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[shutterbricks]

The BrickNet ShutterClick, the world’s first-ever* LEGO camera.

*: Citation needed.

[satrangiphotographer-blog]

Like & comment 'BUILDING' letter by letter without interruption Tag someone who needs to see this . . Follow for more photos 👇👇👇👇👇 @satrangiphotographer @satrangiphotographer @satrangiphotographer @satrangiphotographer . . #satrangiphotographer #easyphoto #localphotography #indianphotograph #localphotographyspots #coolclick #localphotographers #amazingclick #localphotographer #beautifulclick #phographylovers #photographyideas #focusphotography #photofocus #focusphoto #easyclick #photographerfocus #shutterclick #photographyatitsbest #imageclicks #localphoto #picclick #nodslr #nofilter #rawimage #rawclick #rawphoto #rawphotography #rawphotographers #indian_photographers (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvtt5XLAbnX/?igshid=1rxcxw9dt4lsb

[studio3e]

Celebrating 8 years of Studio 3E with a free celebration shoot. People attending brought canned goods to be donated to the Clara White Mission located in Jacksonville Florida. #celebration #anniversary #shootout #photography #foragoodcause #peoplehelpingpeople #feedthepoor #homelesskitchen #photostudio #freeshoot #goodtimes #saturdaymotivation #comingtogether #studio3e #partybackdrop #gettheshot #shutterclick (at Studio 3E) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrtlOEJAsG4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17jnyw0tl86gf

[gloryforced]

@goodplaywright​ said: ❛  what,  are  the  paparazzi  in  town?  because  i’m  totally  ready  for  my  close  up!  ❜ 

Animal crossing starters ;; accepting

Petrol sure hoped it was Not paparazzi. He had to admit, it was rather odd to see such spectacle surrounding the camp Campbell. It seemed hundreds of cameras were flashing, all shutterclicking voices joining in a chorus outside of the impenetrable walls of the amphitheater. This is just a punishment for his reckless action, sneaking out of the complex- for what?

For someone as insignificant as Preston? Absolutely. There’s not a lot of opportunity to meet someone with such a big heart, and not be such a total doormat. His passion & fierocity was familiar, but not demeaning & authorative like some. If he can see potential in petrol, then he can admit the same. Which means, of all things- helping Preston with a costume haul.

Despite the years of training to perfect his monotony, he couldn’t hold back quiet laughter. Yes, the other looked ridiculous. What made it hilarious was how he was carrying himself like a celebrity about to walk down the red carpet. Confidence- an actor’s greatest weapon. Or something. He forgot the saying. Petrol cleared his throat, trying to bring them both back down to earth. Maybe less photo shoot, and more picture perfect organization. These boxes were only getting heavier by the minute, after all.

[chrisbhng]

190701 Leeteuk Instagram Update: #Birthday #KoongiDidNotTakePhotosTogether #WhatAboutMe? Feeling sad* ㅋㅋ Together #ShutterClick 📷

[bigsnzstanacct]

D/ream Da/ddy SnzFic D*mien 1

I wrote a DD sneeze fic. I wanted to do a date each with all the dads and I may yet get to it but idk, I feel like I’d have to replay the game to get the style down again.Anyway!

Fyi His name is Cary… because that’s as close to “character” as I could get with a real name. Actually he uses a first initial. P. Cary. (The P is for player.) (Maybe the name is why he has daddy issues?) (dream daddy issues *eyebrows*).

Also Amanda is the Player Character’s daughter. That’s probably the only info you need if you don’t watch the show.

— Damien 1

I awkwardly fidget with my clothes. That’s what you do right, before you walk into your weirdly hot neighbor’s giant Gothic house? Right? Before you talk to your neighbor who walks around every day in a cape and waistcoat, and yells at Dead, Bath, and Beyond employees for insufficiently Victorian clothing, and could probably out vampire Brad Pitt in that Brad-Pitt-is-a-Sexy-Vampire movie… before you walk into his house, you fidget, right? That’s definitely normal. I’m sure it’s normal. Positive. Even if you are well-dressed, even if for whatever reason you put on your navy suit, even combed your hair into something approaching presentable, and if you happen to have worn the tight suit pants that show off the results of your squats well, that didn’t make things weird, right? Just one Dad visiting another Dad’s house, no ulterior motives here, no matter how single and attractive the Dads are—or at least one of the Dads are, and—

And all of a sudden there’s a crash of thunder, which came out of nowhere I swear, and then he door is open and there he is…

“Oh, hello, Cary. Delighted to have you.”

It’s an imposing sight. Damien standing there, in front of his big, scary, weirdly beautiful house, tall, lithe, pale, right on the edge of gaunt. Tall black doorframe towering over him, that waistcoat accentuating his tight, grab-able waist, the cape emphasizing his broad shoulders… the hard ridge of his jaw, the cascade of his hair. And those eyes. Purple eyes. That must be color contacts, right?

