#OnlyChild

[haveyouheardthisband]

[abudhabby29-blog]

Only Child

Nobody talks about the only child.

The child that is assumed to be spoiled

The child is assumed to be loved by their parents.

Yes, there is no lie that sometimes you are spoiled and you are loved.

Yet you are carrying the weight of an eldest and youngest child.

That you must not speak against them so the house you live in could be liveable and bearable

That you are the punching bag for their anger and stress that they cannot communicate with others or each other.

That you carry the trauma that they have passed on to you from their childhood.

You try to be strong but sometimes you just want to curl up and let someone carry the weight

[chronicallysilentt]

being only child is fucking boring and depressive

[erisis]

As an artist, I am a storyteller. No matter what form the art takes, whether it’s on stage, on a page, or right here, I am trying my best to tell you a story. All of the choices I make are part of that storytelling. The text, obviously. Also though, all the little choices I make for these photos, color, and text and framing. Even when I choose not to edit a photo at all, that is still a choice I’m making to convey a piece of the story. Heck, even the tags are meant to work as framing devices, a kind of a dumbshow for social media. Whether I’m wearing makeup or not, that is a choice, if it’s in a photo you are seeing. It’s a little choice that most folks won’t even think about directly, but it conveys a great deal of the story I am As an artist, I am a storyteller. No matter what form the art takes, whether it’s on stage, on a page, or right here, I am trying my best to tell you a story. All of the choices I make are part of that storytelling. The text, obviously. Also though, all the little choices I make for these photos, color, and text and framing. Even when I choose not to edit a photo at all, that is still a choice I’m making to convey a piece of the story. Heck, even the tags are meant to work as framing devices, a kind of a dumbshow for social media. Whether I’m wearing makeup or not, that is a choice, if it’s in a photo you are seeing. It’s a little choice that most folks won’t even think about directly, but it conveys a great deal of the story I am hoping you will hear. I intentionally compose an image of who I want you to think I am. Nudge the story and the character around the edges. (continued in the comments) #storyteller #performer #writer #influencer #activist #artist #art #storytelling #process #writing #creating #truth #transwoman #adventurer #onlychild #solitude #dichotomy #actorslife #writerslife #queer #woman #behindthescenes #austintexas #austin #burgerstand (at Sandy's Hamburgers) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpLWfe6PQ0J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[supergeniuss]

RICKY HIL x ONLYCHILD x NØTHIN MATTERS - Cynical

[sristiglobalschool]

Parenting an only child? Here are some great tips to help them thrive!👪✨

[noevilproject]

[catonthe6-blog]

A Morning in June - 𝕋ℍ𝔼ℕ (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1262954019-a-morning-in-june-%F0%9D%95%8B%E2%84%8D%F0%9D%94%BC%E2%84%95?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=catnamedgoose&wp_originator=pMjP%2Fkc%2F6o34s7mXtQds6c%2BUAC93m4OsURyjHQPD9XuL%2BjUjAYOG1XyZ7gSl5s8Imc0zsmAk9tnEm8bM6VwrYfaD1j475sPbYO92GlpSyIJ5k4NciiP6oNqyc%2F7tx%2Bts "It's okay, it's okay... Just get out of here." I note, for the first time, that he has a handgun in his right hand. Compared to what Liam is carrying, it looks like a toy. "Go!" I go. The gunshots, screams - all still echoing in my ears. After surviving a brutal school shooting, Anna struggles to keep it together. With the help of a psychiatrist, she revisits her past with all its problematic relationships, a broken home, the boys she crushed on and who hardly notice her existence, and her interactions with Liam Wolfe, the boy who killed five people one morning in June.

[amo-ridere]

"Only Child" Well, I do have siblings, genetically, but that's about it, as far the connection goes. Such is existence. #poetrytwitter #freeverse #shortpoem #somerealitysubtext #signatured #poetsofig #siblings #complicated #onlychild #idlepoem #shortpoem #suchisexistance #indifference https://www.instagram.com/p/CoLUDaVOUjl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jennyleebob]

HI! I’m Jenny aka JennyLeeBob on all social media platforms!! Looking to make the most outta life while attempting to make some new friends to enjoy life with and have some fun!! Check out my hashtags to learn just a few things about me!! If you’re interested hit me up!! Regardless… NAMASTE 😉❤️

Email- thatgirljlm@gmail.com

[cubanjulia]

