#we all see where this one's going yeah?

[miniscule-meow]

Borrowed Time (1)

Synopsis: A size shifter (that doesn't know he's a size shifter) meets a borrower, (she also doesn't know he's a size shifter)

I wonder what could happen next.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Masterpost

Next Part (soon)

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Dante has no idea what happened.

He was in the living room, and everything was normal. Then suddenly his head started pounding. He felt really hot and sweaty, and his muscles started aching ferociously. The pressure he felt all around him was immense. It felt like the universe itself was trying to squeeze him out of existence. He fell to the carpeted floor on his hands and knees gasping for air. When the pain subsided and he finally opened his eyes again, everything was very much not normal.

Dante looks up, and up, and up like he was trying to see the top of a skyscraper from the sidewalk in front of it. Except he's looking at the couch he was just sitting on. The now monolithic piece of furniture towers over him. The huge sneakers next to him are his own. His mind reels at the fact that moments ago, he was wearing them, he had kicked off, and now they dwarf him.

What is going on.  

He stares at his surroundings, eyes wide. This can’t be real, right now. It’s not physically possible! He crosses the massive living room, traveling under neath their gigantic coffee table and taking in the expanse of the gigantic room.

Suddenly, floor starts shaking. Slow rhythmic pulses pound across the floor, getting stronger each time. Then he sees him. His roommate, Tyler. His gigantic roommate, Tyler. His massive, unfathomably gigantic and heading his direction roommate, Tyler. The sight of him makes Dante’s knees feel weak, like they might give up on trying to support him any second now. This isn't physically possible. He thinks again.

His brain and his body are at odds with one another. His mind is spinning trying to rationalize what's going on in any way that makes sense. His body however fires on self-preservation instincts and next thing he knows he's running in the opposite direction. Logically, he has no reason to be afraid of his roommate, aside from the fact that his roommate looks like he's over a hundred feet tall. But he isn't acting on logic right now, his brain is still stuck on how big the couch is.

The thick carpet of the living room is not an ideal running surface. Also, he realizes that he really should vacuum more often, but that isn’t important right now. What’s important is his giant roommate is heading into the living room, each step shaking the ground more violently than the last.  Should he try to get his attention? Where is he going right now? Does he see me? Is it worse if he doesn’t see me? A million thoughts flood Dante's mind all at once. He stumbles, falling over and twisting to look up as Tyler, taller than a damn sky scraper continues to head straight for him. He doesn’t see him. Dante doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. If he see’s him they’d have to deal with the situation at hand and admit that this is really happening. But if he doesn’t then he might get stepped on, which ok- not being seen is worse. As soon as his body and his mind stop fighting he'll try to wave, or call out or something.

Then something stops him. Rather, someone stops him.

“Watch out, dummy!” a voice hisses suddenly, yanking him up from the floor where he was stuck gawking up at his strikingly large roommate. He stumbles after the stranger as she pulls him into the wall. She opens up a little door hidden in the floorboard that he had never noticed before, and they are now standing inside the wall of his apartment. He blinks, adjusting to the shift from light to dark. He’s met with an angry scowl fixed right on him. The scowl belongs to someone his size, his new size that is. Her dark hair is pulled back away though some wispy curls have fallen out and frame her face.

“What are- how are- who-” He stammers, still stunned and dizzy.  

“What the hell was that out there?!" Her voice is a harsh whisper. "Are you crazy or suicidal or something? You were practically asking that bean to see you.”

“B-bean…? What's—” he begins, but she isn’t having it. She places a heavy hand on his shoulder, pressing his back against the wall. I’m going to die here, inside the walls of my own apartment, aren’t I?

“Look bud, this is my turf, alright? I don’t know what community you came from before, but this isn’t like that. I work alone,” She practically growls.

“Wha-what? I’m sorry. What?? You’re- I- I’m—"

“The only reason I saved your ass back there is because if you get discovered then they’ll all be looking around for more of us, and It’ll blow my whole operation. I’ve got a good thing here, and I’m not about to let you ruin it for me,” she says, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Do you understand me?”

