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Hey, I am Lili, a twenty something year old cosplayer, living in the south-east. I live online, and love cosplaying, crafting, rpging, and baking.

And this is My Cosplay blog, pictures from conventions will be here, my cosplays will be here, and updates and what not will be here too!

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astudyofscarlett:

DO YOU KNOW THE FEELING WHEN A FANFIC IS SO PERFECT YOU JUST WANT TO SCREAM BUT YOU CAN’T SO YOU WIGGLE AND GIGGLE AWKWARDLY ALONE IN YOUR ROOM

(via returnofthegoat)

gurlow:

kelpls:

I made a comic from the mechanic/robot thing i drew a while back BUT THEN I REALIZED THAT I HAD TOO MANY THINGS I WANTED TO DRAW and i couldn’t fit it in 10 pictures and then i gave up and ended up with some small thing without any plot omfg i can’t do comics 

im sorry that it is an OBNOXIOUSLY LONG POST but it’s easier to read this way  i thin k /  

huh that’s adorable

(via spoonychan)

godtie:

aliltodaleft:

godtie:

my boyfriend is in school to be a pharmacist 

Your boyfriend is ugly

im sorry

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Is your boyfriend Carlos from WTNV? O.O

(via davescoffeeshop)

akissforabite:

STEREK AU | High School!AU

Derek and Stiles don’t get along. Everybody knows the co-captains of the Lacrosse team can’t be in the same room for more than a minute before getting into a heated argument. They hate each other. Right?

"You need to stop staring at me." Stiles mumbled as he walked beside Derek towards his next class. 

Derek grinned and shrugged, his fingers wrapping around Stiles’. 

"Derek." Stiles glared at him, a nervous tint to his voice as he looked away from him at the mass of students roaming the halls. 

"I don’t care. Let them." He stopped walking, his hand grabbing at Stiles’ arm to turn him around. "I don’t care what they think," he said, stepping closer to Stiles who was clearly starting to panic, "…I love you and I don’t care who knows it."

Stiles’ eyes widened, his mouth parted as he stared at him.

Derek smiled at him, shrugged again and resumed his walk towards their Economics class, Stiles’ hand held in his own.

Stiles ducked his head, a shy smile on his lips as he rubbed his thumb over the palm of Derek’s hand. 

(via sterekandstuff)

sebastillestans:

i was watching the first avenger and wondering how Bucky knew Steve was getting his ass kicked in the back of some random alley behind a movie theatre

like does he just check alleyways whenever he’s walking down a street to see if Steve’s started another fight he can’t finish

the answer is probably yes

(via stripeydani)

thethirddecade1121:

tchy:

dark-vowelled:

sclez:

durendals:

there is literally no difference between academic scholars discussing their interpretations of a text and a bunch of people yelling YOUR HEADCANON IS WRONG at each other

As a Masters student I can vouch for this.

The difference is citations.

There are plenty of people who use citations when yelling YOUR HEADCANON IS WRONG

(via davescoffeeshop)

captainamerica-in-middle-earth:

itsfrenchthellama:

dazedwinter:

braydaaan:

kiss-the-g1rl:

unshaped:

filling a bathtub with the substance, throwing the person you hate the most in the tub and throwing the ice cube in the tub right after …. it would be over

such evil minds in this place

i love this evilness 

Nah, don’t just throw it in you gotta flick it dramatically over your shoulder without looking as you walk away, preferably with a darkly humorous one-liner.

"The cold never bothered me anyway"

Steve Rogers’s worst nightmare

(via bilesandthesourwolf)

Suitor Derek kills a terrible monster and presents it to prince Stiles as a declaration of intent.
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billtheradish:

febricant:

Stiles pokes the… thing, for lack of a better word, with the very tip of his sneaker. That’s about as much as he’s willing to risk. It’s all spiky. Thankfully, it is also very, very dead, still leaking sluggishly onto his balcony.  

Stiles lives in an apartment now. He really shouldn’t have to explain away weird greenish-grey blood to his downstairs neighbors. He’d though he’d left that behind when he moved down here for college.

There’s really only one thing for it. He pulls out his phone. “Please tell me this is your kill, because if it isn’t then I have some detective work to do and I’d rather not fail my midterms.”

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This will never not amuse me, okay?

savodraws:

I am the only one who does this orr…

(via swingsetindecember)

thethespacecoyote:

conventions more like “how many people can we fit in a hotel room without getting kicked out”

(via fahrlight)

jaystudio:

AU where Carlos is on a team of scientists that create the cyborg CE-CIL for researching and investigating rebel angels 

and winds up becoming more and more human and intersperses his reports with poetry about the head scientist and GOD I NEED THIS AU RIGHT. NOW.

(via thethespacecoyote)