Siblings - Blog Posts
my brother just ate HALF OF THE *NEW*!!!!!! CINNAMON TOAST CRUNCH THAT IS COMMUNAL SIR HAVE SOME DEACENCY
La Casa de Papel (Money Heist) part 2
8. Moscow ( Agustin Ramos )
9. Raquel Murillo
10. Alicia Sierra
11. El Profesor ( Sergio Marquina )
Thor and Loki after Endgame
Thor *searching for his game controllers*: Brother, where are my game controllers?
Loki *reading a book* : I've sent it off I know not where
Thor: *throws loki into the closet and locks him in*
[An hour later]
Valkerie *noticing that loki was nowhere to be seen* : Thor where's Loki?
Thor *looking at the closet laughing* : I've sent him off I know not where
Loki *yelling angrily from inside the closet* : Not funny Thor
I finally got Cult of the lamb and I actually did finish it.
I love the Bishops so much I love Shamura very much they are my favourite.
I have seen some draw Shamura with eyelashes and I love it so I wanted to do the same.
We talk about the brother relationship between James and Sirius and them calling each other brother and seeing the other as their brother (for Sirius his other brother)
But you know what we don’t talk about enough
PANDORA AND REGULUS ARE ALSO SIBLINGS
On moving out
We are all still here together
The sound of my brother’s guitar still creeps into my room long after his 11pm curfew
Next year those fugitive notes will wind themselves furtively through other walls
This summer though, everyone’s shoes still sit on the shoe rack
The key hooks are full
We still buy sultana bran and jatz crackers and his brand of shaving cream when we go shopping
This summer feels like a full moon
Whole and round, like a cake nobody has cut into
Yet
It’s candles are flickering brightly
But I can hear the first chords of happy birthday
He will come back, of course.
But will he have grown while I’m not looking?
A tree falling in a forest full of people other people I don’t know
Schroedinger’s little brother
What will I no longer know about him
This bright creature, eagerly unfurling from his chrysalis while I still find myself wriggling, fuzzy and green
Curly headed rogue
I will send all of my nicest things with you
Pistachio cake and dandelion wishes and that warm staticky feeling when you get the harmony just right
Recount your adventures to me when you get home
Who knows? Maybe when you return I will have grown too
and we will show each other our new colours
My brother has just moved out of our parents house and has been on his own for the last three months. He was making good future plans and bad financial ones. Then he decided to change those future plans and like I want to be supportive but .... 😑..... The plans aren't good for him. Like it's his future but this plan is very impolsive but I mean it's not my life and I can't just micromanage him like our parents. Then my sister called the other day and mentioned it , asking me what I thought and I just let out a minute long sigh.
Who's better guys @ze-melon-lord
Sibling defensive position
It works best for Molly cus she has so many legs
Moms we’re called
Just a comfort edit!! They are the sweetest siblings I've ever seen!!
Do you think Olaf's ever thought about having a sister?
Personally, if I had literally hundreds of brothers, I think a little sister would be a nice change of pace.
Hot take?
I don't know, love the sibling dynamics in The Umbrella Academy
The chitlins!!! Im not great at digital painting if u could tell lol
Movie was so fire yall
I got my first tat when I was 18. Gave my full back to my brother who had just started his tattooing career. Years later, my immune system ate up most of the ink and dulled its vibrancy (esp the yellow). Now I’m having to touch up something that’s already incomplete (free tats aren’t exactly easy to schedule =P). My brother’s work has improved exponentially, but I don’t regret giving up a large canvas to his nascent talents.
It made me look back on my early adulthood. My earliest romance with poetry. In fact, this phoenix was largely inspired by one of my favorite poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, which I hadn’t revisited in years.
Hope it inspires:
Eight People on a Golf Course and One Bird of Freedom Flying Over
The phoenix flies higher & higher
above eight elegant people on a golf course
who have their head stuck in the sands
of a big trap
One man raises his head and shouts
I am President of Earth. I rule.
You elected me, heh-heh. Fore!
A second man raises his head.
I am King of the Car.
The car is my weapon. I drive all before me.
Ye shall have no other gods.
Watch out. I’m coming through.
A third raises his head out of the sand.
I run a religion. I am your spiritual head.
