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kruger2kalahari · 2 years

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Jenny photographing the waterbirds from Mankwe hide. What looks strange about this image you might ask? Well, for 27 years we have used only Nikon gear and this was the first time for us to use the Canon gear. We sold our Nikon gear in 2021 and decided to hire some photo gear for a 5-day trip to Pilanesberg. The camera hire shops have only basic Nikon gear for rental. If you want decent gear - mid to high end - then you are limited to Canon. We decided to use the Canon 300mm f2.8 lens plus 1.4x tele converter and a Canon 5D mk4 body. Some advice when renting gear - check it before you leave!!! The exposure wasn't working on the body - every image was underexposed by around 3 stops. I would dial in up to +3EV and/or spot meter but nothing worked. Thank God for Photoshop so I could rectify the images when we got home. You would think that the camera hire people would check all the gear before releasing it... http://www.kruger-2-kalahari.com #NaturePhotography #Africa #Photographic #Travel #WildlifePhotography #PhotoSafari #Kruger2Kalahari #AfriTravel #eBooks #Wildlife #Pilanesberg #pilanesberggamereserve #pilanesbergselfdrive #pilanesbergnationalpark #mankwedam #mankwehide #pilanesbergnaturereserve #camerarental #camerahire #canonwildlife #nikon_photography #canonphotography #lensrentals #lenshire #lensrental (at Pilanesberg National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj-g9CaqTVe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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panic-at-the-fiction · 3 years

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1983

Summary: Ten years later (y/n) is now earning her PhD at Oxford, when she is called home in a emergency involving another telepathic student, Jean Grey and the nightmares she’s been having.

Warning: I know nothing about PhDs and I shoved in a bunch of very surface level psychology.

A/N: yeah I don’t know what I’m doing here but uh here you go.

Que the super cool X-men music with an animated opening of traveling through time and ending with a big X.

“Ten years ago a man named Erik Lenshire stood on US capitol soil and tried to assassinate the president. Luckily for us he was stopped by a mutant who goes by the name mystic. In the process mutants were revealed to the world, they now live among us. They could be anyone, your neighbors, your professor, your student. And they could have any immeasurable amount of power. The real question is what decides that power, genetics? DNA? No, I believe it’s something more psychological than that. What if a mutant's power comes from the unconscious mind? What if it’s decided by their environment or childhood experiences? This is what I want to study, this is the subject I’m passionate about Mrs Creed.”

The professor just stared at me, “(y/n), this theory of yours, it’s just… I mean how could you go about proving it? It’s just a very loose idea and little research has been done on mutants. I mean you’re not even a mutant yourself…” I frown as I’m reminded of the lie I’m living. “You must know it’s a bit far-fetched. Wouldn’t a mind like yours rather chase after something with some merit to it?”

I just smile weakly at her, “You know I think you would do wonders in my Behaviorism class.”

“Thank you, I’ll think it over Mrs Creed.” I grabbed my bag and left her office. I didn’t like how she only felt embarrassed at my proposal thesis. Of course she didn’t like my pitch. She never likes anything out of the box.

And I am too a mutant. Just because I haven’t told anyone here at Oxford about my history doesn’t mean I’m not still the same mutant or that I'm ashamed of who I am. If there’s anything to be ashamed of, it's the fact that I'm still living this lie.

I walk back to my very small apartment to lay down and wallow in my defeat for a bit. Who knew that trying to find a topic for a dissertation paper would be so hard.

One short nap won’t hurt. I only closed my eyes for a second when I next woke up in a cold sweat. Must have been just another bad dream. They're just meaningless dreams I remind myself. I check outside and see that it's pitch black already. Ok so maybe it was a long nap, a very long nap.

I walk out to my kitchen hoping to fix dinner but stopping when I see the little red light on my answer machine telling me I have a voice message. Pressing play I listen while I search for something to eat

“Hello… (y/n), it’s your dad calling. I know it’s really late for you but there was a problem at the mansion. Jean's latest nightmare was worse than before. Her wallpaper was boiling off the walls. She says this one was much darker than the others. She says she saw the end of the world. You know I’ve always worried about her powers but I fear this is much different. I’m going to talk to an old friend of mine to find some answers. Until then I was hoping you would come back to the mansion for a few days. I think Jean could use your help, I know you've dealt with this before. Maybe whatever worked for forgetting your dreams can work for her. I’ll call you when I know more. If you need anything Hank will be here to answer your call. I love you darling and I’ll talk to you soon.” The message ended.

I shiver at the thought. Jean's last dream was no nightmare, I’d seen that stuff too. The world ending in fire and flames. I used to get dreams about metal monsters killing off mutants but after D.C my dreams changed. Of course my dad's plan is to have Jean push her nightmares down. Pushing away a problem is always his answer.

But if Jean has seen any of what I’ve seen she must be scared out of her mind. I just hope I can help her the way I wished someone had been able to help me.

I called my school first thing in the morning to tell them I have a “Family emergency”. I called in all my favors to get someone to cover my shift at work and to have other students fill in for assisting Professor Creed. Then I packed my bags and got on the first available flight to West Chester.

After one cross continental flight and a long line at the car rental lot I was finally getting close to the school. The drive down all the old streets was the most relaxing thing to happen to me all week. Everything was so comforting and familiar. Except the loud teenagers who passed me speeding down the road. But even they couldn’t spoil it for me.

I turned down the last street to turn into the school. I smiled when the house came into view from down the road. Just as I left it.

