#oh and JK Rowling is a monster

[cedarnommer]

I've been committing self harm by reading news about trans people and our care and riding a wave of dread and anxiety. I seriously just need to vent out.

I'm so tired of the impossible circle of negativity. If I'm non-conforming, that means I'm a man in a dress. If I'm conforming, that means I'm being misogynistic and replicating the patriarchy. If I speak up I'm silencing women. If I stay quiet I'm a groomer and a predator. I'm both stronger than any cis woman while also somehow being a failed weak male. I'm apparently spreading a social contagion while spending most days at home and having no real life friends. I apparently am mentally ill and need help but I'm also dangerous and should be killed off.

This summarizes the soup of negativity I keep seeing. I wish I could control myself from reading this, yet when you see a large crowd of people saying these things, don't you feel terrified? Any action I do is bad. Any action I do is dangerous. Even if I stood still and said nothing, I'd be a threat.

Do you know why I work carefully on my makeup, what I wear, what my figure looks like? Part of it is that I enjoy being feminine and pretty. Part of it is a fear that I'll be beaten up or killed when outside. I've been ganged up on outside before. I'm afraid for my own life. The bathroom thing is insane. I was so afraid of going to the restroom at some point that I held my pee in for 4 to 5 hours until I got home. I tried using a men's restroom and some men started being hostile towards me.

I'm afraid.

I'm scared.

I don't feel safe.

And all I get is conflicting messages of bigotry. Awful laws being passed. Literal Nazi organizations funding anti-trans research and sentiment just so I could stop existing. This is beyond evil. Beyond painful. It's scary! It's wrong!

I'm someone that can't talk to most people! I don't even register that people are around me. The world is less overloading when you have your earphones on and listen to music.

I'm physically weak. I'm an emotional wreck. I deal with anxiety. And I just want to be left alone. I want to spend my money on my pills, wear cute outfits, take nice selfies and share them with my friends. Maybe one day being with my friends and partner. That's my dream life. The life I'm striving towards.

What?

You expected more?

Some grand plan to enslave women?

To tell others how to live their life?

I haven't had much for most of my life. My transition is the first time I've felt accomplished. Felt like I fulfilled my only dream. I don't want money, a house or anything else. I don't even care about the stupid sex that these bigots are so obsessed about! I never asked to have these genitals!! My whole life has been suffering and mental problems, family problems, school problems and abusive employers. I.. I just want my quiet happy life where I get to be a beautiful woman. So.. why do so many people want to have me suffer more?

What did I ever do to these people that they relentlessly bully and harass me and others?

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Oxfam fam

JK Rowling: hello children Rowling: i'm happy to report a terrible injussstice has been rectified Rowling: oxfam made a video in sssupport of pride month Rowling: but we sssoon put a ssstop to that! Poe: King: Koontz: Barker: Barker: oh man i bet this story is a real fuckin doozy

Rowling: sssseee this video included a caricature of me Rowling: and that is illegal Poe: caricatures are illegal? Rowling: in england, yesss Rowling: but only in regardsss  to me Rowling: we've written sssome new lawsss recently you ssee

Barker: so they had a caricature of you Rowling: yesss Barker: you mean the demon terf with the glowing red monster eyes? Rowling: yesss Barker: and you were all oh that's obviously me Poe: clive Barker: bah bah bah i'm not done edgar

Barker: so you see those glowing red monster eyes and you're all like that's me, that's totally me Barker: no doubt in your mind Barker: when you see a cartoon demon with glowing red monster eyes Barker: that that is you Rowling:

Rowling: the point wasssn't jussst the monssster eyesss! Rowling: you know who else draws caricaturesss? Rowling: the nazisss Rowling: who are bad! Rowling: except when they show up to our terf deatheater ralliesss Rowling: then they are very very good!

Barker: so wait Barker: are nazis good or bad Rowling: oh don't be ridiculousss of coursse i'm not sssaying naziss are good Barker: Barker: Poe: clive Barker: wait for it Rowling: i'm jusst ssaying they have ssome good ideass Barker: there it is

Rowling: anyway we yelled online at oxfam til they took it down Barker: huh thats weird, you seem to get real big mad when trans people yell online Rowling: no no it'sss different when we do it Barker: how so Rowling: we also do bomb threatsss

[lontarkata]

Crimson Moon

Based on JK Rowling Archives of Remus Lupin at Pottermore, merely fiction, Written by Tiri Tirtha.

December, 1970.

In a Little town, Scotland.

The Lupin’s House

Remus sat across the fire grate; the weather was all snowy white. The cold started to feel like tiny needles leading to his back. He stared at the gleaming red embers, focusing on how it sounds when the lumber gets burned and crackled.

The crackling sound was a very unpleasant sound to hear. It reminds him of his cracking bones, and he recalls the pain he must endure during the event. He finally decides to sit near the window, watching the snowflakes falling and touching the glass. His favorite brown blanket wrapped around his body, embracing him in a warmth he never truly had.

“I’ve tried my best, darling!” it was Lyall’s voice. Upstairs, his voice sounds crack in between frustration and anger. “I’ve tried everything I could! I sent letters to all my fellows who were best in alchemy, potion, and anything. I beg them in any possible way to find the cure!”

“Maybe you haven’t done enough!” Hope was nearly shouting; her voice sounded muffled. “Remus is getting bigger, Lyall. He’s becoming more dangerous than we could ever handle!”

“I know. I understand your point, Honey. “ Lyall sighed, the sound of sliding chair upstairs was audible.

The house is relatively tiny yet cozy for the three of them to live. The walls and floors are made of good quality wood. Bedrooms are all upstairs, left only the kitchen, dining room, and the fire grate where Remus was.

“Now, listen to me, Lyall..” she said firmly. “I love him. I love my son like every mother does, but Remus is magical. I don’t know whether I should blame myself for feeling afraid of him for the last five years, or I should be grateful for having him alive and suffering every month.” Hope breaks into tears.

“Oh, darling. My beautiful lady, I’m grateful to have you as my wife. I promise you, I promise we’ll get through this together, okay? I’ll give whatever it costs to find the cure.”

“Promises don’t keep us safe, Lyall. It’s just a matter of time before we die in our son’s hands! He lost his mind every time he turned into that monster!”

“He never was a monster, Hope! Bold of you assume him as a Monster!” Lyall hissed.

“That is a monster possessing my son’s body! That is a monster in the corner of that room, curled up in the darkness every full moon! It was Evil! Soulless!”

Lyall was stunned; it’s all called his memory back to when he said the exact words to Fenrir Greyback about their pack, as werewolves, ‘soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death.’ A deafening silence filled the air, but Hope's sobbing remained.

“It’s all my fault.. My Son is suffering every month for the rest of his life because of me. I’m a terrible father, Hope! I would rather give my life for my son if I could!” Lyall wept and tried his best to make it less audible.

Tears escaped from Remus’s eyes, he heard everything from the couch. His hearing ability is such a curse for him. Sometimes, he listened to her mother crying all night or his father begging on the phone to someone.

He watched the snowflake rain down on a cabin across the house, a small, dim cabin. Remus bit his lower lip and rubbed his eyes. He felt like a burden to this family, knowing and doing nothing for his household except being a disgrace. He wiped the tears from his freckles cheeks when he heard someone coming downstairs.

It was his father, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said with a slightly forced smile. Remus didn’t answer; he just turned around, stared at him, and frowned. “Winter?” Lyall once more asked.

The Sun no longer bathes their house with warm light; it’s all cloudy grey, “No. I don’t really like winter. It’s cold, bleak and lonely. “

Silence: It’s all silence after the word ‘Lonely.’ Lyall knew how desperate his son faced loneliness for a half-decade, so he had no words to say.

