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nothingtherefornow · 5 months

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About Evil teenagers antagonists in Miraculous

I currently wonder how can some fans still want a redemption for somoene like Chloé who willingly hurt people just because that's was her definition of "fun".

Why not accept Chloé as somoene evil ? Just because she's 14 years old ? Just because Gabriel was worst than her doesn't take away the fact that Chloé is a truly bad person who has the potential to become as evil, if not worse than Gabriel while growing up.

Even in real life, adults are not the only ones who are capable of cruelty and crimes. If only adults were capable of monstrosity, I wouldn't have 14-year-olds killing each other with callache nikoffs in the drug trafficking districts of my city. we wouldn't have young people beating up little ones and pushing others to suicide and absolutely not regretting their actions. And we wouldn't have stories to raise eyebrows about kids capable of committing murder and acts of torture without necessarily having been abused in their lives.

To me, anyone who loves to make others suffer for their own sick pleasure (and their victims are people who objectively don't deserve such cruelty) has serious mental issues and can be a danger to others.

Both Chloé and Lila love to make others people suffer or don't care about hurting innocents, and they certainly don't feel any empathy for anyone, or in Chloé's case, no longer feel any empathy (she may have felt sympathy and empathy for Adrien at some point, like during the episode Felix in season 3, but that's definitly no longer the case as soon as Adrien asked her to stop being a biatch). Maybe Lila may feel a form of attachment toward her mothers, yet that doesn't stop her from manipulating them and fooling them in a way that's pretty cruel if you dig deeper in Lila's scale of truancy and imposterization.

I know that technically when a 14 year old kid behaves like Lila and Chloé we could say to ourselves that it is unfair to give them no chance and to condemn them when they are only 14-15 years old and could change for the better if they could be guided on the right path.

But Miraculouse is a show in which the superheroes with the fate of the world in their hands are 14 year old kids. And as such in this fictitious reality, other 14 year olds are perfectly likely to become real cruel and threatening villains i without any scruples, especialy if they are influenced by the wickedness of an adult supervillain.

And I believe that Gabriel's evilness only made Chloé's and Lila's wickedness worse.

He put those two girls in positions of power where they could hurt others and act according to their darkest and Manichean impulses. And Lila and Chloé would only want more taste of that power to crush others. And you know how power easilly corrupt the most greedy hearts.

On several occasions, Gabriel even approved of Lila and Chloe's horrible plans and actions. He has encouraged Lila on numerous occasions to "get rid of" Marinette, thus giving the impression that he supports Lila's jealousy, and during collusion he will have the nerve to say that Chloé's ideas, which consist literally ruining the academic future of your classmates and putting your pregnant teacher in jail for no good reason are good ideas. Having a rich adult in a position to approve of their actions in this way will only have given Lila and Chloe the feeling that their acts of cruelty and malice are justified, and thus reinforced their evil nature.

On several occasions we have seen Chloe and Lila voluntarily let themselves be akumatized, and worse than that, we have seen them plan to be akumatized (Chloe in Penalteam, and Lila in Revelation) and not for understandable reasons like that of a desperate Jalil brainwashed by lies on social media. Because Lila and Chloe have only ever been motivated by their narcicism, their ego, and their desire to get revenge on people they hate for the most pettiest, vain and selfish reasons possible.

Lila and Chloé may be kids, but they are evil teenagers, because they would gladly become supervillain if that means getting what they want. And what they want is anything but noble. For their selfish goals, Lila and Chloé were willing to endanger the city they live in and all its inhabitants. I don't even know if I can still call Lila and Chloé kids or teenagers, with how far they're willing to go and hurt people for the sake of their ambitions.

Although there's still the possibility that Lila may be an adult with a youngfull appearance or a hormonal abnormality making her look like a teenager when she could be an adult. But that would risk making her a pedophile so I don't think the show will go that far ^^ At most they could give her the same as Théo Barbot

But an antagonist adult would be needed then to balance an antagonist teenager supervillain.

Good thing we still have Tomoe Tsurugi then

It's tragic that Chloé and Lila wickedness and evilness could be due to serious mental issues or Chloé's bad upbringing, and the show may have decided that it's more important to protect others from the harm Chloé and Lila can cause rather than to prioritize "helping" them with their issues. Both Marinette and Adrien proposed another path for Chloé to chose, one that could have helped her heal from the emotional and mental wounds her mother's abandonment and neglect. Chloé instead chose Hawkmoth's/Monarch

Ladybug offered Lila her friendship, and Adrien also offered Lila to be there for her as long as she didn't hurt those he loved. Yet both Lila and Chloe voluntarily chose to continue committing bad deeds and hurting others, regardless of the fact that someone reached out to them and offered them another path to get love, acknowledgement and recognition from people. Adrien and Marinette don't have to sacrifice their mental health for people who wish them harm, so I understand very well that it wasn't and won't be their priority to help Chloé and Lila find potential redemption. And especially when Lila and Chloe seem determined to refuse to change and continue to cling to their wickedness.

