smart-camera

PSA For Those Wanting a Cheap Way to Film From a Real Tripod.

$5 selfie stick from Wal-Mart

With a nifty secret

That screw the bracket goes on is a standard-size tripod mounting screw which means if you have a smart phone… (I’m using the first old one I could pull out of my phone drawer so I can take pictures with my actual phone)

Considering smart phones are often better for low light (due to built in LED lights that trigger when filming in darker conditions) and often better quality than cheap camcorders this is a mighty fine way to make an instant video camera for something like a webshow.

Helps me because I don’t have any lighting solutions to use my real cameras like my digital handy-cams or Rebel T3 right now.

storyboos  asked:

Any idea how Seven would respond if the MC started crying due to his distance (or tsundere-ness if you want to put it like that) when they're in the apartment together?

Ooh this will be fun!! Anyway, I’m on my phone so it will be different and I won’t be able to add my fantastic comments until I get to my computer T_T I hope this is okay until then T_T

Also you didn’t specify if you wanted HDCs or a scenario so I just went with a whatever came to mind ^^;

-

Saeyoung

- he was warped into his work again

- four whole days. It’d been that long since he’d taken off his headphones for more than five minutes. He hadn’t eaten either and was flat out ignoring you

- it pissed you off to the max

- it was just past two am on the fifth day. You’d just left a chatroom, complaining to Yoosung and Jaehee about Seven being Tsun Tsun again T_T

- they had tried to comfort you but you had shrugged to yourself (and on the chatroom using the emojis Seven gave you) and told them it was alright

- it wasn’t alright

- you were fed up

- and that’s what started the argument

- you’d threatened to leave the apartment many times when he got in his moods but you never got to it. They were always empty threats

- well… Most of them.

- the door was slammed and you sprinted down the hall. Seven was shocked into silence as he stood in the living room. Without a second thought, he grabbed his phone and keys, quickly connecting his phone to his laptop and he began tracking you and flicking through security cameras. 

- being ‘smart’, you ran down the stairs… Yes all 14 floors. He used the elevator, wanting to beat you to the lobby.

- you turned out of the stairwell, seeing the familiar red hair. Stifling a gasp you turned and ducked through the back exit

- seven turned as you did catching a fleeting sight of you.

- he ran after you, silently thanking his field training

- you were exhausted. You were tired of him pushing you away, you were tired of running down fourteen plus flights of stairs etcetera etcetera etcetera

- tears spilled over your eyelashes and down your cheeks

- that’s when you stopped. You didn’t want to run anymore so you stopped.

- seven walked up behind you and pulled you into a hug

- you fought weakly against him but just collapsed after a minute.

- you two stood in each others embrace on the street and you could feel tears dripping onto the top of your head.

- he apologised over and over

- you both dawdled back to the apartment, where you promptly forced him to eat and you both talked out the problem

- you also got him to lend you his hoodie for a week as payment whilst he finished off his job

-

Sorry if it’s not that good I got really distracted watching TV T_T I hope it’s okay nevertheless ^^; if you want me to redo it that’s okay, just tell me ^^

Bye bye! *poof*

8

Lucille Ball’s emotional speech during her 1984 induction into the Television Hall of Fame. 

Her co-stars Vivian Vance and William Frawley had both passed away years before the ceremony. Her former husband Desi Arnaz was unable to attend. 

Lucy was known for giving her co-stars a lot of credit for her success, especially Desi, which could explain her heartfelt reaction to receiving such an honor:

“I was proud of what he did. He helped the show tremendously. Without him, it wouldn’t have become as big as it is.”

“He built a dynasty. We had sixteen shows on the air. We owned three studios, and Desi did it all. I mean, all I did was have babies and do the show - and loved every minute of it!”

“I wanted to put Desi’s name first, because he worked the hardest.”

“You know, when I was married to the Cuban, I never had to worry about a thing. Desi was so damn smart about everything - scripts, cameras, lighting, costuming, you name it. I would simply waltz in on Monday mornings and the cast and I would read a perfect script, all ready for rehearsal. All I had to do was be Lucy. Desi took care of the rest. We made a great team. Plus, it didn’t hurt that we were crazy about each other.”

“There would be no Lucy without Desi.” (1984)

Two years later, in 1986, upon hearing she was to be one of the recipients of the Kennedy Center Honors, Lucy was quoted as saying the honor should be for her and Desi.

Homemade Special Effects

Today, we’re hoping to inspire a little animated fun! We’re using a neat animation method called ‘pixilation’, in which humans are used as stop-motion puppets, to get from Point A to Point B. So grab your tablet or your smart phone or your camera, and come make human stop-motion with us!

Why walk there when you could slide there? Just like in stop-motion animation, the puppet moves just a bit for every photo that’s taken. So: Step to your left, Photo, Repeat!

