captured at the right time

What do you mean this wasn’t what happened in episode 9

I’d originally intended to try new ways of linearting and stuff but evidently that didn’t happen orz maybe next time

not to mention I got a little bored by the end so it’s not fully… finished? but it looks decent :>

In 1988 as his record-breaking Bad World Tour rolled on, Michael Jackson penned a rare note to Bill Pecchi, a camera operator who, due to his recent work on the movie Moonwalker, had been asked to film crowd reactions prior to and during each of the 123 concerts. The letter followed a clearly emotional conversation between the two en route, and in it Jackson offers words of encouragement; politely tells Pecchi he can do better; shows glimpses of his perfectionism, and finishes by proclaiming his love for all people.


I very very seldom write letters but in this moving occasion I couldn’t help myself. I want to thank you for putting the effort forward to capture the magic and excitement of the people of the world. What you do is a very personal and powerful medium to me. It is the art of stopping time, to preserve a moment that the naked eye can not hold, to capture truth spontaneause truth the depths of human excitement in human spirit. All else will be forgotten but not the film generations from now will experience the excitement you’ve captured, it truly is a time capsule. I will not be tottally satisfied until I know your at the right angle at the right time, to capture a cresendo of emotion that happens so quickly, so spontaneously.

What you have done was good, but I want the best, the whole picture, cause and effect. I want crowd reaction wide lens shots - depths of emotion, timing. I know we can do it. It is my dream and goal to capture TRUTH. We should dedicate ourselves to this. The person who makes a success of living, is the one who sees his goal steadily and aims for it unswervingly. That is dedication. There is no other way to perfection than dedication perseverance. Just tell us what you need to make it happen. Take the leadership to direct the other camera men. I’ve enjoyed working with you that is why I asked you to come, you have a gentle spirit thats very likable. Maybe I look at the world through rose colored glasses but I love people all over the world. That is why stories of racism realy disturb me. You hurt my heart and soul when you told me of your boyhood in Texas. Because in TRUTH I believe all men are created equal, I was taught that and will always believe it.

I just can’t concieve of how a person could hate another because of skin color. I love every race on the planet earth. Prejudice is the child of ignorance. Naked we come into the world and naked we shall go out. And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its color. I’m sorry to bring up such past news, but in the car I was hurt by what you said. I’m so happy though that you have managed to overcome your childhood past. Thank God that youv'e graduated from such beliefs of ignorance. I’m glad I’ve never experienced such things. Teach your kids to love all people equally I know you will. I speak from heart saying I love you and all people especially the children, I’m glad God chose me and you.

Love M.J.


i know adrien is more relatable to kids/gave the writing teams a wider range of storylines to explore than felix, but dang it i miss my grouchy espresso cat

please bring him back someday zagtoon, please bring back the character who got me so invested in ladybug in the first place

Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim: A Classic 50 Years Later

The collaboration of Frank Sinatra and Antonio Carlos Jobim was a perfect match. Captured just at the right time during the 1960s Brazilian music craze, the album was a big seller and a Grammy nominee for album of the year. Nate Chinen of WBGO recalls this classic 50 years later.

-Scott Wenzel

Read and listen…

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This and all my love

Summary: you are deeply in love with bucky but some persons are jealous and don’t want you to be happy

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, fluff, fluff, asshole Natasha

Word count: 3838 !!!!!

Requested by : @melconnor2007

You woke up to sunshine filling your room and soft snores next to you.

You tried to fully wake up and glanced around the room. The windows were open, he must have opened them when he came into bed to you. You didn’t mind though, knowing he could sleep better with open windows.

You turned your head to his side of the bed and there he was your boyfriend, bucky. His arm was lazily wrapped around your waist and his face hidden in your neck. The whole picture, let alone the thought of him sleeping next to you made you smile.

Its been all new and totally great. Only a few people knew about the two of you, the others were on a mission with no chance to communicate. It made you a little sad that you couldn’t tell them ,when all you wanted to do was scream it on top of your lungs while walking through the streets.

You still couldn’t believe how it happened. You closed your eyes thinking back to the day, two month ago, on which Bucky made the first step into a better future for both of you.

It was completely startling and you were concerned when he stalked into the room, with a clear aim. He looked confident, even though he told you, a few days later, his heart dropped to his stomach.

He approached you with fast steps and without any warning he brought his metal hand to your neck waiting for any sign of fear, but there wasn’t any. And then he dipped down to your small form and pulled you closer and up to him.

He just kissed you.

His lips melted into yours in a deep passionate kiss his left hand still resting on your neck as he put his knee up on the couch, which brought him closer to you and made you lean back onto the cushion on your elbows.

