Sugar Uncle

The Sugar Daddy Adjacent

[dinodoggie]

Heres some more Project Hail Mary comics, just for fun!

Its a long way to Erid so like they got alot of time to do whatever, i think theyd have to talk about pokemon at SOME point at least! XD

i hope you enjoy, and have an AWESOME day!!!

[shrugsinchinese]

Immense gratitude

[yujateaandpi]

Having a lot of feelings about Ryland “you don’t even have a dog” Grace to beloved Uncle Grace pipeline.

[fanonical]

not wanting to be outdone by the benders in the gang, sokka invents the flamethrower, the supersoaker, the leaf blower, and the concept of throwing rocks at people

[sugarcoatednightshade]

this is canon. to me.

[bowandbrush]

wait did anyone draw this already

[atlaheritageposts]

atla heritage post

[blignick]

[bunjywunjy]

this is actually HILARIOUS because both domestic rabbits and domestic cats practice dominance-related social grooming but for wildly different reasons.

if you're a rabbit, the boss rabbit is the one who gets groomed by its subordinate rabbits.

but if you're a cat... the boss cat is the one that grooms the other cats.

BOTH these idiots are going "aw yeah, it's good to be on top >:) "

[mammutblog]

Hiya in ur deaged Timmy au, do you think Dick ever fought with Jason over Tim’s attention or got extreme jealous?

i think dick is really happy that jason and timmy get along so well but he’s also personally going through it

thank you @feyburner for the dialogue

[nerdpoe]

Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.

He has...a strange request.

He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.

She's glad she did.

"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."

Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.

"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"

Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.

"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."

With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.

She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.

Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.

Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.

[adalarovenor]

[wandixx]

Can we focus on the "#she makes it a point to leave flowers at it whenever she can" tag for a moment because imo it's just so sweet and I want to explain why.

Mostly because she is an Amazon and lived in this society for majority of her life. What does this change in this situation? Amazons are based on Ancient Greeks and from what little I know about their funerary traditions (I should change it ig, gimme links if you have something good), they were quite different from nowadays. Like, they gave their dead a coin (or three I haven't read reliable source on that and what I did contradicts each other) so they could get a ride on Charon's boat. There is probably much more to it but once again, I have no idea. But the thing is, I don't think they actually were giving their dead any flowers. So for Diana, Amazon born and raised, when she has to show a respect to the dead flowers aren't first instinct. So this means she repeatedly went out of her way to honor him in a way appropriate to his culture.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love idea of people honoring Danny in a way appropriate to their culture, I brought up this idea literally yesterday on other prompt but I need you all to see how absolutely precious it is this way.

It's a difference between telling someone "I love you" in your mother tongue and explaining what it means and learning how to tell it in their language. Both causes cavities but the second one just hits different

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Going off prompt but finally! My time to put all of my Classics and Archeology courses to use and infodump about ancient Greece has come!

Funerary practices depend on which period we are looking at (and sometimes the place). Usually when most people think about ancient Greece they tend to be thinking about Classical Greece so I'm going to be talking specifically about the general practices during that time.

It feels worth noting for this prompt that women actually played a larger role in funerals than they did in a lot of other aspects of ancient greek life. It was the women's job to prepare the body. Coins were given as currency for Charon (the ferryman to the underworld) and sealed the lips. Sometimes instead of a coin something else like a talisman would be used. Wreaths also would be placed on the head. If the descseased was a member of a mystery cult, then additional items may have been placed as well.

The body would be laid out for viewing and prothesis, which was basically just a women-led physical show of grief. Imagine a bunch of women standing around a corpse and screaming while self harming. That's basically prothesis.

Next there would be a procession escorting the body to the tomb. Once at the grave site offerings of food and drink would be left for the deceased.

After the funeral there was an afterparty in the form of a feast. Also although this is from a different period, I feel like it's something the amazons would do so I'm going to mention it: Funerary Games! The dead were often celebrated through games such as as wrestling and chariot races.

I don't remember specifically what other grave goods there were besides food, but I want to say weapons were a thing? Anyway you are completely right about the emotional impact of using someone else's practices in this situation. Like damn my teeth are falling out.

