#not tagging FD for obvious reasons

[random-autie-fangirl]

Different Frisks with different names

Basically the way i differentiate between which Frisk belongs to which timeline is to add a different surname to each.

So as you may already know my post pacifist Frisk is named Frisk the Skeleton because I said before I headcanon them to live with the skelebros and the idea of their surname being "the skeleton" despite the fact that they're very obviously not a skeleton was very funny to me. (This also gave me the idea that almost all the Undertale families just have basic descriptors of species and roles as surnames)

In the Deltarune timeline (with college Frisk), Frisk actually manages to get back in contact with their birth family again (around the same time our Undertale Frisk fell down) and thus their full name is Frisk Friesen, child of Lisa and Rene Friesen. (alliteration for the win!)

And for the murder run, their name ends up being ...Frisk Dreemurr. Not by adoption (Toriel and Asgore are dead now) but because two codepedent idiot children decided to "get married" at 11 and 13, despite a) everyone who could actually make this official again being dead and b) they are still children. It was more of a promise to protect and stay by each other's side for eternity but they did find and make each other rings and yes...decide that Frisk would be a Dreemurr. What would a kinda toxic gay bestfriendship be without concerning promises of absolute devotion. "We'll be together forever, won't we?" and it wouldn't be the only time that a bad route in utdr featured a sort of "marriage"... and then Frisk voices second thoughts about this whole destroying the world thing and Chara is furious at their partner's betrayal...and it turns out that maybe, these kids idea of eternity was never built to last. (Also since here Frisk is also a Dreemurr and has murdered people (duh), It means the dreemurr curse is alive and well)

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 23! For context, see my post “A Project”     under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA   stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Pretty Vacant

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3/18/2012                                     mc ff

Docile is SUCH a good word, and it doesn't get used nearly enough. And this is a really good premise! Such a good "I'm agreeing with you and you're agreeing with me and now I'm creating your thoughts" progression, too! It's solid all the way through, and satifyingly straightforward in motivation and process. I just wish we had a bit more sense of their relationship after this conference. 8/10 spirals. 

 Automatic

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3/24/2012                                     mc ff

This is a good intermediate step in a long process, and I really enjoy seeing Bev struggle against it and fail. Clearly she hasn't yet learned that struggling to resist - and FAILING to resist - just makes the descent into control all the more inevitable. Which can be loads of fun to do, when you want to. The level of catching herself obeying without realizing it, just to try to stop again and be unable to ... mmm, I might need to steal that for my own use at some point. 9/10 spirals. 

 Waking Up in Vegas

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3/31/2012                                     mc ff

Another case of "I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS." Granted, much of that is because I'm not someone who does gambling at all; I won't even do Blackjack except for fun, and that one is as much math and probability and tracking cards as it is luck. And don't ask me to bluff; I don't know HOW to bluff. So I don't have any concept of, well, ANY of this world. But Keiko at least will be in good hands with someone who will care about her, and Jennie won't have to face too many repercussions of her bad behaviour ... though I have to wonder just how she's going to explain the money, since AFAIK casinos do require you to be 21? Maybe Keiko is old enough to be the reason for that? It's very low on the process part I enjoy, though, so I do wish it had more of that. 8/10 spirals. 

 Unbelievable

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4/14/2012                                     mc ff hu

Ok, things that are true about Guinness aside - and there are many things about Guinness's book of world records that make some of the records ... eh, they're vanity projects, really, Hbomberguy has a whole THING about that in one of his videos, it's worth watching, the one on the Oof sound in Roblox, but that's neither here nor there - I've SEEN faster inductions, if only because the induction for this one truly starts when she's asserting that her claim is true. And because adding kinesthetic elements when you have to cross a distance does slow an induction down some. Not that any of that MATTERS to the very interesting view of what, exactly, is going on in Sara's head as all of this happens, as she's so seamlessly convinced to ignore the problems in Veronica's CV... it's a good story, with the sex clearly there but somehow not a focus at all. Too bad hypnosis doesn't entirely work that way, alas. 8/10 spirals. 

 X-Ray Specs

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4/21/2012                                     mc mf fd

Heee, Ruth and Jon are *cute.* This is a sweet, silly sort of suggestion that I'd give someone if I wasn't concerned about "but will it creep other folk out to see their reaction though??" which means in fantasy it's all good fun, since no humans were creeped out by Jon. It's just a fun story of the hot sort of fun a clever hypnotist and their skilled hypnotee can get up to. 10/10 spirals 

 The Tide Is High

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4/28/2012                                     mc ff

That's one way to break down someone's lying to themselves about who they are. Not an ETHICAL way, necessarily, but an effective one in this case! I'm not sold on it, for obvious reasons - y'all have been reading along, you knwo how I am on good consent practices - but it's fun to watch it come into effect! I do think I'd have liked it more if Janet had let Cindi walk away, and we had a jump cut to Cindi returning, knowing exactly what she's walking into? But that would have broken up the flow of the story Jukebox chose to tell, so *shrug* fair enough! I swear, Jukebox's hypnotists get SO much milage out of the "you can't be made to do anything you dont' want to do" line - which is ... oversimplified at best! - but I wonder how many of their victims actually *have* that belief, given Hollywood being Hollywood... Still, digressions aside, good story, and watching Cindi accept her own desires is satisfying in many ways. 8/10 spirals. 

 Mother’s Milk (Jukebox)

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5/6/2012                                       mc ff la

*makes note of Scatterbrain as a potential trance trigger* Right, so, that's a clever idea, using the idea of thoughts scattering away like that. And the outcome is exactly as expected in an EMCSA story, so it's unsurprising what's in play. I do wonder if the milk is *actually* being used for the supposed purpose, but I suppose it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. Kylie's clearly enjoying herself. The Octomom reference is maybe a little dated now, but it did make me laugh, to remember how big of news that was back then... 7/10 spirals 

 Quality Control (Jukebox)

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5/12/2012                                     mc ff

... As a QC person myself, I have to object to this horrible characterization. She should have at least asked why Roberta - Bobbi - wanted to return the package when she wasn't billed for it! (Bad) Jokes aside, though, this is fun; we all know just how mind-numbing hold music can be, so why not make it literal? And the shift in name, from Roberta to Bobbi is done well, too - though I had a moment of "wait, if Suzi's calling her Bobbi, why is the narrator still... aah, there we go" with the shift, but it makes sense in context. I'm entertained by the double-meaning of quality control, though, and I do hope the partners I get all dominant at are satisified with *my* quality control ;) 8/10 spirals. 

