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Love this shot. This is my Greg Capullo Edition Riddler figure, backlit with my Riddler trophy.
This picture makes me insanely happy.
Alex Williams stood in a dark alleyway. On her brother's urging, she had arranged a meeting to by clone, a drug contraband in New Blok City, from the Skull, a well-known crime boss and drug trafficker. Now, she was wishing she hadn't. The Skull's minions had yet to show, and If she didn't get out of there soon, she was going to get mugged. As she was debating whether or not to . continue waiting, she felt a sharp tap on her shoulder. Alex spun around to see a man in a creepy latex mask, shaped like a skull, staring at her. "Are you-" "Yes." The man replied. "Let's get down to business." "I trust you have my payment?" "Y-y-yes" Alex stammered. She was terrified, both of getting caught by the police and the man in the skull mask. "Excellent." The man said, holding out his hand. "Clone first." Alex said with all the confidence she could muster. "This good enough for you?" The goon asked, opening a black suitcase. Inside were ten hypodermic needles, each containing a milky gray fluid. "Y-yes." Alex stammered again, Holding out a two crisp $100 bills. "Pleasure doing business with you." The dealer said wryly, grabbing the bill out of her hand and handing her the suitcase. "If you ever need me, you know who to call." He said, walking away. Alex nervously took one of the needles and injected it into her arm. As the clone rushed through her veins, she felt the excited tingling sensation her brother, Drake, had described, but also some thing else. Alex fell to the ground, shaking and sweating profusely as her body began to overheat. As she slipped from consciousness, she heard the scratchy voice of the henchman say, "Yes, Boss. Everything is going to plan."
This is my first entry to the League of Heroes 8x8 contest. I hope you enjoyed it! Also, the drug "clone" is a creation of fellow league member Andhe :-), and The Skull is a character of Jeremy Green's.
Cliffsider is a common name that refers to the society of horned, human like people living like swallows on the sides of cliffs. Goat is a prime example of what most Cliffsiders look like.
The Cliffsider Origin Story (passed down orally from generation to generation): A great, angry cloud appeared and red water fell from the sky. The sun and moons were lost for days. The Smallhorns fought tirelessly against the red waters until one day, the great flood consumed them. Villages, cities, homes, families, crops, livestock – everything became wet with red sickness. Only a few were untouched by the waters and had no choice but to run. They ran for days and days until their feet could not move any more, but the red waters followed them. In the distance the angry cloud rolled and roared. When all was seemingly lost, a dream came to the Largehorned woman, Anakaya. In the dream, a maze of red sea twisted and turned violently. Swallow came to her and spoke. “Follow me,” Swallow sang. Anakaya followed. Higher and higher into the blue sky they climbed until they could climb no more. Swallow looked into the eyes of Anakaya. As Anakaya stared back, her eyes began to change, one blue and one red. Swallow disappeared. On the edge of heaven, Anakaya looked around her. Rocks twisted and turned painfully bringing forth Largehorns. The rocks continued to stretch and cry and Largehorns continued to appear. Anakaya awoke from her dream, one eye shining red and the other shining blue. “Red to remember our lost ones, blue to remind us to climb towards the heavens,” she said. Anakaya led the people north into the Canyon Lands and a new life began.
Mom must be worried, it's past 8:30. Maybe I should give her a call to let her know I'm waiting for the next subway car.
Smoke comes pouring out of a nearby hallway and with it a mysterious man dressed all in black.
"You, have been chosen boy."
"Chosen for what?"
"To be the next protector, come with me to discover your true potential."
"Where are we going?"
"To see the wizard."
We walked down the hallway but it looked different than it usually does. There were strange pictures and holograms all over the walls. We arrived at at a train and the doors opened.
"Get in."
"Where will it take me?"
"That I've already told you."
"I still don't understand, why am I here?"
"I'm afraid I must allow you to find that out for yourself, you must ride this train to your destination."
"How do I know when to get off?"
"This train only makes one stop."
The train started moving, I'm defiantly going to be late.
