#it's ok to shoot for a square crop | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

harrisonarchive · 3 years ago

Photo

Somewhere In England was released on 1 June 1981. A look at the album cover...

The original proof cover (seen in the first image) is also the one featured on the cover of the 2004 Dark Horse Years remaster of the album.

Original cover concept by Basil Pao. George was persuaded to change the cover, with the concept for the new cover coming from Ray Cooper; photographed by Caroline Irwin, and featuring Mark Boyle’s Holland Park Avenue Study, 1967.

Q: “On Somewhere In England you were shown on the cover in front of a Mark Boyle painting. Do you collect art?” George Harrison: “That painting was wonderful. He’d done a cast of the pavement and the gutter and a piece of the road. It’s quite an amazing process, like a sculpting of the street. I like certain artists, but by the time I got to like them they were to expensive to collect, like Dali and Magritte. Paul’s got a bunch of Magrittes. He bought them for, like 50 dollars each. Then the guy died in 1967 and now they’re worth millions.” - Musician, November 1987 (x)

An account from someone there on the day of the new cover shoot:

"Sometime in early 1981 I got a phone call from a friend who worked as a porter at the Tate Gallery on the south bank in London. “Come ’round the back door when we close tomorrow if you want to meet George Harrison” was all he said. It turned out that Beatle George had booked the gallery after hours for a photo shoot. That’s all I knew. So, armed with a bag of LP sleeves and related items I turned up at the Tate just as they were closing. I later found out that the boss in charge of the backroom boys, porters and the like had asked if anyone wanted to work back a couple of hours to accommodate George and his party. Most of the long-serving old blokes didn’t want the overtime, but my mate and some of the younger guys jumped at the chance and probably would have done it for nothing. When I arrived George was already there with his manager and a few others, including everyone’s favourite mad percussionist Ray Cooper (who, it transpired, came up with the whole idea for the shoot). The idea was to photograph George up against a 3D relief artwork by Mark Boyle titled 'Holland Park Avenue Study'. Dating from 1967 the piece was basically a 239cm square x 11.5cm thick representation of pavement and road made from (it says here) ‘Earth on Epikote and fibreglass’. The idea was for George to sit on the floor and lean against the artwork on the wall and, suitably cropped, it would seem like he was lying on the street itself. Caroline Irwin was the photographer. While everything was being set up I spoke to George’s manager/PR man (I forget which) and asked about the chances of getting autographs. He assured me it would be OK and asked to see what I had brought. He gave the OK to everything except a copy of the 1976 Best Of George Harrison LP (the UK version with cover showing George sitting on the bumper of a hot rod car). 'If you give him that to sign, he’ll probably tear it up in front of you!' said the manager. It turns out that George hated that album, feeling insulted that EMI had filled only one side with his solo material and padded out the other with his Beatles hits. As we waited I overheard George relating how he’d been pulled over for speeding in his black Porsche on the way into London that afternoon. 'So when the cop asked for my address, I said "which address do you want, my LA address, my New York address, or my Surrey address"?' he said in that oh-so familiar languid scouse drawl which could have come straight from a scene in 'A Hard Day’s Night'. Finally the photo shoot was over and I produced my bag of assorted goodies for signing (minus the Best Of LP). I’d taken the Faster single picture disc insert, a copy of Wonderwall and the booklet from the Concert For Bangla Desh. It was this last item which caused the most excitement. George grabbed it and after flicking through, became quite animated and insisted on showing it around. He called Ray Cooper over saying stuff like, 'Look at Eric on this one' and generally behaving like he’d never seen it before. The 'Holland Park Avenue Study' picture was used for the original version of George’s Somewhere In England album, but the cover was changed when the CD appeared years later, however. I still have the Faster picture disc, but parted with the rest of the signed items years ago. Yeah, I wish I still had it all, but a guy’s gotta eat. Footnote. As George was leaving he called my mate over, thanked him for looking after his party and keeping the gallery open late. Then as they shook hands he quietly pressed a fifty pound note into his palm. And that’s fifty 1981 pounds, folks. Whadda guy." - "Johnny Concheroo," The Afterword dot co dot uk, 16 January 2017 [x]

#George Harrison #quote #quotes by George #quotes about George #Somewhere In England #1981 #1980s #fan recollections #fan recollections: 1980s #Ray Cooper #Basil Pao #Caroline Irwin #fits queue like a glove

10 notes · View notes

steve0discusses · 4 years ago

Text

S5 Ep13: How to Get Away With Cheating in the Card Olympics

It’s been a little while since Pegasus made a card that screwed us years after it was developed...and so it’s time for it to happen again. Good ol Pegasus, screwing us all and not even knowing he’s doing it.

First off, it took me until this episode to realize that Leon and Zigfried are German and Leon is playing a Grimm Brother’s deck. I guess I didn’t notice before now because Leon was hiding his identity. But now that I know his deck is because he’s just German it’s like...well OK. That’s kind of cute. Better than that time they had the American play a deck filled with guns.

And that actually...fully explains why they are all dressed old timey. I didn’t pick up on it until just now...they’re referencing old ass fairy tales. But wtv, I still like my reaching theories of why Zigfried dresses like...that.

PS, my twitter just notified me that lots of people are getting a ‘Hime Haircut’, which is exactly the doo that Zigfried wears this season with the cropped side bangs. And like...are we sure? I see Kpop wearing it and Tik Tok kids wearing wigs but...I have yet to see a Hime in the wild. Course I haven’t gone outside in like a year so...maybe tens of thousands of people really did do a Hime Haircut during the Quarantine.

But, damn it, I decided to look at some photos, and a bunch of them looked pretty bad, but a couple looked pretty dope, and now I’m a little bit tempted to get a Hime...but I feel like it took a decade to get out of my bangs phase and like...Do I need two layers of bangs? I have naturally straight hair, I could do this, this haircut was made for me, but...

I just don’t know if I should get a haircut that looks like I’m an anime cosplayer when I can’t back it up. Nope. Cannot get this haircut. I know this haircut was made for teenagers or artists in their 30′s, and literally no one else, but no, this will be a mistake just like the side bangs I gave myself in 2006.

(looks over at scissors)

(read more under the cut)

(get it? Cut?)

Leon recalls that his brother very nicely gave him a card, and he’s so excited to finally do any activity involving his crazy ass family, that he just blindly does it.

This entire episode is about Yami not doing a hellscape when he witnesses cheating, and like...it is S5...it’s been a little while since anyone’s done a real good cheat on him, and he opened the door to darkness, and they got devoured by their own Tamagachi. It’s been a while.

And like the curse of Episode 13 was just a theory I had--but this particular Episode 13 is probably the most tame of all the 13′s (and yet, the most un-tame of this arc, which is a pretty chill arc, overall)

Yet...while this episode still fits in with their universe because the Kaiba’s are very proud so they can’t admit their duel disk has a flaw and therefore can’t forfeit the game, it kind of stretches the imagination a bit for the sake of the plot. Straight up we have a LOT of characters in this arc and they all just stood there and watched it happened.

It could have been also because this is like...televised...that no one wants to start throwing this little boy off the nearest blimp. I just wish that was addressed in the episode, other than “listen...Kaiba must allow this card to be played...or all his Duel Disks are lies.”

His Duel Disk almost caused the end of planet Earth a few weeks back, so I think it’s fine. I think this is a negligible problem to have when your disk shoots projectiles out of each end and has sharp folding edges in the shape of a blade--almost attempting to slice your face off every time you wave that thing around.

Yes, he’s trying to restore his reputation after the whole Dartz thing...but this is like...not that bad in the scale of things that have happened in the past several seasons. Maybe it’s just the last straw that broke the camels back here? One thing too far--’your disk played a broke card, Kaiba, I am pulling my investments and I refuse to go to your theme parks. I was here when you blew up that island. I was here when your company was literally bought out by the illluminati...but if that duel disk can’t play cards correctly--we’re done here.’ And TBH...that’s a very Yugioh mentality to have.

Like remember that time that Elon musk threw a brick at one of his new weird looking cars and the windshield cracked? But he was like “Oh...that was just a...listen the windshields don’t shatter, you saw nothing.” and still released the car anyway? Was kind of reminded of that.

Now...he didn’t actually go into the Dev room, we’ll go into how the hell he got this card, but first, a visit to the Kaiba Dev room.

OOOOOOooooooooh

That’s so bright!

It reminds me of how in the 90′s, the only real thing I knew to do on my computer was change the colors of the UI, so I just used the ugliest ass UI known to man for my family’s computers. I hope these computers have a mouse that leaves a tail behind and I hope that mouse is in the shape of a flying sparkling dragon.

Anyway, Duke speaks what’s on our minds:

Meanwhile, Pegasus, watching this happen over a glass of wine from inside his bathtub at Castle Pegasus, takes one very long sip while sinking into a pile of bubbles.

Seto at first is like “I literally own this tournament so thanks for losing? I don’t know why you threw it out into the trash but thanks?” But Zigfried pressured him so hard that everyone on Earth would judge his ass, and tried so hard to change the definition of what cheating even is, that Seto relented almost as if to shut Zigfried the hell up.

Zigfried explained that, technically, it’s still reads as a legal card on the disk and isn’t reaaally against the rules. Even though the rules say it’s against the rules--what are rules anyway?

Thankfully we have the King of “I dictate what the rules are AKA the rules of the universe, which I would show you, I just don’t feel like it right now, and I’m a little worried about opening that Pandora’s box, but I clearly know the rules of this card game, as stated on this Home Depot plaque that Seto gave me after I won the last tourney.”

Leon gets pretty upset about this--not so much screwing Seto Kaiba, but over the fact his brother stole his only chance at trying to beat Yugi Muto fair and square. So, trying to retain what little card honor he has left, Leon tries to self sabotage so everyone can just go the hell home.

OK so...do you think he put a floppy disk into the paper card? Like straight up how did he do that? Feel free to post your theories because like...how do you hack a paper card? Like do we even have a canon explanation of what these cards are or what they are made out of and how they theoretically work?

Anyway, now that they’ve spent a good portion of this episode discussing if this card should or should not be played, and the ethics and philosophy surrounding that, we find out that none of this matters because Zigfried was actually just stalling.

(He hacked the card so it had a virus like straight up how did he DO that without making a new card?)

Huh.

Y’all, what if I could just delete Google?

Can you imagine?

Like I know this is a kid’s show so it follows kid’s show logic and I will absolutely allow this ridiculous master plan and I will not question it, but think with me for a sec:

What if you could just delete Disney?

Damn. That’s some Y2K scare tactics propaganda right there. That’s some good YA dystopian fiction stuff.

Yo is Zigfried the good guy? He’s not, but if this were a YA novel he would be, right? Good on him.

I...do not know how the logic in Zigfried’s brain works, but if someone deleted all the files in my collaborators company and showed up at my front door and was like “I heard you were looking for a new collaborator?” I’d stick him face first into a blank paper card.

Which is, logically, the next step to Zigfried’s plan that no one has bothered to tell him yet. You just don’t mess with Pegasus, especially after all the stuff he went though with getting murdered by Mai, and Dartz showing up, he’d be so pissed right now. He might not be technically magical anymore--but it’s clear after last season that he’s still magical enough. This is a man who’s let out into the wild maybe a couple of scary cards--but hell knows how many are buried in his huge ass castle just waiting to do a murder.

This is just Zigfried hassling a hornet and the hornets nest is like...right there.

And so next episode we are going to...destroy the card? Hell, next episode might be entirely a card game and I might only have 2 caps.

Anyway, just letting you know that I typed this last night, and then had dreams that I got a Hime Haircut and hella loved it, woke up at 5:30 AM thinking about that haircut, and have since been just...

...I mean I shouldn’t do it...I cannot give myself unironic Von Schroeder hair...

...

...but what if it’s dope though?

(and here’s the link to read these from the beginning in chrono order from S1. Wish I categorized in seasons but alas I did not have that forsight back when I thought there were only 3 seasons of Yugioh total. I have since learned.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#yugioh #YGO #yu gi oh #episode recap #photo recap #S5 #Ep13 #Yugi Muto #leon von schroeder #zigfried von schroeder #seto kaiba #grandpa muto #mokuba kaiba #and literally everyone else who stood there and just watched it happen #Just thinking about how one hacks a card and I feel like that's totally possible but how though?

33 notes · View notes

skunkyemerson · 4 years ago

Text

Bnha/MHA characters as Real-Time Fandub Games Quotes:

Amajiki: I’VE BEEN MADE OF LUNCHABLE MEAT!!!

— —- —

Iida(bursting through Bakugo’s wall): GIVE ME THE BOOKS!

Bakugo: Just use a door, asshole!!!

— —- —

Villain: You have thirty seconds before the island fucking explodes you Hot Topic wannabe and you blue gumball son of a bitch, you ruined my life I hope you both die.

