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I’m not really sure what To call this little guy. There about the size of a hamster but can be as big as a teacup dog or small dog. They tend to just fly about in the nighttime there luminous wings and eyes helping them to see in the dark. They only eat fruits, nuts and berries, rarely insects though because it doesn’t replenish there energy nearly enough as fruits, nuts and berries. mostly because it’s hard for there bodies to get the energy and nutrients that’s in the insects, and it’s hard to digest them. But for when they do hunt for them they use there ears to listen for any bugs nearby, there ears are very sensitive but they have learned to somehow change how sensitive there ears are to sound. I might possibly make this an official spicies. It just depends on how many people like my idea. So we’ll see.
Gonna work on this some more, but thinking of what to add. What does it need? Hm... maybe more dick? Yeah, i think more dick is in order!
"A seed's a star's a seed" - Stevie Wonder
#confidence #self-esteem #potential #selfrespect #flyhigh #believe in you #quotestoliveby https://www.instagram.com/p/BzAt8XPn6PdSOLeqpcNzVgYN-SOYOA7u-w4RaM0/?igshid=1l41zwnc9rgtw
This SCREAMS Wei Wuxian, I dunno bout y'all
“He was a good man once, my grandfather. He took to necromancy, now he haunts my Castle. Excellent babysitter though!”
Me gushing about an idea I had about how to use potential electrical energy for grater efficiency & making better computers
https://youtu.be/Ttfljqj-aCU
There was something intimidating about the blank page. No words seemed good enough, she thought to herself. She looked at the blank page again, crisp and white, like a snowy field frozen in time. "You could be anything", she thought. A furrowed brow. An ink pen caught in between two fingers while scratching her scalp with the rest of them. The rain pladdering against the window 🪟🌧️☔
As humans we are born with so much potential and then somewhere along the way society clips off our wings and still has the audacity to ask why we can't fly? 🧚♀️
Just read a story of how this one guy stopped writing because his high school teacher had told him that he'd never make it as a writer. Now he's become the best selling author of two books. 📖📕
We owe it to ourselves to go after the dreams other people think we couldn't achieve. Because how will you know if you don't try?🧩
Like Paulo Coelho said: "it's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting" 🎗️🏵️
This is a generation, which is lacking perspective. Young people coming up are converted into uniformed entities, slaves of a system they don't understand and therefore they hate. Quite shocking, although true.
Without much dramatisation, I can say, that a vast majority of people I know, work jobs they never wanted. It's not neccesary because they are forced to do something they're reluctant to, simply they have no visions of their own. It's fairly disheartening to see, how young people pick careers based on a story they've heard, or what their parents did, or what pays the most or any other common reason why they, or it's customary to say: WE choose this.
First of all there's one particular thing, that needs to be clarified. Experienced (I purposefully don't say wise but more on that later) men often advise not to choose a profession based on emotions but rather on rational thinking. I'm convinced, that even YOU were told this at least once in your life and YOU must have found this to be a great advice. But it's in itself controversial. Why? Because what is called rational thinking is an emotion, named fear. Fear of bankrupcy. When you start out from what you deem to be the safest or most guaranteed way of life is only a desperate choice, trying to provide a trustworthy method to survive. You're just too afraid to move out into uncertainty. Let's stop for a moment, and think, how many people are poor because they've pursued their dreams? Well I don't know but I think less, than the ones attempting to ensure monetary stability...
Whenever you hear your successful relatives, friends, acquintances speak of how they got rich, they tell their stories and you listen with your jaw dropped. When you analyse your life and your opportunities, you found it to be hopeless to do the same thing and even if you have the guts to make the same move, it will almost certainly end in catastrophe because what works out for one, doesn't have to do the same for the other...
After numerous disappointments and probably humiliating situations, you lose your enthusiasm. And when you're the most vulnerable, the predators come: parents, friends, older friends; people, who basically think they have a brilliant piece of mind, that they could share with you to perhaps help you out of your misery (which is, by the way, self-inflicted). They tell you, how you MUST MAKE RATIONAL DECISIONS. Or, TIME TO GROW UP and ACT RESPONSIBLY. But there's nothing savvy in how they try to drive you to fields you're not particularly good at and/or interested in. Yes, it may mean a respectable salary or a family house AT LAST. But it will also, most certainly mean the extermination of the potential that lies within you.
Whenever you get the advice to live by rationality and not to go for you dreams, you're being drifted away from the one and only way of real success. The one, which can provide you a nice fortune, but more importantly a SOUL. And when you truly dedicate yourself to a passion, to your vision, the money, the fear, and the lack of perspective will be gone. Not every dream leads to a million dollar contract in Hollywood but you might want to see the difference between craziness and passion; the second one can always lift you up.
