#gonna be snappin photos

[anemptypuddingcup]

OMG Y’ALL MY SWORD IS BEING DELIVERED TODAY!

I got Law’s Kikoku sword and it’s being delivered today-

Honestly if I like it that much Ima buy the whole cosplay fit. Either wano or punk hazard ver- huhuehue I’ll be a black fem law-

[liebgottsjumpwings]

AUGUST AFTERNOON | FAYE FISCHER | MASTERS OF THE AIR

Summary: Faye Fischer and her newly acquired friend Ken Lemmons spend a sunny afternoon at Thorpe Abbotts, Faye thinks about the past few years and is then (not so) rudely interrupted by a certain curly haired pilot. Who had managed to make her blush several times some days ago.

Warnings: general war violence, implied minor (and not canon) character death.

Word count: a bit over 2500

Note: this was meant to be a little less than 1k word blurb, turned into way more. I hope it isn't too boring as most of it delves into Faye's experiences before the mota canon. That is also because I use my ocs to study certain historical events, so this really is just self indulgence. Please pretty please let me know what you think of it! (This fic is also posted on AO3)

AUGUST 21, 1943, 16:32 

“What kind of name is ‘Just-a-Snappin’ even?” Faye Fischer wondered out loud, only half expecting an answer from the man in front of her as she came to sit up from her lying position in the grass. She squinted, just about able to make out the text on the B-17 Ken Lemmons was working on. Her squint disappeared as he came into her sight, blocking the warm ray of sunshine she had been enjoying moments prior, her eyebrows furrowed into a frown. “You’re gonna have to ask Blakely that one,” answered the curly haired man standing in her sun. Looking at him, she wondered why he would hide those curls under that beanie. Probably so all that working grease wouldn’t get into it. 

Faye shrugged, letting herself fall back into the grass. “Whenever I ask Blakely a question, the man answers with a goddamn riddle,” she let the end of her sentence continue into a sigh. Ken just laughed, his hands firm on his hips. The sun made the edge of his curls shine, almost like an aureole. Visually, him standing in her sun wasn’t so bad, it looked quite pretty. Her skin was starting to miss the warmth of the sun rays, though. Faye’s fingertips tapped on the cap of her camera lens, the Contax II had been laying on her stomach, under one of Ken’s work rags, to shield it from the sun. “Keep standing like that,” Faye ordered him as she removed the cap from the lens, turning on her camera. 

“Aren’t you only supposed to use that for… you know… work purposes?” she heard him ask as she fiddled with the exposure settings. A scoff escaped past her lips as she lined up the viewfinder with her left eye. “Shut up, they made me pay for my own film rolls when I arrived in England, so they’re mine technically anyway” Faye deadpanned in response, snapping a photo of Ken. “Besides,” she continued, putting her camera back under the rag again, letting her head fall back into the grass, “don’t you think the photo I just took wouldn’t go over well with all those war bond leaflets?” She held up her hands, reading an imaginary leaflet “Purchase a war bond so our curly haired cuties can maintain our bomber planes!” she sarcastically called out. It earned a belly-laugh from Ken, who then turned around, readying himself to get back to his maintenance work as he continued laughing, “I hope to God not.” Faye smiled in response, “Yeah, well, I’ve taken more leisure photos on this camera than the OSS would be comfortable knowing. It is only fair because nearly all film rolls were mine anyway,” she trailed off, closing her eyes again as the warm August sun blanketed her. 

The warmth took her back to August, nearly three years back, 1940. To the emerging hills behind Mulhouse, in the occupied region of the Alsace in France. Back then, she too had snapped a photo that the OSS would turn their noses up at. She couldn’t help it, though, the sleepy little cottage the, back then, above ground resistance she was attached to used as their base of operations was too pretty against the sunny hills. Plus, the whole rule against taking photos that do not directly aid the war effort was bullshit anyway. They increased her morale, no? Surely a heightened sense of morale would aid the war effort. Just like her friend, and resistance member Isidore was aiding the war effort by developing the photos Faye had taken recently. His girlfriend, Julienne, a distant cousin of Faye’s neighbors back in Louisiana, the Klotz family, laid next to her in the grass, yelling at her sweetheart to stop working so hard and join them in the warm sum. She still remembered the minty smell of the Ground Ivy that tickled against her cheeks in the field near the cottage as she watched Isidore exit the cottage, some of the successfully developed photos under his arm, he dropped them above the two women. The photographs whirled softly down onto them, like those propaganda leaflets that had recently been dropping from planes over the region. The association made her chuckle. She much preferred these photographs over those leaflets. 

