#MoM?

[sugashook]

[grungebutsoft]

my mom has somehow managed to rabbit hole herself into facebook reels about a russian figure skating couple except they broke up and she's mad about it (she found out they were a thing 14 hours ago)

she's in the kitchen and i can still hear her on her phone. i can tell when she scrolls to a video of either of the skaters with their new partners because she scoffs and goes "ugh, see? they don't even skate well together!"

[lightmoon-k]

Maybe I like to disappoint you as a daughter like u disappointed me as a mother ....just maybe...

[tea-books-and-reviews]

Daily reminder to:

[ziseos]

my honest reaction to chapter 1108

yeah, giant Luffy and everything is cool but...

HAVE YOU SEEN HER??

[sentimentalslut]

why is my mother at lunch with the cowboy i fucked in high school ? ?

[ginger-and-all-things-spice]

MOM?! Female Thranduil, I’m so gay for her.

(Still a WIP)

[bananaapplewaffle]

There's only one thing you need to know about Twisted Wonderland Book 7 Part 4

Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance

[petals2fish]

I’m still awake but at work and hating my life choices

[ask-prankster-sunnyyy]

I KNOW YOUR MOM! IM HAVING CAKE WITH HER!

"whuh- I HAVE A MOM???"

[redstonedust]

phenomenom thats been bothering me that i could only express via an mspaint reverse boomer comic

[hydrattan]

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

[tf2incorrectquotes]

[blorboresidue]

one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.

[inbabylontheywept]

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.