safe plastic


Whew, finally back from school! Now that I’m free, it’s time to reassemble one of my best school essentials for next quarter—tiny, reusable packets of herbs that are perfect for spells on the go (or spicing up a dull meal…what’s the difference, really?). 

While I love the look of tiny bottles for portable ingredients, they’re not as space-saving as these repurposed straws. So though my best staples get bottled for easiest refills, I like to keep the odd ingredient (or extra backups of the classics) rattling around in my pockets like this! Some things to keep in mind:

  • Only melt the ends as they’re separated from the herbs by the pliers/tweezers—food safe plastic or not, you still don’t want that melting on your ingredients!
  • Most straws work for this, but thin plastic straws may warp and bubble further up the tube before the ends seal shut; try a few tests, and heat with care.
  • While I always carry around a pen knife, if you don’t, consider keeping these in a little pocket tin with a razor blade for easy opening. Cutting the small notch in the end is pretty effective for fingers-only opening, but may cause leaks in fluid-filled packets and should be avoided in those cases. Small, neat incisions with a knife also make for easier sealing for reuse! 

EDIT: while I didn’t touch on it too much here, I also use these to prepare ready-made spells. If you’re doing this, consider matching the color of the candle and straw to the spell intent!

The Poor Man’s Guide to an Easy No-Sew Doll Wig Cap and Wig

Do you have a bald doll? Do you have absolutely no ability to sew or make wigs? Well it’s your lucky day! Because with The Poor Man’s Guide to an Easy No-Sew Doll Wig Cap and Wig, your bald dolly can have hair in no time! *yaaaaaaaaaaay*

The first thing you need is some tacky glue, a cruddy paint brush that you couldn’t care less if it died in a fire, and saran wrap!

Wrap your dolly’s head in the saran wrap like you’re trying to suffocate it! Seriously, stretch the saran wrap downward so there’s as few wrinkles as possible, and secure it tightly with a rubber band / twist tie / etc.

Wrap the doll’s head tightly again, but this time with a thin fabric that you will use as the base of the wig. I used thin cotton. start painting a layer of tacky glue alllll over the head.

Let the tacky glue dry (you may want to do a few layers) and when the fabric has hardened, you can cut the cap to the shape of the hairline. If you cut the saran wrap, you must wrap the doll again! Keep the doll covered safely in plastic wrap!

Apply hair (whatever you wanted to use, faux fur, alpaca, etc) by adding a small chunk at a time. Be sure to remove any undercoat or extra fluff from each bunch before applying to the wig cap. Paint the spot where you want to apply with glue, add hair, paint over again with glue to secure.

Go row by row until you reach the top.

This is where it gets tricky - It’s hard to see in the photos, but first you apply a chunk of hair going *against* the direction you want it to lay. Then, you add a small amount of glue and *fold* the hair so that it lays flowing in the correct direction, and creates a nice looking part in the hair.

And there it is! The Poor Man’s Easy No-Sew Doll Wig Cap and Wig! Enjoy!

!Extra tips!
+This method works with faux fur, alpaca, fibers of all sorts, thread, feathers, whatever you want! The glue is what worked best for us! There is nothing set in stone, Get creative!
+Drawing on a dried wig cap can help if you need to know where your part will be and which direction you want your hair to go!
+This is an excellent method for boyish or pixie wigs! Cutting as you go is also possible, but the end result can look a little choppy if you aren’t careful. For some people though, its much easier to cut as you go to create a more layered look!
+THE WIG CAP WILL END UP A HARDCAP! It will only fit similar dolls to the one you made it for!
+You can also keep a pair of scissors handy to cut into wefts first, paint glue on, and then add them.
+Laying down Saran Wrap on your workstation can help with keeping an easy to clean spot. 
+Glue WILL dry on the brush. In our experience, hay brushes are the easiest and don’t stick to the fibers as much.
+The finished products are delicate, and should only need light brushing or treatment with appropriate products!
+There is no set method for the part, everyone has their own method!

Lastly, if you use this tutorial, we would LOVE to see your wigs! :)
Here are some made using the method here!


some low quality gifs of atlas telling you he loves you

Persian Sugar Wax Recipe

I found his recipe here:

After trying a few other recipes as well as Gigi (way too painful and messy for my taste), this has been my favorite. 

