#sibling type dynamics

[prlssprfctn]

Batboys, who finally got Jason to agree to join them in their Farm Weekends at Kents, and who beforehand warned Kon and Jon that, well, Jason can be a little flippant, but it nothing personal, only to find out that Jason has an awful, tooth-rotting soft spot for Supers.

Kon, sighing: Okay, Jon, remember, this guy is probably like Damian but older and worse... On the other side, you probably would like that, but just in case if he makes you cry, call me. I'll deal with him. Jon, giggling: Don't worry, Kon. Jason, appearing on the doorsteps: Hey, little ones. I wasn't sure what people usually bring as a gift when they are staying at someone, so I bought the bunch of sweets for ya. You don't mind, do you? Kon: L-little ones? Jon: SWEETS!

Batboys are flabbergasted. Jason never acts like this with them, so what the actual fuck. Tim checks on Jason's temperature, like, three times in the row, and gets his hand smacked. Damian stares at Jason, trying to figure out if the Pit madness had returned in a different light. They have no explanation for this.

Kon: Dude, you said that he was meanie. Tim: He IS. Usually. Kon: I don't know, man... He lets Jon sit on his shoulders and piggybacked me this morning. That's not really mean to me. Tim: WELL. HE NEVER DOES THIS WITH US. Kon: Maybe he just doesn't like you that much. Tim: SHUT UP.

Jason, helping to Lois with some chores: So, I need some help in stalls. Pretty boy, come and help me. Kon: (keeps standing cluelessly) Jason: (glares at him, confused) Kon: Oh! I am pretty boy? Jason: Yeah? Chop-chop, come on. Tim, muttering: All I get is Timbers. And Timberline. And Timmers.

Jason, cooing on Jon: Aw-w, here goes my itty bitty tiny- Damian: (growls) Tim: Somebody sedate me. Kon, twirling around in new leather jacket that he stole from Jason: Yeah, we are his new siblings at this point.

Dick: I am. SO. Happy. That. Little. Wing. Finally. Can. Unleash his. True. Cringey brother. Personality. Tim, concerned: Is that kryptonite in your hands? Dick: No. No. Don't get me wrong. I am very happy. I had waited for this day for years, even. Well. I expected ME to be his itty bitty tiny weenie. But. That's fine. I am fine. Damian: I'll fetch father... Tim: Yeah. Please.

[lesbianjackies]

i did NOT just see someone complain that s3 is “reducing lottie to her mental illness”……….. oh my fucking god two episodes in and the horrible takes are already rampant

[philzasjuicyass]

I need Michael to be the embodiment of ''love the sinner, not the sin'.

Like, Lucifer (understandably) thinks Michael hates him cus he never stood up for him/agreed w the Elders that his ideas were dangerous (or even was the one to banish Lucifer.)

Meanwhile Michael's crying himself to sleep abt how much he misses his lil' brother/whatever they were

[shakingparadigm]

what if. hyuna saw just a little bit of her brother in till. im just crazy ithink

[blaithnne]

Menaces when they team up. Need to find a dynamic name I can tag them with that doesn’t sound shippy. Does Kaisen work

[luminous-orb]

been slowly working my way through Star Ocean 2 The Second Story R. Guess who my favorite character is (it’s Rena) (I love you Rena)

[dimiotouole]

I had to do it to em

[myymi]

*sonic says something stupid that causes tails to turn around and give him the shadow glare™*

sonic, realizing he's doing the little brother copies big brother thing: oh. no, stop it. i don't like that

tails: what are you talking about?

sonic: you're grounded. i can't let that continue

tails: grounded for what? i didn't do anything!

sonic: it's okay, buddy. it's for the best

tails: ?? you're so weird

[king-spite]

so it seems the poppy war has become my absolute favorite series so ofc i'm losing my mind comparing every scene with my other favorite series (red queen) and making an unfathomable amount of headcanons

[annoyingflowerwitch]

some ppl actually say that the two of them have some kind of “chemistry” and that the only person ferid cares (?) abt is crowley 🤡 There couldn't be another ship that is so out of character and forced in ons ig

[radioroxx]

hmmmm mal du pays thoughts tonight

[toxic-spike-plumeria]

@nezu-spiketown from here 🌺

Plumeria smiled, shaking her head, and pressed 'answer'. Before she could even get a word in, she could hear Zeke explode on the other line.

"WELL LOOK WHO FINALLY ANSWERED! I've been calling since yesterday, Otto heard from y'alls boss that suddenly you had a boyfriend?? Like the fuck is that about??? And so I want answers cuz like, thats random as shit Plums, and so I call and there's no answer and then I call again and there's no answer and then I text and then nada?? So naturally I wanna know who the fuck is keeping my sis hostage-"

At that Plumeria let out a cackling snort of a laugh. She could picture Zeke getting angry on the other end. "Yo, don't you fuckin laugh at me!!! We're all over here scared to shit that that Douche Canoe gotchu again!! Its not funny!! Stop laughing!!!....please?"

By now she was full on laughing, almost crying, at his outburst. She hiccuped, trying to calm down before blurting out. "Would you calm down short stop? I'm fine, relax. Having the time of my life actually." She smiled leaning into Piers, still laughing lightly. "Also you're on speaker, and said boyfriend is here. His name is Piers-"

"I didnt ask his fuckin name, I just wanted you to tell me you're alive-" Zeke bantered back, only to get cut off by Plu.

"I'm alive and I am very well. Trust he's taking damn good care of me. Now behave shithead, and be polite! I'm trying to introduce you two."

Zeke sighed over the phone. "Excuuuuuse me, princess-"

"You done?" She snapped.

"Yeah. I'm good now."

"Good." Plumeria nodded. "Like I was saying, Zeke, meet Piers. Piers," she gave a small smile to him, "this jackass is Ezekiel, Zeke for short."

"Please stop telling people my full name. Pleaseee. And hello Mr. Pierce. Nice to kinda sorta meet you?" He sounded polite enough, albeit confused.

[mirroredmemoriez]

What do you think about the whole costas trap thing??

I’m going to go out on a limb and say you aren’t referencing anything to do with Mark his character and more so this?

It’s possible them amongst actors can laugh about this and at the end of the day it’s obvious he isn’t SERIOUS SERIOUS… Because that wouldn’t make sense.

However, I also think it’s nonsensical if you did generally contemplate it… Mark and Amanda don’t like each other, you can easily say they hate one another. I think it’s reductive to both characters to contemplate any relationship? I kinda view the canon material and fandom stuff separately at times… I enjoy shipping but realistically in the Saw universe there isn’t any room for romance and or just sexual relations.

Costas knows Shawnee better than likely any of us via working on the same movie franchise- But I can’t say the comment itself to me isn’t just a tad uncomfortable? That’s my own personal opinion and I literally cannot speak for anyone! But to make a simple statement, I don’t like it.

(Reblog add on)

[mkstrigidae]

APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

[soundleer]

decided to dig back into my roots and make a shitpost of my miitopia ocs after a while of not drawing them hyee

mushroom kingdom edition wallet

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[2deadkat]

This is gonna be the most hot take I’ll ever have…idk who knows, but I think Geronimo Stilton would’ve worked better as an ensemble cast with Gerry being the clear lead instead of a one man journey, especially into the later books with how they add the extended cast. Or at least missed out the potential there…

Like a Stilton family ensemble would’ve worked better with what they ended up establishing…

Hell make it a two-hander with Thea since it’s like opposite energies with similar positions

Plus it would make sense given the Thea sisters spin-off and how they share the same fame tho one considers to be more popular than the other…