Personally YOU and I are capable of doing the most amazing things. We will be the remembered writers, freedom-fighters, engineers, scientists, singers, and really anything at all. Please, let's not act with disdain toward this. Let us become the people we were born to be.
And a last word to the people with their advices about rationality: I'm not a billionaire-rock-star-secret-agent-astronaut, just a person like you. I can't say I've seen more or I've achieved more. I respect and honour you. BUT I suspect (and I might be wrong (though I'd be surprised)), that you've been disappointed, let-down. You've been to the bitter end and you try to save young souls from wrecking their lives because that's what happened to you. Or at least you think. Don't give up. You, yes YOU can still go to places you haven't dreamt of and you can be a person you'd admire. Just please, give it a second chance. And if it doesn't work out, change something in your plan and go for a third try, a fourth one and so on.If it doesn't work out try to figure out what might be against God. If nothing, your "failure" is not a problem. "Love and do what you will" /St. Augustine/.Just don't give up and don't make others give up. Believe me, this generation has a lot of potential, it just needs a little encouragement.
Aizawa 🤝 Kaminari
getting written out of scenes bc their quirk is too useful
This is a magnificent autumn day and everyone in the city took their bikes or boats out for a ride, and here I am stuck with a very expensive camera and three bags of decor in the public transport. Not only that would take me ages to get to my studio this way, but then I have to go back home the same way during rush hour, just because my stupid car decided it needed a pamper day.
No more negative thoughts. At least you do what you love.
Yeah right, I am allowed to moan just like everyone else..
The bus ride took about 35 minutes. My little photography studio in Central Amsterdam is home of hundreds of beautiful people' portraits and boudoirs. I was pretty lucky with the rent I negotiated during the pandemic, and with the people's need for something to look forward to. Because I was always the friend unhappy with the photography skills of my friends, I decided to remain forever behind the camera in my little studio.
Because not many businesses were up and running a couple years ago, I used my friends to build up my portfolio and post it on Instagram. Shortly after I started to build a better online presence and reach more and more people. From models to new artists starting their music career, to spicy actors, I was behind a lot of dreams and 'look what you are missing' tupe of albums.
And I am happy.
I finally made it to my studion, earlier than my first booking. I start preparing the decor, luckily it is just a white background for some modeling portfolio. I made myself a coffee and I wait. I started scrolling on TikTok for a good 35 minutes until I realised that my booking is pretty much late. In a friendly attempt to call and see what's up, I don't seem to be able to get through. I left a couple of messages, but none of them are being delivered. Good thing I charged a deposit.
This person booked for 2 hours and a half, what do I do now with this time? I am looking at all of the shots on the walls from my previous clients, I wish someone could do this for me. But I am so particular about the whole process. I am very patience and I guide my models and capture the best lights and shadows. I need someone to do this for me rather than just taking a lousy picture and call it a day.
I have this entire studio for 2 hours, how about I give myself a little .. gift?
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My next booking is now in 30 minutes. I put my clothes back on and rearrange the decor to a weird bleached like background
- client's request.
Joost - 13:30 says in my notepad. Already paid in full online, no number, no email adress. I think nothing of it anymore and go to take my not safe for work pictures from the printer and put them in a folder ready to take them straight home.
- Hello? A man's voice comes from the entrance.
I leave the folder on the printer and reluctantly go to the entrance. People sometimes come inside randomly thinking this is a sexdom, or tourists looking for shaft shaped bongs, and it is a little early for the booking to arrive anyway. In the lobby, however, it is is tall blonde man in a black hoodie and sunglasses, with a clothes cover in one hand and his phone the other.
- You are staring, he says putting his phone in the back pocket.
- Hi there, sorry! I greet him in a customer service voice. I am Agnes. Are you, um, Joost? For the 13:30 booking?
- Yeah. Sorry I am early. I was excited to see
what you can do with the camera. Plus I need
these pictures as soon as possible, so I was hoping that being here early would put me in the good books.
Of course, come in, let me show you where the changing rooms are, I say and start
- walking towards them, gesturing for him to follow me. I still cannot distinguish too many features due to the baggy clothes and face coverups, but his voice is incredibly hot.
- By the looks of it, I will be your first one today, he says ironically.
- I was meant work with this woman this morning, but she won't answer my calls or texts, I say and open the door to the changing room.
- Women, hey. You can never know what
you've done wrong for them to block your number.
I laugh along, and allow him to get into his changing room.
- Take as much time as you need, I will be there whenever you are ready, I say and point towards the area where my camera and background are set up.
