#sepiafilter

[bartoonist]

BAR’s PS5 Screenshots 10-8-2023: these are my recent Top 10 Game Pics I took yesterday of the game I just started playing yesterday, it has been 10 whole years since I played an actual Last of Us game on my PS3 around that very year I graduated High School, and now after 3 years since the Last of Us Part 2 came out, I finally have it, my Mom and I ordered this game on Amazon and it arrived in our house a month ago, so I was busy trying to finish playing the game story of Oddworld Soulstorm, and then I got busy playing a couple of new Switch Games too, and I’ve finally made time to play through where I left off with the PlayStation Continuity of the Last of Us 10 years ago, yeah I’m aware the PS5 Remake of the 1st Last of Us game came out a year ago on September 2nd 2022, and HBO’s the Last of Us TV Show came out 4 months on January 2023 after the Remake itself of course, and I’m back to watching where I left off with HBO’s Last of Us tv show on Max, so after I’ve finished watching season one of the TV Adaptation and playing through the game story of the Game Sequel too, maybe I’ll consider buying the PS5 Remake after all, just to replay that PS3 Classic for old time sake of course, I added some sepia filters to some of my favorite in game cutscenes and gameplay moments, as well as taking that 8th picture with an Easter Egg cameo of a PS3 Console, Uncharted 1 & 2, and the Jak & Daxter HD Collection I know I used to play on that console too, man I still wish that Naughty Dog or any other PlayStation Publisher owned Game Developer would bring back the Jak & Daxter franchise in general, whether it be a long anticipated sequel or a Made from Scratch Remastered Compilation of the classic PS2 Trilogy itself one of these days, I tell ya' folks what, I wanted to make both the sepia filtered & non filtered cutscenes as well as the gameplay composition pics of Joel’s horseback riding and Ellie walking with two peeps look like comic panel compositions paying tribute to the Mirage Ninja Turtles Comics and Tintin Comics just for fun too of course, and I hope you folks like these in game pictures I captured this year I tell ya' folks what.

[shakespearerants]

Manchmal findet man eine tolle Serie des öffentlich rechtlichen Fernsehens. Und die ersten Staffeln sind richtig richtig gut, mit komplexen Charakteren, tollen Storylines, guter Schauspielerei und tollen Beziehungen zwischen den Charakteren. Und dann gab es zur letzten Staffel offensichtlich einen Regiewechsel und der neue Regisseur hält sehr sehr viel von nicht-linearer Erzählstruktur und bewussten Lacunae im Skript und hat nur leider überhaupt kein Gefühl für beides. Und obendrein gab es einen Setwechsel (weg von liebevoll eingerichteter Wohnung hin zu Ikea Schauraum/Billighotel an Bahnhof) und alles ist mit nem fetten Sepiafilter überlegt.

[deftos]

you are like a drug

[admiralgiggles]

The Deserted Village, Watching Reservation

[sonofdorn-vii]

Sir Ferrus ‘The Iron Man’ Manus sat hunched low over his drawing board. The room was dim, the early morning light not yet reaching the ceiling-high windows of his chambers. A small electric lamp with a shade worked in different shades of amber glass illuminated his efforts, freehand drawings for a new gearing system. His curious clockwork hands ticked and whirred quietly as he worked, the dexterity in his iron fingers belying their manufactured nature. How he came by his marvellous hands, whether by design or necessity, was a mystery as much to him as to any other soul curious enough to ask about them.

He sat perched on a high stool of plain black iron, stripped to the waist; the braces for his woollen breeches dangling around his hips. The skin of his remarkably strong body was pale, like fresh marble, with veins like dark silver running beneath. The muscles of his back and shoulders were defined clearly, his impressive hairless physique maintained through manual labour, but gifted to him by breeding.

He brushed a lock of black hair back over his left ear and looked back over his shoulder, almost shyly. The room was a well-appointed bedroom, high on the mezzanine level of his factory. The outside windows looked east across the river; the curved inner windows looked out over the factory floor, his domain.  Plush velvet drapes were drawn for privacy, making the room appear like any well-to-do Gentleman’s sleeping chamber. A pair of brandy balloons next to the decanter on the nightstand, clothes left carelessly on the rug by the fireplace. The memory of breathless passion and unequalled intimacy.

