#family

[thepeacefulgarden]

[kuboyesuu]

HELP MOSAB AND HIS FAMILY ESCAPE THEIR HORRIFIC SITUATION!!!

🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

[theonion]

Thirty-seven-year-old bank employee Brian Terlaine is apparently spending his entire adult life avoiding any activity or decision that might give him the smallest bit of satisfaction until both of his parents have died.

Despite the fact that he is a grown man capable of forming relationships, seeking a job, or wearing any article of clothing he chooses, Terlaine has apparently opted to postpone any such choices until his entirely healthy parents Tom, 68, and Barb, 64, are no longer alive to second-guess or disapprove of them.

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[lizardho]

When I came out, I was SO scared I was gonna get disowned. I wrote a letter to my parents, sent it to their emails, put a physical copy on the counter, and left the house for a few hours to give them time. In that time I tried coffee for the first time, which was a dreadful idea, and got all jittery. I kept waiting for a text or something but nothing happened.

After a few hours, I didn’t hear back from them so I went home. My parents were home and had stacked a bunch of groceries on top of the letter without opening it. They said “hi” and I said “hi” and went down stairs to the basement. I held my dog and panicked about what to do. My sister, who knew that I had written them a letter of great importance, told me they hadn’t read it yet. She also told me she could ask them to do so. I consented to this and stayed in the basement. A few minutes later my dad knocked on the door and poked his soft smooth little nerd head in and said “hey buddy” and I started crying so hard I almost vomited. He came over and gave me a BIG hug and said that it was gonna be OK, he was OK with this, he knew it must have been hard but he was here for me. He told me he and my mom had already talked years before they had me about how if they had to pick between their faith and their child they’d pick their child. It was a very sweet moment. I came out to my mom later that evening and we were both bawling the whole time.

The day after I came out to my parents, I came out to my brother @inbabylontheywept at a Mexican restaurant and he took it like a champ. That evening my mom took me for a walk and looked almost angry - she said she wanted to make sure that I didn’t use being a woman as an excuse to not go to grad school. I told her I wouldn’t and she instantly looked relieved and happier.

My dad, on the other hand, seemed to struggle with it. He kept asking me if I had a boyfriend, and I told him I did not. He kept asking me if I wanted to go clothes shopping with him and I did not. He kept asking me if I would let him go to some of my shows, and I had NO idea what he was talking about.

Finally, 6 months after coming out, of awkward misgendering and questions that didn’t make sense from my dad, he excitedly pokes his soft smooth little nerd head into my bedroom again and says “I found a movie about Your People.” My people. I was absolutely bewildered, but he was so excited and I knew he had been trying SO hard so I watched it with him. It was The Birdcage, and it was amazing. It also was revelatory in that I finally realized why my initially-supportive father seemed to be having such a hard time with my pronouns and stuff - he didn’t know what the difference between trans and doing drag was. After the movie he again asked if I would invite him to one of my shows, and I said, “Hey dad, you know how about half the world is women?” And he said “yeah,” and I said “Well, see, I’m on that half now. I’m not doing drag.” And it was like a switch flipped in his brain. He was like “omg that’s so easy? I was so confused about what to call you when?”

Anyway, my parents are charming and my family has been so kind and patient with me, I like sharing the stories of my little wins with them.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was at a ren faire with my mom and I saw a belt with cool leather pouches on it for $3759 and I whispered to her, “You know, if it weren’t for the price tag I’d totally get that,” and she was like “Go for it! It’s only $3000! That’s nothing!” And I was like *surprised pikachu face*.

[imbatmanssecretchild]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT.

BATFAM X NEGLECTED READER

WHERE THE READER GOT MARRIED YOUNG AND LEFT THEM TO LIVE WITH THEIR PARTNER.

You stood outside your fathers room, you slowly lifted your hand to knock. "Excuse me.? Dad.." You heard him sigh. "Not now, I'm busy." You felt tears fall down your cheeks, you walked away.

You were getting married, and no one in your family knew. You tried to tell them, but no one listens to you. Why even bother caring anymore.

You laid down on your bed, you deicided to stop thinking about your family and instead about your wedding. It felt unreal, you can't wait. You couldn't help but smile, you truly adore your partner.

The doors opened and you began walking towards your partner, they were crying tears of joy. You felt beautiful, not only in appearance, but your soul felt free from the bounds of your fathers last name. You never liked the name 'Wanye' you prefer your mommy's last name.

She would love to be here, she always used to talk about watching you grow up and seeing you get married. You truly love your mother.

You kissed your partner and felt the chains binding you finally let go. You were happy.

