#idk what goes on in their minds but THANK YOU

[lovierecs]

forever and always, until the moon stops shining, the stars fall and the world goes blind, my FAAAVORITE JK SERIES EVER!!!! the fact that it’s dilf jk is the biggest plus (atp nobody is surprised) ❣️

i’ve reread three times and i’m diving back into it soon… every detail from this series is imprinted and inked in my mind and it is indelible, unforgettable, FOREVERRRR LASTING. truly changed the trajectory of my life ! will always be the biggest fan and will patiently wait for its development 🩷

i think tessa is an otherworldly, amazingly talented writer and everything becomes magical in her hands, but thisss is just untouchable. the universe she created with tbah is one of real, aching feelings, spontaneity, pure, soft dynamics and a burn that is justtt right, that lits up jungkook’s internal struggles with something he’s not prepared for and the responsabilities that come with all the choices he has to carefully make, and oc’s beautiful accepting nature that is so unfairly willing and open to getting hurt ☹️ and SOORI. MY FAVORITE BANGTUMBLR BABY. OHHH I MISS HER SO BADDD 🩷🩷🩷

need to include some of my favorite moments (contains spoilers):

this fucking yellow dress… nobody gets it i fear. idk why it had SUCH an impact on me. i love oc and her style sm… and the little details that go into her character are everything to me. i think this yellow dress really symbolises perfectly what she is for me .. thank u tessa for the yellow dress 🙆🏻‍♀️ me and oomf always go crazy over it every time one of us brings it up we r a lil deranged!

“i’ll write enough words for the two of us” ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY. i don’t think anyone can imagine the damage that this has done to my brain and my heart and all my functions. i’m so, so in love. so amazed at such a perfect creation i don’t know if i have any words left.

cause the way i haven’t stopped crying with everything that happened after this… his bitchass should have just said it back End of the story!

will forever keep this magnificent piece of work close to my heart 🩷 it has done things to me … it’s hard to imagine something that could ever compare. sooo grateful that god put me in this era really 🙆🏻‍♀️

to build a home

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

interlude: Blue

chapter four

interlude: faces

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

interlude: a sunday feeling

chapter nine

interlude: yes in a heartbeat

chapter ten

interlude: answers

chapter eleven

interlude: youth

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

chapter fifteen

[soleilpinto]

DRS = Defining Relationship Status?: Fake Dating at Full Speed °‧🫐𐙚⭒

“Defining Relationship Status Zone” 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐

Synopsis: Motorsport fan and model, Y/n, and her thirst-filled tweets about Franco catch his attention, sparking a hilarious online banter that goes viral. As their playful exchanges become real connections, fans and media can’t get enough—will their chemistry survive offline?

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Slowburn, (Slight) Angst

AU: Social Media AU!

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Unserious behavior, crossing some (potential) boundaries, (some) inaccuracies bc lets face it, even if you are an F1 fan you still get things wrong (😭)

Note: Thank you all for the huge amount of support, I really can’t believe how much you guys are loving the series so far! As always don’t forget to like + reblog as a form of support to me and other writers!

DRS Masterlist. (PREV./NEXT.)

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ynbardot singapore grand prix 2.0

alexandrasaintmleux touch down

— ynbardot drinks on me later! x

lilymhe shopping and dinner on the agenda 😋

— ynbardot bet bet bet

@leclercpinto y/n coming in for media day, oh lord imagine the mess we’ll get today once her and franco finally cross paths

@callapinto moot tweeted that they saw y/n in the paddock, i am NOT ready 😭

@sainzbardot someone save y/n from the shackles of THAT one photographer this is actually insane

@dr3bardot @bardot.yn PLEASE UPDATE US ON DANIEL TOO 🥹🥹

@bardot.yn counting on it, i’ll post some stuff on my story soon!

