this is going to be my college thesis


Hi Tumblr! Long time no see!

I’m excited to share the product of my absence!  For the past year, my thesis partner and good friend Esteban Bravo and I have been developing a computer animated short film, “In a Heartbeat,” for our senior thesis project at Ringling College of Art + Design. We are launching this Kickstarter to help cover the costs of hiring a professional composer and sound designer for our film!

“In a Heartbeat” follows an insecure middle school boy who has yet to come to terms with his sexuality. When he crosses paths with the most popular boy in school, his heart pops out of his chest to go after the boy of his dreams. Please visit the Kickstarter page for more development, information, and production artwork on the project!

We are currently mid-production, about to wrap on animation and begin lighting, rendering, and compositing the film, but we need YOUR help to make this film the best that it can be!  Any contribution helps, be it a donation or simply sharing the video and spreading the word!

THANK YOU SO MUCH! This film has been a true labor of love for us both and I am so excited to share the finished film with you this Spring!


Chapter Three [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: As graduation grows closer, so does your relationship with Lin. 

Word Count: 1,626

Warnings: Slow burn, but y’all are used to it by now, right?

Authors notes:  Ren - Do you guys know how much I love sister dynamics? A lot. This chapter was really cute to write, hope y’all enjoy!

Sab - Things are moving/shaking, we’re getting into the nitty-grtty, basically it’s all very domestic and I’m in love. Please give us feedback we live off of #validation.

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“Lin, how do you spell disseminate?” your voice echoed in his messy living room, his answer coming almost automatically.

“Why do you need to know this word anyway?” You looked up from your laptop, watching his efforts while writing in a notebook on his desk.

“Fancy words make me look smart,” you shrugged.

“You are smart.”

“They don’t know that.”

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I Hope he Likes Surprises Pt5

A/N: Emily ( @whitechocolateperfection ) is making me do this, so if no one likes it I’m blaming her lol ..  song at the beginning is ‘I’m Yours” Alessia Cara 

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‘But I tore down my walls

And opened my doors

And made room for one

So baby, I’m yours’

“Babe, you’ve got to stop listening to this garbage. It’s just going to make you feel worse.”

“I thought you had a class to get to?”

“Don’t you have a class?” Zoe reiterates, placing a hand on her hip. “I know you’re hurting, but you can’t stay hidden away in here forever.”

“He hasn’t come back yet, Zoe. He’s still living it up in Portland. While I’m left, trying to hold myself together.”

Even though I told him I didn’t want him to call, I expected him to. I expected him to fight harder for us, for me.

“How will it be better if you hear from him? I don’t want you to be even more hurt.” Zoe sets her backpack down.

“Zoe this is two years of my life. Two years of holidays, and birthdays, and vacations with our families. Two years of loving and being held when I was too upset to fall asleep. I don’t want to move on and be single or even find anyone else. I want him, but he cheated on me.

I’m going to hurt a lot more before I get better.” I lay back on the couch, wondering when things all went wrong.

Zoe kneels down in front of me, placing a hand on me knee. “Do you want me to stay in with you? I can miss this class?”

“Go,” I try to smile. “At least one of us needs to graduate from college. I’ll be fine.”

“Babe, are you sure?”

“Zoe, go! I promise I’ll stay busy. I have a thesis to write.”

“Wuthering Heights is on my book shelf if you need an escape. I know it’s one of your favorites. I’ll be back in a couple hours, ok? I love you, Y/N.” I watch my roommate blow me kisses as she heads out the door.

It wasn’t a hard decision, coming to the  clearing. I hiked it hundreds of times with Shawn and it held so many memories. Maybe it was torture, reminding myself of all the laughs we shared here, but I don’t care. All caring does is create disappointment.

I lay the flannel blanket down and take a seat, looking around at the trees. There’s a park to my right and picnic tables to my left. A small family is eating sandwiches. The girl is drinking chocolate milk while her mother braids her blonde hair.

