#SHE GOT ME SO DOWN BAD I COSPLAYED AS HER FOR A CON

[vultursvolans]

im a sub girl through and through but when im unwell enough about a series, i later do a rewatch in dub and levi's voice in dub is terrible for my wellbeing

[coffee-fueled-cookie]

The Eltingville Club as parents

Josh Levy

Is a girl dad through and through (trust me guys, all fat guys should be girl dads)

Probably grows up to be a big fan of anime, but they'd both share a love for Star Wars. They watched the spin-off cartoons and movies, and she definitely dragged him to the new movies

He has tried to sit and watch through her animes, didn't like the cutesy magic girl ones until he actually sat down and watched Madoka Magica

Does enjoy Dragon Ball Z, so trust he put her on that

As for his collection, there are still important pieces that he keeps in cases, he probably has a space dedicated to them, maybe his office, but if something just simply won't gather value overtime then he for sure passes it off to her

This resulted in him crying over a chewed up Darth Vader doll (she was teething)

If his daughter grows up to wanna do cosplay he's definitely gonna have to straighten up about hus behavior, if he imagines guys like Bill talking about girls like his daughter??? Oh god, he'll have a heart attack

Took her to her first comic-con and basically hovered the whole time. Did, in fact, knock the mask off some pervy storm trooper

They've definitely had the problem about him being so stifling and protective, he feels a lot like his mom amd thinks about her a lot

Jerry Stokes

Oh brother, like father like son, those two are absolute dorks through and through, his clone basically popped out of his wife

As soon as his son is old enough, Jerry is hopping on making him a character sheet. He's teaching him Magic the gathering, painting him little miniatures

Was the dad that made his kid pick a Pokémon starter on the 1st birthday

Jerry has since found his place and enjoys the friends he has, but having someone so close that he can understand him and vice-versa is refreshing, especially since it's his own kid

They go to ren-fair for sure, the costumes are suuuppperr dorky, but it's fun

Jerry definitely struggles with his kid growing up and going off and doing his own thing. He definitely worries about who his kid is making friends with

He just doesn't want his kid making the same mistakes he did, even if his kid has proved that he can make good choices and make good friends

Bill Dickey

Oh god, everyone run, it's Bill, but a girl

Yeah, he has a daughter. No one knows how tf it happened, but it did

She's super bossy, super particular, and it's hell on earth, especially because he ends up wrapped around her pinky

Divorced dad core, definitely not married to the woman that had his girl

Surprisingly very present though

She's into Star Trek and mostly everything he's into, but on top of that, she's probably doing amazing academically

Raising a feminist, and he can't give credit to himself

Probably got it from mom

While she's terrible and has his nasty attitude, they actually get along too well

Bill, at some point, finally drops that femoid crap, it's hard to unlearn but it happens

Does that mean he's a feminist? No.... They still fight as much as they get along, especially because he can kinda put her down and doubt her a lot, doesn't help she's his kid

'I know better than you' mindset, it's not good

The fights don't even get resolved, they just choose to forget and next thing you know they're bonding over some old ass show Bill watched as a kid

It's exhausting but hey, they make it work somehow

Pete Dinunzio

(If this shit went accurately, he probably pumped and dumped, so he wouldn't be raising his kid)

BUT LET'S IMAGINE OTHERWISE

The dad that picks up his son every other week/weekend. It's always awkward the first half hour, but usually, he lightens up

He has for sure fought with mom about the stuff he keeps in his house

It's mostly posters from rated r films and the occasional prop from Sick Mofo

Finally, he just throws all the shit in one room and calls it an office, as for keeping it locked? He doesn't think that far

"The fun parent" or rather the enabler. He kind of encourages bad behavior, the guy to be like, "You can drink/smoke as long as it's at the house."

If his kid ends up into the shit he's into, then awesome for him, if not? He's kinda indifferent

Fell asleep once while watching his boy as a toddler, woke up to the police at his door and holding his kid (he didn't lock the door and the toddler ran out)

If they all met up again as parents, the other kids would probably be advised not to hang around him

Not because he's like a predator, he's just a bad influence, and his boy probably grew up alongside those influences and wouldn't be very nice or sympathetic either

[ofmdrecaps]

11/23-24/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Republic Of Pirates: Airport Con! - Rhys, Con, Nathan, Vico, and Kristian; Photo Dumps on Tumblr; Positive Comments from the Con; ROP: Fan Spotlight!; More Cast & Crew Sightings: Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Zayre Ferrer; Voting Reminders; Love Notes!

Hey all! Sorry after tumblr killed my drafts I lost all motivation because I was very grumpy so this is much later than intended-- but it did let me get a hold of a few more lovely folks so it worked out!!

= Rhys, Con, Nathan, Vico, and Kristian =

So many of you got to make it to the Republic of Pirates Con this past weekend with Starfury Conventions! It sounded like a completely bonkers, amazing con! So many cool pictures from cast and crew, and fans alike!

Sources: Con's Instagram, Starfury IG/Twitter / 2

Some shots of Kristian's awesome concert with the cast!

Source: Vico's IG Stories

And that video of Rhys and Con from Rhys---Thank you @sherlockig for bringing it over to tumblr!

Source: @sherlockig's Tumblr

== ROP Photo Dumps on Tumblr ==

There were some awesome folks who attended the convention that posted more photos if you wanna check them out!

= Crimson & Clover =

Super huge thanks to the extremely kind @crimson-and-clover-1717 for sharing these uplifting pics!!

Rhysie Pics

Message and Pic From the Crew

Source: @crimson-and-clover-1717

= London Spirit =

Also major thanks to the darling @londonspirit who was kind enough to let me share her photo dumps and this cast photo! She's going to be doing a write up and another dump soon (but needs a much deserved break!) so keep an eye on her blog for more fun stuff in the future!

Photo Dump 1

Photo Dump 2

Source: @londonspirit's Tumblr

== Some Uplifting Convention Comments ==

Source: TrixnTreats Bsky

(Also by Rhys!)

Source: Comedy Nerd Bsky

== Republic of Pirates Fan Spotlight! ==

= Unicorn Death Race =

One of our incredibly talented crewmates @unicorndeathrace cosplayed as the absolutely devastated (and devastatingly gorgeous) Widow Olivia! The cast gave a standing ovation and everything! So well done hon!

Source: @unicorndeathrace's Tumblr

PS: Does anyone know who else placed in the competition? I'd love to reach out to them!

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Rhys Darby =

Are you going to be in LA on the 6th of December? Well Rhys will be there at his RD Saying Funny Things Society! You can get tickets here: Tickets to the show on December 6, 2024 in Largo Los Angeles (Note: I could have sworn he was going to Galaxy Con Columbus that weekend but it sounds like he's not (either anymore or ever?), sorry if I gave the wrong info previously!)

Source: Rhys' Bsky

Rhys got a new phone pen and the Darby Daily Doodles are back!

Source: Rhys' Substack

= Taika Waititi =

More pictures from kokocamden from a couple weeks back!

Source: Julien MaxP Instagram

= Zayre Ferrer =

One of our Fab writers, Zayre Ferrer has been doing an "Imaginary Spin Off Series" set of posts where they are coming up with amazing spin off ideas for shows that have ended/been cancelled. Their latest is Nana-- but if you arent already following along, there are some pretty bad ass ones in there!

Source: Zayre Ferrer's Bsky

== Voting Reminder! ==

Voyage of the Damned by Frances White, and audiobook narrated by our beloved Lucius, Nathan Foad has made it to the final rounds of the 2024 Goodreads Choice Awards. If you enjoyed it and want to support it, can you please give it a vote when you have a moment? Thanks!

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! I hope those of you who got to go to the convention this past weekend had such an amazing time! Those of us on the opposite side of the world, or who couldn't make it really appreciate all the love and sharing you did! It sounds like you had such a blast! One thing I want to send is many many hugs because I know there's always the post-con funk that can happen, and I know coming down from that high can be a bit rough! Just remember to be kind with yourself and give yourself some extra grace if you're having some big feelings this week okay? Prioritize you! Things will look up again, and I hope you have those beautiful memories keeping you warm while they do <3

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Source: KatieAbey's Instagram

[revelations-persona]

fucked up my hand in the middle of sewing so i won't be able to make progress in a while :') but while i'm here i might as well show what i got done so far. made everything but the tie :3

long ramblings about the process so far below

started working on all this for a bit over month. been alternating between maya and jun's outfits but ultimately switched focus to maya because her stuff was more complex.

this post is mostly about maya but here's the only interesting part of jun's stuff rn

i don't like the stitching on the roman numeral either but who will look. my eyes are Up Here. might paint over the thread so it doesn't stick out as much but who knows. also kind of off topic, it threw me off so bad that jun is a third year but in official art he's always shown with the two on his collar?? had to do some digging to make sure i wasn't crazy for thinking he was a senior.

the rest of his jacket is currently like a very basic looking cardigan with raw edges everywhere, nothing worth showing off rn. i think i'll continue working on it now that i can only work one-handed for the time being since the machine does most of the heavy lifting. as for the pants, i thrifted a pair several months ago. it's actually the reason i wanted to cosplay him lol, the pants were just the perfect color.

