#Mamă

[smokyyblog]

Take a moment to appreciate the incredible value of a mother's love and cherish the relationship you have with the amazing woman who brought you into this world. #MothersLove #UnconditionalLove #CherishYourMom

[tragedygf]

hurt my toe so bad i think the nail broke a bit

[radardemediaonline]

În câteva ore, Ana Baniciu și Adrian Nartea vor fi Săriți de pe fix! „Mamă, mi-au sărit și extensiile!”

În această seară, de la ora 21:30, cei de acasă se vor putea bucura de o nouă ediție din cel mai nebun show al momentului, Săriți de pe fix!. Sub atenta supraveghere a lui Cabral, 8 comedianți și doi invitați speciali vor ține piept celor mai amuzante provocări. De această dată, Anisia Gafton, Anca Dinicu, Emily Burghelea, Paul Ipate, Alex Bogdan, Lucian Ghimiși, Mihai Rait și Drăcea sunt cei…

[blackbirdsblackberries]

I Hate The New Hero!

Pt 8: The Trapeze Artist's Fall

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 (You're here) - Pt 9 - Pt 10

It was his second week of school for him. In no way was he excited. Gotham was a fresh start for the young boy, private school was meant to be a fun experience - many would kill to be able to get premium education - but he finds he misses the countryside hills that he'd watch pass by as his mamă taught him how to spell and read. He misses his tată teaching him math and cool sciencey things.

He misses his family.

The school wasn't the problem, though he found he was falling behind in learning due to his homeschooled life beforehand. The problem was his classmates, the ridicule he'd get for simple slip-ups. It wasn't his fault English is his second language, it isn't his fault he slips-up.

Last Friday one boy in the class, Mac Doust, had put gum in his hair. Dick ended up crying in the bathroom until Alfred came to pick him up - not Bruce, no, Bruce was as unavailable as Dick's dead parents honestly.

Gripping the straps of his backpack Dick mutters under his breath, trying to assure himself he'd be okay. The whole weekend he had practiced hiding his accent so kids would think he was normal.

Upon walking into the school he held his head high and didn't mess around, he headed straight to class.

...

That's strange, why was the door only opened partly? Ms Xavier keeps the door wide open, always greeting Dick with a wide smile and some Romanian she had put in the effort of learning for him.

Dick opens the door hesitantly, peeking inside.

He only gets to see Mac's stupid grin before water is dumped on him, the metal bucket clanging on his head harshly.

He doesn't know what to do, he stands there, the bucket on his head as the sounds of giggles and cackles fill his ears. Warm tears contrast with the cold water soaking his face.

Dick went home early that day. The incident struck a chord in him. If he wanted to stop the bullying he had to become better than them, put in the work and effort.

He will be popular, he will be better.

He will never do that cruel prank to anyone. Never

Looking down at his phone as he walks he feels nothing but a cringing sort of pain. He stooped to a level he never thought he'd get to. It was disgusting really.

Dick feels like he's no better than Mac. That he's no hero. The video plays on loop as the man takes in the pained look on your face, he can't bring himself to look at the messages in the group chat.

They're most likely supporting it, congratulating him for doing what they all wished to do.

Hell, if he was in their place he'd probably be celebrating it too. But to be there, to be the reason you reacted that way, is sickening for the young male.

Even now all he can think about is himself, how he feels. God, how self-centered could he be? It's not like he was the victim in this.. But still, surely he can't be the true bad guy in this, right?

Dick had decided against getting driven home, he felt that if he walked to the manor in the rain it'd be enough to be even with you - look, we both ended up soaked! Everything's better now!

He chuckles under his breath at his thoughts - what would Aranea even think of him?

She'd probably be angry at him for his actions but comfort him, telling him the things he needed to hear. That it wasn't his fault, that Y/N was a bad person who deserved it.

Whatever words needed so he could sleep at night really..

Dick finally decides to exit the looping video, the image of you burnt into his mind forever.

He goes into his messages and pulls up Aranea's comm number - he had put it into his phone so they could talk off shift, something she was hesitant about but ultimately caved in.

He types out a simple message. Then another. Then another.

"Heyyyy!!! Are you busy rn??"