He brought his other hand to your waist massaging small circles into it as his mouth worked in perfect sync with yours. The kiss was deep and passionate but became softer and softer till he slowly pulled back with his eyes still closed, he brought the hand that was on your waist up to your cheek and finally looked at you with those beautiful eyes.

The two of you shared a moment just staring at each other before he picked you up bridal style and whispered into your neck “this is what I got (y/n), this and all my love” he stated softly.

You wrapped your arms around him “this and all my love” you answered as you gave him another deep kiss. 

You smiled to yourself, the thought always making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, just as every other thing bucky did.

You suddenly felt soft fingers stroking your cheek like feathers and in that moment you realized the warm breath that used to tickle your neck only moments ago was gone.

Bucky was awake.

His hand cupped your cheek softly and his thumb ran over your cheekbone before you felt a loving yet passionate kiss on your lips and immediately kissed him back.

He pulled away and as you opened your eyes his shiny blue ones were already gazing at you. You smiled at him softly, resting one hand on his chest which hovered slightly above you since he was propped up on an elbow and his other hand was still on your cheek, making him lean over you.

“What were you smiling about love?” He asked softly his thumb beginning to stroke your cheekbone again.

“You and all your love” you replied and closed your eyes again.

He knew exactly what you meant, he thought back to that day too every so often. He smiled to himself and them captured your lips in another warm kiss.

He felt like now was the right time to tell you the three words. He told you he admired you and he adored you.

He knew very well that he was deeply and hopelessly absolutely head over heals in love with you and you knew it too, because you felt the same for him.

He wanted to say the words so he opened his mouth “I… Think we are going to be late if we keep this up.”

You chuckled and excused yourself to the bathroom closing the door after blowing him a kiss.

He fell down onto his back and his hands covered his face. He was such a stupid idiot. His damn mind. He wanted to say the words, he meant them he was sure but then. His brain filled his thoughts with so many worst case scenarios of him scaring you of, or you not feeling the same way that he just couldn’t do it. He loved you too much to loose you.

He scolded himself for being so insecure, for just letting all the doubts take over and not being able to control himself. He was so happy when he gathered all the strengths and braveness to kiss you for the first time and now he was to shy to say three words. He couldn’t believe it.

He pushed the thought into the back of his mind, wanting the day to be a good one, he made his way into the bathroom to join your shower. 

Both of you sat at the kitchen table surrounded by Steve, tony, Wanda and t'challa. Everyone else was still on their mission but everyone was used to not having all people and friends around.

You sat on Bucky’s lap, since he refused to let you sit so far away from him on the last available chair, four spots away from him. But it was of course only an excuse to have you near him, because the two of you did this every morning no matter how many chairs were available.

You talked to Steve as you absently shoved a spoon full of cereal into Bucky’s mouth every now and then. You could feel him peppering kisses all over you neck but you didn’t mind at all. So did the others. At the beginning they didn’t like it at all finding it annoying and not acceptable while they were eating but they eventually got used to it and even found it really adorable to see the both of you so deeply in love.

You finished breakfast and then your paths parted sadly both of you having different plans of the day. Bucky didn’t want to go and leave you alone but you told him to go and introduce the new agents since everything you would have to do was go over some files.

You said your goodbyes with several kisses. “And you text me whenever you need anything or something isn’t alright and I’ll be up here in three seconds.” He said and kissed you.

You laughed at him knowing very well that he was serious, he’d probably bring thirty different sorts of ice cream, a million plush teddys and five hundred roses along. But you loved him for being like that. A romantic.

You finally got him to leave as you pushed him into the elevator with a laugh. And there he wanted to say the words again, but he couldn’t, disappointed in himself he rode down all the way to the entrance. 

You made your way to the common room just as you saw the jet landing. You were excited and ran out to the others hugging them tight. You immediately dragged Natasha inside and onto the couch telling her about your new boyfriend.

She smiled at you, however the smile faded as you told her who it was, and so did yours at the sight of her. “What?” You asked in fear.

“You can’t be together with bucky.”

“Why not?!” You started to become angry at her, she didn’t have any right to rule over your life.

“Do you not know who he is ?”

“Natasha, He is not the winter soldier, he is bucky. He is a sweet lovely and caring guy and you don’t know anything.” You snapped at her angrily.

“He is a monster” she replied and that’s when she stepped over the line, you were about to explode you shot up from your spot on the couch about to hit her in the face “how dare you talk about him like that.”

She grabbed your hand  mid-air as it was only inches from your face and talked to you again “listen up (y/n) you keep the relationship with him up you are gonna pay for it. You’ll be sorry” she stated coldly and you looked at her with wide eyes and in shock, yanking your hand out of her grip and rushed down the hall and into your room.

You locked the door and slid down at it, only now progressing what happened. You started to cry with your palms pressed to your forehead in distraught. Your crying was quiet, no one knew what was happening on your side of the door and you were thankful for that.