side note, my machine is Mischievous and simply refuses to sew down several layers at a time, or even just my beige fabric for some reason. so everything beige is sewn entirely by hand. maybe that's why i got carpal tunnel lol

here's what the sleeves look like on both sides and also on the inside

tbh i never realized it until i looked at her design more closely but she has like these little squares on half of her sleeves, so i tried to recreate that. it's basically just two rectangles sewn together but one of the rectangles is made up of other, smaller rectangles. nothing crazy. however, sewing the trim and elastic to it suckedddd. generally to sew elastic or stretchy fabric, you have to use a zigzag stitch (which looks exactly as you'd imagine). the easiest way to do that is by machine, except i couldn't because of the problems i just described and also the opening is too small for me to properly put it under the machine anyway. i never want to do a zigzag stitch by hand ever again. especially not with having to push through like six layers of fabric like no ty </3

now the corset

side by side of how a half of it looks on the outside vs the inside. both cups on the inside are labeled left and right respectively, in case i forget which boob goes where. currently the trim is just pinned on until i recover and can properly sew it down. i'll also have to figure out how to get the two zippers and the little rectangle that goes at the bottom on it too. the zippers for sure i'll have to cut down bc they're too long (they were the smallest ones the store had :/)

i found a pattern for it and it was easy enough to follow, just took longer than i wanted it to because i had to do it by hand. i also modified the pattern a bit to have it zip up at the front bc by default it closes at the back. had to adjust it twice so it would stop slipping off from being loose (size chart was weird). that little triangle was the result of me trying to ease the transition from the cups to the back of the corset after making the adjustments. it's not very noticeable when i have it on bc that's where my arms rest lol.

you might also be looking at the weird looking foam like why's it look like that. and you're right!

this is leftover from when foam was installed in the ceiling by the landlord to reduce noise from upstairs neighbors! like ten years ago! and she just left it here!! there's a lot more of it not pictured, that's just the amount i used. so kind. had to cut the triangles off and trim some of the thickness off, but thanks to her, i'm gonna have the quietest boobs at the con :)

and the hearts

they're right here :3 i still haven't attached them yet.

the trim is just black fabric cut into 5cm by 1.5m strips attached to other strips to make a super long strip i fold into 2cm pleats and cut as i go to fit the things i need to put it on. the stitching looks messy bc i have to in several times on the machine and only sometimes does my machine want to sew down more than two layers. i bought a yard of the black but i might unfortunately need more? i will cross that bridge when i get there.

the brown zip up undershirt thing i just modified an existing pattern i found online so that the sleeves were longer, it zips instead of buttoning up, and making it cropped. the collar is just that comically large so i suggest adjusting that if you also plan on using this pattern and don't like the collar size.

the skirt is a simple a-line skirt made a few inches wider so after sewing it and it's properly shaped like a skirt, i can go over and fold two sides together for that pleat in the middle of the skirt. i went in by hand to sew the inside of the folds to the fabric behind them so that the pleat stays in place. then i cut a strip of elastic to a few inches less than my waist measurement, sewed the ends down to form a circle, folded the top of the skirt over it twice, and then sewed it down and boom waistband. looks kinda weird all bunched up when it's not being worn, but i didn't really care about making it too pretty. you only really see the bottom part of it lol

i also made legwarmers to wear with the outfit because i refuse to spend money on shoes i will never wear outside of cosplay. they're literally just tubes made of a singular rectangle each with elastic on one of the ends, easiest thing ever. i think those boots fit well enough with the overall vibe so i'll wear them with the outfit.

the beige skirt thing she has i cut out already but really didn't do anything with yet so i have nothing to show for it rn lol

oh also. the brown, black, pink, and teal fabrics are broadcloth, the beige is peachskin, and the white fabric and little things on the front of jun's collar are gabardine (leftover from lisa and elly's uniforms).

if anyone has any questions i'd be down to answer them :3

[stitching-in-time]

Voyager rewatch s6 ep21: Live Fast and Prosper

This is a silly episode, but it's kind of fun. Voyager learns there's a group of con artists masquerading as them, leaving a trail of angry aliens they've swindled, who think they were double-crossed by the real Voyager. They then have to go track down the culprits, who've been cosplaying as them while selling memberships to 'the Federation' throughout the sector, to clear Voyager's good name.

Shipwide malfunctions lead B'Elanna and the Captain to investigate (and it goes to show how bad Voyager needed to have more women in the writers room that I felt like it was a treat to actually see the Captain and B'Elanna work together in a scene for like, less than a minute. Like, they barely ever talk to each other. I feel like I'm rattling at the bars of a cage screaming "LET WOMEN TALK TO EACHOTHER!!!" whenever I watch this show!!) They track the source of the problem to Neelix's new heating coil in the mess hall- he acquired it in a trade with a supposed religious cleric, but it's a piece of junk that's infected the ship with it's faulty circuitry. Janeway eventually figures out that the kindly sister who gave it to him was the very same con artist who's been pretending to be her, and that she downloaded Voyager's info from the Delta Flyer when Neelix and Tom invited the friendly 'clerics' to tour the Flyer while on their away mission. (I really don't think they'd be that easy to fool, especially Tom, since spotting a con from a mile away was literally how he met Harry for the very first time at Quark's bar, but ok, sure. It's a fluff episode, so whatever.)

This sends Neelix and Tom into a tizzy over having not seen through them, and they're determined to get their edge back... by doing carnival slight of hand tricks. (Yes, really. They're such terminally wholesome dorks, I love them.) They get really invested in being able to fool someone with the shell game, but they pick the Doctor to try it out on, who's literally a computer. He naturally figures out the right one right away, leaving Tom and Neelix to stew about it while Voyager closes in on the con artists.

They manage to beam the imposter Janeway to the brig for questioning, while her shipmates get away. Janeway and Tuvok have a very funny interrogation scene with her, where Tuvok has to improvise when Janeway decides to play bad cop. (Ngl the psoraisis thing made me laugh out loud. And I knew that joke was coming, but it's just priceless how deadpan Tuvok is.) When she refuses to help them, Neelix then comes to bring her food, and to try his little heartwarming Neelix pep-talk routine, but for some reason, when they lower the forcefield for him to bring her food in, they never raise the forcefield again?? And he sits there talking to her for a few minutes, with the forcefield lowered, and she doesn't try to escape?? And he's got a phaser on his belt! Who goes into a prison cell with a visible, accesible weapon?! But of course, at the end of the scene, she finally realizes that there's no forcefield and a phaser openly available, and breaks out. After she steals the Delta Flyer, we realize Tom is hiding in the aft section with the Doctor's mobile emitter, and that the lack of forcefield and obvious phaser were a trap all along. (But how she wouldn't have seen through something so blatently obvious, idk! I didn't even remember how that scene went, but I still thought it was fishy while watching it.)

With a little modification to the Doctor's program, he's able to impersonate the imposter, and they succesfully get the loot back from the con artists to give to their rightful owners and prove their innocence. (Tuvok's impersonator turning out to be his fanboy is weirdly cute too.) Alls well that ends well, but Neelix and Tom are still determined to be cool again (sweeties, you never were, but I still love you) and they successfully bamboozle the Doctor with their shell game routine at last, proving they've still got it! (They are such silly geese, I want to kiss their foreheads like the tiny baby orange cats in human form that they are. Bless.) It's a silly end to a silly ep, but there's nothing wrong with that.

Tl;dr: A light, enjoyable episode that you don't have to take too seriously. Nothing brilliant, but it has a few funny lines, and adorably wholesome Voy Boy shenanigans.

[pyropsychiccollector]

Rinka: >/////<*** Why did we have to come here? This isn't my idea of "TGIF".

Nagisa: ^^;;; I-I know, but I needed to spend time with you and Yuzuki... I feel like I've been neglecting you guys...

Rinka: *huffs* >//////////<*** You're not...neglecting. Nagisa, I was there helping administer the exams, I know you've had your hands full.

Nagisa: Yeah, I guess... But most of the others squeezed time out of me in the evenings. You were there to watch our, uh... Smash Bros tournament the other night with Yukiko, Rio, Akari, Hinata, Hinano, Touka, Ritsu, and me... ^^;;;

Rinka: Uh-huh. Yuzuki was bummed she missed out.

Nagisa: She was, and that's why she signed me up for comic con this weekend with her. (✿◠‿◠);;; But Yuzuki always goes crazy at these conventions and forgets I came with. So I'm usually left wandering on my own while she's getting photo-ops and autographs and sampling all the different stalls.

Rinka: ... So that's why you brought me along.

Nagisa: Well, no, I honestly felt bad for not doing much with you lately. You deserve better. >_<

Rinka: >/////<*** I told you it's fine. We could've done dinner later or whatever.

Nagisa: But we're always doing dinner. I thought we could change things up a bit? (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Nagisa... Dragging me to comic con is more than "a bit". >//////<*** Why am I even in this dumb costume?

Nagisa: (☉_ ☉) Honestly, I have no idea how Yuzuki's mind works. She took one look at you and said "a Tifa cosplay would work best!" ... And next thing I knew, she dragged you off and now here we are? (☉_ ☉)

Rinka: *huffs again* >/////////////////////<*** Honestly........ How did that otaku even fall for you? She can't put her manga down for five minutes. Is even a mangaka herself. >/////<***

Nagisa: Apparently, she really appreciated that I've listened to her all this time and at least tried keeping up with a number of series. (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: *rolls eyes* Of course... I dunno why I expected any different. Why did you hang out with so many of us, back in E-Class?

Nagisa: ... B-Because if I was hanging out with E-Class, I wouldn't have to spend that much time at home? (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Nagisa. You know damn well what I meant. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: *drags foot on the floor like a wounded puppy* W-Well... You know before dad took me in, mom was grooming me to be her second shot at what she missed out on...

Rinka: Yeah, your mom was a real bitch. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: Rinka!! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

Rinka: You know I meant your mom-mom, not Irina. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: Th-That doesn't make it any better!!! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

Rinka: Well, your mom shouldn't have been such a lowlife, bottomfeeding trashfire. I'm not gonna apologize when she treated you like crap. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: *sigh* (☉_ ☉) The point is, because of how I was being raised, interacting with girls was just... easier. The guys in E-Class were - are - great. But for that first while when Koro-sensei was getting our act together, I didn't get as much teasing for my looks from you girls. I... enjoyed being around that chill atmosphere more. (☉_ ☉)

Rinka: ...

Nagisa: You know Rio was the exception to the rule!! (☉_ ☉)**

Rinka: Yeah, I guess. -___- Some of us still speculated whether you were a guy or a girl, though. No guy had the right to be that pretty.