He takes his sunglasses off for the first time to see where I was pointing at. That was my chance to look at his face properly. As expected, he was definitely hot. The eyes were piercing blue and the smile looks like it has followed a lot of fuck offs in his life.
- You are staring again. Have you worked with human beings before? He laughs and closes the door to the changing room.
Fucking damn it. You have seen hundreds of different people and you cannot stop staring to a blonde man with blue eyes. Get a life, you are creepy.
After 10-15 minutes, Joost return into the studion into a completely different outfit, and looks like his mood changed as well. As if he now transformed into a character. He is wearing this black jeans - white shirt combo, with the sleeves cuffed to see his tattoos, a dorky pair of glasses and a big blue tie with the inscription EUROPAPA on it.
I am looking at his arms tattoos and all of them are telling a completely different story. But the knuckles tattoo looks somehow familiar.
- You look great! Loving the fit you have here. I give my encouragement speech. What is the story behind these pictures? Are you looking to be a president and you need pictures to back up your campaign? I laugh a little pointing at the tie.
-Very funny, Agnes. You are definitely the first one to say that. Tell me more, let's have a laugh, Joost says while sitting on the high chair in front of the decor background. He looks straight into my eyes, and I am not going to lie, it looks intimidating.
- Sorry, just making a joke. But really, what is your story? Why do you need this photoshoot for? I angle the camera accordingly.
- I am going to make my parents proud, he answered looking at me over the camera.
- Okay Joost, let me help you make this happen, I start getting into my job.
He already knew what he wanted. He was posing in the light of his character persona. Very large smile and school-like poses. I am not sure how he was about to make his parents proud, but I am all for it and ready to do this for him.
After a number of shots, I ask him to come and see if he is happy the way the pictures look. At least to have some sort of guidance.
- I like this one personally, I say. And this, and this.. I say skipping through the pictures.
- Of course you do. Look at the nice gentleman in the photo, he replied. I need this one redone. Do you know anything about fixing hair.
- Let me try, I have some products ready here all the time in case this comes up in photoshoots, I say looking through the shelves and drawers. Can I touch you? I always make sure to ask before I do it.
- Asking for consent. Are you always doing that? He looks up from the screen where all the pictures of him were showing.
- With my clients, yes. You never know these days. So.. can I? I smile awkwardly
- Yes, go for it. He instructed and lowered his body so now we are at the same level. So Agnes photographer and hair stylist, what else do you do, like in your free time.
- Well, not too much these days. I do what I love every day and that occupies most of my day. When I get home I don't really do much anymore. How about you, Joost I-would-make-a-list-of-things-you-do-but-I-lit erally-know-nothing-about-you.
- I am a musician. Ex Youtuber, future Eurovision contestant, he answere whilst going back to his sit in front of the camera.
It clicked, blonde and pretty eyes, ex Youtuber and singer now, name is Joost, tattoos on the knuckles. It cannot be.
-Wait, you are Joost Klein? I chuckled.
- I could be. You will never know who is under this mustache and mullet.
- I thought I recognised you from the tattoos. I used to follow your videos on Youtube some years ago. In a sense you still look the same, but very very different.
He did not respond, but took a pose waiting for me to click the camera button. Those were the last pictures he requested. He seemed quite happy with them, which was obviously a good sign.
- I would need these 5 printed before I leave, please. I need to show this to my team for the concept, especially the hairstylist, he laughed.
- I usually sit on the pictures for a couple days to do the relevant touch ups, and then send them via wetransfer to my clients, I point out.
- You can definitely do that, I need these 5 raw shots anyway, if you don't mind.
- Of course, I can have them ready until you finish changing back into your street clothes? I start selecting the relevant pictures to send them to the printer.
He does not say anything, but smile and go back to the changing room. After a couple of minutes I put the freshly printed pictures in a folder on the printer ready for Joost. He does not take too long to get back into his clothes, and comes back through. In hand him his folder and instruct about the timeframe for him to receive the rest of the pictures.
- Before you go, I don't seem to have a contact number or email address for you? For the.. pictures, I clarify.
He smirks and writes it on the random notebook in the reception.
-Call me. For the.. pictures, he mocks me and leaves my studio.
I go back to the studio area to get my things as this was the last booking for the day. I pack my camera and lights and put everything relevant in my backpack. I check the room Joost used to see if he forgot anything but everything seems to be in order. On my way back I see the folder with his 5 pictures on the printer. They don't really need much editing, his poses and face are already pretty much perfect. Maybe some lights here and there there, but I will not have too much work to do.
Hold on.
Where are my pictures?