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WEAVERCAT:

lost beasts: DESIGN-A-DINO (or prehistoric critter) GIVEAWAY!

abarero:

Ever wanted your favorite obscure dinosaur/prehistoric critter in a little felted/fleece plush? Well here’s your chance to get one!

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Prehistoric Plush Pals on Etsy

1. REBLOG THIS POST with the name of the dinosaur/prehistoric critter you’d love to have made into a plush.

2. You may reblog TWICE, in case you need to pick ONE dinosaur and ONE non-dinosaur prehistoric critter.

Stygimoloch spinifer!

Score!

My father is amazing. He found a Canon PIXMA MP280 all-in-one printer/scanner and holy moly: $15. He talked the seller down to $10. 

Instead of doing things, I am going to scan in all of my sketchbook pages over the past 5 years. Yep.

Too personal in the last post, eh? I have my last final tomorrow and I’m just done. Post up EP-beast, finish trades and prizes, and maybe-maybe I can open up for tiny commissions? I want to make some money this summer. D:

Off to take my final now!

zodiacsociety:

Capricorn and the inner you.


Dammit, I hate being a Capricorn right now. Honestly, this is how I feel about all my relationships, with both friends and family. I never know how to broach a subject and I’ll just keep on hinting at it (not all that subtly mind you) and I’ll torture myself emotionally over whether or not a friend or family-member ‘gets’ it and realizes what I’m trying to talk about. 
Oh, and that ‘you’ll end up fearing that you’ll lose them’ bit right there? All the fucking time. All the time. Maybe they hate me and that’s why I can’t talk to them. Maybe, they’ve outgrown my friendship and found new people to talk to over the internet. Maybe they don’t want to be my friend because I’ve done something and it’s all my fault and I will never ever know why. Maybe they just don’t want me and they can’t bring themselves to break off this relationship or friendship. 
When I break, emotionally…. it’s awful. I’d much rather be told that I’m not wanted or not good enough rather than my mind supply the fear that makes me paranoid about friendships.
It’s easy to talk to people and make friends, but it is hard to talk to people who I am friends with and when something bothers me, I try to ignore it, by staying away from the people I think so highly of, then they ignore me, and it ends with ME apologizing for trying to get in contact with them.
It’s not like I don’t have a life, I just… I try so damn hard to make my schedules work around theirs that I only end up hurting and apologizing for trying. The worst part of it is, I want to be involved. I do. I will do my damnedest to stay involved and be helpful.
I’m a mess of a friend. For those of you in contact with me and those I am trying desperately to get in contact with, I’m sorry I’m a terrible friend. Thank you for putting up with me.
Pathetic isn’t it?
illustratedweaver:

‘Dominance’ 2/6
Reductive Linocut
Printmaking 1 Fall 2013
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Here we are! The final print, 3 colors+white of the paper. Registering my prints was awful. It felt like it changed each time… arrgh.This really does look better in person, I had to take a terrible camera photo of it. D:


Hey folks, I did the thing.