Nagisa: *sigh* I know, but you guys weren't as open or as frequent with the teasing. (✿◠‿◠);;; Once I hung out with Akari enough, pretty soon Yukiko got curious about me. Then Touka, Hinata... Hinano always sorta talked to me because she's... Hinano. Rio always liked messing around with me. Yuzuki tended to crack anime references around me and Akari, even used us as a sounding board a few times because she took her comedy very seriously. (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Mmm... (╬≖_≖) Yeah, I guess after a while you just had this reputation as someone we could talk to. Despite being besties with Karma, you were trustworthy and sweet about dropping everything to hear us out.

Nagisa: ... Why do you not sound too happy about that...? (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Because it was a circus when we got far enough along in our friendships. (╬≖_≖) Akari was already hogging you enough as it was. But then Yukiko hit that phase where she would drag you out to the arcade the second class let out. Even Koro-sensei was impressed at her speed. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: That's not... um... well... Maybe it was a bit like that... (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: (╬≖_≖) Hinata was pummeling the guys more often because they were idiot perverts that couldn't be more like you. She got around to punishing the Terasaka boys for making you do that one stunt early in the year. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: O-Oh... (☉_ ☉) *wondered why Terasaka had been so chummy for the longest time*

Rinka: Don't get me started on Hinano and Touka. (╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖) Those two and Ritsu were... creepy as hell. Whenever they found locks of your hair, they squabbled over them. If you ever forgot something, it became this huge debate over who would get to return it to you. Not gonna touch the secret photo album they compiled during the school year... They snapped pics like damn paparazzi's. I don't even want to know how they caught certain moments of you; I swear they were busy doing other things when you made cute faces or reactions, but apparently not. (╬≖_≖) And Ritsu... I'm not sure if you ever noticed, but she followed you online and liked every single post you shared. Every. Single. One. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: I, uh... I think I remember something like that... (☉_ ☉);;; B-But, uh... Rinka... If you knew about "certain moments", doesn't that mean you were watching me a bunch, too??? (☉_ ☉)

Rinka: .............. >//////////////////////<*** Sh-Shut up! Unlike those weirdos, I at least respected your privacy... Koro-sensei even snapped a picture of you sleeping at home once, and everyone - everyone - hounded the octopus for copies. I told you, it was a damn circus when we got far enough along. I almost sniped people more than a few times because they went too far... ٩(๑ `н´๑)۶

Nagisa: W-Well, thanks for worrying about me, Rinka... (✿◠‿◠);;; *pets her head comfortingly*

Rinka: >/////////////<*** Guh... It just bugs me they can still make you do stuff because you're so nice... Like, what even is that costume you're wearing? Is that helmet supposed to be on?

Nagisa: It's a Sonic Ninja cosplay. (✿◠‿◠);;; No way I'm wearing the helmet all the time in this place. Way too stuffy, I'd pass out.

Rinka: ... So you're a Power Ranger, essentially. >//////<***

Nagisa: I'm surprised you know about those, I guess it's pretty similar? (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Sh-Shut it!!! >////////////////<***

[mollywilcoxvo]

So, my RCCC experience today was waiting in line for a Taliesin Jaffe  autograph, and meeting a couple of interesting and kind humans waiting in line with me. When it came my turn, I wasn't sure what he'd say about it.

There's a lot of Critical Role characters wandering the con regularly, because they're just sort of... Well... There. They've kind of dominated the D&D scene. Not that this is a bad thing, it just is.

And here I am, in a Vampire character Cosplay of Carver from LA By Night - an anarch vampire who chose to turn a human rather than watch her die, not out of altruism, but because he knew she was capable of being someone who could potentially change the political world of Darkness. Not quite evil, but definitely not great.

So, I walk up, and he is still sort of getting his bearings from being photographed to all hell, and now in the autograph/selfie line... And he looks up and *really* gets a good look at me...

Taliesin (about my Carver Cosplay): Oh boy, oh man. OK, THAT'S cool. The hair...

Me: Yeah. He's honestly my favorite of your characters. And I got the necklace this morning to finish it off.

T: You - you know the meaning of the necklace, yes?

Me: Oh yes, yes indeed.

T: Cool, cool. Oh man that's... Wow.

Me: Oh, wait... Hold on... (I turn to show him the back of the jacket)

T: Holy. Wow, OK, yeah.

Me: yeah. I had to paint the back off season 4, because it was too perfect.

T: Man I loved That character. Dude, that. Yeah, wow. He was evil, I miss him...

Me: Thank you for everything you've done. It's weird, we actually have family history. My great uncle was George Heyes, who was a director/producer in Hollywood, and supposedly worked with George Axelrod at one point)

T: (scribbles down my gran-uncle's name, checking the spelling) Woah. OK. That is weird - I'm definitely going to look that information up. That's cool.

Me: Yeah it was that, and you, were part of my inspiration to go into voice acting.

T: Oh wow. Well, welcome - it's a weird gig. *chuckle*

It's interesting, because as much as he was gracious, and kind, thoughtful and lovely, I definitely appreciated the fact that  I wasn't even remotely in the same league as he and Anjali Bhimani.

A friend asked if Taliesin and I were going to hang out after and talk shop, and I had to laugh at the thought. I mean, sure, who wouldn't love to. But... I mean, if I had at least a couple of years in VO, I *might* ask if he was free to chat at some point to give me pointers... But I haven't even landed a single job.

I've only just barely scraped the surface of VO, and only had one voice teacher - Sonny Strait. And him telling me in a class that I had talent and he wanted me down in Dallas to record, isn't the same as actually getting a job.

Because of the panini, and a lack of funds, I couldn't go to Dallas and stake out Funimation and/or follow Sonny Strait around til he hired me as a background extra. So, I've had to go a different route as a storyteller. And, we don't have even a moderate following. I mean, it's not horrible, but it's definitely not up to CR or even By Night standards. We're just a little homegrown thing.

Being clear here - there is nothing wrong with being what we are. I'm incredibly proud of the work we've done, and the following we have - but it doesn't mean we have the chops of asking to hang with the big dogs.

And yes, I put people like Erika Iishi, Jesse Jerdak, Ginny D, and KP in that lineup as well. As much as I've appreciated the lovely and kind interactions I've had with them, they are well and beyond where I am in all of this. And that's OK. They've worked hard to earn where they are, and they've kept working every day for what they love to do.

I hope that if I end up getting to that level, I am able to remember that being kind is a free action, and is appreciated everywhere.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary406

11/2-3/24

saturday - sunday

gotsa sleep soon.

so despite today being a long and tiring day, i won't be able to put much here about it, but it wasn't bad. i was just sort of dysphoric i guess. like crashing after a sugar rush. it's so much for my tiny nerves to have any positive attention, it's always like this. it has to come slowly, for me to be inoculated.

but, we saw some very fun stuff today, and we're gonna see fun stuff tomorrow!! i have to correct one thing, yesterday i said the owner of hypercore was hiroshi... i was misremembering, it was / is hisashi. i'm dumb!!

so we saw the fashion show this year, that they do at this con. i'd like to walk again in it... like we did the first year. but idk. you never know what you'll walk in and stuff. there was this one brand, ac unit, the woman who runs it with her sister, they were the ones who did the marina and samarie cosplay from yesterday!! this was their first fashion show, i cannot find their instagram!! wow, that is sad. i'll try and find it tomorrow. ummmmm, their little thing made me emotional because the woman who was up there, she started crying talking about how much she loved her sister and mother and how much they helped her, in life and with the making of the garments. she started crying a lot talking about her mom, and then her experience with j-fashion and how it helped her make so many friends, and i wonder about like, where you make those friends... it's always seemed so exclusionary to me but these people are so kind, and this con has a lot of j-fashion stuff where people are making garments that are made with people who have sensory issues and things... they're considerate, and most j-fashion stuff i see a lot is like, hyper-crazy popularity stuff.

we also saw that japanese brand hypercore do their walk, very cute and cool, and a couple others, ghost girl goods was one and she's very kind, it's really incredible how hard she seems to try to get j-fashion brands out there to new people at cons, to make it more of a thing people can tangibly interact with, you know. she works hard at that. it is very nice to see.

after that we milled about for a while, we went to the bowling alley, saw miura ayme do a panel of q&a, then after that, jiluka did their q&a, then we went for food. both q&as were good, of special note, miura ayme said he really likes gunbuster, as far as anime goes, and also dorohedoro, which i still have not read and ought to, but the gunbuster being a favorite is crazy to me. made me feel nice to hear that.

the food was good, i was sleepy, i took selfies in the bathroom let me see if those are okay. it was korean food it was really good actually i ate kimchi fried rice with spam in it... i need to get spam soon. i love cooking with it.

here i am:

i was so sleepy there, i was laying down in the booth we had with my head on my purse. which my gf seemed to like.

then we saw miura ayme perform live, which was cute, fun idol j-rock, then waited for the rave, went to that until we were all kicked out... the guy started the rave with born slippy!!! it got progressively less cool as time went on but that got a lot of good will from me. so i danced, i'm sure my feet will hurt a ton tomorrow since i didn't wear dancing shoes!!

uhmmm, i should sleep now, though, not a lot to say really i guess, ultimately a busy normal day which keeps lots of ruminating away, which is good, because i'll process things i saw, and stuff i recorded later, and it'll give me interesting things in my head.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[chaifootsteps]

I'm the con anon. I just wanted to clarify, I didn't get to cosplay the character. I just wore her wig and sweater since I gained so much weight and the cosplay didnt fit me anymore. While at the con, my ex was being an AH the entire time and making me feel uncomfortable since he kept flirting with other girls. Krystal had been cosplaying the same character and she kept approaching me to chat. I think she noticed I was miserable. People kept asking for her photo too, I just wanted to be alone I was trying so hard not to cry. I ended up leaving the con with my ex early cause he kept making me feel like crap the entire time and I remember Krystal watching me and idk, I guess she wanted to say something but felt like it wasn't her place? So a year later after that con, I uploaded a new photo of myself doing the cosplay (not in the outfit, even losing weight, I never got to how thin I was before. I use to be an XS and stuff would be big, but I only made it down to a small) and I tagged a place I was at. Someone dm'd me and said "hey! You were at this con weren't you? I saw you cause Krystal was with you." And I was like what? And googled and had no idea she was a VA. I wanted to tag Krystal in my post, but I don't think she had an Instagram at the time. Also that happened 8 years ago. I honestly would like to see her again, but I haven't really cosplayed again and I haven't been in the best mental health state (not bf or anything related, was just at a shit job and I have burnout and I'm trying to complete my grad program). Ok, sorry for the vent. But gee, I feel so bad that happened the Krystal, she was the sweetest to me when I needed it.

