#i need to clean up my photography tag

[limewatt]

i need to make a revised tag list so bad. do i just start tagging things properly now or do i wait forever until i go and fix my tags

[tineymang]

i cant believe i havent posted these yet..... ive been collecting some plushies over a while to represent the guys in my eos team (and lumi) and i thought it would be a fun way to officially christen them by sewing them some lil accessories to match the ones i draw them with!

a few wip pictures below the cut!

[chqnified]

Rosé photobook is actually gorgeous wtf

[kristinamae093]

Hello and happy Sunday, friends! I hope it's been a great week for everyone! It's been hot as balls here with humidity to match, so I've been holed up inside perfecting my hermit-ism (I am a legendary hermit, I legit have messages in my inbox asking if I'm still alive.😂)

With that being said, I've been working on a lot in my moments of mental clarity! Not only with stuff here, but I'm getting back into photography as well, so I guess that's exciting 😬. I'm also working on a character profile for Kyla, my OC from HCTS that I'm fairly pumped about.

Okay, below is the stuff I beckoned you for 🤣😘. I guess you could expect at least one of these this coming week, hopefully maybe probably. Per usual, there's more than six sentences and everything is subject to change and probably will because helloooooooooo, it's me. 🤷‍♀️

One bad word below (thanks, Kyla.)

In this part of HCTS, Bastien asks Liam if he'd like him to contact authorities (regarding Constantine's whereabouts), Liam says we don't want the same thing happening as last time. So, I wrote a little one shot to fill in that blank. 😬 It's called An Apple A Day.

After a time, a loud engine could be heard in the distance. As it got closer, Liam realized it was a semi hauling something to them. The truck stopped a ways away and started backing up. He saw what it was that was being carried, but had no time to register it as the trailer started heading directly for one of the statues at the entrance to the garden.

"No no no–" Liam started, but the loud shatter as the marble hit pavement cut him off. The driver got out and apologized profusely, to which Liam could only clench his jaw and nod. It wasn't that the statue was important, the issue was the gathered press still taking pictures of the ordeal; he knew he was going to have to get creative to try and explain this.

Next, here's a peak into the next part of Here Comes The Sun ☀

Kyla handed Constantine his pole and he took it with wide eyes. “You didn’t tell me you were a professional! That was record time!”

Kyla shrugged. “I guess it’s one of the only good things I picked up from being raised in Farmville.” She chuckled.

A bark of laughter escaped Constantine, but he started coughing immediately after. Kyla quickly grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to him with a concerned expression. He took a swig, inhaled a few deep breaths, and finally calmed himself. He sat his drink down, grabbed his pole, and launched his line into the water as if nothing happened at all.

Kyla stood watching his every move, unsure of what to do. The pollen probably isn’t doing any good for his lungs. We should go back. Constantine sat back down in his chair and rested the pole close beside him; he let out a content sigh, closed his eyes, and raised his head to look up at the sky. He looks so fucking relaxed… Trent didn’t come down here, so maybe this is fine. Yeah… this is fine. I’m not going to mess this up for him.

Last, here's a excerpt from Ghosted titled The Apple Banquet.

“No.” Bertrand firmly responded as he pulled himself from Maxwell’s embrace, “You are not to blame here whatsoever Maxwell… In fact, I may be more at fault here than you..." He took a deep breath and quietly said, "I… I'm afraid I may need to come clean about something…"

Maxwell immediately moved and stood next to Liam with a furrowed brow. Liam felt his heart rate increase and stepped forward instantly. "What do you mean?"

"I… I worry you may find out anyway during your investigation, and I feel after my other atrocious actions I may as well come clean and take my punishment."

Bertrand was suddenly yanked up from his seat by Liam's strong hands. Liam held Bertrand by the collar of his sweater and pulled his face to eye level, nearly lifting him off his feet. "What did you do?"

