Nicole
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This blog is a little of everything and a lot of inconsistency. I am Queen of the Queue and over-tag everything, so don't be afraid to ask me to tag something for you. I am planning a hobbit hole and you should talk to me about your dream house. Also Tamora Pierce. And The Posterchildren. As well as anything that's weighing you down (I am nearly guaranteed to be on your side).
Profile picture courtesy of Raya

 

inoticeyoureanerdfighter:

agapeeternal:

itsbetterthananal:

APPARENTLY  TODAY THEY HAD THIS LLAMA WITH AN OBAMA CAPAIGN AD ON IT WALKING AROUND THE DOWNTOWN AREA

A FUCKING OBAMA LLAMA

IM SCREAMING OMFG

Ok. It’s an Obama Llama. I can’t not reblog this. Sorry guise. not sorry

This is what I thought of immediately:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqXX6kuk_XQ

Who am I?

caolcaoimhe:

So I’m sitting here painting existentially fraught paint strokes, wondering what the point is of my dedication to an entire year of portraiture when it hits me. If I am blessed with a gift, and even if oblivion is inevitable and necessary, then I am determined to be a grenade, but not the kind of grenade that wounds (well, we are all the kind that wounds, but nothing can be done to change that). I want to be a grenade that explodes with awesome and touches as many people as possible. To have just one other consciousness feel a connection that is deeper than flesh in reaction to something I created is worth all these years and coming years of practice. John Green has taught me that more than any other person.
I so desperately want for people to see a living breathing soul in my work, my own little observations of the Universe, but apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory and so I am not there yet.
On an unrelated note, WOW glasses are really difficult. I spent probably twice the amount of time I did on the entire rest of the drawing making the glasses look right so that by the end, the shirt wasn’t worth the effort.

caolcaoimhe:

So I’m sitting here painting existentially fraught paint strokes, wondering what the point is of my dedication to an entire year of portraiture when it hits me. If I am blessed with a gift, and even if oblivion is inevitable and necessary, then I am determined to be a grenade, but not the kind of grenade that wounds (well, we are all the kind that wounds, but nothing can be done to change that). I want to be a grenade that explodes with awesome and touches as many people as possible. To have just one other consciousness feel a connection that is deeper than flesh in reaction to something I created is worth all these years and coming years of practice. John Green has taught me that more than any other person.

I so desperately want for people to see a living breathing soul in my work, my own little observations of the Universe, but apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory and so I am not there yet.

On an unrelated note, WOW glasses are really difficult. I spent probably twice the amount of time I did on the entire rest of the drawing making the glasses look right so that by the end, the shirt wasn’t worth the effort.

(Source: spectralbird)

perpetualthoughts:

To make this stamp I used a design I’d drawn in Photoshop and printed it out at the appropriate size. Before the ink set I transferred it to the rubber by simply rubbing the back of the paper with my fingernail. Then I outlined in pencil and carved out around the shape. I usually carve out the outline and then cut out the rest of the areas I want blank.

Then I made a print for my wall!

I  also made a dftba themed one a while ago.

:D

Hoo! Ha! Nerdfighters!