Here’s the oldest trick in the ‘Special Effects’ book! In George Méliès’ ‘A Trip to the Moon’ from 1902, he infamously turn the camera off, had the subject leave the screen, and turned the camera back on to continue the shot, thus creating cinema’s first disappearing act! So, remember that film is just a series of photographs, and that you, too, can teleport!

Fly there! This one also counts as a daily work out. Just like we did in the slide, except with a jump! And a very well timed cameraperson… So: Step to your left, Jump, Photo, Repeat! You’ll notice we did a few jumping photos in place at the beginning and end to really make the puppet look like she can fly.

Have fun with it! What do you have in your home that you can play with and add to the animation?

Our favorite part about animation is that truly everything is possible! So whatever kooky idea you have, you can make happen with just a little planning and the right tools. 

For more details on how we made these animations, be sure to watch Animation basics: Homemade special effects - TED-Ed

Liar Liar

Originally posted by humanseoul

Preview / One

Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: angst, fluff, future smutt. assassin!AU UndercoverAU
Word Count: 2k
A/N: I had a dream about this, and decided to make a fic out of it, I do not know how well this fic will work but yeah know xD I hope everyone enjoys it<3

Keep reading

Dream trip.

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood

Happy fluff with Alternative fact Tom the actor and OC.

Underground trains were never my thing, I always worry about going the wrong way, or the wrong line. 

And far more scary what if it breaks down, and we all have to walk back down the tunnel​ in the dark to safety. Thus having to avoid the large man eating rats plus the zombies that live down there, that I’ve seen in every horror film.

So it takes a special reason to get me down here, and today I had one. I still however, had to find some way of distract myself from the thoughts of horror in my head and the only way for me to do that was people watch.

There was the family all together out for a day trip to London. The teen looked mighty pissed off that mum and dad had dragged them away from the computer, just to see some dusty relic that didn’t beat internet shenanigans.

The business man with his copy of a serious newspaper, who kept shaking the pages so we all got the fact he was reading it, and as he was reading it, it must mean he was important. 

The middle-aged lady in the corner who was reading something on her phone. I’d say smut by the happy expression and slightly heightened colour of her cheeks, that and the occasional high pitched giggled that escaped her lips.

The young lad who kept looking round at all the girls getting really embarrassed when they smiled  back at him, suddenly finding interest in his smart black shoes.

And the really tall handsome chap, who was reading a book and reminded me of….shit….wow…..Nope it really was Tom Hiddleston!

At which point he looked up, and seeing me opened mouth looking at him smiled that crazily sexy smile and returned his eyes and thoughts to his book.

I just couldn’t stop peeping at him, he was so handsome. I mean we all know he is but in the flesh, fifteen feet away from you, that bastard glows.

He unfortunately looked up at me again as I looked at him, so rather than look silly I signed in a language only known to a few -me-

 “Are you going to the tennis?” This involved me miming a game of tennis. What was I saying about not looking silly?

He grinned at me, eyes now sparkling and nodded his head, pointed back at me then repeated my tennis mime. 

I nodded with a huge grin because I’d wanted to go to Wimbledon for many years and this was the day, it was the reason I’d braved the bowels of the earth to do so.

Tom then mouthed “Center court?” I mimed back, by first rubbing my fingers on one hand together, next showing two fingers and then holding my hand up. “Cost to high” Which of course he didn’t have a clue what I was trying to say, so over he came.

Fuck he’s tall and in the confined space of a tube train, ridiculously so.

“Hi, didn’t get the last bit, care to try again” 

“Ha, um, well the cost of Center court is too high, so I’m watching one of the lesser mortals play on court two, it will still have all the feeling, excitement and atmosphere”

“Been before?” He asked.

 Being as I hadn’t  really expect the conversation to carry on after that first sentence, and was frankly amazed I got out the answer to that, I was now panicking.

“Not really, first time, always wanted to, decided this year I had too” wow almost real sentences.

“Why this year?” he asked as he looked at me intently. If that guy ever decided to go into interrogation he’d only have to do this look and you’d spill all.

I’d actually hoped that no one would ask why I’d come and now they had, and it was sexy mother fucker here, I could feel myself welling up inside and he could see it on my face, oh shit lady you are such an embarrassment.

“You ok?” He asked with what sounded like genuine concern.

Deep breath and say it, or look bloody stupid.

“I watched Wimbledon every year with my cat and dad and last month he died and I just felt I should actually go, to remember him”

“Oh I am so sorry I wish I hadn’t asked, shit you must miss him terribly?” His eyes looked as sad as I felt. He was so lovely as he gave me a Hiddle’s hug, while the guy who had been looking at his shoes kindly took a picture of us.

“Yes I miss him every day, it would have been weird to watch it on the telly without him, he use to chance the balls round  the screen” Tom face looked down at me somewhat confused

“Your dad chased the balls on the telly?”

“No my cat! but he got run down by a car last month, and dad has found a new lady friend, so I decided to come here to honor Frodo’s memory”

Toms face was now a picture, he was caught between trying to look concerned for the mad cat lady, and not laughing out loud.