 So What

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5/20/2012                                     mc ff

The interplay here is really good, but not enough to override the fact that the control is both effectively magic and also significantly off-screen. For sheer banter, the story gets a 10 out of 10; our unnamed controller's just got a way with words I love. But the cleverness can't make up for the fact that there's little enough I enjoy in the control. 6/10 spirals. 

 Just a Girl

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6/9/2012                                       mc ff

On the one hand, finding ways to resolve problems without the police? Yes good. But would-be thieves making restitution through sex? ehhhhh, that doesn't really feel like it does much to fix the harm they caused, to me. I'm glad they've learned to behave better, but .... I'd rather they find a different way to make restitution to Charlene, and to the others they've stolen from in the past. I think this is my least favourite of the Girl(tm) stories so far, for that reason, but the hypnotic eyes and strawberry lube that I swear has its own mind controlling effects? They make sure the story still hits some things that make me smile. 7/10 spirals.

[tortilla-of-courage]

Okay! Essay incoming!

I guess the first thing to talk about is sorting.

There's the Golden Goddesses (Din, Nayru, Farore)

The Guardian Goddesses (Hylia, Lolia, the goddess of time)

Minor Gods (SkSw's dragons, the Great Deku Tree, Jabu Jabu, etc.)

And Lesser Gods (Great Fairies, Satori, etc.)

Minor Gods and Lesser Gods are both categories of mortal gods. These gods can die, as seen by the Great Deku Tree in OoT. Think, the ancient norse pantheon. Those are gods that can die.

The Golden Goddesses and Guardian Gods are immortal gods, where no mater what damage is done to their physical form they still live. Think, the ancient grecoroman pantheons. Those gods can't die.

Here's something we know for a fact: Hyrule and Lorule are mirror images of each other, with their own triforce. Meaning that the Golden Goddesses made at least two separate worlds, thus two separate triforces. I like to believe they actually made three worlds, one for each of them.

Lorule was Din's world. Hyrule was Nayru's world. And Termina is Farore's world.

Each of these worlds was given a Guardian Goddess to watch over the triforce, and these Guardian Goddesses have roughly the same sphere with a focus on one part of them. Protection, Light/Magic, and Time.

(Note, sphere is a term I stole from tes, it basically just means 'What the god rules over/what they're the god of')

Lolia, Lorule's Guardian Goddess, is a goddess of Protection.

Hylia, Hyrule's Guardain Goddess, is a goddess of Light/Magic.

Termina's Goddess of Time (henceforth called Termanius or Terma because it's lees typing), is, well, she's Termina's Guardian Goddess and her sphere is obvious.

There's the small issue though in that Protection and Light/Magic are both active forces, whereas Time is a passive force. This means the Terma is a more passive goddess compared to her sisters (Hylia and Lolia). So I imagine she was given a second god to act where she couldn't. Enter Fierce Deity, a war god, who falls under the same banner of Guardian God without being a Guardian Goddess. He's both equal and servant to Termanius.

Demise falls into his own category, he's a Demon God. A deity that is both demon and god.

He's, in my interpretation, a god of chaos. But specifically Chaos-Before-Order.

Lorule and Termina also had Demon God's who ruled over chaos. Majora is Chaos as the opposite of Order, and Ruin (the name we gave Lorule's Demon God) is Chaos as a lack of Order.

They are what was before the Golden Goddesses created the worlds. What was before there was a was. And they are mad about there being something there now.

The other Major Gods couldn't help Hylia because it was a coordinated attack on all three realms. Lolia and the Termanius/Fierce Deity pair were busy fighting their own wars and the Golden Goddesses had already screwed off.

The Minor and Lesser Gods are, well, mortal. They are very much able to die. The dragons had a more important role for the future, and the other gods didn't have the skill or power to help. Or they might not have existed yet even. I mean, I don't know for sure but I'm pretty sure SkSw doesn't have a Great Deku Tree (correct me if I'm wrong). But even if he did already exist, he's a tree.

It's very possible that the other gods didn't help Hylia not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't. And who knows, maybe a few Lower Gods DID try to help, and died in the battle. They are mortal after all.

I, uh, I also at one point wrote a fic detailing what I think happened in Termina and why no one knows Terma's name and how FD ended up in the mask. I posted it a while ago and can reblog it and tag you if you want to read it.

-Attllhak

okay first of all, this was an amazing and very interesting read, thank you so much for sharing

second - the worlds and their protector Deities being created in Threes, like the Goddesses themselves, would make so much sense?? I love the idea of Termina being Farore's world, and Terma and the FD being its protector deities. I just... yes. all of this. yes.

the coordinated attack being the reason they couldn't help is also so good?? Att your brain is huge

[its-love-u-asshole]

Franchises, Feuds, and Too Much Tension [fic]

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei/Kuroo Tetsurou 

Summary: Sometimes, Tsukishima wonders if his relationship is too good to be true. Kuroo is everything he's ever wanted and more, pardon his cheesiness, and there's never a doubt in his mind that he loves him. Of course, he should've expected a fight like this at some point or another, though he can't say he'd been prepared.The only thing Tsukishima knows for sure is that one way or another, this is all Terushima's fault. 

Rating: E

Tags: fluff, fluff and smut, established relationship, kurotsuki argue about dumb things like horror movies and then bang p much 

Note: Yooo I managed to actually get something done for @heartykurotsukiweek​! I've had this wip sitting in my docs for a while now and then the prompt list came out and day 2 gave me the perfect excuse to finish it ;) and it's smut too which is odd for me these days pft it's torture to write but hey, kurotsuki deserves to get laid always. Big thanks to @emeraldwaves​ for reading this over! 

AO3

Tsukishima was a good, reasonable person.

For the most part.

Therefore, it was important to note how much he did not and would not ever deserve this level of disrespect, from someone he loved no less.

Tsukishima took exactly ten steps into their apartment, not bothering to look at Kuroo until their privacy had been secured. He stopped at the couch, glaring at the few DVDs which were strewn about the rumpled cushions. All good picks, quality thriller movies which he and Kuroo had decided to rewatch the previous night.

He had been a young, naive fool then. Completely unaware of the secrets boiling beneath the surface.

It was like those movies were laughing at him now. Bitches.

