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helloo!! i saw that your requests were open and wokred up the coruage to send in a request :]
i rarely see chris mclean x readers (despite him being a fan favorite, methinks) and i kinda wanted to see if you could write hcs of him x a young nibling!reader who participates in tdi? (nibling is the gender neutral term for niece/nephew - since i want a nonbinary/gn reader :])
basically having to do with anything; basic interaction between reader and chris, his reaction or what he'd do if reader got hurt, etc. ty!! :]
Hello there!! Thank you so much for the request, it turned out a lot more wholesome than I expected! And yeahh I agree with you there that there isn’t a lot of Chris McLean content despite the large number of people appearing to like him in the fandom which hurtss ;A; but nonetheless! I hope this makes an enjoyable read, and that you feel more welcomed to send in future requests <3
CHRIS MCLEAN X NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS
Ever since you were younger, you always had a strong bond with your uncle, and were always excited whenever he came over.
However, there was never a time where you went over to his place, since he was always busy.
Up until this summer, where Chris got the job hosting a brand new reality show where teenagers would compete in challenges in hopes to win a large amount of money.
After talking with your parents, your uncle was ecstatic to announce that you were going to spend the holidays with him on the show.
It felt like preparing for a sleepover! You had to pack everything you’d need for the two months: your pyjamas, your toothbrush, a variety of clothes, your portable movie player, (naturally) some movies and your mountie stuffed bear.
“Be careful when you get there, (Y/N)! My brother always had a bit of crazy in him.” Your mother advised, kissing you goodbye and watching you get on the boat for Camp Wawanakwa.
“Uncle Chris!” You called out to him, seeing him wave at you from the dock. Frantically, you wave back.
“(Y/N), welcome!” He ebulliently greeted you, helping you out of the boat. Once you got on the same ground as him, you share a hug before he walks you down the island, rolling your suitcase for you.
“Are they recording yet?” You asked, looking around. It’s so big!
“Not yet, we will be in fifteen minutes!”
“Is this...where we’re staying?” You didn’t want to be rude, but the island wasn’t as tropical or as vibrant as Chris made out to be.
“Nope! It’s where they’re staying.” He laughed, referring to the teenagers,“We’ll be staying at my crib that’s just around the corner.”
Upon learning that Chris McLean was an uncle, the campers were keen on leaving a good impression on you, especially since what you thought of them actually did play a role on their chances in the competition.
It goes without saying, there were some foul people that painfully obviously wanted to use this kin as a tool for themselves. Exhibit A:
“Hey kiiiid.” Heather came over to you during her free period. The smile she had on her face was too kind to be true. You’re also sure she forgot your name,“Really cute pair of overalls you’ve-“
You pause your movie,“What do you need?”
Ah, cut to the chase,“Listen. You know all the challenges that Chris has in store for us, right?”
“Mhmm! Gross stuff.”
She leans on your chair, intrigued,“What do you want in exchange of helping me win immunity?”
This was precious. She’s asking you for help. You place a finger to your chin, thinking carefully,“Hmm... A pony!”
Her nose wrinkles,“Ah...not that.”
“But that’s the only thing I don’t have yet...” you whine. So much for negotiation!
“Why not something more realistic? Like...” she struggled to think of something appealing to give you from her conditions,“Ugh you know what, forget it. Just forget it.”
Good riddance! Let’s look at an example where a camper was in your favour.
It was dinner time and the contestants were stuck eating their questionable sloop.
Using Chris’ pointed attention on Chef, you snuck out into the mess hall and crawled under the table of the Screaming Gophers.
“Psst. Leshawna.” You tugged at her shirt from underneath.
“(Y/N)?” She keeps her voice low, peering down at you,“What are you doing there, baby?” Leshawna was always so nice to you- and not because she wanted an advantage, but because that’s who she is.
That’s why you decided to do this for her,“I wanted to give you some of what we’re having.” You place a wrapped up burger and an ice cream tub on her lap, resulting her to internally squeal and cover her face’s lower half in joy.
