News Anchor: Well, it's been a very tense and serious past two months for fans the hottest band in the world, after a serious motorcycle accident left one of the band's members in a coma for two weeks and in critical condition for more than a month...but today it seems the fears and apprehension concerning the future of their heroes has been alleviated for fans of FIFTY SHADES OF PINK as the man they were most concerned about, lead singer Pinkus Pinkston the Third, released just two days ago from a Los Angeles Hospital held a press conference in Tokyo and it was just filled with good news for those same fans.....and our correspondent Brandon Kobayashi was there, so we are gonna take you now live to Tokyo and hear all the details folks...Brandon?!!!

Brandon: Yes Steve Hello hi, can you hear me?

Steve: Yes Brandon Loud and Clear.

Brandon: Well Steve what an exciting and uplifting surprise, with surprises within the surprise it was for the fans who call themselves ONE PINK NATION.

Now you set the stage for today perfectly as far as today's happening, but before I give all of you watching at home these details, I wanna take it back Steve, let's take it back...

25 Months Steve..twenty-five months. Twenty-Five months ago if I had asked almost any person on this planet what they thought of FIFTY SHADES OF PINK..no one and I mean almost no one at all would have had the slightest clue what I was talking about and that is almost unimaginable just two years later. Yes twenty-five months ago, no one ever heard of the band and then twenty-four months ago the band released their debut album PARK THE PINK. The first week or so, there were critics bashing the band without even hearing their music, calling them a joke that would soon evaporate, much of that due to the fact that the band's album and tour were being funded by the massive wealth of who? Yes our man, Pinkus Pinkston the Third, who is sole heir to PINKSTON PINK CHIP STAMP FORTUNE.

Well the common person was not paying attention to the haters Steve, because they were tapping their feet, stomping them, dancing and singing along as the band themselves hit the road on an incredibly grueling touring schedule that would soon give them reputations as legendary Road Warriors in their own right and very quickly FIFTY SHADES OF PINK were being played on every radio station in the world and blaring from the windows, vehicles and headsets of millions around the world.

Then six months later in the midst of that never ending tour incredibly the band released their second and perhaps most controversial album SEEING PINK SPIDERS.....on which the band strayed far onto the proverbial outer limits of their already incredibly unique and patented formula of influences, and once again some naysayers were loudly marking this the end of a flash in the pan, but the band and their hardcore fans were not listening to them as the tour continued round the world non-stop, the arenas sold out and the music continued to be played everywhere, all the time, the ONE PINK NATION growing and growing for another half a year and what came next?

Just six months ago Steve, only eighteen months after the release of their debut, The SHADES released their third album, the incredible SINK THE PINK!!! The album that in just these past short six months has become the top selling album in the history of music!!!

STEVE: Brandon, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't one critic say it was the end all be all?

Brandon: Yes, yes you are correct Steve, that would be famous Rolling Stone writer and critic NACHO BIZNEZZ who declared SINK THE PINK the album and FIFTY SHADES OF PINK the band , the ultimate and final evolution of recorded popular music.

No one could have predicted such a horrible twist would occur in the excitement of this success! The dark chapter in this real life legend...two months ago, after finishing a performance in Las Vegas, with a show scheduled the next night in Dallas, Pinkus made the fateful decision to jump on a motorcycle and rush home to Los Angeles in the interest of spending just a couple hours with his beloved hairless Siamese cat TUSCADERO and that's when the horror happened, Pinkus was struck head on by a Tractor trailer , both the truck and Pinkus' bike estimated to be moving at speeds in excess of ninety miles an hour!

Pinkus was airlifted barely clinging to life, he in fact flatlined twice while in transit to a Los Angles hospital and that's when the Doctors on the helicopter made the very serious and difficult decision to induce a coma in hopes of saving his life;

The world was kept in a state of desperation, sadness, shock, weirdness and outrage over the week that followed as more details related to and surrounding the accident became public.

It was learned that the truck driver was also seriously injured , his rig had flipped over off the road after the collision, initially all that was known was he was bleeding profusely and in danger of dying as well. Those first couple of days no one knew the details of his injuries and then a Los Angeles reporter who was at the scene of the accident, against the orders of Police published a story sharing all the unknown facts with the world.

The reporter had witnessed police officers and emergency workers removing the remains of a third person, a woman, from the wreckage of the truck. OH, if there are any small children in our home audience, parents you might wanna um, you know, have them leave the room or distract them...this is very graphic and very adult...

It was revealed in the newspaper story that the woman was indeed a prostitute that the driver had picked up in Los Angeles and that at the time of the collision she was providing oral "services" to the driver, this it was assumed was the reason he had swerved out of his own lane colliding with the motorcycle...his injuries...the severe bleeding was in fact the result of his member being severed from his body by the teeth of the woman. By the time he was able to communicate this to the attending physicians and police officers on the scene, well..Steve..by the time they recovered his um...appendage? Well by that time it was too late, the tissue was dead.....um how do I say it..?

STEVE: His DICK WAS UNSALVAGABLE.

(gasps followed by chuckles heard in the background of the newsroom}

Brandon: STEVE!!!

Steve: What? What the heck, in this? Why beat around the bush? What're they gonna do fire me?

Brandon: Well a bad situation only grew worse after that as most of you know.

Three days after the story with these facts broke, hundreds of SHADES fans swarmed the small Nevada hospital where the truck driver was being treated. They were there for revenge, they were there for blood and of course sadly they got it. The mob overwhelmed Sheriff's Deputies assigned to the watch, injuring several of them and then the mob dragged the truck driver from his bed into the parking lot and stomped him to death.

