#younger sisters

[watercolored-life]

I hope my sister knows that she can talk to me. Why doesn't she know that? If there is no one else she can talk to, she can talk to me. I've known her for her entire life, I know everything about her. The way she smiles when she's happy, the way she leans away when she's uncomfortable, even that face she makes that tells me when she wants us to get out of the house. I know her. I know our parents and I know how they treated us, I know more than anybody else.

So why won't she talk to me? She used to tell me everything. She would crawl into bed with me and share secrets. Bed time was always filled with whispers, giggles, and snippets of conversations. Even as a teenagers, we shared a room and would talk. Spewing out every nasty secret or expereince that felt too heavy to keep inside.

But now she won't talk to me. She won't take my calls and she purposely avoids my texts. Does she blame me? Does she blame me for leaving? For moving away and out of that childhood homes where the stink of old memories stained the walls like blood? She resents me for leaving and that's why she feels like she can't tell me anything anymore.

If she would just give me a chance to explain then maybe I could tell her. How I had to get out of that town before I was suffocated by the ghost of memory and drowned ambition. If she understood all that I went through as the eldest daughter then maybe she wouldn't be so quick to shut me out and resent me for the things she didn't know.

But she won't give me the chance to explain so I must go on being there for her. Standing by her side though she doesn't know I'm there. Ready to be there when she needs me. I must stay by her side even if she is not looking for my help.

[quotidian-oblivion]

Omg, my youngest 8-year-old sister wrote the most adorable little story about "Grace and the Magic Spiral". It's utterly confusing and bamboozling and delightful and filled with grammar mistakes to the brim. It's putting my twenty-three chapter fic to shame. My OCs are nothing compared to hers. She got the characters:

Share pare

Lala (pronounced 'Layla')

Lost pricess (pronounced 'princess')

Grace

Rainbow Run

Big Boss Black Boss

and Princess Ree

Honestly, 10/10. Novel recommendation. I give it ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (5) stars.

Now, I shall invite the author herself to speak her brilliant and stunning thoughts.

(Note: I told her that she was writing a message for my friends cuz if I tell her "social media" or "tumblr", she gonna go and snitch to my parents, "Baji (what she calls me) shared my story to tumblr" Yeah no. I dont wanna die.)

Quo in dialogue quotation marks, her youngest sister in normal font, any other guest appearances are labelled. Brackets are for clarification. Ms Teacher is not the real name, but a placeholder name.

"What were your thoughts when writing the story?"

So, I thought of Grace and the Magic Spiral, I wrote it since 2nd grade, and I done book-making about it. And she (Grace) looks like Dora.

"Why does she look like Dora?"

Because I thought of Dora and I realized. That. She could look like that. And. She has a friendship bracelet. That is different to Dora's. So. She (Dora). Will. Get. Jealous.

(the fullstop mean that she's pausing btw)

"Why did you write this story?"

I wanted to be creative and I thought about Grace and the Magic Spiral. But in Ms Teacher's room, I saw an image of the spiral. There was a screen and there was like an image of a spiral *makes a spiral gesture*

"What inspired this story?"

It reminds me of Dora.

"Why do you like Dora so much?"

Because she teacher, like, to learn lessons. And, you know, and she like says "no swiping" and she says to always be nice and give your friends something and always be nice and not to do anything wrong, like swiping. So she says "Swiper no swiping, Swiper no swiping, Swiper no swiping" three times. *holds up three fingers*

...She looks very pretty

"She looks PRETTY???"

Yeah, and she is fun.

"Alright. Weirdo. Okay, tell me about the drawings you made at the back of the page."

So, Share Pare and Layla are wearing onesies. And the Rainbow Run are like me and my friends, but they're a little different, they make a lot of friends. And Big Boss Black Boss who is kamnis-

"What is kamnis?"

It's just a made-up name!

"Ooooookay. Go on."

And she (kamnic/Big Boss Black Boss idk i'm confused too) is trying to make friends, but she has no friends but she became popular and she was an author. And she- and she was- she- and she- and she was includiver.

"Do you mean 'inclusive'?"

Yeah.

"Okay, [my sister's name]. So! Did any person inspire you to write?"