@argentineace GUYS Y/N LOOKS SO GOOD ON HER STORY, FRANCO MIGHT HAVE TO LINE UP LIKE THE REST OF US IDK 😭

@pintovibes oomf just tweeted that franco and y/n kept whispering and giggling in the garage after free practice. pack it up guys 😔

@francopls she visited the vcarb garage to greet danny ric and yuki, i love her friendship with the drivers sm 🥹

@pinthispinto AHH FRANCO IMMEDIATELY WENT TO Y/N AFTER HIS INTERVIEW ?? THEY MUST BE DATING 😭

@francocloud nothing is confirmed oomf pls stop speculating and spreading rumors

@gridszn just ran into y/n and franco on the paddock after free practice, franco was kind enough to sign my hat and pass while y/n offered to give my letter to danny 🥹

@racevibes you can’t tell me they aren’t dating already, they were so giggly during media day it was insane

@drszones GUYS THIS ISNT A DRILL !! franco did immediately run over to y/n and his mom the moment the interview was finished, TWICE 😭

@carpinto OOMF WHAT ???

@polepositioned AM I READING THIS RIGHT?

@pinthispinto guys please stop speculating that franco and that model are dating, you’re spreading rumors and clogging up the timeline 🙏

@pintomoment smells like jealousy ijbol

You set your phone down, scoffing to yourself. Did that just happen? You’d just agreed to fake date the driver you’d been very publicly thirsting over. Why? For fun. Because you felt like it.

‘What could go wrong?’ You’d thought, but the truth lingered in the back of your mind—you weren’t even looking for a relationship.

You were supposed to be focusing on yourself. What if this went sideways? What if you caught actual feelings? You couldn’t risk it. Most of these feeder series drivers were all the same anyway: chaotic and definitely not relationship material.

“Hey, I get that you’re doing this for fun or whatever, but this might be the dumbest thing you’ve ever agreed to,” Elena said, laughing as she watched you pace across the hotel room. “What happened to ‘waiting for the right man’?”

Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, chimed in from the couch, barely holding back a chuckle. “Oh, come on. She’ll be fine. This only ever ends one way. You know, like in that movie.”

You shot her a look, one eyebrow raised. “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before? Seriously, Lily?” You slumped down beside her with a groan. “Fake dating turning into real dating is so overrated. This isn’t a rom-com—it’s real life.”

“Honestly,” Elena said, smirking now, “just go with it. It’s fake dating for clout. Worst-case scenario, if he messes with you, I’ll make sure he regrets it.” You wanted to feel reassured, but then she added, “Though… he is Estelle’s ex, and she’s your friend. Yeah, maybe this is stupid. Call it off.”

You were already reaching for your phone when Elena snatched it out of your hands, smirking as she dialed Estelle herself.

Time zones were weird, but luckily, Estelle picked up after a few rings. Her glasses perched on her nose and a stack of books in the background told you she’d been studying.

“Hey! What’s up?” Estelle greeted cheerfully.

You took a deep breath. Better to rip the Band-Aid off now than let this fester. But before you could say anything, Elena jumped in.

“So, Franco’s your ex, right? Well, here’s the thing—our dear Y/n, who’s been publicly thirsting over him, just agreed to fake date him for the plot. We wanted to check if we’re crossing any boundaries here.”

“Elena!” you screeched, lunging to cover her mouth, but it was too late.

Estelle stifled a laugh, shaking her head. “Oh my god. Yes, he’s my ex, but honestly, it’s been ages. I don’t have feelings for him anymore. I’m just praying he doesn’t mess this up for you.”

“I’m so sorry—” you began, but Estelle cut you off.

“Don’t be. Seriously, it’s fine. If he screws up, just let me know, and I’ll deal with him myself. It’s fake dating, right? No big deal.”

Relief washed over you as she smiled reassuringly. Whatever happened, your friendship with Estelle was solid—it would take more than a guy to shake it.

After chatting with her for what felt like forever, Lily eventually left for her and Alex’s room, leaving you alone with Elena.