The next day you went home to get your stuff, unfortunately Damian noticed you. (that's a first) "What are you doing?" you turned your head towards him still lifting a box. "I'm taking my stuff." he seemed confused. "Where." his brows furrowed. "To my new house." his eyes widened, "What?! Dad!" Bruce came walking down, "What is it, Damian?" he saw you and raised a brow. "Their moving!" Bruce paused, "...Moving?"

"*sigh* yes. I'm moving." his brows furrowed. "Where? Why? Your too young." you paused, you felt anger building up. "I'm legally an adult, which means that I can leave this house if I want." he chuckled, "Your fifteen. Which means your my responsibility."

Your eyes widened, you felt your anger rising. "What. The. Fuck. You can't even remember how old your own child is. I'm fucking ninthteen." You took your box and ran out of the house putting it in ur car before driving away.

Bruce called a family meeting, he was gonna get his child back.

[beccawise7]

Food for thought.

Life is about balance.

~beccawise7 💜🖤

📷: mentalstrengthproject

[chorrianderr]

"Every teenage girl's universal experience is falling in love." WRONG! It's feeling like a stranger in your own house because you are forced to adapt to your judgemental extended family all the while despairing the fact that you failed to fulfill your parent's expectation which was having a genuine love and bond for said family members

[theonion]

Touting the new property’s wide variety of unique and imaginative attractions, representatives from the Walt Disney World Resort announced Monday the opening of Ordeal Kingdom, a new theme park specifically designed for full-scale family meltdowns.

Situated between Epcot and the Magic Kingdom, the 350-acre property reportedly incorporates many of the most aggravating elements of Disney’s other parks and expands them into a creative and fully immersive world of irritation, which is said to include the longest lines in the entire resort, a convoluted layout that is only depicted in indecipherable cartoon maps that are not to scale, and 150 percent higher prices. According to park director Jacob Bartlett, Ordeal Kingdom’s specialized combination of features will ensure a slowly building resentment among visiting families, eventually resulting in a dramatic public outburst followed by a silent walk back to the car.

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[hauntedvxper]

proud family moment ☹️

[feathery-dreamer]

PS: only works if your parents have basic situational awareness and actually give a fuck

[typhlonectes]

[aventurineswife]

imagine wife reader getting jealous when her and jiaoqiu dan heng and avens 2 years old old daughter says dada before mama

First Words, Forever Bonds

Tags: Jiaoqiu x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Female/Wife!Reader, Family, Parenting, Jealousy, First Words, Love and Affection, Emotional Growth, Supportive Partners, Tender Moments, Quiet Reflection.

Warnings: Emotional themes (jealousy, self-doubt), Mild tension in relationship dynamics, Mild angst (resolved with reassurance).

It was a moment you had been waiting for—one you had dreamed about since the day you found out you were pregnant with your little girl. You and Jiaoqiu had created a life together, nurtured it, and now, as the days passed, the excitement of witnessing her first word filled you both with joy.

The morning was calm, with the sun gently spilling through the windows of your shared home. You held your daughter in your arms, softly rocking her as Jiaoqiu prepared breakfast in the kitchen. His usual smile was absent today, replaced by a soft but distant expression as he worked. You could tell something was weighing on his mind, but you didn't press him on it; you were focused on the tender moment before you.

"Say mama," you cooed, pressing a kiss to your daughter's forehead. She giggled, her little hands grabbing at your face as you smiled at her, but she remained silent.

"Say mama," you repeated, your voice filled with hope. This was your moment, the one where she'd finally say the word you longed to hear.

Jiaoqiu paused from the kitchen, turning his head toward you with a warm, silent smile, despite the sadness in his eyes. He never voiced it, but you knew the emotional burden he carried. The heartbreak, the self-doubt, the internal scars he tried to hide behind his gentle and strategic nature.

Your daughter’s giggle grew louder, her tiny mouth opening and closing as she tried to mimic sounds. But what happened next caught you by surprise.

"Dada," she said clearly, her voice soft and innocent, but there was no mistaking it. The word she spoke was not what you had expected. Not "mama."

You froze, a strange, sharp feeling in your chest. The room felt suddenly heavy, and you swallowed thickly. You tried to smile, tried to reassure yourself, but there was a small knot forming in your stomach. The jealousy was unbidden, unexpected. Why had she said "Dada"? Was it because of Jiaoqiu's ever-present warmth or his ability to always make others feel seen, even when he didn’t fully see himself?

You turned to glance at him. He was still watching you both, a gentle smile on his lips as he seemed completely content with the situation. But there was something in the way he held his hand over his heart—a subtle, tender gesture that told you more than words ever could.

"You heard that, Jiaoqiu?" you asked, your voice soft, your tone catching just slightly.

