So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:
We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite ponies, and was overall just too damn cute. She had an MLP lanyard filled with pins she’d gotten in the vendor’s room, and gave me a Fluttershy pin because she liked my cosplay. She ended up just hanging out with us for a while and bein’ super cute. We call her Babby because she’s 11 and precious.
The next day, she runs up to the booth, terrified, and asks if she can please hide under our table for a few minutes. Turns out a dude had been following her around the con all day, and tried to get her to come up to his hotel room. Alone. She tells us she thought he was okay at first because he was wearing an MLP shirt, but she didn’t want to go anywhere with him, and he made her uneasy. At one point, after she’d refused, he grabbed her arm in the elevators and tried to get her to follow him. She ran, and now she wants somewhere to hide.
We tell her of course, hurry her behind our booth and fucking station ourselves around her because she’s eleven years old and all of us are prepared to physically attack the human trashheap who tries to fuck with her. We’re all dressed up in wings and ears and we’re 100000% prepared to rip them off and launch across that table to defend this kid. Eventually this very large dude strolls by, very obviously looking around, and she quietly points him out to us. At this point I’m ready to set him on fire, but when I ask if she needs me to go report him, she shakes her head. She doesn’t want to get in trouble, or make anyone mad.
We see him a few more times over the course of the day, because he keeps meandering over to our booth and just casually looking around. Eventually he actually stops to take a flier from our table and asks us a question, and we coldly send him on his way. We start sending a coworker with Babby whenever her parents aren’t around and she wants to go check out artist’s alley or the vendor’s hall. Because otherwise she’s not safe. She can’t run around and freely enjoy a convention about a show aimed at her, because instead of being surrounded by peers she’s somehow surrounded by men who pose a threat to her.
My point here: this is why I fucking hate “bronies.” Because grown-ass men are flooding into a space carved out for children—often little girls—and are making it unsafe for them.
I met a lot of non-awful people there, of course. I met a lot of parents and older siblings. A lot of adorable little boys who were happy to empathize with female characters, and a lot of little kids who wanted a picture with cosplays of their favorite pony. I met a lot of people who were cool and nice and just liked cartoons. I met a male Pinkie Pie cosplayer with a Fluttershy lady-friend who juggled and spun plates and was happy to entertain kids, and were generally just really cool people.
But I also met a lot of skeevy dudebros. A lot of guys in fedoras loudly discussing sexual shit in a room with children. Guys who drew/sold/displayed really fucking inappropriate “fanart,” including gross bodypillows that had no purpose in a little kids’ toy convention. I met a guy who gushed with absolute glee about the pleasure he derives from “corrupting innocence.” I met a lot of people who wanted to take something sweet and nice for children and make it about THEM. A lot of guys who wanted to make it about their dicks. People who made it UNSAFE for the intended audience to even be in attendance.
So yeah. If you call yourself a brony, I’m prolly not gonna trust you. Because I’ve seen y’all in action, and I am not impressed. Frankly I’m infuriated. This is like a bunch of gross neckbeards swarming Disneyland and shoving kids out of the way so they can grope Cinderella, and finding nothing wrong with it because they think they’re entitled to it.
My Little Pony is a really cute show with a lot of nice messages for kids, and gross brony shitweasels are trying to fucking take it from them by force. And I will fight them.
Why should I pick you?:
Why do you even want to date me?:
DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!
I’M PROUDLY TAKEN
But it’s still fun to reblog these!
Kill the idea that naivety is an unforgivable flaw but cynicism is just wisdom, murder it, chop it up and serve it for dinner, I don’t care, just end this bullshit idea that it’s better to hate than to love and better to rot in miserable bitter resignation than to hope for the best.
wait till after the inspection to get anything but get supplies and say your thinking about getting a pet after the inspection
ah yeah, i was thinking of ordering some nice custom hammocks online from The Pack Rat and looking for the perfect cage 2-3 weeks in advance ahhhh don’t wanna be too eager tho in the (probably rare) case that my landlord says no!
The major question is ‘do you have enough space for a cage that is preferably at least 60x60x45 cm’, ED
conor and i have a very comfortably sized two bedroom apartment, so there’s plenty of space in the art studio for a huge rat cage :)
yuri of the week
What if birds could actually speak English and we were speaking bird the whole time. Like really how weird would that be?
that the geese are back? God I hate them so fucking much.
HAVING TO STAND UP FOR MYSELF IS REALLY SCARY
I DON’T WANT TO CALL MY BOSS ABOUT THIS BUT BASICALLY ACCUSING HIM/HIS BUSINESS OF FUCKING UP MY PAY FOR LIKE THE THIRD TIME AND POSSIBLY DOING SOMETHING ILLEGAL (NOT PAYING ME FOR THE REGULAR SHIFTS I WAS FORCED TO NOT WORK DUE TO PUBLIC HOLIDAYS) (EVEN THOUGH THAT STILL DOESN’T EXPLAIN MY CRAZY PAYCHECK NUMBERS) IS SOOOOOO SCAAAAAAARY BECAUSE I KNOW THEY DON’T HAVE HEAPS OF MONEY TO THROW AROUND BUT THEY OWE ME BUT WHAT IF HE THINKS I’M ANNOYING AND DECIDES TO CUT ME WHEN HE NEXT NEEDS TO CUT STUFF
CAN SOMEONE HOLD MY HAND WHILE I DO THIS PLEASE
my work likes to regularly play this game called “let’s not pay jen for the amount of hours she regularly works each week as a part-time employee and then go back and forth between saying it’s a bug in the clock-on system and saying it’s her fault even though that makes no sense lol” combined with the classic cycle of “it’s not MY job to do the pays, it’s HIS job, why aren’t you talking to him”
in other news, after finally being paid back last week for 15 hours i’d been underpaid (which took THREE WEEKS to sort out), i’m already underpaid another 6 hours lmao.
to think that in 3 years time, a bunch of dorks on a school trip from yasogami high in inaba are gonna sit there and get drunk off non-alcoholic drinks and play the kings game with each other like a bunch of dumb idiot nerds
Could you give me a tl;dr on what Ace/aro stands for? I'm guessing Aro means Aromantic, but idk about Ace?
I am about to attempt the most Australian thing I have ever done…
Timtam slamming a glass of goon.
Okay, I have done it.
It was actually way better than I expected, the fact that you have to concentrate on sucking the goon through the TimTam means that you ignore the taste. The fact the the goon is cold also means that you can drink heaps through the TimTam without it losing structural integrity. And then at the end you have a kind of alcoholic TimTam.
9/10 would TimTam slam goon again.
Okay so while tumblr was down I did this twice more, the second time was just as wondrous as the first, however the third was a bit eh. I feel like that had more to do with the fact that goon tastes terrible and less to do with the fact that I was TimTam slamming it.
Also, chunks of TimTam are far worse looking when they are floating in goon.
So after more than one my rating goes down to about 6/10
Oh god, can people please stop reblogging this. I don’t want this to be a thing.
Ace/aro, Bi, pan, trans and nonbinary people are like dragons. If you think that we’re imaginary, and tell it to our face, we’ll light you on fire. Simple as that.