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undeadgirlboy · 4 years

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battle jacket guide for baby punks

battle jackets or vests are really big in the punk scene. they also look cool as fuck. one of my favorite things about them is that each person's is different and represents their own style and interests. there are a few different steps u can follow to make one

step one. acquire the jacket

when making a battle jacket it's best to get one without any stretch to the denim bc the elastic threads in stretchy denkm break down faster than regular denim and when you're sewing things on it you might get a weird puckering effect. thrift stores like goodwill or salvation army are good places to look if you have time, but in my experience they don't have a lot of jean jackets. you can probably find one at walmart in the mens section, or target. if you'd like something with a more modern edge or higher quality denim you can check outlet stores like ross and marshalls. that's where i found mine for around 20 dollars. of course if you have the money you can get a Levi's trucker jacket or somewhere else more expensive. the color of the jacket is up to you. now that you have a base layer you can move on to customization

step two. washing the jacket

one important thing to remember about battle jackets is that they're handwash/no wash so it's best to wash your jacket before you begin. you have no idea who has worn or touched it before now. just throw it in the washing machine on cold and go blast laura jane grace for a little bit. personally i run mine through the dryer but if you'd prefer to air dry make sure you lay it flat because if not it will get stretched out shoulders.

step three. dyeing or painting

this is the part where you can possibly dye or paint your jacket. i have never dyed my jacket, but you can find fabric dye at Walmart and just follow the instructions on the bottle. i decided to spray paint mine because i had some cheap black spray paint and i wanted to know what would happen. if you're going to spray paint your jacket, make sure you do it outside and let it dry thoroughly before bringing it in. i left mine for about 18 hours so that the smell was completely gone. after that you want to turn it inside out and run it through the dryer with a couple bath towels for about 30 minutes to heat set it. spray painting your jacket will make it a bit more stiff. walmart and some craft stores sell spray paint that is made for fabric, but i didn't feel like paying for those so i used what i had on hand. i know those are pretty expensive and the bottles don't have a lot in them. if you only plan to handwash your jacket or don't plan to wash it at all, regular spray paint should work fine for you.

step four. back patch

most battle jackets that i have seen have a larger central patch in the back, with smaller ones on the front and around it. it's not essential to have a back patch but i think it helps to tie the whole jacket together. you can either make a back patch yourself or buy one. the site angryyoungandpoor.com has some back patches for popular bands. some bands also have back patches on their merch stores, or you can make one yourself. i made mine out of an old against me t-shirt. i measured around the design, cut it out, and then sewed it on the back of my jacket. if you want to make your own back patch you can do so in one of several ways that i will cover in just a second

step five. embroidering patches

there are a lot of patches out there that you can buy, but most of the time it's cheaper just to make them yourself. embroidery thread is pretty cheap at walmart, and all you need is sturdy scrap fabric to make something really cool. when you're embroidery a patch it's a good idea to get an embroidery hoop to keep your fabric taut. if you don't like the color of your scrap denim you can layer a different fabric over it. i had some stretchy cotton left over from cropping a t shirt that i layered over denim to help keep it in shape. this also makes it easier when you're sewing your patch onto your jacket. i don't recommend embroidering directly onto your jacket because it's harder to manage and if you decide you don't like how it looks and you rip it out you're left with weird holes that don't look good. it's all up to you but i wouldn't recommend it.

step six. painting patches

if you'd rather just paint your patches, you can always use fabric paint or fabric pens. it's best to avoid using acrylic paint because it wears off and cracks, but i have heard you can prevent that by mixing fabric medium into it. i have painted a few patches with acrylic paint but i used a layer of mod podge over the top to protect it. acrylic painted patches CANNOT go through the washing machine.

if you'd like to copy a particular logo or image with paint and you're not good with freehand you can make a stencil for it. the way i make stencils is by printing out my design and then covering the paper front and back with masking tape. once I've done that, i use an exacto knife to cut out the lines of my design and then i'm ready to go. you can use spray paint with a stencil or you can sponge fabric paint onto the design. if you choose to use spray paint make sure you have fabric paint in that color so you can fix up any problems with the design when you're done.

step seven. attaching your patches.

sewing is one of the most tedious parts of making a battle jacket. if you don't know how to sew you can google it. a lot of people use white embroidery floss or dental floss and whip stitch around their patch. if you're attaching an iron on patch that you bought, you should stitch around it too to secure it. make sure you're using a thimble if you're going over seams of the jacket, or sewing on an iron-on patch. at first it might seem fine, if a little time consuming, but days of finger pain isn't worth it. i prefer to pin my patches before sewing them, but you do you. for larger patches i first attach it with a thread that matches the fabric before using a contrasting whip stitch. that just makes things easier for me but it's not mandatory.

step eight. adding metal

spikes, studs and safety pins are a staple of punk clothing. safety pins are easy because you can get them anywhere and just put them anywhere. i got a bunch of varying sizes from walmart and i put them on everything. just play around and see what you like. you can find studs at your local craft store, probably in the leather working section. you just have to poke two holes in the fabric, push the prongs on your stud through, and then bend them back to secure it. you can also get studs online if you need to. i bought a couple packs of screw back spikes a little while ago, and i have since been adding those to a lot of my clothing. spikes are simple to add too. you poke a hole in the fabric, push the screw through, and then screw on the spike. some people recommend adding a dot of super glue in between the spike and screw to secure it, but personally I haven't needed to do that.

another way to add metal to your jacket is with chains. you can sew them on all the day down, or leave them hanging. it just depends on what you want to do. you can get short chains from walmart, or big rolls of chain from craft stores.

step nine. finish up

that's honestly about it. any of the information here can be applied to vests too. if your jacket is really crusty and you don't want it on your skin you can always wear a hoodie underneath, especially when it's cold. battle jackets can be worn with basically anything. mine has always been my go-to jacket for any occasion. make sure it actually represents your political beliefs and bands you listen to. get ready for people to look at you weird in the grocery store. if anyone has anything to add feel free to reblog, and if you have questions my ask box is open. you can always submit a photo of your jacket to my blog because i love seeing other people's diy stuff. wear a mask, stay safe, and fuck the pigs <3

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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In Dreams

Warnings: non(dub)con sex, somniphilia, hint of cock warming.

