Hey! My name is Haley, 16, Nerdfighter, mulitifandom, my main fandoms being Doctor Who, Sherlock, and Welcome to Night Vale. I love alternative rock, some of my favorites are Foster The People, The Black Keys, and Lorde. I love any thing Disney and Disney World. Ask me anything!
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So i have this giant pencil right
I think we all know where this is going.
the amount of people saying that they were expecting me to shove it up my ass is alarming
my mom asked me to move the photos from her iPhone to her computer and I found this.
Cosplay all the things…because u can!
Unless you’re fat like me.
FUCK THAT SHIT, DUDE
YOU ARE FUCKING FABULOUS COSPLAY WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT
IF YOU HAVE TO MODIFY A COSTUME SO YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE WEARING IT, DO THAT! IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE 100% EXACTLY LIKE THE CHARACTER’S IF YOU ROCK IT LIKE THE GODDAMN CHAMP YOU ARE
AND IF ANYONE MAKES YOU FEEL BAD FOR COSPLAYING YOU PUNCH THEM IN THE DICK AND SHIT ON EVERYTHING THEY LOVE BECAUSE YOU ARE A GODDAMN RAY OF SUNSHINE AND THEY CAN GO TO HELL
The bolded bit there? I feel like that advice is beautiful for SO MANY SITUATIONS.
everyone: are you okay
everyone: you look tired
everyone: you look upset
everyone: you look confused
everyone: are you mad at me
everyone: what happened to you
everyone: are you sick
me: IT'S MY FACE
So Gavins wearing a suit jacket in this photo right?
But not in this one. But you know who’s wearing a suit jacket instead?
Achievement Hunter princesses feat. Griffon because Jack was the only one to say “no” all weekend.
But y’know that’s okay because this was so much fun and they’re all fantastic people and my sore muscles are totally worth it.
They were the prettiest princesses at the ball
*whispers quietly in the corner*
jack probably didnt want you to hurt yourself trying
*curls into a ball*
im sure he wanted to he was probably just being nice
*covers head with hands*
hes really nice
at a hella cool castle
the groom channeled Thranduil and the Baratheons
the bridesmaids were elf maidens
the court jester and town crier were there
the cakes were gorgeous
luckily a friar was passing through town who was able to officiate (“mawwaige,” he said, “is what bwings us togevver today”)
the bride’s chariot was pulled by the most beautiful creature
unfortunately, as with all medieval weddings, there is the dragon problem