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I don't know who I'm supposed to tag, so everyone is getting it lololol. However, please consider this your open invitation to share anything you may be working on, and please make sure to tag me in return if you do! (No pressure, but FEEL ALL THE PRESSURE 🙃)

Ghosted tags - @ao719 @txemrn @imashybish @queenrileyrose @kingliam2019 @riseandshinelittleblossom @dcbbw @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @amandablink @cordonia-gothqueen @sfb123 @jared2612 @harleybeaumont @bebepac @charlotteg234 @busywoman @malblk21 @angelasscribbles @bascmve01 @iaminlovewithtrr @hopelessromanticmonie @mysticalfangirl @umccall71 @fuckitweball0000 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @lovingchoices14 @emersyn-in-cordonia @aussiegurl1234 @karahalloway @the0afnan

HCTS tags - @ao719 @queenrileyrose @tessa-liam @angelasscribbles @kingliam2019 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @bascmve01 @busywoman @belencha77 @mysticalfangirl @nestledonthaveone @lovingchoices14 @lunaseasblog @malblk21 @sfb123 @twinkleallnight @emersyn-in-cordonia @walkerdrakewalker @tinkie1973 @queenmiarys

[dickarchivist]

hiiiiii!! to probably neither of our surprise now, i have some questions for specter!!

🟡 Yellow- What is something your OC wants but knows they can never have? How does it feel to never get this specific desire?

🔮 Crystal Ball- What kind of future does your OC want to have? What would they do to make it real?

i can't wait to hear the answers 💚💚💚

My beloved Art Boy, oh these are excellent for him thank you!!

🟡 Specter wants to be recognized as an artist before a soldier. He wants someone to say "That's Speceter, the artist!" and not "Isn't that a clone trooper?" It eats him up so bad inside. He's thought about so many different ways to change his appearance, but he'd never do any of them because it would disconnect him from his brothers, which hurts more than knowing he'll always be a clone first.

🔮 Specter wants to be an art teacher and professional artist so bad. Photography, painting, poetry, sculpture, he wants to show kids how to create, he needs it. He got a taste of that with Athena, and he needs more. But the galaxy doesn't need an Art teacher right now, it needs a good soldier who doesn't always follow orders. So he'll clean up the galaxy however he can, and keep making art until he can teach it widespread.

Tag, you're it! (Taglist under the cut)

@anxiouspineapple99 @wolffegirlsunite @wizardofrozz @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @wings-and-beskar @sunshinesdaydream @multi-fan-dom-madness @starrylothcat @n0vqni

[flystill]

decided to make an overview post that's perhaps more helpful than my blog description, since i now spend half my waking hours on here. btw if @laurd11 follows you, that's me! "about" section below ↓↓↓

im a physics/math/computing nerd who tries never to leave a stone unturned online as well as in the big ole outernet. ive been on and off tumblr since about 2012, and ive been in a load of fandoms since the (dark) days of superwholock and 1d. im a chronic fanfic reader and tumblr poll enjoyer, as well as an american (boo) and very very lapsed catholic (this seems to come up a bunch? don't tell my family ;) )

rough breakdown of posts: ~50% things that make me laugh, ~10% pacific rim and cleanwhiteroom-related stuff, ~20% photography and other visual art, ~10% me whining about life, and ~10% other fandom nonsense (x files, house, ofmd, bbc ghosts . . . these change all the time)

general interests: science fiction, space, oceanography and marine creatures, climate science and clean energy, exploring and photographing wild places, extra extra indie music, adventure sports, philosophy

i try to tag things and fail often. no, i dont have any secret or non-secret artistic talents.

good omens tv side blog exists for those who are interested.

message me if you ever ever need/want a cute dog picture :)

[illmetbymoonlight]

Pretty certain I was tagged by someone to do a wip whenever. Whatever the case have a unique wip whenever featuring the start of my original novel Little Bird.

No pressure tags @darialovesstuff @eclecticwildflowers @poisonedtruth @scentedcandleibex @shegetsburned @sinclxirx @unbindingkerberos @children-of-epiales and whoever else wants to post a wip whenever 🖤

Lily (mid 30s), a mute submissive, leaves her abusive Dom and is taken in by an older photographer named Sam (early 50s). The two eventually become Dom and sub and fall in love while Lily learns to metaphorically and figuratively find her voice again.

It was late that night when Sam first saw her walking alongside the road. It had rained most of the day and had only just stopped. Light from the streetlights reflected off the road's slick surface. Keenly aware of the dangers of wet roads, he had been driving slower than usual. Any other night he might not have noticed her, but that night he did.

She walked slowly, almost aimlessly as she carried what looked like a trash bag. Her coat looked soaked as if she had been walking in the downpour earlier. Sam stared at her a moment deciding whether or not to stop and see if she needed help. His penchant for helping others got the better of him so he slowed down, pulling over near her.

