#supermoms

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Here's to the superheroes without capes, the ones who kiss away tears and make the world brighter with their love.

Happy Mother's Day to all the incredible moms out there, thank you for all you do! 

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Happy Mother's Day to all the incredible moms and mom figures out there! Your love, strength, and endless sacrifices make the world a better place.

Today, let's celebrate you, superheroes who juggle it all with grace and still manage to keep us laughing. You deserve all the love and appreciation today and every day.

[rabschippy]

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[bia-wayne-west]

Mornings and waffles – Clark Kent x Reader

Characters: Clark Kent [Superman], Jon Kent [Superboy], Conner Kent [Superboy] and fem! Reader [You]

Synopsis: You have been married to Clark Kent for 12 years, and you live in the farmhouse in Smallville. You have two children, Jon Kent and Conner Kent. On a sunny morning, her two children jump on the bed to order pancakes and good morning kisses. You couldn't have a more perfect family.

Warnings: Superboys being super cute. N/A: I thought about doing something similar to Batmom but Superman. I always imagined what it would be like to be the mother of two super boys. Hope you like it. I hope you like it and that you feel how cute Superboys are. I'm a Latina girl who doesn't speak fluent English, so I want to apologize for any writing errors you find. Feel free to correct me.

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MASTERLIST

The sun was shining on the farm.  The light came in through the window, but you didn't bother because you were hugging your husband's huge body.  Clark used to sleep completely clinging to you, so the sun didn't hurt him.

You were about to wake up, but you could have a few more good minutes for you and Superman in bed together.  Well, you planned to stay in bed until you decided to leave, but your children didn't want to contribute to your wish.

You felt two heavy bodies jumping on the bed, on top of you.  Your eyes snapped open, and you sighed wearily when you saw Jon's bright blue eyes staring back at you.  He and Conner were in bed, trying to wake their parents.

“Waffles!”  Jon yelled, jumping on you.

Jonathan was ten and Conner was eighteen, but they still liked to jump into their parents' bed on a Sunday morning to order coffee.  They could just ask Martha or wait for you to wake up, but it was more fun to jump on you.

“Jon it's still five in the morning, go to bed.” You grumbled, running your hand through your youngest son's hair.

“It's time for coffee, Mom.  And the father has to fix the barn again.”  This time it was Conner who spoke.  He was hunched over Clark's body, who kept his eyes closed, was awake, but still didn't open his eyes.

It was hard to get Clark to accept Conner.  At first, he treated the boy with utter contempt and it broke your heart.  There were hours of conversation, and he only accepted his eldest son after having a conversation with Bruce, which made your husband open his mind.

Conner suddenly came into your life, but you can't imagine a complete family without their pretty boy.  It took Clark a few years to accept the clone as a son and call him that, but when he called the boy son for the first time, your heart was full of love.

“And we want waffles.”  Jon said again, sitting up in bed.  He was in his pajamas with a dinosaur design on it and his hair was totally disheveled, and his face was crumpled up from sleep.

“Then let's make waffles.”  You said, giving up.  Their children uttered an exclamation of joy, making a high-five between them.  “There will be waffles for you too, Mr. Kent.”  You whispered in the ear of your husband, who now had his eyes open and smiling at Jon.

“Come on, Jon.  Whoever gets to the table first will get the most coffee.”  Superboy suggested, getting out of bed in the field.  Jon also got up, and the two ran to the kitchen, betting on a race.

You let out a weak moan, hugging your husband again.  He hugged you back, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Let's get up, we have to feed the two beasts.”  Clark joked, taking off the blanket so he could put his feet on the ground.

You smiled, repeating your husband's act and going to the bathroom.  Within minutes, you had washed your face, brushed your teeth, and changed your clothes.

You were already in the kitchen, putting the batter in the machine to turn it into a chocolate waffle.  Jon and Conner already had their mouths covered with so much chocolate, but they still wanted to repeat four more servings.

Martha, your mother-in-law, was helping you make coffee.  She was by his side, frying eggs and bacon.  She smiled at you, with that sweet face that only she had.

“They're very gluttonous.”

You both laughed, and smiled even more when you saw that Jonathan was frowning, probably because you heard his grandmother's comment.

“I only ate seven waffles and three pieces of bacon.  I didn't even eat that much.” He confessed, making a cute pout.

“Okay, so, since you're not eating much, that portion of bacon and eggs goes to your dad.”  You joked, putting the fresh food Martha had just prepared on your husband's plate, who thanked you with a kiss on the cheek.

Conner groaned.  After you and your mother-in-law finished cooking, the two of you joined them for a nice family breakfast.

You laughed at each other, talked about silly topics, and showed how much you loved each other.

“We have a perfect family.”  Clark confessed, running his hand gently over his arm.  “A completely loving and amazing family.” He concluded with a smile when he saw Martha lightly pat Conner's hand gently as he tried to grab one of his grandmother's bacon.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for @miri-tiazan; alpha!Kon and his supermom. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Clara smooths Kon’s hair back out of his eyes; peers down at his face. He doesn't know why she's bothering. He's not doing anything. He's just . . . here, kind of. 

And he's not someone she should even notice anyway, some distant part of him thinks. For–some reason. For some reason, Clara shouldn't notice him. Shouldn't . . . 