This is dark(ish)!Bucky Barnes and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Bucky comes home.

Note: Short but not sweet. I’ve chosen to neglect my original work because I suck and it’s just not working out like I want it to so I’m taking a breather for the day. That being said, I hope you like this.

Anyway :) Please like, reply, and/or reblog and leave a thought/comment/feedback. <3

She was on the couch. As she was every time he came home. A whole two weeks away and he found her just the same. She couldn’t sleep in the bed without him, that’s what she said. It was sweet and even a little sad.

Bucky closed the door, sure not to let it bang clumsily against the frame. He slid the chain into place as he moved quietly around the apartment. The small throw was tangled between her legs, her ass peeked out from beneath the long tee. Her back was to him as he watched the subtle rise and fall of her breath.

He hung his jacket on the rack and untied his grimy boots. He left them on the mat as he stood and neared the couch. She looked cozy, even if her face was buried against a square pillow. The curves of her body drew him in. Less sweet and innocent, more sensual and tempting.

He pulled his tee over his head as he stopped beside the couch. He dropped the cotton to the floor and undid the fly of his jeans. A twitch. He was getting hard looking down at her. So unaware of his presence; his admiration; his sudden need.

He undressed and left his clothes in a pile on the carpet. He soft snore urged him on. He thought about stopping, about letting her sleep. It was a long two weeks. He missed her. Thought of her in that dark tower, his sniper in the window; his only friend. An old, resented ally. A part of him worse than the vibranium gifted him by his former keepers.

He was careful not to jostle her. He wasn’t sure why. If she woke, he was certain she’d easily acquiesce. The pic she’d sent him last night, the hem of tee against her thigh, hinting at what was just a few inches away, barely hidden by the grey cotton, suggested as much.

He eased himself onto the cushion and pressed his naked body to hers. He ran his hand along her side and down her hip. He tugged at the throw three times before it loosened. It slipped from between her legs and he tossed it over his thigh to the floor. A soft whoosh and her breathing was the only sound left to keep pace with his heart.

He tickled her thigh. He thought of how she would squirm and squeal if she were awake, but she wasn’t. She slept still. Her leg twitched but nothing significant. Not enough to jolt her back to the world. He pushed up the tee and moved his hand between their bodies to cup her ass. His cock brushed against her. It sent a thrill through him. He squeezed, surprised that she still did not stir.

He snaked his hand along her hip and around her. He hovered just above her vee before tenuously touching her. He felt the soft hair, carefully trimmed. She looked forward to his return. He drew circles in the fine curls and inhaled the scent of her hair.

His hand drifted lower to the inside of her thigh. He pushed her legs apart and felt around. Her snores caught in her throat and he froze. Asleep. His heart hammered against his chest as he propped himself up on his metal elbow and watched his hand delve deeper as he explored her folds. She was wet in seconds. He paused and listened. Still...sleeping.

He should wake her. Stop and act like he’d just laid down beside her. Like he’d just got home and was tired. He was tired but he was also insatiable. He wanted her. More than the first night they’d been together. When he was shy and she guided him. Led his hesitant hand until he was not so afraid to hurt her. He would never.

He lifted her leg further and tilted his pelvis. His cock slipped between her thighs and grazed his wet fingers and her pussy. He groaned and touched his tip, pressed it between her lips. He felt her arousal. Her unconscious response to him.

He held his breath as he moved his hips and used two fingers to spread her. He guided his cock between his index and middle finger. His tip was there, just a little more and he’d be inside. He looked at her. He face was no longer deep in the pillow, though she hugged it tightly. Her head was tilted back and her parted lips allowed her thick breath to escape in rasps. Almost like moans.

He slid inside of her and was surprised by his own loud gasp. She was tight and warm and she clung to him deliciously. He impaled her inch by inch and his voice got louder until it died in his throat. He was at his limit; physically, mentally. He never realized how much he needed her until he was away so long.

He turned his arm and shoved it under her. The vibranium pushed beneath her and he hugged her chest, his metal fingers kneaded her tit through the cotton. He gulped as he pulled back and thrust slowly. Once, twice, three times. He stopped and relished the feel of her around him. His body shook and he closed his eyes.

Her name floated from his lips. His hips rocked again as he pushed her pelvis back. It eased his thrusts and he didn’t stop this time. Couldn’t, really. He sensed a change; in her breath, in her body, in the arch of her spine, but he just didn’t care.

He wanted her, he had her, and he was going to take every bit of her until she had every bit of him.

You slept heavily. Late nights added up and you barely recalled falling asleep on the couch. Your head was hazy and you dreams were barely more than static. Choppy story lines, familiar and unfamiliar faces, vague and heightened emotions. Reality was a blur in the back of your mind. The curtains were firmly shut.

And then it became clear. The tickle in your stomach, no your thighs, wait, deeper. Right at your core. Subtle at first, but persistent. Intensifying until it was impossible to ignore. The buzz filled you and the goosebumps pricked. You heard your voice and another. Heavy breaths, more than just your own.