“Don’t look so stressed,” Elena teased. “You’ll survive. Besides, the fans already think you’re dating him anyway.”

You rolled your eyes. “Who knew 2024 would be the year I started doing things for the plot?”

Elena burst out laughing. “You’re making headlines and living a Wattpad dream. Honestly, iconic.”

You groaned. Iconic, sure. But you couldn’t shake the thought of how Paul was going to tear into you if he found out. And with F1 Academy also having a race weekend, you just knew Lia would grill you for the real reason behind this fake relationship.

“Plot twist,” you muttered, slumping back into the couch. “This might actually be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

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[koumeowkami]

so kanata cuts nayuta's hair in the anime voice drama. i hope you guys can hear my cries cause i'm actually DEVASTATED

[jinstronaut]

a taehyung a week until he's released ♥

week 10/52 for @aprylynn ♥

[pinkyjulien]

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[eternal-reverie]

got the posting anxiety bad tonight

[kkeke99]

Enough time has passed now, so I can finally say with certainty that the only good MLs of the Jewelpet Series are Akira Nanase and Retsu Akagi 👍🏻

[princekirijo]

OK fuck it I've want to try one of these poll things and I've been struggling to decide so:

Context: I just beat Dark Souls 3 today (main game only - I've started the first DLC) I'm wondering what game I should play after I've beaten both DLCs. I know like 4 or so of my followers have played a souls game so if you haven't just pick vibes only or whatever I'm gonna play them both eventually. Only other souls game I've played is Elden Ring.

Pros of playing Bloodborne: I've heard it has amazing combat, it's one of the most highly rated of the Fromsoft games, I adore the aesthetic of the game.

Pros of playing Dark Souls 1: I just beat DS3 so playing this game would help me understand the lore, the level design is excellent, its a fun game too, ARTORIAS.

[katyspersonal]

Also another highlight of ER gameplay is how much Patches helped me without intending to (Fantomette don't read if you didn't find him yet)

So like I explored god knows how much and leveled and seen all kinds of caves yet, until I went down in the lake one (haven't killed dragon there yet, I am working on it). So there was that basic bitch boss cave ok? And I waited for like TEN DARN MINUTES for the boss to appear! TEN minutes!! I thought the game lagged so I gave up and decided to dig in the chest, and MOTHERFUCKING-

HE WAS THE BOSS HGKMKKGYHV LITERALLY THE LAST THING IN THE WORLD I EXPECTED!!!! PATCHES WAS A BOSS AAAAA

And so many years later he invented a new trick than just throwing the player off the cliff gfhfjgb And this time it is ACTUALLY player's fault because he didn't ask for help, nor gave advice, nor tossed shiny coins near the cliff, he just... left a chest near a place that looks like a camp, so it was ACTUALLY unfair to open it if you think of it. Damn, they made him have a point instead of being hostile when you didn't even do anything bad ;-; He's grown so much xD unlike his hair

As for how that helped me, I returned in that cave later. He wasn't there (later I learned if you take too long he leaves, so I had to see what he'd say in Youtube), but there was the trap chest. It teleported me in unfamiliar area but I already knew THIS kind of bears was dangerous, so I just snuck away for a bit... Found some sort of chapel, stepped on the round lift there, and it was just. Going down and down and down until it opened such a beautiful sight????

So apparently that took me into a super fun secret map UNDER the main map, it was so entertaining to explore! I could not stop taking the screenshots because there THE SKY AND THE COSMOS ARE THE ONE, and there I found those herbs I needed to craft the anti-madness boluses but had NO idea where to find. Also there were pillars I kept igniting and pillars on the way up the stairs, so when I found them all I got to fight a cool giant reindeer!

Basically the coolest adventure ever that would have missed out on if Patches didn't do his thing bykgjhgfg Because I honestly doubt I'd be able to find that spot on my own.

