#little sister eleven

[cakeyouareoh]

All the talk about siblings has got me wondering if a certain experience is a common phenomenon or not.

Did you, providing you had younger siblings with let’s say an at least 5 yr age gap between you and them, have a younger sibling that was your “baby”? (aka you wanted to hold them all the time, dress them up, get them up from naps, basically just treat them like your own kid. Not necessarily in a kid-who-is-super-nurturing-and-into-baby-dolls way, just that you were super attached.)

A reblog to reach more people would be nice, if you’d like :).

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinking about my human doctors au again. out of all of his little siblings, nine is closest to thirteen. i know this in my soul. that is his weird little gremlin sister.

[messrsbyler]

forever mad with the duffer brothers bc they didn't give us a jonathan/el hug when they found her in s4

[margindoodles2407]

mmm i have so many siblings and cousins stories from vacation to tell. in the morning

[odietamox]

my mom told me to keep a secret from my little sister but now my sister told me that out dad told her this exact thing and to keep it secret from me. what the fuck.

[lockdown-bard]

Doctor Who is amazing because it's managed to keep on going for 60 years now and I love how you can connect different generations through it.

On the other hand, I think about how my mum was also a 10-year-old obssessed with DW as well at some point and I get a little bit misty eyed.

[ratasum]

Aftermath

Days pass. The next step looms. How to move forward becomes harder to see.

Or: Qirri struggles to cope with the reopened wounds of childhood trauma.

“Oh by the pinion gears- we’ll be overrun at this rate!”

It was strange, to have those thoughts rattling around in her head. Or perhaps “strange” wasn’t the exact right word. Perhaps it was better to say unsettling. It wasn’t as if she didn’t remember the events of Claw Island as clearly as if they’d happened yesterday.

Trying to breathe in the sickly mixture of briny air and the sour scent of rot and decay from the once dead shambling in their direction.

Struggling with shaking hands to try to put together a rifle turret, head down, breathing already labored, before being interrupted by someone screaming for her to move and looking up. A risen abomination. Massive, fast, barreling down on her with incredible speed.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t react. Her rifle was right there!

Grab it, grab it GRAB IT-

Her grip tightened on the ventilator mask in her hand, checking over the crack that ran through it. No point in repairing this one- the damage was pretty severe. A total loss. Maybe she ought to consider Yao’s idea of using a modified breather like the ones some of the miners used out in the Jade Sea. She’d have to ask them to get her one she could take a look at.

Or maybe see if Joon had one. She tended to keep all sorts of tech lying around the mansion sometimes.

Deft hands began to dismantle the one she was holding, pulling out ruined filters and unscrewing the tubing that had led to the dispenser tank she kept hooked to her belt. That part seemed undamaged at least. It could be reused.

Damn ley abomination. Just her luck it would hit her just like that. Garrus’s voice crying out her name, concerned as always, still rung in her ears-

“Qirri look out!”

In the moment of time it could have taken for her to be trampled into the dirt, she found the wind knocked out of her as someone bodied her out of the way, turning around just in time to see the abomination slam into Garrus instead. She saw his arm crumple, watched him roll out of the way and hit the ground hard.

He hit the ground and he did not move.

Her shoulders curled tightly inward as she gave her head a hard shake, dispelling the memories as best she could. Of one of the charr Lionguard pulling Garrus up to get him out the gates. Of Forgal and Tybalt and dear, dear Sieran hurrying them all out to get them to safety. Of Sieran cradling her face and insisting it would be all right-

“I should have known I couldn’t rely on a child.”

“You were too little, ruby eyes. Too small, too young. I should have known you could never handle this weight. You could never be strong enough.”

“Poor, weak little ruby eyes…”

The gasp she let out was so sharp it sent her into a coughing fit. She’d been having more of them since that damn cave, harsher too, leaving a burning ache in her chest after each one. There was a doctor Rama recommended back in Seitung who may have suggestions on a higher dosage or perhaps some new medication that may soothe her lungs better.