[evilminji]

But also? Completely unrelated to Diana? That grave, for a CHILD, is now on "we are ALL Momther now" Themyscira? The land of the "we ALL collectively raised Diana" Amazons? That is a Dead Kid.

A Dead Kid who asked for a Place Of Safety where no one could harm his resting place. Who's OWN FAMILY didn't even notice he was dead.

......Not On Their Watch. *slaps down adoption papers in front of the grave* Honey! I adopted the dead kid!

Just? Imagine it? A whole island of immortal bamf warrior women. Casually stopping by this child's grave. They don't know him, he's not one of their's, but they care because he is a child. That should be reason enough. He lived and now is dead.

Flowers picked while they walked, little hand carvings, stories about their day. Little offerings. A grave kept clean and well tended. Worn soft by gentle pats as they pass by. A place to rest and be remembered.

[bianca-hooks123]

Worn soft by gentle pats as they pass by.

Y’all, the thought of all those women just casually patting Danny’s grave as they walk past? The gentle touches, do you think he feels them? Does he feel them like a mother carding her fingers through their beloved child’s hair?

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

for his sake, I hope he feels them as a little touch of warmth, especially when he needs it most.

I bet Diana tells them his hero name, so whenever he is injured, a few dedicated women do maintainance, such as cleaning, re carving, and replacing and washing worn-out offerings.

This boosts his recovery and gives him extra strength.

They won't fail him, just like they don't fail any of their other fallen sisters and mothers.

His grave will be kept sacred and holy, until he wishes to rest.

On warrior's honor.

[nerdpoe]

Danny gets another title added to his list of them in the Realms; Son of Themyscira.

[snazzydwarf]

I GOT INSPIRED BY THIS AND DIDN'T MEAN TO SPEND 5 HOURS DRAWING THIS LMAO

Danny probably hears the people who touch his gave, the sudden words telling him to rest well, that he's fought long enough and he's loved would move him to tears.

(I was gonna write "Son of Themyscira" to his grave but mf doesn't have a birthday???)

[nerdpoe]

good goddamn

this is beautiful

[ailithnight]

Would a Danny who never physically ages past 14 be allowed on Themyscira? Since he's a child that will never truly grow into a man.

Can Danny ever go to his own grave?

Or did he willingly ask for it to go in the one place he can never go? Trusting that his grave would be safest there and prioritizing that over his own ache to be able to go to it, to find the peace and safety other ghosts feel at their own resting places.

[sittingupwiththedead]

Gosh this is a great edition I am trying not to cry. AND THAT ART! I think more then a place he can't go (he probably assumes he can't go whether he actually can or not) is a place he knows no one will ever look. Not his enemies and certainly not (and he NEVER lets himself think about it too hard) his family. Because he didn't just never tell them because they didn't notice but because a part of him believed his death would hurt his parents. Or worse was afraid it WOULDN"T. But here's the thing. Very often the things we do for the dead are as much for them as they are for ourselves. So yes Princess Diana is proud to lay a resting place for her friend Phantom, for Danny. It is her honor and her pleasure to honor both the warrior she fights with and the boy he was. She lays flowers at his grave but also gifts of food and lit candles. And tries very carefully not to think that if Steve Trevor had lived... The stone carver that takes the commission is thrilled and honored to do this work for the Crown. She is an artist on an island of warriors and it is rare the stone carver gets to follow her heart's work. She asks for tales of the boy. What does her princess know? What deeds should she depicted, honors should she immortalize? The stone carvers takes everything she has learned and across the top of his tomb depicts a boy eyes up gazing at the heavens, head back in wonder, a spear at rest and almost forgotten at his side. She carves the constellation for Pegasus and Cassiopeia in the sky above. It is a masterwork. Queen Hippolyta congratulates her and asks her opinion on redoing the columns at the Temple of Athena.

One of the first guards on the tomb is a marathon runner, currently off active duty due to an injury. No greater joy has she then to race across the beaches and fields of Themyscira, feeling the winds in her face. She crafts a pair of miniature running sandals, talking to Danny Phantom as she does, explaining the best way to hold the body as you race, how to hug the terrain when you move, how to roll if you trip and fall and get back up again. The peace of this tomb gives her the space she needs to forgive herself. To get back up again. She leaves them next to a little plate of Oranges the Princess left. When the cast comes off she races up to Danny's grave, exuberant with the news, feels like she is sharing her joy with a little brother and not a monument of stone.

