fucking fantastic: Nebula is in a relationship with Mantis and Valkyrie, they’re a big gay space disaster but they’re cute and love each other a lot
so Nebula and Mantis are Good because they have no social skills but in, like, opposite directions, right? Nebula’s instinct in any new situation is to lean against the wall scowling and acting like she’s too scary to give a shit, because if you’re mean and scary nobody cares if you don’t know the rules and holy shit she doesn’t know the rules. she doesn’t know how to be Anything except what Thanos made her and she hates it, but it’s easier to just snarl at anyone who gets too close than try to learn all their stupid rules.
except. except. Mantis wants to run headfirst into everything. she wants to say hello, touch things, experience all the good and bad the galaxy outside of Ego has to offer. and Nebula wants to follow her, because being with Mantis makes her chest ache so bad that at first she thought something was going wrong with her cybernetics. also because the world is full of dicks, and sometimes it helps if Mantis has someone a little scary at her side to make dicks behave. Nebula is happy to do that too, because she’s not really sure what the point of her life is anymore but keeping the smile on Mantis’ face is as good an option as any. maybe better.
she just likes her so much, more than her stupid emotionally stunted brain will ever be able to form words for – but then, she doesn’t have to, does she? Mantis feels what Nebula feels for her every time they bump elbows squeezing past each other in the tight confines of the ship, or bashfully take each other’s hands, or when Mantis presses her first exploratory kiss to Nebula’s cheek. Nebula’s gone still, one full-body tense muscle, which might discourage anyone who couldn’t feel the terrified ecstatic flustered brain-flashing joy sparkling through her entire body.
neither of them knows how to relationship, really, and they’re lacking in good role models, but they’re figuring it out in fits and starts.
enter Valkyrie.
bisexual space disaster meets angry space lesbian. Nebula sees a lot of nigh-indestructible Asgardian swagger and the skills to back it up; Valkyrie sees a tight-wound badass who who needs to relax. the interest is, as they say, mutual. Mantis is supportive; she and Nebula both missed the lesson on monogamy-as-desirable-norm, and why shouldn’t she encourage her girlfriend to pursue something that’s obviously holding her interest?
Nebula and Valkyrie are an emotional shitshow, and both of them are determined to pretend that there are actual feelings behind the weird, rough sex they’re having. Valkyrie is relationship-phobic to put it lightly, and she’s convinced herself that Nebula is the worst possible person to ease herself back into emotional commitment with. she’s got baggage to rival Valkyrie’s own, she never talks about her feelings, she already has a girlfriend who’s a bug. so what if Valkyrie can’t stop flirting, can’t stop trying to get Nebula to open up, thinks for days about every little bit of vulnerability she coaxes out like it’s the best haul in history? these aren’t feelings. obviously.
this might have dragged on forever (maybe almost literally; Valkyrie is thousands of years young and who knows what all those modifications have done for Nebula’s aging?) is Mantis hadn’t intervened. she knew how Nebula felt, and it took all of three seconds to be sure Valkyrie felt the same way. (well, three seconds and finding an excuse to bump into Valkyrie long enough to touch her. it was VERY subtle.)
(it wasn’t.)
Don’t forget Valkryie getting super, SUPER drunk as hell. When Mantis gently tries to ask her girlfriend’s girlfriend if she is okay, Val starts drunk crying, smooshes her face and does the whole “I shouldnt have drunk so much?? I cant protect her” bit. Nebula short circuited for a second watching that
You ever read some shit so evil it kinda pumps the brakes on the rest of your day?
Are you fucking ready for this knowledge? To my exasperated followers, give me a break, I haven’t given a good historical rant about her in a few months. Also who the hell uses the word ‘vegetable’ anymore? Yeah, I’m taking over this post. Here we go:
Rosemary Kennedy was JFK’s sister. Joseph Kennedy manipulated his children for years, always wanting them to be the picturesque family to help gain political traction. “Oh, they’re so pretty, oh, they’re so well-behaved, oh, they’re the definition of family ideals” that stuff.
For the most part, the rest of the Kennedy children obliged.
Rosemary?
Rosemary left her boarding school to go on dates.
