#little brother problems

[stxrrstruckk]

guys my 9 yr old brother reminds me of me

so he was rlly upset today bc he lost a voting thingy for art in school to the most popular kid bc he has a lot of friends who voted for him and none of my little brother’s friends are in his class

he started crying rlly quietly and no one saw except me so i climbed to the backseat of the car (we were driving home from somewhere) and he just

broke down

he put his head on my lap and started crying

and bc i feel others peoples pain whenever they like FEEL, i just held him and cried a bit too

i said he didn’t have to tell me anything if he didn’t want to (he didn’t want to)

he just cried a bit

but my little sister (she’s 7) would not shut the fuck up, she was practically yelling, thank god she wasn’t in the back w me and him

his head started hurting

and i told her to be quiet but she WOULD NOT STOP

so eventually he just closed down and turned away from me

but i still stayed with him

and i wish i had someone to do that kind of stuff for me and i dont, so i try to be that for other people

but he reminded me of myself bc i don’t let myself break down, im closed off too, my friends sometimes don’t feel like they care abt me, etc.

but yea,

he’s doing better now

i hope

or maybe he’s just pretending to be fine

just like i do

[unorigional-person]

so i accidentally elbowed my brother.

he told me to jump off a cliff. call me crazy but i think i might not be loved :) edit: it took over two hours for my mother to talk to my brother about it :')

[warriorofchaos223]

My brother saw me making a ref sheet for a Sonic au and said “Not this again” like I care about his opinion.

[thelingering]

Let me tell you all a little story.

My little brother was young, I was young (I don't recall what precise age, but somewhere around 5 for him and 9 for me), and our household at the time was pretty lively most of the time people were home. For reference, our living room, kitchen, dining area, and stairwell were all openly connected, with the only wall residing between the kitchen and then living room.

Our dining area was the access to the garden via sliding glass door, so it was always well-lit during the day, and the furniture consisted of a large wooden table, chairs, and a shelf with a 20 gallon fish tank on it.

WELL ONE DAY business is going about as usual, everyone's mulling about the gaff, when this massive crash comes from the dining room. My mother heard it first, rushing to the scene to deter anyone from approaching the affected area.

I come bolting down the stairs with all the pent-up energy of a 9 year-old boy who heard a catastrophic sound, and when I reach the scene of the crime, I see the following:

My mother, standing towards the edge of the dining room in complete disbelief and/or (let's be honest, it's both) horror, revving her maternal engines to deal with this as well as she can;

My brother, standing next to the fish tank, with a smile that seemed like he had just drank a quart of his beloved chocolate milk (which is another story);

And about 10 gALLONS OF WATER AND THE OCCASIONALLY SPACED DANIO FISH LOITERING CASUALLY ON THE FLOOR, WHO HAD ASSUMABLY JUST COME FROM THEIR 12 TO 12 IN THE FISH TANK THROUGH THE NEWLY INSTALLED ENTRANCE OF A MASSIVE 6 INCH HOLE

Now you must understand, outside of the glass doors leading to the garden sat a concrete patio to stand on (or sit or dance or do whatever you're into I suppose), and flanking that patio on either side is a rock patch full up on well over fist-sized rocks.

See, what had happened, as evidenced by the new resident of the fish tank (a rock the size of my little brother's head), was that my little brother had taken a massive rock into the house, and thought to his little self, 'hm, what can one do with a rock', and then proceeded to SMASH the ROCK into the FISH TANK. WITHOUT HESITATION.

So overall, my brother nearly replaced the 'two birds, one stone' metaphor with 'screw it, rocks'll take out anything'.

Disclaimer for the fellow animal-lovers here, my mother saved every last fish that day

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[drabbles-of-writing]

"Kai's good with kids!" slightly incorrect. Kai is good with stubborn, troublesome kids. Dudes been shown to be dogshit when solely interacting with pretty much all people younger than him except for Nya, Lloyd, & Wyldfyre

He raised Nya, but we know that girl. We've seen her. I know she was a NIGHTMARE kid. She has strong opinions, holds grudges, and does whatever she wants. I love her for this. I also know teenage Kai was fighting for his LIFE. Lloyd was Little Shit Extraordinaire, and he didn't have the bonus of being blood-related to Kai, so Kai had 0 incentive to like him. Even still, Kai heard a small child in distress and immediately Locked In and decided awesome, I'm protecting you forever now. Wyldfyre similarly annoyed the absolute shit out of him, but Kai had his Growth. He still threw hands with Wyldfyre but the difference here is he knew she could fight back. He clocked pretty immediately she had an impatient temper but had a very strong love for her tiny family of 2 (oh hey s1 Kai when'd you get here) and in NO time began flawlessly mentoring.