There are a dozens more examples. Amazons who leave little spears and slings and great stories of brave deeds. Amazons who leave dishes of steadily increasing quality, thanking the spirit boy for his patience at they learned finally to cook that dish. Amazons who kiss their fingers and run them over the stone, who share silly jokes or advice and always always the steady beat: "You are loved. You are remembered. You are ferociously protected. Rest well. Dream happy things."

[the-autistic-spider]

i feel like due to this Danny ghost form would slowly become more and more Greek looking

like for a few examples

he gets armour more themed to the warriors of Themyscira

maybe a shield to represent his need to protect

maybe even gaining tattoos that mark a blessing from the god/goddess of protection and mercy (if they exist)

[jedipirateking]

This is DC, all the Greek Gods exist. Olympus is a place you can visit if you can open a portal.

I really like Danny's Ghost form taking influences from those and other Powers he's connected to as his mortal one grows and ages.

[nerdpoe]

Persephone and Hades would adore him.

Just saying, he's perfect for the two of them. Half alive, half dead, forever in-between, traveling from the realm of the living to the realms of the dead regularly.

[dcmainlybillythoughts]

I've had this idea rotating in my head for a while about a specific scenario in a universe where nobody is ever clued in on the fact that the bats are related. They just assume that Robin, Red Robin, Red Hood, Nightwing, and everybody else just coincidentally happens to be Gotham (+Bludhaven) based like Batman is.

Do me a favor and imagine the aftermath of some stage five hall hands on deck crisis where everyone and their team has to gather for debriefing and for medical care. Everybody shows up with their respective teams, Nightwing with his Titans, Red Robin with the old members of YJ, Red Hood with the Outlaws, Batman with the JL ect ect.

Everyone is super tired from the battle and none of them are even given a moment to breathe before Red Hood and Red Robin start beefing on sight. Before anybody can even think to intervene, Nightwing, Orphan, Spoiler, Robin, and Signal join in and they all just start bickering at one another.

Everybody thinks they're about to fight. Like seriously start hashing it out. Thing is, YJ are RR's ride or dies. If RR starts fighting Nightwing then the YJ are gonna fight Nightwing. And then the titans are gonna fight the YJ because those are Nightwing's ride or dies. Same goes for all the teams and their respective leaders.

Everyone looks across the room going, "Am I gonna have to fight you? Man, I don't wanna fight you." They could not wanna fight because of the prior battle, out of respect for their potential opponents, or because they know that opponent would whoop their ass. But they'll still do it because that's their leader.

Eventually all of them stop their bickering, suspending the room in tense silence, as they stare each other down. Everybody is bracing themselves for the first punch and the JL is preparing to break up the fight, but instead the silence is broken by all of the birds turning their heads in one direction and yelling, "Daaaaaaddd!"

The room is dead silent enough that everyone can hear Batman's exhausted sigh echo through the room before it's followed by, "You're all grounded."

[batsandbirdbrains]

Silly little sort of crack idea for the Justice League who still don’t know who Batman is behind the mask. Like they know nothing about him. A lot of them think he’s a Creature of some sort. They certainly don’t know anything about Dick/Robin, either. But he keeps leaving meetings early or abruptly or just straight up not showing up because, “I have more important obligations.”

So they spy on him. It’s the obvious solution. Because what if he’s really a villain of some sort? Gotham is crazy, they wouldn’t put it past someone from Gotham to pretend to be a hero for some crazy, convoluted plan.

And what they find shocks all of them. Because maybe they snuck a bug on Batman, and it only picks up audio. Batman had just left a meeting early. Again. With no real explanation as to why.

First, they hear mostly static. The sound of since rustling as he moves. Then actual bat noises start echoing, and Barry is convinced that Batman just turned into a bunch of bats.

But then they hear a a tiny little voice shouting, “B! We’re gonna be late!” followed by the sound of something colliding with Batman.

And then Batman chuckles. It scares the crap out of all of them. They didn’t think Batman could have emotions outside of anger and annoyance.

