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befemininenow · 1 year

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Yesterday was a special day in honor and tribute to all the mothers in several countries around the world. Some of us got to spend time with our loved one while others remember the good times when our mothers were still in this world. In times where things can be tough, it’s always good to find solutions and comfort with a nurturing mother figure in your side.

Although this comic was uploaded months ago on Twitter by Pink Horizons*, it fits so well with the theme of mother knowing and accepting her child. The bond of both mother and trans daughter in this story is so heartwarming, some of us wish for a close relationship like that. Just because there are women who disown their transgender children make doesn’t mean all mothers will be the same. For a mother to be happy, their biggest wish is to see their kids be genuinely happy with themselves. If you still have your mother or any mother figure around, give her at least a message and thank her for her love and support. Happy belated Mother’s Day!

*Pink Horizons is the original creator and owner of these pics. I am just the uploader.

For Pink Horizons’ page, go to: https://twitter.com/shining_sof

For the link to the original pics, go to: https://twitter.com/shining_sof/status/1621258656003006465?cxt=HHwWgoCxgY2K7_8sAAAA

For the extra bride pic, go to: https://twitter.com/shining_sof/status/1647608980510855170?cxt=HHwWhMC-we3ovd0tAAAA

#transgender #trans ally #mother #daugther #motherly love #trans children #commission #original art #not mine #mother’s day #thank you #lgbtlove

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kynerdybird · 4 months

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Its Thursday Night! 🎲🐉⚔️

"Together, we're sort of living life now, aren't we." 🗡️🍺

A mother finally reunitied..

#critical role #critical role fanart #the mighty nein #mighty nein #dnd art #its thursday #procreate #fanart #fjord stone #caleb widogast #veth brenatto #veth the brave #luc brenatto #motherly love

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littlepawz · 1 year

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Animals are, like us, endangered species on an endangered planet, and we are the ones who are endangering them, it, and ourselves. They are innocent sufferers in a hell of our making.

~Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson~

#animals #endangered world #polar bears #bears #cubs #animal families #awww #motherly love #cuddles #nature #beauty #wildlife #wild animals #protect these lives

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podartists · 6 months

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Motherly love | Frederick Morgan (1847-1927)

#frederick morgan #art #british art #english art #figurative #figurative art #paintings #cat #motherly love

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prxckedradiolove · 3 months

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I will keep you safe, no matter what he threatens.

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terebelli · 3 months

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Mama bear and Baby bear.

#polar bear #motherly love

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tacuaritablog · 9 months

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A hare among the bunnies, their protector

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yyadream · 17 days

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I had plan for Tang Shen to suffer the same fate like her previous iterations but I ended up loving the idea of her finally being a mother figure to the turtles. Even tho Shen is biological Miwa’s mother, she still love turtles like they are her own and they’ll love her like she’s their mother.

The same goes for Miwa, I don’t plan for to be mutated into a snake like her 2012 counterpart. Instead she’ll be in gymnastics to represent that and will be more sisterly to her younger siblings.

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jewbeloved · 1 year

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This was a fun little idea that came to mind

What about Stan and Kyle (separately) with a motherly like girlfriend? Like she's super kind and sweet, always taking care of her boyfriend. But she's also a Mama bear and can be super protective whether it's him getting into a fight or being sick

Thank you <3

Stan and Kyle with a motherly s/o💖💖

Warnings: None

Gender: Female

💙 Stan Marsh 🍼

Legit, every time he comes home from school you're always waiting by his door to greet him while holding some snacks and treats you made for him.

If you ask me, I don't think Stan has ever seen or been with anybody that is this generous and kind to him.

He really admires your talents and hard work you do for him.

Whenever his parents and sister aren't home, you both always hangout together. You always made sure that he was eating healthy and took care of his chores for him.

Oh my god, he loves your cooking!!!

He will eat anything you make him! Cookies, cake, donuts, pie, soup, pancakes, waffles, and etc.

He probably also talks to Kyle about you all the time.

