better hike up your skirt, mage boy

 I kept denying something was wrong and went to talk to Adam and Omar from Funhaus who were awesome, but eventually there was a point in the evening where it got to be the size of a golfball and our crew made me sit down and went and got me ice, which is when the adrenaline wore off and it just became ridiculously painful. So I’m sitting there with no shoes on, holding ice to my swollen foot, covered in bruises from the floor, and holding back tears because I still have costumes to wear and two more days in Austin and I’ve just realized I ruined my trip. 

And then Gray walked into the hotel, and my boyfriend goes and tells him the story and he comes over, leaving a bunch of people that had tried to go talk to him, and talks to us about the new RvB and cosplay, and me being really overwhelmed in the moment I just start crying like an idiot. I managed to get a joke in about my “Achilles’ heel” and at least try to keep it together. He was so nice and it was probably my favorite memory of the con. I decided fuck it, I’m cosplaying anyway, and we went and found him the next day too so I could say “hey look this is what I look like when I’m not a giant mess.” 

I toughed in out in Hilda and limped through the TSA line back home, and now that I’m back in my own bed my ankle is wrapped up and I’m on bed rest. BUT IT WAS WORTH IT.