#david scherer

[lascitasdelashoras]

Kees Scherer -Florence

[yujeong]

The Score of 4 Minutes - Episode 6

What a rollercoaster of an episode! I'm so happy with it. Now it's time to find the score once again, although I have the feeling there weren't many tracks, but we'll see. (Posts about Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4 and Episode 5) Here we go: - Bulletin World by Out To The World: The music of the news broadcast before the lady starts sharing Manee's story - Entering Multiverse by Christian Andersen: When Den was talking to Tyme about his research - Green Light Forest by Zm Taiwan: When Tyme talks with Nut - The Throne Is Mine by Ruiqi Zhao: When Great "bumps" onto Tyme at the hospital - Tepid Wind by V.V. Campos: When Tyme and Great talk at the bar - Hollow by Wendel Scherer: When Tyme researches Great's room - Enter the Facility by Eden Avery: When Tyme enter Great (heh) - Hourglass by Michael Rothery: When Tyme posts the sex tape - Sly Fox by Jon Björk: When Tyme and Great go to eat - Under the Microscope by Josef Falkensköld: When they eat the spicy food - Foxear by Franz Gordon: When Tyme and Great talk in the middle of the road - The Final Cut by Hampus Naeselius: When Great pulls Tyme's mask down and realizes it's him who attacked Korn - A Song of Lament by David Celeste: When Great's mum begs him to apologize to his dad

[sappho-ilmarinen]

I can't explain why but the Mucsi Zoltán - Scherer Péter duo radiates the exact same energy as Micheal Sheen and David Tennant but in a weird fucked up eastern european way.

[gadgetsforusesblog]

The Bank of Canada's Macklem says inflation is falling despite April's gains

©Reuters. Bank of Canada Governor Tiff Macklem attends a press conference following the announcement of an interest rate decision in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada on April 12, 2023. REUTERS/Blair Gable By Steve Scherer and David Ljunggren OTTAWA (Reuters) – Bank of Canada Governor Tiff Macklem suggested April’s rise in inflation – the first in 10 months – was an anomaly and said consumer prices would…

[sesiondemadrugada]

Les garçons sauvages (Bertrand Mandico, 2017).

[anhed-nia]

10/16/2018: THANATOMORPHOSE

I don’t think I’ve ever done this before, but I really have to write my 10/17 review before my 10/16 review, because if I don’t get this fucking movie off my plate immediately, I’m going to hurt myself or someone else.

[EDIT: It really was my 10/16 movie. I just hate this movie so much that I forgot what day it was, and I’m going to leave this mistake here in service of that commentary.]

If this big stupid pretentious pussy poster doesn’t give you pause, well, then maybe you will actually enjoy an entire movie that does nothing but connect the very obvious dots between the reality of being a boring loser, and the fantasy of being a living corpse. In Éric Falardeau’s feature debut, which absolutely should have been a short like the rest of his production, Suicide Girl-ish model Kayden Rose plays a failed sculptress with shitty friends and a shitty boyfriend and a shitty lover and a shitty life who just rolls around in her shitty apartment all day until she literally becomes a human bedsore. Virtually nothing else transpires in the movie: She rots, she vomits up maggots and/or semen, she masturbates compulsively (which doesn’t seem like a fun thing to do when you can feel your soft tissue deteriorating, but what the fuck do I know?). That’s the movie.

Amazingly, even though the film is so totally inert, it still manages to build up a massive rap sheet of unforgivable crimes. The very premise is a big problem: its central metaphor (which is almost not even a metaphor), equating wasting your life, with physically wasting away. I mean...who cares, right? This is actually the very question that Kayden Rose answers out loud, repeatedly--“Nobody cares”--and the problem is that you don’t find yourself wishing somebody would begin to care for her. Depression and hopelessness are the veritable bread and butter of horror, things very worth artistic exploration, but it’s hard to feel compelled when the central character is nothing but a body: a mostly nude mannequin whose tits or ass or crotch are often right in the middle of the frame, and whose acting and diction are so atrocious that it’s pretty clear the director only sees her as a hot body, or a body on which he can hang a lot of special effects.