[hobisexually]

x

[ichorblossoms]

hehehoho 5+11 for grimm pleasee

good fucking LORD this took so fucking long to answer hihihi thank you for asking this all those months ago <3

5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it?

while it can use a variety of weapons, grimm's best with a revolver. their ideal fight is one where they don't get hurt, so they got really good with a gun over the years to keep as much distance between them and anyone wanting to cause damage. it didn't deliberately seek to get really good with its revolver in particular, but it's a small enough gun and doesn't take up much space on its person, so its skill is a combination of deliberate training/target practice and years of familiarity

grimm's not the sentimental sort, but the gun itself is meaningful to them; i haven't teased out the exact history behind it or if it has several guns over the years, but the gun is symbolic of the "freedom" they earned for themself as well. it takes care of its few belongings.

(i model theirs off a smith & wesson .44 magnum 29 for literally no reason, i just think the shape looked neat. also i've been drawing the holster on their right thigh when they're left-handed so i'm torn between drawing the holster on the left thigh now or making them ambidextrous when they shoot. i dunno)

and then, of course, there is also the

i talked abt grimm n wrench awhile ago here (which you prolly remember bc you asked that hgkdfhl) as far as that goes everything there is still canon for the time being. aside from scars, wrench is really the only thing grimm still has from the several years they spent under the thumb of the casimir family. i think a word is escaping me here because while they were a bodyguard, they were also part of a group of humods trained to carry out all sorts of dirty work for the family from tracking people down, intimidating adversaries, finishing people off, etc. etc.

as it stands in my mind now, there were five coyote humods all outfit with their own dogs who formed a "pack". i've yet to figure out how close this group was because on one hand, they're all enduring the same shit, but on the other hand it would be in the interest of the casimir family to keep their small unit of well-trained attack dogs bickering and fighting with one another instead of banding together. they were together for....~3ish years? give or take and trained with/against one another

the armor/animal tech is uncommon, especially in the desert where machines in general are uncommon, so while this is a sort of "signature" thing only grimm and a few others can do, i don't think they've mastered it, especially since it goes about a decade or so without resorting to using wrench in that way. it's more of a "use only in dire circumstances" sort of thing. but the muscle memory is still there

11. What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

i answered this one here ages ago [dies on the floor] BUT grimm's internal belief system is a fascinating thing so. let's take a little walk. for a very long time, grimm believes the world is apathetic, that everything and everyone only cares about fulfilling the base impulse to survive, and the only thing that can guarantee your own survival is yourself. it is an animal, and part of the food chain, and it will make itself into a hunter before being hunted.

at the same time, it travels, it knows things like friends and love and family exist in this world, and what people do in the names of them. but it's not a person anymore, it's an animal, and it's not practical to think about what could have been, so it doesn't.

now, yarrow is not the first person to treat grimm like a person, but the way he did—and does—it without really thinking, consistently, rattles grimm, who never expected it in the first place. and so grimm falls in love.

which, it does believe in love. but love to it is a death more than a joy, a disfigurement of the self into whatever the person you love wants you to be, because you're an animal only pretending to be a person. of course yarrow doesn't really know about any of this, and grimm slowly realizes there's nothing yarrow is asking them to be aside from themself and they slowly, slowly begin to reconfigure their belief in love as something that can be good, not a chain. except grimm's perception of love is scrambled so it never quite separates love from unerring devotion

this is such a fascinating question to me bc grimm n yarrow's beliefs change over the course of the story, and in no small part because of one another (i'd argue grimm's is more bc of yarrow directly and yarrow's is more from their own experiences, which they never would have had if not for grimm), so it's sometimes difficult for me to pin down beliefs of theirs that remain fully consistent. i think the most broad way of putting it is yarrow believes people are all we have in this world and grimm believes in you are the only thing you have, but at the same time, yarrow hesitates to trust people with himself past a certain level of closeness, and grimm will trust itself in the hands of someone who treats it well

[icantalk710]

📱😪

[dokjaism]

top 10 characters death that fucked me up so bad i cant help but cry anytime i think abt it

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: wise likes you, and just about everyone on sixth street knows. ❀ ˎˊ- wise x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 1.3k ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: slightly ooc wise idk im still lvl 26 okay ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: thanks you stellaronhvnters for plaguing my mind w wise. anywho this my mini break from the series LMAO wise. i love you king.