“Aight, boys! Ready to camp?” Hope came with a basket of food and three bottles of milk. “Remus, put your sweater on, or you’ll get cold.”

“Okay, we gotta get going now, boys!”

Remus can see his mother’s red and puffy eyes; he gives her a smile and walks towards her. “Let me help you, Mom. A Lady should never carry something too heavy.”

“Oh, that’s my boy!” exclaimed Lyall. “I taught him that, so that you know.” he whispered to Hope,

The woman can only give his husband a single glare and giggles. Tonight is a full moon; Hope and Lyall always make scenarios to make it seem alright. For the last two months, they pretended to be camping together.

Three of them will go to the cabin; Lyall used to tell some wizarding world and his wonderful times at Hogwarts. Hope will only listen and give him some interested reactions. Remus had already heard the story repeatedly and never complained when his father told the same story.

They walked into the small cabin across the house; it looked dim and nearly empty. Only a floor mattress and some blankets are left in the corner of the room. Scratches were almost in every wall, covered by rough paint polish, which Lyall always did after the full moon.

The walls were earthy brown, so if there were any blood splatter, it wouldn’t be visible enough. The cabin has a window next to the door where they came in. It was covered by iron bars. Remus hates this room; he hates the smell of paint, the wet wooden floor, and his blood, which failed to be thoroughly cleaned on the floor. He swallowed hard, trying to be grateful to survive death and have loving parents.

Hope rolled out a carpet and sat on it. She tapped his side, “Come here, boy. Let’s eat some snacks.”

Lyall followed her lead; he sat on the other side and started grabbing an apple. “So, what are we going to talk about tonight, Remus? Have you ever heard about the poltergeist?”

They both made so much effort to make it like regular camping when it was only two hours before he transformed. Remus held his bitter, clenched his hands, and sat in the middle of his parents. He looks pale under the moonlight.

“I wanna know about the banshee, Dad. Or your other Hogwarts life as a student.“ Remus always wants to go, to Hogwarts. He always craved friendship. At least, a friend. But he knew his condition was extraordinary, which is not possible for him to go to any school in the world.

Remus laid on, along with his parents, and Lyall began the story. Instead of listening, Remus’s mind was somewhere else. He can hear his mother's heartbeat getting faster, anxious, worried, and terrified. Meanwhile, his father sounded slower but still faster than usual.

Remus wondered, is there any universe where he is an ordinary boy? Can he have an incredible journey without feeling like a monster for everyone he loves? Is there anyone in the world who will love him more unconditionally and with no fear?

The guilt he felt every month was enough to tear him into pieces, and the pains he endured every time he transformed were never a good friend of his. No one on earth would be glad and grateful to have such a person like him; the thoughts kept hunting him in every sleep he could get.

Time passed; it was only five minutes before the full moon. Hope and Lyall rosed up to get ready. Hope gave Remus a long and deep look; she caressed his hair and kissed him on the forehead.

“Remus, no matter what happens, Mommy always love you. Okay? I love you, son.”

Remus heard her heartbeat getting faster and faster; he thought she was afraid of him.

Liar. Liar. Mom is a LIAR.

“Mhm,” he just nodded.

Lyall hugged him for a very long time; his eyes were always teary every time he did this. He caresses Remus’ cheeks, “You are the strongest little soldier, Remus. I’m so proud of you. We will be out here, waiting for you until everything is done.”

No. I never want to be a soldier.

I don’t want to be left alone. Dad, I’m afraid. Mom.

He saw his parents walk towards the door; he felt the room getting smaller and smaller. It made it hard to breathe. The air was freezing, the sky was dark blue, and the silver moon began to show itself. Arrogantly shimmering alone, letting the dark sky dazzle with the light.

The silver light slipped through the window and door when it still opened, reaching every corner of the room and showering Remus with fear. He shivered, frightened of the moon, scared of the living monstrous evil inside him.

“NO…MOMM… DADD. “ Remus screams, staring at his parents standing in the middle of the door, cautious and petrified.

He knees on the floor, feeling unbearable pain all over his body. Lyall swung his wand, casting a silencing spell with tears dripping down his cheeks. Hope behind him closed her mouth shut to hold her sadness's bitter sound.

“Dad… I’m afraid..”

“Mom.. I’m sorry..”

Nobody will hear him, not even a little bug in the corner of the room. He saw his parents close the door tightly; a magical spell locked it so no one could open it. Remus started losing his mind.

There was a terrible snarling noise. Remus’ head was lengthening, and so was his body. His shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, curling into clawed paws. Blood dripped to the floor, cutting his human muscles into wolfish body form. He turned into a soulless, and wild creature. A painful howling was deafened, the world would never understand his language of agony, not even his parents, not even the mist that slipped into the room.

Remus has died a dozen times; he healed hundreds. But his soul left nothing but emptiness. Maybe his mother was right: he is soulless, he is evil, and he deserves nothing but death. The idea of life becoming such a lavish that he never should touched.

He banged himself to the wall, scratching it rough, getting frustrated because he was separated from humans to bite. So he bit and scratched himself instead. It left a long and deep wound on his body; the silver moon was illuminating the warm crimson liquid running down to the floor. He was bleeding to death, but the full moon was still there.

Howling, banging himself to the wall, scratching, it’s all on loop all night. His parents are waiting out of the cabin, full of anxiety and worry. They hugged each other in front of a little campfire to warm their bodies. Lyall was always on standby with his wand in hand, Hope with a bat and silver net. Just in case the cabin wasn’t strong enough to hold Remus’ in there.

The night goes by; the moon no longer emits its light. The sun begins to rise and paints the dark blue sky with its warm orange. Lyall rosed up abruptly after he awoke from his accidental sleep, followed by Hope, who startled and grabbed the bat beside her.

“Is it done? It’s done, isn’t it, Lyall?” Hope’s eyes were red; her face was tired.

“We slept, Hope! We shouldn’t left him too long in there! It’s dawn!” Lyall walked towards the door and swung his wand.

He opened the door, the darkness covered the room. A point of light was gleaming from his wand, his nostrils full of the smell of blood, it was pretty intense.

“Remus?” Lyall’s voice was gentle and a bit tremble.

Once again, he swung his wand, and this time, every cracked wall and broken lamp went back to their first place, repaired. The single light bulb was burning quite brightly. Letting a hideous scene of a thin boy covered in blood curled up and naked in the corner.

“Oh, Remus! My Boy!” Lyall rushed towards the boy, kneeling to grab his tiny body. “It’s over, Remus. That’s alright, Dad’s here.”

Hope followed with a shuddering look on her face; she looked around the room; it was all crimson red, the blood splattered everywhere. It’s been five years since the first time Remus transformed, but not even once she got used to the scene.

“Hope! Give me the potion! Quick!” the wand floating above Remus’ wound, Lyall worked on a spell that tried to cure the deep cut on Remus’ limb. But it doesn’t work, Remus’ wound keeps bleeding.

Hope was panicking. She was trembling when she handed the potion to Lyall. Remus grimaced in pain; his eyes closed, and he couldn’t even move his body. But he murmured something in a low voice.

Lyall furrowed his eyebrows and tried to catch any word Remus spit from his mouth. He leaned closer to Remus and heard,

“Die… “ Remus’ heavy breathing sliced through Lyall’s soul, “Let me die instead, father.”

Lyall bit his lower lip, holding the tears from escaping. “Stop saying nonsense, Remus!” he stroked his son’s hair, allowing Remus' small face to be seen clearly.

He dripped the potion essence onto Remus’ wound, making him grimace even louder. Remus’ wounds gradually recovered, stopped the bleeding, and left a long diagonal scar on his chest.

“You should let me die, Father. You shouldn’t save my life!” Remus cried, while clutching Lyall's bloodstained blue shirt. “The pain is enough to kill me inside! I hate the Full moon! I hate every inch of my body! I could’ve hurt you; I could’ve hurt anyone who loves me!”

Lyall couldn’t hold the tears any longer; he wrapped his arms around Remus and hugged him deeply. “I’m sorry, Remus. I’m so sorry, son. I’m sorry..” he repeatedly said the same word to Remus in his arms.

Remus whimpered, cried out loud, the silencing charm no longer muted him. Hope joined them, wrapping her hands on her husband and son. The little boy sobbed and let the world hear his anguish. The unbearable distress and soreness. The affection and love he got from his parents never was the purest fondness experience. Yet, it’s powerful. Enough to be a reason he could breathe a life.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Some quiz responses <33

AHH Huge compliment- still riding this high~

Why thank you <33

They did not, in fact, drink 7 monsters and go into the group chat

:DD

Oh- oh yes <33

Okay???? You do realize my main blog is literally Marauders/HP- like yeah fuck JK rowling but im not giving up on the fandom regardless

Never be sorry for existing, but I do find this funny

Ah yes, Philosphy

My personal favorite <33

(There were so many more but after the quiz hit like 3k takers, I couldnt go back and re read)

[novacainedaydreams]

An Introduction

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁*ੈ𑁍༘⋆. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Name: Nova <3

Age: 21

Gender: Demigirl Genderfluid. (She/they/he.)

Sexuality: Demiromantic + Sapphic. (I love my gf!)

DNI: Terfs, homophobes, racists, sexists, ableists, pedophiles/MAPS, zoophiles, people who shit on cluster b disorders. (Those are the only ones I can think of on the top of my head. Do DNIs even work? I feel like people are just gonna do whatever they want....)

Other things:

~ I am a college student.

~ If it was a diagnosable thing, I would have Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder.

~ I think I may have ADHD and OCD too, and I'm looking at a diagnosis appointment in a few months. I'll update this if it turns out I do indeed have it.

~ I love cats <3

~ I like witchcraft!

Interests:

~ Harry Potter (unfortunately. Fuck JK Rowling. I love Ron Weasley.)

~ Supernatural. (I can't believe Destiel is technically canon!!)

~ Reading. (Ask me what I'm reading. I tend to be really eclectic.)

~ Golden Girls. (Amazing.)

~ Adventure Time. (Marceline is my favorite character of all time.)

~ Hunger Games. (Katniss Everdeen! Holy shit I love her!)

~ The Lord of the Rings. (Samwise is great!)

~ Hello Kitty, Dark academia, grunge, punk, riot grrrl, landscapes aesthetically. (Though I imagine I'll go everywhere when I reblog those types of posts.)

~ I still think about the Dreamsmp and that annoys the fuck out of me. (I want to get "Getting there" tattooed on me. Holy shit.)

~ Monster High and Ever After High. (Oh I miss you my darlings.)

~ Unus Annus (I still fucking miss it blegh-)

~ My Hero Academia. (I have a lot of fucking things I'd change though to be completely honest.)

~ Mouthwashing. (Jimmy is such a piece of shit. Also I love Anya.)

~ I don't know man. I'm kinda everywhere.

Why I made this blog?:

~ I hate my main, but I don't wanna delete it. So I guess I made a sideblog to overcompensate! (That is the wrong words....)

~ I want to have mutuals. (Can I have mutuals on a side blog? I don't know maybe!)

~ I need somewhere to vent. Writing is hurting my hands. Maybe typing will help?

~ I can talk about my daydreams! ......maybe.

~ I really want someone to send me asks ngl.

......how the fuck do you end a introduction post?

I can't just say nothing. That'd be hella cringe.

Ummm

Goodbye bitches? no that sounds sinister.

Hmmmmmmmmm

Oh!

Nice to meet you!

(haha nailed it)

[papirouge]

2022(?): radfem defend Kiwifarm, a Website known to be a nest of racists, islamophobe and antisemitic a#sholes (respectively calling them nigger, sand niggers and "glowies") closing down after a TRA activists campaigned for its closure, in the name of "freedom of speech".

2023: radfem stand with Israel, shill for the #metoounlessyourajew campaign while both dismissing the rape victims on the Palestinians side and acting like the reasons (the left) "doesn't care" about Israel women is because they're antisemitic and misogynist (and probably not because Israel was already granted a MASSIVE support from the "international community" that Palestinians struggle to get and that only people of the world thrived to provide. "not caring for the already catered victim" was translated as "not caring " & "antisemitism ". I wonder why radfem weren't shouting #alllivesmatters in 2017 at that point.... (Maybe one day I'll make an essay about how whitefem are terrified of Black women turning on them bc they know we are the only leverage saving them from being labeled as a "white woman's right movement" they know we have the power to "culturally" destroy this movement)

2024 : Kiwifarm (who's back from the dead) moids shit on radfem they accuse of ruining the website (after allegedly after they flocked over as to support them against that TRA censorship) and blame on them the transsexualist movement (LMAO)

2024 : radfem, who for years swore up and down they were NOT white supremacist, aligned with the left and divested from male attention, start to make statements about how White men are actually the "more humane" type of men

2024: radfem defend JK Rowling terminally online ass getting shit (again) on xitter for saying shit about transpeople. Oh and also Taylor Swift - for whatever reason. We never see them show such much zeal to defend Palestinians women who've already been carpet bombed for months at that time.

2024: radfem dunk down on Imane Khelif, an Algerian GNC athlete literally rehashing crooked far right news outlets fake news talking point. Act like higher levels of testosterone make someone a man after swearing up and up down for YEARS what made up female were our sexual organs (hopefully they accept men with lower testosterone levels are women then ☺️). Rehash the "Imane is a man/has WXY chromosome" which only source is a butthurt Russia boxing federation top exec that pulled it out of his ass bc imane beat their champion + grasping at straw posting screenshot of "twitter expert" - that don't have access to Imane genetic record, because this document doesn't exist - as evidence..

Keep in mind those feminists literally took the words of a MAN to dogpile & call "man" what could possibly be a woman victim a genetic disorder (some argue it's Swyer syndrome) presenting female genetic organs while having Y chromosome.

Radfem were the one pretending to approach with respect the discourse or intersexuality and being oh so much more educated than everyone else about it, but look at them going full on Alzheimer about it and dedicated to prove Imane is a MAN and not a complex configuration of genetics making her GNC.

Radfem were also those bragging about acknowledging woman for having feminine organ regardless of her behavior or looks - and there they are, screaming with the conservatives gender enforcing wolves saying Imane couldn't be a woman BECAUSE she didn't look like one

The way radfem constantly proved throughout the last few years they became the monster they swore up and down they'll never become ("we'll never ally with conservatives" "we'll never support white supremacists" "we'll always support GNC women" "we'll never consider news from right/conservatives aligning outlets) needs to be clinically studied.

Such irony has to be kept on the record.

RIP to all the non white/radfem who stood against that fringe of the moment, but unfortunately that's what you've become to the eyes of people foreign to your movement. Especially people of color. I'll personally never take radfemistan seriously ever again. Most likely when they weaponize the fate of Middle East women abused by Islamic culture when you've proven again and again actually had no issue letting them be brutalized and killed by White supremacist culture and Zionism. No words about the men signing up bombs that will shred their flesh apart, or making merch bragging about killed pregnant Palestinian women, calling them mothers of "the next terrorist generation. We all know you hate children. Especially when they're brown & poor. Elon Musk would be proud of you. Useful idiots. All of you.