Which brings me to my second charge, that THANATOMORPHOSE seems to want to deliver some sort of message about misogyny, and is absolutely incapable of doing so. Body horror is a really great playing field for exploring female experience. Women experience both the inside and outside of our bodies as a matter of course, whether we like it or not, in ways that are can often be involuntary, distressing, painful, or all three at once. Even a lot of  male-oriented body horror is aimed at men’s fears of female experience--see: the equal opportunity forced pregnancy of the ALIEN franchise, or James Woods’ abdominal vagina in VIDEODROME. The thing is (and I shouldn’t have to say this), it only works when there’s a richer narrative that assigns meaning to these experiences, or at the very least, a character with more than one dimension. Kayden Rose gets beat up by her boyfriend, her side piece isn’t that much nicer to her, and her friends are happy to point out that she’s covered in bruises without making any helpful suggestions. She responds to all this with a vague, gestural self-pity that makes her transformation into a zombie feel like a foregone, and not very interesting, conclusion. “Blowjobs are gross and periods are gross,” Falardeau seems to say, without realizing that these juvenile observations don’t bring any psychological depth to the empty displays of misogyny in his movie.

And look, I’m not much of a theater person. I don’t need heavy duty character studies or dense, twisty narratives to justify a movie’s existence. I’m perfectly satisfied with imagery and air quality. Unfortunately, THANATOMORPHOSE’s willful commitment to showing absolutely nothing happening for intolerable stretches of time is not supported by any kind of aesthetic interest. Maybe Falardeau thinks this is supposed to be a hard gore version of JEANNE DIELMAN, 23 QUAI DU COMMERCE, but he’s got a lot to learn about tension, atmosphere, and even just photography, before he gets there.

Really the only thing THANATOMORPHOSE has to offer is, like its obvious (and vastly superior) ancestor NEKROMANTIC, some pretty excellent special effects. This is all thanks to David Scherer, an accomplished and prolific makeup and effects artist who no one would be surprised to hear has worked with the likes of Gaspar Noe, and Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani. It’s hard to estimate how many hours of Scherer’s work must have gone into this otherwise hollow film, so that at least Kayden Rose’s rotting corpse looks great. I’m forced to admit that, due only to this artistry, I was strangely compelled by the very, very end of the movie. We--by which I generally mean, “the West”--have a highly dysfunctional relationship with the idea of death. Many people live happily with the delusion that it is like some exotic cancer, something that only happens to other people. We find the concept of the cessation of existence, of consciousness, of physical integrity, so disturbing that we don’t even permit other people the autonomous mercies of euthanasia or suicide, no matter how deteriorated is their quality of life. When you make any topic this taboo, you eliminate the possibility for anyone to address it in a dignified, peaceable manner. In this way, people are condemned to live in unnecessary terror of the natural inevitability of death, to live with endless physical agonies, to watch with horror the disintegration of the body--that thing which is not only our vehicle in this world, but with which we so strongly identify our “self”. There is no explanation for why the protagonist’s body is disappearing out from under her mind, but in her final moments, Scherer’s makeup effects help frame this movie as a vivid nightmare about the intolerable separation of the mind and the body--a trauma that may happen to any of us, even many of us, at any time and for any reason.

...that said, because of Kayden Rose’s mysteriously persistent consciousness, I had to wonder: “Ok so, just because she’s been separated into all of her parts now, does that actually mean she’s dead? Or like are her molecules still alive? I mean even though the movie is over, could something still happen after this?” I don’t usually indulge such nerdy logistical exercises, and I rarely obligate movies to make sense as long as they have other virtues. Suffice it to say, my aberrant behavior can stand as evidence of the near-total lack of virtue of THANATOMORPHOSE, and I’m really just glad the movie is over.

[carloskaplan]

Kees Scherer: Florencia, 1953

[link-sans-specs]

I'm excited about tonight. And I'm a little inebriated.

Mythical Society

GME Pre-Show (Never Have I Ever)

[please-hug-me]

I have decided that I am only going to support Sam and Colby (the whole Trap House really) since the Vlog Squad is too problematic 🙃

Wait also Danny Gonzales, Drew Gooden, Kurtis Conner, Cody Ko, and Noel Miller.

Any other recommendations are welcome 😌

[annab-nana]

Savior - Colby Brock

Y/n’s life is basically controlled by her abusive boyfriend, but one night at a party that she was forced to go to, Colby shows up and helps her out.

Requested by an amazing anon on Wattpad 🧡

Warnings: some curse words; mentions of abuse

Word Count: 3.2k+

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"Ashton, I don't really feel good. Please don't make me go to this party tonight," I pleaded with my boyfriend of almost two years. He has made me go to party after party after party and I don't want to go and be used as an object by him. I want just one night off. I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't want to have a night off from my boyfriend, right? I should want to be around him all the time.