You didn’t know what to do.

This whole situation overwhelmed you and you pushed yourself from the ground walking over to your closet. You packed your bag, took everything you could get in there with you and whipped your tears away. You made your decision. You were leaving.

Mostly to get a clear head but also because you wanted to protect bucky, you knew what Natasha was capable of and you just knew bucky would have a better life without you here. 

Bucky stepped out of the elevator three hours later, his muscles already feeling sore from his exhausting day. He walked into the common room and frowned as he saw your files laying on the glass table in exact the same position they laid in when he left you.

No one was there except for Steve who was reading a magazine “Steve have you seen (y/n)” he asked with a frown making Steve look up to him.

“Oh hey buck, its nice to see you too, yeah my day was good pretty relaxed how was yours ?” He answered with a sigh.

“Steve” bucky warned.

Steve shot him a glare “no I haven’t” he looked back down onto his magazine and in that moment bucky knew something was wrong.

“Thanks” he muttered as he pulled his phone out of his pocked hoping you left him a text or something but there was nothing. He headed of to your bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door his heart stopped. All your drawers and the doors of your closet were left open and all your clothes were gone. He supported himself at the chair next to your table as he looked around the room for any sign of hint to where you went but he found nothing.

His breathing hitched and he had a hard time with getting air into his lungs as he saw his whole life shattering apart into tiny little pieces that no one else except you could bring together again. He sat down on the chair feeling dizzy and a wave of sickness hit him. He started to cry into his palms. The tears streaming down his face softly.

“Friday would you tell Steve to come over immediately.” He asked the devise with a hiccup in between and only seconds later Steve came rushing into your room seeing bucky crying.

He rushed over to him and rested a comforting hand on his  shoulder.

“I lost her Steve, I lost the only good thing in my life.” He sobbed softly. “She left and that’s all my fault. I wanted to tell her I love her but I didn’t and now she’s gone.”

Steve ran his his hand up and down Bucky’s arm. It broke his heart to see his best friend like this, so far away from himself, only a shadow of him. In that moment he knew you weren’t  a part of his life, you didn’t have a special place in his life. No you were his whole life. And he knew bucky couldn’t live without you anymore and that thought ripped his heart even more. And in that second Steve swore himself he would find her. 

You called peter shortly after you left the tower. You were glad no one noticed you leaving and decided to stay with a friend for a while. Peter was your first option he was like your little brother, one of the few best friends you had and of course he immediately said yes.

The place he lived at was an advance too they wouldn’t bother to look for you in queens that fast and you knew they definitely would look.

Peter opened the door for you after you knocked. He hugged you tightly , may coming after him and surrounding you in an embrace as well. Peter brought your bags to the guest room they had. It was little but everything you needed and you thanked them, walking of to go to sleep hoping they didn’t hear your sobs, as you tried but failed to doze off. 

Steve walked down to the gym sadly in search for Sam, he spotted him at a punching bag in surprise that he still had so much power after such a long mission, but he didn’t question him. 

“Hey Sam” he started and Sam turned with an exhausted expression

“what’s up cap”

“I need your help” Sam frowned and removed his boxing gloves as he moved to sit besides Steve “what’s wrong”

“remember when we searched Bucky ?”

“Well of course, that were some interesting two years” Sam chuckled

“I need you to help me find (y/n)” Steve still looked to the ground with a frown

“what’s with her ?”

“She just left and no one knows where she is” he uttered.

“I think you should look up the places of all her friend first meanwhile I check up on security cams” he stood up and made his way to he door, not even thinking twice about helping Steve , and of course also bucky.

Steve smiled and went into the jet only to receive a text message shortly after , it was Sam telling him that you were seen in Queens, a security camera filmed you.

Steve sighed in relief, glad it wouldn’t take them too long to find you and made his way to the one boy he knew wouldn’t expect him , but he had no other choice. He wanted to get to you as fast as possible and bring you to bucky who didn’t even know what Steve was doing right now.

He cursed himself for not telling him, he was probably already on the other end of the world in search for you. Steve just hoped everything could get back to normal. 

There was a knock on the door some whispers and then you heard Steve talking to you through the door. Of course. Who else ? “(Y/n) ?“ 

You debated if you should just stay quiet and hope  he’d go away. He wouldn’t though since he knew you were in there. 

You stood up from the bed in the middle of the room and unlocked the door sitting back down with your head hanging low.

As soon as he heard the click Steve opened the door cautiously and stepped in, seeing you all shattered, a shadow of yourself just like bucky.

And that’s when he saw what true love meant. He saw what it meant to have a soulmate. He saw that whatever happened neither of you could live without the other one. It was in that moment when he understood the true meaning of love and the magic behind it. All its ups and downs, pros and cons, everything.

