do you ever read a piece of fanfic that is just so fucking spectacular that makes you actually feel things?
boy, i swear to god, i’m so goddamn grateful for every single one of you writers, yall literally giving us entertainment for free almost every goddamn week; and this is not only for those gracious magnificent bastards that are practically gods because they’ve perfected (and keep developing) their craft, this is also to that little (and equally amazing) writer that is just starting and might not be the best at it, you my friend keep writing because practice makes perfect, don’t stop writing if that’s what makes you happy. i just want all of yall to know that i appreciate you so goddamn much and yall the fucking best
to every fanfic writer out there: i love you, u crazy motherfucker
I’ve been in the cosplay community for about a year now and while the idea of cosplaying and putting costumes together is great, you know what’s not so great?
The RIDICULOUS amount of bullying.
The fact that there are cosplay groups MADE for people to trash other cosplayers/photographers.
The massive rape culture that takes place at conventions, including sexual harassment.
The racism within the community, including cultural appropriation.
The slut shaming within the community.
The fact that victims have to suffer in silence because they’re worried that police won’t take it seriously.
I keep hearing horrific story after horrific story from people talking about what was done to them - shit that is criminal. And they put up with it because they don’t think anyone can help them or that anyone will care.
I have, myself, been stalked for the past year by a “famous” cosplayer, who’s actually tried to show up at photo shoots I’m at before and sent me threats. Another cosplayer messaging photographers I work with in an effort to try to ruin my modeling career, or trying to isolate me from my friends and support systems. This stuff is FUCKED UP. It’s ABUSIVE. And the really fucked up part is how scared I’ve been to talk about it for fear that no one would take it seriously because “it’s just cosplay.”
The fact that my story IS NOT UNIQUE IS FUCKED UP.
I’m shaking as I write this because I know the second I post it that I’ll get some form of retaliation from one of my bullies, whether it be another threat or more photographers getting messages about me being an ass or more rumors being spread (for those of you who heard I’m a cr*zy d*ke - that ones kinda true. The one about me hating people with mental illnesses? Not so much.) But I have too many friends who have resigned to being miserable, having horrible anxiety, and feeling powerless in their life because they feel like they can’t say anything.
It needs to stop. And I’m done staying quiet about it.
So what I want to say to both of my bullies:
ENOUGH. Stop checking my pages, stop keeping tabs on me, stop trying to isolate me, stop trying to figure out where I’m going to be and showing up there. Just walk away. I am NOT a threat to you. I just want to dress up as fictional characters in peace for fucks sake.
To people who are suffering from cosplay bullies:
YOU ARE NOT ALONE AND IT IS TIME TO SPEAK. These people do not stop until you stand up for yourself. Forget the “forgiveness” and “turn the other cheek” bullshit. Silence is giving your tacit approval of what’s happening to you, and it’s not going to stop until you say something. Keep records and screenshots of everything that has happened, and don’t just sit and wallow. There are people that support and love you but they will never know they you need their support and love until you say something.
but don’t assume she is the devil because she made this mistake
and don’t try to invalidate taylor’s feminism because she stupidly thought a tweet was about her when it wasn’t
recognize anaconda’s impact
don’t slut shame nicki
don’t hate on taylor
don’t hate on nicki
don’t hate on anyone
don’t make it a competition between fans
discuss the real issue because I bet nicki would prefer that we discussed what she was trying to point out than trying to destroy taylor which is only taking the focus out of what nicki was trying to talk about
im so sick of the whole “who has it worst” mentality. “trans women have it worse than trans men!” “pansexuals have it worse than bisexuals!” “gay people have it worse than PoC!” like. who fucking cares who has it “worst”. this is REAL LIFE not the fucking oppression olympics and y’all treating it like that isn’t helping anyone and is turning minorities against eachother when we should be supporting eachother
Another woman’s beauty is not the absence of your own
I will reblog this every time I see it.
Important.
Line-senpai, what did you think of the P5 trailer? It looks really promising on the theme of Phantom Thief! Looks like P5 Mc isn't as innocent as we thought he was!
Ok, so story time. I have never experienced a point in time where this was as powerful and as obvious as my freshman opening week back in college. They group everyone off and make you talk, people introduce themselves right and left, everyone talks about hobbies, and to me there was just this really cool vibe of, “Yeah, it’s easy to make friends, everyone is cool, yay!”
This quickly went away when I began to notice a disturbing pattern. I’d spend a while talking to someone only to mention something about my boyfriend (who by the way is now my husband) who also was starting at the same university with me. Usually along the lines of, “Yeah, me and my boyfriend both do this medieval fighting reenactment thing, it’s super fun. We’re hoping to start a club here,” because that’s pretty much all I could talk about at that point in my life. Almost immediately the face of the guy I was talking to would go from smiling and friendly to openly hostile, and he’d be like, “You have a boyfriend?” And after I gave any sort of affirmation, the person would instantly walk away and never speak to me again.
I was on a campus where the guy to girl ratio was 5 to 1, so as you might imagine, this happened to me way too fucking much in the span of a week. I was so fucking upset over it I remember sitting in my dorm alone in the evenings trying not to cry, feeling like an idiot and wondering why I wasn’t good enough for people to want to be friends with. A majority of my friends in high school had been guys, so the fact that these guys were solely interested in getting laid rather than making friendships really hurt (not to mention made me question a lot of the friendships with guys I already had). I had never made friends with girls easily (still don’t), and I was originally pretty pumped with the guy to girl ratio just because I much prefer to hang around men, so realizing that none of them would want anything to do with me unless it was for sexual reasons made me incredibly pessimistic about what my friendships would look like for the next four years.
However, there was ONE GUY the whole week who stuck around and stayed my friend. He ended up being good friends with both me and my boyfriend. We hung out all the time, joined the same clubs, went to parties together, etc. At the end of sophomore year, he actually came to visit our hometown (my boyfriend and I grew up in the same town but had attended different schools) and even stayed at my family’s house in the guest room. I was super pumped, because I saw him as a really good friend to both me AND my boyfriend. We were going to have like five whole days to hang out and show him the town, right? Come to find out, the only reason he’d been friends with me the entire time was because he was waiting for me to break up with my boyfriend so he could date me, and when that hadn’t happened after two years he actually gotmad at me while I was letting him stay in my fucking house. He spent the rest of his stay telling me what a horrible person I was, how terrible my boyfriend was for me, and making me feel physically uncomfortable in my own home— literally telling me I owed him something for the two years he “put up with me.” To make a long story short, we haven’t spoken now in five years, and I don’t regret that at all.
Like I get it, the friendzone sucks, no one likes rejection. But holy fuck, I would much rather be rejected sexually than be rejected as an entire human being.
This is the story of a geeky anime/gaming gal by the name of Chibi. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for... some sort of ride? Oh! I love to write, and I also love doing crafty things. I go to conventions with my partner and sell woodburned things, clocks, mirrors, and more! So expect to see those on here too :)
