#darkroom app

[woodbees]

Buick -- Day by aaaaaadrian Via Flickr: Still Kinda cute the next day

[jaidonschool]

Yudei 余地 Hong Kong

Meditation with water ❤️

This third picture is titled "The Meaning of Life"

[sprigara]

Week 47

Maybe: Agrocybe sororia

Over 100 autumn pictures in the chamber... I just have to remember to post things 😂

[theblacklewinsky]

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

Obsessed! Terry Richmond A.U x Black! Female Oc!

dead dove do not eat! this snippet contains mentions of stalking, nonconsensual photo taking, physical assault, harm, threats of death. consume on your own accord.

passin' by the house, like, "come outside before it get violent!"

lights off, mask on, silent.

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Vēnor: (v.) to strive for, or pursue any objective, whether concrete or abstract in nature.

Stalking: (v.) when two people take a long romantic walk together, but only one of them knows about it.

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"𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄."

in which a recently divorced woman meets a charming man on a dating app, yet, he is not what he seems.

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The amber colored light flickered on, Truth's eyes darting around every corner of the room. Photos of her, her ex-husband, her closest friends, clipped to a line of wiring that stretched across the small square footage of the darkroom.

Pictures hung from the walls, all seemingly photos of her or people she was closely tied to. Tears blurred her vision her eyes darting around the room, anxiety creeping up her neck. She lowly inched inside the room, the heavy metal door slamming behind her making her flinch.

A soft gasp fell from her lips once she sat eyes on a certain photo in particular, a photo of Truth and her daughter, hand in hand, unbeknownst to the man in the shadows taking pictures of them.

She snatched the photo from the paperclip, yanking it off the line. Rage bubbled within her as she tore her eyes from the photo, letting it clobber to the ground before she went haywire. Ripping multiple pictures from the wiring, before ripping the wiring down itself. Next, came the pictures on the wall.

She'd completely ransacked the room. Pictures and wiring lay tattered on the ground, empty bottles of photo development fluid lay empty and discarded. The two cameras that sat perched up on the dresser, lens' completely destroyed.

She sat in the middle of the floor, chest heaving, face wet with tears as she picked up the now tattered photo of she and her daughter again, this was before she had even met him.

"What the fuck?" She quietly whispered to herself. Tossing the photo aside, she crawled a few feet away, a picture of her now missing ex-husband lay beside a couple photos of her closest friends. She picked up the picture, stomach dropping as the actuality of the events over the past year set in.

It had all been him. Her ex-husband, her best-friend's random attack, the feeling of being watched, stalked.

"What the fuck is going on?" Truth mumbled to herself, exasperated. Sniffing, she dropped the photo, picking up the photo she didn't see. A photo of her mother.

So caught up with the eerie photos she was now examining in the photo room, she hadn't heard the culprit return. The sound of his heavy, combat boots against the creaking hardwood flooring of his hallway was simply background noise as she hurriedly crawled around, flipping photos over. Everyone she knew.

"Baby, you've done a number in here, huh?" The familiarity of the deep British accent made her turn her head slowly, vision blurred from the tears begging to burst through her lash line. Her brown eyes bore into his as she furrowed her brows, tears cascading down her cheeks. Unwavering as he neared her, his large hand holding an eerily gentle grip on her chin, his opposing thumb gently wiping her tears away. She was repulsed.

"Who the fuck are you?" Truth asked slowly, gaze and tears unfettered as she stared at him holding up the plenty photos in her hand.

His gaze sickeningly sweet as he stared at her before slowly shaking his head, before looking around the room himself, "I really, really, wish you hadn't gone snooping around," he tsk'd eyes landing on you, "so pretty," he hummed, thumb tracing the shape of her full lips before he pressed a kiss right against the corner of her mouth, tucking his face in her neck as she sat frozen, shock consuming her. He took a deep breath, eyes closing at the familiarity of her scent, the signature smell of the Valentino perfume filling his nostrils.

"A shame I won't get to see this pretty face anymore,"

The words brought a chill to her entire being, stomach dropping all at once. But Truth couldn't show anymore fear than she already had revealed, she shook her head slowly. "You wouldn't hurt me, you love me too much."

Terry chuckled, the sound muffled against her flesh. He pulled back slowly, brows furrowing as he mocked her solemn expression, "that's where you're wrong, mama," he spoke lowly, loud enough only for the two of them to hear, twirling an unruly curl around his finger, "I love you just enough to kill you."

