#Happy mothers day I guess

[onsomenewsht]

from the vault:

but what can I say? / rules must be obeyed

》 The Winner Takes It All, ABBA

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 winner takes all [idiom]: used to say that the winner of a round will win the whole contest

No one looks puzzled when a seven-year-old boy comes rushing into Barcelona’s training centre, some even high fives him or cheers as he passes them at full speed.

Rafael is well known and loved in the building, even more for his joyful personality than for the last name he wears on the back of his jersey.

The kid turns a sharp line to join the team outside. Despite his short legs and his clumsiness in most situations, he has quite control of his footing.

The perks of being Alexia Putellas’ son.

“Looks like our mascotte is back”

“The best Putellas!”

The girls notice him as soon as he sprints from the doors, dribbling around some coaches without much effort, but trampling over a discharged pair of boots. The boy lands hands first on the grass. He takes his time to get up and clean his now stained jeans, quickly assessing the damage and deciding he doesn’t really care.

Jana catches the kid as he comes running once again, lifting him up with a bit more effort than the last time she saw him.

“Jaja put me down, I wanna hug mama!”

“Ouch, I’m not your favourite tia anymore?”

“No, Mapi is”

The girls close enough to hear the exchange burst out laughing, luckily for Jana’s ego and the team’s well being the said defender is not around to brag about it.

“Ohi, mi vida!”

“Mama!”

Hearing Alexia’s voice, Rafael manages to escape the girls’ affection to literally run in her open arms. The hug is emotional even just to watch, his tiny hands holding on the blonde’s neck as she keeps him as close as possible.

“I missed you, monito”

No one wants to interrupt the moment, so your arrival is the perfect distraction.

You excuse yourself and the little troublemaker for crushing the training session to everyone you meet on your path. They assure you it’s fine, you two are always welcome, and today is a special one after all.

A lot of hugs and jokes are exchanged, you take your time to greet all the girls, holding more firmly the honorary daughters Alexia took under her wings ages ago. You missed them.

“My favourite Putellas!”, Claudia shouts as she crushes in your arms.

“You just said that to Rafa”

“He’s the best Putellas, you’re my favourite”

“I’m barely a Putellas anymore”

“I thought you were supposed to arrive tomorrow”, Alexia’s tone is nothing but happy for the change of plan, your boy secured in her arms and quiet for the first time in weeks.

“We were, but it’s your last training session and he wanted to be here”, you move closer, messing your son’s hair as you attempt an awkward half hug.

“Mum said we could surprise you! Are you surprised?”

“I’m surprised, monito”, everyone smiles at Alexia’s open laugh.

Rafael’s arrival completely shifted the atmosphere, somehow making it more emotional but definitely lighter. Jana has been on the verge of tears for days now, hiding behind Patri as the weight of their captain’s retirement comes crushing on them.

It’s the right thing and it’s the right time, but it doesn’t mean it is any easier.

Despite all, despite her family’s fear and her teammates’ concern, Alexia is at peace with the choice. Despite your insecurities, Alexia’s certainty when it comes to important decisions like this one still manages to reassure you.

“Can I go shoot at Cata?”, Rafael asks with his mastered puppy eyes, as you drop your gaze at his stained jeans and the Catalan studies the shoes he’s wearing.

Damn puppy eyes.

“You can go, but make sure an actual adult is there too”

“Is Mapi an actual adult?”

“No, ask Ingrid or Rolfo if they want to join”, you add.

He nods enthusiastically, sprinting away toward the bubble of players who are more than happy to welcome the kid as the training session ends on a high note. You’re sure it will be difficult to interrupt their game later.

It’s easy to notice the two of you are left alone, her teammates giving you space but mostly eager to spend more time with your son.

“He just wants to score”

“We’re working on his selfishness with the ball, I swear”

You smile at the blonde soft defence, still amazed about their bond and how considerate she has been about Rafael’s passion for football. Never pressuring, never patronising, always just as supporting as any other parent could be.

“Thank you for bringing him here, I know you’re supposed to be in London for the week and I really appreciate your support”

“Don’t even mention it, Alexia”, you reassure her, “It’s important for you and It’s important for him, I’m more than happy to support it all”

“How long are you staying?”