Les origines du carnaval dunkerquois remontent au début du XVII e siècle. Les armateurs offraient aux marins-pêcheurs, avant de partir pour 6 mois de pêche à la Hareng en Islande, un repas et une fête (la « Foye »), ainsi que la moitié de leur solde
Bisogna saper accettare le critiche sia belle che brutte perchè solo così si cresce e si va avanti migliorando giorno per giorno! sono proprio quelle che ti danno la forza di progredire sempre più
Robin Hood's Bay is a village on the North Yorkshire coast, six miles south of Whitby and 15 miles north of Scarborough. The origin of the name is uncertain, and it is doubtful that Robin Hood was ever in the vicinity of the village (if indeed he ever existed). The place is attested in the early sixteenth century as "Robyn Hoodis Baye".
The village, which consists of a maze of tiny streets, has a tradition of smuggling, and there is reputed to be a network of subterranean passageways linking the houses. During the late 18th century smuggling was rife on the Yorkshire coast.
Fishing has always been the main legitimate activity in the village. Many houses were built between 1650 and 1750 and whole families were involved in the fishing industry. Fishing reached its peak in the mid 19th century, fishermen used the coble for line fishing in winter and a larger boat for herring fishing. These days most of the village's income comes from tourism.
Robin Hood's Bay is also known for the large number of fossils which may be found on its beach. The foreshore rocks on the north side of the bay, in particular, are a well known location for finding ammonites, especially after winter storms.
They say plants don't move.
Only some 120- hours ago these were all yellow dandelions.
And thye figured out haw to mix their males and females to fly far away without using any of their own energy,,
Parachutes come to mind.
Edward Nygma was a forensic investigator for the GCPD with a penchant for asking riddles, one of the few fond memories from his abusive household. He was viewed as a know-it-all and weird by most of his co-workers, especially when he began to develop a crush on his fellow forensic investigator Ms. Kirsten Kringle. At first, what Nygma was doing seemed harmless enough; Small, passing gifts left on her desk now and then. Ed eventually started buying bigger gifts for her, though he found he needed the money to do so. He elected to grab money from the stolen goods processing vault and use it. No one would miss it, right? He bought watches, necklaces, expensive tokens of his affection. One day, while raiding the vault as usual, he was caught by an officer. Scared that he’d be reported to the captain, Ed stabbed him, over and over. He had cut the cameras to the vault earlier, replacing it with previous footage of the room so the officers wouldn't discover his theft. He remained within the vault, along with the body, until most had gone home. Ed dragged the body into the morgue and placed it in one of the freezers. He got a bit of a thrill from not being caught, and decided to chase that thrill, leaving a riddle on the body to find the killer and locking the freezer, heading out to buy Ms. Kringle a bracelet. Of course, Ed was caught. It didn't cross his mind that he was the only one in the GCPD known for riddles at the time, and when he tried to pass it off as a framing, the internal affairs investigation discovered the knife he left in the vault. Along with that, they uncovered the robberies he had been periodically carrying out. Awestruck that someone could possibly outsmart him, Ed snapped. He admitted to the murder and was locked in Arkham, where he quickly began to devise an escape plan and a new identity: The Riddler.
Tappan Zee Bridge (1955–2017)
The Governor Malcolm Wilson Tappan Zee Bridge, commonly known as the Tappan Zee Bridge, was a cantilever bridge in the U.S. state of New York. It was built from 1952 to 1955 to cross the Hudson River at one of its widest points, 25 miles (40 km) north of Midtown Manhattan, from Grand View-on-Hudson to Tarrytown. As an integral conduit within the New York Metropolitan Area, the bridge connected South Nyack in Rockland County with Tarrytown in Westchester County in the Lower Hudson Valley.
Opened on December 14, 1955, the Tappan Zee Bridge was one of the primary crossings of the Hudson River north of New York City; it carried much of the traffic between southern New England and points west of the Hudson. The bridge, as well as its replacement, was the longest bridge in New York State. The total length of the bridge approached 16,013 feet (3.0328 mi; 4,881 m). The cantilever span was 1,212 feet (369 m), which provided a maximum clearance of 138 feet (42 m) over the water.[2] The bridge was officially named after former governor Malcolm Wilson in 1994, though the original name continued to be used.