Why I love it:

  • It’s super inexpensive to make
  • It barely sticks to your skin
  • A lot less pain than traditional wax
  • Biodegradable/Natural


  • Sugar, white or brown (1 cup)
  • Water (2 Tbsp)
  • Lemon juice (1.5 Tbsp)
  • Salt, optional (1 tsp)

Combine ingredients in a small sauce pan and bring to a simmer over low-medium heat. Keep an eye on the mixture as it can boil over easily. If it starts rising too much, lower the heat. Simmer for 10 mins or until the color is a medium/dark carmel color. Pour the sugar wax into a heat safe/microwave safe bowl (don’t use plastic or metal) and set aside for 20+ minutes. 

Getting the consistency right is the hardest part, once you’ve got it (after a failed batch or two), it can be stored in an airtight container to be used later. Make your hands SLIGHTLY damp, and grab a 1" ball of the wax work it by pulling it apart, then kneading it back together. Spread it onto the hairy areas and pull back swiftly. Knead it some more and keep going. 

Soooo happy to have my nether regions smooth again.

anonymous asked:

someone left a review of a sub he got from us. now, for our hot subs, we have these thin plastic (food safe) sheets we put over them before wrapping. it keeps like meatball subs from leaking through the wrapping paper. so this person got a sub wrapped in this manner, and complained that we "put a plastic bag on my sub, i'm never going back there!" i could only laugh. i wanna print it out and put it in our breakroom lmao

This is war

pairing:  More of a mutual hate? Ivar slightly turned on by your antic’s, I guess Ivar x Reader

fandom: Vikings. Modern University student, disgruntled flatmate AU

warnings: Coarse language, hinted masturbation, extremely antisocial behaviour, dead animals

Prompt from: @whenimaunicorn Friday Night Ritual (It’s Friday night where I live) this is just for fun  I thought of this when I saw the photo above and thought why not?

This was it, you told yourself. You’d had it. This had to stop. This was the seventh time this week alone. You didn’t mind music, hell, you even loved the song that was playing right now, but you could not sleep with ‘Hit the Road Jack’ blasting out of your flatmate’s room at 1:00 am. You didn’t know him very well. You shared a kitchen, living room and bathroom, the rest of your time you spent in your room studying or out working shifts at the Petrol station. The landlord Floki had said that he was a family friend, also he advised that if you kept out of Ivar’s way, you’d be fine, whatever the hell that meant. 

The conditions of your stay were fine by you, the flat was relatively nice, in your price range and close to the train station. You had no problem’s with your flatmate. You hardly even saw him. Sometimes he would be in the kitchen when you went to get something or he’d be watching TV. You smiled and said hello, but he would just glare back say the occasional hi or hey. And that was the way things were until, the second week in when you accidentally ate his favourite cereal. To you it wasn’t a big deal, you’d honestly made a mistake and grabbed the wrong box when you went for a midnight snack. You brought him a new box and put a post-it note on it saying that you were sorry. And that’s how it all started.

You’d gone to get ready for a lecture the next day. You had a shower and went to dry your hair with the hair dryer. You turned it on only to get a face full of baby powder. You sputtered and shrieked, but after you laughed. Yeah, okay, you had to admit that was pretty funny.

“Okay Ivar, I supposed I deserved that, good one!” You sung out to him across the house, but you got no reply. You sighed, would it really kill him to say something other than; hey, hi, good, hmm, yes, no and bye? You cleaned off again and left for your lecture. That night you came home from your shift and you couldn’t wait to finally get some shut eye. You opened the door to your room and flopped onto your bed, only to jump back up and scream in pain as what felt like a dozen needles dug into your flesh. Heaving, you threw back the covers to find forks strategically taped exactly where you had flopped on the bed. Okay, this was not funny. How the hell did he even get into your room? You had locked it with a key.

You marched to his room and pounded on the door. He opened it with a smug expression on his annoyingly handsome face.

“Ivar, I am sorry about your cereal, but forks, really?”  

“Oh it’s not just about the cereal,” he snarled, his face contorted into a wicked grin.

“Okay?” You took a step back, “What is this about then?” He actually looked quite scary.

“I was quite happy here by myself until you showed up, leaving the teaspoons wherever the hell you like, kicking ice cubes and crumbs under the fridge, putting the water bottle’s back half empty and your hair…”

“What about my hair?” You asked defensively.

“You shed like a dog, it’s fucking everywhere!” You felt as if you’d been slapped, did he just compare you to a dog?

“What is your problem!?” You yelled at him.

