I'm that bass playing, piano rocking, awkward, reading, babbling, bittersweet, sarcastic, bitchy, caring, singing, flower-for-a-name chick. i draw comics of myself in awkward situations. i also enjoy the thought of polar bears playing D&D.
DIY camera purse/bag
While I don’t have a second lens yet, I would eventually like to get one. And that means I would need a camera bag.
I look at them online every once in a while when I get bored, and all the ones that I really like are basically trying to be normal bags, just with the ability to safely house your camera. :P (Plus they were generally really expensive) So today I came across someone who made their own padded inserts usually found in camera bags, and just stuck them in a bag they had…which I thought was awesome o-o! I hadn’t even thought to make it myself o-o.
I just have to figure out a bag that will be sturdy enough to use o-o!
always check thrift stores for used leather bags and stuff! usually like-new and, like the picture above, i think a leather bag would be sturdiest! :)
scuse you i know for a fact that his shirt is really spiffy
so no one is gonna mention the hat
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when he gave her to me 2 years ago… it hurt.
“what changed?”
“i stopped calling her by her name. she’s not mine anymore.”
and i fought. i fought until my voice was rasp from crying, screaming, reasoning.
“but you’re not done yet! what am i supposed to do? you still have stories to tell!”
mascara streaming down my face, drenched head to toe from the downpour. he just stared out across the street into the darkness, through the rain, watching the lightening.
after what felt like a year in a moments time, he turned to me, a mask of seriousness over his face and light in his eyes.
“here. take it. if you don’t, i’m going to destroy it. it’s your turn to tell a story”
my back straightened, i shook my head. tears escaping my eyes.
“take it. please.”
and then she was mine.
it’s begun. i’ve started. it’s my turn to tell a story, and she’s going to help me.
i won’t let you down. i’ll write these songs.
My sim runs a daycare center and one of the toddlers died and it stretched out and the Grim Reaper is dressed in graduation robes and has been standing in my bathroom for 2 game hours. The parent is just waiting outside.
JESUS
Actually, the “door” in question is actually not a door at all!
If we turn this “door” clockwise we reveal…
…that it is actually a door frame!!
It is a piece of paneling from the doorframe in the First Class lounge based off a piece that was actually recovered:
This piece isn’t more than 3cm at maximum thickness!
In reality, if the panel in the movie was based off the actual panel,
It shouldn’t have held either of them afloat!!
Holy fuck
omfg Layton
LAYTON PLEASE
MAAATH!!!
god, i love math
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