#i drew this before actually playing the game

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 4: Holding My Breath

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: mentions of Jan. 5th,2025 game

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: now it's your turn to be the protective one... even when it doesn't feel needed

Welcome to chapter 4 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

The energy in the Villanova arena was electric, the sounds of cheers and squeaking sneakers bouncing off the walls. I was in my usual spot courtside, camera poised to capture every moment of UConn’s brilliance. Paige was on fire tonight, orchestrating plays with precision and flair. Each assist she delivered drew gasps from the crowd and smiles from her teammates.

“Bueckers with nine assists so far!” the announcer boomed, and I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride.

It was the third quarter, and the Huskies were up by a comfortable margin. I adjusted my lens, tracking Paige as she hustled down the court for a loose ball. That’s when it happened.

The collision was sudden, violent even. Villanova’s Jasmine Bascoe dove recklessly into Paige, her body slamming into Paige’s left knee. The way it bent back made my stomach churn. Paige hit the floor, clutching her knee, her face twisted in pain.

My heart stopped.

“its so quiet you could hear a pin drop” one of the announcer said just before getting quiet again

“Are you kidding me?” Paige’s voice cut through the chaos as she struggled to sit up. “That’s a flagrant foul, goddamn!”

She tried to brush off her teammates’ hands as they rushed to her aid, but the pain was evident in her movements. She sat on the court for what felt like an eternity, cradling her knee before finally being helped to her feet. The crowd clapped politely, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than her limp as she made her way off the court.

“Paige…” I whispered under my breath, frozen in place.

A tap on my shoulder jolted me back to reality. It was KK, her expression tense.

“Coach wants you to check on her,” she said. “You’re the only one she’ll actually listen to right now, and able to swiftly get back there.”

I hesitated, glancing at the camera in my hands, then back to KK who was looking from me to coach. My job was to document the game, not leave in the middle of it. But one look at Paige disappearing into the tunnel made my decision for me.

The locker room was eerily quiet compared to the roaring arena. Paige was sitting on the bench, a bag of ice pressed against her knee. Her head snapped up when she saw me.

“Y/N?” she said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“KK, Coah G and practically the whole team sent me,” I said, setting my camera down on the bench. “Are you okay? That looked really bad.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, though her wince as she adjusted the ice said otherwise.

“You don’t look fine.”

She sighed, running a hand through her now ponytail freed hair. “It’s just a tweak. Nothing serious.”

“Paige…”

“Y/N, seriously. Go back out there,” she said, her tone softening. “You’ve got a game to film. I’ll be fine.”

I hesitated, my worry warring with her insistence. “Are you sure?”

She reached out, her hand brushing against mine. “I promise. Go.”

Reluctantly, I nodded, picking up my camera. “If you’re not back on that bench in five minutes, I’m coming back here.”

She smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Deal.”

True to her word, Paige returned to the bench a few minutes later, though she didn’t play for the rest of the game. I kept glancing at her between shots, watching the way she cheered for her teammates, evwn cover ger face from time to time, with her knee and ankle still wrapped in ice.

UConn dominated the rest of the game, winning 83-52. The final buzzer sounded, and the team erupted in celebration, but my focus was on Paige.

As the players headed toward the locker room, I packed up my gear quickly, determined to catch her before she disappeared again.

“Paige!” I called as she limped toward the tunnel.

She turned, her smile widening when she saw me. “Hey, photographer extraordinaire.”

“How’s the knee?” I asked, falling into step beside her.

“Sore, but nothing I can’t handle,” she said, her tone light.

I frowned, unconvinced. “You don’t have to downplay it, you know. It’s okay to admit when you’re hurting.”

She stopped walking, turning to face me, with her signature grin. “Y/N, I’m fine. Really. But thank you for worrying about me.”

Her sincerity caught me off guard, and for a moment, all I could do was nod.

“Now,” she said, her grin returning. “Let’s get out of here before KK and Azzi start teasing us again.”

That night, as I reviewed the footage, I couldn’t help but focus on the moment of Paige’s injury. The way she fought through the pain, the determination in her eyes—it was all so… Paige.