More. You were completely full. Filled to the brim with delight. With something so very familiar. A sensation you missed. A warmth you knew well. You welcomed it. It felt so real. This dream. It was as if he was really there with you. As if he was truly touching your body.

Your lashes fluttered and you gasped. The light blue cushion faced you as the couch rocked beneath you. You were awake but it still felt like a dream. You let go of the square pillow as the vibranium finger squeezed your tit. As the flesh met yours again and again.

You reached back and felt Bucky’s muscular thigh as he thrust into you over and over. You arched as you welcomed him. Too surprised to be repulsed. Your body combated your mind. The shock not enough to overpower the pleasure that flowed from him into you.

“Bucky…” You breathed and his hand moved.

He dragged his arm up between you and the couch and his vibranium fingers covered your mouth. His other hand released your hip and found your clit. You couldn’t pull away as he fucked you.

When you said his name again, it was trapped in his metal palm. His fingers tightened and he nuzzled against your neck. He shushed you as he carried on. His thick breaths were mixed with quiet grunts.

“I missed you,” He whispered and bent his head. His teeth grazed your shoulder and he bit down. You squeaked but it made no noise. You swallowed the sound and he sped up.

He leaned against you until you rolled onto you stomach. He went with you and his weight kept you pinned. He shushed you again and moved his metal hand. He played with your clit as he pulled one of your hands and then the other above your head. He brought them together as you let him guide you pliantly.

He’d never been like this. So determined, so...hungry. The sound of flesh grew louder as his fingers wrapped around your wrists and he squeezed. He pushed his elbow into the cushion as he kept your hands in his and he raised himself just a little.

Harder. Harder. You could hear the force as much as you could feel it. The desperation, the impatience that had driven him to awaken you thus. He sank into you again and again. Your body bounced between him and the couch. Your breath dampened the cushion beneath you and you couldn’t help the thrill that began to trickle down your spine.

You tried to hold your breath, tried to resist the twisted pleasure. It only made it worse as the pressure gathered. The heat burst all at once and you whined into the couch. You crumbled beneath him and the waves crashed against the wall again and again until you disassembled entirely.

You closed your eyes. Was it a dream after all? Your body didn’t feel like yours. Because it wasn’t, it was his. He was claiming it. Claiming you. You were his. You’d always been but he was taking all of you.

He slipped his arm from around you and let go of your wrists. His fingers stretched across your hair as his head fell down beside yours. He jerked into you sharply as his motion wavered and he growled as he came. So carnal, so hot, so...slick.

Your eyes shot open. Still out of breath, you struggled to find your voice as he slowed and stopped entirely. He stayed inside of you as his sweaty body melded to yours.

“B-Bucky...did you...a condom…” You’d never been with him without one. Call you prim, call you prudish, you practiced safety. Iyhad barely been six months. Everything else moved fast, this didn’t need to.

“I wanted to feel you,” He didn’t move as he settled on top of you. “Can you feel me?”

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blankdblank · 4 years

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Next Caller Pt 45

“How about a collage, you like making collages, it could distract you.”

“I have made collages.” Mal replied as you came up to the Acorn tattoo parlor, “I doubt I could find enough collages to distract me.”

“Have you picked your clothes yet?” That snapped her eyes open wider and you said, “I found the major snag didn’t I?”

“I haven’t picked my clothes!”

“Please don’t freak out, just go simple, pants, blouse or a nice sweater. You could wear those heels you’ve been dying to wear with the bows on the top those look pretty professional. Just please don’t freak out.”

“I have that pink blouse and that tie up cardigan, I have some black skinny jeans, all my trousers are torn or missing buttons. My skirts are all a bit too, frisky, I have that pencil one but it’s got that zipper in the back that tends to scoot up and I wouldn’t want to flash anything.”

“You know you could use a safety pin to stop that, or a broach facing in.” She blinked looking at you and you said, “Tip for another time. I agree, not the best choice for now. You will be wonderful.”

When you parked she huffed and said, “I got to go tear through my closet. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Try to sleep too.” You called out as she darted out of the car and into the shop making you shake your head and look to your mirrors for a good time to turn around. Once you did however your mind instantly switched to how Thorin and Dwalin were taking to your gift. “Hope the Cuddle Monster wasn’t too much…” You murmured to yourself turning into the lot where you parked in the spot designated for you glancing out at the slowly breaking storm.

Parked and hurrying inside you barely got damp on your trot inside through the propped open door. Expecting to hear some excitement only to find Dwalin grinning at you like crazy, “Meal and tea is waiting for you.” Gesturing you inside the office lit by lanterns, hurrying off he went to join Balin in spectating as you saw Thorin starting to grin wider on his way to join you.

Stepping inside you brushed your bangs behind your ear setting your bag down to shrug out of your coat that was draped over the back of the chair and turned to realize you were in your matching sweaters. “Show went well, what I heard of it. Faded in and out a bit.”

“Yes, the twins have a hard copy to upload for the show, Mal said it wasn’t as bad as I assume dialog usually is taken. You look happy, good shift?”

Closing the distance once the door was shut he replied, “Very good shift, got your delivery.” Now he was smiling, “I can’t wait for our date on Saturday.” Cupping your cheek his lips planted on your other cheek and he lowered his hand to claim yours smiling brightly again, “Booked a table at Dushin-Mizim for after,”

“I doubt I could have even gotten a job there, let alone a table.”

“They would have been lucky to have hired you, for now I wanted the best for our first date, and we have a driver so we can just relax and focus on having a great time. What even had you thinking of Clustered Anchors? Have you seen it?”

“Well, I heard you and Dwalin talking about it, that you haven’t seen it. I’ve seen the film, which everyone says is nothing like the play. You really want to go with me? I know you said you wanted Dwalin to take you.”