“I thought you’d be here.”

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So I was watching Flubber with the family tonight at dinner and, of course, immediately “inventor” made me think of Fiddleford. But not in a Flubber!Au kinda way.

It made me visualize what it’d be like, Fiddleford’s silly inventions all over the house, the basement, the lab, the dorm. Doing the small things he needs like folding laundry or fixing meals. Ford having to step over wires and be careful of beaker and whatever’s blowing steam.

And then an idea struck me: what if they DIDN’T get along well at first?

What if at first in college, Fidds and Ford just couldn’t see eye-to-eye and Ford never thought he’d have more trouble living with someone else besides Stanley.

“Fiddleford! Your silly robot just spilled oil all over my thesis!”

“Ford would you turn out the light?? Some of us like to SLEEP at 2 in the morning!”

“Fiddleford WHY do you HAVE to play the banjo at 6:30?!”

“If your Leanin’ Tower of Books breaks my machine, I swear…”

“….It’s not going to work.” - “For the last time, I’m tellin’ ya it IS TOO.” - “Oh for frick’s sake, SPEAK. ENGLISH!” - “Look, as opposed to your lazy ass, I quintuple-check my equations and I can garuntee that it’ll WORK!” - “You mean how it worked last time?” - “All it needed was a minor adjustment….” - “You almost caught half the dorm on fire in case you forgot.” - “A MINOR ADJUSTMENT.”

Or even doing small petty things to get on each other’s skin like, Fidds pulls a book out of place and it all tumbles on Ford. “Oh thanks for lettin’ me borrow your copy. I lost mine.” Or Ford switching the labels on some chemical compound Fiddleford was using. “Oh, gee, I don’t know how that happened.”

And like, Fiddleford always gives Ford shit because Ford just reads and writes he doesn’t actually create anything like he would and it’s not until Ford actually BUILDS something that WORKS and Fidds just stops and looks at it. Looks at him. “….Wait, why in tarnation are you in Backupsmore??” And Ford sighs…and sits…and retells his tragic backstory. Then they bitch about siblings (which is tougher? Living with a twin or living with 4 brothers and 3 sisters?), trade stories (”One time Stan and I had this idea…” “One time I lost my glasses in the pig’s yard…”). Ford points out a few things that Fidds takes into consideration. Fidds reminds him to bathe once in a while. They blow up the school on more than one occasion and while it’s nice that SOMETHING exciting happens at Backupsmore for once, the principle is getting pretty sick of seeing Ford and Fidds in his office and listen to them apologize for the 11th time in the last two weeks. Friendship builds.

And then Fidds is invited to live in Gravity Falls with Ford.

“Fiddleford!” - “What? Ford?? It’s…7:30.. Did you sleep at all?” - “Fiddleford your laundry robot was in my room again.” - “…so you broke it?” - “I thought it was a paranormal creature! It incinerated my lab coat with that laser you installed in it!” - “You still broke it..” - “Why the hell you think it’s necessary to attach a laser to everything is beyond me.” - “Cause the last thing I want is some nut job like you breakin’ it, doggonnit!”

I dunno.. It’s just really friggin’ funny to me to think about this. XD

Hey guys! How is everybody doing?

As for me I need to work (translation) before I can get down to study the topics for my last exam of the BA linguistics program… 😢 I will miss this so much, but you know life must go on…

(Sign) Language Barrier

This is a Spencer x deaf!reader story requested by @my-lil-kitten-reid. Obviously, the reader is deaf, so I apologize profusely in advance for the inaccuracies that are most likely inevitable in this story (my knowledge on what it’s like being deaf is incredibly low), but I hope you guys enjoy this fluffy little piece anyway :)

You spend the day with the team at work and they really do try to communicate with you through sign, but it comes out rather clumsily.

