#close up photograpy

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Cloth

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Rhinestone close up

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Elder flower buds

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Forrest floor. @natureisbautiful

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No, I love Cater and have probably spent to much time analyzing him lol. But yes, when they talk about the Prize pool and why it's so high for the VDC it's explained that the money comes from talent search groups looking to sign on new people. And whether or not it makes sense that they're in charge of it or not (Cater seems to be the only one that takes it seriously, but they do play shows and have an album out). It's said that traditionally the members are pulled from the LMC and Choir group. It's a detail intentionally written. They could have easily said that it had always been a school wide tradition but they didn't. Meaning Vil should never actually been in the VDC at all (Kalim is the only one of the group that would have qualified) This change was made by Crowley because *he* wanted to win (and this is an assumption but I imagine he was trying to stack the deck so to speak with Vil)

And this is essentially Cater’s senior year equivalent, given they leave their clubs/school for internships next year. So it's still a sucky thing to have pulled away from him. And he obviously did want to be a part of the VDC given he did give a perfect audition (By Vil’s description) and was rejected because he was "Passionless" and while I agree everyone including him had to go into it looking to be rejected, the way he was rejected and who was chosen instead of him is very telling. (Though thanks to Rook and Vil’s discussion, Rook says they don't want to pick anyone that would "outshine" Vil, meaning there were candidates that possibly could, and I believe one of them was Cater but that's just a theory)

And I do believe he seeks fame, he does put a lot of energy into Magicam. Whether or not it will make him happy is another thing entirely. Again this is more theorizing,/extrapolating from what we know, but Cater does struggle with being remembered, because how much he moves, and his inability to form close relationships. It's one of the reasons he picked up the guitar in the first place. I think his search for fame is a way to be remembered.

I do agree that he takes photograpy very seriously (he and Rook are shown to talk about it) And he is very uncertain about his future and what he wants to do, there is no doubt about that, but even when he mentions maybe working for a magazine company, that's still not to far from, seeking fame.

And yes he has a very thick skin, but he is hinted at suffering from depression and other issues. Anyway, just a bit more explanation, thank you. I really do enjoy talking about Cater.

I think sometimes about how Cater must feel about the Voice and Dance Competition. Given his club was historically in charge of it, and not only did it get taken away from him. It was given to Vil who is already famous. When the point behind the competition is to find new talent.

Then not only does he give a perfect audition, for something he arguably shouldn't have to audition for, given you know LMC is supposed to be in charge of the event. He gets rejected because his performance was "passionless" by someone he highly respects.

Then Ace and Deuce actually get selected?

It can't be a good feeling, yet he still turns up and smiles and supports them anyway.

And some of ya wonder why I think Cater has self esteem issues.

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From a camping trip in Humbolt

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Weaving

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genre: fluff

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

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You looked out the window, the begginings of spring greeting you freshly. You missed the sun, the blooming flowers on trees and bushes, the butterflies and honeybees flying around, the birds chirping early in the morning.

You missed early mornings in general, when it was already bright outside, when you could get up to go to work without the feeling of coldness and darkness around you.

You missed late night walks when the sun was only setting down, was only yet disappearing the moment you reached home, not leaving you emtpy, never leaving you without the warm, golden rays it painted onto the sky.

And you missed the warmth of your boyfriend in this season. You couldn’t complain about winter, since you and Hyunjin often cuddled up so closely, so tightly, especially at night, to keep each other warm. But sometimes not even that was enough to help, leaving you with cold feet and goosebumps all over your body, with clappering teeth and freezing hands. Spring would change that. This season would, other than the much hotter summer, allow you to cuddle up against Hyunjin comfortably, protecting each other from the cold nights, neither too cold nor too hot in each others embrace, in each others arms. It allowed you to be close to each other without breaking into sweat, allowed you to hold each others hands while walking out without getting tired of it at some point, allowed you to craddle closer to him at a movie night without the urge to pull away after sheer minutes. You knew Hyunjin enjoyed the colder season more, that he found more things to hate and bicker about the warmer it got, but you couldn’t deny, could not ignore how much happier and more content the male got the longer the days started to become.