It should be the adults responsabilities to deal with Chloé and Lila issues, and unfortunatelly the adults in Miraculous are pretty lousy and incompetents. It's very tragic when we don't know that one kid is a psychopath, and if another has always gotten away with his narcissistic behavior disorder and nothing had ever been done to help them deal with that issue, that only leaves the opportunity for the seed of evil in these kids to germinate and flourish, and then reach the level of nastiness that is more often found in adults.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous thoughs #chloé bourgeois #lila rossi #gabriel agreste #tomoe tsurugi #This show seems to like evil teenagers antagonists in Miraculous #and the fact that the influence of an evil adult antagonist only facilitates their premature fall towards the path of evil #We had Garbage Agreste giving Chloé and Lila opportunities to be villains and supervillains who would antagonize and oppose the heroes #then in season 6 we may have Tomoe Tsurugi becoming one of chrysalis's ally #That sure would be better than the whole miraculous team having a lot of trouble against just one villain teenager

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aspd-culture · 3 months

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aspd and adhd(/possible autism) culture is realizing only once you're out of high school "ohhhhhhh wait, so i thought i wasn't abused growing up, but actually i was and it only stopped due to covid, and that resulted in my osdd system and aspd?"

buckle up, this is Long and definitely classifies as a Vent. honestly, you can ignore the middle section and jump to the next blank line of space if you want.

jesus christ. i was punished more harshly than my peers, i struggled to make friends, i was put into a little school program where board games were used to reinforce good behavior in problem kids which i only realized two months ago, my memory issues (which were always there, but only noticed in fifth grade) got me into so much shit with every authority figure ever, i broke a window using one of those mechanical hamster things that were popular at the time by accident but i didn't care at all, that's just scratching the surface

memories of things have been coming back to me lately. according to my mom i was such a nice little kid, always shared and was polite and highly empathetic, all the goods.

school came along, flipped everything on its head. i remember harassing and hurting animals, and people, and sometimes telling those people not to tell—not because i felt bad but because i didn't want to get into trouble again, it was an inconvenience. my home life was pretty good but other kids left me out of things a lot and sometimes called me names, even the neighbors' kids i liked to hang out with would make me the monster of their games and that does something to a kid (one of them is also the reason i'm a victim of cocsa). when i did something wrong or bad there was only punishment because i "should know not to do that" and so i had to teach myself how to be a functioning and good member of society. i got good at lying towards the end of third grade, the skill got better from there with every punishment i faced

when a former friend told me "hey, you have aspd traits/might have aspd" i went and found the checklist, because thorough research is how i work, went through it. at the time i didn't think it fit very well because "yes, i experience that but that's pretty normal for people, i learned how to manage it under several layers of creating a socially acceptable person just like everyone else"

i've gone back to it a couple times since and wow, surprise surprise, everything applies! the "this doesn't apply to me because i have a system to help with this thing" mindset means the thing still applies! there's some stuff, namely the destruction and truancy, that i didn't do but that's solely because i knew i couldn't get away with it and therefore didn't bother trying. so thanks to aaaaaaall that stuff and more, i definitely grew up with both conduct disorder and odd, and now it's aspd

i can't say i'm mad about having aspd? it causes problems in my life, yes, but i've spent so long wrangling myself into a form small enough to fit into society's box that it's not the worst thing anymore. i think i'm more mad at society, my peers, for not helping me with this and being kind where they should've, especially my mom as of recently

that said: it is fucking hard-wired into me that there's only good people and bad people in the world. harmful behavior towards me (or someone else doing something i can't forgive) is automatically met with hammurabi's eye for an eye. the coping mechanisms i use work very well, are generally healthy, and people who don't do anything to calm themselves down and think rationally tend to piss me off. i have been fighting those things for a while but they're the ones that simply won't go away. hamburger help me.

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There's a lot of good information in this ask. Too many people see ASPD as a direct result of physical abuse or CSA/SA, when a lot of ASPD symptoms really develop around things that are seen as smaller issues, where a child's problems get diminished by the people who are supposed to help that child to the point where they feel the only person that will help them is themself.

More than anything else, I personally think a very quick and simple way to decrease the number of people who end up with ASPD would be to get parents and other caregiving adults, and honestly society as a whole, to understand that regardless of how simple, silly, or insignificant it may seem to someone older, these "silly" things are often the worst thing the child has experienced up until that point. Someone always having to be the monster sounds like nothing to an adult, leading to no response to help besides maybe "they're just teasing you, ignore them". But "just teasing" is the most social rejection a child has experienced to that point, and so it is extremely distressing and emotionally painful. It feels like the most isolated they could possibly be, because they haven't been around long enough to experience worse. Then, the child is told to ignore it, which not only fails to make them feel better, but often causes it to get even worse as the other kids try and push harder to get the reaction they're looking for. Do they eventually give up? Sometimes. But the lengths and extremes many bullies will go to when "just teasing" doesn't elicit a response is disturbing and that fact is either unknown to or ignored by adults.