I don't even know when things started to get like this. I used to love being around Ash. He was everything I wanted and everything that I looked forward to spending the rest of my life with. I don't know where it got messed up, where I lost the man I loved. I fell in love with the sweet, caring Ash. The one who was a complete gentleman to every person he met, and when his beautiful green eyes lit up every time he saw me, my heart would melt right then and there. His once genuine, kind smile is now pretend and all for show.

I think it all started when Colby and I became friends. It's Ashton's fault really. He brought me to a party, and I met one of my best friends, Katrina Stuart. At a Halloween party last year, Ashton was invited and obviously, I went with him. This was before he forced me to go to these things with him and we just went for fun. He dressed up as a cowboy and I was his cowgirl, simple and cute. Ashton went off to talk to some of his friends and I wandered around until I found Kat. We hit it off great and then, she introduced to some of her other friends since I didn't really know anyone there. I met Jake, Aaron, Corey, Devyn, Sam, and Colby. I'd be lying if I said Colby wasn't cute because he is. Anyone could see that. But I had and still have eyes for Ash and only him.

Anyway, I met Colby and we got to talking. We had a lot in common and he was super funny. I loved being around him. His energy was just attractive, drawing me in. He was also very relatable and a great listener. We clicked so well. As we talked, he got a little closer and rested his hand on top of mine which was sitting on the countertop. Before I could say anything about it, some random guy came into the kitchen with a flame thrower and blasted it right in front of us. I couldn't help the squeal that escaped my lips when Colby's arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me away from the burning fire that was right before me. My hands went on top of his as they rested on my sides for second before he let me go. I turned around to thank him but caught a glimpse of Ashton and he didn't look happy. I talked to him, assuring him that nothing was happening and that he was saving my stupid ass from a fucking fire that some crazy guy was shooting around. Ashton seemed to understand at the time, but that was when everything changed. He started acting different and changed almost everything that I loved about him.

Colby and I became best friends anyway. Ashton became more and more controlling. It started with suggestions, then manipulations, and now he basically tells me what to do. I need to figure a way out, but I don’t know how.

“Y/n, you’re coming to the party. Now, go get dressed. We aren’t arguing about this.” He demanded. I didn’t have it in me to put up a fight, so I listened. I walked into our room and started getting ready. I did my hair, makeup, and then put on some clothes, even though it felt like I wasn’t wearing much. I put on the tight blue dress that had a cutout on the stomach that Ash got for me a few days ago. I hate wearing shit like this, but I really didn’t want to deal with the fight if I tried to cover up.

It wasn’t long before we both got into Ashton’s car and headed to the party. As he drove, I stared out the window watching the other cars drive by, wondering where they were going and were they going to have more fun than I was.

“So, whose party are we going to anyway?” I asked him as I placed my hand on top of his which was resting on my thigh.

“What’s it matter?” He shouted at me and ripped his hand from mine, gripping it firmly on the steering wheel. I let out a sigh, returning my gaze to out the window as tears pricked my eyes.

“I was just wondering,” I whispered softly. I heard him sigh as well and felt his hand come back to mine.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” He whispered before continuing. “I don’t know whose party it is. Jacob was invited by some girl who said he could invite a couple of friends, He invited us, Jess, and Dylan.” He told me as he rubbed on the back of my hand with his thumb. I nodded at him and kept my mouth shut for the rest of the trip in fear of starting another argument. Slowly but surely, we approached a place that looked slightly familiar. I didn’t question it and grabbed onto Ash’s hand as we walked up to it. When we walked in, we met up with Ashton’s friends. Jacob, Jessica, Dylan, and the blonde girl that invited all of us were in the corner by the front door.

“Hey, Ash!” Jessica drunkenly shouted. She was always the first to get drunk. She eyed me down and gave me a fake smile. I shot her one right back as we approached the group.

“Hey guys, this is Corinna,” Jacob said as he gestured to the girl in his arms. She waved at us and giggled. She has had a little bit to drink as well. This girl seemed familiar too, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. “Corinna, this is Ashton and y/n.” We both waved at her and Ashton started a conversation with the boys as we girls just waited patiently for them.

“Y/n, could you get me a beer?” Ashton leans down to whisper in my ear. I nod at him and leave the group to find the kitchen.

“Y/n?” I hear a familiar voice ask. I turn around and am met with blue eyes, pale skin, and blond hair.

“Hey, Sam!” I say, excited to find someone I know here. We hugged each other and got to talking.