“I.. ye-" his first instinct is to just nod and go along with what she's saying, since he's being threatened and all. Or at least, even though she hasn't really drawn a weapon on him or anything, she seems pretty threatening. But, he really doesn't understand her at all. "No! No, I don’t know what’s going on!” His voice raises in pitch with his panic. “I’m sorry, but… what! We are so tiny! We're tiny?? You are- I- I am! How- who are- what are… how is any of this real?” He feels like everything he has ever known about reality is slipping through his fingers.

“Um… Are you good, dude?” She raises her eyebrows, looking at him like he’s the weird one. “What? Have you never seen another borrower before?” She looks him up and down, he feels incredibly judged in this moment.

“No? uh… What’s a borrower?” He asks, her words, in this context are complete nonsense to him.

“Sheesh, did you fall and hit your head or something?” She looks at him incredulously. “You. Me. Borrowers,” she says gesturing between them, speaking slowly. “Them. Out there,” she points towards the world outside of the wall, “Beans. Big, mean, scary. Any of this ringing any bells for you?”

“Borrowers… beans… ye-yeah I got it.” Ignoring her patronizing tone, he really has no clue what she’s talking about, but he’s trying to follow.

“Alright,” she says after staring at him for a long moment. “You must have like a serious concussion or something,” She releases her hold on him to run a hand across her face. "Why does this kind of stuff always happen to me," she says, heaving a sigh.

“I-I…. I..  No. Look, I don’t belong here. Something… something is horribly wrong. I-” he begins, his brow furrowing, trying to figure out what really happened here.

“Yeah, you’re telling me. I was serious about the whole, this is my turf thing. BUT I will let you stay with me for a little while. I’m serious, just for a little while. Just until you figure out,” she waves a hand towards him, looking him up and down once more, “all of that. And don’t think that you’re going to stay here for free, alright? You have to pull your weight, I’m not just going to let you eat all my supplies, you hear me?” She starts walking off, turning over her shoulder to see he’s still unmoving and staring at her, looking like a fish out of water. “Come on! I’m doing you a favor, don’t make me rethink it.”

“O-okay,” is all he can say as he follows her through the walls of his apartment. He can’t get over the fact that they are literally inside the walls. There is a tiny person living in the walls. How long has she been here? Why? How? His head hasn’t stopped spinning. He leads her up a staircase. Is this safe? He wonders, but she strides up the steps confidently. Did she build these? He questions as he makes his way up behind her. Out of all the questions he has his brain just keeps repeating: What is happening? and How is this real? Each piece of new information he receives just turns out to be more confusing than the last.

“Alright. This is my place,” she says, pushing open a makeshift door and flipping a switch, illuminating a string of battery-operated fairy lights.

“Oh wow.” He mumbles under his breath, staring slack-jawed at the space. It looks like a one-bedroom studio, but all of the furniture is made out of different gigantic objects.

In one corner, there’s a kitchen set up. A legit kitchen, with counters and everything. Except, instead of being made of some kind of stone, the countertop is an old wooden ruler. He sees bottle caps and guitar picks that she must use as bowls and plates, a thimble as a large cup. Metal bars lattice over a section of her counter, there’s a tealight underneath and some matches nearby. That must be her stove. There is a basin of clean water in the corner, and a box that must be something akin to a pantry. There’s a table with two chairs in the center of the room.

“This is incredible,” he says awestruck. “Did you build all this furniture?” he asks looking across her room. Her bed is along the far wall. The bedframe used to be a box of playing cards. There are four posts made from empty pens, and a canopy of fabric draped over her bed. He doesn’t know what the mattress is made of as it’s covered by thick blankets and pillows. The wall behind the bed is covered in drawings, and pretty stamps stuck to the wall.

“Where else would I have gotten it from?” She asks, shaking her head, “You are so weird.”

