Crafty Things!

Some more plushies I finished this weekend for commissions and to sell at future conventions

Check out my etsy here if you’d like to order something!

Some plushies I finished this weekend for commissions and to sell at conventions. 

I sell custom plushies at my etsy!

hashpaw:

yourscientistfriend:

dark-of-the-void:

Next Time You’ll Know Better
Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?
No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?
Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?
Well, have you?
Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:
Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?

This took me a second

FUCK ITS BACK

hashpaw:

yourscientistfriend:

dark-of-the-void:

Next Time You’ll Know Better

Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?

No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?

Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?

Well, have you?

Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:

Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?

This took me a second

FUCK ITS BACK

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gilliansanderson:

when you do all of the work for a “group” project

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durkinator27:

theangrymarshmallow:

justcashierthings:

temoreus:

yourcashierproblems:

kookie667:

I’ve heard this so many times it’s not even funny

Will there ever be a day I don’t hear this?

I’M SO CONFUSED
IS THIS AN INSIDE JOKE THAT 160K PEOPLE UNDERSTAND WTF WHERE IS THIS FROM I DON’T GET IT

the people above you literally explained the joke

The confused person has obviously never been a cashier.

A couple of months ago at Lowe’s, a cashier reversed this on me. A paint pan didn’t have a price tag on it, and I offered to run back and grab another one, and she said “Well there’s no price tag on it, I’m going to say you get it for free!” and let me leave with it. I’ve felt dirty and wrong ever since.

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gurustellabella:

bisexualzuko:

draelogor:

darkchocolateandtea:

fuckingconversations:

teamfreekickass:

spiffypop:

thebraveandmischievous:

housetohalf:

mysnarkasm:

When I grow up I want to be Ming-Na Wen.

She’s the voice of Mulan, as if she wasn’t amazing enough.

She broke it with her fingers. Not a fist, her fingers.

Girl is 50 years old.

FIFTY. YEARS. OLD.

fun fact: When you break things with your hands like that you have t break your fingers on purpose before so that they heal stronger. So basically this woman is so badass she broke her hands just to do this. 

You asshat, you’re making it sound like she snaps her fingers in half. 

Martial artists like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee (and yes, fucking Ming-Na Wen, that beautiful badass) will build up their bone strength by repeatedly (and fairly gently) striking sand, gravel, wood and steel - this creates tons of microfractures in their bones (smaller than even a hairline fracture) so the bones will heal over again and make the bones stronger and denser with increased deposits of calcium. 

This has to be done over long-ass periods of time, so the bones have time to heal, and none of the fractures expand into actual breaks. 

Oh, and she’s doing precise-ass kicks in HIGH HEELS. 

she kicks ass like a coursing river

with all the force of a great typhoon

with all the strength of a raging fire

mysterious as the dark side of the moon

(Source: bucky-thevampireslayer, via amaterasu-serenity)

asylum-art:

Surreal & Conceptual Photography by DiggieVitt

Artist on Tumblr | Facebook | 500px | Flickr

A new selection of photographs both dark, poetic and surreal by Diggie Vitt, a young American photographer  uses her camera and masterful photo manipulation to create otherworldly scenes of strange beauty.

Now based in Los Angeles. We already talked about his work with “Flame and Gravity – 21 Photographs by Diggie Vitt“. Diggie Vitt has just completed a 365 Project, in which he created a new photograph a day during a whole year…

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Headcanon: Push Through

brichibi:

I haven’t written a headcanon in a million years but whatever.

***

Just push through.

Slow, deep breaths.

Reach forward.

Slowly, carefully.

Don’t wince, don’t let him know, don’t let him see. But he does, he knows there’s something wrong.

He opens his mouth to ask, to say your name. “Sousuke?”  It’s soft, always so soft, so delicate, when he’s concerned about something. “Are you all right-“

You’re quick, too quick for him to keep up with. You’ve had practice, you can work through the pain. You catch him off guard with a smile, take advantage with a kiss, and let your fingers linger on the blush of his cheeks.

A kiss, just one, can get you through anything, even a shoulder that’s beyond repair, a shoulder that’s probably crushed the very dream that Rin holds for you. You don’t tell him, you’ll never tell him, instead you let your lips rest gently against his.  

Everything is fine. Everything is o.k. You two are going to swim together beautifully as a team.

Just push through.

Slow, deep breaths.

Reach forward.

Slowly.

… carefully.

***

*files under “the last episode wrecked me” category of the Free! fandom*

Yay!  My wifey wrote some fanfic for Free!