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fluentmoviequoter · 13 days

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Constant Faith

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x worship pastor!reader

Summary: When your church is robbed during worship practice, you try to remember as many details as you can to tell the police. Tim is the responding officer, and despite his worry about you, he's impressed by what you remember.

Warnings: robbery, the robbers point guns at r, fluff and comfort

Word Count: 1.4k+ words

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Everyone has constants in their life and unshakeable faith in something to get them through hard days. No matter what that faith may be in, is an irrefutable fact that people put their faith in at least one thing, perhaps even themselves, and rely on it when times get tough. For you, your faith and your constants align. Today, your constants include Tim Bradford and worship practice.

Being a worship pastor at your home church is one of the best parts of your life, and the time you spend at church is just as special and important to you as time spent at home. As you drive to practice, you realize that it has been less than twenty-four hours since you were last at church and chuckle to yourself. Your faith makes you active in church, and you doubt that you’ll ever get tired of being there: your home away from home.

Meanwhile, Tim is out on a call and trying not to think about you. He tends to get distracted by you, and when he sees the time, he knows that you’ll be at church. Safe. Knowing you, your routine, and where you are brings Tim comfort. He trusts you, though, it’s the rest of Los Angeles he has a problem with. Tim also knows better than to think about you too much at work because you make him happy, and the officers around him may get suspicious.

“Hi,” you greet happily as you enter the sanctuary.

The rest of the worship team matches your excited attitude from the stage. Your team is amazing, and you look forward to the time spent with them each week. After you catch up with them quickly, you direct them to take their places with microphones and instruments before queuing the song list for Sunday service.

“I have a question,” your newest, and youngest, member says shyly.

“Of course,” you reply with a smile.

“Could I maybe try harmonizing on the second song? I’ve been practicing, but I don’t know if I can do it with those notes yet,” she explains.

“Please do! We’ll run through it again after, too, if you want.”

She nods, and you signal to Jerry, the audio tech, to start the countdown to the first song. You’ll have one when you enter on Sunday, so you like to utilize it during practice, too. The music begins filling the room, and you lose yourself in the lyrics of the first song.

A door slams somewhere outside the sanctuary, and you raise your hand to end the song. The sudden quiet lets you hear footsteps moving quickly through the foyer area.

“Who is that?” the bass player asks.

Before you can answer, the door at the back of the sanctuary opens and two men wearing masks enter.

“Put your hands up!” one of them demands.

You’re prepared to argue with him, but when he raises a gun, you decide to comply. The friends around you step back and raise their hands as requested. When he gestures for them to move to the back of the stage and sit, they do so without hesitation. As they drop their heads toward the stage, you hear a small voice somewhere within you. It demands that you pay attention and remember everything you can about this moment. You sit as well but keep your eyes up and watch the men walk toward each other and begin whispering.

“… safe somewhere, John!” one of them says.

Clutching your hands together, you say a silent prayer that these men don’t hurt anyone. Your prayer focuses on your continued safety, and that of everyone else in the building, before you ask for justice. These men have clearly done this before, and you’re confident that there are other people, maybe even other church congregations, who have been robbed before. Throughout your prayer, you keep your eyes open and on any defining markers you can find.

“Where’s the safe?” one of the men – John – yells.

He swings the gun toward you, and one of your worship team members answers, “In the treasurer’s office! It’s just around the corner.”

One of the men nods before leaving the sanctuary. You’re left to sit with the other gunmen, and you take the hand of the woman beside you in an attempt to soothe her. Everyone else seems to be panicking, and you say another prayer for them.

Minutes that feel like eternities pass before the man returns and gestures for his fellow thief. They walk out backward to keep anyone from following them, but the moment the door closes, you pull your phone from your pocket and call 911.

“Officers are already en route. We were alerted of the crime in progress,” the dispatcher says before asking you several questions.

After explaining what you can, you end the call, stand, and walk toward the door.

“Don’t go out, they could still be here!” someone implores quietly.

“I’m not going anywhere, just checking on Jerry,” you answer.

