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Get Outside and Go Walking (Congaree National Park) by Mark Stevens
Via Flickr:
A forested setting along the Bluff Trail in Congaree National Park not long after leaving the visitor center area. It was at this point that I came across this spot with the trail to my front where the sun was somewhat coming through the canopy of tree leaves. I decided to take advantage of that in order to not have the sun be too bright and blow any highlights, while still being able to later pull out the shadowed areas in post-processing. But the real focus of this image (other than just being a beautiful setting) was closing down on the aperture to f/18 on my Nikon SLR camera in order to bring out the distinct starburst look with the sun. For post-production work, I then worked with control points and color control points in Capture NX2 to bring out the contrast, saturation and brightness I wanted. I finally added a Foliage and Sunshine CEP filter to give that little bit extra for the final image.

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30 Day Thinspo Challenge

Day 3: A picture of your thinspo, what features do you like about this person?

It took me a while, but Taylor Lashae is really my ultimate goal. Not just thinspo, but style-wise as well. I have so many pictures of her on my pinterest board.


I love love love her long lean legs and thin arms, along with her flat stomach. I’d also give anything to have a smaller chest like her 😭

Her face is also well defined and elegant. I really find her beautiful.

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𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 ~𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢~ 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍! 𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝟼 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎’𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜. 🍯🐰

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Traveling Along the Forest Byways of Alaska by Mark Stevens
Via Flickr:
A view looking up the hiking trail along the Angel Rocks Trail in Chena River State Recreation Area. With the tall trees of the forest all around me, I’d had a focus on just trying to capture an image or three of this setting. A person then walked by, so I used that chance to include the person as if telling a story of a journey to walk, even though the person was probably just like me, wanting to enjoy an afternoon outside!

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List your three pet peeves

Oh god. Oh my god. I’m getting annoyed even thinking about this.

1. People eating with their mouths open. CLOSE YOUR MOUTH YOU INSUFFERABLE CROUTON.

2. When a child learns a new fact, and goes up to someone wanting to share this newfound knowledge with them, and the adult says “oh I already knew that”. What exactly are you going to gain from shutting down this child who is obviously excited about learning something new? JUT LET THEM BE EXCITED!!!!

3. People taking credit for other people’s work. Seriously, you didn’t do it, don’t take the credit. Stop that, it’s nasty.

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Mixed-Grass Prairie and Badlands Formations (Black & White, Badlands National Park) by Mark Stevens
Via Flickr:
A conversion to black & white using Silver Efex Pro 2 where I used a Tin Type recipe and then made some color filters to bring out a much richer tonal contrast for the final image.

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I Noticed There Was No Glitter in Her Eyes When She Saw Me Last by Mark Stevens
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I Noticed There Was No Glitter in Her Eyes When She Saw Me Last So that memory of time shared was once again over But even with my absence, a friend of old was still around to welcome me Some see the mountains and woods as just there, a place to visit But I’ve found them both quite alive for those who have eyes to see So I’m heading out, not a journey or destination But a state of mind to feel, listen and perhaps see the good Earth all around… Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one afternoon while hiking the Angel Rocks Trail in Chena River State Recreation Area. The location for this image was near or around one of the higher points along this hike…and talk about some views as I walked around to soak it in. Here I captured an image looking to the west over some hills and mountains of the East Central Alaska ranges. In order to compose this image, I decided to angle my Nikon SLR camera slightly downward to capture some of the nearby rock outcroppings and then have that view looking across the river valley to my front before moving on into the image with distant ridgelines and peaks. My thinking was that the different points would act as layers to focus the eyes as it moved through the image. To meter the image, I decided to find a point that I could set a shutter speed so that I could not blow any of the highlights in the brighter areas of the sky as well as being able to pull out some of the more shadowed areas later on. After some initial work with contrast, brightness, and saturation using different settings of DxO PhotoLab 2, I exported a TIFF image to work with some filters in NIK Color Efex Pro 4. I experimented with a few to create a recipe that seemed to bring out this look that had some drama and that “extra” to the final image.

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Day 3: Free Time

Amadaria spends her free time cooking and caring for her mounts. She likes to cook for just about anyone but she has a special fondness for going back to the grove and cooking for the lavender harvesters in the Caledon as she spent most of her youth bouncing between them and the sylvan hound kennels.
She tends to drop in among her friends and ply them with food to ensure they’re all eating properly - especially Caithe, who she insists on having at least four meals a week with so her sister will never feel so isolated and alone again.

