If you swim effortlessly in the deep oceans, ride the waves to and from the shore, if you can breathe under water and dine on the deep treasures of the seas; mark my words, those who dwell on the rocks carrying nets will try to reel you into their catch. The last thing they want is for you to thrive in your habitat because they stand in their atmosphere where they beg and gasp for some air.

queermarauders:

*looks at straight couple* so which one of you is the YA protagonist and which is the romantic subplot?

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The problem here is that these squealing man-children, so desperate to keep women out of their precious games, want it both ways. They want gaming to be taken seriously as a culture and art form, while at the same time throwing an unbelievable tantrum when subjected to serious criticism. This is ludicrous and immature on so many levels. Gaming isn’t for you, anymore. Gaming is for everyone. Everyone gets to have their say, to make their criticism, and gaming doesn’t need you to defend it.

The only thing left for these people to do is put their toys back in the pram and huddle together as the tide rises against them, until they wake up in five year’s time and realise that Assassin’s Creed 7 was actually a pretty good game, even though they had to waste three precious seconds flicking the gender over to ‘male’ on the character creation screen so they can feel comfortable again. Change is inevitable, especially when half of the freaking gamers in the country are women and actually want to play some games that don’t treat them like disposable trash.

So, here’s another change for you: if you really think feminism, or women, are destroying games, or that LGBT people and LGBT relationships have no place in games, or that games in any way belong to you or are “under attack” from political correctness or “social justice warriors”: please leave this website. I don’t want your clicks, I don’t want your hits, I don’t want your traffic. Leave now and please don’t come back.

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"I always imagine them at nightfall, in the dusk of a slum or a vacant lot, in that long, quiet moment when things are gradually left alone, with their backs to the sunset, and when colors are like memories or premonitions of other colors. We must not be too prodigal with our angels; they are the last divinities we harbor, and they might fly away."
Jorge Luis Borges, “A History of Angels” (via elucipher)
theboyofcheese:

Commissioned by Sasseffect to paint the Seeker of Truth, Cassandra Pentaghast, “wearing ceremonial-ass armour and looking heroic as fuck" with some "random symbolic shit”.This was a tonne of fun to paint, and I hope you have fun looking! :)

theboyofcheese:

Commissioned by Sasseffect to paint the Seeker of Truth, Cassandra Pentaghast, “wearing ceremonial-ass armour and looking heroic as fuck" with some "random symbolic shit”.
This was a tonne of fun to paint, and I hope you have fun looking! :)

otherwindow:

*picks up something i dropped*

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"Men fear witches because they take their power from the earth without poisoning the soil."