#but anyways brad pitt is an abuser don't fucking watch the movie

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the "f1" "movie" is genuinely the strangest initiative i've ever seen but aside from the fact that an actual abuser stars as the protagonist which is why u shouldn't watch it the most bizzare part about the campaign are the fake social media accounts they have set up. like why am i learning that nyck de vries driving their car is an ACTUAL PLOTLINE.

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Thank you for answering as usual. I also enjoyed your point between Claudine and Quasimodo. Omg, Quasi is so sweet and so patient especially after everything from BGU and he keeps treating her like a poor misguided girl that she is and how they were raised similarly. Love love ❤️I can just imagine Jordan's hurt feelings that genies don't do parenting. I imagine their comfort for the wish dispenser thing was a bit outdated like "Just do it. You're a genie it's what they expect even it's unfair,"

He’sactually vastly expanded his patience and his understanding of peoplenow that he sees the people of Auradon suffering from the samesuperficial judgment problems he had. Theymay not be being shunned for being ugly, but they do feelawful and excluded because they aren’t “happy and shiny”enough, or are modeling themselves after the Royals and failingbadly.

I headcanon that after the first movie and especially after theevents of the sequel, Quasimodo went about finally being “outthere” with the people, getting to know them as they got to knowhim, and learning about how every single one of them is suffering insome way, some of them not even visible, some they haven’t toldanyone but him.

“There’s just something about me that gets people to open up,seeing this ugly face and feeling comfortable with baring the ugliestsides of them,” Quasimodo says.

“Doesn’t that bother you?” Claudine asks.

“No, not really. I’m flattered, actually--this is something that theydon’t share to anyone else, to show to the world, to even thinkabout most days, and they trust me enough to tell it to me.”

This is one of a LOT of the conversations Claudine has withQuasimodo about all the various nuances of people and thecomplications of morality, especially when it comes to learning thatmost of her “Pharisees” are also suffering from the same heavilyexternal societal pressures and maladaptive beliefs as her, i.e.“Princess Chic,” needing to find “True Love,” and being“Happy and Satisfied” with their lot in life, however shitty thatis.

They do get to talking about Frollo eventually, a topic Claudineavoids both because she has literally and figuratively left himbehind on the Isle, and because she still feels ashamed about howdeluded and ignorant she was, how there were so many times she couldhave just run away in hindsight, and how stupid she was not to takethem because of her blind faith.

“Don’t beat yourself up like that, Claudine,” Quasimodosays. “You were just like me: you didn’t know better, and youcouldn’t know better. No one knows everything there is to knowabout something, what will happen if they do something or don’t dosomething; all you really can do is choose, and pray for the best.”

“And what if it turns out all wrong...?” Claudine mutters.

Quasimodo smiles. “Then you make a new choice, to try and makeit right.”

They move ontohow Frollo raised the both of them, and start noticing all thestrange parallels their lives had taken.

One was hiddenaway and had his sense of self-worth cut down at every opportunity,and the other was paraded around and sung praises to by Frollo’scongregation, on the day of her birth and every year since,constantly told about all the great things she was meant to do in thename of God.

Frollo killed themother of one with his hatred, and married then drove away the otherwith his “love.”

One child had theface of an angel, the other was uglier than sin.

One was thoughtto be capable of nothing but evil, but never did anyone harm, theother was thought to be the purest and most innocent soul, but wasdecidedly not.

“So I guessthis means while you get to be a Good Guy and living here in brightand sunny New Jerusalem, I’ll just be going back to the bombed outremains of Neo Sodom and Gomorrah soon enough...” Claudine muses.

“It’s not toolate, Claudine,” Quasimodo says. “This is what the VK program isall about—giving you the chance to change your life for thebetter.”

Claudine sighsand gives him a withering look. “Yeah, yeah, I know, but howdo I go about doing that? Being ‘Good’…?” Flatly, shecontinues. “Seriously, how? I’ve been kinda living in aworld where giving a guy a shirt instead of stealing it from him willget you fucking crucified, at the very least.”

“Haven’t youbeen paying attention in Remedial Goodness?”

“Quasi, I’mgonna burst your bubble here: no one pays attention inRemedial Goodness when it’s you teaching. We’re eitherdistracting ourselves from how fucked up you look, or imagining whatyou might look like after we put a decently sized shovel to your faceone or a couple of times.”

Quasimodo looksannoyed, before he takes a deep breath, and relaxes. “Well, you canstart by apologizing and meaning it when you do something wrong.”

“Like what?Quasi, you gotta give me a leg up here, doing shitty things is asnatural to me as breathing.”

“Well, therewas your calling me uglier than I was on TV when you first met me,for one. I’ve come to peace with the fact that I’ll never be aBrad Pitt, and I’ve learned to lessen the blow with humour, but itstill kinda stings.”

“Oh. Okay.”Claudine takes a deep breath. “I’m...” she looks like a demontrying to step through the threshold into a church, watching andfeeling themselves catch fire from God’s radiance.“Ss-s-s-sor-ry...” she says, sounding like the last gasp of saiddemon after they finally burn up completely.

Quasimodo smiles.“Apology accepted. Now was that so hard?”

“Yes,”Claudine says flatly.

Quasimodo reachesout and pats her on the shoulder. “We can work on it.”

“So what, Ijust keep saying it over and over again like I’m training for theApology Olympics?”

“We could, oryou could apologize for all the other horrible things you’ve saidor done to me.”

“Like what?”she frowns sheepishly. “… If you have an itemized list, that’dbe really convenient, because I really did forget...”

With Jordan,she’s so bothered by it largely because it just exacerbates heralready numerous issues with being an “Other” in Auradon society.

She’s Fae,she’s smarter than everyone and inherently thinks on a differentlevel, and even the one bastion she had left for a sense ofnormal—family—turns out to be just as weird, wacky, andfrom-left-field as every other part of her.

The “WishDispenser” thing is actually a sore point for Genie and Eden, andthey don’t encourage her to just grant as soon as someone asks,knowing the dangers irresponsible wishes can do, and more to thepoint, being coerced or forced into the act reminds them too much oftheir abusive masters.

Even without theMagic Ban in place, they would have instated a sort of Rules ofMagical Consent in her that outlines responsible wish making, how notto make someone’s wishes come true, and how to communicate yourcomfort levels with certain wishes to others.

This gets REALLYcomplicated when they have to explain the nuances of certain rules,or pratfalls that aren’t set in stone but avoided anyway, likeraising the dead.

Genie and Eden DOtry, but as many parents learn, there are no do-overs with children,you just gotta roll with it and try to do better from then on out.And for Djinn, this is their philosophy with mistakes, as therealways is tomorrow.

Jordan, livingand hanging out with mortals who have limited lifespans stock, takesa while longer to do this, but she does turn around to forgiving herparents and making peace with them.

It takes DECADES, but hey, they’ve got all eternity.