Part of why always being made the monster does something to a kid is that it is treated as a non-issue. When that is what a developing brain learns is the reaction to their pain, they will no longer seek outside help when things become extreme.

TW: descriptions of SA/r threats. Skip the following paragraph and move to the next one to avoid. Also a bit of a vent.

When I was in school, I was teased. I was made the dog who was not allowed to talk or a person with their vocal chords removed any time we played pretend. Sometimes they made me a rock or stick on the ground, even. It sounds like nothing, and when I was told it would go away if I ignored them, I listened. It didn't stop them. It led to an entire set of multiple schools that were combined into one building seeing me as a verbal and sometimes physical plaything; a place to take out your angst and distress. I lost my personhood in their eyes, so my understanding of social interactions were tainted and colored by the way my peers treated me. I told anyone who tried to befriend me not to be seen talking to me, to bully me publicly so they wouldn't get the treatment I got, so even the few people who tried to be kind got a skewed, unnatural social interaction with me. Many listened, and I don't hold that against them at all. That's simply what they had to do to make it. It got to the point of receiving verbal and *detailed, written-out, and signed* r word threats, and boys who were 11 years old talking about kidnapping tying me up in their parents attic and using me whenever they wanted (theirs was more detailed). Some even attempted to touch me, and adults nearby ignored it because "X likes to handle it themselves, they don't like when adults get involved", because I learned that they would only vaguely say stop, and it would get worse. That's what happens when you just ignore it.

And what do we call a person who learns that only they can protect themselves, and who doesn't understand any positive interaction with anyone that isn't transactional? Antisocial. I hate the idea what a positive relationship with family is incompatible with ASPD, sorry about the rant. Because of how ASPD develops, I refuse to dislike or resent myself or my symptoms when it comes to ASPD. If people didn't want me like this, they shouldn't have treated me like this.

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TW: descriptions of SA/r threats. Skip the following paragraph and move to the next one to avoid. Also a bit of a vent.

#aspd-culture-is #aspd culture is #aspd culture #actually aspd #aspd #aspd awareness #actually antisocial #antisocial personality disorder #aspd traits #anons welcome #tw sa mention #tw abuse mention

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naavispider · 9 months

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What if Spider fell into bad company at the care home and became one of the "problem" children? I mean truancy, maybe drugs and alcohol, pickpocketing, running away from homes, fights and talking back, (stereotypically I know I'm sorry, I hope you know what I mean) lots of earrings, torn clothes and maybe some tattoos? How would such an image of Spider affect his character and relationships with Norm, Sullys and Quaritch?

In this universe I think Norm would still really take to Spider. He'd still bond to him a little more than the other kids he's responsible for, because he's, well, Spider. But Spider would be much more reluctant to receive any kind of help or support from his social worker, and would often be evasive when he was supposed to attend meetings/check ups etc. This makes it harder for Norm to form a relationship with Spider, but their dynamic remains the same. Norm cares for Spider and Spider wants to like Norm. If anything, Spider's bluntness makes Norm even fonder of him.

The Sullys would take Spider no matter his image. If he looked rougher around the edges it wouldn't put them off because they've had far more intimidating-looking kids. They definitely aren't ones to judge a book by its cover and get on with Spider just the same as in the fic. They'd be understanding and supportive if Spider had an addiction problem, and definitely encourage and enable a recovery process. Spider couldn't be consistently rude or defiant with them, because once he gets to know people it's very obvious he's putting up a thinly veiled front. The Sullys have endless patience and are very experienced in dealing with challenging behaviours from traumatised teens (they're basically perfect). So it would be a challenge, but they'd rise to it.

Quaritch, however. There would be snide comments for sure. He'd be all over Spider's piercings and tattoos, begrudgingly accepting that he can't change it now but always willing to grumble and make his disapproval known. If Spider was addicted to drugs or alcohol, Quaritch would probably snatch him straight away and get that shit out of his system as soon as he could. It wouldn't be pleasant but Quaritch would 100% put him in cold turkey. I don't know if Spider would thank him for it after either - although it's possible he'd see Quaritch as a 'saviour' figure if this happened, ending up trauma bonding to him. Either that or they'd be enemies and Spider would hate his guts 💀

#i think this concept is super interesting to explore #and would totally read a fic about street!spider or a spider on the wrong side of the tracks #spider socorro #miles quaritch #avatar modern au #avatar the way of water #my stuff #ask #cw addiction

