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Black Swan
Amidst the silent echoes, amidst the shards of her shattered dreams, she yearned to dance. Her feet, marred and broken, bore the weight of rejection and disdain, yet still, she longed to dance.
To glide upon the icy stage, to feel the chill wind kiss her skin in each graceful turn. Unfettered by fear or doubt, she surrendered to the rhythm of her heart, finding solace in the elegant motions that defied the world's harsh judgment.
Oh, black swan, embodiment of a hidden brilliance, she danced on, a testament to resilience amidst adversity. In her graceful pirouettes, she whispered tales of strength and defiance, her spirit soaring high above the frozen landscape.
For in the realm of dance, she found her sanctuary, a sacred space where her brokenness transformed into beauty, and her silence into a symphony of movement...
by me
Photography and editing; LC Nevermind(Luis Campillo)
Artistic direction, MUAH, props, caption and model; Lis Xia
Gear; Hasselblad 500CM, CZ Planar 80mm T, Ilford Pan 400
I’ve never had such trouble editing a photo as with this one. I couldn’t quite understand why…
I started this editing 1 year ago… It all started with a simple photo, where I kept adding stuff, which made it emotionally heavier and heavier.
Some weeks ago, I had a click and realized that I was portraying the deepest wound living in me, the rejection. After that realization I understood why I couldn’t stand looking at it. Seeing me there was so painful. At that time, I was not ready to dive that deeper.
This piece portrays the rejection from the outside world as well as the inner one. At first glance we may blame the outside world for making us feel rejected, but is it? It seems the easiest way, I know…
In my case, I always felt an outsider on this earth, which led me to feel rejected. Not only by society but by the sayings that I started to hear at an early age. It’s not the easiest to feel this way, but in the end it’s always how we receive those sayings and how we process them that dictate the outcome. It is up to us! Letting that sink in or just letting go. I made the wrong decision. I started to believe in the truth of others, which fast led to a path of creating limiting beliefs. I became my own aggressor. I started to reject myself, seeing my negative traits, only.
It was the beginning of living in my own world, on a bubble, where no one was allowed. The thoughts that I was not worth to be loved, that I was always wrong, that I was a freak and deserved to be treated badly, because I was putting myself on the spot asking for it, were haunting me all the time. I wouldn’t allow anyone to get closer or to love me. If by any mean someone complimented me I would, always, show them otherwise, which would make them leave eventually.
For so long I blamed others, for their sayings and behavior towards me, when, in reality, I was the one to blame. I had two choices, not retain all the bullshit or to start believing and making it my reality. I chose the second one. Today I see, I had a major portion of the blame. Because I was the one allowing that to remain inside and who practiced self-rejection. It may sound harsh, but we are the ones with the power to choose what we believe in, even if what others say is awful.
I write this in the past because that’s where I want all of it to remain. Today, I am worthy of everything I want and choose to.
However you have experienced outside or self rejection, I want you to know that you are not alone. From now on choose yourself first and be the one to choose your own beliefs and reality. Don’t allow others to tell you what you are worth of or not. Hope you find some comfort in this or feel represented in some way. Start today to believe and love the beautiful being you are.
Week 20 - Hands
& Theme 60/100 - Rejection
Even in your lowest points someone will point at you and judge you, make fun of you, mock you for not being strong enough, laugh at your scars.
And you will crawl,trying to hold yourself together, holding onto the remains of your strenght, now damaged and broken.
Fight the urge to let yourself drown,
Even at your most vulnerable there will always be someone willing to push you even deeper.
Kind of a personal piece. Hope you appreciate it ❤
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I have spent many years advocating for the fight against leprosy in India.
Tragically, the disease is still with us.
Beyond the physical suffering, those who live with leprosy face isolation and rejection.
In Delhi, Orissa, and elsewhere, they are often forced to live apart from the rest of society.
Their children grow up shunned, marked by a stigma they never asked for.
With doors closed to them, many have no choice but to beg in order to survive.
This is not just a medical issue—it is a human one.
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A man with Hansen's disease
missing digits in both hands
riding a handicap bicycle
commonly seen in
New Delhi
Photography’s new conscience
April 29, 2011.
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If you've ever deliberated over which feeling is the worst that you can ever experience, I'll tell you now.
