#he made mama cry

[baccan0pe]

hi I work at a shelter and my friends named cats after sona characters for my birthday

that's all 👍

[twinkle-art]

inexplicable suzuki family fixation

[unlawfulchaos]

Maverick, trying to flirt: My dick is like life... Life is hard.

Iceman, blankly: Life is also short.

Maverick: Listen here, you annoyingly sexy son of a bitch-

Iceman, trying to contain his upset: You should know that my mother is an incredibly kind, respected, and well loved woman.

Maverick: I meant your father?

Iceman: ...

Iceman: Continue.

[thewingedwolf]

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

tagged by @sirenascelestiales and i’m gonna tag @woongminrome @bemybabymp3 @shoeeatingshark @pinkhysteria @allyriadayne @breanime @monstersandheartache

[waroferas]

tp link’s childhood makes me so emo to think about tbqh

[girl-named-matty]

@ayveex3 as you wish 😂

(pls ignore my style of replying, I have become wise in the ways of being delusional over ai since then LOL)

But yes, whoopsies 💀💀

[nandermoenthusiast]

oh my god i got so emotional SHUT UUUUUP

[chaoswillcalmusdown]

re-watching the bear with mom bc it's finally out legally and we got to ep 6 today and oh my god honestly the way mikey and richie talk about claire is somehow worse than i remembered. the chubby girl who you likedd when she was ugly is now acceptably fuckable (to our standards) so you should really go fuck her and be a normal guy, carmen!! say 2 adults who are definitely not in healthy relationships and who only want carmen to get with claire so they can......what....... stop being uncomfortable with him not being like them? not have to worry about a possibility of carm being gay?

[hella1975]

there may be an influx of ethel cain mutuals atm and im even willing to share the podium but i will ALWAYS be the strangers mutual. stay humble

[ominouspositivity-or-else]

A CHILD IS BORN, A SON IS GIVEN! GOD HAS SO LOVED THE WORLD!

[lumiereandcogsworth]

I’ve been meaning to ask !!! Its possible you’ve already posted abt this BUT I got in an angsty mood recently and was curious, do you think Adam or Belle dies first? and how does the other cope with it ?

ooohhh i love that you Know i’m just crazy enough about them to know the answer to this question. i’ve thought TOO much about this, unfortunately! look you have one otp for six years, YOUR MIND WANDERS, OKAY?

okay so obviously in the ideal perfect world, they die at the same time asleep in bed in each other’s arms after a very long life of being so ridiculously in love. that way no one has to deal with anything (except the rest of their family, of course). that’s the ideal otp death scenario. BUT. i do have a sadder answer, yeah

so for a while i actually could not decide who would die first. it really wasn’t ideal either way because if adam dies first, belle has to go through experiencing his death TWICE in life. and if belle dies first, adam is… disaster. but ultimately, belle is by far the stronger one between the two of them, they both know it and always have, so i decided that adam would die first.

i once entertained the idea of belle dying first and adam just… oh my gosh… like they’re always very old when they die but even still it’s like… belle is the air that adam breathes… watching him lose her is so… dark. and grim. he really can’t live without her and the aftermath is far too upsetting to include it into my canon. he becomes so unwell…

now, obviously, belle is utterly heartbroken by adam’s death, and she doesn’t do all that much better than the alternative. i headcanon they both die in their 90s (no i do not CARE that they’re from the 18th century!!!!! they’re living long ass lives because i SAID SO!!!!!!) and it’s really no specific illness that takes adam. it was just his time. he was in bed for a week or so, too weak at this point to do anything else. belle never left his side, caring for him even though she had slowed down in her old age too. even as nurses and grandchildren tried to take over, she wouldn’t let them. she’d do anything for him. she’d take his place if it were possible.

he dies at the grand age of 98, surrounded by his family and loved ones, holding his wife’s hand. she can tell he’s nearly gone, but he’s fighting it. he loves his life too much now to leave it. he’s been sunbathing in happiness for over 70 years and he doesn’t want to let it go. but belle kisses his hand and tells him it’s okay, they’ll be okay. this family he’s raised, this family he’s protected, this family he’s loved. they’ll be okay. rest now, my love.

silent tears fall down belle’s wrinkled cheeks as adam turns and looks at her. though his face and body age, his eyes never changed. still the same crystal blue that she fell in love with. he looks at her and he squeezes her hand. his lips turn up in a slight smile. “my darling…” he whispers, just as his last breath escapes his lungs.