“Well in honor of dear departed Frodo, could I ask you to give up your seats in court two and come join me in center court. But whatever you do, please, for the sake of not ending up as the front page story in the Sun, don’t chase the balls round the court in his memory. Although it would be funny.”

“Wow! Really, you’ve got no one better to go with than me?” his turn to look embarrassed

“I seem to be at a temporary loss for female company, maybe I’m not cool enough to be seen with at the moment”

“No not cool, just totally hot!” Bugger said that out loud.

“Thank you, now will you, with memories of your much loved pussy, join me”

“Love too” This day just got to the stuff dreams are made of.

I realized at this point we’d been snapped a lot since Tom had come over to talk to me, good job I’d worn my best summer outfit with the spanks under I thought, proving yet again how weird the brain is at times like this.

Tom was as per advertised, a proper gentleman. He made sure I was by his side all the rest of the tube journey, and back out to the sunshine. He didn’t even laugh when I told him of my underground fears, well not so I could see.

We took a taxi from Wimbledon park underground to the courts themselves, Tom chatting all the way, telling me who was playing and what he expected the score to be.

On arrival, we got the royal treatment by busy men and women in smart uniforms. Cameras clicked, journalist asked dumb questions, and girls gave the occasional involuntary squeak when they saw Tom. Tom took this all in his stride, even if he did have a slightly more strained look on his handsome face. I walked a bit behind and as I guessed no one even considered I might be with him. 

We got lead into a lounge decked out beautifully in pink, there was food put out the tables, including strawberries and cream, which took all my willpower not to barge passed everyone in the room and claim the table as mine, like Gollum over his precious ring. Tom seeing me drool over the fruit, got me a large bowl of the sweet ruby heaven, which I may, or may not have eaten a little too quickly. Drinks also flowed freely but I noticed Tom went for water as did I. 

Tom didn’t leave my side again explaining he’d wanted to avoid me being journalist fodder for page three gossip. My mind just kept screaming ‘Well this is gonna be headline news in the office on Monday.’

He introduced me to others including Benedict and his wife, who I had a really great girly chat with,  while the boys talked about other stuff. She was hilarious with tip bits of gossip she had on stars and celebs that I will never tell!

Time for the tennis and into the posh seat where, to use a phrase from a certain trash novel, ‘My inner goddess was doing cartwheels’ Me in the posh seats! This of course this did mean that the paps had full view of me sitting beside the A Lister actor and happily snapped away all game. Seems it would now be more than office news after all.

We didn’t help this because at a particular thrilling match point, I grabbed hold of Tom’s arm and he grabbed me back as we held our breaths. Yelling together when our man made his opponent skid across the court and he still miss the ball. I might just point out here that Tom is very vocal at these things, which lead my mind to think about other occasions he might be as vocal. Back to the game girl, back to the game!

The game ended with our man winning and the crowd went wild, so did Tom who gave me a huge hug and sort of jumped up and down as he did so.

I thought that would be it but he insisted I did the whole after games drink. He then like some gallant knight of old, got me all the way back to where he found me, chatting nonstop about the game all the way.

He kindly, I think for the sake of appearance, took my number but didn’t give me his.

Finally, he left me at my station to go home with a hug and a kiss on my hand. He actually thanked me for a lovely day!

I went home feeling like the cat who had got the cream, he was the nicest guy, a true gentleman and I’d been on an adventure with him.

All this was written in my diary with pictures and write ups from the gossip rags of “Tom Hiddleston with mystery female at Wimbledon”

Pictures of me grabbing Toms arm, plus pictures of us jumping up and down in a hug when our man won, had been all over the net. It kept the gossip rags and click bate sites happy for a week, till Tom was seen hugging an A list female star at an awards ceremony, and I quickly was forgotten.

The office was not as fun as I expected, some people were lovely, genuinely pleased Id had my magic moment. Many others being really nasty about

 ‘why the hell would he pick you?’. I didn’t care, he did, we had fun, a day never to forget. 


Two Saturdays later I was laughing at a video of kittens on Tumblr when my phone went.

Text unknown caller, strange

“My two imaginary gold fish, Ant and Dec drowned today and they loved Shakespeare. To honor them I have got two tickets to ‘Twelfth night’ fancy coming with me? Tom X.

(picture not mine I just played)

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pictures not mine I just played

Week 38: Landscape - Macro

We’ve done outdoor nature photography.  We’ve done basic landscape shots in black and white.  It’s time to get in close.  This week’s challenge is a landscape macro shot.

We know not everyone has a dedicated macro lens so feel free to crop to your liking.  All camera lenses (smart phone included) have a minimum focal distance.  Hold your hand up to your face about an inch away and try to focus on it.  You probably can’t….at least I can’t with my 40+ year old eyes.  Anyway, your camera lens has the same limitations so you will only be able to get so close before it can’t focus properly anymore.  Get as close as you can paying attention to specific areas of the scene you might want to crop to.