How could he have missed it? It was the most obvious horror/gore franchise and yet it had never come up...

Here he was, thinking he and Kuroo were movie buffs when they had never even had the real nitty gritty conversations.

They were frauds.

The front door shut, and the muffled chatter of their neighbors in the hallway was cut off in a split second. Tsukishima could feel Kuroo standing there at the door, staring at his back, but he felt too stubborn to turn around and make the first move.

Man, things could get ugly here. Tsukishima hadn't fully realized it until just now. The silence around them was suffocating, thick with the strain of their thoughts.

Eventually, one of them would have to begin this bloodbath, and once more, Tsukishima was left to marvel at how stupid they both were. Why can't we have normal fights...

They'd never know, but oh how Tsukishima wished they'd never crossed the line into such dangerous territory.

How had this happened again?

It had been a normal night, and honestly, maybe that should've been the first thing to tip Tsukishima off. Things had been too peaceful, too calm, and without a trace of tension in the air when those cursed words had left his mouth, condemning him to a sleepless night.

Perhaps the worst part was the subject matter, but he stood by his opinion, and overall he blamed Terushima for the entire incident.

Some things to take into account before he continued:

1) Tsukishima was right. No matter what anyone said, he'd rather get smashed by a glass pane (ha), than give in to his boyfriend.

2) Final Destination was a terrible series. It had some arguable gems, and it was enjoyable to watch some of the grisly deaths and laugh at the dumbass characters. He'd never try and deny that if he saw it on the T.V. guide, he would click in an instant. Still, most of the films were awful, with less than acceptable effects. Moving on...

3) Kuroo Tetsurou was supposed to be the love of his life, but goddamn if Tsukishima wasn't considering poisoning his water.

4) Addendum. Kuroo Tetsurou was fucking wrong, and Tsukishima hoped he was ready to face the wrath that had been building in his debate club brain for the past hour and thirteen minutes.

Now that the basics are cleared, back to what happened....

They had been at Terushima's house late in the evening, drinking and yelling at each other after a few failed games of Monopoly. Everyone refused to read the instructions no matter how lost they were, but that was irrelevant at this moment in time.

Eventually, they all calmed down as the sun dipped below the horizon and Terushima supplied them with more beer. He and Kuroo had hardly drank, more content with watching their friends make fools of themselves for future blackmailing purposes.

The conversations ranged from embarrassing high school memories, to the famous mint chocolate ice cream debate, most of which Tsukishima gladly tuned out in favor of focusing on Kuroo's hands. Tsukishima had managed to practically seat himself in his boyfriend's lap without calling too much attention to them, the perfect vantage point. Especially when Kuroo's nimble fingers began to massage his exposed hip bones, kneading the soft skin and curves while Tsukishima greedily moved closer.

The touch was familiar, welcome, with something burning and desirous just below the surface. But given their public situation, the fire dwindled, and Tsukishima let himself relax as the ministrations continued. There was no rush, no urgency. They had all the time in the world that Friday night, and they basked in the jovial atmosphere.

That is, until the subject of the newest horror movie came about.

It was silly probably, how fast he and Kuroo's heads shot up, like dogs hearing their kibble pour into bowls, but they couldn't help it. They loved anything to do with horror and suspense; haunted houses, slasher films, whatever.

(Minus the time they'd gotten so scared from one particular movie they couldn't sleep, but no one had to know about that. They'd both agreed long ago on taking that one to the grave.)

But otherwise, it was their calling. They already had their tickets pre-bought for the movie everyone was currently discussing, and they jumped in, scattering their own predictions and opinions without care.

Naturally, one thing led to another, and the conversation turned into a full-blown comparison of different horror franchises, either in support or contempt of the new upcoming film. Whatever. Kuroo and Tsukishima had this shit. They’d made their predictions already, knew the director, had bets placed. So truthfully, this was more of a trip down memory lane of all the shitty and spectacular films they’d watched ever since they’d become brave enough to sneak into R rated movies.

Not to mention all the films they’d seen together, an excuse to hold each other close and makeout during all the boring scenes with dull characters. It made Tsukishima somewhat excited for either outcome. If the movie was good, then he’d enjoy himself and would also have a new movie to rewatch on chilly nights. If it sucked, then he could make Kuroo fall apart, movie forgotten. Wins all around.

So yeah, bringing up both the duds and hits of the horror world made him satisfied all around.

But then, Terushima went and did it, that bastard. He said the measly string of words which would later cause Tsukishima's mind-numbing headache.

"I don't know, it looks like a Final Destination rip-off to me."

And oh, what an insult.

Both he and Kuroo recoiled just a bit, not knowing where to start. What exactly did he mean anyways? They were two completely different plots, new actors, there was no supernatural element at all…

“I mean it looks too over the top,” Terushima continued, smirking slightly at the glares he received from the couple.

“Funny coming from someone as dramatic as you,” Tsukishima shot back, and in true Terushima fashion, the drunkard sloshed his drink in Tsukishima’s direction, eager for a fearful flinch.

Tsukishima didn’t move. A chorus of childish ‘oos’ echoed around them. The stare down between them didn’t last long though, in part because of Terushima’s one too many beers and Tsukishima’s good mood. They both maintained the scowling eye contact for a few seconds before they burst out into a fit of laughter.

Kuroo’s hands tightened on him at the sound.

Horror fan reputation be damned, Tsukishima was ready to ditch the party in favor of seeing exactly what those hands had in mind for him.

But of course, the universe, and Terushima had other plans.

"Those movies were a trip though," Terushima went on as his laughter died, his words slightly slurred from the amount of alcohol he'd inhaled throughout the night. The hiccups made everyone around him giggle. "My far...my fav was the--the one with the cars? The race track! That was epic."

And as predicted, he and Kuroo exchanged amused glances, their thoughts completely in sync. And how could they not be?

‘Pft, the fourth FD is a joke.’

‘I know right? Worst film, best title.’

“Oh Yuuji, how the hell did you get to be so uncultured?” Kuroo sighed dramatically, shaking his head. Tsukishima had to give it to his boyfriend, there was real pity in those eyes. “That’s probably the worst film of them all.”

“Ah fuck off,” Futakuchi’s voice drifted from where he sat, face buried into the couch cushions. Damn, Tsukishima thought he’d died thirty minutes ago.