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ghoulangerlee · 1 month

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feeling upset and sad and just ugh all rolled into one big emotion. under the read more is a tangle of mess u don't gotta read it but I need to get it out before I cry more

sometimes I feel like people would be better off if I didn't exist like even as a kid y'know my mom could have focused on herself and doing her treatments instead of taking care of sick teen me and having to deal with truancy and my doctors and all that shit

my sister and bro in law wouldnt have had to deal with me and my weird dietary habits, wouldn't have to deal with me having to take more days off work (thus less paycheck for bills and groceries) wouldnt have had to deal with my turbulent emotions and the constant stomach pains

even now I'm like. useless in a way. can't even fully mop the floor at work without having to sit down often or lean down too much or walk too far or exist in a way that doesn't just inconvenience someone bc of the chronic illnesses I have. trying not to let it rule my life, trying to be that same go getter teen I was dealing with this shit but I'm so tired. I can't walk up the stairs most of the time without feeling darkness at the edges of my vision. I walk slow and uneven because of my bad knees. even sitting down my heart beats too fast and it causes problems. I had to be put on a medication for that bc my doctor's thought I was having a heart attack last month.

anything I eat hurts my stomach 99% of the time. I deal with it, it's whatever. but it's at the expense of those around me. I feel useless and like the people around me would be better off without me here.

it's like me having all these things causing this inconvenience is what makes me unlovable. I joke and laugh about how my body tries to kill me. Or I joke about how a medicine I take is hurting my body etc etc etc

but in my mind it feels like everyone around me secretly hates me and resents me and thinks I'm saying these things and seeing all these doctors and doing all these things to avoid stuff when I'm not. I'm trying and trying and trying. I've been trying to work myself back up to what I used to be able to do but it's taking so long, it's taking so much time.

I just. Want to not be an inconvenience to anyone.

#personal.exe #self worth tw

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mandareeboo · 10 months

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Unfinished Work #56 "Prior Warnings"

I have nothing to add to this, unfortunately! It was originally gonna be a deep delve into Mariner's issues with stuff. The basic plot line feels pretty obvious- Petra helped Mariner get back on her old medication (for bipolar disorder) and via flashbacks we learn she got diagnosed not long after the war and Buenamigo discouraged her from taking it to keep her unbalanced. It just never had a good ending point.

Title: Prior Warnings

Summary: N/A

"I just wanted to let you know," Beckett says, "y'know, so you don't see it on my file later and have a conniption fit?"

Captain Freeman very pointedly ignores that, studying the updated medical info. Most of it is things she knows. A long life under various healing instruments, multiple surgeries, quite a few charges of disorderly conduct to medical staff. The Abilify is new, but not exactly surprising.

She raised an immaculate eyebrow. "The hell is Tegretol?"

Mariner shifts quite awkwardly, and Carol knows she's hit a nerve. But what else was she supposed to say? It's the only new thing on the damn list.

"It's an old prescription," she decides finally. "Got back on it when I was hanging with Petra."

Captain Freeman hides her frown behind the hologram. Well, as close to hiding it as she can. It's still a bit of a sore spot between the two of them. "Why did you stop before?"

Mariner shrugs. "Didn't want you to see it."

Ah, yes. Because that's comforting. "This medication is necessary, then?"

"Necessary to keep me on track, yeah."

"Alright then." Carol hits the acceptance button. Technically, it's not her jurisdiction to have to do that, but it makes more sense than having Mariner haul the thing down to T'ana. "Should I be concerned about what I just signed?"

"It's medicine, mom," Mariner sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "For my manic episodes."

She blinks. Blinks again. "I wasn't aware you were diagnosed."

"Yeah, yeah, it happened awhile ago. I just..." Mariner shrugged, crossing her arms defensively. "I like who I am when I'm stable."

Captain Freeman raises her hands in surrender. "You don't have to explain it to me, sweetie."

"Yes," Mariner says, staring at the floor, "I do."

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"You're going to have to explain it to her, you know."

Mariner's knee bounced, heel tapping obnoxiously against the hospital floor. "What does she even know? What does it matter?"

Uncle Les smiles at her in a way that she finds comforting then but will find sinister much later. "Beckett, you know how Carol is. A great woman. A great Captain. But... not the most understanding. I just worry she'll try to give you medical discharge."

"No, no, no," she mumbles, leg bouncing higher and higher. "She can't. I can't. Doesn't she understand that?" Mariner's breathing went as high as her leg as she tried to calm herself, fingers digging into those weird chairs no one actually feels comfortable in. "Who am I kidding? She doesn't care. And dad doesn't either. He kicked my ass from his ship for a reason."

He pats her shoulder. "S'okay, Mariner. No one says you have to take the meds."

(Buenamigo never said anything bad back then. Mariner can only assume his reasons now. He wanted her unstable. He wanted her to destroy the Freeman family inside and out. And, goddamnit, she kinda did.)

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"Blurgh," she decides one morning, rolling over in her cot. "Leave me to die."