The same rules apply even up close.  Pay attention to you composition, rule of thirds, etc.  Avoid distracting backgrounds…although at the minimum focal length of your lens, you might notice that your depth of field reduces nicely, melting away that distracting background. 

Your submissions are due by the end of the day (your local time) Sunday September 24th.

Have fun! - RK

“You know, when I was married to the Cuban, I never had to worry about a thing. Desi was so damn smart about everything - scripts, cameras, lighting, costuming, you name it. I would simply waltz in on Monday mornings and the cast and I would read a perfect script, all ready for rehearsal. All I had to do was be Lucy. Desi took care of the rest. We made a great team. Plus, it didn’t hurt that we we were crazy about each other.”

like i had a few ideas on how to make cgi anime or cgi anime media look handdrawn and lots of it boils down to constriction. not adding unnecessary frames just because you can (lots of anime scenes are just minimally moving shots with a smart camera pan), not going past 24 frames (which would be restricted to action/frantic scenes, the quickness and brashness of the movement would be accentuated by shaky camera movement and movement blurs which ARE possible in cgi as overwatchs animations prove). theres just so much and i feel like cgi anime or at least half-cgi anime has a lot of potential but a lot of it is wasted on relying on the comforts of cgi that in the end are shortcomings

Bruises Are Nothing

thoughtful (x)

“bruises are nothing compared to what that asshole almost did to you”

pairing: sky flaherty x reader

word count: 2,209

warnings: cursing, violence, sexual assault

based my “Sky Flaherty Being Your Best Friend” headcanons.  specifically:

-sky tried to fuck some dude up when he tried to make you have sex with him

-he came over at midnight with a busted lip, scraped forehead, bleeding nose, and bruises everywhere and said, “i lost”

-you were v grateful that he tried, but, like, sky, the wedding you’re going to be in is in six days, you’re stupid but ily

anyway, hope you enjoy :)


.oOo.

Sky Flaherty and you have been best friends ever since you learned to tolerate each other at summer camp when you were six.  From letters and texts, play dates and Skype calls, you’ve been there for each other no matter what.  Those boys were picking on you again?  Sky literally marched his little nine-year-old butt down several blocks of the town he lived in before his dad found him and brought him back home.  You live an hour away, but that didn’t register or matter in his little nine-year-old mind.

It stayed that way throughout all your years of knowing each other.  You’re seniors now and you would both still do anything to protect the other. This has led to worse situations than wandering a few blocks from home.  An example being Sky getting kicked repeatedly in the stomach by Clark Bower behind a dumpster in the parking lot of the local library.

“Clark, he’s had enough, let’s go, man,” one of his goonies says, calling off his friend.  Clark spit down on Sky before hopping on the skateboard his friend set on the ground for him.  Clark and his posse ride off down the street and Sky rolls over slightly, spitting out a mixture of blood and saliva onto the damp concrete of the parking lot.

“Yeah, you better run,” he mutters.  He hauls himself to his feet, using the dumpster he was cornered against for support.

Street lights glisten on the pavement and street, the rain from earlier still make the Earth wet in your hometown.  Luckily, you and Sky both rode your bikes home fast enough to beat the oncoming thunderstorm.  It was windy and thundering and completely unsafe to be outside during but passed in less than an hour.  You saw Sky head off on his bike after a quick text that his dad needed him to do something and you never saw him return.  You assumed you had missed him riding back down the street and continued working on the butt load of homework your teachers assigned that day.  You headed off to bed with a quick good night text, already asleep before you could worry about his lack of response.

Now, you find yourself being woken up by rocks hitting your window.  You wonder who it could be but pray to god it’s anyone but Clark trying to redeem himself or try again.  Clark had asked you out and you had said yes because why not.

You could not be more thankful that this night is almost over. Not only is Clark a complete and total asshole; conceded, arrogant, and a braggart, but the food from the greasy diner you went to was tough and tasteless.  You sit in the passenger seat of his car but you would much rather be sitting in the back to put as much space between you and Clark as possible. You wonder if Sky will come with you to get a milkshake at Birdy’s, a local ice cream parlor in your hometown. What are you talking about?  Of course he’ll go with you; especially after you tell him about your awful date.

Why did you agree to this?  Oh yeah, because, and I quote, “Why not?”  You should have turned him down and suffered through more of his attempts at wooing you.  Mostly because agreeing to give him a chance and ultimately deciding against continuing in a relationship (*gasp* shocker) probably won’t put an end to his bragging. Why is the universe cruel enough to make this boy, the douchiest of douches, want to date you instead of one of the many willing sluts in your school?  All of them are practically fawning over him already, ready for him on their knees or bent over desks because he’s on the football team.  Honestly, though, he’s not even that hot.