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Notification Pinging!

Eden's Love Garden: you have a new match!

COMING SOON.

[drdemonprince]

hey! i have a question abt your cruising guide if you don't mind, regarding something that (unless i totally missed sth, in which case i'm very sorry for wasting your time) i felt was completely absent but happens to be my main concern. (i'm already a huge slut, so anonymous/short term sexual encounters in themselves aren't the issue for me.) i'll put it bluntly: how am i supposed to pick anyone up in a gay male cruising space (irl/not on an app) when i look like a woman? i'm not a total stranger to gay bars, which is why i'm very sure that people in a cruising space are far, far more likely to take me as an intruder looking to be pleasantly scandalized than someone like them who they might want to have sex with, not to mention have sex with as a man(-adjacent). i also know it's likely that i'm projecting at least some of my dysphoria onto these hypothetical encounters, but it doesn't seem like an unjustified fear, either. i (fwiw: perisex, afab, some type of agender-nonbinary) have been on t for abt 9 months now, but i haven't had top or bottom surgery (i want both but so far it's unclear when that is going to happen) and my breasts are too large to be really concealed by a binder (not to mention that i can't fuck in a binder bc they give me awful headaches), i'm very short and ~curvy~, i have very little body/no facial hair, and people in casual daily interactions certainly don't hesitate to address me as a woman. it just seems preposterous to assume that there's anything abt me a man looking for another man could be attracted to. i guess it's possible someone could be a chaser after my specific type, but that's not an encounter i want to have right now. as far as my question to you is concerned, i want to have sex with a man who is into men, and at the very least won't see me as a girl wanting to be fucked like a man. i know that there is no way to objectively predict these things, experiences and tastes vary and so on, but i would be extremely grateful if you could share some of your experiences or give me some other pointers for how to approach this/what to expect. as it is, if i were to enter a darkroom, i assume i would be asked to leave, but preemptively telling myself that it's hopeless and to forget abt it for at least the next several years seems unnecessarily cruel, too. if there's any advice or experience you can share, thank you so so so much, and if not, thank you anyway for taking the time to read this letter of woe and for putting your perspective out there, it's been a balm to be understood. wishing you all the best x

Buddy -- it is (largely!) your dysphoria talking! Lots of queer men will wanna fuck you and they will wanna do it in a queer way. I walked around Steamworks fully tiddy out regularly and I had a great time.

It's true that in more general gay bars people will sometimes misread you, and that it will hurt, but trust me that lots of queer men are already attracted to you. If anything, I've noticed that in general queer spaces cis gay men sometimes default to assuming that you won't be interested in them and give a polite distance that they will happily do away with if they know you're looking and welcome their attention. A lot of guys don't want to accidentally be predatory to someone who they think might be a lesbian or not interested in men. (Again, being mistaken for something you are not really fucking sucks and can drive your dysphoria crazy, I get it, but do keep in mind that sometimes people do this out of a desire to be respectful, not because they're turned off that you're such a Womanly Woman or whatever.)

My first recommendation for you would be to GET ON GRINDR. Post some pics that make it clear what you're working with, physically, and list your identity clearly on your profile. When I first got a grindr I had a really slutty abs-and-underboob pic that got me a TON of attention from queer men, who treated me like a man, and it immediately assuaged all my concerns that I wasn't welcome on there. I think it will do a lot for your self-confidence and sense of belonging to try the same too.

Now, I don't want to be pollyannaish about any of this -- yes there are transphobes. In my experience they're mostly pretty quiet to trans men, they'll just pass you by for the most part. Yes there are people who will say awkward things. Block liberally and often and don't be afraid to stand up for yourself. But honestly, these are the kinds of issues you will run into within any dating platform, and the gay world is pretty damn blase and chill about the inclusion of trans men for the most part. You can absolutely put yourself out there -- and the sooner you do, the sooner you'll realize that your insecurities are not rooted in the reality of how other queer men mostly feel.

I wish I had put myself out there YEARS earlier! A lot would have changed for me if I had.

[funpoire]

꒰ ‎﹒ Yuusei Ueda setting and prologue

This post is mostly a worldbuilding of Yuusei's home and more context of how he got summoned into twisted wonderland.

Back home:

Yuusei has skills in fishing and surfing.

Minamiizu is a tiny seaside town at the southern tip of the Izu Peninsula. In summer, the town comes alive with festivals and surfers.