Since then twenty seven people have been arrested and charged in this lynching, this murder, with the trial slated to begin late next summer.

The horror didn't end with that by a long shot though did it Steve? We, well us... I'm sorry I'm getting a bit choked up Steve..

STEVE: That's okay my friend, take your time , sip some water.....it's okay buddy..

BRANDON: Yes..(sips water)..um yes well of course the Shades band members, Pinkus' family and friends......his tens of millions of fans.. me ..well we were all gently led to a place, told that there was little or no hope that Pinkus would live.

And then what must be considered the worst of all in this..it started, a couple the first day, seven the next......the suicides...those, mostly young people who chose o take their own lives rather than live in a world without Pinkus...in one instance an entire family......the Father, the Mother and three children all took their own lives together. Police finding the bodies two days after they expired, with SINK THE PINK on repeat play still blaring from their stereo. In total fourteen hundred and sixty-three suicides in eleven days world-wide that were determined irrefutably as reactions to the situation with the apparent impending death of the beloved Rock Star, a darkness never seen before and I pray we never live to see repeat in our life time.

To make matters even more disheartening rumors ran amok, rumors that The SHADES would be PINK SLIPPING PINKUS, replacing their leader and continuing on with the band without him.

Thankfully that brings us to a better place in the story.

Nothing short of miraculously, eleven days ago......Pinkus woke up, got out of his hospital bed and walked down the hallway to ask where everyone was.

Two days ago he was released from that hospital and today Steve, he is in Tokyo with some answers and some big surprises.

STEVE: Brandon, hold on one minute, because this is the perfect time for us to take a short break with a word from our sponsors and then we'll come back to you with all the details from today.

Stay with us viewers, you won't wanna miss this.

******This Tokyo Report sponsored in part tonight by Pinkus' hand selected team of award winning stylists....

Halo, Choker and Glasses by CURELESS, Hair by DURA, Jacket by GABRIEL, Headress by CONTRAPTION, Horns by TENTACIO, Tattoo by NEFEKALUM, skin by HUMAN GLITCH, Ears by CERBERUS XING, Collar and Boots by ASTEROID BOX, Glove by HARO, Mask by BAMSE, Leggings by VISION(what? did I stutter, that's right he's wearing women's leggings just like his dear old Daddy used to), Guitar by VERSOV, Head by LELUTKA, Body by SIGNATURE, demented Brain and Twisted Back Story and Plot by this guy right here.

Olney State Forest, The Watagans, New South Wales, Australia

Vulnerable

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- Edgar Allen Poe.

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I took this picture just before the tribute in light ceremony at the WTC memorial on the 11th year anniversary of 9/11.there were a bunch of NY's finest photographers at the Brooklyn bridge park in front of the dismantled pier.

As we were all waiting for the lights the sun started to set and lit up the sky beautifully. Fortunately I had my Lee big stopper with me and decided to use it along with the .3 Hard GND and got this amazing result. The only wish i had was to have some more clouds in the sky. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it!!

2 BBY

Raxicorus Prime

Oceanview Trade Port

Ships blaze overhead as I trudge through the crowd of merchants, customers, and Imperial officers that usually fill the streets. I adjust the parcel slung over my shoulder. Dad’s going to be pissed if I don’t get these parts to him in time. My feet pick up their pace and I practically jog to the front of his hut. My dad, Markus Corporus, has run a sort of antique outpost since we moved here about a decade ago. It’s a fun place to work, and I’ve been picking up stuff for him to sell or tinker with since I was old enough to learn how to pilot a speeder. I’m sixteen now, which kind of worries me. The Empire has been cracking down on drafting regulations since their conflict with the Rebellion has increased to all new heights. Luckily, they’re not too worried about getting troops from the Outer Rim territories like Raxicorus, but still. It’s enough to make someone scared.

I look up and smile as I see the dusty, rusted surface of Corporus Curiosities, my dad’s shop. Quickly, I move under the roof of the hut and look around for my dad. Not seeing him, I call out into the empty store front.

“Hey, Pops?”

A crashing sound comes from somewhere in the back, and I see a part of the back wall slide open to reveal my father walking out. His emerald work robes were spattered with oil, and he was wiping grease off his forehead. He looked over at me and smiled.

“Jaxon! Afternoon, son. I was just helping some of the other venders fix up the converters on the market’s generator. It’s been running a little funny for the last couple of days, and we figured out what was wrong just a little while ago. Anyways, what’s that?”

I hand him the bag and he begins to sift the contents.

“Uxam had some extra parts he was willing to spare. I figured we could use them to spruce up the engine on the Fox. Maybe work on doubling its power?”

He chuckles, “You really are the son of an engineer. Sure, we can work on it once I close shop tonight. Maybe play a couple rounds of Sabacc too?”

“Sounds like a plan. Maybe I’ll join in as well?

We both turn around in reaction to the new voice, crisp and somewhat chilling. I felt my face bring on a look of disgust, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t. Not after what he did.

“A-ah, Tarum. I, um, I didn’t think you were scheduled to come home so soon,” Pops stuttered. My older brother, Tarum, was standing there with his usual black outfit signifying his rank of Imperial pilot. He ran his hand through his slicked back ginger hair, and cracked a smirk.

“Well, the Emperor believes that we should get at least an occasional break. Hunting down Rebel cells is rather tiring, after all.”