“For me?! Oh, you’re an angel... Thank you, sweetie!” She gushes, squeezing your cheeks, amazingly attaining a low voice.
Also there was no reason for you to be sneaky: Chris would’ve allowed you to treat your favourites overtly if it meant hostility could grow among them. You knew that- you just enjoyed feeling like a spy.
Which would have consequences for getting your forehead grazed and knee scraped later: like any kid, you wanted to explore around your new environment; not during the day when everyone would be awake, that’s no fun, but when the sky was mixed with tangerines and blueberries.
You made sure Chris was still sleeping, for no adventure could be fun if someone knew exactly where you were going.
Putting on your wellington boots, you left through the back door of his mansion and embarked into the woods, humming, singing, throwing your stuffed bear in the air and catching it as it came back down.
All was going well, until a sudden blast of an air horn terrified you out of your skin. With the ground shaking, you lose balance and fall into a pile of leaves. To your horror, you discover your stuffed bear not landing with you, but rolling off the hill.
Urgently, you leap to your feet and was smart enough to know you were approaching the edge- a wrongly timed tree root thought differently, leading you to roll too. Bluntly.
“Ow...ow...ow!”
For what felt like ages, you finally came to be stationary and in dizzy vision, you saw your intact teddy bear in front of you.
You would’ve cheered, but your suspiciously wet forehead contracted your arm, seeing the freshly imprinted red on your palm reminding your consciousness of a similar sensation on your knee,“Ohhh that’s not good...”
“Hey Chef... Do you know where (Y/N) is?”
“(Y/N)? I thought you had ‘em.”
Chris’ instinctive worry quickly morphed into nonchalance once he heard your tale, but was still willing to bandage you,“You had me all worried just for that to be the case?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“Did you have fun?” He asked, cleaning your knee.
“I did.”
“Then you’re spared. You gotta be more careful though. If it was anything more serious, your parents will never let you into my hands again.”
Really? Over this?,“Ohhh, but I’m fine! I’m still alive, aren’t I?”
“Haha, you’re lucky you’re not my child.” He joked in response,“Alsoooo, while we’re on the topic of home, they called.” He walks over to his drawer and extracts a dreadfully familiar booklet, smirking at you,“Looks like someone forgot to pack their summer homework.”
You groaned,“Nooo... Why did you show me that? I thought I was on holiday, aren’t I meant to relax?”
Chris chuckled, shrugging,“Education is the scam of the century, (Y/N)! You’ll get used to it.”
“No faiiiir. I’m a kid! I should get to be on holiday forever!” You protested.
“Shouldn’t we all? Sadly, it’s one of those yucky things of life.” He wears a mocking melancholic look.
You blow a raspberry,“More like the yuckiest! Why does school have to exist in the first place? It’s sooo boring!”
“We can all agree with you there, my dear child,” He rubs your head in pity.
You tittered,“You’re the coolest, uncle Chris! If I said that back home, mom wouldn’t let me watch tv for the rest of the day.”
He laughs with you,“She was never the fun one in the family.” He goes serious,“Don’t tell her I said that, or else you won’t be the only one with an injury.”
“Got it!”
After Chris was done patching you up, you take the booklet outside, sulkily murmuring,“Nghh... I don’t wanna do this...”
Courtney happened to be nearby when she heard your dilemma,“Hey (Y- What happened to you? Are you alright?” Her concern real.
“I’m fine...”
“Aw! Poor thing. You can’t do homework when you’re unwell! Want me to help you?” She offered...to do algebra?
“Sure! It’s one of my best suits, especially as a CIT!” She enthusiastically seizes your booklet from your hand and immediately starts answering the first page. You watch in bewilderment.
She’s so smart...! Like a robot!
“(Y/N)? Any camper you want to give invincibility to tonight?” Your uncle asked with a smile.
“Uh... I really like Gwen, but I also like Leshawna...” you sheepishly selected.