"It'd be cool to hang out and patrol together!!"

"Bruce doesn't have to know"

He stares at the messages, waiting for them to be marked as read. 1 minute turned into 5, then 5 turned into 10. Dick sighs and exits out of the message log, clearly Aranea is busy.

He gazes on the chat log "Y/N. 🤮"

Maybe he should message her? Say sorry and try to make it up to her.. Yeah, that's what Aranea would say to do! She was always about communication.

"I know you're probably upset, I get that. I'm super sorry for what I did|

"I know you're probably upset, I get that. I'm|

"I know you're|

"What I did wasn't right. I'm sorry that I did that because you had a different opinion than me. I never meant to make you cry, only angry, I promise!"

Finally happy with the message he sends it off.

Only to remember the wonderful fact that your phone is fried due to the water.

Lucky him. He sighs, fed up with this bad luck streak he's been having.

Suddenly he remembers that he has money! More than you can even imagine!

He can buy a new, amazing phone to make things even. Yes, it's perfect. Surely you'll forgive him now!

He changes course and heads to the nearest electronic store, determined to make things right in his head. The purchase was swift and quick, the best phone he could find in the place.

Now, all he had to do was go to your apartment and give it to you!

Lucky him Tim leaked your address to everyone in the family as soon as he entered your apartment. So, with a high head he makes the slightly anxiety-inducing journey to you.

Knocking on the door of the apartment Dick stands straight as a board. The door opens and on the other side is a woman, she has severe eye bags and (H/C) hair. She seemed to have just gotten back from work. Her grey, lifeless eyes peer at him with suspicion before realizing who he was and smiling brightly.

"Mr Grayson! What a pleasure, is there anything you need?" She asks, Dick internally cringes, there was something about her voice that just grated against his ears.

There was just something so... Off... About her.

Still, he does what he usually does. He smiles and remains patient.

"Hello ma'am, is your daughter available? Something had happened and well.." Dick trails off, he doesn't want to get on Y/N's mother's bad side.

Her mother's eyes seem to cloud over at the mention of an incident, yet her smile remains in tact, if not strained. It's possible you told her already..

"Oh. An incident? What has she done, Mr Grayson?" Her mother asks, dark undertones coat her otherwise curious words. Dick furrows his brows slightly at the sudden change in the woman's mood. "Ah, well, it was my fault. I had played a nasty prank on her and her phone was ruined, I bought a new one to make it up to her!" He shows the brand new phone in it's box.

The woman doesn't look impressed, still, she smiles and hums. "Hm. Well that's lovely! Would you like to come inside? She isn't home currently but I'm sure she'll be home soon."

Something in Dick tells him not to go inside. Something was wrong. Yet, he reminds himself that he is a hero, if anything happens he will be prepared.

So, he heads inside, trailing behind the woman as he takes in the dungeon-like interior. "It's a... Lovely place, ma'am" Dick says, hoping to seem polite. The woman scoffs.

"M/N, my name is M/N. No need for such formalities!" The woman hurriedly states before flicking her hand dismissively "Y/N's room is the second door. You can wait there, or, if you want, you can hang around me!" She smiles sweetly, too sweetly, disgustingly sweetly. It reminds him of eating giant spoons of brown sugar.

He smiles politely, trying not to show his discomfort. "I'll just wait in her room for her..!" He hurries to Y/N's room, shutting the door once he's in. That woman gave him the creeps.

He looks around the small room, holy shit, no wonder you're always so pissy! He'd be pissy too if his room was just a bit bigger than a school storage closet!

The man knows he shouldn't snoop, he's done enough damage. But, maybe, if the guilt doesn't settle he can use information gathered here to help!

Dick makes his way to the chest and looks around, picking up an engineering bit, he isn't too into the whole mechanical side of things so there was no name he could pin it to.

Placing it back he moves to sit on the bed and wait. As he sits on the bed his eyes are drawn to a floorboard that seems to stand out from the rest. He kneels on the floor and digs his nails into the floorboard.

He starts to lift it up when..

RINGGGG

RINGGGG

RINGGGG

His phone goes off, he scrambles to answer the call, not checking who the caller was.