Oh, how she longed back to be in that sleepy little field just behind Mulhouse. Unknowing and indifferent to what was about to wash over her. Over her dear friends. Over her distant relatives, up north in Sélestat.  How she wished to gain that sense of unknowing and indifference once more. The fleeting feeling of walking back home from the shul on those warm August evenings, taking the train from Mulhouse towards Sélestat, being greeted by her grandmother’s second brother, the one who stayed behind in Alsace. Being taken in to his family, learning about their extensive history and connection to this land. It made her feel proud, like her family here. All of that despite the impending feeling of calamity. That feeling grew more and more with each news item about the Germans inching closer. Forcing themselves back into the territory they’ve claimed as theirs for eras. This time, it came paired with a terrifying venom against a group of people so deeply rooted in this region. 

After the annexation of the Alsace into Nazi-Germany, the resistance group Faye had been attached to by the OSS was forced to go underground. Her work, instead of reporting back to the OSS on current events in the border region between France and Germany, became a high-risk operation that aided the Alsatian resistance in its activities against the Nazi occupier. When it happened, the OSS had forbidden her to associate publicly with her family and the community she had built up. They deemed it ‘too riskful’. And because Faye had no choice, she listened to those orders. And just like that, her growing connection with her ancestral home region, her family, the core of her very identity was snapped away. Just as quick as it had flourished. She watched the treatment of her people become more and more dire every day. She watched and she could do nothing but watch. Nothing outward anyway. In secret, she was doing more than she ever had done. Risking everything to make it harder for the Nazis to spread their hatred and evil. In return, she got the gnarly gift of having to distance herself from the recently cultivating bond with her family that lived halfway across the world from her. 

Yes, she still had Isidore, Julienne and the rest of their group. Though, as they were forced to become underground, a painful strain started to form on their friendship. Understandably so, tensions were high, risks were always there and the imminent feeling of doom never stopped looming over the group. 

Which ended up being for good reason. Come the early February days of 1943, Faye found herself with her left cheek pressed into the cold ground where the minty Ground Ivy once grew. The barrel of a Karabiner 98A straight against her right cheek. She still wasn’t sure who gave up their activities to the SS. She wasn’t sure if she cared enough by then either way. Or now, for that matter. In the two and a half years that spanned from that first summer in Alsace to February of 1943, Faye had grown disillusioned to the point that she wasn’t even sure if she cared about living, or dying. Maybe it was for the better that death seemed so close. That it came to her in the form of a German rifle. 

That was until she remembered why her family decided to migrate to the United States. Back in the late 19th century, the Jews of the Alsace were already facing hardships. And it was those hardships that made her grandparents decide that from there on out, their family line would not suffer under those hardships anymore. So they set sail to Louisiana, because their children, and their children, and their children (and so on), deserved a life of flourishing. So it was there, February 1943, with the cold barrel of a Karabiner 98A pressed to her face, that Faye decided that she would honor that wish. She would not die at the hands of those who wished her dead. 

She wasn’t sure how, but she ran, she ran until her feet gave out and Isidore made them duck into a dense shrub. His face stained with dirt, much like hers. And through the dirt on his face, tears traced their paths. Then it dawned on her that Julienne hadn’t made it out with them. Faye hoped with everything she had in her dear friend wasn’t left out, alone in that cold field. But there wasn’t much time for hoping. They had to make it to safety. To a place where they couldn’t be reached by those who were looking for them. 

