#babbles with brothers

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Today on the list of "good stuff that happened": I got to tell my brother about how Percy Jackson in the Son of Neptune is absolutely insane and spends basically the whole book just making the Romans go "?!"

Highlights include exploded water cannons during war games, showing up carrying a goddes and tearing apart furies with a whirlpool, mouthing off to Mars, third-wheeling/babysitting the precious young smoll inexperienced beans that are Frazel, willingly drinking Maybe Poison, and generally breaking a lot of things by Fighting Like a Greek. Continued to explain that the best part about the multiple perspectives in these books is this:

Percy: I'm a loser, lol! I have no idea what I'm doing, also everyone is cooler than me and I'd die for them! Also Annabeth is cute when she's threatening people with a knife.

Annabeth: *while planning 6 steps ahead* Percy is an idiot. Dear gods I love him so much. Such a wonderful idiot.

Literally everyone else: Percy is (one of) the most powerful demigod(s) I've ever heard of, and he gives no shits about any rules anymore. This man is scary and dangerous and I am so glad he's on my side. Annabeth is a terrifying force to behold and I can't keep up with her. I am unsure if them being so in love with each other makes it better or worse. If they ever turn evil, we are so fucked.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Alright, just as an example.

My brother (J-Dog) and I will routinely just ask the other person out of the blue: "Hey, what do you think [character] feels/does/reacts to [specific scenario]?" Or some variation thereof. The character can be from a piece of media we both like, it can be just a common archetype we know about, it can be an OC. Whatever. Point is, we ask about what they'd do in a specific scenario. Then the conversation progresses into:

Person A: "Well I think they'd do this!"

Person B: "Yeah, but don't you think this would also factor in!"

Person A: "Oh yeah, good point! So the conversation probably sounds something like [sarcastic and over the top paraphrase of what they might say in that situation]."

Person B: "*Cackles* oh and then another character is probably all like [continues parodied conversation]."

And then we just go on and on making a silly and over the top version of how characters would interact and talk in that circumstance. It's pretty great. And this usually starts by my brother just saying while we make lunch together "So I have a new character idea and I need help with this one aspect. What do you think?"

Nothing complicated. Nothing with rules. Backtracking allowed. Just happens for the sillies. It's really wonderful.

btw roleplaying various characters with your friends is the singular most healing thing in the world. playing with toys for adults

[eeriefeelingsat3amuwu]

hdhahdhajfbajdnaudb Okay having Thoughts™️ about some of these ‘Odysseus raises Astyanax’ fics. Because. Because if we’re talking about the full odyssey experience. If Astyanax were to survive. He would have spent 11 years of his life growing up with Odysseus as his father. Now, to the main area of thought - Telemachus. Imagine. Imagine being a child, hearing of your father only in stories. From your mother, the servants, your grandparents. Seeing your grandmother succumb to her grief, seeing your mother grow sadder by the day, more sullen, seeing your grandfather withdraw into himself, all because of your father.

The man you are told you look like, the man who left for war, six, eight, eleven, fifteen, TWENTY years ago, left your home in disrepair, left your mother and you to deal with suitors disrespecting your house and name, the man who you are so angry at, yet Also worship as a god, because you don’t have a CHOICE. You can’t love him, you don’t KNOW him, but you love him in the way you love your gods - distant, unknowable, unreachable, and yet you have his face, your mother sometimes gates at you with these sad, sad eyes and you know she’s not really seeing you when she tells you she loves you.

You know he is a man, logically, how could he not be when your mother still remembers every calous on his hands and your grandfather tells you of how he almost set his room on fire one day, but he is only a legend to you. You hear other Kings, Kings from the same war your father left for (they came back, they are already back and he is still gone) discussing him, you hear how he helped end the war with your and your mother’s name on his lips and YET! He’s not here, he’s not here but he can’t be dead, because everyone agrees that he is too stubborn to die.

And then. He is back. And he has a boy with him. A boy who is younger than you, still just a child. And he regards the boy as his own, introduces him to you as ‘your brother’. He hasn’t dishonoured your mother, he took the child from the burning city of Troy because he is merciful and kind and you see it in the way the boy hugs him and calls him papa. And you should be happy, your father is back, you have a sibling now, your mother finally smiles properly again, your grandfather no longer cries when he sees you.

But. This boy. The boy your father brought from Troy. He got all that you have ever wanted: he got your father, from the moment he was Born he got your father, he was there for his first steps, his first words, he taught him how to sail, fight, read, count, he has been there with him through it all and you have never wanted anything more. ‘This child is not his son’ says that hateful, angry voice in your head.

