The New Street Photographer's ManifestoFebruary 7, 2013/by techgnotic
Street photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson called it the “decisive moment”— the captured instant when all the photograph’s elements come together to tell a story in a way a text narrative of thousands of words could never begin to. It is what hooks people, both practitioners and advocate-devotees, on the art form. It is uniquely completely immersive in life— step out into the streets— in which the moment of artistic epiphany can never be guessed at until it suddenly happens. When it is properly mastered, it is as pure as the dawn of each new day, as true as the living organism of a teeming street scene catching a breath as one.
It's no easy task to pull a book together for publication and "The New Street Pho
Just Sing chap. 2SchitsoManiac: hey people guess who's back!!Just Sing chap. 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ikuto: great, finally...
SchitsoManiac: oh shut up, no one asked you!
Ikuto: *mutters* bitch...
SchitsoManiac: what was that!!?
SchitsoManiac: *still eyeing Ikuto suspiciously* you're lucky I don't beat you with a stick...aaaaaanyhoo, I would like to thank YuuYuukai, Azn-Duckii, MaddiLuvsYou, Mekofox, and sakura28 for the reviews! you guys make me feel so loved, and for that, you all get hugs from Ikuto!!
Ikuto: hey I never agreed to that!!
SchitsoManiac: since when did you get to agree to anything, slave!? now go hug the reviewers!! *picks up Ikuto and throws him at reviewers*
Ikuto: *being attacked by screaming fangirl reviewers*
SchitsoManiac: ehehe, while they're doing that, I'll have to find a substitute disclaimer person...hmmm...AMUUUUU!!
SchitsoManiac: do the disclaimer please
Amu: but I hate doing the disclaimer, and what about Ikuto, isn't he your normal disclaimer person?
SchitsoManiac: -_-' ehehe yeah
Sweet DreamsI knew one thing for sure and that was, I could always count on Gamzee to be there for me. That is actually a lie and I take it back. He’s rarely here for me anymore but that doesn’t mean, I can’t wander back and feel the burning sizzle that old memories bring. Tears prickle at the edges of my eyes. Why isn’t he here for me anymore?Sweet Dreams2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Hey, Karbro you all okay?” Gamzee smiles at me as I wipe tears away from my eyes. How is it possible that he finds me at the moments when I’m most vulnerable? I cry sometimes as hard as that seems. Alright, I cry all the fucking time. I have a hard time with everything I do and my brain just feels like a frazzled mess all the time. I’m sorry about being such a prima donna but maybe it’s all in the making deep within my DNA or some shit like that. Anyway, back to the present.
“Do I look okay, dipshit?
Put my broken pieces back together again*Please note that I don't come up with the whole story by just looking at the lyrics. I also do my research on the lyric meaning.*Put my broken pieces back together again2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sail! This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
Blame it on my A-D-D baby
This is how I show my love. It might be through anger but that’s the way I’ve always been. My world’s crashing around me and it makes me boil to the brim. I have to lead a group of people. Everyone just ended up tearing each other to pieces. Never did I once cry. Never did I once snap. I just went on with my angry charade. It was forced but it still gave everyone the sense that their leader wasn’t deteriorating from the inside out. I was not prepared for my friends to die. No matter what the humans, or Terezi, or anyone for that matter say, I still believe that it was my fault. It hurts to know what people really think of you. They all thought that I didn’t care. They thought that I hated them all. I’m sorry that the way I show c
Ruffles"Dave! I murst show you my ruffles!" Nepeta giggled.Ruffles2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Nepeta, what the fuck are you... OH MY GOD!" The cat girl had pulled up her dress to show all the ruffles and pantaloons under it. "Those are some extreme ruffles." Nepeta giggled and blushed. "Oh Dave, Kanaya made all these ruffles and I thought that they were soooo cool that I just had to show you." Dave got closer to get a better look.
"Nepeta, how can you possibly fit all those ruffles down there?" Dave excalimed.
"Well, Kanaya is grrreat at what she does!"
Karkat and the DiamondsI have a new obsession. She is my new obsession.Karkat and the Diamonds2 years ago in Drama More Like This
My name is Karkat Vantas and I’m obsessed with Marina & The Diamonds.
“For this episode of My Strange Addiction, we bring you Karkat Vantas. His strange addiction is Marina & The Diamonds. This addiction has gotten to such an extreme point that Mr. Vantas wakes up and dresses just like his favorite singer. A serious toned woman’s voice crackled from Rose’s T.V. This intrigued her quite a bit. Karkat addicted to Marina. He might need her therapist help. Back at the T.V., Karkat’s voice sounded.
