Liz's Rules of Cosplay - The New Testament
I found an article earlier today on facebook that was being shared around. According to those friends of mine who shared it, it was being shared for all the wrong reasons. It's linked in the description below. Please read it before continuing on.
Read it? All of it? *ahem* Good. Now then...
Here's my problem with this. Other than the fact that this person is, at very least, a judgmental, big-headed, tactless snob of an elitist, my overlaying issue with this article is that this person has taken something that she calls several times as an "artform" and makes it, not about the art, but about how people who are bad at said art are offending HER. This article isn't an essay to make potential first-time cosplayers better. This is an article about some snobby, stuck up bitch with a superiority complex telling everyone that they'd better shape up and learn themselves somethin' before it really gets on her nerves.
Lady. Your tits. Calm them. I bet you weren't a star seamstress at fourteen. I
The Writer's HellThe Writer woke up from a deep refreshing sleep. He was so full of ideas that he was itching to get to work. With that same eagerness, he leapt out of bed ... But wait a moment, where was he? This was certainly not HIS room; his room was not covered entirely in wood paneling. This was not his bed.The Writer's Hell in Short Stories More Like This
Around the room, several objects were scattered. A bucket of paint and a brush; pen and a large blank book; a computer and several other items that looked too advanced for him to grasp their concepts.
'What on Earth?' the Writer said.
'Welcome,' said a voice from behind the Writer.
The Writer spun around and looked for the source of the voice. The bed had disappeared and there was a short man where the bed was. Or was ther ever a bed to begin with? The Writer was confused.
'Fear not,' said the man, 'for I have seen the wonders of your craft, and have brought you here so that you can work on it.'
'Are you my muse?' the Writer asked.
'Something like that,' the man said as his eyes darted around
FanArt Feature! 2014first time I'm doing this and I'm going to kick it off with the fan art I received Last Year.and after this journal I will continue the Fanart Feature by Months!FanArt Feature! 2014 in Personal More Like This
and remember with this feature it gets u a free feature :3
now for the FanArt!
Pitter Birthday gift :D by Nightmare-Loon
Pitter of the ashes by Katputze-REQUEST- Pitter Paint by PlentyreesHeroes in a Halfshell, PONY POWER! by KittyCuddleCakesNightmare Night Contest Entry by Nightmare-Loon:Contest entry: PitterPaint by MissLazzyI wanna be a Mousekatter not a Fairy! by Leanarda
The End of Summer... [GIVE-A-WAY] by gigandjettRequest: Pitterpaint by DormantFlamePitters by SoleilDaiRequest: Pitter Paint by rivalcatPitter by AquaticalavitaLolly's Candy Company by StarBurst-01Chibi Pitterpaint by Nightmare-LoonLate welcome back by IluvvanellopeDA idols- 2 by ClariteePitter Paint (request) by Claritee
DamagedWe are all damaged goods in our own little ways,Damaged in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each one has been hurt throughout our fleeting days.
The smiles have hidden, the tears have been shed,
Some for the broken, the hurting, the dead.
We look to ourselves and want a new life,
One without memory of our past strife.
We look to another, wishing we were them,
Little knowing themselves they too would condemn.
We're all damaged goods, each one hurt and used,
We've all been depressed, forsaken, abused.
No one is different and no one escapes,
For sadness comes in all sizes and shapes.
But the days will come when we hold our heads high,
Our joy shall return and our eyes will be dry.
When we look to each other and begin to discuss,
We'll find everyone is as damaged as us.
'Twas the Night Before Hearth's WarmingTomorrow was Hearth's Warming, and all through the tree,'Twas the Night Before Hearth's Warming in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not one creature stirred in that library.
The socks had been hung on the one fireplace,
In hopes that the princess would soon show her face.
In his bed sleeping sound was baby dragon Spike,
He was looking forward to tomorrow, the scaled little tyke.
Now I in my covers & Owlowiscious on his perch,
Both settled our brains from a day of research.
When out in the village a ruckus arose,
One that awoke me from my comfy doze.
I arose from my slumber and went to the window,
and looked out on the town that was covered in snow.
The moonlight gleamed bright on our quiet town,
All signs of yesterday the snowfall did drown.
When, what do my wondering eyes soon spy,
But a pure black sleigh pulled by eight pegasi!
The snow started swirling in a blinding typhoon,
And I knew it must be the princess of the moon.
Going into a dive they started their run,
With Luna now shouting the name of each one.
"On Flitter, on Chaser, on Soarin' and Surprise,