“Sorry. I’ve just never seen anything like this. How long did this take you?”

“A long time, I don’t know. I’ve been working on it for as long as I lived here and I’ve been here for uh, three years maybe?” She guesses, shrugging. That’s before we moved in. He realizes.“Anyway, down to business. What supplies are you working with?”

“Supplies,” he parrots, lost again. He’s still waiting for things to suddenly start making sense.

“Will you stop doing that?” She asks, frustrated.

“Doing what?” He asks.

“That! You just keep repeating what I say, but as a question. Come on. Keep up. Your borrowing supplies. What do you have?”

“I don’t… I don’t have anything,” he says lamely.

“How are you still alive, dude.” She raises her brows, looking him over. Her nose crinkles as she openly takes him in for the first time in the light. "You've got some fancy clothes," she says in such a way that he's not sure if 'fancy' is a positive or negative assessment. He’s wearing a black hoodie with a tuxedo printed on the front dark jeans, and pair of socks. He had kicked his shoes off before his body decided to randomly condense, so those didn’t get to come with him. He’s just thankful that the rest of his clothes changed size with him. He has no clue how any of this happened, in his mind none of this should be possible. So, he is just going to be thankful that he wasn’t left without clothes, and he’s not going to think too hard about it.  

“What are they, doll clothes?” She asks. He doesn’t know how to answer that, so he makes a vague sort or nod, sort of shrug gesture. She takes it though, nodding to herself, “You have to be careful with that kind of stuff. Sometimes they keep track of it and would notice if it went missing.”

“Right,” he says nodding slowly, looking down at his outfit, then looking to see what she’s wearing. Her outfit is… strange. It’s probably just as strange to him, as his outfit is to her. She’s wearing a dark knitted cloak over a pair of overalls and a simple t-shirt. The overalls were obviously patched together from several different fabrics. The stitches are made of thick thread. They're just as much a part of the design as they are functionally holding the garment together. The reality of the scale of things around here inescapable.

 “Alright. No supplies,” she sighs and goes over to her shelves of mis-matched stuff lining a whole wall. Paperclips, coins, pen nubs, pencil lead, rubber bands. There are threads hanging from small pegs, piles of fabric, weird tools that she must have custom made, because he doesn’t recognize them. There’s a roll of washi tape next to a small pincushion that looks more like an ottoman, it’s holding needles and thumbtacks. An entire x-acto knife leans against the wall like a spear, the blade wrapped in a fabric sheath. It's stood up next to a small bundle of hot glue gun sticks. It’s mind-boggling how much stuff she has collected. “Have a seat,” she says, waving an arm over to her table absently.

He follows her directions, taking a seat at the table in the center of the room. Upon closer inspection he sees that it used to be a cork coaster that she’s affixed legs to. The chairs are empty spools of thread with cushions and backs added to them. He sits down slowly, testing that it can actually handle his weight, but it seems sturdy enough.

“My name is Dante, by the way.” He says, watching her pick over the things on her shelves. She collects objects into her arms confidently, like she knows exactly what they are meant to be used for.

“I’m Vivienne,” she says dropping her armful of random objects on the table in front of him. “Let’s make you some equipment, shall we?

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

[buckttommy]

i know we've all headcanoned that "baby" is tommy's name for buck but. i do believe buck calls him that occasionally and it makes tommy's heart go stupid every. single. time.

