Well, the Netflix password sharing ban has reached the Netherlands. Quick survey says that there are several workarounds, but my mom is not tech savvy enough for that level of trickery, so I'll advise her to change her subscription to only one screen.
Count that as two near instances of screaming rage at corporations in two days.
And no, that's not about being unable to live without Netflix. It's the relentless trickle of shittery they keep pulling.
My bank raising its fees just because, and I would have switched but I am on this family arrangement so I can't.
My bank app deciding my phone is too old for it.
Another price hike in the supermarket.
The fees for my building's upkeep have been raised by €5 a month for shits and giggles.
A tax hike of €2 a month for my car and don't get me started on paying more than €2 for a litre of petrol.
An insurance price hike and I can't switch because of a misunderstanding with the building upkeep company. Seriously it's the only way of beating constant price hikes, constantly switching.
The ticket prices for the train have been raised.
On and on it goes. And my main problem is that this could easily all be outlawed. But it isn't. Because higher prices on everything also means more tax revenue, as that is a percentage of the total, not a flat fee.
The Netherlands have already protest voted the Nazis in, and the party that calls itself "New Social Contract" means by that, that the whole country should function like the Dutch Bible Belt: with strong solidarity among neighbours instead of state intervention and also trans people are evil. If the government does not try to further the wellbeing of all its citizens, against exploitative corporations, who tf is it for? Like, I know who it's for, it insanely favours capital, but shouldn't there at least be a pretense of something else?
I find it fascinating that government always goes "This is fine" until there are physical mobs outside of their gates. They don't do anything an hour before.
I don't really understand why they keep pushing people to the brink of that. Whom does it help? Nobody. Every revolution simply ushers in a new elite, only that first, a lot of people die - some rich, most poor. The poor mostly stay poor. I'm not saying don't riot, because the revolutions, if survived, often cause a minor uptick for the starving, but not half as well as a government that ensures a high standard of living for everyone.
And make no mistake. They're literally having people starve. Because they can. Either on no food, or on food that is so substandard it causes disease.
It only took 40 years.
Why are they so stupid? People may not understand nft's, or substandard loans swaps, or whatever they come up with next to cheat pension funds, but they do understand being able to afford heating your house, being able to afford to keep a roof over your head, or "I can't afford dinner."
But what do I know. I simply studied humanities.
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I’ll Handle This (9)
In Which Plagg cuts the Umbilical Cord
Howdy folks! Thanks for the patience! I like to pretend I’m regular with uploads, but we all know that’s not true. And for a little while, it’s going to be worse. I had a gallbladder attack this week, and I have to wait about a month to get it out. In the meantime, I get sick pretty easily from most foods. So I’ve kind of put writing on the backburner.
Oh, I’m also planning a wedding!
Thanks for understanding and not sending demands for updates!
FF.net | Ao3
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Adrien was feeling pretty darn good, all things considered.
Ladybug, or Marinette rather, had been so adamant for so long that no one could know their identities. It was a mantra he stuck to, though he desperately wished to know her outside the mask.
With Nino in on the secret, it felt more liberating than he expected. All night, he told Nino stories of his terrible excuses and narrow misses of getting caught.
“I don’t know how I didn’t catch it sooner.” Nino had said, hindsight being 20/20 and all that.
And Adrien admitted that he felt dumb for not realizing Nino was Carapace sooner. So Nino’s guilt was lessened a bit by that.
While the boys talked, Plagg stayed rather neutral. He didn’t divulge any more of his plans or prepare them for what was to come.
Because he couldn’t. Plagg was preparing for several different outcomes, all hindered on many overlapping factors. He just had to hope for the best for now and not stress Adrien out.
The kid deserved to enjoy his first sleepover.
—
Being an ancient being, Plagg’s passive perception was relatively high. He noticed things and had an awareness that surpassed most other entities on the planet.
Though, he rarely acted on anything he noticed, since he could phase out of most danger. It mostly kept him from being seen by people who weren’t supposed to see him.
However, alarm bells were currently going off like crazy inside his—or Adrien’s—head.
Lila was hovering just a bit too closely for comfort.
Though she was usually the main attraction in a conversation, she wasn’t very good at spying. She hovered, just at the edge of the circle, throwing out plenty of ‘oh, don’t mind me’s, but keeping her eye trained on him. She even followed them when they went out for lunch. Far enough away that no one would notice, mind you, but there none the less.
Lila was not Gabriel’s muse. She was his stooge. His little puppet. His meat camera.
As long as Lila was around, Gabriel was aware of every action he took. Who knew what kind of bull shittery she’d pull if he did something remotely different.
But what exactly was she watching for? Just reporting his change in behavior?
Had Gabriel suspected too much?
It was high time Plagg put the next phase of his plan into action.
But first, he needed to throw Lila off the trail.
It was after class, and everyone was packing their stuff up and discussing how the weekend had gone.
This seemed like the perfect opportunity.
