#MOM PLS

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

real interaction I just had with my mom in 2025 bc I commented 'brat coded' on her no-notes facebook post about wendy williams

[ilianazzzfanofblogs]

Since I was 10 I really wanted to dress in more "masculine" clothes in the men's section but my mother always refused and yelled at me ;( so now I'm 15, still want to dress more "masculine" but I try to do my best with hoodies and jogging pants lmao (mom please let me choose my outfits in the men's section)

[mysicklove]

i sent my mommy the super sexy hot calvin klein video and she didn’t respond 😔😔😔😔😔😔

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

I love that moment in 1979 Opera Rock Starmania (watched the 2022 edition) where everyone is partying someplace called Naziland because fascists are winning elections via controlling public opinion with fear and manipulation and everyone is incredibly depressed and traumatized by everything going on so they just want to dance their problems away for a night

including a couple of queer folks— a psy-op transvestite woman who created much of the terror via goading a homeless band of queer-coded boys into becoming a real threat of a terrorist gang, and a gay boy who accepted to go to the party as a DJ because that’s the high road to his dream and he doesn’t care who gives it to him, betraying his best friend for this

only for the whole place to get blown up to high heaven with almost every character in it.

by the queer coded gang that put the fascist there with their fascists-manipulated-them-to-do-it crimes. the irony is lost on absolutely fucking nobody

didn’t even mention the ego tripping fascist dating and marrying a suicidally depressed sex icon to get more votes

the fact that a very popular song called Le Blues du Businessman is from there and you’re suddenly no longer laughing about how a song says “I wish I could’ve been a singer” because it’s the half-propaganda half-honest complaint of someone who was so good at winning the capitalist game that he lost everything that made him human to the point that he orchestrates mass deaths to win more

or the two whole songs about queer people being soooo hot, including “i have blue hair and pronouns and you want to fuck (and be) me so bad it’d make you betray all your morals”

1979. I love this show. Requires all the content warnings. Discourse about whether it’s queerphobic would be a mile long and I don’t want to hear any of it. I loathed the first half until I didn’t. I am so autistic about it. I need to watch it again

also the english version of the songs take all the raw bleak nuance out, fuck that. google translate the french versions if you’re interested

[exilebussy]

My mom just said Cirie needs to debirth Jared and birth Matt instead

[matcha-x-matcha]

i was laying on my bed and my head was just hanging off the edge and my mom walked in to check on me, saw me hanging my head off the bed, maintained eye contact with me for a solid 30 seconds, closed the door, and left

[culitodelance]

Ok ok. Mr I Don't Want A Fucking Dog In My House, also known as my father, wants to adopt another dog. Like, we already have Rayito since 2015. But he wants a dalmatian, and he has found a dalmatian in adoption. And I'm so obsessed with the idea of having another little guy that now I can't accept the "no" that my mother is giving bc... how could you not want another dog? Like yeah, rayito would need some time to accept him bc he doesn't really like other male dogs, and our apartment is not very spacious but... it's a dog🥺🥺 and i already love him🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[buntanteen]

cockwarming dilf!mingyu thoughts (nsfw)

summary: thoughts on reader cockwarming dilf!kim mingyu :3

contains: 18+ nsfw! mdni!!

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thinking about cock warming and slow fucking dilf!mingyu

after closing the bedroom door behind him, mingyu turns to meet your gaze. the moment the two of you make eye contact, you both gravitate towards each other. the slow movements of feeling up his chest turn into rapid ones trying to undress each other.

walking backwards to mingyu bed, falling into the white sheets with him hovering about you. grazing open mouthed kisses and licks across each other's necks. nosing against each other’s skin as he slips into you. feeling so so so full as you grind down onto his pretty cock.

slow movements of mingyu's hips hitting every spot making you in absolute bliss. the pace slowing down to barely slow fucking. heavy breaths, quiet moans and slips of whimpers filling the room.

trying to keep quiet so none of his kids hear the two of you. mingyu having his arms wrapped around you and his head laying on top of your chest. you have one hand trailing down the curve of his broad back. the other hand is carding your fingers through his hair to move it away from his sweaty forehead.

the summer evening breeze cooling down your flushed skin. the sunset view illuminating his honey skin. the warmth of your and mingyu's bodies lulling the two of you to sleep.

ames note: my other mingoo writing -> bestie fwb!mingyu headcanons

author note: do not distribute my work on other platforms without my consent. if you see my writing in places other than this tumblr account, please let me know. my writings are purely fictional fantasises for fun. the people i write about are real human beings and should still be treated as such. please do not take my writings seriously or as truth.

[duckling-f4iry]

mom what are you sorry for? for traumatizing me? for giving me scars? for ruining my childhood? stop complaining about this and that. Your words are cutting me deep. Stop acting like you're the victim. I'll just listen since I am not allowed to talk back. I don't want to eat your food but i crave it with love pls feed me with your hands. Mom pls pat my head and let me lay on your lap. Mom I beg pls treat me like a kid im tired of always pretending to be mature. Please listen. Mom I'm your kid not your therapist.

[rottingjam]

kim and misc bcs drawings!!!