“Yeah, you’re the ones who’ve seen every damn movie,” someone on the staircase said, and from the tone, Tsukishima could tell it was probably one of the Atsumu twins. Oh, so now everyone had their two cents… “Probably more than once…”

“For research purposes,” Kuroo called back, his grin staying firmly in place. Tsukishima wanted to kiss him for it.

“Oh yeah, well what do you assholes think is the best one then?” Terushima said, swirling around his drink with an air of confidence he did not deserve. It was like he was some rich business investor with expensive wine in his glass and not a broke college student drinking cider out of a Naruto mug.

But Tsukishima didn’t need to point that out, his answer would speak for itself. And it was a no brainer for him. He didn't even have to think as he said, "Oh, the fifth for sure."

At the exact same fucking time, Kuroo went: "The second one."

And that’s when the night fell right down the shit hole.

What.

The observing crowd must’ve realized what an affront this was, what a rare occurrence it was to see them disagree on something so close to their hearts. Oh, the silence which followed could’ve been akin to a cemetery even, but with twice as much dread and foreboding.

Kuroo and Tsukishima looked at each other in an instant, eyes stupidly wide and any other shit-eating words dying on the tips of their tongues.

Tsukishima didn’t have anything to say, could barely process his feelings on the subject. Deep down, he knew this day probably should’ve been expected at some point, but wow, what a fucking inconvenience.

Tsukishima’s mouth opened once, then twice, before he eventually surrendered to the fact they were screwed.

Lastly, the only person who could seem to formulate a response in that moment happened to be Terushima, who simply wheezed in laughter, throwing back the rest of his drink before he spoke in sports bar level excitement. “Oh. Shit.”

Aaaand now they were here. A car ride of silence and two ice cream sundaes (both for Tsukishima) later.

Kuroo clicked the lock on the door, sealing them in for battle, and Tsukishima took one slow, deep breath.

Yeah. He was ready.

The stupidest part was probably how they met each other halfway in no more than five steps. At the time, it felt serious, but Tsukishima knew later he’d want to jump off a cliff.

Kuroo nodded to him, eyes brimming with something so ridiculously nerdy one would think they were in high school mock trial. Basically, it was a look that said, ‘Yeah that’s right. Go first. Bring it.’

‘I fucking will.’

Tsukishima raised his hands, the only thing keeping him from just hitting Kuroo with the nearest pillow. Or…any object really. “Tetsu.”

“Yes, my love?” Kuroo smiled sweetly, and yeah, Tsukishima was so ready. No amount of sappy endearments would change that.

“How the hell can you say the second Final Destination is the best? Did you watch the same movie I did? Surely you could’ve have, dear.”

Tsukishima saw the brief hesitation, the way Kuroo had to smother the immediate instinct to just tackle Tsukishima and kiss the daylights out of him for the petname, but man, Kuroo must’ve been as serious as Tsukishima right then. He powered through it. Damn.

“Oh I’m sorry for liking believable suspense,” Kuroo said, motioning to nothing in particular, as if the gestures somehow made his points more legitimate. “That movie had deaths better if not equal to the first.”

Pure blasphemy.

Tsukishima blinked, shaking his head as he tried to make sense of the words. “B-Believable...wha—Tetsu, a girl has a vision on a freeway.”

Why was the freeway aspect more startling than the vision part? Who knew.

“A believable vision, you can’t trust those fucking log trucks!”

That…was correct, but not the point.

Tsukishima clapped, actually clapped in triumph. “Ha! See! You just like the disaster scene, you’re letting that get in the way of the fact the rest is shit!”

Besides, even if Tsukishima could admit the disaster scene was wonderful, the rest fell flatter than three day old soda.

“Oh, because you totally don’t like the fifth one just for the disaster scene,” Kuroo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “A bridge collapse? Seriously?”

“More original than some glorified car accident,” Tsukishima shot back, crossing his arms in hopes of looking more menacing. Too bad that strategy no longer worked on Kuroo.

“The logs Kei, the logs.”

“If that’s all you have to offer, then you’re not as good at arguing as I thought,” Tsukishima sighed in pity, a tone normally used for provoking Kuroo into…different situations. He’d happily employ it for this fight, no doubt.

The last Final Destination may have had subpar effects, but the ending and the deaths were so well crafted, he refused to let them be overlooked.

“Oh really now? What are your points then? I’m sure someone as devoted as you has more to dish out than insults…”

Tsukishima nearly winced. Kuroo, regardless of his sweetness and the fondness he held for him, had a sharp tongue on him all the same. Tsukishima loved him, but this was not helping.

Not that he was at a disadvantage. Oh no. He would gladly pick apart all the excellent points of the fifth Final Destination if Kuroo wanted him to, but really, his biggest point said it all.

Tsukishima sniffed, aura haughty and just the right amount of bratty to drive Kuroo up the wall. “Why should I? It’s obviously the superior film.”

“So help me, if you say it’s because it connects to the first—”

“It connects to the first film—”

“Kei.”

“—and it does so flawlessly! Admit it!”

“Never!”

Tsukishima turned on his heel, holding his breath as he walked to the end of the living room and back to face Kuroo. It needed to be done. He was about to lose it.

Kuroo either didn’t sense that or wasn’t scared to test it.

“You’re the one letting personal preference get in the way of which one had a better plot Kei, the second one has better acting and—”

“How is tying back to the first one not a better plot? It’s a prequel, a surprise prequel! Also what the hell, they all have the same plot!”

“That’s crap, I know you don’t believe that!”

(Tsukishima did not but okay, technically it was the truth. A director could only take a concept so far.)

Kuroo laughed, somewhat crazed, as he finished his spiel. “Final Destination 2 is better in every way, I liked the characters more, the deaths were better, and it stood on its own. It didn’t have to rely on the first film—”

“It…it completely relies on the first film!”

“—in order to be successful. You probably just don’t remember because you were too busy watching the cash grab that was the fifth movie.”

Tsukishima, had he been more on Kuroo’s level of drama, might’ve gasped, hand on his chest and everything. But no, he steeled himself, squinting because like hell would he blink. Blinking meant defeat.

“The critics hated it,” Tsukishima seethed, as if that meant anything at all. A low, pathetic blow even for him. Was he losing?

“The people loved it,” Kuroo said back, his grin wide and so telling. He thinks I’m losing. Me.

Unacceptable.

The problem there? When Tsukishima got competitive, part of his rationale flew out the window. Therefore, stupid, impulsive decisions could slip through.

