We are children. My dad calls me to go outside with him to help fix the car. He needs me to find him a wrench in the garage. The garage is always filled with spiders and he knows I’m afraid. My brother is not. He’s inside playing video games. He doesn’t have to help look. He never has to help look. “You’re better at finding things.”
Practice makes perfect.
Mija, serve your brother.
My maternal grandma comes up to visit. The house is still a mess. I juggle honors classes, caring for the baby, caring for my brother, the bulk of the chores. Something had to give. My grandma looks at the house and then at me. “I could just beat you!” She growls. Nothing is said to my brother.
Later, she is helping make dinner. She brought a chicken and wants to show me how to cut it properly. I don’t want to. I’m tired from all the cleaning. She threatens to kick me. My mother says nothing about it. Just “You’ll have to learn to cook for when you have a husband!” My brother continues to play with his toys.
I drop my honors classes.
Mija, serve your brother.
We’re in high school now. The washing machine has broken. It’s been broken for weeks. We’ve run out of money and can’t afford to go to the laundromat. My dad arranges for his sister to pick us up and take us to his parents house so we can use their washer.
I’ve done my own laundry since I was 12. I wash, dry, and fold and then put them in my hamper. I then decide to go on a walk. I come back hours later. “Thanks for leaving me with all the work!” My mother snaps. My brother is playing with our cousin.
I will not serve my brother. He can serve himself.
I put myself through college. I want a STEM degree. My days revolve around homework, notes, clubs, work. I no longer have time for all the housework. I will not sacrifice my education, my glimmer of a chance out of this nightmare.
My brother lives on Youtube. He stays on Netflix until the sun rises. He is glued to the couch with the Playstation controller in his hands. Dishes are crusty. The laundry goes undone. The trash piles.The cat shits behind the chair because the litter is too dirty. He doesn’t want to pull his weight around the house.
DOODLES YES. I had way too much coffee a few hours ago so I started drawing like a madman (even tho I should have been doing homework).
The last pic is me merging Star vs the Forces of Evil with Hunter x Hunter and the first drawing was based off of a thing I saw of people wearing shirts like that (i drew the first one in an hour ok, I know it’s bad)
Rules: Take a picture of the sim that’s normally associated with your blog (your legacy founder/lead character in your story etc.), now take away all their cc (except their hair, eyebrows, and skin color), then do a before and after picture.
Notes: I did a girls edition (or at least the more relevant girls that I have). Fenix looks like god either way and tbh for the sake of this I gave her a little more makeup than usual because I normally don’t have her wear lipstick. With Ani I’m very happy I did this because I didn’t realize how much I actually LOVE her with a complete bare face. She looks so different and kind of like this one girl I wanted to model her after.. so she might just wear some tiny lashes from now on and call it a day because I’m into it. And finally there’s Jaide.. she wears the most in game makeup because I spent the least amount of time on her custom skin. I wish I could get her lips the same texture as the one she wears in game.. also her eyes look so different without eyeshadow lol.
P.S. If you did this already then please disregard.. and if I didn’t tag you it’s because I already seen you do it ^_^
As tracker James Conrad, he spends much of the movie kneeling down to
examine broken underbrush, eluding King Kong, and rolling through the
dirt to escape giant, underground lizard monsters who want to rip him
limb from limb. In other words, a typical day at the office. But his
greatest asset is not his gun. It’s not even the Samurai sword he uses
to slice his way through a flock of razor-beaked birds. It’s his plain,
gloriously tight, gray-blue t-shirt. To put it simply, he looks good as
hell. Possibly better than he does in a suit, which is really saying something.
I don’t know how it magically stays perfectly tucked in, or what
exactly it is about it that has inspired this obsession, but as a reward
for you taking the time to read about this important, high-priority
matter, please enjoy the next photos of him and his t-shirt in