just taking a brief break from doing them

anonymous asked:

lately i've found myself actively disliking wearing cosplay. i still enjoy making costumes and talking shop with other cosplayers, but the joy i used to feel while wearing what i've made has died a lot. have you ladies ever gone through this? is there a way to get that feeling back?

Absolutely. This was me to a T for a solid two or so years, from Madoka all the way to Fire Emblem just last year, which was weird considering I used to jump at literally any excuse to get in costume. Getting out of it is really about getting to the bottom of why you started to feel that way, though, and what your priorities are. For me, it was three things –– being so tired of a project that by time I finished it I loathed the idea of putting it on, starting to feel my age in costumes designed for characters in their early teens, and feeling tired of conventions in general. Here’s how I got it back: 

I decided to stop taking on projects I wasn’t really passionate about. After Overwatch and Inuyasha (which we committed to last year) we have no plans for big groups where everyone picks a character regardless of interest level. Since I do the bulk of the planning and sewing for our groups, I felt I had to lessen the load on myself in order to enjoy making costumes for myself again, so going forward we’re going to be structuring groups a little differently. A big part of this is not investing hundreds of hours into costumes I don’t care for, as it takes time away from the things I actually do want to make AND wear. I feel like there’s a huge pressure in the community to constantly have new finished costumes and that’s way too stressful and takes away my enjoyment of the craft when everything is about rapid turnover.

I confronted the fact that I am not a teenager anymore. I’m not youthful person and I have never looked young for my age, so it stands to reason that I didn’t feel convincing dressed as a fourteen year old. I took the “anyone can cosplay anything” philosophy too far and pushed myself out of my comfort zone when I really didn’t need to, and it had the adverse effect of making me feel like Sakaki in the swamp instead of feeling cute. As a result, I don’t do schoolgirls and idols and magical girls so much anymore. Now, I’m working on embracing cosplaying older or more mature-looking characters that I used to really want to do when I was younger. The new motto, spiritually jacked from Ratatouille: anyone can cosplay anything, but it doesn’t mean everyone will feel great in anything.

As for conventions: this took some finagling. One, it took starting to go to conventions outside of our usual haunts. After 10+ years, Anime North and FanExpo feel tired. Absolutely EXHAUSTING. It’s the same thing every year, and the conventions have stagnated so much that I feel like just about everyone goes out of habit rather than any real excitement or joy for it. I mean, if we’re going exclusively for a reason to dress up, why not go shooting for a weekend with friends or something? So we branched out and started going to American cons. It’s been phenomenal, honestly, and going to cons outside our area has made me relish conventions like new again. Going to Katsucon was the most fun I’ve had at a convention since my very first one, honestly! And a part of that is part two: meeting new people. I’ve been a hermit for yeaaaaars in the cosplay community, seldom venturing outside this tumblr and whatnot, but this past year I’ve started making a lot of close friends through social media and it really hypes me up to wear costumes and go to conventions again, as I’m sharing it with new friends whose vibrancy, passion and excitement is infectious. (Shout out here to Krista, Christen, Max, Bono, Tori, Mia, Tracey and the many others too numerous to name but all equally loved who have given me reason to love this hobby again in the past year!)

Anyway: I care again. I haven’t felt so excited for my upcoming costumes (Mercy, Luna and InuYasha!) in a decade.

- Jenn

If it’s a costume I don’t feel very good enough, yeah, I’ll be meh about it, but I try to find costumes I’m super passionate about because it makes all the difference! Like, I felt OK in Sailor Mars, but she wasn’t my favourite scout, so it was natural to not feel as passionate about it. But I feel amazing in Sumia because I feel I can portray her very well, so I find something I’ll feel so good in, and I had a hand in. I like projects that are my niche and that I’ll look so good in!

For me it was also the reverse for a long time –– I didn’t like making them because I was scared of learning to sew but I liked to wear them. Now that I’m learning to sew I’m a lot more excited because I feel that much more connected to it.

- Emmy

If you enjoy making costumes but just don’t want to wear them, you can take a break. Make costumes for other people for a while, or work on real clothes or something different from what you’re burned out on. That’s what I did when I felt it; I said whatever, I’ll just sew other stuff. The best thing you can do is try something else for a while until you find a project that motivates you again.