Still a really nice story! She sounds like such a sweet person.

[littleeliza-lotte]

Coneyislanddesigns

Part one

Part two

We need to talk more about ConeyIslandDesigns (Rory)

If you don’t know who she is, Rory is a cosplayer and former dresser for Phantom on Broadway, she is known for her job as a dresser and for her very stage accurate and detailed cosplays, she mainly cosplays Christine Daae but also has other costumes from phantom and from other movies and musicals. I used to follow her for a long time and really looked up to her, her cosplays were stunning and looked absolutely perfect, I even once did a live stream with her back in 2021, she was very sweet and after that I’d also asked her some questions and she was nice in answering them. This was two years ago.

She then got her job on Phantom Bway, I thought that was absolutely amazing but I had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

Rory became rather stuck up with responses, I didn’t try messaging her again but it was mainly because she started to intimate me. I stopped following her when she made this comment

No, she does not owe someone explanations about how she makes her cosplays, they seem complicated and she was also probably very busy at the time, understandable. But she worded this so poorly and it came off so rude, with the cosplays she makes then she should expect that people might ask questions, I would assume she would at least be nice if someone asked but now I’m worried about if anyone did try that she’d turned them down in a really rude or snarky way. Also, not everyone can make cosplays like that, if you’ve been a cosplayer for a long time then maybe you can look at a garment and know generally how it’s made, but with an amateur like me even with detailed patterns I still don’t understand at all how something is made 😭 basically, this was just a really bad response and it put me off her. I didn’t know that she was even more worse than that.

I remember some time last year she took a commission for a SIX Anne Boleyn cosplay, I don’t remember a ton from this since I didn’t really pay attention but now I know the story behind it. @saltiestsoprano commissioned it, and they posted the story of what happened on their account.

What I do remember was Rory posting about when she made the cosplay then ‘discovered’ that the customer didn’t want it that way and had to re make it, I think I remember her even posting herself crying but I could be mistaken. Turns out, Rory had made it wrong and not the way that the person who commissioned her wanted, the pattern she used was wrong, she made the skirt wayyyy to short and the top wayyy to big despite having the measurements and tons of references of what was needed. There is more details in this post, along with receipts, messages and even the contract that was made between them. Long story short, Rory is now being sued because of her actions and how terrible she made the cosplay when it costed close to $3000.

Now that Phantom Broadway is closed, she is capitalizing off of it and scamming phans. She knows that people will trust her because she worked on the show, and she knows exactly how to use it in her favor. Not to even mention her phantom con thing, there’s this on her Etsy and EBay for scraps of fabric from the show and Christine’s shoe bows.

She posted “proof” on her story saying that they were allowed to take scraps and stuff that were unusable.

“But she worked on the show! They could be real! She even explained on her story!” Yeah well these reviews from her eBay and old Etsy, along with the commission she made for @saltiestsoprano say that she isn’t exactly the most trust worthy, so even if they are real, I’d still have a pretty hard time believing anything she says.

Basically, she’s a huge scammer and it’s absolutely nothing new. Don’t give her your money because it will not be worth it, with her track record and how she acts I sincerely doubt anything she is selling is real.

Even if that stuff is real, she is still extremely disrespectful and doesn’t deserve support after what she’s done.

I’ll have to make a second part with more details and something else she just did recently, but if anyone has anything to add then you are more than welcome to reblog this with your opinion or your experience with her.

[washipink]

The Rain Review Year 4 (2014)

Welcome back to the Rain Review! This time, we’re tackling the comic’s fourth year. It spans Chapter 19: Vincent’s Story all the way through Chapter 23: The Flaherty Siblings.

This one’s the last full year of the comic’s run that I was round for. In Year 5, we’ll get into all new territory. For now, here’s another recap-style post.

Summary

Vincent’s Story is a chapter that I can summarize fairly quickly. Rain’s therapist is actually Aunt Fara’s ex. Fara’s family, particularly her brother-in-law, was not approving at all. Vince ended up disappearing on Fara because he didn’t want her to be troubled with the backlash. In hindsight, he knows this wasn’t the best play because he’s worried Fara big time. Anyway, Jessica and Rain conspire to get them talking again.

Next Chapter!

Aiken is rooming with his twin sister Kellen now. They talk about Rain and it turns out that Aiken is... actually trying to get it. Kellen still doesn’t understand or approve of her sister’s life.

Emily goes to hang out with Rain for a “Quiet Weekend” where they share another cute chat. Ky comes over and Emily gives her a word to put to her gender feels. Also, Emily shares with Ky that she’s pregnant. And pansexual also. Yes, they do make THAT joke, but it was 2014.

Gavin’s date is going really well. Like, he hits it the hell off with Ana.

Also, I usually don’t talk about any of the bonus art or the Rain Delay filler comics in these posts, but I NEED to call attention to the fact that I got Attack On Titan Jumpscared going into the next chapter.

No, no, it’s fine... it was 2014. We didn’t know. Everyone was talking about i- OH COME ON.

It truly was a different time, folks. It was almost 10 years ago...

In news that’s positive to me but probably still negative for everyone else there was also a Danganronpa filler art. Not to derail too hard, but most of these cosplay choices are banger. Except, Gavin is clearly Togami because there just wasn’t another guy that wasn’t annoying. If I believed the fandom perception of that character instead of the actual text of the game, I’d say he should be Mondo.

Anyway, back to the STORY!!!

Brother Arthur tells Chanel and Maria to tone it the hell down before they get caught, but goes out of his way to NOT give them detention for it. This leads directly into the two of them making plans for a Valentine’s Day date in which Chanel treats Maria to dinner.

Maria decides to talk to Rain about Emily. She explains that she eavesdropped on Rain and wanted to know if Emily was pregnant for real. You see, they dated in Freshman year and things ended ROUGH, which is why Maria has such a grudge against Emily.

School ends and Rain and Fara leave for therapy. In this scene, Fara kind of explains Rain’s character development to her. Were I Cinemasins, I’d be like, “Erm, that’s bad writing.”

BUT, I’m not Cinemasins and I acknowledge that Rain is the kind of girl that NEEDS someone to tell her that shit. She won’t give herself any credit without it.

This scene is one of the ones that makes me think about how even as I grow up, I see myself in Rain. She’s So Concerned About Her Friends all the time. She doesn’t give herself enough credit for all the good shit she does. She’s constantly fighting back negative self talk. And yet, she continues on anyway. I love Rain. She’s kind of the prototypical trans woman of the 2010s, but in some ways that makes her easy to relate to.

In the next chapter, Collin tries to patch things up with Fara by actually going through with getting Rain her con tickets. More on that later.

In the mean time, Fara and Vincent meet once again and at least try to patch things up. They’re not dating again, but they do end up on pretty good terms by the end of the night.

I don’t know how involved Vincent will be going forward though. He fills Rain an HRT prescription and says he’ll set her up with one of his co-workers because he’s too personally involved considering his ex-girlfriend is her aunt.

Ky, Gavin and Rudy end up hanging out because they’re all single on Valentine’s Day. Which is fine and dandy until Ky spills The Beans.

We return to Rain after her therapy session. She’s so excited to share the news... but all the friends that know her deal are busy. So she decides it’s time to tell Emily the truth. The emotional height of the entire year follows from this point to the end of Chapter 22. There are 4 different scenes overlapping, but I want to talk about them one at a time.

Emily is... really positive about it. She says she thinks she may have figured it out, but she elected to let Rain come to her when/if she decided to.

There’s a fun thing Samara does with the art in this section is playing with the distance between Rain and Emily. When the conversation starts, it’s clear that they’re in two separate locations on the phone. Emily is in her house, the blue background. Rain is in the therapists’ office, a green background. After Rain tells Emily her secret and Emily accepts her wholeheartedly, the lines start to get a little blurrier. Eventually, They’ve pulled their phones away from their faces and are standing face to face in a panel with a gradient background between their two locations. They get closer as the conversation goes on. so close that it feels like one of them could reach out to hug the other.

This was a really fun way to play with the comic’s... shall we say “lack” of backgrounds?

Now that Rain has gotten everything off her chest, she gets an idea. Remember those tickets I was telling you about? Well, Rain decided she could invite Emily to go to the con with her. But what about the other 2 tickets? THOSE are for Kellen and Aiken.

Meanwhile, at Jessica’s job, a familiar face walks right on in. That’s right, Jessica and Chase are going to go on a DATE. And that’s TERRIBLE for Jessica. Holy shit. Once again, more on this LATER.

The other really important plot line from this chapter to me is the resolution of Chanel and Maria’s date. When the night is winding down, Maria says something I’ve felt personally. She doesn’t want to go home. For once, she’s actually happy because she’s unabashedly spending time with someone she loves. In her house, all she’s got on her side is Rudy. They’re both miserable there.

