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[fox-prince]

Al you’re not completely wrong but...

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You’ve been here the most when I was at my worst. I can’t imagine what would have become of me without the impact your existence had on mine. I could have been someone else.

I would have been someone else, someone I would resent. Not because they’d be different but because they’d have given up. I know it’s not their fault but I would have hated them so much if they thought it would be their forever, stuck in that mortifying body and in that island with those noble dogs.

I know I would have lost my way.

[shots-by-yoofi-blog]

Transition to Black & White (part 1)

The coining of the word "photography" is attributed to Sir John Herschel in 1839. It is based on the Greek φῶς (phos), (genitive: phōtós) meaning "light", and γραφή (graphê), meaning "drawing, writing", together meaning "drawing with light". 

Eric Kim said color blinds the eye. If a scene is not very colourful, or doesn’t have interesting colours, it is difficult to make a good photograph. However with black and white there’s less discrimination. No picture is better than the significant other. You spend less time being clever with colour and more time trying to portray a raw emotion. 

"It's up to you what you do with contrasts, light, shapes and lines to emphasize the essence, or what you see as the essence - no colors that will seduce the eye, only emotion that will capture the heart." 

~Joel Tjintjelaar.

For someone like me black & white photography used to be just another easy way for me to process my pictures. Less stress with colour cause there’s no colour. But then as i continued i found that i liked it not because it made work easier but because of the effect it sends out. If you look at any portrait black and white photo, the expressions are very.......what’s the word...... raw. The pictures come out more dramatic because of the feeling a black and white photo can give you. Everything is raw.

[swxrdandshield-blog]

Prompt 18

18:Your muse is a college professor, and mine is their student. They’re falling in love, even though it’s wrong — but your muse’s desk sure is sturdy…

BIOS 4715: Wildness Tracking was the absolute last course Fíli Durinson had any intention of taking in his last semester at Ered Luin University. A senior in business management, he had little business in a biology course, of all things. But lo and behold, to graduate on time, he required one little pesky science course with one pesky little science lab. By the time he realized this, the simple courses had already been filled. GEO 1710: Principles of Geology (“Rocks For Jocks”) was only held on Tuesdays and Thursdays, from 10:30 until 12. A perfect course, if there ever was one, and it had filled up within hours of course registration opening.

BIOS 2300: Evolution wouldn’t have been so bad, Fíli supposed. It was in the afternoon – he preferred to be done with classes before three if he could help it – but the instructor only held class on Mondays and Wednesdays. It would have left his Fridays blissfully free, granting him a glorious three-day weekend every weekend, but it too, was full. The blond might have even taken CHEM 2450 (he had no idea what that course entailed), but it was held at the same time as one of his own required courses.

And that left wilderness tracking.

The young man slunk into the classroom, stifling a yawn as he took his spot towards the back of the room. He began to count the other wretched souls, ripped from their sleep for an 8 AM class. On a Monday morning, no less. No wonder there were only nine other students in here, he counted. No one in their right mind took a class so early in the day, not one that was held three days a week. Held on Fridays. It was practically sacrilege. Didn’t they know they’d have to wake up early for the rest of their miserable lives? College was the only opportunity they’d get to relish in the glory of sleeping in and staying up until the sun rose.

Nerds, Fíli thought bitterly as he nursed his coffee. If he was going to survive this class, he was going to need a stronger brew. Maybe espresso, if—

The door opened again, interrupting the young man’s thoughts. In strolled the professor, snowflakes still clinging to his hood as he pushed the cloak backwards and began to scrawl his name across the chalkboard. “This course—” the man began, a bit laboriously, “—is usually taught by Dr. Pan. Unfortunately, he’s decided to take his sabbatical this semester. Perhaps more unfortunately, he’s requested I teach this class in his stead. I’m Felix. His graduate student.”

Felix was scratched messily in white chalk. The lanky youth continued to write, something that resembled the course name, times, and something else that might have been an email. “I don’t hold office hours,” he continued, crooked smile firmly in place as he wiped his dusty hands off on his tattered jeans. “So don’t ask. If you have questions, and you will – ask them during class. Don’t email me the night before a test, because—”

"—well. I won’t answer."

A toothy grin. “Questions?”

Fíli glanced around the room. No one else seemed at all bothered by the guidelines set out by their new instructor – graduate student. Hell, he hardly seemed older than the lot of seniors gathered together in this ridiculous class. Slumping down, the blond shook his head. Pointless.

Outside his train of thought, Felix had continued on, handing out the pile of syllabi that had been provided by Dr. Pan before the man had left the country. For sabbatical. In case you’d missed that part, earlier. The small packets of paper were handed around the feeble group of students, reaching Fíli last. “Now, I ought to actually walk y’all through this document, ‘less some a’ y’all managed to slip along this far without the ability to actually read,” Felix was continuing, rambling off the university policy on plagiarism. As if anyone needed to plagiarize in bloody wilderness tracking, Fíli thought resentfully.

He flipped a page ahead, briefly scanning over the course assignments and test dates before his eyes landed upon the lab section. Labs were held every other weekend. The blond’s head jerked up, blue eyes widening as he glanced from the page to the front of the classroom, and back to the page. It still read, plain as day, ‘labs will be held every other Saturday, from 8 AM until 3 PM, with four of these trips behind held over an entire weekend’.

"Entire weekend?" Fíli blurted out loud, unable to contain his utter dismay. His head whipped up. "I think there might be a typo on your syllabus. It says the lab work is on the weekend. I’m not sure that’s even legal." A few snickers echoed around the room. The young lady sitting in front of the business major ducked her head with a giggle, glancing over one shoulder. "You’re not actually in the wildlife management, are you?" she whispered, bright eyes twinkling. "Good luck."

Fíli was not given a chance to retort, not once their instructor had swallowed his own raspy laugh. “Now, I know this class is technically an elective, son,” Felix intoned, his southern drawl suddenly, painfully obvious. “But no one outside of the majors actually take it.” He slapped a palm down on the desk, lips turning upwards as the student jumped. “Now y’all don’t look much like the type that likes wilderness so, take some friendly advice, son. Drop out while you can.”

The graduate student straightened himself, offering the senior a nod before he turned about, missing the way the younger blond bristled, fingers tight around his mug. Drop out. Hell, there must have been another science class. Somewhere. At some time. One that didn’t involve sacrificing weekends during his final semester at ELU.

Up front, Felix turned about, holding both his hands out as he nodded towards the small classroom. “Well. Think that concludes syllabus day,” he drawled, the corner of his lip tipping upwards. “Class starts Wednesday. And remember—

—y’all have three weeks to drop out.  After that?  Y’all ‘re mine.”