Wise can hardly focus, and for once, it isn’t because of you.

Not that he minds being distracted by you - quite the opposite. He could spend hours just watching you talk and getting lost in your eyes, occasionally nodding or agreeing with whatever you were talking about the day. He liked hearing your voice; it was soothing like a cool river, especially after a grueling day.

But this time, it’s him who’s being stared at, and to his disappointment, the one burning holes into him isn’t you (although he severely doubts he could handle it if it were to be you).

No, instead, General Chop stares at him from the corner of his eye as he prepares other customers’ orders, a hint of knowing in his usual smile. Wise can see the excitement in the chef’s eyes, and it doesn’t take a genius to know why.

“Wise?”

He seizes up, bumping his chopsticks. He’s quick to fix himself as you shoot him a nervous, but questioning smile.

“Sorry, you were saying?” he says smoothly (at least he hopes it’s smooth, he still doesn’t know how to talk to pretty people), eager to move past his minor mishap.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you laugh. “I was just saying that you have a little something on your face.”

Wise feels his cheeks warm. “Oh, really? Thanks for telling me.”

He moves to grab some napkins, but you beat him to it. Wise swears something in him malfunctions when he turns and suddenly you’re all too close to him, your hand reached out to clean up his face.

“Wha- Wait, what’re you-” he sputters, nearly falling off his stool as he lurches back.

“Hey, stand still,” you scold, your slight annoyance only serving to speed up his heart rate because who in the world said it was okay for you to be this cute.

At this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming from his head, with how fuzzy his mind feels. He can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but just sit there, dazed as you dab obliviously at the corner of his lip.

As you pull away, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, mentally thanking whatever deities reigned above that he hadn’t fainted on the spot. That would’ve been embarrassing; Belle would never let him live it down.

His face feels cooler - hopefully it isn’t so red anymore. By the time he’s able to think coherently again, you’ve started chatting again. Wise nods along (he has no idea what you’re talking about), and goes to slurp up some of his noodles when he sees General Chop again.

The chef, obviously holding back a cackle, grins encouragingly at him and flashes him a thumbs up in support. Wise internally groans. Would it be a bad idea if he drowned himself in his noodles right now?

And this isn’t the first time either - Wise is pretty sure the entirety of Sixth Street is aware of his… ugh, crush on you (saying it out loud both hurts him and makes him feel warm inside. Which is a terrible feeling. He wants to throw up).

Just last week, he’d seen you at the Coff Café, and Tin Man, being both a gracious cafe owner and a huge romantic, had decided that that day was a good day to have a 50% off deal specifically for pairs if they bought two or more items.

Wise hadn’t questioned it at first, since it was normal for shops to occasionally hold discounts like these to attract more customers. Even he was guilty of it, being a business co-owner himself.

But then you had to call him out in the line, excitedly waving him over as you were at the cashier ordering. Tin Man was behind you, a smile in his eyes that Wise wasn’t sure he liked, but he begrudgingly made his way over.

He still remembers the way your eyes sparkled as you explained the discount to him. They reminded him of the stars he’d see at twilight, when he couldn’t sleep and would climb to the roof just to watch New Eridu’s nightlife.

Naturally, he had accepted your offer of buying him a free drink (no one refuses free food), but he quickly learned to regret it when he saw the mischievous gleam in Tin Man’s artificial eyes.

He still gets flustered thinking of it now - the heart-shaped whipped cream and the whisper of “good luck” haunts him, especially when he thinks about how confused you were at the impromptu decoration.