A dry leaf on the ground, the life of a tree. 🍃 🌲 🌬️ 🍁 #Born an #onlychild , they’ll be #spoiled with #beautiful things beyond compare.. Yet as they grow up feeling #lonely , the #parent would rather give they’re sole child #money, In hopes to not hear they’re pleas of #loneliness & #despair 😞. - #sad #facts #moodygrams #sol @vinerjuliagallardo #daddysgirl #iloveyou I need a #hug 🫂 😢 https://www.instagram.com/p/ClaXG8PMS3z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dee2x]

she wanted a photo with her dad @devin_loong today. ❤️ #daddysgirl #malaysianfood #thebest #familytime #onlychild (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkQenbLpq_n/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[chaosfairy18]

The shower incident

A little fic inspired by something @bigmack2go told me. Has brief talks about sex regarding a minor (17) but nothing graphic, it is just Skittery freaking out his little brother gets older and mature. Enjoy!

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Skittery loved his little brother. He really did.

Ever since Tumbler had been born when Skittery was four years old, he’d instantly lost all feelings of jealousy over getting a smaller sibling and knew he would protect the little thing with everything he had.

That hadn’t changed now, 17 years later, when Skittery was 21, had two boyfriends – one of which he played in the same soccer team as – and loved them more than he thought he could love someone. Because Tumbler was still mostly his number one priority, next to his mother – not his father, he’d been divorced for a reason.

But as much as he loved him, he was still an older brother and as such it was his duty to embarrass him.

So, when Skittery heard his brother sing in the shower – he didn’t even know he did that, but there was always a first time for something – he didn’t even think before getting his phone out and starting to record it. It wasn’t terrible, Benny at least hit most of the notes, but he’d still send it to Swifty and Bumlets later to laugh about his rendition of various songs from Rocky Horror Picture Show he’d been playing in the background during his shower. He’d not sung in the beginning, but now he was – kind of badly – singing along to “I can make you a man.”

Skittery got closer to the door, snickering quietly to not get too much of it into the recording. He just got into “Hot Patootie – Bless My Soul” when someone inside the bathroom laughed: “You could at least try to hit the notes.”

Someone that was definitely not his brother but instead his brothers ‘best friend’ Kat.

Before really thinking about it, Skittery ran away to his room – door open so he could hear if anything else happened – and tried to not scream because his brother was alone with another boy locked in the bathroom while he was allegedly showering, and they had music on. What were they doing locked up in the bathroom together in the first place??

He didn’t want to entertain the idea that they actually had been showering, he couldn’t take that, but what better alternative was there? He hadn’t even known Benny was gay or bi or- well that he liked other boys at all. And one would think that he’d mention it at some point, especially with how much time he spent around him and Bumlets and Swifty.

And now his little brother was locking himself in the bathroom with his best friend – who Skittery also hadn’t thought he liked men – and covered up whatever they did with music. Tumbler was seventeen, basically a child, so how-

The lock could be heard, and the door of the bathroom opened. “So then see you in two days, right?”

“Yeah, see you then!”

Skittery crept down the hallway, just fast enough to see Kat go down the stairs to leave the house, Tumbler still in front of the bathroom. As his brother was just staring at him, he said: “I’ll uh… go showering now. You done?”

“No, I need to shower.”

“Didn’t you just shower?”, Skittery raised an eyebrow. That had been the whole cover of whatever he had been doing in there after all. And his hair looked a bit wet.

Tumbler grinned, hands fidgeting. “No, Kat showered. I was just- well in. Was wearing clothes though!”

Skittery took a few deep breaths to not scream or punch the wall. For a few moments he thought about questioning this whole thing further, which would probably lead to his brother being annoyed or actually admitting they had made out or done whatever and Skittery wasn’t ready for this kind of confirmation. “Yeah just tell me when you’re done.”, he said and turned around, this time closing his door.

Skittery: I need to bleach my eyes and ears

Bumlets: I’d prefer you didn’t doll. What happened?

Skittery: Heard Tumbler

Locked in the bathroom

With Kat

Swifty: Oh shit

Bumlets: We'll come over

Or do you want to come here?

Fifteen minutes later Skittery stood in front of their apartment – it was really all of theirs, with how often Skittery slept there and stayed there. Bumlets opened and hugged him before leading him to the living room, Skittery not protesting when he just pulled his head down to rest under his chin and pulled him close on the couch. He probably needed it.

“Tell us what happened. If you can.”

Skittery sighed and explained the entire thing to them, Bumlets patting his head all the while.

“You think they were really having shower sex?”

“Swifty-“

“He said he had to shower after, so he couldn’t have been in the shower with him, right?”, said Skittery wanting to believe it to be true.

Swifty shrugged. “Well he still watched Kat shower, probably.”

“Don’t say it like that. And he’s too young for sex in general.”

