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MY YEAR IN MANIPS – PART 2

gramjams:

***WARNING*** You are about to dive head first into cracky oblivion AKA NachoKru!

It all started when I innocently began reading a Clexa fic called ‘Don’t Wanna Be Your Girl’ by @femininechaos. I soon realised, through tumblr investigation, that the author lived in Glasgow, same as me. @weasal was the brave one and made first contact, but one day I sent her a bunch of faux porno movie titles on anon just for a laugh. I couldn’t keep up the guise of ‘faux porno anon’ for long though (I think I lasted a whole day?!) and revealed my true identity. I don’t think any of our lives have been the same since!

Our journey begins with….FAUX PORNO MOVIE POSTERS 

Then the crossovers started. First up ‘Don’t Wanna Be Your White Queen Running’ (thanks for playing along with the madness @entirelytookeen)

Next The Hunner was born…a brilliant collaboration between Nachos, Weasal, @pikaorb, @thedoctor-smith and myself, after an anon asked what The 100 would be like if it was set in Glasgow! 

DWBYG Noodlegate

Lexa kom NachoKru

Clexa 80′s Karaoke – Eternal Flame

Clexa 80′s Karaoke – Total Eclipse of the Clarke

Special Birthday card for Nachos…..

Another crossover between The Hunner and Model!Lexa aka Dinnae Wanna Be Your Runway Model aka Lexa². The Dior ‘Duality’ parfum campaign…

Lexa² backstage at Late Night with Jimmy Fallon

Model!Lexa scoffing fries and writing haikus

And finally, future DWBYG Clexa aka HotBust with their movie tribute calendar 

Is anyone else exhausted after that??? And this is just the manips! Big shout out to all the NachoKru for keeping this fandom light through the sad times. I really feel like I need to finish that HotBust calendar though…..

You are Blessed amongst the Nachos. 

femininechaos:

thedoctor-smith:

femininechaos:

gramjams:

@femininechaos Model!Lexa caught red-handed backstage at a Vogue Italia shoot, scoffing Maccy D’s fries. She’s so lextra that she refers to them as ‘pommes frites’ in an attempt to make them sound posher than they actually are. She blames the incident on comfort eating, due to immense pining for Clarke (and Frank). She later writes a haiku about it to make herself feel better:

“Salty potato

You appeased my aching heart

I have NO regrets”

I don’t even have anything witty to add. This is amazing.

I’m in such awe.

Taking the piss out of people who don’t exist, based upon people who don’t exist for a fic that doesn’t exist yet.  

If this isn’t the greatest crack-thing I don’t know what is.  

That’s how we roll in NachoKru.

(Don’t forget the pet dog that doesn’t exist.)

*aghast*

I would never forget Fred.