“Just a couple of days, but we’ll be at any ceremony, don’t worry”

Alexia mumbles unamused, pretending the presence of her family alone is not enough to make her comfortable and confident to face all the events she’s supposed to attend as a celebration of her career.

“He can stay longer, I’ll be back when it’s my turn again”

“Are you sure?”, she is not really able to hide her excitement.

The new and strange routine is just starting to feel like it’s working in the first place, even if dividing a kid between two countries and two parents who didn’t manage to save their marriage is the most painful thing you both ever experienced.

Neither of you wants to upset Rafael and destabilise him even more, or worse, make him feel unloved.

“I’m sure, he’s the winner”

[vlasdygoth]

diamond dog eva? diamond dog eva.

[bagels-and-coffees]

Happy mother's day to the mothers in Palestine just trying to feed their kids. To Sudanese women being brave in the face of war. To the mothers in Congo who are forced into slavery. To kashmiri and manipuri mothers, fearing their children might end up dead. To Yemenis and Syrians, to Armenian mothers looking genocide in the face. No one deserves to be the victim of fascist and imperial greed.

[shooting-stars-are-cosmic-tears]

To the one girl I can't forgive,

I am six years old

and I’m walking an empty baby stroller

and I’m having so much fun

that I’ve forgotten time exists.

I’ve made you worry.

So you hit me.

I’ve made you cry.

I am sorry.

It’s not enough.

I am nine years old

and your mom has died.

we are looking at her for the last time.

you look towards me, teary-eyed

and say, “are you really not going to cry?”

and you smile, sad, disappointed

and I am sorry

and It’s not enough.

I am eleven years old.

I’m the class fool, and

I have no actual friends, and

school is hard, and

everything is so heavy, and

I don’t feel like being alive anymore.

So you hit me.

I’ve made you cry again.

I’m sorry.

It’s not enough,

not enough to be sorry for making you cry;

I must never again talk to you like this

like I want to die.

I am thirteen years old

and I’m getting worse

at pretending I don’t want to die.

my brain is mouldy with too much sleep, and

my grades are slipping, and

I ‘don’t talk to you like I did before’

like I did when I didn’t want to die.

I get scolded at the parent-teacher meeting,

and I embarrass you.

and I am sorry.

It’s not enough.

It’s not enough to feel bad for both you and myself.

I must stop being so selfish, and I

must stop being so lazy, and I

must get good grades again, and I

must never embarrass you like that again, and I

must stop pretending like I have it worse than you do.

I can never have it worse than you do.

I’ve made you cry.

I don’t have it in me to be sorry anymore.

I am sixteen years old

and I’m getting better.

I have good friends now,

and they drag me out of the house,

and we go to the woods and talk about how

we all want to kill ourselves,

and we’re getting better.

but I haven’t done the dishes,

and dad is drunk for the twelfth night in a row,

and you feel like screaming,

but I won't hear any of it.

I’ve made you cry.

i’m still not whole enough to feel sorry for someone else

I am nineteen years old.

we’re having easter dinner,

and you finally acknowledge what I had as depression.

though you still think it was selfish of me,

to be depressed when you gave me such a good life.

but i’ve already moved to the big city,

and dad’s still drunk, but away with work,

and you’re so hopelessly alone

that you let yourself forgive me

for being so selfish and getting sick in the head.

you tell me you always knew it was depression

since you know me so well.

you tell me how happy it makes you

to know I’m back to being normal again.

it makes my blood boil, but I say nothing of it,

i’ve learned that with you it’s better

to pretend that I’m readable,

to pretend that you’re right,

so you have nothing to cry about,

and nothing to hit me over,

and I have nothing to say sorry for.

I am twenty-one years old,

and I’m telling you a story

about how i sleep too much again,

so much and so deep,

that I keep pressing the snooze button in my sleep

and I have my roommate wake me up sometimes.

and you look at me for one second

then back to the TV and say,

“You’re such a bitch, annoying your roommate like that on purpose”

and I’m thirteen again,

feeling sorry that my pain made you cry.

Only I’m grown now, so I try again

to tell you a story

and you snap back at me,

can’t I see you’re watching the news?!

I really am such a bitch!

how can I expect you to do two things at once?!

so I stop talking,

and you stop watching the tv,

and I want to go to my room,

and as I leave your eyes beg me to stay

because it’s the last hour of your birthday,

and dad still hasn’t called yet.

but I don’t want to be thirteen again,

and he’s made you cry

I mean, I’m making you cry,

and even if you refuse to see it,

I’m still too broken to feel sorry for you.