“I’ve been keeping this secret in the metaphorical closet. My life has changed to late night karaoke belching her songs and closed in days with my shitsponge of a boyfriend.”
“Mr. Vantas once again, please stop using so much profanity. Anyway, what are your boyfriend’s thoughts on this?”
Night Stars and Next Door WindowsNight Stars and Next Door Windows3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dean could tell he wasn't going to like the house. He took one look at it outside and scowled.
There was no space between the home next to their new one, outside his window he could easily trapese over to the other home's roof easily, there was hardly a gap at all. But he took that room over Sam because he didn't want anyone breaking in through the window and ending up in his baby brother's room. He bet he could handle anyone breaking into the house if the scenario did happen.
He was glad he took that room, because it meant Sam had the room on the opposite side of the house and away from the noisy neighbors next door. It sounded like the small, almost identical house to theirs was packed to the brim with people with how loud it could get there. He was 16, and knew that while he probably wasn't going very far in life, Sam still had a chance, and the less distracted and kept up the kid was, the better. It didn't help that he had to keep his window open most of the time, it being summer a
Omen of the TimesThere were demons everywhere. There were always demons everywhere but this time they weren't spread out all over the globe, there were ten of them roaming the halls of the abandoned four story house. Meg had dragged Cas down into the basement and then into a closet that had been empty to everyone but the spiders for the last decade. She sat beside him, holding his hand in hers and shushing him every time she thought he would make a noise. He was fine with this. His electric blue eyes would travel around the tiny room, following the venomous arachnids as they rebuilt their webs.Omen of the Times3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Those damn Winchesters' Meg thought to herself. She didn't know how, but she knew that it was their fault that the demons had found the place. They should have been there but they were out on one of their precious hunts. Now they had a pacifist angel and a renegade demon hiding in a closet.
Meg knew what she had to do. She didn't like it, but there was nothing else. She couldn't just sit there and ho
The Cat"Katniss! Katniss!" Prim beckons for me as she makes a mad dash through the door. I turn my head around to see if it's an emergency or urgency. For Prim, an emergency is when we run out of something, she gets hurt, or she has a problem she needs to vent out. If it's an urgency, she usually has something to show me that she thinks is 'interesting'. Right now, it's urgent, or so she thinks it is. "What is it?" I look up from the boring book about coal we're supposed to read for homework. "Look!" Prim has a smile on her face, lifting something in between her hands. I look unsurely at the thing clasped between her hands.The Cat3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Remember when you said, you know, you didn't want another mouth to feed?" Prim says with a hint of hope in her voice, and I can tell that she wants something. The mewing little monster between Prim's hands is crawling with flees, and I think it has worms in its belly. I'm not sure. It has a muddy yellow coat and has a big, smashed nose. It sniffles and sneezes, spreading
Welcome Princes of HellIt had been a long time since he'd been in Hell and it was not something that he had ever planned on doing again. Rescuing that human, that weak pathetic Winchester boy, was the only time he had ever wished to be there.Welcome Princes of Hell3 years ago in Horror More Like This
With a demonic hand on each shoulder, they dragged Castiel down the hallway, his overcoat, suit, and skin all melting into one another and combusting in the intense heat. He couldn't keep from screaming as he was now tied to his vessel and everything that Jimmy could feel, he could feel as well.
The corridor was on fire and there were sharp metal spikes, like rusted over fishing hooks stemming from the floor and they would catch and rip at his legs as they were dragged over them, rendering them useless, just as the angel had been by his quickly fading grace.
It wasn't the torture that scared him, or the heat, or the information they would try to get out of him that scared him the most. He knew what they would ask and he had no answers for them. He had been ou
I thought about you looking at the summer skyDean...I thought about you looking at the summer sky3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I left the Kingdom of Heaven
and fought for many years in the darkness of Hell -
God only knows what that cost to us beings of light -
to bring your carved soul back
from the deepest perdition.
I learned doubt, lie and pain.
Because of you
I learned hope, freedom and love.
I would fall beyond salvation,
deserted by my kin and my grace,
just to stay by your side.
I saved you from spirits and monsters.
I saved you from demons and archangels.
I saved you from the Devil, Death and Fate themselves.
I, an angel of the Lord,
even lost my faith in Him
trying to save you.
I obeyed at every single thing you demanded me.
I stole, I erased memories, and I flew through time and space.
I got myself tortured when I tried to warn you.