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

in first grade my school had a Halloween dance and I went as a "Butterfly Princess". when they were announcing the costume contest winners they said "first place for the little kids goes to the Fairy!" and some other little girl in a tinkerbell costume ran on stage and accepted the award. the teacher came up to my parents afterwards and was like 'okay so the thing is Molly won but that other little girl ran up so fast and I didn't wanna publicly embarrass a 6 year old'. my mom is STILL bitter about this I cannot stress enough that it was 22 years ago. I even tried to remind her I won the pumpkin decorating contest that very same year but she's so shadowed by the injustice she can't remember that lmfao

[aousboom]

Then what's the relationship between you two? He's just my mom's friend's son.

LOVE NEXT DOOR 엄마친구아들 (2024) Premieres August 17th

[heart-select]

The Little Princes of Erebor (I also wrote a fic with this!)

[shalomniscient]

“are you sure you have everything?”

lyney huffs a bit of a strangled laugh, but nods. he’s somewhat used to your fussing, but it still feels a little… not exactly embarrassing, but a warm heat makes its way from his chest to his cheeks nonetheless. he holds the magic pocket bag closer to his chest as you fix the fastenings of his fatui cloak yet again, fiddling with the clips and ensuring they’re secure and not about to fly off in the harbor wind as it blows freely around them all.

“i’m all set,” he assures you, then glances over at lynette. she’s still a little woozy—it is the break of dawn, after all, since father prefers moving under the dense cover of darkness, and though lynette is awake she’s certainly not ecstatic to be awake. as a result, she’s the next target of your fussing; you gently pat her cheeks to wake her up a little more, and she lets out almost a small, mewling noise before snapping out of her drowsy daze.

“you can rest a little more on the ship, lynette,” you say, and the young woman nods. “if you get seasick, i packed some medicine. and i made some food if you get hungry; it won’t last very long on a ship, so remember to eat it, okay? oh—i also packed earmuffs, be sure to wear them if it gets too cold, alright?”

“understood,” lynette answers, leaning into your touch as you pat her hair. she’s always been more physically affectionate with you, though she tempers herself when the familiar sound of boots and metallic heels on stone tiles echo behind all of you.

“i take it everyone is prepared to set off?” comes father’s calm, even tone. behind her is freminet; he isn’t dressed for travel, since he’ll be staying in fontaine, but followed along to see them off. she’s dressed somewhat similarly, but unlike lyney and lynette who seem to drown in their cloaks, father wears it like a mantle—the fur broadens her already broad shoulders, and she looks more like a king than ever. and yet despite that, you simply turn and stride over to her, your hands reaching out to smooth down the lapels of her cloak.

“just double checking,” you hum, though there’s a little bit of a sigh in your voice. “i think i packed everything.”

father offers you a mild look. “the children know how to pack their own things.”

“i know, but i wanted to help,” you reply, and lyney swears he sees the hard lines of her face soften imperceptibly. there’s a slackness to her normally tense posture as you do all your last minute checks—cufflinks? i have them. hand cream? yes. ID? all settled, dearest—and lyney has to marvel on the sway you have over their typically unshakeable father.

“we should head out,” she says gently, taking one of your wrists in a tender, dark hand. a brief flicker of stubborness flashes across your expression, before you sigh.

“ah, before i forget…” you produce a tiny pouch, and then place it into father’s open palm. she regards it curiously, tilting her head. there’s a rustle of plastic inside, but also the clack of a few hard objects hitting each other. “coffee candies,” you explain, “for when you feel sleepy.”

“thank you,” father says, her tone as warm and soft as it always is with you. she accepts the pouch, and slips it into one of her cloak pockets. “i will remember to have them.”

you huff. “you better. i’ve already told lyney and lynette not to let you skip meals, as you’re so prone to do.”

“is that so?” father asks mildly, glancing at them both, and it takes quite a bit to not shiver under her questioning gaze. lyney truly has no idea how he’ll convince father to eat later on this trip, but he figures dropping your name a few time should do the trick. he hopes.

“it is,” you say firmly, and then your tone softens again. you look up at father, and lyney cannot see your expression from here, but he knows the same is reflected in father’s—loving, with a hint of departure’s sorrow. “be safe. come home.”

“alwaus,” father answers, and lyney, lynette and freminet have the sense to look away when she leans down to kiss you chastely. they only look back up when father steps over to them, leaving you and freminet on the other side of the dock. she levels freminet with a look. “do not forget your duty, freminet.”

he nods resolutely, hugging pers a little tighter. “of course, father.”

(just a few moments ago, she’d pulled him to the side and gave him a direct order, as the fourth fatui harbingers and the knave.

“you will protect the house with your life,” she had said, her tone brookering no argument, though it wasn’t as if freminet was looking to argue. and though father has said ‘the house’, freminet had lived long enough there to know the truth of her words.

“yes, father. i won’t let anything happen to mom.”)

and then, with the bellow of a horn, their little ship sets off into morning light. lyney watches father’s face carefully as the dawn breaks, casting the harbinger’s expression in shades of warm gold. she’s uncharacteristically unguarded in this brief flash of a moment—not that she would ever admit such a thing, even upon threat of death. but lyney knows love is most felt when it is leaving, and so even as she turns on her heel to enter the cabin, he knows she’s already counting down the days before she can return home—return to you.

[swagglessmoth]

AU in which AFO actually fucking died after All Might sunk his head in and these two escape and live happily ever after

[zishu-arts]

*making heart eyes* ava/m background characters my beloved,,,