![120-cell:
velgaduere:
nandosagi:
bratscad:
Nintendo releases the Wii U with hardly any first party games
They take their time to develop them
Microsoft and Playstation showing off consoles with no games
Nintendo waiting for both companies to flop at E3
Nintendo suddenly drops a megaton amount of first party games for the Wii U
Everybody flocks to it because the other consoles have a higher price point and less games to offer
Iwata’s face when everything worked out according to plan
[keikaku intensifies]
this will never stop being relevant
rebagelling again for the gif](http://25.media.tumblr.com/c8cafdea012783c543acd064be71e35e/tumblr_mn8f6xtozC1r98fdvo1_500.jpg)
120-cell:
velgaduere:
nandosagi:
bratscad:
- Nintendo releases the Wii U with hardly any first party games
- They take their time to develop them
- Microsoft and Playstation showing off consoles with no games
- Nintendo waiting for both companies to flop at E3
- Nintendo suddenly drops a megaton amount of first party games for the Wii U
- Everybody flocks to it because the other consoles have a higher price point and less games to offer
- Iwata’s face when everything worked out according to plan
[keikaku intensifies]
this will never stop being relevant
rebagelling again for the gif
❝
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.
❞
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. (via gingerrqueer)
batteur:
ah yes I’ve just thought the perfect sassy answer to that horrible thing someone told to me 4 years ago
Hello! I’m doing a giveaway just to give some love back to all my cutie followers ♥
The Giveaway:
- Fujifilm White Hello Kitty Instax Mini 25 + 50 film (new)
- Fujifilm Black Instax 210 + 50 film (new)
Guidelines:
- Reblog as much as you want, don’t spam your followers (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)
- Likes don’t count
- (╯°□°)╯︵ sƃolq ʎɐʍɐəʌıƃ
- You don’t have to follow me but I’d really appreciate you look at my blog, since it is for my followers
- I will ship internationally
- Your ask box has to be open on the end date so I can contact you if you win
- There will be 2 winners and the one that responds first will have first preference
- If the winners don’t respond within a week, I will pick new ones
- The giveaway ends June 1st
Good luck everyone \(✿◕‿◕)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
(Source: epikhi)
(I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)
Me: “So, where’s your mom at?”
Boy: “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”
Me: “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”
Boy: “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”
(I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)
Erin. 19.