Switzerland. Within a few days of frantic fleeing, both of them somehow made it to Basel, just over the border. Isidore’s previously tear-filled eyes had turned empty by then. And Faye feared for him. She feared for everyone they had to leave behind. The fear didn’t leave her when she walked away from the hospital she had helped Isidore to, so his wounds could be looked at. Not caring much for her own, and after the OSS had been made aware of her whereabouts, they had arranged a route to England for her. To ‘escape’ the risk she found herself in, according to the OSS. She still scoffs at the mention of ‘risk’, the OSS would never fully know. And so, after a goodbye ‘for now’ and a promise to keep in touch, she departed for the train station of Basel, on towards Bern, and from there, hopefully England. She watched the fields roll by, they were barren, empty of life. She tried to not let it remind her of Julienne too much. Hoping that her friend had somehow made it to safety, like her sweetheart and Faye.

Her memories were disturbed by the warm sun once again being taken away from her. This time, it wasn’t because a certain crew chief by the name of Ken Lemmons was standing in between her and her blanket of warmth, it was because Faye hadn’t noticed the time pass by and the sun having moved behind the officer’s buildings on the air base. She let out a groan at the feeling of her back cracking as she sat up, her camera falling into her lap. Slowly opening her eyes, to her surprise, ‘Just-a-Snappin’ had been exchanged for a different airplane. Though, her eyes were too blurry from the sun shining onto them, to make out the name. These damn pilots and their airplane names. 

What she did make out was Ken and what seemed to be a pilot, standing by the plane as Ken pointed out several things on the wing. The pilot nodding, seemingly intently listening to Ken. Faye, after rubbing her eyes intensely, was able to make out more of the scene in front of her. Her sight darted towards the plane again, reading. ‘Rosie's Riveters,’ she mouthed the words. Way better name for a plane than whatever Blakely was thinking with his one, Faye thought. Her gaze moved over to Ken and the still unknown pilot again. Squinting, she could make out the brown curls, kept small and neatly arranged on top of his head. The 100th and their tendency to hide their gorgeous curls irrationally annoyed Faye to no end. She eternally cursed Ken for hiding them behind his beanie, too. She looked back to the nose of the plane, ‘Rosie’s Riveters.’ Oh. Robert Rosenthal. The man that had made her blush the other night without even knowing he had. Robert Rosenthal had arrived at Thorpe Abbotts some two weeks after Faye herself did. She had been sitting with Helen and the other women as she watched him come into the officers’ club, his feet carrying him, dancing towards his crewmates. It was his little twist and the way his jacket moved in the air flow created by it; itt had been the first time she smiled that day. And Helen noticed. Sending Faye a teasing look as she dug the nose of her shoe into Faye’s shin. The action made Faye’s cheeks turn bright red, sinking deeper into her seat, disappearing into the shadow of the curved wall as she let out a soft, intoxicated giggle. 

It wasn’t much later, after Nash had successfully achieved a dance from Helen, that Rosenthal’s eyes locked with Faye’s. The same red from before creeping up from her throat to her cheeks as she gave him a shy smile. His returning smile was beaming, like a direct ray of sunlight across the room. She would receive a few more of such smiles from him throughout the night.

Now, with his pilot’s hat snug under his arm, Faye could see him smile at Ken, a thankful smile. And who wouldn’t be thankful for Ken Lemmons. The man worked tirelessly to send them up safely into the air. But, oh she was sure it was Robert Rosenthal standing there, alright. Yeah, that smile, of which she had been on the receiving end several times now, she recognized it. The familiar, uneasy yet welcomed feeling creeped up in her stomach again. She could feel the flush in her throat. Combined with the hours of direct sunlight she had received over the afternoon, remembering their shared looks made her slightly lightheaded as she rose to her feet. Hoping to quietly leave, as to not gain the perception of both men standing some feet away from her. 