Jerry, the audio tech, is in the small booth at the back of the sanctuary. He’s no longer in his seat, and you open the door slowly.

“Oh, it’s you,” he sighs from his spot on the floor. “I called the police. Is everyone else okay?”

“We’re fine, Jerry. Thanks for being so proactive,” you reply.

“I should- should have done more.”

“Your safety is more important. Everything’s fine, so don’t worry about it, alright?”

“LAPD! We’re coming in,” an officer yells outside.

You push the sanctuary door open and wave to the responding officers. You’re surprised to see Tim, but your falling adrenaline keeps you from showing it. He’s with Celina for some reason; you’re not curious enough to ask why yet.

“The robbers are gone. There were only a few of us here for worship practice and we’re still in here,” you explain.

“Any idea what they took?” Celina asks as she moves past you through the doorway.

“Go check on the other witnesses,” Tim interjects.

After she turns around, Tim lays his hand against your side and asks, “Are you okay?”

You nod quickly. “I think so. Just shaken up, I guess.”

“There’s no shame in that. I am too. I heard the call over the radio and couldn’t get here fast enough.”

“How’d you know I was here?”

“You’re always here,” Tim teases.

“I, uh, I heard one of their names and I got a pretty good idea of what they look like – build, I mean; they were wearing masks.”

Tim shakes his head as three more officers enter the building. He tells you to join your worship team and he’ll find you again when he can. After you give a detailed statement and describe both men to a sketch artist, you sit heavily against one of the pews.

“You got a name and a nearly perfect physical description,” Tim says as he lowers to sit beside you. “Most cops can’t even do that.”

“Guess I had a lot of reason to be calm,” you say with a shrug. “I wasn’t scared, I knew that I had no reason to be, but I also knew you would need to know as much about them as I could tell. Not you, but the police.”

“Sergeant Bradford?” Celina asks as she approaches. “Officer Chen is looking for you.”

“Tim!” Lucy says as she rushes to join Celina. “I heard you attach yourself to this call; what was the urgency?”

“Crimes against churches usually go to Metro,” Tim answers.

Lucy’s eyes drift to you, sitting comfortably beside Tim. “Just that?” she asks knowingly.

“Robbery and CSU have work to do,” Tim deflects as he stands. “So, mind your own business and get out of the way.”

“Tim,” you chide quietly.

“What?” he asks.

Lucy grabs Celina’s arm and leads her outside. “You’re telling me everything I missed,” she whispers.

“Your former rookie just abducted your new rookie,” you point out.

“She’s not my new rookie. Just doing a favor for Wade; Celina’s dealing with a lot of stress, so I’m trying to get her back where she needs to be.”

You smile and Tim takes your hand. Your faith allowed you to be aware and alert, and Tim is obviously impressed by the details you remember.

“Let me drive you home,” he offers.

The rest of the worship team is ready to leave, and you wave as they move toward the door.

“Same time tomorrow in my garage?” your bass player asks.

“Sounds great,” you reply. “See you then. And call if any of you need anything.”

“Hey,” Tim says, nudging you. “I promise that we’ll catch the men who did this and make sure the money is returned.”

“I know. And, yes, please, to the ride home. Only if you give me a hug.”

“You’re getting more than one.”

#tim bradford x reader #hanna writes✯#tim bradford fic #tim bradford x you #tim bradford imagine #tim bradford #tim bradford the rookie #the rookie abc #requests

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homoeroticbetrayal · 1 year

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Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Round 1

Round 1 Directory

Context:

