(This is about Overwatch, but it can be applied to most competitive games.)
Alright girls. Today I was playing some D.Va in competitive Overwatch. As usual, I was communicating on the voice chat, and as usual, people noticed I was a girl. One guy said to me, “congrats for being the only girl I’ve ever seen who’s not playing mercy.”
Now, obviously I had noticed how many girls default to playing support - usually the game’s most standard and obvious support (OW Mercy, TF2 Medic, DOTA2 Crystal Maiden). I had some cheeky banter with my friend about a “basic bitch” in a match who was a girl playing mercy.
Yesterday, I queued up with a friend who invited his friend - a girl - and let me tell you something. Her quickplay stats were baffling to me. This girl had98 hours on Mercy alone, her second most played only having 5 hours. She only had about 7 heroes with play time in total.
Being a fellow girl, I think I know why this is. Guys often like to show off by picking DPS/carry, even going so far as to refuse to change when it’s not a good pick. I’ve never seen this same scenario with girls. Of course I’ve met stubborn and toxic girls in-game, but even when asked, they will change. For example, I was playing a competitive game of Overwatch - attack on Hanamura. There was a girl playing Junkrat. I asked her if she was able to switch to Tracer or someone else who can dive so we could breach the defenses and she got extremely hostile at me but still changed to who I asked. She even played Mercy the next round (and blamed the loss on me because I asked her to change.)
Unlike many guys, girls most often avoid any confrontations or drama buy defaulting to supporting their other teammates. I’m not innocent of this either, I main Lucio, and used to be a support main in TF2 and DOTA2. However, once I realized, hey, I’m allowed to play DPS and carry my team, I started picking heroes besides supports and doing well.
I just wanted to get it out there: Girls, you’re allowed to carry.You’re allowed to be the star. You can do better than guys in games. Someone picks the character you wanted to carry as but is a much lower rank than you? Ask to swap. 70% of the time it will work. They don’t swap? Don’t just pick support and rely on them. I realize “picking whoever you want” can cost the game, but you’re all good and smart enough to still pick wisely, I know it.
Don’t feel bad about maining supports, I still main one in Overwatch. But I only ranked up by branching out, putting my foot down and saying “No, you’re not doing well on that hero, give me a go. Support me instead.”
This Friday (31st March) is Trans Day of Visibility
[This post refers to TDoV 2017; other years will have TDoV on a different day of the week]
It’s that time of year again! That awesome day where trans people share their selfies and stories. It’s one of the two largest trans advocacy days, the other being Trans Day of Remembrance (20th November). That day is dedicated to mourning and solemnity, while this day is a day to celebrate being alive! Like last year, I’m not sure of the absolute official hashtag, so I’m guessing there’ll be a variety in use, such as: #tdov #transdayofvisibility #trans day of visibility #trans visibility #trans pride #transresistance #trans resistance
This day has been recognised since 2009 and is increasing in popularity and support each year, but there’s still a long way to go in spreading the word. Visibility is something that the trans community often has to struggle for, so this is our time to step out of the shadows, take pride in who we are, and show the world that we exist and we’re here to stay.
If you are trans
This is your day. No matter your gender - whether you’re male, female, or any nonbinary gender - anyone who isn’t cis (ie. whose gender is different from the gender they were assigned at birth) can participate. This is a great opportunity to get involved in the community and be visible. If you’re comfortable, post a selfie. Share your story. This is your time to be proud of who you are! It can get hard and lonely sometimes, but there’s a whole community here who have your back.
If you are not trans
Please also get involved - don’t leave this day just up to us. Today is a day for you to support and listen to the trans community. Show us some love by reblogging some selfies and reading some stories, whether you browse through the tags listed above or stick to your mutuals. Now is a perfect opportunity to learn about our wonderful community and to look at some beautiful people. It’s a win-win, really.
Above all, I hope everyone has a fantastic TDoV! Have fun and keep it positive.
give this post a like / reblog if you and your muse(s) aren’t cis. finding blogs run by and for people / characters like me has proven difficult in the rpc; hence, me making this post. it isn’t just for me, however – it’s for any trans / nb / every other non - cis identifying persons looking to fill their dash with more diverse / likeminded blogs ! CANONS, ORIGINALS AND MULTIMUSES ARE WELCOME TO REBLOG.
NOTE : if you are not cis but your muse is, you’re allowed to reblog. IF YOU ARE CIS DO NOT REBLOG, even if your character isn’t.
please, please, please, if you see a post that does not have a caption, check the source at the bottom of the post and reblog from there. if the poster of the caption does not match with the source, go to the original post and reblog from there. if there is another blog who has left something (normally an emoji or link to their blog) on the post that has nothing to do with the post itself (this violates community guidelines), please go to the original poster and reblog from them. it’s not that hard. support the original poster, not someone trying to take credit for content that is not their own.
