but mom spoiled it

guess who ;)

kanto mom: completely dismisses her son until he becomes a hermit on a mountain top for 3 years, then she misses him

johto mom: ready to help at all times, will always mom her child, spoils child but doesn’t even know her own kid’s interests

hoenn mom: tired, done with Norman’s garbage, trusts that her child can take care of their self, wants child to deal with Norman

sinnoh mom: young at  heart, does contests and enjoys travel, loves her child and doesn’t want them to worry

unova mom: super supportive, outgoing ex-trainer, absolutely heartbroken over their missing child but tries to hide it

unova mom the sequel: gentle, always there for their kid, will always listen, great friendship with her child

kalos mom: famous, flirts with any attractive man, ran over her own husband with a rhyhorn and laughs about it 

Please fire me. I work at an coffee shop near an Ivy League campus and these spoiled, rich students are generally terrible customers. And one time, a parent of one of these kids came in, and was digging around for the change for her coffee. When she realized she didn’t have it, she reached her slimy old hand into my tip jar and pulled out the change she needed!

Please fire me. One of my campers in our theater camp said she wanted less than 10 lines because she’s only 7. The part she got cast in gave her 5 lines. “THAT’S NOT ENOUGH LINES!” The tantrum lasted from 12:30 to 2:45. So the next afternoon we gave her a 2nd part with 2 more lines so now she has 7 lines. Then she had a 2nd tantrum that lasted from 1:15 until 3:15 “NOW I HAVE TOO MANY LINES!” When we offered her 6 lines by asking one of the other campers in the cast to take one of her lines, she cried and cried and cried until her dad picked her up. Her dad yelled at me for not catering to requests, even though I had no say in casting and no say in the script our director chose.


When my father got arrested, it was the worst thing ever. All these trolls started writing horrible things about us. We’d get letters and e-mails saying that my dad was a thief, my mom was a clueless socialite, and that I was the spoiled rich-bitch ice princess. And what hurt the most about it was… the things the trolls were writing were true.

i am fucking Spoiled, i was at Joannes with my mom to get some fabric for a larger tablecloth to use at conventions, and my mom saw a die cutting machine and was like “oh i’d like to get you this” and i told her that ham has one and they’re nice for stickers and then in the checkout line she deCIDED TO GO BACK AND BUY IT FOR ME

i tried to tell her not to bc she already bought me a button maker this year but she was like “YOU NEED IT FOR CUTTING STICKERS YOU’RE GOING TO RUIN YOUR HANDS IF YOU KEEP USING SCISSORS”

its’ fucking mint green too its really cute

i am,,,,,blessesd,,,,

For all my Alforan shippers

Imagine angsty teenage Allura getting mad at Coran for some stupid shit and she yells “you’re not even my real mom” at Coran

And Alfor is horrified by his daughter starts to chastise her, but no one can hear him because Coran while being slightly angry he’s more proud of her but he is the main bitch and has to put his foot down. “You’re right because your mom wouldn’t call you a spoiled princess who isn’t fit to run a lion convention”

While Allura and Coran are continuously escalating their insults Alfor has his head in his hands and thinks “like mother like daughter” and his head sinks deeper in his hands as he thinks “God they’ve got me”

Alfor eventually just walked away to let them work it out, which they do in away. One of them (Coran) says some wildly inaccurate and over the top insult that sends both of them into a laughing fit, and Alfor walks in and just sighs and just walks back out.

Title: A Grandmother’s Right
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Padme/Anakin, Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, and Leia Organa.
Summary: The way Padme sees it, a life on the run as a rebel, a refugee, and a mother has earned her the right to spoil her grandchildren.

@baratheons creates for @jerseydevious


“Really, Mom?”

Padme turned her son with innocently arched eyebrows.

“Did you really have to get them their own holotables and that Galactic Rebels game and all that candy?” Luke clarified.

“Why not?” Padme asked, turning back to watch Anakin guide Rey in executing the perfect Form V against an imaginary opponent. Leia chimed in on the lesson every so often to tease or make suggestions. Anakin caught Padme’s eye and gave her a wink that made her look away with a silly grin. Even after decades of marriage, he could still bring a flush to her cheeks. “Why can’t we give our grandchildren a few presents now and again?”

Luke laughed. “Now and again? More like twice a week or more.”

“That’s a grandmother’s right,” she insisted.

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this is what happens when a middle-class white mom tells her spoiled white child to eat their broccoli because “there are children starving in Africa you know” and all that child learns from that interaction about, like, global food insecurity and poverty is to resent these invisible hypothetical children for putting them in a position where they have to either eat their broccoli or feel like a jerk.