child labor is a huge problem in the U.S.!!! I was talking to someone who told me that "it's not like the 40s or whatever, we have laws for that stuff now"
so just for everyone's information, the U.S. government is pushing back against child labor laws (and child marriage laws, that's a different post tho) and the government doesn't actually fucking care about kids
I live in an agriculture state and I've been working 40 hours a week since I was 12 years old, and I've had at least two jobs since about 14. I've seen very little of that money. I was underpaid and overworked and the little money that I did make was stolen by my parents. I remember hiding a few ones every time I got tipped so that I could buy myself school supplies
one of my best friends had to get a job at 13 because her parents stopped buying her food. she was told to "work for the things she has and stop being spoiled"
another of my friends had been working on his parents farm since as young as EIGHT YEARS OLD. and people around here are just acting like unpaid manual labor (at THAT AGE) is completely normal and fine. as if the hard physical work was just "family chores"
people are just ignoring the rise of child labor and all of it is going unnoticed. I don't want any other child to have to go through that, please protect the child labor laws in this country!
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Funhouse arc GO
HECK YEAH
IM GOING TO INFODUMP SO HARD ON THIS
TW- HALLUCINATIONS, CHILD LABOR AND MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAMING
The idea of the fun house arc is expanding each character separately in a mirror house, how does this happen? right after Leo and Raph meet! they want their siblings to get along, so they organize an outing to a fun fair!
It really backfires on Raph, bc during a moment where Mikey separates from the group he offers the runner of the mirror house labyrinth, who is a newly mutated fox, retromutagen in exchange to mess with Leo and Donnie, which also backfires on him bc the fox also uses the mystic magic of the mirror house on the whole family.
This affects them in different ways!
It affects Leo with total darkness, something that he is not exactly foreign to since living in the sewers but during that he resorts to his habit of maladaptive daydreaming, where he goes to this story that he created on his brain of the society of turtles that he created as a child
once Mikey slams the retromutagen against one of the mirrors the real world slips into the daydream that was intensively expanded bc of the nature of the mirror house, which effectively pulls him into the real world once he is being pulled away from the mirror house by mikey
Rough on the other hand! Since he is not really into being alone he starts looking into the whole place, yelling for everyone's names, smacking himself against the mirrors without being able to break any of them, he starts being shown pictures of when he was taken by the foot clan, Casey all bruised and beaten up for a multitude of different reasons, he starts getting flashes of the Shredder and the Hamato Clan, he is successfully pulled away once he is able to break one of the mirrors, which led to the emergency exit door of the mirror house
Donnie starts with the visions of Big Mama half drunk telling him how he got him (which is that Draxum sold Raph and Donnie for money to be able to pay rent after the lab explosion) , but the memory diluting itself and he begins trying to break the mirror very unsuccessfully, he breaks down crying bc of feeling like an exotic figure rather than a son that she loved, he starts de aging in a way like the mom of turning red but not in the same situation obviously, and he just lumps there crying for like four frames and then there is the second apparition of imaging of the Hamato clan and his Tech Bo drops direct on his face and then he is able to break through the mirror house
Then is Micheal, my beloved, the whole reason they are there, he start yelling to the fox about their deal, about how if he didnt get him out in that instant he was going to destroy the retromutagen and kill him, he starts getting visions about his first mission when him and Draxum were employed by the foot clan together by the first time, when he was eleven and had better grasp on his mystic abilities, which ended really badly, that is only broken by him hearing Rough yelling, so his visions are replaced by explosions of when he exploded half of Rough's face when he was little in the Jones Family Farm, furing the whole thing he slams the retromutagen against the mirrors and blast the shit out of them with the gauntlet he always has on, thats how he gets to Leo and gets out
After that he just makes a truce with everyone that he is going to try and get along with everyone and not pull more shit on them.
Raph moves in with Leo after the fun house arc, leaving The Foot Clan (Mikey is not in the economic position of leaving the foot nor big mama, the villain of The Night is actually capitalism)
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Mender needs a Hug
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@heroes-villains-side-blog★@tratieisdabest★@just-a-space-rabbit
TW:Bullying, Child Labor Mention, Potential Violence, Defending Bad People
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Mender was on one of her solo patrols, and everything was fairly normal. She'd stopped a couple of smaller villains and some villain sidekicks, and now it was pretty quiet. That was, until some random civilian came up to her.