I only blinked before the flash of light and deafening explosion. I slammed the breaks and tucked my head in my knees. Not daring to move till the ringing in my ears cut out. I looked out my car window and saw what was left of my childhood home in flames.

I hit the gas pedal and barreled down the street. No one inside the house could have survived that but maybe they had all been outside. I mean there's a chance my dad wasn’t even back yet from following his lead with his old friend. But then what about Hank or Jean or the other kids?

I pulled up the driveway and jumped out of the car. There’s a whole crowd of students and teachers outside staring at what used to be the mansion in disbelief.

I spotted Hanks in the middle of the crowd and ran over to him. “Hank! Hank! Oh my god what happened?” I start panicking and I look around us. “Where’s my dad? Hank! Where is he!” Hank stood in front of me and held onto my shoulders to calm me down.

“I… I don’t know, Erik and some other mutants took him before the explosion.” A small wave of relief washed over me.

I took a few deep breaths and managed to look at everyone standing around. Everyone was here, even Raven. No one had more than a scratch on them. “How did you all get out in time?”

“Peter showed up and saved everyone.” Hank took a step back and behind him to reveal Peter Maximoff standing there.

The exact same Peter from ten years ago. Sure he’s ten years older but not a single thing seems different. Except maybe the wide look of surprise and disbelief on his face.

Some moments feel like an eternity and the few seconds of silence where we just looked at each other truly felt like a lifetime. At first I felt excitement, butterflies and an awful amount of thankfulness and relief that he saved everyone. But then he spoke.

He pulled on the same cock demeanor I saw ten years ago. He smirked, “Uh hey (y/n)… long time no see.”

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beautifulchaostrash · 4 years

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Domestic!Lenshire HCs!

Quick setting: Billy and Brahms both got mental health treatment as children and met each other in college. They both managed to settle down and find a nice apartment somewhere.

All of these HCs are SFW!!!

-They still have separate rooms! Billy has his own room and bed, and Brahms has his own. They’ve tried sharing one before, but they found that it’s better if they each have their own space to be in when they need it. They take turns sleeping in each other's beds.

-Brahms would cook, and Billy would clean. Brahms hates doing chores of any kind, so he does most of the cooking by default, and Billy finds cleaning to be very therapeutic, so he does most of the chores. They do still occasionally take turns though, nothing is ever set in stone. And yes, Brahms does have a frilly apron that says “kiss the cook” on it with matching potholders.

-Billy would most likely be the breadwinner. I’m not saying that social interaction would be easy for Billy, god no. But i do think that Billy would be a bit more capable, or at least a bit more willing, to try and put himself out into the world. If Brahms had to go out and get a job, then he would likely try and get one that would let him work from home or have the least amount of human contact possible. Being a writer, animator, composer, or voice actor would probably be good picks for him. As for Billy, I see him as being the most comfortable in management positions that he has a level of control over. College professor, stage manager, director, are all things I could easily see him doing for a living.

-They have a Christmas tree up all year round. They put it up the first Christmas they moved in and just haven’t remembered or cared enough to take it down since, so they just leave it where it is. Billy didn’t mind at all, and Brahms didn’t either, so long as the lights weren’t left on at night. Then Halloween comes around, and billy takes down all the Christmas ornaments, leaves the fucking tree, and replaces them with Halloween decorations because he thought it would be funny. Brahms thought it was stupid, but let it be since billy seemed to be having fun with it. Now it’s a tradition to decorate the “Holiday Tree” for each holiday that comes around.

-Billy loves to bake for Brahms! And Brahms loves to stuff his face with cookies so it’s a win-win.

-Brahms still has his doll and still regresses. He doesn’t need to do it nearly as often any more, but it still happens from time to time.

-They have matching his and his mugs that they use for tea. Brahms doesn’t like coffee because he’s British, and I personally hc Billy having ADHD as well as autism, so coffee puts him to sleep. Brahms prefers either earl-grey or chai, while billy probably prefers chamomile, mint, or ginger tea.

-Your clothes? Babe i think you meant our clothes. Billy will not stop stealing Brahms’ cardigans and sweaters. Brahms in turn steals Billy's socks.

-Everytime is snugglez time. These men are inseparable, they are always sitting in each other’s laps or holding each others hands.

-Billy reads aloud to Brahms before bed! They take turns choosing books to read. They try to pick a new book every time, but Billy is biased towards fairy tales, so most of the time it’s either Hans Christen Anderson or the Brothers Grimm.

-They are really comfortable with each other! Some would argue...too comfortable. They are the type of couple where one is taking a shower and the other pops into the bathroom to take a shit and they just have a casual conversation the whole time.

-They leave sticky notes around the house for each other! Brahms was the first to start, leaving little “I love you!” notes on the fridge or on the screen of Billy’s laptop. Then Billy started leaving reply notes. On a page of Brahm’s favorite book, on the inside of the medicine cabinet, or just slapping it onto the middle of his back and laughing as he struggles to reach it.

-Billy gives Brahms back massages! Brahms’ back and neck are hella stiff, and he probs has a little bit of chronic pain. But billy is always willing to sit down and help work the knots out of his spine.

-Brahms helps Billy with his nightmares! Billy is unfortunately a very light sleeper. It’s hard for him to fall asleep, and it’s hard for him to stay asleep. Partly due to the nightmares, partly due to paranoia, mostly due to the fact that he can’t fucking stay still for more than thirty seconds at a time. The Solution? Brahms just fuckin lays on top of Billy in order to keep him still long enough to fall asleep.

@tess-timony @bunny-slasher @tiny-slasher come get y’alls juice

-Mod Elith

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