“You!” He growled back, but then he smirked, “But you won’t be for much longer, I will get rid of you, just like the last one,” he sneered and he slammed the door. Leaving you confused and slightly scared. What did he mean like the last one? Was he a serial killer?

The days past and his meaning became clear; he wanted you to move out. However, you were determined to stay a thorn in his side. You endured; food dye in your toothpaste, your clothes changing colour in the wash, him buying a universal remote and randomly changing the channels while you were watching TV, an ice bucket challenge in the middle of the night, even, finding a dead mouse in your shoe and a frog in the coffee pot but, you drew the line at continuous sleep deprivation. You marched to his room again and pounded on the door.

“Okay asshole I am willing to negotiate with you!” You screamed over the music. It suddenly stopped and the door swung open, he greeted you with a triumphant smirk plastered across his face.

“So,” he drawled, “When will you be leaving?” You clenched your fist.

“I will not be leaving!” You fumed. He snarled and turned back to the stereo, you grabbed his wrist before he could flip it back on, “I know you can’t sleep either while that’s blasting.”

“I won’t stop until you are gone and I get my flat back, this is war,” he snatched his hand back.

“You are insanely petty, you know that? The flat was never yours, it belongs to Floki! Stop acting like a child! I’m staying here, whether you like it or not and you’re going to have to either, deal with it or move out because I sure as hell can’t afford anywhere else!” You screamed at him. He stiffened and looked at you curiously.

“I can’t believe you, of all people, hold the record,” he commented looking you up and down

“What record?”

“The record for longest stay; four weeks two days, before that it was only two weeks.You are the most stubborn person I have ever met.”

“Now that’s the pot calling the kettle black,” you spat before turning around and storming out of his room. The music started up again. You turned back around to see him flipping you the bird in the hallway. “Really? Grow up Ivar,” you commented before you grabbed your bag and headed out the front door.

“Where are you going? Are you finally leaving?”  

For once you smirked back at him, “If you want a war, you’re going to get one. I’m bringing down the thunder Ivar, surrender or batten down the hatches.”

You went to the 24hrs corner store. Not only were you going to need, weapons, tools and ammunition you were going to need protection and provisions. You had three brothers, you were a prank war veteran, but this was no laughing matter, your residence was at stake. When you finally got to the checkout the clerk looked at your items and then to you.

“Don’t ask,” you warned and slapped your card on the desk, the clerk only nodded and scanned the items.

“Are you okay hun?” She asked slightly concerned.

“I haven’t slept in two days and there’s a frog in my coffee pot. No, I am not okay.”

“Boyfriend trouble?” She asked handing you your groceries.

“I wish it was that simple,” you murmured and headed back to your flat.

The first thing you did was lock your door, then you barricaded it. You had no lectures or shifts tomorrow, but you knew for a fact that Ivar did, you had taken a photo of his timetable he left on the kitchen bench. Revenge would come, but not now, you thought to yourself as Annie Lennox’s voice drifted through the flat singing ‘Sweet Dreams’. Sweet dreams indeed you smiled as you pulled out your industrial-grade earplugs and slipped them into your ears.  

The next day you didn’t waste your time. You avoided the trip wire in the hallway and made a beeline for his room. You experimentally turned the door knob. Locked. You took out your key, now was the moment of truth, was Floki a real cheapskate? Had he installed the same locks? You slid the key in and it miraculously fitted and turned. So that’s how Ivar was sneaking into your room. You smiled and stood back, not stupid enough to stand in front of the opening door in case he booby trapped it. But after nothing happened it appeared that he thought you were either stupid or had no lock picking skills. You hauled your supplies into his room and got to work. When you were done in his room you pulled out your phone. You opened the phonebook and found the number you were looking for and dialled it. You couldn’t wait for Ivar to get back home.

He came home at five o’clock. He opened the door and slipped on the oil you had placed there moments before.

“Welcome home, flatmate,” you smiled as you sat on the couch sipping your tea.

“Amateur,” he grunted picking himself off the ground.

“I tried my best.” You shrugged feigning defeat.  You wish you could follow him and watch the chaos unfold with your own eyes, but you lurking down the hallway would make him suspicious. You didn’t worry though, you had hidden a camera in his room. You wondered what would get him first, the chair or the bed. A loud hoot of a fog horn and a scream of shock answered your question. The chair.

“You’ve been in my room?!” He raged.