Keeping his smile, he turned to said campers and threw both of them a marshmallow.
“That’s my buddy!” Leshawna cheered.
“Thanks (Y/N)!” Gwen’s sweet smile tainted ruthlessly to Heather.
“Brat.”
It was funny seeing Heather get annoyed.
After the week’s elimination ceremony, you gave Chris a toothy grin,“Unnnncle, wanna play uno with me?”
“You bet I do! Wanna invite Chef?” He asked, taking your hand.
“Yeah!”
#chris mclean#request#tdi x reader#tdi#total drama island chris#uncle chris mclean#nibling reader#nibling#chris mclean x reader#td chris mclean x reader#total drama chris mclean#td chris#total drama#total drama headcanons
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My love and respect for the Idol Factory subteam just went up even more for using a specifically gender neutral word for their relationship to the child. They can explain Thai phrases and translate gender neutrality between languages! @absolutebl best subtitles out there
#gap#gap the series#idol factory#good subtitles#thai gl#thai ql#thaiql#thaigl#gl drama#gl series#ql series#ql drama#nibling#i love this#gender neutrality between languages
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Is the ask game drawing obscure lil guys? Has anyone already asked about the Nibling? 🥺 (I have just come home from work and I have no concept of anything.)
The prompt was obscure little guys I never draw and I have to draw them from memory. Thankfully for you, the Nibling is one of them (there are a bunch but I picked the one from MP's Memoirs)
I made him too fluffy and didn't get the whiskers right, darn.
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Welsh Gender Neutral Terms Tournament #3 - (Neutral) Niece/Nephew
Following on from this post I made yesterday, in which I listed some possible gender neutral Welsh terms for family brainstormed in the discord, I'm going to make a series of polls to find out which terms people prefer for each concept. In each poll I'll have two options and example sentences using each term (you are welcome to create your own as well). Your feedback is very much appreciated too! Reblog with tags or send an ask- either is fine!
And of course, please reblog for a larger sample size. Diolch!
(Neutral) Niece/Nephew:
(There is no gender neutral equivalent in English, though some use Nibling for this. Nibling was apparently coined in 1951!)
Naith f. - Niece/Nephew - “Bydd eich naith yn gwisgo'r siwt las” (Your nibling will wear the blue suit)
[‘nith’ (niece) + ‘nai’ (nephew) ]
Naib f. - Niece/Nephew - "Pryd mae eich naib yn cyrraedd?" (When is your nibling arriving?)
[‘nith’/’nai’ + Eng. ‘Nib-’, from Nibling]
#cymraeg#cwiar#gymraeg#lhdt#gender neutral#gender neutral terms#nibling#anneuaidd#trawsryweddol#welsh#hoyw#cymru
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da crew
#ordered these ages ago but Japan Post delivery options aren't available due to Ukraine so buyee kept my packages in the warehouse for#longer but recently they put the 30 day limit back on so I had to just pay Way Too Much for the delivery instead 😔#for these AND the hide n seek figures... ah well at least i have em now I guess#(well the hide n seek ones haven't come yet)#moominpappa#hodgkins#nibling#joxter#muddler#merch#the quality of these figures is soooo good ik I've already talked about them when they were announced but it's worth reiterating 👌
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When i talk about "my kids" i mean my future adopted niblings. I do not want children but i will happily corrupt my friends' children
#oh the embarrassing stories ill tell#(toned down for young audiences obviously)#*cough* *cough* squeaky#oh and for anyone who doesn't know#nibling is a gender neutral term for neices and nephews#nibling#friends#ace uncle#ace#asexual#not a reblog
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Crocheting a plushie with a no. 3 (light) very slippery very splitty yarn sure is a choice I am making
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Out of sheer curiosity I looked up the gender neutral term for a niece or nephew since I still don't know the baby's gender and I just... I don't know... I mean I guess but still...
#nibling#i actually love this and have decided from here on out that if I become an aunt this word will be used quite frequently
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Was anyone gonna tell me that the term "nibling" has actually been around since the goddamn 50s?!