Iida: Hot Topic?!

Tokoyami: No, my secret!

— —- —

Kirishima: You know me, I’m all about keeping it real! That’s why my hair is dyed.

Kaminari: Hm, what color is that, is it red or scarlet?

Kirishima:...You know, I don’t like labels.

Kaminari: That’s so fucking fair dude.

— —- —

Mineta: I feel like there’s a pervert here. Nope...Wait. I knew it. I’m the pervert! Hooray!

— —- —

Bakugo: Honestly, I’m not fucking with anymore Redboxes, last time I did, it spit a bunch of quarters at me.

Kirishima:...Wait, you don’t put quarters in there.

*Bakugo stops and turns around*

Kirishima: What were you...Bakugo, were you putting your quarters in the card reader?

Bakugo: N-No...

— —- —

Toga: Ok so, have you ever tasted human blood before? *click*

Twice: Why did she hang up?

— —- —

Hatsume: I can’t believe you’ve done this, this is all your fault!

Uraraka: I can’t believe your tits are one polygon!

— —- —

Koda: Hey Tokoyami I have a question. Since I’m so pure, can you please explain to me how you fuck crops?

*FIVE MINUTES LATER*

Tokoyami: I didn’t-I didn’t wanna have to explain that to you Koda, I didn’t want to! You forced my hand-

Koda(traumatized): PLEASE...

Tokoyami: Now you’re scarred for life and I’m gonna have to take you to therapy and it’s just...

Koda: Yeah, I think I need some help now...

Hagakure: After explaining how to fuck plants, I think I’m a veggie!

— —- —

Mina: I am happy with myself! I have a positive mental attitude!

Shoji: God I wish that were me.

— —- —

Midnight: Honeslty Joke, you should stick with a new career, I don’t think standup comedy is your thing.

Joke: Ohhhhh. You mean I should marry a very handsome and wealthy man who has stock in the diamond and ring business?

*Aizawa climbs out of the sewer*

Joke: THERE HE IS!!!

Aizawa: Hey, what’s up good looking? Also hi Joke.

— —- —

Deku: Oh this? It’s my arm!

— —- —

Tokoyami: Square Enix...The creators of Final Fantasy: Spirits Within. I can’t wait to watch that on my sweet rig.

— —- —

Bakugo: Why do I have a gun?

Hatsume(on earpiece): Yeah it’s a gun, I made it for you! You’re gonna use it at some point!

Bakugo: Am I gonna shoot Deku?

*cuts to Bakugo holding a paper*

Hatsume: It’s a restraining order from Deku after you shot him with the gun!

— —- —

Mina: Have fun you guys. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, or anything I would do, or anything anybody else wouldn’t do.

— —- —

Iida: Do you have a seven letter word for potato?

Tokoyami: Uhh Sans Undertale.

Iida: Oh, I remember Sans Undertale!

Tokoyami:....I remember him too, man.

— —- —

Deku: Todoroki, you never told me you were related to a pro hero.

Todoroki: I am, and I hate it.

— —- —

*Recovery Girl healing Deku, and walks out to All Might.*

Recovery Girl: There’s no easy way to say this, All Might. He’s part table now. *walks away*

All Might:....WHAT? I mean that’s bad but also WHAT?

Deku: I...I gotta get out of here...I can’t support mugs and dishes, please, I gotta get out of here...

All Might: You can’t even support yourself!

67 notes · View notes

ilovefandoms102 · 4 years ago

Text

Oh Boy-Part 7

Summary: JJ and you try to plan a date when it backfires...

Taglist:

@ma10427 @lasnaro @certainstatesmantoadartisan @iamaunicorn4704 @riverdaleserpent04 @justcallmesams @sspidermanss @tangledinsparkles @jellyfishbeansontoast @hurricane-abigail

Part 6 Part 8

edited by author

=====================================

JJ and I were sitting in my room after a hard days work for the both of us. Me smoking a cig, reading some of my dads old findings, and JJ rolling a blunt (what a surprise).

It was a hot day in the outer banks and our air conditioning decided to go out. Neither JB or I had money to fix it, so we suffered through the heat. JJ strolling around shirtless with a pair of khaki shorts, and I in my bikini top and jean shorts.

If I had to run anywhere I threw on a cropped tee, but I wasn’t planning on leaving the chateau unless it was to go to the beach, or someone was dying.

“Ya know sweets, we haven’t been on a real date yet,” JJ said, blowing a puff of smoke in the air.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, hoping he didn’t think he had to do anything fancy for me.

“I was thinking a day at the beach. Just us..no Pogues.” JJ suggested, looking over at me and shooting me his pearly whites.

“Sounds good to me, as long as you provide the beer,” I laughed.

“You know I got us babe,” he said, scooting closer towards where I was sitting on the floor, starting to play with my hair.

“When are we doing this?” I asked, looking up at him.

“You work tomorrow?” he asked.

“I work the early shift, so I get off around 3,” I said.

“Perfect, we’ll go have a day at the beach after you get off then.” JJ smiled, leaning down to kiss my head.

“JJ, what do you think about the whole JB and Sarah thing?” I asked.

“I don’t know..I really don’t like the idea of her being involved..” JJ shrugged.

“I mean she’s already a Kook, practically has money falling out of her dads ass. Has never had to work a day in her life for anything, and she has the audacity to try and slither her way into this.” I said, getting up from my spot, starting to pace around the living room.

“Babe..”JJ sighed, knowing I was overwhelming myself worrying about my brother and his new found love with a Kook.

“Of all people JJ it had to be fucking Sarah Cameron, Princess of the Kooks. And I mean, what if we don’t find this gold? Then what? Is she just going to leave? God, John B would be heartbroken.She-” I rambled on.

“Sweetheart, you’re working yourself up over nothing.” JJ assured, coming to stand in front of me. He put his arms around me, hugging me to him. I buried my face into his neck, feeling my tears coming to the surface.

“You don’t know that J, people like us don’t get happy endings.” I slipped out, regretting it immediately.

“Shit..” I whispered when I felt JJ grow tense.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” JJ asked, pulling away from me.

“I-” I started, but JJ didn’t let me finish.

“So how long were you going to let this go on before you cut me loose then, huh!?” he yelled.

“Baby, please, I didn’t mean it like that. It just slipped out!” I cried.

I couldn’t look at him knowing what I said cut deep.

“Don’t even baby me” JJ said through gritted teeth.

“I’d take a fucking bullet for you, and you have the audacity to sit there and say we don’t get a happy ending?” he yelled, pointing his finger in my face, coming so close to me I had to take a step back.

“JJ please! I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean it like that you have to believe me!” I sobbed, trying to reach out to him, but he back away with a disgusted look on his face.

“What because I’m not rich I’m suddenly not good enough for you? Is that it?” JJ asked angrily, his face becoming redder by the second.

“It’s because of me JJ it has nothing to do with you! I’m not good for you!” I screamed, now it was my turn to get in his face.

“I have an insane amount of problems that will never go away! My mom left, my dad is dead, and my brother is on the same path. I have no money, no way of going to school, and I can barely keep this house now. I’ve got nothing going for me J..” I confessed, finally letting out what’s been bottled up for so long.

“Sweetheart..” JJ whispered, realization hitting him.

He relaxed his shoulders, trying to put a hand on my face when I stepped back from him.

“Nothing in my life has ever gone right J..and I’m terrified every single moment that I’m going to lose you, my brother, the others..you can have any girl in the world you want. So why would your happy ending be with me?” I explained.

We started at each other for what seemed like hours. I couldn’t take it anymore and started to make my way past him to go to my room.

JJ’s hand shot out and caught my arm as I was about to walk by him. I looked into his baby blue eyes, he was so beautiful..any girl would be lucky to have him.

Not just for his looks, but for his heart, JJ has the kind of heart that when he cares, he cares deep. That’s what I love about him. He was perfect inside and out.

“I don’t want anyone else..” JJ said, staring deep into my eyes. “I want you, all of you, the good, and the bad...I want all of it baby...because it’s you” he said, staring intently into my eyes.

“JJ-” I started, leaning my forehead against his.

Suddenly there was a big bang right outside the door, both JJ and I jumped at the sound. We waited for a second before someone started pounding on the door.

JJ started towards the door, dropping my arm in the process. I snatched his hand before he got too close to the door.

“Are you insane?! Have you not seen any kind of horror movie?! You don’t just walk to the door at a potentially dangerous situation!” I whisper yelled at him.

Then we heard, “COME OUTSIDE YOU DIRTY POGUES!”

Kooks. No surprise there.

“Please tell me you didn’t leave the gun in the van JJ.” I said, squeezing his hand.

“Ok I won’t tell you,” he agreed, and I smacked him over the head for that.

“The one time we need it!” I yelled.

The banging got louder, we both stared at the door. We took off to my dad’s office since it was the closest room to us. Shutting the door, I locked it and stood with my back against it.

I called my brother, telling him we needed back up and to get here as fast as humanly possible. JJ was trying to get the window open, but was having trouble. I went and tried to help, both of us pulling with all our strength.

“Fuck, it’s not budging!” I yelled.

Finally the stupid thing caved and we got it open. JJ climbing out first, I followed behind. We took off towards the HMS, running into none other than Rafe and his goons.

“Well, well, look at what we have here guys.” Rafe smiled wickedly.

“Why are you here Rafe?” I asked, grimacing at his creepy smile.

“An eye for an eye,” he said.

“What the fuck does that have to do with us?” JJ asked, snatching my hand and pulling me behind him.

“You see, your brother little pogue, beat my boy Topper here pretty badly over my sister. So, I figured, what a better way to get back at John B than to come after who he loves most...and that would be you little pogue.” Rafe shrugged.

My eyes widened looking at each of the Kooks he had brought with him. I noticed Topper sporting some nasty scratches and bruises on his face. We didn’t have a way out with the Kooks surrounding us, I just prayed that my brother would get his ass here soon along with the others.

“So we’re not even going to do this fair and square? You had to bring your goons for one girl?” I taunted Rafe.

“If I had thought you’d be alone little pogue, I would had definitely came by myself.” Rafe said, looking me up and down. JJ took the few steps separating us from Rafe, their chests bumping together.

“You better watch your mouth talking about my girl Kook,” JJ said through gritted teeth.

Rafe just laughed and motioned towards his goons. Circling us in, two guys getting JJ in a headlock, and Topper and Kelce holding my arms. I resisted as much as I could, but trying to fight against two guys who were twice my size was not the easiest thing to do.

“Stop this Rafe! This is so stupid! I have nothing to do with my brother and your sister!” I screamed.

“I need you to be quiet, it’s very disrespectful to talk while someone is trying to hit a ball.” Rafe said nonchalantly, acting like he was lining up a golf club.

“Very brave of you Rafe! Five on one?” JJ sneered.

“Aw JJ ya know, you look really bad man. You’re starting to look more like your dad.” Rafe said laughing. JJ spit in his face in response. “Oh shit” Rafe exclaimed.

“Rafe please!” I pleaded.

“You just wait little pogue, I got major plans for you later” Rafe winked.

I fought the urge to vomit right then and there.

Then Rafe took his first hit at JJ, and I couldn’t help the tears that flowed. I screamed and pleaded with Rafe to stop. JJ not wanting to seem like it bothered him, taunted him more.

“Come on man is that all you got” JJ laughed, blood coming from his nose and mouth.

Rafe then took JJ by the shoulders and threw him on the ground. Rafe and the other Kooks holding him starting to kick and punch at JJ. My heart broke into a million pieces. I felt so helpless, I fought my hardest against Kelce and Topper to no avail.

“RAFE PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! JJ!” I wailed.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch!” Topper yelled backhanding me.

My head snapped to the side, my ears starting to ring. I could taste blood in my mouth, and I turned back towards Topper. I looked him in the eye and spat in his face, the blood from my mouth splattering across his face.

This caused him to let go of me, and I took that chance. Somehow I managed to yank my arm from Kelce and sprinted towards JJ. I jumped on top of him, turning to look at Rafe.

“You’ve done enough Rafe!” I yelled, holding on to JJ for dear life. My poor boy was unresponsive to my touch, so I assumed he had to of passed out.

I heard a car pulling up, hoping that it was my brother and the other Pogues. My prayer was answered as I saw my brother, Kie, Pope, and Sarah running towards us.

I looked down at JJ and lost my breath. His beautiful face was so bloody and swollen I hardly recognized him. I put my head to his chest and thankfully he was still breathing.

“JJ? Baby, can you hear me?” I asked, my tears falling onto his face. I brushed his hair out of his face. I sobbed harder, my shoulders shaking, I bent my head towards his.