If you’re a queer person with a shitty family and you’ve EVER been out of the house with your friends, I’m sure you’ve felt this one. The feeling that everything in your life is good... until you go home. Once again, I think this comic’s strong suit is exploring situations that are familiar to experienced queer readers and can be lessons to younger readers. This one hit me in the heart for sure.

Also, Randy and Ky meet again and they decide that they can give each other a shot.That’s cute.

Now, the final twist of Chapter 22: Anastacia! How many trans people are in this comic? One more than you thought before!

The final chapter of the night is “The Flaherty Siblings”.

Rain and Fara go to pick up the con tickets from Collin, who is being a lot more polite than Fara last described him. If you’ll look back, Fara broke up with Collin off screen. We don’t know what exactly he said to her until now, except that it PROBABLY involved Rain. Collin presents Rain with her tickets and Rain decides that Fara should give him another chance. So, in the future, we’ll be seeing a little more of him.

The day before Rain and Emily leave for Kellen’s house, Rain does some introspection. She finally admits to herself what we’ve probably all been thinking: She is in love with Emily. She is in love with Emily but is scared to say anything about it because they’ve got a lot on their plates and also they call each other Sis all the time, so she thinks it’d be weird.

The day finally arrives and Fara drops Rain and Emily off with her other niece. Things do not start well, but there’s an unexpected MVP in this scene. AIKEN is the one to reach out to Rain and tell her to give Kellen a chance.

I’m starting to care for Aiken as a character a lot. He’s Literally Trying. He’s putting more effort into things than my own family ever has. He always calls her by her name and almost always gets her pronouns right. He’s clearly making an attempt and he deserves credit for it.

Kellen, on the other hand, is like, MY MOM tier transphobic. She assumes that Emily is ALSO trans and directly refers to Rain as “Not a real girl” multiple times this weekend.

Emily is Rain’s number 1 shooter this weekend. Like, she does NOT let Kellen miss a goddamn beat.

My favorite Emily clap-back is this one below:

We cut to Jessica, who finds out what Chase’s deal is and is PISSED about it. I’m pretty sure things between them are over as quick as they started. I mean, dude admitted to dating a high schooler on the FIRST DATE.

Meanwhile, Kellen continues to be a fucking problem and bring up stuff that was actually just Rain’s Childhood Dysphoria. Then, Rain goes to sleep that night and has a trauma nightmare about her father. Again, I relate. I’ve been there.

Emily is once again The Best Person for Rain’s sake.

and that brings us to the end of Year 4.

Final Thoughts

Another year, another group of really emotionally fulfilling scenes. Holy shit. It’s crazy to me how consistently quality Rain’s character writing can be. It definitely helps that it draws from real life experience. Everyone in this comic feels like someone I have known or could know.

Rain is nothing if not consistent, honestly. That’s a blessing and a curse. The writing is always just right but the art style never leaves the way it always has been. Samara tries new things in this batch of chapters, though. More shot feature furniture and background details than in previous years and that one scene with the gradient background worked really well!

I look forward to seeing where Rain goes from here. Join me next time for year 5, 2015!

[flower-zombie-rob]

My guy you are not obligated to love your emotionally abusive mother and you are not a bad person for hating someone who mistreats you like that constantly.

In fact, thinking just bc she's your mother you're required to love and respect her is lowkey the abuse working on you. Don't let your brain wire itself that way. She's not entitled to your love, respect and obedience just bc she decided to push you out of her and you are not her personal dress-up doll. Fuck what she says about your hair and clothing choices, you're you, not whatever warped version of you she expects you to be.

And idk if she's aware you have RSD or a dif neurological disorder, but RSD is a common trait in neurodivergent people and if she's taking advantage of it knowingly, that's ableist as shit.

You don't owe her SHIT. You're valid the way you are and you have every right to hate someone who constantly tears you down, fucks with your emotions and self-image, acts entitled to your autonomy, and demands you take all of it with a smile. Fuck her dude. Don't let her convince you you're the problem.

I've been there with my dad in the past. I know the feel to a certain degree. It's a lot of mental gymnastics but if you keep rationalizing things and disregarding everything she says because YOU know you best, you'll come out of it a little less fucked up one day.

I really apreciate the kindness and support people have given me reguarding this. For most unaware, i do have self diagnosed adhd(educated guess, i just fit all the symptoms and it explains a lot of my life experiences. Am planning on trying to get a clinical diagnosis soon) and it causes me to have a lot of sensitivity to critisism and it causes a lot of self hatred. I have a lot of perfectionism and even though she's a really good parent and she loves and supports me some of the things she says as a very judgy person just hit me a lot in a very personal way. Shes not someone that takes critisism very well herself and because im non confrontational person i dont like to rock the boat. Shes not abusive, not at least the way i would consider emotional abuse, but i feel she does sometimes just not have this awareness of my senstitivity, especially when her critisisms are so often on the basis of me doing non-heteronormative things. Having an androgynous hairstyle, dying my hair colours she doesnt like, dressing in a way thats more conventionally too queer for her(even though she'd never word it like that) and the way she'll constantly encourage me to change who i am just really leads to self hatred. I wont do these things because they wont make me happy, but the critisisms lead to this sense of self hatred and self conciousness in moments where i once felt confident. An example of this is the robbie the zombie cosplay i did for comic con this weekend. I litterally chose the day where id wake up in a hotel and have time at the end of the day to change into something more normal that she wouldnt mind me wearing before i got home bevause i knew her first comment would be a critisism. She gets angry with me using a rude tone with her that I'm not aware I'm using simply because whenever she comes to talk to me I make the immediate assumption that she's going to say something that will feel like she's tearing me down. This perfectionism complex I have can lead to a lot of the things that she says just feeling like I'm not good enough for her. I'm planning on trying to work through it in therapy when I start it but it's just a general thing that I have to deal with in every once in a while it really hits me all-in-one go when I have multiple things stressing out. I don't think she's emotionally abusive and she really does look out for me and support me in so many ways, but it's just that with this aspect of our relationship she hasn't seemed to have reached that point where she allows me to have freedom of expression without any form of judgement from her. I'm trying to move on from it and soon enough when I get my own place or when I move out or when I get a partner or just a better support system and found family in general I won't have to feel so judged and consumed by what she wants for me. Until then it's just this rejection sensitivity thing that I'm going to have to work through and suffer with because of this major issue with criticism and perfection is and that I have for myself.

It's really sweet the amount of people on here that are really supporting me though and saying really sweet things about me. The way my mother reacts to my opinion on how I look makes me feel unattractive and ugly and like I would look better wearing things that I don't want to wear. When I post pictures of myself on here however people react to it in a way that makes me feel really good about myself and proves to me that her opinion is not the only one i should listen to. I'm still yet to sort this out with her because I don't like to confront her on this kind of thing. She reacts very viscerally and attends with me usually just feeling guilty and like a horrible person so until I can get past the way she manipulates my words during confrontations I'm just going to have to find myself some confidence in a place that isn't her and deal with the criticism.

[musical-chick-13]

6, 7, 8, 10, 13?

YES THANK YOU. BLESS YOU.

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying?

Oh, God. Um. Most of the popular ones, if I'm being honest. There are a bunch of different ways I could answer this, from "it's everywhere" to "people misunderstand this canon dynamic" to "people make disgusting bigoted comments toward another, '''in the way''' character" to "most destructively moralistic" so I'll talk about the fanbase that historically has encompassed all of these, which is. The J*hnlockers.

I don't think I can EVER explain how utterly unhinged (derogatory) this fandom was when the show was airing. People straight-up labeling their analyses as a "conspiracy," convincing others that there was a Super Secret Actual Finale Episode that would "fix" their ship not being canon. They paired the main villain up with a character who didn't even exist in canon because doing anything involving the women was, presumably, too much to ask. The absolutely horrendous things they would say about the female characters, ESPECIALLY to fans of them who were minding their own business. (Also, they called one of the gay co-creators "actually a straight man" for not canonizing this ship which is completely and utterly WILD to me.) Genuinely there was NO space more unsafe fandom-wise that I have EVER been in. I cosplayed Irene for a con one time and, though luckily nothing happened, I was AFRAID FOR MY LIFE THE WHOLE TIME. Like. The level of vitriol and misogyny and biphobia (I'm not even going to get into that one) was UNREAL. To the point where genuinely I hope we never get new content of any kind so I don't have to think about people who act like this ever again.

7. What character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

...........at the risk of getting murdered. MCU Steve. He was just kind of. There. To me. I didn't particularly care about him because he read to me as "generic good guy" which isn't an archetype that particularly resonates with me, but...then the fandom just. My God. Saying that EVERYTHING he ever did was right, that NO ONE had any points when they questioned him, that he EPITOMIZED goodness in a way no other character did ever, that anyone who liked Tony (or anyone who was ever perceived as being in Steve's "way" about anything, don't get me started on how people treated Sharon) was A War Criminal Apologist Irl and was Singlehandedly Upholding Every Type of Oppression, like it was. SO annoying. I went from indifference to borderline-hatred out of spite.

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

GOT SEASON 8 WAS NOT THAT BAD, GOT SEASON 8 WAS NOT THAT BAD, GOT SEASON 8 WAS NOT THAT BAD, GOT SEASON 8 WAS NOT THAT BAD, GOT SEASON 8 WAS NOT THAT BAD, GOT SEASON 8---*I am forcibly removed from the building*

(On a more, uh...eloquent note, Lady Macbeth is not a badass gender-binary-shattering Girlboss™ femme fatale, she is a complete mess struggling with layers and layers of psychological issues that she does not let herself process, as well as a HELL of a lot of internalized misogyny. I love her, too, but this creation of her into some sort of suave or cool monarch lady genuinely baffles me. But then again, this play was my Capstone Research Project my final year of college and I wrote a 50-page paper on it, so maybe I'm a little too invested in how people present her, lmao.)

