#sibling fights

[mikisart94]

Brotherly Fights ✨

I enjoy the brotherly love but boy I enjoy them fighting and beating each other up in a loving and killing fashion/silly

I realized the text is small in some places I’m so sorry for that ;-;

Here’s close ups under the tags so you can see them better

[parker-artio]

Bat Boys as conversations I’ve had with my siblings

Jason yelling up the stairs: Listen here, you fuck-wadded candy-ass, I’m going to kill you once over- then resurrect your ass and kill you again!

Bruce exiting his office and looking at Jason like he’s insane: What in the world is going on?

Jason: Stay outta this Bruce, this is between me and that fucker *points to Duke hiding at the top of the stairs*

Jason: COME HERE, ASSHOLE!

Duke, in typical younger sibling fashion: No. You’re gonna hit me.

[foxy-cleo6]

I found this and rolled on the floor laughing

It is such an accurate portrait of a sibling fight

[ashleydire]

TSAMS THEORY

just a little theory I had after watching todays Tsams episode, this one to be exact-

So…if every time Sun gets angry, he just turns off his emotions, so then does that mean every time he gets angry, he’s becoming more like Dark sun? Because if he’s becoming more like Dark Sun then he might pay more attention to the words Dark Sun told him every time they met. He might turn against moon and pay attention to what Nexus said and why he went insane then start feeling the same way he did, leading him to ALSO be more like Killer Sun, who might talk to Sun making him have more reasons to become a villain

What are the chances that Sun could end up like that???

OMGehat if, either to spire Moon or just for revenge for being “mistreated” all that time, he brings back Nexus and they work together along with Killer sun and Dark Sun!?!?

[nicproznia]

SIBLING ANGST! SIBLING ANGST!

I made this thinking about S5 MK, all of that destiny thing and how messed up he feels.

And also! Hello to Ishir! Another LMK OC I did.

She is MK’s big sister, has been taking care of him since the beginning.

And yeah, this was the “EMOTIONAL DAMAGE” to her.

[itzzzzzzmoi]

[starwarsmum]

Day 8! How are we a week in already? Today we're back in Birds Make the Best Friends

@maribatserver

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Hey Dami, have you seen my sweater? I could've sworn I had it last night,” Marinette asked, frowning as she looked under the cushions and sofas. The kid snorted and Marinette glanced up at him from where she was crouching. “Is that a yes?”

“Tt, Drake has it, I believe,” Damian said gleefully, twirling the sword he had been practicing with expertly. Marinette frowned harder and squinted suspiciously at the door she had just come through. It was true that she hadn't seen Tim in a couple of hours but she had been pretty clear about how that sweater was hers and she would punish him severely if he took it.

“Right…thanks,” she muttered, making her way to Tim's room. When she didn't find him there, she mentally ran through the rooms she had already been in and headed to the closest drawing room that Tim enjoyed spending his downtime in.

She slipped into the room and stopped dead because- yep! There the little rat was, snuggled up in her Multimouse sweater. He had commented on liking it several times but she had made him one with his own superhero persona on it so she had assumed it was safe.

“Tim, why are you wearing my sweater?” Marinette shrieked, tackling him onto the floor. He gave a muffled yelp and tried to scoot away from her, hands scrambling as she yanked on his legs. “I made you your own Red Robin one! Why do you need to steal mine?”

“Mine got coffee on it, I didn't think you'd mind,” he whined, still trying to get away. Marinette sat on his feet and glowered at him.

“You absolutely knew I'd mind,” she said, smacking him in the stomach. “You can't just take my stuff! Especially the stuff I make for me! God, Tim, you have other clothes-”

“But nothing as comfy as what you make,” he said petulantly, trying to shove her off of him. “You weren't using it!”

“And now I can't because you're wearing it,” she snarked, reaching up to try pull at his hair. He yelped again and tried to swat her away but had to settle on grabbing her wrists instead. 