“No!” he said and your brow inched up, “I want to go with you! I would love to go with you, Dwalin is merely my show buddy. Never liked going to films or anything alone really, part of our clan tradition, always partner up. Since courting Bilbo my partner has been spotty. But this is a fantastic idea for a date I do hope you enjoy it, I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner, it’s a perfect idea.” He wet his lips and said, “Come, eat, warm up storm is pretty bad.”

“It was worse.” You said to his thumb stroking across the back of your hand guiding you to the couch. Releasing your hand he watched you snap a picture of the tea as he unpacked the lunch trays, “I checked in with the greenhouse, Roac and Dot are on another round.”

“How is Darling doing?”

“Good, great really, she gave me permission to come close to her dwelling, let me weigh her. By my math at least four eggs, and she let me check her feet.”

“That’s incredible, glad the bonding is going well.”

“Also found out from Roac it was my place to tell her about his flock sending tokens,”

Thorin nodded as you took a sip of your tea, “Yes, those should be sent over by this weekend,” his hand settling on your leg. The conversation bled into more on what shows you had both seen with his focus shifting to taking hold of both your hands when the food was through to hear about Elven shows you had seen growing up. Cuddled up close he couldn’t take his eyes off you listening to all you could share until you said in your last few minutes, “So, I think I broke Ori and Shari.”

He smirked, humming back, “Compliments?”

You nodded, “Compliments.”

“Yes, they are two of the least susceptible to compliments out of their clans. Should be fine tomorrow. They are getting better with it.”

“I can relate to that.”

Your alarm went off and he said, “I will let you get to work, Dwalin has decided to help me find a suit for the night.” Again he was kissing your cheek and he helped you to your feet and into your jacket, showing you to the door as you shouldered your bag. Releasing your hand only at the back door, “Drive safe. Don’t worry about a thing our date is going to be fantastic.”

After a nod without being able to finding anything else to say you replied, “You drive safe too.” He nodded and you turned to head back to the car at the groaning of the women watching from over the counter who got to asking questions for the little bit of time him and his cousins waited for the next shift to arrive then piled together to go take Thorin suit shopping.

With a pair of suits in his hand Thorin said, “She thought I might want to take Dwalin instead.”

The brothers asked, “What?”

Thorin, “She heard us yesterday,”

Dwalin shook his head, “No, I can text her if you like.”

Thorin shook his head, “No, I clarified we go out in partners and that I have been adjusting to you having Bilbo now. I assured that I wanted it to be our date and that we have a driver and a nice table. In fact she made a comment she didn’t even think she could get hired there let alone eat there.”

Balin, “Surely things have changed, quite a reputation on her own already. Any thoughts on what you wanted?”

Thorin sighed, “I have a few suits already but those are more business related and I didn’t just want to pull something off the hanger. Or just another blue suit.”

Balin, “Silver perhaps? Have you stolen a glimpse in her closet? To have a clue of what to wear?”

Thorin replied, “No dresses beyond the one from the festival and a couple summery ones. All pastel, might choose something similar. I would want to match, but not match.”

Dwalin, “Complimentary,”

Thorin, “Yes.”

Balin, “Perhaps charcoal then? Maybe pinstripes?”

Thorin, “Maybe checkered? She likes flannel.”

Dwalin, “Yes, Bilbo likes my checkered suit. They go over well when done subtly.”

Balin turned to another rack, “Aha, a contender,” causing the pair to watch him pull off a suit from the rack they put down their options to come inspect.

On your way in sight of Tili and Vili together with wide grins had you flashing one in return passing the glass conference room they were in matching the one that Dis gave you through another hallway on her way to an office. Turning forward you mentally muttered, ‘Definitely up to something.’ Once changed you got to work and nothing seemed to be amiss until you were exiting your last room hearing the freshly arrived kids being nestled into the bed you had just turned down for them by their parents with Dis on the other side of it. Grinning up at her you said, “Hi.”

Her smile split wider and she replied, “Hello, you are early again.”

“Yes, I tend to do that when I get distracted, somehow.” Making her chuckle and join you back to the workers lift, “Busy day?”

“Your comment a while back on the growling light up lion key chains we actually have found a company able to make them for us for a fair price and I think they are quite adorable.”

“Oh, that’s, cool.”

She chuckled saying, “I know you are fighting not to say we didn’t have to but it really is a great idea we had completely overlooked. We have the spinning logo ones but these are adorable for children especially.”

“I am trying to not say that people don’t have to. I am working on that.”

“You are doing wonderful so far, and,” once the doors closed she added, “I do have to say I cannot wait to read your book. Gorgo says it’s over halfway through printing enough to sell, and we listened to the recording of your show since it was spotty-,”

“I know, usually it’s fine in the storms.”

Dis, “We did hear they were working on lines near the radio towers, irritating but at least it was recorded as well. Ori and Shari shared you are onto dialog already for the commercial?”

“Yes, we don’t have the details to fill in the banner for when it’s to be put out yet, I am waiting on that, but at least we can send that over to play for them showing them a hint of what was playing in my mind for possible promotion. I know books aren’t really hyped up this way but I figure online it could just blow up and reach so many more people.”

“Absolutely, which is something that with a pen name publishing could change everything since there wouldn’t be book tours. And it could be easier as you could have a collection to sign then send out to people instead. We would do what we could to ensure that your privacy would be protected as long as possible. Plus with our clan alone already buzzing about the radio show there will be thousands minimum interested in reading it. Anything with Founding Fathers sells like hot cakes, good or bad, especially with Dwarves and the banter on the show appeals to Hobbits greatly.” She paused a moment asking, “Would you be needing time off if they would want an audio book version of it?”