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There were definite perks of dating Spencer Reid, wise beyond his years, and light years ahead of his own age. For instance, as a criminology major, you could shadow him as research for your thesis. A definite perk, and exactly why you could currently be found on the Bureau Headquarters in Quantico’s 6th floor.

You were amazed by the luxury and professionalism of the building before you, swinging glass doors and a shiny elevator to match, a bull pen full of bustling people and walls of honored men facing those of the disgraced and hunted. Stepping into the building reminded you of why exactly you were in this field and you found yourself smiling.

“Hello, Smily.” A dark toned man grinned at you, deciding to take it upon himself to hold open one of the two massive glass doors for you, “What brings a pretty girl like you down to the wild Federal Bureau of Investigation. Need some saving?”

Your eyes were glassy and blank and your smiled shyly, hoping that this unfamiliar man understood what you were tying to convey. You knew he was talking, his lips were moving and his eyes were lighting up, but you only understood sign language and couldn’t read lips. He didn’t catch on.

“I’m Agent Morgan, but you can call me Derek,” He continued, smirking, even though the words weren’t quite finding your brain, “What can I do for you on this fine day?”

You gave him another shy smile, hoping this stranger to you would understand. He only frowned, “Aw come on, where’d that smile go?”

This time, your smile was apologetic, “Um, I’m sorry,” You said clearly, “I’m looking for somebody. I should really-” You made a motion toward the room before you, indicating your search. Derek apparently wasn’t backing downs

“I’ll help you,” He smiled charmingly, and there wasn’t much you could do, “Who is it you’re looking for?”

He was met once again with a blank stare, “Oh, come on, just a name, Smiley,” His grin grew flirtatious, “Or how ‘bout a number? Yours?” It was a crappy pick up line and if you had known what he had said, you would’ve been glad you didn’t hear it.

“What abou-” He started again, but he was cut off by Spencer racing in, hands flying oddly in shapes and motions. Derek was all the more thrown back when Spencer almost immediately pressed his lips to yours, “Woah! Boy Wonder, who’s this?”

“My girlfriend. Why?” He didn’t wait for an answer, too excited that his girlfriend, his best friend, was at his work, and suddenly his hands were waving and flying and racing once again.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked, more confused than he really should’ve been

“Sign language, Derek.” Spencer turned to his coworker, expression pensive, “Wait did I not tell you? Y/n is deaf,”

“Oh, deaf?” The tips of Morganms ears burned with an awkward blush. Thankfully, Spencer was too busy rapidly discussing matters of your arrival, fingers dancing just like yours.

“Well, for somebody deaf, she has really good English,” Derek muttered under his breath before trudging away to his desk and throwing his bag underneath.

“I want to introduce you to everybody.” Spencer signed, infinitely smiling.

“Okay,” You signed back, and Spencer gripped your hand and pulled you farther into the bustling room toward a certain pocket of desks.

A women sat at one desk adjacent to Derek’s while two blondes and an older man hovered around them, smiling lazily and desperately hugging coffees.

“Guys,” Spencer said, “I’d like to introduce you to y/n. She’s my girlfriend, but she’s also going to be shadowing me for the week for her college thesis.”

They all waved friendly waves and you did so back, though slightly more awkward. They began introducing themselves and Spencer translated, his fingers deftly moving alongside the words of his coworkers’.

“Alright,” Rossi eventually said, “What’s with the sign language?”

Spencer sighed, “Wow, I really didn’t tell you guys, did I? Well, y/n is deaf.”

They all hummed in response. JJ and Garcia turned and asked Spencer if they could teach them a little bit, Morgan jumping in moments later and asking for the same thing, hoping that he could avoid another awkward one-sided conversation like the earlier situation. The three of them watched hungrily at the way your hands moved in response to Spencer’s and and the way Spencer’s worked as a buffer between theirs and yours. The three tried to pick up on words and phrases that correlated to the way fingers moved up and down and side to side, thirsty to learn the suddenly pivotal language, but coming up with knots nothing.