But Boimler is not as forgiving of her truancy as Mariner lets herself be. He's already in uniform, shaking her shoulder. It's like being on a ship. And not a cool ship. One of those dinky ones on water from the bygone era. "C'mon, get up. I will not be held responsible for you missing your shift."

"You don't have to babysit me," she pouts.

"Someone has to," he rebuffs, with that casual fondness that told Mariner she had the boy hook, line, and sinker. Most days Mariner loves how much her friends care, how they go out of their way to try and help. Today is not one of those days. "Up. I'll replicate a hose, don't test me."

Mariner flipped him off.

"You're not, like, actually sick, are you?" Rutherford asks, coming up to press a hand to her hip. He's a touchy guy. Mariner likes that about him. "Because I will not be okie-dokie if you keel over the entire shift."

"I can be persuaded with blood samples," Tendi chirps, scrolling through her daily routine.

"'M not sick. 'M nauseous," each word comes out like pulled teeth. "Side effect."

"Of?"

"Nunya."

"Mariner," Boimler whines. "We both know the Captain'll haul me into her chambers for a report if you don't come. I cannot handle that pressure today."

Tendi pulls something out of her personal shelf with a triumphant cry, and then there's a needle in Beckett's neck. The world slowly begins to right itself again as the Orion casually pulls her into a sitting position, showing off her now-empty injector with a jazzy wiggle. "I've been keeping them on hand to help with your symptoms," she explains casually, as if Mariner's info isn't private, as if Tendi hadn't hacked the system to help her deal with this.

"D'Vana," Becket says, in all seriousness, "you're a goddess."

"I still want those blood samples," she tells her, grinning ear to ear. "Your physiology is so interesting! Being under the beams but refusing to be healed all the way for your badass scars has left some seriously neat outliers."

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"They may... want to do some tests."

"Oh, bullshit." Mariner rolls her eyes. "Bipolar isn't new."

"No, but it is uncured."

"So is every goddamn mental illness."

"Exactly!" Uncle Les held up his hands. "You know how medical can be."

(Tendi makes it okay, she reminds herself firmly. Tendi would never harm her. Or, well, if she did, she'd at least warn her beforehand. Tendi's heard plenty of stories of her clocking assholes in the jaw for less.)

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"It's like you're a whole different person," Ransom marvels over their weekly beer night, and Beckett bristles.

"Am not," she snaps back. "I'm still the same psycho badass who'd fight you over the last martini."

Ransom shakes his head, looking disappointed in himself. "Bad choice of words. But you're a lot... calmer? You talk slower. You're thinking things out more. People can actually have a conversation with you."

"It's like pulling teeth," she admits cheerfully. "You know how hard it is to argue when I talk like a grandma? What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Listen to the other side and find compromise?"

"Hmm, no, gross."

He snorts and takes a long swig. Weekly beer night is also, arguably, a strange aspect of the newly medicated Beckett Mariner. Ransom had done everything short of begging Freeman to let her have a different mentor. And as obnoxious as Ransom was, she kind of got it? They'd always mingled like oil and water. Alcohol hadn't exactly fixed the situation, but it had made it more bearable on both of them.

Ransom swishes his beer in his mouth and swallows. Beckett opened her mouth to mock him for it, but he beat her to the punch. "So, uh, freshly diagnosed orrrr..."

"The fuck, Jack? Did you go snooping on my files?"

He levelled her a very flat look. "Mariner, your twisted ass mental state has been a long-time bet on the Cerritos. I just happen to know what mania looks like."

"Huh," she said, not having known that. "No, long time ago. Blipped on the radar after my first PTSD scan, so... six years ago? Seven?"

Ransom, damn him, can do basic math. "You were, what, nineteen? Twenty?"

"Yeah, man. I had a lot of messed up shit happen to me in my late teen years."

"Huh," he echoed, not exactly sounding surprised by that. "That damn war ruined all of us."

Mariner, deciding not to answer that, slugs her beer. "So, Jack. You win that bet?"

"Heh, nah. I found the whole thing invasive and rude. I put down for brain worms."

"Rude."

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"What if... what if they like me better... stable?" Mariner asks quietly.

Uncle Les pats her shoulder, nodding sympathetically. "They might."

"But I'll still be me. I'll just be less hyper."

"So they'll like diet you more. It's normal. You're.. a handful, Beckett."

(Better a handful than complacent. Ransom gets that. They hate each other, but they at least understand each other.)

#Unfinished Work #Star Trek: Lower Decks #Lower Decks #Beckett Mariner #Carol Freeman #Bradward Boimler #D'vana Tendi #Samanthan Rutherford #Jack Ransom

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definitely-not-captain-america · 2 years

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I should start by saying I've never seen Euphoria or Riverdale, but I have complaints nonetheless.