Go back reading Dworking and delude yourself thinking you're gonna save women. In the real world you've exposed yourself to be nothing more than the armed hand of White supremacy. Shame on all of you.

[theangiediary]

Happy WW Angie!! If you had to put Sam & Dean in a crossover AU (i.e. put the brothers in a different canon’s universe), what would it be and how do you see them acting in that situation?

Oh man, I haven't thought about crossovers in a hot minute. To still get that brother flavor and keep them.. Them, you'd still need some Mystical Big Bad that killed Mary, or I've seen people lean into cookie cutter white fence Mary.

So cop out answer is something like Grimm, Lost Girl, or Haven which are supernatural shows except the monsters are a little less "all distorted humans, and Evil" and more idk naturalist? Lore based? They actually have unique identities and can be good as well. So that might be cool, it's kinda the idea of later seasons where the boys get friendly with demons and witches, except better. Haven would be especially good (there's no monsters but people have special (dark destructive) powers, and the protag has to find and help them.)

So acting more or less the same, but without the angels/demons plot, which as a motw girlie I'd appreciate.

uuh I haven't consumed HP content in years, and obv don't support JK Rowling anymore, but it is a fun universe and Slytherin!Sam and Gryffindor!Dean would be nice.

Idk, I'm trying to think of a totally different universe, but a lot of my AUing is for deanjohn (or rpf), not Sam/Dean. Maybe something medieval? Like Vikings.

[lady-wildflower]

Adding on, this was gonna be in the tags but I had thoughts. Of course I had thoughts, I wrote two million words of spite fic to pointedly throw shit at Potter by turning her playground inside out and shaking it

JK Rowling frequently tries to both have her cake and eat it in ways that display just how little she understands the issues she wants to claim to support, how much she is a privileged cishet white woman speaking over others with her cocksure and WRONG assertions on others' issues.

I'll use the example of Lupin from above, and werewolves generally. Jowling, as my writing server likes to call her, insists upon the narrative of werewolves as an oppressed minority; Lupin is a victim of an assault and by no fault of his own (for the purpose of this point, we'll get to why that's textually wrong later) is persecuted by the entire wizarding world for the illness he contracted because of that assault. He suffers debilitating symptoms, and then he is outed by an asshole schoolmate over a grudge as soon as that asshole gets a golden opportunity. He subsequently can't seem to hold down a job and is struggling financially, all sorts. He fears that his oppression will be passed on to his child.

AND THEN

JOWLING ALSO WANTS HER MONSTER

BECAUSE GODS FORBID THE MAIN ACTION OF PRISONER OF AZKABAN BE THEMATICALLY CONSISTENT WITH HER OTHER INTENT

So instead of proving people wrong, proving the prejudice wrong, Jowling doubles down. No actually, Lupin is oppressed justifiably. It's the same problem privileged people always have writing oppression - they seem to think there has to be a reason. So Lupin is oppressed for the idea he transforms into a vicious monster at least once a month, one that hunts humans and is a danger to all, especially children. And sure he has a potion that makes him safe, but oh! Whoops! He forgot to take it! And the single argument in favour of werewolves not being dangerous monsters goes out the window because he forgot once and now we get our main plot monster, the werewolf we're supposed to sympathise with hunting down multiple children in the woods. The idea that he is inherently dangerous is not disproven. It's fact. The oppression is based on fact. Instead of addressing the prejudices and oppression in her world and showing them to be flawed, as they always are in reality, Jowling proves them to be accurate. They're true. Like, literally textually speaking, they're true. No matter how much she wants to have her cake and eat it, she's written justified oppression, the reasons to want werewolves out of society are literally true in every respect. Lupin's treatment is quite literally justified and deserved. Werewolves are dangerous. Even the most well-intentioned one can just forget and become a deadly threat to children. They hunt down humans as their priority prey.

And not to mention the way she - I'm quite sure she even said this explicitly once - uses werewolves as a fucking AIDS metaphor. The most horrible one possible. That a disease turns you into a monster, that the only good you as a gay man can aspire to is abstinence, because otherwise you're a danger to children.

In this, Jowling wants to eat her cake and have it, and in doing so proves she has no idea of the issues she is trying to engage with. She does not understand or care that the issues she is metaphorically exploring don't work like that, that bigotry is not justifiable and that her writing, by use of those metaphors, tacitly endorses the worst of homophobia. But of course, she's also completely incapable of realising when she fucked up, so she'll never admit to that. In her writing and in life as we have seen in the entire masking-off of her identity as a transphobe, she continuously doubles down. Accidentally write chattel slavery into your universe but want to also keep the magic whimsy? No no no! The slaves want it! And now, congrats Jowling, you're using literal IRL slavery-apologia arguments.

JK Rowling wants to look progressive by dealing with issues like these, but then she stumbles upon her own ego. She refuses to actually understand them, she takes her first impression and blunders forward with it, to hell with everyone and everything she tramples. Because the way she 'deals' with issues like these show she doesn't understand them. And because of her insistence on always being right, she doesn't want to understand them. It shows that she isn't actually a progressive. She just wants to look like one.

She wants all the rewards of being seen to be progressive without having to put in the work to understand progressive causes. And that attitude is threaded all throughout Harry Potter, you cannot extricate the fact that JK Rowling is actually really quite a conservative from her work - because her work is conservative. It pretends to be anti-establishment, but turns around and insists upon playing by the establishment's rules and everyone becoming coppers as the height of valour. It pretends to see issue in the world she writes, but then absolutely none of those issues are ever addressed or cared about. It cannot conceive of any problem that is not caused by The One Evil Guy - she, and by extension her work, will NEVER recognise systematic problems, because her entire political ideology is that they don't exist. As long as you put a nice slave owner in charge, slavery isn't wrong, as Harry Potter sees it. You don't have to change a single jot of the system, just change who's in charge of it.

These are all things I address in my own spite-fuelled writing set in that universe.

Just because, in my Birds of a Feather, Hermione has just been elected Minister for Magic and has been in government for longer than her children have been alive doesn't mean that things are fixed. That doesn't mean she even can fix everything. I have multiple characters, Tegyd, Vanya, all sorts, whose purpose in the story is to demonstrate that working within the system can never fix the system. That you can't just change who's in charge and expect everything to be good now. You have to change the system. A lot is better, but the system isn't fixed.

And speaking of Hermione - the chattel slavery? Yeah I fucking dealt with that. Instead of being mocked for it, KG!Hermione is joined by her peers in championing nonhuman rights. And I didn't make the acronym of her movement explicit joke fodder. SPEER, and then THORN (standing for Society for the Promotion of Elven Employment Rights and The Hogwarts Organisation for the Rights of Nonhumans respectively), are successful in their aims and form the basis of KG!Hermione's political career and are why she is invited to become part of the government by Kingsley, her job is that as Minister for Nonhuman Relations (and yes that joke gets old quick especially since her husband is a werewolf as explained below), and she enacts the change necessary there. It's not tidy, and there are more issues down the line like housing for this newly freed population of elves, but she isn't a joke for it.

