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“Never, never be afraid to do what's right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society's punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.” -- Martin Luther King, Jr.
From the series "INTO AFRICA"
I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today.
~ William Allen White (American Journalist 1868-1944)
====Billings' Penthouse====
*The first thing that she thought of was "He doesn't deserve this". The second was "Christ that stench is potent" and her third thought was "Jesus this costume's tight". She was in his apartment, Spellbinder's, the best selling author. The very idea he could be adored sickened her. The place was enormous, there were strong oak bookshelves, a white, clean kitchen (evidence *he* never cooked), hell, even a hot tub, tiled in black and white slabs. The scented candles stunk up the place, probably to cover up something worse, and of course there were copies of that stupid book everywhere. She'd read a few pages, out of curiosity, none of it good. Several supervillains hadn't hesitated to call her all manners of names. She doubted his copy would give her husband much solace, even if Ten had meant well. Again she strained to move, a consequence of wearing the old suit, but it couldn't be helped. Twag and his goons had taken her newer gear when they attacked the house and raided the cave. How she wished Twag was here now. If only so she could torture him. Mercilessly. Soon, she thought. She just needed the right- Billings. He'd at last emerged from the bedroom, he had glanced her briefly and was now wearing his supervillain garb. Hideous, not unlike the man himself*
Billings- -You must be the stripper I ordered. Just make yourself at home won't- You. Times are tough are they?
Miranda- I'm not a stripper Billings.
Billings- Your legs say otherwise.
Miranda- It's an old costume.
Billings- Don't doubt it, very risqué. What's this about, Legs? Want me to sign a copy?
Miranda- I want to know your source
*Billings' sneer vanishes. In a way Miranda was glad, if she had to put up with any more misogynistic bullshit from him, she'd kill him herself*
Billings- Don't you bug buggers exchange notes?! I already had your husband come visit me in August.
Miranda- My husband?
Billings- Yeah, playing Batman in a black suit.
Miranda- Billings you idiot, that wasn't Drury!
Billings- Idiot! Idiot indeed. You can't just walk into my home and insult me! Me!
Miranda- Your source.
Billings- It doesn't matter Legs, she's dead isn't she?
Miranda- Dead- Pike? Pike gave you those files?!
*It all led back to Twag. He hadn't just sent The Wasp to frame Drury, he had been giving Pike details on him, information she gave to Billings. Just what she needed, another conspiracy against Drury*
Billings- Yeah! And I hope she's rotting in Hell for the trouble she put me through. I don't expect to be assualted here! This is my safe space, my hidey hole! To have a black suited insectophile attack me, Walker or not, is disgust-!
*Thwip*
Miranda- Billings-?
*Billings. Shit*
Billings- Fucking help me! It's-! It's-! Spider-Man?!
LaMonica- I'll take that as compliment, eh?
*Who the- Well, he's certainly not Eric Needham*
====Arkham Asylum====
*Hugo Strange is in his office, a cup of tea at his side. He's rereading some old patient reports. Interesting, he thinks to himself. Very interesting indeed. His train of thought is nearly broken by the loud rapping at his door. He growls, annoyed by this unwelcomed disruption*
Guard- Sorry to disturb you Professor-
Strange- Just get on with it Captain.
Guard- Of course... There's been an incident..
Strange- Of what variety?
Guard- Three inmates never returned to their cells after lunch. Lynns, Walker and-
Strange- Yes?
Guard- Paul Dekker.
*Interesting, thought Strange once more. Very interesting*
====Lunchtime=====
Inmate- Great show today Paulie!
Dekker- Oho! If you think that was good, tune in next week, I'll have Two-Face in tears haha!
Amygdala- Your lunch Mr Dekker
Dekker- Ahh thank you Aaron! Oh that looks good!
Amygdala- Made it myself!
Dekker- Well, aren't you a resourceful little one. One moment please. Drury! Drury Walker!
*Drury and Gar walk cautiously over to Dekker*
Gar- Yeah?
Dekker- Garfield, wait your turn. Drury, it does my heart good to see you. You heard today's show, yes?
Drury- Yeah, yeah, very nice, listen how many people normally listen to it? Anyone across the bay?
Dekker- Anyone across the bay? Oh Drury, Drury, Drury, where have you been? It's the talk of the town- paper Aaron, see?
*Drury looks at the newspaper, clutched in Amygdala's hand, and there it is, an article on Dekker's radio show, dated around the same time he got arrested. Figures. But the ratings are indeed good, great in fact, and a plan has started to form in that brain of his*
Drury- Do you have to book in advance for these?
Dekker- Well, of course, I have *hundreds* of requests each day! Why do you ask? *You* don't want to appear so you? Haha!
Drury- Actually, I kinda do.
*Dekker freezes. It takes Drury aback, seeing him speechless like that. Gar mutters in his ear*
Gar- You sure Drury? I share a cell with him, you don't want to spend time with him alone.
Drury- I am Gar. Trust me.
Dekker- I don't know... I've scheduled Harvey in for next week.
Drury- Well, why wait, why not today?
Dekker- ... today-?
*Drury nods. Dekker ponders for a second, twirling his moustache, Gar and Drury look at him in anticipation, then, frowning, Dekker looks up*
Dekker- No.