Why do these shows keep taking place in high school? A lot of them are oversexualized and deal with lots of drugs and alcohol, which is illegal for everyone under 21, but I think it's worse if you show minors engaging in this stuff

The actors cast in these roles are NEVER teenagers, and they're put in flawless makeup, cute and trendy outfits, with either hourglass figures or gym bods, none of which is an accurate representation of high school students

School takes up at least 7 hours of most people's days, not to mention sports, and a lot of teens work. That doesn't leave a lot of time to get up to shenanigans (tho ofc it still happens)

A lot of kids have parents to deal with, and if your parent is even somewhat strict or responsible, then getting up to shenanigans again becomes more difficult when you have adults always keeping an eye on you

Skipping class and school results in truancy and fines, and even jail time for some. High school tends to be a whole lot stricter

Now for my reasons why these shows should take place in college instead.

I didn't drink, smoke, or go to parties until college, where there could be 2-3 parties between Friday and Saturday, both in dorms and off campus. I went to a small school, so I'm sure bigger schools have even more options for parties

No parents! No one to tell us what to do! If you're on campus then there are RAs and campus security to worry about, but our RAs were chill, and unless we were too loud after quiet hours, we weren't caught (I was only ever caught once, and all they did was email me a report, no other consequences)

It's so much easier to skip classes. Oftentimes, if a professor doesn't require attendance, people won't show up. I had one 2pm class on Fridays and I skipped that a ton, and guess what? My grade never suffered. I certainly didn't get truancy or a fine

You wanna cast 20-year-olds? You can actually do that, because we are in our 20s! Fancy makeup? I knew people who do that kinda thing. Gym bods? Find a college athlete WITHOUT one. That's not to say every college student looks like this, but those guys with six packs and big chests are more common in college when our bodies are more developed

And don't ever assume that college students are smarter or more mature than high schoolers. I don't care so much what people think of me anymore, and I'm 10x more likely to play drunk catch in the hall at midnight. Or the middle of the day. Both have happened

It's easier to do sex scenes when everyone is over 18, and they play characters that are over 18. I'm not encouraging underage drinking or illegal drug use, but it's much more accessible to me than it was in high school. You wanna cast Cole Sprouse, who's pushing 30? He looks much more like a college student, I promise you're not fooling anyone by casting him as a high schooler

Also, there are people outside of high school that exist. If you want movies and shows with people that are young and stupid, I just think it makes more sense to cast legal adults to PLAY legal adults

This is simply something I feel strongly about and I decided to make a post about it

#s #euphoria #riverdale #the content in these shows can be heavy anyway #it just makes me so uncomfortable that they're playing minors #college students can literally be just as stupid but at least we're legal adults #i legit couldn't watch past the first episode of euphoria #it might've been different if they didn't portray teenagers and minors

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gaykarstaagforever · 8 months

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I think we forget that the reason there used to be a need for truancy officers in America was because, without a threat from the government, a lot of illiterate farmers and other hillbillies would have loved nothing more than to breed generations of illiterate children they could then use as free labor and sell into socially beneficial "marriages."

Like, even the baddest kids usually like going to school because their friends are there and their parents aren't. Then as now, children who chronically miss school are routinely victims of their parents' disinterest, more than truancy perpetrators themselves.

The quirk in the system is that the Government always responds by telling the parents that their little brat is missing school, like pretending we all don't know that it's probably the parents' fault, because what kind of foreign heathen doesn't want their kids to read? This threatens the parents by threatening the kids, so everyone can pretend we're not as garbage as we are.

But WE ARE. The fact of the matter is, the one and only reason most people with kids want their kids in school is because it is Government-provided babysitting. Outside of that, I'm pretty convinced a big minority at least of Americans would rather have their kids bringing in money as soon as possible. They only care if they know algebra and Spanish I because that gets them into college, the place your kid has to go if they want a good job and social standing. They probably don't give a shit otherwise what they know. ...And are actively hostile to it if it in any way contradicts the rules of their microscopic day-to-day world.

So don't be shocked that the South wants to replace all the science text books with the Bible and PragerU picture books about how George Washington hated gay communism. You let the majority define necessary education, and you quickly discover that, in America at least, that means a lot of them value racist conspiracy theories and medical quackery over reading comprehension.

The Internet is what you get when you let The People decide what information is most valuable. Have you seen The Internet? You want that system running the schools??

#education #book banning #white people

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I was never bad at school (I deadass barely spoke because anxiety) but I was absent so often I was constantly threatened with truancy court like listen it’s not my fault my doctors are assholes and couldn’t figure out I had an autoimmune disease which, y’know, I am not exactly in control of that so idk what y’all want me to do lmao. It fucked me up so bad I still have nightmares about having to go to school and I’m almost freakin THIRTY I haven’t been in any school in a decade!!!

