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OwO H-Hewwo Cowona-chan daddy
Take me pwease >w<
Dwon't be gentwe UwU
Put on some Sinatra and bring me pretty vintage dresses and woo me with your words in a moonlit garden
Gamer girls of tumblr! I have some questions :3
Hi! I am conducting an experiment largely on the differences and experiences of girls versus guys in online competitive environments. I would VERY much appreciate it if you could answer a few questions, or just tell me about some gaming experiences you've had!
Some questions to get this started:
- Are girls more likely to be harrassed or treated in a toxic manner?
- Do girls get special treatment, or 'simped' to in games?
- Do female streamers have to "do more" and be pretty (rather than be skilled at the game) in order to gain more viewers?
- Is it true that girls are better suited to 'support' roles?
- Is it true that girls aren't as competitive at boys and generally play" casual" games (i.e.. Animal crossing, stardew valley, sims, etc..)
- Do boys attempt to act as 'gatekeepers' (to keep girls out, or make them" prove" they're a gamer and not just looking for attention)?
- Are video games themselves sexist and made for a male dominated audience?
- Do you enjoy playing with other girls or guys more?
- If you could change one thing about your videogame experience overall, what would it be?
These are just a few starter questions. Please, feel free to share your stories and opinions, and talk about things related to this topic even if I didn't specifically ask a question about it!
Brusca fine di ballare
He stepped forward.
"How can you do this? Didn't we have something?"
He remained classically emotionless, but the gathering of red around his eyes gave away the storm swirling inside.
She took a step back in turn.
"Yes, I suppose we did. And I won't forget it. But there's no reason that it has to exist."
Taken aback, brow furrowed, he harshly whispered, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Her eyes glazed ahead of her partner, thinking of things of greater consequence.
"Let me think of a simple way to explain," her lips formed a slight pout around the words as she considered, "You know liquid-paper?"
"You mean like white-out?" His head tilted incredulously in time with his side-stepping feet, not quite believing she thought him so unable to understand that she would give such an analogy.
"Yes!" she nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you, I'm glad you could remember that," her steps countering his own.
"They call it liquid-paper, but it never quite matches. It can cover any mistake with ease, but it's obvious that you did so. It's clear you put in the effort to mend things, but no one knows what exactly you're concealing, and that's what matters."
Thunder contorted his face as he began to circle her. A last ditch effort as a beast to retain the feeble hold on clever prey.
"Speak plainly, don't give me bullshit. Tell me directly what you mean." His voice rumbled and cracked.
She let loose a laugh- a sharp, floaty high note.
"You really don't understand?"
She kept her steps equal, establishing her position as she circled him in time. "Not surprising, truth be told. You are the mistake. The fact that we were together will always remain. But I will do whatever I can to make all memory and existence of it whited-out."
He stumbled as if he had two left feet, her condescension of mentality bringing balance to a situation he had attempted to domineer through physicality.
He had no other words. Nothing to offer. Her winds had sucked him dry, his lightning bottled. He was left without conclusion, without finale, as she gracefully departed- on those feet that never impeded upon any toes, that knew exactly where to take her, and what to cover up if she ever misstepped.
Schooling has gotten me all messed up. If I don't feel like I'm excelling, I feel like I'm failing.
Dont bring that chemical-infused makeup wipe crap around here. I remove my makeup with 100% natural organically-sourced tears.
I think the downward spiral in my life began when I started having crushes on boys
My Lips Are Too Thin For A Closed-Lips Smile But I'll Be Damned If I Let Anyone See My Teeth
I honestly don't know if it would be more fun to watch you burn or to watch you drown
Help! Where did my emotions go! I should be feeling something! But I don't!
Please don't call me the girl of your dreams. Dreams seldom come true.
I believe I can admit that I am attracted to Jack Skellington, the pumpkin king
Him:
*is too old for me*
*emotionally manipulative*
*kind of an asshole*
*probably just using me*
Me:
😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍Do I hear wedding bells????
Friend, I'm not paid nearly enough to be your full-time therapist
Swings
The chains squeak and squeal as they grind. My feet dangling and kicking, my body swaying, and my hair tossing in the self-made breeze. The swings always seem fun at first, but it's never long before I ache to get off. I hate jumping off- I tend for the more gentle, freeze-until-you-stop-moving approach.
My life seems to have turned into a swing of rash decisions. On one high is the high of self-confidence. This is the one I really have to kick and sway hard for; the point where the chains are screaming and you're afraid you'll swing around the entire bar, but the rush of flying and seemingly only the clenched hands on metal keeping you in place gives a thrill. These moments don't last long, the fun wears off and the body that isn't used to such exercise demands a break. But, while they do last, what crazy decisions can be made. The happy, confident kind. The highest point you can swing to the front, where there is simply nothing but sky. But that's just the thing. All you see is sky. Such a point of clueless fun, these decisions are reckless. You believe that the choices will lead you further upward, into the clouds, not willing to accept the fact that you will soon be rushing back down yet again. Thoughtless and innocent, nevertheless dangerous and humiliating.
The other high is just as terrible. People always associate just one high and one low with swings and rollercoasters and such- but there's always two highs. The backwards high. Where you don't see sky. You see the playsets and the ground that will not be kind if you were to fall. This is the high of insecurity, the high that seems to last the longest. The one where people grab you in feeble attempts to push you back into the high of self confidence. Where you must really kick and twist in order to keep up momentum. You see all and are set back into your own little world. Here you realize just how tired you really are. You don't truly consider jumping off when you are flying- you aren't afraid of the risk of bruised skin and aching bones when all that you face is the ground that you will inevitably rush towards. This high is calculated. More personal and understanding. It is the one where you must make the decision to kick harder, or to give up and fly in a different way- one where you hope your hands and knees get the worst of the ground.
Whichever way you swing, there are rash decisions to be made either way. I want for nothing more than to just stay still and allow the screech of metal links to cease, and my feet to leave tiny ravines in the ground as they drag me to a stop, and I can breathe and be free. But it never stops. I try to stop kicking, but I am a fool and keep doing so. I make choices, all turning out to be wrong. There is no way to stop the momentum, forcing me from one high to the other. The sound of the metal fills my head, the chain links pinching and hurting my fragile hands, gripped right. I'm tired of flying and seeing the tantalizingly solid ground, I want to slow down, to a complete halt. But I'm too scared to take the only option, to jump off. And so I remain.
I swear if you don't hug me right now I'm gonna do something drastic
Why do I only love myself when I'm alone in the dark?