#I told my sibling oh- that's not...

[fbfh]

pov dating james patrick march

James, placing a MASSIVE diamond ring on your finger: surprise my darling! I had this made especially for you :)

reader: oh my god????

James, with that Gomez Addams kind of affection: do you love it? :)

reader: of course! oh my god, it's gorgeous...

James: It's a 10 carat blood diamond. I had it mined just for you my love :)

reader: oh! oh that's not-

[voiider]

I think Tim should pull the same shit on Damian that my sister did to me and try to convince him that albatross are extinct

It doesn't matter what Damien says to try and dispute it, what research he does or facts he brings to the table. Tim pulls the "But have you ever seen one? Like in person?

[spaceacerat]

Shoutout to fellow sibling-abuse survivors.

Sibling abuse is said to be the most common form of domestic abuse, but also the least reported due to the circumstances surrounding it.

People tend to play it off as siblings being siblings, but it's not. If you lived in fear of your sibling(s), if you are traumatized/suffer PTSD from it, if they abused you in literally any damn way, even if you had good times or they helped you otherwise, it was still abuse and you should be able to speak on it and get the help you need to process it without it being downplayed.

Whether they were abused as well or not should not invalidate your own experience. They still hurt you. You're allowed to feel what you feel about it.

If someone tells you you have to talk to or forgive them because they're family, know that you do not actually have to. Not unless you want to.

Whether you interact with/forgive the ones who hurt you or not should be your choice. Don't let anyone pressure you until you're sure you're ready for it.

If you ever are ready, and you can talk about it with them when you've had some time apart (aka one of you moved out or you are certain they can't or won't try to hurt you again) and they seem more levelheaded, I hope you get the responses you need to move on.

If that never comes, I hope you can make peace with it on your own, or however you need to handle it emotionally to feel your best. If what you need to feel about it is just rage or dispair, then go ahead. Whatever works.

Just please. Take care of yourself. It can/might/will have a lasting impact, and you should be able to talk about it without hearing people say "Oh, that's just how it is with siblings!"

Because it's not supposed to be like that. There are siblings who grow up never hurting another sibling or have never had to fear the others cruelty.

It's just hard to recognize when you often hear people downplaying their own abuse as a natural consequence for growing up with others. It shouldn't be. This should not be the norm.

[thenon-fictiondays]

Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation 4-1

Chapter 4: Fall.

Part 1

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It might be September by now, but the sun’s rays know no bounds.

Heat from the weather aside, the schoolhouse on the coattails of summer break is permeated with the fervor of the students.

Among all those in the athletic clubs who have undergone away games and training camps, there are many who have deepened both their tans and their virility. The sense of achievement characteristic of those who kept up with their exercise lives within their growth spurts.

Hirano’s roommate is, once again, one of them.

Kagiura, who’s gotten a bit taller, has gotten used to high school, completely devoid of the anxiety he’d seemed to have around the time he’d started school.

Since they’d met up over the summer, he’s become more and more relaxed, and Hirano can’t help but think of him as a beloved younger brother.

Wait, but younger brothers don’t do things like give you earrings, do they?

Hirano isn’t really in a position to judge, with no siblings of his own.

He’d found his original earrings while organizing his luggage after returning from Kagiura’s countryside home. They’d fallen into his school bag and hidden themselves beneath the stiff bottom plate.

What should I do about it? he’d wondered, but figured well, whatever, and didn’t bother switching out his new ones. He’ll keep them in the dorm just in case, but ultimately plans to keep using the ones Kagiura gave him.

As soon as the new term starts, preparations for the Cultural Festival are full speed ahead. Even the first years, who aren’t used to running events without the guidance of a faculty member, are gradually gaining opportunities to build character. The Executive Committee members have so many responsibilities that it has become difficult to carry out their studies without the cooperation of their classmates.

Kagiura also has the situation of being part of the ‘Sports Recommendation Squad’, and his grades are not up to snuff. It would be good if they don’t take a hit from his extracurricular responsibilities, but that will come down to his own efforts.

It’s not just the Executive Committee members who are swamped. The students in the culture clubs are also at their busiest, and with the autumn tournament right around the corner, there’s no way the athletics clubs can cut back on practices.

The sweltering nights have yet to abate; yet despite these conditions which could even be called cruel, most of the students are eagerly awaiting the Cultural Festival. You might even get away with saying all of them.

Because, after all, girls come to visit the cultural festival. 

And even without that element, a festival is still a festival. 

This is a time when the whole student body is restless, so the Disciplinary Committee will be on top of keeping everyone in line—or such is their public stance, but they won’t be too strict about moderating uniforms and hair styles.

In any case, a high proportion of the students will be in costumes on the day of the festival. 

There's also at least one class cross-dressing every year. 

This year, that’s right, it's the class that Hirano is unfortunately a part of. More specifically, it's been decided that Hirano will be one of the ones in drag. 

