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A perfect marriage
Cosplayer: Noji and Aaron
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Jacksepticeye Harry Potter AU
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Obituary for Chrissy,
Hey guys,
I am sorry for having been inactive for a long time.
Most of you guys didnât know us in person. But you followed us and liked the stuff we made. Thank you so much for everything.
And I donât want us, or Chrissy, to just disappear without a word of gratitude and without an explanation.
Some months ago Chrissy/Jason/Magpie collapsed at work because of cardiac arrest without warning. She had a heart defect no one knew about. Her colleagues at work called an ambulance, but no one started with first aid. When the ambulance arrived, she could be resuscitated. But she was without oxygen for a long time because no one rendered first aid.
She was at the intensive care unit for some months. At first she was in an artificial coma, but when they tried to wake her up, she never really came back. The lack of oxygen caused severe damage in her brain.
Her systemic circulation stabilized for some time, but she never found back to the person she once was. She was unable to talk, to move arbitrarily. She couldnât even look at people anymore. I think thatâs what they call a persistant vegetative state. Her body was alive, but not the person I knew.
She came to a rehab clinic, but they couldnât help her and she wasnât able to make any progress. Her bodys condition became worse again.
Saturday, 13th of August, she finally died.
Today I saw her body the last time before she will get cremated and said goodbye to her.
The reason I tell you about all of this is, that I donât want her to be forgotten. I donât want the people to think, that she wasnât interested in the blog anymore and that she just skipped it. It wasnât like that. She loved this blog, she loved cosplaying, taking pictures or just meeting some friends. She was always so motivated for making new stuff, new costumes, new photos and to share them. She was always so proud.
Thank you so much for your support. Thank you for making her smile. It was a great time we had together. We laughed so much when we took photos together or when we made our costumes until the middle of the night, because we started too late with the sewing.
I know that Chrissy would like to thank you guys for everything, if she could.
She will leave a massive hole in my life and I miss her every day a little more.
I will try to keep this blog alive, that we started together. I donât want everything we made together to become silent and unused. But I wonât make any gifs without her for our ask blogs anymore. I am sorry.
Thank you for a great time. And thank you for reading the whole text. It means a lot to me when the people know about her and when they will keep her in their memories as the lovable, funny person she was.
I love you, Chrissy. I will never forget you and I will try to live out both our lives.
In love,
your dumbfish Lisa
Stay focused!
Jord, also found here
Aimeric, also found here
I had the great pleasure to sneak shots from these awesome cosplayers (and friends) at AnimagiC 2016. They were part of Captive Prince Cosplay group, a book that focuses on a queer fantasy story with a lot political scandals. I highly recommend to try it!
The outfits were designed by the Laurent of the group, whose tumblr can be found here.
There will be a whole photo series of Jord and Aimeric soon.
A kingdom, or this.
Damen, also found here
Laurent, also found hereÂ
I had the honour to shoot those lovely two as part of a âCaptive Princeâ Cosplay group. If you havenât read the book series by highly talented C.S Pacat by now, I highly recommend you to do so. It is a queer fantasy with a lot of politics and awesome plot twists.Â
The outfits are from the second book and designed by our Laurent, whose tumblr containing more wonderful stuff can be found here.
A whole photo series with these two will follow soon.
About the Houses
Hufflepuff is tea and sweaters. Hufflepuff is punching someone in the face because they need to shut up, calm down, or get the sense knocked into them. Hufflepuff is spring, seeing winter melting away and basking in the sunlight. Hufflepuff is singing loudly to Journey and Queen. Hufflepuff is having the messiest room and yet knowing exactly where to find everything. Hufflepuff is âthereâs no such thing as too much chocolateâ. Hufflepuff is one too many glasses of champagne so the world feels like sunshine. Hufflepuff is honestly not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Hufflepuff is prank wars that spiral out of control. Hufflepuff is getting shit done while everyone else argues. Hufflepuff is refusing to fit into the mold, which results in hufflepunks. Hufflepuff is staying up till three am to talk someone out of depression, out of suicide, out of something stupid, convincing them how amazing and how loved they are. Hufflepuff is loyalty, is true friendship, not the plastic My Little Pony stuff but the true friendship. Hufflepuff is the first ones to get Netflix running at Hogwarts, despite magical interference. Hufflepuff is loneliness, is the intense desire for friendship. Hufflepuff is having to deal with derision and scorn. Hufflepuff is loyalty placed in the wrong ideal, loving the wrong person. Hufflepuff is drowning in emotions that bring panic attacks.