Ms Teacher.

"..."

You know why?

"Why?"

Because she forces us- she forces my classmates to like write a narrative which is a made up or real life (story). So we listen to her because she's the best teacher.

"Is there... anyone else who inspired you to write?"

Abbu (father) and Mamma (mother).

Other sister interrupting: Me! And me! I showed you Dora episodes on my phone!

"Shut up. Anyways, is there anyone else? Literally? Anyone else?"

Other sister: ME!

"Anyone?"

You!

"YESSS! THAT'S RIGHT! Come here, *gives a giant bear hug* Beebee (baby)"

*giggles*

Other sister: You're not giving her a proper bear hug.

"I'm holding her with one arm and typing with the other. That's enough."

*meanwhile, youngest sis runs off to mother*

"Moochi (my nickname for her) ran off."

That's it, folks! An exclusive interview with the world-renowed author: my youngest sister.

[eethend]

yk we can talk about the heart breaking experience of being the eldest sister. but nobody talks about the most soul shattering part, when your youngest sister spends $15 of your own dollars on starbucks. around a little under an hour of your time at work.

[sincerelyyoursg]

I love you to all the younger sisters, first born daughters who had to live with expectations because they have a smart older brother. I love you to all the girls that thought they weren't enough because they were constantly told so, and to all the girls that had to prove themselves. I love you, and I'm with you.

[noodle-the-queen]

so my little sister went to prom tonight. and i’m trying to cope with the fact that she isn’t my baby sister anymore, she’s not my tiny middle schooler, she’s 16 and so mature and i just can’t handle it 😭 also she had a much smoother sophomore year than i did (for anyone confused, the high school prom in our area is for juniors/seniors but they can invite a sophomore, her friend took her) like everything has gone so well for her aside from a few boy-drama issues. but like. what 16 year old girl doesn’t have crush drama at some point yk? basically im just trying to say i am SO proud of how much she’s grown but i want to say it somewhere where she won’t be embarrassed at all my gushing, so im yelling into the tumblr void

[blueironywrites]

Title: Equilibirum (PG)

Summary: James and Albus take it upon themselves to make sure Santa knows what they really want for Christmas.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Word count: c.3,800

Cute kids, Christmas, siblings

+ + +

James and Albus have a new baby sister. She's cute, but she also makes things difficult for them, particularly on Christmas. They both write a letter to Santa so that he knows exactly what they want for Christmas.

Cute, humour, family.

[junodoom]

swordtember day 20: fragmented

[dieubius]

uhhh. bruce wayne modelling gig. have a good day 🥰

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby finally meets FNAF game Michael Afton

[stuckinstardewvalley]

i think the reason older sisters hate seeing themselves in their younger sisters is because we have such a negative self image, we can't think of anything good about ourselves and when you see negative traits in our younger sisters it feels like they have that because of you. like you weren't good enough to save them from those habits or traits.

[poobirdy]

xin mo did not become the demonic op sword of all three realms for this!!! for @kawouwu who asked for binggeyuan sillies! thank you for your donation to svsss' gotcha 4 gaza!

[incorrectstarwarsquotess]

Ahsoka: There’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Anakin, from the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

corn porridge licking sesame ball and sesame ball licking back (cr 玉米糊和芝麻丸)

[hvmanphobic]

Younger siblings are the personification of a bowling ball made out of skittles and hand-me-downs

[yingxtkm]

Anyone ask for aeriseph sibling nonsense? No? Well too bad they live in my head rent free.

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

It had been a long few minutes since he'd opened the door and there were a lot of questions running through Dick's head. Most pressing of which was how this kid seems to have information he should not have.

"How did you..?" he asked, but the words wouldn't leave completely. There's so much he wants to know, so much he wants to ask.

"How do I what?" Danny tilted his head like the child he seems to be is.

"How do you know?" Dick knows he sounds weak. There's no hiding that, but there are a lot of implications in what the kid has said so far and none of it is painting a very happy picture for him.