Kuroo’s next words were all it took.

“A true horror fan would know, amidst all the movies in the franchise, number two is the shining star,” Kuroo sighed, placing a hand on Tsukishima’s trembling shoulder with confidence all too grand. “It’s okay babe, I still love you, flaws and all.”

Fuck. You.

“Well, we—we’re just gonna have to watch all of them then!” Tsukishima yelled, the fierceness of competition flaring up without control. “We’ll see what the shining star is!”

“Fine!”

“Great!”

Oof.

Or, not great. Not one of his best ideas in hindsight, considering it was already close to midnight. But he was committed.

This, this would surely show Kuroo how wrong he was. The middle movies were a fucking slog and they both knew it. Kuroo would crack in no time, begging Tsukishima to just skip right to the last film.

Fuck yeah.

Unfortunately, he overestimated several things. One, his own patience, and two, his ability to stomach more than two of these shitty ass movies in a row.

Hint: he could not.

It was halfway through Final Destination 3 that Tsukishima had enough, mostly because both he and Kuroo didn't care for this particular installment to the mediocre franchise and also because…as sad as it sounded, he sort of no longer knew why they were fighting.

Glancing over at Kuroo from the corner of his eye, Tsukishima could make out the bored stare mixed with stubbornness and just a tad bit of disgust (the tanning salon death always did sort of freak Kuroo out). Tsukishima couldn't help but grin at the small bit of knowledge, and he cursed himself. Why was being mad at Kuroo so hard?

Maybe it's because you're arguing about Final Destination, Tsukishima's brain supplied, quite unhelpfully.

Kuroo's hands were clenched, gaze flickering towards the remote as if he was contemplating giving in and turning the cursed thing off.

He wouldn't though. They were both far too prideful for that.

No, if Kuroo was going to concede, Tsukishima would have to employ other tactics, and he momentarily let himself cast away any remaining dignity. He couldn't half-ass this, and once his plan was put into action, he wouldn't be able to turn back.

I can't believe it's come to this.

More unbelievable still was the way a rush of anticipation ran up his body, the beginnings of a desirous heat coiling in his abdomen. Like a reflex, a preview of what was to come.

He wondered if his heart had started to race yet, his pulse picking up...

He'd been complaining earlier, but it truly was hard to stay mad at Kuroo. He was....well, he was Kuroo.

Just the name made him relax, and Tsukishima didn't bother scolding himself. What was the use? This would be over soon, given how grossly affectionate he was feeling.

At the thought, Tsukishima looked back at his boyfriend, noting the way the shadows and flashes from the T.V. danced across the curves of his face. The light flecked in his golden eyes, subtle and far too mesmerizing considering the movie playing. Those eyes, framed by long eyelashes and the occasional sand had held Tsukishima's gaze so many times. In fact, Tsukishima had stared at Kuroo's entire face more times than he could count, but he always found himself observing the same things over and over. The light crease on the bridge of his nose during allergy season, the discoloration on the tops of his cheeks due to too many beach trips.

Tsukishima could almost feel the textures from memory alone, each bump, every contour.

Seeing him sitting there, so content and at home regardless of their stupidity, made Tsukishima's heart squeeze, and an easy admission floated into his brain.

Kuroo, with all his dumb reasonings and silly jokes, was handsome. Tsukishima knew that, but it had been a while since he'd reminded himself. Maybe he was setting himself up for disaster, but whatever. He always did like sticking to facts.

Tsukishima didn't feel the need to add more to the observation, and if he had to write a book, he doubted Kuroo's description would be more than a few lines long. Kuroo's smooth edges and searing gazes were too much to describe, but to Tsukishima, they felt so simple. So right. He didn't have to make a case for Kuroo's looks, they stared him in the face everyday, woke up with him, laughed with him.

Not bothering with subtlety anymore, Tsukishima moved his body away from the television until he was facing Kuroo, hugging his knees up to his chest as he continued his musings. Plus, he'd seen this movie enough times (more than enough, fucking hell) to recognize the events. Some guy in the drive-thru was about to get bladed through the head, truly, Final Destination 3 deserved to be in a national archive of some sort. Best film ever.

As if sharing the sentiment, Kuroo chuckled, rolling his eyes at the display of gore.

Yeah, that's my guy, Tsukishima thought, without much resistance. Kuroo never disappointed him, Final Destination 2 be damned.

Tsukishima bit his lip, noting the softness as he stared at his boyfriend's creased brow. He never realized how soft his lips were until he started dating Kuroo. The raven liked to bite on them, pull and suck...

A second tremor came then, and now Tsukishima knew it was over.

Fuck this.

"Like what you see?" Kuroo's soft, amused tone floated in his ears, and he didn't flinch. Tsukishima knew Kuroo had noticed the staring from the beginning, but he was patient with Tsukishima, letting him collect his thoughts for a bit.

God, you're the worst.

And just like that, the last of Tsukishima's willpower was gone.

"Mm," he hummed, moving slowly until he was comfortably seated in Kuroo's lap. "I don't know. The gym death is kind of lame."

One of Kuroo's hands automatically came up to grab Tsukishima's hip, while the other laced their fingers together. Such a sweet, intimate gesture, all to the sound of Lewis Romero's delusional theories.

"The lamest," Kuroo replied, eyes never leaving Tsukishima's lips. The blond briefly wondered how he did that, how he could read the atmosphere so well nowadays. Kuroo was so terrible at that in high school, accidentally offending people, including Tsukishima on a few occasions. The doofus apologized genuinely each time, but still, it was impressive to see how far he'd come.

Now he could read the room like a telepath might, feeling the shifts in mood and atmosphere, knowing exactly what people wanted.

And right then, he could probably tell just how much Tsukishima wanted to be fucked against the nearest available surface.

Side note: Yes, he knew how weird it was to become unbearably horny during a rewatch of a horror franchise, he couldn't explain it and didn't really want to. End of story. Besides, he was allowed, especially after the time Kuroo wanted to get dicked after watching A Christmas Carol, there were some things they just refused to acknowledge.

“Final Destination 2 is pretty lame too you know,” Tsukishima jabbed, but the animosity from before wasn’t there anymore, replaced now with a soft whisper as he tapped his fingers against the back of Kuroo’s hand.

“Mmhm, and so is Final Destination 5,” Kuroo nudged, moving his hips to let Tsukishima slide closer. He happily did so.