[extravagav]

Yk I never did truly recover from the sick fic chapter

[starwikia]

suicide cw

look i have been in this area before mentally. it sucks and i wouldn’t wish this on anyone. but, and this is going to sound callous, but i don’t feel any sympathy for james somerton. even if i hope he’s like. not dead. But thats all the amount of goodwill im willing to give him. The more i think about this really, the more angry i am. 

ngl this entire situation is another example of how white people weaponize their mental illness to avoid consequences. Im seeing it in real time.

this man has a continuous habit of using self-harm as a get-out-of-jail-for-free card. in both of his apologies, he has worded his supposed attempts in ways that were clearly meant to guilt people who displayed his plagiarism and overall horrendous history of racism and misogyny. i say supposed because, while i’m not saying those are lies and this would he such a fucked up thing to lie about that i don’t want to think he has, unfortunately, it’s been proven again and again that his word can’t be trusted, as he’s known to lie to try get out of consequences. Hes a proven liar. him lying about this is actually the best case scenario, because no one should go through this entire situation, wouldnt wish this on anyone, but you can only do this so often before people stop sympathizing with you. is this callous? Yeah, but like. I’m actually fucking angry he cant straight up take no as an answer. that this is how he reacts realizing he cant be one of the Cool Kidz™️ on youtube anymore. he acts like he DESERVES a career, like its not a privilege hes lost due to his own actions.

He lied about apologizing and forgiving people, he lied about giving the money to hbomberguy to give to ppl he ripped off (yknow, instead of doing it himself), he lied about the jessie gender situation and rewrote the narrative to make it so he isnt the bad guy, and hes the victim all along actually!

you can’t tell me that supposed last message of his isn’t meant to be a 13 reasons why esq attempt to deflect the blame “look i’m going to kill myself and it’s all YOUR PEOPLES FAULT for not letting me achieve my DREAM of being filmmaker IN PEACE!!! I just wanted Nick’s (the guy who I have thrown under the bus again and again) portfolio up!! Im just being a good friend dont you all FEEL BAD” he refuses to take ANY ACCOUNTABILITY of any of his actions and he IS STILL trying to shove the blame over to other people again.

it’s also pretty ironic people are like “uhhh well hbomber’s fans harassed him!!!” like hbomber outright told people NOT to HARASS JAMES!!! ALSO acting as if james doesn’t have a very real documented history of STRAIGHT UP sending his fans to harass and threaten smaller creators, more notably women, trans, and bipoc creators. especially after he’s stolen typically very personal anecdotes so he could profit from them. so why can he do it but the second people are like “hey this guys an actual piece of shit.” and he can’t handle it suddenly people are trying to white knight his shit? like no he doesn’t get that. he doesn’t get that at all just because he couldn’t handle the consequences of his actions. 

what? were supposed to stay quiet about a man profiting off of other minorities because he wanted to be the spokesman for all gay people? people tried to solve this on a smaller, more private scales for YEARS and he kept doing it. it was clear that the giant public video was the ONLY way to get people to notice. HE WOULDVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH STEALING 87 FUCKING THOUSANDS WORTH OF DOLLARS. HE CANT HANDLE THE FACT HE CANT GET AWAY WITH IT. 

am i supposed to feel bad for the guy who basically threatened a trans woman with the police? i don’t care what anyone says, it’s so fucking obvious that he threatened jessie by implying he was getting the police involved in their conflict. what am i supposed to act like that didn’t happen? are we supposed to pretend like he didn’t glorify nazi’s and outright said that gay people made up a good chunk of the nazis? That he didnt say america joined ww2 bc they were jealous of the NAZIS. WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO FUCKING SAY THAT. but then? He gives women (not even women most of the time, he misgenders nonbinary ppl constantly) shit for writing mlm. are we supposed to act like he doesn’t straight-up sees himself superior and better than people of color and steals their works to put himself on a pedestal? Are we supposed to act like he didnt spit on our elders by saying “only the boring gays survived aids” like man! Fuck you! He BLANTANTLY MAKES UP HISTORY TO PUT HIMSELF ON A PEDESTAL!! HE ACTIVELY TRIED TO REWRITE LGBT HISTORY TO SUIT HIS FUCKED UP NARRATIVES!

yes this sucks ! no one deserves this but no one should be making him a martyr. Thats what he fucking WANTS! He wants to be immortalized as a victim!! (again, supposedly, it was reported hes alive but its not confirmed).

