Comic based on the headcanon that scout is actually really good at drawing (kinda based on expiration date) mixed with my experience being the only artist in the family
my mom, unprompted: i was looking at your community wall and thinking. you know those, like, bad ads from autism speaks? i was just imagining one of those, but it pans over to your wall and it’s like *ominous voice* this… is autism.
"we mothers stand still so our daughters can look back and see how far they've come" has to be one of the most devastating movie lines ive heard in awhile
scopOphilic_micromessaging_911 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.
y’all, my mom surprised me with some valentine’s day pajamas. i know she knows i’ve been struggling and i see how much me being so down bothers her but she refuses to give up on me. she loves me so fucking much, i’m genuinely about to cry.
my moms on a call for work right now serving ABSOLUTE cunt getting more money and benefits for her and her coworkers in a union meeting shout out to you mom i love you everyone support my mother shes in there going "now hold on a moment" and if those words dont send a chill down your spine and cause you to break out in a cold sweat then you must have the power of god within
Watching my mom evolve over the years has been such a fun experience. For context, she's got nine kids (at least five of whom have turned out to be queer; at least four of those have turned out to be non-binary), and for most of my life, she was just your average Gen-X Irish-Italian Catholic mom. She didn't really do vocal homophobia or whatever, but she also clearly didn't know how to handle it when her firstborn interrupted a Red Wings game to announce, "I think I'm gay." (Spoiler alert: that was me at fifteen or sixteen. In retrospect, of course the Tomboy For Life who had never been remotely interested in boys but was ALWAYS talking about actresses/female friends at school a bit too much wound up being gay. And announcing it. During a hockey game. Of course.)
She also didn't really know how to handle that same kid starting to date in college, bringing a girl home, and so on. She did a bit better when the next kid came out as a lesbian, but when that kid came out as non-binary (shout-out to that sib for doing some of the heavy lifting first), it was a whole new deal. It clearly had never crossed her mind before, that this might come up. Gay? She was figuring out gay. Gender stuff? Whew. A shiny new Pokemon of a situation.
The changed pronouns have been a bit difficult for my mom. The new names still get jumbled. (In fairness, the old names got jumbled, too--it was always a laundry list of names before she got to yours, no matter what you went by, because there were just so goddamned MANY of us.) It gets harder when she's stressed, and sometimes she just seems not to be getting it. I know it frustrates my siblings deeply. It can grate on me, too. You just want people to understand out the gate, to take you at your word, to shift gears without a slip-up. You don't want the awkward conversations, the painful skips, the rough patches. It's tempting to just give up on people if they don't stick the landing immediately.
But if you look a bit deeper, there's such a soft mama bear energy to my mom. Such a stubborn determination to get it right where it really counts. My mother, who never once skipped Sunday mass as I was growing up, has left the church completely because "they don't treat my family well." My mother, who once told me not to bring a girl home because it might confuse the youngest children, bought Converse sneakers expressly for my wedding to a woman. And my mother, who had never known the word non-binary, who didn't seem aware of the trans umbrella at all before her kids started huddling beneath it, keeps leaping to tell me all about the shows she's watching lately. The ones where "there's a non-binary character, and it's so cool that people can see that now!" The ones where "and this one is non-binary, and they're so great, and maybe it'll teach the shitty politicians of the world that they're just people, you know?"
Sometimes you just have to give people a little space. Let them stumble occasionally. They're going to. They're going to trip up. My mom hurt my feelings so many times when I was young, said so many of the wrong things right on the heels of the right ones, confused and upset me because I couldn't understand why she just didn't get it. But here she is, almost sixty years old, and so gleeful to tell me about the power of queer representation on TV. She doesn't always get it right, but goddamn, does she love her kids, and goddamn, does she want the world to love people like her kids, too.
My mom again on her lokius moments when Sylvie is mean to Mobius and I was like “LOKI SAY SOMETHING???” and my mom sees him follow Sylvie to talk privately and is like “Oh yea he'll teach her a lesson” or when everything was going to explode she's like “WHY DOESN'T LOKI GO HUG MOBIUS” LIKE WHAT DO YOU HAVE A HUG KINK OR WHAT MOM STOP THEY'RE ALL GONNA DIE AND YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT A LOKIUS HUG
She says Loki is the one that has to protect Mobius and his pies.
i was talking to my mom and she was telling me about this truck that was for sale, that she really liked it and showed me this truck (witch i really like)
and outa know where she gose "i love it, and all i was thinking was this would totally be will byers and mike wheelers truck right!! like they would be driving around in this truck!" and i just melted like awww my mom unprompted is just thinking ab byler
went with my friends to support them in getting their noses pierced and (JOKINGLY) told my mother i should get a face tattoo and pulled up this picture: