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gfxced · 5 months
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What a week.
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fallauween · 9 months
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Spirea In Autumn
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Spirea In Autumn by marcus neal
Fujifilm X-Pro3 Classic Neg. simulation with no post processing. SOOC
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endless-stateless · 11 months
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Cimitero Monumentale di Milano, 2022.
Sony Nex-6 w/Volga homemade lens. Jpeg. Straight out of camera.
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mntyfrsh · 9 months
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32/52 — 2023 08/12
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Fujifilm X-S20 + XF 18–55mm lens
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epicrive · 1 year
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so 5x21 ends with a montage of couples that happens to rather pointedly include house and wilson and i am. just curious what my takeaway here is supposed to be as a viewer
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i know my hilson brainrot is real because when they made the Choice to cut directly from that cute hilson dinner scene to the scene of Cameron and Chase holding hands and telling Cuddy about their engagement. there was a split second in which i very nearly thought the couple holding hands was house and wilson
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vcrnons · 5 months
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VERNON [INSIDE SEVENTEEN] Face the Sun Jacket Shoot Sketch
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Not to be a bitch but if Watcher wanted more money maybe they should of produced more then 1 project a month
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phoenixcatch7 · 8 months
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Based on this wonderful art of @puppetmaster13u for the dollhouse au!
It had been a long day, and was destined to be even longer.
The original plan had been bad enough; the league had a media conference planned for three o'clock, one that involved foreign presence and thus required pristine presentation.
Then, as all perfectly good plans that could have been left alone by the universe did, it was derailed by a villain attack or several. He said several because it seemed almost a dozen separate villains had individually had the bright idea of sabotaging the well publicised event. Though they'd failed, the accidental collaboration had done what each alone could not, and now the league was dragging themselves to base to hurriedly patch up the thankfully minor wounds and try and rush to meet the deadline.
Each league member on the list had a formal version of their usual super suit - flash's main change had been a bowtie before it met almost unanimous disapproval, and on the other end of the effort spectrum was Bruce. Not of his own will - he quite envied Flash's staunch faith in the single black bowtie - but he not only had been raised for the fast and critical world of the upper class, but was currently in a metal plated marionette held together by glue and screws and wires, which meant changing attire was more of a debacle than it would ordinarily be.
He flipped open the toolkit with the best approximation of a sigh the doll body could manage. The chest inflated and deflated, which was in fact a rather worrying sign because it wasn't supposed to be able to do that. He grabbed a screwdriver and a pit of tar glue and approached the mirror. He'd just have to go into the globally broadcast meeting stinking of sulphur... Perhaps he could borrow perfume from one of the girls, cologne combined dreadfully.
The chest cavity opened with little tugging, and he held one side in place as he attacked the bent hinges. An odd feeling, for sure. He took a hammer to the dent, imagining it was the penguin's face and praying Clark didn't decide now was the time to approach him on his self soothing metalworking hobby. He'd been entrusted with the override code for the door and Bruce was now quietly regretting that.
The chest cavity doors creaked back into place, which enabled him to finally pull out the costume change for the evening and dump it on the side.
Now for the leg, having been crushed under a tank penguin had smuggled into Gotham. It now bent the wrong way, and hiding it under his cloak had been a pain, but at least it hadn't come off -
There it went. Batman watched, almost despondent, as it toppled free of his body and crashed to the ground. The unhappy static that raced up his spine at the sight was expected - he'd be paying for the lack of care for the Patriarch Doll in nightmares tonight.
Joy.
He tipped into the nearby stool and kicked the lost limb closer with his remaining foot, squinting. Just a cracked screw and torn spring at the knee, thank goodness. He'd have it fully attached again within the hour.
But he was pretty sure he couldn't bend that far over without his jaw falling off, so face it was.
Hood off, wires unlaced under the chin, hidden screws loosened. The gas mask came off. The velcro on top of his head took good old fashioned yanking, but eventually peeled off with reluctant crackling, revealing the unpainted grey metal beneath.
As expected, his jaw was almost entirely loose, unable to close now without the structure of the mask. The nutcracker mouth in the lower jaw fell to tap against his throat, leaving either side of the actual lower jaw to hang in the air. Experimentally, he opened and closed his mouth, and watched all three parts swing and clink like a robot body horror wind-chime.
This was going to need a finer touch, and so he stripped off his gloves to access the sharp points of his talons - capped while with the league to keep the prick of steel rending claws to a mere suggestion.
He felt bared, now, all his top layer removed and abandoned, the door to his room at his back. He feels the paranoia to double check the lock, reassures himself that even if he'd somehow forgotten in his haste to hide away none of the members were mad enough to try and get in. Outside Superman, of course, but he always knocked.
