plug three


my new thang is this badass 50w Bassman, built out of a ‘68 drip edge Bassman Export Amp (version built for european power outlets).
chassis was americanized with a three prong plug, a mid control was added where the ac receptacle was, and most other components are new.
The front end of the amp uses the AB165 circuit – driver and bias circuit are from the AA165 circuitry.

basically a brand new bassman monster in a sweet vintage shell.

this post has been forever in the making.

raise your hand if you remember when started a fic based on this ask and then neglected to update it for ten months!

well here’s an update! this is part four. this is part 1. this is part 2. this is part 3. this is part 5 (but read this one first!) this is part 6. I recommend reading all of them to refresh your memories (because I had to do it too while I was writing). there’s no toy action in this part, but there will be in the next part! this was already just so long and I’d gotten to a good stopping point and I figured I’d go ahead and post it as a thank you for y’all getting me to 2,000 followers!

After seeing Luke take his turn with the new toy, Ashton’s still a little wary about it. Luke helps him warm up to the idea.

2,815 words; not the longest installment but honestly this is just Luke and Ashton having sex and feelings. I hope everyone likes it! :)

It’s a few weeks before Ashton gets his turn with the plug. They have plenty of days off in that time, but with tour coming up soon, they spend most of their downtime coming up with ideas for stupid stuff to do on stage and learning how to say important things in other languages (my name is…, what’s your name, where’s the bathroom, various curse words). Calum and Michael are constantly making out (to the point that they can’t sit next to each other in interviews or they’ll start fucking on the couch), and Luke and Ashton are, well…

They’re stuck, if you had to use a word for it. Sure, they made out for a little bit before Luke’s turn with the plug, but they haven’t really talked about any of it yet, and they haven’t kissed any more since that night, either, much to both of their dismay. Luke doesn’t want to push Ashton too far too fast, and Ashton’s just afraid that that night was a one-time situational thing, never to happen again. Truth be told, Ashton’s apprehensive about his turn with the plug, and right now he’s not sure that even Luke could talk him in to it.

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So I decided to try and tame poor Clawdia’s hair. She had a severe tangling problem and her hair was covered in icky product.

So here’s what I did:

First I brushed out the product coated curls and tried to get the hair as untangled as possible…it was a challenge.

Now to actually do the braiding! I separated hair from three plugs from the rest of the floof of hair, combed through them with a sturdy comb, and began to braid. Once I felt the braid was long enough, I tied the end of the braid into a knot.

It took a looooooong time.

It certainly turned out well in the end! The braids aren’t all the same length and the knots need an extra tug every now and then, but wow I’m happy with how pretty she turned out :)

Some glamour shots:

Hope you like her!

vasovagus  asked:

hey when you plugged three consoles in to your tv, how did you do it? merging all the rca inputs? i just like the aesthetic also nice re: FFCC.

Oh thanks! And for anyone who wants to know:

You know those third party multi-connectors? Like the all in one A/Vs that have inputs for Xbox/NGC/PS2?

Yeah I just plugged in all the connectors at once and plugged the composite cord into the TV and turned all the consoles on and bada Bing bada boom!

I def recommend just playing three copies of Daddy Day care 1 second apart.


Nights were lonely most of the time. Eris had little to do– as a cyborg, the very first of her kind, she didn’t need to sleep. She just had to stay plugged for about three hours, body and brain on standby until her batteries were full, and then… There wasn’t much. She cleaned up, as quietly as she could so her father (no, her creator) wouldn’t wake up, then she would browse the internet, soaking up new pieces of informations and putting them away in their specific folders. Then dawn would come, and it would be time to get breakfast ready– just like she was doing right now, blonde hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, a frying pan in one hand, the other busy breaking eggs. Unnaturally blue eyes looked up from her work at the sound of his feet on the floor, and a smile soon appeared on her face. “Good morning, Father.”