#only sibling

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

My neice designed this Rigby fan art from Regular Show and put it on a bag a few years back. She's actually pretty good artist in drawing, wish she'd do it more often and seriously pursue it.

She didn't want the bag anymore, she had no need to use it so I kept it as a keepsake & a momento cause she's my sister's only child. And I only have one sister. Only sibling I have too, also, and as well.

I also really like her artwork.

I also like Regular Show.

And I'm not just saying that because she's my neice, I really do think she is very good at artwork.

I decided to post some of it online to see if others like it as well.

Not everyone is gonna like every piece of someone's art, it happens. But don't be a dick and voice negative opinions on my posts. I don't come on your posts and blogger pages and humiliate or berate anyone so if you don't like it scroll on by or block & delete my ass but don't be a dickhead about things. I'm not a wimp or a wuss and neither is my niece. (Or any member of my family for that matter) But we treat others the way they treat us.

Show some courtesy and respect as we, (especially me since this is my page), show you.

YOU may resort to immature, demented, pointless, obnoxious insults and berating humiliation and deranged cyber bullying hazing and gaslighting tactics, but I don't treat anyone like that in any way, shape or form MYSELF. I don't condone that kind of shit. Unlike people who take it up on themselves to do that kind of crap I actually have (or try to have) some respect and courtesy for others. I often wish others did too, but a guy can only dream I guess.

Well anyway I hope you enjoy my niece's artwork as I do. There will be more as I find or receive it in future blogs and posts.

[demaparbat-hp]

Arsonist's Lullaby

[an-artists-burnout]

writing challenge thing

okay so I wanna do a silly little thing where I rant about the problems of each sibling ranking child and have y'all guess which one I am.

Youngest: If you're the youngest, it always feels like everybody's leaving. The house was so loud and then suddenly so quiet. Slowly, you stop setting your siblings place at the table. And siblings joke that you're the favorite but they don't see what goes on without them. You have so many people to own up to, you have to be as good as or better than all of the people who came before you, so you burnout pretty soon trying. (You always were your own person, even when you tried not to be.)

Middle: You always feel forgotten. You've never been the problem child, or if you were, it was for some of the attention you were lacking. You prefer to stay in your room, but it also makes you really sad when you're in your room and you can hear other people laughing without you. You're the first follower to the oldest, so you have to be as good as them, maybe surpass them. But it doesn't really matter to anyone but you. You feel like you have to prove you're worthy of love. (You don't. I hope someday you'll realize that.)

Oldest: You were the first one out of the house. You most likely got the parent/parents who didn't know what they were doing raising you, so they were either really strict, or really loose. Probably really strict. There's high academic pressure in your life and you have to set the footsteps for your siblings. They often get pushed off as your responsibility. When they need something, it's your job. When they need to be watched, that's on you. Which sucks. You will not fail. You cannot. You have to be the first to make it. You have to. (You're still figuring things out but you'll get there.)

Only: You were the only child in the house. You probably grew up spoiled, but not in the way people usually call only children spoiled. You were well loved, but your parents don't have the best way of presenting it, and pressure on you to do good has always been high. You are their first kid and their last. You were always lonely as a kid, but you probably didn't ever realize it. Maybe you wanted a little brother or sister more than anything, or maybe you liked playing alone in your room with your toys. (You won't always be so lonely, but you might always feel a little different from everyone else.)

[prlssprfctn]

Bruce, adopting Dick: Aw-w, what a sweet little kid! Surely, he is so polite, and—

Dick, the instance he gets in the battle: You fucking disappointment of a person, and (string of curses on his mother language)

Bruce: Oh. Okay.

Bruce, adopting Jason: Well, Jason was well-mannered and soft-spoken so far, so, maybe—

Jason to the random goon: You motherfucking asshole, I am going to shove this boa to your—

Bruce: Right. Okay.

Bruce, making Stephanie his Robin: Maybe...

Stephanie, using the same street language Jason did, if not worse: I FUCKED YOUR MOM, YOU SON OF A—

Bruce: Whatever.

Bruce, eying suspiciously quiet Tim, who came to interrogate the goon for the first time as a Robin: ?

Tim, the minute door closed behind him: Listen to me, you pathetic excuse of a man, I am going to fuck you up, in an—

Bruce, sighing: Yeah. Honestly. Whatever.

Bruce, staring at angry Damian, who looks like he is about to explode, but keeps up as much as he can: Go on, chump. Say what you want.