You spend time with your father. He weeps, hugs you. Tells you he’s proud of the man you are now. Teaches you how to rule, it is your birthright, he says. He goes hunting with you and tells you he loves you and that the thought of you and your mother got him through many a peril. You spend time with your brother, you make him laugh, he loves you, clings to you just as much as he clings to your father, you teach him more about Ithaca, the way it is now, because he’s only heard stories. And still, in the back of your mind, you know you hate the child. You despise him with every fiber of your heart even if your mind knows he is not to blame - and that he has dealt with the same thing, just opposite to you.

Whereas you had a home, your mother and the rest of your family, but yearned for more than just the memory of your father, wanted for freedom, the boy had him, in the flesh, soothing his nightmares and teaching him to live, had the open sea and the deck of a ship, the capability to go anywhere, he lacked the stability that you had and despised. He didn’t know his grandfathers, would never get to know his grandmother, only had a memory of a mother and a brother, saw them as saints, as a reason to keep pushing forth.

You are opossites. You don’t know how it happened, as the child is not hers, but your brother looks like your mother where you are clearly your father’s son, yet your personalities seem to have been switched. You’re calmer, much more subdued, you don’t smile easily and are weaker of will. Your brother is loud and boisterous, quick to crack a grin and so, so Brave.

You still get the compulsion to bow to your father whenever he enters a room, to touch him to make sure he is real, at times. He sometimes wakes screaming, seeing horrors that you could not imagine in his sleep and doesn’t feel comfortable in a proper bed for years. He sets the curtains on fire and your father laughs in relief and he holds him to his chest. Your own chest cleaves in two.

Just. Is this anything?

[uncultureddoubloon]

I just binged all of the Wayne Family Adventures webtoon and have been struck with an intense need to be reading comic books from the library again

[internetgiraffekid1673]

I have three older brothers. One of them (second youngest) is my best friend. We have one braincell combined, and we spend entirely too much time together. One of them (next oldest) is an absolute asshole that I fight with all the time, but who I also love. We don't hate each other (anymore) but we do have beef. We're trying our best to get along. Therapy has helped. The oldest is my half brother who has lived with his dad since I was 6. We barely know anything about each other. The last time we spoke was over 3 years ago.

Going through some rigamarole with my family right now that I don't want to get into, but I'd really love to know how common it is to be besties with your siblings. Pleeeeeeease reblog so I can see as many responses as possible.

[roseverdict]

new character idea: dude who wakes up with amnesia for whatever reason and tries to go through their phone to figure out "ok who do i allegedly know well enough to get their help" except pre-amnesia!dude had all their contact names like this:

[krispycreamcake]

Screaming rn because I just realized that the boys are supposed to only feed off of humans, not form emotional bonds with them. Yes I know this is obvious but guys they all get super jelly when thinking about how other guys drank from Yui.

This tells me two things, that

1. Whether or not they realize it, they obviously view Yui in a higher light than just prey, possibly even close to other vampires since bloodsucking can be seen as a form of cheating when you're already exchanging the act with a current partner and

2. They're all one million percent capable of deeper love and understanding because how often do you fall head over heels with a piece of fried chicken??

[sandflakedraws]

Okay I’m not even into trolls or anything, but that height analysis was pretty cool and interesting lol

Any more things you analyzed? (Or even a fun fact, idk, just wanna see people talk about things they like)

i've analyzed quite a lot but one thing i haven't seen other folks fully explore is the horrific living conditions in that bottle.

i know why it's not covered in film, cause again, this story is a silly musical comedy for kids! and if it were given it's full appraisal, the tone of the movie would be absolutely shot.

...

but like,,,, it's so dang bad in there my dude. it's SO bad.

like, in it's upright position, the diamond's base isn't big enough for floyd to lay down on, without cricking his neck severely.

so even when we see him drifting to sleep, he's sitting. minimum 2 months of trying to sleep sitting up. (against a cold/hard surface no less)

(he's also got an instant-wake response to . someone lightly tapping on the door. . .)

oh and also! the air in there has gotta be super thin, as there is but a single breathing hole at the top of it, not even as wide as a troll finger.

and that's ! when it's not capped off ! most of the time, it's got the spritz cap on, making it even harder for any air to circulate in there.

while we're at it ; since that's the only opening (no clasps, no grooves, no visual indicators that it can open via any other method at all, hence the film's conceit that the brothers need to hit the PFH to free him), i'm inclined to believe that it's also the only way to get food to him...