“I’m so so sorry baby, I never wanted this to happen to us. I hate myself for thinking that we couldn’t have our happy ending. This can’t be the end for us. I’m falling in love with you JJ Maybank, so please don’t leave me now.” I sobbed into his shoulder.

================================

Hope this was worth the wait! I loved how this turned out!

193 notes · View notes

lochrannn · 3 years ago

Link

Warnings: Sexual Content (M Rating)

Characters: Lila Pitts; Diego Hargreeves; Allison Hargreeves; Klaus Hargreeves; Hargreeves Siblings (background)

Relationship: Lila Pitts/Diego Hargreeves

Roommates AU; Fake Marriage; Slow Burn; Mutual Pining; Emotional H/C

Chapter 6/?

Lila picks up the letter with the marriage license from the letterbox when she comes home from running some errands only a few days after they applied for it. She recognises that it’s from city hall and hesitates for a moment as it’s addressed to Diego and could honestly be anything, how would she know, but she’s desperately impatient so she decides to open the letter and just give it a cursory look and apologise for snooping through his mail later if it turns out to be something else.

As it is, in fact, the marriage license, Lila gets on the phone right away and books an appointment at the courthouse for a wedding in a week’s time, apparently managing to get a slot that just opened up again earlier in the morning, as the waiting time would otherwise have been a couple more weeks. The clerk at city hall had very kindly explained to them how to go about booking a courthouse wedding and what that would entail, otherwise Lila would have been back at square one again even with the license.

All they need to bring is their necessary documentation and a single witness. Lila really hopes Diego has someone he can ask, because she doesn’t want to get one of her coworkers to come along.

She explains this to Diego when he turns up in the evening and he doesn’t even blink at the fact that she opened the letter addressed to him and then suggests he could ask Klaus to be their witness.

“I can ask my brother to take some pictures as well, so we have them as proof for the visa proceedings.” Diego muses.

“Who, Klaus?” Lila asks a bit confused why Diego wouldn’t just refer to him by name, seeing as she’s already met him.

“No, Ben.” Diego says, a bit distracted, as he reads through the letter that she handed him.

“You have another brother?” Lila asks, surprised.

Diego gives her a blank look for a second, then says, “Uh, I have four brothers…”

“And a sister?” Lila puts together, her voice a little high in disbelief.

“Two sisters, actually… all adopted.” Diego shrugs noncommittally, “I guess we’ll have to go through all of that before the interview process.”

Lila could kick herself, because she forgot to ask him exactly what the interview could possibly entail as she’d not heard of it before Diego mentioned it back at city hall. She’s relatively certain that the image that pops into her head of her pretending to be some kind of nineteen fifties housewife in a hoop skirt and delicate curls, who has to fawn over her breadwinner husband while a government agent takes notes, is probably not exactly what they are in for.

But before she can ask about the interview this time, Diego asks tentatively, “Uhm, have you thought about what you’re gonna wear?”

Lila is sitting on the arm of the couch, Diego standing not too far away from her, very strenuously looking down at the letter in his hand. Lila crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, but says nothing, and after a moment Diego does look at her and is immediately flustered.

“I’m not— It’s not… It’s just, if we’re taking pictures, we can’t look too shabby, but it’s also just a courthouse wedding, so we can’t look too fancy either.”

“You think I might turn up to my wedding looking shabby?” Lila asks in an even tone, but she tries very hard to give it an edge and tries even harder not to start laughing out loud at the look of panic that makes its way onto Diego’s face.

“That’s not… I didn’t mean…” he stammers, but Lila takes sympathy and interrupts him to say, not unkindly, “I have a dress I can wear.”

“Ok,” Diego says, clearly relieved that she didn’t end up getting annoyed at him again, and a tiny part of Lila is filled with a little bit of guilty regret for making him feel like he can’t say anything to her without the danger of her blowing up at him. He’s doing her a massive favour, apparently despite the fact he seems to think of her as some kind of raging bitch. It’s not like she can entirely blame him, but for some reason that thought really twists something in the pit of her stomach.

Which is odd, because she usually couldn’t give a flying toss about what people think of her.

In the end the day somehow arrives much sooner than she expected and Lila finds herself stepping out of her room in a short red cotton dress that hangs a little loosely off the thin straps across her shoulder but is cinched at the waist with a drawstring with a bow, and she’s put on a pair of black high heel sandals.

She hears Diego in the kitchen, so she makes her way over and when she finds him she is hit by the view of Diego in a pair of very nicely fitted grey suit trousers, a matching jacket, and what must be a black t-shirt underneath as he’s pouring himself a cup of coffee. For a second Lila can’t work out if she’s completely underdressed by comparison, or whether Diego is just wearing the heck out of his clothes, but then he notices her and gives her a once over with a strange expression.

“You look… uh… really, uhm, cute,” he says, a bit hesitantly.

“Ah shit,” Lila says, a bit frustrated, “this is way too casual… Hold on, I can take another look in my cupboard…” but Diego interrupts her. “No, Lila, honestly, you look lovely! You’re perf— It’s perfect! Not too flashy, but you look very nice, really!” Diego says in a reassuring tone and despite the fact she doesn’t quite feel like she’s actually struck the balance, she’s finding it hard not to believe him, he does sound awfully sincere.

Diego drives them to the courthouse and Lila is very intrigued by his car. It's classic Chevy and it’s a bit of a banger of a thing, but inside it smells of leather seats and very faintly of Diego’s aftershave, and Lila is weirdly comforted by that, considering her stomach is rolling with nerves. She’s not even sure why. This means nothing, they are doing this so she can get a visa and yet Lila wonders whether she’d honestly be significantly more nervous if this was her real wedding.

On their way they pick up Klaus, who is wearing a sarong and a tie dye crop top and Lila is interested to see that Diego doesn’t comment at all on the outfit, so neither does she. Then they pick up Diego’s other brother, Ben, who’s wearing a leather jacket over a hoodie, Lila can see as he approaches the car. A lot more sensibly dressed than Klaus, but still a little casual for a wedding. Then again, Lila thinks, he’s mostly only there to take the photos, so it doesn’t actually matter.

The first thing Ben does, as he climbs into the car, is make a snide comment at Klaus’s attire and Klaus shoots back with something equally insulting and after a short back and forth Diego interrupts them in annoyance, “Shut the fuck up back there, or I swear, I’m gonna pull someone off the sidewalk to be the witness, and I’m sure we can get the officiant to take a couple of pictures!”

The two brothers in the backseat take that as an invitation to have an argument amongst themselves about the ungratefulness they have to deal with and Diego rolls his eyes at them in the rearview mirror, but Lila catches the fond smile that etches it’s way across his lips and she’s quite certain that she wasn’t meant to see that. She’s glad she did.

She’s also glad that Diego has apparently told his brothers the purpose of their wedding, which means they don’t have to pretend in front of them and only need to start acting like a couple as they are called into the ceremonial office twenty minutes after their actual appointment.

The officiating judge seems harassed and in a hurry and just makes a grabbing motion as they enter. Diego catches on right away. Maybe, Lila muses, he deals with people like this all the time in his job, so he hands over all of their documents that they have compiled in one file.

The judge gives the paperwork a very thorough look, while Lila and Diego stand a little awkwardly in front of her desk.

“Okay, this all seems fine. Can I see the witness’s ID?” she says looking over the rim of her glasses at Ben.

“Oh, that’s me!” chirps Klaus and flounces over to the desk and hands the judge a passport that Lila doesn’t want to think about where he’d been keeping it on his person.

“Alright!” Says the judge and pulls a form out of a tray and starts writing their names on it in what looks, from where Lila can see it, like remarkably tidy cursive.

“Well then, are you, Diego Hargreeves, free lawfully to marry Lila Pitts?” she asks in a very official sounding voice.

Diego, much like Lila herself, must be a bit taken aback at how quickly they got to this part but rallies and says, in an unwavering voice, “I am!”

The judge turns to her and Lila swallows hard as she hears, “Are you, Lila Pitts, free lawfully to marry Diego Hargreeves?”

“I am!” Lila answers without hesitation, maybe she even sounds a bit rushed, but she hasn’t got the time to think about whether that is in any way embarrassing, because the judge just plows on, “Ok, then you sign here and here,” she points at the two gaps and Diego lets Lila go first. Then the judge says quite impatiently, “Witness?” and Klaus hurries over to put down his own name.

“Great! Then, by the power vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife!” the judge says, reaching for a stamp and then distractedly adding, “You may kiss the bride.”

Lila watches as Diego’s eyes go wide, and she can’t blame him for that. For some incomprehensible reason she had also not thought about the fact that this might come up.

Diego looks at the judge for a second, but she’s busy sorting out their paperwork, then he looks at Lila and she gives him a half smile and a tiny shrug, because they can hardly just back out of this part now and Ben is just there with his camera at the ready, so Lila feels emboldened by the thought that this is probably really useful evidence for the immigration file, and she’s just about to reach for Diego, as his hand gently lands on the side of her face and in surprise she covers it with her own, and then his lips are softly pressing against her mouth.

She doesn’t even notice that she’s closed her eyes, but for a moment all she can focus on is the warmth of Diego’s hand on her face, the gentle breath that ghost across her cheek as he slowly breaths out of his nose, and the tension in his lips as they move gently against hers. Then he starts pulling away and a deep sense of loss settles into a spot just behind her breast bone just before Diego ever so slightly brushes his lips against hers for one more moment and then he’s gone and Lila almost over balances. She just about manages not to fall forwards and hopes nobody noticed that for a beat she turned into a swooning damsel.

Things turn into a blur then. They are dismissed hastily by the judge and then find themselves outside the courthouse. Klaus has produced a bottle of champagne and some paper cups from somewhere and Ben encourages them to pose for a few pictures in which they are toasting their newly established matrimony.

Lila downs the first cup of champagne she’s handed and immediately asks for a second and Diego gives her a slightly bewildered look, but at this point the day has been too much for her already and she no longer has the energy to feel embarrassed.

“C’mon!” Klaus then says clapping his hands together decisively, “We need to get a few more pictures of the happy couple,” and adds in a loud stage whisper, “for the whole visa things.”

Lila catches a glimpse of how Diego’s jaw tightens in response and when she looks back at Klaus there is decidedly a glint in his eye, and Lila is relatively certain that they are having some kind of unspoken communication literally over the top of her head.

Klaus glides over to stand beside Ben and in the meantime Lila suddenly feels Diego’s arm coming around the back of her and landing on her waist. But his grip is loose and he doesn’t pull her in and she’s unsure of how to go about this herself, so she fusses for a moment before putting her arm around his waist as well and then leaning into him just a bit and putting her other hand against his side.

Apparently encouraged by the fact that she’s not pulled away, Diego’s grip on her tightens and Lila makes the mistake of looking up at him, and their eyes meet and she freezes.

Diego’s eyes are impossibly soft as he’s looking back at her and for a moment Lila wonders whether that means anything. Then she slowly starts panicking as she thinks about whether she wants it to mean anything and just as Diego clears his throat and it almost seems like he wants to say something, Klaus shouts, “Lovely! And now kiss!”

Both Lila and Diego swivel round to look at Klaus but he just gives them an encouraging hand gesture, so they turn back to each other and this time a bit awkwardly press their lips against each other, noses bumping a bit uncomfortably.

It’s not a terrible kiss, Lila has had worse, but it certainly has nowhere near the effect on her that the one in the judge's office did. As she makes a little displeased noise in the back of her throat and Diego pulls away instantly with an expression that looks about as frustrated as she feels, Lila is suddently completely off kilter. In one instant she feels like she might get lost in his eyes and the next they can’t even manage an even slightly romantic kiss despite the fact they have already done so much more together.

Apparently Klaus is also not particularly impressed by their display because he says, irritation in his voice, “Are you kidding me? What was that? Come on you guys, you’re young and hot and… well… not so much unattached, but you know what I mean, you should manage a more passionate kiss than that even if it’s just for the camera! Stop kissing like you would your grandma!”

“Shut the fuck up, Klaus!” Diego growls and Lila can feel him tense next to her, but she’s too busy gaping at Klaus and asks at the same time as Diego speaks, “How the fuck do you kiss your grandma?”

“Never you mind!” Klaus grins at her with a little flick of the hand, “Anyway, we need more passion, right Benny?” he adds, elbowing his brother enthusiastically.

“I’m just the photograoher!” Ben says, raising his hands in defense, one of them still holding his camera, “But yeah that was pretty lame.”

“Fuck you both!” Diego says angrily and Lila definitely shares the sentiment but doesn’t get a chance to voice it, because all of a sudden, she’s vertical, with Diego’s arm firmly behind her back pressing her up against his chest, his other hand at the back of her knee pulling it up against his hip and he is properly kissing her this time.