Not that it would do much to soothe her mind. That had been Sieran’s voice, hadn’t it? But it hadn’t been Sieran. She had to remind herself of that. Sieran would never speak to her in such a way, would she?

Her ears twitched as she laid out the components of the device in front of her. Broken. Useless. Her hand went to her throat briefly, rubbing lightly, considering the burning sensation that felt as fresh and raw as it had when it was new. How much more could she push herself without her body finally giving out?

“You’re weak. Sickly and frail. You were never good enough to be my student. You were a failure as a student, and you were a failure in Maguuma.”

“You were never. Never worthy.”

She covered her mouth on another cough, only to this time be interrupted by a hand on her back, a familiar voice speaking softly as it inquired, “Chief?”

Immediately Qirri whipped her head around, blinking up at Yao as they looked back down at her. Their expression was one of clear concern, and their free hand held a small saucer on which sat a cup of steaming tea.

“Oh- Yao. I’m sorry, I- did you need something?”

“I heard you coughing so I figured you could use a break.” They moved their hand from her back, reaching over to arrange the components of her old ventilator out of the way to set the tea down in front of her. “Ginger green tea. It’s good for the lungs.”

Qirri turned her head back to look at the cup before reaching for it, pulling it closer to herself on the table. The warmth bled into her hands, and the smell of it gave her at least some small sense of grounding in all her unease and the bitter memories of the all too recent fight. “...thanks, Yao. I don’t think I’ve taken much of a break at all today.”

They chuckled at that, tugging one of her loose braids gently. “I figured.” Then, after a moment, they reached out to scrub a thumb against her cheek, brushing away tears Qirri didn’t even realize had fallen. “...are you sure you’re okay? We can see about getting you a train back. Rama, Gorrik, and I can make sure Garrus stays safe. You can get back with Taimi and Joon at the mansion.”

Her hands tightened slightly on the teacup, rasping out a gentle sigh. “No. I won’t leave Garrus alone like that. He… what if he needs me?”

“...I think he’d understand, chief. But it’s your decision. I’m not gonna press.” They stood straight after that, glancing around at all the devices and tools she had laid out around her. “...I was planning on putting on some Kaineng rice noodles for lunch. Do you want some? It’s got a hot broth. Might help your throat.”

Qirri nodded, watching for a moment as Yao started towards the door of the small room she had holed herself up in. Her ears perked, and for a moment, a thought rippled through her head. “...hey Yao?”

They blinked, then turned to look towards her, looking expectant as their hand rested against the door. “Yeah chief?”

Her mouth opened, then closed, considering what she wanted to say. She wanted Rissia. She wanted to cry. She wanted to go home. But none of those things came out. “...could you see if we can get our hands on one of those jade tech breathers the miners use? I want to tinker with it for a little bit.”

The disappointment that crossed Yao’s face was incredibly brief, and they gave her a lopsided smile in return. “You got it, chief. One breather coming up!”

They headed out the door, closing it behind them as Qirri turned back to her desk, picking up the teacup to take a good sip. It felt good going down, soothing against the burning sensation curling into her throat.

This time, though, she felt the tears start to roll down her cheeks, letting out a little hiccup before setting down the teacup and pressing her face into her hands, shoving her glasses out of the way. They were ugly, rough, painful sobs, racking her small frame as she curled forward, ears drooping, chest tight.

What was she going to do?

[sammygender]

people are absolutely insane about trevor from shameless. i’ve seen multiple people call him “emotionally and sexually manipulative” girl?? on the emotional and sexual manipulation show??? or they hate him for that one time he told ian to get over monica being a bitch to him like come off it it was one line and he was already in a bad mood

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

CW/TW- Pet Death

So last night I asked for prayers for me and my parents because we'd had a really rough and emotionally trying day. I will now explain. This is, unfortunately, also a Kitten Update on my Bengal kittens, so if you've become emotionally invested in them and aren't up for reading this right now, look away and come back to it another time. Or just don't come back to it. Alright, disclaimer over, you've been warned.

