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angels in america / tony kushner // the secret history / donna tartt // mother / maia baia
Text ID: HARPER: When you pray, what do you pray for? JOE: I pray for God to crush me, break me up into little pieces and start all over again. // Let God consume us / devore us / unstring our bones. Then spit us out / reborn. // Mother / Eat me and give birth to me again / this time around / I'll make you proud
#on gods#and mothers#creators#and the creatures#quotes#dark academia#tony kushner#donna tartt#the secret history#mother issues#mommy issues#maia baia#web weaving#frankenstein
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Bring out the Holly
“Hey, how are we doing on snacks?” Kensi asked, turning to Deeks as he popped in the kitchen with a load of empty bowls. She was currently wrist deep in a bowl of cheese dip. Her stomach turned slightly at the squelching sound as it mixed, but so far, she’d done pretty well by sipping on 7UP.
“Uh, we need more chips. And if Arkady keep going at his current rate, way more vodka,” Deeks responded. He dumped the rest of a bag of potato chips and then tortilla strips into bowls.
“Well, it’s a good thing we stocked up.”
Deeks grinned, making a detour to kiss her firmly while they had a moment. They’d been going pretty much non-stop since this morning, and the pace had only picked up once guests started arriving.
Kensi heard a loud cheer, which she assumed had something to do with Arkady, and possibly Roberta. She could only imagine what they were getting up to.
Deeks dragged in a deep breath. “Ok, I’m headed back into the wild. Keep me in your prayers. Kensi snorted, watching him balance the bowls of snacks before she turned back to the dip.
Deciding it was as mixed as it would get, she transferred it to a cut glass dish Roberta had insisted giving them during her recent move, washed up, and fortified herself with another sip of fizzy pop.
When she made it out to the living room and few minutes later, she found everyone spread out in little groups. Fatima and Rountree were talking with Rosa by the Christmas tree. Sam, Callen, and Anna appeared to be in a lively conversation with Arkady. Meanwhile, Nell and Eric were sandwiched between Julia and Roberta on the couch. Deeks was circling the room making sure everyone had enough to drink and eat.
When Nell caught sight of her, she hurried over, enveloping Kensi in a massive hug.
“Hey you!”
“Hey. You know, we did see each other less than 20 minutes ago,” Kensi reminded her teasingly.
“I know, but I really missed you,” Nell said, reaching up to straighten her Christmas inspired headband. Miniature ornaments hung from her earlobes and she wore a piece of sparkly garland as a necklace. Looking over her shoulder, she added, “Plus, I needed a minute. Your moms are grilling us about out relationship.”
“Oh, do tell?”
“Uh, you know everything thing there is to know, and I am not delving into that very complicated can of worms on Christmas.”
“Fair enough,” Kensi agreed. “But, once the holidays are over, be prepared to be grilled.”
A pair of arms wrapped around Kensi’s waist, followed by the familiar and reassuring presence of Deeks’ chest.
“Just so you know, Fatima and Rountree are trying to convince our daughter to move out of state for college,” he murmured.
“How dare they.”
“Ooh, I didn’t get a Shaggy hug yet,” Nell realized, reaching around Kensi to give Deeks a very big hug.
“I missed you too, Velma,” Deeks said, grinning as he pulled a couple pieces of tinsel from Nell’s outfit out of his mouth. “Maybe we should go rescue your partner in crime, he’s looking a little suffocated.”
“Yeah, I’m going to need at least one more drink before that happens.”
“Fair enough.”
Sam, Callen, and Anna wandered over then, making a pit stop for snacks on the way.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve been here since you two completed all the renovations. It looks good,” Sam commented. Kensi had no doubt that he’d been discreetly examining the drywall and flooring.
“Thanks. We had a lot of help from good friends,” Deeks said.
“Mostly thanks to Deeks’ surfing connections.”
“So, your first Christmas as parents in your new home. How’s that feel?” Sam asked, grinning when Deeks groaned.
“Terrifying,” Kensi answered. “Amazing, but terrifying.” Anna reached out to squeeze her hand.
