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Glitter Glimmer Shimmer Shine

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brinaelegiraffe:

shelzie:

hatewizard:

devidementia:

smellestine:

chipperwhale:

what you fail to realize is that video games shouldn’t cater to females in the first place. It’s largely known that it’s targeted towards the MALE demographic and has been for so many years, so why would they ask for something like that to be handed to them on a goddamn silver platter?
that’s like a guy walking into the women’s department of clothing at a sears and demanding that there be more clothing for men there. Separation of sections be damned.
that’s not how it fucking works

no not really
the game industry is more like walking into a regular department store and seeing that all the clothes are only men’s clothes
and when you ask the cashier where the women’s clothing section is, they wheel out a small rack of cheaply made tutus, g-strings, and high heels all in bright pink
and then when you go “wow really that’s it” you get called an uppity bitch and everybody assumes you want all the focus on you when in reality you’d just like to be considered a worthwhile demographic since you also like to wear clothes, it’s not like you want some ridiculous getup, you just want a solid shirt and pair of pants that fits you alright.
I mean hell you even sort of like men’s clothes and you have no problem wearing them. They suit you well. But it’s very obvious once you throw on a pair of men’s pants that they were not made for you.

^^^

Perfect metaphor is perfect.

brinaelegiraffe:

shelzie:

hatewizard:

devidementia:

smellestine:

chipperwhale:

what you fail to realize is that video games shouldn’t cater to females in the first place. It’s largely known that it’s targeted towards the MALE demographic and has been for so many years, so why would they ask for something like that to be handed to them on a goddamn silver platter?

that’s like a guy walking into the women’s department of clothing at a sears and demanding that there be more clothing for men there. Separation of sections be damned.

that’s not how it fucking works

no not really

the game industry is more like walking into a regular department store and seeing that all the clothes are only men’s clothes

and when you ask the cashier where the women’s clothing section is, they wheel out a small rack of cheaply made tutus, g-strings, and high heels all in bright pink

and then when you go “wow really that’s it” you get called an uppity bitch and everybody assumes you want all the focus on you when in reality you’d just like to be considered a worthwhile demographic since you also like to wear clothes, it’s not like you want some ridiculous getup, you just want a solid shirt and pair of pants that fits you alright.

I mean hell you even sort of like men’s clothes and you have no problem wearing them. They suit you well. But it’s very obvious once you throw on a pair of men’s pants that they were not made for you.

^^^

Perfect metaphor is perfect.

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Recovery

Expectation:
I feel a little bit better today!
Expectation:
I feel a little bit better today!
Expectation:
I feel a little bit better today!
Expectation:
Hey, I think I feel pretty good!
Expectation:
I guess that means I'm normal now! Time to go live a normal life!
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Reality:
I feel terrible.
Reality:
I still feel terrible.
Reality:
Is this seriously "recovery?" This sucks.
Reality:
I don't want to be thinking about all of this shit, this is exhausting.
Reality:
I guess today's not so bad.
Reality:
Today is bad again.
Reality:
Today is bad, but I think I'm starting to understand why.
Reality:
Wow, how long has it been since I cleaned my room?
Reality:
Cleaning my room didn't make me feel any better, but hey, room's clean.
Reality:
Whoa, okay, I need a shower. And maybe a haircut? Definitely a haircut.
Reality:
Everything sucks.
Reality:
Okay, except you.
Reality:
And you too, I didn't mean that you sucked.
Reality:
And that thing that I like is pretty cool.
Reality:
What was I talking about?
Reality:
Oh, THAT'S why my ex broke up with me.
Reality:
Wow, it turns out that was totally my fault?
Reality:
I was the jackass.
Reality:
Holy shit, I am such a jackass.
Reality:
Everybody must hate me.
Reality:
EVERYBODY HATES ME.
Reality:
Okay, how could everybody hate me? I mean, even if I'm a jackass, the Law of Averages dictates that SOMEBODY out there would probably like me anyway.
Reality:
Why would everybody hate me anyway, I'm awesome.
Reality:
...I'm not that awesome.
Reality:
Sometimes I'm pretty awesome, though.
Reality:
OH MY GOD I HATE MYSELF
Reality:
WHAT IS THIS, I'M RIGHT BACK WHERE I STARTED
Reality:
EVERYTHING SUCKS, THE WORLD SUCKS, I SUCK, NOBODY WILL EVER LOVE ME AND I WILL DIE UNMOURNED AND ALONE
Reality:
...What the hell was that about?
Reality:
Anyway, gonna get stuff done.
Reality:
Gonna get stuff done
Reality:
Getting stuff done
Reality:
WHY DO I FAIL AT EVERYTHING
Reality:
WALLOWING
Reality:
WALLOWING SOME MORE
Reality:
Okay NO MORE WALLOWING, we've talked about this, we're not doing this right now.
Reality:
...I can't believe that worked.
Reality:
Huh.
Reality:
So hang on, is this it?
Reality:
I mean, is this recovery? Am I doing this right? Is it going to be over soon?
Reality:
I just want to be normal.
Reality:
I am such a ridiculous trainwreck of a human being. How do I even exist? Why do I get to have friends? Why do you people talk to me? There's so much about myself that I really don't like, and there's probably even more stuff that I don't even know about that isn't too hot, either. And I'm working on it, but man, it's hard.
Reality:
...I just realized that everything I just said is normal.
Reality:
Oh my God, am I already normal?
Reality:
I'M ALREADY NORMAL. THIS IS NORMAL.
Reality:
It's...not exactly everything I was hoping for, to tell you the truth.
Reality:
...Oh well.
Reality:
Today was okay.
Reality:
Maybe tomorrow will be better.