Siblings - Blog Posts

Did y'all know my 12 year old sister knows I be swooning over the cod men, and relentlessly teases me about it. (Her and my dad play Cod. Like they are crazy fucking good at it.)

Well I was in the car with her once and I had my Tumblr open. And my mom asked me a question so I leaned forward to talk to her about it. And when I looked at my sister, she was looking at my phone and eyeing the gif of Ghost leaning forward wearing that fitted grey long sleeve? (It was the opening of a fanfic)

And she eyeballed me because she suddenly knew just how sad I was. She knew exactly what kind of dumb shit I read now

And she started laughing and talking but I clamped a hand over her mouth and I kept saying "SHUT UP SHUT UP ILL GIVE YOU TEN DOLLARS IF YOU SHUT UP."

And my clueless parents kinda kept glancing and chuckling thinking we were just playing around. Meanwhile I was fighting for the rest of my dignity in that backseat and she was ready to out me to my dad.

some slightly inappropriate auslan lessons with kallamar!

1.12.2024- Suited Siblings With a bit of inspiration for The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker, I was struggling a bit with balancing chibis that range in detail/age but I always loved this on GameCube. I have a few books about it and took to trying to use the style I love. The background was also partially inspired by Slime Rancher's trees with how soft they look. This is a collection of homebrew gorgon/wendigo hybrids, the furthest being my darling Spade and the eldest being Euci. They all represent variations for the tarot/playing card suits.

First starting college and moving away, the empty bus at night, walking home in the rain, city lights and the sound of traffic, feeling like a stranger in the place where you live, all consuming loneliness, paper coffee cups and cigarette smoke, the sinking feeling in your chest when you see your younger sibling all grown up, drinking bitter red wine out of mugs.

Felt like other siblings could resonate with this card and it’s stupidity.

I don’t express affection very outwardly and my sister does and my parent love her for it. Kinda hurt NGL🙃

This is such an accurate representation of how it feels to have older siblings who do well

Evelyn’s Siblings

Firstborn - Real name : Shigeki

American name : William

1911-1942

Secondborn - Real name : Ureshi Zō

American name : Howard

1911-1956

Thirdborn - Real name : Kumaoku

American name : Arthur

1911-1944

Fourthborn - Real name : Mizūmi

American name : Evelyn

1917-1953

And her older brother doesn't approve of Blitzø

(They're still in the testing phase clothes-wise, me and my friend Dani are still working on that end, but personality and names are down the same for birth and death years)

Online friend wanting me to draw Euron recreating the lion king scene with one of Xavier's robo children and Xavier ready to punch this bitc-

Me: YE S.

Being the middle child and what it means

I think we've all stumbled upon the silly jokes on Pinterest and even here about what it means to be the middle child. A bunch of brave souls have even posted comedic reels on TikTok explaining in a funny way a lot of things middle children go through. However, I am not here to talk about those.

No, I am here to talk about how tiring it is to be the middle child for a whole other reason. You are always the mediator; you are always trying to balance things out between the older and the youngest sibling. The mediator between the other siblings and the parents. Probably, it's not the same for all middle children; but God am I tired of always trying to explain to every single person in my family what the other means. Always the one the others are going to complain to. For a while it is nice, you are seen, you are trusted, but how much weight can you carry? You get to understand everyone but no one gets you or each other because they just can't speak their minds to each other.

The double role you have to fill in; not just a younger sibling but also an older one as well. It takes some time to get used to. Especially, when the youngest sibling is younger for more than three years. Personally, I still can't shake my younger sibling behaviour off; I still make my older brother's life a living hell. I still prank him in the way only younger siblings do. He is the one I call when I don't know something, cause it's easier to ring him than search it on Google. At the same time, I can't help constantly worrying about my little brother; I need to put him to bed when he is drunk and emotional, set a bucket by his bed and make sure he sleeps on his side. I still whine at my older brother when he doesn't go along with all my whims but I also act the same as him with our younger brother.

Being the middle child means you are always in the middle of everything whether you want it or not. It is tiring, it is tough, and sometimes it drives you insane. Nevertheless, I wouldn't change it for the world.