“The whole franchise is.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Without a doubt.”

“The worst.”

Each exchange only made their stupid smiles grow, and Kuroo nuzzled Tsukishima’s neck to hide his face before it made them both blush.

“Hey…you know what’s not lame?” Kuroo asked, and Tsukishima rolled his eyes before the words fully left his mouth. Oh no…

Of course, there was no real dread to be found as Tsukishima touched their foreheads together. “Stop.”

“The most beautiful person in the world—”

“No.”

“Light of my life!”

“Tetsu.”

“The future Kuroo Kei, beloved husband.”

The words made Tsukishima halt, especially with how Kuroo’s tone trembled on the last syllables, as if he hadn’t meant to say such a serious thing. He didn’t have to worry, because the words only made Tsukishima wonder how he’d ever been mad at this fool in the first place.

He didn’t let the silence sit between them long, not when Kuroo sat so tense beneath him. Dummy, as if I’d be mad at that.

“Tsukishima Tetsurou,” he whispered into the small space between them, their breath mingling. The admission the reinforcement brought with it, the fact he’d revealed he actually pictured them married, made Tsukishima’s cheeks heat up.

“Huh?” Kuroo choked out, as if he totally hadn’t heard the words loud and clear. Tsukishima laughed lightly, shaking his head.

“It sounds better…that way…you know?” The explanation was poor, but Tsukishima couldn’t sound smart right then, not with the butterflies in his stomach, or the constant heat beneath his skin. To think, they could’ve been this close, touching, this whole time.

Slowly, Kuroo touched their lips together, a peck far too innocent for how in the mood Tsukishima was. Damn Kuroo and his ability to turn every moment sappy. Did Tsukishima understand it? No. Would he change it? Never.

“Yeah, guess it does,” Kuroo said, smiling in a way which would surely kill Tsukishima if he continued.

“So…truce?” Tsukishima tried, moving his hips in hopes of getting that dumb look off of Kuroo’s face. “I’d like to pick up from where we left off, if you don’t mind.”

Being sappy was fun and all, but that was their entire life pretty much. Right then, Tsukishima wanted primal, needy, and nothing would get in the way of that.

One more purposeful grind, and Kuroo got the picture.

Grinning in that lovable, aggravating way, Kuroo met Tsukishima’s movements. “About time.”

I’ll say.

A shiver ran down Tsukishima’s spine as any thoughts of movies or terrible gore effects were forgotten, and he succumbed to the atmosphere, wanting more and more of it.

"Hey...what was that thing at the party you were doing?" Tsukishima asked, ready to dissolve the tension around them and take the plunge. He'd been thinking about this throughout the party, and not even the interruption of Final Destination could smother the flame building between them. He was tired of waiting. The moment of confusion on Kuroo's face didn't last long when Tsukishima placed both of Kuroo's hands on his hips, shivering at the touch on the bare skin where his shirt rode up. Why did he have it on still again?

The recognition in Kuroo's eyes made Tsukishima feel so small, something only Kuroo could do from such a vulnerable position. It happened to be the only time Tsukishima allowed it. And yeah, it was a great look on his boyfriend, as if it was taking all of his willpower to not fuck Tsukishima into the couch right then and there. Kuroo was such a pleaser though, wanting to draw out every touch, every position so Tsukishima could feel everything.

Tonight though, Tsukishima wanted to be the pleaser too, and a wicked thought crossed his mind as his mouth salivated.

I want it in my mouth...

It was the least he could do, after destroying his boyfriend so badly in their fight. Or maybe he just wanted to suck his dick until Kuroo begged to come. He didn't care much anymore about pretenses.

Kuroo chuckled darkly, unaware of how in control Tsukishima was (but honestly, when wasn't he?), and dug into his soft skin with poorly masked greed. "Somehow I doubt that's all you want me to do, love."

And this time, the endearment made him want to surrender.

Kuroo bucked his hips up, grinding their growing erections together, and Tsukishima laughed lowly even as a shudder racked his body. Of course not, but it's a good place to start.

Kuroo's hands traveled up his chest, ghosting over his nipples with his palms slowly. It was as if Kuroo was the conductor of Tsukishima's pleasure, the only one who got the notes and cues exactly right. He grinned as Tsukishima's hips dipped lowly towards him, seeking more.

Tsukishima moaned, and he figured it was alright, since soon Kuroo would be as undone as him.

The sensation of Kuroo playfully tugging at his nipples almost made his plan blur in his mind, his back arching into the feeling, but the determination drove him forward. Perhaps too roughly, he undid the buckle on Kuroo's belt, and in record time, he flung the damn thing to the floor.

Much better, but not enough.

Smirking, Tsukishima leaned forward, licking into Kuroo's mouth until their breath grew hot and frantic. It could hardly be called a kiss, the way Tsukishima would tease with his tongue, coaxing Kuroo's to meet him and make those obscene smacking noises they both loved so much. Shamelessly, he tugged on Kuroo's waistband as he moaned into the kiss. If that wasn't enough to get Kuroo moving, his next words certainly were.

He pulled away, letting a string of saliva connect them as he squeezed Kuroo through his underwear. The captivation on his boyfriend's face made his own cock twitch in his pants. "It's not what I want you to do, it's what I wanna do." Another harsh tug. "Off."

He loved when Kuroo moved fast sometimes.

In a matter of seconds, rough hands returned to his hips, seating him on the couch cushion as Kuroo stood up and kicked off his pants and boxers in a few fluid movements.

The pure obedience did something to Tsukishima he couldn't properly explain, but he squirmed where he sat, trying not to moan at the sight of his boyfriend's cock as it hung heavy between his legs.

It probably didn't matter, since the way Tsukishima immediately moved off the couch and onto his knees spoke for itself. His mind was already racing with the desire to make his boyfriend come, to suck on the head until Kuroo begged for more, to choke on his cock...

"Wait!" Kuroo's voice made him freeze though, and he looked up at Kuroo as the raven sat back onto the couch. He probably looked so sex drunk already, from how Kuroo's eyes flashed with something carnivorous. Stroking his cock, Kuroo laughed at the way Tsukishima's eyes followed the movement, and then pat his thigh. "Come up here."

At that, Tsukishima actually snapped out of it for a bit, blinking in confusion. "But I want to--"

"I know you do, and I'm gonna let you," Kuroo said, and his smirk actually made Tsukishima glare. "But you deserve a consolation prize too."