She immediately stopped, turning her head to look at his vehicle. As Sam rolled down the passenger side window she turned towards him, taking a few steps back. “Do you need help?” he asked loudly, certain he had seen her somewhere before. She stared at him silently, an almost scared look on her face. A feeling of concern crossed his mind. “I can give you a lift.” Again she remained silent. When raindrops began falling again she looked up briefly before reluctantly nodding.

Sam watched as she opened the door and climbed in the vehicle. After placing the trash bag on the floor between her legs she closed the door. Settling into her seat she put on the seat belt. Her movements were hesitant and almost scared. When she looked up at him and gave him her best reassuring smile, he could see right through it. He also remembered where he had seen her before.

As a professional photographer Sam spent a good amount of time going to various events and occasions. Weddings, parties, fancy soirees for the rich, he had photographed his fair share of everything. His specialty however lied with the taboo. BDSM and fetish events, bondage and kink photography, those were his mainstay. Despite this he had not participated in the lifestyle himself in years.

Recently he had attended an event on shibari, a Japanese style of bondage. When he had finished his work, he attempted to mingle. His few close friends had been pushing him to be more social. Sam did his best, though his best usually ended with him sitting at a table or the bar by himself.

That night as he nursed his drink at a table in the corner he couldn’t help but notice her as she leaned against a nearby wall. Just like his table it was out of sight from the crowds offering a small amount of privacy. Her makeup was ruined from tears and her hiccupped breathing suggested she had been crying. She wiped away some of the tears as she attempted to collect herself. Before she could, he came over.

Lucas Mason was a born rich snob with the personality of a sewer rat. He had a reputation for being borderline abusive with his submissives. Yet no matter how much proof there was of this or any of his other wrong doings, he always ended up clean. So when he stormed over and grabbed her by the hair, Sam remained a silent witness.

Lucas was angry about something she had done. He pulled on her hair hard enough that Sam could see discomfort in her face and fear in her eyes. Yet the whole time she remained silent, didn’t make a sound. Sam wouldn’t have thought twice about the incident but her silence stuck with him.

Now as Sam began to continue driving he noticed that same silence. “Where are you headed?” he asked knowing she probably wouldn’t respond. Glancing at her he saw her shrug weakly. After a pause he asked, “You don’t talk do you?” She shook her head. He nodded and the car went silent again for some time.

When they came to a stop sign he looked at her and asked, “Do you have a place to stay?” She avoided eye contact as she shook her head. Sam looked forward again, watching the raindrops as they slid down the windshield. As the windshield wiper wiped them away he said, “I guess you can stay with me for tonight. We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow. You look like you need rest.” He looked at her and waited as she stared at him. When she finally nodded he continued driving home.

Home was an apartment in a more gentrified part of the city. Two bedrooms, one and a half baths, it was more than enough for Sam. It was on an upper floor and offered a reasonable amount of privacy from neighbors. As they pulled into the buildings parking lot he couldn’t help but sigh with relief. His passenger simply looked out the window at her surroundings.

They remained silent as they headed up to his apartment. Once inside he watched his guest as she looked around main room. As her gaze moved towards the kitchen Sam asked, “You want a cup of tea?” She looked at him and nodded. Walking into the kitchen he noticed her body language was still stiff and untrusting.

While he put the kettle on she sat down at the small table, placing her damp trash bag on the floor next to her. Sam watched her for a moment before leaving the room for a moment. He came back with a notepad and pen. Sitting down across from her, he placed them on the table and slid them across to her. “I thought this might help.” She stared at the pen silently. “Can I ask you your name?” She glanced up at him before hesitantly picking up the pen and writing on the notepad. When she finished she turned it around for him to read.

Lily

“I’m Sam.” She pulled the notepad back towards her. “You indicated you didn’t have a place to stay. Is there anyone I can contact for you? Friends, family?” Lily shook her head. “You’re alone.” She nodded. Quietly he said, “You ran away from him.” Her body stiffened and she looked ready to run for the door. Then the kettle began to whistle.

Lily looked towards it as Sam stood and walked over to the stove. As he began making two cups of tea he turned to look at her. “Milk and sugar?” She nodded. When he finished he returned to the table. Lily seemed to shrink away from him when he set her cup down in front of her.

When he returned to his seat across from her he said, “I won’t hurt you.” She watched him a moment before looking down at her cup. “I know he’s hurt you,” he added quietly. Her eyes snapped up at him. “I saw.” Again she looked away. “I won’t make you go back.” She picked up the pen and wrote on the notepad.

