Bless my mother, who called to check on me today because the last of "my boys" were leaving.
Bless her for sending me pictures of the guys from Twitter - as if I hadn't been staring at them all morning - to excitedly mention that at least I get to see Yoongi, who she thought looked so cute.
Bless her for choking up on the phone when I mentioned that Jungkook seemed like he was tearing up at the end of his live.
Bless her for answering, when I asked her why she was getting so emotional, that because I talk about and love them so much they feel like her sons, and that she has been crying on and off all day and hopes they'll be healthy and that the people they encounter treat them with kindness.
Bless her. 💜
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FT Trio! What do you think of Hisui Zoroark?? Or other Hisui Pokémon??
Indigo: I've never seen one?
Ash: Are they not Normal Zoroark?
Peach: We found a small colony of them up in the mountains, but we havent exactly been able to tell if they're ready for the world just yet. They're incredibly people shy, so they've never really met a human before.
Peach: Hisuian Pokemon we're finding more of. Its so strange, but i dont know enough about Hisuian to really be able to tell whats from there and whats not, never even heard of that region beforem
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I’ve been visiting my family for five days and I just love how my dearly beloved mother cannot grasp how her daughter, who got burnt out from her writing related job and then started writing fanfics, slowly regaining a love and happiness for writing again after more than 10 years of feeling dread from it, doesn’t want to write to earn money again.
Mom: But you’re so GOOD at writing, why don’t you try and earn MONEY from it?
Me: Because writing to make money turned me ill for years...?
Mom: But you’re so gifted! There are magazines you could write short stories for!
Me: You’ve said that for fifteen years at least, and I’ve tried to tell you that being an autistic, genderfluid nerd who literally can’t get through a modern heterosexual love story without feeling sick, doesn’t make a good story writer for old womens magazines...
Mom: But your could make MONEY from it!
Me: Yeah, no, it’s not that easy and you of all people should know that, as a former journalist.
Mom: But you’re so goooood at writing!!!
Me: You’re right. Your daughter is fairly good at writing, especially gay porn, explicit torture, angst and male pregnancies without a single female character.
Mom: I don’t want to hear about this!
Me: But that’s what I’m really successful with, you know...
Mom: A mother doesn’t want to hear such things!
Me: Well, this daughter doesn’t want to hear about writing heterosexual, romantic short stories aimed at women who think 50 shades of abuse is hot and maaaaybe earning a little bit of money from it. I have emotionally disturbed gay sorcerers and mobsters to fuck up, I don’t need more work.
Mom: But...
Me: Do you want to know what the most popular gay torture story I wrote contains?
Mom: No!
Me: THEN STOP NAGGING OR YOU’LL GET DETAILS! Just because I’m good at gay torture porn, doesn’t mean I’m good at “he looked at her and she looked at him” stories for boomers!
I love my mom, but sweet Yiling Patriarch, sometimes I wish she would learn when to drop a subject. For 7 years now, we’ve had this kind of convo at least once a year and one day I might loose my shit and send her my xuexiao ABO series, my bigchan daddy kink story and the rape victim to rapist to lover story with juice and tully, damnit!
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My mother, 47, a computer engineer, just called me to come and delete a facebook post for her. Love her😂❤️
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"SHUT THAT OFF!"-my mom after I showed her the clip from South Park of Mr. Garrison burning Lambchop
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i am so sad that reid wont be on the revival idk if i will watch :(
I'm so sad too not gonna lie (my constant whining in friend's dms can attest 😄) especially since I really like the new format, less case of the week, more dwelling on character's lives, and it's fair if don't feel up to watching it!
