#Celebrate Mom

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[momscrubsandmysteries]

My 2024 Portuguese Mother’s Day - Dia da Mãe 2024

EN: This year my kids surprised me with all this handcrafted DIY goodies and I couldn’t be more proud of their crafting skills! Check them out, it may give you some ideas for your own Mom! Feel free to get inspired and show your Mother all the love and appreciation she deserves! 🧍🏼‍♀️Eva, 10y 🧍🏼Lucas, 6y PT: Este ano os meus filhos surpreenderam-me com este conjunto de presentes feitos por…

[gongyussy]

you think YOU had a bad day at work?

bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera

[hood-ex]

All the Americans on RedNote/Xiaohongshu that are interacting with Chinese people for the first time and are realizing that our governments hate each other but that we can build community/friendship with Chinese people reminds me of a conversation I had with a student of mine.

For context, I taught kids from China how to speak English for 4 years. I had one student named Rain (his English name) from Guangzhou. He was about 9 years old, and I'd been teaching him since the very beginning of his English journey when he only knew very basic vocabulary like vegetables. He got to the point in his language learning where he could use simple words and sentences to talk about more complex subjects.

There was one class we had that I still think about to this day.

"What classes did you have at school today?" I asked. "Math? English? PE?"

"Math yes. English class yes. And... history," he said.

"Oh history? Nice," I said.

"Teacher, I don't like USA a little bit," he said.

"You don't like it? Why?" I asked.

"Because..." he tried to explain before realizing that he didn't have the words he needed to express himself. He switched to miming and drawing the USA fighting with/being mean to China.

"So you don't like the USA because the USA fights China? Hurts China?" I asked for clarification.

"Yes, yes, I don't like it a little bit," he nodded.

"Do you like USA people? I like people from China," I said.

"You like China people?" he asked.

"Yes, I love Chinese people," I said. "I don't like when the USA and China fight, but I love Chinese people."

"Me too!" he said. "Kind of don't like USA, but I like USA people."

In that moment, I was amazed that even with a language barrier, and even with our age difference, we could come to the same conclusion that we didn't like what our countries did to each other, but that didn't mean that he had to hate American people or that I had to hate Chinese people.

"USA people and Chinese people are kind of different," I said, referring to our cultural differences. "We are the same too."

"Yes, kind of the same," he agreed.

That's what many Americans on RedNote/Xiaohongshu are starting to understand better.

[sillysiluriforme]

I love how your Adrien in la terreur is so gnc/nonbinary coded, like even amongst the rest of the sentimonsters he's somehow even more of a creature than them. I'll see your drawings of him with a shaved head and then him with luscious long locks of beautiful hair like Rapunzel and I'm like "Emilie and Gabriel just wanted the perfect child huh. They just didn't specify gender in whatever way." He's like a creature roaming in the forests stealing everyone's gender, or lack there of. He gives off Puck/Peter Pan vibes as well with the forever engrained Pinocchio life he shall live.

If someone’s gender’s been stolen it’s his like im sorry he’s not non binary he’s castrated 😭

No hate though ! ​you definitely picked up on the link between his androgyny (and consequent neoteny) and his lack of personhood.

He doesn’t get to have secondary sexual characteristics because that’d mean puberty, ergo adulthood, ergo autonomy. Growing up being gnc is never a choice for him so he grows to resent it. His story would be very different if he had been a girl.

I fear I may soon have to drop the adrien misogyny comic…

[cubbihue]

Does Mr. Turner like rubbing his “son’s” successful career in Dinkleberg’s face??

He does! He brags about Timmy's success to every person within the neighborhood's vicinity. Mr. Turner loves how successful his son is! It really secures his reputation at the neighborhood HOA meetings they host at their house.

Timmy's worked very hard to gain more successes than failures. The more successful he is, the greater his family's social standing!! And the less he gets to overhear his dad ranting to the neighborhood about his failures.

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[bixels]

Jesus man, relax.