“I know, chum, I’m sorry.”

“You said your dumb meetings were only supposed to be two hours!”

“They are,” Batman huffs. “Flash likes to chitchat.”

Barry scoffs. What’s wrong with chit chatting!

“We’re gonna be late!” the child’s voice whines. “I don’t wanna get in trouble!”

“Alright, alright,” Batman laughs. “We’re leaving now, let’s go. Do you have all your gear together?”

“It’s already in the car!” the child huffs. “Let’s go!”

The noise that follows is muffled, and they can tell that Batman has changed out of his gear and they’re now in a car, driving in the road. The radio is playing, and it’s causing some static in the feed.

“And you promise you won’t yell this time?” the boy’s voice whines.

“So long as they don’t make any shit calls this time,” Batman scoffs.

“Language, sir,” another voice says, and they hear the child giggling.

Hal asks the others if Batman has a henchman. They all shush him so they can keep listening.

The noise that follows soon after is full of other people talking, shouting, and loudspeaker announcements. Everything is muffled together, it’s hard to make out what exactly is being said. But one thing becomes very clear.

Batman is coaching a little league game.

And he’s getting very heated about it.

“YOU CALL THAT A STRIKE?”

“HE WAS SAFE! THAT WASN’T AN OUT! NO, NO, THIS INNING IS NOT OVER.”

“OH COME ON, HE TAGGED HIM! THAT KID’S OUT!”

“GET YOUR FUCKIN’ EYES CHECKED, BLUE!”

They hear Batman get ejected. From a little league game. They hear grumbling to himself as he watches from the car in the parking lot.

Then they hear the same little boy whining and complaining when the door opens again an hour later and he slumps into the car.

“You promised you wouldn’t yell!”

“I wouldn’t have had to yell if the umpires opened their damn eyes!”

“Language like that is what got you thrown out of the game, sir. Again.”

“It’s only happened twice!”

“It’s only the fifth game of the season!” the little boy whines. “And you promised me ice cream if we won.”

“Did you win?”

“Duh,” the boy scoffs. “9 to 3!”

“Attaboy,” Batman says, and he sounds so proud.

They stop listening then, because one thing has become very clear. Batman is a dad. And he’s constantly leaving meetings early because of obligations to his kid. And suddenly they all feel like assholes.

A couple months later, they’re all introduced to a little boy called Robin. And they can’t figure out how Batman’s son is so cute and sweet. But they absolutely can tell he’s Batman’s, because he’s also scary as shit.

[raven-bythesea]

For the DC x DP server gift exchange!

Constantine has been taking care of dealing with a stray King of the dead for a while now

Please no reposts, referencing, reusing, or edits, please feel free to reblog ❤️ Click for best resolution!

[rboooks]

DC x DP Fic idea: The Bakery is a Front!...right?

Danny Fenton starts his own business in Gotham. He knows that moving to Gotham is dangerous in a way, but it is the only other place with enough natural ectoplasm that can sustain him.

He wanted to move away from Amity Park to start on a clean slate. His parents now knew the truth, and to show their support, they were turning their research into a more sociological base instead of biological- I.E. ripped ghosts apart. Jaz got accepted into her dream college- Oxbridge. She moved overseas and is doing well in her advanced physiological courses. They told their parents of Dani, who promptly adopted her and signed her up for a traveling club under the condition she returned home for school.

The ghosts stopped challenging him after he explained Amity was his haunt and that it was bad manners to spar inside a haunt. He is open game in the ghost zone, but Danny got to choose when to go in there- his obsession requires him to defend something, so defending weaker ghosts in the Zone was a good option.

Danny always wanted to be an astronaut, but his teenage vigilante lifestyle ruined his chances- it isn't even his grades. It's a fact Danny's heart is so slow due to his ghost side it is mistaken as a heart condition. No space program would ever send him up with that. Danny decided that he would instead go with his second joy- baking. He opened Phantom Bakes in his second week in Gotham using funds from his Ghost King vault.

He served everyone and asked no questions. He was mostly sure half of his customers were gang members, but he didn't start anything and didn't allow any fights in his bakery. He became a sort of haven for everyone. He even began preparing packs for people experiencing homelessness, and bought the building next door to put some heating systems for anyone to sleep In during the winter.