At first, she thought they were a villain, and she narrowed her eyes at them, but they raised their hands and started a weird speech before she could speak. It almost felt practiced.
"Hey, I'm just a civilian," they began. "My name is Conner, and I'd just like to talk for a second."
Mender wasn't easily fooled. She didn't believe that was his real name. And just because they said they were a civilian didn't mean they actually were one.
But it was agency policy to give people the benefit of the doubt and ever since she was little, she had a sort of natural ability that gave her a way to almost feel people's auras, probably linked to her healing powers. So she could usually tell if people had powers if she was super close to them, though she did have to focus to do so.
And she was definitely focusing as this "civilian" was super suspicious.
But, she didn't feel any sort of powers from him. So, after a long silence, she replied. "Listen Conner, while I'd love to talk, I'm on patrol, so I can't really do that right now." And she didn't particularly want to talk to Conner at all anyway.
But Conner continued, "Oh, come on, Mender. It'll only take a minute of your time."
Now, normally Mender would've just politely told Conner that she couldn't and that if they needed to file a report to do so at the police station, but she could just tell he would find a way to talk to her another time.
So, she relented. "Alright, fine. Do you need something? Want to file a report of a crime? Interview me?" She really hoped it wasn't the last one.
"None of the above, Mender. Just wanted to say something."
She gestured to him to continue, choosing to lean against a wall in the alleyway they were in. It felt like she'd probably be here for more than just a minute.
"Why do you work with Lady Alexandria? Like, you seem pretty cool, and she's all dumb and stuff."
Mender looked at him with confusion before replying, "Lady Alexandria is an incredibly intelligent person, and I am always honored to work with her. I know lots of people think of me as the brain and her as the brawn, but she is plenty smart on her own, and while I don't have super strength, I'm definitely stronger than average.”
But Conner just rolled his eyes, making Mender angrier. “If you don't believe me, just look at the child sidekick cases! She started that when she was barely out of uni, and managed to get some of the agency's board of 'Elders', as they're called, on her side! She built a case against one of the most powerful entities in the world and won, forever changing how superheroes operate everywhere!
"It takes a very brave and intelligent person to do that, especially when she was at risk of losing her job, which I know she loves dearly."
Mender was getting a bit upset, but surely this would be the end of it. Almost every civilian in Nizorro had heard of what Alexandria did and supported her, so this should shut Conner down.
Conner was not shut down. "Oh great, you're one of those 'don't let children fight crime' people." He clenched his fists. "They consented! And they have powers! They should be used to save the lives of the rest of us! Agency money is being spent to fund that new abomination of a school, when most of those people won't even end up using their powers to help us. Or worse, they'll use them for evil! Lady Alexandria is an idiot who put people in danger with her court case, and is still allowed to work at the agency? It's ridiculous!"
Mender was sent reeling. Obviously, she knew some people thought like that, but to hear it from this random person who didn't even know what they were talking about was just insane. They'd said so many wrong things it was ridiculous, and also angering. "How dare you say those things about Lady Alexandria! People's powers are not yours, or anyone else's to wield! And they were children! Who in their right mind would just let them go into battle, whether they said they were fine with it or not?!" She pushed off the wall and looked towards Conner with fire in her eyes.
"Ah ah ah, Mender, let's calm down a bit. Remember, you're a hero. And what kind of hero would attack an innocent civilian, just because they were a bit rude? I don't even have powers, and you're going after li'l ol' me?" Conner smirked, like he wanted her to come punch him.
Mender froze.
She wasn't sure what she had been planning, she just wanted him to pay. Those were innocent children he was insulting, her friend he was insulting, and he seemed so smug too. Maybe she was going to punch him, but she would've stopped herself, she was sure.
But then he continued.
"Oh come on, you know you want to. Just one little punch-" and he was pinned to the wall. But not by Mender, but —
“— Kim?” she yelled out in surprise as Conner tried to wiggle out of the tight grip Kim had on their collar.
“Not so brave now, are we?” Kim said, glaring at him.
Immediately, Conner's eyes widened.
"You're right, Conner,” Kim said in a mocking tone. “She is a hero, and she can't punch you…" their gaze darkened. "Good thing I'm not a hero then." They raised their other fist, causing Connor to scream, but Kim tossed them on the ground instead, unharmed from the fake punch.
“Go on, Conner, run. Before I decide I'm not bluffing."
Conner got up on his feet and ran away, as there were two supers here now, and one of them was more than willing to beat him up.