Emily, on the other hand, began an energetic conversation with you. She, of course, already knew sign language. It was one of her multitude of skills. David leaned back, thinking without talking, wondering to himself where he had left his own instructional book on sign language from what must have been decades ago. And then he attempted to join in on Emily conversation, attempting to bring his rusty sign language skills to light, thought he quickly got lost in the conversation and even faster left behind.

All in all, they all liked you even despite the barrier of a loss of words. Spencer’s face lit up, “Oh you still need to meet Hotch, too! He’s our leader!”

And he was so excited, his fingers so merry and animated, that you laughed aloud before signing back,“Okay, that sounds great, but don’t we have some work to do?” Spencer laughed too, happier than the ten had ever seen him as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, gaining the presence of his coworkers’ careful, adoring gazes. He didn’t even mind.

Then Spencer lead you easily up a small set of stairs, his hand meeting the small of your back in the electrifying why it always seemed to do. He reached up then, his long arm reaching around you to knock on a certain office door, “Hotch?” He said as he pulled the door open, smiling, “There’s somebody I’d like you to meet.”


2.28.2017 | See? Progress! Yeah…

Here’s more or less what I presented last Wednesday, with a few extras added in (like the crowd walk and the shot of Aster sighing). Also animation notes! For that Thesis Bible we’re supposed to be working on!

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spacetaemin  asked:

discussion question: is one of kai's hands for taemin or for kyungsoo? why or why not? support your answer with evidence from the text

well damn amy i may as well write my college thesis on this but let’s get into it shall we

because kai’s first hand is obviously for krystal as we have discussed in the past, while his second hand is clearly for Taemin

if we’re going to go into textual evidence, let’s start with the basics

as we all know, Taemin and Kai have known each other since trainee days, as was shown on the 4 Things episode from when Taemin had his solo debut

like lmao tbt to when everyone thought that Kai was Taemin’s brother when this picture got released

look at those two buddies roamin’ the streets going shopping doing whatever it is guys do idfk

then there’s of course Taemin and Kai’s first award show together!!! 2011 gayo daejun!!! 

in this video at 56 seconds you can clearly see Amber (bless her) pushing Kai towards Taemin and then soon enough to two sweet bubs are smiley and laughing and just so cute they’re such good pals

then maxstep happened and that was truly a blessing like come on taekai in a car together

u know what weird fanfics happened after that and i’m not ashamed to say i read a fair few of them

plus let’s not forget the iconic Pretty Boy and all it’s performances!!! the jam of all jams. truly a bop. best hit. my all time favorite song ever honestly

like honestly i could go on for days how taekai are true bro goals like

they go get ice cream together

they go on romantic walks in the park together

just look at Kai’s arm draped gracefully over Taemin’s shoulders, what a true pal

so sweet

literally they never stop touching each other the skinship in this friendship is Truly Magnificent 

so much hand holding god bless the hand holding it’s so sweet so delicate so pure and wholesome

and let’s not forget the beauty that was this photoshoot like honestly it was the best photoshoot in the history of all photoshoots

not only are they holding hands in this picture, but taemin’s hand is placed gently on kai’s waist what True Pals

and we mustn’t forget

the Most Pure Moment. look at that. such a loving embrace. like Taemin’s group has just won yet it’s Kai who’s crying harder. is this not true friendship??? being proud of your pal for achieving so much and working so hard and being Recognized for it??

basically Taemin and Kai are True Pals, Best Bros, Friendship Goals of the Century

and yet it has dare been asked who Kai’s second hand is for??? no question about it. Taemin and Kai will hold hands for the rest of eternity

Hello loves, 

after writing four term papers in the last few weeks, this masterpost idea came to my mind. Those are just my personal strategies for what to do if you can’t seem to form any coherent sentences - if any of you want to add something to this, please do! :) 

1. The Blank Page

Nothing is worse than a blank page to start with. Anything you write seems stupid, you delete it, and the blank page is there again.