Apparently it was first coined in freaking 1951 by a Mister Samuel E. Martin — everyone say, "Thank you, Martin."
I thought it was a new thing, only popped up in the last decade or so at most ... but now you're telling me that the term "nibling" is actually older than my dad?? Like, what????
#nibling#etymology#words#samuel e. martin#gender neutral language#nonbinary#non binary#my dad: est. 1955 / nibling: est. 1951#i am shocked and delighted#language#langblr#ngl the reason i was reading this was actually bc i didn't like the term nibling and was trying to find/come up with something better#(i didn't like that i'd always hear it as “nibbling”)#the fact that it's been around since 1951 (even if only in specific circles) has made me far more comfortable with it#if i ever hear someone gripe about it irl i'm gonna start spitting facts like “did you know it was actually coined in 1951?!” 😃#nb#enby#gender neutral terms
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OKAY OKAY, hello again!! loved the nibling reader you wrote and just had to write it again!!! (if you couldn't tell im a sucker for platonic family hcs <3)
this time, this request is quite angsty?? ig nibling!reader getting their feelings hurt (either by duncan, heather, or whoever you decide to choose!) you can decide if they either run to chris to cry to, or if they run away to a more.. deserted(??) area of the island. (bonus points if after reader feels better, leshawna comforts them <:]) thank yeww!!
HIYAAA!! Lovely seeing you again with another appreciated request, and to hear that you are happy with how I interpret a Chris nibling reader! It means a lot ! <3
As always, have an enjoyable reading experience! 😊
ANGSTY! CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS
Heather was on the chopping block.
She needed to do something urgently. The day wasn’t getting any earlier. Everyone was itching to cast her name out of the competition.
Immunity wasn’t in her favour this time.
She needs to find a reason asap to not be kicked out tonight. That there was actually someone around that was a much bigger threat to everyon-
...Everyone?
...
Jackpot.
“You know that...toy Chris’ nibling has? I need you to get it for me.” Heather beseeched bluntly to Lindsay, hours before the elimination ceremony, in the whistling privacy of the forest.
“Um, sure?” The blonde’s voice high pitched from stupidity agreed,“But why can’t you go ask yourself? (Y/N) doesn’t bite! Not people!”
“Because Lindsay...I...gotta make sure I’m presentable! My hands need to be in perfect condition.” It was a strange excuse, but Lindsay was narrow.
“Ohh, right! Gotcha.” If anything, she found relatability in such empty words.
Too easy,“When you get it, come straight back here. You can remember that, can’t you?”
“Ohh, totally! In geography, I-“
“Go get the teddy.” Heather interrupts dismissively.
“Okay...” she watches moody Lindsay’s height get smaller and smaller as she disappears more and more to carry out one last request.
You were sitting on the sand with your legs spread out when you saw the pretty blonde girl approach you,“Hi Lindsay!”
“Hii (Y/N)! Is that Mrs Maple?” She pointed at the stuffed bear, dressed in a shirt of the Canada flag.
You nod,“She’s having a suntan!”
“Oooo, she’s a lot like me! We both love being trendy!” Ask to get the teddy, ask to get the teddy,“Could I hold her? I...wanna see if we’re really on the same wavelength!” She zealously asks.
You hesitate. You never really let that happen.
You hold Mrs Maple by her underarms and stare far into her black eyes, before you nod and hand her over.
“Thanks! Aww... It’s such a cute bear!...Oh...wait...” She remembers her objection, and gawks back at you,“I think I hear her talking! She said she wants me to uh, get some syrup for her! Gotta go!”
Before you could protest, she races away.
That’s weird... Mrs Maple is shy when she meets new people...
Oh! It must be a coverup for a game of tag.
Thus, you got to your feet and ran the same way she did, following her footprints in the sand, smiling. Challenge accepted!
“Hey...! Heather!” She wheezes, holding the teddy to her,“I got it!”