But more than anything, I couldn’t shake the way she’d looked at me in the locker room, her vulnerability shining through despite her bravado.

I didn’t know what was happening between us, but I knew one thing for sure: Paige Bueckers was impossible to ignore.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

Tag list: @sayurireidotcom , @astroeliza .... (more to be added)

[thearcherbrothersx]

Her words were praised with a low hum of approval, Declan's bright blue hues hooded, heated with desire for her and her alone. "That's my girl," he then added, his tone a mixture of appreciation and masculine pride, before his fingers really got to work between her legs. His lovely girl moaned, she whined, she let out the sweetest little sounds of utter desperation for him, so wrapped up in the touch he granted her, in her own desire, that when he drew back, not yet willing to give her the release she needed, the ensuing whine was a thing of beauty.

And yet it was her only protest, her mind soon caught up in the next best thing; a task to busy her mind with. He watched quietly, features calm and steady, unreadable, but something akin to fond amusement lingered in the depth of his gaze as he took in the way her tongue lapped at his fingers. "Such a good girl," he praised, his other hand delving into the heavy fall of auburn locks, caressing the back of her head, almost like she were an actual kitten he was petting as her mouth wrapped around the length of the glistening digits. He gave her a few moments of that, letting her tongue toy with his fingers, letting her swallow every drop of herself clinging to his skin, and then he pulled his fingers from her mouth with a calmly spoken "That's enough, pet."

Then he left her again, moving behind her and out of her line of sight. She'd hear shuffling, drawers and cupboards opening, and then he was directly behind her again. There was a metallic clip as he secured a spreader bar to one ankle cuff, and then another followed as he pushed her feet a little further apart, and the opposite was secured. The tips of his fingers crawled up her calves, drawing lines up the back of her thighs, and then his hands settled on each side of her hips, keeping her still. "We are going to play a little game, kitten." An unfair - borderline cruel - game of control and denial, granted, but a game nevertheless.

"I am going to touch you. And you're not going to move your hips," he instructed, head bent to place his lips by her ear. "Every time you do, my precious pet, I am going to stop." One hand wandered from her hip down her front, to the apex of her thighs. "The game ends when I decide you've earned the right to cum." And then he touched her, fingers locating her clit. "Ready, my darling?" But he didn't give her time to answer before he began to tease, fingers moving over the sensitive little nub.

Only his. She was transfixed, her eyes dark, melted amber. Cora slipped further and further into the idea, into the sweet safety of subspace. Gasping, she tried again to rock her hips, to take his fingers deeper, to get anywhere close to relief from the tension that had seemingly wound it's way through her entire body. She felt stretched thin, and not from the restraints that kept her suspended, but from her overwhelming lust, from needing, but being too proud to beg. Or maybe not too proud. Maybe it was that she was nervous that begging might make him walk them back further, and all she could focus on was moving forward, of getting closer. 

Nearly panting as his fingers worked, Cora nodded, less controlled than normal, desperation in her movement. "Yes, Sir. I'll be good, Sir." There was an edge to her voice, right on the line of a whine, but not wanting the almost painful arousal to be mistaken for impatience or a demand. Being unable to touch him left her feeling like she was stuck in a web, somewhere between the strands of powerless and in awe of the depth of her submission to him. 

As his fingers strummed against her clit, she moaned, her noises coming out closer to desperate little mewls, doing her best not to rock her hips too hard against the motion, wanting to be perfect for him. He'd said it himself - he controlled the pace here, he dictated her pleasure, and she was trying her best to hold true to that. His fingers were pushing her closer and closer, until they weren't and she almost regretted not taking more when his fingers were suddenly gone, pulling a pitiful whine from her. 

She was greedy in the way she moved then, licking her lips before her tongue darted out against his digits. Just like a kitten, she lapped at the mess she'd left on his fingers, eagerly cleaning them of her juices, letting out a hum at her own flavor. Did it make her a narcissist, the fact that she'd always enjoyed her own taste? And then she moved a step further, wrapping her lips back around his fingers, her eyes wide and doe-like as they held his, sucking gently as she swirled her tongue around his fingers. 