Fill your paper with formalities. Write your name, your professor’s name, the course’s name, the page number, and the topic. If you already have an outline, write the headings and subheadings and number them, so all you have to do is fill the space in between. Start on the Works Cited list. That way, your word count isn’t zero anymore and the page looks less frightening.

2. The “This Sounds Stupid”

If you’ve spent the last 10 minutes rephrasing the same statement about a thousand times because it just doesn’t seem to sound good, it’s not helping.

Just write it down and italicise/bold/colour/underline it so you know that you need to come back to this during proofreading. In the first writing stage, it’s more important to get the content down that to make the words sound elaborate and nice.

3. The Language Block

Sometimes, I just feel like there cannot possibly be any more English words for me to use. You look at your last full stop and you just don’t know how to even write a sentence anymore, let alone one with good content that fits your argumentation.

Take a break. Honestly. Give yourself at least two hours to do something different so your brain can reset.

Personal Tip: This is not for everyone, I know, but I found that it really helps. When I get a language block, I switch to writing a creative piece. Fanfics are great for that, but you could also try haikus or a letter to your grandparents. You’ll know exactly what to write, you have a plan of action for the characters or an event you can recount, and the words will come to you. This is why I almost always post a oneshot when I have an essay to write. 

4. The Topic Decision

Don’t know where to start? A good place to go from are presentations you held in class or short essays you already wrote. Maybe you’ve discussed a poem or looked up a definition of something, or you’ve read a study in class. Use Google Scholar or your textbook to find related topics and research problems. Go to the library, find the section on one author or phenomenon, and just flip through a few books. Chances are that you’ll find a topic that interests you - narrow it down until it fits into your word limit, for example by choosing a specific passage to discuss, and you’re good to go and formulate a thesis statement. 

If all fails and you can’t seem to decide on a topic, please go and talk to your teacher or professor in advance. Like, as soon as possible. They’ll be able to give you a few suggestions, maybe even book recommendations or interesting links. It might be a good idea to send them your thesis statement and a tentative outline of your essay before you start writing it to be sure they approve.

I hope this will help some of you! Have a wonderful day :)

Love, Meike x

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Prompt #165 - Accident Prone

@bryc-dlls-hwrd : ‘I cut my finger too deep while cooking but I don’t want to go to the hospital and you’re the med student who lives in the apartment across from mine; why can’t you just stitch it up?’

I am flying through these. Haven’t finished my thesis edits for the week though. 



She knocked on his door with tired eyes and frazzled red hair. Her hand was bound in a dishcloth, navy and white, splotched with red. Her face read as an apology, quiet but bashful as he started at her, one hand on the door, the other in the pocket of his jeans.

Claire Dearing from 12C was clumsy beyond belief. She had been his neighbour for close to three years now, and Owen was sure he couldn’t possibly begin to count her injuries on two hands, let alone any extras. ‘I cut my finger.’ She offered quietly, eyes meeting his with a bold determination. She thrilled him like that, soft and quiet but headstrong and determined to succeed. She was tiny for a college senior, almost as if she was waiting for a final growth spurt to hit her. He knew she had some height on her, but standing in his doorway, injured yet again, Claire looked so small.

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anonymous asked:

Can you talk about failure? Ever face failure in life something like(more like in school)? How did you deal with it?

I can definitely talk about failure, because I’ve experienced a lot of it. The only way to go through life without confronting failure at some point is if you never try to accomplish anything, and that’s a sad way to live. But, to make it more personal: I knew from the age of about twelve that I wanted to be a writer. Of course, one does not simply become a writer overnight, and I knew that, but I did not expect the number of stumbling blocks along the way. College was the worst. The creative writing department at my school was a bureaucratic clusterfuck. What I wanted more than anything was to stay on the fiction track and do a senior honors thesis in my fourth and final year. But here’s the catch: once you’ve taken Introduction to Fiction Writing, you then have to reapply every single year. And they do not take everyone back. 