Almost on autopilot, as her brain has momentarily stopped working, Lila wraps one arm around Diego’s neck, threads her other hand into his hair, and when his tongue runs along the seam of her lips, she opens her mouth and licks into his before he even gets any further. Diego makes a tiny whining noise and Lila automatically presses herself harder against him, even though she’s basically suspended in mid air with only one foot on the ground.

Then there’s a loud whoop from somewhere off to the side and as suddenly as she was tipped backwards, Diego pulls her back upright and then she’s standing unsteadily on her own, already desperately missing the sensation of pressing up against Diego’s warm, solid body and the wet heat of his mouth on hers.

It’s become a habit by now.

Diego will go to bed and then lie awake staring up at the ceiling for hours, trying to sort out his thoughts.

But today is particularly bad. It’s past two in the morning and he’s not slept a single minute, despite the fact he didn’t get in that late.

After the ceremony, he invited Lila, Klaus, and Ben out for lunch, mostly to thank his brothers for their help and because his stepmom had taught him how to be at least somewhat classy, so he wasn’t going to marry a girl and then not at least take her out to dinner – or lunch in this case – even if it was a sham wedding. Then he’d driven them all home and as he couldn’t afford to take a full day off, made his way back to his office in a daze.

When he got back in the evening, the apartment was already dark and he couldn’t hear any sounds coming from Lila’s room, so he assumed she’d gone to bed and almost felt guilty at how relieved he was not to bump into her.

Fuck, here he is, lying awake in bed, his wife in the other room—Jesus Christ, his wife!—and he can’t even face her.

But he just can’t work out how to be around her, now.

He has no doubt anymore about the fact that he’s in love with Lila but that realisation has almost made things worse.

For a moment, when he stupidly let himself be goaded into kissing her for the photos, he started imagining that she was kissing him back with the same fervor as he was feeling. It felt so real, he’s not even entirely sure he imagined it, but he worries that he’s just seeing what he wants to see.

He even contemplated telling her about how he feels, but that just wouldn’t be fair, even if a tiny part of him hopes that maybe there is a remote chance that she could at least feel something for him beyond friendship. But it would be so unfair on her if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. They entered their deal under very specific terms and he can’t just go and make things awkward for her, just because he can’t handle being close to Lila without wanting to pull her in and kiss her senseless. He does wonder, though, if he maybe could talk to her about it once she has her visa, once she has options. She wouldn’t be stuck with him then and wouldn’t have to continue pretending to be in a relationship any longer.

Fuck, this is all so messed up, Diego thinks, angry with himself for not being able to keep his feelings under control better. But who is he kidding, that’s never been his strong suit.

He abandons the idea of getting any sleep, so he rolls out of bed and pulls on a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt and hopes that a run around the neighborhood might tire him out enough that he can maybe catch at least a little bit of sleep.

#otp: just be gentle #lila pitts #diego hargreeves #dielila #diego x lila #diego/lila #tua #the umbrella academy #fanfic #ongoing fic

3 notes · View notes

wintersongstress · 4 years ago

Note

So 👀 you have inspired me to think about making gifs and/or edits 👀 and I don’t know shit about either. Care to throw some tips at ya girl? 👀 I ain’t even know what the first gah damn step is

I’m really flattered that I’ve inspired you 🥺 I’d be happy to help you get started!

HOW I MAKE A GIF 101:

1. The first step is acquiring the software needed to create gifs—which means you need Photoshop. I use Photoshop CC and it costs $10 a month with the plan I have. There’s also cracked versions available, but from what I hear they might not be as reliable at times and can be buggier. It’s up to you if you want the cracked or legitimate version. Either way I’m not judging you 😂

2. Gifs are made from video footage, so to begin the process you’ll need footage on your computer. The higher the quality the better. Since I make gaming edits, I record from my PS4 using the share button. I privately upload onto youtube and download them onto my computer. I can also plug a flashdrive into my PS4, but I don’t have a decent one. If the footage is captured on my computer then I don’t have to go through the hassle. You might a screen recording software. I have a PC and with windows 10 I can record by pressing the windows key, alt, and R.

When you have those two things, you’re ready to make a gif! Here are the actual steps to my process. (please note, this is just a tutorial on how to make a basic gif. I’m not going in-depth on my coloring processes and what filters I use and such.)

(I apologize for my screenshots being the best 😖)

The first thing you do once you open PS is to go to File, and then from the drop-down menu click Import, and from there Video Frames to Layers. So what we’re doing here is opening up the footage in PS and loading it into frames. Next, a file explorer window will pop up.

(Yes laugh. I have a folder for heart memes and Arthur. Mind your own business 😂)

So since I download my uploads off of youtube, they are stored in my downloads folder, so I go there to find them and select the clip I want. For today’s example I’ll do a clip from Ghost of Tsushima. Click open.

This will be your next screen. Here it’s asking to select a range from which to make layers. You’ll notice two beginning and ending slider bars you can use to crop between what part of the video you want to gif. Also note the setting I have of limiting to every 2 frames. Click OK.

Once that loads, your screen should look like this. If it doesn’t, go to the Window tab in the header bar above and make sure Adjustments, History, Layers, and Timeline are checked off. You can customize your workspace layout however you wish.

So now you have a timeline bar that let’s you play through the frames. Make sure on the bottom left you change Once to Forever. This controls how much the timeline will loop. During my process I play through it and look for where I actually want my gif to start and end, so I do delete frames as needed. When I’m satisfied with the range, I select all of my frames (there’s a short cut in the hamburger menu ≡ up to the right of the timeline bar, click it and find select all frames) and I select all of my layers in the layers window on the right (click first frame and hold the shift key until you select the last frame).

With everything selected, I now change the frame delay. If you notice on the bottom on each individual frame there’s a decimal number and a downwards arrow. This is the time that elapses before the next frame plays and so on and so forth. I click that arrow and a menu will pop up. Typically, most gifs have a frame delay of 0.05, but I personally find that too fast for game gifs so I set mine to 0.07. Again, everyone is different, you use what works for you. Anyways if you want to set the delay to 0.05 click Other... from that menu.

Then just type in the amount you want and click OK.

Now it’s time for the real work to begin. On the bottom left of your timeline panel, click square with the icon of a stack of bars with a slider. This will convert the gif into a video timeline.

Shit’s gonna look like this now ^

Next, go to the Filter menu from the header bar and select Covert to Smart Filters

Once it’s converted, go back to the Filter menu and go to Sharpen.

Select Smart Sharpen.

A new window will pop up.

Everyone uses different settings, but I typically go with Amount at 500% and Radius at 0.3. This is something you can experiment with, each gif may require different levels of sharpening. I know 150% is another popular option for the amount. Choose whatever you think looks best and makes the image clearer. Sharpening is a very important step.

Now, you’re free to experiment with coloring using the adjustments panel. I’ll typically tinker around with Brightness/Contrast, Levels, Curves, Vibrance, Color Balance, Photo Filter, and Selective Color. I do all of my colorings from scratch and just go by what I think looks good, trusting my eye. Once you’re satisfied with how everything turned out, here’s the next step:

Go to the File menu, choose Export, and then Save for Web (Legacy).

Now comes the waiting. You can resize the gif before this step by going to the Image menu on top, and then Image size, and type in the dimensions you want. I personally don’t do this because it creates a transparent border around the gif? and it fucks with the specific filters I frequently use and makes it turn out ugly? So that’s why this step takes time for it load.

In the Image Size box here I type in the dimensions I want. Usually I always do a width of 540, your typical rectangular gif. Hit enter and it will start to resize again. Please note that the Animation box I have the Looping Option set to Forever. That’s very important. Again, everyone is gonna use different settings here based on what they think looks best. I use Quality: Bicubic, Selective coloring and Diffusion dithering. Some people using Pattern dithering and Adaptive coloring.

Once your gif is all ready you can click save. This window will also tell you the size of the gif in that left corner. And that’s it. That’s how you make a gif.

It’s a trial and error process and it takes so much practice. You’re gonna get frustrated, it’s gonna take awhile to learn your way around photoshop, and you’re gonna have to look things up sometimes. There’s many great resource blogs on tumblr for this as well, but for the most part I learned by doing and experimenting.

I know this was long but I hope I explained the process well? Feel free to shoot me more questions if not, I’m always down to help out with this.

Good luck! ♥

#xii-twelve #asks #gif tutorial #ps ask #if this has typos i'm sorry...i'm just sleepy 😂

24 notes · View notes

electronicdelusionstarlight · 5 years ago

Text

The thing is, magical girl decostructions have become such synonims with bleak, awful "child soldiers forced into the hunger games and the Iraq War" shit I just want a deconstruction that keeps up the tone and spirit of the genre, which is so fucking easy?

Like, for example, here's a Overlord (The Triumph Games Game) scenario.

A high school girl, as plain and as gloomy as possible, lives with her widower mother. Her father was, like, a cemetery warden or a undertaker or something, and her mother is this gentle florist who used to work across the street from him.

While High School Girl (from now on MC) was in early middle school, a alien race of monsters came to earth, allied with the local monster community, and waged war against creation. Your standard group of Magical Girls show up and kill the leader of the alien army after a climatic battle.

Now the world is dealing with the aftermath. The Magical Girls have disbanded, some stay active as superheroines, some as activists, some are out of the spotlight all together, and the surviving members of the alien and monster invaders are either in hiding or captured into labor camps. But it's ok since they are alien monsters right?

Anyway, back to MC. She's gloomy and goth coded because of course she is, her best friend/love interest is a happy go lucky dumbass that dresses exclusivelly in Red, she's growing up and her mother keeps trying to have a talk with her about the "changes" she might be about to experience and MC keeps shooting her down before she can start.

One night the MC, who keeps getting headaches for a while, is getting home from school and "senses" someone following her, it's a mountain wearing a trenchcoat, black eyeglasses and a hat, hiding behind the tiniest street lamp pole as soon as they realize she's seen them.

She goes onto a mad dash because that's fucking scary which brings her to a park where the stalker reaches her byt also one of the Magical Girls show up! But it's, like, the lancer one, who became effectively a Cop after the war, and was sent there to patroll because the local centre for monster controll just revealed two strong monster signals there, so her Kyubey like thingy tells her that that girl running toward her screaming (in fear) is actually one of them and needs to be captured for questioning so Magical Girl Cop attacks her with a beam of light but then the person in a trench coat jumps in front of her and protects her from the beam.

The trench coat dissolves to reveal a scaly bait ultra buffed dragon man using his body as a shield and telling her if she's alright, and that he's there to protect her, and Magical Girl Cop recognizes him as one of the Alien King 7 liutenants, the Dragon of Greed Fafnir, he blows some poison smoke out and in the kerfuffle Fafnir manages to get the MC away.

He brings her to her mothers home who apparently knows him and scolds him for showing up at all and MC is confused so we have some good old fashioned explenation time.

Her dad was actually the Alien Monster Demon King, he fell in love with her mother, a simple human florist and part time witch.

He tried to make the world a better place for monsters aliens alike, but the Magical Girls cropped up and stopped his vision, according to Fafnir.

Her mother, now confirmed as a monster fucker that pegs, then corrects him by saying that he was still a ruthless warlord and a terrorist, even if his cause was just, and she will not have her daughter take his place as Queen of the Monsters so young, even now that her powers are awakening.

MC takes on the role as Queen of the Monsters to save her people from the condition they are in. She attempts diplomacy at first but it fails so she ends up becoming Magneto instead.

Her best friend/love interest is also the former leader of the Magical Girls, now forced to get back in action for the new threat. Hate Square with 2 people shenanigans ensue.

Monsters and Demons attacks are then shown in the light of reactions rather than malicious actions, like a bear monster cubs getting stolen, or having to liberate a construction site that is using monsters as slave work, the usual gist done in a monster of the week format with some plot.

It ends with the MC efforts getting rewarded, making a society of true equality between humans and monsters, and resolving the hate square between the leader magical girl and the villainess by having them finally date after everything's said and done.

There, decostruction done, it's lighharted, there's a bit of seriousness, and no one had to be graphically decapitated on screen to have this.

#magical girl #decostruction #anime #eh #fantasy

22 notes · View notes

shefanispeculator · 5 years ago

Link

Enjoy watching Blake Shelton's Lake House video for a peak inside Blake's Oklahoma lifestyle across both his Lake Texoma House and his 1,300 acre ranch property.

Watch Blake Shelton’s Lake House video to see why Oklahoma living is the perfect escape from city life for Gwen Stefani and her three sons. Blake and Gwen, have been dating over 4 years as the couple started dating in 2015 after splitting from their former spouses. Blake and Gwen’s relationship appears to just get stronger every year and Gwen’s family has made frequent trips to visit Blake’s two Oklahoma properties. Watch the video to discover why Gwen’s family loves visiting Blake in Oklahoma and see additional details about each Oklahoma property below.

