"IN THE NAME OF THE GALAXY, I SHALL PUNISH YOU.
“When someone asks you to design a Sailor Starlord cosplay for them, you DO NOT PASS ON THAT OPPORTUNITY. A collaborative effort between me and itsamerico.
This would be an awesome cosplay!
Almost 10k notes. Good lord.
i-am-sprout said: where did you find such a nice jacket for the peter quill cosplay?
Custom made haha
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naffzilla said: Dude, wait hold up. Americo? Luke? Why do I see you in the most random places.
Ha-ha, I dunno? Cause it is destiny!!?!
So I made the thing. Based off my fanart. It’s happening. Starlord is itsamerico.
True story. I rock it.
I never get a break.
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Lockon is my hero. Regardless of the “authenticity” of the quote, I always loved that line when it was first translated. Re-watching Gundam 00 these past few weeks, I don’t think I will ever unloved it.
This is Tomodachi Life…
My vacation was ok.
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So these things happened on Twitter and I’m now dead from bliss.
Running around Wondercon with ladybuglloyd as Felicity Smoak has been pretty great.
THIS IS THE FREAKING PICTURE THAT THE ARROW WRITERS RETWEETED THAT I DIDNT KNOW ABOUT UNTIL THAT GIRL CAME UP TO ME AND WAS LIKE “YOUR THE ARROW GIRL THE WRITERS TWEETED ABOUT!” And then I was DEAD!
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You can dress me up and take me out, but I’m still completely immature and childish. I have a bow for a penis. He-he-he.
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I feel like I’m having a mid-life crisis twenty three years early or a quarter life crisis two years too late. I don’t know what I’m doing with myself anymore, in any subject… Love, Work, Social… Are there any other subjects of life? If there are, I’m lost in those as well. I don’t write any more, well I am now but this doesn’t count. I use to spit out works of fiction thrown together from the cobwebs of my mind daily or at the very least weekly… I didn’t finish 80% of them but the point was I still did something. Now I just waste away. I sit in my apartment and look at my cat judgingly (is that a word? I feel it is but spell check seems to think otherwise) as I take pictures of her being stupid. Why are you so happy, cat? I literally SnapChat drew her as the Green Arrow with the caption “You have failed this citty.” I’m pretty sure I’ve hit rock bottom on the #firstworldproblems scale. I get my life could be worse. I could be dirt poor, homeless, have literally no one, could be bed-ridden with a horrible illness… I’m in decent health, with a good paying job, living on my own and (more importantly) supporting myself in a decent apartment in Los Angeles yet I just feel so unhappy. I feel lonely. Dead inside. I do the same things every single day. And it’s my fault… I’m too lazy to change it. I wake up, eat, play video games, audition for things, work, work out at the gym, poke my cat, lay in bed and gaze at the ceiling or a laptop until I’m bored enough to just pass out. My self esteem has gone to shit, which is surprising based on how I hide it I guess. Maybe it’s not even that… I still think I’m awesome but then I just have random crippling issues of self doubt. TOO LONG DIDNT READ I NEED TO MAKE FRIENDS OUT IN LOS ANGELES BECAUSE I AM BECOMING SO FUCKING ANTI-SOCIAL AND BORING AND HATING MYSELF. THE END.
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