[lesservillain]

congratulations on 2000 followers! 🍀

could i request baby daddy eddie with the smut prompt 22 ‘are you doing that on purpose?’

thank you so much you're so kind! hope you enjoy :)

join the 2k celebration!

cw: baby daddy!eddieverse (non canon compliant), unprotected piv (but he pulls out), reader testing eddie's resilience on purpose

wc: 2.5k (I am so sorry lol)

Eddie was sure he was going crazy. He was positive. There was no way you were wearing those little sundresses just for him. No way you were leaning forward or bending over in front of him to get his attention. You were just comfortable around him. Something that he was happy about after living together for a month and a half now. 

But, damn it if it wasn’t getting him riled up. He swears he saw a peak of your ass when you bent over in front of him to pick up Autumn’s toys in the living room. You had stretched out really far to grab something and the hem of your dress rode up to expose the curve of it, and he swears you lingered there long enough for him to get a good look on purpose. 

He gets it’s getting into the mid 80s, but did you have to wear a thong? He didn’t know how he could keep going on knowing what you had on under those dresses. The dresses that were so short they showed off your legs to him, making his mind wander into places that they shouldn’t as they disappeared into the flower printed fabric.

And don’t even get him started on the fact that you weren’t wearing bras around the trailer. There was little left to the imagination when he could see your hard nipples barely covered by the material covering them. Not to mention your tits were practically spilling out at all times and he could barely keep his eyes off of them. 

But Eddie kept his cool. He pretended that it didn’t bother him around you, only to beat off in the shower after a long day of suffering through you prancing around the house in front of him. Work was his only reprieve from the torture you were putting him through, because as soon as he came home to you plating the table in that short denim skirt, he was immediately getting hard.

After weeks of suffering through this, Eddie had finally reached his breaking point. The two of you had put Autumn to bed when you ran into the bedroom to get ready for bed. It was starting to stay hot at night and Eddie expected you to come out in a t-shirt and some sleep shorts like you normally do. But here you are, sitting next to him on the couch in nothing but a pair of skimpy underwear and one of his shirts.

”Sweetheart,” Eddie says, turning to face you on the couch. You look at him with wide eyes and give him a smile.

”What’s up?”

Eddie swallowed thickly, trying to keep his eyes off your exposed skin. ”Are you doing that on purpose?” He gestures at your legs and he watches the way they shift when he gives them attention. You tilt your head at him, a confused look on your face.

”Doing what?” You say with a giggle, seeming unsure of what he’s referring to.

”Are you…y’know, wearing that to get a reaction out of me?”

You look down at yourself then look back at him. “I’m sorry, does me wearing your shirt bother you?” You ask with genuine concern.

”No, not at all,” Eddie says waving his hands. “It’s not that you’re wearing my shirt. Well, it’s kinda that, but it’s not a bad thing.”

”I don’t understand, Eddie,” you say, shaking your head slowly.

”Ugh, I just…” Eddie takes a deep breath in before fully facing you. You mirror his actions, worry etched on your face. “Listen, I know it’s hot and all that, but I can’t…can’t help but notice the things you’ve been wearing around the house.” Eddie’s eyes are downcast, not feeling the courage to look you in the eyes as he confesses what he’s been feeling.

”What I’ve been wearing?” You ask, trying to get him to continue.

”Yeah, like the short dresses and the skirts…the low cut tops…no bra…” Eddie’s mind begins to wander as all of your outfits flash into his mind. He’s trying to will himself not to get hard in this moment, but it seems to be a losing battle.

”What about them? Do they bother you?”

”It’s not that they bother me in a bad way. More like…the exact opposite.” Eddie knows his face has to be red as he says these things to you. “And I guess I just got it in my head that you’re wearing these things on purpose, to try and get a rise out of me.”

The room is silent for a moment. Eddie doesn’t dare look at you, because he’s sure you’re about to laugh at him for making such a stupid assumption. Why did he think this was a good idea? He should have just kept his big mouth shut.

”Is it working?”

The tone of your voice has Eddie’s eyes snapping up to look at you. You’ve got a devilish look on your face that makes Eddie feel like he could melt into the cushion of the couch right now.

”W-what?” Eddie stutters out, not sure if he heard you right.