The amount of times he’s caught his neighbors playing matchmaker, he can’t count on both hands - and that’s not including what Belle has tried. It’d be funny if it wasn’t also incredibly humiliating.

“Master, if you were planning on drifting off, perhaps you should’ve stayed home to take a nap.”

Wise sighs. “Be quiet, Fairy. I’m in public.”

“What?” you blink. Wise blinks back before realizing he’d been a little too loud.

“Sorry, I was talking to myself,” he chuckles awkwardly, hands fiddling with each other - it’s a nervous habit of his. You smile understandingly.

“No, it’s okay,” you say, pushing your bowl towards General Chop to signify you were done with it. “You’ve been out of it today, Wise. Something on your mind?”

You, Wise wants to say, but he doesn’t feel like embarrassing himself further. “I guess I’m just tired. Long day today.”

“I can tell,” you laugh, the sound music to his ears. You hop off the stool after sliding your share of the payment to General Chop. “Come on, I’ll walk you home. You look like you’re about to fall asleep.”

Wise’s heart does a little tap dance at your offer, but he manages to keep his cool. He hastily pays General Chop before eagerly joining you in your short walk to Random Play.

“Bro!” Belle greets him enthusiastically as he opens the door. Her eyes light up when she sees you, and she raises her eyebrows suggestively at her brother. Wise shoots her a glare when you aren’t looking. “[Name], too? How was your da- mmghhifjk-”

Wise smiles innocently as he slaps a hand over Belle’s mouth. You can’t help but laugh at the two, and Wise admires the crinkle the corners of your eyes.

“Ignore her,” he says nonchalantly, wrinkling his nose as Belle licks his hand like the little rat she is. “Do you want to come in, or…?”

“No, I shouldn’t.” You wave your hands bashfully. “It’s getting late, so I should be getting back home.”

Wise nods in understanding. Belle pries herself free and he wipes his spit-covered hand on her sleeve, ignoring her sputters and protests (she chose this path. She will reap its consequences).

“Well, I guess this is goodbye.”

You nod, shifting your feet. “I guess it is.”

Wise’s brows furrow at your behavior - what’s on your mind. But thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long before his inquiry is answered.

You take a step forward, and Wise feels your arms loop around him in a tight hug. Suddenly, his senses are elevated, and it’s almost as if everything is enhanced tenfold. He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, the soft sound of your breath, your hair tickling his face and the heat that radiates off of your body against him.

“I really enjoyed today,” you say, stepping back with a smile that could rival an angel’s. “Thanks for hanging out with me.”

Wise tries to formulate a response, but all that comes out is a squeak like a dying balloon. God, if his face was red before, it must be flaming now. You giggle at his response, before you wave both him and Belle goodbye and leave for your home.

It takes a good five minutes before he can speak again.

“Hey sis?”

Belle sounds as shocked as him. “Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to faint.”

He hears his sister sigh.

“Wise, you’re helpless, you know that?” she shakes her head exasperatingly. “And just when you finally made progress too.”

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[mischievousmoony]

hi, ok i have another idea for a fic which again totally up to you to write!! but i had an idea with dad!james and r where their kid is like equally obsessed with their mum as james is with r and one day james decides to prank their kid by saying something bad about the r while their kid is present and the baby just goes off. i feel like you would do an amazing job with this! feel free to ignore too. have a perfectly splendid day!!

-🪷

"the baby just goes off" painted a hilarious picture of an infant yelling at his dad in my mind lmao. ty for the request this warmed my heart to write + special thanks to @moonpascal for chatting a little about kids, gave me the reassurance & inspiration i needed

𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜

⟢ dad!james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.1k ⟢ warnings/tags: fluff, dad/husband!james, mom/wife!reader, no use of y/n, no name for the son, idk how to write a child's dialogue tbh son's supposed to sound 4 years old

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James gladly goes out of his way to mention to anyone who will listen that his little one is unmistakably a Mummy's boy. From family to friends to the poor souls who bag his groceries, James will talk the ear off of anyone he can.