“Oh, actually, I already recorded it,” the doors opened as her brows lifted up, “Before Mal I didn’t really have friends to do things with, so I stayed at home and worked. The first two are recorded already, I was working on the third, that’s why when the show started I could just jump in. Just been practicing on it my own, building that whole way of sharing it. Because it isn’t from the same point of view, or even voice so it wouldn’t be so obvious who was doing it.”

Dis stepped out with you as you smiled at Tili waiting there who said, “Hello, I see Dis managed to find you first.”

Glancing between the pair you saw Dis say, “I merely shared the news on our key chains and that we listened to the recorded version of the show.”

Tili, “Oh good, then I haven’t missed the fun part.”

“Fun part?” You asked.

And Tili replied, “We were wondering if you had decided on Saturday yet.”

“Oh, I was, you’ve been to the theater before, no doubt you’ve heard from Thorin already about the tickets, but, what do you wear to that. Last time I went to a play I was a child and there is no chance of fitting into that dress.” Making them both chuckle.

The pair looked to one another and Tili said, “Tomorrow is no good,”

Dis nodded, “And we have that conference call Friday,”

Tili, “Saturday is good, morning?”

Dis nodded saying to you in the common tongue again, “Saturday morning we could get the gals together and help you shop.”

“That would be so helpful, because I got nothing. I mean I have one sequin mini, but I don’t think that would, fit the event.”

Tili, “We have been aching to have another get together with you, and it would be so good to help you get ready for the first official outing.”

Dis, “Are you nervous?”

“No, honestly I’m more nervous about tomorrow than anything,” their brows inched up and you said, “I don’t know if the boys told you that Mal has an interview for an internship this summer in Grey Havens and Lindon with a Shark Research Reserve and Rescue that turns out to be one my step dad’s twin brother runs.”

They both said, “Oh,”

And you nodded, “And she gave my address for the interview and I haven’t heard from my family because he likes to keep the process private, but it would be very good to see him again. And I don’t mean I’m not excited for Saturday-,”

They shook their heads and Tili said, “No we understand fully, your clan is so far away for so long. I schooled in the Blue Mountains so when my family came nearby I wasn’t able to keep on my seat for days beforehand, just buzzing.”

Walking with you they shared options of what they had worn to shows before and offering at a glance at your feet Dis said, “And do not worry we will ensure you have some incredible shoes for you.”

“I shouldn’t be trusted picking shoes.” You said parking the cart and facing them you said, “I have a pair from my friends who do my hair, this really nice black pair of glittery heels, worth about five months rent. Plus I have my heels from the festival still.”

Tili, “Well if you choose something not matching those we will find you a lovely pair of heels.”

“Thing is I don’t pick the lovely pair, the ones I usually want are crazy expensive.”

Dis chuckled saying in a side hug she claimed, “Don’t we all.”

Tili, “I know Mili bought a brand new car of a pair when she got cleared to make her own funds. Took her a step back for Adad, Amad however understood and helped her fix things when it turned out to be for her graduation and then loaned them to a cousin for their wedding, and four more after that.”

Making you giggle, “As long as you split it by wearers and their events it’s a fair deal.”

Tili, “Exactly.” Claiming a hug of her own.

Dis grinned saying, “We will let you change and contact the gals and text you the time. I will keep my ears peeled for word on the interview from the boys, that would be so incredible for her.”

“Yes, I think I calmed her down a tad and distracted her by reminding her she needed to pick her clothes for it, apparently like me for my first interview for my Masters degrees planned on going naked. So hopefully she won’t be panicked and end up almost going in a ball gown like me.”

Dis, “Even interviewing here, I almost went in a poofy gown myself.”

Tili asked, “You have Masters degrees?”

You nodded, “Five in engineering, there’s different divisions in Elven territories. But when I moved I chose to switch paths to not have to refer to those in my old name so they couldn’t be traced.”

Tili, “Do you miss it?”

“Um, not really. And it really isn’t unused qualifications because in the shows and stuff like that I actually know how to make things work for flying contraptions or gadgets. And I am very handy at home, even though I do prefer to hire builders just so other people won’t question stability and all that. It does stun people, I mean I work here and at the station but I don’t feel like I am settling or that being a maid is somehow beneath me, please don’t think I think that.”

Dis shook her head patting your arm, “Absolutely not, we were just wondering about it. Because we heard you were an engineer in the service and maybe assumed I guess that you had decided not to continue that after retiring.”

“That is part of it, plus with me this size no company for ships will hire someone my size for the jobs I was given in the service because there was shortages on qualified soldiers for the job. I mean I could work on designing toys or music boxes or something like that but it doesn’t pay very well or offer stability.”

Tili, “I get that, fully, several Durins were engineers and mechanics in the service, and I was a pilot but I doubt I would ever try to go commercial. It just got too heavy for me after I got out. No judgment on that at all, even miss explosives over here is way off her former task.”

You looked at Dis who grinned saying, “I am not at liberty to discuss my role, merely that it involved explosives.”

“Been there.”

Tili chuckled and said, “Let’s not hold you up, no doubt Thorin will be eager to have breakfast and discuss your plans some more.” She claimed Dis’ hand guiding her away and waved, “Goodnight.”

You giggled saying, “Goodnight.”

“Let’s go,” the ladies changing behind you all grouped up on their agreed path to get some late night meal at a diner nearby, wishing you well on their way out. With your leg propped up on the bench in front of you your fingers managed to tie your sneakers and up you stood shouldering your bag to head out to the garage.