“Uh, Cary?”

OH THAT’S RIGHT I HAVE TO TALK.

“H-hey Damien! I, uh, thanks for… is there always a clap of thunder when you open the door?”

My dumb mouth.

“Usually.” Damien responds. I almost say something but then… I see the twinkle in his eyes.

“You’re… messing with me!” I exclaim, exasperated.

“Of course I am, didn’t you read the weather forecast? There’s supposed to be sporadic storms all day today. Lucky you came in before…”

And then it’s as if the whole sky opened up, because there’s a downpour out of nowhere and I have to sprint up the stairs and into this house before I get drenched. “H-heh, missed it by an inch, huh?”

I take in the house. It’s large, imposing… yes, creepy for sure but… also… really impressive. Full of oil paintings that ought to be full on Scooby-Doo terrifying, but… nope. They’re weirdly inviting, below the thin veneer of terror they inspire. Sort of like Damien himself.

“Might I interest you in a tour of the premises?” Damien asks, shocking me out of my reverie. Amanda told me I had to talk, and here I am, in Damien’s house, staring and not talking. Great job, Cary. I nod, apparently under the desire to convince Damien that I’m mute. Luckily, he loves talking about his house, and fills the silence much better than I could. I like that in a man. Good at talking. Definitely on my top ten qualities. “I’d love to show you…” Damien says, “well… a bit of a surprise, but. You’ll just have to stay for tea, until the rain clears up, I simply must show you… well, first, my bedroom. Not um,” he pinks up. The blush looks good on his pale skin. Can he hide anything from people? “Not to be… forward in any… it’s just, the best painting’s there. And I thought you might want to see. It’s an authentic 19th century painting, based on a scene from Tennyson, one of his dialogues, and it seemed like you liked the other paintings. Nothing more, of course.”

I’m pretty sure he’s walking a little faster now, and I bet if I wasn’t behind him I’d see that adorable blush again. Too bad the cape blocks the view of his ass… Geez, I have sex on the brain. I need to get laid. Or maybe it’s just spending time with all these guys… how is it that every single dad on this block is hot? And most of them are single! It’s almost like somebody planned it.

Damien shows me the painting, which, yes, I love it. And somewhere between the painting, and the library, and the fanfiction—don’t lie to me Damien, I know a slashfic when I see one—and the butterflies and the tea… I start having fun. I start having a lot of fun actually. I finally regain the use of my mouth, so I can actually talk, and once I’m talking we’re having a great conversation! The whole Victorian thing isn’t Damien’s whole personality or anything, it’s just something he really likes. And there’s something really charming about having a hobby he’s so passionate about. I wish I had any hobbies I was passionate about, besides of course the niceties of lawncare. And puns. I am passionate about puns. I’m a Dad, after all.

“…and it’s finally cleared up so… I can show you the last thing!” Damien says, excitedly. “If you’d like? I haven’t taken up too much of your time? I of course have the greatest deference for the leisure time of my houseguests, I wouldn’t want you to think I’m expecting you to bestow your entire afternoon upon me.”

“Oh, Damien, I’d love to bestow my afternoon on you.” Why does that sound vaguely dirty? “Lead the way!”

And so lead the way he does, walking me out into… oh no.

Well, not just oh no. It is beautiful. It’s gorgeous, it’s a whole garden of what seems like every single kind of flower in the world, it’s absolutely incredible. It’s just my allergies, and more than my allergies it’s…

“Oh no, you don’t like it. I… usually this is the part they like best, but… we can go back in if you…”

“No, no!” I interrupt, my voice blessedly free of the taint of allergic urge… for the moment. “No, we don’t need to go back in, I really like it here this is… this is incredible, Damien! I was just…” I rub at my nose quickly, hoping against hope that it won’t betray me again but… my nose always betrays me. My nose is my nemesis. Or at least the nemesis of me looking cool. Or sounding like a human, instead of—what did ‘Manda call me?—a fifty-foot-tall moose monster slash air cannon with a side of a large lion-type animal purring, weirdly?—Oh. Damien’s staring. I’m doing that not-talking thing again. “I was just taking a moment to take it all in, that’s all.” I say, all in a rush. For a second doubt flickered in his eyes, but Damien seemed to buy my explanation for the moment so all’s clear on the western front. For now.

Things go surprisingly well. Damien’s telling me what all the different flowers mean, and how the Victorians used flowers to express the feelings they were too awkward to express with words, and honestly that sounds pretty excellent to me. I manage to pull out that knowledge of flowers I gained once from watching a history channel special while half asleep, which seems to impress Damien (3AM History Channel to the rescue once again!). And Damien’s telling me all about how he put together a bouquet to express “I feel slight regret at having mistaken you for a human being when you are in fact a rotting skunk carcass in a suit and an Edwardian monocle,” when I felt…

IT.