Rejection.
That feeling of not being accepted. Knowing that you're not accepted. Feeling countless pairs of eyes on you, hearing careless whispers, catching the end of an exchanged glance between strangers. Isolation. Desolation. Alienation. And you begin wondering what it will take to fit in, just for once.
Because all you have ever wanted to do is to fit in.
Blend in; be part of the crowd.
Some of us are screaming out at the top of our lungs in a crowded room and no one notices. No one cares. At least, no one appears to care.
But have you ever thought that some others are trying to paint themselves invisible with quiet words and cast down glances?
Have your eyes ever flitted over a stranger? Have you ever felt the slightest tinge of empathy for the shadows in the corners with their eyes unfocused and faces expressionless? Or have you, all the while, just been thinking about yourself?
This picture is #01 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
I encountered this gentleman at a car show near my home in South Florida. He was sitting comfortably in a folding chair in front of his pride and joy, a 1954 Buick Super.
I have photographed strangers before, but I was a bit nervous about starting this project. I've been battling my own thinking, of what if I'm disturbing someone, taking away from something they want to do? And of course the fear of rejection comes into play...
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had seen this man before at the car shows, but could not get up the courage to approach him. When I saw him tonight I knew this was the time and place to start this project.
He was extremely agreeable about having his picture taken for the project. He straightened himself up in his chair, and probably would have stood up if I had asked him. As it was sundown and the light was changing rapidly, I decided to keep him seated in front of the car.
I just got a 85mm f1.8 lens a week ago and have practiced a bit on friends and family. The shallow DOF at f1.8 is definitely a challenge to work with. I started taking shots of him wide open.
After several images, I got concerned about my focus, and decided to stop the lens down to f4. I knew this would give me enough depth of field to have his entire face in focus.
I also started to joke with him a bit, and one point asked him to think about his Buick as I took his picture. This struck a chord with him and brought the natural, happy expression to his face that I was hoping for.
We talked for a bit and he shared some personal information that I don't care to publish here. It's sufficient to say that I made a new friend and walked away in a state of feeling greatly uplifted at starting this project on such a positive note. He was the first stranger and the first to say yes.
As I walked away I realized it would have been better if I had stopped down the lens even more and gotten more of this great classic car in the background. If I shoot more at the car show I'll keep this in mind.
we have difficulties with relationships because we are unlovable and sensitive to rejection.
personality disorders are typically associated with severe disturbances in the behavioral tendencies of an individual, usually involving several areas of the personality, and are nearly always associated with considerable personal and social disruption. Additionally, personality disorders are inflexible and pervasive across many situations, due in large part to the fact that such behavior is ego-syntonic (i.e. the patterns are consistent with the ego integrity of the individual) and are, therefore, perceived to be appropriate by that individual.
Diagnosis of personality disorders can be very subjective; however, inflexible and pervasive behavioral patterns often cause serious personal and social difficulties, as well as a general functional impairment. Rigid and ongoing patterns of feeling, thinking and behavior are said to be caused by underlying belief systems and these systems are referred to as fixed fantasies or "dysfunctional schemata"
Don't reject me...
Like the wiper does with the rain...
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باران پاييزي
مازندران - ايران
مهرماه 1387
( all scripture quotes from NKJV) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's human nature to be anxious when any new and unfamiliar situation arises in our lives. It is the fear of the unknown that makes us nervous. Fear can paralyze our actions ; Fear of failure, rejection, ridicule, and so on... We like to feel safe, And familiar just feels safe for us. I bet that every person reading this has that one " comfort food" that always makes you feel better when stress, anxiety or depression takes ahold. The Bible says " For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." ( 2 Timothy 1:7)------ we can't see what God sees, But we can have faith in Him and trust that He always has our best in mind. Oftentimes when a bad situation arises, we will ask " what do I do?" when we should be asking " Lord, what do you want me to do?" Way to often people will use prayer as last resort ; when prayer should be the first step.// Think about Jehoshaphat. His first reaction to learning that a great multitude was coming against him was to pray. He set himself to seek the Lord. In the midst of a trail he prayed this prayer : " O our God, will you not judge them? For we have no power against this multitude that is coming against us ; nor do we know what to do. but our eyes are upon you." ( 2 Chronicles 20:12)------------ Jehoshaphat knew that God had delivered others before him, and he trusted that God would do the same for him.. He did, He will! [ Hebrews 13:5] " Let your conduct be without covetousness ; be content with such things as you have. For He Himself has said, I will never leave you nor forsake you. so we may boldly say : The Lord is my helper ; I will not fear. What can man do to me?"--------- Only God can give us the confidence and security we need in times of trouble. If we keep our eyes focused on Him, He will lead us in the best way possible... [ Proverbs 3:5-6] " Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding ; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths." //////
Excerpt from Wikipedia:
Church of Saint Peter in Gallicantu is a Roman Catholic church located on the eastern slope of Mount Zion, just outside the Old (walled) City of Jerusalem.