A smile is brought to your lips as you remember all the times you and Sky have made fun of some of those girls.  The ones wearing too tight shirts and too small skirts.  The ones who wear high heels instead of shoes actually suitable to support the weight of a human being and their textbooks.  The ones who spend more time checking their makeup on the smart phone cameras than checking their grades.  Those are the girls you don’t want to be and don’t associate yourself with.

“What are you smiling about?” Clark asks.  When did he stop the car?  This isn’t your street.  You realize he never asked where you live.

“Just thinking of something fun me and Sky did,” you answer, quickly wiping the smile off you face.  “Why are we stopped here?”

“Well, I figured you and I could have a little fun of our own,” he says.  He leans across his console and kisses you harshly.  Your first kiss was with Sky in fifth grade.  You were in his backyard underneath the large tree you two climbed all the time.

Everyone says we’re going to end up in love,” he had said.  He kissed you quickly and you giggled.

You don’t have to kiss me to love me, silly,” you told him.  That was a very grown up observation for a fifth grader.

You push Clark away and pull back, pushing yourself against the door.

“Okay, no,” you say.  “Sorry, if you thought me agreeing to go on a date with you made you think I like you, but I don’t.  Can you just drive me home?”

“Oh, c’mon,” he says.  His hands slide under the skirt of your dress and he leans closer to you to kiss your neck.

“Clark, stop,” you said, trying to push his hands back.  He starts groping you and trying to unzip your dress, more in your seat than his own.  You use this to your advantage and kick him where the sun don’t shine then grab your purse quickly.  You yank the door open, pull your flats off so you won’t lose them, and bolt down the street.  After navigating the streets so many times with Sky, you know exactly where you are. You stray off the street and into a park, cutting through a playground and running straight through two houses’ fences.  A dog barks at you as you pass but your frantic pace doesn’t stop until you reach your front door.

Your hands are shaking and you haven’t realized how hard you’re crying until now.  You fumble with your keys until you finally get the door open.  You press your back against it, closing it firmly.  Your glad your mom isn’t home so she won’t see you breaking down, which is inevitable at this point.  You push yourself off the door and hear a voice.

“Y/N, that you?”

You wrap your arms around your middle, dropping everything in your hands to the ground before walking towards the voice.  You turn the corner into your living room, seeing Sky turning your TV off; he must’ve been waiting for you.

“How was your date with Captain A-hole?  Just as horrible as you thought or worse?” Sky says, not seeing you yet.  “Jeez, he needs to learn to take a- oh my god, y/n.”

Sky is by your side in a second after turning and seeing you shaking and crying, barefoot with makeup running down your face.  You lose all strength you may have had that carried you to your house and collapse against Sky.  You’ve stopped crying, but your face is tear tracked nonetheless.  He easily picks you up before you fall completely, holding you close to him and carrying you upstairs to your room wordlessly. He sets you on your bed and goes to your dresser, pulling out a sweater you’ve had since middle school and a pair of fluffy pajama pants.  He sets them beside you and leaves you to get changed and cleaned up.

You exit your bedroom several minutes later, finding Sky waiting dutifully outside your door.  You hold your arms out to him and he picks you up again.  He carries you back downstairs to settle into your couch and watch a happy movie.

“I’ll kill him, I swear to god, whatever he did-“

“Sky.”

“I’m not kidding, y/n.  You don’t need to tell me anything, but I swear I will fuck him up.”

You didn’t expect him to actually do it, because Clark is almost twice his size.  And while dancing and such makes Sky more muscled than your average teenager, Clark is in football and weight lifts regularly.  You only know this because while attempting to woo you into going on a date with him he bragged about it.

You sleepily stumble over to your window, seeing Sky’s silhouette lifting a hand tentatively up at you.  His bike is a dark shape on the wet grass behind him as he limps his way towards your front door.  You walk downstairs, limbs still waking up.  Your hair is a mess and you wear a shirt you stole from Sky and a pair of cotton shorts, but Sky has seen you worse.  Specifically, the night two days ago when you got back from your date-gone-wrong.  You’ve seen him just as bad; the worst being when his mom tried to come back and his dad had to call the police.  You unlock the door and pull it open.

Rubbing at your eye with one hand and using the other to grope for the porch light, you ask, “Sky, what the hell are you doing here at one in the morning?  You should be sleeping.  I should be sleeping.”

You flick the light on and the hand that was rubbing your eye covers your mouth as you gasp.

He tries to smile at you, but it comes out as more of a grimace, “I lost.”

“Oh my god!”

You pull him inside and lock the door, leading him into the kitchen.  You stand on your toes to reach the first-aid kit in the cabinet above the sink.  You pull a stool from the island and point at it:

“Sit.”

Sky obeys silently but you notice the way he tries to conceal a wince from the movement.

“God, what the hell did you do to yourself this time?” you whisper, opening the first-aid kit.  He’s busted his lip and bruised one of the apples of his cheeks.  Along with that is a scrape on the right side of his forehead, some of his already red hair matted to the bleeding skin.  Blood is smeared on his upper lip from his nose and the lower part of the bridge is slightly swollen.

