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Peacock Buckle Skirt by Sweet E's Designs
February Gift 15-5 pose by Exposeur Props and Poses
Full credits are at Blue's Fantasy!
My son got this costume for my little grand-doggie. He was not thrilled with it, but my son carried (it was a bit warm to walk in this) down to Park Avenue and when he sat him down, people started giving the little bear dog treats, so THEN HE LOVED the outfit. When they went to go back the next day, the dog sat on the outfit wanting it on again. Smart dog
As we left Fagaras Fortress, we caught up with this groom and bride party. Their pictures were taken inside the castle and they were probably on their way to the reception.
"Built in 1310 on the site of a former 12th century wooden fortress (burned by the Tartars in 1241), Fagaras was enlarged between the 15th and 17th centuries and was considered one of the strongest fortifications in Transylvania. The fortress was surrounded by a deep moat which, in times of war or social unrest, could easily be filled with water from a nearby mountain brook. A bridge over the moat provided the only access point. The fortress boasts three floors and five towers." (www.romaniatourism.com/castles-fortresses.html#fagaras)
During the 1950s it was a prison for opponents and dissidents. After the fall of the Communist State in 1989, the castle has been restored and is currently used as a museum, the Fagaras County Museum, displaying Roman artifacts, a collection of medieval weapons and traditional folk crafts. The museum also hosts a beautiful collection of icons painted on glass.
Modèle : Léa
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Almost forgot you may have noticed the current TransLiving magazine next to me so thought I'd give it a plug as I've lots of stuff inside. In fact I've had lots of stuff inside the last 10 issues now which are all still available for all those who aren't yet sick of me
magazine halloween
NEW: Mixmaster Challenge #11 -
➤ Your image must depict a fictitious Halloween magazine cover. (The magazine's subject/title can be anything, but it must be the Halloween issue.)
➤ Your image must include at least one text element (preferably more) and ...
➤ at least one character, being or critter, and ...
➤ at least one high-contrast element such as a custom emoji, silhouette or clip-art (besides text elements) but ...
➤ NO RED (blood red - BAD, pumpkin orange - GOOD, unambiguous pink - GOOD).
The Namibian authorities have made several arrests and issued public statements that revealing clothing on women are rape provoking and not culturally of an African decent. (say what???..)
Women to be arrested in Namibia for wearing mini-skirts..
Most Namibian's, naturally, are outraged and have already staged a protest and it has gone viral on facebook.
As Alan pointed out, Namibia is already considered to be amongst the top 10 most miserable countries in the world and now they want to control women's dress.....
Well, it has been a fun week. :)
I photographed Lynn agains a black and white backdrop and we dressed her accordingly. The alignment is not 100%, but i was pretty pleased with the funky graphic look.
Model: Lynn Strydom..
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JUNE 24, 2022 - Today's Supreme Court decision is illegitimate. No such decision can be legitimate when it tramples on the civil rights of human beings, in this case approximately half of our national population.
Image is from the January 18, 2020 Women's March in Washington DC, USA.
"Ahoy thar, matey! What be a scurvy dog such as yourself doing down here in these parts of town? Arrgggghhhh!"
A: "Are you...what is wrong with you?"
He always looks so done when I talk like a pirate. I love it.
"I just be trying to get a good idea of what brings ye all the way down here, lad!"
A: "I just like to watch people freak out when I hit their cars. There's not really anything special about this place."
I sarcastically gasp, as if he's just said something horribly offensive.
"Well, that's not a very nice thing to say, now is it?"
A: "I'm not a very nice person, now am I?"
I whisper, still loud enough for him to hear me.
"Your mom."
A: "I...excuse me? Did you just say 'your mom'?!"
"I don't know...did I?"
A: "Nobody talks about my momma! I'm gonna pound you, kid!"
"You're like a year older than m-oh crap!"
Before I know it, Aqua thrusts his arms, creating his water whips, and crushes me in between the two of them, releasing the compression after the hit and soaking me.
Scott, you better hurry!
He creates another two, and tries to whip me again, but I'm able to dodge them. Until Scott gets here, I'm left doing everything I can to avoid getting injured.
As I'm narrating all of this to myself in my head, I see Scott approaching from the sky, in-costume, but without his iconic scythe, seeing as he won't need it.
A: "Oh, great, another one?"
WL: "That's right!"
Scott, uses his telekinesis to take control of Aqua's right arm, and makes him repeatedly punch himself in the face.
WL: "Why are you hitting yourself, why are you hitting yourself?"
A: "Se-Agh-rious-Ow-ly, dude?!"
Aqua still has the whip in his other hand, and tries to swing it at Wavelength, but Wavelength takes control of that arm, too. The whip decompresses and falls to the ground with a splash, becoming nothing but a puddle of water.