“Good.” She hears a distant “Wait up!” which melts a glare on her face to Lindsay,“You let them follow you?”
“Ohh... I didn’t know they would. But they sound like they’re having fun!” Lindsay found much virtue in it.
“Yeah... A lot of fun.” The wicked glimmer of Heather’s smile shifts to the blades of a pair of scissors she sharpened out, offering them to Lindsay,“Cut the head off.”
...
Lindsay is mortified.
“Wh-What?!” She stutters, clearly having the full ugly picture confidential to her up until now,“I don’t understand, I-I thought you wanted it to see it!”
“Yeah, and to mutilate it.” She snaps the scissors together,“Take.”
“I can’t! I won’t!” She yelled, holding Mrs Maple to the other side,“This teddy is (Y/N)’s whole astronomy, and she didn’t do anything to deserve decapitation! Besides, I-I was the one that took it so, it’d make it look like it was my idea!”
“Right on.” Heather snarled, Lindsay’s out of nowhere refusal not being part of the plan- she could threaten her position in the alliance, but eh, not much of a point if... Oh well. She did do the difficult part so there was nothing hard about snatching the teddy right from Lindsay’s hands and rapidly tearing the head off faster than she could blink.
“Heather! What are you doing?!” She screeched.
The sick image of stuffed cotton overflowing from both ends of the teddy to the ground.
Mrs Maple’s head was now a teddy of its own.
“There.” She pushes the two pieces back into Lindsay’s shaking hands,“Now you can give this back. Or should I say, these.” A malicious smile raises on her pale lips.
“Oh my God... You’re gonna be in so much trouble!”
“No. You’re gonna be in so much trouble.” Heather reiterated victoriously,“Later!”
She sprints away.
“Hey! Come back, this is your doing!” official that Heather wasn’t going to come back, Lindsay bites down on her bottom lip as she desperately tried useless methods of fixing it such as seeing if the head could stay on the neck by itself or licking her finger to try stick the separated body parts together.
Nothing worked.
I...I didn’t know bears bleed white fluff!
“Lindsay...?”
The one voice she wished she didn’t hear then.
She swiftly hides her hands behind her back and faces the small child, whose shoes and hands were dirty from running and falling, twitching on a nervous smile,“(Y/N)! Y-You’re here! That’s so...great!”
“Could I have Mrs Maple back now please? Her social battery must be so dead by now...” you asked, coming towards her wobbly from running so much.
“Oh um, well, see uh...” her falling on her words didn’t help her case. Hey! She can’t do these things under pressure!
Your face drops,“You...lost her?”
“No! She’s...” she sighs, divulging her heavy hands,“Here. I-I can explain-!”
Immediately, your eyes stung deeper than a wasp’s.
She was showing you your worst nightmare.
Someone you trusted.
“What...?” It was rather unsightly. It... This couldn’t be happening...
“I promise I didn’t do it! It was Heather! It was Heather’s idea, I swear! I didn’t know she wanted to do that!” Lindsay broke down to plead her innocence, guilt stronger than her mascara.
Pulse bellowed in your ears,“Heather...did this?”
A sweet baby returning lifeless by the neglect of the babysitter. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,“I...It’s okay...It’s...okay.”
Proving wrong after five seconds of eerie silence, by the destructive wave of your cries. Before Lindsay could try consoling you (try being very needed), you ran away.
How could you do that? Trust Lindsay of all people? You’ve never had a greater ocean of self hatred flood your insides.
Oh man it did not feel nice.
Chris didn’t predict his nibling to run to him bawling, so he was very caught by surprise. It took him time to properly ask what was wrong given that he had to fully acknowledge that you were hurt, tremendously.
You’re so overwhelmed, you can barely speak. Your wails hold you by the throat and your face never more pinched. All Chris could do is hold you and wait for you to calm down enough to vocalise the root of your distress; whoever was responsible for that was done for.
You hiccuped,“M-My ted...ted... H-Hea...Heath...Heath...”