The church takes its name from the Latin word "Gallicantu", meaning cock's-crow. This is in commemoration of Peter's triple rejection of Jesus "... before the cock crows twice." (Mark 14:30)
A Byzantine shrine dedicated to Peter's repentance was erected on this spot in 457 AD, but was destroyed by the Fatimid caliph Al-Hakim bi-Amr Allah in 1010. The chapel was rebuilt by Crusaders in 1102 and given its present name. After the fall of Jerusalem the church again fell into ruin and was not rebuilt until 1931. Today a golden rooster protrudes prominently from the sanctuary roof in honor of its biblical connection. This spot is also believed to be the location of the High Priest Caiaphas' palace.
The entrance to the church is from a parking lot located above the main level of the church. In the courtyard is a statue that depicts the events of the denial and include its main figures; the cock, the woman, and the Roman soldier. The inscription includes the biblical passage; But he denied him, saying "Woman, I know him not"! (Luke 22:57) The entrance itself is flanked by wrought iron doors covered with biblical bas reliefs. To the right are two Byzantine-era mosaics found during excavation, these were most likely part of the floor of the fifth-century shrine. The main sanctuary contains large, multi-colored mosaics portraying figures from the New Testament. Facing the entrance is a bound Jesus being questioned at Caiaphas' palace; on the right Jesus and the disciples are shown dining at the Last Supper; and on the left Peter, considered the first Pope, is pictured in ancient papal dress. Perhaps the most striking feature of the interior is the ceiling, which is dominated by a huge cross-shaped window designed in a variety of colors. The fourteen Stations of the Cross also line the walls and are marked with simple crosses.
Beneath the upper church is a chapel which incorporates stone from ancient grottos inside its walls. Down a hole in the center of the sanctuary one can see caves that may have been part of the Byzantine shrine. These walls are engraved with crosses left by fifth-century Christians. On an even lower level there is a succession of caves from the Second Temple period. Since tradition places the palace of Caiaphas on this site, many believe that Jesus may have been imprisoned in one of these underground crypts after his arrest, however, these underground caves were normal in many Roman-era homes, and often served as cellars, water cisterns, and baths. On the north side of the church is an ancient staircase that leads down towards the Kidron Valley. This may have been a passage from the upper city to the lower city during the first temple period. Many Christians believe that Jesus followed this path down to Gethsemane the night of his arrest.
The church belongs to the Assumptionist Fathers, a French order established in 1887 and named for Mary's Assumption into heaven. The Order has its headquarters in Jerusalem's monumental Hostelry of Our Lady of France, (Notre Dame de France), built in 1889.
“The words won’t freaking come and I am screaming out on the inside. I want to leak out this frustration and anger. I want to pour out this hurt and sadness. I want to break this dam of rejection and perfection. I want to let it go so I can be free again. My bones have been infected with stubbornness. I feel rejection stab my heart yet I purposely think of those same memories, over and over, in hopes that I can remember how to feel. I just can’t. As I cry, my body heaves and lurches but it does not bend. I can’t bend with these bones of steel fused so tightly inside of me. I cannot breathe with all this gasoline being poured into my blood stream. I want to exhale so badly but if I do the strength I put into holding myself together with every lip bite, every tensed fist, and every tightened throat will be for nothing. I just can’t. The tears will just pour and they will be like fire, reacting with the gasoline in my veins. An explosion will erupt in my heart and I won’t be able to live any longer. I just won’t be able to make it through…I just can’t.”