... which is to say you can have your pick of many terrible options for that. whether velvet & veneer tried to mash something through there, or have him sip from the world's worst gerbil feeder,

or they just. didn't feed him at all. and he's only alive because it's a magic world.

wHICH IS STILL SAYING NOTHING ABOUT HOW THEY ACTUALLY HANDLE HIM

plugging those excerpts cause. y. yeah... they're not gentle with him at all. bro is Bruised to all hell.

.... and none of this has to do with the actual core threat in the movie, which is having his core forcefully ripped from his body, leading to the whiteness and crystallization we see goin on.

in conclusion i need way more art/fics covering floyd's recovery okay? okay.

[undertalebabbleblog]

Was there every any hope for Dream and Nightmare?

Could they have stayed in their universe, stayed together, stayed happy?

Maybe. But somehow, I can't see it, at least not after the village comes into the picture. They might have been able to stay in their own little bubble forever, but as soon as that outside force exists, the clock starts ticking.

It was Nightmare who couldn't take it anymore. But it could have easily been Dream. Either way, it was only a matter of time. I don't think there was any avoiding it, not really. Not in their situation, not with who they are.

Nightmare. The scapegoat, the dark one, the moon, the night. Tied to his brother by his very name, because even though he wasn't a nightmare, he's Dream's opposite, and that is all he was ever seen as by others. The dark to Dream's light, the negativity to Dream's positivity. Always defined by his brother, even before he was hurt for merely existing. Did he ever really get to be his own person?

And Dream, the golden one, the perfect one, the kind one, the sun. Always so helpful and positive. Always in demand, because who doesn't want to be happy? Their happiness is his responsibility. So he smiles, he helps, he conceals all the stress and sadness and anger and grief. He can't be seen with negative emotions, he can't effect others with his own feelings, he can't let his own feelings or needs or self matter when there's always other people who need him. So he keeps up that sunshine mask, keeps all the clouds and rain and storms locked in the dark where nobody can see them.

You can't maintain masks like that under enough built-up pressure. Eventually, something breaks.

Maybe they still had a chance. Broken things can heal, after all. Maybe they could have helped each other, grown, figured out a way to make things better.

Or maybe they were doomed from the start.

All I know is that if one didn't break, the other would have eventually.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Tomorrow lads (gn), I shall be embarking upon an incredibly ill-advised adventure, and I'm taking you all with me.

I have two pairs of old jeans (one with holes in the crotch and the other headed that direction). I don't wear jeans super often anymore for two reasons.

1) I go to work all day in my black work pants with super deep pockets and then I wanna come home and wear something I can go to bed in, which does not usually include jeans.

2) I own 1 (one) skirt that I have stolen from my mother. I love it so much. I love wearing it. It makes me feel nice. I like the way I look in it. I feel very pretty wearing a skirt. It is pretty much the only thing I wear casually. I would like to wear more skirts.

I think you may all see where I am headed. Tomorrow, I am going to take these two pairs or pants and attempt to sew them into one skirt. This will be accomplished by using one pair of pants as a base and the other to sew panels in between the legs of the first pair. This is so I do not end up with a pencil skirt (we're aiming for an A-line but we'll see whar happens).

While the absolute worst thing that happens with this endeavor is that I end up with something so mangled and ugly, I throw away two pairs of pants that already had a one way ticket to the trash can, this is ill-advised for a number of other reasons:

I do not know how to sew. I can thread a needle and repair a hole along a seam. That's about it.

I do not know how to operate a sewing machine.

I don't have a pattern or a list of instructions for this.

I am not looking up any sort of guidelines or professional instructions or advice before this because I am lazy.

As you can see, this adventure will be based off of mostly luck and guesswork and is doomed to failure from the start. I do however, have a singular secret weapon: J-Dog.

Now, if you got to this post and are not a mutual you will be unaware, but J-Dog is my brother, my best friend, my eternal tormentor, and the victim of 99% of my ill-advised bullcrap.

What none of you will know is that J-Dog knows how to sew. And I have *leverage* right now because he did not get me a Christmas present (this is not because he's a jerk or anything, Christmas was just very lowkey for us this year. I gave my whole family one "I will buy you fast food without whining about it" pass and a little drawing).

He also does not have a job right now because he is moving to a completely different state in roughly 1 week to start forestry with Job Corps. Which means I can hold him hostage. All. Day.

J-Dog will be helping me turn on, thread, and operate the sewing machine and will be pinning the skirt together.