His face softened, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes, though he quickly concealed it behind a slight tilt of his head. "I did," he replied gently, stepping toward you both. He reached out with his hands, carefully adjusting his grip on the counter before slowly making his way over to you. Though his movements were cautious due to his blindness, the tenderness in his actions never wavered. His attention to your daughter remained unwavering as he reached out to her, his face lighting up with pride and joy at her development.

You bit your lip. You didn't want to show it. You didn't want to admit it. But the sting of jealousy, of that slight pain in your chest, was there. And you couldn’t shake it.

Jiaoqiu reached out, his hand grazing the soft skin of your daughter’s cheek as she beamed up at him. He didn’t need to see her face to know she was proud of herself. He didn’t need his vision to feel the bond between them grow, stronger than ever.

"I guess she’s growing up," you murmured, your heart both aching and swelling with love. You wished you could feel only the joy of the moment, but your emotions were tangled—so deeply tangled in a way you had never expected.

Jiaoqiu leaned down and pressed a kiss to your daughter’s forehead, a soft breath escaping him. He straightened slowly, his lips brushing your cheek in a loving, silent gesture. "It’s a good sign," he whispered, as if reading your mind. "She said ‘Dada,’ but that doesn’t mean she loves you any less."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. Jiaoqiu always knew what to say, even when you couldn’t express it yourself.

But in that moment, you realized that it didn’t matter. Your daughter had spoken her first word, and it was a word that bonded her even more to both of you. There was no need to compete for love—there was plenty to go around, and you were all wrapped in the warmth of it.

"Maybe next time she’ll say ‘Mama,’" you smiled softly, your jealousy fading away as you held your daughter closer to your chest.

Jiaoqiu smiled too, a quiet promise in his eyes. "I’m sure of it."

The soft morning light streamed through the windows of the Astral Express, casting long shadows on the polished floors. The train was peaceful today, a rare moment of calm amidst the usual hustle and bustle. Dan Heng stood near the cockpit, keeping watch over the crew’s safety, his stoic demeanor as steadfast as ever.

You were sitting with your daughter, the two of you in the lounge area, quietly playing with her toys. She was sitting in front of you, giggling and reaching for the blocks you had set up in a tower. You smiled down at her, a tenderness in your gaze. She was growing fast, and every day brought new surprises.

"Say mama," you whispered, holding up a small doll in front of her. Your heart swelled with affection. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever—the day your daughter would say her first word.

But she only stared at the doll, blinking with wide eyes as her tiny hands fumbled to grab it.

You repeated the words again, this time more softly, coaxing her with your gentle voice. "Mama."

"Say mama."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Dan Heng enter the room, his presence a quiet one. He always seemed to slip in unnoticed, a shadow in the background, observing everything around him with his usual reserved expression.

Your daughter seemed to notice him then, her eyes lighting up. She reached out to him, a bright, innocent smile on her face.

"Dada," she said, her tiny voice clear and sweet.

The word echoed in your mind, the small knot in your stomach tightening as you heard it. "Dada," she repeated, beaming at Dan Heng.

You froze, momentarily stunned. Your heart skipped a beat. Was it jealousy? Perhaps. There it was, a fleeting sting of something you hadn’t expected. She had said "Dada" first, not "Mama."

Dan Heng smiled gently, his hand reaching down to brush a stray lock of hair from his face as he crouched beside your daughter. He placed a hand on her tiny back and softly spoke to her. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice calm and warm as ever.

You didn’t move for a moment, just watching him interact with your daughter. There was a sense of pride and joy in the way he looked at her, but something deeper—more unspoken—lingered beneath his gaze. His silent appreciation for this simple moment of bonding, for the preciousness of life that he often kept hidden under the weight of his duties, was palpable.

You forced a smile, the jealousy still lingering but melting away as you realized how deeply Dan Heng cherished both of you, how precious these moments were.

You leaned down to your daughter, brushing a kiss to her cheek. "Next time, you’ll say ‘Mama,’ won’t you?" you whispered, though your voice was soft and teasing.

Dan Heng turned to you then, his expression unreadable but his eyes softening with that quiet affection he never fully expressed. "She’ll say ‘Mama’ when she’s ready," he replied, his voice as steady as ever.

You let out a small sigh, your jealousy dissipating. You knew it was a fleeting feeling, one that was more about your own insecurities than anything else. You leaned into the moment, feeling Dan Heng’s reassuring presence next to you. Your daughter’s first words—though a small part of you wished for "Mama"—were a symbol of her growing bond with both of you, and you cherished that more than anything.

"Well," you said softly, "at least she’s saying something."

Dan Heng smiled, a rare, quiet expression that held so much meaning in it. "And that’s enough."

The soft morning light filtered through the windows of your shared quarters, casting a warm glow over the room. You sat on the plush carpet with your daughter in your arms, her soft giggles filling the air as she reached for the colorful blocks scattered before her. You smiled down at her, your heart swelling with affection. She was growing so quickly, each day bringing new milestones, and today… today was the day you had been waiting for.