Caring for and racing her mounts and pets also gives her a large measure of peace, over time her section of the kennels has evolved from a space just for fern hounds into a menagerie of weird - she has a tendency for catch and release rehabilitation programmes for wild animals and eventually this expands to the point she ends up moving out of the kennels into her own garden where she keeps the array of her mounts and pets.

When Aurene comes along she ends up moving it all to Tarir. Later it’s where she sets up her skyscale ranch just outside the city, spending much of her time recording and observing the effects of different kinds of magic on the new species.

She spends her alone time gliding and exploring the world, everywhere from Tarir itself to retreading the Caledon. Filling and managing old boltholes she compulsively keeps in case of disasters - a habit she picked up from Caithe.

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Abandonment/ Amy Greenfield

On the bowl of

night’s tumultuous moon;

blood-spot moon;

moon of silver shrapnel;

decapitated moon eclipsed

in a scarred dawn spilling

tears of blood trammeling

the contaminated ocean

red with madness:

If only I could run out my body;

disintegrate into

everlasting echoes hidden

inside pores of sand.

If only I could fly craving

into the suns belly.

But im enslaved inside

the body of a woman.

I walk on blades

towards the gleaming slice

of the water’s knife.


an exotic bird

cries sweet and strange.

I find you.

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:: GW2 Commander Week: RORY LITTLEARROW ::.

Wednesday, Day 3: Free Time (Rory and Canach)

What does your Commander like to do in their down time? Do they have any hobbies or special talents? Are there any special places they like to go to recharge? Can they even enjoy their free time or are they a chronic workaholic who plans battles while soaking in a hot spring?


1330 AE - Grand Sahil Casino, Amnoon

“You know, when you started to play at that table, I would have bet my armour that you wouldn’t last ten minutes, let alone win everything.”

Rory laughs, juggling two very full coin purses in one hand.

“Their mistake was to let me pick the game.”

“What’s your venom then? What did you beat them at?”

“Dice!” Rory hangs the two purses at his belt, then produces his own handmade set from his pocket. “I like cards and other games well enough, and I’m half-decent at them. But no one can win a dice game against me. At least not when I’m using these.”

“Oh Commander, rigged dice? I’m shocked to the core!”

“Oh they’re not! You can check if you like, everyone does. I’m just very lucky with them. Always have been, never knew why.”

“So that’s what you do during your down time? Rob people of their money because they can’t pass the opportunity to try and beat the Commander?”

“They’re the ones who insist on betting money.” Rory shrugs.

“Such a healthy pastime.”

“You’re one to talk! Gambling money isn’t my pastime, crafting dice and playing with them is. Crafting keeps my mind occupied, and does wonders for creativity. And I have to test them somehow, right?”

“And here I though you were ‘all work, no play’.”

“I admit I overwork at times.”

“I have this distinct memory of you sleepwalking to the command tent and place pawns on the map.”

“It was. one. time.”

“In any case… if gambling isn’t your hobby, why are you in a casino?”

“I was looking for you, actually.”

“Oh? Should I assume you’d like something to be blown up?”

“Not right now, no. I’ve got a question to ask you.” He holds out his dice to Canach. “Fancy a game?”

“After what you just said?” Canach laughs. “Well, you know me, I can’t resist that kind of improbable bet.”

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GW2 Commander Week

Day 3: Free Time

Most of Sarafir’s life has been occupied by battle or preparation for battle, but the more she deals with Tyria’s shit, the more she comes to embrace her free time like a treasure.


She didn’t join the Priory just to get away from the Black Citadel. She’d always had an aptitude for learning, and her interest in the arts grew as they studied ancient sculptures and paintings and pottery. Even after leaving the Priory for good she’d developed a taste for craft. Painting, sculpting, weaving–anything to put her claws to work and create something rather than tear it down.


When Sarafir itches for more excitement, she eagerly attends the local moots. Drinks aplenty and the uproarious boasting (and maybe the occasional brawl) sends Sarafir’s spirit soaring.

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Summary: All Dante wanted to do was get away and run a small little bar. Now he is the sheriff and needs to find a deputy. Here we go. 

Author’s Note: Sorry for taking 30 years to write this one. Forgive me!! Blame the writer’s block.