"Dick? Dick, okay, you're the only one that has answered!"

It was Duke, he sounds frantic. What happened..?

"Duke? What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"No, no, something bad's happened! Steph, Cass and I were at a cafe and Y/N and her friends were there as well but some waitress had messed up the orders and Y/N had an allergic reaction - or something like that!" Duke rambles, his words slurring together in a rush.

Dick's eyes widen and he feels the air leave his lungs, forgetting about the floorboard and quickly leaving the room. He'll put the new phone on your bed for when you return.

He brushes past M/N and leaves the apartment. Holy shit your luck was bad, he couldn't help but think.

"Okay, stay calm, are you guys at Gotham City Private Hospital or Gotham City Public Hospital?"

"Private."

"I'll be there in half an hour, it'll be okay."

With that he hangs up and runs out of the apartment complex.

Like hell was he about to let anything bad happen to you before he could make things right!

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[cillivnz]

more than what you bargained for [k. heisenberg]

PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER

TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 1163 (short and sweet)

WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. loss of virginity, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), daddy kink, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation, slightly mean!Karl, p! in v! sex, brief orgasm denial, dacryphilia, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, clit-play, mention of blood, spiting, cum-play, inappropriate usage of stuffed toys!

A/N — requested! i wasn’t going to leave y’all hanging high n’ dry, nonetheless, but thank you, all! (💋 for u) no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.

i’ve decided to write this as a mini-series, can absolutely be read as stand-alones, the title would be “cockuette”, inspired by the coquette-ish aesthetic of the series, hence the 🎀 on Karl!

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations from romanian to english]

draga esti acolo : sweetie, are you there? da, mamă? : yes, mother? da, mamă. am doar febra : yes, mother. i just have a fever.

YOUR NIGHT HAD JUST begun.

spinning you around, you were manhandled into a vulgar, shameless position— with you face squished against your pink, cum-slick duvet, and your ass up and spread for the older man.

“such a pretty pussy, baby. you’re really givin’ this ol’ man a treat,” he spread your gushing hole with both his thumbs.

you felt his hot breath fanning over your clenching cunt, whimpering like a wounded animal at how painful the anticipation from the lack of contact made you feel.

“hurts, daddy—” you moaned, your subconscious choosing your words.

“—daddy, huh?” he cocked a brow.

you looked back with widened eyes, face flushed with embarrassment.

you gulped, taking in the scars painting his handsomely aged face.

why was he even more beautiful up close?

“sorry…” you bat your lashes, pussy twitching involuntarily around his thumbs, still stretching you wide for the cold air of your room.

“nah, bunny. ‘s nothing to be sorry for,” he let go of your round ass to pull you closer, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

you felt every crevice of the metal man’s lacerated face, his soft silver locs brushing against the apples of your cheeks, pale grey eyes staring lovingly into yours only after his plump lips parted from your kiss-swollen ones.

he flipped you around, girthy cock falling heavy on your clit almost immediately.

without another word, he pushed the tip inside you, making you gasp.

“K-Karl! holy fuck—” you whined, showing hostility towards the fat penetration.

“sh, daddy’s here.

i got you, pretty bunny.”

only stopping when your hips didn’t allow him to go further, he let you adjust for a brief moment, before starting at a slow pace.

“Karl, it’s too much— too full.” you winced, eyes watery with pain.

“you’ll get used to it, bun. it’s made for you.” he grunted, eyes half-lidded, relishing in the feel of your tight cunt squeezing along his length.

“look at me when i fuck you, miss,” he grabbed your chin firmly, forcing your eyes open. the hand that hadn’t got an ironclad grip on your hip snaked its way onto your clit, rubbing vigorously. “Mama really didn’t teach you manners, huh?” he continued, thrusts gaining brute force and speed.

“that’s okay, darling girl. daddy’s here to teach you lessons. this is one of many.”

he chuckled viciously, eyes glinting with mischievous malice that once again dominated his softer side.

by now you were a moaning mess, crying over the assault of his fat cockhead on your sweet spot, and over the bruises forming on your body from his relentless groping and squeezing, his way of marking you in your most private, sensitive areas.

a reminder that you had wronged Karl earlier, and now you weren’t going to forget.

he turned you around in the blink of an eye, your returned to your initial position with the same sense of degradation; face down, ass up.

now, Karl was not holding back. not when your velvet walls were letting him glide through you.

only the sound of skin-on-skin slapping was sound, until a curt knock was heard.

