#the eldest daughter

[x3nshit]

another shitty thing about being the eldest daughter who based her worth on academics and how useful she can be to others is that it physically hurts to ask for help even when we desperately need it. it's an internalized belief that we should we able to figure out everything on our own and it sucks

[tamagoneko]

quick doodle of my broppy fankiddo before bed

[notcoolbutcute]

Being the big sister is just like...

Hugging your lil sis as tightly as never after watching Arcane

[romantasyreader28]

[deepcleaningpoetry]

the eldest daughter

She's the elsest daughter 

The big sister The protector

The helper The healer

The listener The fighter 

Adult since she was born

Responsible since she's been four

Never alone, always lonely

Never trusts, always trustworthy 

Strong body, Stronger mind

Clean hands, Cleaner heart

Tired face, tireder soul

Noone else fits her role

And once she loves

She loves with her all

She gives the love she doesn't have

Even for herself 

She loves more than she was ever loved

She gives more than she was ever given

And the only thing she wishes

The only thing she wants

Is to be someone's first choice

If you can't love her as much 

As she loves you

If you can't make her the priority 

As she makes you

If you can't give her the attention 

She gives to everyone 

How do you dare 

call yourself 

Worthy of her love?

[uhlexuhhh]

a canon event for every oldest daughter is being told “you would be a good lawyer”

[churchofivory]

some people are born with tragedy in their blood..

[deeeaahh]

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

This feels so accurate

It sucks that you have to keep yourself busy to feel okay.

[x3nshit]

the eldest daughter urge to have an abundance of knowledge and be the smartest person in the room and excel in multiple hobbies and still look sexy doing it all

[melmov]

I cast: curse of the eldest (can’t ask for help)

[notcoolbutcute]

Being the big sister is just like...

part 10...maybe (idk i lost count)

As i mentioned before I'm the eldest daughter AND the big sister. And I'm failing this role. Not like test failing but like fucking failing. I mean failing at the level parents-their-kids-never-visit-again-after-moving-out failing.

[romantasyreader28]

This sounds like ACOTAR

Eldest daughter struggles

[majunju]

getting married to the cold duke of the north but contrary to belief he's rather cuter than expected?!

[deadsetobsessions]

“Danny!” Tim comes screeching into the Lavender Room. Bruce had it built and decorated for him when Danny had expressed interest in lurking on the manor grounds. They were an odd bunch, these Bats. They’d even taken to leaving him fresh cream and freshly baked loaves of bread on the built in counter. Interesting choice.

“Little Sparrow. What is it?” Danny moved, long strides just a bit off as he approached the frantic pseudo Robin. The kid clung to him as much as he was frantically tugging Danny to the main manor.

“It’s Bruce! He’s being controlled! I don’t know-” Danny scooped Tim up and pulled on that otherness the bubbled beneath his veins. They melded into shadows and emerged to the other side, sequestered a hidden alcove overlooking the Batcave.

The sounds of blows being traded echoed, bouncing weirdly off of the screeching bats. Danny loved it. He peered down as Nightwing slammed an elbow onto his mentor’s face before doing a twisty maneuver a naga would have approved of to kick him in the throat.

Some of those hits are harder than Danny expected. Both Danny and Tim caught the glint of an unhinged grin playing at Nightwing’s lips.

“It seems Dick has this well in hand, little sparrow,” Danny lowered his voice, amusement sparking like grinding steel behind his eyes.

“…He might be working out some stuff.” Tim admitted, wincing as mind controlled Bruce took a crushing blow to the ribs.

“If that ‘stuff’ consists of repressed anger, yes.” Danny sighed admiringly as Nightwing screamed in Bruce’s face before kicking him viciously in the ankle. “Perhaps I’ll step in, hm, little sparrow?”

Tim’s grip tightened on his sleeve before releasing. “Better you than me.”

Danny hummed, drawing a little more from his otherness to appear directly before Bruce.

“That’s enough, Jwenar.”

“Awe,” it was disconcerting to hear a high pitched voice coming from “I eat gravel and Alfred’s honey oatmeal for breakfast” Batman. “Come on Danny! I was just having a bit o’ fun! He’d have gotten his body back!”

“When? In ninety years? Out, Jwenar. I won’t say it again,” Danny sternly pointed away from Bruce, eyes flashing green. Behind him, Dick was trying to look like he wasn’t disappointed his beat down had been interrupted.

“Ugh,” Jwenar sulked, detaching themselves from Bruce’s neck. The little mosquito like fae snarled. “Next time, then.”

“There will be no next time.” Danny scolded, before swatting them so hard, they rocketed back into the Wilds.

“… Was it necessary to hit me that hard, Dick?” Bruce wearily asked, holding his broken nose.

“I don’t know, B, was it necessary to withhold Jason’s death from me?” Dick asked sweetly. Danny rumbled with laughter.

He liked these Bats, feral as they were.

His mouth stretched into a sharp, sharp, sharp grin.

He thinks he’ll keep them.

[drizzledrawings]

I love sibling dynamics that are like: you annoy me the most out of everyone and I hate you but I would give up my life to make sure you’re okay