i am my own woman first, last and always
I JUST WANT TO MEET A GUY ON TUMBLR WHO IS FUNNY AND IN MY FANDOMS AND MY AGE AND HAPPENS TO LIVE NEARBY SO WE CAN MEET UP THEN BECOME REALLY CLOSE THEN GET MARRIED AND HUNT TOGETHER AND SOLVE CRIMES AND TRAVEL THROUGH SPACE AND TIME IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!?
gosh i love video games
because when i first came to love stories and immerse myself in the world of books, no matter how much i wanted to, i couldn’t crawl inside the pages or sleep between the lines; i had these friends but i never saw them except behind my eyelids or heard their voices except as echoes in my head; first kisses, gentle glances, rage and betrayal and the quiet moments resting between—all of that stuff happened in my heart but i wasn’t a part of the story beyond my heart. i chose when to turn one page to the next and that was the scope of my involvement, my tangible inclusion. all the rest was pure imagination, which is beautiful, but also lonely. infinite, but also limited.
but video games, video games—your choices are a part of the story and your imagination is entwined with the story’s imagination, and you make friends and see their gentle glances and their quiet moments, hear their voices break and shatter with fear or joy, and you move through the world and you make your little marks in this branching network of storytelling as both character, viewer, and storyteller—a complete participant—that is so different and innovative and, yes, infinite, with its limitations being stretched and reshaped constantly. it allows us to love stories in new and interactive and unexpected ways, ways previously relegated to our world of dreams, and i fucking. love. video games.
do you ever just hate a bad guy so much you literally yell at the screen
“YOU LITTLE SHIT”
and then you sit back and realize
wow they’re meant to be hated they’re doing their job good, well done wow what a good bad guy to actually incite hate rather than pity and make you want to beat them for reals no backsies
and then you love that character because they’re a little shit but they’re a good character
i know stuff i just dont know how to properly phrase it and that makes me so mad
when i say i like harry potter i don’t mean yeah hp is pretty cool i mean i have literally grown up with it surrounding my life i have been reading and rereading the books for as long as i can remember and i can quote the movies word for word and my hogwarts house is a massive part of my identity and it actually physically pains me that i never got my hogwarts letter and i just
#I don’t blog that much hp because it would be like blogging about having feet
i came into this world covered in someone else blood and screaming and lemme tell you i’m not afraid to leave it the same way
do you ever see somebody say something about a character and you just want to stick your upper half through the computer, grab their face and whisper,
“no
you
completely
missed
the point
of that character”
and then slowly slide back into the computer while staring at them
you cant show me movies and television shows about ghosts and zombie apocalypses while giving me books with adventures featuring heroes fighting for the sake of the world and tales of demigods and wizards and then expect me to be content living in a world where you work at a job five days a week and come home at night to do it all over again until you die