Never mind which religion.
I drive a long ball. Bow down and putt.
A fourth raises his head in the bunker.
I am the General. I have tanks to conquer desert
And my tank shall not want. I’m thirsty.
We play Rollerball. I love Arabs.
A fifth raises his head and opens his mouth.
I am Your Master’s Voice.
I rule newsprint. I rule airwaves, long & short.
We bend minds. We make reality to order.
Mind Fuck Incorporated.
Satire becomes reality, reality satire.
Man the Cosmic Joke. Et cetera.
A sixth man raises his gold bald head.
rm your friendly multinational banker.
I chew cigars rolled with petro-dollars.
We’re above nations. We control the control.
I’ll eat you all in the end.
I work on margins. Yours.
A woman raises her head higher than anyone.
I am the Little Woman. I’m the Tender Warrior
who votes like her husband. Who took my breasts.
A final figure rises, carrying all the clubs.
Stop or I’ll shoot a hole-in-one.
I’m the Chief of All Police. I eat meat.
We know the enemy. You better believe it.
We’re watching all you paranoids. Go ahead & laugh.
You’re all in the computer. We’ve got all
your numbers. Except one
unidentified flying asshole.
On the radar screen.
Some dumb bird.
Every time I shoot it down
it rises.
yes, dog movies are sad but do you ever think abt when in Rise of the Guardians when Jack dies to save his little sister and you then you think abt your own brother dying to save you and start crying bc he was an amazing future ahead of him with a wife and children but you’re a depressed lesbian who would no doubt be a disappointment to your parents (if they knew) but your brother already knows and he still loves you despite it?
being a younger sibling is so weird, like I just want to get closer to you. I didn’t mean it when I called you stupid. why don’t you text me back, we live one room apart. you live in a world I cant comprehend, and I live in a world you can’t comprehend, why won’t you let me get closer? but also sir wtf why did you take the last of the ice you bitch.
Being estranged from your sibling you endured years of physical and emotional torture from but also used to be very close to and looked up to as a kid kind of feels like getting your heart ripped out of your chest every single day
Genera+ion (2021) - 1x14
#that's it that's the show
me when I'm normal
Fun Fact about me :
I may seem only a romantic shadowpeach shipper , because in my ideas there's usually that kind of relationship , but in reality I like platonic/sworn-siblings/bio-siblings(My favorite)/best friends shadowpeach just as much if not more as the romantic one
But I don't know how to write them as platonic/siblings/friends so I usually write them as a couple because I have more experience in writing characters in a romantic relationship
It's an idea of FIC I work on
TALIA HAD ANOTHER SON
I really like brothers' relationships, I believe that they are special, strong, and not easily broken. And Damian has three older brothers.. well not anymore...
Talia was not honest when she said that Damian was her only (firstborn) son, because (Elias) breaks her saying about it, Elias is Talia's first son and she gave birth to him about six years before Damian, the reason why the latter is not in Damian's life is his exposure Exile from Damian's grandfather on the accusation that Elias is too weak to be his heir
Elias lived the rest of his life in exile from his only family, following the news of this family intermittently until it was completely cut off after he knew that (his blood) had moved to Gotham, where his father...
Gotham is Elias' next destination...
I have held that title for a very long time!!
Homicidal Liu and Jeff The Killer (Woods brothers platonic)
tw: angst, description of past violence, memories.
author's notes: I still hold the opinion that Jeff is a lone killer and he wouldn't become one of the proxies at gunpoint. But I love the Woods brothers too much, so I'm willing to betray my principles for the sake of this story.
Jeff hates that he's here, that he's among the same lunatics that his younger brother is. He hates hearing his voice, he hates feeling his presence, he hates that he survived.
It would have been easier for him to accept that Liu died after his younger brother brutally murdered him, gutted his organs and mutilated his body. It's easier to live with that, because based on that, Jeff can conclude that he's a monster. A bastard who doesn't need family, friends, or an environment, who copes with his ego and endless love of bloodshed. He didn't give a damn about how much it hurt, how his victims squirmed, how they begged him to stop while their faces bled from the pressure and distorted into a grimace of horror at the very sight of Jeff. After all, he didn't even cry when he plunged a blood-soaked knife into his own older brother's flesh for the umpteenth time. He was feeding off of how frantically Liu was trying to defend himself.