Kai is like a guy who went to a camp for troubled youths, grew up, then decided to become a counselor at that same camp. He can wrangle a teenage dirtbag out of an alley like a stray cat but if you put him in the same room as a fairly normal kid he's looking at them like this

[bet-on-me-13]

Trigons Backup Plan

So! Trigon knew from the moment his Daughter was taken in by the Monks of Azarath that it would be difficult to turn her to his will. He wasn't stupid, he knew just how hard it would be to make his daughter turn on everything she has ever known in her (very short) life.

He can't really blame her, even he believed that indiscriminate mass murder was wrong until his mid-200's, he just needs to wait for her to grow out of it.

But until then he still needs a way into the DC Universe. And if his daughter wouldn't help, then he could always just make a 2nd one.

So, he searches and eventually finds a Couple of Scientists who seem to be good targets. They are researching Magic and Ghosts, so he makes a Demonic Pact with them. He will give them the secrets needed to complete their Research, and in exchange all he asks is that they help him bare a child.

They agree, and Danny Fenton is born.

Danny was supposed to become a Hellmouth when he turned 16, unlocking his Demonic Powers and opening the way for Trigon to enter the DC Universe so he could conquer it.

Instead he managed to get himself killed at 14. Then he managed to come back to life as a Halfa, he got himself adopted by Clockwork, and he usurped the Throne of the Infinite Realms in the span of 1 year, therefore putting himself on the same level as his Father on the cosmic scale.

So there goes his Backup Plan.

Dammit.

...

Meanwhile Raven is panicking. She had been messing around with her Friends when they asked about the Spells she could do, and she off-handedly mentioned that she could cast Family Tracking Spells.

One thing led to another, and they all wanted to know if they had secret family. Then they asked if she wanted to try as well, and for some reason she agreed.

And long story short, she has a little brother somehow. A little brother who is only a few weeks away from turning 16, who doesn't know the Azarathian Spells she learned to prevent his own transformation into a Hellmouth.

Oh shit...

[puppypaws217]

can you. um. can you please be my little brother and you’ve never gotten hard before and you don’t know what’s happening, and you come to me crying because you’re confused and aching. and i try so, so hard to be responsible, to keep it appropriate and educational. i even pull up a video for you to watch, to teach you. but every time i try to give you some privacy, you look up at me with those big wet eyes and i have to sit back down next to you and watch you twitch in your sleep shorts and try to resist the urge to grind into my own hand

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 3

Now, Danny has a horrible sense of time. If he can't see the stars, he can't tell time without a clock. But, he was sure it'd been hours by now. Hours of sitting in the dark, ignoring Cassandra and they still weren't leaving him alone.

And Danny was hoping to sleep that night. Looks like that's not happening.

At some point, Danny couldn't say when, Cassandra had left the closet, though they left the door open. They'd come back in a bit later. They told him that they'd unblocked the door, but that no one was going to come in.

Danny hated that. He'd curled further into himself.

He'd toyed with the idea of just going intangible and invisible and just noping out of there, but he wouldn't be able to until Cassandra left him the hell alone. Something they were very much not doing.

"I know it's hard to be in a new place," this was another attempt to get him to speak. It would fail like all the other times. "We're not trying to hold you here against your will. You're not a prisoner."

Distantly, he wondered what Talia had told Damian about his coming to stay the summer in Gotham. Danny was very much there against his will, only going along with what Talia wanted because she had people watching his actual family. She wanted him to get along with Damian, to become an ally to the Bat that he can call upon at any give and time. She wanted him to be at their every beck-and-call like he refused to be for the League. Deathstroke wanted him to kill them from the inside out.

It's a miracle those two ever got along long enough to agree to use their collective DNA to create him. A clone he may be, but he still has two parents.

"I don't know what lie you guys were told," he whispered into the darkness, "nor do I care. Stop trying to get answers because I'm not giving them to you."

"You're scared, I get it-"

"I'm not fucking scared!" He shouted, "Get the hell out and leave me the fuck alone!"

He breathed heavy, hiding his face back in his arms. He heard Cassandra stand, open the door, leave, and close the door behind themself. Then, following their footsteps, he heard the door to the room he'd been forced into unlock, open, and then close again.

Invisible, he uncurled and left the closet. He was quick to lock and block the door again. Then, he activated his flight ability and used the broken window to climb up onto the roof.

It was night. No matter that Bristol was across the river, not even attached to Gotham Proper, he couldn't see the stars through the smog. Not even from the highest spire of the Manor.

"This sucks," he whispered.

A snort from the window in the tower below him. "Don't I know it." Danny stiffened, but didn't otherwise react. "The name's Jason. Don't use the roof to hide from vigilantes." They pulled themself out of the window and climbed up to sit near him. The closest they could get was the roof top. They whistled appreciatively. "You must have the best balance in the word to be sitting up there, kid."

"Don't call me kid."

They shrugged and sat down, "Cass said you've been hiding in your closet all day," they said, "She also said you told her you're not scared."

Danny scowled. "Did she also tell you that I told her to fuck off? Because I thought I was very clear about that."

Jason didn't react to the language he'd used. "She said you're acting pretty scared."

