#happy mothers day everyone

[twottie-m8]

Happy Homestuck Day 🤪

[mkjulian]

I was supposed to post this yesterday, but I caught the virus and went to the hospital, and I only just got home from the hospital

[trekheritageposts]

star trek heritage post (November 14th, 2020)

A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.

[opponent]

𓇼 Ponyo's mother, Granmamare ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

[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.

[kairukitsuneo]

Saving the world can be the hardest job.

With you being safe means the world to her.

🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

So love yourself and staying safe is the greatest gift you can give a mom.

Happy Mothers Day 🌷💕🫶

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

I fully believe Dazai would go all out and get Kunikida a very embarrassing gift for Mother’s Day

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #58 Part 6

Everything happened so fast that when Danny finally got to flop onto his bed at the Wayne manor he let himself sink into the covers with a heavy sigh. Everyone broke off into their own rooms to change into more comfortable clothing once they had arrived. Jazz and Danny both had rooms, they started out as guest rooms but were quickly personalized since they tended to spend a lot of time here. Danny even brought most of his models and other various precious items that he didn’t want broken accidentally by his parents (again). His and Jazz’s rooms were set up just like the other bedrooms in the manor, with an ensuite bathroom. They both had dressers, walk-in closets, queen sized beds with ornate nightside tables, and decent sized desks with windows looking out to the backyard garden. 

They were allowed to decorate it any way they chose so Jazz had her room painted a dark teal color with an extra shelf for some books she’d been studying, most being the field of Psychology. Danny meanwhile chose to paint his room a dark blue reminiscent of the night sky, complete with glow in the dark stars and some that didn’t glow, that were painted by Damian, they had all worked together to map it all out as accurately as they could. 

Danny briefly let his thoughts wander as he tried to process the day's events. Was he okay? He wasn’t even sure at the moment, he was pretty sure he was a ghost temporarily and the weirder part was the cool feeling he felt from his chest was still there. 

Danny with a change of clothes in hand went into the bathroom attached to his room. He looked at his reflection again and he looked rough, his eyes were red from crying and he looked exhausted. 

He turned away and quickly got into the shower to wash himself.

The water felt hot on his skin but he marveled at the fact that he could still feel it. These thoughts helped ground himself as he finished up with his shower and got dressed in the comfy PJ’s he grabbed.

He found himself staring at himself in the mirror again. He couldn’t help it, his ghostly appearance from earlier had scared him and his normal looking reflection he now had was comforting. 

He looked like a normal person, like he always did, his bags were now gone. Some small part of him thought maybe it was all a dream? That small part was wrong and Danny knew it deep down, but that small part still hoped.

Did he still have a pulse? He was still breathing and he was sure his heart was still pumping so he probably had one. 

Going back over to his bed he picked his phone back up and after a quick Google search on how to check and what his rate should be he held two fingers to his other hand and counted.

He ran his hands through his hair and took a shaky breath. He counted his BPM at 29 BPM while the normal rate for him was around 60. So it was now less than half what it should be. He wasn’t sure how worried he should be about that or if he should tell anyone or keep his mouth shut. He couldn’t be a meta now either. Him and Jazz had spent hours discussing what it would be like to carry the meta gene and one day get powers.

He watched his reflection from the vanity above his dresser, would he turn back into that pulseless form? 

A knock startled him out of his thoughts as he let out a small yelp. He almost didn’t register his eyes that flashed green for just a moment as he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Danny! Alfred called us down for dinner, everyone else should be down soon as well…” Jazz called from the other side of his bedroom door, her voice sounding like she was trying to keep up a sense of normalcy. 

“Right… coming!!” Danny replied, his eyes lingered on themselves for a moment before he let out a small sigh and grabbed his phone and followed Jazz down the hall.

A few moments passed as they walked side by side in silence, Jazz kept sneaking glances at him, like she couldn’t believe he was here either. She hesitated for a few minutes before speaking, “...Danny? Are you… Okay?” She spoke slowly like she was scared he’d disappear and at that moment he wanted to do just that. 

He wasn’t sure exactly what he should tell her, he felt okay but he wasn’t exactly sure. Everything felt the same but different, everything was the same as it had been before his accident but now he felt a weird dissociation with the world around him, like he wasn’t really there. He couldn’t explain that feeling to Jazz so he shrugged.

“Honestly your guess is as good as mine as we know about the same.” Danny answered with a sigh.

Jazz gave him a look that he couldn’t quite decipher, “are you sure you should be up and around then?” Her voice was quiet again like she was afraid he’d disappear. Danny couldn’t help but stop in his tracks as he thought about it.

“I mean, nothing has happened yet? I can’t really explain it.” He rubbed the back of�� his neck with his hand as he looked down and refused to meet her gaze again. 

He continued walking after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence and soon they arrived in the Dining room.

[spaceratprodigy]

✨🖤 Family Portrait 🖤 @grimreapersbutt 🖤✨

And it was hard, but you were brave, you are splendid And we will never be alone in this world No matter what they say We're going to be okay We were safe inside And our new son cried

Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links

[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”

[o-mellowy]

Lotty! <3

I have such a crush on her oh my god

[xskyll]

Page 15, for the second time! Apologies to those that saw the version I posted last night with the typo. My days lately have been busy, so sometimes I feel a bit brain foggy. A couple of people left comments on either here or Twitter and it killed me to delete everything. ;_;

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[pictureofdoriaaaaaangay]

~ "There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark's Eve, Blue. Either you're his true love," Neeve said, "or you killed him.

[marcilleinrandomplaces]

Today, Marcille is going to some of the places requested from yesterday's mall post! Unfortunately she couldn't hit them all. First off, Indigo.

With a newly-purchased book in tow, she decided to stop by Lindt for a hot chocolate mocha.

Impulsively, Marcille decided to get an ear piercing from Claire's (she only screamed a little)

On her way to the food court, she came across the Lego store, though, and couldn't help but take a look around.

Eventually she ended up finding a pretty cute Lego set, but she was running low on makeup so she decided to stock up at Ulta.

And, after some twists and turns, she went a liiiiiittle too far into the Spencer's and is now deeply regretting her life choices (at least she has some cool finds tho)

[blazingstar400]

Sada: Have I been a bad mother, Albert?

Arven:

Arven: My name is Arven—

[totallynotasimp67]

In honor of Mother’s Day I present the galaxy’s greatest mother Shepard!!

The Scene

Shepard, Garrus and Grunt are in front of the Council on the Citadel for what ever reason, Shepard has to let the council take care of Grunt

Shep: This is my son Grunt, Grunt say ‘hello’

Grunt: *begrudgingly* hi

Shep: *dead stare, I mean what I say kinda stare* And if anything happens to him, I will nuke the Citadel

Grunt: *his cute little laugh* he he he

Garrus is next to them face palming like wtf, why is Shepard like this, oh right that’s why I love them

Game Progress Update

I finished all 3 ME games, got like the worst possible ending where everyone died, I do plan on playing through a few more times romance someone else, but before I do that I’ll be playing through ME Andromeda and I may or may not make prompts for Andromeda

Also, side note I made Garrus & Shepard Spotify playlists, and I kinda want some opinions on them

Garrus

Shepard

Don’t ask, I thought of this at like 3am last night