[wut-huh]

gabriel

[kingprinceleo]

just kinda a thing i wanted to say since ik i have younger artists following me (its applicable to everyone really, but very important to form care habits as early as possible) i read about others artists experiencing pain from overworking and i always thought to myself, i wouldnt let that happen to me, im real young, i still have time before i have to worry about really damaging my body

but your body really doesnt care, if you push yourself, if you ignore the pain, its going to fuck you up. maybe for the rest of your life please god take care of yourself when you draw, write, game, literally anything. stretch your wrists, fingers, dont keep your elbow in a locked a position for too long, especially dont lean on your elbows. get up around every 45 minutes, drink water, eat food, use the bathroom, stretch your whole body and your hands again. walk outside and let your eyes readjust your body is trying to communicate with you for a reason when you start hurting, please listen to it, be kind to yourself, you deserve it

[lunarharp]

fwee top 5 things i had fun with this year :-)

[shakerofthebutt9000]

I was with friends from 15 to 23 today hgr

[tarn-ati0n]

Hi I care about your OC stuff I care about your oc stuff so much actually please show me Blorbo from your brain

Fine, because you asked very nicely.

This is Lox. People from this years Art fight might recognize her. I’ve given her a bit of a redesign. (Click for better quality, you know the drill)

And here’s a fun fact about me: I love making up video games. And then making fake concept art for said made up video games. The idea I currently have in my head is a game copying inspired by legend of Zelda, specifically the 3d games. It would have the same gameplay loop (go into a dungeon, solve the puzzles, fight some monsters, get an item, defeat the boss of the dungeon, rinse and repeat). But instead of the classic fantasy style Zelda has, this game would have more of a sci-fi/Cyberpunk vibe. And Lox here would be the Link replacement.

The entire game takes place in one giant city, with the dungeons being various buildings in it.

So far this is all I have to show for what the dungeons would look like though. This would be sort of like the wind/sky temple, except it’s a skyscraper (I know, I know, I’m a genius for coming up with that.) some other ideas I have for possible dungeons are maybe something like an old abandoned steampunk factory that you would have to slowly reactive bit by bit to make your way through, or a chemical plant that could work as a water temple. I just gotta sketch these ideas out a bit more.

Ok, back to Lox. This was about her.

I’m still not fully sure what I want to do with her character tbh, or what her deal should be, but that’s a problem I have with all my OCs. I love designing characters, but when it comes to actually making them interesting and giving them a story I’m useless. How do writers do it. This is hard. I still have no plan what the plot would really be about.

Anyways, in an attempt to give her character and to separate her more from her counterpart (Link) I decided that you know what? I should make her more angry in her adventure. I would imagine that she has a kind of „It’s rotten work. Especially to me. Especially if it’s you. I’ll fucking do it but Christ Alive.“ attitude towards being a Video Game Protagonist. She will get it done but she will complain the whole time.

Ok, last Image. Putting this one under a readmore because she does have her tits out. Y’all are big boys, you can handle it.

Oh boy you can really see the Zelda Influence here. I think for the battle one I actually just drew over a screenshot from Ocarina of Time and replaced it with some random enemy design I came up with on the spot. Yes. It’s color palette is atrocious. I’m aware.

[arcademyth]

RECEIVER OF WISDOM.

[greatgoddyke]

some bobbles (+ two unfinished things)

[psikind]

shout out to the evolution of one's artsyle being a real true thing (redraw of my "first" dnd character 2019 -> 2023)

[infizero]

grgrhgahahh i wanna read more pokespe but i cant do it on my phone and im not unpacking my stuff until the morning

[pumpkinstep]

I have brainrot

in light of having watched sonic prime, please enjoy my shit art

[scorpiosbite]

when drew watched actress!reader’s sex scene for the first time

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── drew’s been binging game of thrones ever since that fateful day madelyn forced him to watch the show, what was meant to be a normal binge session turns into him being the horniest he’s ever been. making the anticipation of meeting you even heavier.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: this takes place during the filming of obx 4, before madelyn informed the obx cast that they were going to meet you when you came to LA.

drew could not tear his eyes away from the screen of the tv in his moroccan hotel room. he thought that after watching game of thrones consistently, now nearing the end of the first season he would become accustomed to see you in costume, but every time you came onto the screen his breath was taken away. seeing you in that the sliver waist length wig that looked like it was your real hair, the sheer fabric floor length dresses with the daring cuts that exposed more and more of your soft skin, and the intricate dornish jewellery with the subtle targaryen detailing made him feel like a teenager once again with how quickly his pants tightened. and it wasn’t only how you looked, it was also your performance. you were an astonishing actress, he would forget that you weren’t actually visenya in real life, that this world didn’t actually exist and that you were just acting. he was so captivated by you.