My father shifted uncomfortably as his eyes scanned the area, and I looked over to the end of the alley our shop was located in to see a woman in grey Imperial clothing flanked by two troopers. They march over to us, the woman walking up to Tarum.

“Is this the man you wanted me to meet, Officer Corporus?” she asked, her voice hinting at slight loathing. I could pick up something about her. She feels like my brother is wasting her time. You can tell by her body language.

“Yes, Admiral Geeris. This is my father, Markus Corporus. Father, this is Admiral Yvette Geeris, my commanding officer.”

“P-pleasure to meet you.”

Pops was practically shaking as he reached his hand out for a handshake. Geeris hesitated before accepting it. The troopers just stood there silently, their blasters resting in their hands. Why did Tarum bring them here?

“I’ve heard much about you, Mr. Corporus. The records on you are outstanding. You were possibly one of the best engineers for the Republic during the Clone Wars. A true war hero, if you ask me. It’s a treat for me to get to see your son rise in my ranks. He’s a gifted pilot, possibly the best in my entire brigade.”

Pops just nods his head awkwardly while Tarum stands there, beaming. What a suck-up. Geeris looks around my father’s shop.

“Battle droid parts...firearms from what I’m assuming were Naboo smugglers by the shape...engine parts…”

Her eyes rest on a white and red suit of trooper armor my father has displayed.

“Shock trooper armor? Looks like an early model. Right at the beginning from the Empire’s formation?”

“Eh, I don’t know where or when it’s from,” Pops shrugged, “Won it in a bet from a podracing tournament on Tatooine a few years back. Figured I could fetch a few credits for it.”

“Yes...well, the reason we’ve arrived is because of a transmission. One of our fleets intercepted a message to the Rebels on this planet. Given this outpost is the most populated area, we figured we’d check here. You haven’t happened to have seen something unusual, Mr. Corporus? It would be in your best interests to tell us. The Emperor himself would be most grateful.”

“Rebels? Here? No, I don’t believe so,” Pops quickly spit out, "I haven't seen anything."

Geeris made a slight attempt at a smile. She nodded, bid my father good day and thanks for his help, and began to walk back towards the ship bay. The two troopers stood there for a moment before following her. Now my brother just stared at us, agitated.

“Well, it was so nice to see you two again. Goodbye, father. Brother.”

He strides off, and my father lets out a sigh of relief. We both begin to set up the new equipment he wants to sell, until a shock of cold goes up my back. I look down at my arms and flip my jacket sleeves back to see rows of goosebumps forming. Pops looks at me.

“I have a bad feeling about something,” I mutter. He nods and rushes over.

“Here. Take these parts with you to the Fox. Gather anything you can from the house you think we’ll need, and get to the docking bay immediately. Don’t look back. If I’m not there, then you start the ship and leave to Dantooine. Understand?”

“Yes,” I say calmly, but my body is shivering. In the distance, we hear the familiar roar of twin ion engines. Pops grimaces and pushes me to the wall, opening the secret door that leads to an underground passageway. Few know about it, but it was used to hide supplies during the Clone Wars. The tunnel is one of a large system, snaking through the entire trading post and living areas. It’s not on any Imperial maps, making it non-existent. As I head down the dark passage, my ears pick up sounds of screams and blaster fire. I feel my eyes start to burn as a tear runs down my face. Pops worked so hard to keep his involvement hidden. It was Tarum who was blinded to the true workings of the Empire. He can’t see their true faces. He betrayed our father, and he betrayed me. I grimace as I think about what he’s done. Now isn’t the time for vengeance, though. I need to get to Dantooine and give Vuldrix the news about what’s happened. I don’t know what I’ll do then, but I’m clear of one thing. This is where it starts. My fight. My quest.

My rebellion.

quick incantation

stuttered utterance

of whispered wind

what will you blow me?

my storm-gates I've lowered

slowly

Exposition Park, Los Angeles, April 2011

The French Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana, USA.

After New Orleans had been founded in 1718 by Jean-Baptiste Le Moyne de Bienville, the city developed around the Vieux Carré ("Old Square"), a central square. The district gained its name after the changes to American immigration after the 1803 Louisiana Purchase. Most of the extant historic buildings were constructed either in the late 18th century, during the city's period of Spanish rule, or were built during the first half of the 19th century, after U.S. annexation and statehood.

The district as a whole has been designated as a USA National Historic Landmark, with numerous contributing buildings that are separately deemed significant. It is a prime tourist destination in the city, as well as attracting local residents.

The French Quarter is one of New Orleans' most historic neighbourhoods. Alongside the history there are also a reimagined French Market, modern boutiques and artisan cocktails mix with beloved antique stores and old restaurants.

Like the Creole aristocrats lining the galleries of the Historic New Orleans Collection, the French Quarter is a timeless portrait – especially come dusk when swallows glide above the fortune tellers on Jackson Square and St. Louis Cathedral’s butter-crème-coloured walls reflect the fiery sunset.

Ghost tours troop past mad Madame LaLaurie’s mansion while neon signs stutter to life on Bourbon Street where syrupy red Hurricanes, slosh in famed ‘go cups’– those plastic tumblers responsible for uncountable roadside parties. Night falls. Horse hooves clop, music throbs and gaslights flicker in a place full of long-told legends and those waiting to be born.

Information Sources:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Quarter

www.neworleans.com/plan/neighborhoods/french-quarter/

Olney State Forest, The Watagans, New South Wales, Australia

Vulnerable

Contact me on jono_dashper@hotmail.com for use of this image.

