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The dynamic camera of Super Smash Bros. for Wii U moves to keep all characters on screen while they are still within the bounds of the current stage, zooming in and out to give a significant amount of breathing room for everyone involved. In addition to this, the camera will also adjust itself based on different stage considerations (such as changing stage size) and thus will act at least slightly differently depending on the stage chosen.

COLOMBIA. Caquetá. January 2014. A group of Embera Chami IDP walking towards their new village, established with the help of the United Nations refugee agency.

Colombia has been wracked by internal conflict for over half a century. The warring factions have included the government through its army; right-wing paramilitary groups, like the United Self-Defense Forces of Colombia (A.U.C.); and left-wing guerrilla groups, such as the FARC-E.P., the National Liberation Army (E.L.N.), the M-19 (a group formed from the 19 of April Movement) and the Popular Liberation Army (E.P.L.). A significant portion of the country has long been under the strict control of the different armed non-state actors. 

A recent peace deal has however been ratified by the government and the largest rebel group, the FARC, ending 52 years of civil war and organising the disarmament and reintegration of its members. 

Photograph: Alvaro Ybarra Zavala/Archivo Macondo

(Hi lads, I’m still here, sorry for the lack of activity. This is the whole, Raph spending some time with his newborn thing that was requested a while ago. I have more recently gotten a similar request, but it’s slightly different so they will be two see pared do-hicks… So enjoy! )

Raphael had never been scared of anything the way he was scared of the baby high chair now.

Maybe some context was important because one can just go off citing the big, bara turtle as being frightened by a typical household object; found in the home of any baby bearing family. It wasn’t the furniture itself that gave Red the fear. After all, it was a lifeless object. It was rather, the task is presented him with.

Trying to feed his daughter.

Still very small, only a few weeks old, Raph was the paragon of cautious as he cradled her in his big arms. Really, he could hold her in just one hand, he dwarfed her several hundred- If not thousand times over. Yet, he insisted on using the two, just to be safe. She meant the world to him. And he was always so worried him, being so big and clumsy might hurt her.

After all, baby’s were babies. Soft, fragile, delicate. Things that Raph tended to break. Just the thought of that gave him chills. And, mortality aside, she was used to her mother. Her gentle touch and caring arms, not his scales and bulky hands. Raph was always so hesitant to hold her, in fact, truth be told- This was his first time alone with her.

Carefully settling the little one into the high chair, strapping her in, he weighed the fresh, warm bottle in the other hand. While his little one was half reptilian, she was still half mammal and, as such, required milk.

Slowly he raised the rubber teet to her cute lips. She pouted against the bottle and seemed to mouth it a little but never fully latching on. This went on for several minutes until-

“ You know, it’d be easier if you held her. ”

Raph jumped, startled by Donnie, almost seeming to teleport behind him; causing him to loose grip on the bottle and clumsily scrabble for it. Gratefully, he managed to grab it.

“ Don! What the shell? Get outta here, I’m tryinna feed her, ” He grunted at his brother, who watched him, amused.

“ And I’m trying to help you get that done before she starves. She’s not used to drinking sitting up. Think about it, she’s been breastfed mostly and when she hasn’t been, she’s still been lying down. You need to hold her like her mom would, ” The genius of the brothers suggested, as Raph slowly glanced back to his daughter; slouched in her high chair, looking bored, her little face scrunched up.

Come to think of it, Donnie was right, Raph realised. His mate always fed their little one with her lying down. But, for her to be lying down, he’d have to hold her. Something Raph wasn’t entirely comfortable with, especially since he’d have to use one hand only, the other supporting the bottle.

“ Ye sure? Maybe she’ll get used to it, ” He grumbled. Don chuckled, patting his brother’s shell in a ‘good luck’ before retreating to his lab.

Raph sighed, taking a moment to mentally prepare for this. Scooping his baby from the chair, he carefully shuffled over to the couch, making sure to support her head. After sitting down, he positioned her so her little head rested in the crook of his elbow.

Looking down at her, daddy turtle smiled as the baby gurgled and churred happily. A trait, a sound, a language they’d inherited from him.

Letting out a shaky sigh, Raph made sure she was secure before removing one hand and lifting her bottle to her lips. Once again, she licked over it for a few minutes. However, this time, soon she found her grip and began to suckle. Such a little tummy was quick to have its full.

Setting the bottle aside, Raph daintily lifted her against her shoulder, pressing one large hand against her back, rubbing with only one finger she was so small, in order to wind her. With a satisfying little burp, that made him chuckle, he lowered her back to lie. Snuggled up to daddy, it was mere moments before the baby had drifted off to sleep.

And Raph, while feeling incredibly stressed out, tense and terrified for the future… Felt just a little more confident.

And his wife? Would be sure to share the touching moment with their daughter later in life, given she’d captured it all on her phone from the comfort of the doorway.

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