Komaeda/Hinata

Keeping this short since I'm a bit tired, but basically Komaeda is first introduced as a friendly character Hajime feels close with, however after chapter 1 and onwards Hajime feels betrayed by Komaeda thanks to his actions in the first trial. During the game he still tries to understand him despite being hurt by his actions, though in chapter 4 the feeling of betrayal is mutual as Komaeda finds out Hajime is a reserve course student instead of an ultimate and everyone in the class is part of a world ending terrorist group called the ultimate despair. As for the gay part holy shit there is so much. A classic example would be Komaedas abandoned love confession (which is rather explicitly romantic in nature in jpn), his character songs Poison (literally has a line that says "I love and want to understand him more than anyone else") and Zettai Kibou Birthday (I'm not going to copy the lyrics here, they're too explicit, but tldr the whole song is literally just "I'm gay and thirsty"), the fact that even despite finding out that Hajime is what he hates most he says "I know you don't matter at all.. so why do I still care about you?", whatever the heck that one gun scene in the anime was, nearly everything in island mode (like komaeda saying stuff like "let's get back to our lovenest" or "I don't mind if you just want to see me naked"), Hajime finding his smile comforting, everything regarding them in the 2.5 OVA, the official valentines poster with them that implies that they might've gotten together postgame (though that one is ambiguously canon, it's still official content though), etc. There's even more please help.

Akechi/Joker (Persona 5)

When Akechi shoots Joker (the player) in the head, your relationship status immediately ranks up. Joker's into some kinky shit.

#komahina #akeshu #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #akechi goro #akira kurusu #p5 #dgrp #polls

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 1 month

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The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - A Songfic

Pairing: None

Rating: General, although my blog is, as always, 18+ only

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, breakups, mentions of Teresa x Patrick Jane

Summary: I am a visitor here. I am not permanent.

A/N: @whatsnewalycat said that The District Sleeps Alone Tonight by the Postal Service was a Marcus Pike song and then I listened to it during a thunderstorm and imagined a whole scene based on it. I’m not sure whether or not to call this a songfic, but there are several direct quotations from the lyrics and the “plot” of this follows the song pretty closely. For best results, listen to this song while you read. The lyrics are posted at the end of the fic <3

Masterlist

A lone figure cuts through the wet fog, his collar turned up and shoulders hunched forward in a futile attempt to ward off the elements. The faded leather jacket may have been sufficient enough for even the coldest winter days in Austin, but against the drizzle and wind in this new climate, it only succeeds at keeping him dry. Mostly. The notion that he may not be as well-prepared as he had originally thought himself to be grates on him, shame niggling at the back of his spine at the realization that he doesn’t even know where to go to purchase a winter coat.

A gust of wind sends thousands of miniscule, stinging droplets of water into his face, making him grimace, and Marcus wonders to himself how it could possibly still be raining with temperatures so close to freezing.

It seems as though he’s stopped at every street crossing, because of course he is, and he squints against the endless line of headlights and brake lights extending in either direction, blurring and distorting in the soggy weather, as he waits for the traffic lights to turn.

It gets dark so early here.

His phone buzzes against fingers shoved in his pockets, and he fishes it out to read the text message that flashes on the screen.

Sorry, I think you might still have my spare key? If so can you mail it back? Thx.

The cavity of his chest feels empty and raw as his vision seems to darken around the words, twisting and warping them much like the rain and the headlights. Marcus pockets the phone again without responding and stares blankly at the ground. He thinks about the endless, pitch-black tunnels stretching out in every direction beneath him, wondering how many feet of asphalt and concrete there are between the bottoms of his feet and the top of the cavernous expanse of the DC underground. He imagines the sidewalk crumbling, sending him down into the unknown depths.

In reality, he takes the escalator across the street.

The station is buzzing with life–as it always seems to be, no matter the hour–and Marcus watches vibrant humanity swirl around him. Two teenagers sharing the same pair of headphones. A tired-looking mother with two young children. A woman in a business suit, eyes glued to her phone. A disheveled old man, smelling of booze, that everyone subconsciously steps around without even a look in his direction.

Marcus fishes in his pocket for his metro card, his fingers bumping against the badge he had immediately unclipped from his lapel upon leaving work–the one that spells out a single word with big block letters, just another indignity upon all of the other indignities he’s suffered this week.

When he had asked why his regular badge–the one he’s clipped on his lapel every morning for over a decade–wasn’t sufficient, the bored door attendant tried to explain about building access being tied to his network credentials, which were tied to something called “Active Directory,” and it couldn’t be done right now because they were experiencing downtime after a backup server failed, and Marcus didn’t really understand what any of this meant or why this hadn’t all been set up beforehand, but there was hardly a point in trying to get answers to his questions because none of it would speed up the activation of his new credentials, nor the delivery of his new laptop, which wasn’t arriving until Monday.