Don’t get me wrong, your grateful that he would do this for you.  You both are always very grateful towards the other when you’ve defended each other.  You don’t get mad at each other for doing what you did.  However, you do get mad at the consequences that would follow their actions.  For instance, having to explain to Mister Flaherty why his son looks like he was beaten with a baseball bat behind Denny’s at three a.m.

“I rode around until I found Clark and some of his friends in the library parking lot,” Sky tells you.  You sigh and roll your eyes, starting to wipe off the grime on his face with a wet washcloth before cleaning the cuts.  "I tried, but ultimately failed.“

"Yeah, I can tell,” you say.  "Shirt; off.“

He begins to do what you told him, but he can’t seem to move his arms past parallel.  You walk behind him and help him get it the rest of the way off, trying to conceal your worried expression for an angry or disappointed one. It doesn’t work very well and Sky feels horrible for how worried he’s making you.  He doesn’t feel the slightest bit of remorse for trying to take on Clark, however, because he got in a good few hits on him for you.

After cleaning his forehead and lip with nothing more exchanged between the two of you than him hissing and you telling him to hold still, he mutters out an, "I’m sorry.”

You sigh and lean against the counter after putting the kit up, “I’m not mad at you; I’m mad at Clark.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m also mad at you because you are literally going to be in our parents’ wedding in six days,” you say.

“There it is,” Sky says.  You huff and quickly run to get him a shirt from your room.

“No, but seriously, what are we going to tell your dad?” you say once arriving back in the kitchen.

“Bike wreck?”

“At one in the morning? As if he would believe that.” You help him pull his clean shirt on. “Plus, he would check on you and see that you had been beaten up.”  You hide your face in your hands, “Oh my god, what were you thinking?”

He places his hand on your arm.  You peek at him through your fingers.

“I was thinking about defending my best friend’s dignity,” he says.

“What happened to me isn’t worth you getting the shit beaten out of you!” you yell at him. “You’re scraped up and have bruises everywhere and-”

“Bruises are nothing compared to what that asshole almost did to you.”

You shut your mouth. After a certain point, you know there’s nothing you can do to make him feel guilty about what he did; because it was for you.  He stand and holds his arms out for a hug.  You sigh once more and wrap your arms around his middle.  You take a deep breath and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“You’re an idiot,” you whisper.  He chuckles. “But I love you.”

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Behind the Scenes Evolving Overwatch Esports

Includes: 

A confession that Overwatch is balanced according to pros

An overview of team colors for the Overwatch World Cup

A first look at team colors in barriers, projectiles, ui, and ultimates

A first look at the instant replay system (reminds me of the Matrix)

3d person smart camera (personally I think this will have problems)

A first look at the top-down maps

Live player stats/overall stats

Ends with promising improvements in the future

Big Sale Announcement!

Hey everyone! Been wanting to purge some stuff from my room for a while now but I also need the money to support myself and keep continuing to go to college for Journalism so I am here to present to you everything that I am selling! And these are the following items in no particular order:

-used Game Boy Colour - SOLD

-Game Boy Link Cable - SOLD

-Epic Mickey Paint brush wii nunchuk - SOLD

-Game Boy Advance link cable to Gamecube - SOLD

-2 Wii Wheels - SOLD

-1 Wii Zapper with Link’s Crossbow Training game - SOLD

-Collection of 13 used Soundtrack CDs (Transformers the movie 20th Anniversary - SOLD. Avatar, The Phantom of the Opera (film), The Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Frozen, Moana, Narnia: Lion, Witch and Wardrobe, Pirates of the Caribbean 1-4, barenaked ladies)

-4 Naruto headbands and accessories (leaf, sand, mist, sound)

-Classic Mega Man D-Arts Figurine

-Ame-Comi Poison Ivy figurine - SOLD

-God of War 3 Kratos figuring and MK9 Scorpion figure - SOLD

-Mini Darkrai, Ho-Oh and Lugia toys (plus mini Broly)

-3 Steven Universe Funko Mystery figures (Steven with shield, Amethyst with whip - SOLD and Lapis Lazuli)

-Link, Zelda and Ganondorf toys based off of Ocarina of Time - SOLD

-Soundwave Cyberton design toy - SOLD

-Nintendo Captain Olimar collectible (never opened) - SOLD

-Rare Behind the scenes making of Donkey Kong Country promo tape - SOLD

-3 Video game soundtrack CDs (Zelda: OoT, DKC3 and Yoshi’s Story) - SOLD

-Mike Gartner Washington Capitals card in protective sealing

-deck of Pokemon Topp cards (with card sleeves for free)

-pokeball with counter chips and 3 pokemon card game coins

-5 Gold Pokemon cards with pokeballs (Pikachu, Jigglypuff, Poliwhirl, Mewtwo, Togepi) - SOLD

-HP Smart digital Camera (included with USB cable, travel pouch and installation CD)

-collection of Digimon cards (ask for list) - SOLD

-collection of yugioh cards (ask for list)

-Used but like brand new PS3 Madcatz Street Fighter 4 Arcade Stick

I got pics for all items if anyone is interested, I’m also planning on selling these items on ebay and kijiji to spread the word.