Alright, I'm going to keep this as succinct as possible to try and limit how much I end up crying.

We took the six girl kittens to get spayed yesterday.

Tulip, the littlest kitten, Leeli's runt, had a heart condition we didn't know about. It's all but invisible, there are barely any signs and there is no way to know it exists without special tests being done which we never even thought to do because we had never had an issue with it before and we have had Bengal cats for a long time.

They put Tulip under anesthesia and during the procedure her heart just... stopped. They did everything they could to revive her, they gave her CPR, they gave her epinephrine, but it didn't work. She died.

The vet said she likely had a heart condition where the heart walls thicken and it takes more and more effort then for the heart to beat. My mom looked it up and usually by the time symptoms are visible the cat only has 3-6 months to live. There is no cure, all they can do is slow it down/improve symptoms.

I realized, and shared with my parents, that Tulip was already showing symptoms. She always tired out before the other kittens, she slept more than them, when she was littler she'd come and fall asleep on me because she knew I'd keep other kittens from pouncing on her. Two days ago I'd left Madia and Tulip in my room for maybe 10-15 minutes and they were waking up from a nap, so I assumed they'd be tearing around when I got back. They were curled up on my bed again and I thought that was odd, but...

But Tulip was little, she was the runt, there was no reason to question these things because they're not uncommon behavior for runts (being smaller they have less energy/stamina). And she was as fiesty as any Bengal kitten we'd ever had. A few days ago I saw her attack Farid, her brother, who is over a FULL POUND heavier than her, and start beating him up. She gained weight, she ate well, she acted like a normal kitten!

She was already showing symptoms at 4-6 weeks old, maybe earlier. 3-6 months to live (usually) after symptoms show up. Her heart stopped when she was 4 months old.

It was basically as if we'd had her put to sleep. She felt no pain, she didn't even know. She just fell asleep.

There was no happier kitten in existence than Tulip. That little baby would purr like a MOTOR if you were in the ROOM with her, not even if you were holding her, petting her or playing with her. She just purred ALL THE TIME. She was such a sweet little bug that you couldn't get mad at her. All she knew was happiness and love, and like my mom said, there aren't many cats or people that's true of. She had the happiest kittenhood, the happiest life that any cat could ever have. Her siblings knew that their baby sister needed extra TLC so they made sure to always snuggle around her, Madia went slower so her baby sister could keep up, they loved her, they loved her, they loved her.

Tulip was going to die soon, we just didn't know it. At least this way, God gave us some answers and reasons as to why. I told my mom yesterday that this was simply her span of days, and it was short but very bright.

I named her after a spring flower. Tulips have a short season and then they fade. Tulip's season was short but vibrant and full of life. And when I thought about it today, about if I would have rather had her just not be born alive so I didn't have to go through the grief of losing her after I'd known her...

I couldn't imagine a world where I hadn't experienced that baby's life. I'd do it all over again. Her span of days was short but bright and I was with her every day of her life. I was her forever. And I loved her and I loved her and I loved her.

This was not my fault, I did everything right, I have no regrets. Sometimes things happen that are out of our control. She would never have lived long, but I gave her the best life any kitten could ever have.

Tulip is buried in my Hideout, in the Gnarled Forest, next to Dora. There is no higher honor I could give her than that.

All the others kittens came thought surgery fine and are recovering.

[bowderin]

The kid

So I'm writing an inazuma fanfiction for 12 years (which lore's making it slowly turn into a fiction) with my oc alien Jeriun (who got two appearances, 1st one is the alien one and 2nd one is the human form which is named Tamamo, refer to this for more info)

And the fanfiction scenario goes until GO (and even after), so in GO she kinda looks like this (it's her young adult look, she has longer hair in GO)

and I ship her with Hiroto (OG) in this fanfiction.