“draga esti acolo?” your mother’s deep voice echoed.

you were frozen in place, life flashing before your eyes while the man balls-deep inside you only slowed his movements.

you raise your head meekly to look back at Karl, only earning a sly smirk from him.

“da, mamă?” you croaked.

“i’m sorry for leaving you alone with that bastard for so long, i couldn’t have left without dealing with those pests.” she sighed, referring to the people Mother Miranda had ordered her to deal with, but the only thing you cared about right now was Karl’s reaction to the insult.

and knowing him, you knew he was going to take it out on you.

instantaneously, he began pounding into you with brutality, using your g-spot as a punching bag for the mean shaft inside you.

you bit down on the cotton sheets, letting your sharp teeth gnaw into the floral print.

“when did he leave?” your mother’s voice was heard again.

“ah- ab-about an h-hour ago!” you grunted the high-pitched response.

silence met you momentarily.

“are you okay, dragă?” she asked, concerned.

“da, mamă. am doar febra!” you groaned.

your mother cursed under her breath, “it’s my fault for keeping you up so late. i’ll send Pasha in with remedies,” was the last thing she said before her heavy footsteps grew distant.

you moaned a sigh of relief, while the man behind you only chuckled. “bastard, huh?” he mused, still stuck on your mother’s insult.

“bet she’d chew on her words when my seed coats her daughter’s womb.” he scoffed, increasing the force of his thrusts by tenfold.

“daddy!”

your eyes rolled back, his heavy balls slapping your sensitive clit with every thrust, his large palms slapping your fat ass cheeks; could this be—

“—MORE THAN WHAT YOU BARGAINED FOR, bunny?” his hand found your clit, pinching the bud.

he looked over to your side, amused by the sight of your childhood toy, a bunny you named ‘Mina’ staring at the filth unravelling in-front of it.

he grabbed the teddy, still thrusting in and out of you, “choke on this,” he squeezed your cheeks together, opening your mouth just enough to shove the teddy bunny’s arm inside.

your cries were muffled, Karl finally able to focus on chasing his high.

pinching your bundle of nerves, he pulled out completely, feeling you sobbing fully into your sheets at the orgasm denial, cunt convulsing around nothing— the perfect moment for him to shove his cock in whole (in hole, literally) and shoot his load into the pussy whose virginity he just stripped off.

he groaned in your ears, hoisting you up by the hair to kiss you with fervency.

“that’s how a good host treats their guests.” he bit down on your lip, earning sobs from your breathless self.

pulling out, he was eager to spread you open again and see the his cum drool out of you, and lo and behold— your puffy cunt oozed out traces of blood in both of your fluids mixed. Karl stretched you wider and spat right into your hole, causing you to flinch and clench.

he chuckled, pulling Mina the bunny away from your arms, and using its saliva-soaked arm to clean your folds.

you winced at the contact, but the softness felt so good.

“milady, Lady Dimitrescu has sent some soup— OH, GODS!” Pasha the chamberlain dropped the big bowl of remedies to the ground, and charged out the same door she barged in on seeing the princess naked as the day she was born, getting her wet cunt cleaned by the most dangerous of the Lords, holding a teddy bunny in all his glory, with that goddamn smirk plastered on his face.

poor Pasha deserves therapy as compensation for the shit she sees at Castle Dimitrescu.

pt. I. COCKUETTE MASTERLIST. more from ‘resident evil: village’. main masterlist.

[la-grosse-patate]

▄︻デ══━一💥 ᴍʏ ᴏᴄ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢᴜɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪʀᴇ (ꜰᴀʀ ᴄʀʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴅᴀᴡɴ)

I saw @raresvtm do this for her OC Rareș, and if my memory serves me right I think @g0dspeeed did this for River too 😊 and it seemed really fun and I wanted to give it a try.