And he felt his own heart giving out at the sight of you, you were like a flower which could only life when it was with bucky, and so was he, and right now both of you were dying. 

Steve sat down next to you the side of your thighs and knees in touch. A moment of silence followed and Steve watched your hands fiddling with one another. He took one hand into both of  his and squeezed it softly. “What’s wrong peanut”

Usually you’d giggle at the nickname but you didn’t, you just shrugged your shoulders and kept staring down to the ground a tear slipping from your eye.

You tried to hold it back but it was to strong and now, now you gave up. You let the tears role down your checks in silence, sniffles echoing through the room.

Steve tugged at your shoulders and brought you into a tight hug. You appreciated it wrapping your arms around his waist tightly and crying into his shoulder. He stroked your hair as he spoke in a soft whisper. “Why did you leave sweety?” He asked, his words low but you heard them clear.

You sniffled one last time and hugged him tighter before completely pulling back and looking at him with your read puffy eyes. You used your palm to whipe away the tears and told him what happened between you and Natasha “she threatened me, Steve, she told me I’ll pay for it if I keep the relationship up” you said while you were crying.

was shocked. Surprised. Angry. All at once. He couldn’t believe a word of what you were saying but your tears told him that you spoke the truth. He held back his anger and surrounded you in a tight hug again. “Wanna come back home with me?”

You nodded against his chest and he pulled you up with him still in the hug as he picked up your bag and walked out of the room with your arms wrapped around his torso and your head on his shoulder. You sayd your goodbye to may and Peter and made your way to the jet as Steve flew you back home.

You thought about everything that happened in the last few hours and you just couldn’t help but think about bucky. “How has Bucky been.”

Steve looked over his shoulder to you sadly only speaking moments later. “Not good” he stated “he needs you (y/n) I’ve never seen him like this. You are his everything and it broke his heart when he  saw you left. ”

the tears started falling once again and you felt so bad for him “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ 

“Its okay (y/n) everything will turn out good” he reassured.

And for the first time since hours you were finally able to smile again, it was only a small smile but Steve saw it and he knew everything would be good.

The jet landed and Steve lead you into the elevator his hand on the small of your back as a sign that he was there whenever you needed him. The elevator rode down and you couldn’t help but feel nervous and once again bad. You hoped bucky would forgive you for what happened.

The doors opened and both, you and Steve, stepped out of the elevator. The first thing you saw was Bucky sitting on the large couch next to the table with your files with his head in his hands. He sat in front of his phone waiting for a call, a text , any sign of you completely distraught. 

You stood right next to the elevator, not sure what you should do. “Buck” Steve called out his hand still on your back.

His head snapped up and he saw you, his eyes looking directly into yours. He had tears in his eyes just as you did. You were afraid. He just sat there doing nothing but staring at you.

Then all of a sudden he jumped up from his seat and ran over to you, everything went too fast for you to react. He scooped you up and twirled you around his lips on yours in a soft kiss that told you how much he missed you.

Your hands rested on his shoulders but wandered up to the sides of his face as he stopped twirling and you wrapped your legs around his middle deepening the kiss. You kissed each other in passion it felt like hours went by until he finally pulled away and rested his forehead on yours a tear threatened to fall from his eye.

“I’m so sorry” you whispered. He only held you closer to him, your legs still wrapped around his torso.

Steve stood there, it wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t embarrassing. It was a wonderful moment the two of you shared. He stood there with a smile as he saw both of your worlds coming together to one.

Bucky signaled Steve to give him the  bag and took it walking down the hall, not making any effort of putting you down. Steve stepped into the elevator in search for Natasha, she was in for a real treat. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as you hugged him tightly with tears falling. Only this time they were happy tears.

“We’ve got some unpacking to do doll” he whispered into your ear as he entered your bedroom. But he didn’t put you down. He didn’t go to your closet. Instead he walked to your bed and put you down onto it softly, making it dip down only a little bit. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed as he gazed down to your laying form, your hands on your stomach until  one of them reached up to brush a strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.

You smiled at him softly when he whipped your tears away. He leaned down to you slowly and brought his left hand up to your cheek as he captured your lips in another sweet kiss. Both of your lips melted together and you enjoyed the moment, not caring about any of Natasha’s words as you finally understood that Bucky was the only person you needed and no matter what happened or who tried to stop you from loving him, you would never.

He was everything you needed and even more and nothing and no one would ever tear you apart again, not now, not in the future , never.

He pulled away slowly, not wanting the kiss to end, in fear you could disappear, in fear this was just a dream. But it wasn’t. You stayed there with him and you would never leave again. Your eyes opened up and you looked into his blue ones as he smiled down at you.

