Project Name: Caledscratch - More Than a Prop Build
Background: This project took me little over 3 months totalling 200+ hours of build time making it one of the most time consuming of all my projects. It features a functional DJ mixer with 4 amplified speakers in which is all powered by a 12V lead acid battery. This prop weighs roughly 23 lbs. A link to the whole build can be found here: http://imgur.com/a/cD7Ev#0
i’m cry
we all cry
holy balls
p e r f e c t
So I’ve seen a few questions on here on making Bro/Sis Strider glasses, and I thought I’d try my hand at giving advice, as I made a pair and was going as Sis until I lost them.
Right, so;
What I did was I went to Home Depot and bought a sheet of clear plexiglass. It was about 9x11” (not sure of…
Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hildager was sitting on the floor, her round, wet fat deposits still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hildager gasped when she saw a reflection in her respiteblock mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her hive. She stood and spun around, her chest sacks swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolfin (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolfin was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for consummating. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hildager’s rich chest.
As Hildager’s buttermilk ribtubes squished up against his granite abs, Torolfin almost had a bulge aneurysm.
“Hildager,” Torolfin murmured thickly, his throbbing pity wand pressing against Hildager’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden kismesis.”
Hildager had been waiting to hear these words. Her hate was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect vascillation. She saw herself and Torolfin miserably together, bathed in the golden light of hate. Her snatch got all warm, too.
“Torolfin,” Hildager moaned, her lush babyflabs straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolfin, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hildager looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolfin, get the bucket.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolfin flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hildager found herself being guided to her recuperacoon by the sheer force of Torolfin’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft red petals of her grubclunge.
Torolfin entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged shamestick pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hildager clutched at the recuperacoon walls with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their bulge inside it.
Then Torolfin moaned, arched his back, and suffered from bulge Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent hate fluids as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of hatemaking billowed around the room.
Hildager got out of the recuperacoon, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a meowbeast who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolfin,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her recuperacoon was empty.
Torolfin was gone, escaped out the respiteblock window. In the distance, Hildager heard the fading sound of galloping abs.
Used a dollar bin copy of Sense & Sensibility as the base then Mod Podge’d the new cover on that I reonconstructed and scaled for print. Thanks to Cuppacats for the reference pics and ThalassicPark for the fanfic synopsis on the back (✿◕‿◕✿)
BRO THERE IS NOTHING TO EAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT
Why do you put CHIPS IN THE FRIDGE
I’m reblogging this everytime it appears on my Dash,. Pure perfection.
A Collection Of Rare and Obscure Words
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips.
Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.
Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge.
Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Autolatry - The worship of one’s self.
Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage.
Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling.
Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.
Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.
Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue.
Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.
Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder.
Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures.
Agelast - A person who never laughs.
Wanweird - An unhappy fate.
Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell.
Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.
Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.
Malapert - Clever in manners of speech.
Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.
Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.
Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.
Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.
Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.
Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.
Baisemain - A kiss on the hand.
Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.
Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.Okay so this is now becoming a prompt list for my fics.