He finds it to be the most endearing thing in the world— the way that your son is as obsessed with you as James is. Always staying close and clinging to you, touching affection radiating from every hug and smile.

Today, as he watches his son run back and forth across the carpet, handing his mother block after block just to see her face light up after each gift, his awe and admiration are insurmountable.

Last night, James surprised you with a pair of earrings that you have been wishing for. When your face lit up upon receiving the little leatherette box, so did your son's. He didn't quite understand why you were so excited about some cube, but since then he's been trying to replicate your excitement with presents of his own.

"Oh my! Another one! Thank you, buddy," you beam, you're gratefulness and delight unwavering as he hands you the sixth block.

Your son giggles, bouncing in his spot as you inspect each side of the little wooden toy, telling him how much you adore the blue penguin painted on one of its faces.

That's another thing that touches James' heart: the tender nurture and care that you bestow upon your son with such unwavering devotion and warmth. It has James convinced that you must be the best mum in the entire world.

He might just melt at the sight of you now, kneeling happily in front of a growing pile of blocks as your son scurries back and forth, adding to your collection. James sits cross-legged to your right, resting his elbow on his knee and laying his head in his hand, watching the two he loves most in the world with hearts in his eyes.

You gasp, as if surprised when handed block number seven. "Oh, this is my favorite one yet. How did you know I love zebras?" you ask, your thumb tracing over the red acrylic paint on the side of the block.

By the time you have twelve, nearly half of his collection, you say, "I have a lot of blocks here, buddy, do you want to give some to Daddy?"

"No!" your son protests immediately, running off to his toy box for the thirteenth time.

You and James both chuckle, exchanging amused glances. Finding your son's reaction hilarious, James’s mischievous side has him dreaming up new ways to push his buttons. Your son thinks the world of you, and James is curious to see what the little guy will do if he claims otherwise.

"Well, what am I gonna do with all of this? Should I..."

You leave your son in suspense for a moment, and his hands hover over his toy box as looks at you, hanging onto your every word in anticipation.

"...build a castle!?"

“Yeah!” your son cheers, scooping three more blocks into his arms, thrilled to supply the bricks for your castle.

James nudges you, a sign of his upcoming playfulness. “You sure about that, bud? Mummy is absolutely rotten at building castles.”

Halfway across the carpet, your son stops in his tracks, glaring at his father as he tries to keep his blocks from falling out of his arms.

Stifling a laugh, you press your fingertips to your lips. By now, you’re used to James’ bursts of mischief, and you’re more than happy to sit back and let them play out. Unless you’re an active participant, of course.

You muster up a scandalized gasp as he reaches for your mountain of presents, claiming three blocks in one hand.

“No!” your little one complains, rushing to drop his three in your lap to replace the ones that James stole, “those are Mummy’s!”

“You sure Mummy deserves all these blocks?” James asks, starting to stack them into a tower, “You watch, I’ll build a castle that’ll make her’s look like rubbish.”

Your son hastily makes his way over to his dad, both arms extended as he collides with the tower and sends the blocks flying. "Stop it," he says as he scoops up the nearest block and runs it back over to you, shouting, "Mummy's castles are the best!"

He climbs into your lap, clutching onto the toy tightly as one of your arms wraps around him, and you feel your heart start to melt as you rub soothing circles into his back. You look over your son's head, your eyes sparkling with affection as you meet your husband's tender gaze.

Not having the heart to mess with him for very long, James concedes, "You're right, I'm not being very nice, am I?"

"Nuh-uh!" your son replies, shaking his head with exaggeratedly vigor, the curls he gets from his dad bouncing about.

"What can I do to make it up to her?" James asks, turning the ordeal into a subtle lesson as he dramatically feigns sorrow and despair over his actions.

"'Pologize," your son commands, his head swiveling to look at James expectantly over his shoulder.

