i want to be the mother of your children

I just finished watching the first two seasons of UnREAL. At the end of season two, one of the characters – a very non-maternal woman – finds out that she can’t have children. She goes on a rampage, yelling at everyone to leave the room and then destroying I can’t even imagine how much money in pricey equipment. 

One person braves her wrath, and when the character spits out that she can’t have children, the friend-person (it’s a complicated relationship) says, “You wanted kids?”

The angry, horrible, wonderful, heartbroken, disaster of a woman says, her voice cracking, “I wanted the choice.”

And that’s it. That’s it, exactly. 

UnREAL got it right. How I Met Your Mother got it right. 

Choosing not to have kids is one thing. Having everyone else tell you that you can’t – no matter what avenue you attempt – is cruel. 

I have no idea if I want to be a mom. I really, truly don’t. I just wanted the goddamn choice.

anonymous asked:

My 8 year old is sick congested and body aches I want to give him a bath is there a bath you can recommend me please Preston takes some envious baths , thank you I look up to you as a mother Preston is lucky to have such an understanding mom

Thank you

Light soap
Epson salt
Eucalyptus essential oil
Peppermint essential oil

3 drops of eucalyptus and 3 drops of peppermint if you have a standard tub

I don’t know how big your child is so
Children under 60 lbs: Add ½ cup of salts to a standard size bath
Individuals between 60-100 lbs: Add 1 cup of salts to a standard size bath
Individuals between 100-150 lbs: Add 1 ½ cup of salts to a standard size bath
Individuals between 150-200 lbs: Add 2 cups of salts to a standard size bath
For every 50lbs larger - add in an additional ½ cup of salts.

When my child is sick I also cleanse the air with either Pali santo and white sage asking the smoke to rid his body of the toxins that is causing him harm and not allowing him to be at his full potential.

Hope this helps and your lil earth bean feels better


sansa stark meme | six scenes ► sansa and tyrion, 4x01 two swords

↳   “What happened to your family was a terrible crime. I didn’t know your brother; he seemed like a good man but I didn’t know him. Your mother, on the other hand, I admired her. She wanted to have me executed but I admired her. She was a strong woman, and she was fierce when it came to protecting her children. Sansa, your mother would want you to carry on. You know it’s true.”

I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. Whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.
—  James Boyle

I want to also give a special shout out to all the sapphics whose families don’t seem bothered by the results of this election. I keep seeing people post about their parents being afraid for them, which is still incredibly hesrtbreaking, but here’s to the sapphics whose parents refuse to acknowledge that their children are in danger. Here is to the sapphics whose mothers and fathers are apathetic to their fear, who tell their children that they are overreacting, who expect their sapphic children to be unbothered and unaffected by this election. Here is to the sapphics who are terrified and whose own families have yet to validate or even acknowledge their fear.
You are not overreacting. There are people who care about you and your safety. There are people who want you to be happy and who want to support you every step of your journey, and I’m so so sorry that your parents aren’t those people. You deserve so much better.

BTS as Fathers Would Include: Rap Monster

Fatherhood BTS Series

Originally posted by yoongijae

  • his children would be just like him
  • high IQs but able to smash everything
  • literally he’d have deep conversations with his kids even before they can comprehend things
  • them obviously taking after his destructive ways
  • then you becoming the Master of Fixing Things™

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I Can’t Think Straight (2008)

Context: Leyla, a Muslim British-Indian woman, is coming out to her mother, telling her “I’m gay.” Her mother reacts with horror and disgust, telling her “You’re up to your neck in sin” and going so far as to ask “Who did this to you?”

But it’s this scene that sums up the reality of LGBTQ+ desi youth. Our parents may very well love us and want the best for us, but the absolute bottom line is: our parents do not want us to be happy. They want us to be appropriate, to be respectful, to have children and well-earning careers, to fit into the mold of heteronormativity and gender roles, to be religious and pious. But no, they do not want us to be happy. Happiness doesn’t fit into it. To them, happiness is indistinguishable as a separate characteristic because according to them, doing all of these things should already be making us happy. The ideal created for desi children is that they shouldn’t strive to do what makes them happy, but what makes them “good.” Unfortunately, under this context, good is defined as anything that isn’t seen as immoral or out of the norm. 

A woman who is not straight is rejecting her role as a wife, and to a lesser extent, her role as a mother. She is rejecting the notion of subservience to men, of obedience and inferiority. Under our current system that is hugely patriarchal, a woman who does not submit is a threat. 