“I love you (y/n)” he finally confessed before bringing your lips into another short kiss, he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours “I love you so goddamn much” your hands running through his hair as you smiled at him sweetly and he continued. “please, don’t ever leave me again.”

“I won’t” you kissed him again. “I love you too, so much" 

“This and  all of my love”

“This and all of my love”

@mytrueself , @learisa , @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory , @smol-flower-kiddo
A polyamory construction metaphor

Everyone wants to put labels on the type of polyamory that they practice. Solo, anarchical, hierarchical, too many to even list. 

I am often asked how we label our relationship. I usually try to respond with a non-committal “why label it”

And then I came across a posting on FetLife that was an interesting take on it. I won’t go into the whole post, but if you are on the site, it was written by “inthesilence” 

Her point is that she dislikes grading of partners into primary, secondary, and the like. But she’s also married so there’s naturally a level of hierarchy.  

She came up with a metaphor that is pretty good explanation of a type of poly that may appeal to people. 

Allow me to give you the TL;DR version:

Having a relationship is like building a house. You lay a foundation and build rooms that make sense to you. Eventually, you decide that you want a room for her and a room for him. 

There are many ways that you can add-on to your house. You can allow people in temporarily, tell them it’s your house and your rules; you can allow each other to build additions, as long as everyone agrees to the exact plans and veto anyone who deviates from those plans; or you can allow each other the freedom to bring in new builders and allow those new projects to turn out as they would, and hope that they will be complementary. 

For her, she chose the third option (which is admittedly scarier)

So you don’t dictate the architecture of the extensions. Sometimes you hear of the plans and can say “OK, that sounds interesting. Have you really thought that through?” And then listen to each other, because sometimes it does work out. 

The fact of the matter is that the house we built together has been around for a lot longer than any of the extensions have been. So there’s a history that the rest of the house can’t match. 

However, just because you have more real estate, and construction experience, you shouldn’t go around smashing windows in another part of the house. You’re just damaging other people’s rooms, and in doing so, creating a draft that would inevitably make it’s way back to the main house. 

It would be silly for other builders to not respect the experience of the original designer by whacking a great home that had stood for years before they got there. Likewise, it doesn’t make sense to take on too many projects at once, or at a time when an existing project is developing some cracks.   

To sum up: to be good builders, you need to ensure that you build carefully, with the right tools, with the right co-builders, and at the right time. 

I don’t know that this captures my relationship status, but it’s worth starting a discussion. 


Almer Hut and the Milky Way. by Mikey Mack
Via Flickr:
The clouds had just cleared, and we had just missed another awesome Aurora show! We still managed to capture the tail end tips seen here on the right had side. Fantastic times with Rina, Rachel, Stewart and Annie. Want to experience something like this yourself? We have a couple of spots left on our October Epic 7 Night West Coast Workshop! We also have a few smaller West Coast Workshops planned throughout Winter.

over-active-daydreamer  asked:

If the Champions and the assistants (Sidon, Riju, Teba, and Yunobu) all had Sheikah Slates, what kinds of pictures would they take and what would they have the most pictures of? We know Zelda was fond of scenery in general from the one Link has, so what pictures do you think Link himself would have if he wasn't controlled by a player taking pictures? Does that make sense?

That’s… that’s a lot of characters.

Alright, for future reference, from now on there’s a limit of 5 characters per headcanon. I don’t mind writing for them, but answering for this many people can be overwhelming.

Favorite Picture Subject

Urbosa and Riju

  • Lots of lightning pictures 
    • No one knows how she does it, but Urbosa always manages to get just the right timing to capture the lightning on film.
  • Both slates have a lot of pictures of the Gerudo people and City
    • Colorful market places, people training, the city at night- the works.
  • Sand seals. So many sand seals.

Revali and Teba

  • Revali invited the Selfie
    • Lots of pictures of him in mid-stunt, mid-hunt, etc. Basically as proof of how awesome he is just to show off a bit.
  • Both slates also have a lot of images landscapes below from up high, lots of bird’s eye view pictures.
  • Teba is that guy who takes images that he thinks has meaning - a drop of water on a leaf isn’t that deep man!

Mipha and Sidon

  • A surprising number of images of the Champions together
    • And a few of just Link in there, sometimes next to Mipha when she can convince someone to take a picture.
  • Both have a lot of images of Zora Domain in there, as well as of the people.
  • Sidon pictures anything that he thinks is interesting. A cool fish, a shell, the river from underwater- nothing is too uninteresting.

Daruk and Yunobo

  • Family pictures
    • And by ‘family’ I mean all definitions of the word family
    • The village, direct family, the Champions, etc.
  • Some blurry images of rocks and lava due to earthquakes on the mountain.
  • Yunobo has some good images of flowers.


