#momming Tumblr posts

[bellisima-writes]

It’s Mother’s Day in the US and I wanted to send out a special Happy Mother’s Day to the fandom moms.

The moms who hide away in the bathroom for an extra minute or two to finish the latest chapter of the fic they’re reading while their kids shout for them from another room.

The moms who spend way too much time on a website where the median age is far younger than they are.

The moms who think before adding emojis to their posts lest they show their age or, god forbid, be considered cringe.

The moms who stay up late creating fanart/fan fiction/metas/gifs/memes/reblogs etc.

The moms who bring character traits of their kids into their OCs because it’s impossible not to.

And to the childless moms who have breathed life into characters who have basically become their children, because that’s as valid as any other type of birth.

Here’s to all us fandom moms, holding onto something that brings us joy when so much of life (partners, careers, children) pulls us away from it. Because it’s hard to keep your identity when you’re in the throes of raising humans. So cheers to you. May you find a quiet moment today to do something you love.

[autisticautismmom]

I am your autistic Tumblr mom

You need a hug? Come to me!

You need some proper attention that doesn’t involve negative behaviour in order to get the attention you are needing? Come to me! No judgement here!

You need some neurodivergent advice for ur ND problem? my inbox is open!

Kindness and love always wins.

[sanddollarpoems]

He sighs and says,

"I feel like I'm growing too fast."

And I can't agree more,

but I smile instead.

"Don't be afraid of growing up,

Don't be afraid of the path ahead.

Just take the time to take in

every moment along the way.

You'll be okay."

[roosterforme]

Almost time to write smut during dance class! I swear if that dad tries to talk to me again, I'm going to ask him to proofread some porn.

[damnitniicole]

One day he's going to be some big shot tattoo artist and he's Louis going to be in his chair and I'm going to scream

[number1moose]

REFRAME

Instead of saying "oh I should be doing that. I'm slacking off. She is doing it better. Look how ahead she is"

Try to think "I like the way she does that. I want that in my life. I will take this example and try to implement it for myself."

Different it not bad or behind. If you want it, try starting tomorrow. Don't beat yourself up for not starting last week.

[hydrattan]

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[blueskittlesart]

i’ve started babysitting for a VERY christian family which is great because they pay me a lot of money but as someone who was raised almost completely agnostic it’s kind of insane. the 2 year old keeps asking me to read her stories from the bible. (why are we reading david and goliath to a 2 year old????) the 5 year old told me today that he was going to bring his legos to heaven with him. he also has repeatedly told me that the lego spaceships he builds are stronger than jesus. (not sure what to say to that. do i deny it??? are things allowed to be stronger than jesus??) had to stop myself mid sentence today because i almost told them im not going to heaven which would DEFINITELY have caused several meltdowns. they’re also both completely fascinated by my nose ring

[sca-nerd]

My friends who have never experienced flooding, and who are about to deal with it from this storm, please remember:

1. NO. YOU CANNOT MAKE IT THROUGH THAT WATER ON THE ROAD. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DRIVING. TURN. AROUND.

2. DO NOT GO WADING THROUGH THE WATER. EVEN IF YOU JUST WANT TO SEE HOW DEEP IT IS. THAT. WATER. IS. CONTAMINATED.

3. IT IS CALLED FLASH FLOODING FOR A REASON. THE WATER RISES AND SURGES IN A FLASH. STAY. HOME.

4. If you're at risk of flooding, raise up any of your belongings now. Put the legs of tall things in buckets. Know where your important documents are.

5. Stay safe.

[inbabylontheywept]

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

[desperatepleasures]

one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.

[cactuseri]

collection

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was at a ren faire with my mom and I saw a belt with cool leather pouches on it for $3759 and I whispered to her, “You know, if it weren’t for the price tag I’d totally get that,” and she was like “Go for it! It’s only $3000! That’s nothing!” And I was like *surprised pikachu face*.

[gawki]

Night Mare