People in his town don't move out and since it's a small town he has known everyone since baby. For this reason, he had more difficulty making friends with "outsiders".

He was really into (and still is) photography. He likes taking pictures of his neighborhood's quotidian moments. His favorite type of picture is Polaroid. Back in his world he had a homemade darkroom and had a full wall of pictures. His family, friends, and pictures of the sea.

He used to do mini jobs around his town to get some money. Babysitting, helping with his dad's job, and his grandparents' ice cream stand during summer.

He was into ghost hunting and ghost stories. There were a few abandoned houses back in Yuusei's hometown that he used to explore.

The day he got hit by the carriage:

Yuusei this night had to go to his neighbor's house to keep the kids for the night.

A few minutes after going out and being on the road he hears a strange noise. This is a carriage ready to hit him.

When he wakes up, he is in a coffin with strange creatures and clothes that are not his.

Masterlist

This post might get an update if I have more ideas or change my mind lol also my doc app keeps crashing I was going insane.

[octuscle]

Hello? I was checking my sons mobile phone to check they’re not illegal things on it and I found this app, and the option “hot bad boy” was selected and I don’t know where I pushed but I don’t feel good right now, my son will be back soon and I don’t want him to know I have access to his phone cause he will say I’m a bad father, but I’m only worried about him!

Don't worry, it won't have escaped your son's attention that you have activated the "hot bad boy" setting. He has programmed the default setting so that he experiences the transformation consciously and his brain doesn't change with it. In my opinion, this is also the cooler option. So you can enjoy the new body much more. But the young stud who comes rolling into the driveway on a Harley doesn't exactly seem to enjoy the hot body he's in.

Your son (you're guessing it's him) tears open the door, throws his leather jacket on the ground and yells for you miserable piece of shit to get down here right now. Normally, you would have to yell back that you demand a little respect. But for one thing, you have a really bad conscience. And for another, the booming baritone of the giant standing down there in the living room is really respect-inspiring. Maybe you imagined "hot bad boy" to be a drug dealer or a car thief. Your son obviously didn't. The leather clothes he's wearing obviously belong more in a darkroom than in a biker bar. And also the manicured fingernails, the perfectly trimmed hair and the slick steeled body you didn't expect. "What do you think you're doing, bitch?" your son yells at you. You somehow can't take your eyes off the bulge in his leather pants. Your son grins and grabs the bulge, licks his lips and says that you might get a reward if you give him back his cell phone right now. As if in a trance, you hand him the device, get down on your knees and start licking the leathery bulge.

Fuck, your buddy really has the hottest cock you know. And hardly anyone else can cum so much that not even you can swallow it. But you are anything but inexperienced. Shit, before your performance tonight you could have really trained your abs. Next to your buddy you look like you have a paunch. But hey, he's the star. And you'll still put on a good show.

[woodbees]

Power plant by aaaaaadrian

[jaidonschool]

Costa Rica 2024

[sprigara]

Week 53

It’s the final post of the year 🎄

It’s that awkward middle week between Christmas and the new year. I like to used the week to appreciate the year behind me and reset for the next year.

Reflecting on 2023, I can see I was a little more tuned into my feelings and my needs than ever before. I kept working on growth and fulfillment in my career and preparing for the next phase of life (and possibly a future with kids). Whatever the future holds, I’m feeling more ready for it and more ambitious in going after my goals. It feels a little like I’ve woken up from a 4 year sleep and I’m tired of the holding pattern my career and general life have been in (even after two cross country moves).

In 2024 I won’t be holding myself to posting a picture every week, but I’ll keep taking pictures and posting them. Albeit, probably with less consistency, maybe I’ll set up lots of posts at once and forget to post anything new for a couple months. However that shakes out, I know I’ll keep going on my daily long walks and take pictures (for the sake of art and memories) whenever the mood strikes me. I’ll keep up with reading too, maybe set my goal to 50 books, since I got to the 40’s before August (when I started studying).

Cheers to 2023, the year that made me even more comfortable in my own skin. The year that taught me to look for interesting sights in every day views and appreciate the world around me. The year I finally felt ready to do some growing up.

[iphoneartgirl]

The Business Man Was Too Busy for Earth Day. © 2023, Meri Aaron Walker, iPhoneArtGirl. Ashland, OR. All rights reserved. 

Camera +2, SuperimposeX, Humans, iColoramaS

No AI here.

This image is actually a long mobile digital meditation on the kind of film and darkroom work I used to do after my first viewing of Jerry Uelsman’s prints at the Ringling Museum back in the early ‘70s. He blew my mind, and it never came back.