Oh no. Oh no. IT was coming. I felt it. It was already too late. I felt it taking me over, rooting itself in my toes, radiating out from the tips of my nostrils to send a shiver down my spine, taking control of every ounce of strength in my body, stretching my mouth like loading a cannon, shutting my eyes as I shook my head, faintly protesting against the all-consuming power taking hold of me. It was coming. It was inevitable. It was unstoppable.

I was about to Dad Sneeze.

I remembered the day it came over me. I had been on guard for it. I had been vigilant. I had declared: I wasn’t going to fall prey. I might not be a cool dad. I could embrace the finer details of tree-pruning. I could expertly attempt to fix sinks, call the plumber, and have the whole thing fixed before Amanda or her mom got home. I loved Dad puns. But I was not going to be a Dad Sneeze Dad. No way. No how. It wasn’t going to get me…

I was on a date with Amanda’s mom when it struck. I was’t event trying to be a Dad then! I was being a Cool Guy Who Happened To Be Married And Have A Kid. I was going to get laid that night. (I still did. *wink*) I was just getting into the precise details of the color my steak should be on the inside when an urge came over me like none I’d ever felt before, and urge that was utterly beyond my control. Before I even knew what was happening, my face was exploding with a sound that terrified even me, let alone how the roar terrified half of the patrons of the very swanky restaurant I was treating my wife to (that I also, purely incidentally, happened to have a coupon for.) I was worried in the aftermath that a) I no longer had a face because I’d blown it off in the sneeze, or b) we’d be kicked out of Chez Frenchtaliano Surf and Turf. (A) wasn’t the case, but (B) was a near thing.

My Dad Sneezes had gotten worse since then.

But there was nothing to do, and as long as I’d managed to forestall it, among all these flowers? It was going to be a Dad Sneeze for the ages. I hitched, I gasped, I wheezed. I caught Damien’s terrified expression through shutterclicks as my eyes fluttered, and my head tipped back, and the feeling reached it’s apex and…

“HHHAARRRRRRRRRSSCCHHHHHHHOOOPPPPPFFFAAAGRRLLL!!!”

A ridiculous, thunderous, earth-shaking, category 9 Dad Sneeze exploded from my face.

My eyes stayed closed a moment after the sneeze, as I enjoyed the wash of euphoria that came over me after every monstrous sneeze, the momentary afterglow before I had to face the crowd I’d terrified. I sheepishly opened my eyes, half-afraid I’d blown down half Damien’s garden to find…

Damien’s eyes closing, his eyebrows going up, up, up, mouth falling open, the architecture of his nostrils flaring and twitching towards a…

“WWWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAASSCCHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

Have you ever thought about what a vampire would sound like if it roared? That’s what Damien sneezing sounds like. Not a match for my own, it would probably only terrify three, four mallgoers on the outside (my record is roughly twenty-three; it had come on suddenly and I was in the middle of frantic Christmas Week Unprepared Single Dad Shopping), but a true Dad Sneeze nonetheless. I have to give the man his respect.

“Well! Excuse me!” Damien exclaims, giggling a bit. “I’m so sorry, I’ve just… did you know the Victorians were the first to identify the phenomenon of ‘sympathetic sneezing’?”

I can’t help but smile. There’s nothing to make you feel like you didn’t ruin a date neighborly hangout in a lovely Victorian garden with your galumphing sinuses than an equally (well, not quite equally) calamitous nasal eruption immediately following.

“Nice sneeze.” I say, raising my hand for a high five.

“Nice sneeze,” Damien responds, aiming for the elbow with flawless technique. Did the Victorians high-five? “Shall we… adjourn to the indoors, or…”

He seems almost hesitant to go inside, and to be honest so am I. As long as he’s cool with putting up with my…

“I mean, as long as you’re cool with putting up with my…” I say, miming the Sneeze of Doom I’d just unleashed.

“As long as you won’t mind my echoing call. We shall resound through the garden together! Now, have I explained to about the white crocus?”

“N-nuhh… you h-have… h-haveehhhhh… ehhHHH… EEEEHHHHTTTRRRRUUUSSSSCCCCHHHHHKKKKKKBBBBP!”

“WWWHHHHHEEEEYYYYYYYSSSHHHHHAAAAAAAA!!”