I think part of me always believes that until they say he's gone for good then he's not gone for good? A là Emily Prentiss, I went through it when I thought I wouldn't see her again and then I did and she's here now! Spencer and Matt are on their secret special assignments and the future will tell, but I like to be hopeful about it. Hey to this day I still believe I'll see Derek Morgan again 😂
CM makes me feel a little emotional in general and the thought of it and the whole universe in which it exists just coming to a halt made me sad, so I'm happy to see the familiar places and people again, everyone especially Emily and Luke, what's up with their lives, and I'm curious to get any insight on what's up with Reid, and hopefully this will get me out of this current state of mental exhaustion because I miss drawing him even though I draw mostly him lol
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My mom was on her phone and a video started playing loudly and she said “Oh excuse me!” before silencing it and it felt like the equivalent of excusing a fart.. a digital fart 😂
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Not to out my mom, but this is the funniest cry for help i've ever seen from her
"Hiiii i love youuuu also for the love of god im dying. Tee hee <3"
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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You can’t pick Lilia for this. But who is your other favorite short character in Twst?
I like the angry little king boy 🌹
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staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?
🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%
🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%
grace image os i get to look at her
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This week's Discord Prompt!
JJK X OHSHC
Find @cocoabell drawing here
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What uh. What's the frog story 👀
back when i was in second grade, my elementary school organised a school market with every class selling their crafts for charity. the contribution of my class were hand-sized ceramic frogs we made in art class. each one of us made one of them to be sold for five euros a piece (this is important later). the quality of the frog i made varies drastically based on who is telling the story, and for reasons that will become very apparent later there is no way to check, but i stand by the fact that it was average looking, if a bit wonky.
the day of the market arrived, and all frogs were bought within minutes, snatched up by enthusiastic and proud parents. all except - mine. because my mother hates spending money on unnecessary things, and she hates children's crafts even more. so she - loudly and vehemently - refused, in her thick eastern european accent, to "spend five euros on an ugly frog".
i will never forget seeing my ceramic frog alone on the slightly wet cardboard, surrounded by the imprints left behind by the already sold frogs. all the while other parents are getting more and more agitated, trying to get my mother to put the frog out of its misery. eventually, she budged, and spend five euros on a wonky frog. she was absolutely furious about this.
so furious, in fact, that when we came home to where my father was remodelling the kitchen, she WALLED IT IN. that's right. she cask of amadillo'd that poor ceramic fool. put him into the open wall and slapped concrete over it faster than my poor seven year old self or my dad could protest. out of pure anger over loosing five euros. and that's where it remains, until this day.
my mom hates when this story is brought up, which is why we bring it up all the time. she also thinks she what she did was right, because "do the other parents know where the frog is? no. only your creation is safe. because i love you." morally, i would disagree, but on a pure factual basis, she has a point.
i made her another ceramic frog for her last brithday, which was not buried like some pharaoh, and everytime guests compliment it my brother loudly goes "oh you should see the other frog he made" and when they ask to see it, he points at the wall. this is hilarious to him and infuriating for my mother. and that's the frog story.
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Selina has her eye on a one-of-a-kind jewel.
The museum it's in have no idea what kind it is, just that it was a leftover result of an attack on Earth by some dimension called the Infinite Realms.
And, well...it's really very beautiful.
Diamond white and abyss black and frosty blue, constantly shifting colors, emits cold, constantly generating frost so that it's shimmering in the lights.
It's unique. It's stolen from another dimension. It's gorgeous.
She wants it.
So; she takes it.
She...can't really bring herself to take it to a magic user to return it just yet.
Mostly, she keeps it in a glass, temperature controlled container in her apartment.
Harley and Ivy think it's pretty, but they don't really experience the same draw that Selina does.
She resolves that she will contact the Infinite Realms to ask if it's something they want back in...a week.
One week turns into one month.
One month turns into four months.
Four months turn into a year.
For that year, the beautiful jewel sits in it's protected case, and Selina ogles it when she's a bit too stressed. Every day, it seems to get brighter and shinier.
She isn't driven by compulsion, no-she knows herself too well. She knows damn well she's being driven by greed.
Then one day, as she's staring at it-the jewel starts to glow. The glass case shatters. A form begins to shape out of frost and-possibly-space.
And then there is a teenager, sitting bewildered in her apartment. All wild white hair and wide green eyes, shock written into his very expression.
He stares at her.
She stares at him.
"...So, not to be weird, but why are my instincts telling me you're my mom?"
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"The cat...pooped."-my mom when my brother scared the cat.
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