Mission unsuccessful, though, damn it. “Fish!” she heard Ken call her. Her arms dropped beside her body as she turned around, her camera swinging with a little delay. She caught it, so it wouldn’t hit her on her stomach. For some stupid reason, her breathing increased in frequency as she watched the two men walk over to her. She had to consciously try to not take a step backward everytime they took one forward. She tried to keep her eyes strictly on Ken.“You think that is a better name for a plane?” he asked, pointing towards the B-17. Her eyes followed his pointing, reading the text on the nose of the plane for a third time. Before she realized, she already voiced her opinion. “I think naming anything but a pet or a human is a weird thing anyway,” she retorted, eyes dead set on Ken. Next to him, she heard a chuckle. “I’m actually quite proud of ‘Rosie’s Riveters’” she heard the curly haired brunette next to Ken say. There was no fighting it anymore, she had to actually look at him now. And she was sure you could compare the color of her cheeks to the apples they served in the breakfast hall, bright red. Still, like she always did, she came up with a retort; “Well, it’s better than Blakely’s, I guess,” she said, a sly, yet slightly shy smile appearing on her lips. The brunette in front of her let out a hearty laugh, his eyes crinkling. It tugged at Faye’s heartstrings, “Yeah, I’ll take that.” he said. And there it was again, that goddamned smile.

[bullsh1tterz]

: : @poxsonmenace : : CONTINUED FROM [X]

"Yeah, y're snappin' it alright. Snappin' its poor neck off 'n leavin' it lifeless on the floor!" Adam argues, hand aggressively waving around in exasperation. "You're gonna wind up with an abomination, man. How the fuck could anyone be so shit at taking pictures? The angle's all fucked and- oh god." he halts with just the littlest gasp, brows furrowing deeply at the disaster before him.

"Y'know the fuck what? Crash course. Crash course right now. This is an intervention. I'm gonna show ya how to take a fucking photo." A huff, finger wagging at the other in overzealous frustration. "'n there are no 'but's 'n 'haha no's in the whole goddamn world that're gonna stop me."

[legolaslovely]

Hero

A/N: HAPPY FILI FRIDAY FRIENDS HAVE SOME FLUFF! OMG truly what a great day. This happened after watching An Unexpected Journey again and I freaked out over my baby’s safety even though I know what happens and that he’s fine in that one! Ugh. Such stress. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this story and the whole day! Whoooo! As always, everyone lives always. 

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 1,522

Warnings: SPOILERS lol you’ve all seen the movie but still, FLUFF, leetle angst for plot.

Summary: Fili comforts his wife (Y/N) when she gets upset by the stories about the dangers the dwarfs faced on the quest to reclaim Erebor.

ALSO KURDUWE = MY HEART AKA MY NEW FAVORITE WORD SQUEAL BYE (also hey! this is a photo edit I made yay!)

Supper had run long into the night. You had been sitting in your usual seat between Fili and Kili for hours now, drinking and listening to the stories of the company. It had been a few weeks since you were all able to dine together and the energy was high and the ale was flowing. You leaned back in your seat and pictured the tales you’d heard countless times, enjoying every second of it. Even Thorin was letting loose and telling stories of his few shenanigans with Dwalin when everyone lived in the Blue Mountains.

You couldn’t remember quite how many mugs of drink you’d taken yourself but you did your best to keep up with them. Whenever you laughed extra hard or asked about a detail of some fudged story, Fili’s fingers would brush over yours and squeeze them. You even caught him staring a few times and it shot excitement and desire into your stomach. You knew that look of his well and could only imagine what he had in store for you when you returned to your shared chambers.

‘Well, at least I wasn’t reduced to throwing burning pine cones at him!” Dwalin bellowed over the table in answer to Thorin’s teasing. “Remember that, eh?”

Kili groaned but held a bright grin on his face. “Yes, Dwalin, we remember. Even (Y/N) knows the story so well she could tell it herself.” He slung an arm around you and you laughed even though you hated that story. It never failed to send your gut into your throat. You sighed, knowing what was coming.

“Forced up into the trees, no less!” Dwalin went on.

You looked down and watched Fili’s thumb run over your knuckles as he held your hand tightly. Your gazes met and you couldn’t help but smile at his blue eyes that were shining with the late hour and the many drinks.

“Hey! (Y/N)! I’m tellin’ ya a story!” Dwalin’s cry made your head spin around to him.

“I’m so sorry. Please, go on.” You did a pretty good job of hiding your chuckle until Kili shot you a look with a roll of his eyes.

“So, there we are,” Dwalin said, “Climbin’ the trees like ladders- and let me tell you, I can make a good ladder-”

“Best ladders in all of Erebor!” Thorin said with his drink raised high in the air. Cheers followed and Dwalin grumbled over them.