If this doomed adventure is successful, I will post a picture of me in the skirt. If it is unsuccessful, I will post a picture of the tattered remains.

Happy New Year, and wish me luck folks!

[rabidjackalope]

Big brother Rafe who asks you if anyones touched you like this, as he slide his large hand under your shirt and gropes your tits.

Big brother Rafe who watches you shower.

Big brother Rafe who can only jerk off to step sibling porn.

Big brother Rafe who convinces you to give him a handjob because "it's okay as long as I'm not inside."

Big brother Rafe who stalks your social media and narcs to Ward about you being out with boys.

Big brother Rafe whose girlfriends look like you..... which isn't that weird until you overheard him call his gf your name while he fucked her.

Big brother Rafe who sneaks into your bedroom to steal a pair of your used panties, he smells them, licks them, and jerks off with them in your room.

Big brother Rafe who didn't hear you come in, until you walk in on him.

Big brother Rafe who wrapped a large hand over your mouth, pinning you against the door and telling you "I know you want it too."

Big brother Rafe who forces you on your bed, taking the panties he jerked off with a shoving them in your mouth so no one can hear you.

Big brother Rafe who moans when he takes your pants off and moves your underwear to the side because of how wet you are.

Big brother Rafe who tells you "that you feel so fucking tight." and "this pussy is so much better than anything I imagined."

Big brother Rafe who's a two pump chump because he just so excited to finally violate his little sister

~ love, bay-bay

[arkad322]

Can we talk about the snake bite for a minute

Because the first time we hear the story its trough wu , and it’s pretty mush him blaming himself, he didn’t want to go get the sword because he was immature and leave it for later , but his brother, the more mature one , went and look for it , and the legendary wu quote of never put off till tomorrow what can be done today, is one last wise words from his brother before evil invaded his veins

But then we have garmadon version of the story is that HE was the immature one , he was the one who went after the sword even tho he wasn’t supposed to , even tho wu , the more mature one , warned him about the snake , but he didn’t listen and got bit and the quote is just an immature thing he said before going into his fate

The two versions is different and both brothers are blaming themselves , and no one knows who is truly to blame and i think thats so interesting , because there’s no one to blame , but it happens

Idk I feel like we should talk about it more

[patron-saint-of-lesbeans]

‘What do you even do in adoration?’

Thank you for asking I basically show up and start with, ‘my beloved, you already know the day I’ve had but let me tell you - ’

[agoraphobicwhore]

I changed my mind I don't wanna be the older brother, not just the oldest but I wanna be the middle

The middle that gets picked on by the oldest because I'm more immature, the one that gets to fight and get beat up by the oldest because he knows I'll take it. Middle sibling who's spent so long watching and admiring the oldest, stealing his clothes and his cigs trying to be like him. Middle sibling who's so bad at hiding his huge crush on his big brother getting caught moaning and whining big bros name while he gets off

Middle who's so nice to the youngest because big bro is a dick, coddling him when he's upset or hurt. Middle sibling who teaches little brother how to cook and helps with his projects and is so patient when little bro gets frustrated. Middle who teaches the youngest to play fun games like spin the bottle with his big brothers

Oldest and middle giving extra special attention to the youngest, letting him lean back on the middles lap and get kissed while oldest figures out his favorite spots to be touched

Youngest and middle running to bother the oldest while he's busy. The middle pins him down unexpectedly and makes fun of him for not being able to get up while youngest plays with the bulge in big bros pants

Middle siblings are absolutely tacit to this dynamic I think

[roseverdict]

[beckandthebois]

Personally, I don't like when Sabo is called Ace's little brother. Sure, he's younger, by TWO MONTHS. He was like a little shorter, that's not even really visible to passerbys.

The two grew up together as friends. As allies. Sabo was almost just as strong as Ace and Ace was almost just as clever as Sabo. They're equal.

Maybe I'm miss remembering, or it was different in the manga or translation errors. But I don't think Ace or Sabo ever referred to each other as anything but brother, no big, no little.

I love the twin idea, I use it in my own writings. But canonically they never really had a label but brother. Especially now in the current time when Sabo has Ace's power, is taller than Ace will ever be and older as well. I don't and never will see it as the younger brother taking on the older brother's responsibilities, but more as Sabo being equal with Ace again, and carrying his will as Ace had carried Sabo's will.

The two are more symbolic mirrors. A sort of Yin and Yang, equal but opposite. The same yet different. While I have called Sabo the middle brother and Ace the oldest, I don't think I personally can ever call Sabo Ace's younger brother. It doesn't seem right.