"Say mama," you cooed, your voice filled with gentle excitement as you cupped your daughter's small hands in yours. You leaned in, brushing a kiss to her forehead, trying to coax the word from her little mouth. It was the word you had dreamed of hearing since the moment you knew you were pregnant with her. Mama.

You glanced over to Aventurine, standing near the window with his ever-present, enigmatic smile. His eyes, as always, held a depth of mystery. Yet today, something seemed slightly different in his posture, a quiet tension lingering in the air. Despite that, you knew that he too was watching the scene unfold, just as eager as you to hear their first words.

"Say mama, sweetie," you whispered again, your voice filled with anticipation.

Your daughter looked up at you, her bright eyes sparkling as her tiny fingers grabbed at the air, but she didn't respond. She seemed too distracted by the blocks before her, her chubby hands fumbling to stack them.

Aventurine's expression softened as he leaned against the doorframe, his gaze never leaving you or your daughter. He was patient, always patient, but today, a subtle change in his demeanor caught your attention.

And then, it happened.

"Dada," your daughter said clearly, her voice soft and innocent, but unmistakably distinct.

You froze, your heart fluttering in your chest. Dada. It wasn’t mama. Your breath caught, and for a moment, the room seemed to close in on you. A strange feeling gripped your chest, a bitter sting you hadn't expected.

Aventurine’s smile widened as he took a step toward the two of you. "Dada," your daughter repeated, her face lighting up at the sight of him. He knelt down in front of her, his hand reaching for her small back, the love and tenderness in his touch evident.

"Well, look at that," Aventurine murmured, his voice smooth and velvety, tinged with pride. "My little strategist is already learning how to win the game."

He turned to look at you, that familiar smile still on his lips, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. He tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for your reaction.

A strange, unbidden jealousy surged within you. You hadn't expected it—of course, your daughter would say "Dada" at some point, but the timing… the emotional weight of that moment hit you harder than you'd anticipated.

You smiled weakly, trying to mask the feeling, but it lingered, a knot twisting inside you. Why didn’t she say mama first?

Aventurine seemed to sense the change in the air, his ever-sharp instincts picking up on the subtle shift in your emotions. He straightened, turning slightly to give you a sidelong glance. "You know, it’s a good thing, darling," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of something sincere. "It means she’s growing up. And that’s always a reason to celebrate."

His words, usually so carefully measured, seemed more genuine than usual, and it made your heart ache a little.

Still, the jealousy gnawed at you, unrelenting. "I suppose," you murmured, your eyes trained on your daughter as she reached for Aventurine’s face, babbling happily in a language only he seemed to understand.

Aventurine didn’t miss a beat. "Is it really a bad thing, though?" He was standing now, a few steps closer to you. He reached out, gently touching your arm in that subtle way that always seemed to bring you a sense of calm. "Does it matter if she said 'Dada' first? What matters is that she’s happy. That she’s learning. That she’s surrounded by love. And that, my dear, is more than enough."

You took a deep breath, feeling the sting of jealousy melt away under the weight of his words. There was truth in them, of course. Your daughter loved you both equally, even if her first word wasn’t what you had hoped for.

"I suppose you’re right," you said with a soft sigh, leaning in to kiss your daughter’s cheek. She giggled in response, reaching up to tug at your hair playfully.

Aventurine’s smile softened as he knelt beside you both, brushing a hand through your daughter’s hair. "Next time, maybe she’ll say Mama," he said quietly, his gaze meeting yours, his voice filled with quiet understanding.

You chuckled, the knot in your chest completely unraveling now. "Maybe," you whispered, the jealousy long forgotten. "But for now, Dada will do."

Aventurine leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead, his usual charm tempered with a rare sincerity. "You’ll always be Mama to her," he murmured. "And that, my love, is something no first word can take away."

With a final lingering smile, he looked down at your daughter, his eyes gleaming with love. Your heart swelled, feeling the bond between the three of you grow even stronger, in ways that words, even those spoken first, couldn’t express.

"Next time," he said with a teasing grin, "we’ll make sure she says both, won’t we?"

You laughed softly, the tension in the air dissipating entirely. "Deal."

And with that, you both sat back, content in the quiet joy of your little family—Dada and Mama, equally loved, equally needed.

[areallyuniquename]

[arleniansdoodles]

I've been hoping to draw more monke hugs for a while now, so here we are! The composition for this one was mainly inspired by the lovely fanfic Sleep Training by @tuima11 ! I imagine Wukong's supposed to be pretty short in the fic, but I ended up using my designs here anyway loll Anyways, go check out the fic if you want some platonic pining angst (and comfort)!!