“Hey, do you know where the kitchen is?” I ask him. I was wandering around aimlessly earlier, desperate to find it.

“Yeah, of course. Follow me.” He said as he grabbed my wrist to lead me through the group of people. It doesn’t take long before we make it to the kitchen. “What are you looking for?” Sam asked me as he opened the large fridge and browsed through the drinks.

“A beer, please,” I smiled at him and his kindness. He grabbed one beer and two white claws from the fridge. He handed me the beer and a white claw. I gave him a weird look but shrugged it off.

“So, do you know whose party this is?” I decided to ask him to make conversation.

“Who’s asking?” He questioned me with a suspicious look on his face.

“I was just wondering, and Ashton didn’t know when I asked him earlier,” I tell him as he smiles.

“I’m just messing with you. It’s David’s.” He told me before we were interrupted.

“Sam!” Ashton grinned as he came to give him that bro hug thing that guys do. They had met at parties before and talked some. Sam talked to the group as I handed Ash his beer.

“Thanks, babe,” He said softly as he sipped on the beverage. I should probably warn him that Colby might come since Sam is here, but maybe he won’t show. I don’t know. We’ll see if he does and this is a big party, so if he does come, the chances of him finding me are unlikely.

An hour or so passes and Ashton has drunk more and more. The more he drinks, the meaner he is.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” I whisper to him.

“No, you can stay right here.” He growls back.

“Please, babe, I really have to go.” He rolls his eyes and lets out a huff of air.

“Fine, but hurry back,” He demands me. As I stand up to walk off, I feel him swat my ass. I send him a death glare and the group around him erupts in laughter. I shake my head and desperately search for the bathroom. Finally, I find one and open the door to see to a few couples making out.

“Sorry!” I shout as I close the door. Fuck, I really have to pee, and I can’t find a fucking bathroom.

“There you are!” I hear a chipper voice yell over the loud music.

“Here I am!” I repeat the words and turn to the guy I have dreaded seeing all night. If Ashton catches me with Colby, I am as good as dead. Colby greets me with a tight hug and lifts me off the ground a tad.

“Sam told me you were here, and I was waiting until I saw you.” He told me as he set me down.

“While I’ve got you here, can you show me where the bathroom is?” I ask, feeling a slight bit awkward. He chuckles at me and grabs my hand to lead the way. I look around everywhere, making sure Ashton was nowhere in sight.

“Here we are,” Colby replies as he gestures towards the door.

��Thanks,” I tell him as I place my hand on the doorknob, still searching around for Ashton.

“Hey, are you okay? What are you looking around for?” He asks me, placing a hand on my arm. That little act gave me so much comfort, but at the same time made me worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for showing me to the bathroom.” I spit out as I quickly open the door and slip in. I look at myself in the mirror and gaze at the girl staring back at me. This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am. This is who Ashton wants me to be, but I’m not. And I let him treat me like shit. I don’t do anything about it. I don’t know what to do. I sigh and do my business before washing my hands and leaving.

“What are you still doing here?” I ask Colby who was leaned up against the wall by the bathroom door.

“I need to talk to you.” He stated. I looked around again before replying.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have to get back to Ashton before he starts to worry.” I lied. He doesn’t really care. He just wants someone to fetch his beer and to put his hands on.

“It won’t last long. Come here.” He stretched out his hand for me to take and reluctantly, I did. I followed him up some stairs and into a vacant room. We plop down on the empty bed in the room.

“Y/n, do you have anything you need to tell me?” He asks me, looking deep into my eyes. I sigh and shake my head.

“No, everything’s fine. Do you have something you want to talk about?” I turn the question around, hoping he’ll understand and leave me alone about it.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I’m the one who should initiate the conversation.” He says as he leans back, appearing to be ready for some big talk.

“Well, what is it?” I ask him. He lets out a huff of air and begins to talk.

“Kat thinks there’s something wrong with you and Ashton and I can’t help but notice some weird things as well,” Colby confesses. He stares at me with his perfect blue eyes as if he’s trying to read something in mine.

“Colby, I trust you so I’m going to tell you this. I’m trying to figure a way out, but I don’t know how. I have nowhere else to go. He’s everything I have and if I don’t hurry back, I’m going to be in trouble.” I say as I glance at the door and stand up.

“You could always stay with me.” Colby states. I take a few steps closer to the door.

“I’ll talk to you later,” I tell him as I leave. I make my way back down to Ashton and the group. He grips my hip harshly, pulling me into him.

“What took you so long?” He asks, voice low and demeaning in my ear. I wince at the pain in my hip but ignore it to answer.