*No? thought Drury. No? Why not? He and Dekker weren't exactly close, like most sane people he knew when to keep his distance but all the same, he thought he could count on the man to help him out, so he could get out the legal way, so he could see his family*
Drury- Dekker-
Dekker- I said no, Norbert, good day!
*And like that, the man stormed off, Gar and Drury exchanged another look, this time of suspicion*
Drury- Norbert-?
====Now====
*This was hardly the first time Paul Dekker found himself tied up. It wasn't even the first time he had found himself hanging upside down, The Bat had certainly seen to that. But, for once this was the first time he was afraid. Not of his assailants; Killer Moth, Firefly... children. Handsomely un-handsome children. No, he was afraid of what might happen. What may already be happening. Because he blurted out something he shouldn't have. Oh how he cursed those drugs of his! He ought to quit, maybe it'll stick this time*
Dekker- This is a mistake, surely Drury?
Drury- Shut up. What do you know about Norbert?
Dekker- Hmm?
Drury- You called me Norbert today, why?
Dekker- Drury, Norbert, they sound so similar no?
Gar- Cut the horseshit, what the hell do you know? And please, answer carefully... I hear a hint of some kind of pass, you're dead
Dekker- Nor. Bert. Norbert. What *do* I know?
Gar- I'm warning-!
Dekker- No flair for the dramatics Garfield? I thought you'd understand?
Drury- What do you know about Norbert?!
Dekker- Everything you insensitive butthole! I worked on the damn project that created him! Created the Killer Wasp! And the funny thing? I'm not even the only one!
Strange- No. He isn't. Good evening gentlemen
... be very, very afraid.
Halloween is four more sleeps away and this 'thing' is already roaming around Southport.
A vizinha, que vai na minha casa roubar ração da minha gata!
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to desânimada, cansada e sem tempo pra fotografar mais!!
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“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As longs as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”
― Anne Frank
#goardenofthegods #coloradosprings #colorado #sunrise #beginningofanewday #exploreeverything #photography #ilovephotography #blueskies #redrocks #traveltheworld #landscapephotography
أســم الطائــر: أم دقــي
يسمى الابلق الرملي بسبب لونه الذي يشبه الرمل ، ويسمى باللغة الانجليزية
Isabelline Wheatear
وهو زائر شتوي يأتينا عابرا اثناء هجرته السنوية ليستريح ويتزود بالماء والغذاء
وذلك لزيادة وزنه ليتمكن من مواصلة مشوار رحلته نحو الجنوب
لذلك فهو يقضي يومه في ملاحقة الحشرات طوال فترة وجوده ، علما بأن القليل منه يقضي شتاءه معنا
ينتمي إلى عائلة الدج ، والذكر يشبه الانثى إلى حد كبير
يعشش في جنوب روسيا واسيا الوسطى الى شمال باكستان ، ويقضي الشتاء في افريقيا والهند.
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LOL that face! I shouldn't laugh, because Boomer is seriously afraid of EVERYTHING, but there is nothing going on in the house at all but he's literally sitting there listening & waiting for any potential noise that might scare him.
A look I put together for an angelic- themed event at a strip club.
I'll get the hang of *actual* blogging eventually
A few more Mandarin shots I'm afraid but this is their annual gathering to display and pair up and there was some good weather.
4480 Indian Ripple Rd, Dayton, OH. This store opened on November 17, 1977, and is one of two still-operating Kmarts in the Dayton area. The store's closure was formally announced on April 6, 2017. The store will close for good in July.
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As my first 11 photos of this store were nighttime shots, I stopped by and took some not-quite-nighttime shots.
Here's a wide shot of the front of the store. As it turns out, this sunset photo is the perfect way to kick off the "sunset" of the store itself. A Dayton Daily News article from today (4/6/2017) formally announced the closure of this store, something we locals have been afraid of for some time. Today, the other shoe dropped.
Back to the birds I'm afraid folks. Im still finding thousands of ways how not to photograph birds in flight, but at least the success rate has moved up slightly.
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Moyers: Do you ever have the sense of... being helped by hidden hands?
Campbell: All the time. It is miraculous. I even have a superstition that has grown on me as a result of invisible hands coming all the time — namely, that if you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in your field of bliss, and they open doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be.
p. 120 of The Power of Myth
Festival of Color, Thunder Bay
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"Never be afraid to tread the path alone. Know which is your path and follow it wherever it may lead you; do not feel you have to follow in someone else's footsteps."
~ Eileen Caddy
A fight between a "street trader" and this man (the man covering his face with his hand) in the Qiaodong district
A thing that you see in my pictures is that I was not afraid to fall in love with these people.
Annie Leibovitz
Back to school means back to Samantha! Her, my other new photography friend Candice, and I went out yesterday for a shoot. Theyre tearing down the old hospital next to school and while the pictures would be incredible, the fact that it's next to a bunch of school parking lots kind of put a dampener on any possibilities there. So we ran off to the good ole warehouse and got a couple cool shots. I feel bad though because the inside may be inhabited, a fact we found out as we were setting up for what promised to be a really cool picture for Sam. Ah well next time!
Hope everyones well =)
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"To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
"But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire--
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid."
Edgar Lee Masters
American Alligator (Alligator mississippiensis) Taken with a Sigma 50-500mm mounted on a tripod. I should have gotten down a little more for this guy to get that eye level shot but he keep running at me. He is small so I wasn't afraid he was going to seriously hurt me but I just did not feel like getting bit on the face or hands or worse my camera.
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