#about mama

[tariah23]

#yuhhhh #rambling #everyone and their mama had a lot to say about the slap but these same ppl have either come out being full blown Zionists or they’ve just #been completely silent #all together #not that we should expect much from celebs but you get it #also it’s been completely normalized to demonize black people doing literally anything so #you literally would’ve thought will smith killed this ass on national tv the way they were crying about this shit

[phantoms-cave]

don't ask about crazy april - 2017

don’t ask about (crazy) april. I call my mother crazy, drinking a 40 oz. with my friends, her hands trembling as she laments the twenty-two years she spent in this country trying to get rich,

but I call her even crazier when I watch her bury herself in roulette table debt, in the side-glances, overeager neck-vein grins of her friends who she will steadily lose in the next five years, who each rattle off in Shanghainese: “I don’t mean to be rude, but please don’t forget, april, you owe me $2500.”

forget, she wouldn’t, she would lie awake, dry-eyed, the kind that hurts to blink, sinking into her cloud mattress, hoping for relief, after dry-swallowing lumps of Metformin, Lisinopril, a little aspirin tab— but her body aches, even after all the Tramadol, in the thick bull-like muscle of her calves, in the livid blue joints of her toes, ankles, in her doughy midsection, the gut, and her mind throbs, incessantly, pumping anxiety and dull pains from the time wasted, misspent in casinos, praying with one hand on the slot machine, the other rummaging around in the recycled envelope that’s reserved for the rent, both hands over her head as she flung skateboards, televisions, shoes, at my head.

I call her crazy, remembering ten years back: I drew on sidewalks with cantaloupe-colored chalk while my sister hurled cans of RC Cola, my mother bragged to her friends about her recent rental home, how large, how spacious, how luxurious, how vintage, little did they know about how we slept at night, cockroaches seeping out of the rotting walls, how we never ate anything out of the toaster because a rat had melted in it, how the ceiling bulged down over our beds, sure to leak rainwater, oh, she wanted her friends to know that twenty-two years weren’t squandered— as I held onto her in the evenings, tracing the deep lines in the corners of her eyes, to which she told me to put on sunscreen so I could stay young forever, so I could “catch a man with more prospects than your father,” but sunscreen was the least of her worries, because at 2 am her eyes would glaze over amid dizzying cigarette smoke, stark neon JACKPOT! lights, as she hoped for two days, unsleeping, relentlessly wishing to replenish the thousand dollars she’d just shoveled into the casino furnace.

I call april crazy but I know she’s not all that.

she convinces herself:

that she did not leave her parents, sisters, and brothers behind in Shanghai, in 1992, to work in a dusty Chinese restaurant so she can rake in a hefty hundred dollars a day (if she’s lucky),

that she did not grit her teeth through the Cultural Revolution, forgoing an education to kneel in a re-education labor camp, to accept that she’d never see her eldest brother again because a mining cave had crushed him instantaneously,

that she did not stand shoulder-to-shoulder with peers, stoning teachers and the old man who sells slippers to death, to steal silverware from buffets so my sister and I wouldn’t have to eat with our grubby fingers,

that she did not watch Mao’s Red Guards infest her childhood home, ravenously kicking and clawing through drawers for jewelry, for antiques, for anything, no, she did not watch them seize and surrender her home so she could continue dragging her feet in a new land that isn’t the kindest to those who speak in nonsensical English-Chinese sentences.

tonight, I call my mother crazy out of habit, even though she is not there, but elsewhere, in her boisterous smoky coin jingling second home, and I stand in the kitchen, failing to remember that time april handled a pan over the stove, on the phone with her sister, scrambling eggs for me, eight years old, dabbing her eyes with a grease-stained paper towel, incoherently stringing together words to tell me that her mother had died— and yet, she sat down then and sits down now, bursting with a manic euphoria, at her usual spot in between the Vietnamese grandma and the long-haired Mexican, spinning poker chips with her rough sausage fingers.

I call her crazy, as I squint under sickly fluorescent light, scarfing down whatever’s in the fridge, watching my father in his Batman shorts, on his knees, in the dead of night, vacuuming up and picking out bits of Honeynut Cheerios that my mother had spilled and crushed in the blotchy carpet like an overgrown child, and I wait for her to come home.