Oiwa-san—a famous spirit who makes an appearance in the Yotsuya Kaidan.¹

There are many variations of the famous ghost story, in which Oiwa, the deceased wife, holding a grudge over the betrayal of her husband, Iemon, slaughters every last person involved. Apparently, they will be basing the makeup off of Tōkaidō Yotsuya Kaidan², which is popular among Hirano’s classmates.

He’d been shown reference images of the ghost, her face half disfigured and inflamed by poison, but the picture was nightmare fuel when viewed in the dark.

Supposedly it’s a style of Halloween makeup that’s been popular in recent years, but the trial makeup that had been applied to his arm after school in order to match the shade to his face had been truly grotesque.

This information is to be kept top secret until the last possible minute on the day of, in the interests of building hype.

While Hirano is putting away his homework, the door opens with a click.

His roommate is home.

It’s still bright outside, but the dining hall is just about to open for dinner.

“Hirano-san, I’m home!”

“Welcome home, Kagi-kun.”

These days, Kagiura usually gets a bit bashful in reply to Hirano’s greeting, seemingly tickled. So naive and innocent he must be, making such an expression with no fear of being misunderstood.

There were days they’d spent together, but summer vacation had been long.

There’s an air of a different kind of newness from the one there’d been in the period before they’d gotten used to sharing a dorm—Kagiura probably feels it too. At least, Hirano thinks so.

He feels closer to Kagiura compared to before. After all, he’s met his immediate and extended family, so of course they’d feel more intimate. It’s as if the part of himself that had been on guard while thinking about how to act as a senpai in his second year in the dorms has been absolved.

After Hirano had filled out his print-outs as if in competition with Kagiura, who’d spread out his homework in a frenzy, they’d headed to the dining hall a little later than usual.

It always takes him about 3 or 4 days to get back into the swing of dorm life.

Speaking of which, he thinks.

Before Kagiura moved into the dorms, Hirano had been quite nervous.

He’d talked to Hanzawa about it one time when the Disciplinary Committee had a meeting, and they’d brainstormed strategies to avoid scaring Kagiura off.

He’d also felt it would be a waste of his efforts if he was only friendly at the beginning of their time spent living together; thus, they’d come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be too far out of Hirano’s depths to give him a nickname and use “-kun”.

Oh yeah, that’s right. At the beginning I called him Kagiura-kun.

He’s been calling his name every day, enough that he’d ended up shortening it, thinking it’s too long and clunky.

Kagiura has morning practice tomorrow, too, so there's no way he can let him oversleep.

Hirano got that, but there was something on his mind that just wouldn’t go away, so he asked before shutting off the lights. 

".....Hey, um. I know you're working hard, so I don't wanna rain on your parade, but are your studies going all right? I haven't heard how your proficiency test went yet."

As the words leave his mouth, he thinks, what am I, a private tutor? and laughs drily to himself.

For the results of the test held right after summer break, a list ranking every student in their grade and the standard score were passed out to each person, the same as for the periodic exams.

For first years, they can be used as nothing more than a reference, but due to the breadth of the material covered, in some cases they might be used to determine which schools to apply to when compared to results from previous cram schools.

“...I just barely passed.”

“What’s the damage?”

“The teacher said, ‘You didn’t do badly enough that I need to pull you aside, but keep working hard’...”

“I see.”

Which is bad in and of itself, really.

Kagiura hangs his head dejectedly, and Hirano’s tempted to comfort him all the more for having seen the extent of his efforts, but his lack of preparation is unmistakable.

“Kagi-kun, after the cultural festival is over, you gotta step it up. If you miss some of the notes, get someone to show you theirs before the next day. Don’t let them build up. If you end up with a backlog of notes to take, you’re not gonna be able to understand them.”

Hirano knows deep down he’s probably worrying too much, but he keeps the expression on his face stern. The beginning is the key to everything. Among his classmates in the ‘Sports Recommendation Squad’ who, like Kagiura, are bad students, there are many whose grades plummeted after going on to their second year.

Who knew he’d become this much of a worrywort after becoming someone’s senpai?

“Yeah…Hirano-san, will you teach me again?”

“Sure. But you better bring back good grades.”

“I will! …By the way, can I ask you something?”

He ducks his head as he asks the question, a gesture with all the charm one would expect from someone as cute as him.

“What’s up?”

“When you were a first year, did the senpai you roomed with teach you how to study, too?”

“Nah, no way.”

“Hm…did you not get along?”

“It’s not that we didn’t get along, we just weren’t really that close. I wasn’t nearly as friendly a kouhai as you are.”

This is usually the case for dorm students. Hanzawa, contemptuous of homosexual relations, has a reputation in certain circles for having a finely-tuned gaydar and showing up to cockblock any time he senses anyone getting a little too close.³

His distaste isn’t unwarranted; apparently it has to do with his family, so even Hirano feels bad for him.

“...Does that make me special, then?”

“Why are you so happy about that?”

At Hirano’s jests of what are you, a dog? Kagiura breaks into a grin.

“Yeah. You know, I’m glad I’m your roommate, Hirano-san.”

Hirano smiles wryly; Kagiura’s got him wrapped around his little finger without a hint of insincerity.