✦ Oh heck yeah, count me in! ✦ Finally, I thought you forgot all about me. ✦ Let's make some problems, baby. ✦ Okey dokey. ✦ Be right there. ✦ Thought you'd never ask. ✦ Perfect timing, I need to test out my new toy. My sniper rifle, you perv!

✦ Don't sit on the ground. Ma always said your ovaries get cold and you can't make babies anymore. ✦ [sniffs the air] ... something died here. ✦ I miss my music player. I'm gonna get whoever stole it from me. ✦ We should drop by at Nana's later, I'm freakin' starvin'. ✦ Sometimes I wish I could be everywhere and help everyone at once. ✦ It's gonna rain soon... I can tell because my shoulder hurts. ✦ Think happy thoughts. ✦ If I hear that 'cheer up sleepy Jean' song one more time I swear to god- ✦ [sees New Eden's cougars] Pspspspspsps. ✦ I'd kill for a slice of pizza. ✦ I'm in my luteal phase and I've been itching for a fight. ✦ Do you ever look at the night sky and just... Start crying? No? Just me? ✦ [hums random songs] ✦ I need to train harder. ✦ I swear, for every highwayman I kill, at least three more pop out. It's crazy!

✦ Oh, I thought we were going in silen- no no, it's fine, it's okay, guns blazing is... [grits teeth] fine. ✦ Girl bye! ✦ Who the fuck do you think you are, you piece of shit? ✦ I'm gonna fold you like a towel! ✦ Wow, my aim has gone to SHIT. ✦ Eat my foot, bitch. ✦ You wanna brawl, let's brawl! ✦ [throws pipe bomb] Hot potato! ✦ Marș la coteț! (Go back to your coop!) ✦ Niiice and quiet. ✦ [whisper screams] I feel like Sam Fisher up in this bitch. ✦ Fuckin' smoke 'em! ✦ Bitch said "I'm gonna kill you", I said "bitch, where??" ✦ [shoots the guy going for the alarm] Mhm, the fuck you are. ✦ You go dis way, I go dis way.

✦ Dacă mă ridic de-aici.... Ai căcat bățu'. (If I get back up, you're so screwed.) ✦ They ffffffucking got me! ✦ If I die, you're on your own. Just saying... ✦ Oh, ok, WOW this hurts. ✦ I'm bleeding out but... Take your time! ✦ Fi-ți-ar cățeaua.... ✦ I'm fading, partner!

✦ Uau, mamă! ✦ He should... get a CAT scan. ✦ Fatality! ✦ Cold compress and some ibuprofen and you're good. ✦ You're a natural! ✦ [scoffs] Show off. ✦ That was fucking disgusting.

✦ Okay, but leave some for the rest of us. ✦ Aw, but I was having so much fun. ✦ ... Why? What did I say?? ✦ Take care of yourself out there. ✦ Let me know when there's more to do. ✦ Let's do this again sometime. ✦ If you need me, I'm one radio call away.

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@silvertonguedelf @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @titiagls

[willalove75]

Very belated! 🌹

No worries at all!! Thank you for the rose!💕

Here's a little sneak peek from The Estate! Idk when I'm gonna be able to finish this chapter (I'm prioritizing the next chapter of Alcina's New Maid over anything else rn!) but hopefully it'll be in the next month or so💕

--

Cassandra slams the passenger door shut causing Alcina to startle as she starts to get out of the car.

“Ușor cu ușa mașinii mele!” She says. (Easy with my car door!)

“Sorry!”

“That’s the thanks I get for taking you to drop your car off for repairs?” Alcina asks, arching her eyebrow at her middle daughter.

“No.” Cassandra mumbles. “Thanks mamă.” She says, wrapping her arm around Alcina’s waist as they walk towards the building.

“Of course, my bug.” Alcina says, wrapping her free arm around Cassandra’s shoulders and kissing the side of her head.

Out of the corner of her eye, Alcina spots your car pulling into the parking lot. She glances at her watch that reads 9:45am. You’re supposed to be at work at 9am, but she knows today was your daughter's first day of daycare and decides to let it slide for now.

