prolitus3201-blog

[the-expose-on-girls]

FIRST DAY OF FALL IS SEPTEMBER 22!

[winflowers-bree]

my outfits for the week will fall between the categories of pinterest mom and bisexual mess. sprinkle a little bit of gay and plant mom in there with a gentle punch in the face of high standards and to finish it off some dont talk to me.

id like to apologize in advance for anyone who knows me.

[suslucicek]

[missbubblesoda]

just the commander enjoying his summer I guess.

“Baby, can you pour me another one please?”

Buy me a ko-fi☕️?^^

[livelaughlaney]

for all the mama girls ꨄ

[sarahsinferno]

from the mother

to the fragile, dreaming child.

motherhood is the quiet incantation woven through the fabric of existence, a tapestry stitched with patience and boundless love. the mystic bond is an unspoken vow, a constellation of warmth that defies the cold distance between the finite and the infinite.

in every touch, every glance, a spell is cast, simple and profound, binding the ephemeral to the eternal, where love breathes, a quiet, miraculous force, enveloping all that is small and precious in its embrace.

this is the magic of creation, the alchemy of life, transformed in the quiet act of giving, a boundless journey from the first fluttering heartbeat to the uncharted horizons of tomorrow’s dreams.

S.T. 2019

madonna + child photographed by maria theresa meloni

photograph by lisa sorgini

young mother nursing her child by mary cassatt(1906)

mother and child by leon bazile perrault(1894)

seymour joseph guy(1824-1910)

stephen pan(1963)

goodnight 2 by arthur john elsley

mother and child taken by nell dorr (1940)

photographs of tasha tudor and her children

[thatmoodboardd]

[fuxfluff]

been foolang around with different brushes and ended up with a decent sketch. tossing confetti hi guys first post (tap 4 quality)

[jonjaydami]

Does anyone else think that Bruce Wayne is secretly like a pinterest mom. Like all I can see is him in a brown cozy sweater, eating some hot soup Alfred made and literally just scrolling on pinterest.

Looking at things he thinks the boys would like. Like Tim he keeps getting those banners that say stuff like "I eat kids" with Bertrum on it and sending stuff to Clark while he's at work cause he wants to know what his boyfriend thinks about this new cute pair of socks he wants.

Clark thinks he has a problem. He does have a problem. But he will not admit it and will argue about it until he's 6ft under.

[dinadi4z]

me with my cat

[nels-mama]

The life I aspire to have.

I just want a haunted homestead to raise my kid(s) on.

[here-comes-the-moose]

Stereotypical Suburban Mom Things That I Think Each Member of the Bad Batch Would Like

Hunter- Coupons/Groupon

Wrecker- Charcuterie boards

Tech- Pinterest

Crosshair- Wine

Echo- Throw blankets (I headcanon that he’s always cold)

Omega- Baked goods

[d3ad4ndg0ne]

breathe out, so i can breathe you in ~ ☆ ~

[fbfh]

just woke up from a baby dream and I'm a sobbing wreck :) anyway Logan Huntzberger doesn't expect much from his future besides monetary success, partying, and a lot lot lot of sex. he definitley doesn't expect to look up one day and realize he's sharing a home, a life with someone. not only that, but he's the one that instigated it. he told you in college he didn't like you being around other guys. he stopped caring about the girls that he would go between, because now he just seems to care about you. everything else falls to the sidelines. so he comes back to his big fancy house after an important business meeting on the golf course, and he sees you there. some old sitcom is marathoning on tv, and you're wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair up and out of your face. you look so cozy, so comfortable. you keep adjusting the blankets, fussing with them as you hum softly. he walks closer, overcome with a feeling of love and swelling pride and... paternal instinct he's never felt. your son Henry, just a month or two old is bundled on your arms. you look up at Logan and smile so warmly he could cry just from the look on your face when you see him.

"hi," you breathe softly. Henry's settled down, so you don't want to rile him up too much, but he's not all the way asleep.

"hey ace," he breaths, sitting next to you. he wraps you in his arms and kisses you, meeting forgotten as you both admire you baby boy together. you rub his tummy gently, soothingly, and Logan smooths his hair. it's short and fuzzy, and a little prickly. it makes him laugh softly. Henry is wearing the white and blue onesie Honor got for him at the baby shower. he makes a mental note to take some pictures to send her of him wearing it. the soft fabric of his polo shirt and the smell of his cologne mixed with the distinct remnants of golf course air is so comforting. he watches you admire your son, trace the shape of his cute little nose, copy the faces he makes, babble little noises at him. he watches you smooth his hair and help him get comfortable in your arms, watches you place your finger in his hand so he can hold onto it with that surprisingly strong baby death grip. Henry wiggles around, getting comfortable in your arms, and you kiss his forehead again. once you're sure that he's settled, not too warm and not too cold, comfortable and lying safely, you can finally relax. you rest your head on Logan's shoulder, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself relax and rest a little. you take in a big deep breath of his masculine scent, somehow both spicy and refreshing, and sigh. you're content. you're more than content, he realizes. you're happy. Logan... made you happy. he found out what you wanted and built you a life you want, a life he wants. it hits him like a ton of bricks in one overwhelming, amazing moment, and he soaks in the feeling, watching the way your sleeping babys face and yours mirror each other.

[saydesole]

April 1st 🌸🐰

New month, New beginnings, New blessings 🤝🤍

[thatmoodboardd]