“But I collect each of your tears in a bottle; none of them will hurt you. When you are on your knees, sobbing out in desperation, I will lift your head and reveal my plans for you; plans to prosper you, not to harm you. I will remove your frustration and anger. I will heal you of your hurt and sadness. I will break off the stronghold of rejection that consumes your life and I will crush the bond of wanting perfection that suffocates you. I will give you freedom. I already have. There will be a renewal of the living water in your spirit and like a medicine it will cure you from your deep, emotional infections. There will be a pill of forgiveness given to you for your cold and your symptoms of sin. And through all of the consequences, the trials, and the chastening I will be there. I will relax your body, your mind and your soul and give it peace. I will breathe life into you once again and for the three times you said you can’t, I say ‘You will’ for you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you.”
“But…I just…don’t think I can.”
“But I can. In My name your transgressions are forgiven and in My name your healing is beginning. I have waited days and days for this moment. I have craved to be yours as you are Mine. I have desired your heart with every scar and every wound so that I may show you my glory through this time of revival and renewal. I don’t write these love letters for the sake of writing them. I know the amount, the sufficiency, and the virtue of My love. It is now your turn to witness this great love and to know I have made you fearfully and wonderful in the image of Me. Stop believing the lie that you cannot do it because every inch you move in this race, even if you’re crawling, is one step closer to the finish line. I am waiting there with a prize of excellence for my good and faithful servant. For my beloved.”
This began as a piece of writing about depression but after many rough copies I had to just become raw and write exactly how I was feeling. God had different plans; He wanted to show me His great love by speaking through me…to myself ha. I encourage you, no matter how low you are or even how high, if you can relate hear me out: God is able. God is willing. God is faithful. And God is good.
So let us worship him for who He is, not for what He can give us.
Giotto di Bondone (born 1267 or 1276 - died 1337)
No-1 Rejection of Joachim's Sacrifice
detail head of the High priest
No. 1 Scenes from the Life of Joachim:
1. Rejection of Joachim's Sacrifice [1304-06]
Fresco, 200 x 185 cm
Cappella Scrovegni (Arena Chapel), Padua
Apparently when a female Orange Tip has already mated and she wants to deter the advances of other males she will flatten her wings and raise her abdomen. It's believed that at this point she releases an anti-aphrodisiac to put them off.
loneliness hurts. rejection hurts. losing someone hurts. envy hurts. everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.
It is true! Life is all those things and more.
If you have many unsaid, unexpressed feelings taking up space in your life, say them out loud. Rejection is not as bad as regret, express your feelings. If you have not told your loved ones, your family, your friends that you love them, then go ahead do it right now. Hug them a lot, kiss them a lot and tell them you love them a lot. Life is short.
If you are hanging on to bitterness because somebody hurt you. Let it go, cause the only person getting affected by that is you. Let go of negative feelings, forgive and forget. Its not easy but channelize your negative feelings into something creative...art, music, sports, anything that can provide an outlet for them. Life is too beautiful.
If you are hurting somebody, cheating, taking them for granted. Maybe you should stop and think and change while you have a chance. Respect others especially those you love. Honesty, integrity, transparency, loyalty, respect, these are not just words, they actually mean something. Life is precious.
If you are stuck in a rut and don't know how to get out of it, then seek help. If you have dreams you want to pursue, find the courage to pursue them. Again, failure is not as bad as regret of never having tried.You may not always be able to choose the situations you are put in, but you can always choose how to respond to them. Take control, because it is your life. Life is unexpected.
Be the best you can, let the darkness within be transformed into something positive, a legacy of art, let the light within shine bright and dazzle to make this life worthwhile! Life is exciting.
Thank you for patiently listening to my words. Thank you for appreciating my art. Thank you for understanding what I mean. Thank you for being you. Love you all.
xoxo KK
It takes me just under five minutes to ‘stitch’ up both wounds properly enough so that I won’t have to worry about them. Obviously I could have done a better job but we’re already pressed for time as it is. The last thing we need is for one of us to be benched thanks to two lucky swipes with a sword. Barbara’s not going to be happy that it only took me five minutes to sew my wounds up. Hell, I doubt she’d be happy if it took me an hour and I sewed them up properly but that doesn’t matter right now.