The shit he got isnt near the amount of fucking callous behavior hes done again and again. Again, to drill this point, EVEN IF HE DIDNT CALL THE POLICE HE THREATENED A TRANS WOMAN INTO THINKING HE DID!!! The fact he tried to use a head injury to justify years of the outright ghoulish shit fucking astounds me. Why the fuck did anyone in his life thought it was a good idea to let him TRY to come back. in the end, he had options. he didn’t need to try to make a comeback. HE DIDNT NEED TO FUCKING LIE OR IGNORE THE SHIT HE WAS CALLED OUT ON the reality is, he wanted to come back thinking he could shove it under the rug, was told that no dude, you’re not allowed to be a youtuber anymore. you’re done. you need to move on and went full nuclear. it’s not on anyone’s hands but his own. HES BEEN DOING THIS TO HIMSELF!! But nah man we cant call his shit out bc hell may or may not kill himself. Fuck the other minorities who have the same issues but worse and sometimes BECAUSE of him. This is going to SUCKKKK so bad when other ppl, specifically white gays, are going to weaponize this shit to get away with their stuff.

[simgerale]

CHAPTER ONE ; 1/3

TRANSCRIPT:

[sounds of swords clashing and rowdy cheering]

geordie: Your highness, apologies for the intrusion, but her majesty has asked me to remind you of the time.

killian: [panting] The time? And what exactly is the time?

g: Half past noon.

k: So she wished to inform me of my tardiness. Thank you, Geordie. I will be with you shortly.

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k: Am I the only late one?

g: I am afraid so. Even the princess arrived promptly.

k: Drat. Dara will never let me live it down. The one time I lose track of the hour…

g: No matter, your highness. Soon you will be Knight Captain and have plenty of excuses for tardiness.

k: I sincerely hope not. I am perfectly satisfied with my rank.

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luca: There you are, at last.

k: Apologies, apologies. What did I miss?

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

The Deep Sky

scifi mystery thriller

on a deep space mission traveling from an environmentally devastated earth with hope to restart humanity elsewhere

when they’re halfway, an explosion kills 3 crew and pushes them off course

the only witness is the Alternate who has no specific role, and she has to figure out who caused it & if they might continue to sabotage, while they're figuring out a way to get back on course with limited resources

flips between present and the past: of her childhood and training for the mission, her identity struggles, and relationship with her mother

questions the ethics of ‘restarting’ humanity elsewhere vs putting resources into fixing earth

[mattodore]

not many people online atm so i figured i’d show off theo’s freshly customized moles :) i'll post a proper close up of his face moles later because i'm obsessed, but for now here’s the full thing.

also this is how this background looks with the character page (this isn't the pic i'll be using, i was just testing things out). i'll probably alter the code to match the background rather than editing the background’s color, i think.

[eternalwyrm]

i’d just like to remind everyone that the original bee and puppycat series on youtube is STILL canon like. everything happened in that still counts. (also i sound very pissy in this, especially the tags, but please know that it’s meant to be a lighthearted reminder)

lazy in space canonically picks up after the youtube series. think of the first couple of netflix episodes as a summary for people who have literally never heard of the show before. yes, it has its faults (i’ve seen people calling it “too boring”, weird pacing, etc etc whatever) but think of it as a weird recap. it’s there for the sake of getting us comfortable to the new style and adding more exposition/character background. again, it has its faults with that but i’m not here to discuss that. the point is that the first couple netflix episodes are basically for people who have literally never heard of bee and puppycat before and maybe saw an ad or two, or opened netflix and saw this new charming show or whatever, and are seeing it for the first time. it’s not expected of them to immediately google the title and watch the original. yes, we lost some iconic lines and scenes in the recap, but those are still canon, they’re still up and we can watch them; and again it was for the sake of the recap and added exposition. like it’s because of the remade episodes that we know more about bee’s dad. that we know more about bee’s past and puppycat’s connection to that. we’ve gotten more hints and background details that add to the story, characters, and the future of the show (the three separate music boxes, the symbols on the screens of puppycat’s ship, how deckard and cass see bee [“weird old lady girl”], literally more info on cardamon besides “he’s a child landlord and is sad and stressed”, etc etc etc)