- Christine

The ladies have pretty much said everything that could be said perfectly, but here are some of my experiences. I’ve had a very brief stint with cosplay compared to others, but the ups and downs have not eluded me. While I had always wanted to cosplay, I guess I never wanted to do it alone. I was always timid to go to cons by myself and never felt strong enough to venture into making costumes on my own. Meeting my friend Erin changed that completely because I met somebody who wanted to be a part of it with me. Suddenly it was this wave of going hard on making things I never thought I would make even though I can look back on it now and see how terribly I made things hahaha. I started with my Cass Cain Batgirl and Chell from Portal. Two crazy starts for me personally as I had never sewed, worked with acrylic, vinyl, fibreglass and bondo. Making them felt invigorating! However, over time, my living and financial situations didn’t really allow for me to have creative space (4-6 adults in an apartment, yikes!). I also went hard into my work so my passions kind of fell to the wayside. Erin moved away to a different continent for a couple of years, but she’s back now woo! I didn’t have many other friends I felt close enough to and as Jenn previously said, Fan Expo and Anime North don’t inspire much creativity or a fresh, exciting environment so even if I went with other friends, it was just going through the motions. I wasn’t inspired to attempt to learn more. I didn’t feel like any characters really connected with me and the ones that did, like Shepard from Mass Effect, I was too scared to attempt alone. Little by little, I fell out of it. I didn’t want solo projects, I wanted to be a part of something.

Joining the Dangerous Ladies has completely rejuvinated my love for it. The first group project I joined was for Sailor Moon, how could I not be excited to do one of my first loves? Lucina has given me life, I could do version after version of her and wear her for years, I absolutely adore her. The thought of being Ana from Overwatch and doing an Inuyasha cosplay (Sango) excites me to no end. I’m more brave and have more opportunities and motivation to learn more. I’ve already learned so much in the few years being with them and WANT to learn more! The passion is back. My love for gaming and anime feels alive again in a way I can visually express it. The new cons we’ve ventured to have been phenomenal and the people we have met have been such an inspiration and so much damn fun to be around. Finding the right people to be around, work, and travel with has been so important for me to find my love for cosplay again and I am so happy that I found it.

All this rambling comes to this: Find out what the source of your distaste for it is. What drove you to love cosplaying in the first place? Find that drive and source of inspiration and love. Search for new ventures that will motivate you to try out new things! All the best!

- Shazz

My Girl

Originally posted by sangsterseyes

Requested by anonymous:

“Could you do a newt imagine where after all the gladers get out of the maze, and the reader is separated from them with Teresa, and newt goes out of his mind until he finally gets her back? (You can choose how/when he gets her back)”

Warnings: Angst, fluff, film spoilers?? (idk)

It was like a blur. One minute you were crying over Chuck’s death, the next you were being pushed by uniform clad men into the blinding light. 

The scorching sun beat down on you as you squinted to try and get accustomed to the light. In the panic of things you lost your grip on Newt as you stumbled on the sand. A split second of sheer panic swept through you as you looked for him but couldn’t see him. Newt was the one person who had helped you get through the maze and come out the other side with your sanity intact. He’d saved you from yourself and the threats the maze brought more times than you could count. He was your rock and you’d be lost without him.

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Save Our Last Goodbye 4/7

Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Prompt: Save Our Last Goodbye - Disturbed

Word Count: 

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Cheating, Daddy kink, Bisexuality, Poly-relationship

A/N: You’re probably thinking, oh god, she’s done it again. And again, I apologize. Anyways, this is my first time writing smut. It was a scary and long journey, but I did it! HOORAH!

PS. To anyone who doesn’t wish to read this as a reader incert fic. I’m also slowly posting it on my fanfiction.net account, iChuckles. So far I only have Part 1 and 2 posted. 

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

Originally posted by yalica

Hands and lips were everywhere as the two of you stumbled from the elevator, down the hall and into your room. Fumbling with the knob he pushed you in once it was open before slamming it shut with his foot once inside. With his hands on your hips he wasted no time in picking you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist before he spun you around and slammed you against the door. At the rough way for which he was handling you, you let out a throaty moan with one hand clawing at his back and the other tangled in his hair. 

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anonymous asked:

hey anne! i hope you're doing a bit better after your mental health break! this question isn't urgent at all, so take your time. i know you're busy. i was wondering how to make a study guide. i've never actually made one to use, i usually just study from my notes but idk this seems beneficial. thanks for the help.

Thank you!

I’ll make a longer video addressing this very topic in a few weeks, but a brief overview of how I make study guides:

  1. Get out your notes, PowerPoint printouts, textbook, handouts, worksheets, whatever and have them in one place
  2. Organize info. For history, I’ll usually organize chronologically, whereas for math or science, I’ll organize by topic
  3. Get a blank slate. Butcher paper, a whiteboard, a Word document, a sheet of lined/unlined/graph paper–whatever works best for you.
  4. Start reading. Find out where your notes and the textbook line up. Make connections between the concepts you learned in class and the practice problems in your homework. Summarize the important points from each lecture your teacher gave.
  5. Synthesize. Got all that figured out? Good. Now write it down. Draw from multiple sources and compile that information on your study guide.

Some other tips:

  • Use colors. Not only will your study guide be prettier to look at, but it will also be easier to read and remember.
  • Draw pictures. If you’re a visual person, charts and diagrams will work wonders.

Hope this is good enough for now. I’ll make a video explaining more later. (Or at least a post with lots of pictures.)

