Give me a fandom in my askbox and I will sort the main characters into Hogwarts Houses.
Another fantastic thing about working at GameStop is the sexism. If you are a man, the competition is fierce for jobs. If you are a girl, weigh less than 250 pounds, can be considered attractive, and kind of remotely enjoy video games, you are in. You are hired. Why are you hired? Because you “make the store pretty.” I was told I was hired because I was a girl. That was it, really. You don’t mind it until your customers come in with pitchforks, screaming, “who is that girl? I don’t trust you! You don’t really PLAY games!” and then your managers have to talk with you because you don’t make sales as well.
If you recommend a game like Bayonetta, they accuse you of liking it because it has a girl on the cover. If you recommend a game like Call of Duty, they accuse you of liking easy games. If you say you own a 360, they will tell you that real gamers own a PS3. If you say you own a PS3, they will ask if it’s your brother’s. If you can recite every single decision you made in Fallout 3, they will find some way to tell you that you cannot be trusted because of your tits. Then they will call you “cute” for asking them to pre-order a game, and they will give you a pity look, and buy their shitty Two Worlds 2, and be on their way. You said Bioshock was a better choice, but they “hate scary games”. How does this make you lesser? I will never know.
If you point any of this out they will ask you for your number."
FIC : for our sleeping girls (Shae & Sansa)
for our sleeping girls - Game of Thrones ; Sansa & Shae, Tyrion/Shae ; 1,000 words. Post 3x08.
Shae and Sansa, the morning after the wedding.
Before she takes the sheets to be washed, Shae finds an empty corner, pulls her knife out, and cuts the inner side of her leg. Her arm would be too noticeable in this stupid dress. The cut is deep enough to bleed a bit but not do much else. She’s felt worse.
She lets the blood drip into her hand and then smears it onto the sheet.
You’re lucky I love you, she thinks to one of them. She is not sure which one.