#my mum yelled at me after that so...

[justtorzaplease]

I genuinely forgot my sister existed. I know that sounds mean, but she's been getting ready to move out. So, naturally, she hasn't been around often. Out of sight, out of mind, right? So when I saw her this morning, I actually said to her, 'Oh. You exist.' Then just carried on making breakfast. Yikes.

[hella1975]

you ever have a fic get you in such a chokehold you start pacing your room and talking to yourself

[poltergeist-punk]

i fear that i am the younger brother and it shows… that knowledge haunts me

[andromedasummer]

oh christ ive just remembered. my sister's a massive yuki fan. now you may think "oh well liv youre autistic so once she finds out what happened she—" shes a diehard max stan as well. she gets upset whenever i/others bring up his ableism and brushes it off. it does not matter how many times i try to explain to her how this hurts. when i say allistic people choose their comfort over addressing ableism every single time i say it with experience. these next few days are going to be fucking miserable. ive half a mind to go over to my friends this is going to be unbearable i dont want to go through this.

[fazcinatingblog]

Unpopular opinion: Adelaide have some nice Italian players like Josh Rachele (who did butterfly wings to celebrate awww cute) and Soligo (can he go) but it was a shame the Fog, the actual sexiest man alive holy shit (I'm so sorry Faz please forgive me), was so hopeless every time he got near the ball.

Also owwwies should've kicked the sealer

And that one earlier in the game that was put to the score review and they showed the Adelaide guy trying to smother but there was no conclusive evidence that he touched it so it should've been a goal to Carlton.

Also a crow did a dog act on Jack Carroll plus many more crows got away with ripping a few Carlton heads off but every time a crow head was ripped off, free kick.

It was a strange game. I'm sorry Carlton for infiltrating with my Collingwood scarf and Daisy badge and faz jumper. I promise not to be there next week but I'll see you again at the MCG in two weeks for the De Koning Cup. Cue the Robbie Williams music.

[bambino1294]

and when I get out of this FUCKING HOUSE

[spaghett-onaplate]

I have such a stomach ache

[aria-ashryver]

hello darlings!

just a quick note re. Starlight's posting schedule - I'm going to be in and out of hospital a lot, so we might be in for an erratic few weeks where I'm not keeping up with a new chapter every monday (I'll probably say as much in my next A/N, but just thought I'd post here too).

im still chipping away at things, but i doubt i'll have a chapter out today unfortunately 😭💔 with any luck, things will all be back on track soon! 😊

I'll do my best to get healthy!! 💪💪💪

[milf-harrington]

i will never be mad at or blame my sister for the situation she has been forced into, but i will forever be frustrated with our family for the responsibility thats been shoved onto me

"he'll have a village" my ass, he's got two mentally ill siblings and a FIFO worker who are all in their 20's

[protocolseben]

jklkhjhjg

[krispiecake]

currently thinking about how when i told my dad to tell my mother i would not be speaking to her until she apologised she just. straight up stopped even trying to contact me. like, not even a text. absolutely insane how much this woman refuses to admit that maybe she was wrong about how she handles some things. she cannot swallow her pride to even do this one really small basic show of respect. fucking mental.

[platonicmoonwater00]

tw sort of(talking about a parent shouting)

this bitch js made history

for context i was in the bathroom(for like 3 minutes to brush my teeth and use the bathroom) and she started like banging on the door and yelling at me cos by brother js got home from work and needed the shower(again i took 3 minutes in total, i didnt even finish the song i was listening to and when she started banging on the door my mouth was literally full of toothpaste) so i was like im brushing my teeth. and she was like idc get out of the fucking bathroom. and then she like took me to my room later and was lecturing me about being considerate and that we have a second bathroom and i shouldve used that.

context: our second bathroom is outside and only has a toilet, not even a sink, it was 9:30pm, my brother wasnt even home yet and i needed to brush my teeth so obviously my first thought wasnt to hall my ass outside.

and i said that and she was like oh but your brother js got back from work so you shouldve done that or used the bathroom before and i was like i literally went into the bathroom bc i was like oh i should get ready for bed now so the bathrooms free for when my brother gets home(im so nice like that). anyways she yelled at me more and then js texted me this^ like ten minutes ago(unheard of. i dont think ive ever heard her say sorry).

[phagodyke]

maaan I love my family but christmas is very much something I Endure for them lmao

[andromedasummer]

baby in the lunchroom got a lot to say and i am listening

[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

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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?"

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[puff-yy]

wow thanks mum thanks for threatening to throw me outside just because I didn’t want to have an autistic meltdown