My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.
When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.
When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.
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ok but if bruce wayne somehow came upon zuko fresh out of banishment he would lose his mind.
black hair? check. bad parent(s)? check. trauma? double check.
bruce: how’d you get your scar?
zuko: my dad got mad at me for saying that killing people is wrong so he lit my face on fire and banished me.
bruce, vibrating with excitement, already pulling adoption papers from his utilility: that’s terrible. how do you feel about capes.
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Plus: We Are Number One but it's just a bunch of old brazilian funk
Brazil memes are always strange and cryptic but my favourite one of 2021 was when we just started putting bird noises over random shit. Like this news program
He also must be seen as the bad guy all the time because of his powers. Sometimes even kwamis make jokes about how he always messes up, like the dinossaurs thing. Must be exausting be treated like that while your other half is adored by everyone. Of course he loves Tikki, but it's clear to everyone that people treat her better.
Plagg’s character gets a lot of different takes. The first time we meet him, he’s trashing Adrien’s room. He can come off as lazy, entitled, bit of a jerk. He can also seem very caring at times.
The consensus has been, “Well, yeah, he’s a cat.” And there is probably something to that.
But consider the power that the Miraculous gives over the Kwami. Look at how Gabriel treats Nooroo. Consider that, if someone of ill intent were to seek a Miraculous, the Black Cat is the one they would go after.
What if Plagg’s manners are a coping mechanism? What if this is his response to past abuse?
Adrien is truly exceptional to have won his trust after that.
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If kwamis were actual size Tikki would be the least obvious as ladybugs are easy to hide, while each day would be an adventure of Adrien trying to sneak a cat into the class, or Plagg (who still has all the normal kwami powers) sitting on the steps of the school, curled up in the sun, waiting for Adrien to come back, maybe sometimes staring at the doors Damocles slammed in his face mewing, other days finding his way onto the roof.
That or Mendeliev or Bustier has a soft spot for cats, brings it inside from the harsh weather conditions (it’s 20 degrees, a few clouds but mostly gentle sun) and Plagg now spends the whole day at the front of the class being pet by teachers and whichever student is doing a presentation.