He, then, forces Aqua to have both of his arms spread apart, then lifts him just enough to have his feet off the ground, leaving him unable to go anywhere. At this point, people have started to gather and watch the fight. Time for the showstopper...
"Scott, you ready for the surprise?"
WL: "Ready as I'll ever be..."
I rip off my soggy tanktop to reveal shells over my nipples.
"I may be drenched, but my nips stayed dry!"
A: "You've got problems, man!"
WL: "BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You actually did it?!"
"You're darn right, I did it! Now watch this!"
I concentrate my fire energy into both of my nipples, charging up laser beams that burst through the shells, breaking them to pieces, and launching Aqua down the empty street as Wavelength releases his arms. He rolls across the ground, scraping and sliding until his momentum slows to a stop. He starts to get up, but Wavelength lifts him up, then slams him into the road.
"BOOM! That's how it's done!"
I start doing the running man in place.
We look around at the crowd, who is in complete silence. The only noises being made are from the birds chirping in the air. Suddenly, everybody bursts into cheering and applause.
Crowd: "WE LOVE YOU, MATCHSTICK!!!! MARRY ME, WAVELENGTH! YAY, WAVELENGTH! I WANT A PAIR OF NIPPLE SHELLS!!!"
I look at Wavelength.
"I knew they'd love it."
WL: "No, you didn't!"
"No, haha, I really didn't! Hey can you freeze frame me?"
WL: "You're such an idiot, sometimes."
"But a lovable idiot!"
I give him a cheesy smile.
WL: "Just jump, already!"
"Alright, alright. WOOHOO!"
I jump in the air, arms raised, a big smile on my face, and Wavelength holds my whole body in the air, glowing green and completely still.
...
...
WL: "How long do I have to hold you here?"
"Until the screen fades to black!"
WL: "You're not in a sitcom!"
I reply with a high-pitched womanly voice.
"I can dream, Harold!"
-At Fant's apartment, two weeks after the Neon incident-
Alright, so I'm in the Top 5. This is where it gets tough. You can't just stick to beating up small-time thugs and low-level threats and still expect to get past 5th. I need to step my game up even more. The question is how?
"I need an expert's opinion. Maybe I could ask Captain Beam! I mean, he is at number 2 on the Hero Board...aaand I'm talking to myself again."
After a couple minutes of searching the internet, I find Beam's phone number and call him to ask for some tips.
"Hey, Beam, this is Matchstick. I was wondering if you have any tips on how to rank up past 5 on the leaderboard?"
B: "Sure, you just gotta...take out those bad guys! And, um, save...people!"
"Wow...that was so helpful, but I was kind of hoping for something a little more specific?"
B: "Well, uh, you know. Hero things! Alright, I gotta go. Baddies to beat, people to save. Hero stuff. Good luck, kid."
"You basically just repeated everything you already said, but alright. Thanks, I guess."
A couple moments of awkward silence pass before he hangs up.
"Well, that was weird."
I go out around town to try to find some hero work to do. I'm wandering around one of the poorer neighborhood apartment complexes, when I start to hear screaming and see the smoke in the air. I run about a block down the street and see one of the two-story buildings on fire.
There's a grown lady at the upstairs window crying and wailing desperately for someone to help her. I blast off the ground and propel myself up and over to the building. The woman sees me approaching and backs away from the window and into the room, so I can enter.
Just as I'm about to be at the window, I get blasted in the back. I fall to the ground, the impact causing the back of my head snap onto the concrete a little bit.
Dazed, and vision blurry, I see a purple costumed figure run into the building, and only moments later, come back out with the woman in his arms.
?: "Are you okay, ma'am?"
Woman: "I am now. Thank you so much, Captain Beam."
CAPTAIN BEAM?! As I start regaining my vision, he's putting her down, then looks over his shoulder, and makes direct eye contact with me, then gives a smug look and walks away.
"What a poser!"
Woman: "How dare you talk about a top-ranking hero like that! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"I was about to save you, and he blasted me in the back!"
Woman: "Now, why would such a nice man do something like that?"
I was just wondering the same thing...
MKSG The X-Men: Survival - Issue #5
Boston, Massachusetts - 3 Days Ago
“Sean! Grab your sh*t, we’re leaving! 1 minute!” Tom shouts as he storms through the door of the Cassidy house, leaving his car half-parked and still running on the driveway.
Sitting up quickly from the couch, “What do you mean?!” Sean Cassidy questions woefully.
“I mean that they’ve found us, and that means we have to leave, now!” Tom snaps at his younger brother as he rushes upstairs.