Ghostbusters' Leslie Jones 'wasn't embarrassed' when her nude photos leaked

It’s safe to say that 2016 hasn’t been the kindest to actress Leslie Jones, with the 49-year-old star facing scrutiny after appearing in the Ghostbusters remake and becoming a target of racist and sexist abuse online.

In August, Leslie’s personal information was stolen and hackers posted nude photos of the star to her personal website alongside her social security details.

Now Leslie has hit back at the cyber attack like a queen, insisting that she wasn’t too upset that the intimate images have been shared as she is “comfortable” with who she is.

Speaking during the ‘Weekend Update’ segment of 'Saturday Night Live’, the star explained: “I was recently hacked myself.

"All they did was release some nude pics of me which is nothing because, I don’t know if y’all know this about me, but I ain’t shy.

"I am very comfortable with who I am. I am an open book. I keep my porn in a folder labeled ‘porn.’ If you wanna see Leslie Jones naked, just ask.

"What I’m trying to say is if you want to hurt anybody these days, you’re going to have to way more than leak their nudes or call them names. You can’t embarrass me more than I’ve embarrassed myself.”

Is anybody else wondering if it is possible to love Leslie any more? Because she just absolutely slayed.

Originally posted by nbcsnl

The star also opened up about her decision to take a brief break from Twitter over the summer after she was targeted by trolls, adding: “Do you think some words on the internet can hurt me?

"I once had a crazy b*tch try to beat me with a shovel at a bus stop because I took her spot on the bench. Now that’s a troll! Real trolls ain’t tappin’ on keyboards; they swingin’ shovels.”

And that, ladies and gentleman, is how to respond to Internet bullies like a true pro.

The Scientific Benefits of Shooting Stars

IDK this is just a drabble I thought of when I was lamenting how I didn’t have anyone to watch the meteor shower with tonight. Hope you enjoy!

Words: 1500ish

Rating: S for so fluffy you’l see STARS

Emma Swan’s alarm seemed exponentially more annoying this morning than any other.

Oh, right. Because it wasn’t morning, exactly. Why exactly was she getting out of bed at 2:30am?

“Mom, mom, mom! Are you ready? Can we go?” Henry’s voice was dripping with excitement and wonder and happiness and it was just impossible to be cranky about the time when her son was so full of joy.

Yeah, her morning shift at the sheriff station was going to be particularly caffeinated once true morning actually arrived – but it was worth it.

“Yeah, kid. Just let me grab a sweatshirt.”

Henry had been looking forward to the meteor shower for weeks – ever since Miss Blanchard had covered the astronomy section in her fourth grade summer camp. They learned all about the planets and distant suns and black holes and by the end of the first week of the unit, Emma had no fewer than four stargazing apps on her phone, each counting down to the best stargazing event of the year – the Perseid meteor shower.

The Swans were fairly new to the town of Storybrooke – they’d just moved there from Boston at the beginning of the year – but their apartment was near the top of the tallest hill for miles, so they didn’t have to go far to find the perfect vantage point. They’d stumbled on the exact best spot – a nice dirt pullover next to a tree-less field – on a walk one afternoon as the sun was setting, the unobstructed view of the pink-yellow-orange bursting sundown one of the most beautiful sights Emma had ever seen.

Emma wiped the sleep from her eyes and they shuffled out the door and into her yellow Bug, a stack of books in Henry’s backpack and a shining smile on his face. The roads were entirely empty – who the hell would be out at 2:35 on a weeknight anyway – but no sooner had the thought crossed Emma’s mind than she had to swallow it.

Their little secret spot had been commandeered, it seemed.

A shiny black motorcycle was perched squarely in the center of the dirt pullover, a leather jacket clad stranger leaning gingerly against it.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve and Sam taking a brief break from the Great Bucky Hunt 2k14 to go to the Wilson family reunion. Sam's nieces and nephews are ecstatic to meet Captain America, but Steve makes sure to tell them just how awesome Falcon is, too. Sam's mother tells Steve they're all glad he's joining them this year as she hands him another slice of pie. It's a nice, welcoming feeling, but also a little bittersweet since Steve's only living family is currently doing all he can to avoid them, it seems...

Sam’s mother makes the best the best strawberry rhubarb pie Steve’s ever had. It’s almost July. Steve thinks about the apple pie that Bucky made, so many years ago, when they were out on their own. They hadn’t been able to afford enough sugar, but the apples had been sweet, so it had tasted okay. The crust had been really nice, surprisingly flaky though it had been made with Crisco.

Looking across the kitchen into the living room, Steve can see Sam, sitting on the couch talking with his younger sister, a baby in his lap and a child climbing on his shoulders.

It has nothing to do with Sam; nothing to do with his family; but when Steve looks back at Sam’s mother, there’s a deep ache in his chest. She smiles at him, her eyes sad like she knows how he feels, and reaches across the table to squeeze his hand.

“Whoever it is,” she tells him, her voice low like they’re talking about secrets, “they’ll come back to you. I know they will.”

And if Steve chooses to believe her, well, who can blame him?