The Tappan Zee Bridge was part of the New York State Thruway mainline and carried the highway concurrency of Interstate 87 and Interstate 287. The span carried seven lanes of motor traffic. The center lane was able to be switched between eastbound and westbound traffic depending on the prevalent commuter direction; on weekdays the center lane was eastbound in the morning and westbound in the evening. The switch was accomplished via a movable center barrier which was moved by a pair of barrier transfer machines. Even with the switchable lane, traffic was frequently very slow.
In 2013, federal and state authorities started constructing a replacement bridge at a cost of at least $4 billion. All traffic was shifted to the new bridge on October 6, 2017, and demolition of the old bridge began soon afterward. The eastern half of the bridge was demolished in a controlled demolition on January 15, 2019, while the western half was lowered onto a barge and hauled away in May 2019.[3]
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tappan_Zee_Bridge_(1955%E2%80%932017)
Origin of name:
Tappan referred to a local native American tribe, and zee is the Dutch word for sea.
Source: nypost.com/2017/11/14/late-govs-daughter-joins-tappan-zee...
The origin of the name dates back to the slums of the early twentieth century, when a devotee of Santa Marta took a picture of it to the top of the hill. In 1930, a chapel was built to house the image. The land belonged to the nearby College of St. Ignatius, which now allow some of their employees were living on the hillside, giving rise to the current slum.
The community is famous for having been the site of the clip They Do not Care About Us Michael Jackson, in 1996. At the time, the video crew had to ask permission to the local chief of drug trafficking, Marcio Amaro de Oliveira .
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Volume 1 - Origin of Powerhouse: Issue #10
Flicker Fighters
Firelighter begins to stir after being rammed through the door. For a brief moment Ben contemplates bringing his sword down on him but scolds himself for even contemplating it. Instead, he runs, seeing the ceiling beginning to crumble and crack. Ben makes his way to the window and uses the hilt of his blade to smash the glass. It explodes into glistening shards which sprinkle the ground outside. With a hesitant glance Ben looks down at the fire engines and crowd of onlookers. It must’ve been a 20ft drop down. With his weight in the armour it would be a fatal fall. The alternative, is to fight a Metahuman with flamethrower hands. Not to mention the fact they were in firefighter gear and well acclimated to the napalm environment around them both. Even with the fresh air and cool breeze from outside Ben was cooking inside his armour. He could feel his skin blistering and cracking under his armour. The heat was intense and his sweat was starting to sizzle against his skin. His lungs were being choked and his eyes were burning up. So much so his cheeks were streaming with tears. Leaving clean trails on his soot covered cheeks.
He notices Firelighter getting to his feet and his fingertips begin to dance with flames once more. Ben grimaces and looks back outside and at the drop. He could make out a few faces in the crowd, but couldn’t see his Mum. She wasn’t in her office. Luckily, she hadn’t bumped into Firelighter either as he too was approaching her door. There were other exits outside so he knew if she was still in the building she’d be able to make it safely out, as would the others. The only way out was to either fight Firelighter and make his way through a burning corridor or jump from the window.
Ben: “Goddamn it.”
Ben takes a sharp inhale, and steps one foot out the window. He clings to the side of the window frame. After mustering the courage to bring his other leg out, he lets go and falls from the building. Flames spray out from the window as he descends and Ben yells in a panic. He had an idea in mind before he jumped but it still didn’t stop him from being scared. Quickly, he grips both hands on the hilt of his blade and drives the metal into the side of building. Much to his luck, it cuts deep into the brick and tears through the foundation. Ben yells in pain, feeling the muscles of his arms stretch from the strain of holding onto sword. His sword continues to slice its way down as he comes to a slow stop. He hears people scream for him as he dangles from the hilt of his sword. Ben’s arms tremble from effort and his biceps spasm with pain. He looks down at the ground, just a 10ft drop. Thankfully, he sees firemen extending a ladder out towards him. He didn’t know what would happen to Firelighter but he didn’t really care at this point in time.
Another sharp one from the Arkham Origins wave 2 shoot. Full gallery at The Toyark here : news.toyark.com/2014/03/21/dc-collectibles-arkham-origins...
