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Rumplestilt: I will help you out of your predicament, but for a price: your firstborn child!
Me: Right, so you’ll help me in exchange for your firstborn child. Deal!
Rumplestilt: (accepts handshake, cackling) The bargain is set! There’s no backing out n . . . hngh! Wait, what’s . . . happening . . .?
(Rumplestilt falls to the floor, twitching and glowing. Glow fades to reveal a small bundle next to him)
Me and Rumplestilt: . . . . . .
(Bundle starts crying)
Me: Dude . . . did you just have a baby?
Rumplestilt: No, that can’t be . . . my kind can’t have kids! Why do you think we bargain for children?!
Me: Well, we did agree you would help me in exchange for YOUR firstborn child . . . I think we may have found a loophole?
Rumplestilt: (awed) Did you know this would happen?!
Me: Honestly I was just trying to be clever, this is way better than anything I expected.
Rumplestilt: (teary-eyed) I’m a dad!
Me: Congratulations!!!
Me: Oh shoot, but don’t forget about the bargain! The kid might disappear or something!
Rumplestilt: (clutches bundle) Oh my word, right!!!
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(A/N: It’s been a while since I messed with magical bargain tropes. XD Fun Fact: I learned while fiddling with this idea that a “rumplestilt” is, in fact, a name for a type of goblin! Which is great because I try to keep my guides species-focused and I did goblins in my very first one!)
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Sometimes the humility you need is not a kind of smallness of spirit or sense of your own weakness but the faith to act as if your life is a blessing—because it is.
Even spanking can be done ethically. If we did something bad enough, Mom WOULD spank us. But she would tell us that our spanking was coming and that we weren’t leaving until it happened, and you had time to brace yourself and come over. The spanking was a form of punishment, which is something you don’t generally get a choice of consent over. But I think it was easier to take when I had the choice of when I would get it over with and could brace myself. And afterward, we sat together while I cried and we talked about why the punishment happened (because bad actions can have painful consequences) and that she loved me. That has always stuck in my mind as the right way to do it, and I respect her for it to this day.
I see a lot of posts saying "teach boys about consent".
While that is true, a lot of parents will do that and fail to see how their own actions are the problem.
If you've spanked him, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've forced him to sit on Santa's lap, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've forced him to give hugs and kisses to family members, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've grabbed him in order to force him to sit still, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've labeled him as "too sensitive" for not wanting to be touched, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you've assumed he's okay with something because he technically allowed it even though he felt pressured, he's less likely to understand consent.
If you're only going to criticize his actions but not your own, it won't work.