“the last dragon, that’s who you are visenya, the last targaryen left in the world, perhaps if you favoured your mother in looks, you would escape the pressures of the targaryen name, but you do not, you look just like rhaegar only with the tanned skin of elia.” you rolled your eyes and drew felt his heart jump. surrounded by the hanging gardens of sunspear in dorne, you paced with aggression, your sliver hair swishing behind you, your dress billowing as you stared down your costar. “have you come to lecture me of my responsibilities as the last targaryen, jaime? all while your bastard son sits my throne? and your sister puppets him from behind.”

“we are only married because your father knew that once i take back my throne i will come after the lannisters for your family’s hand in my mother and brother’s murders. he thought that if we were married that i would not harm you and your name would live on through my womb. but i am no fool, targaryen women have been known to kill their husbands, who is to say my coin wasn’t flipped on the side of madness. that is the saying is it not? when a targaryen is born the gods flip a coin, greatness or madness.” you now stood face to face with the man, staring him down with a smug expression and drew was once again struck with your talent as an actress, your body displayed the anger and frustration that your character felt despite the facade of arrogance on your face. then suddenly your lips connected with his, the actor who played jaime slid his hand around your waist, the cuts of your dress allowing him to touch your bare skin, your hands went to his hair and drew had never felt so jealous of another man.

jaime picked you up with ease, walking backwards to a chair sitting down with you spread on his lap, and drew thought that he would do anything to have you like that. the camera filmed you from the back, jaime’s hand caressing your exposed back down to your ass, and drew squeezed the covers of his bed in response. the camera cut to a mid shot of both of you from the side, you broke the kiss your face still so close to his, lips brushing together as you spoke in a hushed tone. “i want you to fuck me, jaime.” drew groaned at the lust in your voice, and wondered if that was what you sounded like in real life. jaime’s actor groaned in response to your statement and drew felt sympathy for the man, because he knew that if he was in that position instead of him he would be unable to stop himself from cumming in his pants, professionalism be fucked.

jaime’s hands trailed to the back of your neck and the camera cut to back to the shot of your back, closing up on his hands as his hands pulled at the strings holding your flimsy dress together the camera seemed like it was handheld making the shot feel all the more intimate, the material fell and jaime tugged the dress off of you leaving you completely bare but drew could only see your back and up, but then, the camera cut to a wide shot, and drew gasped as your entire body from the back was exposed. jaime’s hand coming down to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass and drew felt his cock harden at the sight. the camera cut to an over the shoulder shot from jaime and your bare chest came into view, this time drew couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him, your hands tugged at the strings of jaime’s pants although the camera kept on you, your hands out of the shot.

you sank down on jaime’s cock and a whine-like moan escaped you, drew felt like he was going insane, he couldn’t stop himself as he tugged his boxers down, his hard cock springing up to slap against his stomach. his hand wrapping around the thick length, squeezing, pearly beads of pre cum leaking out. drew flicked his eyes back up to the screen and you had your head thrown back as you bounced on jaime’s cock, drew knew that the pleasure on your scrunched up face was fake, that the melodious moans that were escaping your pretty lips that were hung open were fake, but the way your tits were bouncing was real and drew couldn’t stop himself from tugging his cock in time with the movements of your hips, your head tilted back down to gaze down at jaime your eyes so fucked out and drew wished that it was him you were looking at. that it was him that could run his hands all over you.

you spoke breathlessly “targaryens used to feed their enemies to their dragons, i don’t have a dragon yet, perhaps i shall just eat you myself, husband.” jaime groaned in response, connecting your lips back together and drew sped up his movements his hand stroking with fervour, the squelching sounds echoing through the room, his other hand coming down to squeeze at his balls, his eyes still glued to you on the tv. drew was close he could feel it and as your body shuddered and you collapsed into jaime’s lap, drew came with a deep groan. cumming all over his chest and stomach. drew threw his head back against his headboard, he felt just a little bit pathetic, that he didn’t have the courage to message you but he could jack off to you doing your job, but god what he would give to have you like that.