I'm sitting on a roof while I'm looking for another crime to be stopped. I need evidence to stop the corruption of this city. I look at my leg. It still hurts from that night. Who was this "Doctor Skull" and what did he want? I look up to the sky. It's a pretty night with very few clouds. The moonlight shines bright. Then, I finally hear the truck arriving . That's where I've been waiting for. I jump to another roof while I close in silently while the truck is outloaded. The boxes are one by one brought into a building. I calculate the time between them. Then I sneak to the boxes. I have around a minute vefore the goons are back. I carefully open one of the boxes. When I try to close it again, I see a bullet flying just passing me, while a loud bang is heard. A sniper. I quickly hide behind the boxes while a second shot csn be heard. It seems to come from a window. I take out my grappler, but hide again as the goons come walking back. They begin firing with there automatic guns at me. I wait until the goons need to reload, and then jump over the boxes. I slide towards them, I hit a leg of one of them with my staff and kick another over. I hear more goons coming, so I grapple to the roof. I see the person fleeing on the roofs. I land in front of him and just dotch another bullet, this time coming from a pistol. The man wears a helmet with a black visor, tubes over his suit and a jetpack on his back.
Crossway: "The name is Crossway, kiddo."
Mystery: "Why are you trying to kill me?!"
Crossway: "It's nothing personal, just bussiness."
Mystery: "Well, who hired you then?!"
Crossway: "I don't really remember his name that well anymore, but I believe it was Anderson or something?"
Mystery: "Hamminson."
Crossway: "Yeah, that guy! Do you know him?"
Mystery: "Kinda."
Crossway: "Well uhm, I'm just gonna kill ya now, okay?"
Crossway begins firing at Mystery.
Crossway: "So why the name, Mystery?"
Mystery:"You talk to much."
Crossway: "What do you mean by that?!"
I throw my staff at him and he gets distracted by it, I run towards him and kick his guns out of his hands.
Crossway: "Hey!"
Mystery: "As I said, you talk to much."
Crossway: "Blah."
Crossway takes out another two guns and flies in the air while firing at Mystery.
Crossway: "Haha, catch me if you can!"
Mystery pulls out his grapple hook and shoots it around Crossway. Crossway falls to the ground and his pistols fall of the roof, but yet he pulls out another pistol.
Mystery: "Man, how many pistols do you even have?!"
Crossway: "Need to be prepared for the job."
While Crossways jetpack malfunctions, he fires at Mystery who slightly dotches them. Mystery kicks the gun out of his hand.
Crossway: "Ahh, that was my last gun!"
They have a hand to hand combat fight. Mystery is on the winning side. Crossway notices it, and quickly graps the grappler from Mystery and takes a step back. He shoots it around Mystery. Mystery can't move and struggles to get loose.
Crossway: "Ha, gotcha with your own tricks!"
Mystery: "Dammit!"
Crossway: "See ya around kiddo!"
And Crossway runs away in the night.
When I walk on the beach I reach a point where the condos end and there is nothing but trees on one side and endless ocean on the other. Sometimes I am the only person there and I can imagine how it was at the beginning of time when life first emerged from the sea.
To get this shot:
I was lying on my stomach getting shots of people walking by for this simple comp but not that easy shot. I needed to focus fast and get the shot as they were walking through my frame. Surprisingly, most people walked right on through a few feet from my lens. A few thoughtful people said excuse me coming through your shot or stepped politely behind me. :) But, it was the rude ones I wanted, the ones who walked through the frame without a pause. That gave me the natural looking stride I wanted.
Taken for our daily challenge - humanity
Ngan Cute
Binh Chanh, Saigon
04 Dec 2010
135mm f2@ f2
Special thanks to models and photography friends!
Replica Benz Motorwagen (world's first petrol-engined car)
Intentional Camera Movement abstact with highlights in car details, Gaydon Heritage Motor Centre
Proyecto de autorretratos hecho mientras estudiaba fotografía, sobre conectar con las raíces aborígenes canarias (Islas Canarias). Inspirado por el concepto de "repatriación espiritual" de Christian Thompson, de su proyecto "We bury our own". / Project of self-portraits made while studying photography about connecting through photography with Canarian aboriginal roots. Inspired by Christian Thompson's concept "spiritual repatriation" from his We Bury Our Own project.