Warning: guns, murder, cursing, shooting, capslock (let me know if I forgot anything)


“Alright, here you go. Congrats on your new building”.

Dante took the key with a smile, shook the guy’s hand, and ran inside.

“Don’t forget! Rent is due at the end of the month!”

Dante waved him off before heading inside. He didn’t want to think about bills right now. He just wanted to open up his beer and have a mini celebration with himself. 

He was finally free.

Dante loved his parents but they could be very overbearing. They wanted him to be one way so of course, he decided to be another.

Being the owner of a bar wasn’t anything to write home about but it did encapsulate all his favorite things: eating and drinking. Oh and he could use the gun skills his father taught him and his brother secretly over the years.

Dante could hear his brother’s snide laughter in his head. Foolishness Dante! You have no real hobbies! Dante shook his head to get rid of the voice that would always annoy him as a child. 

Well, Virgil! Look at me now! I have my own business! Try calling me immature now!

Dante chuckled to himself as he popped open a beer. This was the start of a new happy life all alone–

Suddenly, the double doors of his bars were blasted open by a man in a black hat and on a horse broke into his office. He pointed his pistol at Dante and shouted: “Give me all your money!” 

Dante just raised an eyebrow “Could you come and try to rob me later? I’m trying to enjoy my beer.”

The robber nearly dropped his gun in shock, no one had ever said no to him. Not when he was a child and especially not now. He pointed his gun again and shouted: “I’m not playing around!”

“And I’m trying to relax!” Dante shouted back, lifting his beer to emphasize his point. The robber growled and shot Dante’s beer bottle in anger. The robber smiles smugly as if he won a prize.

Dante, still holding the bottleneck, looks at it. Then he looks at the robber, then back bottleneck. 

Big mistake dude.

Before the robber could get the first syllable of the snarky comment he had, Dante shoved his two pistols into the robber’s face. The robber gasped and Dante smirked.


Dante wasn’t sure which one of his guns, Ebony and Ivory is what he called them, did the robber in but he could not bring himself to care. The guy ruined his beer. The horse the robber was on ran out of his bar. Dante sighed, he stared at the body, and blood ruining his nice new floors. At least he could be alone now–

“You killed him!”


A group of men and women walk into his bar looking at Dante in shock. Their eyes moved from the body to Dante, as if they wanted him to say something, maybe to explain himself.

Dante sheepishly puts his guns onto the bar counter and nodded “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.”

The crowd roared in applause and Dante straightened up with a smile. He can’t help it, Dante loves it when people give him attention. He wonders if he should bow. 

He didn’t get a chance to decide how he would greet his newfound fans when a panicked man runs in and shouts “THE SHERIFF IS DEAD!”

The townspeople quickly ran out of Dante’s shop and forgot about him and the dead robber just as fast. Dante followed them, too curious to do anything else. Besides, his beer was already ruined.

A crowd gathers around the now deceased body of what Dante assumed to be the Sheriff of his new town. Dante has to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing about how this man was killed with his butt sticking up towards the sky. Low hanging fruit. Hehe.

“Oh my! What are we going to do?! We won’t be safe without a Sheriff!” an older woman cried as she wiped her tears away. 

The townspeople whispered worriedly among themselves, the tension and fear practically suffocated Dante. He slowly back to his bar, not really wanting to be involved with what was happening. This was not how he planned to meet the townspeople at all. He was going to leave files on their doorsteps, inviting them to come to the opening part of his bar. They would all file in to have a break from their mundane lives and have a lively night at his bar. He then would become the most popular person in town overnight and have dozens upon dozens of woman breaking down his door, just to be near him–

Dante’s fantasy was quickly interrupted by a tall stout man shouting for everyone’s attention. He was in a somewhat fancy white suit and had a matching cowboy hat that he was resting on his hip. He cleared his throat to make sure everyone was listening to him, Dante found it unnecessary.

“Everyone! Everyone! I know we are all shaken up about what happened. Someone robbed our bank in broad daylight! Our brave sheriff did all that he could but he was tragically killed by the heinous fiend!”

The crowd gasped and mumbles of fear filled the air. Dante could not blame them, no sheriff meant no one to enforce the law. The west was too lawless as it was.

“We need to get a new sheriff immediately. Does anyone have any suggestions?”

One lady, Dante recognized her as one of the first people who came into his bar, said “I nominate this man!” she shouted while pointing at Dante “He stopped the robber for good!”