”I said is it working?” You repeat, leaning forward into his personal space. Oh god, what’s happening?

”Are you being serious right now?” Eddie doesn’t want to mistake this for something it’s not. The last thing he needs is to make you uncomfortable and have you leaving him.

But when you start to climb on top of him, he starts to think maybe he was right all along.

”As serious as a heart attack,” you say, your eyes on his lips as you inch your face closer to his. Eddie feels his heart skip a beat when you brush your lips against his, subconsciously leaning forward to chase after them. You didn’t resist as his lips met yours, slowly moving them against his in a passionate kiss. Eddie swears he sees sparks every time he gets to kiss you and this time is no different.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pushing your body against his as the kiss picks up, getting more heated with every passing second. Eddie is impossibly hard in his jeans right now and all you’ve done is kiss him, but in this moment he doesn’t even care. He doesn’t even care if this kiss doesn’t go anywhere, he’s just happy to have this with you right now, his dick be damned.

But you seemed to have other plans as you lower yourself into his lap, fully seating yourself against the tent in his pants. Eddie lets out a low moan as you start to rock your hips over him, the friction feeling so good that he can’t help but grab your hips and keep you moving over him. The feeling of your soft, bare skin in his hands was enough to drive him crazy. 

“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” You suddenly ask, pulling away from him. The sultry look on your face was enough to do Eddie in, and he wasted no time wrapping his arms around your legs and lifting you up on the couch. You let out a giggly squeal as he picked you up, your grip around his neck tightening as he carried you into your shared bedroom.

Eddie playfully tossed you into the bed, eliciting a laugh from you as you bounced on the mattress. You beckoned him with grabby hands and he obliged you by crawling over your frame on the bed. Grabbing his collar, you pulled him into another kiss that made Eddie’s head spin. It makes him feel brave enough to let his hand slip under the hem of your shirt, gliding over the expanse of your soft stomach until he reaches your chest. You must like this, because you gasp against his mouth as he begins to fondle your breast in his big hands.

Suddenly, your hands leave his shirt and make their way lower until you’re at the button of his jeans. You pop it open with little resistance, the old zipper coming undone on its own from the pressure of how hard he was straining against them. With little warning, you slipped your hand into his boxers and grabbed at his length, making Eddie’s breath hitch from the contact. Eddie retracted his hand from your chest to help you pull his pants down enough that you could release his cock from its confines. 

You immediately start to stroke him, moving your hand up and down his aching length. The way you rolled your hand over his tip had his brain going dumb, turning him into putty in your grasp. “Shit,” he breathes out, looking down to watch you work him. And when you stop he wants to whine out like a pathetic dog. But his complaints die on his tongue when he watches your hands reach down for your panties and pull them down. He sees the little wet patch in the crotch and starts to salivate. Would you let him eat you out again like last time?

He got his answer in the needy way you called his name. You looked at him with lidded eyes and Eddie was a goner, ready to give you whatever you wanted. “Please,” you beg, grabbing for him again. “Need you.”

“Awe, you poor thing,” Eddie cooes at you.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you pout, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Well, you better hurry up and get to it before I change my mind.” Eddie took that threat very seriously. He moved himself until he was situated between your legs, staring at your exposed center as you opened up for him. He goes to line himself with your entrance when you put a hand against his chest to stop him.

”Not to ruin the mood, but do you have a condom?” Eddie blinks at you, sweat forming in his hairline.

”N-no,” he says, brows coming together. He didn’t think this was going to happen again so he never went out and got any, even after your last encounter. He won’t be mad if you decide to call it since he doesn’t, but he really hopes that you don’t.

”Ugh, okay,” you say defeated, and Eddie feels all the excitement drain from his body. “Just make sure you pull out this time.” Eddie’s ears perk up at this and he gives you a harsh nod, accepting your request.

”Yes ma’am,” he says, giving you a salute. You roll your eyes at him, but can’t stop yourself from smiling. 

Eddie lines himself up again and starts to push himself inside of you. Your head falls back as he pushes further in, only stopping once he’s fully inside. Eddie’s not faring much better than you, the way your cunt is squeezing him feels like heaven on his cock. He gives you a second to adjust after having no prep before he starts moving, not wanting to hurt you.