Insight

#about mama #poem #2017

[panrao]

Spoilers, it's dysphoria

#panrao #my art #sir crocodile #crocomom #crocodad #dadodile #one piece #monkey d luffy #tony tony chopper #my take on the mama or dad conversation #luffy has trouble understanding gender and the intricate meanings different words have #He considers Crocodile very much male #but also calls him mom since to him it's the most literal meaning he can think of #he doesnt mean it in a demeaning way but since he gave birth to Luffy=mom in Luffys mind #Croco quickly clears up any misunderstandings about his gender #with his hook lmao #Luffy only gets away with it because Crocodile has a soft spot for him #of course all very much headcanon and not canon (yet..)

[myuminji]

Just a comic about Rem Saverem.

Nai loved his mother, he truly did. If not, why would he grace her mercy to escape the ship with them? Why wouldn't he kill her himself, and instead left fate to decide upon her demise?

He loathed the Rem he sees in Luida, the Rem he sees in Meryl, the Rem he sees in Vash; he hates the 'Rem' that was crafted in his mind over the years, haunting him wherever he go. But would he hate the actual Rem had he seen her again?

Nai loved her just as much as he hates her, and he hates that he loved her, just as much as he hates the humanity both his loved ones had chosen over him.

#Nai is a mama's boy...... #my view might be obsure but this nai lives in my heart #all the people in twt points out lots of things that makes it even worse/pos #i think about them alot.... #trigun stampede #trigun #rem saverem #millions knives #myuminjiart

[mochidoodle]

the forger mama/daughter pair throughout the years 🥺

#spy x family #spy family #anya forger #yor forger #yor briar #MAMA DAUGHTER QUALITY TIME!!! #aka complaining about damian hour

[pocket-dragon]

Computer, show me BG3 post game seven year timeskip convos

#based on a convo me and my friend had about my Tav #ironically the 2nd child is the planned one #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #dnd #Tav #bard #astarion #karlach #she gets tagged because those are also her kids #post canon kiddos #mama k #My ocs #comic #my art #astarion still doesnt like kids but #Tav is his bestie so he tolerates the gremlins when he visits

[coldbycrossfade]

MAN THAT REALLY COLORS THIS RESPONSE IN THIS CONVERSATION SO DIFFERENTLY FOR ME

#bg3 #like here my silly ass that doesn't know shit was thinking 'wow i'm actually surprised he's pretty chill with this' #JOKES ON ME I'M BOOBOO THE FOOL #IT'S P R O B A B L Y MORE LIKELY THAT HE JUST ASSUMES IT WON'T LAST AND HE HAS NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT #WOW............DAMN............GOT ME #CAUGHT ME SLIPPIN CAUSE I AM A LORE NOVICE HERE.................................... #like SURE you could ASSUME that astarion would be flippant about having multiple partners like why wouldn't the flirty one be that way righ #but no no no there's much to think about here i'm unpacking the fucking layers i can feel my mind peeling like an onion #woag mama #i'm not articulate today b/c brain fog but i hope that made any sense #and hey maybe I'M even making assumptions but calling it a 'harmless affair' just.....that hits different #astarion

[rabbit-rays]

of course she sees you for what you are and loves you anyways. she's your mom.

#ff7 #ffvii #cloud strife #i cant think too long about cloud and his mama ILL. CRY.

[floofyboi57]

“This is beautiful…”

“Why would anyone throw this away?”

#HEY WATCH HOW HARD I CAN CRY #LAST TIME POSTING ABOUT THE LWAKED PILOT I SWEAR #MAMA EDA I LOVE YOU #I WANT YOU AND YOUR SPOUSE’S HANDS IN MARRIAGE #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #the owl house #the owl house pilot #eda clawthorne #eda the owl lady

[phantoms-cave]

April - 04.18.2017

trust not, even your mother, she said. and I do not.  I peer down in my food, in my drink, in my clothes for arsenic, perhaps.

forget not, your mother, I thought. she sits across from me, reeking of restaurant grease—please do not ask about that. talks in circles about her day, about the woman driving the Jaguar  with her pig nose flicked up towards the upper glass ceiling,

and I laugh, seethe in awe, soak in her resilience, in her crest and trough of gross manipulation and addiction, fear for her,  the day I follow her to her deathbed.