Damian, staring at the floor with the deadliest stare ever: Not to sound unbecoming, but... Loser. -_-

Bruce, flabbergasted: ...Okay.

[lastoneout]

As long as we're talking about weird sibling texts y'all gotta see this completely unprompted banger my sister sent me the other day.

[jennrypan]

Dick: You use to be so cute and tiny..

Jason: And you use to be cool. We both changed.

Dick: Wha-?! I'm still cool!!

Jason: Okay, 'officer Grayson'. Cops aren't cool.

Dick: THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO

Jason: STILL FRESH IN MY MIND, PIG!

Dick: LET IT GO!

Jason: NO. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID FUCK THE POLICE! THOSE WERE WORDS I LIVED BY!

Dick: OH MY GOD. YOURE THE ONLY ONE THAT STILL REMEMBERS THAT!

Tim, walking into the living room: I remember it.

Duke, from another room: I heard about it! You've lost 1000 aura man!

Cassandra, poking her head in: I've also heard about it.

Dick: EVERYONE SHUT UP.

Jason: Just like a cop to order people around like that, shameless.

Dick, groans: Fuuuuck-!

Dick: All of you are going to make me age like milk!

Damian, popping up behind him: Is it wrong to say it's too late for that?

Dick, practically shaking: Damian..I swear to God.

[smoosie]

A different tomorrow

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Scrap baby is just Michael’s little sister

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

[loriache]

Puppy love

[lgbtlunaverse]

"How did Shuro think he could marry Falin when he hated her brother?" you have to understand. Toshiro is from a whole different country. In his head he and Falin would move back to the Eastern Archipelago and they'd see Laios twice a year tops. You can pretend to get along with in-laws you don't like for a few days a year, people do that all the time.

The actual flaw in his plan– which shows he doesn't really understand either of the Touden siblings– is the fact that if the plot hadn't happened and Falin had for some reason said yes to his proposal, Laios would have packed his bags and moved away with them instantly.

[aueua]

people with siblings: how do you feel about them?

[were-wolverine]

dick grayson (5’10” with the body of a gymnast): this is my baby brother!

jason todd (6’3” brick wall of muscle): …hi

***

cass wayne (5’5” with the body of a dancer): little brother!

jason (almost a whole foot taller than her): hiya cass

[peachebo]

I remember I had a concept about alternative ending of sl where michael brings ennard home and jus lives very normal life with a killing machine...

also here's ennard with da cat

[missmisnomer]

it's always a good day to wake up and choose violence

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[corkinavoid]

DDxDC The More The Merrier

Exactly a year after Talia brought Damian to Bruce, she shows up again. With another child. That looks like a carbon copy of Damian. She introduces him as Danyal, Damian's twin that was in an undercover mission for the last few years.

Bruce's eye twitches, but he deals with it. At least it's not a clone - Damian proved his mother's words to be true, Danyal really is his twin brother. So the Bats are just kind of forced to accept the fact. And the kid.

Danyal is a literal fucking menace. Contrary to Damian, he doesn't stab or bite, but he is absolutely chaotic. And, in addition to that, he has zero self-preservation instincts. None of it. The only two people in the family he has a truce with are Cass and Steph. Cass, because he has yet to take her by surprise, and Steph, because she is his partner in crime. Tim, though, Tim is on the verge of going insane with two little assassin bats running around the manor.

A year later, on the anniversary of Damian and Danyal's arrival, Talia shows up again. With, you guessed it, another kid. This one is a bit older - sixteen or so - and he has an angry glare that can be compared only to Jason's on a warpath. Dante, he calls himself, and the Demon Twins narrow their eyes on him. Bruce knows this look intimately. Sibling rivalry at its finest.

The next year is full of said sibling rivalry, performed by three highly skilled assassins. Dick is constantly worried one day one of them will die, and not because of a Rogue attack. The kids are fucking wild, acting like rabid dogs on steroids. They destroyed a wall once by throwing Dante through it. Alfred gave them a lecture. It didn't help.

The next year, Bruce opens the door to Talia even before she rings the doorbell. He looks at the four-year-old girl that looks like a mirror image of Damian, Danyal and Dante, and asks, tired and defeated:

"How many more?"

Talia only smiles. The girl looks at him with big, innocent puppy eyes that don't fool Bruce anymore.

Tim, who watches the scene through the surveillance cameras in the Batcave, pulls up a file and starts drafting his last will.