Tsukishima scoffed, standing to shuck off his pants and briefs.

"It's not a consolation prize if you're the winner," he replied, and still unsure of Kuroo's plan, he hopped back up onto the couch until his breath fanned over Kuroo's cock once more.

The tremble in Kuroo's voice made him wiggle his hips, and he made sure Kuroo watched.

"What happened to a truce?" Kuroo's voice shook as Tsukishima gave his cock a few firm strokes, and the blond didn't care what Kuroo was planning, he wanted more of that desperation now.

"I needed to tell you something," he said slyly, and before Kuroo could retort, he took the head of his cock in his mouth, sucking like he yearned for it. Kuroo choked out a moan as the milky precum met Tsukishima's tongue, and he swirled it around lewdly in his mouth.

Kuroo's hips twitched from the pleasure, and Tsukishima keened, the vibrations driving Kuroo mad.

"Fuck baby, that's right," Kuroo groaned, his hand digging into the cushions clumsily until he found their bottle of lube. Tsukishima didn't understand at first, but the realization dawned on him as soon as he felt a large hand kneed his ass.

Oh. Oh okay. Yes please.

Sticking his ass up higher, Tsukishima began to suck Kuroo off in earnest, making the show of it as he went all the way down on his cock. The sloshing and choking noises probably weren't necessary, but he loved the way they made Kuroo grab his blond hair and pull.

"Fuck Kei, you're amazing."

Tsukishima drank in all of Kuroo's babbles, all the praises and embarrassing comments.

"Want me to stretch you open? You're so dirty, bouncing your ass like this..."

"I'm gonna make you come hard with my cock in your mouth, Kei."

Tsukishima whined, trying his best to keep a good rhythm so Kuroo wouldn't come so fast. But god, it was tempting, especially when all he wanted was to pull off and tell Kuroo to come hard down his throat.

All coherent thought left his mind when Kuroo's lubed finger prodded at his entrance, teasing the rim until Tsukishima's whines turned even brattier, just how Kuroo liked. Tsukishima never liked to show that side of himself, no matter how much Kuroo told him it was okay. But when he did, something in Kuroo snapped, and he was no better than an animal.

He worked Tsukishima open, the lust taking over as he spoke mindlessly. "Fuck babe, your mouth is good at everything huh? So smart, but you can't say anything right now can you?"

He pulled Tsukishima off his cock, and the blond gasped.

Kuroo cursed under his breath. "So sexy..."

At the same time, Kuroo pushed in another finger, teasing the bundle of nerves inside Tsukishima with practiced skill.

Tsukishima got the picture as Kuroo kept him off his cock, but he wanted more than anything to keep going. Kuroo was close, but he obviously didn't want the fun to end. Tsukishima licked the head of his boyfriend's cock instead while Kuroo fingered him roughly, eventually scissoring him with three fingers after Tsukishima loosened up for him. And yeah, Tsukishima couldn't say anything at all, could just moan and push back wantonly.

Kuroo must've used more lube on purpose too, because the way his fingers plunged in and out of Tsukishima's ass filled the room with sloppy, indecent sounds which made Tsukishima glad they didn't have close neighbors.

"Tetsu, ah--I'm--fuck," Tsukishima's words quickly turned to mush when Kuroo pressed firmly against his prostate, and Tsukishima spasmed around him, like he wanted to keep his fingers locked there so badly.

But Kuroo really was a genuine bastard.

He pulled his fingers out, his palm connecting with Tsukishima's ass cheek with a resounding slap.

Tsukishima's back arched, and he stroked Kuroo's cock as best he could with trembling hands.

"Don't stop..."

"Hm, tempting," Kuroo sighed, groaning when Tsukishima licked a long stripe up his cock. "M-maybe if you admit I was right."

Seriously.

Tsukishima huffed, but he was too far gone to stop this, he felt so good. He just wanted to come, wanted to make Kuroo come..."I hate you sometimes."

Not that the words landed in the slightest when he was drooling over his boyfriend's dick. Or when Kuroo abruptly thrusted his fingers back inside of him, Tsukishima's moans way too happy to carry anything convincing.

"Aw, you hate me now? Is that it?" Kuroo said, amusement clear as day as he let Tsukishima feel every slow drag of his fingers inside him.

The rough, breathless syllables pouring from his lips made Tsukishima's mind swim, his body twisting at the sex-drunk words. Kuroo's speech abilities varied, and so far tonight, his debate skills hadn't gotten him far. Now, he was giving 110% to cover all that lost ground.

Tsukishima keened, and fuck, he didn't even bother glaring as Kuroo continued. "Hard to believe. You're so tight around me...."

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

“Mm, I wish I could hate you," Tsukishima sighed out, nails digging into Kuroo's thigh as he felt the familiar coiling of heat in his gut.

I'm gonna come, please make me come...

"But?" Kuroo's grin was most likely of the shit-eating kind, but Tsukishima didn't have it in him anymore to mind. He'd take everything Kuroo offered.

Thinking actions would speak louder than words, Tsukishima took Kuroo's cock back into his mouth, his pace merciless.

Come on, fall apart for me.

And Kuroo certainly did, all inclinations to tease or argue out the window. Neither of them cared about words, not with the pleasure building, not with Kuroo whimpering into the air of their apartment as Tsukishima took him deep.

He felt Kuroo's thrusts quicken, knew his fingers must've been cramping by then, but he kept going, eager to make Tsukishima feel as good as possible.

In the last few moments, a surge of affection welled up in Tsukishima's chest, and the noise he made around Kuroo's cock finally sent him over the edge.

Kuroo threw his head back, his hand leaving Tsukishima's hair to grip the armrest. "Oh god, oh shit, baby I'm coming, I'm--"

The feeling of Kuroo's cum shooting down his throat, along with the rough press of his fingers, sent Tsukishima toppling over the edge. He pulled off as he sobbed out in pleasure, some cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth as his body trembled.

He moved his hips shamelessly, riding out every last shock wave as he released into his hand. At least he'd had enough sense to do that right before his vision blanked out, his toes curling.

So good, so good.

Collapsing, he gave one last jolt as Kuroo pulled out his fingers, the sound absolutely filthy. Spent, their labored breathing filled the room, and Tsukishima lazily wiped his hand on his discarded pair of pants.

"Wow," Kuroo sighed above him, and Tsukishima simply hummed in response. His throat was sore, and his body still tingled from his orgasm. He was perfectly content with silence, and Kuroo's comforting touches.

