Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “gronnk. Krraarrk. gronnnnk.”
blfc summation
I need to go back next year, that was friggin' amazingly awesome.
I really am having a lot of trouble trying to sum up this con. It was just amazing. Thanks so much for everybody being so awesome, and for all the incredible fun we had! So sorry if I missed you, and I can't wait until next year so we can all spend more time together!
blfc
Okay, but why does the con have to end?
Thank you so so much to all the con staff and volunteers, this was an amazing experience!
"Is the Blob Amish or is the T-Rex?"
"Presumably the Blob."
"Regularly scheduled rescues" #outofcontexttheater
I love this con so much o..o
#blfc2019
"...Landplay?"
"Yeah, someone bursts into the bedroom covered with dirt and shrubs yelling 'TAP ME!'"
#ooctheater
blfc, mh (~-)
Welp. It's the day of travel for the con, so of course my brain has decided that my ex, That Monster, is going to be there with his family and all things will be horrible and I'll have to hide in the room the entire con. Thank you, brain. This is really not useful.
Luckily enough I've been dealing with this bullshit for several years now, so I've headed most of the anxiety off before it can actually do harm.
Rare coastal dragoness, often found by sunny sea cliffs. Nonbinary but fairly femme-leaning. If you're under 18 don't follow.