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Toughening a Papercraft
Someone asked me how I made my FF7 SOLDIER swords---constructed from a papercraft template---strong enough for use as cosplay weapons. So, I divulged my favorite techniques. This can work for all kinds of swords and armor, of course, not just Final Fantasy. Even original designs! Though always beginning with a shell contrived from polygons (papercraft templates) is recommended.
To make my SOLDIER swords, I flattened out several breakfast cereal boxes and traced each of the template pieces onto the brown side. (Because the waxed side is just too hard to write on, or see amongst the cartoons.) After I cut the cardboard out, first I assembled the sword in two major parts: the blade above where it will connect to the hand guard; and then the hand guard, handle, & pommel. Then I took a lightweight hollow steel rod (could use wood or any other strong light material) just slightly less in diameter than the handle, and about 2.5ft long, and inserted it into the handle through two round holes I
To the Self-Made Martyr"To the Self-Made Martyr"
You're in love with your own tragedy
You think by example they will learn to believe
Your murder is all the proof that you need to make them see
So you won't let them let you be
You victimize yourself in a sick show of vanity
by Eu Tyto Alba (Theresa F.) 1:40am 05/07/12
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A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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