Werewolves I change extensively. A wolf is a wolf - you don't get bitten unless you're being an idiot or that wolf is desperate or abused. I explicitly make clear multiple times that Greyback was a monster long before he was a werewolf and he abuses his lycanthropy as a weapon, he had to because when he attacked Lupin he didn't have Wolfsbane and he had to starve and abuse his wolf into attacking against its nature. And the multitude of other werewolves I show exemplify truer werewolf nature, what Greyback is a perversion of; strong family bonds, protectiveness. And when I, on an impulse egged on by a friend on a bus, made KG!Ron a werewolf, getting it from Lupin, I made sure to do my best to damage control the thematic consequences of my own impulse - one, you can interpret it as more of a COVID metaphor than AIDS since I wrote it in 2020, and two, KG!Ron over and over tells Lupin that it wasn't his fault, because it explicitly wasn't! KG!Ron is the one who made the mistake of not informing Lupin of a small cut he had on his hand and then playing fetch with his bare hands, not washing them. And KG!Ron? I wrote him to be a rebuttal of Jowling's werewolves. He leans into being a werewolf, after the initial shock and fear of it he embodies everything of my werewolves; he's a protector, and god help you if you hurt his family. The only time he's even close to being a monster is when Greyback attacks Bill and KG!Ron nearly kills him for it with his bare hands. At his worst, KG!Ron's seeming monstrous anger is born of love for his family. I even ensure that it's made clear that without Wolfsbane Potion he is still that - when they find a way to communicate with Blue, his wolf, Blue's greatest priority is getting to Hermione (at this point KG!Ron's girlfriend) not to bite her but to make sure she's okay because enough of Ron's instinctive memory carries through that Blue recognises her as his mate, for lack of a better term, and recognises both her and Ariadne as pack to be protected. When they explain to Blue, in simple terms, that he has a disease that could hurt them, Blue recoils and stops trying to get to them. Even without that potion, he is never a monster, and he certainly doesn't hunt humans to bite them. KG!Ron is even the impetus for Lupin changing, him learning not to hate himself and that what he is isn't wrong, that he can be that same kind of protector.

And all that's part of what's so galling to me about Potter. She could have done so much better. She could have done that, all with the building blocks she already had. But she didn't, because she's a small-minded conservative who wants to have her cake and eat it and never grow her understanding.

hey do you think you could expand a bit on separating the art from the artist? clearly you’ve done it with jk rowling but what are your thoughts on it as a general idea?

okay, but you’re not going to like the answer.

here’s the truth: you can’t separate the art from the artist. not entirely. HP Lovecraft was an incredibly talented, but much more incredibly racist man. It would nice to say you don’t agree with his views but you can enjoy his works without that leaking in but…. well, I’m afraid that would be misunderstanding his books entirely.

Consider, for a second, that Lovecraft’s works were horror stories about extradimensional alien monsters having mutant children with humans, they were about invasions from distant monsters, they were about the purity of quaint European towns being tainted. Consider how this may have all been inflicted by the fact that he just simply despised anybody who wasn’t white. Consider how is opinions on “mixing the races” might fight into this; consider why being unable to maintain the “purity” of white Europe was the scariest thing of all to him.

This extends to Rowling too.

I would love to say we can just acknowledge that she is an awful, racist, antisemitic, transphobic person and then say “but at least her books are good,” because, well, they are, aren’t they? I would say so, for sure. But to suggest that one can separate her from them is…. ridiculous.

Consider why an antisemitic woman wrote about a species of goblins who live among us, but who for the most part keep to themselvesand are maybe a little bit oppressed by the institution, but also hold all the cards, all the money, run the banks.

Consider why a racist woman would write about a species of slaves who loved being enslaved, who enjoyed working for no pay, and cleaning up after humans, with the only small caveat of that they didn’t want to be beaten. Imagine that only the most radical of their species wanted to be free, and he still spent the rest of his life working for no pay and helping out a little white boy and his friends wherever he could. Consider why the only person in the story who thought they should be free, that they should have rights, was treated as an overzealous joke, who was acting against the wishes of those slaves who really LOVE being enslaved. Consider that Rowling went on to say that she kind of considers that girl to be black, now.

Consider why JK Rowling, an open and proud transphobe, wrote Rita Skeeter as having a large square jaw, thick “manly” hands, and dressing incredibly gaudily with the most obvious fake nails and fake teeth and fake hair and fake everything. Consider why a woman who tweets about how trans women are “foxes pretending to be hens to get in the hen house” might write this Rita Skeeter to then illegally transform her body in order to spy on children.

Harry Potter is full of Rowling’s bigotry, start to finish. Not even tangentially, like, “oh the goblins are bad, Rita Skeeter is bad, the house elves are bad, but most of it’s good!” because the deeper you dig and the longer you think the more you realise the entire story is based on her prejudices.

Harry Potter pretends to be an aracial story about found family, but if that were true, why are Harry’s distant ancestors important to who he is today even in the seventh book? Why does Harry have to live with his cousin and aunt and uncle? Because magic inherently prefers blood ties. Whilst Rowling was writing a story that seemed to say, “your heritage is not that important and doesn’t make you better than others” she was still writing a story about a boy who got all of his money through his bloodline, who was protected by living with his bloodline, no matter how evil, who was uniquely able to stop Voldemort because his bloodline passed down the invisibility cloak for generations and generations. Any step Harry takes he is compared to his perfect parents who were exactly like him — he looks just like his father, but he has his mother’s eyes, you know! — consider WHY a woman who is racist might’ve written a story like this. A story that on its surface, condemns a blood caste, but still in every step it takes, validates the idea that blood is thicker than water, and your geneological origin is what makes you special.

You can enjoy Harry Pottwr, of course you can. There are fantastic parts. I love a small group of teenagers deciding to become anarchies rebels and train to fight against fascism in secret. I love the murder mystery plots, I love how the series tells kids that it’s a good thing to be brave, and a good thing to fight injustice, and a good thing to challenge the government. But I cannot separate it from its author because it is such a product of its author. All of the structures of the world, the way things work in the universe, and drenched in Rowling’s beliefs, her bigotries. Of course they are: she made them.

Again. This doesn’t mean you cannot enjoy it. But I think we are past the day where we can pretend that disavowing a bigoted author is enough, and that that somehow separates the text from its bigotry. I think we are past the day where we can pretend that Harry Potter isn’t a deeply, inherently bigoted piece of media. Even the bits we love. I think we are beyond the day where we can truthfully pretend to separate it from her, because she is present through all of it. We MUST recognise its flaws. We MUST admit that she is in every part of it.

[plasmahallucigenia]

im bored, here's some 2024 dream selections, writing them down when I can remember at the time. and have the cognitive capability to describe my dreams.

the assorted obsidian entries read as follows

2/20/24 wtf dream

had a dream that drake and elon musk said they were leaving twitter and mentioning creaming and everyone collectively started losing their shit. razzle and microwave society and all the commentary bros were swirling around in this big hot tub vortex of melted down peanut m&ms and white chocolate reece's pieces. also glados confessed her love to me for some reason? and other shit happened?

I remember another part of the dream I had applied to an art school and was making oil paintings

warning, this one gets really TMI

2/13/24 weird ass piss dream

Woke up around 3 today from a weird fucking dream where I had to usethe bathroom so bad but I was lost in my grandmothers house and could NOT find a toilet, but there were a million bathrooms and bathtubs and I kept running around through the house where i found multiple bathrooms, no toilet. then I went outside for some reason, and went to the community pool. and for some reason I was like “ok I gotta wash off the piss” (because yes, I DID piss myself in this dream, I should've stated that earlier. pants were soaked 💀 ) also keep in mind, I was NOT wearing any pants or underwear at this moment. the pool was really nice and warm and I thought I was ALONE. but I quickly realized I was NOT. there were like? these guys at the far end of the pool. and I was like “oh god oh god Im so sorry! i thought I was by myself ah im sorry” I quickly got out of the pool, and Im pretty sure they saw my bare fucking ass. oh well

I ran out of the community pool. and back towards the back gate leading to the house. but I realized they were following me. and they started talking to me and flirting with me. they thought I was a girl? I guess? because obviously I don't pass. (and obviously I dont have anything eugh, down there) keep in mind im still fucking naked. and im just like “no, no thank you. not interested” and I went back to my room. and then I woke up.

