June 2013
109 posts
I punched a guy bc he was making rape jokes and one of the things he said was “what’s the difference between yes and no? Nothing” so I asked him if he’d care if I punched him in the face and he said yes but I did it anyway since there’s no difference between yes and no and that’s the story of how I gave someone a bloody nose
- swiggity swag
- something john green
- ?? ??? ? ??
- tag pizza
- bulleted list
- w HAT
- finish in italics
the worst part is that this is actually a successful text post
this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy
that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel
this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction
“Why should we care about women’s representation in video games?”
“Nobody is going to want a female protagonist!
“Their target audience isn’t big enough to warrant any games!”
“Women aren’t as capable as men, they don’t belong in video games!”
“If more women started playing video games, maybe then they’d have a say in the matter!”
i get so offended when people assume theres something i dont know about my favorite band like they’ll just ask me “have you seen this video of them” or “have you heard their new song” and i’ll completely go off on them like i know their names ages blood types where they were born and at what time of course ive seen their new fuckin music video
when people refer to me as “friend” i get really surprised because i assume most people hate me
The Entertainment Software Association - Game Player Data (via asgardian-feminist)
“Today, adult women represent a greater portion of the game-playing population (31 percent) than boys age 17 or younger (19 percent).”
(via caustica)
do people actually stand in front of a microphone for hours making weird gibberish sounds for them to use in the sims games
because if so then i need to see this happen at least once in my lifetime
if not more
THAT. LAUGH.
this is for you, bri.
I just wanna be in love, ya know?
I know.
Dixie would own it. The following is how she gets me to play with her, even when I’m busy, tired, or it’s 108 degrees.
Dixie: *plops in my doorway* *stares*
(2 minutes later)
Dixie: *sigh* *moves 6 inches closer* *noisily lays down* *possible barely-audible woofs*
(5…
when you find a pen that glides across the page like its ink is the tears of Jesus