Dwalin stood, slamming his hand on the table to silence the crowd. Then he held his mug out in front of him. “And we can see ‘em comin’. They’re running like a giant’s on their tail and they’re headed straight fer us. Ori, here, he’s pissin’ his trousers-”

“I was not!” Ori cried. He looked to you in desperation over the commotion that followed. “I did not!”

You reached over the table to him. “I believe you, Ori. Let Dwalin have his fun, hm?”

Ori slunk back in his seat and you chuckled, again turning your attention to the other head of the table. Everyone grew quiet again, knowing what was coming, but wanting to hear it from Dwalin again like a bunch of dwarflings sitting at his feet.

“We’re stuck in the trees, every last one of us, with no place left to go. Can’t reach ‘em with our swords or axes, we can only wait until they come to us. The nasty demon wargs are snarlin’ and snappin’ at us, waiting for their command when out of the trees comes the devil himself. I couldna  believe me eyes. Azog was alive and he was after blood, he was. Thought Thorin was gonna shit his trousers.”

All laughed at that, but you couldn’t get a smile to crack your stern countenance. You’d heard the stories over and over about how many times the company cheated death on their quest to Erebor and most of them you could handle by now but this one sent your stomach bubbling every time you were forced to listen to it. Your jaw clenched and you stared at Fili’s hand completely enveloping yours and you tried hard to distance yourself from the story and swallow the lump growing in your throat.

Dwalin’s fist slamming the table made you jump. “’Bring me their heads! Drink their blood!’ And then they were after us. Bitin’ off the branches below with their huge teeth. The size of Glamdring, their teeth were!” There was some argument to that, but he continued. “Tree after tree fallin’ so we had to jump to the next one and pray we caught a branch unless we fell right into their jaws. Gloin, he almost fell right down to the ground, but I caught him and threw ‘im with all my might to the last tree in the row! Don’t lie, Gloin, you know it’s true!” Dwalin leaned his hands on the table and lowered his voice, making everyone else creep in. “Every last one of us on that last wee little tree and BOOM! It falls and holds to the ground by one root! And we’re all hangin’ over the damn cliff waitin’ for the wargs to come and snatch us off one by one!”

You sucked in a breath and turned to Fili. “I’m tired, amrâlimê.” You whispered under the story telling. “I’m going to bed, but you stay here and have your fun.” You smiled, took his chin in your fingers and kissed his lips before sneaking out of your seat.

“Don’t leave now!” Thorin yelled to you, but you waved him off.

“You’re gonna miss the best part! Your husband there, he threw the first pine cone!” Dwalin bellowed.

“Oh, I know all about Fili’s heroics,” you said, barely turning to them to hide the tears stuck in your eyes. You thanked Mahal your voice sounded strong and unaffected by your emotion. “Good night, all.”

They called their answer to you and you hurried out of the hall before you heard any more of the story. The moment you reached the corridor, you felt your tears finally fall down your face and you wiped them away with a huffed groan. How ridiculous were you being? They’re all fine! You knew how the story ended. But knowing they were in that much danger-

Your eyes flew open when you felt warm hands on your cheeks. Fili stood before you and kissed your forehead. You sighed. “You weren’t supposed to follow me.”

“How could I not when I know you’re upset, kurduwê?” he said.

You ran your hands over his sides and rested them on either side of his waist. “I’m being absurd! But I just-I cannot listen to those stories, Fili.”

“It’s all right,” he whispered, swiping his thumbs over your cheekbones. “I know that. And Dwalin knows it as well when he hasn’t been guzzling ale for hours on end.”

“He’s proud of what you accomplished. As he should be! And as I am. But knowing that you were in so much danger… And Kili as well- all of them, I’ll never be able to joke about such things. And I have enough to fuel my nightmares without picturing it all over again.” You sniffed, feeling more tears tug at your chest and Fili pulled you close to him and wrapped his arms tight around you. Your voice caught in your throat. “It hurts, amrâlimê. I don’t know any other way to explain the feeling.” You tried to hold in a sob but it found its way out anyway.

His fingers ran through your hair and he placed countless soft kisses on your temple as he held you close. When your breathing slowed, he said, “I don’t like hearing the stories either.”