Jan 2024 (actual date unknown) fucking crazy ass dream

I fell asleep in bed at around 11 AM all I remember from the dream is I was making coffee and we were watching WWDITS and this trio of monster high/equestria esque girls started being really fucking mean to me they fucking BROKE my switch in half and they called me slurs and beat me up

their encounter happened several times

also this is later on in the dream

but sakurai was with fukurashi and he was wearing like… a bathrobe? or pajamas? with shorts and slippers i can’t remember very much (he also had cat ears) i just remember he was very flustered and I thought it was cute and then I woke up and it took me an hour or two to realize it was not real and i was like DAMMIT!

5/3/24 what is going on here

woke up at 11 pm and remembered I had a dream that I vc'd with friends after a million years despite my mic not working and the fact I had to work on exam prepping, I vividly remember us playing jackbox/gartic phone. also I remember a fucking heavy metal version of "colors of the wind" from Pocahontas was playing in the bg. interesting so choice, but yes to the ferrets, in my dream I had gotten a ferret, he was really friendly and sleepy and I held him in my arms, he was just a little guy. I let him sleep on my bed! this is probably because i've been watching a lot of ferret videos lol been thinking about ferrets a lot

also I remember trying to make a cool ass slipknot music video but I didn't know what the hell I was doin, I remember a giant cow/goat head hanging on the wall and I made him talk like a puppet lipsyncing to the song, lol it was really weird... my mind bro

6/22/24 wtf dream

woke up at 2am, I had a dream that someone I followed on insta who had vehemently stated they hate harry potter and jk rowling all of a sudden started buying harry potter merch? despite what they had just stated. also part of the dream was me watching the fresh prince of bel air and also getting to see my old neighborhood from my childhood. I remember picking up a scruffy looking dog named Dwight and taking him with me

6/19/24 fuck ass wtf dream???

I slept a majority of the night and day very vivid dream where it was the apocalypse in a pocket dimension. I was bitten by a rattlesnake TWICE, I could feel that shit, the venom pumping through was crazy. the snake was big asf too and stalked me it was so fucked up

[the-white-soul]

CLOVER

Kara was finaly done spending time with Flowey when suddenly, they went to a universe that they didn't willingly travel to. They looked up and saw the legend the Clover.

(Clover) "Welcome partner, first question for you. You don't have any relationship with that dear monster right there do you."

It was obvious that Merg has done this with the help of someone else, and then Kara saw Noelle with a gun to her head forcing to go to a jail cell.

(Kara) "Yes, now please put her down. I do not wish things to get deadly."

(Clover) "That's a lie and you know it. Fortunately she has one thing some other monsters don't."

(Kara) "What?"

(Clover) "They're not from this world. I know that now because you told me that. Plus in yer werld pretty sure you can't absorb souls. So she's not a monster in my book. *He than tells Muerte* Hey boy come and make this nice fella a 6 shoot they haven't been here yet."

(Muerte) "Yes master."

Now though I pride myself on being nice to people who look different this was different. The top of there head was a skull but around there eyes were some skin with fur on it. And the body, luckily, was never let to be seen since he kept a coat on, but then the feet were shown and they looked like a dinosaur crossed with a skeleton. He gave me a six shooter than went back to making guns.

(Noelle) "Um you still haven't..."

(Clover) "Oh of course, please free her. But just treat her like she had done a crime in the past."

(Hooded figure 1) "Yes sir."

(Kara) "What power do you have?"

(Clover) "I'm justice. Judge, jury, and executioner when I want to be."

*Kara checks Clover and sees they are 15 with a Lv of 95.*

(Kara) "At this point how is there any way you haven't killed everyone."

(Clover) "Justice spreads when it wants, just wait."

(Kara) "How are you in charge?"

(Clover) "I am to quote Harry Potter, 'The boy who lived.'"

(Kara) "And yet you're still better than JK Rowling."

(Clover) "Oh what's that, a phone. Huh people can ask questions, well partners if you want to ask me anything go right ahead. Just don't ask my good for nothing uhhh..."

(Kara) "Son? *Clover shook their head* Friend? *Same shake* Thing?"

(Clover) "That's what he is. A thing and nothing more. Please join me for dinner, I have much to talk about."

[caparrucia]

There's this really fascinating disconnect that people face, when someone they used to admire goes off the deep end that really exemplifies why bigotry is so fucking insidious.

Because they were just like you! They liked the same things you did! You identified with them! You might have aspired to become them, one day!

I know hundreds of people my age who grew up with the myth of "Harry Potter was written in a dinky cafe because JK Rowling didn't have enough money to pay her heating bill in winter" which then rewrote their entire lives around "JK Rowling found success and has been actively donating to charity so aggressively she's trying to change the world for the better!"

Only to watch with increasing horror as her progressiveness was increasingly left behind their own and they realized her version of a "better world" straight up did not include them in it.

And they look at that and they think: it can't be real, it can't be that she's held these poisonous, toxic garbage in her heart the entire time! I would have known! I would have seen it! No! It must be recent. It must be new. Something must have changed. Something awful and evil must have happened that rewrote her brain, she's been consumed by an invisible body snatcher.

Because the alternative is to realize that just like she has agency and has been making conscious choices to be a monster now, they made the choice to give her grace. When Others (with the capital O, because they're Queer or BIPOC or both) pointed out the laundry list of Unfortunate Implications in her work that hinted at a bigoted worldview, they chose to gave her grace above their concerns and insist they were reaching for straws to destroy a woman who was making history in a patriarchal world. They decided it couldn't have been HER, it must have been her editors. Or the translators. Or any of the million cogs in the machine, that took her noble, well-meaning intentions and twisted them into something unfortunate.

Here's the thing. It's 2024. As fascism raises its ugly face all over the world and increasingly becomes more bold in its attempts to come for me and mine (those Others you're so mistrustful of, that you imagine full of jealousy or vitriol because they criticize the paragons you want to hide behind, I claim all of them, because your paragons would see all of us dead all the same), I do not feel the need to coddle people like that anymore.

If you're twisting yourself into hoops to find an external explanation for why someone is being a fucking bigot, I will assume you're a bigot too. I will blacklist you from my communities. I will warn people about you. I will make sure people know your priorities are to protect the feelings of people advocating for me and mine to die.

Where's that grace you so readily give to bigots, but for black people talking about the realities of being hunted for sport by police? Where's that grace for women demanding bodily autonomy? Where's that grace for people crying out for help during a genocide?

Oh no, they don't get grace. They get scrutinized and torn down for every tiny perceived flaw. The flaw doesn't have to be real, it can be imagined, and that's good enough justification to ignore their message and the direness of the situation.

Fuck off.

If you're not on Xitter, you might have missed the whole "JK Rowling has black mold seeping through her walls in her profile pic, and that's why she's Like That now" debacle.

And can I just say, as someone who also had black mold in the walls of my house that was making me deathly ill and affecting my mental health, I'm really not enjoying the connotations that breathing in black mold spores make you a racist transphobe.

Like I'm just saying. There's off your rocker because you're becoming Patient Zero and then there are the life choices and decisions she has chosen to make because she's a bigot.