None of this was done with malicious intent, of course; nor is he the only new employee affected, going by the line of badged Agents standing in line every morning this week to get the day’s temporary access, but Marcus still feels like a marked man. Separate. Apart. Singled-out.

I am a visitor here. I am not permanent.

It only compounds upon that same feeling inside of him: that feeling that he’s on some sort of strange vacation, and that soon he’ll be able to return home. Home. To his little duplex in Austin, where he shared one wall with Mrs. Ruth Galloway, the eighty-five year-old widow he had a cup of tea with every Sunday at two pm. To the city he knows, the field office where he’d spent most of his career, with familiar rooms and familiar faces… where she walks through the familiar halls. With him.

Marcus swallows thickly, shoving the painful lump down into his stomach.

No, he can’t go home.

The spacious condo certainly doesn’t feel like home when he opens the door to find the large living room dark and cold and foreboding, although that’s probably mostly his fault–the walls are still lined with moving boxes, most of them still half-full with his belongings, messy and unkempt after rummaging through them to find the essentials and leaving the rest.

When he had toured the building, two weeks before the move, the large residence felt full of dreams, of possibilities, rather than empty and sterile. Marcus remembers going from room to room, his head filled with images of an idealistic future: a king-sized bed, his and hers towels in the pristine bathroom, a bookshelf large enough to fit all of their books in the first spare room, and, in the second spare room… a crib.

Now, they’re just two empty rooms.

The fridge is empty too, Marcus suddenly remembers, having not had a chance to find a grocery store yet. He’s been living out of takeaway containers, not even bothering to open the box of dishes and silverware. He takes out two styrofoam boxes–one half-filled with leftover Pad Thai, the other with chicken Tikka Masala, and dumps them side-by-side into the same container with a half-grimace.

Beats going back out into the weather.

There are two beers left in a six-pack bought three days ago, so he opens one and takes a long sip while the microwave heats his food. He thumbs through the mail he left on the kitchen counter absentmindedly, finding mostly junk advertisements and coupons, but a takeout menu for a Sushi restaurant catches his eye. As he sets it on top of several other menus he’d accumulated over the last couple of days, the microwave beeps, alerting him to the fact that his dinner is ready.

Marcus sits at the kitchen table and flicks on the TV in the living room, setting the channel to some random rerun of a syndicated sitcom that he doesn’t recognize, mostly for background noise. He pulls a somewhat-soggy copy of the Washington Post he snagged from the breakroom from his messenger bag and flips through the pages without really reading any of the headlines until he finds the crossword. He halfheartedly fills out the clues as he eats, the canned laugh track from the show filtering in and out of his awareness. The clue ‘strips in geography class (6 letters)’ finally causes him to rub at his temples, setting down the pen as he rises to his feet to toss the empty container and bottle in the trash.

The other beer is popped open, and Marcus settles down on the couch, flipping through channels. He pauses briefly on a black and white film–Roman Holiday, he recognizes after a minute or two of watching–but when Ann and Joe kiss on the riverbank, he quickly switches to a basketball game instead. Keeping the volume low, he lets his mind wander as he blankly watches the teams run back and forth on the court, not all that interested in the score.

He needs to buy food. He needs to find somewhere he can get a winter coat. He needs to find a post office, he suddenly remembers, thinking of the text message from earlier. He checks the time–late, probably too late. Wait, no–it’s two hours earlier in Austin. Two beers is hardly enough to even feel the alcohol, but apparently it’s enough to dull his sense of judgment, because he finds himself pulling out his phone. The call goes straight to voicemail, and he tries not to think about the possibility that she’s screening her calls because of him.

“Hi, uh… Hi. I’m sure you’re busy, but I got your message earlier about the key, and… I think I do have one, yeah, but I’m not sure… where, exactly. I’m still in the process of unpacking, got a couple more boxes to go through,” Marcus says, looking at the large pile of boxes in front of him and knowing he’s got many more throughout the house. “I’ll make it a priority to find it and send it off this weekend.