I was funnily enough either the absolute fucking nightmare of a student, or the teacher's favourite, and it all came down to - surprise surprise - whether said teacher was a communicating one or authoritative one 😂😂

depending on how much I cared about the subject I was either quiet and easy (cus I'd just doodle into my notebooks), or a genuinely engaging one, which was fine with non-authoritative teachers, especially since I was an above average student exam grades wise.

but when the authoritative teachers got pissed at the genuinely loud and disruptive kids in the class and then would try to take it out on all of us collectively and get snappy even at me asking on-topic questions, I'd become The Problem(tm). I refused to take shit from teachers for what my classmates did, and sassing at me would get an equally sassy response 😂😂

as a result there was our literature teacher who really liked me actually joining convos in class, vs our biology teacher calling home cus I had screamed "I don't give a fuck" while walking out of the class she had requested me to stay after "to have a chat" because I refused to clean up the paper planes other kids were throwing around. the duality ✨😂

#asks

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No Interruptions

It had been a few weeks since Anne had returned to Queens after the Christmas break. How those days had flown by, spent mostly in the company of none other than Gilbert Blythe. The news that they had begun a courtship certainly hadn't been shocking, for both families had seen it coming a mile away. If anything it had been a sigh of relief that the waiting was finally over. But being apart again was proving difficult, and Anne spent many nights writing to Gilbert. There was just so much she needed to tell him, and once she'd poured out her heart once there was no going back. Gilbert didn't mind, he would read a full novel's worth of letter every day, stay up all night if he had to, just to hear from Anne.

He'd managed to plan a visit, sneaking away from Toronto for a weekend just to see her, but that was still another day away. Another long day of waiting. So she did what she normally did when she missed him, and started writing a letter to him.

Mrs Blackmore knocked at Anne's door with a rather serious expression, interrupting her musings. "You have a visitor."

"Of course. I'll be down in a moment. Thank you." Anne tried to sound polite, but the older lady had caused some difficulties. It appears not everyone is destined to be her kindred spirit. But deep down Anne could tell they would get along, she just needed to warm up a bit.

"May I remind you that suitors are to call only on Saturdays."

"Suitors? But I don't…" Anne shook her head. No...he couldn't be. Not this early. Surely Mrs Blackmore was mistaken, it was probably Cole or even a suitor for one of the other girls. But Cole was out of town...so it must be...

She ran past Mrs Blackmore, earning a disapproving tut, and straight into the parlour. Her heart stopped just for a moment, sure that her eyes were deceiving her. But stood in the middle of the room, eyes wide with longing, was none other than her-

“Gilbert?”

She ran into his arms and he held her tightly almost like a reflex action. He scooped her up, spinning her around as he pressed a quick chaste kiss to her lips. It still felt so new, and yet it somehow felt like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re supposed to be in Toronto until tomorrow!” Anne's eyes roamed his face once he put her down, still in shock that he was actually here with her again.

“I got an earlier train. I couldn’t wait any longer.” he cupped her cheek, “I’ve waited too long already.”

She leaned forward, but a cough from across the room made them pull apart. Mrs Blackmore was clearly not impressed with the display of affection in her parlour. Gilbert politely nodded his head as he smiled; clearly getting privacy would be a lot harder than he’d realised. Anne seemed to know what he was thinking.

“Come with me.” she whispered, taking Gilbert’s hand and leading him away from the parlour, out towards the garden.

They walked down the path, every so often glancing over their shoulders to check they weren’t being watched. Suddenly Anne pushed Gilbert and he stumbled backwards behind a tree. Before he had even gotten his bearings, Anne had grabbed his jacket to pull him towards her, pressing her lips against his.

“I’ve missed you.” he laughed, pulling back so he could look at her. He still couldn’t believe it, that Anne Shirley Cuthbert returned his feelings. When he thought about it, he knew Diana had been right. That he’d loved Anne the minute he knew her, before he even knew himself what it meant to be in love.

“It’s so unfair that after all these years, we’re finally together and you have to leave.” she sighed, her hands still clutching the lapels of his jacket.

“Hey,” he tilted his head so he could meet her eyes, “it’s only 73 more days until we break for the summer harvest. And then it’s home to Avonlea where we won’t be interrupted for 3 whole months.” he raised an eyebrow and she laughed.

This new, playful side of Gilbert was something she couldn’t get enough of, reminding her of their first dance together and the revelation of her true feelings. Despite him being a doctor in training, that boyish charm still remained, making her weak at the knees.

“No interruptions? Not even from Bash?”

Gilbert winced, “Maybe from Bash. His last few letters to me were mostly him saying he told me so. But seems he knew my heart better than I did.”

“Well thankfully one of you did.” she brushed her nose against his and he sighed contentedly.

“As much as I love...this,” he cheekily raised his eyebrows again, “I’d love to officially take you out, to tea perhaps?”

Anne’s smile grew. They’d had such little time together in this new realm of love that they hadn’t even officially “stepped out” together as an official courting pair.