Some more painting and repairs had you following the pathway mentioned in the afternoon meeting. Halfway lost to your thoughts the body stepping into your path was almost missed and in a step to your right to try and walk behind them had the Dwarf stepping back to block you. The move signaled a manager inside an office abandoning his meeting to try and diffuse the annoying game the man might be trying to play on you.

“Can I help you?” You asked shifting your hand on the strap of your bag.

“I just have a few questions,” in his palm you saw the notepad he read from, “I wanted to ask your show just got picked up by Bombadil Streaming Network, and the biggest question going around is why the hell it was cancelled in the first place. Now I’ve done some digging, and the only answer I can come up with is your family.”

“I have to go,” you said shifting on your feet only for his hand to extend.

“Look, my Lady,”

“I am not your Lady.”

“Listen, some may be fooled with your hair dye, name and career change but it’s there in black and white, not to mention purple. Lady Glawar Vingilótë Moe, daughter of now deceased Lord Luvailin Himring, Son of Mórilanta. Everyone’s read the story on those letters and some news outlets might not be so keen on holding that information to themselves and skip out on a juicy story.” He paused a moment and sighed, “The piece isn’t on them, it’s on the show and the gap between that and the Bunny Show.”

He said glancing at the approaching manager who said, “Sir, you’re going to have to leave.”

The reporter said, “Was your family behind the cancellations, can you tell me that? NDA’s dissolve after the other party is dead. You got the money, the property and ditched the name why not talk now? Tell your side. Do the Durins know at least?”

“I was sent to Ruun because of them. For 800 years since, anytime I had something profitable I would get a call with their clan demanding their 75% share. I would turn them down and the next day or even the next week, red tape galore. Luvailin sent my half brother to kill me, he got executed and I got drug through the press so he could make sure everyone knew my face. Since then one of my apartments was burned to the ground with me in it because of who my father was.” His lips parted, “The names in the tributes on that show are my neighbors hurt or dead from that fire. Yes, the Durins know, so do the Findis, they’ve been kind enough to name me by my Naneth’s clan. Each and every Dwarf company I applied to did a background search that got flagged from it. That name is poison, be careful when digging through my family tree, because I’m not the only bastard whose been attacked because of it.”

The Manager at your side now stepped between you saying, “Out, now,”

The reporter nodded saying to you with a pained look in his eye at your unrealized truth, “Thank you,” and walked with the manger leading him out of the guest entrance while you continued on catching him mouthing your words that surely he would write down making you shake your head once you rounded the corner. The manager however scolded him on bothering employees of the hotel and turned once a pair of guards finished escorting him out allowing the manager to head back to his meeting.

“You okay, Miss Pear?”

Turning around you nodded to another manager, “Ya, he’s just trying to figure out why my show on Bombadil got canceled. Not the best approach for it but it’s just about the show. A lot of people have been asking.”

“We can have security walk you out now if you like?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s okay, might just start up a social page or something for questions. Since this is one of the few places people know I’ll be. Maybe it would help.”

The manager smirks and nods, “I’ll let the people in the lobby know all the same for shift turnovers. Have to keep an eye out for our expecting Dams all the same.” You nodded and he said, “Good night. And we loved the show from this morning.”

Making you giggle and say, “Thank you. Goodnight.” Turning around as he did you walked the rest of the way to the garage hearing echoes of the radio calls from the security team who made another lap in the garage nodding to you passing you by along with the few others who rode the elevator with you.

Parked inside your garage you stood outside your car with your bag in hand simply sighing in a stroke of your hand over your forehead trying to think of what to do. You had your Bunny account but you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to have one for just you. Mafioso’s was on a picture app while Bunny’s mainly was for text, easily able to have a second there people could message you at. Inside an awkward squawking froze you in place a moment before you eased in removing your shoes left by the door you locked. Right to the kitchen you found Thorin who had music playing from his phone trying to distract himself from the noise coming from the greenhouse.

“That Roac and Dot?”

Turning around Thorin replied, “Yes. It’s not often, just, twice before bed.”

“Not often at all.”

Thorin wet his lips and said, “Got a message from Vili, about the hotel double checking security, something about a reporter?”

“Ya, it wasn’t bad. Just wanted to know why my show got cancelled.”

“That it?”

Your head tilted to the side, “He knew my old name. Asked if you all knew.” That had Thorin inhaling. “If he prints my name or not-,”

“We aren’t abandoning you. You aren’t them.”

“I know, I told them you gave me a chance by Naneth’s clan, not his. Gave him a good idea that they made it impossible to keep my name, or do anything to draw attention to myself and stay safe.” Moving closer his hand rested on your arm starting to smooth down it making you say, “If the full story gets out it does, if he buries it he buries it. I’m tired of hiding it. I just hope it won’t end badly for your family.”

Trying for a comforting smile he hummed back, “We are family, here to protect you. There are so many Durins and Findis here for you and your clan. And the Elders know, we won’t stand slander, not for you or any of your relatives.”

“I did have a thought, maybe having another social page people can send questions to, might keep people from ambushing me. Thought I’d run it by you if you thought it might work?”

Thorin, “Frerin tried that. It was a bit much, though we can send an email to our uncle, Fundin, Balin and Dwalin’s Adad, he started a web page, fan page really, that way it is more organized.”

You nodded saying, “Sounds better than having my phone blowing up nonstop.”

Thorin nodded, “I’ll message him tomorrow morning and get a list of what we might need for it. Might help with the letters as well, a duffel bag a week is a lot.”

“Oh, that reminds me, I have to put these in envelopes.” You said pulling out a stack of replies for schools, “I don’t think I have enough, I think I have three, maybe…”

He smirked saying, “I will get you more envelopes, and stamps, Gran heard about your letters and she sent a box of stamps. All coated in bunnies if you can believe it.” Making you giggle and join him at the table.

