There's a specific feeling that hits somewhere around the second hour of a convention. You've walked the floor, spotted at least three costumes that genuinely impressed you, found your group, lost your group, and found them again near the merch tables. The energy is loud and chaotic and completely electric. And at some point someone says, "okay we need to get a photo together," and then everyone pulls out their phones and the moment sort of collapses into a blur of different angles, bad lighting, and someone always blinking.