at you.”
“You know I cant say no to you.” he smiled. “Now , where is that list Candice sent you? I dont want them to hate me for ruining Thanksgiving , also I make the best stuffing. Literally to die for.” said Kai excitedly.
“Ah well thats perfect because stuffing is our responsibility.” smiled Y/N.
“Fantastic !” said Kai grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder making her laugh. “Lets go sweet cheeks. I am making you breakfast.”

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Thankful - Stiles Stilinski

Summary: You can’t fly home for Thanksgiving so Stiles offers to let you spend it with him

Word Count: 2,000

Author’s Note: I do love that my baby is training for the FBI, but for fic purposes lets pretend he’s still in California. It’s super late, but I said I’d give you a Stiles Thanksgiving imagine and that’s what I did. I still feel bad about not having the Isaac one ready yet. I’m almost completely done with college, so I won’t have any excuses soon. Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. 

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“We are going to demolish that test tomorrow,” Stiles said in an excited whisper as he closed his textbook.

“If we can actually get enough sleep to function. I’m going to have to set 2 different alarm clocks just to make sure I actually get up in time for the test.” You placed all your highlighters and notebooks into your bag, tossing it over your shoulder. You and Stiles began to walk out of the crowded library.

“If I notice you’re not in class, I’ll run to your dorm to wake you up,” Stiles said with a sleepy smile on his face.

“Thanks,” you responded smiling back. “I can’t wait until the test is over so I can catch up on all the sleep I’ve been missing.”

“Me either. My history professor canceled his class, so I only have this test then I am out of here. I’ll be on my way to Beacon Hills to start my Thanksgiving break.”

“It’s a shame it’s only 2 and a half days. No one told me back in high school Thanksgiving break wasn’t a full week in college.”

“Yeah, but at least we get to go home at all.” Stiles held open the library doors for you to walk through. This had become your routine. Whenever you would study together, whether it was a late night cramming session or just finishing a study guide, he would walk you to your dorm. Your campus was safe, but you loved having Stiles all to yourself. Even if required you to stay up doing work in the library.

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Merry Christmas

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Show: Supernatural

Summary: Oh, this is so not a post card Christmas. But none the less, have yourself a merry little Christmas.

Pairing:  Crowley x Reader

Warnings: A little AU, violence, humor

Word Count:  1055

Reading Time:  4 Minutes

A/N: Just spent a Christmas get together with the lovely @the-valley-of-lost-souls and well I learned a lot about how their Christmases went. So, with that, their stories gave me this idea. Also, I started writing this on Christmas Eve while drinking Tequila and finished it this morning before family comes over. No beta, all errors are totally my own :D

Merry Christmas!

XoX

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This particular illustration belongs somewhere between pt. 3 and 4 of CC Christmas fic, but It’s my favourite. You’ll find a lot of team dynamic in this chapter and some nice memories. As always massive ‘thank you’ for @flabbergabst  for correcting my mistakes.

Cheers, lads. Enjoy :*

(I own nothing)

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“You’re Not Him”

Part 1: “For Him”

Part 2: “About Him”

Part 3: ”From Him”

When  the Captain finally came back to Waverider, Nate was in the middle of singing along ”God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman”—the very same Stein had been singing last Christmas. Considering how horrible this version was, she stormed off to her quaters faster than intended. Sara had to admit though, the atmosphere on the ship improved significantly. The plan was working.

Leo had no intention of following her. She was upset enough after he had her sussed a few moments ago; so instead,  he also went straight inside and joined Amaya and Jax in the kitchen for dinner preparations.

Even with the lack of cooking possibilities on Earth-X, he managed not to burn the yam casserole with marshmallows. He also did a pretty good job with herbal mashed potatoes, but that was all he could achieve in this field. However, an attempt to make spiced mulled wine turned out to be disaster, so he imperceptibly retreated. Only God knows how Snart missed the laughter and learning simple things from his own mistakes. Eventually, another members of the Legends came to help too. Leo figured that he is not needed in the already too crowdy space.

 Leo asked Gideon where the captain is. The AI reported that Sara was currently in the training room, punching hell out of leather board. Leonard wanted to approach her again but he had one more person to talk to before dinner.

So there he stood, in front of Mick’s door, waiting. The doors opened at the request and Leo walked into the messy room without invitation. Not like he needed any.

”Before you try to kick me out, let me clarify one thing,” Leo started. ”You, or more like your version from Earth-X, was my best friend. Him and I have a strong connection in every world we exist. So why don’t you just talk to me? It will cost you nothing. But then again, I know you’re afraid.”

”I’m afraid of nothing! You wanna know why?” Rory almost growled. ”Because I have nothing else to loose, Snart!”

Leo waited for the man to calm down. Mick picked up a bottle of beer lying around and said in a way less gruff than a few seconds ago. ”There was only one Leonard for me. My true partner who had to play the hero and die, leaving me with those bunch of idiots.”

”Then why did you stay?” Leo asked, turning his head towards the arsonist and patiently waiting for the answer.

Mick loudly sighed. ”Exactly because of the same man who blew himself up. I knew he would stay if I had been the one dead in that damnxplosion. Beside, someone has to take care of those kids now that grandpa professor is gone.”

That comment caused small laughter deep inside Snart’s stomach, but he managed to find some snarky answer.

”I assume you’re not exactly the most suitable role model for any of them. But I’m no different, Mick. I never wanted to be a role model, but at least I try. The awful things we went through  made us the people that we are now and you, my friend, as terrible as it may sound, are becoming a better man every day. And those ‘idiots’ are one of the reasons behind that.”

Heatwave started to open his mouth in response, but Citizen Cold already stood up and began leaving the room with one last sentence.

”And yes, I know what you’re going to say. ‘Stop calling me your friend!’,” Leo drawled. ”Noted, Mick, once and for all. But that doesn’t mean you’re not my greatest companion.”

That’s how he left, asking Gideon to close the door to Mick’s room.

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