Blake and Gwen’s Oklahoma Lifestyle

Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani will continue to split their time between Oklahoma and Los Angeles, which seems to be working out just fine. Gwen’s entire family has visited Oklahoma including her parents, brother and kids. The Lake House is where Blake wrote and recorded his album “Lake Texohma Shore” and the house has a built in recording studio. This is also where Blake recently recorded his “Hell Right” song that features Trace Adkins. Gwen Stefani and her kids enjoy plenty of adventures at Blake’s two Oklahoma properties including: shooting hoops on the outdoor basketball court, riding ATVs, riding around on Blake’s big tractor, fishing, making bon fires, and swimming. If you don’t want to cook, the family can always take a trip to Blake’s Ole Red restaurant venue in nearby Tishomingo. In a prior interview with Marie Claire, Gwen stated, “It’s very tribal,” she said. “Blake has a sister, she comes with her kids. We cook and get muddy and dirty. There are ATVs. Being a mother of three boys, it’s kind of the perfect place…”

In Oklahoma, the family eats down home cooking and there is not a Starbucks in sight. The entire family can relax not be chased around by the Paparazzi.

Blake Shelton’s Lake House (Texoma Shores)

The backyard of the Lake House is the center point of the property with a giant swimming pool and an attached swim-up tiki bar. There are also three hut-style guest quarters complete with grass roofs. The master bedroom features a balcony that overlooks the pool and lake. The tropical-themed home has it’s own private beach shoreline of Lake Texoma as the largest lake in the state of Oklahoma. Blake was born in Ada, Oklahoma that is not far from Lake Texoma. Blake enjoys the tropical feel of vacationing, he decided to bring a bit of that to the heartland and added several palm trees on the property. The all-white tropical home features aqua blue doors and shutters and a great view of the pool and lake.

Next, we take a look at Blake’s Oklahoma ranch property that is just a 1 hour drive from the Lake House and 5 minutes from Tishomingo, Oklahoma.

Blake Shelton’s Oklahoma Ranch Property (Ten Point Ranch)

The ranch is just outside of the small town of Tishomingo, Oklahoma with a reported population of less than 4,000 residents. Blake has called Tishomingo his home for over a decade (after moving from Nashville), and his ranch is an impressive 1,382-acres acre property with a house, horse barn and shed to store his tractor. Blake is an avid outdoors-man and enjoys hunting, fishing, planting crops, and riding horses. The ranch provides plenty of space do be outdoors and do everything he loves. Gwen Stefani has grown to love the area and enjoys riding horses and escaping the Los Angeles Paparazzi. Blake even planted Gwen her very own wildflower patch, which Shelton prepared for her with his tractor.

Blake’s restaurant and attached “Dog House” music/dance venue is located 214 W. Main in Tishomingo, OK. The small town is close to both the Lake House and the Ten Point Ranch. The Ten Point ranch is currently listed for sale since around 2017, for $4.7M. This appears to be a sign that Blake plans on spending more time at the Texoma shore Lake House. The house on the ranch has 4 bedrooms and 2 baths and is more of a hunting property versus Blake’s Texoma Shore lake property that has plenty of housing for over 20 guests.

Here is a description of the Ten Point ranch from the Property Real Estate listing:

Description of Ten Point Ranch Listed for $4.7M

“This spectacular 1382 +/- acre sporting ranch is one of the best in Oklahoma, only 2.5 hrs. from Dallas, Texas and Oklahoma City, Okla. This ranch is outfitted for the serious hunters and has been managed for years for hunting. This world class ranch offers a spacious 2,150 +/- sq. ft. four bedroom, 2 bath barndominium home, a two-stall horse barn, and a 1,440 sq. ft metal implement shed. The Ranch has over 30/- acres of established plots for waterfowl hunting. There is an additional 100 acres of high fence, all strategically placed on the Ranch.

The ranch provides great hunting for deer, hogs and turkey. Additional regional recreational opportunities include excellent trout fishing on scenic Blue River and striper fishing on Lake Texoma. Lake Texoma is less than a mile from the ranch and has tremendous crappie, bass and striper fishing. The Tishomingo National Wildlife Refuge is across Highway 22 from the Ranch. The Refuge has fabulous birding and hiking opportunities. For the boating enthusiast Lake Texoma is a spectacular lake for water skiing and boating”.

Blake an Gwen’s Kids

Blake Shelton’s music video for “I’ll Name the Dogs” has cameo appearances from Gwen’s kids including Kingston, Zuma, and their cousin, Stella all dancing around. In the music video, Blake plays a wedding singer at the marriage ceremony of an elderly couple. Zuma and Kingston are the cousin are briefly shown all dressed up, and dancing at the wedding celebration.

Family Life in Los Angeles

Gwen finally sold her prior Los Angeles home she once shared with ex-husband, Gavin Rossdale. Gwen purchased the home in 2006; with 15,000 square feet, seven beds, and seven and a half baths. Her prior house featured a pool, fitness center, guest house, and tennis court. Gwen Stefani house had been on the market for quite some time, initially listed for $45 million. In early October 2019, Variety reported that comedian Sebastian Maniscalco had purchased the home for $21.65 million.

Gwen’s Former House

Blake Shelton spends plenty of time in Los Angeles every year. When he is in the city, Shelton and Stefani spend time with the three boys: Kingston, Zuma, and Apollo. They often attend Stefani’s church in Los Angeles as well as taking trips to visit her parents. With no children of his own, Blake seems to enjoy playing the role of step-dad Several news sources have published that Blake and Gwen have purchased a Los Angeles property and are renting a Los Angeles home until their property is ready to move in. Our research has not found any photos or confirmation of the Los Angeles properties. We look forward to the next chapter of Gwen and Blake’s adventures with her three sons.

Watch this quick Instagram clip where Blake professes his Love for Gwen Stefani:

Remember to share this video update with other Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani fans.

8 notes · View notes

georgiahnd2photography · 5 years ago

Text

Clean White- First Attempt

My first attempt of creating a clean white image was a challenge. first of we were to use a light meter and get the background to be equally lit throughout the whole background, which took a while as if you changed the power on one it would alter the middle so you had to start over. once we got the background lights ok we then had to attempt to get the subject to be completely a silhouette. This was also a challenge as the lights from behind would reflect on the sides of the models neck etc. We ended up using two black sides of the polyboards at each side of the subject to help with the light spillage and reduce the amount of light bouncing back onto the model.

This was the attempt of the silhouette.

We had to shoot twice the first day as for some reason all the images had a pink toned background which was really strange and they also were a lot darker than they were on the camera. But this helped us realise that we should always check our images on a computer or larger than the picture on the camera itself, before packing up or moving on...

This was the first attempt that day.

Once we had the silhouettes and the background lights good enough we then moved onto adding our key lighting for the subject. i wanted to do a 45 degree light using a small soft box. The image came out ok i did crop both of the image to a square format as i preferred what it looked like but i’m just experimenting right now. I also changed from colour to B&W as i wanted to get the idea of what it is going to look like in my final clean white shot.

This is the Edited image with the background lit and using my key lighting source...

#cleanwhite

3 notes · View notes

distressedpanda · 5 years ago

Text

Her Song (Loki x OFC) Part 2

Warnings: Mild Violence (Male against Female), Language, Angst, Slow Burn

A/N: I feel like everything thing I have been writing lately has been slightly out of character. Loki is more vulnerable in this fic and to me that would make him susceptible to feelings. I don't really get into to that too much in this chapter but I feel like I need to explain it before it happens.

As always, your comments fuel my writing! If you want to be tagged just let me know! Gets a read more for length.

Part 1

Freshly showered, designer ripped jeans and a black spaghetti string crop top covering her essentials. Her hair flowing lose, long and curly down her back. A simple pair of black leather square-heeled boots on her feet. She decided not to wear a bra, not like she really needed one anyway. Not exactly blessed in that department.

Assessing her appearance in the full length mirror on the bathroom door, she could easily slay any man. Her facial features were all gentle curves, from the slope of her nose to the pout of her lips. She had never needed make-up, complexion flawless, cheeks just the right shade of rose, and lips just the right shade of pink to compliment her beige skin tone.

Of course, she was about to take on a God, but really what was the difference when it came to the male species.

Making her way to the kitchen for dinner, she discovered Tony had ordered pizza tonight. She was late, and the only ones left in the kitchen, were Thor and Loki.

Perfect.

She grabbed two slices of the pepperoni pizza, dropping them onto a plate. She carted it and a bottle of water, joining the two at the table.

Thor was sitting at the end of the table, finishing off his last slice of what appeared to be an entire box to himself. Loki was sitting in the seat on Thor's left and had an untouched slice in front of him.

Pulling a chair out further down the table, she watched out of the corner of her eye, as Loki furrowed his brow and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You could sit closer and be social,” Loki spoke sarcastically.

Letting her hair fall across her face to hide her smirk, she reveled at the fact that he was taking the bait. This is going to be easier than I thought.

Wiping her face of any expression, she raised her head to look down the table at the two. “I wouldn't want to interrupt anything.” She kept her voice small, meek, and sweet, pushing the chair back into place. She took a tentative step toward them, but didn't take a seat. Arching her back and emphasizing what little chest she had. They may be small, but they were perky and should still have the desired affect.

Thor smiled around his mouthful, then swallowed thickly, “Come, Iloa. Keep Loki company. Perhaps you can convince him to try this glorious meal called, pizza.” With that he shoved the last of the slice into his mouth. He beckoned her down the table with a hand, “I was just leaving,” he mumbled around the bite, standing and taking the empty box to the trash.

She watched Loki give Thor a look filled with daggers. Thor grinned widely completely unfazed and winked at his brother, quickly leaving the room. Loki rolled his eyes at his brothers retreating form. So they have talked about me.

She smirked again, not bothering to hide it this time. Loki eyed her cautiously, as she took the seat Thor had just vacated. She dropped her plate unceremoniously on the table, depositing the bottle as well. If Thor's abrupt exit was any indication, her question was pretty much answered. But she knew that under her influence, Loki would spill his deepest darkest secrets if she wanted them.

Loki assumed a dispassionate air, that didn't have Iloa fooled. The silence lingered for a moment, before he huffed a sigh. She glanced around the slice of pizza she had been taking small bites off of, quirking a brow innocently at him, “What?” she asked, before taking another bite.

Leaning forward and dropping his forearms on to the table, he looked pissed, “What do you want?” He growled at her.

OK, so grumpy Loki is sexy as hell, noted. She swallowed her bite, “Who said I wanted anything, Loki? Wasn't it you that invited me down here to be,” she dropped the half finished slice back on her plate, making air quotes with her fingers, “Social?”

He rolled his eyes, leaning back into his chair again, “Well, yes, I did.” His voice sounded slightly defeated.

If she was going to have an opening for this tune it would be now. Her ability worked better on the weak minded when it came to influencing and not killing or healing. Hearing this slight vulnerability from Loki, she knew she had to take the chance or end up having to fish for another opportunity.

Grabbing the water bottle, she hummed low, making like she was twisting the top off. She watched his eyes glaze over turning a pale green, and didn't fight the delighted grin that spread across her lips. Returning the bottle to the table and singsonging her words, she kept him under her influence, “Tell me, Loki, why did you want me to be social?”

She continued the hum, as he spoke in a trance like voice, “You intrigue me,” he admitted.

Propping an elbow on the table, she nestled her chin into her hand, leaning forward. The action drawing him closer as well, “How so?”

He shock his head, as though fighting the influence. She raised her humming tune slightly, drawing him back under, “There is a spark between us,” he admitted, gritting his teeth.

He was fighting her, she could feel his brain reeling to gain control again. She knew she didn't have long, “So you feel it too? The electricity? The heat?” She sang.

He nodded, gritting his teeth, his hands shooting out to grip the edge of the table with a white knuckle grasp. He grimaced as if in pain, “Yes, I feel it. I felt it that first day. And every time since.”

She was going to hurt him if she didn't stop, dropping her hand from her chin to lay across one of his alarmingly pale hands. She changed her tune, singing, “You will forget this conversation, Loki. I have all that I need.”

Releasing his hand and her influence, she grabbed up the forgotten slice of pizza. She hadn't gotten all her questions asked, but she had enough to know that the arc between them wasn't one sided. That was something at least.

He blinked a few times releasing the table and flexing his fingers. He looked confused for a moment, then suddenly whirled on her, pinning her with a dagger-like glare.

She ignored his gaze. Biting off a large chunk of the pizza and chewing methodically, before swallowing as if nothing had happened. She hadn't used her ability on someone as strong willed as him but his current reaction was something she was very familiar with. Confusion, rage, denial, understanding, and then finally calm. She just had to wait it out.

Only, Loki didn't progress past rage, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!” he growled through grit teeth. His eyes burning lime green with his seiðr, she could feel the magic rolling off of him, smell it's thick heady scent.