You suddenly flinched in your seat - the place on the sofa that was always occupied by you, to be more precise - the moment you heard an unfamiliar click, the sound of maybe a camera, and your eyes started looking, searching for the source of it, of what has disturbed your internal peace. Hyunjin’s slight giggle at your puzzled expression from across the room, leaning against the door frame of the living room, gave him away, got your eyes focusing on him and the device in his hands. A device that you’ve never seen before. A device wich soon started to print a picture, only then for you to understand that what Hyunjin held in his hands was nothing else than a polaroid camera. You watched your boyfriend taking out the picture carefully, holding it up by the corners, not daring to touch the part that was black yet. He gave you a quite proud look, the one he always adpated whenever he knew he has taken a good photo of you, his friends or Kkami. The look that, for some reason, made your heart melt, caused butterflies to appear in your stomach.

You never fully figured out what it was, what exactly the reason for those feelings were, but you adored this hobby, photograpy, impossibly much about Hyunjin. You simply loved the way he’d come up to you all excited and giddy, showing you some pictures he’s taken. The way he’d laugh when there was a failed, the way he’d ask you for your opinion on his newest works, the way he’d so often, very randomly pull out the camera to take pictures of his surroundings, so attentive and mindful about every so little detail. Those things made you adore his love for this suddenly picked hobby impossibly much.

Despite that you were often flustered, taken aback by the frequency he’d take pictures of you, though. Of you with his friends, of you with his pup, of you by yourself. When you weren’t even doing anything as well, that was something that irritated you the most. You’d often cook, or read, or brush your teeth and you’d see Hyunjin standing next to you, in front of you, behind you, bringing his eye to the lense and taking your pictures. You did ask him why he did it, why he didn’t ask you to properly get ready, get yourself camera worthy. Why he’d take photos in day to day situations where you often looked tired, exhausted, weird even. His answer confused you, though. Confused you because never in your life has anyone ever said, let alone thougth about you like this.

“Because you’re beautiful, especially like this.”

Those were his words, the words that were implanted in your mind ever since then, that you swore to never forget. You knew he meant it, you knew he was being serious by the way he so casually told you this, as if it wasn’t a big deal, as if you didn’t think about those particular words over and over again only to make sure you remembered them correctly. And ever since then, maybe because of it, you enjoyed having your pictures taken from Hyunjin. Be it when you looked your worst, hair messy, face puffy. Be it when you had just woken up and looked slightly confused, your eyes still half closed. Or be it when you were tired, exhausted, sensitive, emotional. Hyunjin was creating memories with each and every shot he made, with each and every picture he printed out and hung on the walls in your bedroom, right above your bed. Memories that you knew you’d look back to with a smile in a couple of years, that you knew would bring you comfort, happiness.

“Here, look.”

Hyunjin sat down next to you on the sofa, showing you the fully developed polaroid of you reading, expression serious and concentrated, single rays of sunlight illuminating your face. You smiled softly at the picture, appreciating the first photo Hyunjin’s taken with the new camera. You gave him a loving look, taking the gadget out of his hands and bringing it to your eye, closing the other.

“Say cheese.”, you told Hyunjin softly, him instantly posing and giving you the warmest smile you’ve seen on him for a while. You couldn’t help but smile back, giggling at his action. He squinted his eyes shut, holding up a piece sign next to his cheek, the corners of his lips nearly reaching his small ears. You clicked the button to quickly manifest his cuteness, nearly squeaking at his adorable behavior. Hyunjin laughed at himself after the picture started to slide out of the slit, hurrying closer to you to wrap one arm around your shoulder securely. You immediately leaned your head against his chest, waiting for colors to appear on the little paper. You heard his heartbeat, steady and clear, felt his soft breathing against your body. And it felt like your world was okay again, as if every worry, every negativity left you in this exact moment. Because you were close to him.

A comfortable silence filled the room, a silence that none of you neccessarily felt the need to interrupt. You simply held each other, the sun throwing golden shimmers onto the wooden floor of your apartment, painting everything a calming, dark yellow. You smiled softly as you saw the full outcome of the polaroid, happy, satisfied at how good it looked. You heard Hyunjin laugh as well, moments later feeling his lips on the top of your head, feeling his grip around you tightening.

“Y/N?” Hyunjin’s voice was soft, quiet almost, and you hummed to let him know you were listening, to let him know he could continue.

“I love you.”

Your lips contorted into a smile at his words, words that still had the ability to leave you speechless, for whatever reason. You turned to face him, turned to look at the boy you could never grow sick of, the boy that meant the whole world to you. Your lips found their way onto his, connecting them, giving both of you the feeling that this - your lips on his and his on yours - was the way it was always supposed to be, that this was where you belonged to. Seperating again after what felt like hours your eyes were fixated, none of you even blinking, getting lost in each other.

“I love you too, Hyunjin.”

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