Now, I’m not saying desi parents are bad parents or hate their children because it’s pretty clear this happens in nearly every other culture in the world. But I am saying that desi parents do not make their children’s happiness a priority, they make their children’s success a priority: successful careers and marriages and children = successful lives. So if you ask a desi parent “do you want your kid to be happy?” they’ll immediately say “yes, of course.” But if you add on “do you want your kid to be gay if that makes them happy?” the answer will be a lot less positive.

This movie tackled Leyla’s sexuality and coming out to her parents absolutely head-on with no coyness about it. She goes straight up to her mother and admits that she’s a lesbian. But her mother’s reaction is really the thing that most “coming out” stories try to gloss over, or sugarcoat, or just in general avoid. Her mother admits with frank and brutal honesty the truth that all LGBTQ+ desi kids know: our parents would rather see us miserable and straight than queer and happy.

“It takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations”

for someone who’s been through SO MUCH, he has managed to stay so humble, so openhearted, generous and just sososososo brave and strong, and it is has everything to do with his kind heart and upbringing, jay you were one of the most wonderful mothers ever, thank YOU for raising such an angel of a boy, just thank you, a part of you will always live on in louis, in all your children 💙

anonymous asked:

Just saw your 'I love you' post. Gaaaaawd! I LOVE those two! Was wondering if you could help me out, there's a scene I keep remembering, but I can't seem to place it, whether it was in the books or just a fic lol, but it's a scene where C/J are in a lean to or something and he's asking if she wants a baby, she says no but she loves him. It isn't on your list so just wondering if I'm imagining things or did that happen at some point?

Hi anon - it’s a scene from The Fiery Cross.

For context: Jamie and Claire have come into possession of a baby who is all alone in the world, abandoned by her mother and no father in sight. Being in such close proximity to this baby reminds Claire of when she carried Brianna - and Faith - and she gets to thinking about how Jamie never saw her hold either of their children.

Jamie is acutely aware of this. He is also aware that he and Claire have come across a newborn who is clearly in need - and, as they have so many times before, he is prepared to take this child into his family.

“If ye want the child, Claire, I will take her, and manage whatever comes.”

If I wanted her. I could feel the soft weight of the child, sleeping on my breast. I had forgotten the intoxication of motherhood for years; pushed aside the memory of the feelings of exaltation, exhaustion, panic, delight. Having Germain and Jemmy and Joan nearby, though, had reminded me vividly.

“And manage whatever comes.” Here Jamie makes clear that he wants what Claire wants. If she wants the child, he’ll raise it as his own - like he did with Fergus, and Marsali, and (later) Fannie.

Especially because he so wants to give Claire the gift of motherhood.

“For my sake,” he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, “I dinna want ye to bear another child. I wouldna risk your loss, Sassenach,” he said, his voice suddenly husky. “Not for a dozen bairns. I’ve daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, grandchildren—weans enough.”

He looked at me directly then, and spoke softly.

“But I’ve no life but you, Claire.”

He swallowed audibly, and went on, eyes fixed on mine.

“I did think, though … if ye do want another child … perhaps I could still give ye one.”

Here Jamie plainly shows Claire - admits to her, for the first time ever - that he feels…inadequate, or guilty that he couldn’t have given her more children during their younger years. So he will do whatever it takes to give her more. In whatever way he can.

Because he loves her so deeply. Always puts her first.

And Claire knows this. It takes her breath away.

And reminds her that she doesn’t need to care for another child - not at this point in her life. She’s been there and done that. That phase of her life is other.

She needs to remind Jamie that she doesn’t resent him, or feel bad, that they weren’t able to conceive more children.

And she needs to remind him just how deeply she admires and appreciates him, and his selflessness, and his sacrifices.

I knew. As a mother, I had the lightness now of effort complete, honor satisfied. Mission accomplished.

I leaned my forehead against his chest and spoke into the shadowed cloth above his heart.

“No,” I said softly. “But, Jamie … I so love you.”

sooo i need to prove a point

never thought i’d make a post like this, but here we are.
reblog if it’s NOT pathetic or sad to not want any children.
if it’s okay by you, your URLs will go into a notebook for me to show my mother in June, 2018 (when I’m planning to come out).
If it’s not okay, for any reason, just tag “dont write my URL”.

I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you, but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favorite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. Whenever we observe a masterpiece, we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we don’t just want to see it with our eyes and forget its details later on; because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to its perfection stays with us. After all, how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt? So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of a bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.
—  Unknown
Kellyanne Conway Suggests That Women With Kids Shouldn’t Take Jobs in the White House
Donald Trump’s former campaign manager Kellyanne Conway said that mothers should not accept high-powered career opportunities—a standard that does not ...