James puts on his most sheepish, apologetic smile, looking from his son to you. "I'm very sorry. He's right, your castles are the best. Can you forgive me, love?"

"Aw, of course I forgive you," you say warmly, your amusement manifesting as a wide smile. You lean back so you can get a good view of your son's face when you tell him, "You know, I bet what Daddy really wants is to build a castle with us. I love your presents, bud, but we don't want to leave Daddy out do we?"

He looks down at the block in his little hand. "No," he replies shyly.

"So why don't you ask him to build a castle with us?" You give him a pat on the back before releasing him from your arms. "Go on," you coax.

He steps closer to James, holding the block close to his chest. "We can all build a castle," he offers.

"Yeah?" James' face lights up, and it's not for show. Genuine joy takes over his features as he ruffles your son's hair, responding, "I'd love nothing more, little man."

"But you have to be nice to Mummy!" he demands, his little voice firm and earnest as he looks up at James with wide, serious eyes.

"I promise, I will be on my best behavior," James assures him, his voice sincere as he gives a playful salute. That's enough for your son, because he finally awards James with his very first block, which he accepts with pride.

"Good!" your son cheers, already moving on to the pile of blocks to start stacking them as he proclaims, "Mummy is the best, and we have to show it!"

Your lips part as you suck in a breath, a quiet gasp. Receiving your son's affection never fails to make your heart swell.

You don't feel James' eyes on you, but he's watching— admiring, more like, as he takes in the way that you soften at your son's sweet words. A smitten smile plays at his lips as he agrees, "She is the best, isn't she?"

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[vio1315]

I'm glad if the post doesn't say that, but asking what the real implications are is the sort of thing that I see many people conclude is 'sexism', thus my read on the op. Particularly given the rb with a vid of that title.

The comment about the vid in my tags was in reference to the end of the video where the person says 'next time you sit down to write' etc etc. I realize it's something personal to me, but in general I have never liked any call to action in this category, where you tell someone to do something they evidently don't want to do (by the fact it isn't being done and you're commenting on that) and the only reasons given to start doing so is implied to be a sort of personal failing or something. I don't want to take up too many words on explaining what I mean on it though, for the most part I tried to not mention the vid since it's not the og point I don't believe.

I have a lot of opinions about why there isn't generally female MCs or so on which comes down to genre and demographics and all this, but as I understand this is focused on receptiveness to female chars moreso than writing them, so trying to focus on that topic in my reply. I think a lot of it is going to be different from person to person rather than a broad sweeping statement.

'do we want to examine this' to me is an implication of morality. I don't think it's a moral issue, I think it's a preference. Which is interesting, and I like to discuss possible reasons. I've discussed it a lot with people before this post, so I'm on board with going through why this happens, because I do think it's strange. But whenever it gets tied to big important things is offputting to me.

"honestly, nobody asked about what your personal reasons for finding women characters less interesting are."

So I don't get it. If we want to examine it, but don't want to look at personal reasons, then what's the point of the post? This seems contradicting to me, can you elaborate? If it's about society in some sense, I believe personal reasons are the first step into seeing how it would be society, even if I don't quite view This as a societal matter.

As I mentioned, there's defensiveness due to the implication of morality, if there isn't an implication of morality, then I don't think most people mind discussing it. I don't think it's embarrassing, I disagree with the assertion and thought this might open up some discussion on the topic. To me the defensiveness comment seemed to be about the nature of the reality of if they have all male favs etc, which is why I confirmed that I am such a person, so I can give information from that perspective. If it's about the nature of accusing someone of something harmful they don't believe they contribute to, I would expect defensiveness honestly

i dont really know how to articulate this but its crazy just how many people dont even realize they dont care about female characters. all their faves are men. they never talk about girls without being led into it. and when you try to point this out to them they try to defend themselves that their faves are just the archetypes they like, despite clearly not caring when that same archetype is a woman. like i feel like at a certain point it is your problem with the common denominator if you cant find a single female character to enjoy