“When you get inside, please make sure all of the glasses are clean, dried, and put away.” Alcina says as she pulls away from Cassandra and starts digging through her large purse.

“Are you not coming in?” Cassandra asks.

“No, not this second.” Alcina responds, pulling out her cigarette case and lighter. “I’ll be in in a minute.”

“Why are you allowed to smoke but every time you catch me with my vape you lose your mind?”

“Because, draga, you are young and healthy and you don’t need to be ruining your lungs. I’ve been smoking on and off for nearly 25 years. When you’re my age, you’ll thank me.” Cassandra rolls her eyes. “Besides, whatever chemicals that are in that vape are much more dangerous than what’s in these cigarettes.” She says, waving the cigarette case.

“I doubt that.” Cassandra grumbles.

“Du-te înăuntru.” (Go inside).

With a huff, Cassandra pulls open the back door and heads inside. After the door closes, Alcina tosses the cigarette case back into her purse and heads towards your parked car.

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

A Living Hell: AO3 & Tumblr 

A Peaceful Moment: AO3 & Tumblr  

Fizzy Drinks: AO3 & Tumblr  

Here, There, And Everywhere: AO3 & Tumblr 

I Bite You, You Tickle Me: AO3 & Tumblr 

I Saw Mamă Kiss A Claus: AO3 & Tumblr 

I’ll Protect You: AO3 & Tumblr 

În Viață Și În Moarte: AO3 & Tumblr 

It Was An Accident: AO3 & Tumblr 

I’ve Got You: AO3 & Tumblr 

Just The Way You Are: AO3 & Tumblr 

Just This Once, Your Ears Only: AO3 & Tumblr 

Learning The Hard Way [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr 

Never Again, I Promise: AO3 & Tumblr 

Safe With Me: AO3 & Tumblr 

She's Just Resting: AO3 & Tumblr 

Taking Care Of You: AO3 & Tumblr 

Tonight’s Theme: Being Selfish: AO3 & Tumblr 

You Had Me Worried: AO3 & Tumblr 

[soulfullives]

because @plecotusauritus said i should share nonetheless, here’s what music i think the marauders (and lily, since i can’t imagine much for what i think the rest of the valkyries would like) would like if they were romanian:

james potter: connect-r, vama and smiley. especially the songs that have summer vibes, such as vara nu dorm (link - during summer, i don’t sleep would be the translation), perfect fără tine (link - perfect without you) and în lipsa ta (link), but also l.a (this is an older band, link) he sings along to them.

sirius black: carla’s dreams, a billion times. they’re one of my favourite romanian bands — great lyricism and beautiful beats. i feel like he’d particularly like to blood (până la sânge) and antiexemple (antiexemplu), but i suggest generally checking out their music. also, cargo, especially witches’ day=ziua vrăjitoarelor (mother=mamă has a special place in his heart) and bucovina, such as tell me, wind=spune tu, vânt.

remus lupin: the motans and that’s all i have to say. the motans scream remus to me in a way nothing else does; the lyricism is immaculate and the music is beautiful. some exemples are poem, before we had been born (înainte să ne fim născut) and incidentally (întâmplător)

peter pettigrew: anything bosquito (he says they’re underground; they’re really not, especially among the younger generation) and robin and the backstabbers (same with them)

lily evans: irina rimes, because of the lyricism; she has the best lyrics a female romanian singer ever had. examplea are what happened to us (ce s-a întâmplat cu noi), you don’t know how to be a man (nu știi tu să fii bărbat), and dreams (visele), but like with carla’s dreams and the motans, i suggest checking out everything by them. i also think she likes this song (more beautiful) and this (happiness has your face/looks like you)

[un-suflet-anonim]

Băiețeii mamelor voastre minunate și perfecte - de bărbați nu sunteți calificați, n-aveți ce vă trebuie - cu păr la c*r care veniți acasă la soție ca la hotel, dați-vă jos mamă de pe tronul de cleștar pe care încă vă credeți a fi, și mai faceti și ceva treabă prin apartamentul matrimonial.

Mă scuzați, Domniilor Voastre, v-am jignit? Vai de mine! Nesimțite noi!