The two are not the same.

Stop making excuses for her.

[newplayingsmash]

Blocked by one of my mutuals. My guess is because they are trans and I don’t think JK Rowling is this evil transphobic monster.

This is usually where I post a video with a dumb dance and song, but I actually liked the hatted cat. Oh well, nothing I can do about it. Good luck to you.

[deidremercer]

I think it's remarkable how many people will be so anti-JK Rowling yet still enjoy the Harry Potter series. I get there's like nostalgia there but whenever I go back to books or movies I just find more and more to dislike about them. Not to mention that Rowling continues to use the excuse of "people keep consuming my products" as a reason to justify her hateful behavior. Maybe it's just me but going back to Harry Potter media always makes me think "man I wish I was engaging with any media that isn't this." I feel like HP isn't even worth it for the fantasy like all the spells in the series are so lame and being at Hogwarts would suck dude that place is so fucking dangerous all the time, they throw you into a forest full of monsters for breaking the tiniest of rules that shit would not be fun! I also find the whole four houses thing so stupid like, you're really about to group up your students by "Brave, Smart, Evil, and ????" Hufflepuff feels so genuinely like a "oh fuck what if they aren't any of those first three" "fuck it lets make a miscellaneous category" type deal. Also don't try to argue with me that Slytherin isn't just the evil house, their entire thing is being conniving and sneaking around and being little schemers. It also feels a lot like a bunch of the students are just in the wrong house, right? Like you're about to tell me that A. Slytherin isn't just the evil house while simultaneously telling me the B. The weasely twins shouldn't be in Slytherin for being little scheming pranksters. What the hell is that man? If you're going to try and tell me "actually Slytherin's traits are resourcefulness, cunning, ambition, and heritage" I don't fucking care, because they shouldn't be, why give the 4 houses listed characteristics at all if they're all basically the same shit. The thing about the Hogwarts houses is that they're all so fucking broad that anyone could fit into any of them unless we actually take a look at what the subtext tells us about each of them, right? Show don't tell, and Rowling shows that everyone in Slytherin is fucking evil. And even if not, the Weasely twins get to be in Gryffindor? These prank pulling fucks are in the chivalry house? For what purpose? Why isn't Hermione in Ravenclaw? She feels like she would be a much better fit there, but no then our protagonist would have to come from slightly different points of view gods forbid! And if she were in the smart house we couldn't possibly portray her as wrong for thinking slavery is bad. The fucking slavery too, how much do you really need to read into this book to realize just how much of Rowling's awful ideology leaks through. While we're on the topic, I was looking at the wiki just to make sure I didn't fuck up any of this information and one of the traits they list on every character is "blood status" which defines whether or not a character is "pure blooded" or not. Hey what the fuck? Why is that something so important that you feel the need to list it for every character on the wiki? I fucking forgot Harry Potter had a whole eugenics thing going on but low and behold once again as I look back on this series I discover another reason to dislike it! Every turn I take there's a new racist or homophobic or anti-Semitic jumpscare! I'm playing fucking Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion with shitty political views!

[madampince-rph]

Isn’t it weird how J.K. Rowling could care so much about little girls that she deliberately chose an uncommon name for her main female character lest they be teased for being too much like her, and yet is happy to lend the weight of her words and reputation to the cause of destroying the lives of little girls (and grown women) who don’t meet her incredibly, bizarrely narrow, sexual organ-based criteria of who “counts” as “enough” of a woman for her to care about them?

No wait, I meant revolting. It’s not weird, it’s revolting.

[megalobsterface]

sorry but if you can read shit like this:

and your main takeaway is "You know what, this horrid caricature of trans women as terrifying horror monsters is actually okay, I'm gonna support this as soon as I can," then you're dumb.

This essay "debunking" a person talking about bigotry they've experienced is intellectually void and morally cruel, and the only reason I haven't told the author of it to fuck off yet is because I had better things to do.

I'm not gonna waste my time re-reading this to debunk every individual terrible point this counter-essay made, but in summary:

No. You're purposefully misinterpreting both the text and my reaction to it so that you can get away with playing a video game that is actively bigoted against You Specifically without feeling as gross as the developers actively want you to be. Individual symbols can have more than one meaning. Ranni is not a lifeless, murdered tool like Anna and Nepheli are. You do not understand baseline metaphorical storytelling, let alone when it is being used as a political tool to insult you. You Are A Big Dumb-Dumb going to bat for people who are spitting in your eye. You and anyone convinced by this hack-job of a rebuttal you made can go fuck yourselves with hot iron because I'm tired of seeing shit like this tag in my notifications.

Elden Ring is a transphobic, misogynist, Racist game (didnt get into it in this post, but demi-humans?????? the black guy's name is Blackguard???? Did JK Rowling work on this oh my fucking god this game is racist as all fucking getout), and on top of all that, is one of the most critically acclaimed and financially successful games of all time. You don't need to go to bat for it so hard that you have to shout down the people who it is bigoted *against* who are asking for better treatment. Go back to the RNC with that shit, I'm tired of hearing it. Fuck off.

No One Else Is Saying It So I'm Going To: Elden Ring DLC Is Transphobic As Fuck

The entire character of Count Ymir feels like Fromsoft was upset people weren't as disgusted by Gwyndolin as they were supposed to be, so they turned the transmisogyny up to 11 and made it absolutely unmissable how much hatred they have towards trans people. And most people on the internet are still fucking missing it somehow, so let's break it down, I guess.

Count Ymir is an NPC in the Elden Ring DLC, Shadow of the Erdtree, and is the main character of his own questline in the DLC. He's an old man who sits on a throne and is only ever referred to with he/him pronouns, and he wears a 'priest's outfit' that involves a habit-like crown and a long, purple robe.

One of the first things you learn about Count Ymir is that he's somehow attached to a deceased child named Yuri, to the point where he starts calling tiny fingercreepers by his name. You can find Ymir at night sobbing over the gravestone, while during the day he cradles a tiny, dead hand and calls it Yuri. While giving him an obsession with an underaged boy who may or may not have even been his son is definitely sus, it's literally the least weird part of this quest. It's mostly there to set up unease and distrust with Ymir, because they player doesn't know how Yuri died, and suddenly this old man is treating creepy monsters as children and calling them by this dead child's name. Again, nothing incriminating on its own, but that's just the set-up.

Ymir gives you a "bell," which is a long, cylindrical object with a bunch of holes in it, one of those holes on the elongated tip, that the player takes to places called 'Finger Ruins' to unlock treasure. Finger ruins are large, grey deserts with giant stone fingers jutting out of the sand. These ruins are inhabited by fingercreepers, enemies from the base game that are spider-like severed hands, and these new enemies that are long, lamprey-like finger men that can grab the player and suck on their face. To use the bell Ymir gave you, you go up to a giant version of the bell and blow into it, the hole on the tip the size of the player's entire face.

As you go on these treasure hunts, you meet Jolan, Ymir's bodyguard, a woman who is protective of the old man for some reason. Ymir mentions that Jolan has a sister named Anna, and both of them are purehearted. Here's the thing, though. During the 2nd treasure hunt, you can find a secret room in a tower nearby Ymir's church, and in that room is Anna's corpse, turned into a puppet somehow. Puppet summons in the base game are heavily, heavily implied to be victims of sexual violence, as the man who makes them, Seluvis, exclusively makes puppets out of women and naked men, keeping some of them in his bedroom behind a magic door, and getting very personal with you the instant you find out about this. These are dead bodies that are meant to be read as the objects of sexual gratification to the one who made them that way.

