#and she wrote their mom a letter

[goldkirk]

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[nexo-nex]

the evil queen is such a good manipulator that she even made some people in the audience think that she's a good mother

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

forcing myself to function through anxiety feels like im piloting an animatronic of myself

[m00ngbin]

I just had a dream that I was freaking out in the wings of the auditorium of a college during a performance of Matilda because I wasn't supposed to be there and I thought the director (who happened to be the mt director I had in freshman year of hs) was going to catch me and kill me in front of the audience (I was not terrified of being murdered so much as I was of being seen by the audience while it happened (??? Why?)) and so a giant hardshell taco had to save me and it threw me through a portal to my friend's house. And also I left my phone in the auditorium so the last half of the dream was me freaking out trying to find a way to text my mom and let her know I wasn't at the college anymore or SHE'D kill me

[insignificantchoiminho]

I want to be clear, the point of me sharing that previous story about my old friend was that I've known people in my life who have made stupid decisions because of alcoholism/addiction that have altered the course of their lives but I still showed up and supported them the best way i could, because at the end of the day addiction doesn't make you a bad person. Tough love is sometimes necessary, if you want to get through to someone to help themselves. But expressing derision is another thing altogether. It's especially cruel concerning a disease that impairs decision making to a degree that can endanger others. People love to dogpile on a celebrity obviously going through some shit, and it does nothing to help anyone struggling with addiction, it just compounds the shame and stigma around it.

[our-lady-of-mcr]

everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn

[likesugarintotea]

Nobody tagged me but I wanted to play the toast game so I did!

If you see this, consider yourself tagged. I wanna know all your toast types!

[scionshtola]

i started writing a whole thing about mir and her mom and then i realized i accidentally gave the briadis family the perfect set up for a tragic family empire tv show

[arosebyan0thername]

When I was 9 I wrote a very autistic letter to my mom for mother's day, meaning in school we were told to like,, list 5 reasons we appreciate our mom or something so I wrote things like "you make me food when I'm hungry and get things off of high shelves that I can't reach" and not anything emotional or sentimental because thats not what the prompt asked for. Anyway I'm incapable of expressing positive emotion to her now for a variety of reasons so I've just been referencing that letter as a joke for the past 14 mothers days and it hasn't steered me wrong yet and I'd like to give a huge thanks to my 3rd grade teachers for giving a vague prompt and to 9 year old me for supplying myself with such reliable material

[dovedrangeas]

if i die before my mom i am going to leave her something very insulting in my will i think.

[lizardho]

When I came out, I was SO scared I was gonna get disowned. I wrote a letter to my parents, sent it to their emails, put a physical copy on the counter, and left the house for a few hours to give them time. In that time I tried coffee for the first time, which was a dreadful idea, and got all jittery. I kept waiting for a text or something but nothing happened.

After a few hours, I didn’t hear back from them so I went home. My parents were home and had stacked a bunch of groceries on top of the letter without opening it. They said “hi” and I said “hi” and went down stairs to the basement. I held my dog and panicked about what to do. My sister, who knew that I had written them a letter of great importance, told me they hadn’t read it yet. She also told me she could ask them to do so. I consented to this and stayed in the basement. A few minutes later my dad knocked on the door and poked his soft smooth little nerd head in and said “hey buddy” and I started crying so hard I almost vomited. He came over and gave me a BIG hug and said that it was gonna be OK, he was OK with this, he knew it must have been hard but he was here for me. He told me he and my mom had already talked years before they had me about how if they had to pick between their faith and their child they’d pick their child. It was a very sweet moment. I came out to my mom later that evening and we were both bawling the whole time.

The day after I came out to my parents, I came out to my brother @inbabylontheywept at a Mexican restaurant and he took it like a champ. That evening my mom took me for a walk and looked almost angry - she said she wanted to make sure that I didn’t use being a woman as an excuse to not go to grad school. I told her I wouldn’t and she instantly looked relieved and happier.

My dad, on the other hand, seemed to struggle with it. He kept asking me if I had a boyfriend, and I told him I did not. He kept asking me if I wanted to go clothes shopping with him and I did not. He kept asking me if I would let him go to some of my shows, and I had NO idea what he was talking about.

Finally, 6 months after coming out, of awkward misgendering and questions that didn’t make sense from my dad, he excitedly pokes his soft smooth little nerd head into my bedroom again and says “I found a movie about Your People.” My people. I was absolutely bewildered, but he was so excited and I knew he had been trying SO hard so I watched it with him. It was The Birdcage, and it was amazing. It also was revelatory in that I finally realized why my initially-supportive father seemed to be having such a hard time with my pronouns and stuff - he didn’t know what the difference between trans and doing drag was. After the movie he again asked if I would invite him to one of my shows, and I said, “Hey dad, you know how about half the world is women?” And he said “yeah,” and I said “Well, see, I’m on that half now. I’m not doing drag.” And it was like a switch flipped in his brain. He was like “omg that’s so easy? I was so confused about what to call you when?”