“Oh yeah I hope you didn’t mind, I had a bit of a clean up in there. See, you had so many clothes and I thought that there were so many people in need, so I donated them.” You smiled sweetly. “Oh,” you added, “And I found your porn stash you pervert, that’s gone too.”

You heard him start stomping down the hallway cursing. Time to go. You ran to your room and shut the door and locked it before he reached it.

“You coward! Come back out here!” He slapped your door angrily. You didn’t actually donate his clothes, they were safely wrapped up in plastic bags under your bed, but the porn stash? Well, it rested in pieces.

“You thought I was a problem before? How do you like me now mother fucker!” You taunted. You heard him rustle the keys, and scratch at the lock. You smiled, ah revenge was sweet.

“What the fuck?” he cursed.

“Also, I figured out how you’ve been getting in here, I had a locksmith come today. Give it up Ivar.”

“Okay, well played, well played. I didn’t know you had it in you, but you’ll have to come out sooner or later,” he hissed.

“Nope, I’m set for a few days. I have a cooler, a bucket, food and water in here. Do you yield?”

“Never! When you come out I will make you regret this, I’ll have Floki evict you,” he snarled.

“What? Can’t you get rid of me yourself? What is it now? Hmm… four weeks and three days?”

You heard him storm off grumbling something under his breath.

You smiled as you heard the smoke alarm go off accompanied by a string of curses. That would be him microwaving the aluminium foil you taped to the underside of his favourite plate.

“Do you yield?” You yelled out.

“Go to hell!” You got in response. You smiled, you were enjoying this too much.

“I have your clothes,  if you give up and allow me to live in peace and admit that I am worthy of staying here, I’ll give them back to you,” you cooed. You heard him storm back to his room, moments later you heard a disgusted yell. That would be the live crickets you put in his bed. Half an hour later you heard laughter. Mad, broken laughter. You assumed that would be because of the Nicolas Cage face you had pasted to the inside of his cupboard or the swapped CDs in the wrong cases. You frowned as you heard footsteps approach your door. What was he doing now?

“Okay asshole I am willing to negotiate with you,” he spoke finally.

“There will be no negotiation, you yield, we live in peace and you admit that I am worthy of staying here and I will give your clothes back.”

“Oh but you are forgetting something,” he almost sung. You creased you brow.

“And what’s that?”

“I can change the Wifi password.”

“No!” You shrieked. That evil bastard!

“Are you ready to negotiate?”

You couldn’t risk it. You opened the door. Ivar strode in and sat at your desk.

“Now what?” You shrugged, “I’m not leaving.”

“Neither am I,” he stated.

“Well it seems we agree on one thing, we both want to live here. So can we live in peace?”

“I think we can, If you give me my clothes back and never cross me again.”

“I will, if you don’t cross me again and you swear never to change the Wifi password. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” he nodded and you shook his hand. He seemed to hold some kind of newfound respect in his eyes. Smiling you bent down and reached under the bed to retrieve his clothes. You turned back around and caught him quickly averting his eyes. Wait? Was he just staring at your ass? You looked back to him and frowned, don’t be stupid, you told yourself. You infuriate him. He would not be one bit interested in you.

“You are a worthy opponent, and you by far, are my favourite flatmate,” he grinned darkly.

“Well you’re not my favourite flatmate, but you keep me on my toes,” you smiled and shoved his bags of clothes in his arms and herded him out the door. He got to his room before he turned to you again.

“By the way, I was bluffing, only Floki can change the Wifi password. I just needed a way to get you to listen to me,” he smirked, “You still need to prove you’re worth keeping around.”

Damn it, you fumed. He had no real leverage, he tricked you into a truce!

“Oh go fuck yourself!” You hurled the first insult that came to your mind.

“Perhaps I will,” he turned back to you, you gawked like a fish out of water. “But trust me,” he continued, “After this, I won’t be imagining that my hands are my own, my favourite flatmate,” he smirked suggestively and shut the door behind him locking it, leaving you a flustered mess. You buried your face in your pillow and groaned. You bolted up in shock when you realised you had left the camera in his room, rolling. Fuck.

Just spent a half hour removing Easter eggs filled with gravel from the fish tanks and reptile enclosures because someone thought it would be cute to be “festive.”

Please do not put regular Easter eggs in your animal’s enclosure. It is NOT safe for them, the plastic can and will leech chemicals into the water, and if your pet breaks it, they could die.