  • So many blurry images.
  • Has pictures of him, the Champions and Zelda all together
    • And a few with just him and Mipha.
  • There’s a few in there where it’s Zelda, looking out onto the land when the lighting is just gorgeous.
    • He thinks she looks so happy in these.
  • Takes image with every new friend he makes.
The Royal Courier is Hiring!

We are looking for intrepid individuals who like to write and capture moments of time. There is a lot happening in the world right now from invasions to daily crime to happier moments. The Royal Courier strives to be everywhere to cover the important events and happenings. If you have an engaging personality, are not afraid to ask the tough questions, and like to network; This might be the job for you!

We are also looking for those who would like to write specialized columns. Do you know everything there is to know about cooking and would like to share it with a wide audience? Maybe you have an extraordinary fashion sense and want to help others develop theirs? Or perhaps you really like treasure hunting and want to share your exploits. Whatever the specialty, there is a place for a columnist like yourself!

Not a writer? Not a problem! The Royal Courier has positions open within several areas that do not require a need to write. Photographers, Advertising, Office Manager, Printer, Distribution, and even Guard work are some of the positions we are looking to fill.

So still here? Does any of the above sound interesting?

Contact Risri Elthron at The Royal Courier offices today!

(Okay so now the OOC stuff-

The Royal Courier is an IC newspaper based on the Alliance side. We use Tumblr to host the paper as well as GHI.  We are looking for both staff writers to help us track and report on interesting stories around the world and others who are looking for a different kind of RP. Be a part of a guild that is growing slowly and steadily.  We offer an opportunity to those who want to tell the stories of the server and experience genuine journalism RP, to use your IC/OOC knowledge to write a little column for the paper, or to interact as support for those characters while developing your own story.  

Our Ranks and Explanation: (An IC interview is required before joining.)

Reporter  - This is the traditional journalist role. You may interview people, guilds, leaders or  report on events, chase a story down that is happening in the moment. This group is the core of our writers for the paper. A sample article is needed to be considered for this position.

Columnist - Maybe you want to write on a specific topic only? Come share secrets on a topic you adore, hearthstone, pet battles, cooking, crafting, lore related. The sky’s the limit here.  Weekly, monthly, quarterly… as often as you have the urge to write with us. A sample article is needed to be considered for this position.

Editor - a proofreader, grammar checker, structure organizer. This position can be IC but it would be OOC too. We need someone to help check our writing before publish.  Editors can also be our  IC and OOC fact checkers of investigative reporting and ensure controversial topics are cleared with those involved before publishing. A sample will be given to you to edit to be considered for this position.

Investigator -  Just like it sounds, we want some hard hitting investigative journalists to go undercover (with OOC permission) and investigate activities, and then (with OOC permission) write a story on what they find. This is a specialized role. The potential for this is also to be not an actual character in The Royal Courier. It all depends on what you want your character’s story to be.

Staff - These are the backbone of our paper. Someone who doesn’t necessarily write for the paper but who does interact with our reporters and those who interact with the paper. An IC position within the paper. Distributor, Printer, Office Staff things like that.

Advertising - This IC position would be responsible for selling our advertising space, OOC work with guilds and player run businesses to get advertising going for them.

Photographer - Don’t like to write but like to take screenshots? We can always use more pictures!

Guard - Not sure any of that fits? But want to get in on the action, maybe you can be one of our reporter’s guards. We sometimes go into dangerous situations and meet with dangerous people. ;)

Some additional OOC positions that will IC translate into staff: 

  • I would love someone who draws or writes funny little comics
  • I would love someone on staff who can use TRP Extended and/or GHI for in game copies of the paper

Any of this sound interesting? Great! Poke @risrielthron or Risri in game. Let’s talk about how we can fit you into our growing group. )

anonymous asked:

I was reading a 10 y.o. fic where T7 captured Sasuke right after the time skip. On the way back to Konoha, Sasuke complained about needing justice for his family. Kakashi told him to "get over it" b/c "everyone has a sob story." I couldn't even be mad b/c the author was reflecting attitudes found in canon. 1st is passive glorified victim Kakashi. 2nd is growing up means forgetting about justice. 3rd is sob story Olympic. Just goes to show how early in the story Kishi was writing these tropes.

If kakashi went up to the family of a murder victim and told them to get over it cos everyone had a sob story, he would get punched in the face. Naruto gave people really really bad advice LOL.

The fandom viewed Kakashi as some cool and wise character, I’m like bitch where?

But I guess that’s what make naruto “relatable”, cos a lot of people don’t care about adventures, social issues or making the world a better place, stuff that other shonen explore. Some people are only interested in nosing into other people’s lives, and making comments on how other people should live their lives. Like what they do on facebook.

