captain-snark

Cait. This is a “multi-fandom” blog and by multi-fandom,
I do of course mean an orgy of feels, photos, and fantastic ridiculousness

kylvit:

odins-one-eyed-fuck:

isthisusernametakenyet:

I support Farming.

In fact, you could call me

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WOW

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coryy:

My neck, My back, My Netflix and my snacks.


womenrockscience:

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Sources: National Geographic M. W. Rossiter Harvard


Anonymous asked:
You make the hole before you bake the clay, allowing for a little bit of shrinkage. If it's falling apart did you bake it for long enough? You can re-Bake p. clay if you didn't.

i did make the hole before it was baked but it was too small on the back side so I tried filing it a bit to even it out cos I can’t get any kind of cording through???

And then it was too brittle and I don’t know if that means it was not baked long enough or baked too long or what but i fucked it up beyond the ability to fix so I am going to try again

BUT I DID SAVE THE ACTUAL NICE PART OF THE THING IT WAS JUST THE OUTSIDE LAST PART.

but now i dunno what to do though…

i dont want the piece to crack when worn


no but for real lets talk about how the clay at the top of this thing was too brittle to poke a correct hole

so i tried taking it apart to salvage the good parts that took 800 years to do and naturally the rest of the piece is too strong to come apart

like GREAT. FUCK YOU IN THE ASS POLYMER CLAY


captain-snark:

omg i’m so close to finishing this pendant for a client I just have to sand some of the rougher edges and then glaze it and make sure the crystals aren’t going anywhere and I AM PARANOID I AM GOING TO FUCK IT UP SOMEHOW

IT LOOKS SO PRETTY I DON’T WANT TO TOUCH IT

and the hole for the cord is so small i am like how am i gonna fit anything in you.

I AM GOING TO BE A NERVOUS WRECK UNTIL IT ARRIVES AT THEIR HOUSE

UPDATE

I FUCKED IT UP.

I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE A HOLE IN IT FOR A CORD APPARENTLY

ALL IS LOST

HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS

I WANT TO CRY

I MIGHT CRY

I DON’T KNOW HOW TO ADULT


omg i’m so close to finishing this pendant for a client I just have to sand some of the rougher edges and then glaze it and make sure the crystals aren’t going anywhere and I AM PARANOID I AM GOING TO FUCK IT UP SOMEHOW

IT LOOKS SO PRETTY I DON’T WANT TO TOUCH IT

and the hole for the cord is so small i am like how am i gonna fit anything in you.

I AM GOING TO BE A NERVOUS WRECK UNTIL IT ARRIVES AT THEIR HOUSE


jooleah asked:
sterek, seven minutes in heaven, but one of them has to go in with someone else and the other gets jealous

ashesandhalefire:

so this is very late and also a human high school au WHOOPS 

“I know you hate this,” Erica says, offering Derek a beer as she flops down onto the couch at his side. “But you’re abandoning me to go on your weird family vacation into the mountains of nowhere next week, and you promised you’d make up for missing my birthday.”

Derek sighs. “When I said that, I was thinking that I’d get you a nicer gift than usual. Or take you for pizza a couple times.”

“And you can still do both of those things,” she says diplomatically, “but mostly I wanted you to take me to a party.”

Glancing around the living room filled with familiar faces from the high school, Derek frowns. “But did it have to be this party?”

("Sorry you had to wait," Stiles had said, dropping his crosse into the umbrella stand by the front door. He’d stuck close to Derek’s back as they trudged up the stairs towards his bedroom, and a jolt had run up Derek’s arm when their hands brushed as they came to the second floor landing. "Coach usually ends practice early on Thursdays."

"It’s not a big deal," Derek had said. "It was interesting to watch."

"You looked like you were getting kinda into it."

"I’ll take any excuse to cheer for Jackson getting his ass kicked."

Stiles had hummed. “You know,” he had said, “I never see you at any of our victory parties.”

"Our?" Derek had said, raising an eyebrow. "Don’t you spend most of your time on the bench?"

"Oh-ho," Stiles had whistled and leaned over to give his shoulder a shove before collapsing back onto the bed, propped up on his elbows with his legs splayed wide. "He swings hard and strikes low! Those are big words coming from a part-time athlete, Mr. Center Point Power Forward. Whatever the hell they call you basketball douchebags."

Derek had snorted. “At least I play.”

Stiles had run his tongue over his teeth, eyes dragging from the worn tips of Derek’s sneakers up to his slowly reddening ears. “Alright, Hale, if that’s how it’s gonna be— You come to the rest of my games, and the next goal I score is all yours.”

He had smirked, and Derek had ached with wanting him.)

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y0ur4veragekid:

chazkeats:

astickfigureillustration:

unsolnosilumina:

Holi, the Hindu festival of colour. (x)

This has to be the most beautiful celebration on the planet.

#yay #pictures of the ACTUAL FESTIVAL instead of pictures of a bunch of white kids acting like it’s an extension of warped tour

Amazing