But sorry will never be good enough for you

and neither will I.

[gleafer]

Happy Mother’s Day, you muthas! From human spawn to four-legged minions, enjoy this day of celebration for being the caretakers this world survives on!

Enjoy a page from my looney comic on Patreon where Jimbriel passively brings new life into the world, traumatizing the ineffables (it makes sense, I swear.)

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Wear headphones :]

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I'm- I'm coming just- Tch

I'm almost there... Agh~

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Yay! I'm finally at the top of these stairs! *laughs*

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

ok this is a controversial opinion but like….. to me, henry spencer was actually not a shit father….. hear me out.

i understand that there’s a lot of subtleties that go into emotionally abusive parents, and i’m not trying to dismiss that, but honestly i just don’t see all the negativity that gets associated with him so often. also, between henry and madeleine, one parent actually seemed to be there when shawn was growing up, and it wasn’t his mother.

let’s look at shawn’s childhood. in all the flashbacks, henry was the one who volunteered at shawn’s school, who took him to movies and was around for all of his new hobbies and interests. he was the one making sure shawn did his homework and hung out with his friends and learned life lessons. granted, some of his teaching methods were not appropriate for a kid shawn’s age, so yes i can see where the criticisms come in and i agree with them. but he was so much more than his mistakes, he was the parent who cared.

when shawn grows up, yes there’s animosity between him and his father but to be quite honest, i’ve never met one person who doesn’t have unresolved daddy issues so that in itself doesn’t condemn henry in my mind. we see how much henry saved from shawn’s childhood and how much he remembers, and to me he actually does quite a bit to help shawn when he needs it. this is particularly telling in comparison to madeleine, who isn’t there to begin with and eventually we find out she really did leave her kid behind, and to me that does a lot more damage than any one thing henry did.

shawn and henry have issues, i won’t argue with that. but i really don’t think henry gets enough credit for the good he did and the way he tried when shawn got older. above all else, he was there and he was there for shawn, and that’s important. god knows it’s not everything, but it’s something.

[revlark]

Don’t normally post things here but I need people to know that my brother has exposed our mom to Dropout’s Game Changer.

She liked it, but also thinks that Sam is “strange” and Brennan is “a disturbed man”.

[kr-yoongi]

Happiest Colin Morgan character !!

[buckymilf]

meridith quill was important to starlord, so she was showed in gotg

starks parents were important to iron man, so they appeared in the mcu

thor's parents were essential to thor's character, so they appeared in his trilogy

WHY THE FUCK we never got to see steve rogers' mom? the most special woman in his life and his true moral compass? WHY??

[karmaliciouslife]

Warning: slight Iron Flame spoiler(?)

It took everything in my not to burst out crying at this because I was outside. She has her flaws, but this was the core of her. Her love for her children.

[jopzer]

happy mother's day to the realest to ever do it 🙏🏼

[fifiophobia]

I don’t want to be that one person, but why do fandoms (and sometimes writers) tend to excuse morally grey dads/father figures whereas morally grey moms/mother figures are often demonized?

Don’t get me wrong, I love morally grey dads in fiction! I think their presence reminds us that parents are still people and we shouldn’t put anyone on a pedestal (parent or not). Also a lot of them are just fun characters overall!

It’s just a little frustrating to me when I’m seeing discussions related to these kinds of dads mostly focusing or believing that they’re a perfect dad who loves their kid and would never hurt them; whereas in canon said dad (while maybe not physically abusing their kid) might be prone to emotionally berating, enabling, neglecting, or trauma dumping on their kid.

Meanwhile, morally grey moms in fiction that make mistakes or hurt their kid in anyway are instantly labeled as abusive and awful characters with little or no nuance for their actions.

I want to reiterate that I’m not saying we should hate fictional dads and excuse the actions a fictional mom makes. What I am saying is that maybe we should take a step back and acknowledge “huh, maybe he isn’t worlds number one dad, and that’s ok.” and “I think this mom, while not the best, is still a character who’s been given context for their behavior, and maybe I should take away the lessons her character presents without only seeing her in a black and white lense”

[todayisafridaynight]

happy mothers day to the best mom ever

bonus:

[sammjammin]

Pk pride

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