now that tumblr allows nip maybe i can post this again
Some bubbline I had drawn these days!
Thank you Fiona and Cake gives me more bubbline power!🙏
breaking up with my girlfriend because she thinks the scorpion tank from halo "looks more like a frog"
I wish people had the energy they have for deconstructing and hating Harry Potter could also be directed at Five Nights at Freddy's, considering the creator of FNaF is every bit as much of a transphobic bigot as JKR. And he's even younger and can use his money for even worse shit for longer.
It's kinda past "oh, FNaF is just an Internet meme franchise, it's just a couple games that are only popular because Markeplier did a yell at one, pwease it's a wittwe multi-biwwion dowwa feanchiwe uwu." It's everywhere, it's as pervasive as HP now. There's a movie now. There's merchandise everywhere you go.
Both of them are fucking everywhere and completely inescapable this time of year, but only one has at least a little blowback.
I do wonder if some of it is that FNaF is more popular with zoomers and HP is more associated with millennials (and as tiktok won't shut up about for the past 3 years, everything millennial is cringe and everything zoomer is based).
This is why I am not seeing the Five Nights At Freddy's movie.
I agree with this, mostly, but: It's disingenuous to blame this on a generational split. I am 32 and I loved FNAF when it came out. The difference is that Scott Cawthon isn't addicted to fucking twitter. He's very, very good at Mostly staying quiet, and practicing the kind of mealy mouthed love the sinner hate the sin kind of "no I LOVE all my fans" bullshit that makes it easier to give him a pass. Before JKR went catastrophically mask off she got a lot of the same kind of pass work done for her by fans.
It's understandable that if a creator gives wiggle room, people with an emotional connection to the work try to look the other way. Don't let yourself write it off as a generational issue and let it divide us.
It lets you pass it off as "the youth are being Stupid, unlike Wise Elders". I have seen plenty of people my own mother fucking age who should know better. And I see no reason to put younger folks on the defensive when they might be learning for the first time (remember, other peoples net is DIFFERENT then yours) that a creator is a bigot.
Which he is. He uses his money, which he still gets from FNAF, to directly fund hugely harmful politicians.
And even if you don't spend money on FNAF, think of it this way. If I see someone I trust, a friend, an artist I admire, engage in a fandom, I think: "Well, if THEY like it, it might not be so bad! Maybe I'll check it out."
Someone, somewhere down the line, will spend money from seeing good press. Fandom is, regrettably, good press.
It sucks. But in the long run its good for ya to learn how to drop something when you find out its poison. It gets easier. There really is other things that you can enjoy, I promise.
I'm not on tblockers. No need. I never block. I dodge, roll, and parry. I take a sip of my estrogen flask, and attack anew
From Palestinian revolutionary Ghassan Kanafani's interview with Richard Carleton in Beirut in 1970, two years before Kanafani and his niece were assassinated by Mossad.
TRANSCRIPT
Carleton: Why won't your organization [the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine] engage in peace talks with the Israelis?
Kanafani: You don't mean exactly peace talks. You mean capitulation. Surrendering.
Carleton: Why not just talk?
Kanafani: Talk to whom?
Carleton: Talk to the Israeli leaders.
Kanafani: That's a kind of conversation between the sword and the neck, you mean?
Carleton: Well, if there are no swords and no guns in the room, you could still talk.
Kanafani: No, I have never seen any talk between a colonialist case and a national liberation movement.
Carleton: But despite this, why not talk?
Kanafani: Talk about what?
Carleton: Talk about the possibility of not fighting?
Kanafani: Not fighting for what?
Carleton: Not fighting at all, no matter what for.
Kanafani: People usually fight for something, and they stop fighting for something. So you can't tell me even why should we speak, about what? … Talk about stop fighting—why?
Carleton: Talk to stop fighting, to stop the death and the misery, the destruction and the pain.
Kanafani: The misery and the destruction and the pain and the death, of whom?
Carleton: Of Palestinians. Of Israelis. Of Arabs.
Kanafani: Of the Palestinian people, who are uprooted, thrown in the camps, living in starvation, killed for 20 years, and forbidden to use even the name Palestinians?
Carleton: They're better that way than dead, though.
Kanafani: Maybe to you. But to us, it's not. To us, to liberate our country, to have dignity, to have respect, to have our mere human rights, is something as essential as life itself.
The day I returned home from the championships, the blood report was leaked to the press, alongside the results of a second test conducted while I was in Berlin. There it was. The things I did not know about my body. I found out, along with the rest of the world, that I did not have a uterus or fallopian tubes. The newspapers reported I had undescended testicles that were the source of my higher than normal levels of testosterone. They went on to call me a hermaphrodite. In my culture, this term does not apply to people like me, but the world media forced that label on me and that is what I am called to this day.
It was as if some kind of bomb had exploded … and the fallout just kept getting bigger and bigger. I couldn’t escape it. My face and story was plastered across television screens and newspapers all over the world. It was as if the entirety of humanity had discovered some kind of alien that had been living amongst them. I remember thinking: “Now what? Am I going to run again? OK, so this explains why I haven’t gotten a period. All right. If these people are saying I don’t have a womb, then this means I will never be able to carry a child. I want a family.”
[…]
I kept thinking: “This thing can never be undone.” The girl I had been before I got on that plane to Berlin – happy, joking, innocent, eager, hopeful – she’d been disappeared on the way back. And in these early days of my exile, there was nothing to put in that empty space. Imagine you are told one day that because of some medical this or that, you are actually not a woman. Think about it. In the eyes of the entire world, you are now something other than what you know yourself to be. And the entire world will not stop talking about you. Ever. Until the day you die, you will be the punchline of a joke about genitals or gender or sex or whatever.
Caster Semenya found out she was being gender tested when she showed up for the test, she thought it was a doping test. She found out the results - that she’s intersex - on the news with everyone else. She was 18 years old.
What they did to this woman is evil. She’s handled it with so much grace but she shouldn’t have to. It’s so awful. I’m never going to stop being mad about this.