“Hey guys! I taught Lila how to play Magic at the last photoshoot! Anyone want to play with her?”
The words were like fresh blood in a tank of sharks. Lila was grabbed and sat down at a desk, as she tried to come up with an excuse to leave.
“Oh, I’d uhh...I’d love to play. But my mom has a doctor appointment after school and she wanted me home...”
“Oh Lila, it’s okay,” said Plagg. “Don’t feel bad about skipping our study session. This is your chance to really bond with the boys in our class!”
Lila just sent him a tight lipped smile.
“Okay, Kim, let Lila use your deck.”
“What? No! ‘Soul Sisters’ is perfectly crafted and only an expert can really unlock its true potential.”
Alix swiped the deck from his hand. “Yeah, you build a deck with all the tig-bitty angel wifus. It’s great. Take a break, horn dog.” She slammed the deck down in front of a traumatized Lila.
Max was her partner. “Don’t worry, we’ll go slow and I’ll explain everything as we go along.”
Plagg smiled to himself, watching as the boys, and even some girls, crowded around to watch.
He then caught Marinette’s eye and gestured out to the hall. There was no way Lila could stealthily maneuver her way over to him without drawing the attention of all their classmates.
In the hall, Plagg took Marinette’s hand and led her away, into a secluded corner of the upper floor. Hopefully, Lila wouldn’t spot them if she tried to do something rash.
“Is everything okay, Adrien?” Marinette asked, her face tinged pink.
“Not...not completely. Lila was following and eavesdropping on me all day.”
Marinette gasped, covering her mouth. “That’s sick!”
“Yes, I agree. I’m not quite sure what she was looking for, but I’m fairly certain she’s spying for my father.”
Marinette squeezed his arm. “I’m so sorry, Adrien. If I knew how to help...”
“I should be the one apologizing.” He said, genuine sadness in his voice. He had hoped solving Adrien’s problems would have helped Marinette out, but he worried it would be the opposite.
“What do you have to apologize for?”
He took her hands, holding them delicately in his own. “I told you that I made a deal with her to get you back into school. But…”
She whispered. “Adrien...”
He touched her face, ever so gently, laying the charm on thick. “Marinette, I care about you so much, and if I could avoid this I would, but...”
“But what?”
“Lila’s made it clear that she’s taking this feud I’m having with my father personally. She’s going to take whatever chance she can get to go back on our agreement. She’s going to go after you again.” He shook his head, conjuring tears into his eyes. “I can’t bear to see you hurt by her!”
“Oh Adrien!” She gasped, before throwing her arms around him. “Please don’t cry. I can handle her, honest.”
“I have a plan in motion,” he clarified, squeezing her. “She won’t get away with her lies and harassment for much longer. I just need you to be strong.”
“Whatever you need, just let me know. You don’t have to do this alone.”
“I know. Thank you, Marinette. Now, I have to go before Lila escapes my trap.”
Her smile was genuine and full of gratitude. “I’ll see you tomorrow then! Bye!”
Eager to take what head way he could get, Plagg pressed a kiss to Marinette’s cheek before hurrying away.
He missed her squealing and dancing after he turned his back.
—
“I really dislike that sausage-haired cretin.” Plagg muttered as he walked home. “It’s one thing to lie to get attention, but for her to spy on us all day? Talk about creepy!”
“Thank you for warning Marinette,” Adrien said as he floated by his shoulder. “I agree that Lila is looking for any opportunity to go back to bullying her. I think with the warning, she’ll be able to come up with some way to protect herself.”
“Nothing against your lady’s ability to find solutions, since that is her job as Ladybug, but I don’t know what kind of back up plan she can have against a compulsive liar. Why is every adult in Paris so gullible?”
“I have a theory,” Adrien suggested. “They aren’t gullible. They just see a pretty young girl crying and they just go along with whatever she says to make it stop. They just assume she’s exaggerating or something.”
“Good observation,” Plagg commended. “I agree.”
“But I think we should put off worrying about Lila for a bit and focus on my father. He hasn’t seen you since Friday morning when you serenaded him. I can’t imagine he’s going to be happy to see you.”
“Adrien, we’ve been over this. I can handle a grown ass adult throwing a temper tantrum. There’s only two things he hasn’t tried yet, and they’re both pretty extreme. I don’t know if he has it in him. I called his bluff before, anyways.”
“What two things?”
“Having me arrested...or getting violent. I dared him to hit me and he swore he never would. I just can’t imagine he was telling the truth.”
“Are you trying to drive him to it?”
“I’m trying to drive him to a place of ‘I give up, what do you want’? Hopefully we can talk, and he’ll come to see you aren’t a child anymore. As much as I think your dear old dad is capable of being a butt head, I think he’s also capable of understanding. He is a successful businessman after all. Business doesn’t come without a little mercy.”
“That’s a...way to look at it...”
At that point, they reached the mansion, and Adrien returned to the pocket.
