If I wasn’t so lazy I’d fire up my old laptop and dig around my /a/ folder and upload a bunch of FABULOUS, nostalgic Geass shoops.
But I amso very lazy.
The comment was made that I look different every time I’m seen at conventions.
Just as planned.
OH MAN, I know this feel.
No one recognizes me (even if I know them) when I change costume make-up until I state who I am.
The worst ones are when I’m in plain clothes and no make up at all and I am forced to reveal who I am and watch the faces fall in confusion and disappointment at my bland look.
Though I guess this is sorta a double-edged sword because this means that I am transforming for cosplay??
Home from the Spidey Midnight Premiere!
I am exhausted but I loved
Garfield the film!
Check out The Boyfriend and I’s cop-out costumes!
I’ve spent the past week nursing my sick kitty back to health and dealing with the real world so I didn’t finish the Spidey Suit I was working on, nor did I bother to Black Cat it up. No energy to spare for cos-work.
Myself as half-assed, nay, quarter-ass, Em Jay and The Boyfriend as Connors.
Bleh, I couldn’t find my correct shirt even (I own the perfect fucking shirt and I have no clue where the fuck it has wandered), nor did I bother to style the wig at all. He doesn’t have the proper glasses on in the group shot, sadly. He is so proud of this Lizard since it was his idea and he was giddy when people recognized him after the film was over, since I initially scoffed at his plans. Crissakes, he was overly committed to this costume: he kept his arm tucked away for hours until the film started. He wouldn’t even take it out to eat or carry our food or anything (note: this was both cute an annoying). Also, all those bad reptile/armless puns.
Our friends, the Peter and Gwen put waaaay more effort in to
being adorable their costumes than us! SO CUTE. HNNNNNNNGH. <3 <3 <3 <3
That feel when you find out someone you know is reading/watching something that you adore.
This is made all the more powerful when it is something so very niche.
I need help, guys.
I am so very close to rewatching Veronica Mars.
The DVDs are just sitting downstairs, waiting.
But I can’t handle the feels.
Last time I very nearly cracked open my own ribcage in order to rip out my heart due to all the pain. I was upset for weeks after watching the series finale.
There is no way I can rewatch.
The feels will once again manifest into physical pain.
Please, someone give me some words so that I can stop myself from this action.
that feel when I am wide awake and all geared up to tumblr all the things but everyone is already alseep and my dash is dead.
That feel when you read a book too fast, with too little sleep, and when you finish all that is left are feelings.
I have been waging war with my pride since september
I do not know if I want my stubborness to hold out. I caved once, on Christmas, to no avail. I can’t tell if this is simply a standoff of headstrong flightly broads or if I am simply not worth the trouble and attempting further contact would be an annoyance or only merit a responce out of pity/obligation. I can not bring myself to contact someone if I think that I’m bothering them.