“No?”

“Nothing seems heroic or glorious when you think you’re about to die. It’s terrifying. I don’t like reliving those moments or hearing the tales grow tall and untrue.”

“Are you telling me that Dwalin didn’t actually throw Gloin a hundred feet in the air?” you asked.

Fili laughed and you reveled in the sound and the feeling of it rolling through his chest under your hands. He leaned to your lips and kissed you, and then led you through the corridors with a hand around your waist. “Let’s go to bed, kurduwê. Where we’re both safe, hm?”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “Yes, please. I can’t wait to slide into bed and fall asleep until midday tomorrow,” you chuckled.

You felt Fili nose your neck. “And what if I have other plans for you?” he growled in your ear.

“What kind of plans?” you asked, spinning out of his arms and sloping against the door to your chambers when you reached it. His eyes had grown dark as he stared at you and bent to kiss your neck.

“You know exactly what kind of plans,” he said.

You giggled and ran inside, squealing when he swatted at your bottom under your skirts. “Hey!”

“What? I threw the first pine cone! Don’t I deserve a handful every now and then?”

“Get in here, hero,” you said, watching him close the door behind him.

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[ineedaslurpee]

Hi! Any tips for making good photos & videos that show personal style/taste? I’m inspired by others (including you), yet drained of imagination for my own stuff. I’m finding it really hard to communicate what I like or feel in images. When I take pictures, it seems like it doesn’t come out right, & I don’t even know why or whether to bother anymore. I kinda hate myself for it cuz I feel like, no matter how much I try, I have nothing creative or wonderful enough to produce or share. Thanks, doll!

people’re postin picture’s of flies assaulting their ham sandwiches and videos of black sludge coming outta pimples with pride, and ur tellin me whatever you’re snappin ain’t worth the share? ya never gonna have the exact same eye for photos as somebody else, but that doesn’t mean anythin negative towards ya own! really no use in comparing till ya sittin inna corner sad bout it. that picture of my porno mag took me three days - cause my lighting’s sooo shitty cause i got like one lamp and the weather’s been miserable, even took the dang thing into the bathroom before showering ha.just cause things dont turn out exactly like ya thought, that doesnt mean you cant like em still. surround urself with that flair of taste u got and start pressin ur buttons! the one’s on ya phone or camera, not ur own. if you cant have fun with it or you take it very seriously, course ya gonna be critical, but nobodies tryna get in any museums postin photos online. least not the folks im lookin at. if nothin’s cute as it is enough, set somethin up and if you get frustrated, try again later. maybe this is ya personal big boss of the game and you gotta conquer it. 

[lifewithmyfirefighter-blog]

Day 3 on the road

We stayed 2 nights at Palo Duro Canyon.

Shout out to the blue hair who done gone plum crazy cuz her 2 lbs of rat dog was tryin to kill my cur dog. I tole her my dog wuzzin gonna hurt her dog, but she just started screamin and hollerin bout how she couldnt do this no more. I think her husband wuz thankin the same durn thang, but prolly about her and not the rat dog.

We did get to git out n drive around the bottom of them canyons. We stopped for Rach to take some photos of some wild turkeys. I'll tell ya what.... that city slicker gal a mine aint skeered o shit. She marched herself right on up to that ol Tom and started a snappin a ways. He wuz so shocked. He let her. Then she got some photos of them canyon walls. I'll get her to put some of em up here for y'all to gander at.

That day reminded me of my Paw Paw Pete. He always had a bottle of Wild Turkey stuck in his boot in the closet. I bet that blue haired lady's husband was a wishin my Paw Paw and his boot wuzzin on vacation with them too.

[leahdarkspear]

LEAH SID'HE!! Here I was, sittin' at the multihouse (muse hq) jus' chillin, not worryin' 'bout tha legion, Azeroth, old gods, nothin'! Then I thought to maself "jus' gonna watch some trash tv from here ta dinner time" and I did! so imagine ma surpise when I turn on tha Maury show an' see ya ass sittin' there!! now I panicked and... might have demolished tha thing before I saw tha title, but wha' tha hell ya do ta get on there???

Leah draws a deep, steadying breath as she rubs the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. “Oh my loas, I cannot believe dat...”