“I couldn’t find it,” I whisper back in his ear. He gives me a questioning look before turning his attention back to the group.

“Alright guys, y/n and I are gonna head out. We’ll catch y’all later.” He states as he grabs my hand and leads me out to the car. The car ride home is dead silent, and I feel like a little girl who is in trouble with her father, but she doesn’t know what she did wrong. Probably because she didn’t do anything wrong. We get to our place and he grabs my hand again, leading me into our house as if I don’t know where I’m going. Once we finally make it inside, I break.

“Will you tell me what the hell is wrong with you?” I ask him as I tear my hand from his. He turns around to face and he is fuming. I step back in pure fear.

“Don’t lie to me, y/n. You know I hate it. What took you so long in the bathroom?” I roll my eyes, probably fueling his anger but I don’t care.

“I already told you. I couldn’t find it. Someone noticed how confused I was and helped me out.” I raise my voice at him.

“Who?” He questioned.

“Some random girl. She had blonde hair and was wearing a red dress that was covering less than I am right now. You would have liked her. She’s just your type.” I didn’t care anymore. I just kept going and going.

“I saw Colby at the party. He wouldn’t have stopped you?” Ashton stepped slightly closer to me with each question.

“You know what? He did. We said hey to each other and talked for a little bit. Anything else you would like to know?” I put my hand on my hip as I stared up at him. We were face to face at this point. He gripped onto my wrists hard.

“You know I don’t want you talking to him.” He hissed at me as his grip tightened on me. He was livid.

“Ash, you’re hurting me.” I whimpered softly. He let go and pushed me into the door.

“If you want to talk to him so badly, why don’t you go to him? You obviously want to be with him more than me. But, when you realize that I am the only person who will ever love you, don’t come back.” He shouted as he walked to our room and slammed the door. I looked down at my reddened wrists. I knew there would be bruises on them tomorrow. Probably some on my hip and back too. I grabbed my phone and called an Uber to Colby’s apartment building. It wasn’t long before I was there. I walked up to his door and knocked, hoping he would answer. After a while, I never got a response, so I sat my angry little self down on the floor next to his door because he said I could always stay with him. As I sat there, my mind raced of all that occurred tonight, and I grew madder by the second.

I heard the elevator ding and the doors open. A few seconds later, the laughter of my best friends filled the fifth floor. I could hear Colby’s laugh over the other two and a small smile grew on my face. One by one, they came off the elevator. First, my blue-haired bestie, followed by her lover, and then his best friend.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Kat asked as she ran up to me. The reason I’m here came back to mind and I was filled with anger all over again.

“I came to talk to Colby, but since it looks like you two have had some drinks, I don’t think we will be able to hear each other over the noise of what y’all are going to be doing in there,” I said as I gestured towards Sam’s door. We chuckled lightly before Colby walked over to me, holding a hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me up. We said goodbye to Sam and Kat as we went inside his apartment.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Colby asked as he patted a spot next to him on the couch for me. I took it and turned to him before speaking.

“Do you remember saying that I could always stay with you if I wanted to get out?” He nodded his head as he gave me a sad look. He knew something happened after I left the party.

“Can I take you up on that offer?” I said as tears pricked my eyes and a hiccup escaped my throat. I was about to break down and he could tell. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. Right there, I cried for a good while before pulling away and looking at the tear stain I left on his shirt.

“I’m so sorry,” I laughed out, pointing to the mess I made. He looked down and laughed as well.

“Don’t worry about it,” He smiled and looked up at me. “It’s nice to see your pretty smile again.” A blush rose to my cheeks at the compliment.

“Stop, I know I look a mess right now so don’t even try to pretend that I look the slightest bit good,” I tell him as I push some hair behind my ear.

“No y/n. You are gorgeous. Even right now. I’ve always thought that about you, and I was so upset when I found out you had a boyfriend. Trust me, if you didn’t have him, I would never stop trying to make you mine.” He confesses. The smile on my face grows wider by the minute and I look down for a second before meeting his blue gaze again.

“What’s stopping you now?”

