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zavep · 2 years
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sisterdivinium · 5 months
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WARRIOR NUN - where first we meet, where last we part
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thepersonalquotes · 9 months
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If I know what love is, it is because of you.
Hermann Hesse
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mazojo · 9 months
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Of all the languages Meme could speak and she chose the truth
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I need Kevin to be transfemme because I need thee Kevin Day to grow up to look exactly like Kayleigh
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whore4hockeymen · 1 year
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Mother’s Day
~Mathew Barzal~
he’s such a girl dad 😍
TW: none, pure fluff
word count: 638
Your eyes shot open as you heard the clattering of pots and pans in the kitchen, followed with high-pitched giggling and shushing. You groaned as you rubbed your eyes and checked the time, noticing that your alarm set for an hour ago never went off. Rolling out of your comfortable bed, you quietly walked out of your room and peeked into the kitchen, met with the cutest sight ever.
Your three year old daughter sat on the counter in a mini-apron holding a wooden spoon as your husband, Mathew Barzal, bent over to clean up the mess on the ground. You could smell pancakes and syrup, fresh fruit and bacon. Neither of them had noticed you, so you stayed hidden and silent, watching what they were up to.
“Shh princess, we don’t want to wake up mommy?” Mat said with a smile, only pure adoration in his eyes as he looked at his mini self.
You couldn’t believe how much your daughter looked like her dad. Everything with the thick black hair on her head to her blue eyes looked exactly like Mat’s. You carried that child in your womb for 9 months and went through 12 hours of labor only to be told, “Oh, she kind of has your nose.”
“Why mommy sleep?” she asked, tilting her cute little head.
“Because today is a special day, it’s mommy day,” Mat explained, reminding you that it was the second Sunday of may, mother’s day.
“What’s mommy day?” your daughter asked, watching her father closely.
He smiled and picked her up in his arms, twirling her around for a second, laughter filling the air, “Well today, we are going to be nice to mommy all day. We’ll give her gifts and bring her breakfast in bed. And then. . .” you covered your ears with a smile, not wanting to ruin any surprise.
You quickly made your way back to your bed and pulled the covers over your head, pretending that you were still asleep. A few minutes later, you heard a pair of footsteps, followed by a pair of smaller footsteps, walk into the room, “Go wake her up,” Mat said.
You felt your daughter climb onto the bed and yank the blankets off your head, “Mommy!” she shouted. Pretending to wake up just then, you yawned and stretched your arms, bringing them around to pull your daughter against you, peppering kisses all over her face.
“Oh my little girl! Oh how I’ve missed her so much,” you said dramatically as you tickled her, she shrieked and kicked away from you.
You smiled and looked up to Mat, who was carrying a platter with pancakes, fruit, bacon, and orange juice, “Happy mother’s day,” he said with a grin, setting the platter down on the bed and pecking you on the lips.
You picked up the platter and looked at the pancakes which were decorated with a chocolate chip smiley face, “I did that!” she said proudly.
“Someone call Gordon Ramsey, he’s got his job on the line,” you joked, kissing her on the cheek.
The three of you ate the food together in bed, probably getting crumbs everywhere. Once finished, you leaned back on the pillow, patting your stomach, “That’s going to put me in a food coma.”
Mat laughed and laid down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “I don’t know about you, but I could go for a nap right now.”
Your daughter climbed up and laid on your guys’ laps, opening her mouth wide and stretching her arms, “Ya, me too,” she said, her eyes fluttering closed.
You laughed quietly and gently stroked her hair, leaning your head against Mat’s shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and shut his own eyes, “I love you,” you whispered.
“I love you more,” he replied.
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suburbanlegnd · 2 months
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tell me why (2020)
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sailorsally · 2 months
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Every invention, every breakthrough by men was enabled by women because their wives took care of their children and home while men were doing these things. Never forget that.
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lesmisscraper · 2 months
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Madame Victurnien expends Thirty Five Francs on Morality. Volume 1, Book 5, Chapter 8.
Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.
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sporesgalaxy · 1 year
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a fun fact about me is that i am a TOTAL weenie about this. every time. this is why it took me like 4 years or something to act on my desire to cut my hair short
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fag-medic · 8 months
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i appreciate people making cosmetics where the mercs can have their tits out but every time one of those has abs a beautiful angel falls from heaven and gets hit by a semi
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holylottie · 9 months
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Rough fingers
Today, I learned that my mom is dying.
Personally, it isn't news, I've been a witness of my mother's mortality ever since I was six years old. She knew sickness before she even met me, and now I'm afraid the disease will be by her side for longer than I.
The doctors don't even know what it is, so there's no treatment, just thousands of pills to ease the pain. My house always felt more like a pharmacy than a home.
The doctors don't know that it is but I do: it's unfair.
It's being eight years old watching your mother shaking; it's being thirteen feelling her faint in your arms; it's being a fifteen years old staying at home to watch your younger siblings; it's being sixteen going through everything alone because your mother already has too much to bare; it's being seventeen years old willing away her tears while learning how to interpret exams results.
It's a lifetime of waiting — and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting — for the worst.
I want her to see me graduate, I don't want to be the one who makes the other hair.
Please Gods, let my mom be strong enough to make a braid.
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dirtytransmasc · 5 months
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self indulgent got concept.
Ned brings Jon home, Cat hates the boy, everything stays the same... until Robert Baratheon is charging through the halls of Winterfell looking for the babe, ready to butcher the poor thing where he lay helpless in his cradle.
in a matter of moments Catelyn learns three things:
The babe was never a bastard, Ned had only lied to her to protect Jon, and that she would die before she let Robert lay a finger on the babe she'd previously wished death upon.
cue Catelyn Stark snatching Jon from his cradle, holding him, protecting him, loving him as she would her own son, risking it all to keep him safe, all care for herself thrown to the wind.
like they say, what a mother's love holds no bounds, and what it makes her capable of had no limits.
#listen listen listen#I just want Catelyn to love Jon Snow and I don't care what I ahve to do to make it happen#(plus the angst is delicious)#I was rewatching old kids movies and ended up watching ice age and idk why but the mom sacrificing herself for her babe gave me ideas#I just imagine young Cat holding onto the boy she hated and wished death on for being bastard (only to find out he wasn't one) as tightly-#as she could. knowing Robert and his men were coming. knowing they would slaughter the boy in front of her. knwoing she'd wished for this-#and deciding she'd give her own life to protect him if thats what it came to.#and in my mind she jumped from the window of the nursery knowing the halls will be filled with the kings men and leave little chance for-#escape. before fleeing on injured legs to hide the babe and herself knowing Robert would be right behind her. she's in agony. but she'll-#going for the babes sake. she won't stop until her heart is dead in her chest. even if it hurts to move and breath and think he keeps going#maybe she takes a horse and flees wintefell all together. maybe she hides somewhere in/around the castle. maybe Robert catches her?#if she runs with him she'd have nothing but the clothes on her back. she'd have to feed him and keep him warm. she'd have left her own son-#behind. the potential angst and hurt/comfort as Cat misses her own son and learns to love another. feeding him and keeping him warm from-#her own body while she's injured and lost and at the will of the elements of the strange new place she now considered calling home#idk I just think it'd be an interesting concept#there's something about a mother and her child being cornered by 'wolves' (in this case a stag). this has the added spice of Cat and Jon's-#dynamic. just earlier that day she could barely look at him and now she's willing to die for him. the change happened in seconds.#that was a lot of ranting in the tags. oops. anyway...#catelyn stark#jon snow#I love putting these two in harrowing. life altering. and/or traumatic situations so they can finally just be mother and son#I live for the angsty family feels#got#game of thrones#asoiaf
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To all the moms in your life!
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pgfabs · 4 months
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