So please reblog to spread the word and/or send a message for anyone who’s interested!

Not Super Useful Mutant Abilities

Turning magenta

You find a nickel in your pocket once a day

You can mimic voices, but at a slightly higher pitch, just enough that you probably couldn’t fool anyone

Communicating with snails

Everything tastes like pineapple

You can switch colors in your mind, so you could make one color look like another (but only to you)

Growing a thick patch of hair on the bottoms of your feet

The channel changes when you blink

You can selectively turn off your sense of smell

You can say any word backwards

You can sweat on command

You can absorb books by osmosis, but every time you do it, it takes a little bit longer and eventually it gets to the point where it would be faster to just read the book

Your fingers and toes can bend backwards

You can tell anytime someone thinks the word “toaster”

Changing the temperature plus or minus 5 degrees

You can zoom in on things, but only slightly, about the same amount as an average smart phone camera

You can detect the slowest route to get to your destination

You can tell exactly how much chlorine is in your water

Mystique’s power, but only on the left side of your body

Magneto’s power, but with cotton

Making others slightly itchy

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New Developer Update! Notes below are focused on Esports.

Team uniforms confirmed! 2 per team.

Team themed projectiles and explosions (assuming graviton and self destruct)

New top down interactive map, showing where every character is and any status effects.

3rd person smart camera: automatically follows action and smoothes camera

New ability to replay any moment in the killfeed (instant replay)

New automated tournament interface (supposedly minimizes human error)

Game now automatically pauses when a player disconnects

Hints that the rest of the team uniforms are amazing

at the end: NEW SOLDIER 76 SKIN? OR JUST A TEAM USA SKIN

What do you guys think about all of this? 

Are you excited, do you hate it, or are you neutral/really don’t care

steamystefano  asked:

hey greenie! i've watched the introduction of infinite and in my opinion those cutscenes look like they came outta sonic boom. there is no feeling of speed, there no impact when infinite hits sonic, there is no smart use of camera angles, nothing. when SA2 showed that shad was faster than sonic they did it right, with the slomo and the turning angles, it was something! even roger's grunts make sonic sound like he stubbed his toe. to me they look terrible, but what's your opinion?

I thought it was an alright cutscene overall. Well storyboarded, script is acceptable and there’s some actual action.

Only thing that stood out to me in a bad way was how off the proportions are of Sonic’s model;

Looks like he’s shrinking to his Classic self in a way…

PLL is back tonight!!!

Yay! In celebration I re-watched the last 3 eps of 7a to refresh my memory.

Keep in mind I stopped following writers and cast on social media before season 7 aired. And have for the most part avoided spoilers so that I could look at the show for “just the show” during it’s last season in hopes of getting to a point where I could enjoy it again. Short of reading theories on tumblr, I’ve actually avoided PLL since the break between 7a & 7b.

Things I had actually forgotten:

-Jenna asks A.D. if they shot Spencer

-Aria & Ezra haven’t discussed “Nicole” now that we know she’s alive.

-Paige was stalking Sabrina

-The doctor says he delivered 2 of Mary’s babies implying there are more

So My thoughts/theories/hopes/things to remember for 7b

-I kind of want Aria to be done with Ezra. 

-I do NOT trust Paige. And I think she’s only applied at the school as means to get closer to Ali. When she and Em are at the school she says “ I kind of want to go back “ (to high school) - weird - And outside of Spencer’s she told the cop she needed to see her GIRLFRIEND despite her and Em not actually getting back together.

-Jenna says she didn’t shoot Spencer, Mary didn’t shoot Spencer, Obv, Noel, Hanna, Aria, Em, & Ali didn’t shoot Spencer.

-Jenna doesn’t know A.D. I think Noel was the “middle man” between A.D. & Jenna. Now that Noel is out of the picture, A.D. has kidnapped? Jenna.

Mary + (assumed Peter) = Spencer —My guess is Peter is her dad

Mary + (unknown father) = Charlotte/Charles — My guess is that her father is neither Ken nor Peter but another character that she’s been connected to. (See below for theory)

Jessica + Peter = Jason

Jessica + Ken= Ali

-We don’t know if Mary or Jessica have more kids floating around out there but we have yet to have definitive answers regarding the fathers of Mary’s kid.

-Ali is pregnant by Archer/Elliot we do not know if it has anything to do with Em’s harvested/stolen eggs or not… I don’t think they are Em’s eggs.

-Toby & Yvonne had a car accident – I think Toby makes it, Yvonne won’t.