10. Worst part of fanon

Tbh, everyone who insists that two characters [usually (cis, white, abled) men] MUST be in romantic love because they care about each other. Like...don't get me wrong, I love looking at a LOT of non-canon pairings through a romantic lens because It's Neat™, but showing physical affection or willing to throw down/break the law for someone or calling them things like "admirable" or "amazing" are not? Inherently romantic?? Like by so many people's standards I'd be in romantic love with all my platonic friends, I guess, and that's very annoying. Romance isn't the only kind of love that exists!!! Nor is it the only important or significant one!!!

(On a more specific note, there's a fairly pervasive idea that Aki/Himeno is...a grooming relationship? When according to the established timeline and personal events that would. Literally be impossible. People take the "I'm not old enough to smoke" line that happens not long after they meet as some sort of confirmation that Aki was, like, fifteen or sixteen at the time? Or something? Instead of like. Nineteen. Dude has to have time in the three years he's known her to change significantly in appearance, become old enough to smoke (the legal age for that is 20 over there btw), and develop a substance dependence. And given the visual markers of Himeno's appearance when the two of them meet and how drastically her appearance changes in the intervening years, she can't be more than a couple of years older than him? People also take a comment that's meant to convey that he's been at his job three years longer than another character as saying that he's only three years older age-wise than said character. Which, again, given the timeline. Would be impossible. And also. There is an example of grooming in this story! It's really important to the plot actually! It's meant to be seen as horrifying! You would assume that the fact that this relationship is not presented in the same way means something! Don't get me wrong, Himeno's done her fair share of shitty things, but grooming her fight partner was not one of them. There are plenty of reasons this ship isn't for everyone, you don't have to make shit up, lmao.)

13. Worst blorbo-ification

Genuinely I cannot choose between these two, so we're gonna make this post even longer.

Why do people like K*lo R*n. I don't understand. He was given the barest hint of sort-of, hazy tragic "backstory" and people...very much disagreed with me when I said I didn't think that was enough from a narrative standpoint to actually mean anything. And that's not taking into account that this blorbo-ification happened before we even knew that. When all we knew was that he felt kind of lost sometimes and killed his dad while helping head up a fascist empire, people went wild, and not in a "I like villains" kind of way. In a "he's MEANT to be read as mentally ill" kind of way (my God, please stop saying this about every character who is mean and exhibits one emotion) and "his parents MUST have been abusive to him" kind of way. Neither of those things. Has any basis in canon. Just. Just admit you like a character who's not a good person. And that you like a ship that's a dark romance. You won't explode, I promise.

The other one is Light. People want him to be a tragic anti-hero SO bad, I am incredibly tired. He went from zero to beyond 100 in the space of a couple of in-story hours. He's not some misguided utopian visionary, he's a hypocrite with a god complex. I have met too many people like this irl to get behind any positive or sympathetic interpretation of this character. (And don't get me wrong. I think in order to most effectively present the Themes™ of the work as a whole, he had to be written like this. I don't begrudge the creator (in this instance, anyway), I begrudge the fanbase. There's actually a lot I could say about this piece of media and general reaction to it, but my God this is already long enough.)

I choose violence asks

[tavarillasgalen]

26 was a transformative year.

I finally had the courage to end a 7 year relationship. I'm so angry with myself for not doing it sooner, but I kept hoping and what-iffing, even as things continued to worsen. I was so bored, I was so stuck, I felt so taken for granted and unappreciated, I felt so held back, I felt like I was making myself small, I felt like I could never truly speak my mind, I could not trust him, etc, etc, etc. And literally, as soon as I broke up with him, I felt this overpowering sense of relief. I was so relieved, I was elated. It was like a "breath I didn't know i'd been holding" moment. And I have absolutely zero regrets about ending it, the only thing I regret is not ending it far, far sooner. I had lost myself, many of my hobbies, and since the breakup, I've started getting them back. The only thing I miss is someone to talk to/do things with, but I'll make friends. My life improved so much since ending it. I feel so much freer. I am so fucking happy.

I got a promotion at work. My boss admitted that he's been giving me more work than the others because he knows if he gives it to me, it'll be done right, it'll be good, and it'll be done in a timely fashion. And when he told other people about it, they were like, yeah, makes sense, she's been ready for this for a while.

I moved my horse to a new stable. The circumstances behind why are bad, so bad that some of the other owners at her old stable were talking about taking legal action against the stable owner. But I trust the people at the stable she is at now. And I can see her so much more now. It is so healing.

My family and I talk again. We haven't had a good relationship in literal years. I honestly don't know how long it's been. But now we talk, we do things together. I feel like I belong. It is so nice.

I lost 10 lbs! I gained 20 lbs during the pandemic, and could not lose it for the life of me. But this year, with a combination of daily exercise and eating better, I'm down 10 lbs. Just 10 more to go until I am back at my pre-pandemic weight. And the weight loss is incredibly slow, which on the one hand is frustrating, but on the other, is very good, because slow weight loss is sustainable weight loss.

I started eating so much healthier. This primarily after the breakup. My ex was very overweight because he was sedentary and pretty much exclusively ate out. I feel so much better and I have saved so much money. I can't remember the last time I ate out - it was probably with him. And making my own meals and knowing what I put into my body is good for it is SO nice.

I started baking again! I loved this as a kid. I forgot that not only is baking fun, but I'm a good baker. The family ravs about my cookies and pastries and breads and things.

I started embroidering again! It is so nice to put on a show or music or something and sew. My embroidered jean shorts are now my favorite pair of shorts.

I started being artistic again! With sketching, with painting, with trying digital art. I'm BEYOND rusty, but I'm having FUN. So I honestly don't mind that I'm so rusty, because I'm having fun making art again and experimenting with different mediums.

I finished my degree. I did all the classes except for 1 in the typical 4 years of uni, and I kept putting off the last one because it was math. It took me 4 tries thanks to how horrific my mental health was, but I did it, it's done. And I got a 99% on the final exam.

I did so many things I'd wanted to. Like comic con, like renn faires, like going to the ballet. I scheduled things for my future self to enjoy in 27, like a fantasy photoshoot and a mounted archery clinic.

I made my first cosplays! Keyleth, her comic book look and her mantle. I'd been cosplaying for months at that point, but those were the first things I actually made.

I picked up classes to learn new skills, like coding.

I started Duolingo again, and have a streak of over 100 days. I'm actually starting to understand it when spoken at a normal speed, not just slowed down.

I started going on walks outside in the neighborhood! Very weather-dependent, but God are the flowers and houses pretty. And so many little free libraries around. When I can't walk outside, I either go to the gym or use my aeroski or do pamela reif workouts. I workout more days than not and it does wonders for my mental health.

Lol, this may seem strange. But some of my clients are dentists, and since taking them on, my teeth have never been this well-cared for. I have flossed literally every single day in 2023 so far, started using straws for sodas and energy drinks, etc. I better not have any cavities when I see my dentist next month, just saying.

I had the courage to see doctors about various health issues that were bothering me, like excruciating shoulder pain, throwing up everything I eat or drink (not intentionally, like, literally could barely control it), etc. I'm still paying off the medical bills and I'm pissed that only 1 doctor took me seriously while the rest had the gall to tell me I was just stressed when that was not the case. But I'm proud of myself for having the courage to take care of myself like that, anyway.

I actually... Started to want to actually live. I feel so far behind everyone else my age in part because of being held back/stuck by my relationship, but mostly because I never planned to live this long. And my suicidal ideation was so severe, I was only ever going through the motions for so long. Mental illness stole a decade of my life from me. But now, I... Actually don't want to die. I actually want to live. When I feel like I want to die, I recognize the truth behind the feeling which is really needing something to change. And then I work towards that change however I can. Like, I don't have retirement accounts or investments or much of a savings or anything because I just saw no point, because I figured i'd be dead soon. But now? When you are actually seriously researching retirement accounts and investments and savings strategies and all this? Actually making plans for a life far beyond the next couple of days? Of course I still get stressed and depressed by the fact that I don't already have those things sorted out, but then I remember that the reason for that is because I wanted to die for so long. I never thought I would live to see my 20s, and every year until now, I didn't think I'd live to see the next. But now? I want to actively help my future self out. I want to do what I can to make my future self's life better and easier. I want to do what I can to set my future self up for success. And when you have someone who was as suicidal as I was for the past 10 years and who made multiple suicide attempts start thinking about saving for retirement? Holy shit, how much of a win is that?

There's a lot more I could say, I'm sure. I also read so many books, worked on my own books, etc. But I'll leave it there. I'm really pleased with all the personal progress i've made this year. While I'm nervous about 27 and going from mid-20s to late-20s, fearing aging is only ever shooting yourself in the foot. 27 is so young, still. Age is just a number, and I feel more myself than ever before.

[wristsandcollarbones]

Here to vent and low-key crash out because one of my fucking exes can’t seem to keep my name out her fucking mouth.

You befriended me rather quickly, and suddenly we were met up at a park at 2 in the morning because I was having another shit day in my ongoing battle with a narcissistic mother with bipolar who forced me to raise my siblings.

We kissed, and I thought maybe I finally could have a shred of light in my life. I told you I liked you and you said you liked me too. We decided to start dating.

THREE DAYS after that kiss, a girl in a completely separate state messages me online saying SHE was YOUR GIRLFRIEND. I was attacked and berated as a senior in HIGHSCHOOL by a GROWN WOMAN STATES AWAY for “being a home wrecker” when I NEVER KNEW SHE EXISTED.

I told you that I wouldn’t be with you if you were already dating someone. That not only made me feel like I did something wrong despite not knowing about her. You told me that it was “just so hard because she lives so far away,” and you never thought you’d be able to find someone to love in the same state, much less so close to you. I felt bad for you. You cried at my kitchen counter and I told you I really liked you, but if we were going to be together, she needed to go. You agreed and dumped her in a message right there.

I thought that was the end of her in our lives.

YOU were 26 when we started dating. TWENTY FUCKING SIX.

