I loved the show Danny Phantom as a kid, but even back then, I felt like the parents had some issues. They loved their and kids and weren't abusive or anything, but I felt like their household was still dysfunctional enough that it was fucking up their kids. Like not abuse, but maybe a little neglectful in some ways.
Early on in the show, you can tell Jazz is parentified. She's reading about child psychology and is going out of her way to fix whatever issues she thinks Danny has. She acts like his mother, not his sister, and bare in mind she's only like two or three years older than him. Usually this kind of behavior happens when the kid feels the parent is not taking care of them the way they should. In other words, I think Jazz felt like the parents weren't giving Danny the proper support, so she felt she needed to step up and take care of her little brother herself
I feel like the Christmas episode also highlighted how dysfunctional the parents were. In the episode, the (turkey, which was cooked in a dangerous, modified microwave) tried to attack the kids, and Jazz had to protect Danny herself. The parents were so busy arguing with each other that they didn't even notice. The parents argued like crazy every Christmas apparently. When Danny was a baby, they were so busy arguing with each that they didn't notice a male dog peeing on Danny until baby Danny started crying. The parents were so horrible every Christmas that Danny got to where he resented the whole holiday in general. Also, fighting in front of your kids is just kinda a terrible thing to do. My own parents did that, so I know first-hand how it affects the kids.
Also, I feel like the parents consistently provided an unsafe environment for the kids at home. There are multiple times in the show where the parents' inventions put the kids in danger, like the turkey incident. I also remember an incident where some hot dogs came alive the same way and attacked them. The parents need to keep that stuff far from the kids, not out in the kitchen where it could hurt the kids. You'd think they'd know better after the incident with Vlad years ago, which was also the dad's fault. Even Danny ending up with ghost powers wouldn't have happened if they had properly secured the lab. They should have locked the door to the lab or something. Danny could have easily died instead of ending up with ghost powers, and it would have partly been on them for not securing the lab.
I also feel like just being obsessed with ghosts in general is detrimental for their children. In the episode where Jazz has the reporter lady interview the mom, you can tell that Jazz really wants her mom to just act normal. A child like Jazz shouldn't have to worry about her adult parents just acting normal. The parents needed to separate their work from their home life at least a little for the kid's sake. It sounds like Jazz was starving for some sense of normalcy, which is sad.
Ultimately, I feel like the Fenton parents were loving parents that just needed to worry less about their ghost-hunting career and focus more on their kids. I think that's ultimately the problem--they prioritized their work too much over their kids.
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Jimin smiles in response to (Y/n), holding her limp body close to his, “upon our arrival I shall treat you to a warm bath, sweets and a delicious meal.”
He notices how (Y/n) shakes her head slightly, a small smile gracing her lips, “no need.” Is all she says, her eyes slowly growing heavier by the second. “Rest up miss, I’ll awake you when we’re back at manor.”
A hum is all Jimin gets as a reply. The eyes of the injured woman in his arms closing, a calm expression falling onto her features. It amazes Jimin how ones expression can change due to one small thing.
The walk to the manor wasn’t as long as most would think, but to Jimin it felt like a whole mile had been walked as he held tightly onto the woman intertwined in his very arms. Her weight beginning to take a toll on Jimin, she wasn’t exactly heavy or weighed a lot, his muscles were merely growing tired.
He picked up his pace, practically bolting into the manor, calling for a maid as he bursts into an empty bathroom, resting (Y/n) in the corner of the room whilst he runs the bathtub.
“Mr Park, is something wrong- oh my..” The maid stops mid-sentence, glancing at (Y/n) in the corner, her dress torn and her body almost ruined. It was such a sight the maid had begun to lose feeling in her knees.
But she had remained strong, “I shall retrieve the nurse, as well as herbs and a gown for her.”
Jimin thanks her, asking for an extra maid while she is busy to undress (Y/n) and assist her into the warm water of the tub. Eventually she was placed neatly into the tub, the water suddenly turning a gross crimson colour.
The amount of dirt and blood that coloured the water was revolting, it had caused a rush of anger to bubble inside of Jimin as he watched her sit lifelessly in the tub.
“Mr Park,” the maid from earlier speaks entering the room, “the nurse has gone home to her family. But I have a few things that can help.”
“Thank you,” is all he says. Taking the many items from the worrisome maid, placing them down to tend to (Y/n).
“Miss, I’ll just be washing your back and hair, please. Do not be alarmed by my actions.” I tell her, only earning a slow nod. Not a simple yes was heard, only a small action.
Taking note of this, I fill an empty container with clean water from the hand basin, making sure its warm before using it, and pouring it down her back so it has some sort of moisture before I wash it.
I gently rub a bar of soap between my hands, making it a foam so its easier for me to do whats needed. “Apologies if my hands are cold miss.” I let out with a hesitant chuckle, finally getting onto the task at hand.
Literally.
Coating her back with the foam from the soap, I use a rag to massage her skin and clean it properly, being extra careful when it came her neck and shoulders.