All the eggs were also filled with unsifted gravel, which means all the tiny dust particles and tiny pieces of gravel could have been ingested, and in the fish tanks (and the frogs!!!) that could kill the fish. Please just don’t do it. Only use things in your animal enclosures that are approved for that animal.

circustalia  asked:

If there was a society where Giants and tinies co-existed, do you think dollhouses would be advertised as legitimate homes for tinies? What do you think would be an ideal dollhouse to live in?

I imagine with society there would be different types of dollhouses, some that are not really safe for tines like plastic houses then the ones that are made with wood and hand made furniture. To me that’d be the ideal house for tines, however if they were to live with giants i imagine its a huge house but with like made pathways (tunnels, staircases that have walk paths that let tines walk beside giants) and a shelf that they could have their beds in so their beside their giant companions. Think the hamsters in zootopia. For me i think a cute dollhouse that was handled with care with how they designed the house would be cute like this:

twillitprince  asked:

Hey fabrickind! i have two questions in one ask if thats okay! First off I have a finished Ekko cosplay from League of Legends, but I'm looking to make the cylinder backpack thing he wears, but have no clue how to make it. Secondly, I'm looking to make a cosplay of Helix from Arms, but have no idea where to start other than a green bodysuit, any suggestions for the rest?

Hello there!

It’s hard to tell in the references I’m finding if this is transparent or opaque, so I’ll give advice on both.

If you want it to be opaque, a cardboard shipping tube would be a good base. These can be purchased at office supply stores and copy stores, or anywhere else they sell supplies for packing and shipping items. 

If you want it to be transparent,  I would use a clear plastic poster tube as a base. These often already have straps, so you’d be well on your way to the item. These tend to be thinner than this is depicted, though, so if you want something thicker, you may be able to find a tube used as packaging (even better if this is something recycled or scavenged), or you may be able to make a tube by rolling a sheet of clear, flexible plastic (like PETG) and using a plastic-safe glue to attach the ends together into a tube. You may also be able to find a clear plastic mailing or storage tube in the right dimensions.

For the decorations, craft foam/thin EVA foam would be a good option, as would your thermoplastic of choice. I would recommend adding the attachments for the strap (if your tube doesn’t already have them) around the tube before adding the decorations, so that the attachments are mostly hidden – I’d look into a strap around the circumference of the tube with a D-ring attached, with the straps firmly glued in place. Leather or faux leather straps or belts can be used for the shoulder strap. I would attach these with small clips (like you may have on the straps of a messenger bag) so that you can detach them from the tube if needed. Paint this all as needed and you’re good to go!

For Helix, you’re going to need a green bodysuit with a hood as a base, yes. I’d shape the hood like you were making something similar to a hazmat suit so that you can get that head shape – you may need to add some structure in there, such as another fabric, so that a spandex knit will sit that way – rather than contouring the hood to your head like a traditional hood. For fabrics, a green and yellow mystique would be lovely.

 For the magenta and cyan arms and head tuft, I’d use tubular crinoline (sometimes shortened to ‘tubular crin’), which is the material that cyber dreadfalls are made out of. This would get you the right kind of tubular neon look that you would need.

The arms are going to be tricky, since I assume that you have human arms and not DNA arms. To get the double helix look, you can apply yellow stripes to your sleeves, and then once you put the tubular crin around your arms (handsewn in place while the material is stretched), it should create the illusion of the double helix.

The hands are another challenge, and may end up being heavy, depending on what you use. Acrylic globes would be a decent option if you don’t mind the weight and expense and really wanted the translucent look. Paper mache is another good option if you want something lighter weight. Hollow styrofoam spheres (you can usually find hemispheres, so you’d have to attach them together) might be another option, but less than ideal. Paper lanterns would have a visible texture from the wires, but you can use a similar principle to make them lightweight and possible collapsable. You’d want to attach a handle bar that goes across the inside (so that your hands would fit inside and be hidden) no matter what material you use, but how you attach this would depend on the material. The detailing can be done again with either thin EVA foam or the thermoplastic of your choice.

For the chest harness, look into how leather chest harnesses for kink wear are constructed, since it is a very similar design. I’d do the four straps coming off of an O ring in the middle, and then attach the decorative plate with loops on the backside that the straps feed through. This will be stable without having to worry about the plate material holding tension or pressure.