like i can get the parts that are frustrating to long time fans, i literally have the original memorized so uh. i get it, but still. it’s more than just “we retconned things LOL!” because i don’t really think it was retconning. original plots were a little simplified but they added more to what we already knew. whatever, i’m off topic. the point is: yes, it’s sad that netflix doesn’t have those iconic lines but those are still canon. the original is still canon. lazy in space canonically takes place after the original series. take that as you will.

[britneyshakespeare]

do you ever feel like people only like chick-fil-a so much because they're not supposed to

[echoing-gravity]

Can Marinette Bench press a building?!

(Ladybugs, also known as lady beetles or ladybird beetles, are able to carry objects that are up to 1,000 times their own weight due to the unique structure of their exoskeletons. An exoskeleton is an external protective covering that provides support and protection to the insect's body. This covering is made up of a material called chitin, which is a strong and lightweight polymer. The exoskeleton also gives ladybugs their characteristic shiny, hard shells. Ladybugs use their powerful leg muscles to lift and carry heavy objects, such as large leaves or other insects. The unique structure of their exoskeleton allows them to distribute the load evenly across their body, making it possible for them to carry heavy objects without being weighed down. Additionally, their strong legs and other muscles are equipped to sustain this weight too)

But like with her legs???

I wanna see a MLB x DC fic where Marinette is working with young justice and like a building fucking falls on them but marinette just fucking kicks it away. Or picks it up. Itd be even more absurdly funny if she wasn't transformed and the super strength is like a kwami side effect.

WHAT IS MARINETTES WEIGHT? IS THERE A CANNON ANSWER??? DO I HAVE TO PULL A MATPAT AND DO PIXEL MEASUREMENT MATHAMATICAL BULLSHIT???? I WANNA KNOW IF SHE CAN LOFT A BUILDING OR NOT!!!

[smile-files]

oh yeah i watched the new ii and it was pretty wack. my only two thoughts are

i love cabby

they had to neutralize clover?????? hello?????????

[lightasthesun]

just wanted to thank everyone that's been encouraging me or offering some kind of support the last few times I talked about getting a cane... because I went and got one today and I didn't think it would make that much of a difference. I underestimated how much it would change for me.

So thank you <33

[flowerbloom-arts]

Some low-effort doodles because I've been thinking about Mymble Jr alot and just how much they watered her down in the 90s series. So I tried 'fixing' some scenes to make her atleast more expressive.

She and the Inspector would've been such a fun relationship if they just let them be themselves like in the comics (and books in Mymble's case), just, I dunno, they made her distinctly boring while they made the Inspector just a little extra silly and I think that's deeply unfair to Mymble. This is especially upsetting when they never shared the same panel in the comics besides 2 of them, and in one Mymble Jr is just standing there while Moomintroll does the talking.

[rithmeres]

yes, the plans that i could not share with you (because the haters would sabotage me) were that i was taking on LACC in my vash getup :)

i have so few pictures of myself but i got so many compliments (especially on my arm) and plenty of other people took pictures of me. and normally i don't like attention but i will be honest with u. under these circumstances i loved it. my arm held up really well through 8 hours on the convention floor and i have never been prouder of anything i've made. it's articulated incredibly well, no part of it gave out or required repair, it's never uncomfortable or a nuisance to wear, and i have enough range of motion to do relatively complex things like tying my shoes.

originally i was not planning to try to meet anyone famous because 1) it's expensive and 2) the lines are long and 3) i feel weird and annoying approaching literally anyone for any reason BUT. the spot where i met up with my sister just happened to be right next to johnny yong bosch's table. right when he started signing things. so i said LOL ok i'll do it.

it was super chill, i asked him how it felt to get the call that they wanted him to come back 20 years later for a trigun reboot and he said it almost didn't happen -- that since they recast everyone else for stampede they considered recasting vash as well (and i said WOW i'm so glad they didn't) and he said he really enjoyed getting to come back and explore a darker take (i forget if what he said was a darker take on vash's character, or just a darker trigun in general) but it was briefly surprising 2 me that he considered stampede to be a darker version but i get it, especially when u consider that there is not a lot of comedy in those 12 episodes to balance out the grief.