Shit. She hadn't expected this. Instinctively, she drew back away from him, “What are you talking about?” she questioned, incredulously.

“You forget who I am, mortal!” He shot out of his chair, grabbing Iloa's throat in a tight grip. The pizza falling from her hand to the floor.

She gasped, as he lifted her out of her chair. Clinging to his arm, she grappled for freedom. He slammed her down against the floor, all the air leaving her lungs in a strangled huff. His snarling face moving so close to hers, their noses were almost touching. His chest pressed firmly against hers, her legs free and kicking helplessly against the floor.

“I am the God of Mischief. The God of Lies. The God of Illusions,” he punctuated each sentence by lifting her slightly and slamming her back down. A breathless cry left her bruised throat, but it had no magic behind it. Struggling as she was she couldn't concentrate well enough to use her voice to save herself. Her mind reeling for options of freedom. His hot breath burning her eyes and making them tear. “I know when my mind doesn't belong to me. I may not remember the conversation but I remember not remembering,” he spit at her, practically drooling with anger.

She gasped, clawing at his hand. Then she stilled, watching his brows stretch to his hairline. She relaxed her entire body. Her combat instincts kicking in, she accessed his strength. Her legs were abnormally strong and fast. She knew she could strike him hard enough to free herself, she was stronger than he knew. She could probably even bruise him, though she wouldn't be able to cause any real damage from this angle. Not without her voice and with oxygen continuing to leave her lungs but not return, it wasn't an option. The only way she was getting out of this was to use her speed against him, and the element of surprise.

Slowly drawing her knee up, she arched her back and kicked out at his side, quickly. Feeling the successful contact, and the resulting startled groan from him, his grip on her throat failed. She used the momentum from the impact to slide free of his grasp. Sliding her body easily and quickly away from him. Rolling over and facing him in a crouch. Her hands planted firmly on the floor, she gasped loudly. Pulling the sweet relief of air greedily into her lungs. She was suddenly grateful that her top had stayed where it should. Bad idea to go without a bra.

She kept her eyes locked on his, and was startled when he grinned at her. Slowly rising to his feet, seiðr disappearing from his gaze. He stretched a hand out to her. “You are fast, mortal.”

She stared at him and the proffered hand, still panting. He sighed his shoulders rising and falling dramatically with the motion. He rolled his eyes, “If I wanted to kill you, I would have.” He shook the outstretched hand at her.

“That doesn't exactly inspire confidence,” she croaked up at him. She wasn't sure if this was a trick.

He huffed, returning the hand to his side, "Then stay on the floor. See if I care,” he turned away from her, reclaiming his seat at the table. Sitting, he crossed his arms and lent back into the chair. He winced almost imperceptibly. Almost.

His eyes scanned her curiously, as she slowly rose from her crouch. Returning to the table, she took the seat across from him. He smirked, but said nothing. Her legs buckled beneath her, her body collapsing into the new chair. She rubbed her sore throat, beginning a low healing hum, to rid herself of the soreness and bruise she could feel there.

His eyes flashed bright with seiðr. His body snapping forward, hands slamming flat on the table, “Do not sing again,” he hissed the warning through his teeth.

She shook her head, removing her hand from her throat. She watched his eyes register the absence of bruising on her throat. “It wasn't for you,” she admitted, her voice much less hoarse now and his body visibly relaxed, eyes turning emerald again. His brow meeting in the middle, as he cautiously watched her.

“You have the ability to heal?” he asked, his monotone voice betraying no emotion.

She nodded in response, “And not just myself,” she said glancing down at his side. “Did I hurt you?”

He scoffed, “As if you could, mortal.” His sneering glance left her skin prickling with anger.

“I have a name,” she gritted through her teeth. “If you don't want my help, then all you have to do is say so. You don't have to lie.”

He lent back in the chair, the muscles in his neck flexing. She knew he was suppressing his pain. He was favoring the side she had kicked slightly, but he seemed to be too proud to admit he had any weakness. “Actually I do,” he smirked. Cocking her head, she quirked a brow at him questioningly. “God of Lies, remember.” He gestured at the place they had been on the floor, and winced at the movement.

She rolled her eyes at him, “I can heal that, ya know?”

He shook his head, “I am not injured. Even if I was, I could heal myself.”

“Oh good grief,” she said getting up and rounding the table to stand next to him. With him sitting and her standing (with her boots on) they were eye level with each other. Locking her gaze with his, “Quit with all the high and mighty I'm a God, bullshit. Just let me heal you already, ya big baby!”

His eyebrows became one with his hairline, “I beg your pardon?” Disbelief written all across his face.

“You heard me,” she shot back, cocking her hip to the side her hands planting themselves on her hips. “Let me see it.” She felt like she was scolding a child. And he was certainly acting like one.

He lent away from her, and she watched the shock turn into a grimace before flashing quickly to a scowl. “No one has ever dared speak to me, the way you do,” his tone less anger and more wonder.

“Well there is a first time for everything,” she knelt next to him and reached for the hem of his leather top. “Now let me see.”

He watched her hand for a moment and she thought he would deny her again. Then he sighed heavily and moved his arm allowing her to lift the tunic and the leather top. Exposing the growing bruise on his otherwise flawless alabaster skin. She ran her fingers across the deep purple almost black center, ignoring the tingle. The affected veins radiated out from it in different shades of blues, purples, and yellows. The heel on her boot had done the most damage.

He shivered, and she glanced up at him curiously. He swallowed, “Your fingers are cold,” he answered the unspoken question.

She grinned sweetly and this time it was genuine, “Sorry about that.” She placed one hand over the other, on the center of the bruise, “Stay still,” she commanded.

She closed her eyes, humming the healing tune. She could feel the flesh beneath her palms mending itself.

“Is this how you usually get someone's attention?” He suddenly asked.

Opening her eyes when he was healed, she shock her head. Grinning up at him, “I have never met anyone like you before. Could be why I acted so rashly.” Feeling heat grow in her once more, she quickly dropped her hands from his side. His tunic and leathers sliding back into place, as she stood and turned to go back to her chair.

She was stopped by his hand gripping her wrist suddenly. She looked down at the hand, a bolt of electricity shooting up her arm, as he spoke, “You could have just asked.”

Giving him a small snicker, “I was trying to save myself some embarrassment.” She heard him chuckle. She couldn't turn back around to face him. If she really admitted it to herself, it was easier to talk to him sincerely, if she didn't have the danger of getting captured by his emerald stare.

She heard the leather of his clothing rustle, and he dropped the hold on her hand. She moved to continue toward her seat, when she was suddenly pulled flush against his chest. His arms circling her bare waist. He nuzzled his face against the crown of her head, “Instead you got anger. How is that better?” His voice was slightly muffled in her hair, but she heard every word.

She shivered from his warm breath ghosting against her scalp. Heat and electricity pouring into long since forgotten places in her body and mind. He squeezed her gently and she bit into her bottom lip. She tried to capture coherent thoughts to answer him, but she was melting into his touch.

He squeezed her again, rougher, tighter this time, “Answer me,” he demanded, begged, and she gasped in response to the pressure around her waist.

“It didn't embarrass me,” she countered. Grasping his forearms, she dug her nails into his flesh.

He groaned, the pressure of his face against her head disappearing, “That does not answer the question.” He huffed, causing her hair to tickle against her skin.

She was trembling and attempted to hide it with a chuckle. “Of course it does. It's not my fault that you don't understand it.”

Loki pulled his arms from her grasp, placing his grip on her hips instead. He spun her quickly and she yelped not being able to stop the reaction. His hands left her body quickly, to grip the sides of his head. He grimaced and doubled over, causing her to take a step back away from him.

“Shit, I'm sorry, Loki,” she reached out placing her hand on his shoulder.

His eyes lifted to hers and he slowly dropped his hands, rising back up. Her hand sliding down to rest on his chest, “What was that?!”

She looked away from him, before answering, “You can't startle me.”

He lifted his hands in argument, “Well obviously, I succeeded. So that statement is a lie.”

She still wouldn't look up at him and dropped her hand, crossing her arms tightly around her waist. “I should rephrase then. I should have said, you shouldn't startle me.”

He stepped toward her, her eyes snapping to his feet at his approach. He reached out cautiously, allowing his hands to rest against her hips once again. “You don't answer anything directly, do you?”

She chuckled, “No. I guess I don't.”

One hand left her waist, sliding in between her hair and neck. His palm meeting her cheek, he forced her chin up with his thumb, capturing her gaze with his once more. “How do I get answers from you?"

She couldn't breathe. He was to close, his mouth nearly against hers. His hands on her bare skin. She placed her hands against his chest. Drawing in a stuttering breath, “You earn them.” She pushed away from him. Out of his grasp, she left the forgotten dinner right where it was, heading quickly for the kitchen door.

Just before she could pull it open, he was on her again. He didn't touch her. Instead he loomed over her, making her feel small once more. How does he have this power over me?

He placed both hands on the door on either side of her head, effectively keeping it closed. She glared up over her shoulder, meeting his devious eyes. He smirked, “I wasn't done, mortal. How do I earn them?”

She grit her teeth, glancing down at the door handle in her tightening grip. “Remembering that I have a name would help,” she growled.

He scoffed, “I know you have a name. I simply prefer calling you, mortal.”

Her eyes snapped to his again, “Why?”

He snickered, “Difference in status, my dear,” his voice sank low wrapping like velvet around the last two words.

“Let me go,” she whispered. That grin was driving her insane, she just wanted to reach up and smack it right off his face. Confusingly, she wanted to rise up and lay one hot passionate kiss on him, wiping the grin off that way as well. These simultaneous feelings had her swallowing past a growing lump in her throat and licking her dry lips. She wanted to escape, terrified he could hear the now rapid beat of her heart.

His eyes followed her tongue, “Did I offend you?” He feigned concern, that didn't reach the daring smirk still in his eyes.

She huffed loudly, dropping her head, allowing her hair to curtain her face and slumping her shoulders. If she couldn't get away from him using anger, she would attempt to use heartache instead. “You did, Loki.” She kept her voice low and hurt. “I know in your eyes, I am just a commoner. But if you truly got to know me, you would find so much more. You might even learn that I am more than common or mortal,” she let the sentence edge on wistful. Glancing back up at him, she watched the confusion dance in his eyes.

He stepped away from her, dropping his arms to his sides. “I meant no offense, honestly. I was raised . . .” he cut himself off sharply, shaking his head. He took another retreating step backwards, placing a fist over his heart and dipping his head, “Have a good night.”

She took the opportunity to open the door. Stepping around it, she thought she heard him add, “Iloa.” It was so low she wasn't sure he had actually spoken her name. It brought her up short for only a second. Then squaring her shoulders she made for her rooms, to a bed that was desperately calling her name.

#loki #fanfiction #loki x ofc #angst #slow burn

2 notes · View notes

reyloforcebalance · 6 years ago

Text

Bonded Chapter 35: Haven

The newest chapter to my Reylo fanfic (rated T). If you want to check out the previous chapters, here’s the link to AO3!

The Devaronian glances at his cards.

He has two— an eight and a ten— cradled in both hands. They’re slanted down so only he and his company can see them.

Daja sits to his right, her forearms resting on the table. She leans in, looking at the cards then at the silver-robed man sitting across from them.

He’s smirking, like he’s already won.

Rey sits to the left, scanning the table coolly. Everyone’s out of the game except their host and this slimy-looking merchant, cropped white hair slicked back, blue eyes twinkling smugly.

Yet, just under the confidence is a twinge of fear and a kind of grating, like something’s going up when it should be going down. It feels like a lie…

Rey starts to lean in.

But Daja beats her to the punch.

“He’s bluffing,” she whispers in their host’s ear.

The Devaronian squints, red skin wrinkling around his eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me.” Daja’s lips twist up. “I always know when someone’s bluffing.”

Their host stares at his cards. Then he nods, thick horns catching the light. He sits up, squaring his shoulders.

“I’ll see your raise…” He reaches for a stack of chips, lifting it gingerly and casting it on the pile. “And I’ll raise you fifty more.” He slides another stack towards the pot, the chips cascading over it.

For a split second, the merchant twitches.

But he regains composure quickly, that smooth, angled face becoming blank. He stares coolly at their host.

Then he shoots forward, pushing the rest of his chips into the pot. He sneers, sitting back.

The Devaronian widens his eyes. He looks down at his own chips, calculating what’s left. There’s just enough… barely.

He glances from side to side, trying to decide what to do.

“Trust me,” Daja whispers, placing a hand on his thigh. “I know this game, and I know when someone’s lying. I can practically smell it.” She nods to the merchant. “This guy’s playing you, and it’s time to call him on his shit.”

The Devaronian sucks in a breath, drumming thick fingernails on the table. He stares at his remaining chips.