Despite his obsession with protection, his human side made it possible for him to ignore it. He decided that his teenage years were spent too much giving in to his obsession and that in his twenties, he would retire. He did nothing while the various Bats threw themselves into battle, he turned a blind eye to petty crimes and basically tried not to bring any attention to himself.

He managed about six months until he accidentally walked through a cloud of fear gas while texting Sam and Tucker. His friends were tying the knot- the fact they all were best friends and exes was only slightly strange- and he was so focused on helping them plan the wedding as their Best Man he didn't hear the gasps, and horrified yells until he ran into Scarecrow.

He apologized for not looking where he was going and got a needle shoved unto his arm as a response. Danny's reflex to that was to punch the man a foot away from him.

The Bats quickly locked up the villain, and Danny decided he needed to be gone as fast as possible. He tried to return to his everyday life, but the next day, some of Scarecrow's goons showed up at his bakery asking him for work....so he hired them and taught them to make pastries. Then those goons brought over some friends who needed work but were recovering addicts and couldn't find employment.

He added coffee to his menu and threw them into that. Then some street kids asked if he would buy some stuff from them. Danny told them that he wasn't interested in car parts, but he was interested in furniture for the building next door. He had kids bringing in broken bookshelves, bed frames, and much more, paying them far more than the shady garages would.

Then some shady groups of men kept coming to his bakery asking for money for protection but Danny can protect himself just fine and proved it every single time a group made trouble.

He started having the streey kids make deliveries hoping to get them out of life of crime.

He made natural ectoplasm which, after much testing and research done by his parents, proved to clean out dangerous substances from the body. He made unique pastries that could help overcome addiction and heal withdraw.

He saw the light slowly return to the eyes of a drug-ridden community, and it brought him so much joy he barely charged for them.

Unknown to Danny, he has set himself as a up and coming villain. Rumors of his Fear Gas immunity attracted the attention of the Joker- who was found with all limbs broken, beaten black and blue after the clown tried to take a swing at Danny's employees. The baker had taken his broken body back to Arkharm, dragging the bleeding man through the streets uncaring of the line of red he left or the various people recording him in awed fear.

The rest of Gotham waited to see his true colors as he carefully built a front and gathered people. Some want to take him out as soon as possible.

Red Hood, most of all, after he heard that Danny had kids run special deliveries to know addicts. The only reason he hadn't blown his brains out was because Danny hadn't set himself up in crime alley.

The Bats had even talked him into joining an undercover mission to learn more about Danny. They didn't know what drugs he was moving or if he had a hand in other crimes, and needed more information that Oracle was unable to find.

She couldn't pull anything on Danny, driving her insane. (Techus erased Danny from the internet as a prank once and forgot to undo it.)

That led to Jason and Tim entering Phantom Bakes, acting like street kids who ran away from a homophobic father looking for a job.

Danny had them decorate cupcakes within the hour, letting them know he didn't expect them to crunch out masterpieces. They knew it would be a while to see Danny's real business so they bite thier tongues and got to work.

Tim just hopes they finish this mission before Jason snaps and shoots their main suspect....or before Danny romances the entire of Gotham because, goddammit, he has as much game as Brucie pretends to have. It's getting frustrating to see so many people throwing themselves at him, only for Danny to pretend not to notice. His good looks, charming personality, and carefully manipulated cover, drag good people into his schemes. He didn't want another Harley Quinn.

(He will ignore that his heart skips a beat whenever Danny gets too close. Thank you very much. It's just a crush; people get those all the time.)

(Part 2) (Part 3)

[rboooks]

DC x DP Fic idea: The Royal Consort

Wesley Weston runs a blog after getting over his desire to expose Danny's secret- primarily due to no one believing him- and no one pays attention to it since almost all of Casper high school has one too.

The difference between the hundreds of other blogs is that one of his pictures of Phantom is clear. A perfectly uncorrected image of the famous ghost, whereas nearly all other pictures are blurry due to ghosts disrupting cameras. Even Wes isn't sure how he managed to capture him so well.

Another difference between his blog and others is that one of his followers happens to be John Constantine, who followed the kid a long time ago due to the fanfiction of the Bats and found them hilarious.