But the problem was that even if her species looks like humans, something in the lore made it biologically impossible for them to have kids, and I didn't even think about the possible offspring.

That was until Victory Road came. With Endou's son. So here's their kid

So she's the first mixed race of her kind (created with "science").

Now I just have to find a name for her.

[zukkaoru]

eleven year old megumi was a nico di angelo kinnie. i know this in my soul

[jonathanbyersphd]

RIP El Hopper-Byers you would've LOVED Barbie (2023)

[theshippirate22]

I woke up at 3 am last night, wrote this out, and then collapsed with my phone still in my hand but maybe there’s something here? i don’t know let me know if i should do a part 2

It’s so cold. 

It’s agonizing the way it holds onto El, clings at her skin like sickness and pierces into her heart until it’s hard to breathe. She can’t imagine how anyone could stand to feel like this for long- she can only stay a few minutes or else she’ll have the sudden need to throw up until there’s nothing left in her. It happened the first time; she could barely stay a minute before it got to her. Now, she’s build some sort of tolerance and can manage it in intervals. 

Maybe that’s how he does it. He’s been this way for so long that he can do it easily. 

She swallows hard. Presses forward. 

There are memories here. She knows because she can feel them; that’s what’s helping fuel the freezing anxiety of this place. She can’t reach them though. They’ve been locked away. Hidden in plain sight. She’s not sure if even he can unlock them, if he’s banished them here so they don’t bother him anymore. But the feeling within them still tortures him. 

Torture. That’s exactly what this is. She can’t think of another way to describe it. 

She’s wading through the cold now. It’s deeper than she’s ever gotten before. For months, she’s wondered what’s on the other side. When she finally escapes his tundra what she’ll find. 

El’s fingertips tingle with numbness. That’s how she knows her time is running out, when her fingers start to ache. She’s so close though; she has to keep going. 

The fog is getting thinner. She must’ve passed the thick of it in the valley of his chained memories. 

Time feels like it’s creeping along faster now, urgent with her proximity to sneaking through his shields. If she could just… reach out…

She does. Her fingers brush the soft misery coating the winter. Even to her numb fingers she can feel it give and start to tear, like pressing on a spiderweb. She pushes harder. 

The fabric tears. Her arm shoots through the whole she’s dug and she reaches into the next layer and-

El jolts awake, throwing the blanket off her head. Her hand- the one that pierced through the confines- still stinging from the burning behind it. Throbbing with every heartbeat. It’s worse than the cold- by at least a hundred times. 

She’s got to do something. 

She pulls herself from bed, tugging the blanket around her shoulders like the frost might still be able to reach her the way the burning does. 

Hopper is still awake. He’s laying in his La-Z-Boy watching whatever news channel he can get at this hour, but he tears his sight away and glances at her standing in the doorway. He doesn’t say anything; sometimes after a nightmare, she likes to just watch him and make sure he’s okay. Alive and well and breathing. No exchange necessary. 

El wipes the blood from her nose on the back of her hand- still twinged enough that she’s surprised her fingertips aren’t turning black, and she’s says softly, 

“I’m worried about Steve.”

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

I hope you know that this girl at this moment in this photo

Her line right here is "I'm a fighter. I've killed."

[miceeonvenus]

When I first read The Underland Chronicles, I was 11, the same age as Gregor, so I kind of imagined myself as him. The second time I read the books (first time for the last two) I think I was 15, but I continued to imagine myself as Gregor. I kept thinking he was 15 because of that and it hurt when I'd remember how young he was.

[faceglitchsworld]

The best moments I spent with Mimi is when she wakes up out of the sudden because she had a nightmare and starts meowing because she needs someone who rubs her to calm her down.

And since I'm the one who does it almost every time, she starts purring very loudly and doesn't want me to stop it 😭