“I want to tell the whole world that I finally belong to Anne Shirley Cuthbert.” he threw his arms in the air to shout it out and she put a hand over his mouth to stop him from revealing their hiding place, a playful smile on her lips. If anyone saw them behind a tree together...well the rumours would spread and if Marilla found out she would surely faint.

“We belong to each other.” she corrected him, and he smiled when her hand moved to his cheek.

“Is that a yes?”

She didn’t answer, instead closing the gap between them once more. Gilbert wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up as he tried to tell her 3 years worth of feelings in that kiss. He was still making up for all that lost time, although he didn’t think he would ever make it up.

“Anne, it’s almost time for-” Diana’s voice trailed off when she realised what she was interrupting.

Anne and Gilbert froze, faces inches apart but eyes wide. She should’ve known Diana knew all her hiding places already. Suppose she’ll have to find somewhere else for their secret rendezvous - if they ever get that chance.

“Diana…” Gilbert coughed awkwardly, adjusting his hat and disheveled jacket. “Pleasure to see you again. I hope you’re well?”

“Not as well as you, I can see.” she laughed, and Anne could feel her cheeks growing warm.

“I won’t be at tea today, I’m going with Gilbert.” Anne gave him a look over her shoulder, and Diana smiled knowingly.

“Should I tell the other’s the real reason for your truancy or should I say simply an acquaintance?”

“Tell them I’m having tea with my beau.”

Diana nodded, swiftly returning back up towards the house.

When she turned to Gilbert, he had the biggest, smuggest grin in the world.

“Your beau?” he tilted his head, eyes full of adoration.

“Are we going to tea or not?” Anne folded her arms, just because she loved him didn’t mean he still wasn't the same infuriating Gilbert he’d always been.

“Of course, miss.” he mockingly tipped his cap to her, but held out his arm for her to link hers with.

Maybe it wasn’t the “done thing”, but Anne much preferred holding his hand as opposed to his arm. She slipped it from his grip and interlocked their hands together. As silly as it sounded, it truly did feel like their hands were the perfect match for each other.

////

They’d managed to sneak away to the rare bit of “countryside” - if you could call it that - that Charlottetown had, Gilbert swiping a blanket from his lodgings to use as a picnic blanket.

With his surprise arrival yesterday, it meant they had an extra day together, but it still wasn’t enough. He would be leaving tomorrow.

“I wish we could just freeze time.” Anne sighed, placing the flower crown she had made atop of Gilbert’s curls as he laid back, eyes closed in the fresh spring air. “Tomorrow is almost here, and we’re almost apart again.”

“Tomorrow can wait.” Gilbert waved a hand dismissively, “Right here is all I care about, right now.”

Gilbert sat up, the flower crown still on top of his head and Anne couldn’t help but think how well the bright colours complimented his dark hair. Her hair was too bright for such flowers, but his was perfect. He really did have a splendid chin, well...he was beautiful. She should tell him that more.

“What?” he laughed when he noticed her staring.

“Nothing. You just look beautiful, handsome.” it felt weird to be able to tell him that, but once she did, the look on his face told her she would do it again and again.

“Me?” for once he seemed bashful, and it was awfully cute.

Anne nodded, “I’m so lucky.”

He shook his head, “I’m the lucky one.” he pulled her closer to him, and thankfully no one was around for surely they would faint at the impropriety these two young lovebirds seemed to display. “I’ve travelled the world, and have yet to find anyone with such vibrant hair. No one with freckles that look like the constellations in the sky. No one like you Anne. In the world.”

She was the one to feel bashful, her cheeks growing warm. But all was forgotten when Gilbert leaned in, their noses touching briefly before he kissed her.

////

The whistle of the train signalled that their brief dalliance was over, and Gilbert must once again return to the world of medical students.

“Do you have to go so soon?” Anne sighed, burying her head against Gilbert’s chest. “What if I just didn’t let you go?” she squeezed him tighter and he laughed, resting his head atop of hers.

“I’ll write to you. I know it’s not the same. But maybe one day…” he stopped, realising he may have crossed into delicate territory so early.

“One day…?” Anne lifted her head.

He took a deep breath, “One day, maybe we won’t be so far apart…”

“One day. I like the sound of that.” she nodded, and Gilbert let out a sigh of relief that he hadn’t scared her with the implications of marriage so soon.

The final call for the train came, and Gilbert had to let go. The hardest thing he’d ever had to do was leave her.

“Hey,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye, “It’s only 71 days until we have no interruptions.”

Gilbert closed his eyes, a small laugh escaping. He kissed her one final time, holding her hand tightly.

“Until then, my Anne with an e.” he kissed her hands, and boarded the train.

Anne waved from the platform, trying to hold it together as his train pulled away from her. They’d be together soon, but for now they had to survive. One day, both their dreams would be fulfilled, they’d be a teacher and a doctor. They’d be together, no interruptions.

#awae #shirbert #anne shirley #gilbert blythe #anne with an e

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