TAGLIST: @sunnybunnyy2 @percysley @wearemadeofstardust0 @idgasb @pinkpantheris @emmaaas-posts @grace-sully @chimmysoftpaws

you guys are not believe the fucking writers block i suffered while writing this for it just to turn out so shit but nevertheless I hope you enjoyed!

[tonia-aaaaa]

Perspective practice but it's just Doc and Martyn glaring at eachother

(The funny thing is, i actually drew this before the recent rendoc vs treebark thing even began... the idea of the two of them fighting over Ren is just endlessly entertaining to me. You know they would be playing some of the crazyest mind-games known to man)

[myokk]

😫💓😫💓😫💓

OH MY GOD !!!!!! You rendered me speechless for a bit…which is UNCOMMON with me 😭🙏

I LOVE THESE DRAWINGS SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WTF THIS IS SO CUTE & FOR WHAT REASON😭😫💓 she looks like such a sweetie pie here…my angel😇😇…and the GHIBLI STYLE!!?? 🥹

BUAH🥹😙💓

eloise for my fellow gremlin girlie @myokk!! so happy to have your beautiful traditional art in this fandom and that i got to see clora in it as well 💖😭😭and since it was your art of clora that inspired me to do the HL charas in ghibli style, ofc i had to give eloise the same treatment 🥰 (and ive discovered that drawing fat puffy braids in ghibli style is SOOO satisfying, highly recommend😋👌👌)

[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader play the vanity fair game show

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

based off the OBX3 interview + suggested by this ask <3

“I am Madelyn Cline and we are here to test how well we know each other.” Madelyn said into the camera, sitting in the “hot seat”. The rest of her OBX costars sat opposite her in two rows, shoulder to shoulder and grinning ear to ear. Drew sat in the back, along with Rudy, JD, and Austin, where y/n sat in the front with Madison, Carlacia, and Chase. Drew wore a light purple blazer, a color the boys had made sure to tease him for all day, but he didn’t mind. Y/n liked the color on him, so of course he was going to wear it.

“... and we’re the cast of Outer Banks!” Madison and Carlacia said, the rest of the cast joining them and waving at the camera. Madison put her head down with a giggle before composing herself and straightening up once more. Y/n could feel Drew’s fingers combing lightly through her hair, playing with the ends as they waited for the game to begin. She looked back at him, grinning at his long, tousled hair. He smiled back, his fingers continuing to run through her hair as they focused back on the game.

“Ok, first question: which astrological sign do I like the most other than mine?” Madelyn said, the end of her marker resting on her lip as she thought. Quickly, the room burst into shouts and guesses, everyone clamoring to win the very first point of the game. Drew stood from his chair, craning his neck to see what Madelyn’s card read.

“Hey, no cheating!” Y/n pointed at him, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face before he sat back down.

“I’m gonna say Gemini.” Drew said, raising his eyebrows as he glanced into the camera.

“Gemini women. Yes.” Madelyn replied, giving Drew the first point. The rest of the cast booed playfully, Drew patting himself on the back as Madelyn’s turn continued. Once she asked her last question, it was Drew’s turn in the hot seat.

“Y/n has to wait to answer.” JD said, the cast turning to y/n, her mouth falling open.

“That is definitely not in the rules!” Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes.

“Now they are.” Rudy said with a shrug.

“Ok, what is my secret talent? Bonus, where did I learn my talent?” Drew read, looking over the question card at his co-stars until his eyes met y/n’s. She narrowed her eyes, trying to read into what Drew was going to write on the card, after all, he was a man of many talents.

“Sleeping.” Carlacia said.

“You play piano?” Austin guessed.

