C: There’s this song by Kelly Price called Tired, she’s expression the exhaustion that she’s feeling while going through her daily life…I’m tired, I’m worn out, I’m overwhelmed, I’m Kelly Price tired. I’m a single mother of two babies and while I’m trying to be the best mommy that I can be, life is just throwing these big curve balls at me. I’ve never felt so alone more than I do now, a lot of times I feel like I wont make to the next day.
So my homophobic aunt came over and we were discussing LGBT stuff at the dinner table and she said, “there are so many gays now because of GMOs in their food, the chemicals are messing with their brains”. So I said, “did you know that gay people existed even in ancient Greece way before we even started with GM stuff”, and legit she sat there like:
When will the prophecy come true?! sonic underground, Sonic underground, they made me unfollow You in the last tumblr bot drama going on that mouth to communicate with me instead of sucking my husband’s dick we’d be able to stay alive?
There's absolutely no shame in finding comfort and support in a fandom of kind and loving people. Because that's what we are, PEOPLE, not robots glued to computers. We have school, jobs and lives that get stressful. Fandoms are where we make bonds, find peace, laughs, and fun, in addition to our "Outside" lives, not as a replacement. It's not for everyone. But we should all be kind and understanding with one another regardless ^^ I find family in BABYz and I'm proud of it ❤
a biggest thank you to the extraordinarily important, wise, and kind-hearted member of the fandom tzi for putting the truth into beautifully crafted words. couldn’t have said it better!!! you’re absolutely right. tumblr serves a different purpose to everyone, and for most of us in this fandom, it’s the peace, laughs, and fun. Because we’re real people with real bonds. Being here and interacting or even just seeing you guys on my dash makes me smile and my heart warm, for real. Let’s continue to be kind to each other. You are all important to me. BABYz are the best. ♡
Molly Weasley watched her third oldest son turning his back to their family but never gave up on him.
Molly Weasley saw her husband at his weakest moment as he laid wounded in St. Mungo’s hospital. She never understood what muggles thought when they started praying to their god(s): But that night as she sat at her husband’s hospital bed she couldn’t help but fold her hands, close her eyes and just hope that there was indeed a greater deity that could bring her husband back to her family.
Molly Weasley put a bandage around her fifth son’s head when he was bleeding onto her sofa, his ear ripped away. She did not let her heart and actions be ruled by panic and fear. She would not risk her son’s life like that.
Molly Weasley saw her son that wasn’t her son dead in Hagrid’s arms and did not show how she broke inside. Instead, she gripped her wand a little tighter, bit her lip a little stronger and started to fight a lot grimmer.
Molly Weasley cried over her fourth son’s cold body, his last laugh still etched into his face. She witnessed her fifth son crumbling right then and there. She saw her family grieving and crying. She went through hell but reminded herself to keep going.
Molly Weasly got up and stared straight into the eyes of Narcissa Malfoy.
Proud woman, blonde hair, pale skin.
Split lips, bloody cloak, sad eyes.
They did not exchange one word.
But one glance was enough.
Narcissa’s eyes darted to Fred, to Harry, then back to Molly. Her lean finger’s tightened indiscernibly around her son’s bony shoulder.
The war had taken enough lifes. Enough children.
And as one mother to another, Molly Weasley nodded back.
“the void is so kind … we are all just yelling at her n she just sits n listens …” ~bepeu
I like to think that no matter what, the Void is a kind and gentle soul who only wants to help those who come to her. She listens to everything you have to say, and knows that sometimes… that’s just all you need. ~me
Meet Void, the ever-lasting mother. She wants nothing but happiness for you, even if it means you have to yell and scream to feel better.