“How big a box we talking?”

“You could probably fit a head in it. I do mean sheets. It is absurdly heavy. I don’t know how much she spent-,”

“It sounds so expensive.”

“But apparently there’s a relative who designs the stamps and has a company and was hoping that if you used the stamps people might use their shop more.”

“Oh, so it’s like an endorsement?”

“In a way. There’s no contract, so far, if you were interested, merely, he had a twenty five pound box of bunny stamps he forwarded to you.” Again you giggled and he said, “But, it helps family.”

“What’s the company?” Thorin smirked seeing you pull out your phone opening your Bunny social page still racking up comments and notices of tags. Hitting the new post icon your notices seemed to freeze as people could see a triple dot icon by your username seeing that you were writing something.

“Gultalut Guises.” Leaning in he peered over your shoulder smirking at the message you drafted up.

‘Thanks to your lovely letters down at the station for me the Company and I, aloud I can admit I have never used this many stamps in my life. And quite eagerly can share I have a Stamp guy, Gultalut Guises, to add to my list of allies to keep you all up to date on the latest. Keep your eyes peeled, surprise, they have bunnies!’

Thorin chuckled as you nipped your lip and hit send starting a ricochet of responses saying they were looking them up now. “That is amazing, how many followers do you have?”

“1.5 million?” tapping the screen you found your info page and you said, “1.2, apparently my message on toast earlier did not go over well.”

“If they weren’t going to offer a contract they would be foolish not to now. One million potential customers.”

“Technically, I have stamps. An absurd amount of stamps I didn’t even ask for. I think we’re even.”

Thorin chuckled lowly saying, “I don’t think they will see it that way.”

“Well if they don’t like it, tough. What they get for sending me 25 pounds of stamps.”

Thorin hummed saying, “Who knows, maybe another relative has an envelope company.”

“You know, I have always wanted one of those wax stamp things. It is highly illogical with having to send out hundreds of letters,”

Thorin aimed a finger on the hand holding his fork, “That we can help with, Gloin’s Ada is a sculptor, he would jump at the chance, always replaces ours when we misplace them.”

“You have one?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yes, for official clan letters. It would also be used for our official engagement statement. In truth you would require one then anyways. We could get him on it early. He has been hinting at the tradition.”

“That would be very nice of him.”

Thorin chuckled, “More than nice, no longer a request but a demand on his part.”

A phone call parted you once dinner was cleared up, off to bed you went and curled up in bed once changed into a pair of shorts, keeping your sweater and socks on. Thorin however still in his sweats, shirtless took the call from Vili confirming you’d made it home and were well fed and off to bed, returning to his own when his freshly home brother in law and sister had hung up glad to be certain you weren’t upset.

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Pt 46

x Thorin – @evyiione, @deepestfirefun, @queenoferebor

Next Caller - @avaria-revallier

Thanks againt to c-s-stars for letting me use her oc Mal. There is more to come for your precious Malachite :D

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ronaldbosieyiii · 6 years

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Building a Log Hauling Trailer

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Things I Used

ISOtunes Bluetooth Hearing Protection

Lincoln Power Mig

Welding Hood

Welding & Grinding Hood

Welding Jacket

Welding Gloves

Triton SuperJaws

Cordless Grinder

Corded Grinder

Metal Marking Pencil

Lincoln Torchmate

Lincoln Plasma Cutter

Triton 4″ Belt Sander

Maybe it’s because I now live in the country, or maybe it’s because I’ve been hanging around my buddy Matt Cremona too much….but I want to play around with milling some logs. I intend to build a chainsaw mill next week then tackle the giant Matt Cremona bandsaw mill in early 2019. Before that though, I need to modify a trailer so I have a way to go pick up logs and haul them home. That’s what I’m doing this week.

The premise is to make and attach an arch to the back of a trailer that can pivot forward and backwards. You connect a winch to the arch, then you can tilt it forward to grab onto something, then winch the arch back to pull it up and onto the trailer.

Now that you see what I’m going after, lets get into building it.

This project might seem big, and I suppose it is in size, but it’s actually a pretty simple build. Also, I’m using it in this case to haul around logs but it’s also worth mentioning that this design would be good for lifting and hauling anything that’s big and heavy that you can get a chain around. I personally have a lot of rocks on my place I’ll be going after next.

I started off by cutting the tubing I’ll use for the arch to length. I’m going with 1/4” material for almost this entire build. We don’t have the stellar tree diameters that you in the north do, but I still want to build this thing heafty so I’ll always have the power should the need arise.

For the mean time I only cut the four bottom parts of the arch. I didn’t want to weld the complete arch on my shop floor then the risk it not fitting exactly right on the trailer. So next I started prepping these parts to be welded. I started by sticking each one in my Triton SuperJaws and grinding in a bevel on all the edges that would be welded to another joint.

Then I moved the parts back down to my floor and stuck them together. I first tacked them into place then welded them close. For this project I’m using my Power Mig 210 MP Machine and if you’ve been wanting a welder it’s worth noting that this machine is currently on sale. You can save over $400 until November 8th, 2018 by using the promo code PM999 at check out over at LincolnElectric.com

Now Cremona has his arch mounted permanently to his trailer, but not yet knowing how often I’ll use mine, I wanted the arch to be removable. I’ve been traveling a lot recently so Cody actually tackled designing this removable system for me. Then on top of that he even cut out the parts needed with my Torchmate CNC so everything was ready for me to assemble. Annnnd he even got footage of it! What?! What a guy. I do have these tool paths available for download in the plans section of my website if you’re interested.