Clara croons soothingly, a note of concern slipping into her scent. Kon doesn't know why. Then he realizes someone somewhere’s making these weird little hitched, distressed noises, though, so it must be because of . . . whoever's doing that. 

He should let Clara go deal with that. She's Superwoman, so–so he should let her go deal with that. Or . . . or something. 

He doesn't wanna let her go, though. He doesn't wanna go back to not having this yet. He doesn't wanna . . . 

But he has to, or he's not good enough for her anyway. Not a good enough pup successor, or ally, or . . . 

The distressed noises get louder, so–so Kon has to let her go, even though the idea of actually letting her go makes him feel nauseous and unsafe and like something fucking awful's gonna happen. He–he has to. 

He tries to pull back from her and the noises get even more upset, and Clara–Clara tightens her grip on him, for some reason? But–but she can't do that, because he's being bad if he lets her do that, because he's not good enough for her if he lets her do that, because–because–

“Is that Kon?” Lois asks, sounding concerned. 

“Yes,” Clara says, tightening her arms around him again and sounding stressed and worried, because Kon’s being bad and being a disappointment and making her stressed and worried and keeping her from doing her job just like Cadmus made him to and just like–just like–

Someone . . . else made him to do that, didn't they? Not just Cadmus. Someone else made him to . . . 

“Kon,” Clara says, her voice tight with concern and the grip of her arms perfectly safe and horribly awful and absolutely inescapable. “It's alright, pup, you’re–” 

Kon bursts into tears and buries his face against her collarbone and clings to her, and Clara grips him even tighter in response. She’s stronger than anybody in the world and he’s never been anywhere safer and he’s bad. He's bad, he's so bad, he's not a pup or a person and he doesn't deserve any name Clara ever gave him and he's so bad and he’s–and he’s– 

He's just what Cadmus made him to be. He's just what–just what– 

Someone made him to be bad, and he is. 

Kon cries harder than he’s ever cried before, harder than he’s even cried over dead people, and Clara tries to croon and purr at him and it only makes it worse. She’s trying to be so nice to him but he doesn’t deserve it, he’s . . . he’s bad. He’s a bad, bad thing and Clara should never, ever have given him her crest or “Superboy” or “Kon-El” and . . . and he’s the worst thing he could possibly be, and he was made that way. 

That’s all he is, is the bad thing he was made to be.

[stochastique-blog]

True

To all the mothers who create homes everywhere despite all odds, you’re the real mvp.

To all moms who do this magic life giving gifting look easy, even though it’s the hardest job ever, you’re the real mvp.

To all the moms who do this even though they never pushed the child out of their womb, you’re the real mvp.

To all moms who make civilization rise, despite all patriarchal blockages, you’re the real mvp.

Happy Mother’s Day

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[serpercival]

recording Goodbye Supermom before it goes off Amazon and half of this is weirdly pertinent political satire and half of it falls completely fucking flat. Wayne is a political advisor trying to get a megachurch preacher elected as a senator because he needs the money.

Real quotes from this movie so far:

"America needs prayer in schools. and star wars."

"You know, you're 27 points behind in the early polls" "but i have four million dollars"

as of right now the wife quit her job to be a mom but I think it's in an empowering way. also she has a gun

[momma3sunflowers]

Past Sadie hates me, and left me with 235 oz to bag up 🙃 that bitch.

A few proud moments for me:

Look how fatty my milk is 😇 I feed 5 babies and I’m makin an army of chunks!

I’m 6 months into pumping, my goal is a year. So far I’ve made 140 gallons. Big moo 🐮

[iamafanofcartoons]

(Weronika Ziebakowska) You are my Supermom! Summer Rose and Yang Xiao Long The rest is below https www reddit com r RWBY comments okf0as weronika_ziębakowska_you_are_my_supermom_summer/

[pr0blemd0g]

happy mother’s day to polly draper, who was worried about her kids being child actors so she just casually created, executive produced, wrote, and directed an entire tv show for them so she’d be in the best position to keep them safe.

[super-hero-confessions]

[tortoise-teapot]

ventpost lol

remembering how my mother used to give me rants about how i would never attract a partner with my posture so slouched and she would grab my shoulders and hold them back for an hour at a time and it hurt so so bad i would start crying

fastforward 20 years i'm getting a backrub from a cutie i later fumbled. they say, "Oh, huh. your spine leans forward at the top." then gave it a kiss and moved on

fastforward another 5 years. i finally get an xray. my spine is tilted forward. chiropractor said i need immediate adjustment, i politely called him a hack and said i was just looking for diagnosis.

Call my mom. show her the xray. explain it all. "WEIRD!"

that's it that's the comment.

you tortured me for hours over something built-in to my body that a horny medical layperson diagnosed in two seconds??? by just paying attention to me?

anyway my mom just asked "how's your back? does it still hurt because you slouch?"

😐

[bia-wayne-west]

The worst part of being bilingual is that you read something and your mind thinks it was in a certain language, then you spend hours looking for that imagine and only later discover that it was in another language.

[suzukiblu]

!!! Oh! Supermom please!!

He doesn't wanna talk. He doesn't wanna . . . “come up”, he thinks. Not yet. 

He doesn't remember why. He just . . . doesn't wanna. 

Not yet.