But now Jeff has to put up with being human. That it's typical for him to feel sorry, that he's typical to feel uncontrollable, overwhelming pain and despair. His own ego is bursting at the seams at the thought that he is sorry that seeing Liu like this is unbearable. Especially to see how he forgives Jeff, how he tries to get in touch, unobtrusively, carefully, as if Liu was the killer and Jeff was the victim.
Jeff would climb into his own skull, crushing the bone with his own hands, reach into the convolutions with his fingers and pull out the part that responds to regret. He dug into the very core so that he would never feel burdensome fucking guilt again. She makes he sick, she makes he sick. All these years he thought he was a monster, a psychopath. That's true, but is it typical for all of this to feel like you care?
Jeff stumbles into the mansion with a characteristic bang of the door hitting the wall. It was unusual for him to be quiet within these walls. Hedidn't t care who wants to sleep there. He's fucked up, he urgently needs to bury his nose in the pillow without even bothering to undress. It's winter now, and everyone gets sick, and falls into bed, so he wouldn't even think about waking someone up when they're knocked out like babies, but that's if he didn't care.
Clearing his throat, he trudges down the hallway when he notices the flickering firelight from the hall. Gears begin to work in his head despite his fatigue. At such a time, only a few creatures are awake: BEN, but he never stays alone in the mansion, it is typical for him to go to the cyberworld during his vacation; Sally, however, the static is not heard — she has trouble sleeping and sometimes Slenderman stays with her in his arms by the fireplace until the baby falls asleep.
Jeff took a few steps forward, peering into the hall, at first concluding that the fireplace had simply been forgotten to put out, but he notices that the firewood is fresh. At the same moment, he gets an electric shock that makes the hair on his neck stand on end - there's a folded striped scarf on the couch. Jeff hurries to escape, manages to take a few wide hurried steps away from the hall, as a painfully familiar voice is heard behind him, calling his name. Liu looks at his back with a kind of despair. Jeff can feel it.
Why the hell couldn't that bastard sleep-
«Just look at me».
Jeff doesn't even turn around. He stands there rooted to the spot, staring at one point and nervously clutching the handle of a knife in the pocket of his hoodie. He doesn't want to look at the scarred face, doesn't want to remember how his knife so easily split open his older brother's face. In any other setting, Jeff would have considered these scars beautiful just because they're shaped like a smile. The teeth are clenched until they crack somewhere in the skull. Finally Jeff responds with a negative shake of his head. He doesn't hear when Liu gets closer, despite Jeff's enhanced hearing.
«Jeffrey».
«Not today, okay? I'm fucked up, you know where you can find me»
«I'm tired of you avoiding me, too». Jeff makes a hoarse grunt, like it's something he never wanted to hear.
«I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't come here». He raises his voice, glancing over his shoulder at Liu. His heart skips a beat and he immediately turns away. Jeff knew that this conversation would take place, he knew that he would be alone with his brother, and he knew that he would delay this moment to the last drop. Jeff takes a step back, tries to turn away, when Liu walks around him and wraps his arms around his shoulders, almost escapes from the grip and, like a child, rests his chin on his chest just not to look just not to look just not to look-
Liu's arms are wrapped tightly around his body anyway, pressing his face against his lifeless black hair. Jeff's arms fell limply to either side of his body as he stared glassy-eyed through something. He was afraid to hug Liu back. It's scary that this body will incinerate at his touch or crack like a fragile relic. But he was tired, exhausted. He allowed himself to press his forehead slightly against his brother's shoulder, exhaling humbly.
«Aren't you scared?» Jeff asked in a low voice, hoping deep down for a "no" answer, even though he told himself it was absurd.
«I'm scared. It's scary that nothing alive moves in me anymore from someone else's pain, it's scary that we.. strangers».
It was on the tip of his tongue to say, «I'm afraid of what you've become». He's really scared at the thought of his little brother becoming this. Irreparably insane. Liu will never admit to himself that he still feels the same fear that night when he sees Jeff out of the corner of his eye in the corridors of the mansion.
But they're close. They're both scared and they're both in pain.
