I think one of the biggest tragedies of Laios & Falin and their relationship is how much his actions impact her life. But like. Specifically how much they WOULDN’T impact her life as much if they weren’t both stuck in such a shitty abusive situation.
This part of the Falin-tries-makeup daydream hour comic is what got me thinking about it again because truly it just... it seems like such a like an offhand comment that I'm sure Laios didn't mean to be cruel or anything. That's just like. A little kid not thinking about what they are saying. ESPECIALLY when the kid in question is Laios.
But man they depended on each other SO much as kids. Too much. It really feels like they didn't have any other source of positive reinforcement, or anyone else to share themselves with. So of course an offhand comment like that has a huge impact on Falin.
Or this little bit from one of the flashbacks:
This tears me apart. Do you think it tears him apart to think about? I think it does. I think Laios holds every small failure to care for Falin against himself.
And then there's the Bigger stuff. The way that him coping with his own trauma ended up impacting her.
Like his interest in monsters. Like him going to find a ghost, and accidentally revealing Falin's magic to the whole village in the process.
Like him needing to leave. And leaving her behind.
He shaped her life so much, and he carries so much guilt for it. And again, there should have been other people there to help. The same things that made Laios need to leave home are the things that made his leaving so hard on Falin. She ate alone after that. She shouldn't have had to eat alone just because Laios wasn't there.
She was 9 when he left for school, and he was 11.
Nine. And Laios feels like he failed her because he didn't stand by her through this better. As an eleven year old.
Both of these kids deserved so much better from the world.
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I'm reading again about the early days of the 1948 Nakba, and I'm just... at loss for words (cw: rape, child murder)
The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006, p. 90)
And, continuing on p. 91:
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how much do i have to pay you so that you can at least ATTEMPT to add frebby fazbear into the magnus protocol
This tickles me a bit, because thinking about it, we have kinda done some mascot horror in Protocol, but whereas chuck-e-cheese is the archetypical American version, we've drawn horror out of a 90s British mascot. And I'm pretty confident which of the two is more fucked up.
Five Nights at Freddie's does interest, though - I grew up when there was quite a rich array of horror stories aimed at kids: Goosebumps, Are You Afraid of the Dark, the Point Horror books. Now it seems like a lot of that stuff have been supplanted by franchises like Five Nights at Freddie's, which is aimed at kids but marketed as though it's not, and does a lot to try and launder its intended audience. It's interesting to me, though I don't feel like I have a well-developed thesis about it.
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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The world needs more Yue and Zuko friendship, I squeal just thinking abt the parallels. They deserve a life changing field trip together and if u have abt ideas I’m all ears 👀
Hiii anon this ask fermented in my inbox and in my brain for so long,, so take this??? Post canon yue lives/no war au arts?? Anyway aside from the Parallels and their political position & their duty before hoes grindset I think they could learn a lot from each other. With zuko learning the gift of patience & diplomacy from yue & Yue learning that allowing yourself to feel anger and speaking up can actually be Good.
anyway hypothetical life changing trip outcome: zuko takes an intro gender studies class and yue says fuck
(oh and also must not forget the crush on sokka)
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Stream-of-consciousness thing. I'd keep this to turn into 'real writing' but I don't think I can ever revisit it.
Content warnings: child abuse, implied relationship abuse, miscarriage, premature birth
Very specific warning for attachment therapy / rebirthing / holding therapy (an abusive and violent 'therapy' technique)
The very reason I thought I’d be cherished was the reason I wasn’t. When I found you, I’d been longed for, awaited and adored. You made a place for me before I arrived, and I thought I was coming home. For the first time, I was going to be something worthy.
A fantasy is a hard act to follow, it turns out. A fantasy is always what you need it to be - no more, no less.
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I thought of the way I came into the world. Miscarriage after miscarriage, arrived too early, but I was the one who made it. You were so wanted, she said, and spent 16 years making me wish I’d never been born.
It was decades before I learned the truth. All she ever wanted was to be a mother, he told me. When you were born, you were so fragile. You didn’t want to be held. I was never forgiven.
She believed I was a monster, filled with nothing but malice and spite. I must have been: at six weeks old, I used all the strength in my tiny body to take her dream away from her.
My survival was an act of cruelty. She asks God how He could allow such evil into her life. She tells me that I am the Devil. I’ve done nothing but love you, she says. You were born hating me.
I sit with her in a car one winter. I’m an empath, she confides, between sips of coffee. I can always feel other people’s emotions. All at once, I understand what it means when she tells me I don’t have feelings.
Your child has attachment issues, they tell her. Your child failed to bond correctly. I’m not grateful enough to have been born, so she tries again. Her weight crushes the life out of me until my lungs stop working. I am meant to be back in the womb - safe, held, loved.
The fantasy is safe, held, loved. I know that I’m going to die.
I am not the fantasy. I am the one who killed her, destroyer of dreams, punisher and punishment. An act of cruelty incarnate. You hoped for so much, and all you get is me. Did I do that, mom? When the cord wrapped around my neck (our neck) did I murder your dream? Did I choke the goodness out of me? Did I do it on purpose? Did I want to die?
I don’t die. Everything goes black, and she lets me breathe again. I am not grateful. I wish I’d never been born.
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When I meet you, I am grateful. When I meet you, you tell me I am so wanted.
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