Or, almost.

One last thought did cross his mind, and he turned over onto his back, letting his head rest on Kuroo's thigh. He felt the blush spread across his cheeks, a reaction he found annoying each time. No matter how many times he said it, it never got less embarrassing. "I love you too much to hate you by the way, shitty movie opinions and all."

Kuroo probably knew that already but...he felt he had to say it. The night couldn't get weirder anyways.

Tsukishima saw the exact moment Kuroo's brain and soul combusted from the statement, and before he knew it, he was being tackled onto the floor, his limbs too relaxed to protest as Kuroo smothered him in affection.

Oh well, if terrible movie marathons ended like this each time, Tsukishima couldn't mind it.

Much.

As if remembering the reason for all this mess, Kuroo lifted his head, glancing over to the home screen of the next installment of the franchise. The fourth one. Terushima's favorite.

Looking at each other, the consensus was reached, and the mutual hatred was all they needed as they both uttered the same response.

"No."

And yes, the truce persisted.

[fuckyeamia-blog]

Review: SX70 – BODY and LENS – BRIDGE-CAMERA – DSLR looks, fixed-lens tech. Canon PowerShot SX70 HS .

It is fun, convenient and versatile.

Type Compact digital still camera with built-in flash, 65x Optical, 4x Digital and 260x Combined Zoom with Optical Image Stabilizer

608g. 127 x 91 x 117 mm – 21-1365mm – Fully Articulated Screen Considering the SX70 HS is such a feature-packed camera, its control layout is fairly simple and logical.

Construction 15 elements in 11 groups (3 UD lenses, 1 double-sided aspherical lens)

10.0fps Fast Continuous Shooting You can shoot at maximum resolution of 5184 x 3888 pixels with aspect ratios of 1:1, 4:3, 3:2 and 16:9. SWEEP PANORAMA

Allows you to create a single panoramic image from multiple images shot while panning the camera. You can turn the control dial * on the shooting screen to select the shooting direction

2360k dot Viewfinder Resolution

Both RAW Shooting, Full RAW or Compact RAW,( CR2, CR3) – plus ALO preset (Standard, medium, strong) or off.

4K – 3840 x 2160 Max Video Resolution Tele: F 6.50 at 1365 mm Remote control with a smartphone – All-in-one with the looks of a DSLR and the weight and flexibility of a fixed-lens camera. Capture everything from distant details to macro shots without lens changes.

Bridges are, by their nature, versatile ‘everyman’ cameras. Its snappy 65x zoom make it ultra convenient.

The SX70HS also boasts the latest image processor, the DIGIC 8 – the very same chip that powers the EOS R.

Still, the 35mm equivalent focal range of 21-1365mm (with a variable aperture of f/3.4-6.5) is an obvious highlight of the camera.

This camera is a great travel camera and performs exceedingly well for what it is designed to do.

How a Point-and-Shoot Became My New Best Friend

Canon PowerShot SX70 HS Digital Camera Deluxe Kit.

I too believe the introductory price to be fair and reasonable.

Comprising the essentials needed to begin shooting, the Canon PowerShot SX70 HS

Digital Camera Deluxe Kit from xxx bundles the long-zoom point-and-shoot with a fast memory card, a spare rechargeable lithium-ion battery, and a camera bag plus Filter Circular 67mm and Canon SX Filter- Adapter. FA-DC67A Filteradapter.

Home www.canon.co.uk/cameras/powershot-sx70-hs/ Capture special moments in stunning style with the PowerShot SX70 HS, the top of Canon’s bridge range, with DSLR looks and latest tech.

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Canon PowerShot SX70 HS Digital Camera

Characterized by its impressive reach, the PowerShot SX70 HS from Canon is a flexible point-and-shoot offering high-resolution imaging and a wide-ranging 65x zoom lens. The 20.3MP CMOS sensor pairs with the DIGIC 8 image processor to afford stills shooting at up to 10 fps for working with moving subjects, and also enables recording UHD 4K video content as well as producing 4K time-lapse movies. For working in a variety of shooting situations, the 65x optical zoom covers a wide-angle to super-telephoto focal length range, and is complemented by five stop-effective image stabilization to minimize the appearance of camera shake for sharper handheld shooting. Benefitting the imaging capabilities, this camera also incorporates a 2.36m-dot OLED electronic viewfinder for clear eye-level shooting and built-in Wi-Fi and Bluetooth permit seamless wireless control and sharing capabilities.

20.3MP CMOS Sensor and DIGIC 8 Image Processor A 20.3MP CMOS sensor pairs with the DIGIC 8 image processor to realize notable image quality and speed to permit stills shooting at up to 10 fps, UHD 4K video recording, and in-camera 4K time-lapse movie creation. Together, the sensor and processor also produce clean image quality and enhanced sensitivity with minimal noise for working in difficult lighting conditions. 65x Zoom Lens and Image Stabilization An expansive 65x optical zoom lens offers a wide-angle to super telephoto 21-1365mm equivalent focal length range to suit working with a wide variety of subjects. This extensive reach is complemented by a versatile image stabilization system that minimizes the appearance of camera shake by up to five stops. Body Design and Wireless Connectivity A 2.36m-dot OLED electronic viewfinder is available as a clear and bright means for eye-level monitoring. Built-in Wi-Fi allows you to wirelessly share your photos and movies with a linked smartphone or tablet as well as remotely control the camera from the mobile device by using the Camera Connect app. Mobile devices can also connect to the camera using Bluetooth for remotely adjusting settings and gaining a live view image from your smartphone or tablet. Bluetooth connectivity also allows you to use your smartphone’s location data to geotag your photos, and the date can also be stamped on your imagery for easy reference. Other Camera Features Zoom Framing Assist automatically zooms in or out to keep a subject within the frame and in focus when using longer focal lengths.

PS only in Standard PicStyle the cam’s UI offers sliders for Sharpness – (includes NR) 0 -7 Contrast, +/-2 Saturation +/-2 and Color Tone (color of human skin). +/-2 and free Color space! Option WB – White Blance A1, M1

4.0,0,0 – normal NR

Eagle1effi: suggest

6,1,2,-2 plus ALO high

or FD fine Detail , sunny 7,2,2,-2 – but lowest NR, noise reduction

plus ALO (Standard, medium, strong) or off for best Details!

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