Understanding exactly what this means, Sean reacts quickly. His homework will have to wait. He’s going on the run. It was only a matter of time until someone found out that he and his brother were mutants, and the time seemed to have come. He raced upstairs, slid into his room and yanked the backpack from under his bed that he’d had packed for the last 12 months. He runs back downstairs and out the door.
“Where are we headed?” the 14 year old asks his older brother, quizzically.
X-Mansion Lawn - Today
“Help me!!” yells Sean, desperate and afraid. Once they’d got his brother Tom, he started towards the only place he could think of: Xavier’s School for Gifted Mutants. His mother’s friend, who he always called Aunt Moira, had told him if he was ever in any trouble, to come here, and the people here would help him.
“Help! Please!!” he yelps. Hot on his heel - a military-style truck following him up the lawn, filled with ‘Purifiers’. Mutant-hunters for hire. Ruthless and terrifying, with their thoughts poisoned by bigoted TV personalities such as William Stryker, spreading mutant-hatred and fear.
Sean realises there is no way that he can outrun the truck before he gets to the grand mansion itself. Putting on a brave face, he does the only thing he can do: try to stand his ground.
He stops running and tries to turn around and face his oppressors, but his knees are weak and give way. He still has one trick up his sleeve though…
The truck pulls up, about 20 feet away. He’s feeling faint and almost breathless, but he doesn’t hesitate to defend himself.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEE!”
He screams with his sonic abilities! The forceful blast flips the truck sideways several times and the Purifiers inside shout in dismay as they are tosses around violently. The truck lands back on it’s 6 wheels and several of the soldiers pile out, a couple throwing up.
Then, behind him, he hears an unfamiliar sound
BAMF!
He looks behind him in desperation to see 4 colourful figures, all with an X logo on their belt.
‘It’s the X-Men!’
The Purifier soldiers from the truck scramble and flee in all different directions from the X-Men. Storm flies up above the lawn and hovers on the winds she can control. Her eyes turn white and the skies quickly turn from blue to a dark, cloudy grey. With great might, she summons down a powerful lightning bolt. It strikes the overturned truck and then, KABBOOM! It explodes into a million pieces.
One of the doors from the truck hurtles towards him, flaming and fast. Sean covers his head with his hands as he feels the intense warmth from Cyclops’ optic beam over him, hearing the PZZZRKKTT! of it as it slices the door in half, so the pieces land either side of the team.
Sean reveals himself from under his arms to see Iceman covering the flaming wreck with snow and ice. Storm stands over him, and offers Sean a hand up. He goes to accept and pull himself up, but he’s so exhausted. Sean gently collapses onto the green grass of Xavier’s Mansion, home to the X-Men.
Underdogs Issue 6 is now online!
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A print version is available here:
www.peecho.com/print/en/154008
All thanks to Isa Gelb !!!
1. What are you grateful for today?
Had a great chat with Richard and Irina this morning and I'd probably go to the career advisor at Bangor. Barry treated me and Brenda for drinks and dinner and we had so much fun tonight!
2. What emotional message did you have today?
Laughter and joy.
3. What have you done today that move you forward to achieving your dream or goals?
Talked to everyone about my traveling.
4. What have you learned today? How can you do it slightly better next time?
English culture and connecting with friends.
5. What have you done to leverage your ability today?
Sharing with everyone about my thoughts and ideas.
6. Have you veered off or stayed back at your centre? Have you contracted or expanded?
Remained.
7. What is that one issue that you notice today?
What is it that I really want to do, find out that rush in me that pushes me to do it and then do it.
8. What's the one thing I want to focus more/ 1 thing I want to eliminate?
Find out that rush and that mission. Forget about the worries.
Photography: Joanna O'Hanlon, contact Joanna on Tel 07852 934 179 Jo.ohanlon@yahoo.co.uk . Make up Celine Nonon @ Terri Manduca, www.terrimanduca.co.uk . Hair: Shinya Fukami using Paul Mitchell, contact Shinya on Tel 07960 776 448 . Model Jodie Giles @ Models1, www.models1.co.uk .
i can think of one thing.....
the very first rose i got.
if i show it to you now, can you recognize it?
or will you say, "what's that?"
First time I’ve had any issue with either Nikon camera...all shots taken yesterday, including this, have a strong blue cast which when opened shows “colour temperature” away to the left at 2200 and “tint” at -3. I can change from “As Shot” to another setting to get something close to normal but highlights are still wildly overexposed meaning no detail at all in white areas. This is as good as I can get from a dozen images tried...my solution, get my D7000 and set the D610 as its older sibling is set and hope for the best.
Georgios Alexios is a general cargo ship built in the Netherlands in 2000 and on its way to Tilbury, which it is minutes away from...in real time still within Tilbury Docks and about to sail for Vlissingen, Netherlands.
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