[wildeyepixel-blog]

#pictures #picoftheday #photooftheday #Wildeyepixel #indianphotography #portraitphotographer  #potraitphotography #potraitmode  #potrait  #potraiture  #indiangirl #shutterhubindia #shutterclick @endlessfaces  @indian.photography  @photographers_of_india  @pinterestfashionstar @the_photographical_world  @photographers.of.india  @photographicalgoals (at Odisha)

[pistolpeetlokk]

Any baddies trying to shoot with me and my hot friend ? @pistola_losangeles #ishootLA #tfti_la #conquer_la #portraitkillers #shutterclick (at Huntington Park, California)

[studio3e]

Celebrating 8 years of Studio 3E with a free celebration shoot. People attending brought canned goods to be donated to the Clara White Mission located in Jacksonville Florida. #celebration #anniversary #shootout #photography #foragoodcause #peoplehelpingpeople #feedthepoor #homelesskitchen #photostudio #freeshoot #goodtimes #saturdaymotivation #comingtogether #studio3e #partybackdrop #gettheshot #shutterclick #strobe #softbox #red (at Studio 3E) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrvMy8KA_q_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1osnc508mau6t

[phungthaihy]

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[unfetteredwill]

📂📂📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

   Vanitas can actually read and write well. The problem is that the three languages he does know aren’t even known in most worlds. Things like ‘English or Japanese’ aren’t in his repertoire leaving him to feel stupid most of the time on new worlds.

   Useless as it’s no longer relevant for his main verse. Vanitas was unable to stay on the Land of Departure for long because the sheer light of that world’s heart began to harm his body. 

   He misses the scars of his old bodies. They felt like rights of passage, something to remember.

[blogofthefrog]

Talk

There I woke in the warmth of you

As the curtains cast the sheets on the bed

The clock lay flat as you started to stir,

Barebacked, your breathing keeping time instead

Were we ever quite still for a shutterclick?

Writhing through the heat in your room

Every turn just seemed to spur on another,

As further we weaved to this loom

And while the world outside stayed waiting,

Our film churned to crooked, muddy tunes

I was fine with whatever else I had missed  

But i swore that by now I'd have more of you

Cause I love the way you talk to me

And for a moment I’ll pretend that talk’s enough

I love the way you talk to me,

But I think that I might love you too much

With time comes the gift of memories,

Their spark receding with my hairline and a cough

I'll forget the way you used to look at me

In an accidental dose of dozing off

And there I’ll wake in the grey of our evening

The light receding with the day

Even when I'm struck stark with feeling,

I find I still fall flat on what to say

Still I love the way you talk to me

Even when I'm starved for your touch

I love the way you talk to me

But I think that I might love you too much

In the blackest dresses, the reddest rose

Dissolving in your liquid language

The whitest winters, the pinkest nose

I am a fly to its sticky fragrance

Your gentle frame, the Olive Hues

The colors that look their best on you

I love the way you talk to me,

And for a moment I'll pretend that talk’s enough

I love the way you talk to me,

But I think that I might love you too much

[itstheinternetofthings]

4:31 PM

on monday the power went out at my office

so i worked out of the culver city firestone 

got my tires replaced; answered emails

i have enough money to do this now, i have enough money to do all kinds of things

i listened to reruns of Dr. Phil and stood outside in my heels

taking calls about affiliate publishers, google PLAs, something called “soft goods”

asking all the right questions, sounding very mature, wrapping my scarf around my arms, shivering from the cold

i am worried

then and now

that i am incapable of going deeper than this

that my life is only going to be a series of scrabbling,

soundbytes, quick quips, feeds

desire, shutterclick, desire

lacks that hyperlink to lacks, refresh, double tap, scroll, refresh

an overlapping landscape of dry mouths, drunk jokes, half-filled palms

i say i want love but i really want approval

i’m so scared that’s all i’ll ever get.

[kanjiredwolf-blog]

Experienced my first LA ShutterClick. #interesting #photographer #shutterclick (at Downtown)

[studio3e]

Celebrating 8 years of Studio 3E with a free celebration shoot. People attending brought canned goods to be donated to the Clara White Mission located in Jacksonville Florida. #celebration #anniversary #shootout #photography #foragoodcause #peoplehelpingpeople #feedthepoor #homelesskitchen #photostudio #freeshoot #goodtimes #saturdaymotivation #comingtogether #studio3e #partybackdrop #gettheshot #shutterclick (at Studio 3E) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrtuwlpgH9C/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lir5vbbexwq1

[studio3e]

Celebrating 8 years of Studio 3E with a free celebration shoot. People attending brought canned goods to be donated to the Clara White Mission located in Jacksonville Florida. #celebration #anniversary #shootout #photography #foragoodcause #peoplehelpingpeople #feedthepoor #homelesskitchen #photostudio #freeshoot #goodtimes #saturdaymotivation #comingtogether #studio3e #partybackdrop #gettheshot #shutterclick (at Studio 3E) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrtuNpLgJSW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xy9odfaqz5hb