Well, I got a job offer. Not nearly as much as I am currently making, but full time with benefits. I’d debating if I press my luck and make a counter offer or just accept what dregs are thrown at me at this point :p
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Well, I got a job offer. Not nearly as much as I am currently making, but full time with benefits. I’d debating if I press my luck and make a counter offer or just accept what dregs are thrown at me at this point :p
Tongue lolling, tail wagging happily, Jake is in his element when he’s on all fours chasing a ball or playing. While his owner has eyes on the Show’s prize, Jake thinks its all just a game and he’s here to play with others!
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I LIKE PUPS WITH GLASSES, OKAY?!
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Thanks! Some day I’ll try to write something more than the short snippets I do.
Some day … when I have a really good idea …
Nice write-up on interacting with pups at public events. I’ve seen a lot of really stupid behavior from people encountering pups and this write-up covers the whole of it.
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I am unfamiliar with this artist which is already a barrier to collaboration. In looking at their choice of subject matter I am very doubtful that a collaboration would be in the near future. Sorry!
Bleh. I don’t cope well with stress - I just completely lock down. This is not a good trait with final projects for the last semester of my college career rolling up. Staring at three projects blankly and nothing is happening :p
I think I’m broken XD
They called him the Flesh Farmer, though his name was Karloth Kurtz. Few people in the back alleys of London knew or even cared to know his true name. All they needed to know was that he payed very well for fresh flesh and that he was to be feared.
Urchins and work-house rats and runaways were fair game, nobody would miss them when they disappeared. They’d find their way onto Karloth’s damp and dreary operating table. None walked away without some wild and drastic change. Some never walked away at all.
When the stitches healed and the scars paled Kurtz would unveil them at his gala'ball’ - really just a sick parody of the glamorous parties held by the city’s elite. Only the most perverse or monstrous individuals were invited to the ball where they were allowed to bid for the twisted mockeries of humanity that Karloth paraded before them.
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If this isn’t your thing then you probably should look away now. :p
I hope we all remember the good doctor from ages ago. I’ve been wanting to invest in a slight return to some of my older, darker stuff. And he seemed like a good way to do that. This is definitely darker than recent imagery.
Ellie likes to think she is the bee’s knees when she has the whole of the apartment to romp about in. Even in this year’s Show you can see her swagger down the aisles. Its times like those that she is reminded how little control she has by the hands of her Master and a flogger. Afterwards she is ever-so-good, until he goes off to work or looks away and the cycle renews.
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Lots of portraits lately. But they’re good practice and they are for a good cause. The Show. >3
I love Ellie’s pixie cut. The fact that she plays the 50’s domestic role while being a Star Trek geek is adorable.