stayed at a friend's house for the night. it was big... so big that there was an entire unused floor above the garage to use as a workshop for her and her cosplay team. i guess in hindsight it should be obvious, cosplay is an expensive hobby, requires a lot of money and time and effort for the costume and makeup and props and training, having a lot of money is sure to give you a heads up. she and the team are a bunch of fairly prestigious cosplayers in the city, it makes sense that they would have the resources, not to mention a family that's supportive enough to let them turn a part of the house into a cosplay workshop. logically i know all of that helps them with improving vastly and consistently with this hobby, but it still makes me wonder if im just using my limitations as an excuse on why i couldn't do it like them
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everytime i tell europeans my favorite cuisine is texmex & sonoran they are like “American bastardized Mexican food?” and i feel like im going insane. its not bastardized. its their fucking cuisine.
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if any non-palestinians, especially in ‘the west,’ especially in positions of bodily safety, especially especially whites, are still feeling hopeless and lost about the genocide, may i offer, as gently as possible... get over it. your body is safe. you have been told over and over and over exactly what you can do to help, in exhaustive detail according to your specific social and political position. find out what you should do and do it if you can. if you can’t, that’s on you. find something you can do. stop asking palestinians to tell you what to do; take what is already given. you can find the instructions that have already been so explicitly left for you. you are an adult. your job is to keep moving. you are not allowed to be hopeless — that is a betrayal of everything the palestinian community and its supporters stand for. keep moving. don’t let anyone tell you that anti-zionist means anti-semite. don’t let anti-zionists around you become anti-semites. don’t let islamophobia stand. know that propaganda works and it’s working on you right now. keep moving. you are an adult. your life is yours to care for — that means finding the support you need, which also means knowing the boundaries and needs of those supporting you. you aren’t special. you aren’t alone. keep moving. you are not a hero. you are safe. you have agency. there is nothing you can do that can’t be done by someone else while you recharge. you are part of a collective; no one is looking directly at you. do what you can, and if you can do nothing, make your peace with that. palestine has no time for your shame or your guilt. feel these feelings when they come to you and then move through them.
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i spent so long doing this, i don't have the strength to try to get the precise wording, EVERYONE IS HERE.
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man if I was a russian mob boss and my worthless layabout son killed baba yaga's dog I'd just fucking give him up. like immediately. like call john wick's secret basement landline and be like "iosef's at the club. all his goons and bodyguards have been instructed to stand down. there's a new puppy on your front porch. do you want an edible arrangement or anything"
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Happy birthday Kim Dokja! Thank you for your story.
the text is the poem "If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking" by Emily Dickinson
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If you want to add context, reblog with where you've mostly lived and/or why you've had to move in the past.
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