"Oh!" Danny had the audacity to smile, "You want to know how I know you moonlight as a vigilante!" And of course he knows. Dick knows he knows, but he'd held a little bit of hope that the child Danny was mistaken. Danny's smile softened a bit as he explained, "Your hair and voice match up in both jobs almost perfectly. Not to mention your build and how you hold yourself. There's also the matter of your overall vibes, but that's not something living beings can normally pick up on." Excuse him? "Well, not living humans, at least, so no worries on that end!"

"Excuse me?" Dick was fairly sure his heart just stopped beating for a moment there.

"Anyway, I was a hero back home for a while, too. I know what it's like to have to walk the tightrope between maintaining a civilian cover and a hero persona. I know how it feels to have to keep secrets from everyone because anyone who knows will be in danger." he rambled, Though, admittedly, our circumstances are quite different. I was working as a hero all hours of the day as well as going to school. You only have to worry about properly balancing between day and night jobs. Either way, me having more to bounce between just makes me al the more qualified to help you!"

Oh. Oh he did not like that. He didn't like a single thing that just came out of the kid's mouth. Because that's what he is, a kid. "Are you...Are you alright?"

"Not in the slightest," Danny admitted with an even smaller smile. Then, it brightened, not quite to a grin, but to something similar, "But I'm here to make sure you are."

He gets points for being honest, but Dick felt his heart shatter. He knew for a fact that he'd never worked with this kid before. He also knew that the Justice League didn't know about him. If they did, he would've been picked up and dropped with either the Young Justice team or the Titans.

Dick wasn't going to ask why he became a hero because that's not his place. It's more of a 'third mission with the team' kind of questions, anyway. Most of the heroes didn't have many options when they took up the mantle. Asking what Danny can do is a more appropriate question, but he wasn't going to ask that, either.

"Now that that's out of the way," Danny turned a few pages from the table of contents to another one that was topped with 'Why Sleep Scheduling Is Important' in the blue glitter pen that Dick was starting to suspect he favored. "You're not getting enough sleep. Following you around - no one's been able to find me for a while, so don't worry about that - for the last two weeks has given me some really worrisome information on you."

Dick was worrying. He was worrying a lot and even more questions were coming to the forefront of his mind.

"Your dayjob is as an officer on the Bludhaven Police Force, or BPD for short." He was looking over the page he'd turned to very aptly and Dick realized that the kid had notes written on him. "The average hours per week for police across the country is forty hours. Gotham and Bludhaven are the exceptions. As a member of the BPD, you work a solid two days and two hours. Six nights a week, you work as Nightwing from eight in the evening to three in the morning. The last day, you take off, which is good. No deserable pattern, so good on you for that. Regardless, that's seven hour nights and ten hour days, with one day off and one day on call as an officer. Seven hours are now left in your day for personal time, eating, and sleeping. That's not a healthy way to live."

Oh, god, the kid had honest to god notes on him! What the hell!

Danny didn't even skip a beat as he pulled Dick's attention back to him and his binder. "I've drawn up a schedule for you to follow." The back of the page had a meticulously drawn schedule, complete with blocks of time to eat, sleep, work both jobs, travel, personal time, and still have a bit extra left over. It was titled 'Ideal End Result' in green marker. "Drastic changes right away will only affect you negatively, so we're starting off smaller." The next page over had another schedule titled 'Where To Begin'. "I've only pulled one hour from your Nightwing hours because I know important that time is to you and the city. I am, however, going to be having you submit an appeal to your boss to cut back your hours from fifty a week to forty a week. That way, you'll only be working eight hours a day and not ten. You'll still be on call for one day, and you'll have that last day off. Altogether, you'll be going be going from working seventeen hours a day to fourteen hours a day. Nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, and eight in the evening to two in the morning. Not including breaks at work or travel time. It opens up a few more hours for you to sleep!"

"You really think the chief is going to pull back my hours?" Dick raised an eyebrow in question.

"He will if he knows what's good for him."

"You know I can arrest you for that threat, right?"

"Yeah, but you won't." And, damn it, he's right.

Although, there was now another thing he had to know. "How to you plan on enforcing this schedule of yours?"

Danny seemed to have been waiting for this. He got a gleam in his eye as he pulled a black folder from his bag, not breaking eye contact with Dick. He placed it on the table and pushed it across. "Congratulations, it's a boy."

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