Leah looks up at Kuzi and clears her throat. “So. De othah day Kij tells me she managed ta get tickets ta dis human show, one where dey argue ovah stuff like who be dey baby-daddies an’ all dat. So I be like, ‘Sounds fun, I be down for watchin’ humans be dumb.’ So we go, an’ dis episode be a makeovah one. I shoulda known somethin’ be up be de way Kij be snickerin’, but dey called ME up on stage. I tell ‘em dey crazy ‘cause I look just fine, but dey drag me backstage an start messin’ wit’ my hair, my tusks, putting stuff on me dat I thought be warpaint, put SHOES on my feet, an’ dressed me in dis dress dey said be elegant, but I thought it be ugly as sin. Now, de whole time I be gettin’ more an’ more worried, because dey ain’t lettin’ me see what dey doin’ ta me. So den we get ta what dey call de reveal, where dey drag me on stage so everybody can gawk an’ tell me how pretty I look. Dat’s when I finally saw myself. I be lookin’ like some cheap, painted-up puccha. DEY CUT MY HAIR! DEY BLEACHED IT! My beautiful, perfect hair!Kij ‘bout fell out de chair laughin’, but girlie, I tell ya, she wasn’t laughin’ no more when I started chokin’ people. She had ta drag my ass outta dere, ‘cause I be about ta start snappin’ necks.”

A photo from Leah’s ordeal:

Thanks, @kuzi-the-hunturr! Shoutout to @darkspear-panther for the mention!

[lipsticklattesandlife]

📸 I took 4273625 pictures yesterday and I wish I could share THEM ALL!! I always have my camera out to snap photos! And I LOVE popping up behind people snappin those selfies 🤳 Those are my fave kind of pictures! I didn’t get all of the pics I wanted too because we were so busy talking and loving on the NEW WIFE AND HUSBAND! 😍 // After the wedding, we had some drinks and some appetizers before the reception, and👏🏻I 👏🏻WILL👏🏻NEVER👏🏻EAT👏🏻THERE👏🏻AGAIN!! It was my second ✌🏻time eating there and my second time getting VIOLENTLY sick 🤕 from that place!! But damn, it was good tho! So, needless to stay, I had to miss all of the festivities 🥳 last night and I am still super bummed about it 😭 I was so upset all night, spending it so dang sick in my bathroom from that food! Lessoned learned, ONLY drink 🍹 their margaritas (cuz they good) don’t eat the food! I was up until almost 1 am sicker than a dang dog 🐶 I HATE missing important stuff with my family! And once again, I did 🥺 Thank goodness, all of that devil 👿 food is now allll out of me and I feel so much better this morning. Having a healthy breakfast 🥞 of coffee, tea and powdered donuts 🍩 🤡 // Today, gotta finish up my Holiday decor, get these dang wreaths finished (haven’t had the time to) with the kids AND show y’all what I am GIVING AWAY 🥳🎄 It’s just a little something something to show y’all how much I really REALLY LOVE 💕 and APPRECIATE each and every one of you guys!! It will be done with my hands 🤲🏻 and made with love ❤️ and I can’t wait to share it with you!! // I have @disneyplus going right now watching my all time fave movie 🎥 Avatar working on it right now! //Everyone in my house is still fast asleep 💤 because they got to have all the fun last night while this momma was sick 😷 but I am so glad they got to celebrate my niece and my new nephew! // It’s Saturday y’all!! What are y’all going to be doing today!? I’m not leaving this house 🏡 for nothing!! (Unless I have to) I’m gonna soak up my babies today and spend time with my little family ❤️ Maybe a game night tonight and drinks 🍹 Who knows! Tell me YOUR plans!!! I love to hear what y’all are doing! ❤️ XOXO B 💋 (at Amarillo, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Nsp53FpXx/?igshid=1dzzmssczeva5

[gahoual]

“no, i’m not hoarding pictures of you! that would be weird!” || Kiwi finally found a functional camera so heck if she ain’t gonna go wild w/ snappin pics ||

POSSESSIVE STARTER SENTENCES.  /  ACCEPTING. 