Still, he hurried through repairs, running diagnostics in the back of his mind as he daubed glue into the cracks and set about restructuring his own jaw. Ears swivelled. Neck rolled. Glider snaps curled.
The jaw pieces were setting nicely when there was a noise at the door, and batman whipped around, cloak flaring behind him. The pliers dropped from suddenly weak fingers.
Captain marvel stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the room, face pale as he saw Batman propped up in middle, bare of his many obfuscating layers. Black tar speckled his lap, wires hung free like veins, blank eyes glowed, his jaw gaping, skinless. Glinting claws and spikes in full view, a limb discarded on the floor like garbage. His chest a dark hole, void of organs, of machinery, of anything that could make him run. A decades old terror gripped his heart.
HE SAW!
Both froze. Time stretched interminably.
The captains chest heaved for a scream, and batman was moving before he knew it, grabbing his fallen leg and lunging.
Captain marvel fell with a crack. Batman caught himself on the door. Five seconds before short term memory entered long term, had he reacted in time?
Hm.
He considered the body of the champion of magic laid in front of him, idly rebalancing the eternal tally graph of potential energies the dolls might run on in the back of his head and as always coming up none the wiser. This was a very inconvenient place for a body. Perhaps he could nudge marvel into the hallway to wake up. He glanced up and down the empty corridor, staying out of view of the camera.
Maybe he had overreacted slightly.
Bonus:
Billy and Green Lantern sat in the monitor room, ostensibly on duty but really checking out the watchtower camera feeds of the day before. Lantern was pointing at the screen.
"Here," he said, with a glee Billy didn't honestly appreciate. "Look at that. You go down like a sack of bricks and then -" he clicked forward two frames, "- this silver hand thing appears on the door frame. Look at that, that's a proper horror movie hand curl. The claws! Just missing the glint of a blood covered axe appearing from the shadows."
Billy shuddered, but couldn't help moving closer.
"What do you think it was? Can't have been batman, right?"
"You were there, you tell me." Lantern patted him on the shoulder before he could retort. "I mean, doesn't look much like him. Doesn't really have claws and his are black anyway. Pretty sure his gloves are sewn into his skin at this point."
"I didn't need that mental image," Billy said, because he really didn't.
"Could be another Robin variant? Like that black bat thing?"
"Dunno. I mean, unlikely. Maybe it was batman. Maybe he can shapeshift a little."
"We've had that on the list of possible powers for ages, still nothing firm one way or the other."
"It probably is batman -"
"But the claws -"
They trailed off.
"We'll just add it to the list. I'll save the file, hang on. We can talk about it at the do next week - you're coming right?"
"Yeah, but I've got, uh... A diplomacy thing with the yetis at nine, so I'll have to bail then."
"You always have the weirdest personal missions. Hey, maybe you can ask them about batman, pffft. Maybe he's one of them."
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favvn · 2 months
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NBC execs of the 60s were huge cowards for decrying this as "too cerebral" for the masses to watch and enjoy
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saltpepperbeard · 11 months
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Coach the NBA Finals, or perform in the Superbowl Halftime Show? I’d coach the NBA Finals because uh, I know more about basketball than performing at a halftime show. [x]
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mntyfrsh · 9 months
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31/52 — 2023 08/05
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Fujifilm X-S20 + XF 18–55mm lens
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rainymoodlet · 6 months
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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸
[ A Picnic... ]
Part 1 of 2 💐
@mattodore @morrigan-sims
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m3llowm1sh · 3 months
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Ok im finally dumping all of these on here !!!! Hooray
first off a lil vid of loghail in @sirwow’s rd connections converged au heehee
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then some shipping stuff
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and finally some internsona shenanigans again ft @emo-hermit’s river and also wally again cuz i love their dynamic sm 🤧🤧
this time theres an actual arc i made for her (under the cut bcuz wall of text) yeaa
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ok so when she first arrives at the hospital, she doesnt really talk to any of the people there (except ada and the kids occasionally) and focuses more on working for the rd program. she does her job well and edega notices her quietness/general insecure behaviour, therefore leading him to decide to take advantage of her and try to mold her mind into one thats willing to always take his side and do any sort of work for him.
as time goes on, this definitely takes a toll on her, and the other people notice this. she gets closer with them and like a while later thanks to their conversations and persuading she realizes that her "mentor" relationship with edega is definitely not healthy at all (she realizes this probably like a few months later? idk i still need to refine this whole thing)
eventually when she does snap out of their unhealthy relationship with the reassurance of others she pulls a knives chau and dyes her hair w that classic red color, flips edega off and realizes that "hey its ok to defy others its ok to be myself and not someone others want me to be" and everyone is happy yippee💥💥💥
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officialpenisenvy · 27 days
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fully unedited photos from our easter hike+lunch location
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