”God, you’re so big Eddie,” you breathe out, and the words go straight to his cock. He starts to rock his hips back and forth, starting slow at first until he gets a good pace going. Your moans are music to Eddie’s ears, only egging him on. 

“Harder.” Your words are strained, driving Eddie crazy to hear you beg like this. He leans forward, caging you between his arms as he gets into a better position to really fuck you. His hips smack against you as he delivers harsh thrusts into you, his cock hitting you deep inside.

His name leaves your lips in a series of chants intermingled with curses and calls to the lord. Eddie should be trying to shush you so you don’t wake your daughter up, but he doesn’t want to give up having to hear you like this either. So he settles for the next best thing, which is bringing his lips to yours and kissing you to shut you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in closer, faces mushing together from how close you were. 

You start to claw at his back, his shirt riding up to expose the skin there for your nails to dig into. The pain felt so good, like you were marking him as yours with each scratch that you left behind. Not like you needed to make it known he was yours, you were the only one for him anyway.

”Fuck, I’m close,” Eddie says, panting against your lips.

”Mmm, need a little more,” you say, and Eddie gets the hint right away. He puts his weight on his one arm and reaches between you to rub your clit. He’s never done it before so he has to do some guess work down there, but when you sigh as he comes in contact with what he thinks he’s looking for he gets to work on your bud.

”Oh my god,” you moan, and Eddie swears he can see hearts in your eyes when he looks down at your fucked out expression. While he’s focused on your pleasure, you bury a hand in his hair and pull his head back, exposing his neck to you. Eddie’s eyes roll back at the feeling, discovering something about himself in that moment. 

And when your lips land on the exposed skin of his neck he has to take a moment to refocus himself so he doesn’t cum right then and there. The way you’re completely devouring his neck is definitely going to leave a few marks tomorrow, but he doesn’t care. He’ll walk into work with pride tomorrow knowing that you were the one to mark him up for everyone to see. 

With the sensory overload, Eddie can feel himself about to reach his end at any moment. He was determined to make you cum first though, so he held off and picked up the speed on your clit. You started to flutter around him so he took that as you getting close and continued to pound into you.

”Fuck, Eddieeeee!” He feels you cumming around his cock and it’s the best thing he’s ever felt in his life. As he’s about to cum, he stops his movements and grabs his cock, withdrawing it from you at the last second to cum on your stomach. His hand works himself quickly to ride out the feeling as he paints your skin with his cum, working every last drop out of him.

”Shit,” he grunts, grabbing the tip of his cock and holding it as the last of his spend leaves it. He unscrews his eyes, blinking them open to look at the mess he’s made of you. He feels something tugging on his hair and he looks up at you to find you playing with it, a satisfied grin on your face.

”You okay?” He asks, and you give him a lazy nod for an answer. “Let me get you cleaned up.” He goes to get up but you call his name to stop him.

”I was thinking we could get in the shower…together.”

Eddie’s heart soared at the suggestion, wanting nothing more than to do that with you. Things might not be clear between you now, but he’ll do whatever he can to keep you close to him for as long as you’ll allow it.

[arcanegifs]

Happy Mother's Day to our Arcane Moms ♡

[tittyinfinity]

I just remembered that up until 5th grade, all of the sports teams I was in weren't separated by gender. I played basketball and baseball with boys. And we did just fine.

It wasn't until 6th grade when they segregated it by gender. It didn't make sense to me. I was now in softball instead of baseball, because "softball is for girls" and "baseball is for boys" (which confused me bc my dad was on an adult softball team).

Now, my brother's all-male team didn't win a single game. My all-girls team won every single one.

They presented the boys' team with this HUGE trophy, and if you wanted replicas of it, they were $30 each.

My team was presented with a very small trophy. Extras were $5.

That's when I decided gender-segregated sports were bullshit.

[flipflopmasterr]

Happy (early) Halloween folks. Here, have little Billy. rise the saturation for two fun facts on the image, find em.

and him too

[punkrockmlchael]

66 with Eddie Munson

Masterlist for 100 Follower Celebration!