“ oh, yeah, i’m sure. you’ve just been taking pictures of some other ghoul who happens to wear the exact same clothes as i do. hancock’s really gotta stop raiding my wardrobe. ” in spite of her sarcasm, she was genuinely rather touched by the photos. the only few pictures she had of herself, until now, were pre-war, taken before she’d withered away into a ghoul; she never thought she’d WANT pictures of herself the way she was now, but kivari had somehow, miraculously, managed to make them look artful. it wasn’t much, but it was something.

[theoreticalmindgames]

My OC's !!

Sawyer (Main Character)

She's super adventurous and has definitely committed a few crimes

She rock climbs because she's a bad ass

Her mom owns a climbing company that takes expeditions of teams on mountain climbs

Sleeps outside whenever she can

likes climbing trees

Draws as a hobby, pen sketches of places she and Mackenzie hike and climb

Rides a bike everywhere

Environmental activist

Ace and lowkey gay but doesn't really know it because she's oblivious af

Highschooler with problems like the rest of the world

Oblivious to all hints of affection from Nora

Eleonora (nora)

The purest and kindest little sweetheart

Artist and your friendly heighborjood hippy girl

Always wearing something yellow

Hasn't cut her hair since she was 8 (just trims of course)

Drives a rusty light blue Ford pick up

Parents died when she was 10 and 11

Lives with her grandma who is the embodiment of all grandma stereotypes but just a little more liberal

Meets Sawyer and thinks "this is the most interesting and beautiful person I've ever seen I wanna be friend with her (and maybe something else wink wink)

Pansexual and proud, though she keeps it on the dl

Honestly she is so fun because you never know what she's gonna say and it usually makes sawyer a) laugh or b) roll her eyes and also laugh

Mackenzie (Sawyer's bestest bud)

Kind of an asshole

But also sweet and caring

Also a badass rock climber

Been friends with Sawyer since they could toddle (their moms climbed together and were also good friends)

Looks like he's related to Sawyer and hates it when people ask if they're related

Sarcasm at 2000%

Logical and careful planner, unlike Sawyer

Usually gets dragged into doing something vaguely illegal with Sawyer

Photo kiddo, likes snappin' pics

[radandhungry]

Galería La Catrina, Puebla, México – Spot Check

Souvenir specialist I be. I land in a city, and within minutes I’m buyin’ up a storm. Office supplies, textiles, art, books… anything and everything that inspires me. My RAH Tote Bag gettin’ heavier by the second from nonstop collectin’ every matchbook, sugar packet, and flyer that caught my eye. I’m steady snappin’ photos of everything that excites me – signage I pass, sewer covers I step over, people I meet, food that I eat.

I love putterin’ way outside of the city center chock full of tourist traps to discover dope hidden spots to get my shop on. But sometimes tourist shops are where it’s at. Magnets. Check. Postcards. Check. Socks rockin’ the city skyline. Check.

It’s more than the draw of the standard souvenirs. Sometimes I run out of time. Sometimes I don’t wanna run around comparing prices, searchin’ for the one. And sometimes after I’ve secured all the goods for the STMT Kit I’m totally spent. No amount of caffeine is gonna make me wanna walk another block. Sometimes I just wanna discover a touristy-but-not-touristy shop and fall in love with everything. Lucky for me, I discovered just the spot in Puebla – Galería La Catrina!

Don’t expect cheap tchotchkes at Galería La Catrina. Instead, be prepared for a choice selection of goods reppin’ the local culture made by local artist. The perfect balance of enough – not too much that’ll leave you overwhelmed but plenty of variety to find the perfect souvenir! You’ll see familiar stuff – Day of the Dead figurines, all things Frida, colorful skulls – but also not-so-common treasures. Their most popular pieces? Gorgeous handcrafted birdcages.

I walked out with non-touristy magnets, Day of the Dead figurines, and a beautiful handmade clay statue overflowing with flowers. I also scored tips for visiting Puebla from the owner, Blanca. Her suggestions? Visit Puebla Cathedral. Stunning. Eat mole. Grubbin’. Eat Chiles en Nogada. Didn’t happen ‘cause we ran out of time but it’s gonna. Food recommendations from locals? Mark my return!

oxxo, Hen

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