“Alright, time for a new topic before we stress out our hosts,” Nell decided. Kensi sent her a grateful look.
“Ok, how about Arkady’s taken command of your kitchen?” Callen suggested. “His words, not mine.”
“Do I want to know what he’s doing in there?”
“According to him, making a famous Russian drink that only our family know,” Anna answered with a raised brow for emphasis. “I would not go in there right now.”
“Fantastic,” Deeks said, shaking his head. “But, It’s Christmas, so we’re not going to worry about it.”
“What are we not worrying about?” Eric asked, positioning himself between Nell and Deeks.
Kensi noticed that he automatically wrapped his arm around Nell’s waist. She pressed her lips together, holding back a litany of pointed comments. That could wait for later.
“Whatever weird and wonderful things Arkady is currently doing in our kitchen. How’d you escape the terrifying duo that are our mothers?” Deeks glanced over to the couch, but Julia and Roberta had moved on to join Rosa’s little group.
“Uh, with my extremely agile way with words,” Eric answered. “I learned from the master after all.” He bowed to Deeks and then casually added, “By the way, we’re having a June wedding.”
“Great, we can make it a double wedding.” Callen grinned and raised his glass of egg nog in a mock toast, ignoring Nell and Anna’s twin glares.
“It’s been nice knowing you, brother,” Sam said, slapping Callen on the back,
Fortunately, Rosa, Fatima, and Rountree came over before things could get too out of control.
Kensi noticed Rosa wore the birthstone necklace they’d given her that morning. She’d worried it was a little too personal, or Rosa might find it cheesy, so seeing her with it now warmed Kensi’s heart.
She took a quick sip of ginger ale before her hormones got completely out of control and she started crying.
“So there’s this Christmas game going around. I thought it would be fun to play,” Rosa said, more animated than usual. Kensi wondered just what she’d been talking about with Rountree and Fatima. “Basically, you put a bunch of gift bows on the table, and each person takes a turn trying to scoop them into a basket while blindfolded.”
“You want to blindfold a bunch of highly competitive people, at least half of whom know multiple fighting styles,” Deeks summed up, pulling a face. “I see absolutely nothing going wrong here.”
“Hush, we can behave ourselves,” Sam protested with a smirk.
“We’re also going to need a lot of dollar bills,” Fatima added. “It’s part of the game.”
“Well, I don’t have any ones, but I got a stack of 20s,” Eric offered.
“Why the hell do you have a bunch of 20s, Eric?”
“He likes to be prepared.” Nell patted his shoulder, looking up at her not-fiancé with a happy smile.
“Oh, this is a going to be a massive disaster,” Deeks commented with a chuckle as everyone headed off to gather bows and spatulas. Callen was making side bets on who would collect the most bows.
“Definitely,” Kensi agreed. She took advantage of the relative privacy to pull Deeks in for a deep kiss. “But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
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A/N: I would describe this as the happy chaos that develops when you gather a bunch of different people together for the holidays. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
#densimber 6.0#densimber 2022#densimber day 24#ncis la fanfiction#Deeks-Blye family#densi#plus team#and mothers#and Arkady#fluff#Christmas Eve fic#by ejzah
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Tree roots following the pattern of concrete footpaths
#trees#nature#naturecore#science#sciencecore#aesthetic#cottagecore#mother nature#treecore#forestcore#interesting#5k#10k#20k#50k
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I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery
#I'm going to be real with you I think anybody who hates on Will Wood has only heard like thirty seconds of it#will wood#lemon demon#mother mother#jack stauber#sp-rambles#glass animals
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things haven't been great
but i think they will be. eventually 🌻🌼🩷
#personal#comics#tw abuse#digital art#personal comic#for the record no i don't think my mother loves me#but the idea that she did kept me in an awful situation for a very long time#the number of times people said “she's your mother. she's trying her best. of course she loves you” etc etc#but i don't think “love” and abuse are mutually exclusive#like even if someone DOES love you it doesn't mean it's not abuse and it doesn't mean it's ok#art tag
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Broad-snouted caiman baby in mother mouth being carried from the nest, Sante Fe, Argentina, 2013 - by Mark MacEwen, English
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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