A large four-poster bed of dark stained mahogany took up much of the far wall. The sheets, black Chinese silk, were rumpled around the most perfect being he had ever seen. His friend, lover, brother, whatever you wanted to call it lay on the bed, deeply asleep and breathing softly. Ferrus loved seeing him this way, as only he was allowed. No pomp and ceremony, no dazzling smiles and calculating looks with his astonishing violet eyes. Just him, the Viscount Fulgrim.

His face, so beloved of Society photographers and artists was guileless and innocent in sleep, like that of a young boy. His skin, pale like Ferrus’ own, had a singular luminosity even now in the lamp light. Silver hair, matching perfectly shaped eyebrows, tousled and unkempt across the silk pillows. The eyes, those impossible eyes, closed blocking out the world. The skin around them a shade darker, edging toward purple. His cheekbones, sharp and defined, any woman would kill for.

Fulgrim’s full lips parted slightly, a small frown creasing his brow as he dreamed dreams in vivid technicolour. Ferrus allowed his gaze to linger on his lover’s body, his abdominal muscles taught and perfect, like the rest of him. Ferrus felt his heart beat faster as his eyes found the black silk sheet barely covering his lover’s manhood. Knowing what was beneath; its utter perfection, the need he felt for Fulgrim growled in the pit of his stomach.

He smiled and turned back to his work. He always felt inspired after a night with the Viscount, truly inspired in a way he’d never felt before. Of course, his machines and devices were famous across the Kingdom before they’d met, but Fulgrim had a way of pulling more from him, more than he’d ever felt possible. His designs since had transcended science; gone beyond engineering.

They had become art.

The Viscount Fulgrim was his Muse, he realised suddenly. Ferrus longed for his gaze, a smile, a light touch on the arm. The unparalleled ecstasy of their bodies entwined.  He craved it like other men needed water. To be seen by Fulgrim, truly SEEN was like feeling the sun on your face for the first time.

The perfection of Fulgrim was legendary, like his reputation as a decadent Society fop. But nobody knew the real him. The Big Show, the gorgeous clothes, the scandalous behaviour, the illicit substances. It was all an act, Ferrus knew now. The REAL Fulgrim was asleep in his bed, exhausted by his own manufactured persona. He was safe here and, Ferrus vowed silently, he always would be.

Ferrus would never judge him, never mock, never ridicule. Never get drunk and leave the party with some society sweetheart. As Fulgrim, sharp of mind and sharper of tongue, would likewise never make Ferrus feel inferior for his own failings. Shy, withdrawn, quiet. The very opposite of Fulgrim’s reputation, Ferrus had learned at an early age that trust was a difficult thing to come by. Bullied mercilessly at boarding school for his hands, his size, his intellect, his name. Children are the cruellest of tormentors and will turn your worst fears against you; Gorgon they called him. Ugly, unloved, unlovable. His quietude and sensitivity immediately targeted as clear evidence of his homosexuality, before the other boys really understood what that meant.

Well, it turns out they were right about that, Ferrus thought, reaching for his pocketknife and sharpening his pencils again. For the first time in his life, Ferrus felt a contentment he’d never known. The secrecy of their relationship was a small price to pay for what he got in return. Those in Society would never understand, but Ferrus didn’t care. He wanted neither their permission nor their acceptance. He had his beautiful Phoenix and needed nothing else.

[cultwomann]

Photograph by Man Ray - African Mask (1926)

[s0larize]

[misanthromori]

Title Screen.

[admiralgiggles]

A Murder of Crows

*I used a sepia filter to add a little drama to try and salvage a less than stellar photo. The heat got the best of me today so I was only interested in completing my errands as quickly as possible and I wasn’t prepared with the proper equipment.

Excuses, excuses. 😩

[chaoticwomanlove]

Follow the light...

[nani-laninfa]

la verdad que bonito que aprendí a amarme

[photographybymarcus]

This week's Round up of International awards.

[missunstar]

ig: goldrosecrown

[somecreepyregularguy]

[monzack]

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