Nail Polish

Summary: Adrien gets a glimpse of his Lady’s hand and her interesting choice of nail polish after an Akuma leaves them stuck and reverted to their civilian selves.

Pairing: Ladynoir/Adrienette

Rating: K

Notes: I wanted to write a Reveal™ while also thinking about getting my nails done, thus cranking this baby out. Hope you all like it! 

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The Akuma this time around was a poor wallflower who wanted nothing more than to be left alone and not have their personal space be invaded. Hawk Moth decided to christen this one as the “Space Maker.” In order to go about his plan, the villain decided to give everyone their own person bubble to be trapped in. Thankfully, the bubbles were rooted to the ground as opposed to dragging the citizens of Paris into the sky like when Ladybug and Chat Noir fought the Bubbler.

Unfortunately, the Space Maker was a very calculating and strategic opponent, not striking his prey until both Ladybug and Chat Noir used their special powers to try and defeat him.

It was not the duo’s finest moment, to say the least.

Feeling his goal of achieving personal space for everyone was more important, the Space Maker decided to leave the heroes to themselves so he could continue to imprison Paris, leaving Ladybug and Chat alone to try and think of a plan.

“My claws may be sharp, my Lady, but they’re useless against this bubble,” Chat grumbled, wincing as his ring gave another sharp beep. He only had about three minutes left before he changed back.

Ladybug sighed, her own Miraculous giving off a beep to indicate her inevitable transformation, “Looks like we’ll have to revert back to our civilian selves and recharge our Kwami. Once that’s done, you can transform back and use Cataclysm to get us out of here. Then we’ll capture the Akuma, and this time we won’t fail!”

“Right.” Chat nodded.

An awkward pause ensued, Chat rubbing the back of his head as Ladybug shuffled from foot to foot.

“So… How do we…?” Chat trailed off. Their bubble prison wasn’t very big—after all, the purpose was for only one person to have his or her own personal space—however, it was spacey enough that the two wouldn’t be claustrophobic.

They had to make sure that whatever they did, they didn’t move very much and see the other de-transform, thus revealing their secret identities to each other.

Not that Chat minded, it’s no secret how badly he wants to know who is behind the red and black spotted mask, but sadly, those are the rules enforced by their Kwami so he has to respect it.

“We could just…” Ladybug started, covering her earring as it beeped again to indicate one minute left and looked at their surroundings. Lucky for them, the street the Space Maker trapped them at was deserted, meaning there would be no prying eyes that would see them. After assessing how much space the bubble had, she continued:

“Okay here’s what we’ll do: we’ll turn our backs to each other and keep our eyes forward. No peaking,” she emphasized, causing her partner to huff in slight annoyance. Like he was going to betray her trust so flippantly, no matter how bad the temptation was. Give him some credit, LB.

Nodding at the plan, Chat faced forward while his Lady maneuvered until he could feel her back flush against his. Once she was settled, their Miraculous gave their last beeps and bright green and pink light flashed. In Chat’s place stood Adrien, who stubbornly kept his eyes in front of him, trying his best to ignore the fact that Ladybug’s civilian self was right behind him!

Secret identities sucked.

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there you go grace~!

Lucien Carr in 16 asked [x]
from this [x]
& inspired / ref from this [x]

+ listen to this [x] bc i really love the kyd soundtrack and listened to this during drawing


Set in Sexretary universe. Clarke likes to tease Bellamy at work, but she also likes to let him eat her out on her desk. 

Rated E

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She’s wearing the fucking blouse.

The lilac one that complements her ivory skin so well. An extra button popped open so he can see the swell of her breasts, the smallest hint of cream lace. And it’s tucked into that fucking pencil skirt. Dark grey, tight, showing off the curve of her ass perfectly and ending a little above the knee, because she at least tries to be professional at work.

He’s told her how much he loves the outfit; how distracting it is because all he wants to do is corner her in her office and fuck her up against a wall, suck bruises into her skin where they can’t be hidden. Where everyone will know exactly what she’s just been doing. It makes it all the more tempting each time she passes him at his desk, a sway of her hips he knows is for his benefit, the release of a breathy sigh as she runs a hand through her blonde locks, the sound sending a jolt to his cock which is entirely unhelpful when he can’t act on it, one final salacious wink over her shoulder.

Fucking tease.

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TOP 10 OF 2015

Another year of photography has come around for me and I’m really excited to share my favorite photos of the year. I didn’t shoot many shows, but I did walk away from them with some of my favorite captures yet. I also worked on a lot of project-based portraits, so a couple of those will be thrown in, too. I hope you all enjoy which photos I chose, and the little tidbits I add underneath as to why they are a favorite of mine.

10. Motion Project

This photo was inspired by a very talented photographer (Brandon Woelfel) - the photo itself was challenging to capture, but I ended up being happy with the outcome. This was taken later on this year, and I feel it isn’t one of my best, which is why I have it at the tail end of my list.