Plagg decided not to ring the doorbell, and instead climbed the wall.
He strolled very nonchalantly up to the front door, and entered, slamming the door shut behind him.
Then he waited three seconds.
“1...2...”
“Adrien!” Gabriel rushed out of his office. “I didn’t expect you home already.”
“Because Lila didn’t text you with my location?”
Gabriel just stared, slightly wide-eyed and pale.
Caught red handed.
“She is spying on me for you, right? This isn’t just her stalking me on her own. She’s not smart enough for that.”
“I—“
“So what? You don’t know how to communicate with me so you go to the only person in my class that I not only dislike, but has a record of compulsive lying? Seriously? You thought that was your best option?”
“You do not get to lecture me about my choices!” Gabriel barked.
But Plagg just shook his head. “You make no sense to me.”
“My decisions and actions don’t have to make sense to you. You are my child, and you will obey me! Do you understand?”
Plagg just gave him a patient smile. Arguing with him never went anywhere, because Gabriel always turned his ears off the second Adrien said something he didn’t want to hear.
Which was anything that wasn’t “yes sir.”
“I understand what you want. But I can’t give it to you. You haven’t listened to what I’ve said. You’re so caught up in injustice, that you haven’t seen how your yelling has affected me. I’m just pulling farther and farther away. Do you want to lose me for good? Is that what you want? Because that’s the road you’re heading down. I’m 15 now. Three years of this, and I could easily move away and never speak to you again after how badly you’ve treated me.”
“I do not treat you badly! Have you ever gone without food? Without a soft bed? Without clothes or showers? No! You have it better than most people in this city.”
“You’re right, I should be without want or need. But you’ve severely neglected my heart. Gabriel, I’m lonely, and sad. I’m disappointed every time you break a promise. I can go anywhere and have food and shelter and whatever, but only you can give me the love of my father.”
Gabriel was silent at this, staring at his son, his lips in a firm line.
“So I’m going to go. I’m staying with some friends for a while. Just to give you a taste of what it’s like without me. If you like it, then, when I’m 18, I’ll leave, and never come back.”
Gabriel looked to the ground, but found himself unable to say anything. Plagg ascended the stairs, and went into Adrien’s room.
“I don’t want to leave…” Adrien said, quietly. “I’d rather stay and…”
“And do nothing?”
Adrien looked away.
“Look,” said Plagg, directing his chin up. “Your father is a hard nut to crack. We just have to push harder and harder. Do you still trust me?”
“What choice do I have?”
“It’s going to be okay, kid.” He rubbed his thumb over his whiskers. “I promise.”
He packed up his duffel that he had taken for his sleepover, and came back down the stairs.
Gabriel was right where he left him. “So, you’re going? Just like that?”
“At this point, I think it’s for the best. Just for a little while. Give us both some perspective.”
“You’ll regret it,” he warned.
“Maybe. But what’s there to learn from if I don’t make mistakes?”
Gabriel didn’t stop him as he walked out the door.
After he left, Nathalie emerged from the office. “Your son is surprisingly mature for his age.”
“No, he’s stubborn. Just like his mother. I give him three days before he comes crawling back.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“Then I’ll make him come back.”
—
Chat Noir bounded over rooftops at sunset. He had a destination in mind, and getting spotted by Lila or one of Gabriel’s other goons would ruin it all.
After traveling in circles, he finally reached the Lahiffe house and stopped on the fire escape outside Nino’s room.
Nino looked up at the sound. “Oh dude!”
“Nino Lahiffe, the time has come.” Said Plagg in his ancient voice. “This is the Miraculous of the Dude.” He opened his hand to show a single Hersey’s kiss. “You will use it for the greater bro-kind, and let me crash here for the foreseeable future, as I have run away from home.”
“Dude...” Nino took it reverently. “I will fulfill my sacred oath...but you should probably come in through the front door, and we should kind of explain this to my mom, or she’s going to wonder how you got in the house.”
“True. Meet you downstairs in five!”
—
Marinette laid in her bed, eyes trained to the sky through the sky-light, hands clutching a pillow tightly to her chest.
She sighed.
The sound made Tikki roll her eyes. She knew Plagg was hamming it up, but did he have to be so…charming?!
“Tikki…” Marinette announced, after mooning for over an hour. “I think…I think I can tell him tomorrow.”
The words were music to her ears! Finally! “You can do it Marinette!”
Then a shadow passed Marinette’s face as the worst past through her mind. “But what if he hasn’t been earnest? What if the way he’s been acting has just been to get back at his father or Lila?”
Tikki almost groaned. “Marinette, Adrien loves you. He really really loves you! The way he pulled you aside today and warned you about what was going to happen with Lila? He didn’t do that for anyone but you. That was real care! The longer you beat around the bush, the more you’re putting off your own happiness. And you don’t want that, do you?”
Marinette sat up, resolve hardening. “Tomorrow then. I’ll tell him tomorrow, and get my happily ever after.”
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