V-au crescut cumva mămicuțele voastre ca pe niste prințișori adorabili, și sunteți sensibili la praf, efort și treburi casnice? Vă cade puful dacă dați cu mătura? Trebuie să vi se dea mestecat în gură?

Să vă schimbăm și pampersul și să vă încălzim și lapticul?

Păi atunci n-ar vrea mămicuțele alea ale voastre, reginele voastre, să își ia puii inapoi să vă mai crească?

Apropo, vedeți că a venit frigul. Să vă astupați gleznuțele ca să nu răciți 😉

@un-suflet-anonim

[smokyyblog]

Great For Tech Moms

Apple iPad Air (5th Generation): with M1 chip, 10.9-inch Liquid Retina Display, 256GB, Wi-Fi 6, 12MP front/12MP Back Camera, Touch ID, All-Day Battery Life – Pink

[zerolei]

Fericirea

Poate fi o seară rece lângă cafeaua caldă

Poate fi un orb care a început din nou să vadă

Poate fi fetița cu chibrituri ce au început să ardă

Poate fi prima zăpadă ce nu a încetat să cadă

Poate fi un vers din suflet acompaniat de lire

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

Poate fi un copil fericit, coborând pe tobogan

Poate fi o mamă, care muncește an de an

Poate fi un bărbat ce își respectă femeia

Poate fi ce vrei tu, nu-ți abandona ideea

Poate fi mireasa, pentru un anume mire

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

Poate fi femeia tânără, într-o căsuță cu povești

Poate fi soarele pe care-l vezi când te trezești

Poate fi raza de lumină ce răzbate în întuneric

Poate fi orice, atât timp cât nu-ți dorești nimic

Poate fi un călător, ce străbate multe mile

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

Poate fi sâmbătă seara, cu vin și ceva fin

Poate fi un frate ce-a scăpat de destin

Poate fi un frate ce-a scăpat de moarte

Poate fi o zână plecată mult prea departe

Poate fi alcool și plăcere în neștire

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

Poate fi pentru prima oară la cinematograf

Poate fi atunci când îți faci mintea praf

Poate fi altceva pentru fiecare dintre noi

Poate fi privirea plină din niște ochi prea goi

Poate fi o vorbă bună în cele mai grele zile

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

-Eduard-

[djuvlipen]

Here is a VERY good article in Romanian about medical racism against Romani women. I am going to run it on Google Translate because I don't speak Romanian and add the translation in a reblog in a second. I would recommend anyone who speaks Romanian to read it as it's a very essential reading.

[marrutu]

Pelerin prin lume…

Unii şi alţii

,,Unii vor iubire, alții vor putere, Unii doar un umăr pentru-o mângâiere, Unii casă mare şi maşină nouă, Alții doar o umbră unde să nu-i plouă,

Unii să audă, alții să vorbească, Unii doar o clipă cerul să privească, Unii o moşie mare şi bogată, Uni-ar vrea o mamă, alți-ar vrea un tată,

Unii haine scumpe şi pantofi mai mulți, Alţii vor picioare şi-ar umbla desculți, Unii vor un munte, alții vor o mare, Unii doar să aibă cele necesare,

Unii vor avere, faimă, bogății, Alții sănătate pentru-ai lor copii, Unii vor să aibă propriul răsărit, Alții doar să uite ceea ce-au iubit…

Pelerini prin lume între nu şi da, Fiecare suflet are rana sa! Nu tot cel ce râde este fericit, Cum nici cel ce plânge totul a sfârşit!

Luptă pentru tine, uşurează-ți chinul, Iar de nu se poate să-ți accepți destinul; Fii cu gânduri bune şi să crezi mereu: Când nu vine nimeni, vine Dumnezeu!"

Licuția Pântia ✍️

Sănătate și credință în Bunul Dumnezeu! 🙏

[albalbastru]

– Mamă, pot sa le spun acolo (Viena) că sunt român?, întreabă deodată Jujac (George Enescu) – Sigur, de ce să nu le spui? -Mă gândeam …să nu creadă …că mă laud.

[avemujicaa]

lasă-mă mamă la nunta pirula pirula nu te las ca vi futută hopa lume vai @lorraine-marrie