#camera asks

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

you

MEEE ME MEEEEEEE

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[astracora]

Actually obsessed with the way his eyes do the widen when he's shocked or unsure what to do.

[foldingfittedsheets]

In one misfortunate year I ended up getting into several car accidents. It cemented my general fear and anxiety in cars, because in each case I was either in the car but not driving or driving safely when suddenly something hit me.

One was my ex driving in an unfamiliar city and cutting someone off on accident that resulted in a sideswipe. Another was getting rear ended when I came to a required stop.

The last was when I had a green arrow at an intersection. I turned and was smashed into by someone running a red light, T-boning my little car.

Dazed and in shock I tottered out of the car to behold a crusty older man eating a donut step out of the offending vehicle. A fire truck arrived to block us off from traffic since my car could no longer move under its own power.

“Were you on your way home from work?” The firemen asked me.

I shook my head, struggling to focus on them, “No,” I said vaguely, “I was on my way home from volunteering at the animal shelter.”

In an instant they were closing ranks around me, glaring at the ambivalent donut man who would dare to hit a tiny frail angel who volunteered at the animal shelter. They asked if I needed to get anything out of my car. I did.

“It’s… uh. It’s a little weird though.”

They gestured for me to proceed. I grabbed a bag with snacks and books and filled it with things I couldn’t just leave in my car. Last out I pulled my cutlass.

“Is that a sword?!”

It was. They were instantly like giant puppy dogs, excited and delighted but trying to mind their manners. The bravest said, “Can we…?” I held out the sword. They whooped with delight, unsheathing and marveling at it.

“Why do you have that in your car?”

“I honestly don’t remember, it’s just a fun thing to have at a party now.”

“Is your wrist okay?”

My shock was wearing off and I realized I was cradling my wrist to my chest. “Oh.” I rummaged into my bag and pulled out a wrist brace.

“Wh….why do you already have that?” I was starting to confuse the firemen. I volunteered with cats, had a sword offhand, and kept a wrist brace in my car bag.

“Sometimes I try to hold books in a way that sprains my wrist? So I have this in my car just in case.”

They stared at me. Maybe, like my wife, they assumed it was for masturbation induced injuries. They handed my sword back as the tow truck arrived and thanked me for letting them play with it. They gave donut man one last glare and drove their big truck away.

[peacheskoo]

No capes/actors AU came to me via a dream and I have since been obsessing over it,,

I have so many ideas over it but my fav is currently that the Jasons are brothers because of the quick switch between seasons/robins and how they couldn’t use the same actor for older Jason so they just asked his older brother to be Red Hood Jason, Little Jason is way younger because they were trying to emphasize how small street kid Jason was

Part 1

[ink-the-artist]

house tour :)

bonus art, lossy versions of the first 2 gifs

[plagalkey]

boys trip

[phewgitoid]

smile 4 the camera !

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

📷

my shelf in scotland

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

strawberry horse?

why do i tell you people things

[bixels]

As cameras becomes more normalized (Sarah Bernhardt encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use cameras because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by manufacturing companies. I paint not because I want a painting but because I love the process of painting. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

if i have to explain to you that using a camera to take a picture is not the same as using generative ai to generate an image then you are a fucking moron.

[stump-not-found]

About theseus’ guide: When Ford gets his first wanted poster, does Bill and the gang throw him a surprise party or what?

they absolutely do and he just sits in a chair head in hands the entire time . they stick a party hat on his head . tries to put a drink in his hand but it just falls over

[jesuistrestriste]

i headcannon that art is actually extremely vain under his humble and demure personality. he absolutely lives for compliments, praise, and validation. he shaves or waxes every inch of his body for his partner. he wears fragrances that turn heads and gets drunk on compliments from strangers. he’ll beg for validation on how good he’s doing during sex, even if he’s in a passive position like receiving oral.

this is one of the most deliciously worded asks that i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading, and yes yes yes— i totally agree..

EXTREMELY ego-driven deep down, and in constant need of affirmation.

his praise kink is always activated.

buying the most expensive and sultry/sexy colognes so he can relish in the way people on the streets or in luxury stores actively turn their heads to sniff the air— he always stands a little taller and smirks to himself.

he’ll downplay his tennis skills in front of people he knows will butter him up, masking it as ‘being humble’ (when in reality he just wants fans or journalists or other athletes to tell him how amazing he is for five minutes straight).

and yes, even if he takes a more passive role in the bedroom with his partner, he wants needs to be told how good he’s doing or he can’t seem to find the spark to finish.

raising and dropping his hips while he slides his slick length in and out of your mouth, gasping and moaning while he twitches. the whole while he’s looking down to your eyes and whimpering out a slurry of desperate words.

“am— am i doing g-good? do i taste good for you, baby? mmnn—! fuhhck, tell me how big i am, t-tell— tell me— i’m good, right? oh, yeah, please-“

he knows you can’t exactly say anything, your mouth stuffed full of his salty precome and throbbing flesh, but he so badly needs you to tell him that he’s the best you’ve ever had in bed— that he’s all you ever need, and how you love the way he looks when he gets close.

tell him he’s handsome when you’re riding him.

tell him he’s strong when he’s fingering you.

tell him he’s perfect when he’s cumming; breeding you with a shaky snap of his pelvis and a look on his face that’s dripping with expectation.

he needs it like air.

just, fuck, tell him he’s worth it all.

[jadewritesficshere]

Just thinking about s4 but when Alpha!Eddie grabs Steve to shove the bottle against his neck, he doesn't realize Steve is an omega and accidentally scruffs him. And Steve is just boneless, kinda goes down. And Eddie isn't expecting deadweight and almost falls ontop of Steve but realizes what's happening (let's just say he's fought off a few bullies who scruffed members of his pack). He immediately drops the bottle and holds onto Steve, who tries to scent Eddie. Just shoves his face into Eddie's neck and nuzzles it, lets out a purr unintentionally.

[chloesimaginationthings]

I find the fact that Abby drew the non scooped version of Mike in her art of Him and his siblings... I don't know why that just feels really nice

Yes! In the drawing Abby drew all three as they looked before the events in FNAF, Consider it like the future they all wanted

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

Holmes and Watson / Tristan and Isolde

BBC Radio 4's Sherlock Holmes, The Devil's Foot (radio drama transcript) /// Granada's The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, The Red Circle /// Metafictional Monday: Tristan und Isolde, @teaformrholmes /// Brayton Polka, LIEBESTOD: On Love and Death in Wagner's "Tristan und Isolde", p. 246 /// The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes, Vincent Starrett /// BBC Radio 4's Sherlock Holmes, The Devil's Foot (radio drama transcript)