I hope that helps! Good luck :]

Fabrickind / Q&A Staff

ever notice how all victor’s shirts are kind of low-cut? because i did, and then this happened. 

for @marianthehawke <3


Yuuri shouldn’t even buy it. Victor already has ten just like it in his second closet back in Russia that’s filled to bursting as it is, but Yuuri has to touch it only once to know that he can’t leave the store without it. He stands in front of the display for way longer than he probably should, rubbing it against his cheek and imagining what the deep burgundy will look like against Victor’s pale skin. 

When he brings it up to check out, the sales lady pastes on a smile and tries very hard to make it seem like molesting sweaters is completely normal and that she definitely hadn’t been reaching for the panic button.

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Summary: Dean x Reader - The reader has to go undercover with Dean, but pretending to be the girlfriend of the man she secretly loves is a lot harder than she thought it would be.

Triggers: None

Word Count: 4131

Y/N = Your name  Y/L/N = Your last name


Dean and you were best friends. Hell you were the one he turned to when he couldn’t talk to his brother. It was you who he asked to come with him to pubs when Sam wasn’t up for it, and you he would wake up in the middle of the night to share a silent whiskey with after one of his frequent nightmares. He knew you would just be there for him, no questions asked. You were his rock just as much as he was yours. And not only during a hunt, where he knew you would have his back, but outside of that as well.

You’d even acted as a wingman on occasion; taking pride in your creativity when it came to helping the guy get some poor girls number. There were certain things a girl could do as a wingman that would just seem strange if Sam tried to do them.

The two of you went together like drunk and disorderly, which was why it really fucking sucked when you realised that you loved him. Not just liked him, or were in love with him. You loved the clueless man with all your heart.

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Blueberry Lemon Fruit Leather

Homemade fruit leather makes a great natural snack. This version combines fresh blueberries, lemon juice and lemon zest for a delicious berry-citrus flavor. It takes a while to prepare, but the process needs little attention as the fruit dries in a warm oven.


10 minutes prep, 7 hours drying.

3 cups fresh blueberries
Zest of 1 lemon
Juice of 1 lemon
1 to 2 tablespoons of sugar to taste (optional)


1. Heat the oven to 170 degrees F. Line a baking sheet (about 17 x 11 inches) with a silicone baking mat, microwave safe plastic wrap or parchment paper.

2. In a blender, puree the blueberries, lemon juice, lemon zest and sugar (if using) until smooth, about 30 seconds.

3. Pour the puree onto the lined baking sheet. Use an offset spatula to spread the puree in an even, thin layer.

4. Place the baking sheet in the oven and dry for 6 ½ to 7 hours. The fruit leather is done when it is firm, no longer sticky and can be pulled away from the lining of the baking sheet. Let cool completely.

5. Pull the fruit leather away from the pan liner. Cut into 16 pieces and serve.

anonymous asked:

are plastic plants bad for bettas? I want to get one but need help with research

I personally do not recommend plastic plants for betta tanks. (Honestly I don’t like how they look in general, too stiff for my tastes)

Bettas have delicate fins and plastic plants have a nasty reputation for cutting them up. However, there are some betta safe plastic plants out there. Does anyone know of any? I can’t think of any specifically off the top of my head.

I would reccomend silk plants. They’re really pretty and look more natural! Or you could get some in bright colors, whatever suits your tastes anon! If you can’t find silk plants you like or you want a cheaper alternative then you can always buy silk flowers from places like Dollar Tree and Miachel’s. Just make sure you soak them overnight to make sure none of the colors leak out.

Or you could jump into the world of planted tanks! It’s a little more complicated but the end result is gorgeous! I hope this helps, and if you have any more betta questions I’d love to answer those too!


part two of progress pics! after 6+ hours spent carving bill cipher, the border lines, and the glyphs around the edges, it was time to paint them black with underglaze. i painted over everything with a coating of wax-resist, scratched it out of the ‘lineart’ designs, and then painted everything with black underglaze - a technique known as mishima. the wax will burn off in the kiln during the first firing, leaving the black pigment behind and readying it to be glazed and fired.

The people next door keep acting like dicks
therapy comes with no guarantee
I’m trying to get better at ignoring their shit
I always keep things of value in plastic bags, safe
playing games, watching movies, reading books, writing poetry
the complete absence of background noise causes insanity in minutes
still sucks sometimes
that’s got to be the police. Who else moves like that?
The world can suck my butt
when attempting a crossword… Fuck it.

@hex-n & @occulticchlamydia