“See what’s happening is you're just giving me a lot of ideas.” Drew said, taking the cap off of his marker as he prepared to finalize his answer.

“Oh, write it down, I know it.” Y/n said waving her hand for him to write faster. Once he finished, Drew looked at her to answer.

“Juggling.” She answered, Drew flipping the card around to reveal his answer: juggling/insomnia.

“Question two: what’s my favorite food?” Drew grinned, writing his answer down quickly.

“Mama Jodi’s casserole!” The cast said in unison, Drew nodding as he flipped the card around.

“Almost burned down the apartment complex cooking that one time.” Chase pointed out, causing Drew to gasp.

“That was actually y/n’s fault.” Drew said, pointing a finger at y/n who scoffed.

“You were the one that was distracting me!” Y/n shot back, raising her hands in surrender as she thought of the memory. It had been Drew’s birthday and y/n had decided to surprise him with his favorite casserole. However, the two of them had gotten so entranced in an intense game of Mario Kart that she completely forgot about the food in the oven… until the smoke alarm went off.

“Fine, I will take some blame… only a little bit.” Drew cracked a smile as he shuffled onto the next card.

“Last question: who is my celebrity crush?” Drew scowled, biting his lip as he thought.

“Y/n y/ln.” Rudy said quickly. A small smirk spread across Drew’s lips as he hurriedly wrote his answer down, the rest of the cast hooting and hollering as y/n covered her face with her hands and a flush spread to her cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s correct…” Drew said bashfully, scratching his jaw. “I don’t think she likes me though, if I’m being honest.”

“Definitely not.” Madelyn teased, nudging y/n’s arm playfully.

The game continued, each member of the cast having their turn into their hot seat until it was finally y/n’s turn.

“Drew has to wait to answer.” Y/n said, pointing at Drew. His mouth fell open, his competitive nature kicking in as he groaned.

“The rules, Starkey.” Austin said, shaking his shoulder lightly as y/n picked up her first card.

“What is my favorite movie?” Y/n asked, pausing to think of her answer before writing it down.

“La La Land? The Lego Movie? Moulin Rouge?” Chase guessed, attempting to rattle off as many guesses as possible.

“Pitch Perfect!” Madison said with a giggle, to which y/n nodded.

“Yes, very big Pitch Perfect fan.” Y/n responded. The cast had many memories of watching (and performing) the movie during quarantine when all of them were confined to their shared apartment complex.

“Next question: what is my go-to karaoke song?” Y/n raised her eyebrows as she wrote her answer down on the card.

“Something Taylor Swift, yeah?” Madelyn asked.

“Surprisingly, no.” Y/n laughed. Drew and y/n had hosted many karaoke nights in their shared apartment, the entire cast fitting onto their sofa to sing and dance the night away. The two of them had even gone as far as buying a karaoke machine, complete with mics and lights. It was quite a hit.

“Oh my god, I know it—” Rudy said, snapping his fingers as he searched for the right answer.

“Alanis Morisette...” Drew whispered, to which y/n scowled at him.

“You Oughta Know!” Madelyn cheered, stealing Rudy’s answer with a giggle.

“Yep, that’s right… thank you, Drew.” Y/n said, quirking an eyebrow at Drew who just smiled back. Y/n shuffled her cards for a moment, drawing out the final question.

“Oh boy, last one...” Y/n said dramatically, the cast letting out a string of “ooohs” as y/n cleared her throat.

“What’s my on set snack?” Y/n read, quickly scribbling down her answer as her co-stars looked between each other. Drew sat there, a smug grin on his face as he watched their castmates struggle to answer the very simple question.

“I literally had the same snack every single day.” Y/n said, hoping to direct her co-stars in the right direction.

“I never had the same break time as you two, that’s not fair!” Carlacia said, turning to face Drew who simply shrugged.

“The answer was pickles.” Y/n said, turning the card around to reveal her answer.

“What kind? We need specifics.” JD asked, quirking his brow.

“Dill. The ones in the bag.” Drew answered for y/n, who simply nodded.

“And with that, we are the cast of Outer Banks…” Y/n led, gesturing to her friends opposite her.

“Thanks for watching!” The cast said in unison, waving to the camera.