“Yeah, I can’t understand you,“ he nods at Chef to get a cup of water. Once obtained, he gently urged you to take your head off his body so you could drink it.
Already, your breathing was restoring back to normal and your mouth was empty.
“Better? Alright.” He pats a tissue to your face,“Tell Uncle Chris what’s gotten you all choked up.”
The evocation of it was enough to get you bawling again, and you felt that you had already burdened your uncle enough by disrupting his chat with Chef. So you decide to put the first line of context into words,“I gave Mrs Maple to Lindsay and...” then deciding to show him the pieces. He could figure it out, he’s smart.
“Oh sweet child.” he takes them in his hands, wrinkles forming under his dilated eyes in pure perturbation from what he was seeing. No wonder you were so devastated! He’ll admit, he kinda expected something like this, but not by the intention of other people,“Lindsay did this?”
“I... I don’t know...” your head is light,“She kept saying it’s Heather’s fault, but... I’m still upset I gave it to her in the first place...”
“We’ll check the camera footage, but either way, somebody isn’t going to go through just elimination tonight.” He’ll make sure of that. He takes his sight off you to place the parts of your beloved teddy down on the table, being very gravely mistaken for something else.
“Don’t throw her away!” You shriek, pulling onto his shirt of dark turquoise to prevent him from such,“Please, I’ve had her for a long time! Don’t make me get rid of her!”
He’s once again dismayed, but his tone grew resistance this time,“We won’t be doing that. It’s just the head that came off, soo we’ll sew it back on and maybe clean her. She’ll be as good as new.”
You wipe your nose,“Really?” Thank God.
He nods, stroking the top of your head,“I’ll have Chef work on it right away. As for me, I have other business to attend to. It’s all gonna be solved, I promise.”
Your tears were no more,“Thanks, Chris...” you’re serious. You don’t know what you would’ve done if he wasn’t there,“Do you think we could...play board games tonight?”
“Totally!” Best uncle ever,“We’ll do all your favourite games and we can stay up allll night. How’s that sound?”
See? Chris wasn’t exactly the best at people comforting, but when it came to the very few people he held dear, that’s when he’s serious.
Knowing how teenagers were, especially of Heather’s textbook, he couldn’t expect a lecture to turn her heart.
But he did enforce a warning to them that harassment was off limits on those who weren’t participating.
How?
You don’t want to know.
“Hey sweetie.” Leshawna came and sat next to you during your wait for your uncle to tell you he’s free to begin board game night,“How are ya? Feeling a little bit better?” By this time, Mrs Maple was one piece again.
You’re way too disturbed to treat her the slightest of play,“Yeah... I just... I never felt so sad in my life. I practically watched someone close to me die. When...I saw that...she was torn in two, so did my heart.”
“Aww.” she curves her hand around you and rests her head on yours,“Sorry you went through that, some people can be so miserable. You ain’t meant to be feeling all this sad, gloomy things we teens do. You just a kid!”
“I’m never giving Mrs Maple to anyone again.” Your decision thrived of bitterness.
“And that’s completely fine. She’s your toy, no one should force you to do anything you don’t wanna with her. It’s alright to be hurt, but you gotta make sure that the way you handle it is the best way to let you move on sooner.”
“Is...Is Heather going home tonight?” you needed to know. It may have been there, but you needed to hear it.
“Oh, totally. Girl dug her own grave and now, she may need to retake her passport photo.” Leshawna chuckles at the thought,“I mean, to go after a kid who did nothing and still be too much of a chicken to own up? Way out of line.”
“Will I always have to meet someone as nasty as her...?” Your puffy eyes set back to the newly placed stitches on Mrs Maple’s neck.
Leshawna sighs, rubbing your shoulder,“Unfortunately in this world we live in, there’s all kinds of sick freaks and Heather is just one of them. But you shouldn’t waste your life worryin’ about them, because there’s also really great people in your life that will always wanna look out for you, and it’s them you really wanna spend time on, ain’t it?”
“Like you?”
She smiled,“Come here, sugar.”