“Yeah! He shot him dead! I saw it!” another man said. The rest of the town turned to start at Dante.

Half of Dante’s brain wanted him to pose and spin his gun as he soaks in the attention and the other half of his brain was yelling at him to tell them to stop because there was no way he could ever be the sheriff. He wished they weren’t so loud because he would have picked his jaw off the ground. 

“What’s your name, hero?!” a person shouted

“That’s Dante!” his landlord called out

“Dante for sheriff! Dante for sheriff!” the town shouted, overwhelming Dante with their praise.

I don’t think I’m getting that drink.

Dante leaned back in his chair in his sheriff’s office. In his hand was a nice and cool bottle of beer, this one bullet free. It was a celebratory drink. Celebrating his first full year as a sheriff. 

The town would not take a no for an answer and practically forced him into the position of sheriff. He only stopped protesting when his landlord promised that he would not have to pay for the rent for the bar.

In a few months, he learned as many laws as his poor brain could memorize and actually caught a great handful of crooks. As a bonus, the woman who took over his bar, her name is Trish, gives him a free drink and meal every night as a thank you for helping convince the landlord she would be a great bar owner.

The town loved him, especially the woman. That’s not saying he was fighting off admirers, they only liked to stare at him. Anytime he tried to ask one of them out, they would just giggle. He had the worst luck with women.

Well, now was not the time to dwell over his dateless life. He needed to stay focused. It had been a full year and he had no deputy. The other deputy quit after the original sheriff was killed, he only had the job because the two happened to be friends.

Dante figured he wouldn’t need a deputy, the town was small enough but all the paperwork, patrols, and requests were starting to take a toll on him. He needed to lighten his load.

It turns out that living in a small town makes people not want to join you in risking your life to protect everyone else. Bunch of cowards.

He leaned back in his chair, ready to take a nap. He had waited hours for someone to come in to apply for the job so the nap was warranted. That’s when she walked in.

Dante looked up and he nearly fell out his chair. He could not believe this vision that was in front of his eyes. She had short dark hair, mismatched eyes, she was tall and she had this energy around her. She was dressed in simple black pants, black boots, and a white shirt. Decorating her waist was a gun holster that dueled as a belt which a making smaller one around her left leg, though unlike the bigger one, it was empty of a gun.

“Are you going to pick your jaw off the floor anytime soon, Sheriff?” She asked before closing Dante’s mouth for him by lifting his chin up with one of her guns, the one that he assumed belonged in the leg holster. She clearly wasn’t waiting for a response.

Two can play at that game, Dante thought to himself. Never wanting to be upstaged by anyone, he simply smiled. “Sorry about that, I never get such cute company. What can I do for you, little lady? Cat stuck up a tree?”

The woman rolled her eyes “I’m here to apply to be the deputy. I’m new in town and I need a job.”

“Oh is that so? Well, follow me” He waves her over to the door and they headed to his backyard. Well, the backyard is a nice way to put it. It was a dirty, empty small lot behind his building with some garbage his neighbors and targets he made with wood and paint he found. 

“Okay, shoot the targets,” Dante says

“That’s it?” she asks, a bit confused.

Dante nods “Everything else is straightforward, fill in boxes A, B, C, make sure to keep your keys on your person and I saw the horse you had outside next to mine so I know you can ride. If you can hit the bullseye on each of the targets, you got the job.”

The woman smirked and perfectly hit each and every bullseye. She turned to Dante with one hand holding her gun and the other sticking out for a handshake. 

Dante smiled and shook her hand “You’re hired, miss…?”

“Lady, call me Lady”

“Well, Lady, this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership.”


And thus all villains of the wild west better watch their backs from the Lady and the Devilhunter.         



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***Headphones Recommended***
Style: soft piano + cello duet
Notes: heartwarmingly gentle composition, imitating Oda and Dazai’s collective heartbeats

“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”  – John Joseph Powell

@odazaiweek2020 - Day 3 // AU: Soulmates


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Day 3 🌸

{To make me a good example for others} Today I have my first exam over Zoom and I am a little nervous. I hate being the one struggling to follow along with the others. I would love to be the one others look up to and come to for advice. But for now I just want to pass my exam!

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I’ve been feeling real sad about my mom. I need her and miss her and love her and I wish I could talk to her again. Especially now when my life is starting to move so fast.

She always knew what to do. The right thing to say.

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