a short collection of the various last words of the immortal fake ah crew:

anarchetypal:

geoff:

  • “hold my beer.”
  • “which one of you fuckers is playing ‘another one bites the dust’ while i bleed out again?!”
  • “you’re all fucking fired.”

jack:

  • “you assholes are going to get me killed again, aren’t you.”
  • “i’m assuming the person who forgot to fuel the cargobob is the same person who forgot to pack parachutes.”
  • “everybody has five seconds to buckle up. gavin just bet me ten thousand dollars that i can’t do a barrel roll in a titan.”

michael:

  • “oh yeah? you just fucking watch me eat thirty ghost peppers in five minutes.”
  • “gavin, what kind of fucking rescue mission is this?! you shot me in the goddamn chest! i don’t care if it was an accident!”
  • “i mean, yeah, you have a point, but this is gonna be the coolest fucking vine ever.”

ray:

  • oooh, look at this scary guy. what are you gonna do, shoot me?“
  • “no, i can totally make that jump, watch.”
  • “oh, hey, ryan’s waking up. dude, do you think he’s gonna be pissed i accidentally shot him during the heist? whoa, wait, ryan, i’m gonna need you to start channeling waffle-o, c’mon, happy waffle-o thoughts—”

gavin:

  • “ryan, i bet you five thousand dollars you can’t kill all those police officers with this grenade without killing us, too.” 
  • “what? bollocks. you can’t shoot me from there.”
  • “right, so you get me up high enough, and then i’ll jump out of the plane and land at an angle and then i can run down mount chiliad.”

ryan:

  • [sarcastically imitating] “drop your weapon or we’ll shoot!
  • “ray. ray? ray, look. i’m the ghost rider!”
  • “yikes.”

discovergames:

I mean seriously, consider the scenario that has to happen in order for the “fake gamer girl” thing to make sense. A woman would have to first encounter or learn about the gaming community. She would find (in the average or aggregate) a hostile, elitist, corporatist, anti-intellectual, hegemonic group full of angry, petty, whiny, sexist, racist, smug, disgusting, gatekeeping losers. And she would then have to say to herself, “Oh yeah, I gotta get me some of that.”

At which point, despite a total and complete lack of interest in videogames, she invests hundreds or thousands of dollars in games, consoles, peripherals, and materials for other activities like cosplay and streaming. And then she spends the great majority of her leisure time playing games, writing about games, talking about games, making games, making gaming cosplay, going to gaming conventions, writing and drawing fanfiction of games, streaming games, and participating in gaming forums.

She does this not only despite having absolutely no interest in games, but also despite the near-constant barrage of sexist attacks she must deal with on a daily basis. She has to deal with an industry and community that reminds her she is unwelcome at every possible opportunity, from marketing campaigns that assume women don’t play games (or worse, cast them in the role of the nagging girlfriend), to microaggressions in online play, to rape and death threats and even doxxing and swatting.

And some sweaty, pocket-mining basement-dwellers would have you believe that she goes through all of this, spending all this time, money and energy, and enduring all of this harassment and hostility, all without any passion, love or even interest in videogames. And all for what? To “get attention”? Oh yeah. That makes sense. I can definitely see women lining up around the block to get this sweet deal: “Step right up, ladies! For just a few thousand dollars, and the majority of your free time, you too could be eligible for (almost exclusively negative and violent) ATTENTION from angry men and boys without social skills, who believe your only value lies in sex appeal, and who will treat your very existence with suspicion and hostility! Yes, for the mere price of enduring a constant deluge of rape and death threats, you will have access to a steady stream of ATTENTION from the most unpleasant and undesirable people on the planet! You may find it difficult at first to spend so much time and energy faking interest in a hobby you don’t care about at all, but with a reward like ATTENTION from swearing teenagers and smug date-rapists, you can’t afford to pass up this deal of a lifetime!”

on the one hand i kind of want to change english classes but on the other hand someone has drawn a meter long dick on the wall in my current classroom and i wanna see how long it takes til someone notices

schmergo:

Contrary to popular stereotypes associated with fanfiction, I have never written a sex scene, but I did once write a scene in which Voldemort went on a blind date with someone he met on the internet, but it turned out to be Harry Potter catfishing him, so I’m not sure what’s worse