…Yeah. Yeah, that was it. Rosemary left the boarding school and went on dates. That was her “rebellious nature”. She was a tad bit clumsy, she might have actually had borderline Asperger’s due to her inability to pick up on social cues, and she left her boarding school to go on dates with boys. That last one pissed off Joseph so that, by the time Rosemary was twenty-three (the above cruce post makes it seem like she was a teenager but no, she was twenty-three, I’m not saying this to diminish anything, I’m saying that she was a fully-grown adult and still under her father’s manipulations), he took her to Walter Jackson Freeman without consulting his wife. If you haven’t been privy to any of my rants, Walter Jackson Freeman was a man who used icepicks and knives to cut into people’s heads, chopping off pieces of their brain, a process known as the frontal lobotomy. Icepicks. The things you used to chip ice. Icepicks. Although I’m pretty sure he used a kitchen knife on Rosemary because, you know, that’s so much better. Anywho, not only was she forced into the operation, not only was she forced to sing God Bless America, but she was forced to say The Lord’s Prayer. The. Lord’s. Prayer. Until. She. Couldn’t. Because. They. Paralyzed. Her.
Joseph was so disgusted by her new state (you know, because she was paralyzed) that he sent her to a far-off asylum where she remained for decades. When JFK ran for his presidency and was asked about the whereabouts of his sister, he said that she was away, teaching and/or studying.
Nobody visited Rosemary for decades.
Nobody visited Rosemary for decades.
When her mother finally visited, Rosemary lunged at her in anger and had to be sedated. Her mother’s response? You ready for this? I mean, seriously, are you ready? Like I know what you’re thinking: “Mate, you just went into a rant by memory (yeah, I’m typing this all by memory) about a woman whose brain was hacked up using a butter knife so that she wouldn’t embarrass her family during their political campaign, only for that woman to become paralyzed and institutionalized without visitors for decades, what the fuck can be worse than that?” Seriously though, brace yourselves.
When Rose Kennedy saw her daughter for the first time in decades (after Rosemary was institutionalized as a result of Joseph’s severe medical abuse), when Rose saw her…her first concern…was that she was fat.
Like I said, I wrote this all from memory, but have a bundle of sources confirming everything:
Lobotomies to “correct” misbehaving children weren’t isolated to this family. This was considered a parent’s right. This family isn’t specially cursed, this was fucking “normal” at one point.
Even now, there’s disabled kids who have to fight their parents about invasive and detrimental surgeries and “medical treatments” like this.
It’s part the abuse culture that surrounds parenting – that parents can do what they want to their kids and nobody can tell them otherwise – and part more standard bigotry. The lines between sexism, racism, and ableism tend to blur when it comes to parental abuse culture.
And shit like this is happening in everyday homes,
OP I think we need to have a talk about your definition of “slightly uncomfortable” because my levels of rage skyrocketed faster than it took Thanos to snap his fingers
do you mayhaps think that some of these species are endangered because of trafficking for the pet trade
some people’s exotic pets do definitely need to be set free. Some cannot be. My parrot was taken from the amazon as a hatchling. He spent 4 years in a tiny cage and getting abused before he came to my family and we rescued him. We then had him for 32 years. He was unable to fly. He loved cuddling. He was anxious. He could not have gone back to the Amazon. Sometimes rescued pets are exotic, not for the thrill of having an exotic pet but because other people mistreat exotics and someone’s gotta help them. If, on the other hand, you can rear the animal in preparation to be re-released or if you get the animal in adulthood, bringing it back to its natural habitat is a good idea.
do you think that perhaps the reason your parrot was poached from the wild and abused for years is because there’s a demand for them here as pets, and if we stopped the idea of parrots being housepets none of that cruelty would have come upon him
Rescue exotics in captivity should be maintained properly (which, for most, means zoo care) until their natural death, and no more should be captured or bred. Exotics are not pets and are not suitable as pets. Yes, there are a handful of people who can keep an exotic in the proper enclosure for it to do well, but that number of people is vastly outnumbered by people who just want a shiny pet and have no idea what they’re getting into, don’t have the resources to keep one, or both.
Do NOT release a captive exotic! You risk introducing disease to the area or putting an animal no longer equipped to survive into a world that will kill it.
African greys are a good example. They’re getting rarer and rarer because of collection for the pet trade. The vast majority of them will die early, miserable deaths, if not from being treated badly during import, then from improper care.
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