I rebelled when you asked me to.
Lost and broken,
I crawled powerless,
to reach and save you again.
So much time, I killed for you.
I healed you and your friends
each time I could,
silently suffering beneath your condemning eyes
the few times I couldn't.
Say My Name**Say My Name3 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Say my name and every color illuminates. We are shining and we will never be afraid again.' - Spectrum by Florence + The Machine
"Hermione, are you crazy?" Ron asked, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"No, Ronald, I am not!" she said, pulling away from him. "You believe me, right, Ginny?" Hermione asked, turning to the younger girl.
Ginny looked from Hermione to Ron and back to Hermione. "Uhmm I suppose we will just have to find out," Ginny answered, shrugging.
Ron groaned and threw his hands in the air. "But, Hermione, its Malfoy!"
"I know. I've been dating him for six months now! Can't you just get over it?"
"She has a point, mate," Harry said, joining the conversation. "The rest of us have. I think it's time you do too."
Ron huffed. "What's so special about him, Hermione?"
"Well," she started, "He's funny, sweet, caring"
"Not to mention gorgeous!" Ginny added.
"Well yeah, that too. He makes me feel special, Ron. He loves all my quirks and everything about me. I
Say YesSmoke. That's all he could see. That's all he could smell. Fire exploded around him, and he felt his heart drum so hard in his chest, he was sure it would burst. Bombs fell from the sky, screams and shouts echoed through the air.Say Yes3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Sergeant!" he heard a voice screech nearby, freezing him from his running. "Sergeant Muck! H-help me! I-I need a medic-" Another sudden wave of bombs cascaded upon them, and Warren dove to the snow packed earth. He quickly started army crawling, ignoring the stinging burns across his back. He finally reached the helpless victim; leaning over the boy's bleeding body. Warren stared down at the kid.
"He's just a young private," he murmured despairingly at the unconscious body before him. He reached out, pressing two careful fingers to the pulse point, and breathed out in relief as a heartbeat pumped underneath the skin. Warren Muck lifted his gaze, searching through the fire in hopes of his fellow comrades. "Medic!" he shouted. "I need a medic over here!"
Baker Baker - Chapter 1Baker Baker - Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
baking a cake
make me a day, make me whole again
and i wonder, what's in a day?
what's in your cake this time?
My eyes would have widened in disbelief had I not seen this coming from a mile away. Sollux and his new girl were holding hands as his lips moved, the words mutilated by his speech impediment as he told me what I'd been expecting him to tell me for the past month. The usual "it's not you, it's me" bullshit that no one ever believes.
"Are you done talking?" I said, interrupting in a voice so emotionless it almost scared me.
"Karkat, I'm - "
"Because if you are, I need to go pack my shit."
His eyes, those two-colored eyes that had first attracted me all those months ago, averted from mine, but not before I saw the guilt deep within them.
And it almost surprised me how little I cared.
I glared at the lit sign through the clouds of breath that exited my nostrils. Perfect, I thought as I read the lettering. A place to get warm and maybe get somethi
Quiet Desperation*SPOILER* Don't read if you haven't watched Supernatural Season 2 Ep 21 and 22. Seriously.Quiet Desperation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Recommended Listening: 'Death Waltz' and 'The Shallows' by Adam Hurst.
Enjoy the story!
I remember how happy I was to see Sam walking on that street in Cold Oak, so fucking happy that he was alive and not too badly injured. I remember calling his name because I had to be sure it really was him, that it wasn't simply a figment of my imagination. I remember him yelling my name and my heart nearly bursting out of my chest with joy; he was alive, he was alive and well and everything was okay. Except it wasn't.
I remember that one guy, tall and dark skinned and strong. I remember how he snuck up on my little brother and stabbed him. He stabbed Sammy right through the back and severed his spinal cord and punctured a hell of a lot more. I remember running to him as his body collapsed in on itself and he
Shadows of a Lost Mind, Chapter 1Chapter OneShadows of a Lost Mind, Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Azzanadra hated pyramids.
Of course, that was generally common knowledge these days, considering there were very few people that didn't know about his four thousand year nap inside the Jaldraocht Pyramid. Everyone knew. Might as well just have Ali the Leaflet Dropper start handing out leaflets about it. Then the few people who actually didn't know would be informed.
He didn't really know why he was here, standing in front of the stupid, four-sided lump of stone that had held him captive for so long. All it was really doing was bringing up bad memories that he'd rather just keep repressed. But here he was. Why?
