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Cosplaying with your parents around - starting the hobby

Cosplay is a wonderful expression of creativity, but if you’re a minor still living at home, having a parent around can a tad trying. 

For some, getting their parents on board can be difficult. You may feel like your parents are giving you the “weird eye” and being generally unsupportive. If that’s the case, you might want to have a talk with them: 

Let them know what this is

Parents (or friends) may see cosplay as a childish activity that involves making Halloween a year-round event. You can help make them understand cosplay is more than that. Cosplay can be casual, it can be competitive, it can be fun, but it can also be serious. Regardless, cosplayers are passionate doing what they do and helping your parents see your passion will go a long way. 

You may also want to introduce them to the fandom that you’re cosplaying from. I know that my sister and I spent a while explaining the oddities of anime when we were starting on our first cosplays (e.g. yes, I know he’s got bright blonde hair and wears a neon-orange jumpsuit, but I swear he’s a ninja….) 

Explain the benefits of cosplay

  • Whether you are buying or making your cosplay, it forces you to use skills that will be useful in real life: working a budget, time management, negotiating/bargaining (if doing commissions), setting goals, and delivering results by a certain deadline.
  • Think of all the useless things you could be doing with your time rather than cosplaying: texting/tweeting, mindlessly surfing the Internet, lazing around the house etc. 

  • Cosplay has a thriving community with many friendly people - there are thousands of chances to meet new people, both online and in real life. Emphasize the networking possibilities. 

Make it clear that you have your priorities straight

Parents may be worried that you’ll go for cosplay over studying, chores, work etc. This cannot be the case - real world responsibilities come first. Let you parents know this and then follow through! I cannot stress enough that you need to prioritize smartly.

Get them involved

You might be surprised at how interested they get - also, you never know what tricks they have up their sleeves. For example, my dad loves taking photos, so now I go to him whenever I want some high-quality basic shots of my costumes. 

B1A4 will wake up one morning to find their wardrobes ransacked. Most of their most treasured abominations are gone, like their bucket hats, denim jumpsuits, neon plaid overalls, and comically-sized bow ties. They are devastated.

Everyone’s Halfas!

Danny closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing as his sister and his parents filed into the room. He felt like he could look everywhere but the table, with Jazz, Maddie, and Jack silent… waiting. (With Jack in his extra-large chair.)

After a few seconds of silence, he took his seat.
“So, Danny?” Jack asked, “You said you needed to… tell us something?”
Danny looked straight ahead. There was no turning back now.

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Scale it up, in fact. Why is everyone dressed in jeans and T-shirts to begin with? What happened to the good old days of ruffs and pantaloons and burlap rags and samurai armor and mammoth hides and Zubaz and those giant rings that stretch out your neck? Because for all intents and purposes everyone you are ever likely to meet in industrialized society dresses pretty much exactly the same, because clothes are this now, and 500 years from now when we’re all in neon jumpsuits with big rubbery sleeves, because it’s the only fucking thing they stock at the ultraHyperpaceMall. We’ll look at megaPhotos in virtualBooks of the 21st century with its old-timey non-self-cleaning fabric drapings, and we’ll not be able to draw any conclusions about individual people, because they all look the same. If you don’t believe me, then look at people from previous eras and note how they all might as well be the same person, how the only way to ascertain what medieval peasant #547 thought about the lower field drainage was to ask him, because looking told you nothing because everyone has always dressed like everyone else, a massive veneer of sameness spread over entire civilizations. And thus, judging by appearance has always been as pointless as it is now.

4 Reasons Judging Based On Appearances Never Works

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You Don’t Know Him Like I Do

[Blondie here! Gah, I had some angry feels and I came up with this at around 3 AM on my birthday because I couldn’t sleep! Hopefully this isn’t as terrible as I think it is! Also I’d like to thank Taylor Swift for her song in which the title came from. Without her constant boyfriend songs, I wouldn’t have had a cool name! ]

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my apush teacher went on a rant a while ago and he said ‘suspension is the stupidest school punishment because it punishes people who dont want to be in school anyway.“

and then he said 'if it was up to me, i’d make them wear a neon green jumpsuit for a week. because if there’s anything a teenager hates, it’s standing out against the crowd’ and i just thought that was really profound

The Walking Broomstick

A/N: For my CS Secret Santa, scribblecat27! Even though I’ve only been talking to you for about a week and a half now, it’s been a pleasure getting to know you. Also, this wasn’t supposed to be 4000 words, but I had a lot of fun writing it. Slightly AU/slightly canon/all the fun of meeting in a mysterious tavern that crosses time and realms. Enjoy! Happy Holidays! Merry CS Feels! :]


She stalks the cold streets of the Historic Trail. During the summer, this place is crawling with tourists. It’s nearly impossible to drive, and like any true Bostonian she knows better than to try unless she absolutely has to, and even then she would drive badly enough to warrant the nickname Masshole. You had to be if you wanted to get anywhere down there, or anywhere else in the city’s labyrinthine one-way streets.

But this time of year, it’s empty. Most people are at home, celebrating Christmas Eve with their families, eating roast turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce. Emma’s mouth waters just thinking about it. With a sigh, she throws her take-out into a nearby trash can. There’s no point in carrying around leftover Chinese when you’re planning on going out and getting drunk.

Maybe now, in some alternate universe, she’s gathered around the TV with a son and husband, or walking the snow-free streets of Tallahassee to look at the lights, or laughing about their desire for a white Christmas that’s not the cottony stuff they put on display at the mall. God, if Christmas Eve isn’t the worst night to be haunted by memories and possibilities, nothing is.

The first bar she comes across will have to do.

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