ANYWAY he was impressed with my arm and i asked him if he would sign my coat :) so he signed the lining but he was also like u know what, i'm gonna give you a second autograph just because. so he signed a print for me as well (free of charge!!) and the print with the blue signature matches my famous paintings that i always film in front of (that's providence baybee)

other stuff from the con under the cut

cosplay notes:

i saw 3 other vash cosplayers (a 98 vash, a stampede vash, and a purple coat vash) and no shade but i definitely had the best arm build. peace and love to all of them though

i saw 1 1/2 wolfwoods. 1 was the aforementioned mullet wolfwood from yesterday's post (ww if you’re out there ww) and the 1/2 was the 98 vash cosplayer’s gf in some kind of goth-ish dress and she was carrying a punisher

mullet wolfwood if you're out there i regret not getting a picture with you so much. i am deeply ashamed and i have no excuse because i ran into you twice and both times i was too embarrassed to ask for a picture. i just want you to know that your punisher was swag and your earrings were yolo and we would look very good together

i expected to see a lot more trigun tbh. los angeles where u at. 4 vashies at a convention of 120,000+ people is nothing. one guy even walked up to me like wow i love ur vash, i haven't seen a lot of trigun at this con and i was like I KNOW i thought i'd see a lot more

theeeee costume of all time award goes to the cad bane cosplayer i saw on the balcony. spare hand in marriage dude (gn) you looked so good

second place for costume of all time goes to the other mother cosplayer who had button eyes and these crazy finger appendages and never once broke character even while waiting in lines

i took 100 points of psychic damage from this one guy who (and im not kidding) was at least 6’4’’ and wearing platform boots and was dressed as the mfing onceler. with the stupid top hat he was fr 7+ feet tall (i saw him duck to get through a doorway).

someone was there as the brawny paper towel guy?? just walking around in a beard and flannel carrying a pack of paper towel rolls?? go off king

i saw 5 nightwing cosplayers but only 2 were biblically accurate (had ass)

the nanami sweep at this convention was so real u all SHOWED UP. and everybody ate. i saw at least 12 nanamis and not one of them was a flop.

i have never seen so many spider-mans in my life

other things:

fig. 1: this extremely hot captain america on a very large poster was about 2 make me act unwise. hi gorjus................................. nice eyebrows

fig 2: i saw this sign a couple blocks away from the con and i did a triple take. 🔥🔥🔥TRIMAX MENTIONED🔥🔥🔥

fig. 3: i saw all 4 hobbits in panel and can confirm elijah wood’s laugh is ten times more infectious in real life. before they were even done sitting down, dominic monaghan switched around all of their name cards so that none of them were seated behind the right name. as u might imagine much of the panel's content was reminiscing about LOTR, but i heard some stories that i hadn't heard before. they also talked about video games, other projects they are working/have worked on, how their kids feel about their dads' LOTR roles, how much they love ian mckellen, and how they would love to see something happen for the 20th anniversary of ROTK this year. sean astin (the legend) took shots at the stranger things writers (basically said joyce could never be happy with hopper) AND EVERYONE CLAPPED LOL. billy and dom talked about the best food in NZ, their show billy and dom eat the world, and the unfortunate events that led to the friendship onion's hiatus. it was a ton of fun to just watch them be themselves with each other, you can tell that these guys are all so fond of each other and love each other so much.

and finally, fig. 4: i bought these beautiful prints from @/batinyourbelfry and the skeletal washi tape from @/skeletalacademia (both on IG)