She should be dealing with the controls right now and has no-one watching her back. Whilst she’s more than capable of looking after herself, with how things have already gone I don’t want to take more unnecessary risks. Next time we might not be lucky enough to only walk away with a few minor cuts. Holstering my medical kit, I remove a small canister of disinfectant and spray both wounds briefly.
FFffuu…does it sting.
But it also helps to make me more alert. Probably the adrenaline kicking in.
I can’t really tell. Not that it matters anyways, I need to get to Barbara. For all we know the controls could be guarded by twice as many guards as what we just had to deal with, and two on two was difficult enough. Climbing up onto my feet, I holster both of my sticks before locking on to the tracking signal in Barbara’s suit.
Floor 13.
Not suspicious at all.
For those who don’t believe in bad luck….
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Batgirl> Batgirl to bunker.
Alfred: Bunker here, go ahead Batgirl.
Batgirl: Tower secured. I need to know what floor the controls are located on so I can shut down the dispersal system.
Alfred: I’ll check the schematics now. Is everything alright there? We haven’t heard from you two in a while.
Batgirl: We had some complications with the people guarding our tower. They’re dealt with now.
Alfred: And Master Grayson?
Batgirl: He’s fine. He took two small injuries but nothing too serious.
Alfred: Are you in need of some medical assistance?
Batgirl: No Alfred, the wounds are just a pair of small cuts and a bit of his pride. Nothing to worry about.
Alfred: ……He’s not mending them himself is he?
I can’t help but hesitate. Part of me doesn’t want to worry Alfred, but I also don’t want to lie to him.
Batgirl: Umm…how are those schematics looking?
Alfred: Christ, I’d better load some medical supplies into your drop pod as well.
He handled that better than I expected.
Batgirl: What floor do I need, Al?
Alfred: Floor 13. Make your way up there and I’ll have the Batwing deliver the equipment that you’ll need.
Batgirl: Thanks Al, I’ll radio in when I’m there.
Dick’s not going to be happy that Alfred knows I let him loose with the sewing kit again, but that doesn’t matter right now. The longer this tower stays online, the closer the gas gets to GCPD and the more dangerous it gets for Dad and his men. Come on Barb, you need to hurry.
I race out to the staircase and fire my grapple up to the top floor before I start quickly climbing up towards floor 13. If there was any sense to the architecture of this building the top floor would be floor 13, but it isn’t. Floor 13 is barely over half way up the tower. What a weird design choice.
Who designs a building to not have the main controls on either the ground or top floor? Only in Gotham.
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Following the signal from Barbara’s suit takes me out into the main stairway of the tower. Old, rusty and poorly maintained. An oddly perfect representation of most of Gotham. Then again, I doubt anyone’s taken much interest in these towers after the Second World War prior to today so it’s no wonder the whole tower is in this state. I’m rather amazed that the dispersal system even works honestly.
Firing my grapple up to the top floor, I begin to climb up towards Barbara’s signal. To my surprise though, I don’t detect her transponder on the top floor as you’d expect but just over half way up the tower. Is this right? What’s she doing there? Surely the controls are up on the top floor, right?
I check the tracker again and it insists that he’s on this floor, so that must be where the controls for the tower are as well. That’s the only rational explanation for what she’s doing there as there’s no chance that she’d have managed to get herself lost.
Oh who am I kidding. Of course they’d build the controls on a random floor for no clear reason, of course they would. This is Gotham after all. Sensible and logical just aren’t words that can be used to describe the thought process behind most of this city. In some ways it’s oddly reassuring to see that it’s no different for this tower either.
Consistency on a night like tonight is unusually comforting.
Landing on the 13th floor I retract my grapple and slowly make my way towards Barbara’s signal. So far, it’s all quiet. That’s a good sign. It suggests that the two guards we faced on the ground floor were the only ones guarding the tower. One less thing to worry about. Suddenly, I jump as I hear a loud crashing noise coming from the room where Barbara’s signal is coming from.
Crap, is it the League?
Batgirl: Alright Alfred, I’ve got the device. What do I do now?
Oh…..
Maybe it’s not the League….
False alarm.
Clearly this Lucius’ solution to the gas being delivered to us. Barbara must have radioed in to the bunker when she left me to deal with my wounds. No sense interrupting her, I’ll just enter quietly so as to not disturb her…
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Batgirl: I really hope the next person tasked with building something in Gotham is a fan of logical construction.