A new-to-me Argus C2 (the ubiquitous "Brick"). A gift from a neighbor, who just wants it to be appreciated and put to use. Shutter stutters at low low speeds, lens needs some cleaning, but it's not a lost cause. My first Argus somehow.

Herman's Pond, Rancho San Rafael, Reno, Washoe Co, Nevada (May 17th, 2018). 21. Large county park in NW Reno.

Male, in the throes of the comical swollen-neck, tail-up bubbling/stuttering courtship display, beating the water into foam with its big expanded-end bill to the accompaniment of staccato popping noises. The photo shows the display at its height with the water at its bubbliest.

More shots of the bubbling display--

www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/35185735265/in/album-721576818...

www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/39828318910/in/album-721576818...

www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/50941115392/in/photostream/

More Ruddy Duck photos--

www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/albums/72157681855435076

Dorrigo National Park, New South Wales.

This craft is not the venerable T-65B from the the original trilogy, nor is it the T-70 from the new trilogy. This X-Wing is the XJ-3 model featured in the old Star Wars Expanded Universe material of the 80s and 90s. The XJ-3 was built by Incom to supplement the newer, more advanced, but considerably more expensive and complex E-Wing fighters. The advancements made over the T-65 model are newer engines, bolstered shields, and a better armament. The XJ-3's laser cannons could be fired in "Stutter-fire" mode, which allowed it to shoot through the shields of Yuuzhan Vong ships (which also means that it shoots blue pew pews instead of red). Instead of 2 torpedo launchers, the XJ-3 had three.

Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots.

I tried using HDR for this photograph but due to cloud movement, which results in an unsightly stutter effect, I simply masked the lower half onto the upper half to create a proper toned image.

Olney State Forest, The Watagans, New South Wales, Australia

Vulnerable

Contact me on jono_dashper@hotmail.com for use of this image.

18 years ago, I saw James the band for the first time live. They are my favorite band and they have been with me for more than half of my life. This is my record collection and a rendition to them. Thank you for the soundtrack of my life.

Five-0: youtu.be/rOBriyEH-dc

a world of warnings. signs for those, who are already becoming ghosts in the periphery. a brief stutter of breath in a kingdom of stone.

Song Sparrow (Melospiza melodia) at the Richmond Nature Park.

"A rich, russet-and-gray bird with bold streaks down its white chest, the Song Sparrow is one of the most familiar North American sparrows. Don’t let the bewildering variety of regional differences this bird shows across North America deter you: it’s one of the first species you should suspect if you see a streaky sparrow in an open, shrubby, or wet area. If it perches on a low shrub, leans back, and sings a stuttering, clattering song, so much the better.". - www.allaboutbirds.org

IF YOU VIEW THIS ON BLACK I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER :)

THIS IS VERY LONG. BUT IT’S ONE I REALLY SUGGEST YOU READ.

My body swayed as the heat caressed every part of me. Absolute white pierced my vision when I looked into your face. It was so bright that my eyes couldn’t stay open but somehow I still saw you. Light radiated out of your skin so vividly that I couldn’t make out the details. In that moment though, the utter awe that consumed me silenced everything else.

“Come away with me.” Your words…your voice. There are no words that I could use to describe the pure beauty of it. Like water and thunder. There was such a beautiful tenderness yet still, such power, in those four words. I always imagined your voice to echo off of mountains and for birds to flock in fear as they flew in all directions. It was more than that. It was so much more. The stuttering of my heart had the faintest whisper of all those people lifting their voices. All those people crying out your name.

Your hand reached for me. I was frozen still as your fingers touched the boney part of my chest. I gasped. It was like I had walked head first into a hurricane. This wall of pressure swallowed me in such a peaceful way. The workers that beat my heart were swallowed in this tsunami of feeling. All the colours, all the light, all the emotions of the world rolled into one beautiful fusion that rushed through the wires of my veins. I could no longer breath on my own for the air that filled my lungs was much too sweet. Strength prickled down my spine. I tried to open my eyes, I tried to speak but you were just too overwhelming. I never truly appreciated or understood the term ‘beautiful’ until your presence seeped through my worldly flesh and bones. I never honestly understood your love until your arms embraced me and your lips, covered in sweet honey, spoke into my ear. “Open up your heart and let me in.”

Before I could understand any of this you were fading from my grasp. I swear, I swear I saw you smile. Or maybe it was simply the reflection of my own upturned lips. All I know is that when the light left after you and all I had to breathe was the stale air of my bedroom, I was certain that I was loved.

Come away with me, come away with me

It’s never too late, it’s not too late, it’s not too late for you

I have a plan for you. I have a plan for you.

It’s gonna be wild. It’s gonna be great. It’s going to be full of me.

- Jesus Culture, Come away with me/Let me in

Maddie sent me a really interesting flickrmail, simply asking for some guidance as to what to do to strengthen your faith. Where to start. All that jazz. Honestly, it’s all pretty overwhelming and it all seems so crazy. I’m one to doubt everything about my faith because of how logical I am.

So Maddie and any one else who’s interested, my honest truth is that I’m not sure if I would believe in God like I do, or even at all if I didn’t feel him. So many people have this strict christian regime. You read your bible. You go to church. You call yourself a christian. You believe god died and came back to life. Okay cool. But here’s the deal…sure those things are important but what happens if that’s not even the point? What happens if there’s so much more?