“How old were you again when you and Blink-“

“Boys.”, Bumlets interrupted. “Maybe less talk about what they did okay? Do you want to talk to him about it? Not what exactly happened, just if he has something with Kat. He knows you wouldn’t judge.”

Skittery hummed, just trying to hide his face more in Bumlets’ neck. “Don’t wanna ask about it. But if I don’t it’ll just happen again because he thinks he got away with it.”

He probably had to either way. No matter what, he’d need to have a shovel talk with Kat if there was something happening. And either force them to leave their door open every time or evacuate the house.

“At least you didn’t get the flirty twin.”, Bumlets joked, referencing how his own little brother had been dating Kit, Kat’s twin, for half a year now. “Flipper was whining a lot about how he wasn’t sure if he meant their playful flirting in drama class because he’s always like that.”

“At least Flipper talked to you about it.”, retorted Skittery. Was he really that untrustworthy? Or didn’t Tumbler feel comfortable with him now?

Swifty took his hand and squeezed it. “I’m sure he trusts you Mica. Might just try to figure it out, you know?”

“But why in the shower?”

“Forget about that for a little while. Why don’t we watch Addams Family and I’ll make you a hot chocolate?”

Skittery a bit wanted to protest that he didn’t need it and it probably wasn’t that bad, but he knew they were just doing it because they loved him and wanted to help. This wasn’t just for him it was also for them and he appreciated that.

They watched movies until they fell asleep, Skittery – at least for a while – forgetting he’d have to have a talk with his brother soon.

[supergeniuss]

RICKY HIL - Let It Go [Blazed]

[graphicpolicy]

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[elizabebabe]

camp woodshine ໑᱖ matt sturniolo

‘just broken people healing each other.’

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ at the ripe age of 7 camp: woodshine became the center of y/n ‘s happiness, when she left and inevitably became older the bullying she endured deepened sending her back into a dark hole but what happens when she reconnects with the boy she grew close with at camp in their smaller than they thought town?

follow through the memories spiraling in y/n’s mind and back to reality: her harsh reality.

pairing: depressedf!y/n x quiet!matt

they’re in highschool, around 17.

onlychild!matt universe.

warnings: these will update over time so keep an eye out with this list, every chapter will have it’s own warnings so it’s not too important but if you wanted to read them all at once they will be here:

use of y/n, depression, zoning-out, jumping pov’s from child!y/n to teenage!y/n.

chapter 1 preview:

zoning out at the empty spot of your desk, tear stains and rubbed out eyeliner decorating your face.

it’s hard not to go back to the simpler times, your favorite childhood memories.

woodshine.

your mom, noticing your lack of friends and sudden mood changes blissfully unaware of the bullying you suffered from at only 7 years old, decided it would be best to chuck you to camp: woodshine, settled in your small town and known for helping kids with lack of social interaction.

the memories are scattered but conflictingly fresh in your mind, the mind that jumps between the peaceful thoughts taking you out of that cold classroom and to the cabin‘s tucked into a few trees.

“g’morning campers!” the usual morning call, waking all the small bodies around you, you remember the drowsy feeling in the mornings, the chills crawling your skin as soon as the cool air brushes over you...

the smell of snotty girls cozy in a cabin, as weird as it sounded you missed it.

“hey, y/n.” you felt your arm being tapped, the same sweet, calming and comforting voice edging you awake.

“it’s morning sweetheart!” the voice excited as she continued your little routine that would set a tradition with your resistance to awaken.

a ‘humph’ escaped your throat as you were never really a morning person.

‘tap’ ‘tap’

the sound of your pencil hitting at the wooden desk you sat at momentarily bringing you away from the peaceful sun-rays, you focused back on the same spot of your desk, the teacher's stern voice drowned out as you attempted to relive the distant memory.

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🕰️ dividers: @xxbimbobunnyxx, @saradika-graphics, @plutism.

credits: @sirenedeslily has quickly become one of my favorite blogs and she has easily inspired me to put more work into the things i post, so this post is heavily inspired by her, go check out her blog/stories and ‘YOURS TRULY’ profiles as they’re all done!!

thoughts: i haven’t forgot about love island for any of you that are wondering about it, i know it’s been longer than a month since the last installment but i genuinely lost motivation for a bit since it got repetitive, they wake up, get ready:breakfast, chill, maybe do a challenge, get ready for the evening, talk, sleep. but that doesn’t mean it’s not still being worked on just a little slower than everything else i’m doing since i have to be in a certain mood to write it, just be patient with me and maybe enjoy my other work in the time being, anyway super excited about this, love yous.

soon to be on the rack!

© elizabebabe