"I'm not-!"

"'Scared'. That's what everyone says."

"You're not listening." Danny growled at them. They shut up. "I'm not scared. I'm avoiding you because I don't want to be here."

It was quiet for a moment. Then, "Then leave."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

He didn't say anything. It would get back to Damian who would tell Talia. She'd probably kill Jazz or Dani out of spite.

Jason hummed. "I think it's a bit more than that."

"Think what you want."

"I will." They stood. "I'm gonna go tell the rest you've left your room. Dickie bird's been sulking for hours because you won't talk to him. Everyone's been excited to meet their new brother-"

Danny's powers lashed out as he bristled, freezing the spire and rooftop he and Jason were on. "I'm not your brother!"

"Woah!" Jason threw their hands up to catch their balance. "Chill, dude."

He scowled at the pun. It was funny, but he hadn't felt like laughing since Talia dragged him away from his home with little to no notice.

Jason caught their balance, then sighed. "Don't stay out here too late, yeah?"

Danny watched them pick their way across the ice before climbing down to the tower window. He let his invisibility wash over him as he got more comfortable on the rounded off spike he'd claimed. He'd stay out as long as he damn well pleased, Jason. No one gets to tell him what to do.

Part 5

[squidsinashirt]

Further update: @thunderbird-3-best-bird I know it was you. You better hope I take a few hours to get these divers because I will be home and vengeful.

5am, rise and shine 🐠

Edit: swim abandoned 10 minutes later for a rescue but hey, we tried right?

Also if anybody sees me today, SOMEBODY on this island has taken my hair gel and I was in a bit of a rush so… don’t judge.

[atmilliways]

What if a fic where Eddie finds Steve so pretty and cute and at times downright adorable that he keeps wanting to bite him, but he can't because they're friends. Eddie isn't even out to Steve, doesn't want to risk it. So instead of biting, he ends up grinding his teeth a lot.

He starts getting a lot of really bad tension headaches, which brings Steve even closer into his orbit because Steve is very sympathetic (and secretly, selfishly, kind of likes having a headache buddy, because it sucks but at least they're not, like, alone). Which means Eddie grinds his teeth more and ends up with more frequent headaches.

But trying to avoid Steve results in Steve showing up outside his door with over the counter painkillers, tea, Gatorade, Pedialyte, hot and cold compresses, high quality sleep masks for cutting out light while he rests, essential oils, anything he knows that works for him when he gets a migraine. He offers scalp massages and times his compress use and refills his cup of whatever he's hydrating with and even guides Eddie to the bathroom when he doesn't want to crack an eye open to navigate the hallway.

I don't know how it ends, but at one point Steve asks Robin if migraines are contagious. She wants to grab him and shake him a little bit because what no, but he just looks so earnest and concerned and maybe a little guilty, it'd be like kicking a puppy.

[stump-not-found]

Ok, weird question: What would canon!Ford think of theuses!Ford and vice versa?

"damn, nice fit"

[library-windows]

also, simultaneously

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He was just being a silly little guy!

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[347-emeraldbitch]

Percy: No.

Fred: Damn, we didn’t even ask yet

George: What about-

Percy: Still no. Even to Ginny.

Ron: Oh my fucking god!!??!?!

Percy: Ronald!!!

Ron: 😇

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Thinking about Darrel watching Ponyboy pull away and watching him go quiet after everything that happens. Maybe go quiet isn’t right, Pony has always been quiet, now he was silent. And Darrel wishes he could snap his fingers and his brother would talk to him or talk to anyone about what’s going on in his head because Darrel can’t read his mind, no matter how badly he wishes he could.

I think there was one point where Darrel was watching his brother basically disassociate right in front of him and he wishes he could turn back time, even for a moment. He wishes he could go back to a time when large movements didn’t make his baby brother flinch back. A time when he was still starry eyed and completely hopeful.

He wants to go back and he wants to smack teenage Darrel over the head and tell him to start appreciating what he has. He wants to tell past him to stop skipping out on family dinners and stop complaining about taking his brothers to the drive in. He wants to shake his teenage self and tell him that he doesn’t know how good he has it. His parents make dinner. His dad watches football with him on Sundays. His mama makes the most perfect chocolate cake. His younger brother wears a real smile and laughs genuinely. His baby brother still follows him around and looks at him like he hung the stars in the sky. And he took it for granted.

Darrel’s chest aches when he remembers a time when he was still a kid and he had dreams of getting out. But it aches even more when he remembers a time when his brothers could still look at the world with hope instead of the fear and pain that fills their eyes now.

Maybe some part of Darrel knows that he isn’t the best person for his brothers. He knows they deserve more financial stability and a more present adult than he can ever give them. But the bigger and more selfish part of him refuses to give them up. Maybe Pony doesn’t follow him around anymore, maybe Soda’s smiles aren’t completely real anymore. Maybe they deserve more than he’ll ever be. But they’re the only family he has and he cannot lose them too.