Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.
Who alway got in trouble? Me.
They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.
She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.
The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.
I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.
“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.
“Melissa, did you punch him?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he snapped my bra strap.”
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”
“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”
“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”
Nothing will be more iconic than mikau of the indigo-gos on the brink of death rocking out on his guitar, finishing with “That’s all, thank you” and dropping dead there and then on the spot like damn that’s how I wanna go
Loki has regressed, for better or worse, to the person he was before the discovery of his heritage in Jotunheim. He is perhaps wiser and less trusting, with all the painful “accoutrements” of trauma, but the role he serves at Thor’s side directly parallels the role he served before Thor’s first coronation. He has resigned himself to a filial dynamic that will always consist of subservience on some level to his brother, without true open communication, because not only their points of view of events, but also their means of communicating their earnest feelings, are so irreconciliably different. Loki realizes that without Thor and Asgard (where he spent both his childhood and his years hiding as Odin in a peaceful and relatively safe state), he is truly alone. So Loki defaults to the means and methods of his youth, as well as the real personality at his core (cautious, cunning trickster). This doesn’t mean Loki is happy per se; it does mean he’s good at surviving. Bearing that in mind, there’s nothing surprising about Tom Hiddleston playing him in a way reflective of the first film. He has come full circle to his childhood and the fundamentals of his selfhood, before Thanos contaminated his personality with the earmarks of war imprisonment and trauma, in order to face that same abuser. In a way, as sad as it is that he’s settling for the person he was before he underwent such steep tests of his will, selfhood, and spirit, it’s also poetic.
Right with you on poetic.
It also helps the audience as some might not have followed Loki’s story as rigorously as some of us Loki fans have. If they missed TDW or even only saw ‘The Avengers’ and/or ‘Thor:Ragnarok’ Then Infinity War gives them a chance to see a glimpse of what he was like before and hopefully see what he can really do as a character.
Okay a little bit of context here, it is a long tradition in our D&D group to give newcomers one “Wish of the Gods” that allows them to alter one thing about the entire for each person. One time a player skipped a sea serpant battle by using his “Wish of the Gods”. But that is not important this is. By the way this was a homebrew campaign and the final boss battle. Everything had been built up to this.
DM: A head of you stands the Minotaur Warlock, Grawn. He signals you are allowed to go first.
OOC Paladin: WAIT! I want to use my wish!
OOC DM: What wish?
OOC Paladin: My “Wish of the Gods”.
DM: No, you used it and you don’t have another.
OOC Paladin: No I didn’t! Check the sheet.
DM: Okay. I just did and Paladin had not used her wish yet. So go a head.
IC Paladin: GODS HEAR MY PLEA AND GRANT MY WISH! I WISH GRAWN AND I WERE BEST FRIENDS AND ALL HE HAD DONE WAS TO FIND ME AGAIN!
DM: No. No. Noninonononooooooo!!!!
(At this point the DM had thrown stuff around) Okay. Grawn looks closely at the Paladin opposing him. She looked like his friend he had lost years ago. In fact it was her! He was so happy he stopped being evil and went made a living picking fucking daisies! THERE! ARE YOU HAPPY PALADIN!? I HAF SPENT MONTHS ANTICIPATING THIS!!!
Needless to say a new rule was made so nobody could so that again.
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