What Uelsman showed me is that reality, my personal visual reality, was comprised both of moments that were visible to me outside my body and all kinds of moments that were still brewing in me inside my body. In my brain. And I learned how to capture images of these moments and sew them together to share a deeper aspect of my experience than a single image often could.

I could do traditional black and white photo journalism and explore the complex reality of my personal experience as well.

That enrichment of my human intelligence and my vision might’ve been the most important gift I received in this life…. The fact that I can execute images like this using my mobile camera apps and editing apps has deepened my experience every day since I picked up my first iPhone.

When I can do this outside the darkroom and without having to strap myself into a chair in a dark room in front of my desktop computer… is pure Joy!!!

[joelpottermanipulatedimage]

Week 03 | SDL

Post Photography, Or Are We Past Photography? Reading and Response

After reading Andreia Alves de Oliveira's essay "POST-SCREEN: Intermittence + Interference," I'm interested by how she describes the impact of digital technology on photography. She talks about us entering a more "post-photography" era, thanks to the use of digital tools, but I think photography has always involved some level of manipulation. Digital tools just make this process quicker and easier.

From the early days of photography, darkroom techniques were used to alter images, like dodging and burning. These manipulations were part of how photographers showed their vision and changed the perspective of their photos. Digital tools like Photoshop and various apps now let us make these adjustments almost instantly. This makes manipulation not just faster but also more accessible to everyone, not just those with specialised skills. It is still the same.

While her point about needing new ways to think about photography in the digital age is interesting, I feel that the overall idea of photography just hasn't changed. Manipulation has always been part of photography. The change is simply how quickly and easily we can do it, which actually opens up more creativity for more people. So, even though the tools have changed, the core idea of photography as a medium for manipulation and creativity remains the same.

[b-ja]

Collodion Magic Without the Mess

"The collodion photographic process, invented by Frederick Scott Archer in 1851, involves coating a glass or metal plate with collodion, sensitizing it with silver nitrate, and exposing it while still wet. The plate is then developed and fixed immediately using sodium thiosulfate or potassium cyanide. This rapid process, requiring a portable darkroom, yields high-resolution images with fine detail and a unique, ethereal quality."  -- The Collodion Process

Imagine the collodion process, but now you’re doing it digitally—because who has time for a portable darkroom and chemicals that sound like they could melt your face off? Here’s how it goes:

Step one: You take your sleek, overpriced smartphone—because, of course, we’re all photographers now—and slap on a filter that makes your image look like it was dipped in vintage nostalgia and regret. The digital ether and alcohol mix right on your screen, without the stink or the mess.

Step two: Snap a shot of your subject—probably your cat, because cats don’t complain about how they look in photos. Watch as your screen turns that pristine image into something that looks like it’s been dragged through time, kicking and screaming.

Step three: Hit that develop button, which, in reality, is just a fancy way of saying, “Let the app do its magic.” Watch as it creates an image that’s part haunting Victorian portrait, part modern-day selfie nightmare.

Step four: Share it on social media, where it gets lost in the sea of everyone else’s attempts at being ironically retro. Your friends will comment with hearts and fire emojis, pretending they understand the artistry, but really they’re just hoping you’ll like their next post.

And there you have it: the digital collodion process. All the aesthetic, none of the hassle, and a whole lot of pretense.

[octuscle]

Hello, Chronivac support? This is the first time I am using your app and I am not sure how to set the right settings, I hope you can help me. You see, I have a boyfriend who is submissive, and I am the dom of the 2. Even if I am not very dominating and sometimes I just play along to feed his submissivemeness, I thought it was enough for him and that he liked it... but now I realize I was wrong.

The other day he heft his laptop on the table, the incognito browser was open and I could see he had been watching pics and videos of what I would call... real doms. Tough guys, cigar smoking guys, some wearing leather or rubber gear, some tattooed, some pierced... many different kind of doms, but none of them were like me, not a single one. I dont have the body or the attitude he wants...

But I have seen a lot of different guys in his laptop, so I don't know what does HE wants eiher. I thought that maybe this app can be set in a way that I am transformed in the kind of man he really wants to his side, the dom boyfriend, master or whatever he really wishes for... I want to set Chronivac so I am changed exactly into what he dessires, and every time he changes his mind about what he wants, I want to change along.

Can you help?