Sore muscles and Sibling love

My little brother came to the gym with me last week cause I wanted us to workout together one last time before he left for uni. Later, when we arrived home, our mom told me that he usually gets his workouts done during the weekdays and lets himself rest on the weekends. So basically, he had an extra workout because I wanted to lift some weights with him for the last time in what might be months before we see each other again. We now live in totally different cities which are a 9-hour drive away from each other, but I still have the sore muscles from our workout two days ago and the knowledge that he cares enough to actually waste his rest day for me. Siblings are a pain in the ass sometimes, but -God- do they care. My brothers are infuriating, but these little acts of love show how much they care. They may be annoying, but they are always there. Even if we don't live in the same place anymore.

Siblings: I'll give you my kidney but you can't have a bite from my pudding

I stumbled upon a video on tiktok about how one would do anything for their siblings apart from something really simple. And you know it's true. All of those who have siblings know it's true. Of course, I am going to cover you to our parents when you are out getting tattoos, but no I am not taking the trash out for you.

My little brother had an "adventure" of sorts this summer and ended up in the hospital. He is completely fine, there is nothing to worry about now. But back then the doctors said that if he hadn't come to the hospital when he had, he would be in desperate need of a kidney transplant and probably a liver one as well. It goes without saying how worried my parents were. My older brother and I were too, but had there been the need, we would be racing towards the hospital to give him one of our kidneys. No questions asked, we would be there. And we know he would do the same too.

It's those things but also the most trivial that show how much you care about one another. It is how my little brother always picks up his phone when I call him, even when he is out clubbing. It's how whenever I call any of my brothers to keep me company while I walk home at night, they are always there with no complaints.

It's how they always check whether I am wearing my seatbelt before they start the car. They may not bring me my charger when I ask them to or tell me to go get a glass of water myself. But it's how they will pay for my coffee when we are out together and even remember my order. It's how I know they can tell when I am struggling.

So yeah, siblings. They get on your nerves. Most of the time you don't want to do what they tell you to, or don't want to give them your things. You always fight and snitch on each other over the stupidest things. BUT, they are a friend for life. You know that no matter what, they are there. Sometimes, I don't know what to do with this information. How lucky one can be, to have siblings right? No matter the scraped knees and the bruises from all the fights.

I have to admit something. Having siblings is a blessing, but it is also cruel. What do you mean I have to live 18 years of my life with them and then just walk away? Go into the world and live as an adult and make plans in order to see them? Live in a house on my own, not having to hide the remote or wake up earlier in the morning in order to use the bathroom first? What kind of fuckery is this? There is a possibility that I won’t even be within driving distance from them? I spend 18 years with them, laughing, crying, arguing, cheering, fighting and making all kinds of memories only to have to walk away from seeing them everyday?

I know that this isn’t always the case, that I can also see my siblings every day once I am an adult too. But to have to make plans in order to do so? To check if they are available to go grab a coffee or watch a movie? It seems so weird and a bit cruel to me. How can we go from seeing each other constantly to living far away from each other? It seems so strange...

siblings are so difficult to write bc nothing can quite encapsulate fully the experience of having a younger brother t pose into your room before fortnite dancing to say good night

I can still relate to him even after all these years, the oldest (and smartest) of four siblings yet I barely get any respect and still have moments of stupidity.

3 decades of Donatello.

ough i started thinking about the inherent tragedy of a spare heir

what if you and your sister had the same tutors, same arms instructor, same conversations with your mother regarding politics and strategies and the million terrible choices a ruler must make. but all of them, from your nursery governess to your fencing coach to your mother herself, knew that she was real and you-- weren't. not yet. only if the unthinkable happened. what if you were a walking reminder that she wasn't invincible. what if you were tragedy's page, carrying its train, walking soft in the shadow of all of their hopes that you would never be needed.

Look at these adorable babies!(5 minutes before disaster)

they're waiting for grunkle stan to pick them up

when you and your younger sibling are fighting and you hit them with the "you're an idiot" and they pull an uno reverse "you're an idiot" like, you weren't supposed to copy paste word for word, you gotta put some creativity into it a little personality maybe, you can't just switch the font to comic sans at that point ur proving the author's better than you.

here's a snippet and the link to the new story i wrote about the bloody mary girl from jazzpunk:

Do people not show this man gratitude for being kind and helping them out? She doesn’t think about it too much and quickly slurps down the drink, trying to keep her face from scrunching up at the taste. Not wanting to upset the man that was trying to do good, She forced a smile on her face and told him how yummy it was. The man walks away looking just about as confused as she was.

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