Whenever you gave other people snacks that you made, Stan might get a little bit jealous because he always wanted to be the first to try whatever you make.

You're also very protective of Stan as well.

You always make sure that he doesn't get in a fight or hurt at all.

You also always show up and shoo away the 6th graders whenever they're bothering him or his friends.

Maybe the world isn't as shitty as he thought it would <3💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🧃

AHHHHHHH CUTENESS OVERLOAD IS GOING TO BE ON A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL NOW!💖💖💖💖💖💖

Legit, Kyle admires you way more than Stan does. The first time you guys both met, it couldn't even believe it himself but he had latched onto you ever since.

Dating you is like he has found the key to comfort and happiness, like he has finally escaped all of the negative impacts around him whenever he was with you.

Every time he sees you he just wants to give you a big hug 🥰🥰 hugging you is one of his love languages! You're so soft like a pillow whenever he hugs you!

You literally become a whole killing machine when it comes to protecting Kyle from danger.

He might have to hold you back before you hurt anybody.

He also loves your cooking as well, he might even cook something for you in return. He 100% uses a cook book though.

You're always so sweet and generous, it honestly makes him want to pepper your face with kisses to show his love for you as well.

He also likes it whenever you defend him from Cartman ripping on him for being a Jew.

"What's wrong with Kyle being a Jew fatass?"

"What do you mean what's wrong?! Jews are also classified as sinners you know, the jewish population should be dying out by now"

"They can only die out if they stop reproducing you fucking idiot!" You pulled Kyle towards you as you hissed at Cartman.

Kyle is so lucky to have you💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

A...B...C...D...E...F...GUN!

#south park x reader #south park #southpark blog #southpark sp #sp x reader #x reader #southpark x y/n #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #kyle brovlofski #motherly reader #motherly love #sweet reader #southpark scenarios #southpark headcanons

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 3 months

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I’m Here, My Love ~Motherly!Soft!Agnes van Rhijn xFem Younger(30s)!ClosetedLesbian!Reader

Summary— Agnes has always had a soft spot for Reader. And the older woman is always there in Readers times of need.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: Angst, little fluff, age gap (all legal), crying, implied anxiety attack, arranged marriage, pregnancy, closeted sexuality, physical comfort, kisses, etc.

Enjoy (;

You were Oscar’s best friend from childhood. Both of you having realized you were gay and had somewhat similar struggles, held a strong friendship.

The big difference?

Your family had forced you to marry another old money New York misogynist asshole.

One rough fight in a particular between you and your husband brought you to the Van Rhijn doorstep. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, your eyes stained, your hair messy, as you waited for the door to be answered from your knock. But instead of Oscar, it was Mrs. Van Rhijn who answered.

“Oh Dear, Y/N, are you quite alright…?” The older woman as concerningly.

You had practically grown up in the Van Rhijn household, always trying to escape from your own home.

Agnes urged you to come inside, guiding you past the hallway and into the living room. Aunt Ada and Miss Marian were sitting in the lounge, having some afternoon tea.

At the sight of you, both women stood up and immediately flocked to your side. Agnes tutted them to give you some room, guiding you to sit down on the couch next to her. Her hand rested on your back, as she comforted you. Aunt Ada and Miss Marian started chattering with questions and concern.

“Ladies. Please…” Agnes sternlywarned the women to calm down.

She then turned to you with a look at you, her face softening with concern.

“What happened, my love, hmmm…?” Agnes whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair to the side and behind your ear.

Marian’s eye widened a little at how soft and caring Agnes was being. She hadn’t lived here long, but she had never known Agnes to be anything but stern and direct. But not with you…? It perplexed Marian.

But Marian didn’t know your struggle. Agnes did. Agnes had seen you struggle with your desires since you were a little girl. She had seen you forced into a marriage you hadn’t consented to. She had seen you go through suffering, yet keep your head up nonetheless.

Agnes respected your strong will. And you hers. And this rarely happened. In all the thirty four years that Agnes had known you, you had only ever cried once. The night before your weeding…

“I… I— mmmm” you chocked out, trying to get your words out, but struggling through your sobs.

