#my work mom*

[spockoholic]

IT’S SEPTEMBER ITS TIME DONT TALK TO ME

rb with ur fav soup

[suntails]

growing up!

[doctorsiren]

The books reveal that Ford is actually a secret partier

(Available as a print on my Etsy Shop)

(wips under cut)

[chloesimaginationthings]

"Oswald's mom has got it going on" - FNAF Pit bonnie

[gotchibam]

Commissioned piece for @sinelanguage! 😼🔪

[the-raindeer-king]

Imagine Simon's mom doesn't die with Tommy and Beth. Maybe she was out of town, or at a friend's house, and Roba's men were sloppy and missed her. Anyway, so it's just Simon and her now, and because he blames himself for what happened, he's pulled away from her.

He pays her rent, even if he wanted her to live in a nicer apartment complex. And he visits during her birthday and Mother's Day, and sometimes just randomly stops by. But he never stays very long, and he doesn't tell her a lot about his new life. It's a very one sided relationship, but she tries to make the best of it.

And then you move in next door, during one of Simon's deployments. You feel bad for the sweet lady that lives next to you. She never seems to have much company, and you take it upon yourself to befriend her, spending more time in her apartment than your own.

You learn about her ex husband, her sons, the tragedy, and most importantly, you learn about Simon. And you hate him. Mrs. Riley (she insists you call her Sarah) is such a lovely woman, and it's clear how much she cares about her living son, how hard she's trying to keep their relationship alive.

It's the second Mother's Day after you move in when you finally meet Simon. Your relationship with your own mother is complicated, so you've opted to spend the day with Mrs. Riley. You'd gotten her a small present, and had planned to spend the day drinking wine and watching historical romance movies.

You're thoroughly shocked when you knock on her door, and a man answers. Six feet, built like a brick house, but under his scowl, you recognize Sarah's eyes.

“You must be Simon.”

His scowl deepens, but before he can say anything, Mama Riley is pushing past him, pulling you into her apartment to fuss over you.

She apologizes for not telling you sooner, but your plans will have to be rescheduled. Simon's back early, and she can't waste a precious second.

You're understanding. You've listened to her worried rants, given her space to cry over how things have turned out. You know she loves spending time with her son, even if the visits are short and he doesn't talk much.

Simon doesn't miss the way you glare at him. There's a fury in your eyes, even as you cheerily wish his mother a happy mother's day. For a moment, he wonders if you're a spy. But that thought is quickly diminished, when you verbally eviscerate him at the door.

You're quiet, not wanting to upset his mom, but your anger is clear. It may not be your business, but Mama Riley is your friend, and you adore the older woman. And you cannot stand by while he treats her like this. She loves her son so much, and he needs to step up and try harder.

As you're chewing him out, Simon's already head over heels, planning your wedding as the seconds tick by.

(A/N: You can read this as a stand alone piece, but I did write 3 more drabbles (four in total!) for this! They're all on my blog under the tag mama riley au. Thank you for reading!)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

[woodsmanwife]

More than just a pretty face. Which picture of my wife is your favorite?

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[bookalicent]

yeah so this was insane

[saturnvs]

borrowed my mom’s neopastels and scribbled in my sketchbook 💫

[gamoraswonder]

"What about some exposure therapy"

Abbott Elementary | 4.12 "Girard Creek"

[xxplastic-cubexx]

secret wars secret love you will ALWAYS be famous

bonus:

[suntails]

winter

[cameronsprincess]

Loved the request you did with Rafe having a breastfeeding kink. Could you do a little fic with the same vibe but with readers V? Like he watched his kid come out of there and it's like holy land to him now

i love the idea of him worshipping readers pussy more than he already did. like oh, you watched me push your child out and love it more? HOT.

CW: smut! 18+ only! fem receiving oral, fingering, pussy praise, soft!rafe, mom!reader, dad!rafe.

rafe masterlist | requests

it was an understatement to say you were insecure about yourself after having your kids. your hips were wider, your stomach wasn’t perfectly flat, your boobs had gotten so big and never perked back up… and let’s not even get started on how you felt about your vagina after pushing two kids out of it.

you were insecure. you hated being so insecure about your body, but you were, despite your husband constantly reminding you how beautiful you were every day.

“rafe… i’m just not in the mood..” you whined, trying to pull yourself out of his hold.

rafe tightens his grip around your waist, pulling you further into him, his lips finding your neck, leaving soft kisses against it, his teeth nipping at the flesh as he whispered sweet praises against your skin.

“stop… you haven’t been in the mood since you had carson,” he pauses, pulling you back just enough to look down into your eyes. he swipes away a tear as it silently falls down your cheek, “you’re fucking beautiful. you gave me the two greatest things in this world. you know that?”

you whimper, another tear falling down your cheek. rafe swipes it away with his thumb, lifting you into his arms bridal style and carrying you to your bed. he gently lays you on your back, his hands tugging at your shorts, pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the floor.

he lets out a low, appreciative groan when he sees your glistening cunt, his fingers slowly runing through your slick folds as his thumb put light pressure on your clit.

“this pussy… will always be fucking beautiful. it’s even more fucking perfect since you had grace and carson.”

rafe slowly pushes two fingers inside you, curling them upward and making your back arch off the bed. your hands fly to your breasts, squeezing at them softly as your husband slowly worked his fingers in and out of you.

“r-rafe… please?” you beg, your breathes becoming choppy as rafe continues to slowly fuck you with his fingers.

rafe blows out a breath, slowly pulling his fingers from inside you and lowering his face down to your pussy. your breath hitches in your throat when you feel the warmth of his breath against your soaked cunt. you place your hands on the back of his head, lightly scratching at his scalp before tugging on his messy hair. rafe lets out a chuckle, his lips finally making contact with your aching clit. he presses a soft kiss to your clit, his lips moving to your inner thighs, teeth nipping at the plump flesh before he moves back to your pussy.

his tongue darts out, pressing into your entrance before he runs it through your folds, stopping at your clit. he flicks his tongue against your sensitive bud, pulling the sweetest sounds of pleasure from you as he did. he gathers saliva in his mouth, spitting on your clit, his eyes watching as it drips down your pussy to your ass. he finally leans forward, sucking your clit into his mouth while inserting two fingers inside you again.

your grind your hips, rubbing your pussy against his face as rafe licks and sucks at you like a man starved. his fingers push in and out of you at a quick pace, his head lifting just enough to stare into your eyes as he finger fucks you. “look so goddamn pretty like this… you understand me? you’re fucking perfect, every inch of you is fucking perfect,” he dips his head back down, his tongue working slow circles around your clit as his bright blue eyes burn into yours. he lifts his head again, kissing at your clit as your pussy flutters around his fingers, “i love this pussy. i’ll always love this pussy. you could give me ten more kids, and i’ll never stop loving you or your cunt, do you hear me? i love you.”

with his sweet praises, and the way he worked his fingers in and out of your pussy with his tongue working your clit, you cum around his fingers, crying out to him and letting him know you love him just as much.

tagging some mooties: @starkeysbabygirl @rafesthroatbaby @nemesyaaa @rafesheaven @rafescorpsebride @oceandriveab @cherrygirlfriend @rafesbabygirlx @rafescvntyclubgf @sarahsangelicdoll @rafegetinmybed @hauntedfawnn

[puppppppppy]

so fucking normal abt this cat

[choccy-milky]

merry christmas !🎅❤️💚