My transition from Intro to Intermediate went just fine, but my Intermediate professor hated me. His class was full of arbitrary, stupid rules about what people could and couldn’t write, and he picked favorites from the very beginning. I wasn’t one of them, not because I wasn’t a good writer, but because I refused to conform to the weird Southern minimalist style our particular department favors. I did not get into Advanced the first time I applied. It was frustrating, but I applied again–this time using a piece of fiction which I knew fit perfectly within their little Southern grunge box. And I did get in. I was annoyed that I had to pander to their limited sense of aesthetics, but I did it. I still had my sights set on Senior Honors. But you only get one chance to apply for that. Guess what? I didn’t get in. I was simultaneously devastated and furious. But because I have never been a person to take anything lying down, I said, “Fine,” and applied to do a senior honors thesis in the dramatic art department instead. 

It wasn’t smooth sailing from there. I pitched my thesis idea to the department chair and she told me flat-out, “You can’t do this. It’s not possible, not in the amount of time you’re talking about.” And I said, in so many words, “Watch me.” I did exactly what I said I would and graduated with Highest Honors. 

I took a year off in the interest of making some money and finishing the novel I was at work on before applying to graduate school. I applied to fourteen different schools, for two separate programs: MAs in Shakespeare Studies and MFAs in fiction writing. What I didn’t realize (at the time) was that a lot of MFA programs are looking for the same sort of minimalist kitchen sink realism that my university’s CW department was falling all over themselves to read. That’s not what I write, so it’s not what I sent in with my applications. Now I’m going to tell you something supremely embarrassing: You know how many MFA programs rejected me? All of them. All of them except one, and they might have rejected me too if I hadn’t withdrawn my application because I figured out, mercifully, that an MFA was not at all what I wanted. That right there, my friend, is a lot of failure. 

As you can imagine, it wasn’t a good feeling. I’d realized I didn’t actually want to be in an MFA program at all, but that much rejection still stings. Did I start to doubt my talent and whether this whole writing thing was just a pipe dream? You betcha. But I’d already sent out 25 query letters. I’d already pulled that trigger, and it was too late to go back. So I said, “Alright. I’ve got one more iron in the fire. Let’s see.” 

By January I’d signed with a literary agency. It’s now July and I have a book deal with a Big Five publisher. In September I’m moving to the UK to study something I love more than anything else in one of the most culturally vibrant cities in the world. I’m not trying to brag. I’m trying to show you that failure and success are not mutually exclusive. Just because you fail at one thing does not mean you won’t succeed at another. But it’s not quite that simple. Failure does not define you. How you respond to failure does. If you someone knocks you down, get the fuck up. They only win if you let them. Failure works the same way. Take it like a punch. Grit your teeth, clench your muscles, brace yourself. It’s going to hurt, but it won’t cripple or kill you. Stagger up. Fight back. 

Failure is inevitable. Success is not. The people who succeed are the ones who refuse to give up no matter how many times they fail.

tfw i’m really anxious about what my professor will say about the hug beast illustration bc i really hope she will like the style, so that i can use it for the rest of the bestiary, it’s so fun and quick

but also i don’t want to send the illustration to her via email bc i was sick all last week and didn’t go to college, so i want to personally show her all the progress i made on the art part of my assignment

i got a lot of sketches & plans & stuff

it’s finally moving somewhere lmfao i think she’ll be happy for that at least

with current plans, i’ll have 9 detailed illustrations, 15 simple illustrations and 3 fully done 2-page illustrations. might take a break from the ask blog one week.

i love just spilling random thoughts on my blog.

i should really get to writing this god damned thesis. bleh.

also yeah hug beast’s official bestiary name is going to be hug beast.

ooc: Hey guys! So I noticed there was a month long gap in between my latest post and the one before it. 
The thing is, I didn’t even know it was that long. I thought it was a week at most. Time is moving very fast for me right now!
I have a feeling that is going to happen a lot in the next six-seven months. 
I already made a post about this I think two times already, but that was in the beginning of the summer. I thought I’d explain again really quick!

