#cuddle the mom

[ladysternchen]

All of Arda is autistic- Morwen

Morwen sat with her back against the wall of the hut, and though it was hung with tapestries, the cold was still seeping through. She was very uncomfortable, her breasts and belly hurting, and the cloth between her legs making her raw skin burn like fire. She watched the newborn in her arms, fast asleep. Morwen dreaded him to wake, to get hungry again, for it really hurt when he latched, and to make things even worse, the pain was not restricted to her breasts, as her belly would hurt as well, making her feel as if she were in labour all over again. And still, he needed to drink, he was so small, so fragile, and she… would have liked nothing better than to run. Birth had been horrible, even more horrible than being pregnant. It had taken two whole days, two days of no sleep, of being unable to keep food down, of excruciating pain. And yet, the midwife had insisted that her contractions were not strong enough. Had she not been in so much pain, she would have laughed then. Here she was, nearly dying of the agony, and her contractions were not strong enough? But her son had been born in the end, and for the first night, Morwen had been happy, so very happy. But then… she must love him, must she not? Every mother loved her babes, even dogs and horses did. Just she… couldn’t. She felt nothing. Yes, of course she wanted to protect him. Wanted to hold him close and make sure he felt secure. But she would feel that way with any child, wouldn’t she? What was wrong with her then? She was still lost in thought when one of the wise-women entered the hut, quietly cleaning her and Túrin, then helping her nurse him.

“You look tired, Lady Morwen. Should I hold him for a while, so you may sleep?”

“No!” Morwen pressed between her clenched teeth, and before she knew it, she poured her heart out to the older woman, and when at last her tears began to fall, her companion laid an comforting arm around her.

“Fear not. Your heart loves him, your not handing him over straight away proves that. Your head just needs to understand that, too.” she said gently. “You need rest, as much rest as you can get. I promise you will be fine.”

“He deserves better…” Morwen mumbled, tears still glistening on her cheeks.

“Oh no. He is your child. He will never wish for another mother, trust me on that. You are by no means the first new mother to go through emotions like that, nor will you be the last. All is well.”

[xbriizx]

A moment of peace...

CUZ THAT’S ALL I WANT

[sweet-bazzle-bean]

Ed listing "Orgasms" as one of the pros of living is of course hilarious, but him knee-jerk answering "Warmth" is going to haunt me to my grave.

[kedreeva]

Maybe you have answered this before...why do hand-reared male peafowl get agressive/dangerous?

I haven't answered this because no one knows for sure.

The closest guess is likely because they view you the same as them. They don't think that they are humans, as far as anyone can tell, but they treat humans the way they would an adult peafowl. When they reach maturity between 2 and 4 years old, those hormones kick in and you become a mate or a rival, and you're not a mate. So they stress out trying to get you to leave their territory, which results in obsessive aggression, and stalking for repeated attacks. In the situation where a human is keeping a peacock as a pet, the human isn't going to leave and the bird won't or can't leave, and they hold grudges against people who are mean to them, so any defensive actions just make it worse and worse, as does not leaving. It's a really really bad situation to put a peacock in, and it's dead opposite the way many other farm fowl work.

[fowlaroundtown]

Was thinking about them recently.

Bonus:

[lunemoths]

kiss ryuji week day 4: sports / hangouts / post-canon !!

they are the eepers

[sunny12th]

I see where the 'dragons are nukes' people are coming from in terms of the total devastation dragons are capable of in battle and in the hands of those that want to use them in such a way.

However, dragons are clearly meant to symbolize more than just their raw power in wartime. dragons are fire made flesh, dragons are Summer, dragons are flight and freedom, dragons are playful and warm, dragons are life in defiance of winter. dragons are the strength needed to break chains, topple corruption, and burn evil itself. dragons are flaming swords and lightbringers. dragons are loyalty and protectiveness. dragons are passion and mystery and magic.

dragons are the opposite end of the magical spectrum to the others.

and dragons are, above all else, lizard cats that like to bask in the sun and get scratches on the underside of their chins.