Finally, he pushes out an exhale.

“You better be right, girl,” he mutters, sitting up.

“I’m always right.” Daja flashes a smile.

Their host shakes his head, but his lips are turned up. He leans in, pushing his remaining chips into the pot.

“Alright, skinny man.” The Devaronian leans back, crossing his arms. “Let’s see what makes you so confident.”

The silver-robed merchant glares, upper lip twitching. He stiffens, reaching for his cards. He turns one over slowly.

A ten.

Rey holds her breath, eyes fixed on the merchant.

He turns over another.

An eleven.

She feels a cold pang of fear rip through their host. She glances over and notices his hands are shaking.

But Daja looks completely relaxed, sitting back casually, smoothing the fabric of her purple gown.

The merchant turns over his last card. The entire table gasps the instant it’s revealed.

A six.

Daja snickers, wiggling as she sits up. She winks at their host.

There’s a swell in his chest now. He’s smiling greedily, revealing rows of yellow teeth.

The merchant bombed out. He didn’t just have a bad hand but a terrible one.

Their host reaches for his cards, turning both of them over with a flair. The table erupts in light clapping, the players nodding in approval.

“Good game.” A short Sullustan bobs. “Good game.”

“The Devaronian wins.” The dealer announces, gesturing broadly to their host.

The merchant fumes, his face growing red.

“We’ll take a short break, then resume in ten minutes.” The dealer clasps her hands lightly. “Be sure to visit the bar for some refreshment.”

The players begin shuffling, rising from the table in waves. The silver-robed man shoots out of his chair so fast it topples over. He doesn’t bother picking it up, just whips around and stomps out of the casino.

The Devaronian chuckles as he leaves.

“My dear…” He turns to Daja. “You are a gem.” He taps her nose with a long, curled fingernail. “Are you sure you can’t stay? I could have use for a clever girl like you.”

Daja grins, leaning forward. Their host stares shamelessly down the front of her dress.

“You know, I’d love to,” Daja croons. “But I can’t abandon the boss.” She nods to Rey. “You’re not the only one who needs clever girls.”

“Hmm.” The Devaronian slumps. “Well, I’ll just have to make good use of you while I can, won’t I?” He pinches Daja’s cheek.

She giggles, jutting her chest out.

It’s all Rey can do not to roll her eyes.

“I’d say that last round earned you the most expensive drink on Canto Bight.” Their host pats the table. “Tell me, dear, have you ever had Ipellrilla firewater?”

“Ipell-what?” Daja tilts her head.

Rey can’t stop herself this time, rolling her eyes so hard it hurts. She watched Daja down six cups of firewater not two weeks ago.

“Oh, you poor thing.” The Devaronian shakes his head. “You haven’t lived until you’ve had firewater. And this casino…” He rises from his chair. “Carries a rare stock of it— completely proprietary, no one else in the galaxy has it.” He adjusts his dress coat, smiling. “Shall I order us both a glass?”

“To start.” Daja winks.

Their host shakes his head, amused.

“Feeling adventurous, are we?”

Daja just grins, sticking the tip of her tongue out.

“Alright, my dear.” He pats her shoulder. “Don’t go anywhere.” He begins walking to the bar.

But he halts after two steps. He turns back, eyes on Rey like he just realized she was there.

“Would you…?” He points to her awkwardly. “Like something as well?”

“No, thanks.” She gives him a tight smile.

“Ah.” He nods, a little uncomfortable. Then he turns, walking away. Daja shifts in her chair, watching him go.

“Hey Rey…” She leans back, eyeing their host. “Why don’t you go back to the Falcon?”

“Huh?”

“Listen.” She swings around. “You know I think of you like a sister, so it’s coming from a place of love when I tell you…” She scrunches her face. “You’re terrible at this.”

Rey jerks back.

“Terrible at what?”

“Schmoozing.” Daja widens her eyes. “Flirting, being charming, buttering someone up.”

Rey sighs, crossing her arms.

“It’s…” Daja grunts. “A good thing, really. You’re just so honest. You can’t be anyone but you. But right now, it’s dragging us down, and we need this.” She leans in. “You said it yourself. We have to get a safe house on Canto Bight if this escape network’s ever gonna work, and this guy,” she sticks a thumb to the bar, “Is our best shot.”

Rey sucks in a breath.

“I don’t like him.” She shakes her head. “He’s a weasel.”

“Who owns half the storehouses on this planet.” Daja makes a circular motion with a finger. “We need him, Rey. We need his space and we need his influence, and in order to get it, we have to play his little game. We have to let him take us out and flirt…” She shimmies her shoulders. “And bat our eyelashes and wear his stupid dresses.” She flings the fabric of her gown.

Rey sighs, looking down at her own dress.

“I feel naked,” she mutters.

“You look great.” Daja pats her knee. “But you’re being a downer, and I need you to get outta here, so I can lock this in.”

Rey furrows her eyebrows. She doesn’t like the idea of leaving Daja alone…

“Rey,” Daja says dryly. “I’ve got this guy wrapped around my little finger. Let me do this.” She leans in. “Go back to the Falcon. You’ve had a long week, and you’re only gonna hold me back if you stay.”

Rey slumps, staring down.

“Ok.” She starts to nod. “Ok.” She looks up. “But be careful, will you?”

Daja snorts.

“You should tell him to be careful.” She nods to the bar. “Once you get caught in my web, you don’t get out.” She squints with a glimmer.

Rey can’t help but smile.

“Alright, alright.” She shakes her head, rising from the chair. “Then, try to go easy on him.”

“We’ll see how I’m feeling.” Daja sits back. “You know what firewater does to me.”

“Your limit is two.” Rey dips her chin.

“How about three?”

“How about one?”

The women stare at each other, unblinking.

Daja leans forward.

“Two and a half.”

Rey rolls her eyes.

“Fine.” She grabs her pouch hanging over the chair. “Do what you want.” She brings the strap overhead. “But I’m not staying up to take care of you this time.”

Daja scoffs.

“I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“Uh huh.” Rey adjusts the strap. “Sure, you don’t.”

Daja looks away, a little sheepish. She straightens, turning to the table.

“Run along, now.” She shoos her flippantly. “The adults are staying up late tonight.”

Rey shakes her head.

“Not too late, ok?” She starts to turn.

But suddenly, she stops, shifting back.

Daja’s leaning over the table now, arranging the Devaronian’s chips into stacks.

“Good call, by the way.”

Daja looks up.

“On the merchant.” Rey tilts her head. “How did you know he was bluffing?”

She grunts.

“I always know.” Daja turns back to the chips. “I’ve got gambler’s genes. The only good thing my father gave me.”

Rey purses her lips. She opens her mouth to say something but stops.

Daja’s attention is fixed on the table. She appears focused, but Rey senses she’s not, growing uncomfortable under her regard. There’s something else too, something she can’t quite put her finger on…

Rey watches for a moment.

Finally, she backs away.

“See you on the Falcon.”

“See you.” Daja barely looks up.

Rey turns, heading for the exit. She weaves around tables and chairs, dodging casino guests as they stumble around, sloshing their drinks.

Two women are whispering by the arched opening. One points to Rey and the other looks over, raising an eyebrow. She scans her appreciatively, lips twisting into a sly smile. She tries to catch her eye but Rey just ignores her, moving quickly to the deck.

Once outside, she sighs, looking down at herself.

This outfit’s ridiculous. It barely counts as clothes. She could have died when the Devaronian gave it to her.

It’s deep red and strapless, tight around the torso, flowing at the hips. The top part is see through except for at her bosom, wispy, gold designs crawling up the back and front. There’s a long slit down the lower half, exposing her right leg. The worst part is that she didn’t have any other shoes so she’s still wearing her boots, brown and grungy.

She’s felt self-conscious all night, desperately trying to cover her bare leg with the flimsy fabric.

She can’t wait to get this thing off.

Read the rest on Ao3!

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylofanfiction #reylo fanfiction #starwars #rey star wars #kylo ren #kylo x rey #ben solo #ben x rey #starwarsfanfiction #canto bight #Jedi texts

19 notes · View notes

chrismalcolmhnd1d · 5 years ago

Text

Who are You?

The Brief

Overview.

Without the use of words produce a series of connected images that visually illustrate who you are?

Create.

Exploring the work of other photographers and/or artists will help you develop a ‘visual story’ for your own work.

Give some thought to the things that are important to you. Everything you have ever done, the places you visit, the music you love, the stuff you keep, the memories and mementos carefully stored away are all part of what makes you unique. Consider how you might best illustrate who you are?

Produce.

1. Relevant research, planning and development of your work in your blog page.

2. One A3 ‘triptych’ portfolio quality print.

(The three images must include:

a. A self-portrait.

b. A place you’re connected to.

c. An object significant to you.

3. Three Individual full res 300ppi jpg files uploaded to My City.

4. An evaluation of the project in your blog page.

What is a Triptych in photography?

Modern photographic triptych

A photographic triptych is a common style used in modern commercial artwork. The photographs are usually arranged with a plain border between them. The work may consist of separate images that are variants on a theme, or may be one larger image split into three.

Source: Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triptych

Research

Examples:

Alex Efimov “Three persons? Not sure” 2009

Source: https://www.artmajeur.com/en/e-gallery/artworks/3842743/triptych

I like this set up and treatment to portray 3 different sides of the one character.

Dimitri Mais

Source: https://www.dimitrimais.com/about-2

Could my Triptych show my self-portrait from behind and my 3 images? (including the self-portrait) as 3 images in a gallery space (which could be my special place?)

Concepts

Having researched other photographers work using Triptychs, I observe they often tell a story and when using self-portraits, use their images to convey their characters (inwardly and outwardly.) I like the concept of a single image spanning 3 panes with white between, which allows your mind to complete the picture in the unseen areas and when well executed (as in the picture used for the brief) can cover the portrait, place and object sections of the brief in a single, well composed image split into 3.

My concept is to incorporate my self-portrait into all 3 frames of the Triptych in an attempt to convey the 3 different roles I play on a daily basis The “Family Man” (centre frame with portrait shot from behind showing me looking at a photograph of my family (or objects that show I’m a father…Father’s Day gifts?), casually dressed – CENTRAL (and selfless represented by the back of my head shot focusing outwardly on my family) on to everything I do and matter most to me), “Business Man” (left hand frame in profile, looking to the right in an office/corporate environment, looking an object that typifies the business I work in - Still life of Sharpie, LX tape, open MacBook showing set visual? - dressed in business attire) and “Student” (right hand frame, in profile, looking to the left showing the College in the background, which would be the place that means a lot to me as it’s where I’m leaving the old businessman on the left frame to re-educate to be the photographer and new businessman on the right frame.

On reflection, some of the above concepts are fairly basic and possibly overly self-explanatory so I need to think of objects that more subtly hint at the message I’m trying to convey to the viewer and allow them to draw their own conclusions…

Treatment of 3 images:

I could maybe have the image on the left fade or become slightly out of focus to represent the fact that this part of my life is slipping into the past and have the image on the right-hand side coming into focus and sharpness to represent the future… How do I achieve this? Colours and tone of all 3 shots need to be sympathetic to each other, similar feel/family. Slow shutter speed on images left and right to show blurred action in the background and demonstrate fast paced action of both student and business?

Specific examples relating to the 3 stills I’m looking to shoot:

Possible type of shots for student portrait

Possible type of shots for business portrait

Possible type of shots for family portrait

“Old School” photo album from ‘70’s

Father’s Day gifts

Today’s shoot captured the “Place” aspect of the project

This is my home studio where I spend time writing and recording music. Usually for pleasure, but occasionally for video projects or live events I’ve worked on over the years. This is my creative place that means a lot to me.

These are my favourite 2 shots...

Contact sheet from this shoot:

Today I shot the “Stiil life” part of the project and the “Self portrait” shots. Below are the contact sheets from these sessions:

Individual shots chosen for first attempt:

I chose this one as I thought it would work better with the still life shot as it was sharper with the focus being on the mixing desk, rather than using the shallow depth of field shot I had previously chosen above.

I liked this shot as it encompassed the various aspects of my life in ID cards and a business credit card, with the lanyard encompassing everything, hopefully showing it’s importance in the shot.

This, quite subtle silhouette portrait, was chosen as I wanted to show myself working in my office to demonstrate the business part of my life.

Full Colour Triptych

I thought the 3 images would work together better if I made the outside 2 square.

Black & White Triptych

I wasn’t happy that the tonality of all three images worked together well, so I converted them all to black and white in Photoshop. This helps with the tonality, however, I think it’s probably a bit of a cop out so need to look at better ways of making the 3 images work together as a triptych.