This year is my senior year at college, and since the beginning of Junior year until this upcoming March, I’m going to be working very intensely on my thesis project- for me, it’s a short 3D animated film! It’s going to be taking up pretty much my entire life until it’s done. So please understand that I won’t be able to update the blog as much as I would like to! 
(I have a thesis blog that I’ll be updating more now that the semester has began. Follow for cool 3D things and film progress updates!)

I finally got that deaged arc finished up so I can make more quick posts and hopefully some holiday posts, but posts might come far and few in between and I’m so sorry about that!

So there ya have it! 

Not deleting, not an official hiatus, just…. slow updates! 


An intern is tasked to do janitor work at a local aquarium, despite having hydrophobia. While cleaning, he comes across a mermaid who inadvertently helps him overcome his fear of water.

Behold! My junior thesis! You’ll notice that it’ll switch from color to lineart—that’s because despite ambition and getting a head start on this film, it wasn’t enough to complete everything. Regardless, this is my first legit thesis film, and I’m pretty happy with it. I’m definitely going to try and complete this film over the summer (as well as choosing better sound options for a possible submission to my school’s animation festival).

((Hey guys! Hope everyone is doing well lately! Nothing too big I wanna say, but I feel the need to give a little update on how things are going on my side.

Good news, I finally finished my thesis project! For those who don’t know I was making a 11x13 illustration book filled with Puertorican phrases and boy was it a pain in the ass to finally please those professors… But hey its done now and now just gotta wait for the last presentation so i can finally graduate~

Bad news, my college decided to go on a strike, preventing all of us to continue our classes and pretty much lessening my chances to be able to graduate this year…… Sounds great, right? 8′) Hahaha. Oh well, honestly I dont have the energy for it right now. I just wish they had done this crap earlier.. 

Anyway that’s how things are going now. I’m finally free to sit down and answer questions, but I’m still taking a bit since I’m kinda recovering from all of this. Also I’m planning to open commissions up to earn some money since this semester has had me spending far too much. So once I post the commission sheet, if interested, feel free to message me over at messenger or whatever and I’ll reply as soon as I can~))

I’m like, kinda happy about the direction my life is going.  I’m graduating college (magna cum laude if I can keep my GPA this semester, with Biology honors) with a B.S in Biology, B.A. in Psych, double minor in chem and neuro, with 4 years experience in a greenhouse, 5 years experience as a lab assistant, 4 years experience as a research assistant, 3 years experience as a lab technician, 3 prestigious award nominations, and I have a meeting with a woman who is my spirit animal to talk about my thesis (trees yay) who might be able to get me a job (at the very least, open up doors for me), and I know what it is I’m going to go to grad school for and the direction I’m taking my life (phd ayyyy) and someone’s GOT to hire me. Like I’m so proud of myself from going from someone who wasn’t going to survive past her 21st birthday, who was taking 40 laxatives a day, who was self harming and killing herself, who spent years in eating disorder residential programs and clinics and had no direction or goals to a person who is graduating college!!!!! Like, I’m so happy.  

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I recommend going to speak to someone at your college such as someone in Student Affairs or a counselor to address your concerns. It’s one thing for a college to take rights to a written essay, but it’s yet another to take rights to original artistic creations.

i’m definitely gonna have to have a talk with my professor about this, because if my concept is actually owned by college then i’m legit gonna quit and withdraw my thesis. at least i know that my professor is also very opposed to this kind of system and might give me some good pointers on what i can do if what i might could happen could actually happen.

i think i could technically re-do or tweak all the illustrations and re-release them as my own (which they already bloody are but fuck that, right?), but what i’m scared about more is the creature designs, which i REALLY grew to love and don’t want to change.

i love this concept too much to let it slip away from me like this.