9. Cartel

I had a late start when it came to shooting shows this year. The first I shot was in April, being Cartel. This is in no way one of my better photos, but I remember I took it right before I left the venue, and it was my last shot of the night. It may not be much, but photographing Cartel was really, really cool. 

8. Never Shout Never

This explanation is simple: childhood. Never Shout Never was my first show as a teenager, and I saw them on the Harmony Tour with the Maine in Ybor City. I remember having a point and shoot at that show and I tried to take my best photos from the back of the venue. Sure, then I thought they were like, the best photos ever, but looking back now, I’m really glad that I was so persistent about getting photos because I’m able to make such a drastic comparison. Overall, shooting their set was super nostalgic, and I’m sure many people have felt the same. 

7. Panic! at the Disco

This was such a long day and I was convinced that the show was going to get cancelled. It stormed really bad for hours, and the fans had to evacuate at an outdoor show and find cover places elsewhere. Robert Delong’s set got shut down 2 songs in, and PATD’s set time kept getting pushed back. I was soaked, my equipment was soaked, and I was very panicked (shocking) about the whole day. Around an hour and a half later, the show finally started back up and it was very difficult to shoot: wet stage, muddy pit, spots on my lens. Despite it being a very hectic day, I could finally cross photographing Panic! off of my list. 

6. Silhouette Project

I took these photos very last minute for a project, and I was shocked at how much I loved the outcome. Capturing silhouettes can be difficult if you don’t time the sunset just right, and I can honestly say that I nailed it with this photo. It has been in art shows, and has caught so many people’s attention. It’s one of my favorite images from a form of portraiture and I’d love to see what I can do next.

5. New Politics

Photographing New Politics is always incredibly fun, and there’s always a surprise. David had jumped down into the crowd for a minute and one of my favorite things to capture is fan to artist connections. To see the smiles on everyone’s face in one photo speaks volumes, especially if you know what it’s like to be passionate about music or seeing your favorite band/artist. There’s a certain glow to his expression while singing to his fans and hearing his lyrics sang back to him that really makes me love this photo.

4. Levitation Project

Another challenging shoot for me, but I’m so proud of what I accomplished. I love a warm photo when it’s done right, and I feel that I captured the mood of this perfectly. The movement of her hair and placement of her hands almost makes it look like she’s falling, and I love it. The way this photo came together is unbelievable, as the before photo looks like a completely different image.

3. Walk the Moon

Walk the Moon provided such an energetic and entertaining set for both fans and the photographers. This in particular captures so much emotion, and it portrays that they truly love performing. The way that they captivated the audience was truly incredible. I could photograph WTM over and over again and not get tired of them, and I’m confident that I would walk away with something new each show. 

2. Halloween Project

I really learned to push myself when it came to this project. We had trouble with day one, almost completely wasting an entire day of shooting due to constant error. The next day we picked up the slack and were determined to get great photos out of the shoot, and our motivation worked. I’ve never walked away loving so many photos from a single shoot. Picking a photo for this post was hard, but something about this one constantly keeps me coming back to it.

—— TIE ——

It was way too difficult to choose between these two, so I decided to make them both #1. Both were huge moments for me personally and career wise.

1. twenty one pilots

I have gone through hell and back trying to photograph twenty one pilots, it’s actually ridiculous. Plus, this was my first confetti shot out of all of the shows I have been able to cover in the past. It was a very frustrating night as some photographers were completely disrespectful and selfish to the rest of us around them, but I made the best out of it. twenty one pilots is another band that I could photograph over and over again and not get tired of doing so. It’s also no surprise as to how much they can win a crowd over, and their fans are so dedicated. The energy at the amphitheater during their set was insane, and every single person in the crowd (20,000 strong, sold out) was on their feet singing every word back. I’m glad that tøp was my last shoot of the year.

1. Emarosa 

I was running incredibly late to Emarosa’s set and made it for half of the second song and the full of the third (photographers are only allowed first 3 songs, in case you didn’t know that.) I’m basically sprinting in, and every photographer was nice enough to make some room so I could get some shots. Well, I made it just in time. As soon as I got there, Bradley jumped down onto the barricade and started to sing to this lucky, dedicated fan. Catching this moment meant so much to me, and I knew I had to post it right away so that the fan could hopefully find it. Well, it was liked by thousands. I have never gotten such a positive response from one of my photos before, and it meant a lot to me. Reposts should never determine whether a show was a successful shoot or not, but having Warped Tour and Bradley himself repost it really made me feel good because that fan ended up seeing the photo. That’s what matters to me - catching moments for fans that are living in the moment, with their phone down and their full attention on the band/artist they paid to see. It’s so rewarding.