Insight

This poem is really indicative of the obvious cognitive dissonance that was going on in my head. I hadn't met my wife yet and I still had that incredibly toxic group of friends around---but this was around the time I'd started to think about shedding all of that.

there were three layers:

distrust of my mother, and unease

defense of my mother, because I'd really started to understand what she had to endure

and still...being both disgusted and idk confused and hurt about my mother's gambling addiction

#poem #about mama #2017

[singswan-springswan]

remember how he came back and he was still a kid

#thinking about him being horrified at first #in between Pit episodes #and maybe he was disgusted and scared and dramatic #and maybe he needed to be told that everything would be okay #jason todd #talia al ghul #lazarus pit #mama!talia is my favorite #singswan-springswan art

[turtleblogatlast]

Imo the most impressive thing Leo’s done is hold this pose for as long as he did while covered head to toe in gold paint:

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rise leo #if you’ve ever had to wear body paint that stuff can be UNCOMFORTABLE #AND to hold that pose for so long - not moving a muscle even when they first started falling? #as humorous as this is it is no joke highly impressive #I also love the implication that they disguised Leo SO FAST that Big Mama JUST finished with item 1 #this is why Leo grows to become the worlds greatest ninja #bro’s dedication to subterfuge is godly #also #Leo 🤝 Mario: being painted gold and tricking the villainess into thinking you’re a statue #side note but in this same episode leo makes a comment about being betrayed by his brothers all the time in a happy tone #and I wonder if that’s part of where his love for epic betrayals comes from #or if his bros partially did those betrayals because they know he likes them #also also #nearly all of Leo’s absolute best moments are contained within episodes that feature either Hueso or especially Big Mama #and I find that interesting #ALSO also also #Karai and Big Mama both embody different aspects of Leo’s key character traits and in this essay I will- #side note but as I mentioned in the notes LEO WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD CHEERLEADER AND SPECIFICALLY A FLYER #bc here’s the thing he has literally all the marks of a good one - the main one being what he shows HERE #the ability to LOCK HIS POSITION #plus his affinity for showmanship like #AND his literal JOB AS A MASCOT??? #let my guy be a cheerleader plz #he and Mikey both would be so good at it

[triona-tribblescore]

le bae-bae

(Yo-Ho-Ho) A Ninjas Life For Me

First / Previous / Next:

#This was supposed to be a lot more detailed and a lot longer #but i got tired lol #plus now it means that we can leave his backstory a lil more mysterious for the future ;) #Also #HES JUST A LITTLE GUY LEAVE HIM ALONE #i say #you know like a liar #also usagi may or may not be already in denial about the whole thing #whos gonna tell him- #rottmnt leo #a ninjas life for me #rottmnt big mama #rottmnt #ANLFM #jotaro usagi yojimbo #rottmnt au #rottmnt fanart #usagi #rottmnt comic #leosagi #tribbleart #<3

[beebfreeb]

I don't think Senshi would play Cooking Mama. He would think it's a great game for the kids to have but it wouldn't appeal to him like the real thing. He wouldn't play any actual cooking sims, either. He would play Tetris and Candy Crush.

#dungeon meshi #funny talking tag #He would LIKE Cooking Mama #he'd play a few recipies and say Oh that's cute #and give the DS back and say I'm glad this is encouraging kids to get into cooking :) #I'M SAYING THIS AS A COOKING MAMA SUPER FAN #I LOVE COOKING MAMA. #One of my favorite games. The state of my Cooking Mama 3 DS cartridge is DIREEE #and I can accept that Senshi would not play it #He is a mobile phone gamer. #He doesn't seem very tech literate but I mean that in the like... #He could use a laptop and update a cooking blog and that's about it. #If something went wrong he would have to get someone else to help him. #Falin built a gaming PC though.

[ladyylavenderrr]

WHY DID JULIAN MAKE A JOKE ABOUT FUCKING QUARK’S MOTHER?! HE HAD NO REASON FOR THAT

#star trek #ds9 #deep space nine #julian bashir #quark #they were literally all about to die #Julian and the yo mama jokes #season 2 episode 3

[megaawkwardhuman]

the gays™ can't have shit

#two characters talking about running activates my fight or flight mode at this point #mama mia HERE WE GO AGAIN *dramatic inhale* #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #our flag means death #ofmd #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens s2 #good omens s2 spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #go #go spoilers #go2 #go2 spoilers #brought to you by ms paint #*dramatic inhaling* WHY CAN'T WE JUST STICK TO ONE GOOD OMENS SPOILER TAG!?!?!?! #OR LIKE THREE #anyway funny how the seasons line up like that lol #gonna go cry now byyyyyyyyyyyyyyye