Donald Trump’s Campaign manager, Kellyanne Conway,  said this at a Women’s Event.

I do politely mention to them the question isn’t would you take the job, the male sitting across from me who’s going to take a big job in the White House. The question is would you want your wife to,” Conway said, describing conversations she’s had with male colleagues. “Would you want the mother of your children to? You really see their entire visage change. It’s like, oh, no, they wouldn’t want their wife to take that job.”

SMH, just Evil.

dear children with shitty, unaccepting parents

I feel you. It took my mother a decade to accept I was gay and I got turfed out as a teenager because of it. But even though the worst happened: I survived. I thrived. Things are much better for me now and the horrible nightmare I lived back then is just a distant memory. 

This Christmas when you have to face your shitty parents, I want you to remember that things get better. It’s only for a short chapter in your life that you have to put up with this. Look forward, focus on the life you’re going to create for yourself without them. 

It’ll be over soon <3

We are but a compilation of those who raised us.

When I am told I look like my father,
my stomach clenches
I guess I look like a recipe for unhappiness.

My mother’s favorite insult is
“Keep it up and you’ll become just like your father”
I do not want to become a king-sized bed made for two that has the pillows for one.
I do not want to want to wake up next to my self-loathing.
I do not want my children to see me cry.
I do not want to become a sad excuse for a person.

I have my mother’s impatience and her capacity for knowledge but
I have my father’s nose and thin lips and sometimes my mirror confuses the two of us.

Children with two brown-eyed parents
have a 25% percent chance of having blue eyes
I am told my eyes remind people of the ocean.
I wonder what the chances are that I will not inherit the life my father leads.

—  “When I was 12 I caught my dad cheating on my mom, he never knew that I knew. I never told anyone.” By Lindsay Brooke

Please please please be polite to Jehovah’s Witnesses who come to your door with children.

These children often do not want to be there but will be punished if they say otherwise.

My mother was a stay at home mom who regular pioneered and she took me out in service (going door to door) almost every day from the time I was 3 until I was 10, in both rural and urban territory. I was also taken in service every Saturday from the time I was 11-15.

During those years, some things I remember are:

  • People came to the door with guns a lot, several times they loaded them and removed the safety (I later learned what they had been doing) while telling us to leave. 
  • When I was 5, someone sicced their rottweiler on us. I had an irrational fear of rottweilers until I was about 15 and met a friendly one.
  • People came to the door with knives.
  • Lots of angry screaming.
  • While doing walking territory with a Guatemalan 8 yr old girl, a man came to the door in full KKK attire (hood, robes with the blood cross symbol, etc) and a gun and invited us in. I grabbed her and ran back to car and locked us inside. I was later yelled for not finishing the street by the man in charge of the car group.
  • A man set the magazines they were handed on fire and dropped them in front of us. We almost got burned really bad.
  • Some people followed us down a street throwing rocks.
  • A woman poured scalding hot coffee over my head.
  • Several incidents of racial slurs being screamed.
  • A woman kicked me off her porch when I was 6.
  • The person I was with was slapped across the face with a large wooden rosary.

Ex JW’s feel free to add any stories of people at the door being shitty.

And we were always told that opposition proved that they were right. And we were encouraged to suck it up and keep going, because “Jehovah was behind us.” And no matter what was done to me, I was always expected to be in service again the next day, or weekend. And I was told to not talk about it, especially to worldly adults.

I know that Jehovah’s Witnesses are annoying, and I know that they keep coming back, and I know that they’re sexist and homophobic and transphobic, but please don’t traumatize children for it. It isn’t their fault they were born into this religion.

P. S. Do not ask JW parents if their kids want to be there. Usually, they will force their children to answer the question, and if the child doesn’t answer “acceptably” (an unacceptable answer can include hesitating, not smiling and making eye contact while saying “yes”, pretty much anything that doesn’t convince the person that “yes, they want to be there and are happy about it”), the child will be punished.

Believers should be empathetic people.
It’s really sad to hear and see situations where people seemingly disregard the feelings of others. This isn’t what Islam came with. Not only is it a human trait, but it’s greatly emphasised in our religion.
Ponder over this āyah: “A Messenger has come to you from among yourselves. Your suffering distresses him: he is deeply concerned for you and full of kindness and mercy towards the believers.” [Tawbah (9):128]
Allāh praises our Prophet ﷺ for his empathetic nature. He would say ﷺ, “I start prayer and I want to make it long, but then I hear an infant crying, so I make my prayer short, because I know the distress caused to the mother by his crying.” What rahmah!
Try to understand people and reflect on their feelings, and help inculcate this trait in those you have influence over; your siblings, children, parents, friends etc.
“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of.”