Matthew 7:21-23 ““Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’”

I know I’ve used this verse before but it’s always on my heart. It has bothered me for a long time and no, I don’t know the complete meaning but God has given me a revelation. Your “Christian 101” book isn’t going to cut it. The beauty of having faith is having a relationship with God. Do you think someone who loved you enough to give their only son only wants to hear you say “God, You are Lord.” ? He doesn’t need us. He wants us. He wants our love. He wants to love us. Your faith will not grow or be strengthened because sooner or later you will have had read the bible through, said all the prayers your pastor says, proclaimed God is real. You won’t see the millions of messages God can give you with only one verse if you don’t have a relationship with him.

My writing simply tried ( and I mean tried because it’s nearly impossible) to describe the beauty of the holy spirit. The way God absolutely consumes you.

But if you’re looking for tips right now, my advice:

Listen to Jesus Culture. (especially their new album come away) (or any Christian band ha). Listen to the lyrics. Let his beautiful power move through the praise and worship and touch you.

Go to your bible. Read whatever’s there. Get a bible reading plan maybe. You’re not going to be able to necessarily find a verse that fits your situation in life until you get to know the bible really well. But a good place to start is 1 John chapters 1 through 5. It’s almost like a handbook to our faith. It’s pretty awesome and reassuring.

Pray. Pray like never before. Blast music. Get quiet. Do what you want but really try praying. Don’t feel dumb or try to use big words just because your pastors do. Talk to God like you’d talk to anyone. You might not hear him, you might feel weird as if you’re just talking to the wall. Keep praying though. He will touch you. But remember our faith isn’t about feeling God and getting, getting, getting. It’s about giving praise to the most glorious God.

Overall, those steps are simple things you can do. But if you don’t allow yourself to have a relationship with God you risk not feeling him in a way that is so powerful. In a way that my writing just can’t do justice.

The love you’ll feel for and from God is unlike anything ever. I hope this can remind you of that. I hope this can touch you in a way that reminds you how much you just want god.

Quickly, Mirror Master jumps out of the Mirror World into our world. He grabs a large metal bar and gets ready to swing it at the mirror so that Barry cannot leave the Mirror World. Inside the Mirror World, Barry jumps from mirror to mirror quickly to get to the portal before Mirror Master can break the mirror.

“Run, Barry, run!” Iris yells out

Barry gets to the last mirror and launches himself into the air.

Mirror Master begins to swing the metal bar.

The bar crashes into the mirror, but not until the Flash gets his head out of the mirror. Barry jumps into our world as the mirror shatters into a thousand pieces. A large shard lodges itself into Barry’s neck and thus causes him to drop to the ground quickly.

“Barry!” Iris yells as she runs to Barry’s side. She grabs him and lifts his back up into the air. “Barry, it’ll be alright! Wally! Hurry!”

As Wally approaches, Mirror Master aims his gun at another mirror and quickly shoots it so that he can leave quickly. He brings the pipe with him so that he can break the mirror behind him. He successfully does this before Wally can arrive next to Barry and Iris.

“Barry! What happened, Iris?”

“He got hit by the mirror.”

“I’ve got to get him to the hospital!”

”D-d-don’t… Iris... I…”

“Barry! Don’t leave me. Barry, you can’t do this.”

”Iris, I-I can’t feel my legs…”

“Don’t worry, Barry, I’ll get you help.”

”Don’t b-bother…”

“What?”

”It’ll be too… t-too late.”

“No, Barry, don’t leave me!”

”I can feel it… My heart is slowing… By the time I get there, I’ll be gone…”

”Stop that, Barry! Let me take you to the hospital!”

“Barry, I love you. I don’t want you to go.”

”Let me take you to Bruce, he has to have some kind of device that will help you.”

”No, he can’t help. No one can.”

“Barry, I love you.”

”I love you too, Iris… I always have…”

”Barry! Let me take you.”

“We were supposed to grow old together.”

”I’m so sorry.”

“No I am… It’s my fault…”

”No it’s not. I-I… should’ve st-stopped him when I-I had the chance… (COUGH)(COUGH)”

“Barry, don’t do this.”

”I love you, Iris.”

”Barry…”

”Take over here, Wally. I trust you.”

Barry Allen’s heart beat begins to stutter. Wally tries to check it, but he cannot feel it any longer. Wally jumps to his feet and grabs a metal chair. He throws it into a wall. The chair flies through the wall and into the next room. Iris begins crying uncontrollably as Barry’s eyes close.

“I love you, Barry.” Iris says as Wally takes Barry into his arms and begins to run him to the nearest hospital. He barges into the building and sets him onto a gurney. He yells for help and a nurse runs to his side.

“What happened?”

”He has a glass shard lodged in his neck. You need to help him.”

“He has no pulse.”

”Can’t you help him?”

“I can try. I need a doctor over here!” A doctor runs over to the gurney that Barry is laying on. The nurse rolls him into an operating room and closes the door behind her. Wally slumps down onto a nearby bench and waits for results.

Moments later the nurse slowly comes out of the room and sits next to Wally.

“We… We got the glass shard out of his spine, but unfortunately…” Wally doesn’t let her finish. He wraps his arms around her and begins crying on her shoulder. The shocked nurse wraps her arms around Wally to comfort him. The two sit there in silence as the nurse comforts Wally. “It’ll be okay…”

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So, yeah... Almost (if not more than) two years have gone by since I began writing Flash stories for the DCSG. When I first started I was promised to write Wally, as well he's my favorite, but we had to somehow kill off Barry to make way for Wally. This led to one of the main things that was supposed to happen in the group wide event "DOOM." If you remember about a year ago, me and Chris, SupremeDalekDunn, had began kicking off this event with the small Batman&Flash and Superman&Flash stories entitled "Countdown to Doom" and well... the countdown seemingly never stopped.

