#dirty mother

[faellustrations]

this isnt really anything i was just figuring out how to draw him but eyyy happy birthday (alt text)

[kakupuri]

happy birthday, dirty mother!!!

[beebox-illustrations]

Happy Mother’s Day! - or happy parental appreciation day 🌻💚

I know it’s not the same date all around the world but here we go :)

It’s as good as any day to give your loved ones a call ✨ have a fantastic Sunday 🐝

[instagram-dailymotherfoot]

😇

[stickybasementobject]

Heidi ande Leni Klum

[jamandjazz]

Book Dally!!! (I took “white blond hair” and RAN with it)

[masterrainb0w]

They MUST make plushies of Arlo NOW!!!

[sukibenders]

Me: Hey, can I please have content for the poc characters on The Boys universe? Especially MM, Victoria, and Marie?

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[dame-lazarus]

thinking about IWTV and how Daniel says of Lestat, “I’ve gotta meet this guy”…and how the sequel book is basically Lestat complaining how he’s misunderstood and how Louis’s account gets a bunch of stuff wrong, but also explaining his turning and some basics of vampire lore…a perfect framing device for the two of them meeting and commiserating in s3…reflecting on their makers and the fledgling bond…Lestat mentoring Daniel…Daniel chatting with Louis telepathically and driving Lestat insane…Lestat and Louis passing notes via Daniel until he loses it and makes them talk on the phone…Lestat offering to reach out to Armand for him but Daniel refusing…in-person Loustat romance rekindling in the season finale just as the well well if it isn’t the consequences of my actions pops up in the form of Akasha…but they’ll face it together…give it to me

[random-mdzs-thoughts-dumpster]

I'm 99.9% sure 'there was only one bed' trope is canon for Xiyao on the run. Just think about it, why would MY have an extra bed? Yeah, he'd offer to sleep on the floor being all 'Zewu-Jun can't sleep on the floor while this lowly one gets the bed' but LXC being LXC would be like 'you rescued me so I can't possibly allow you to do that'. Since they're both sensible and conflict averse they'd accept that the only possible resolution was sharing a bed.

[nenasspot]

casting lee dohyun in the good bad mother is maybe one of the best castings ever... because put that man in a suit with his hair done and he's stern. he's powerful. he's undefeatable. he's 35.

but make him smile his dopey ass heartstrings-pulling wide smile with his hair down and he's young. he's meek. he's adorable and sweet. he's 7.

[pastafossa]

Me, to Fozzie: do you wanna go for a ride? Happy ride? Go for ride?

Fozzie: OH YES I LOVE TO RIDE, GO IN CAR, RIDE, RIDE, I LOVE YOU MOTHER, OH YOU ARE BEST MOTHER

ME: *pulls into vet parking lot*

Fozzie:

[bowandbrush]

I walked into Goodwill.

walked out with a pair of genuine Sai

[instagram-dailymotherfoot]

NEW Pedi ❤️🥰

I Need a men with 👃🏻 and 👅

I Hope u have fun with that ❤️

[inuhalfdemon]

…and he saw it. A beautiful doe deer; watching them with large soft eyes – standing just at the edge of their property.

How he loved the creatures; how he always had. Each sighting of one – for him – was very nearly breathtaking. They moved with such grace, such purpose…having to rely on their natural and agile instincts…their cleverness; in order to survive this cruelly made existence.

His father – a man who may have produced him but certainly did not make him -  had taken him hunting. Alastor was sure he had meant it to punish him; to torture him – certain that seeing the often, sickly boy shoot and kill something he adored would break the child. The viscous man’s intent backfired…rather comically.

Alastor discovered that he could…that he was in-fact very capable…of killing – no – destroying something he loved. That he could do so effectively, so efficiently…that he could do it to something he held so dearly…it brought him an incredible sense of power…a bloodlust he would spend lifetimes srtiving to sate… If he found such enjoyment from bringing pain and death to something he cherished…what possibilities were there for such creatures he hated, for those ones he abhorred…?

The doe continued watching them for a moment; its soft eyes fixed on Alastor and his gentle mother. Then, with a flick of its long and swishing tail; it bounded away.  Alastor closed his eyes; letting his mother’s humming soothe him into the nothing…

Fanfiction excerpt from Chapter 16 of "Dirty Dealings"

[bcbdrums]

Maka Albarn, age 5, is an unreliable narrator.

Her mother is gone. She doesn't know why. Her mother has told her "Papa bad" and what other choice does a toddler have but to believe it? (Honestly the way some people talk, I think they have never spent any significant time around toddlers...)

And how else is a toddler gonna interpret the biggest celebrity in town smiling at other women who aren't her mommy? Especially when her mother isn't there anymore. And tiny Maka doesn't understand why and needs to find a reason.