-Just because the person died, doesn’t mean they are dead. 

I have 3 major A.D. suspects. All who have had several clues against them throughout the series. All who have been suspected by the liars at one point or another.

1. Melissa. 

-She’s connected to the liars, Ali, & Charlotte. 

-She’s been involved or mentioned in some of the most important events (that night, Noel’s Halloween Party, Halloween train, the lodge fire, Cape May, etc)

-She is the only other person besides Ali & the Liars that we know visited Hector, no coincidence that A.D. has been using masks lately.

-Melissa is old enough that she would remember Spencer’s birth, So if Mary is really Spencer’s mother Melissa would know about this. “I’ve been protecting you since before it started”

-She’s had her fair share of shady companions, Ian, Garett, CeCe, Wilden, Jenna & Shana, Mona (Mona’s “army”) & Wren (I also think she was connected more to Noel Kahn. I believe he’s the man in the hat that Spencer see’s Melissa talking to on the surveillance cameras.. Noel likes to play sides, Charlotte/Alison… Why not play sides against Charlotte & Melissa. Noel was heavily connected to Jenna who was connected to Shana who both did things for Melissa (Shana even helped with some things at Wren’s apartment) 

-Melissa is the most suspicious person to have killed Charlotte. She literally had the murder weapon

2. Lucas

-He’s been a bit shady with all his cameras and “smart” house that just seems to keep landing our liars in trouble.

-He was caught visiting at Radley and he was not visiting Mona

-He was always in to taking pictures, something we never seen Charlotte do despite her and Mona having access to all the photo’s Lucas has taken. 

-He’s always had it out for Ali, and subsequently the girls for allowing her to be an ass. He only ever connected with Hanna.

-He went to prom with shady ass Jenna

-He could have easily killed Charlotte and planned to let one or all of the liars take the fall

3. *Wild Card* Wilden

-I’ve learned that not everyone who dies in this show are actually dead. And Wildens death was probably the one that shook me the most with this show as he had soooo many answers.

-Wilden could be Mary’s 3rd child, It’s never been confirmed that he had an actual relationship with Charlotte (not that it matters cough JASON cough) I mentioned YEARS ago that Wilden and CeCe looked like they could be related.

-Wilden being Mary’s child could answer so many “why’s” like

— Why did Jessica call Wilden to cover up the Marion thing and why did he agree? Why did Jessica call him again when Ali was hit? Maybe because Wilden would do anything to protect his aunt and sister.

—Why did Mary and Archer use a Wilden mask to haunt Ali? Because they believed Ali could have killed Charlotte and they wanted to freak Ali out, but as far as we know other than CeCe claiming Ali liked Wilden, we’ve never seen Ali & Wilden have a bad interaction, she had no reason to be scared of him. In fact Wilden was an ass to everyone in hopes to “solve” Ali’s case despite having inside knowledge.

—Wilden has never been a fan of Spencer and if he’s the 3rd child this would explain why. He and Charlotte never got to live with their actual parents. While Spencer got super parents Veronica and Peter. He easily could have shot her and dragged Jenna out leaving everyone to believe Jenna shot Spencer, but A.D. dragging Jenna away gave me flashbacks to Jenna and Shana helping a wounded Wilden after Ashley hit him with her car.

-Alison easily faked her death with the help of Mona & Charlotte, Maybe Wilden did the same. Charlotte was accused of killing Wilden because he was seen with a blonde, Maybe she was helping fake the death, not actually killing him. If Wilden and Charlotte could falsify reports to convince the world that Bethany was Alison is it so far fetched that Charlotte with the help of Holbrook faked reports for Wilden. (We know Charlotte and Holbrook were helping each other, as he let her escape custody, we also know Rosewood doesn’t have the best police)

-Wilden has always kind of just been around, much like Charlotte. We don’t know much about Wilden’s past either (touch on that later) There was def a person (taller than Spencer) in that doll house, and neither Charlotte or Sara are that tall, Leaving it to be Noel (who also isn’t much taller than Spencer) Archer, or my guess of Wilden. Spencer says the person felt familiar that would not have been the case with either Archer nor Sara. But Wilden is someone that would be VERY familiar to Spencer as he’s literally been watching her since the beginning of the show.

-Wilden’s unreliable past.Other than a flashback that showed Wilden was a rookie cop at the time of Noel’s Halloween party we really don’t know too much of his back story, but one thing has always stood out. Hanna asks Wilden if he’s still the party boy he was in the class of 96, Wilden says wow looks like somebodies been doing their own homework. Yet later in the show it’s said on more than one occasion that Wilden went to school at the same time as Melissa and Jason (meaning he wouldn’t have gradated for several more years) So we have a big inconsistency with his age.

-Lastly I will remind everyone of the fact that there was a man at Wilden’s funeral who looked JUST like Wilden…

(I know the Wilden theory is a long shot but with this show anything could happen)