So here we are today, I asked Chris just a few weeks ago if it would be alright if I went ahead and did this myself, and he surprisingly (at least to me) said yes. So, I got to writing and building to make this volume one of the best things I've written, and while I'm not 100% sure if I accomplished this, I really had fun writing this and cannot wait to write Wally in the near future.

Oh, one more thing, there are still a couple issues left in this volume, so stay tuned for those. :D

...You'll always be my porcelain

I crossed my heart, but I stuttered too

So truth or dare, was I good to you?

Haven't had enough of you all to myself

Still right beside you in sickness and health

For ever after you will be my home

And there's no place like home

Dearly Departed -Marianas Trench

Another photo from another little adventure with my mother. :P

So... About that new Marianas Trench album, I've got to admit, I really do like it. Particularly this song. Honestly, I haven't really listened to them in a few years, so when Astoria came out, it kind of felt like greeting old friends to me? I don't know, it's just a bit of an unusual feeling since they were a very big part of my life a couple years ago. ^^;

I mean Acadia was even named after one of their songs. I'm such a gross nerd, ha ha.

Hope you all are having a good week!

Lazy attempt at stop motion.

Sorry about the stuttering... I need to invest in an intervalometer... or just a plain old stop watch.

Keep an eye on the lower left branch - there's a recurring visitor.

PLAY YOUR PLAYLIST*

1.List nhạc gồm ít nhất 30 bài.

2. Đặt máy nghe nhạc/chương trình nghe nhạc của bạn ở chế độ Ngẫu nhiên (shuffle/random).

3. Với mỗi câu hỏi, ấn next song để biết câu trả lời.

4. Bắt buộc phải viết tên bài hát dù nó ngu si như thế nào đi nữa so với câu hỏi.

5. Tag thêm 10 nạn nhân.

...

1.Nếu ai đó nhận xét rằng "Bạn rất ổn!" bạn sẽ nói

- Soom – B2ST =))) * breath in breath out *

2. Bạn sẽ tự giới thiệu như thế nào về bản thân?

- Say no – B2ST =)))

3. Bạn thích điều gì ở 1 chàng trai/cô gái?

- Wanna B – Block B

4. Hôm nay bạn cảm thấy như thế nào?

- Fucking Perfect – P!nk * AAAAA *

5. Mục đích sống của bạn?

- Imagine – CNBlue =))) * đúng ghê *

6. Phương châm của bạn?

- One last cry T_T : N-Train

7. Bạn bè nghĩ gì về bạn?

- Danger – F(x)

8. Bố mẹ bạn nghĩ gì về bạn?

- Perfection – Super Junior M * A điuuuu * =))

9. Dạo này bạn hay nghĩ đến chuyện gì?

- Lonely – 2NE1

10. Câu chuyện cuộc đời bạn ?

- One fine Spring Day – RyeoWook =(((

11. Khi lớn lên bạn muốn làm gì?

-Ice Cream – JOO ft Teuk =))) * loool *

12. Bạn nghĩ gì khi nhìn thấy người bạn thích ?

- Don’t Move – Block B =)))

13. Bạn sẽ hát bài gì trong đám cưới?

- Sunshine – Kan MiYoun feat JunSu

14. Trong đám ma của bạn, người ta sẽ hát bài gì?

- Clap your hands – 2NE1 * Lol =)) Tui đã làm nên tội tình j` =(( *

15. Sở thích của bạn?

- Hoot – SNSD

16. Bí mật lớn nhất của bạn?

- Fly – K.R.Y [ Lol tui biết bay =)) ]

17. Nỗi sợ lớn nhất của bạn?

- Lucifer – SHINee =)) [ Yup ! ]

18. Điều bạn muốn ngay lúc này?

- Little Dimple ♥

19. Bạn nghĩ gì về những người bạn của mình?

- Angel – Super Junior =)) [ Never =)) I’m an Angel . You’re EVIL =)) ]

20. Nếu bạn nuôi một con chó , tên nó sẽ là?

- You You – Untouchable =))

21. Bộ phim yêu thích?

- Black and White – G.Na =)) * ý nói tui thích chó đốm =)) *

22. Hành động điên nhất vừa làm?

- Calling You – B2ST

23. Nhạc công sẽ chơi bài gì trong tang lễ của bạn?

- Stuttering – Fefe Dobson [ ?? ]

24. Điều gì khiến bạn cười?

- When the doors close – DongWoon feat DooJoon

25. Điều gì khiến bạn khóc?

- Without you – 2PM

26. Bạn đã kết hôn chưa?

- Virus – B2ST =))

27. Điều gì làm bạn sợ nhất?

- Just a dream T_T

28. Có ai thích bạn không?

- No other – Super Junior =))) [ What the … ? =)) ]

29. Nếu được quay ngược thời gian, bạn sẽ thay đổi điều gì?

- Replay – SHINee

30. Ngay lúc này điều gì làm bạn tổn thương?

- Like this or that – 5Dolls

(*) Ai bị tag vô thì tự động trã đêeeee =))

- Pon

- Khỉ

- Kà

- Sue =)))

- Annie

- Min

- Yun

- Myn em =))

-Pông

Sáng chưa nghĩ ra h` bo64 sung cha chẵn 10 nhé =))

Mixophyes balbus. Dorrigo National Park, NSW.

This video was shot hand held with an iPhone SE II, while also shooting with my DSLR using a remote stutter release, you can hear the camera motor drive in the soundtrack. You could say that I had my hands full.