Agnes’ hand circled your back comfortingly.

At that moment, some of the servants of the house came upstairs to see what the commotion was about. Agnes quickly shooed them away. Then afterwards, she sent Miss Marian out as well. This now gave you, Agnes, and Aunt Ada more privacy.

“Breathe, Y/N, breath…” she reminded you, “Take a deep breath and talk to me…”

“Y/N Dear, talk to us…” Ada cooed caringly.

Ada always had an easier time with sympathy and care. It just came more naturally to the woman than her sister. Agnes nodded in agreement to Ada’s words.

Just as Agnes was nodding, you felt a wave of nausea hit you. You groaned and Ada’s eyes widened, understanding. She ran and grabbed a bucket, and you grabbed it swiftly before emptying out your entire stomache into the bucket. Your groaned, and Agnes quickly helped to clean you up. This only concerned the women even more.

“I didn’t… didn’t want it…” you whimpered, “didn’t—didn’t want it…”

The sisters furrowed their brows lightly. Your stomache gurgled and you placed your hand in front of you mouth, trying to suppress your nausea.

“Oh god…” you groaned, “I… didn’t want— no no don’t want…”

Agnes’ eyes widened as you swayed back and forth next to her. It clicked for her. She looked over to confused Ada and suggestively made eye contact, then looked towards your stomache, then made eye contact with her sister once more. Ada’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She silently mouthed and oh and covered her mouth.

“Sweetheart, are you… with child…?” Ada asked gently.

At her words, you started sobbing again. Agnes rubbed your back a little faster and began shushing you.

“Shhhh, Y/N, we can’t have the whole block hearing you…” Agnes whispered softly.

“I— sorry… hic! um yes, I am…” you stammered, lowering your voice but accidentally hiccuping in the middle of your statement.

You swiftly wiped the tears away from your face, and went to try and fix your hair. Agnes telling to you quiet down sent reality back into you.

“I’m sorry for coming, I’m sorry for all of this…” you muttered, moving away from Agnes’ touch, “I’m simply overreacting…”

You knew your words weren’t true deep down, but on the surface, you believed them…

“Hush now, child.” Agnes shook her head and stopped your from pulling away, “Now, I’m going to set you up in the guest room for tonight, where you used to stay when you were young. You remember?—”

You bit your lip, your eyes starting to water again, and nodded.

“Good. And then you are to eat dinner with us and sleep here for the night. Tomorrow morning, when you are more level headed, you and I will have a longer conversation about this…”

You hiccuped again and nodded.

“Thank you” you whispered.

“Nonsense. It’s the least we could do. Now, you will unfortunately need to inform your husband…” Agnes softly said.

Alarm bells started to go off. You started to shake and were about ready to start sobbing again. Luckily, Ada then stepped in and offered to send a letter to explain that you had gotten sick while having dinner and were gonna plan to stay the night. Agnes agreed to this, then standing up to call for the servants to have your room prepared.

Ada began to write the letter right away, And once your room was ready, Agnes took you by the arm and guided you upstairs. She let you into your old room, leaning close and giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep for now, my love. I’ll come get you in time for dinner…” Agnes hummed softly.

You nodded and thanked the older woman once more.

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Agnes Van Rhijn Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

#agnes van rhijn #agnes Van Rhijn fluff #the gilded age #the gilded age fanfiction #The gilded age fluff #The gilded age x reader #christine baranski #motherly love #motherly!agnes Van Rhijn #Soft #soft!agnes Van Rhijn

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teenangsty · 10 months

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IMAGINE THIS SWEET LITTLE ANGLE ACCIDENTLY CALLING YOU MOM BECAUSE YOU TREAT HIM SO MOTHERLY AND KIND AND THE OTHER HASHIRA ARE LIKE "Muichiro that's not your mom" And he gets confused on what happend and since you care so much you gave him a journal of things about you so when he forgets you he can read it but one thing he always calls you is mom by accident and any time the hashira try to correct him you just glare them down and mother him like he was your own

MUICHIRO=PROTECT THE CHILD

#muichiro tokito #demon slayer #kny fluff #muichiro fluff #adorable #motherly love #kny fanfic #kny headcanons #kny headers

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lovingcare-1210pro · 2 years

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#bearphotography #bear family #animal blog #bear cubs #mama bear #motherly love

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shesherhappiness · 20 days

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Missy and mom. 🫶🏻❤️

#mother #motherly love

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fluffytimearts · 2 years

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Mama's boy

Decided to call Scout's mom "Linda" since she doesn't have a canon name in tf2!