Well, the truth was really rather odd. He'd come not because he felt like being depressed and angry, or because he liked looking at the dumb thing because he thought it was nice, or even because he'd fancied a stroll in the desert No, he'd come because he'd felt a call. Or something. He didn't really know what to call it. It was there, though, lurk
Jason's StoryJuly 12, 2012Jason's Story2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I’m not sure how this sort of thing works but here goes nothing. This whole diary to me is a little silly but I decided to try it anyway. I thought that maybe I could get a little emotion out and feel a little safer in my own skin. I’ve been having troubling thoughts lately and I’ve been feeling extremely paranoid. There are these voices that scream and yell at me but others are so kind and almost in a way comforting. I don’t know how to feel about it all! Who should I tell? Who should I trust? Some people are going to just turn on me and tell the whole world about it. Oh Dear Diary, what am I to do?
Sincerely, the worrisome Jason
July 20, 2012
Dear ever listening Diary,
I haven’t written in you for a couple of days now. I have to say that I feel a bit guilty. It has been 8 days since I’ve written in you. Everything has been getting worse. Voices are always around me. It feels like a suffocating cloud that looms over me all
Swing Bones and Motorbikes Ch2Swing Bones and Motorbikes Ch23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: The Wild Bunch Heist
The scales lining her flapper dress winked in the dim light as she sauntered down the corridor. The narrow space was murky with cigar smoke and the smell of whisky. At the end of the hallway a door waited lit by a single yellow globe. The plumes swirling through the air filtered its shine into a sepia glow and she came to a stop beneath it. From her glittering bag she retrieved a pocket watch. The black hands where pointed like spears reading 12:02. She snapped it closed and wrapped on the door three times. It swung in, pulled by a hefty doorman who eyed her before moving out of her way.
Inside lay a small windowless room stacked with boxes on both sides. In the centre of the space was a table surrounded by men hunched over cards and crystal glasses of liquor. They where dressed in sharp dark suits some pinstriped, some plain, some blue, some black. Muffled jazz was winding its way around the room from a few floors up. She stepped inside and the door was
Strange Mad SandwichesI've got to finish this. At least I've got to get as much done as possible before I have to stop, but...shit, if I stop, that could ruin it. I've got to finish this.Strange Mad Sandwiches2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Demyx tapped his pencil against his cheek, reading over the last page of his work in progress one more time before closing his eyes and playing it over in his head, trying to find the flow. It had seemed so brilliant, it had sounded so brilliant, when it first popped into his mind, but being beautiful in his mind wasn't enough; it had to get down on paper somehow, and then, if he was lucky, played and recorded, because what was the point if he couldn't find a way to let it out? Music was made to be shared, and enjoyed, because thinking up a beautiful piece and never letting it out of your head was...it was worse than painting a beautiful picture and keeping it in a dark closet somewhere, it was like having the inspiration for it but then never painting it. It was like thinking up a delic
Weakness[One-Shot]It was a nice day to be out on a walk. No, scratch that, it was a beautiful day to be on a walk. The Heart Pirates had docked just last night on a spring island that was currently going through it's summer cycle. The sky was clear with only a few whispy clouds about. The breeze was mild at best, giving relief from the sun beating down on the island. Shoppers shopped, workers worked, children played, all was as it should be.Weakness[One-Shot]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There wasn't even a marine presence on the island. Law quite liked that. It was rare for them to have a peaceful respite like this. As far as he could see, there wasn't any malicious or hostile air about the island. He'd given his crew permission to do what they wanted if they didn't cause trouble, and decided to go on a mild walk himself. So he'd convinced- read: bullied- his first mate, Bepo, into going with him to the nearby park.
Thus, where the two of them were now. The happy shrieks and squeals of kids having fun would bother most normal pirates. But Trafalgar
I Made a New OneThis was a total one-shot, so please don't ask me to continue it. Basically, it was the brainchild of a hyperactive brainstorm session between ~InvaderNeek and I after the premier of Let's Kill Hitler. (We get idea-crazy after new Who. XD) In a nutshell, it's... my view of the Master meeting River for the first time. ...So here you go. XDI Made a New One3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"About time you introduced me to your little friend."
Professor River Song ran her eyes up and down the stranger as he did essentially the same to her. The Doctor stood a few feet away, holding his hands up and occasionally beginning to gesture in protest, then stopping himself each time. What could he say? They would have to have met eventually...
"Little friend?" The Master repeated with a raised eyebrow. "What exactly have you said about me, Doctor?"
"Oh, he hasn't said much," River answered before the Doctor could.