Class and lecturer Feedback

The feedback I received from my class mates was comments like “They are a working man”, “Productive lifestyle”, “Workaholic - puts a lot of energy into their work”, “Hard working person, enjoys studying and is passionate” and other very similar comments. This feedback was really useful as it showed I had conveyed part of the message of “Who am I” but also highlighted that I had not conveyed the family part of my message and should look at using the full versions of some of the original shots, which show the other aspects of my character and life. I had constructive feedback from my lecturer too, which gave me ideas on how to improve the shots and hopefully make them “hang” together better as a triptych.

Second attempt at triptych shots

My initial feeling is that while these images MAY be ok individually (although I am no longer happy with the self portrait as I feel it’s too dark), by the time they are put together as a triptych, there is just WAY too much going on in them and no real flow to them. I need to have a re-think and maybe look at shooting 3 more images that work well together, tell the story, as per the brief and I am happy with creatively. A better self portrait could be the answer, so I will re-shoot that this week.

Final shoot for triptych

Contact Sheet:

I realised today, that the best way to make sure all 3 images worked together tonally well, was to shoot them in the same place. Although I was reasonably happy with the still life, it was out of place in the triptych so I decided to drop that shot (along with the very dark and not too obvious) self portrait. The only shot I was happy with was the “place” one, so today, as the natural light coming into my studio/office was really nice and golden due to the time of year and cast interesting shadows, I decided to shoot the portrait there, in the next section of the room and the final “object” shot in the last part of the room, as the sunlight moved and illuminated the different areas in interesting ways.

For the portrait, I selected a shot I thought would work well, used in portrait format, in the centre of the triptych. I think the shot is fairly enigmatic and works quite well with the effects created by the sunlight and shadows. I would have liked better catchlights, however, I think the fact they aren’t prominent lends an air of mystique and maybe even sadness to the portrait.

For the “still life”, I decided to show my object as my iMac, as this is where I spend a lot of time working on content for my events, studying photography and viewing pictures of my family over the years. I dropped in several shots on the monitor on the left to show family are a large part of my life, however, finding a shot that tonally worked and didn’t look really cheesy and posed was not possible so, unfortunately, I dropped that idea from my final triptych and used a shot I think still told a bit of the story but really worked much better to give the flow I was looking for (and the picture within a picture). I really like the shapes in this image and think it works quite well.

Final Triptych

Evaluation

My initial research didn’t really give me anything in particular I wanted to emulate or I thought would work particularly well, with the concept I was trying to portray. The first 3 images (apart from the “place” one), were a bit literal and “corporate” and that was the message I got from the feedback (rightly so). I am happier with my final 3 images as I think the flow together in this triptych much better than the previous 3 which I realised were not only quite detached from each other but also were WAY to busy to allow the viewers eyes to view as single images but more importantly, as one overall image that wasn’t confusing but hopefully interesting, balanced and intriguing. I think that I am so used to thinking in terms of individual images rather than how they would all work together as a series, I found this brief quite hard, however, I am happier with my final triptych and look forward to feedback.

Today I had feedback with my lecturer who suggested cropping the self portrait as a square as he thought this would work better and show more of a relationship between the centre and right images, I did this and think it helps and gives a better balance. Below is the square portrait edit and beneath that, my final revised triptych.

#whoareyou

2 notes · View notes

steve0discusses · 7 years ago

Text

Yugioh S1 Ep 40 PART 1/2: So Much Random Stuff Happens That It Requires Two Parts

Most of the time, Yugioh’s plot is delivered in nice, bizarre, bite-sized segments, offset by duels that I skip. But then, in this episode they decided “Hey, we should drop some plot. Like a lot of REALLY WACKY plot.”

And thus we have an episode with over 80 caps. So, this’ll be a two-parter! The other part will show up later. Like...when we finish it.

Also, despite the fact that this is probably one of the more important episodes of the season, it has quite some damage on the recording on Netflix. You’ll see that it isn’t really cropped right on the sides, and in some parts it’s got motion blur I couldn’t avoid. One day, Yugioh will get it’s Sailor Moon remaster, but this is not the day. Also, if they redubbed Yugioh, it would be an absolute tragedy, but that’s a different story.

TL;DR Forgive the massive amount of text in the upcoming recaps. There’s just so much they did and I uh...didn’t want this to end up being over 100 caps this episode alone.

So, lets get into it: The Yugi crew is looking for Pegasus.

For some reason, Tea suddenly remembers what went down the night before and decides “I bet Pegasus is hiding in that spooky tower we don’t actually know how to get into because we climbed it with a grappling hook.”

(Sometimes I get used to Yugi’s eyeliner and then they throw a shot like this at me and it’s like DAMN, Yugi, when did you have time to apply that stiletto heel to your face? Like most of the time I’m just put off by the awful hair and then the rest of the time I’m just really jealous of this emo boy’s wings.)

With that they suddenly remembered...the other stuff.

(read more under the cut)

I like how Joey is just so incredibly fed up with magic at this point. Out of all of them, he seems to hate magic the very most although his best friend is a walking dark magic portal. Joey is just completely done, but unfortunately for Joey it turns out all the magic up to this point hasn’t even remotely been the amount of magic that this show is going to throw at us, because this entire episode is a bunch of wizards just screwing with each other.

I’ve mentioned before that it feels like the power players of Yugioh are kinda like Greek Gods where they just really can’t be bothered about 95% of the time--but when they are FINALLY bothered enough to move their own ass, they just kinda sweep the floor clean and leave me utterly baffled.

Anyways, Pegasus actually is in the spooky tower, to my disbelief, at this non-euclidean desk that doesn’t seem to exist in time and space.

And then Kaiba wakes up in a cabbage-patch lookin jail cell. I would love to see more of his reaction to that but alas, this episode is not about Seto Kaiba.

Pegasus decided to make good on his word, mostly because Yugi is a cursed Pharaoh and he doesn’t want to see what happens if he doesn’t make his end of the bargain. To be quite honest, getting your mind scrambled would have probably been better than what did eventually happen to him in this episode.

Seriously, did this guy ever sell a painting that wasn’t a card? His portfolio would just be one person. And they do say that you shouldn’t make your portfolio too many styles but, damn, you can’t just do one person, unless your going to work for one specific type of video game, in which case sure just draw that one space punk chick over and over it seems to work for you.

Bakura decides to show up, and he’s very Bakura about it, introducing a new Bakura mechanic that I didn’t at all predict would ever be a thing.

Bless this storyboarder.

After showing off his weird tarot ability for no other good reason than to mess with Pegasus for a little bit, he decides to make me regret ever saying this necklace looked like it has five dicks.

I am so sorry, I had no idea! I had no idea it would be shooting lasers! What the hell, show?? What genre am I even watching anymore??

Also this whole concept that at any point these items can just shoot anime lasers and start a...whatever this trope is called, is so bizarre to me. They CAN do this...but they prefer to use cards.

They CAN do this, at any point, but they prefer to trap the souls of you and your friends in a card so you must play even more cards.

Or they can shoot you with a laser and solve their problems that way.

But why would they? They can like...play cards and do tarot and read minds and make card monsters real so who would ever want to shoot freakin lasers!

I do appreciate that Pegasus’ laser is pink like the salmon I chose for his font.

My bro argues that Pegasus probably sees just fine with the golden eyeball, but I feel like it can’t be the same, like a Spike Spiegal situation. It’s not like they ever tell us, anyway.

Him being alive for centuries is just never brought up for the rest of the episode. It comes up here and then Bakura’s like “Woopsie! Change the subject!”

Kid’s show!

As a kid an episode of the Rugrats freaked me the hell out--you know the one where Reptar becomes alive? I couldn’t take that one, it was terrifying. So maybe I’m not one to judge, because I was not a normal kid when it came to anxiety (in fact a legit phobia of dogs gave me pretty severe panic attacks on a weekly basis) but, it seems like Yugioh is a lot like brother’s Grimm because they are SO READY to cut off body parts, revive corpses, and overall gross me out, just to make a point.

Is it necessary? Eh.

But is it bizarre body horror we can stuff in this kid’s story? YES LETS DO IT.

With the way they set this up it looked as if they were just going to have them show up in the nick of time or something, but instead the show was like “lol, these kids? You’re kidding, right?”

He’s literally missing an eye and Croquet’s exact line was something like “he’s fallen ill.”

Also, I’m glad we got a cameo from Double-Spike Mohawk Mullet Man in this episode, giving Pegasus a fireman carry like a trooper.

So, because they can’t not, and because Pegasus’ security is only effective at random times of the day (they must have a lot of smoke breaks or something) the four decide to raid Pegasus’ bedroom. Why would you ever want to do this to the guy who was ritually sacrificing people the night before!?

Joey’s weird crushes on blondes that are...not in High School. Joey. Stop this. You are a child.

Anyways, Tea goes straight for the juicy stuff, because if there’s anything in this world that I would never ever want to read is a grown man’s journal filled with all his unfiltered thoughts.

Then we’re welcomed into a Pegasus Flashback, because why not make a tragic past even more tragic? Anyways, it’s OK because anime food lives here.

Bro called them gravity melons. I want to point out the party cups drawn from the side sitting on the round table we see from the top. Love it. Also realllllly love that guy with the mustache and glasses in the bottom right corner. There’s some good stuff here in this vaguely 80′s flashback.

Anyway, she totally dies. The flashback goes through things we’ve been over before--they get married, she gets sick, she turns into a rose and then becomes a grave in a really poorly kept graveyard.

And so Pegasus turns to religion. Yes, you read that right, He decides, he wants to find a religion that will explain afterlife to him, and he’s like I might as well start with the oldest and work up, so he goes to Egypt.

Uh...OK. I mean if you’re just looking for a religion with an afterlife you could have chosen...almost any of them. You could have stayed in America and like gone to...anywhere but, the guy was like “Mummies, youknow?” and went to Egypt although Cecelia is already dead and buried so it’s not like he can do the mummy trick to her now. It’s a little LATE?

My brother and I were so entranced by this bizarre hat, that we wanted to see if it’s ever been made real. AND IT HAS.

MARVEL AT IT:

IT IS VERY EXPENSIVE.

LOOK AT THAT DUMB HAT!

We checked Amazon for cheaper listings, but only found trucker hats with the Square Mason symbol on it, and Illuminati trucker hats like this one.

My brother wrote this note to them. I hope they read it and take it to heart.

Anyways, our newly found joy, held aloft by the discovery of perfect square brimmed hats was quickly sullied.

His hat is a transformer. But a round to square kind.

So in walks this guy. His name is Shadi. I’m telling you that right now because I want you to pay attention to how long it takes before we find out his name is Shadi. He is going to tell us his name at some point, and it’s very weird when it happens.

Pegasus doesn’t seem to realize it is not at all normal for a guy in modern Egypt to be walking around with this massive ankh on his chest (eh...you can’t see it in these pictures, but there’s a HUGE ankh just hanging around his neck) with earrings and pharaoh makeup. Pegasus is just that type of sheltered American. He’s like...well you look like someone from a movie so it must be legit. And that is how Pegasus decides to follow a guy who is clearly an ancient spooky wizard into an ancient death dungeon crypt.

I feel like Pegasus could have easily avoided this whole situation he got himself into.

Shadi has a whole speech about how the eyeball has a lot of power, and that he’s got to protect it all yada yada--but at the same time Shadi is like “BUT I gotta make sure some people use it so a lot of terrible things happen. You’d think I’d just...leave this stuff in this crypt so it’ll never be a problem and the world will never be cursed with terrible dark magic that was sealed away for thousands of years, but...I’m gonna make it happen anyway...and it’s not my fault...”

How many times has Shadi done this? It’s suggested that Pegasus is not the first.

It’s pretty gross, and while it’s done in shadow (which was a nice visual allusion to Shadow Magic), it’s still pretty gruesome for a kids show. To happen twice in one episode of this kid’s show, haha.

She calls him by his full name “Maxamillion” which made me realize he’s probably never shortened his name to “Max” in his entire life.

I’m glad Pegasus making out with a ghost happened on screen. This is now the most romance we’ve seen in all of Yugioh. Good.

So did Pegasus actually write the part where he made out with a vision, though?

I’m curious about how that process works. But, I don’t think we’ll ever find out.

Anyways, next time, on this very same episode of Yugioh:

Will Bakura stick this eyeball in he own eye or will he back out last minute and just hang it from his necklace and pretend it was there the whole time? Will Tea next read Pegasus’ food diary only to discover, in horror, that he drank upwards 60 liters of grape juice and far exceeded his daily calorie intake? Will security even realize these children have been snooping in all of Pegasus’ personal stuff for the past 30 minutes?

#Yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #s1 ep40 #tea gardner #yugi muto #tristan taylor #bakura #joey gardner #maxamillian pegasus #pegasus #cecelia #some weird psychic fight #with lasers #and then someones eye gets replaced on screen #square brimmed hat

25 notes · View notes