Thank you for the request! It's currently freezing, snowing and blowing in Michigan so that definitely helped guide me in this direction. (No like literally the real feel right now is -11 degrees Fahrenheit as I'm writing this) (Word Count: 631)

Prompt: Sleep ; Modern AU ; Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

You awoke to your alarm blaring throughout the room. You groaned and rolled over, grabbing your cellphone off of the side table. You turned the alarm off quickly and checked your messages, seeing the automated message that your daughter's school was cancelled for the day. You sent a quick text to your boss letting her know you wouldn’t be in since you had to stay home with her and yawned.

You sighed and placed your phone down, laying back in the bed. Your husband, Eddie, stirred next to you, rolling towards you. He moved his body closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist gently.

“Mm, baby, what time is it?” Eddie asked softly, pulling your body towards his.

“Seven,” you replied, closing your eyes again.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he started, leaving some kisses on the back of your neck. “But, then, why are you still in bed?” He asked softly, his hand moving up and down your arm gently.

“No school,” you sighed, moaning softly at the kisses. “Janis has a snow day because of the weather and I’ve already texted my boss that I won’t be in today.” You replied, snuggling closer to your personal heater.

“Is that so?” He asked, opening his eyes to glance out the window across the room. “Maybe I should text Richard and tell him I’m staying home too, I sincerely doubt anyone will come get an oil change in a blizzard.”

You hummed and nodded, pulling the blanket up higher on your body. “You should,” you mumbled. “We can all have a snow day.”

Eddie nodded and quickly rolled back over to his side of the bed, reaching for his phone. You whined at the loss of heat and snuggled into the blanket more. Eddie sent a quick text to his boss before returning back to you, pulling your body so close to his it was like you were one person.

“You know,” he mumbled, kissing the side of your neck gently, “we could have some fun.”

Just as you were about to reply your bedroom door was thrown open and your lovely five year old ran into the room, yelling. “Mommy! You didn’t get me up.” She pouted, running towards the bed.

You looked at her and yawned. “That’s because you don’t have school princess, there’s too much snow.”

“Yeah, Jan, we all have a snow day. You can go back to bed.” Eddie replied, looking at the little curly haired girl who stood by your bed.

“But, I’m awake now! The sun’s awake so I’m awake,” she whined, stomping her feet slightly.

You sighed, looking up at her. “Come here, Jan,” you said softly, opening up the little blanket burrito you had cocooned yourself in. “Why don’t you come lay with mommy and daddy for a bit.” You suggested, hoping she would.

She stomped her foot once again and sighed, “fine,” she said, walking towards the bed. She crawled under the blanket and nuzzled against your chest, looking up at you. “What now?” She asked softly.

“We go back to bed and then we can make breakfast later.” You yawned, kissing her head.

“How about pancakes?” Eddie suggested sleepily, his hand moving to pull you and Janis closer to him. “And bacon.” He mumbled, knowing those were his daughter’s weaknesses.

“Really?” Janis asked, eyes widening as she lifted her head to look at her dad.

“Mhm,” Eddie nodded, looking at her. “If you go back to bed.”

“Okay, okay!” She giggled, snuggling closer to you. “Night mommy and daddy,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.

“Night sweetheart,” you mumbled, kissing her head again.

“So much for having fun,” Eddie mumbled into your ear, placing another soft kiss on your neck.

“Mhm, that ship sailed five years ago.” You mumbled.

eddie tag list: wanna be added? comment + let me know! @keeryhours ; @the-witty-pen-name

[lovelyy-moonlight]

New outtakes of Elizabeth Olsen as the Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff.

[demonkinguwu]

Happy Birthday to the only AU Vanessa I have that has a birthday lol

[mrmeepsmadmind]

SIDESWIPE 💥💥 DONT U TALK BACK TO UR reluctant MOTHER 😡?!??? EVEN THO HE STARTED IT BY BEING RUDE AS FUCK FOR NO REASON!! YOU HURT HIS HEART!!!

HES SO FUCKING SAD ????

[fob4ever]

patrick & pete, 2008