“It’s really nice here,” he continues, seemingly not able to stop the flow of words once they’ve started. “There’s a Thai place down the street that you’d like, but the spring rolls are so-so. Not like that one place we found in Ridgetop, remember that one?” Marcus chuckles softly to himself, hardly recognizing the sound of his own laughter, and it sends a pang down into his chest. “I–” he stutters, blinking rapidly. “I know things weren’t perfect between us. The–the timing wasn’t right, and there were a lot of… of uh, obstacles in our way, but I’ve been doing–” he huffs humorlessly, “–a lot of thinking over the past couple of days, and I think I understand now. I saw a life that I wanted, and… I pushed for it. I pushed too hard, without–without thinking about how you felt about it, about whether you were ready, whether you even wanted a life with me. You were… you were trying to tell me, that whole time… and I didn’t listen. But I… I think I finally see it–why I was the one worth leaving. It was never going to be me, it couldn’t have been. I ignored all the signs that I was pushing too hard, not listening, pressuring you…” He takes a shaky breath, and lets it out slowly. “I’m sorry. You were right to leave. I–I wish you the best, Teresa.”

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

The Postal Service

Smeared black ink

Your palms are sweaty

And I'm barely listening

To last demands

I'm staring at the asphalt wondering

What's buried underneath

I'll wear my badge

A vinyl sticker with big block letters

Adhering to my chest

That tells your new friends

I am a visitor here, I am not permanent

And the only thing

Keeping me dry is

You seem so out of context

In this gaudy apartment complex

(Where I am) A stranger with your door key

Explaining that I'm just visiting

(Where I am) And I am finally seeing

Why I was the one worth leaving

D.C. sleeps alone tonight

You seem so out of context

In this gaudy apartment complex

(Where I am) A stranger with your door key

Explaining that I'm just visiting

(Where I am) And I am finally seeing

Why I was the one worth leaving

The district sleeps alone tonight

After the bars turn out their lights

(Where I am) And send the autos swerving

Into the loneliest evening

(Where I am) And I am finally seeing

Why I was the one worth leaving

#Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike fanfiction #The Mentalist #songfic #pedro pascal #Spotify

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glittergroovy · 2 months

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Post Directory: Megan Thee Stallion

EP: Tina Snow (2018)

WTF I Want / Hot Girl / Good At / Freak Nasty / Cognac Queen / Neva / Big Ole Freak / Tina Montana / Make A Bag / Cocky AF

album: Fever (2019)

Realer / Hood Rat Shit / Pimpin / Cash Shit / W.A.B / Best You Ever Had / Simon Says / Shake That / Money Good / Dance / Ratchet / Sex Talk / Big Drank / Running Up Freestyle

EP: Suga (2020)

Ain't Equal / Savage / Captain Hook / Hit My Phone / B.I.T.C.H. / Rich / Stop Playing / Crying In The Car / What I Need

album: Good News (2020)

Shots Fired / Circles / Cry Baby / Do It On The Tip / Sugar Baby / Movie / Freaky Girls / Body / What's New / Work That / Intercourse / Go Crazy / Don't Rock Me To Sleep / Outside / Savage (Remix) / Girls In The Hood / Don't Stop

album: Something For Thee Hotties (2021)

Tuned In Freestyle / Megan Monday Freestyle / Trippy Skit / Southside Forever Freestyle / Outta Town Freestyle / Megan's Piano / Vickeelo And Dino Btw Skit / Eat It / All Of It / Warning / Kitty Kat / Tina Snow Interlude / God's Favorite / Let Me See It / Opposite Day / Freakend / Bae Goals / Pipe Up / Bless The Booth Freestyle / THOT SHIT / To Thee Hotties

album: Traumazine (2022)