They continued to wrestle for dominance, Marinette with a clear advantage as she was spitting mad, until someone lifted her up and away. She gave a mouse-like squeak and twisted in the grip to try and free herself. She gave a growl when Tim cackled victoriously but she still wasn't dropped so she was stuck.

“What is going on in here?” Bruce demanded, immediately making Marinette feel guilty. She opened her mouth to blame Tim but he was quicker at the draw.

“Marinette went crazy and jumped on me! I was just trying to stop her pulling my hair,” he said, bottom lip jutting out. Marinette screeched and tried harder to get loose and start hitting him again but Bruce sighed and moved her behind him.

“You're both practically adults, I shouldn't be breaking up fistfights in my home,” he said, disappointment thick in his voice. “Alright, so that's Tim's side of things. Mari?”

“He stole my clothes!” She blurted, trying to think of a way to get Bruce on her side. He gave her a look of disbelief, like he couldn't see how a stolen sweater would lead to the scene he'd walked in on. “I made it for me, not to mention he has his own!”

“Marinette, it really isn't quite the same thing-”

“Of course you would take his side,” she said in an injured voice, pouting. Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, putting her down in the process. A rookie mistake as she took the opportunity to throw herself at Tim again, fists flying.

_ _ _

Several hours later, Marinette had her sweater back and Tim felt nettled. It had taken longer than he would ever admit to get her off of him when she had managed to attack again, even with Bruce's help. 

They still hadn't said anything else to each other and Marinette was scribbling in one of her sketchbooks. He refused to be the first one to speak because then she would win. So they continued to sit in annoyed silence, her with her pencil and sketchbook and him with his tablet.

“Have you two sorted out your differences yet?” Bruce said from the doorway, frowning at them. Tim glanced at Marinette and they came to a silent agreement that this was between the two of them, so they nodded. He was visibly relieved and nodded back at them. “Good, don't let me catch you fighting like that again, please.”

He left and they returned to their silent working, although Tim did glance up at her to gauge her mood. She was snuggled down in her sweater, moving the sketchbook around occasionally and adding seemingly random lines every now and then. 

“I see you retrieved your clothes. And without drawing blood, I am highly disappointed,” Damian said, coming into the room and sitting next to Marinette. 

“You didn't give me the sword when you sent me after him,” she replied absently, grinning at Tim when he made an affronted noise. “You can't tell me you're surprised that Damian ratted you out.”

“No, but I can be upset that you would have brought a weapon into it!” He exclaimed, glaring at his little brother when he smirked. “See if I help you any time soon, gremlin. You're my brother, not hers.”

“Tt, that is probably why I prefer her to you,” Damian sniffed, peering over Marinette's shoulder. “You are designing something new? Does that mean my new jacket is complete already?”

“Mostly, I'm just waiting for the kevlar infused fabric to arrive,” she agreed, grabbing her phone and showing Damian something on it. He nodded in approval at whatever he saw and Tim scowled at having to share his best friend. 

“Are you making yourself a new sweater then? I agree, once the pretender has worn something of yours it is best to burn and replace it as soon as possible.” 

“Hey-”

“No, I'm making him a matching one since he's such a crybaby about it,” she said, laughing when Tim jumped up and grabbed the book from her hands. And if he knocked Damian slightly as he did so, well that was just a bonus. “It'll be slightly different, mind you, so I can tell them apart. Yours will have a robin on the sleeve so you have no excuse for stealing mine again.”

Damian shouted in outrage as Tim hugged Marinette in excitement, the only warning he got before the little beast pulled a knife and pricked him with it. He yelped and jumped away, scowling at Marinette as she laughed at the pair of them.

Part 3

[operagirl]

Once I was taking a class that asked us to name logical fallacies and to study for my exam my friend would make up a flawed argument and I would have to shout out the logical fallacy. Little did I know that this would have some side effects. So I do the exam and go home for winter break. While home my sister got mad at me and instead of responding to her argument like a normal person I just shouted out the logical fallacy she had used.