Summary: Alec Lightwood wasn’t used to doing things for himself. He had grown up looking after his siblings and learning how to be the perfect Shadowhunter: never had he considered even the idea of falling in love.
For over a century, Magnus Bane had closed himself off to feeling anything for man or woman. After a particularly nasty break up, he worried that opening his heart up again would result in nothing but another heartbreak.
When the two of them meet at a mundane coffee shop, it’s a rush of feelings that Alec has never felt before, and that Magnus had thought he would never feel again.
The only problem? Both think the other is a mundane, and for centuries, Downworlders and Shadowhunters have been forbidden from falling in love.
so i sent this letter to harry via @eversincencwyork when she and @hlstardust went to his show in nashville. we were told that he’d get it, but i’m not sure if he did, and i’d like very much for him to see it. if you could pls reblog this post and/or retweet this tweet, i’d appreciate it so much.
i’ve written this letter at least 7 times since may and every time it’s been a bit different because there’s just so much i’d like to say to you but there’s not enough time in the world for me to do that. (sorry for all the lowercase in advance because aesthetic – i actually hand wrote this first but i couldn’t mail it in time and i wanted to say something after the first concert so i have to type it – and also sorry for my rambling because there will probably be lots. chances are you’ll never get this but it can’t hurt to try, right? i’ve wanted to see you for half a decade now, but that doesn’t seem like it’s gonna happen, so this is my best shot. anyway.) previous letters were just me talking about how much i love the album and how much i love you and all the things that you do, but i think you’ve seen a lot of that already, so i’ll tell you a story about how you and one direction changed my life for the better & how much of myself i owe to you.
first, hi. i’m syeda (sa-ee-duh) and i’m 19 years old. i was born in pakistan and i moved to america in 2009, when i was 11. at first, it was exhilarating. being in a new country, finally being able to live with my dad as a proper family, learning so many new things. then 3 months later, school started and i experienced racism and xenophobia and islamophobia for what felt like the first time. (it wasn’t the first time; my little 9 yr old brother was stopped and searched and questioned at the airport bc he had a ‘suspicious name’) i didn’t know what those fancy words meant at the time & a lot of people my age still don’t know what xenophobia is, but anyway. in 2011, a girl in my social studies class said to me that sometimes she forgets i’m muslim because “you don’t wear that thing on your head and you don’t do bad things.” she said this when we were discussing 9/11 and it was a slap in the face. i’d lived in a muslim country all my life & i didn’t know muslims were known for doing “bad things.” and what she said about me not wearing a hijab made me feel ashamed. i wanted to wear it, but i was afraid of standing out even more, of everyone knowing i’m different – being able to see that i’m different. so i told my mom i wore it but i took it off as soon as i was on the school bus because kids like her made me feel embarrassed about being who i am. those comments never stopped. sometimes they were said jokingly, almost flippantly, as a generalization. sometimes they were directed at me personally. soon, america stopped being a safe haven & i kind of wanted to die. or, more accurately, i just didn’t wanna live & deal with those people all the time. they made me feel dirty in my own skin.
then you came along. around that same time, everyone was suddenly talked about one direction and one day i googled the words and found a live performance of what makes you beautiful. i watched it and absolutely adored the song and i remember looking at all 5 of you in your coordinated outfits and wondering how i’d ever remember all your names and tell you apart. (half a decade later, i can tell you all apart by your hands and i mean that in the least creepy way possible.) things didn’t magically get better, but now i had something in this ugly country that always cheered me up, so i clung to the band of 5 best friends, especially zayn. i saw a bit of myself (a pakistani muslim) in him and i felt hopeful about my future; if he could take on the world and have such incredible support, then i’d be fine. i saw the hate he received, too, and still does to this day, and it made me love him more and made me fiercely protective of him, of you all. so i held on tight to one direction, whenever things got tough, to see what you’d achieve next. every day and every minute has been so worth it, getting to see you all grow up with me and change the world for the better, i can’t even begin to explain to you. one direction has been my anchor for half a decade now & i have no words to properly say thanks.