NDA / Ungrateful / Not Nice / Budget / Her / Gift & A Curse / Ms. Nasty / Who Me / Red Wine / Scary / Anxiety / Flip Flop / Consistency / Star / Pressurelicious / Plan B / Southside Royalty Freestyle / Sweetest Pie

other:

HISS

#directory #megan thee stallion #megan thee stallion lyrics #album: tina snow #album: fever #ep: suga #album: good news #album: something for thee hotties #album: traumazine #as always this will b updated over time as i post more

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mariposahxh · 8 months

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KilluGon Propaganda Directory

(all my killugon proof links)

1. Togashi made a killugon reference in the Succession War Arc

2. Killua gave Gon the Rainbow Diamond (proposal card)

3. Togashi used the main romantic pair from his romcom as inspo for Gon and Killua (Ten De Shōwaru Cupid)

4. Killua has a gay moment in the city of love

5. Hisoka says that Gon is Killua’s “most beloved”

6. Togashi used a gay character from Patalliro! (one of his fav gay boy love mangas) as inspiration for Killua

7. Romantic pairs that parallel/inspire/relate to killugon

8. Gon and Killua use romantic dialect with each other (I love you)

9. They added a girl into the plot of the hxh movie then made Gon and Killua GAYER (Phantom Rouge)

10. The anime suspiciously left out the scene of Killua giving Gon the Rainbow Diamond proposal card

11. Out of context killugon manga panels (hxh shojo elements)

12. Mariya Ise (Killua’s 2011 anime VA) says that Killua is romantically in love with Gon

13. Palm dyed her hair silver in the manga for her and Gon’s date to look like Killua ( /hj /hsrs )

14. Gon and Killua influenced a lesbian relationship in Bloom Into You

15. CAA parallels mini web

16. Palm and Killua acting like typical shojo romantic rivals over Gon

17. Killugon CAA parallels with Palm/Knov, Meurem/Komugi, importance, and love

18. Redditor spits fire under the “is killua gay?” discussion

19. Togashi possibly used Itsuki/Sensui from YYH as an inspo for Gon/Killua

20. The commissioned 1999 anime song lyrics are very gay (so gay that the English translators tried hiding it!)

#killugon propaganda #I’ll add more as we go

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cal-kestis · 3 months

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hi nik, happy new year! i was wondering if you had any tips for scene selection because your blending/choice of scenes is always so pleasing :) thanks for all your help!

hi!! happy new year <3 ah thank you so much! i'm terrible at explaining blending bc i tend to just slap stuff on top of each other and hope for the best sldkfjlksd but i'll try to give a couple of tips using the miles set i posted today!

tip 1: choose scenes that match your lyrics/quote if you can this is my usual first step when choosing a scene bc i want to emphasize the themes of my set. i worry later if it's even photoshoppably possible to blend them lol. for the gif i'm using as an example, i wanted to convey a sense of anxiety and contemplation, as well as show a moment where miles was surrounded by the "everyone" mentioned in the quote

tip 2: map things out before spending too much time on the final if you screencap like me, you know this is the most tedious step in gifmaking 😪 so instead of screencapping a bunch of potential scenes for 20+ min, just grab one frame from each scene you might want to use, and test if they'd be possible to blend. i layer them, resize them a bunch of times, move them around, until i get something i like and seems doable in gif form. then, once you know it's possible, you can screencap the whole scene and make it into a gif. these are the static images i played around with before coloring or fully screencapping:

(i also like to map out my typography beforehand sometimes!)

tip 3: choose scenes with large sections of darkness or solid colors when you blend with "screen" mode (as most gifmakers do), it means the light area of scene A will be visible over the dark area of scene B and vice versa. i like to choose scenes that look like silhouettes, scenes with large portions of solid colors, or scenes where the main source of brightness comes from the subject's face. here's what each of my scenes looked like before and after coloring, so you can get an idea of what i'm trying to manipulate for a smooth blend:

tip 4: use a soft brush to erase bits you don't want i almost always erase some bits from blended gifs! especially if it's intersecting with a focal point of my gif and causing a distraction. sometimes, i even use a levels layer to darken things and then paint over the layer mask to create the darkness i need as explained in tip 3

i think those are my best blending/scene selection tips! again, i'm super bad at explaining this particular effect. but there are tons of amazing blending tutorials on the usergif resource directory you can check out too! i hope this helped a bit! :)

#nik.help #ask #anonymous #photoshop help

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redjaybathood · 2 months

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This is not my text but a translation of a text originally posted here.