Mender turned to Kim, but she immediately broke down, dropping to the alleyway's floor. “Thank you so much! If I hadn't been able to stop myself I could've hurt him! And he probably would've deserved it, but just… why would he say that? Just for a dare? Literal children were martyred, and he tries to say it was good?! Did he actually mean it? I just can't—"
"Hey, calm down, Mender." Kim moved to sit down beside her. "You didn't do anything wrong. He went for exactly what would get a rise out of you. Honestly, I think you should've been allowed to hit him."
There was a silence before Kim continued.
"Are you okay?" They asked gently, because by now Mender had scooted so close to them that it looked like there was only one person in the dark alley.
"I just… I hate that he did that. There's nothing I could do to stop him, and that just sucks, ya know?" Mender said, though her voice was slightly muffled since she was pressed into Kim's side, which Kim had shown they were okay with by putting an arm around her.
Kim paused.
There wasn't much they could do for their friend. There was no talk that could make everything better, they couldn't go back in time and stop stupid Conner, and they couldn't magically erase Mender's emotions (not that that would even be a good solution).
So they slowly stood up, bringing Mender up with them, and gently asked, "Do you want a hug?"
Mender looked up at them in slight surprise.
Normally she was the one to offer a hug and comfort, but Kim was so kindly turning the tables. She did not even answer, just grabbed onto Kim like a lifeline. The two stood still for a little while, before Mender let go again.
“Thank you.”
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I still remember.
I remember when I couldn't even stand people talking about the problems they had with their children on a radio show because I was so overloaded with stress about the 20+ children at the daycare I was parenting*. (* What daycare is these days.) I would legitimately get so angry and turn it off for the rest of the ride because I didn't want to hear anything anymore. And I had an hour drive to get home.
I would lay down for sleep and try to do my nightly routines and my mind would play back any sound I'd heard that day, their screaming, the tiny voices shouting my name and their whining. I'd try to do things for stress relief, and needed headphones to separate my mind, to avoid replaying the songs in my head that had to be played all day, because stereo player silence was not looked positively on by management or auditors.
I remember being so sick of the mascots and insisting to the children that they were real, and these characters were the reason for art and music and why we study them. I felt like I was experiencing Corporate Hell and brainwashing three year olds to talk to a plastic sticker on the wall of a mascot when I didn't have time to interact with them. We were encouraged to use that tactic often, when a child would come to us to interrupt, not knowing better of patience.
The main mascot was used as a moral guidepost, however vague.
Everything below the cut is what the tags are about.
I had a parent who told me he was surprised his five year old son was still dressed when he came to pick him up- because at his old daycare, they left him undress whenever.
I never had stress like the day I reported to CPS about a child who'd did and said things that no one his age group should even know about. That child knew evil and it was present in his eyes. I have never wanted violence so desperately, to kill what he had been made into before he got to hurt more people. I wanted to kill a five year old boy and the human creature that turned him into this .His family could die too, the entire bloodline as far as I was concerned. I wanted the satisfaction that I could not have years ago, to kill the one that had possessed someone I'd loved and adored years ago, that was now infested in this child that I could see perfect dullness in his dead eyes. They had no life in them, and I wanted to be the one to be the one who stopped the flow of blood to his diseased mind. I saved many young minds from trauma by resisting that urge in front of them. He was transferred by his parents to a different school.
The day I vented about it to my friend, I was so distracted talking to the phone in the passenger seat, I rear ended someone, and wrecked my vehicle so badly it was undrivable. Everyone was uninjured. It was ruled an accident due to the slick roads. I still think that pickup driver was texting at a green light.
Weeks before I decided I would quit, I sat out beside a large bush next to a fast food place, and tears escaped before I knew why they were coming. I laid in the dirt until it was time to go clock in. A week before, I had had a panic attack terrible enough to take myself to the hospital, afraid what I would do if given the chance to run into traffic .
I bought myself a new shirt on the first day after the hospital, because I was told to be around people, for my own safety. For the days I took to recover, I bought myself a print of that one Louis Wainwright painting , " I am happy because everyone loves me." and framed it a month later.
I don't know that I'm strong enough anymore to handle having children of my own. I think I might be the best example of a person who should not have any. I think I'll be surgically sterilized as soon as possible.
I'm better now. I very truly love the job I'm at. But I know my limits more intimately than I ever thought I could. And I'm never putting myself in a situation again where I'm doing the emotional labor for parents and employers who throw money and gifts at me.
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