I am color...blind

Coffee black and egg white

Pull me out from inside

I am ready

I am ready

I am ready

I am

taffy stuck, tongue tied

Stuttered shook and uptight

Pull me out from inside

I am ready

I am ready

I am ready

I am...fine

I am covered in skin

No one gets to come in

Pull me out from inside

I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding

I am

colorblind

Coffee black and egg white

Pull me out from inside

I am ready

I am ready

I am ready

I am...fine

I am.... fine

I am fine !!

(+2)

All rights reserved. Copyright by V.Bures. Pictures taken by V.Bures. For any questions please contact me.

Ok, late morning with the sun getting a little strong. Still a fun image.

Cole looked at the woman, clearly impressed, awaiting her payment. She leaned forward to Archer making sure to put everything out there, her voice sultry with age and experience. "Don't you think I could pay you, some... other way." Her red lips curled up and seemed to get plumper. Archer stuttered in shock, "I.. uhm... as tempting..." they cleared their throat. "As temping as that is ma'am," they said in all seriousness. "We only take Galactic Coins."

ARCHER -

FEATURING

[DS] Strapped Pants 02

[DS] Strapped Shirt 02

[DS] Group Gift - Punked Collar

L'Emporio&PL::*Dragon's Grip*::

Wicca's Originals - Bullseye

OUTFIT/ACCESSORIES

WINGS-ER0714-HAIR

Grexor Boots FATPACK / Legacy

Hiemal Stella Dagger Earring Blood Drop Right

Astara - Daddy's Belt

Chipped Nails - Legacy M

Gloom. - Felicis Collection - Sclera 02 - Fatpack

TATTOOS/ADDONS

AsteroidBox. Shredded Nets - Black w/ Bandages

TF: Machinist (M) :: LelX : Face With Hollow - Light (50%)THIS IS WRONG The Leader tattoo FADED LIGHT RED - BoM EvoX

COLE -

[DS] Strapped Pants 02

[DS] Strapped Shirt 02

[DS] Group Gift - Punked Collar

Evil Baby Moonchild Glasses

Cult Umu Boots

M E M E N T O FVTE Rings

WINGS HAIR-TZ1110 Red

SPACE COUGAR -

OUTFIT -

*barberyumyum*P02(anime)

[MODA] BETTY DRESS: LEOPARD

Foxwood - Space Pup Pack - Gold

[Fetch] Alicia Glasses

THE LOOK -

UNHOLY_Green Alien

Izzie's - LeL Evo X Anger Wrinkles

Izzie's - LeL Evo X Bunny Wrinkles

Izzie's - LeL Evo X Smile Lines

SET UP // BACKGROUND

Confort Travel - Rix Cuchao - The Bearded Guy

Cerberus Black LowLag by VIX MOTORS

Haunted Warehouse - Bio Hazard Bucket Spilled - Breaux Willow

Haunted Warehouse - Bio Hazard Bucket - Breaux Willow

Haunted Warehouse - Bio Haz Spill - Breaux Willow

I like me, yo, you like me?

Cause I like me, do you like me?

See I like me, cause He likes me

God likes me, yo, you don't like me?

Short, big nose, big lip

Kinda stutter but I, but I never trip

Got my daddy's swagger and I walk with a limp

Got a hot wife, no need to be a pimp

Never been cute, never been fly

Since Ive been changed got that twinkle in my eye

Got my grill fixed, now I smile when I speak

Tell me who that is, yo, that's the Jesus Freak

~Kirk Franklin

Julie -004a

3 Oct 14

Alias: Waysider

Real Name: Zane

Gender: Male

Alignment: Villain

Faction: Sons of Silver

Personality: Loud, boisterous and arrogant. He can be quite brutal when he wants to be. However, he is rather loyal to the Sons of Silver gang. Also, when around girls, Zane/Waysider is rather nervous, often stuttering or avoiding eye contact with them.

Powers: Can create a flame based aura, which can enhance his skateboard's speed.

Combat: Is never seen in combat without his baseball bat, or his skateboard. He's constantly traversing using his skateboard, even using it to deflect blows during fights.

Backstory: A skateboarder, who has always had problems with authority figures. At his core, he's just looking for a place to belong, and has struggled finding such a place. People tend to throw him to the wayside, due to his offputting personality. This would cause him to pick fights with others frequently, armed with only his baseball bat and skateboard. His skills would eventually catch the attention of the Sons of Silver. His admiration for the leader of the gang would be almost instantaneous, and his loyalty would often be tested. However, Waysider stayed strong to the Sons of Silver, never giving them up.

"What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you'll stutter and walk away embarrassed, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you'll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could've, but it's too late now.'

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you'll know it.

I don't think you should wait. I think you should speak now."

--Taylor Swift

This really hit me for some some reason. I just felt the need to share it for anyone who doesn't have Speak Now yet.

Alhambra, March 2011

Golden State Memories

I was thinking about the river's flow and how it doesn't know why, but it never stops

And the ocean's tides they rise and they drop, but they never stop

And this world is spinning without end or beginning and it never stops, I hope she never stops

So I love you for nothing, one of natures hidden something and I'll never stop

the photo was taken from Lalmohon , barisal , bangladesh .

its a lonch terminal , but now its empty but every things goes on .