I was 18. And had been 18 since November the year prior. We started dating in March.

I thought you were younger because you appeared and acted younger. I thought I knew better. I didn’t find out your age until a couple months into us dating but I told myself that didn’t matter. I was a legal adult so this was okay.

You blamed a lot of things on your autism. Like your interests, which I never minded and actually enjoyed. There’s nothing wrong with having interests as an adult that you had as a kid or teen as long as it’s not actively behaving with literal children as if you too are a child. Which I can give you credit for because you never did that.

But you also blamed your autism for your outbursts. And your mood swings. And all the hurtful things you’d say to me. Every time there was a minor inconvenience it was shutting me out, pushing me away.

My depression was already a full magazine created by my brain and my traumas to use against me. I never thought you would use it to load your own weapon against me too.

I would tell you something you did that upset me, or hurt me and my feelings. And what did you do? Turn it around, and made it seem like I was blaming you for everything and saying that I HATED things about you. I would grovel and beg for forgiveness, and promise to never bring it up again.

I didn’t mind the hurt anymore. The rose colored glasses grew darker in tint the longer I wore them. Because after my previous relationships, someone was showing me kindness and care. I didn’t mind that anything revolving around you was tinted pink solely because I loved you. I was 18, and you turned 27 in May.

I graduated highschool, and you were there at my graduation, cheering loudly for me with my family, and a few friends. I told them all about how sweet and loving you were, how we had planned on marrying, how we planned to be together forever and i hoped they could meet the wonderful woman I had found myself in love with.

Then you, in your kindness, bought me a ticket for Comic-Con with your friends. The youngest of your friends was a girl who was 22, the oldest being 29-30. We all rode together in your car to the hotel, and enjoyed our time.

A couple of times while you were getting dressed into your cosplays, you snapped at me when I was trying to help you get into them. You got irritated quickly, and your apology?

“I’m sorry. Every time I do one of these costumes I just…turn into a monster.”

I told you that wasn’t true, and that if you needed a break before finishing up we could do that. You calmed down and we enjoyed the rest of the convention without a hitch. We played card games with your friends, and I slowly felt like maybe I could consider them friends too. We walked the convention floor and took so many pictures and had so many laughs and smiles, I hoped the weekend never had to end.

Fast forward to July, and one of my best friends has her graduation party. You were invited to come along because of course my friends liked you too. They couldn’t imagine us not being together in as much of our free time as possible. We were all drinking, some of us were swimming, and when I decided I wanted to swim with my friends, you told me you didn’t feel like it, but that I could and you’d check on me periodically. I told you okay, and that I loved you, and that if you wanted me out at any point to just say the words and I would get out in a heartbeat to change and do whatever you wanted. You had me wrapped around your finger and you know you did.

That whole night, I sparsely saw you. Time got away from me with the drinking, and smoking, and just talking with friends about our plans now that we were “totally adults and could do whatever we wanted to do.” One of the boys who graduated a year prior checked on all of us in the pool more often than you did. But one of the times you came out to the pool, you smiled at me in a way that melted my heart and I instantly rushed to the side to see what you needed. I asked you if you needed me to get out, if you wanted to cuddle or just go inside for a while. You told me no, and that everything was okay, and you just wanted to make sure I was okay. You told me how adorable I looked while drinking and laughing with my friends. I asked you if you wanted to come in the pool with us, or just sit nearby so you could join in the laughs. You said no that was okay. And you disappeared into the house. And my best friend followed you inside not long after. I was too drunk to notice at first, but it got pointed out to me. I had noticed the way you two kept looking at each other all night, and grew worried, so I got out to find you. I scoured the house looking for you but didn’t for over an hour.

I cried to the boy who was checking on everyone, himself being sober and telling me that he hadn’t seen you either, but that you couldn’t have gone far with the house being surrounded by cornfields. And he was “very responsible and confiscated everyone’s keys at the beginning of the night. So she couldn’t have left you here. She’ll turn up.”

You did turn up, from upstairs in a spare room you had “hid in to chill out.” Conveniently, my best friend came down a few minutes later from “just changing out of her swimsuit.” I was wary, but chalked it up to the alcohol and the weed.

I mean, who was I kidding. You loved me, only had eyes for me, and every word and reassurance was like a laced honey dripping from your tongue, keeping me wrapped there in your grasp.

A couple weeks later, one of my friends was home from boot camp for his birthday. I asked if you wanted to come with, since he was a friend you hadn’t met before and I knew he’d like you too. You said you would love to come with.

Three days before the party you told me you weren’t coming. That you knew him, and didn’t like him, and you didn’t want me to go anymore. I told you that wasn’t fair. He’d been gone for over a year and asked me to come celebrate with friends. You told me “if you want to go so bad then just go. I’ll stay home alone.” I didn’t take the bait and told you I would text you the whole time, call you whenever you wanted, and if at any point you wanted to join us you could. You said “yeah, whatever. Maybe.”

The day of the party I sent you a picture of the outfit I was wearing as my best friend pulled up to pick me up to go to his birthday party. As I got into the car you asked if that was “seriously what I was wearing.” A crop top and shorts, at the end of humid July. I told you yes because of the weather and we would all be hanging out outside.

As she pulled out of my driveway you told me to “go change. You’re dressed like a whore for him.” I couldn’t believe someone who loved me so much would say that to me. About me. When if I had worn an outfit like that when hanging out with your friends or even with just you I’d be “so cute and pretty!” I told you no, I had already left my house and wouldn’t be back until later. But reminded you that if you wanted, you could still come. I sent you the address and told you that if how I was dressed was concerning you could come see that I wasn’t doing it for anyone but to be comfortable in the heat.

You texted me all day and night, upset that I wasn’t with you and that you couldn’t believe I went to the party anyway. You called me multiple times to tell me that I better “behave” and that you’d let this slide this time. I was getting dragged down by you for enjoying spending time with my friends instead of with you. Friends that I didn’t get to see again until after you and I broke up, but we’re jumping ahead a bit aren’t we?

A week goes by, your friends hold an impromptu party just to drink and hang out together. You said we were going, I agreed because you wanted to, the floral glasses deepening and shifting further over my eyes. We are all drinking, one of your friends asks me what my plans are now that I’ve graduated. I told him about going to college, what I wanted to study, where I had been accepted to. All the things about this new adventure in life that you had shared excitement with me about months prior. But when I recounted it all, you grew quieter and quieter, gradually getting more and more upset.

You suddenly stood up from the table and walked outside. I followed you out to ask what was wrong, what I had said wrong. Did I say something bad? Did I offend you? Did I hurt your feelings somehow? You told me to leave you alone, and walked back into the house. I followed inside, and you had walked to the kitchen. I followed again, apologizing for everything I had said those thirty minutes because I couldn’t comprehend what I had said or done wrong but clearly I did. Obviously it was my fault, I had to apologize.

You gently pushed me away from you and told me to leave you alone as you walked to the living room. One of your friends asked what happened, I said I didn’t know and was about to cry. She said she’d try to talk to you, and another of your friends who I had met for the first time that night said he needed a cigarette, but hates smoking alone. So he asked me to go outside with him and I said yes, giving you the space you asked for.

We sat outside chain smoking for almost an hour and a half before she came back out and said you weren’t saying anything. I hurried inside to ask what I did, and you moved away from me again, seeming angry now instead of sad. I begged you to talk to me and you told me we were going home to your house. I got scared. You had been drinking, and now you wanted to get in your car while angry to take us home. I didn’t know what to do, I just said okay and started collecting my things to go.

Your friend stepped in and told you no. She said that you were clearly upset and had drank, so she wasn’t going to let me get into the car with you. You angrily told her that you knew better, and that we were going home. She sternly told you “no, she’s clearly terrified of you right now. You’re upset about something that you refuse to talk to any of us about, and it seems like you’re angry with her. She is scared of YOU.” She stood in front of me when you tried to grab me, and told you to get your shit and get out of her house. That I could stay the night at her house that night instead. You called her a bitch, and slammed the door when you left. I cried and called my mom to come get me, while being surrounded by 22+ year olds who looked at me in pity, or concern. I didn’t tell her what happened, just that you weren’t feeling well so you wouldn’t be able to take me home.

The whole time I was at college, it felt like nothing I did could ever console you that I wasn’t cheating, or lusting, or doing anything you wouldn’t approve of.

I dropped out of college because I couldn’t stand you being hurt by me being so far away.

That winter, your friends wanted to have another hang out, this time at a different friends house. I noticed the friend who defended me wasn’t invited. I told you I was nervous but if you wanted to we could go.

We went and drank some more, and your friends started shit talking my brother to my face. I told them that they were wrong, or only had one side of the story, or half truths. No one listened, and you sided with them. They were criticizing and ostracizing him, and in turn doing so to me. I remembered I had brought some weed with me. Since none of your friends or you smoked I went out to smoke alone. I was having massive amounts of anxiety there, but I wasn’t going to stop you from having a good time with your friends. One of your friends followed me outside, and started apologizing on behalf of all of you. That he didn’t know the truth about any of it because he had never met my brother. Then he started making comments about my appearance. About how good I looked, and how pretty I was, and how kissable I looked when I was smoking. And then he leaned in. I stood up so fast I stumbled on the porch and almost fell down the step. He was 28. I was 19.

I went inside and talked to you separately in the hallway about what had just happened. You got angry, but not at him. You angrily packed our belongings and told them that we had to leave, because I was “creating drama again.”

We sat in your car in the snow and cold while you waited to feel sober enough to drive. I cried the whole car ride home. I could see the way you clutched the steering wheel, and had deep lines etched into your face, the anger carving its path into the perfect mask that made me fear for what you would say. But we drove in silence, accompanied by your music playing through the radio and my tears.