[its-brit-bruh]

Doggo couch cuddles

[atorionsbelt]

roy kent jokingly flirts with his former rival turned friend turned lover’s mum. jamie tartt’s mum. at first just to get under his skin, just to get a laugh, because the devil started it first with roy’s sister. but then… jamie keeps inviting roy home with him. whenever he visits in manchester… roy is there.

and roy is so grateful to be included, to be considered safe enough to be allowed in. but the thing is, roy still can’t stop staring, mouth agape and at a loss for words, at how consistently cuddly and openly affectionate georgie is with her son. roy is suddenly overcome with a longing long-buried in his fractured heart. for a loving maternal relationship in his life that wasn’t instead discarded for a 9 year old kid to be shipped off to sunderland. for him to ever know what it is to be nurtured. and one afternoon he’s just stuck there, paralyzed in a trance; seeing jamie get his hair softly pet again, head draped careless across his mum’s lap again. and georgie looks at roy. and roy looks at georgie. and she gives him a very unmistakable irrefutable nod of the chin.

and somehow roy kent, pushing 40, barely a stone’s throw away her junior, is leaning his own head gently by georgie’s offered knee. oppositely resting his skull against jamie’s, their fingers eventually finding each other’s. a lighter hand above alternating between untangling walnut mist strands and twirling midnight brown curls. he can listen to jamie ramble on, sometimes finds himself joining in with his own mundane complaints. both always met with the reliable “yeah, obviously” and “i know, luv.” the occasional pep talk of reassurance: that roy is also amazing, that being up on jamie’s wall is proof enough of his worth, that roy is never not gonna turn out alright either. and maybe jamie was right, in that sometimes roy can let himself be a sexy little baybeh too. the lovable prick chimes in when he can’t help it, and it all settles something deep in roy’s chest. like he’s really become a part of something sacred and special.

maybe here, bewilderedly staring up at the very same ceiling jamie tartt has vulnerably unraveled himself under countless times, roy kent is allowed. and these days, roy does get his goodbye mum hug for the road, and he still does part ways with an i love you. but now he can’t hold back the burning in his eyes when she adds on “son” to the end of hers, like an afterthought. who is he to deny a welcoming family, after all these years?

[yesloulou]

A side by side of Max and Daniel at every age 🌱 (2005/2013 -> 2014/2022, created w/ @officialmood)

Or alternatively: what if Max and Daniel were born on the same year

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield for GQ+Saint Laurent

[so-i-did-this-thing]

GOOD NIGHT

[holographic-mars]

IF YOU SHIP SOUNDWAVE WITH RAVAGE DO NOT FOLLOW ME. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME. DO NOT TOUCH MY ART

AND SURE AS HELL DO NOT EXPLAIN HOW MY ART IS SEXUAL IN ANY WAY. ITS WEIRD. ITS GROSS. AND ITS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE

If you think cuddling with your family/friends is inherently sexual and/or romantic you’re weird and I don’t want you near my stuff. I’m sorry your family doesn’t show affection but spoiler alert: it’s normal to show familial/platonic affection with people you care about.

If you follow @ / dontpetmeibite or any of their adjacent accounts, BLOCK ME. I’ve already blocked the people who tagged them in my art and I am more than happy to block you weirdos first.

[sandeep699]

How son say Good night to Mom.

[readychilledwine]

Me - *Walks into Sophia's nursery to her and baby daddy asleep on the floor*

Me - *picks up Sophia and takes her to the mini crib in our room before getting baby daddy up and getting him to our room.*

Baby daddy- "Take a nap with us?"

Matching Wounds will be a little delayed. 💕 I will get it posted tonight.

(And I'll finish anons and messages tonight. Promise.)

[thewhimsyturtle]

Let me out, Mom! I can feel the sunshine through the glass, I want to STOMP outside under the sun!