Anyways have some motherly love feat. Scout!

#scout #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 scouts mom #scouts ma #scouts mom #motherly love #fluffytimearts #artists on tumblr #my artwork #my art #my art 2022 #doodle #I maaay redraw her next time

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cretaceousquake · 7 months

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One shot-

Eye of the hurricane - platonic!Lady Lesso x Reader

Summary: you get a bad grade and act severely out If character, Lesso decides to help out

You had always been a quiet kid. The kid who got straight As without trying, and never said a word to anyone in class. Your classmates would talk behind your back about anything, including your ‘allegedly’ violent history. No one really believed the stories of you leveling houses and scorching the earth because you were always so soft spoken and quiet. There was that word again, it attached to you, followed you everywhere you went, but who were you to get rid of it when it was so truthful you supposed. Your mother had angrily told you many a time to be more outgoing for connections and such. You always followed her orders in fear of her punishments but this was one you couldn’t follow through on.

There you sat in that moment, at the back of the class waiting for the A on the test that was getting passed back out today. It was a minor test for a unit in transfiguration but you had been having trouble getting the material lately, making you very nervous to see the grade on the test. The professor throws the test on your desk with a sigh, pointing to the grade at the top right of the page. In bright red marker, as if to mock you, sat a C. “ This was disappointing to see L/n, I expected better from you.” The professor says, turning away with a look of disappointment on their face.

You could feel the tears well up in your eyes as you stared at the paper. You had always gotten everything with no trouble, how had you fallen off with this class? You sniff and attempt to push your tears down until you could get out of class. As soon as the bell rang you burst out of the door and full-sprinted down the halls to your dorm to hide your shame. No one had ever seen you panic in any capacity so the gossip for your next class was high. Unfortunately, your next class just so happened to be with Lady Lesso.

She was always fond of you. You were very smart, strong, and quiet, everything most nevers weren't. She appreciated that you held so much power but only chose to cause evers mischief and never your own school. She knew of your power, of the large claws and fangs that jutted out when you were upset and the damage pyrokinesis could cause. She was the only person in the entire school to know for curtain what you were… A hellhound. So as she listened to the gossip and heard your name get tossed around, she felt panic rise in her stomach. She gained the students attention with a smack of her cain on the table, maintaining her intimidating image by glaring at all of the nevers. “Where is L/n?” she questions, only getting pointing fingers and head turns from the teens.

Eventually one boy gets brave and answers “ We saw her running to her dorm after her last class.” That is what gets Lesso’s attention. You never skipped classes. She decided that checking on you was more important to her than class time, telling the nevers in her room that they could leave. They wasted no time getting out the door, in fear of what Lesso would do if they didn’t. She, on the other hand, marched down the halls to your dorm, following the scorch marks and ash you left behind in your stride until she reached a very chard door.

Your door was littered with large claw marks and singed wood, making the crashing and screaming from the inside all the more ominous. She knocked on the door and the crashing stopped, allowing her to hear the hostile growl of ‘Go away’ that came from inside. She ignored you, only giving an equally loud ‘That is not how you talk to me’. She could hear more loud crashing and cursing. Lesso decides that enough is enough and uses her skull key to the school and unlocks your door.