Give the author on twitter a like, a reblog and a follow while you are at it.

"Today commemorates the death of Noman Çelebicihan, a leader of the Crimean Tatar people.

January 26, 1918, he was imprisoned as the result of the Red Terror, and a month later, on February 23, in Sevastopol (Aqyar) they shot him and threw his body into the sea.

I will talk about why it is important to learn about him, below.

Noman Çelebicihan was the one who revived the tradition of Qurultay, a national democratic assembly.

It was under his leadership that the Crimean Tatar self-awareness began to flourish for the first time since the annexy of Crimean Khanate (1783).

During the February Revolution of year '17, demand for self-awareness in society is growing, and in April, Çelebicihan becomes a comimissioner of spiritual leadership and first democratically elected mufti of Crimea. This was when he also became the first Mufti of Muslims of Lithuania, Poland, and Belarus.

Meanwhile, the Muslim Executive Committe becames the main executive body of the government.

In Summer 1917, Crimean national military units began to form, the so called Squadrones. Çelebicihan then calls for a formation of Muslim Armed Forces.

December 1917, Qurultay has declared Crimean Democratic Republic, founders of which were Çelebicihan and like-minded individuals. This was also when they adopted a democratic Constitution drafted by him, Cafer Seydamet and other peers.

It talked about electoral right for everyone, any and all class ranks or titles were canceled, as were their priveleges, it asserted equal rights of women and men, established regulations on assembly of parlaiment. A regulation on election of national government - Directory - was also established.

Çelebicihan, as well as Cafer Seydamet (who became a minister of foreign affairs and military minister), maintained connections to Central Council of Ukraine (Ukrainian Central Rada). In Spring 1917, by an invite of the Central Council, Crimea sent 10 people in a delegation to participate in the work of the Congress of Nations (Congress of the Enslaved Peoples of Russia) in Kyiv.

Apart of all that noted above, Çelebicihan lifted the obligation of Crimean Tatar women to wear a veil, which led to a wave of disconent from conservative part of populatoin.

At the Congress, he declared and advocated for the equality of all nations that live in Crimea: "Our mission is to create a state like Switzerland. Nations of Crimea are a beautiful bouquet, and every nation needs equal rights and conditions, because we are to walk side by side."

It is thanks to Çelebicihan that a women's gymnasium (a school) and technical school were opened in Simferopol (Aqmescit), that a Pedagogic Institute based on Zıncırlı medrese was opened, and that there were established short-term advanced training courses for teachers.

In addtion, he was a writer and a poet, one of his most known works is "A Prayer for Swallows", and his poem-pledge Ant Etkenmen is now a national anthem of all Crimean Tatars.

You can find the lyrics and a modern translation today in the Kitap Qalesi publication

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Bolsheviks seizing power endangered the existence of Crimean People Republic.

January 4, 1918, Çelebicihan took initiative to rsign from the positions of leadership.

Due to attempts to negotiate with Bolsheviks about the cessation of armed struggle in Crimea, on January 18, 1918, they took over the government in Simferopol (Aqmescit), arrested Çelebicihan and transported him to Sevastopol (Aqyar) in an airplane. February 23, 1918, he was shot in the city prison.

This is not the full list of what Çelebicihan has become famous for, in a fairly short time. He wrote poetry, published papers, organized an underground society for Crimean Tatar youth in İstanbul, there were also other changes that were introduced in the Republic."

A longer text is to come, and the author plans to publish it on her blog on Drukarnia. It already has an awesome post on where to learn Crimean Tatar language. And while it's in Ukrainian, most browsers, whether on mobile or PC, support auto translation. I translated this thread just because twitter makes it really tedious to read threads in other languages. So like. Subscribe and support the author!

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