“Mr Park,” (Y/n) finally speaks up. My actions coming to halt at her sudden decision to talk, “yes?” She hums and rolls her shoulders back. “M-Mother, what happened to mother. Has Mr Kim and Sir Lee done something?”
Smiling painfully, I shake my head, knowing damn well she can’t see it. “No, nothing has been done, silly.”
Silly, she giggles at that.
“My hair please, Mr Park.”
“My bad,” I respond with a faint laugh. Moving on to washing her hair. The second my hands touch her head shes fallen asleep, chuckling I inform her to stay awake but she only hums and instructs me to continue.
My bathing session had come to end once Mr Park had managed to wake me, telling me he’ll leave while I wash my body and a few maids help me with dressing and attending any wounds.
And he wasn’t lying when he said he’d treat me, infact -and to my shock- Seok Jin had the three of us bake a few things together to help take my mind off things since I’d gotten some strength back.
Of course, it still hurt when doing a lot of things, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle. “Seok Jin, may I add chocolate drops to the mixture?”
He laughs in response, and flicks his wrist back at me, “do as you wish!” Seok Jin chimes, himself and Jimin focusing hard on making a big cake for me. Decorating it like its of high importance and worth the imaginary money spent to buy it.
I think its sweet that they’re going out of their way to do such things for me, but its odd, not once has anyone done such kind things for me.
Its all new to me.
Smiling despite my thoughts, I add in the extra ingredient I’m wanting before pouring the mixture into a muffin tin and placing into the iron oven, lighting the fire beneath it to bake what I’m hoping to be cupcakes or some sort of cookie.
“Mm, something smells nice.” A deep voices cuts in, making me jump smally. “Ah, Taehyung-ah!” Seok Jin shouts, engulfing his friend into a hug. Giggling, I keep silent and return to watching my baking.
“Whats this?” Mr Kim asks, the conversation between himself and his friends sparking up like the fire embers in front of me. “Myself and hyung are making a cake for Miss (Y/n), hopeful it’ll make her smile and feel better. Right miss!”
Mr Park chuckles watching me slowly turn around at the gorgeous men standing at the dining table, their eyes focused on me. “Indeed, Mr Park. Hows it coming?” I ask, actually curious on how the cake is going.
Mr Kim hums and gives me a pained smile, “from what I’ve seen. It’ll turn out just right.” Nodding, I focus back onto my baking. “Ah! They’re ready!” I cheer with a wide smile, putting out the fire and pulling out the muffin tin being sure not to move the rag I’m using to hold it.
“Wahh, that looks extravagant!” Seok Jin praises me, waddling over, his friends following after. Smiling, I thank him, grabbing a knife and a plate.
Myself, Mr Park, Seok Jin and Mr Kim had finally finished our baking and treated ourselves. Now is the time that everyone should be parting ways, but rather than that the four us stay where we are.
In the warmth of the living room.
We’re all sat near the fireplace, just enjoying eachothers time, but I never cease to notice the multiple times Mr Kim looks up at me from their game of marbles.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, closing the book I hadn’t even been reading. Mr Kim looks up at me, his eyebrows raised. “No, miss, why do you ask?” Shifting in his spot, Mr Kim gives me and odd look - a brow raised. “Why must you look at me every few seconds? Is there something on my face?”
Of course there is, I was hit for christs sake.
“No, not at all. I’m just worried about you,” frowning he sits up straighter, his two friends also. “You were treated like a ragdoll by your own mother, in front of not only myself but others also. How-How could you live with such a person?”
I curl into myself, placing the book in my hands onto the table beside me, “I have no other choice, mother says that a delicate girl like myself shouldn’t live on my own. Especially at my age, she said that I wouldn’t make it out there in the real world.”
I felt myself begin to believe my own words, all the lies I’d been told many times before; their toxic and powering presence making me feel weak - making me feel.. small. So, so small.
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I loved Tangled the Series when it aired, but looking back, all the Cassandra being evil stuff was kinda bad writing.
I remember in an early episode, a character said something about (I think) the moonstone manipulating Cassandra and putting thoughts into her head (can't find the episode source), but the rest of the show shows Cassandra not being mind controlled at all. That makes her ultimately fully responsible for her actions.
I think it would have been better if she was sorta manipulated or controlled by the stone. Then we could still like Cassandra and not blame her for all the crazy stuff she did.
Cass literally tries to murder Rapunzel a couple times, so there is no forgiving a character like that. You certainly couldn't forgive a person like that in real life. You could never feel safe after that. Some people online try to defend her, but it's just bad writing and messed up.
And of course she only apologized after she lost the stone. Yikes.
And Cassandra just lacked common sense a lot of the time in her evil arc. She blamed Rapunzel for the Gothel raising her even though she was kidnapped as a baby. Even Raps pointed out that this was bullshit. Dude.
Not to mention Cass seemed smarter than that in earlier episodes. Cass was too smart to act like that. It's bad writing.