What she sees in the room is like a bucket of ice water was just dumped over her head. You stood in the middle of the room, claws and fangs bared and eyes a piercing red, thrashing and destructively slashing at everything like a tornado of devastation. Lesso has never seen you like this, you were always so mild mannered and soft spoken. She approaches, you seemingly haven't noticed the redhead in your area and only stop when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to her, not really registering who is actually in front of you and pushing their hand off of you with a growl. Lesso sees you aren’t truly aware of what you are doing or who she is, so she speaks in the tone she only takes with you. “ L/n, what has you in such a fit?” she asks.

You turn to look at her once more, slowly registering who is in your space. You whine as you remember you had been so rude to her while she was standing outside the door. You back away with a distraught look on your face, tripping over the rubble of your belongings and curling up into yourself on the ground. Lesso sees that you have not really been in full control of yourself, a rare occurrence you have told her. “ I am so sorry Lady Lesso, I-I don’t really know what came over me. I just remember getting a C and having to get back here as soon as possible…. I lost control! I didn’t do anything to anyone did I!?” Your words flew out of your mouth in a panic. Lesso approached slowly, sitting next to you and pulling you up to look at her by cupping your face with both hands.

“You're fine Y/n, you didn’t hurt anyone. However, I need you to tell me what sent you into this so you don’t have the chance to do so in the future.” She found your concern very strange but sweet nonetheless. Very ever-like, but she could let it slide just for you. You explain everything to her, on the verge of tears as you look down at the carnage of your rage. Everything was in shambles, and that could have been a person if you didn’t lock yourself in this room. You let yourself fall into the older woman, burying your face in her neck. She is hesitant to console you at first, this being a very foreign action to her, but eventually she wrapped her arms around you and pulled your body to hers. “Shhh shhh, little demon, you did well and managed to contain yourself.”

Your concern shifts to a different problem with a small gasp and a realization. Your mother is going to kill you for that C. She was always so happy to brag about how intelligent you were, but behind closed doors, the story of your bad grades involved a belt and some very harsh words that made for some hellish nights. You pull away from Lesso in a panic, alerting the older woman that something is still wrong. “ My mother- my mother is going to end me when she sees that C!” You had told Lesso stories of your mother before, about the things she had said and done to you, but this panic made the woman very concerned. What would your mother do?

“ I will not let her lay a hand on you, little hound. I can tutor you in transfiguration so this never happens again, but you and I are also going to have to work on that temper of yours.” She states, the last bit was very playful and kind but the first bit contained an air of determination that you had never seen.

“Thank you Lady Lesso, but you need not trouble yourself. I have dealt with my mother myself all my life, what is another C?” you say solemnly, looking down at the ruin below you. You don’t want to be a burden. You feel Lesso grab your chin with her fingers and lift your gaze back to her eyes. “ And you will never have to deal with her alone again, little hound, I want to protect you.” She said this with conviction so she could cast out any doubt in your mind that she was doing this for any other reason other than because she cares about you. And you believed her.

A/n(I take requests if anyone wants something writen)

#cross posted on ao3 #lady leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso #motherly love #platonic

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blrrblog · 4 months

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How to Mend a Broken Heart

Visiting home, it's been a month;

I breathe a sigh, the familiar scent stirs my heart.

Tears fall, broken pieces of my heart lie scattered about.

My mother lectures me.

She does not want to see me hurt.

Nor do I want to show my struggle.

For she tries to keep me safe,

From a life that might break my heart.

My father, eyes weary and chest heavy

Admits he wakes from his dreams, calling for me.

Not angry about my wild nights out,

He had asked his friends, from their clubs, to watch over me.

"Send me your art," he says,

"I like them, I want to print them out and hang them in my office

So I can show everyone how talented my daughter is."

Their love, always unconditional

And yet I have been selfish.

Selfish, and how selfless they have been!

I can spend a lifetime searching for true love

But no love would be more true

than the love of a mother and a father.

I open the door, breathing a sigh.

The familiar scent tickles my heart.

I smell it once again.

I smell my family.

The ones I call home.

The ones who care about me the most.

The ones who love me unconditionally

Even though I have made so many mistakes.

The ones I will always love,

Even if I have to wait a lifetime

To mend my broken heart.

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