We went back to your house and went right to bed. Except you were on your phone the whole time. I asked what you were doing, because your phone kept dinging with notifications. You said it was nothing, and for me to just go to sleep. I asked you again, and you told me it was your ex. You guys were “role playing” via text, but “it isn’t anything sexual, it’s just casual cause we’re friends.”

I asked how long this had been going on, and you told me it wasn’t a big deal. I pried and pried, trying to understand why the woman who was “soooo terrible” to you was still a friend and why you guys had to be texting at 2 in the morning. You got upset and said that “I guess we can’t be friends anymore because you’re upset. I can’t believe I can’t just have friends. But fine if you want me to be miserable and have no friends then I won’t have friends anymore.” I walked out to the couch and cried alone, laying there restless for hours while you stayed in your room. We didn’t talk in the morning, you just told me to grab my things so you could take me home.

I got a job, and moved in with my sister. Things went well for a while, until a few days before Valentine’s Day, one month before our one year anniversary.

You had brought me home from class, and told me you were going to a party/hang out with your friends. I wasn’t invited. I told you to be safe, and let me know if you were staying at the friend’s or heading home after just so I knew you were okay. You kissed me and told me you loved me. You would let me know when you got there safely, and would text me when you could.

You never texted me until midnight that night, saying we needed to break up.

My world was shattered. Every time fragment embedding itself into my skin like glass slivers that I couldn’t get out. I begged you to tell me what I did wrong, what I could’ve done better. You said it wasn’t me, it was you. I needed to know what happened to make you leave.

You told me you weren’t in love with me anymore. We fucked a few nights prior and now all of a sudden you weren’t in love with me anymore? And when I asked how long, you admitted a couple months. You hadn’t loved me for MONTHS, and didn’t bother to tell me till then. And then you twisted the knife sticking out of my heart as you pushed it in deeper- you didn’t love me because you still loved your ex. You guys had been texting our entire relationship. The one you left to be with ME, the one you said you never talked to, the one you were “just friends with.”

I didn’t eat or leave my bed for three days. I had no friends anymore because you pulled me away from all of them. I had one friend who was still there for me, because he was friends with both of us, and I had introduced you to him. He came and sat with me in my room while I cried. He hugged me while I sobbed about how I didn’t know how I was going to move on without you. He slept over at my house comforting me because I couldn’t stand up without being overwhelmed by the grief of losing you. And what did you do? Go hang out with your friends like everything was perfectly fine. Meanwhile, my sister called my grandmother because she was scared by my not eating or drinking for three. Fucking. Days.

I started talking to someone new. We had a mutual friend from high school, and he tried to be a good friend, since I had lost almost all of them because of you. He didn’t care about trying to get with me or being in a relationship, he just wanted to make me feel better. He asked me to dinner and a movie so I would finally leave my room.

The day I was supposed to go, you asked me to hang out with you and your friends, claiming they were my friends too. I told you I couldn’t because I already had plans. You got mad. Told me that you were taking a long, long time to be single and get yourself sorted out, and you “couldn’t believe I was already going on a date when we broke up 10 days prior.”

Thanks to you, I almost told him I changed my mind. That I would rather rot away in my bed instead. But I didn’t. I decided to do it scared, and I am SO FUCKING GRATEFUL you pushed me away then, because I have him now.

He and I went out and had a great time. He made me laugh and smile when I thought I never could again. He made me feel pretty, and valuable, and worth the effort. I left my phone tucked away in my purse so I never saw the message you sent me, telling me you “hoped I was happy going on some date with a dude when you thought I was a lesbian.”

You kept trying to befriend me after that, constantly asking me to come hang out with you, or you and your friends. You tried hugging me like we were best friends. You even asked me if at some point in the future we could try again.

And I told you no.

I told you no because when I begged for you not to leave me, begged you to stay, cried and asked you what I could possibly do to get you back, you told me you wanted me to move on; that you couldn’t love me back the way I loved you, and that you weren’t sure you could even see us together ever again. “But we can still be friends right?” No, we fucking couldn’t. Because when he and I did start dating, you jumped my shit.

You told your friends I was so terrible to you. You told your ex you wanted her back and she REJECTED you because she moved on, so your next step? Try to come back to me. Telling me you feel oh so bad and you’re willing to try again. I told you I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do the back and forth with you anymore. Couldn’t be treated like a priority one day and like the dirt beneath your feet the next. You kept acting like me being hurt by you was my fault and that I was the bad guy. I was wrong for telling you how you hurt me. I was so tired of you telling me “if you think I don’t feel bad about it, then I’ll just kill myself. I’ll slit my wrists and die. I’ll slit my throat, and shoot myself.”

I was tired of you emotionally manipulating me into feeling bad for you. So I told you that you wouldn’t kill yourself, because if you really, truly felt that way, you wouldn’t be using that as a manipulation tactic and would have done it already.

I called you out for trying emotionally manipulate me again, and you told me to leave you alone. I was a “cold hearted selfish bitch,” and you never wanted to see me again.

I took that as my chance at freedom. I told you I was sorry, but that I was done being hurt by you.

A friend of yours I had never met before messaged me, telling me that how horrible I was for “mocking your suicidal talk” and that I knew nothing about you. And that it would be in MY best interest to apologize TO YOU and hope that even if you don’t accept the apology at that moment, you would accept it eventually.

My boyfriend messaged him and told him to leave me alone, showing him the screenshots of everything you said to me that you conveniently had left out of your screenshots to him. I told your friend he didn’t know the whole story, and since he clearly had no interest in hearing my side from me he could leave me alone, and I blocked him.

After that you started seeking me out when I would go to the grocery store where you worked, constantly asking me if we could just talk civilly. I told you no, I didn’t want to hear anything you had to say.

A few months later we tried to have a civil conversation, agreed on a meet up place and time, you telling me you’re “not scared” of my boyfriend. He realized it was a trap sooner than I did, but I couldn’t be certain. I made a post on my personal instagram, and you assumed it was about you. You told me the talk was off, and when I told you it wasn’t even about you, you jumped my case again. You couldn’t believe I was “still a cold hearted crazy bitch.”

I was done, and told you if you contacted me ever again I would file a report against you for harassment, because this whole time you were harassing me, your friends were harassing my boyfriend. But you “never told them anything bad” about me, right?

We broke up over 6 fucking years ago, and yet you want to keep treating me like the bad guy, running your mouth about me to anyone you can because I’m “so terrible.” Your mother called me a “little punk ass brat” and asked “now don’t you have a threesome or some kind of polyamorous relationship to fuck up?” Your mother, a grown ass woman, took the time out of her day to message 19 year old me, that stupid ass shit, just to get a rise out of me. I blocked her too.

So how about you grow the fuck up. You’re what, fucking 33? Time to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and acknowledge what a shitty person you are. Maybe then you’ll find closure you self centered, “woe-is-me” psychotic fucking cunt. I hope the next bitch treats you EXACTLY how you treated me.

[phantomcherub6]

It's rare that someone will ask me why I wear a bracelet with the name Maud on it, or that I usually pair it with this minty bracelet. They actually come from a fairly interesting story. Last year, I joined up with a discord server for a convention I like to go to, and in it, people like to share their cosplay wips. There was this amazing Pinkie Pie cosplayer who was sharing her progress, so naturally I had to tell her that her work was coming out amazing. We got chatting, I find out she's really cool, and we have a lot in common. As it would turn out, we share a favorite pony and a birthday! So we agree to meet up at the con, and it's gotta be the most silly looking thing ever. Because here she is as this beautiful, colorful Equestrian girl, and here I am as the dark, ink stained Sammy Lawrence. X'''D And we're walking down the hall, having a blast, along with her friend who has never been to a con before.

Now, as a part of her cosplay, she made a bunch of bracelets that have the names of various MLP characters. I really liked this, it felt very in character for Pinkie, like she WOULD make a bunch of bracelets like that. And then I noticed she had one for Maud Pie. That was the sweetest thing! I haven't super kept up with MLP FIM, but I watched through the point where Pinkie's sisters were introduced, and I love Maud a lot. Like, of course Pinkie would think of her sister. I complimented her on it, and then she offered it to me and wouldn't let me take no for an answer. X'''D I felt a little bad, I had some body paint on my arm that got into the grooves of the beads, and it's mostly washed off, but what's left serves as a reminder of that day.

The day after, I was doing something nerve wracking. I signed up for the cosplay masquerade, meaning I was going to be performing in front of an audience for the first time in cosplay. It was an amazing experience, absolutely no regrets. I wanna do it again! When I went in for rehearsal, the gaggle of us that were there were cheering each other on so much! It was a great time. My voice was so raw after that. XD Before I could leave, another cosplayer came up to me and gave me the green bracelet. I don't know what fandom she was from, but she had this warrior princess vibe, and her skit was wonderful.

I wear these bracelets often because they remind me of how much fun that weekend was, and all the cool people I met. I felt bad that I didn't have anything to give them back, but both assured me that was fine. For them, it was sharing that was fun. Well, this past summer, I was out garage sailing, because you never know what you'll find, and wouldn't you know it, I struck gold. There was a lady who sold me her old beading supplies for $3, and in that menagerie of beads were letters. I never did much with letter beads as a kid, which was the last time I made bracelets like this. But now, I was struck with an idea. I went home, washed everything I got, and then I sat there with my mom watching a concert on the TV while sorting out the letters. I spelled as many Bendy character names as I could with the letters I had, and I decided that for the next con, I would make bracelets tied to my cosplays to share. Bendy made a lot of sense since I had a lot of black. It made my weekend to have someone do that for me, so this time, I'm gonna make someone else's weekend. So far I've made a number for TADC, and we'll get back to the Bendy ones too. I'm so pumped, I have these old pony beads that are white-ish, and they glow in the dark AND change color under UV light. So I'm pairing them with the Bendy designs, because it gives me vibes of the ending of Dark Revival, with Wilson's colorful ink. It's gonna be so much fun! I dunno if anyone will be into it, but hey, we're in it for the fun. 🧡