#beau003.

[ziggyturner]

who: @beauclary

where: atrium

when: april 1st, birthday party

"alright mr. clary, i'm going to need you to pick your prop." ziggy motioned to the prop table while they assessed the polaroid camera set out at the photo station. it had, admittedly, been awhile since they held any camera despite having brought theirs on the post apocalyptic journey with them to the wexley. after a month the battery on the digital one had died and by then most the electricity had gone out in the city so there had been no real way to charge it. ziggy didn't feel like photo documenting that horror story so in the bag they had sat. it was strange to think there was a time not more than a year prior that it was rare to see them without a camera and yet it felt like it had been ages since they'd taken any kind of photograph.

they snapped out of their head ( they aren't sure how long they'd been staring at the camera but hopefully not long enough to look like a complete freak ) when they heard the soft clearing of their partner's throat. "let's see if i still remember how one of these work, yeah?" ziggy crouched down, angeling the camera and peering through the lens to get the right shot ( they only got one go of it with those, didn't they? and ziggy definitely wanted theirs to be with beau ). "alright, babe, think vogue not football and strike a pose"

[loladebelgique]

     “   don’t look now,   but it seems we’re in the same group as your best friend.   ”      éloïse wasn’t even sure if she should call him that anymore.   her eyes stray from beau for a moment,   glancing at far way’s away,   arms crossed.     “   promise you won’t make this act 2 of whatever is going on between you two.   ”

&     @beaudebelgique​     .

[savannah-wilkinson]

Savannah had been pacing the castle the entire morning waiting for the announcement that her parents had arrived. While other students seemed nervous about their families coming to visit, she was absolutely thrilled. She had missed her parents so much and she had been worried about them being in danger back home. To see them safe, and here in person was the only gift she wanted for Christmas. As soon as the announcement was made that family members had arrived, she raced through the castle- not running of course, that was against the rules- moving as swiftly as she could to the Great Hall with the other students who were actually eager to see their families. 

She searched the crowd of excited faces for the ones dearest to her. Savannah could spot her mama’s curls from a mile away, so it was no surprise she spotted Ruby first. This time, Savannah did run, shoving her way through the crowded room toward her mother. “Mama!” She cried, her accent thick on the word as she threw her arms around her mom and squeezed her tightly. The familiar comfort of her mother’s arms, the way she smelled like home, and the fact that she was safe brought tears to Savannah’s eyes. “I missed you so much!” She took a moment to savor the peace she felt being reunited with her mother before pulling away slightly. “Where’s daddy?” 

@rubywilkinson | @sawyerwilkinson | @beauwilkinson

[honeycndwildfire-arc]

b. lionett·:

@honeycndwildfire· ~ [ text ] Ever realize that humans cut down birdhouses to make birdhouses?

{ txt to cupcakechaosqueen }~      what the fuck?! { txt to cupcakechaosqueen }~      no? { txt to cupcakechaosqueen }~      i mean yeah we do But- { txt to cupcakechaosqueen }~      … you know i think i don’t like this very much. then again makes sense with our fucked world { txt to cupcakechaosqueen }~      any particular reason you are having thoughts that could spark a crisis? or a thought that you had? everything good jessie? 

  [  text   ||  🌈 beaubeaubabeau ]   the shit!!   [  text   ||  🌈 beaubeaubabeau ]   i don’t   [  text   ||  🌈 beaubeaubabeau ]   i wish i never knew this   [  text   ||  🌈 beaubeaubabeau ]   this is CURSED KNOWLEDGE BEAU   [  text   ||  🌈 beaubeaubabeau ]   THIS IS HORRIBLE   [  text   ||  🌈 beaubeaubabeau ]   i’ve been watching youtube all night. I don’t know what i’ve done to my algorithm.   [  text   ||  🌈 beaubeaubabeau ]   i started with a croissant cooking video and now i’m watching birds kill things in a… documentary???? thing.

[ziggyturner]

now if anyone was ever wondering why ziggy called beau sunlight, they need only witness the interaction taking in real time in front of them. the smile he pulled out of them was unmatched by any other prior to his theft of their heart. "what if i don't know how to ride a bike." which was an obvious lie, that had been their primary mode of transportation through the city and anyone who knew them knew that. ziggy laughed as he posed and moved towards him again. "don't know about gorgeous or artiste, but you are certainly stunning," he'd always been far too handsome for words, getting to know him only proved to make him even more beautiful. ziggy waited for the right pause and snapped the photo. they straightened up and pulled the still developing polaroid out and set it on the table.

"c'mere hot stuff," they said, grin still in place they tugged him over by the ends of the boa. "those are ridiculous but you pull them off so well," they teased and pushed the glasses up, leaving it up to him to take off if he wanted. truth be told, they just couldn't wait any longer to lean in for a kiss, fully intending to snap the next polaroid mid-kiss. that's all that place needed documented evidence of, besides he was the photographer he wasn't supposed to be in the portrait. but the button didn't click, which caused him to pull away. "what the— oh, duh." it needed to be wound again. "vintage photography ruined my surprise candid." they jutted out their lip in a faux pout.

there's a playful grin tugging at his lips as ziggy addresses him, the words vaguely reminiscent of their first meetings ― extravagant photo shoots in skyrise studios, racks of clothes far more expensive than his sweats and trainers, and camera equipment that would cost him a whole paycheck and then some. ( and his salary was nothing to be sneezed at! ) he turns to sift through the table of props, passing up inflatable instruments and paper mustaches on sticks. his gaze lands on a comically-oversized pair of gold-and-pink plastic, heart-shaped glasses ― he's got heart eyes for one photographer, after all ― and a traditional party hat, and he quickly affixes the paper cone to his head and slides the glasses on to complete the look.

he swivels on his heels, expecting some sort of reaction as he turns to face ziggy once more, but they seem almost ... caught up in something. it's no surprise ― goodness, but they've been in their head so much lately, not that beau could blame them ― and beau wants to ask what he's thinking about. he knows better, though. it's enough that ziggy's been coaxed out of their shell enough to come down to the party, and beau has every intention of keeping it fun. snatching a shimmering boa from where it's draped across the edge of the table, he tosses it over his shoulders with a flourish before clearing his throat. ❝ 'scuse me, mr. photographer, but i'm ready for my close-up, ❞ he teases, and then adds for good measure, ❝ oh, don't act like that thing ain't just an extension of your hands at this point, sugar. it's like ridin' a bike. ❞ the direction is all he needs to refocus his attention and his expression turns serious ( faux-serious ) as he whips one end of the boa over his neck and strikes a dramatic pose, almost reminiscent of the photoshoot he did for his interview with OUT. he shimmies a little closer to ziggy, still grinning. ❝ how is this, oh gorgeous artiste? ❞