This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.
Today, I just got the keys to my first house.
Give it time.
Needed this today
when you hear people preach that it gets better, they aren’t joking. if it’s not better yet, it will be.
this post could literally be saving lives rn and that is why i love this website.
Asked by floofy-reshiram
because they are trying to make a living.
If you divide the time they work hourly on actually putting the material together, it’s almost less than minimum wage.
This original post’s opinion is something I have unfortunately seen people repeat. The gyst of it is that OP believes suits are cheap to make, so suitmakers must be overcharging. Furthermore it suggests the conclusion that suitmakers are charging the prices we do because of greed. I thought I’d lay out a couple points to help people understand why professional suitmakers charge the prices we do.
So, let’s pretend that you want to make professional-quality fursuits for $200 each, in expenses.
1. If you are lucky you may be able to find the fabric and foam you need for $200 (though this is at the bare minimum spectrum of material costs). Now, how are you going to make each suit? In order to make professional-quality suits, you are going to need a few things.
You will need to own a heavy-duty sewing machine ($400+), airbrush ($100+), airbrush compressor ($100+), electric drill and correct bits for making eyes ($50+), professional-quality electric clippers ($100+), silicone moldmaking and resin kits ($25-50 per kit), titanium scissors and sharpener ($25+), new shoes for feetpaws ($20+), rubber matting for soles ($20+), electric carving knife for thick foam ($25+); this is indicative of the tools used to create a typical fullsuit, but many suitmakers use other tools that also add to the expense (like dremels, vacuum-form tables, etc.).
You will also need to take into account your thread, needles, pins, polyfil, airbrush paints, lacquer, gluesticks, garbage bags, adhesives, sharpies/chalk, razorblades, zippers, eye plastic, buckram, machine oil, elastic, sandpaper, resin, and patternmaking material, which I won’t calculate here. You will eat through hundreds of these necessities every few weeks. And if you want a website, you must pay annually for your url and monthly for your website server.
So, a modest estimate for tools alone comes to roughly $900 NOT including any of the things that actually go into the tools to make them useful, which you will need to restock regularly.
2. It would be fair to want to be compensated for your specialized labor. A professional-grade fullsuit should take you about 2 weeks of work. The average professional suitmaker produces 2-3 suits a month. Suitmaking of course is a very specific set of artistic skills that takes years to develop, and only a handful of individuals in the world can make suits professionally. So, if it hypothetically only costs you $200 per suit for materials, how much do you charge for labor? At minimum wage ($8.50/hr), 80 hours of work (2 weeks full-time) will come to $680.
This means if a suitmaker’s material costs are $200, and they are paid minimum wage, they will on average be left with $480 for every 2 weeks of full-time work. This comes to $960 a month. This is barely enough to pay electricity, water, food, and rent, let alone cover the restocking of basic materials. Unfortunately you *probably won’t* want to go out and get a second job if you are making suits professionally, because you already work 40 hours a week.
3. You must pay taxes on the suits you sell. That’s right, self-employed people like fursuit-makers in the United States have to pay self-employment tax (15.3% in 2014) AND income tax (another 15%). That means if you make that $960 a month, you must pay almost $2000 a year in taxes.
Suitmakers like me charge what we do in order to compensate for the financial investment we participate in every month, in order to produce a high-quality, lasting piece of original wearable art for you. We spend dozens or even hundreds of hours on each costume, lovingly rendering it to match your design. We strive to make our customers happy with their costumes, not only because of how they look but because of how well they are made and will hold up over time. We do *not* get rich doing this. We dedicate our lives to this craft; it is our career.
Do you still think we charge too much?
Sometimes I think about Optimus having one of these attached to him
and just giving the other autobots rides if they’re tired or lazy. OP piggyback rides: auto edition.
I think the Autobot you are looking for is Ultra Magnus
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.
I’m really glad I read that.
I have read this before but it is still marvelous.
I read a review of #GotG that said the movie didn’t have a plot, or that it was inexplicable without understanding of the Marvel Comics source material. As someone who has NEVER given two damns about the cosmic stuff in the Ol’ 616 until now, and was able to follow along fairly well, I figured I’d take a swing at breaking it down in two sentences.
1. Cosmic Hitler hires Space Bin Laden to retrieve a powerful weapon in exchange for wiping out SBL’s enemies, who have recently signed a peace treaty with SBL’s native world.
2. Five misfit criminals attempt to thwart the plans of these genocidal monsters, for selfish reasons at first, but through teamwork and friendship, find hope, heroism, and happiness.
Whew. One draft. Didn’t even break a sweat. This reminds me of the quick reviewers who rushed to their MacBooks following Captain America: The Winter Soldier to proclaim the preposterousness of a plot about secret government groups with kill lists and drones to carry out targeted world-wide assassinations…oh wait, if they’d gotten to the end of that thought maybe they’d have realized what the movie was about. In Guardians, we’re given the MOST bizarre assemblage of heroes every thrown on screen, not one from a similar background or species, and they team up to protect the hair-trigger peace of ancient mortal enemies? Diversity vs. Genocide. Chaotic Friends vs. Ordered Hatred. Variety of Lifeforms vs. Singularity of Death.
Yeah, it’s a fun fucking movie, dude, but it’s also clever as hell.
Second point, though:
SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT
Summary: -Post Predacons Rising- Megatron was walking about the ruins of Cybertron when he meets Optimus.
Megatron slowly walked through the ruins of a city he couldn’t recognise. The buildings that once stood proud were crippled and most had fallen long ago, gaping holes that were made by explosions surrounded by burnt metal. Red optics looked to the above, scanning over the buildings. Some of the ruins had wires dangling from their walls. The mech felt optics on him. Watching from where ever they were hiding. Now and then he would look at the shadows and see the ghostly figures of mechs and femmes surrounding him, some watching in confusion, some in anger and others weren’t interested. Ever since Unicron brought him back, he could see those that had left for the Well of All sparks. The destruction bringer explained to him that it was his death that gave him the ability to see those that were no longer here. He guessed that the Autobot scout that he snuffed could also see them.
WHERE IS THIS
I NEED TO GO HERE
Toronto, Ontario, Canada says Google.
Because let’s face it, when it’s this level of awesome, it’s almost always Canadian in origin.
As many of you know, I’m in the process of moving to Colorado. My boyfriend and I put in an offer on a new place today. Details are friends-only on my LiveJournal and access-only on my Dreamwidth.
If I know you and you can’t see either of those, message me privately and I’ll get you a link.