.....or how far can I throw a MacBook Pro! Cause its driven me bloody mad trying to process this panorama,blue wheels, rainbow wheels, stuttering, freezing, the damn lot! How it would cope working wit mages from a Cany 5DArMk4d with mega - megapixel images. Grrr Looks like I need an upgrade. Anyway moan over. This is a Panorama taken at Milvale Street Middleport, Stoke on Trent. All these derelict and deserted buildings face onto the Trent and Mersey canal. The main Kiln in the middle (ish) is a square calcining kiln. To the far right you can see the end of the shell of the building that once was Port Vale Mill, which milled flour.

The Kiln is a listed building, but the Mill is not!

This site is a mere couple of hundred yards from the Prince of Wales Trust sponsored "Middleport Pottery" site home of the recent BBC2 series "The Great Pottery Throw Down".

www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGFFl38STBk

I'm the guy in the sky

Flying high Flashing eyes

No surprise I told lies

I'm the punk in the gutter

I'm the new president

But I grew and I bent

Don't you know? don't it show?

I'm the punk with the stutter.

"Nine"

I recall once on the church steps,

When I moved to kiss your chest,

How we paid such close attention

To each sweet and stuttered breath,

I should’ve stopped to paint our picture,

Captured honest pure affection,

Just to document the difference

between attraction and connection.

I can see all of my friends and

I break into empty buildings,

When the coast was clear,

With backpacks full of beer,

We’d throw our bottles from the rooftops

At this city-it looked endless.

Guess I still don’t see the difference

between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.

And I remember in a basement sharing sweat

With all these stranger boys and girls,

“We’ll change the world!” We sang,

“We’ll change the world!” But,

Nothing seems to change and

They say none of them will listen,

But I still see much more power in that basement

than in heartless politicians.

And if we get beaten by this winter,

If we get strangled by regret, just

Let our love of life and tension

Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and

Have them lay us in a basement,

Smash some bottles on the ground, and

Say we couldn't tell the difference

between the feeling and the sound.

Remember not our faulty pieces,

Remember not our rusted parts,

It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but

The way we hold our hearts,

And the way we hold our heads,

I hope they write your names beside mine

on my gravestone when I’m dead.

And when we’re dead let our voices carry on

To find a better song.

To find a better song and sing along

by

la dispute

www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPppInfmpvo

Mood: Natalie Walker - Colorblind

Taffy stuck and tongue tied

Stutters shook and uptight

Pull me out from inside

I am ready

The dapper Spotted Sandpiper makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America.

After Tara in Gone With The Wind, but with a speech impediment and an odd stutter from the glob of sweet orange packing into my right cheek.

Cara Cara Oranges. The world's most perfect fruit.® (Patent Pending)

I've discovered that I can't change the Safety setting on any of my shots.

Can't change the settings, and thus cannot "fix" my stream for review.

Can't get it reviewed, and thus can't get it un-Restricted.

AHAHHAHAHAHAHA.

Anyway.

Some scenes I look at through my 5D's viewfinder, and what I see is just too much. Too much to be adequately captured with that camera.

So I'll get slightly frustrated (I hate switching cameras, I want one camera I can use for everything, switching cameras means a stutter in the flow of the shoot, means everything stops while I dig around in my camera bag and find the right camera), then I'll huff and puff while bringing out the Mamiya.

The square frame. The ability to capture that subtly bright light both at the top of the shot and on the leaves. All a bit smoother.

Though I wonder if having different camera options limits me. Keeps me from having to force my point of view into whatever camera I'm using. Getting it to work, rather than finding the Best tool for the job...

To all my Flickr friends, a very Merry Christmas to each of you. May you all have a safe and joyous holiday!

©D.Tranovich - All Rights Reserved

Just a few seconds ago, Hank was slowly dying, until he heard something that knocked him out. Everything was black, hollow, like a cave. There the paneling looked metallic, yet, felt like cement. And then he heard something.

-/Hello Hank/- he heard the same voice from before.

“Who’s there?!?” he yelled out.

-/We are./- A hologram of what appeared to be a skull appeared before him.

“Wha-What the hell are you?” He asks, frozen in fear of what’s in front of him.

-/Consider us an ally for your cause. Although, we wish we could’ve met through…… different circumstances. However it is how you humans say “Better late than never.”/- the voice responded

“Who are you?” he asked nervously.

-/Someone who is a fan of your work. Someone who saved you from your previous condition./-

“C-Condition?”

-/Observe/- it said as multiple screens were appearing around him, showing the news reports him being missing, Lex being arrested, breaking out, and being defeated by Superman.

“H-How long have I been gone?”

-/Long enough to lose your goal to that kryptonian. He took away the one thing that kept you alive…. Vengeance. You humans normally have that desire to fuel you. But he took it away./- He doesn’t respond, just looking to the nonexistent ground beneath him. Tears running down his cheeks.

-/Thankfully, We can help you get that vengeance from that kryptonian./- It interjects. He looks up and stands before asking.

“I must ask, why do you refer to yourself as we?” Suddenly, he hears a humming before turning around to see a red glow coming from behind him. Then he sees two more, they get closer to reveal themselves as robots that had an uncanny valley of looking human, yet non-human.

-/How about it Hank?/- a light appears, shining on what seems to be the remains of his body, surrounded by a liquid metal of sorts.

“Wha-what is it?” He stuttered out.

-/What we could save, but now, we can help you acheive your goal, to kill superman./-

-/Will you claim your vengeance? Will you become our avatar and claim your second life?/- He stares at it before responding.

“Y-Yes, but never call me Hank again. Hank died years ago, now Cyborg Superman lives.” The liquid metal then forms the superman symbol on his chest.

Our brilliant northern skies. Yellowknife, NT. 2011.

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