Alfred: I’m afraid that will be unlikely. Mayor West has put all building projects on hold until he can appoint his full cabinet. I doubt you’d approve of his housing pick.
Batgirl: He’s a fan of this erratic style?
Alfred: That would be an understatement.
Batgirl: Well as long as he doesn’t decide to move to Bludhaven any time soon…
Cautiously, I slowly open the control room door with a pair of batarangs at the ready in my right hand. All clear.
Batgirl: Alfred, I’ve got eyes on the controls.
Alfred: Excellent, the Batwing should be with you in just under two minutes. How are the controls looking?
Batgirl: Rusty. But they look useable.
Alfred: Then we’re having more luck than Master Timothy.
Batgirl: What’s happened with him?
Alfred: His controls were sabotaged. Lucius is talking him through a manual way to shut down the tower with out them.
Batgirl: Nice to know Dick and I aren’t the only ones having bad luck tonight. So how do I go about shutting this thing down?
Alfred: You should be able to shutdown your tower’s dispersal system from there, that will stop it from pumping out more of the gas into Gotham. The Batwing is en-route to deliver what you’ll need to neutralise the gas that has yet to be dispersed.
Batgirl: Roger, commencing shutdown sequence now.
From what I can make out, the system itself is fairly simple just as you’d expect really. This stuff would have been state of the art when it was installed in this tower. By today’s standards it’s old and dated but since it was put in place in the early 40’s there should be no failsafes. In this case, its simplicity is a product of its time
Though it takes me a minute or so to properly figure out the controls, once I realise how the system works it takes me only a couple of seconds to begin the shutdown sequence. Easy enough.
Alfred: Drop pod inbound.
I step back from the controls as the familiar sound of the Batwing’s engines echo faintly in the distance before they’re drowned out by the loud crash of the drop pod landing next to me. After a quick identity check, the pod opens to reveal a device similar to what I remember seeing in Bruce’s archive back in the Batcave.
What’s Lucius doing using old Scarecrow equipment?
Batgirl: Alright Alfred, I’ve got the device. What do I do now?
Alfred: The device is loaded with a concentrated sample of the counteragent for the toxin. According to Lucius, all you need to do is to empty the contents into the loading chamber and it should neutralise the gas for you.
Batgirl: That sounds far too easy.
Alfred: Trust me, take easy whenever you can. I doubt we’re going to be so lucky as the night continues.
Batgirl: Lucius really does out do himself at times. I hope Bruce pays him well.
Alfred: He pays him more than he pays me.
Batgirl: You should ask for a raise.
Alfred: Maybe I will.
Batgirl: I don’t think anyone can say that you haven’t earned it.
Alfred: You’d be amazed how resourceful he can be at getting out of things when he wants to.
Batgirl: Or getting rid of things when he wants to.
Alfred: I have to go, Master Bruce is radioing in. If you need me…
Batgirl: It’s alright Alfred, I’ve got it from here. Batgirl out.
Neutralising the gas is relatively simple really, all it takes is five seconds and I manage to empty the contents of the device into the loading chamber and seal it shut again. Mission accomplished. Suddenly I hear faint footsteps behind me.
Ambush!?
I draw a batarang from my belt and jump up in the air, quickly spinning to face the entrance as I do so only to find Dick stood behind.
Nightwing: Woah! Woah! Same team!
God damn it, Dick.
Spider-Man is one of the most popular and commercially successful superheroes ever created. The Spider-Man comic book series broke new ground by allowing Peter Parker, an average teenage high school student, and the person behind Spider-Man's secret identity, to have feelings of self doubt, rejection, inadequacy, and loneliness. This helped many young readers relate to him, allowing his popularity to skyrocket .
This Spider-Man figure was seen at New York Comic Con.
In a beautiful evening setting, this female Cabbage White is busy feeding. Sensing the presence of male butterflies in the vicinity, it spreads her wings and sticks its abdomen up to put off any unwanted advances. According to "Butterfly - a photographic Portrait" by Thomas Marent pg 190, "although it looks much like a come-on, this posture makes it impossible for the male to reach her abdomen to mate".
Poor old Stormies - goes to show that evil stooges never get the girls
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