[serendipitous-mythicality]

[goodmythicalshipping]

The Signs as GMM Cast/Crew Members:

Tag yourself, I’m Ellie ♋

[contemporaryartdaily]

MASKULINITÄTEN at Bonner Kunstverein, Kölnischer Kunstverein, and Kunstverein für die Rheinlande und Westfalen, Düsseldorf

[scottybrock]

Cups and Kisses - Colby Brock

A/N: Requested by a lovely anon: “Can you do Colby meeting the reader from David’s vlog and he thinks she has a thing for David and gets jealous until she says David’s like a brother and she’s into Colby”

You danced up to Colby, a drink in your hand. Your face was flushed, rosy, alive. Your eyes were bright, and your smile was wide. “Colby Jack!” You shouted over the thumping bass of the music. You shook your hips as you drained the rest of your drink. Colby grinned at you, winding an arm around your waist. “Hey,” He watched as you continued dancing, his smile never wavering. You beamed as your favorite song came on, grabbing his hand that was holding your waist. “Come dance with me, Brock!” You began winding your body against his, your smile never faltering. He laughed, shaking his head. “I need a top up,” He shouted over the music. “Do you want a refill?” You nodded energetically, handing him your cup. “Thanks, Colbs! You’re a peach!” You sloppily kissed him on the cheek, causing his whole face to redden.

He made his way into the crowded kitchen, shimmying past people to refill both of your cups. He glanced out the window and grinned when he saw you dancing by yourself, your hair flying around from your erratic movements. His smile dropped, however, when he saw David wrap an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into David’s embrace, laughing when David said something he couldn’t hear. You mussed David’s hair, giggling when he playfully swatted your hand away. Colby sighed, leaning against the counter as he drained his whole cup in one gulp. He was positive that you liked him as much as he liked you. Disheartened, he refilled his cup and began his trek back to you.

What Colby didn’t hear was your conversation. David strode up to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Happily, you leaned into your best friend’s embrace. “I saw you talking to Colby,” David shouted over the music. “Did he finally manage to ask you out, like you’ve been dying for him to ever since you met him.” Your face flushed, and you mussed David’s hair up. “No, Dobrik. Not yet, anyways.” You yelled over the thumping beat of the music. David shook his head at your antics, then squeezed your shoulder. He walked off in search of Zane, hoping to film his friend’s drunken antics. 

Colby reappeared next to you, but his smile seemed less bright. He offered you your cup, nodding when you thanked him. You studied him, your eyebrows furrowing. “You’re sad,” You observed. His eyes widened, and he let out a weak laugh. “Nah, I’m good.” He tried to reassure you, but you weren’t having any of it. You grabbed his hand, dragging him towards David’s house. You led him past the throng of gyrating bodies, until you reached David’s room. You led him over to the bed, motioning him to sit down. He hesitantly did so. “No, Colbs, what’s wrong? I wanna help,” You pleaded with him to tell you. 

“Are you and David dating?” He blurted out, then covered his mouth, horrified at himself. You, however, burst into hysterical laughter. It quickly tapered off when you saw the hurt look covering Colby’s face. You sobered, shaking your head. “Ew, no,” You replied, leaning back so you were laying on your back. “If I dated David, that would be like dating my brother.” You stuck your tongue out, eloquently showing your disgust at the very thought of dating David. Colby relaxed, but tensed up when you spoke again. “Besides, I like someone else.” You glanced over at him. His shoulders slumped, but he tried his best to sound energetic and upbeat when he replied. “Oh, really? Who?” He asked, in his most chipper tone of voice.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you continued to look at him. Your eyes were soft, and your lips curled up at the corners. Your cheeks flushed. You sat up fully, angling your body so it was facing him. You leaned in, your lips slightly parted. You waited for him to back away, to tell you that he didn’t like you like that, but he didn’t- he met you halfway, closing the distance between your lips. The kiss was soft and sweet; gentle and shy. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as your lips met his. You reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, sighing happily into the kiss. You never wanted to stop kissing him, you wanted to kiss him for the rest of your life- or the rest of the night, whichever came first. Slowly, you pulled back.

 Colby’s eyes fluttered open, and he gave you a dopey grin. You grinned back, blushing slightly when he laced your fingers together. You reached your free hand over to brush some hair out of his face. “Does that answer your question, Brock?” Colby’s grin widened even further. “I’m not sure, I think I’m going to need another kiss to fully answer the question.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but something in your stomach fluttered; calling that feeling butterflies was too miniscule a word. You let go of Colby’s hand, winding your arms around his neck as you rested your forehead against his. His eyes brightened in response, a soft, shy smile on his lips. “Gladly,” You murmured, leaning in for another kiss.

You kissed him with a full heart; in that kiss, you handed him your heart. When he met you halfway, he handed you his. 

[lostinmythicality]

Went to Bleak Creek, had the time of my life. ❤️