With Kagiura cozying up to him like this, he doesn’t stand a chance.

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T/N: (1) Not sure I need to add more info on this to the story, but it's pretty interesting, so you can read more about it here.

(2) A movie based on the story made in 1959.

(3) Yall....idek what to say about this. I tried to keep the tone lighthearted but the original text literally says 'gay-hating Hanzawa' and describes his feelings as disgust. Idk why the writer put this but our boy is NOT like that 😭 I actually broke my vow of not looking at the official TL just to see how they handled this bit and they completely watered it down lmao. and tbh, yall know my dedication to accuracy but I WAS TEMPTED. While going back and forth about what I should do, I told my sister about it, and she suggested that Hanzawa doesn't actually hate gays, he just hates gay sex and will stand for none of it in his dorm so...we're going with that interpretation ����🙃💀🙃

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[lunarstar-fell]

Never going to feel more older sister protection for anyone as much I do Damien Wayne.

I grew up with this kid I’ve watched him become everything he is and you know what he is?? My baby. That’s right.

Like of course I love Dick and Tim and Jason just as much but my loyalties gotta lie somewhere and I chose this angry pubescent kid like 11 years ago.

[jonathanbyersphd]

The other nice thing about s1 is that you're really only following like 4 stories. And they all feed into the same overarching plot. (None of the random Russia nonsense)

[lesbiansanemi]

Was doing so good holding it together today but now that I’m laying down and trying to sleep I’m tearing up and I can feel that I’m about to burst into tears any second now

[coquelicoq]

did i tell u guys about how my family, who have been lukewarm at best and vaguely antagonistic at worst about using they/them pronouns for my nonbinary sibling, did a complete 180 upon learning that my sibling is also good with she/her...like i can't even tell you how hard it's been to get them to even just try to use they/them and then they hear she/her and a switch is flipped in their brains that goes "you are an asshole actually" and all of a sudden my mom is buying PROTECT TRANS KIDS t-shirts and my grandmother's apologizing to me when she messes up. okay i'm glad you got there eventually but if this capability was inside you all along i don't understand why you couldn't have been doing this with the they/them set. like my grandmother told me a couple years ago that she wasn't even going to make an effort because she was probably going to die soon (<-completely made up excuse; obviously any of us could die at any time, and she is old, but she's in good health and her mother lived to be 100) and therefore wouldn't be seeing my sibling often enough for it to matter??? but she/her is worth the effort where they/them was not, apparently. like again i can't complain about the outcome but i am very much complaining about how we got here. what even is this.

[thormanick]

Also regarding the last archon quest,

*sigh* do we think that Dain was the baby of the group before the fallout orrrrrrr-

[pathologicalrunaway]

are seed of hope and hopeful steward related

[swampthing07]

My dad knows I'm non binary, but we've never directly talked about it. The closest we've talked about is once he found a video on gender envy that I had watched and he watched it. He brought it up and said "You know, it's normal to feel that way, I've felt that way before." SO THROW BACK TO THE TIME MY DAD TOLD ME HE'S FELT GENDER ENVY

[trees-to-meet-you]

Sibling forced me to dress up as golden Freddy and watch the fnaf movie gonna be honest I wasn’t a fnaf kid but since they’ve gotten into it I’ve tried to too but anyway yeah I may have next to no idea what’s going on but it was pretty great

[skillzissuez]

Depression is all fun and games until your skipping school even though you’re weeks behind because you quite literally can’t get out of bed

[8millionscorpions]

also thinking abt the immigrant workers they hire as part of like. company deal for them visiting america cuz of the motel chains (extremely extremely common in this city) and at the last motel we were at there was a dude who happened to have had the same exact name as a really really popular celebrity n he was visiting from brazil, so he could transfer USD to BRL for the currency rate so he could send home his family money back home. he was sooo sweet. one time some weirdo guy was following me and Ace. so we told him all freaked out cuz he was in the lobby. and he went LOOKING AROUND the property for him after we gave him a description of the guy with our other homeless friends. like damn i felt so looked out for that day

[avionvadion]

Welp. Dog was put to sleep, grandma is going to be put in a nursing home soon if she’s unable to recover from her surgery, one of my siblings are currently trying to escape a very toxic relationship, and my dad is apparently in the ICU recovering from COVID and a collapsed lung. Which I only found out by happenstance today.

What a month.

That said, my eldest sister DID get her dream job teaching mortuary science despite her young age. So like. That’s one good thing. You know. Considering everyone else is either dying or trying to die.

Looks like Inuyasha is going to continue being my hyperfixation for the foreseeable future. T’is my comfort. Please excuse me as I proofread the next chapter so I don’t have a breakdown. ☠️

[chaos-has-theories]

I have this coworker who always asks me how I am and how my family is and how my father is doing (they vaguely know each other)

And it's like. I'll say "haha yeah pretty good!" and then we stare at each other like two frogs who have forgotten how to social but man I can can NOT elaborate unless the definition of smalltalk changes real quick