Anyway, my parents are charming and my family has been so kind and patient with me, I like sharing the stories of my little wins with them.

[mai-library]

After 3 hours of driving we realized that we were lost, yet Brian still refused to admit this fact to himself and everyone else in the car. The thing is, we had known it was a terrible idea to allow him behind the wheel as he refused to follow directions provided, but he was the only one who had remembered to renew his license, so really, he was the only option. Except he was obviously a terrible option in hindsight and we all came this realization as we drove past a group of houses that was nowhere near the university where Kara was graduating from. Yet, no one in the vehicle spoke up to correct Brian on the path he was taking, maybe because we knew he wouldn’t listen, or maybe because we simply didn’t want the drive to end. Not even Kara spoke up from the passenger seat, and she was most likely going to miss her graduation ceremony.

I understood where they were coming from in all honesty. If I could get this drive to last into eternity I would. I would bask in the windows being down and the music blasting through the speakers as we shuffled through Cassie’s carefully curated playlist, becasue by the end of the week, we would no longer have any of this. We would all be gone to different countries where car rides to celebrate each other’s achievements would no longer exist. A deep ache swells within my chest as I stare out the window, not wanting to look at people I will no longer know for as long as I wanted to. 

As I begin opening my mouth to beg Brian to keep driving and never stop, to allow the car to run out of gas, my surroundings become familiar. The library that is a block away from the university comes into view and my heart sinks. One step closer to becoming strangers again, and yet I can say nothing to request Brian to make a U-turn in the middle of the street and get us far away from an ending. Brian pulls into the university parking and Kara swiftly exits the vehicle and makes her way to sign in, not once looking back at the three of us still strapped into the car. And maybe that says more about the end of our era than this ceremony ever will.

[attractthecrows]

amusing myself by imagining how much pellinore warthrop would HATE any potential bastard of his

[doctorbeth]

Henry the Penguin

Henry the Penguin came to California for the summer... not a sentence applicable to most penguins, but he didn't mind the warmer temperatures. :-)

Henry's name had an interesting origin. Apparently his human, as a toddler, sounded like she was saying Henry instead of Penguin. In any case, 35 years later Henry was his name, and his leather beak and feet were starting to have some serious issues. Here are his diagnosis photos:

His person was initially less concerned about his feet, more concerned with his beak. I very rarely work with leather, but I did know I had a good piece that should work for Henry, and so we agreed on a treatment plan and he came to the hospital.

Here is the leather I used to reconstruct his beak:

His person also opted to recover his feet. They weren't originally leather, but she did choose a white faux suede for them. When she chose it she said "Fancy, fancy, Mr. Henry-the-Penguin". :-)

Here's Henry the Penguin all better (he arrived with the blue ribbon):

Looking as spiffy as if he was really wearing a tuxedo!

When he got home, Henry's person wrote:

Henry got home safely today. He looks amazing and is getting lots of hugs to aid in his recovery, as prescribed. He would have written you himself, but he is jet-lagged. He might write you once he has recovered from the flights and the surgery.

Thank you so much for repairing my little guy!

And sure enough, the next day Henry himself emailed:

Dear Miss BetH,

THank you for taking sucH good care of me for tHe past few weeks. I was scared to fly because I Haven't flown in over 10 years. And I was scared of surgery even tHougH I Hadn't been able to eat witH my broken beak. THank you for fixing me. I feel mucH better now. My mom's friend says I look "spiffy." I prefer "Handsome," but "spiffy" will do.

THank you again.

Love,

Henry

(Apologies for Henry's punctuation--not having gone past first grade, he thinks that the letter "H" must always be capitalized since it's the first letter of his name. Efforts to break this habit have proved futile.) Henry's person

[dcxdpdabbles]

Alfred: May I help you?

Danny: Yes, you can. I need to talk to the master of the house. I'm Bruce Wayne's illegitimate son.

Alfred: Oh?

Danny: Normally, I wouldn't bother him, but my mom recently passed away, and I have nowhere to go. Here is a letter she wrote to him.

Alfred after reading glowing green paper: I'm afraid Master Bruce is out at the moment, but you may come in and wait for him in the main sitting room. I'll make you some tea in the meantime.

Danny: Trying to gather a DNA sample, I see. That's fine. I wouldn't believe a random kid that showed up on the doorstep either.

Alfred mildly suprise: I assure you, I merely wanted to offer you a warm drink after being caught in the rain.

Danny: Right, and the firearm you have tucked up your left sleeve has nothing to do with me breaking through the front gate security to get to the door.

Alfred smiling:*cocking gun* You may be Master's Bruce's after all.

Danny smiling: *Powering up ray gun* And you may earn your place at a Fenton dinner table. So....Tea?

Alfred: Is Earl Grey alright with you?

Danny: Of course. It's the only tea that is worth drinking.

Alfred: Wise words. Right this way and do remember, I'll put a bullet between your eyes if you're a threat.

Danny: I'll fry you alive before you can even pull the trigger. *Ray gun crackling with electricity*

Alfred mentally: If this lad isn't Master Bruce's, I'll adopt him myself.