Ever heard of a werewolf? I could try something experimental with you. A weekend where your friend can live out all his fantasies. His darkest thoughts control your transformation. Not only yours, but his as well. You will not be aware that you are changing, you will spend the weekend like a werewolf. In a completely different body. But I will configure the transformation so that on Monday morning you can remember every single second. And then let's see if you want to do that more often.

Friday night. Your friend is sitting in front of the TV. You're cooking. Vegetarian vegetable curry. Suddenly it hits you like a blow. You throw the spoon into the pot. Fuck! What a pain this is. With one blow you hurl the cooking pot off the stove. A huge noise. A huge mess. Your friend comes running into the kitchen. You are breathing heavily. Your huge hairy chest rises and falls. You snap at your boyfriend that he should be a good slave and clean up the mess. Your friend looks at you with wide eyes. And gets down on his knees to wipe the floor. And while he does that, his body starts to twitch. The hair of the bitch becomes short, as you always shear them. And his beard grows. His polo shirt becomes a harness, his bare ass sticks out of his chaps. "Leave the dirt, lick my boots!" you command. "And then slowly work your way up with your tongue." Your kitchen changes. Your apartment is changing. There is a smell of sweat, tobacco and poppers in the air. Black, worn furniture, lots of leather, raw concrete. Instead of a TV, a St. Andrew's cross on the wall. And in the bedroom a cage for your boyfriend.

"Fuck yeah, that's my good boy," you grunt as your friend arrives at your stinky wet armpit. It's still early in the evening. There is still plenty of time before you fuck your boyfriend in the sling of the darkroom of your favorite bar. You take your cock out of your pants with your free hand. And then you push your boyfriend's head back down. The weekend starts promisingly.

48 hours of sex later you are sitting naked on the sofa. A cigar in your face. The face of your friend on your cock. Boy, did you have fun. And now a final climax. You shoot your load and your friend swallows greedily. Then you fall into a deep sleep. It's 04:00 in the morning when you wake up. The TV is on. Both of you have fallen asleep on the sofa. You lead your still half asleep friend to bed. And you realize that it was not a dream.

Fantastic inspiration by @eurobeef 

[m-nasounds]

Weekend Review 11-07.JUL.2024

Good morning, ravers.

Are we still alive? Did we make it? Is democracy still a thing? Not for long, I guess… OOOOH, honey! What a weekend! But we made it. There is something about this time of the year….the longer days.. the heat… And hey, did anyone else notice that sex is back on the menu?

I'm not speaking of those traditional close encounters one might have in a very boring way. I'm talking of the filthy, sweaty and pleasure-driven act. Everybody is having sex. Sex is the new thing. Sex. Sex. Sex. Stop being a purist. Leave the apps, go cruise, get yourself in the middle of a darkroom and have some sex.

For those who know what I'm talking about, you are probably recovering from all the joy you had in the past weekend. Good job, my CUMpions! Mother is here to sum up what you missed whilst you kept your mouths busy... 🥵

And I see some steam coming out of Omeara' as it seems like 'Feel It' is back in the game. After a period of identity crisis, the Little Gay Brother, young sister is resurrecting for the summer. And look who graced us: our favourite priest, Andrew Scott. Bless him!

But speaking of the UK, I'm sorry that it didn't come home this year. Is it may be time for you guys to move on from football? I think you have been cursed for all the misbehaviour. Hint! Try sex! Oh no, let's leave that with those who know how to do it.

My Brazilian kids! Hello! Seems like you have been glowing over the weekend. I saw that DJ Bassan and her squad caused a commotion in Rio. Beautiful! And in Brasilia, Beco Electrico was nothing but 100% the place to be.

But shall we move to the rewarding time? You all want to know which DJ graced us with the set of the weekend. And I will tell you that this one was a big revelation. But I will praise her for the full serve at Berghain's Sunday evening: DJ Holographic. It was a masterclass on Disco music, Chicago House and all the classics that make dance music authentic and genuine and rooted. She brought it home and turned the whole place into the Paradise Garage.

You got the badge, sweetie. You are the Weekend QueerHoe. Wear it with Pride.

What else did I miss? Any event? The bullet? Ohh please, call me when this whole bad acting gets a Netflix special. In the meantime, can we have a dancehall version of "I shot the sheriff"? Maybe we should do it as "I shot the Cheetos"? Can we have it with Cardi B vocals? That would be sick.

Ok, let me go back to my sleep.

Bisou Bisou

See you on the dancefloor.

M