Anna's puppet is in a secret room near Ymir's church. It is explicitly stated later that Anna is Ymir's "doll," further cementing the implications from the base game. Before even getting to the end of the questline, we have confirmation Ymir is a sexual predator who has murdered at least one adult woman, which puts his obsession with a deceased young boy further into question.

After the 2nd treasure hunt, you return to find Ymir crying at Yuri's grave. He tells you that Marika, the queen of the lands between, final boss of the main game, and mother of DLC antagonist Miquella, is a failure because she is a bad mother, and that Miquella is doomed because of a "rotten root." This brings up his other obsession, that of motherhood, and how Yuri would still be alive if he'd had a better mother. You can probably see where this is going.

Ymir gives you a third map, which tells you the church is already in a finger ruin desert, which is obviously untrue, as you can see it's not. So you look around and find a secret tunnel underneath Ymir's throne while he's at Yuri's grave. Underneath the church is a hidden finger ruin, with fingers jutting out of the sky and one more giant bell at the end.

Anna invades you here, though it's clear from before that she's been long dead and this is her reanimated corpse being used for Ymir's bidding. After defeating Anna, you get to the last bell, and instead of treasure, you're teleported to a sea of fingers and fight Metyr, Mother of Fingers. This is a fromsoft game, so you can use your imagination on what a boss who is themed around maternity and has a body made up solely of long, plump fingers looks like. Hint: phallic and unpleasant.

After beating Metyr, Jolan tries to kill you for ruining Ymir's plan, somehow? You just followed his maps and did what he asked, and this ruined his plan. He told you where to go, gave you the key item you needed to use, and asked you to do it for him. He drew you a MAP. But this ruined his plans? None of this quest was thought through beyond the cruelty it applies to real world groups, the writing makes literally no sense. Hate crime aside, the writing is just bad.

After fighting Jolan is when the other shoe drops and Ymir is summoned as the final boss of this sidequest. His title is Count Ymir, Mother of Fingers, and his purple priestess robe is now bursting at the seems with wriggling fingers. He says he will be "A true mother. The only mother." He fights by literally giving birth to fingercreepers, spewing them out of his robes as a projectile. Let me remind you of the phallic nature of this enemy, and of Gwyndolin, the other transfem-coded hate crime character Fromsoft made, who had snakes wriggling out from under her dress. This is a repeated theme in these games, of transfem-coded characters having dangerous, cylindrical objects under their clothes.

To be blunt, because I know not everyone is seeing this, having Ymir call himself a mother and then immediately be shown to be covered in penis-like fingers that were hidden under his robe this whole time, is an anti-tranny joke the devs are making. They made it with Gwyndolin, who we actually liked, so they went more explicit and made it again with an old man who kills women and children, sexually assaults them, and then tries to take sole ownership of the word "mother" because of his hatred towards women. The key item he gives you is designed to make the player feel violated. The entire quest is choked in phallic imagery, with Fromsoft practically screaming at the top of their lungs "PENIS ITS PENISES, HE HAS PENISES HE CAN'T BE A MOM BECAUSE OF THE PENIS!!! ISN'T HE GROSS, ISN'T HE SCARY??? PENIS!!!!"

It's fucking disgusting. It's detestable that they went through all of this trouble to show us how un-fucking-welcome we are in this game's community. This is some of the worst transphobia I've seen from a mainstream title in decades. This is Silence of the Lambs, Sleepaway Camp type shit. I would not be surprised if JK Rowling had a writing credit for this DLC. This isn't even getting into all the poorly thought-out incest they added into the main questline, either.

Fuck Fromsoft. I hope all the people who wrote this quest choke on air. It's fucking pathetic, I'm mad as hell, and any trans person who plays Elden Ring, or any other Fromsoft game, should be mad as hell, too.

[poisonouswritings]

Wait r u a starkid fan??? (If not then pls ignore this uwu)

I'm gay and on Tumblr what do you think

No but on a legitimate note I've seen just about every Starkid show (not including the Tin Can Bros stuff because I can't fucking find it on YouTube) except for Ani, and I tried watching that but I'm not into Star Wars so it just fell very flat for me. I got into Starkid because of TGWDLM. I love the Hatchetfield series, Twisted, Trail to Oregon, and Holy Musical Batman. I liked Starship (absolutely loved Dylan's song in that) well enough but the ending was kinda bleh, and I just,, was not a massive fan of Firebringer or MAMD. They're fine enough but I probably wouldn't rewatch them. The Very Potter series was pretty good too but with everything that happened with JK Rowling I kinda distanced myself from it.

I ended up leaving the fandom for a bit because of the whole Robert Manion thing that I'm actually still not sure what exactly happened??? My mental health just could not deal with it at the time. But idk it sounds like stuff got resolved so ?? Idk. I know he got removed from NT2 to 'rebuild trust with the team/cast member in question' but apparently people are saying he's gonna come back for NPMD? If he does come back then I hope it's because everyone - including and especially the person he harassed - has agreed that they feel safe with him. I try to be optimistic in general and he did seem genuinely remorseful about what happened so,,, idk I'm not up to date enough to really have an opinion on all of that. It was a dark time for everyone for sure but I hope things are better.

Also I've been thinking about writing some Hatchetfield stuff and maybe messing with a Last Legacy/Hatchetfield crossover. You can throw some ideas at me if you want.

Anyways when NPMD comes out I will become a fucking monster and I apologize ahead of time.

Rant/Spoilers for Black Friday below because I have a lot of feelings about it:

Okay first and foremost I love Dylan Saunders and I love Kim Whalen but the Tom/Becky relationship was so whatever to me that I just,, didn't care about them tbh. The basic idea of it was sweet but idk!! I think the difference between them and Paul/Emma in TGWDLM (who I love) is that Paul and Emma kinda fell in love throughout the story whereas Tom and Becky kept bringing the plot to a complete grinding halt to do their shit. Take Me Back was just lackluster imo.

I loved Jeff Blim (as I always do lol) He is In A Hurry and him?? As fuckin uh??? Mister John McNamara????? ouGH I LOVE HIM 07. He makes me wanna take a solemn vow to become my best self now. I openly simp for him. He's just a fuckin spectral agent in the Black and White now and I hope he's fucking Wiley's shit up.

Also the way that Joey Richter's voice got all gruff when he said 'a gob of fucking lust'??? orz.

As a neurodivergent younger sibling with a well-meaning-but-sometimes-not-the-best-but-still-trying older sister and an abusive mother, Lex and Hannah hit me right in the chest. Especially because when we were younger my sister always talked about leaving home together. Absolutely loved Ethan but why can Robert Manion never survive the fucking show. Reversed!Ethan killed me and my heart broke for Hannah so bad.

My biggest gripe is that tOM SPENT THE ENTIRE FUCKING SHOW BEING LIKE 'OH I HAVE TO GET THIS DOLL FOR MY SON' AND THEN PAUL AND EMMA SHOW UP AT THE END LIKE 'HEY SHIT IS GOING CRAZY AND WE WERE GONNA RUN TO THE BUNKER BUT TIM REFUSED TO LEAVE YOU' AND INSTEAD OF GOING TO HIS SON (since Tim couldn't be in the group because yeah obviously Hannah needed to be there) (yes Tom would have missed the final number but it would have made way more narrative sense to the fucking character arc he'd been going through) HE STAYS AND GETS NUKED AND TIM DIES IN THAT FUCKING CAR ALL ALONE HAVING NEVER SEEN HIS DAD AGAIN AND I AM FROTHING AT THE FUCKING MOUTH. 'IF I FAIL YOU' GUESS WHAT TOM YOU FUCKING DID