#your brother is a vampire. he's sitting across the table from you chatting with your mother about her day#and he's dead and he's gone and he's never coming back.#he laughs the same and he talks the same but his arm is cold when he grabs you in a headlock and your dog won't be in the same room with hi#he'll still hang around watching TV with you and give you wedgies and make stupid jokes#but you can't tell him about the bullies at school anymore because this thing with your brother's face will just find them and kill them.#and not even stupid fucking Jason deserves what the monster in your dead brother's skin would do to him.#your brother is dead and lost and right there in arm's reach and gone forever with no hope of ever getting him back.#i'm sure there are corollaries to be written about like ghosts and zombies but this is the one i'm personally hung up on recently
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The amount of joy human alastor and his mother gives me should be illegal
https://twitter.com/_nedned_x
#hazbin hotel alastor#credit to artist#not mine#hazbin hotel#alastor#canon because i said so#mamas boy#mother#human alastor#alastor the radio demon#hazbin hotel fanart#smile
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Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)
Percy, listening to this on the train
#STOP TRAUMATIZING THIS CHILD PLEASE#this is what it’s like when you were raised in a loving home and you find out your friend wasn’t#but they don’t know they weren’t#so you’re like um hey that’s fucked up and sometimes a crime?#you tell them parents are supposed to love you as is without earning it and they don’t believe you#you can hear the therapy bill racking up#annabeth chase#Percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#pjo series#pjo tv show#mine#adding on to my tags because some people are debating if that’s how love works#love is meant to be a mutual exchange and something that grows over time between two people as their bond grows#whereas how Annabeth says it#in my opinion at least#she had to do XY and Z to be worthy of thalias love before receiving it#like with her mother#she has to be amazing before Athena is proud of her#vs Athena being proud of her just for being her daughter#that being said I’m not hating on a traumatized child having potentially negative and toxic patterns#more pointing out the comedy of the scene from Percy’s perspective who has a good grasp on healthy vs unhealthy relationships
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Commission
#art#digital art#jesus christ#mother mary#john the apostle#wolfy religious tedtalks#bible#commissions
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made this while watching ep 1 of dunmeshi
#this took me way longer than i thought. imgonna go sleep now#my art#myart#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#delicious in dungeon#laios touden#marcille donato#chilchuck tims#senshi#gif#mother 3#im gonna be so real i suck at pixel art so i cheesed it andmade a pixel brush in procreate
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Dolly Parton has come to do a show in my town. We couldn't afford tickets, so me and my mom sold my stepdad so we could go.
It turned out that we sold him to Dolly Parton, she made him sing with her and then she gave him back.
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having a threesome is NOT about sexual attraction. it's about recreating and critiquing the nuclear family unit through a post structuralist lens
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I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.
It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.
#she cornered me in the car and asked what shipping was and i almost had a fucking heart attack#imagine being like 16 years old and habing to explain knotting to your mother#random emo music girl I'm glad you had fun talking about your Band Guys to my mother#bc i also attended take your kid to work day at that office and i know how boring it was#but christ alive why did you have to fuck me like that?#anyways i hope this post reaches you so at the very least you know i think about you at least once a week#this has been weighing on me for ten years#im almost tempted to blaze this post
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One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.
Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.
It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?
Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.
#idk what to tag this#worldbuilding#writing fiction#historical fiction#fantasy#a real-life example: my dad (a pediatrician) was once entrusted with the care of a baby who was born with a rare condition#this was in a place without great hospital/medical access and anyway they were going to fly the baby over#and he specifically asked them to bring the mother and baby#they show up with baby and...the baby's uncle#and he was like. y'all. do you think I asked for the mom to come just for fun??? We don't have formula here. what is the baby going to eat?
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MOTHER SPORE
Part II
Thanks so much for the waiting! I know we kinda hype up the chapter too much but I hope it can live up to y'all guys expectations
Once again thanks so much to maru for doing the flat colors and also for being an amazing writter and friend in general
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