I remember once that I saw a Yahoo Question, someone asking for advice about being a parent as an autistic person; the first answer was a woman being like “you should talk to your pediatrician about your child’s autism, blah blah blah, I’m the mother of an autistic child”. And I was like I don’t think OP even has children yet; I mean this Autistim Mom ™ saw “parent” and “Autism” and immediatly went for “Parent of an autistic child” instead of actuallying reading an realizing it was “Autistic adult who wants to be a parent”. 

Like it’s so hard to believe we might grow up and become parents. This is why I hate Autism Parents

Imagine Cersei...

….being your Mother and never really caring for you due to you being Robert’s true daughter, but then you marry Robb and become Queen in the North and she does her best to protect you from Joffrey.

“Mother! Did you not hear what I just said?” Joffrey screamed, his voice echoing off the walls of the throne room, “Y/n has run off with Sansa Stark and is now married to Robb Stark! She has betrayed us!”

Cersei Lannister stood calmly staring back at her son, every Lord, Lady, and Knight in the room watching her for her reaction. It was no secret that you and your mother had never gotten along, You looked too much like your Father, Robert Baratheon, for her tastes, but…your mother had always wanted to be Queen. She loved her blond haired children and ignored you your entire life, but now…now you were in the North and had married the enemy. Her youngest daughter was sold to Dorne, her eldest son was a sociopath, and her youngest son was just a child. But you…you were a Queen now, in your own right, you had wormed your way into the heart of the King in the North and his people. You had control of your Uncle’s army, Stannis having declared for you the moment he discovered you hadn’t been harmed, and your husband had the North and the Riverlands.

Dare she think it…your Mother was proud of you, and protective over the things you had won for yourself.

“She is your sister, and was betrothed to Robb Stark when we visited Winterfell.” Cersei spoke calmly, her eyes staring back emotionless at her son. “Bring no harm to her, for all we know she could be negotiating a peace with them as we speak that will remove the North from the south.” Cersei doubted it, of course, but at least the one child who hadn’t ever truly disappointed her with anything they had done…would be safe.

**Cersei Lannister gif imagines were requested sooooo here’s one**

anonymous asked:

Alpha child clingy of their omega father (since male omegas can have children) which makes the alpha father jealous hcs?

Hm, I wrote some before (x). Though I can try to do a few more, love. Sorry if they are shitty. And sorry for taking so long. 

  • - Alpha pup first word is mom (or daddy, whichever you prefer to call your male omegas) and they refuse to call anyone anything because all they care about is their mother
  • - alpha child always scenting their omega parent, crying whenever they hold them and they smell like their sire
  • - the pup not wanting to do the smallest things with their dad and crying until they get their mother, alpha is left sulking in the background
  • - alpha excited to have a day with their pup, only for them to cry and have a tantrum as soon as the omega leaves 
  • - alpha being extremely possessive of their mate, and doing things to get their pup to sleep early or to play so they can have time with their omega
  • - omega being completely oblivious to their pup’s clinginess and they laugh every time their pup does something that makes the alpha sulk 
  • - alpha pup smirking whenever they hear their alpha sigh when they crawl over their mother
  • - alpha is taking care of the pup and they finally get them to sleep, only for them to wake up immediately as soon as their omega comes in 
  • - alpha feeling distance from their pup because of how jealous they feel that they get more attention
  • - omega trying to get the pup to like the pup to like their father more, but feeling sad when the pup refuses and the alpha is even more sadden than before
  • - pup slowly warming up to their father, though occasionally reverting back to just wanting their omega, making the alpha even more jealous than before
  • - at one point, the alpha refuses to be near their pup and omega at the same time. only that doesn’t work because the pup wants him around too
  • - alpha huffing and puffing each time the pup gets called a cute nickname because he used to be their omega’s “cute pootie sugar drop”
  • - pup purposefully scenting all of the places that their has, alpha looking at their pup like they are an evil mastermind
  • - alpha explaining that they feel jealous of their pup and the omega telling them not to worry, while the pup just smirks and scents their mother

Eventually though, the pup warms up to their father. Realizing that they love their father just as much as their mother. As much as they adore their Omega’s comfort and love, they love their father’s protection and love all the same. 

I hope you like these love. Again, sorry these took so long. <3