You felt safe enough to let Mrs Maple join in. Leshawna...she’s amazing. And would make a great big sister, if she wasn’t one already.❤️🩹
#tdi x reader#td chris mclean x reader#chris mclean x reader#td chris#chris mclean#request#tdi#total drama#total drama chris mclean#total drama island chris#nibling reader#nibling#td lindsay#td heather#total drama lindsay#total drama headcanons#total drama heather
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Me before: I'll be the Cool Aunt™ and have fun with all my niblings
Me this morning:
Cousin: You'll miss the bus!
Nephew: What's so bad about it? I don't have to go to school if I do; my brother isn't going either (toothache)
Cousin: Listen here you-
Me: If you miss, I'll drop you off on my motorcycle, I'll park it in the middle of your school ground and fart loudly in front of everyone and tell them that I'm your sister and they'll all make fun of you for having a farting sister and not your brother because he won't be there.
Nephew: The bus it is...
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#cat in a box#cats in boxes#if i fits i sits#cats#cat#fuckyeahcatsinboxes#cats of tumblr#box cat#catsinboxes#cat box#catinabox#cats in stuff#box#inky#kitten#nibling cat#mine#nibling
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❤❤❤❤CONGRATULATIONS!❤❤❤❤
YOU, [insert name here], JUST GOT
❤❤❤❤SOULED❤❤❤❤
COPY AND PASTE THIS MESSAGE TO ❤❤SOUL❤❤ YOUR FRIENDS!
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Dear, do you need my antivirus software?
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My dad asked what a gender neutral term for niece/nephew is. His reply was, “Nibling sounds like a D&D minor character. But ok, Thanks”
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So currently my brain is stuck on the names of familial relationships and how they could be made more systematic.
Buckle up for a long rambly post that you will gain nothing from reading after the fold.
I started with the inverse of the “nibling” (gender-neutral alternative to niece/nephew) relationship and wondered if there was a word for it. I found “pibling” (short for “parent sibling”).
Sure, it works, but I find it weird that a relationship to a (usually) older relative sounds so diminutive. But then I was thinking about how “great aunt/uncle” is used (I know some people say “grand aunt/uncle”, but I don’t), skipping over grand (e.g. great grandparent). Which means aunt/uncle basically get the “grand” included.
Well, what are they the “grand” version of? Well, “sibling”. So aunt basically means “grandsister” and uncle “grandbrother”. So a pibling could be called a grandsibling, making your great aunt also your great grandsibling.
But now we have a new problem, which is that if we extend nibling the same way, like how your child’s child’s child is your great grandchild, your nibling’s child is your great grandnibling, now the number of greats is off by one.
For example, your sibling’s child’s child is your grandnibling, but you are their parent’s parent’s sibling, making you their great grandnibling.
That makes me wish that there were a way to modify sibling directly to go down a generation rather than needing a separate word for a sibling plus a generation down the tree.
Well, what’s the opposite of grand? Terrible? That doesn’t seem like a good idea. Grand can also mean very big, so how about tiny? Maybe it also sounds potentially rude, but consider this: great and grand both mean similar things and start with the same letter. What can we prefix tiny with for a similar effect? Let me introduce: “teeny tiny”.
So instead of your grandparent calling you their grandchild, they call you their tinychild. And your children? Their teeny tinychildren. And their children? Of course that’s their teeny teeny tinychildren.
So it might be dumb, but it’s also hilarious and very cute.
So that bring’s us back to the nibling/pibling relationship from the start. Now nibling becomes tinysibling, and pibling becomes grandsibling. And your great aunt is now your great grandsibling, and you are her teeny tinysibling.
The final question to ask is, “Is this system better?” And the answer is a resounding no. Is it plausible to get people to adopt? Another resounding no. But, and this is the real killer question: is it funnier? Hell yeah.
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THEY CRAWLED!!!! THEY CRAWLED WITH THEIR LEGS!!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!! MOVEMENT LEARNED!!!!!
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