This is one of the projects we’ve been working on. It’s an actual cosplay-sized pen! The gold cap comes off, and the ink is replaceable.
Since these take a long time to make, whether or not we go forward and make some of these pens depends on how much interest there is. So reblog and share if you want to see more of these! ♥
This just blew my mind.
Hurt myself laughing
oh my god
My therapist showed me this video
OH MY FUCKING GOD
The funniest video I’ve ever seen in my life
I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard holy shit
My cat would sign this.
LIKE SISYPHUS I AM BOUND TO HELL
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Holy shit this is brilliant
Oh my god thank you
forwardiiiingWow yes this is a good thing
Passing this on because this is important.
“Tell him to go and stand outside then.”
Doctor Who Series 1: Dalek
Things I Love —> Tea ♥
Well, another season is over, and with it comes my yearly round-up of how I thought the show did handling my most favourite family— the Tyrells. No longer can I keep saying “Well maybe next episode they’ll…”, and any hopes I had have pretty much been turned into petal pulp, but there have been some good things. Some… a few… I mean just a few, but still.
For anyone who doesn’t feel like slogging through paragraph after paragraph on why I’m annoyed they fucked with the dynamic of a family you probably don’t even think about often, I’ll just give you a brief summary: In the end, all the changes amounted to jack-shit in the actual storyline, and I felt like I was lead on a wild goose chase only to end up right back to where I started. I generally feel as if the changes amounted to nothing, and instead of keeping to a relatively simple storyline, they decided to add weird shit here and there, take away pivotal characters, and then slap a sticker on the box saying ‘Brand New Recipe!’ that turns out to be pretty crap.
I would also like to point out that in the end I know none of this matters, and this little rant is the equivalent of crying over spilled milk. Still, sometimes it feels good to cry over spilled milk, okay? So indulge me.