Sometimes fanfiction is a love letter to the original canon, sometimes it’s just that one telegram that says “Fuck you. Strongly worded letter to follow”.
Your church-going, God-worshipping sister adopted a small child and you’re excited to see them. But when you do, the child is a menace. They’re throwing things everywhere, setting furniture on fire with seemingly nothing, chanting in Latin to summon demons, but the weirdest thing is that your sister doesn’t seem to mind.
“You literally adopted the antichrist, Anne. What the fuck.”
“Yeah, I knew when I saw him at the orphanage. I figured if the kid had some decent fucking parenting that we could avoid the whole ‘Revelations’ shite. Nasty business, that.”
George, who’s name has been kindly changed from Damien, approaches his new mother with a huge spider in his hands. It promptly bursts into flames.
“Good job, love. Now go find the rest.” George’s face makes no expression, but his eyes shine when he recieves a pat on the head for his efforts.
As the months go by, George seems to settle down. He adjusts to school, friends, and the positive reinforcement Anne gives him. She encourages the good he does, even though the powers he uses aren’t “good”. When she gets calls from the school, it’s about a rambunctious boy that won’t sit still. Not a destroyer of the world and innocence.
It’s at Christmas dinner, that you let slip your amazement to your mother. How good Anne is for him and how he’s improved a lot. Still summoning hellhounds for games of fetch, though.
“Oh, he’ll forget how to do that when he falls in love the first time,” Your mother laughs, smiling wide.
“How do you know that,” you ask bewildered.
“Because, you did.”
okay so someone please write the story of the family of super-low-key holy warriors who have made it their mission to locate the antichrist in every generation (because when one gets spoiled they try AGAIN) and adopt them and love them into not being the antichrist anymore, thus perpetually delaying the apocalypse
delaying the apocalypse via good parenting I love this
How is this kindness. Kindness would be the damned company paying the workers a wage that allowed them to purchase clothes for their kids. This is just some faux compassionate demonstration to hide the crimes of capitalism.
You are aware that this isn’t about capitalism or the evils of corporations or whatever. First of all, not just the families of the workers of Kansas Wheat where using these flour bags, it was people all over the nation, because, secondly, it was the Great Depression. Most people in the US, and the entire world could barely afford to feed their families or too find work, and buying new clothes wasn’t a huge priority, or even a possibility for a lot of families. And after 1939, World War Two broke out, imposing more rations and encouraging more parents to makes dresses and shirts for their children out of any spare fabric.
This is a story of a company getting by just like everyone else, (remember, dust bowl,) and the people who run it doing a simple act of kindness simply because they could. It’s people being kind. Stop trying to make it evil.
ugh 