John opens his phone app, expecting a new chapter to the Bruce Wayne/Superman fic, and spits out his tea upon seeing the High King of the Dead casually in the human world. Horrified that the King has not been appropriately welcomed- which could lead to a war that the humans would never win- he calls an emergency Justice League and Justice League Dark meeting.

It didn't help that they had allowed a county to pass the anti-ecto laws, which ruined any attempt to appease the Ghost King once the news broke to the public. The League still worried about a declaration of war even after they demolished the laws and the United Nations had the States apologize on humans' behalf.

They quickly discover High King Phantom has been visiting Earth for almost three years. Before his coronation, Phantom had not been outside the Infinite Realms very often though he has appeared throughout history. Cave drawings date back thousands of years before the first ancient Egyptians, but he's visits are few and short.

Life would naturally send him back to the Realms because he had too much power and ectoplasm. After taking the throne, his powers only grew, which meant someone had to summon him as the only way for him to stay on Earth longer than an hour.

Now as King, he appeared only within the small town of Amity Park daily. Why?

John sighs. "He has an anchor. Someone is tying him to this plane. Like the helmet for Nabu, which allows Doctor Fate to exist here without being launched back to the Infinite Releams, Phantom has bonded himself. And I know who that is"

He pulls up a class photo on Weston's blog and points to a boy wearing a particular necklace.

"Danny Fenton is wearing the official Royal Consort of the Infinite Realms symbol and has been since he was fourteen. Phantom's husband may be our only hope to salvage the terrible mess the USA's bloody GIW placed the rest of us in."

Danny loved the necklace he found in Pariah Dark's old haunt. He inherited Pariah's haunt and everything inside once he was crowned and hasn't taken it off since. He didn't think it would be an issue. It's not like it would out his secret to his parents or anyone else since it was in Ghost Speech. Even he didn't know what it said.

Then one morning he comes down for breakfast only to have the most important members of the Justice League sitting in his living room waiting to greet him.

Desperate to keep his halfa status a secret, Danny must convince the entire world watching him, that he's just a human who scandalously eloped at age fourteen with one of the strongest beings in the mulitverse.

Jack's horrified "We were shooting my son-in-law this whole time" became a meme that has trended for months.

( Part 2 )

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

more hero-sidekick duos were the sidekick is very clearly the only competent team member

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

the Don Quixote dynamic, if you will

[stephsycamore]

I think the most radical thing the hunger games does is tell young people that the most revolutionary thing you can do is have unconditional love for humanity. Katniss throughout the entire series is guided by a deep sense of compassion for the people around her. It is what causes her to volunteer, to bury rue, to mercy kill cato, its why she tries to save peeta, why finnick telling her to remember who the real enemy is works, and even though her compassion for the larger world falters when peeta is kidnapped, it comes back when she visits hospitals and asks for mercy for other victors and ultimately, it is love and belief in a better humanity that makes her kill coin. Through it all, she maintains an unfaltering belief in the fundemental goodness of humanity, which is diametrically opposed to dr gaul's and snow's worldview. Peeta is even more unwaveringly compassionate

So the series tells young people that the most revolutionary thing you can be is compassionate. Let compassion drive your politics. Let yourself believe in the fundemental goodness of people. And i think that's deeply important in a world that touts the superiority of pure reason or logic, to allow yourself to be guided by something as emotional as compassion. Katniss everdeen tells us that your politics should be rooted in compassion in a world that thinks detatchment or cynicism is intelligence and i think thats v cool

[kuzkuza]

[moniquill]

No guys, I need to stop and talk about something in this movie and how fucking revolutionary it was; something that I haven’t seen in a movie before or since.

This is a movie about a kid who leaves her birth family.

Not a kid who find that they have a secret lineage or something that allows them to find their ‘true family’ - this is a movie about a kid whose true birth family is made up of bad people. So she gets out. And that is played as the right thing to do. She isn’t punished for it or made to feel bad about ‘abandoning her family’. There isn’t an underlying ‘but they’re your family and you have to love them’ or ‘they’re your family and they love you even if they don’t show it well or do hurtful things’ message of the kind that I see OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER in media. Matilda gets out and lives happily ever after because of it.

