Art by Northwest (AxNW)
Studying

My urge to have ALL the knowledge becomes very sporadic and random and counterproductive at times:

When I should be studying design terms and looking at awesome hieroglyphics and carved scripts, I am also straining to not look up runes of the various cultures in Scandinavia, and myths and legends from the cultures, and how to carve the designs, and how ink-resist printing works, and wanting to barge out into Red Square and hunt down graffiti and new, student-made bricks on campus.

I mean, it’s all awesome and worthy knowledge, but only one of those veins will actually help me on my test on Tuesday.

mywestern:

Red Square. Photo by Andrew Dunn. #nofilter

mywestern:

Red Square. Photo by Andrew Dunn. #nofilter

grateful-melancholic:

Getting drunk and doing laundry.

last time I got drunk and did laundry I also had my typewriter and typed out the first chapter of a comic. It was like 2:30 a.m. and my drunk / high friends bumbled in laughing and stopped to stare and watch me just type until the dryer was done.

Looking at the prices for books next quarter

frenchspeakingfilipina:

imageWhat the fuck. I’m a BROKE ASS COLLEGE STUDENT. Emphasis on BROKE.

I am of the strictest opinion that textbooks overall are a massive scam, and I used to feel bad about getting textbooks not at the AS Bookstore, but I’ve learned to get past that feeling.

Especially since a lot of classes I’ve taken I barely even needed the “required texts.” All depends on the class, though.

coolstorysatan:

my life.

This is perfect.

coolstorysatan:

my life.

This is perfect.

hotrodngold:

nwartist:

For the first Cosplay Day at WWU I was Dark Catbug. I was going to be a more anthro-Catbug, but for the wings I didn’t have red tights, so I inverted the colors, and decided to just inverse the whole character.

My friend gave let me borrow little horns to wear all day. I have a sketch of roughly what I looked like. I’ll color it soon and repost.

Also, I’m still checking with people that stopped by that day for a picture of me, as my phone was taking crappy pictures.

*dramatic finger pointing*
I SAW YOU AND THOR AND JACK AND TALKED WITH YOU GUYS FOR AN HOUR AND YOU WERE AWESOME. JACK’S TOES FROZE AND YOU HAD A CRAP TON OF CANDY.

*happy dancing* You guys’re awesome.

:D :D :D!

Awesome!
I’m glad you enjoyed the day and even stumbled across this! It’ll be every 3rd Thursday of the month, starting in January, since December campus will be pretty much evacuated—if you’re interested in finding us laden with candy again.

For the first Cosplay Day at WWU I was Dark Catbug. I was going to be a more anthro-Catbug, but for the wings I didn’t have red tights, so I inverted the colors, and decided to just inverse the whole character.

My friend gave let me borrow little horns to wear all day. I have a sketch of roughly what I looked like. I’ll color it soon and repost.

Also, I’m still checking with people that stopped by that day for a picture of me, as my phone was taking crappy pictures.

nwartist:

Just giving a tour of my campus after dark.

The Angels protect the garbage bins and lonely bicycle at night near Red Square—which actually does glow red at night, but it never does show up on film…

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Our blood sacrifice circle may or may not be a downed spaceship, and is…

I want to do more. And when I do, it’ll be tagged with #welcome to western and #wtw

Welcome…to Western

Just giving a tour of my campus after dark.

The Angels protect the garbage bins and lonely bicycle at night near Red Square—which actually does glow red at night, but it never does show up on film…

Our blood sacrifice circle may or may not be a downed spaceship, and is officially known as The Islands of the Rose Apple Tree Surrounded by the Oceans of the World for You, Oh My Darling, and arrived on campus in 1987.

I stared at the Untitled thing and my vision grew blurry. I heard an unearthly sound, a grinding scream, ushering from the dark maw of the stone block.

I awoke and stumbled into the Haskell Plaza, just out front of the Biology building, to bear witness of the raw, Cyclopean feats of the short, green people.

I discovered one of the short, green people, lying off to the side in the dark. More than likely fatally wounded by their efforts, or by an ex-comrade in arms. I left that dark place.

In front of the SMATE building, you can see the Large, Long Bump that shoots from the small hill, through the brick path, and into the grass field. Recently-found-missing sources say there was a giant’s arm buried here. All construction has mysteriously stopped in this area…

Past “what might be a buried giant’s arm” there is a raised depression full of plants. It seems to just expel a sense of dread. I could not bring myself to get closer to the thing.

As you walk behind Bond Hall there are softly-lit windows beneath grates. We don’t ask about them…

…We don’t ask about the old, possibly-abandoned gym, either…

We also don’t talk about the blame-displacement by the sentient trees. (Subtitle reads: please go over to the bike racks)

The alien landing pad by College Hall. The lack of scorch marks suggests disuse, or more efficient spaceships.

And finally, the lockers on 4th floor of Bond Hall that appeared suddenly and mysteriously. Will note if they move…