Ravenclaw is winter peace and blizzards. Ravenclaw is the beauty of white snow against evergreens and a baby blue sky. Ravenclaw is the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade. Ravenclaw is the silence of a library, lost completely in a world of ink and screens and words. Ravenclaw is a glass of wine and an old friend. Ravenclaw is martial arts and street smart. Ravenclaw is always asking why. Ravenclaw is pages filled with writing and doodles and diagrams. Ravenclaw is telling dirty jokes in code so no one can tell why youâre laughing so hard you canât breathe, and the teacher canât read the notes you were passing in class. Ravenclaw is failing a class because you couldnât be bothered to read or do homework, it was too boring and you had other things. Ravenclaw is challenging the status-quo and saying âthereâs always another optionâ. Ravenclaw is citrus and a stash of junk food that you always seem to eat right away. Ravenclaw is learning a new language because you want to. Ravenclaw is an innocent face that can hide the dirtiest mind. Ravenclaw is a pile of books that youâll read - you will, you promise - one day. Ravenclaw is looking up and saying âhell, when did it get to be three thirty AMâ, and you have classes in five hours but decide that staying up another half hour wonât hurt. Ravenclaw is love that happens slowly, like creeping ivy, till one day you wake up and realize itâs ensnared you tightly and you wouldnât have it any other way. Ravenclaw is addiction, to coffee, to drugs, to sweets, anything to get that clarity and that swooping feeling. Ravenclaw is coldness, is locking away resentment to fester, is ârevenge is a dish best served coldâ. Ravenclaw is shutting up and never ever asking for help, because youâre smart enough, capable enough to handle it. Because you have to.
Gryffindor is summer, cloudless blue skies and endless green fields. Gryffindor is adrenaline highs and truth or dare. Gryffindor is bright red lipstick and cologne that makes heads turn. Gryffindor is parties that go all night. Gryffindor is fireworks exploding in the sky. Gryffindor is standing up to anyone, friend, foe, or stranger, to tell them theyâre wrong. Gryffindor is throwing your friend a beer and jumping on their lap to take a nap. Gryffindor is the love of horror games. Gryffindor is steak and burgers, Gryffindor is spicy curry. Gryffindor is taking the risk, making the leap, no matter the odds. Gryffindor is raising your hand in class. Gryffindor is passionate love, whether it be romantic, platonic, or otherwise, that sees no difference in a hand picked wildflower and a diamond necklace as long as it makes the recipient happy. Gryffindor is defending, even if itâs defending someone you hate against someone you love, because Gryffindor stands up for what is right. Gryffindor is recklessness, the uncontrollable emotion, the carelessness with laws and rules. Gryffindor is choosing the âmorally correctâ option even if it means more are hurt. Gryffindor is solving things brashly, physically, and only making everything worse.
Slytherin is fall evenings, the air crisp but not cold, the setting sun revealing autumn beauty before darkening to show a million billion stars in the indigo inky sky. Slytherin is when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire. Slytherin is apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch. Slytherin is finding comfort in jeans and a leather jacket, dying your hair and tattoos that are like artwork. Slytherin is pride in your heritage, in what it took to get you here. Slytherin is the warm blossom of accomplishment in your chest. Slytherin is tall boots and long scarves. Slytherin is the person youâd trust with anything and everything, the one you love above all else, the one youâd kill for. Slytherin is not being afraid of the dark, but remembering that night heals. Slytherin is musky forests and the steady soothing rainfall. Slytherin is sarcasm and wit. Slytherin is determination in the face of fear. Slytherin is talking your way out of situations to keep those you love safe. Slytherin is the love that shows itself quietly from day to day, with quiet brushes and unsaid favors, but that rears up in fury to defend if necessary. Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race to the finish line for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside because you have to. Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up, because itâs too much⊠itâs too much⊠and wiping the tears and standing anyway, head held high because you canât stop now, and you canât show weakness.
Hufflepuffs are not weak. Ravenclaws are not heartless. Gryffindors are not arrogant. Slytherins are not evil.
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I think I just found out why I always got sorted either into Ravenclaw(80%) or Slytherin(20%)âŠ.
i didnt listen when they warn me not to play with love
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this was really fun to make! tag yourselves as these harry potter characters.
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