These mounting brackets have a bottom plate that will be attached to the deck of the trailer, then two vertical plates that will sandwich either side of the arch. Then all three components will get a hole so a pin can be placed all the way through. This will create the pivot needed but also make the arch removable should we want to use the trailer for regular hauling.

I started these off by lining out the placement of these side plates, the important thing here is to make sure they are parallel to one another. You wouldn’t want that arch pivoting up and having an interference issue.

I’m using a 1” diameter pin and to give it a little more support than the 1/4” plate material, I welded on some collars, just cut from a 1” steel pipe, onto the outside of both side plates.

Next I set it onto the trailer and threw a level on it. Not surprisingly, the deck of the trailer needed some attention before the plate would be level. Note: you do want to make sure your trailer is level before reading level on this bracket. To fix my unleveled situation I used my 4” belt sander to take down the high spot on the deck. After fine tuning the left and right I moved on.

With that done I moved to working on reinforcing the bottom side of the trailer with some steel. For this I’m going with 1/4” angle iron and the important thing is for this angle iron to line up with the holes in the mounting brackets. Instead of welding the brackets to the trailer, they will be attached using nuts and bolts so they too will be removable. The arch will be removable with the pin but should we need/want to remove these brackets as well, then we easily can.

So back to placing this angle iron, I first transferred over the hole location from the mounting brackets to the side of the trailer. Then I cut the angle iron to length and stuck it in place…be sure to leave room for not only the bolt but also the washer. I used some scrap wood to build up the deck some so I could get a clamp in place to hold it while I set up to weld.

I placed a piece like this in line with the front holes as well as the back. Then started drilling the holes through the deck and through the angle iron. I am using 1/2” hardware but started off with a small bit then stepped up a few times until getting to a 1/2” bit. Oh and the important thing here is to make sure these plates are parallel to one another, just like the plates on the brackets. You want everything on the same line so that the arch doesn’t run into anything going up or coming down.

Once all eight holes were drilled, I stuck the hardware in then tightened everything down.

Now while I was working on all that, Brain was working over at my puny drill press, punching a hole through both of the uprights. It was a 1” hole through 1/4” material so it was a job that required patience. By the time I was done with the deck, he was done with the holes so I took the uprights and smoothed out my welds with my grinder before pinning it onto the trailer.

To attach them to the trailer, I set it in place between the two vertical sides plates on the mounting bracket. Then moved to the end of the leg so I could lift up on it, align all three holes, then shove the pin through. It’s worth noting these pins come with a hole in the end to place another pin to keep this pin from coming out. Which of course is a good safety. And now you can kinda see how it will work….

After getting the other side mounted I squared up both uprights to each other and the mounting brackets, then took a dimension for the final arch piece. I cut it to length then welded it in place. It’s not only easier moving the arch into place, building it this way but it’s also a safer bet over fabbing it on a shop floor, moving it into place on the trailer, and hoping everything lines up.

With that welded up, the last bit on the arch was to weld on some gussets over each one of the seams. These I hand cut with my Tomahawk plasma cutter because I used thinner material. For these I went with 3/16” material. I only placed these on the front of the arch so I have four total. The middle two were easily done with the arch laid down but the fender wheel of the trailer got in the way of the outer two so I stood it up to complete these.

Now while I worked on the arch Cody and Brian were figuring out how to mount a winch to the trailer so it could work! I actually went out of town the day they were working on his portion and unlike earlier, they did not get me any footage, but here an overview for ya.

Cody cut out a giant plate on the CNC plasma cutter to fit in the tongue of the trailer for the winch to sit on. He welded it to the bottom side of the trailer instead of the top side so that when the winch is under load it will be getting pulled into the tongue vs being welded from the top it would just pull against the welds.

The winch and battery were mounted then a heavy duty D Ring was welded onto the arch to create a grab point for the arch.

And that’s pretty much it! Next we just had to go find a log to test it out. A buddy offered two down oaks at his place for us to remove so we loaded up and took off. They both had giant root systems still attached so I first cut those off to make hauling them up on the trailer easier.

I’m already considering some add ons to make hauling easier. Somebody on Instagram suggested adding Jacks to the back end of the trailer, which I think is a great idea. Then I’m also playing around with the idea of ramps with rollers in it to make getting the log up and over the trailer lip easier. But we’ll see! Of course if I do any modifications I will be sure to bring you guys along.

If you have doubts about what something like this can handle then be sure to check out Matt’s Instagram and YouTube channel as he lives where the beast trees are but his arch trailer hasn’t met one it couldn’t handle yet. Also he has been into urban logging for years and has a ton of knowledge on the subject.

That’s it for this one. Watch my video above for a better look at this project. And stay tuned for the next video where I build a chainsaw mill and slab up these logs. I’ll see you soon.

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thegloober · 6 years

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Building a Log Hauling Trailer

Things I Used

ISOtunes Bluetooth Hearing Protection

Lincoln Power Mig

Welding Hood

Welding & Grinding Hood

Welding Jacket

Welding Gloves

Triton SuperJaws

Cordless Grinder

Corded Grinder

Metal Marking Pencil

Lincoln Torchmate

Lincoln Plasma Cutter

Triton 4″ Belt Sander

Now that you see what I’m going after, lets get into building it.

I’m using a 1” diameter pin and to give it a little more support than the 1/4” plate material, I welded on some collars, just cut from a 1” steel pipe, onto the outside of both side plates.

Once all eight holes were drilled, I stuck the hardware in then tightened everything down.

The winch and battery were mounted then a heavy duty D Ring was welded onto the arch to create a grab point for the arch.

That’s it for this one. Watch my video above for a better look at this project. And stay tuned for the next video where I build a chainsaw mill and slab up these logs. I’ll see you soon.

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