everyone knows he’s gone. he was husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, beloved king. he was rescued so many years ago, it seems none of it matters anymore. but belle remembers. belle remembers when her love was lost in the darkness. belle remembers when he accepted her light.

the following days are a blur. everyone is sad, but relieved too — in the way anyone is when an old, beloved family member passes. he deserved to die that way. life fulfilled, loved by plenty, surrounded by those who meant the most to him.

while the children (grown and old themselves, frankly) tend to announcements and letters and funeral arrangements, belle keeps to herself. she sits on the balcony of their chambers in the west wing. she watches another sunset alone. she hasn’t felt such sadness since her father died many years ago. she thought she would never recover from the deep pain she felt at his loss. but adam had been there to hold her while she cried. adam had kissed her head and told her things would be better again. and at the time she couldn’t fathom it, but she never left his arms. his warm, comforting arms. belle had never felt safer than when she was in adam’s embrace. and now… now she shivers under even the warmest of blankets.

they were old. and belle always thinks too much. she knew their time on this earth could not be much longer. and when adam could no longer get up, it was only a matter of time. what she did not anticipate was how utterly betrayed she would feel by death itself. how dare he be taken away from her? to leave her alone? she always prided herself on being able to do things on her own, but the true reality of it was devastating. she didn’t want to do anything alone ever again. she wanted her best friend back. who was she going to dance with now?

the last entry of her diary was short, but clear in how sad the queen felt. how lost she was, how high up in the clouds her head floated, with no one to keep her grounded. her heart had completely and irreversibly broken in two. she would see adam; visions of when they were young, and some when they were older. but he’d always vanish again before she could say anything to him. “where is my adam?” she’d ask her children when they found her. they would simply take her hand and kiss her cheek, asking her to come and sit awhile with the little ones.

a week after adam’s death, their children found belle in bed, having peacefully died in her sleep. they were devastated, but equally knew how much their mama loved their papa. they had always known of their parents’ grand love. and they knew this may just be too much for her. knew that dying from a broken heart was as real as it could be.

so, adam and belle were buried together, entombed in the rose garden behind the castle. their precious home. a huge, lovely structure was placed to honor them, with vines and flowers growing around it, and eloquent words on a plaque speaking of a beloved king and queen, who loved like no other.

[mainfaggot]

i keep bothering my dad like a neurotic little freak why was I born

[airenyah]

so as i already mentioned, yesterday i sat my mom down for mafia the series and at first my mom said she wanted to go to bed fairly early tonight and didn't wanna watch more than one episode. we ended up watching two episodes after all. needless to say i WON'T be forcing mafia the series on my mom bc she WILL be watching all 10 episodes with me willingly. and happily so

[applbottmjeens]

Tommy outside of the Prodigal Son AU is probably a minecraft kid 100% (MOM LOOK I MADE TNT AND BUILT THIS BRIDGE LIKE U) and grows up to be a nurse like planned. Probably is the eldest sibling of 3 or 4. Knows little to none about his dad's career as Ghost (he won't talk about it) but they like to go fishing. Grows up hearing "Hi X I'm dad". Giant mommas boy. Annabelle probably moved out of the UK when he was a kid bc he was developing an accent and she didn't "fuck w it"

[emphistic]

"Daddy," said Megumi, as he took his seat beside Toji on the couch, "do you love Mama?"

What a ridiculous question, Toji scoffed, flicking his son's forehead, "'course I do. Why do you think you're here?"

"Well, I love Mama more than you."

"Sure, buddy," Toji grinned, bringing his attention back to the TV.

"It's true! I love Mama thiiiiiis much," Megumi said, stretching his arms out on both sides.

Clearly amused, Toji decided to indulge in the little critter's antics for once. "Yeah? Well, that's just too bad, Megs, 'cause I love your mama thiiis much."

Obviously due to his greater height and size, the wingspan of Toji was no match for Little Megumi, who merely narrowed his eyes at his father with an adorable pout on his lips.

"Whatever, that's cheating!" Megumi huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mama loves me more, anyway."

"Nah."

It's needless to say, that, Toji's made tons and tons of children cry before in his lifetime. But, he's never made a child FIGHT him. Well, there's a first for everything. And, anywho, it's clear whose genes dominate when it comes to your son. (Personality and looks wise.)

[puppmeo]

Have you ever been assumed to be romantically attracted to someone and even just the thought of that makes you want to throw up . Anybody