all 5 of you have taught me a lot, helped me through a lot of shit, but you, harry, have a very, very special place in my heart, and i think you’ve held my hand through life more than any of the other boys, even zayn. you were 16 when you got thrown into this whirlwind & you’ve been nothing but kind and gracious throughout it all, even when others have been shit to you, and that is such an inspiration to me. “be a lover, choose love, give love,” and “treat people with kindness,” have genuinely become my life mottos and every single day i try to live by them. every day there’s a moment where i think to myself, “what would harry do?” and i consider myself so fucking lucky to have that. you’ve encouraged fans to pick someone who’s supportive – and that’s one of the best bits of advice i’ve ever heard. you continue to show your love and support for the lgbtq+ community and, harry, i’m crying while typing this because i cannot possibly describe to you what i feel when i see you on stage, prancing around waving rainbow flags. you grew out your hair and you paint your nails and i’ve seen young boys doing that now because they saw you do it – and they didn’t realize boys were allowed to have their nails painted. you don’t conform to gender roles, you’re always unabashedly yourself, you’re always supporting young girls and i just – all i can say is thank you. knowing you stand up for your fans, especially the girls who are always mocked by the media, and seeing you wear shirts that say women are smarter, and watching you have female opening acts for your shows makes me so, so fucking happy and so proud. i’ve seen you be completely yourself for years now and it helped me be myself. watching you and hearing the things you said to us made me confident enough to start wearing the hijab and now i wear it all the time. you’re the reason i don’t really give a damn anymore what people think of me, you’re the reason i’m able to tell my friends i’m biromantic, you’re the reason i strive to be a kinder person every day i wake up. there’s so many of us out there thinking, “i wanna be like him when i grow up,” and the crazy thing is, for a lot of us, you’re not that much older. you’re only 23, just four years older than me, and you’ve achieved so much and there’s so much more you’re going to do and i cannot wait.
i’m gonna wrap this up. thank you. thank you for every single thing that you do. thank you for always being you, for never conforming to people’s beliefs and expectations about you. thank you for bringing light into my life and making me want to love myself. thank you for being the reason i met my best friends (who live in 4 different states in america, in brazil, and in england) and one of them will bring this to your show and try to get it to you. i’ve had some of the best memories with them, including listening to your album together on a group call as soon as it was released and watching your first concert online. you have been so so kind to me and i am so incredibly proud of everything you stand for. i’m sorry i haven’t been able to see you, but maybe someday i will. fingers crossed. until then, thank you, thank you, thank you. i feel honored to have you in my life, harry styles, and i love you so very much. when you called us your best friends, i was sat on my bed at 1 a.m. crying my eyes out because i always think of you as my best friend, as my older brother, as my teeny tiny rose petal. hearing you call us your best friends made me feel too much and i’m still crying. i love you loads and i hope one day i get to tell you that in person.
(if by some miracle this ends up in your hands, please do me a favour and maybe send me a thumbs up on instagram @syeda.kn so i know – not that i’ll be holding my breath. also please send my love to louis, liam, and niall. i’m very patiently waiting for 1d to come back and tour mitam. you guys promised me.)
p.s. i have a question. why did you put ‘truly, madly, deeply’ and ‘irresistible’ on the target version and only release them in america? why did you let your two purest songs die? they deserve better.
I have contacted one of the reposters on tumblr and ask them to take down what they’ve reposted from me and they cooperated. They confessed that they found my creations on twitter.
The other reposter @fadsarchiblog, though, wasn’t as polite. Despite taking down what they’ve reposted without permission, they blocked me.
Last week, the same thing happened and I dealt with it privately but seeing as it happened again, I would just like to highlight this issue because it is simply unethical to repost someone else’s work completely without permission although you’ve credited and/or tagged them in your post. It is one thing to share a picture, but a whole other thing to save the creator’s work and upload them again on your own social media account. Graphic makers spend a lot of time and effort in creating their work, so please respect them.
If you’re going to credit the original creator, you should probably share the original post by permalink and link it back to the actual post rather than only mentioning their URL (e.g. [cruvcio]).Otherwise, nobody would know who and where it was from.
It is NOT OKAY to repost someone’s creations regardless of whether you credit the author or not. There is just no excuse, unless if the original creator permits you to.
If you have reblogged these graphics from a source that is other than me, I kindly ask that you please delete them and reblog the original source instead if you want to.
1. i remembered what i was going to say last week: this is a really REALLY cliche fic, so if you’re not into that you may want to rethink your reading, but also, this is me so i think everyone expects dcom 2. i accidentally put the wrong tags in ch1, and that’s been changed, but just so we’re clear, i’m using #proc ml and #prince of cats ml for this fic
“You are not my cat,” Marinette says simply.
Plagg meows in response.
She sighs and drags a hand through her hair. She now has to add ‘return cat’ to her list of things to do today. She would just leave Plagg be and let him run back to Adrien, but something tells her Plagg isn’t much of an outdoor cat. That something being Adrien’s reaction to Plagg making a break for it.
Also, Plagg looks comfortable in his patch of sun. If Marinette knows anything about cats, it’s that Plagg isn’t moving any time soon.
She crosses her arms. “You’re going to have to wait for me to change,” she tells him. She refuses to go knocking on Adrien’s door in a pair of ratty old pajamas with Sailor Moon on the pants.
Plagg just closes his eyes and turns his face toward the sun.