I went as marmora Keith but I got to the photoshoot at the very end. the people running it were really nice!! and asked me if there was anyone I wanted a picture with and I was really nervous but ended up asking if a shiro wanted to take one with me and this is how I ended up with the first two I can’t believe,,, thanks to the two shiros for joining me!
also someone suggested we do the pose where Keith is like half conscious and hanging onto shiro so that’s why I look dead in the second one lmao
The LEDs didn’t really show outside, but they look really bright indoors! That’s my good friend as pidge in the last one with me
“Sometimes you end up with the person you least expect.”
Cell phone pics I liked from Sakuracon. Also known as ‘waiting for our turn during the Voltron photo shoot.’ There were soooo many good paladin armor cosplay, props, and overall cool people. (о´∀`о)
Hopefully we can #formvoltron and have a full group next time we hang out. *-*
Ok, get ready for the cutest con story you’ll ever hear!
So on the last day of Anime Masturi we were at a booth buying some Undertale Charms. While checking out Fell!Sans felt a tug on their jacket. They turned around to see an amazing little Original Sans cosplayer. The little Sans asked if they could get a picture. Of course we had to get a photo with this cool dude, so Fell!Sans turned to get Swap!Papyrus’ attention. Swap!Papyrus turned around and greeted the little Sans, and you could almost see the gears turning in the kid’s head. He slowly lifted up his mask and asked,
“Are you guys TheNobles?”
We were so surprised that all we could do was nod, and the little Sans went crazy. He ran around his mother yelling and celebrating. He was SO CUTE! We ended up getting a ton of pictures with him and signed some papers for him.
Swap!Papyrus even tried to steal him… Sadly they had to return him.
But this little Sans made our trip to Matsuri 10000000000000% better. YOU GO KID!
on the physical stuff about being a parent – the poopy diapers, the snot, the throw-up, the fall halfway down the stairs, the heart-attacky wobbliness of learning to ride a bike. But that shit is EASY. The hard part – the hardest, the realest, the least escapable and most important part – is the emotional weight you – YOU, and you alone – have to carry, the fact that you are responsible for their emotional and mental well-being, that the entire family sinks or floats on your ability to fucking paddle even when your shoulders ache, your brain is misfiring, your heart hurts too. Everything you say, every time you sigh, every eyeroll behind your partner’s back, every “ … what, honey.” that they hear – every one of those is part of their emotional sediment, the bedrock of their lives.