We need a million more movies like this to counter the metric shit ton of movies that directly counter this message.

[glamaphonic]

 #sometimes the family you start with isn’t a good one #but you can find your own #family is not absolute #blood is not absolute

[marzipanandminutiae]

not to mention, Miss Honey is an abuse survivor herself (and in the book, she’s only 23 years old)

they both got out. they both became each other’s happy ending.

[amynchan]

Okay, but the movie also kinda makes fun of it. When Matilda pulls out the papers and needs her parents to sign, her mom starts in with the whole “I must have misunderstood you this whole time” thing that pushes into reconciliation. But at Matilda’s deadpan face, she goes “gimme the pen.” XD

The movie acknowledged where it could go and said “fuck that shit I’m out,” and I think that’s even better. XD

[nostalgiaforinfinity]

Landmannalaugar | Iceland

[nosebleedclub]

Tell me a soft memory

[inkskinned]

we would find out later i had burned off my entire cornea - about 65% of my eye. my doctor told me it is the organ with the highest concentration of nerve endings - i was in an amount of pain that can't be spoken.

and i was blind. for the first time in my life, i was totally blind. i kept thinking about reading, about writing. weirdly, just once, about driving. we had no idea if i would ever see again. just like that - my entire life was different.

it is a strange place to reference for a soft memory, to begin here.

my siblings were taking excellent care of me, but there was a moment in the hospital where, just through bad luck and timing - both of them had to step away for a moment. i was crying at that point; not emotionally. for 3 days after this i would still be crying, my tears, like a mermaid's, a frothy pink with blood.

my brother worried about leaving me. he had another, just-as-bad emergency.

"i got her," someone said. "don't worry."

a soft hand held mine, and then she started talking.

her name was jess. she has a wife named clyde. they live a few blocks up the street. clyde fell down, but the x-rays seem to be coming back better than expected. jess says she's got long dark hair and "more wrinkles than an elephant". jess describes every chair in the room and every person. she talks about her two kids and her cats and her favorite memories from college.

a doctor came. i had to switch to a different waiting room. i tried to stand up to follow the voice - i found jess's hand, following me. she didn't let go. she kept talking the whole way: lamp to your left, just a few more steps, okay to your right is the ugliest painting, good, now a little more walking straight, you got it baby

in the new silence of the next room she sat me down and called my brother for me, telling him where we'd gone to. and she stayed there for a bit, just chatting, her voice echoing in the eerie quiet. gently describing the room to me. and then someone was rude. from the sound of the voice, a kid, i think.

"why is she crying?"

"she just lost her vision," jess said. "she can't see."

"oh." said the kid. "that's scary."

the kid tells me he is here because he has peas stuck up his nose. that makes me laugh, his mom (?) groans. she tells me about the kid (he's 6, he likes paw patrol and eating cheese), about herself, about moving from cali.

jess says she's sorry, but she has to leave now, she's gotta go check on her wife.

"don't worry," says the mom. "i got her." and then i felt her hand press into mine.

for hours like that: i am taken care of by strangers. each person just talking with whatever comes to their head - not for any reward or celebrity or real reason, i guess. just because i am scared and alone and in the hospital and blinded and need to be distracted. not everyone even got told the story - they would just pick up in the silence with - oh by the way the television is playing HGTV - do you like that kind of a thing? yeah, me too, but could never quite get into those open-floor plans, i'll tell you -

by the time my brother is able to come back, the room is buzzing. we talk to each other like old friends, laughing, cracking jokes about if you don't like hospital food wait until you get on an airplane and can't believe i'm up past two in the morning what a party animal i'm becoming. i am holding the hands of someone named drew, who likes my crow tattoo and making crochet snails.

there are many dark moments full of pain in this world. this - in the low of absolute-dark, absolute-pain: people find a way to paint in it anyway. the color splash of their voices: this triumphant, radiating kindness of - let's be here together, let me help you, let's keep going.

i never saw their faces. i can't remember many of their names. but i think about them often, and the way we all took a deep breath - and did something gentle amongst the pain.

[adruze]

Most of us could probably stand to benefit from reading this. I did. It’s really lovely.