Especially the card board/mixed paper.
I also have four water bottles, an empty body wash bottle, and three rice cups that need to go out. The worst part about those is, though, is that the bin for them is right outside my door.
I’m so lazy. It’s mostly because I’m like “nah, I’ll toss them in on my way to class”, but I never do. And then they just sit there on my microwave. Waiting.
This is…. all I have Logan ;A; I… I don’t know how this happened.
I’ve got a shit ton of Stacy and Farrah and myself.
Little of everyone else. :( Sort of went crazy with pictures and then my camera was dying. I /DO/ have the video of you guys falling down the stairs though.YES
THIS IS THE BEST PHOTOSET
THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Funny to get more love for a shitty joke cosplay than something you slaved over. XD
But hey, que sera sera.
oh my god yes
Sometimes I … sculpt… things.
This guy will be a silly spider-monster. Will take a proper picture when he’s actually done and painted. For now, only crappy webcam shots. 8y
This is another very awesome sculpture!
Damn, I want to work with clay, but it’s almost one am and I have class tomorrow.
And I don’t actually have any clay, haha.
A pic of my WIP Sollux sculpture!!! I’ll post a bunch of pics of it in a photoset tomorrow. :D I’m super happy with it so far!!!
HOLY SHIT
That is amazing.
It almost makes me want to take a sculpture class. But I won’t.
I have B&J Red Velvet and Peanut Butter Cup.
But what do I chooose?
this isnt supposed to be funny or anything but i wanted to fill it out as homestuck characters anyways
kanaya
Was giggling but then lost all my shit at Kanaya
These ones hurt my ears too much.
I also think I might have complained about this on here before, fucckkkkk.
inquire-upon-the-mutant-blood:
the inhabitants of dream bubbles can pretty much think anything they want into existence.
everything except other players.
equius was able to make a robotic copy of aradia just fine, but making nepeta, his moirail, proved to be a challenge.
he’d notice the tiniest errors in her robotic expressions, things he wouldn’t have known to look for in the rust-blood’s steel body. he also learned that blue blood didn’t suit her in the least.
green was her colour. always was and always would be.
furthermore, you might make a fully functional body, but programming was never something you were good at. mechanisms speak to you, but what use is the perfect recreation of your moirail if it lacks the personality that made her so important to you in the first place?
without her ridiculous roleplaying or her cheery conversation, you’re at a loss.
each failed replica is destroyed in turn.
each has something wrong with it.
the one troll you’d spent the most time with. the one who you thought you knew inside and out.
the one troll whose perfection you will never be able to recreate.
you unleash your fury on the latest failure, crushing its steel frame in easily with your freakish STRENGTH. the husk has the nerve to keep its empty gaze fixed on you, its face a crushed mockery of your moirail’s.
screaming in frustration, you pull at your hair, at last giving up.
here, in your dream bubble, your time is destined to be spent alone.
heir of void, and possesser of the same.
D: my heat … tiz broked