Thank you

Sam nodded before picking up his cup and taking a sip. Lily glanced down at her cup again before picking it up and taking a sip. As she did her eyes closed and a peaceful look briefly crossed her face. For a moment he thought he saw the slightest hint of a smile play on her lips. “You like the tea?” Her eyes opened as she looked at him and nodded.

[sirswooshnoodles]

Image descriptions: many many tags:

#as a jeweler: DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE THEY DONE #if thats actual garnet. why would you do that to it #if it isnt: ill kill you for lying #but from the photos alone: that isnt silver

#thats some mystery metal shit that you dont want touching your skin because why does it look like its rusting

#when silver us dirty even from soldering it doesnt ever look luke that

#AND ANOTHER THING! that prong setting? not even fully closed half those prongs are barely touching that stone that shits gonna be wiggling-

#and wobling scratching up that stone and being a nusiance to keep clean PLUS its gonna get caught on everything

#ALSO from the look of the stones in all of them #theyve been touched woth heat and are damaged. dont buy damaged stones theyre gonna break eventually

#but anyway those almost def arwnt garnet. from the look of the other settings id say a shitty quality cubic zirc because those are - #settings you can only do by casting (or gluing them in like costume jewelery)

#whoch makes me wonder what castong house would stoop That

Low

#all the canadian ones wont even take ur order without proof of professional trainin

#okay im done i gotta go to work

#sorry laz im back #THE VISIBLE SOLDERI G GOD

#i would have been ripped to shreds o the solder job alone if i tried to present that as even a first attempt at a prong setting

#WHY DIDNT THEY CLEAN THE FUCKING SOLDER BLOBS

#its kne thing if ur setting is fucked but to be visibly VISIBLY a shitty rush job with no clean up work #come ON PEOPLE

#this os all im going to think about for the next 7 hours of my shift i

‹now it

#its. so poorly made

#like they went throigh the effort of goving a fairly decent effort in the photography. AS IF THE WOULD HELP THE SLAPPED TOGETHER BULLSHIT

#im just #im astounded

#if this was practice work i wouldnt bat an eye

#BUT THATS THE FUCKING FINISHED PRODUCT #THATS WHAT THEYRE SELLING

#i would be too ashamed of the piss poor craftsmanship to even consider selli g that with my name attatched #im just. im just. why are they so dirty

#did you not even try to clean them nameless etsy seller????

#you can see the spots where they filed and sanded. but they didnt bother to clean anything. why is it so crusty

#they could be just ok. but there is ZERO finishing work done #like they skipped the most intensive part of the process #you cant just skip finishing work man

#like even if you dont polish them you dont have to polish them #but you need to clean. you need to tske off the solder blobs and you need to clean whatever scum is stuck to your metal

#laz tell me one thing what kind of metal are they advertising this as i need to know

#prev. the metal on all listings is Sterling Silver

#STERLING????? I THINK THE FUCK NOT

#first off. thats too dark to be sterling. SECOND. STERLING AT NO POINT STARTS TO LOOK LIKE THAT NO MATTER HOW DIRTY #it looks also like those have never NEVER seen a pickle pot let alone some soap and water

#sterling at no point becomes slightly yellow

#not even nickle silver (a common alloy people try to pass off as sterling) looks like that after soldering and nickle silver looks gnarly-#before you pickle it and do your finishing on it. like thats not even nickle??? unnamed etsy seller i have questions

#like. are they intentionally and willfully decieving people? or were they lied to by a supplier and dont have the training to know that??

#Also. the second to last ring. baby girl why is the metal itsself cracked. who hurt you

End of tags

Next image is a stick figure holding a box of popcorn with a speech bubble saying “damn”.

End descriptions.

I believe all these tags are from the same person but who isn’t shown so I’m not 100% sure.

Note: typos in the tags are from the photos I didn’t feel like fixing them

kinda obsessed with these, clearly beginner, rings on Etsy being marketed as garnet when i'd bet money that they are glass

the metal work is. certainly better than what i've ever made, so i don't want to speak to harshly. but uh. um.

[grapechidna]

# 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐀 - Independent , private , selective and low activity sideblog for 𝐊𝐍𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐀 based around the cinematic universe. Loved by Iggy ( 27 , any prns , est ) . Follows back from @robotn1k .

blogroll : @eggspresso (stone) , @chaoscharge (shadow)

RULES & MORE BELOW.

BASIC.

Hi! Thank you so much for checking out my blog. First things first I'd like to say that followbacks take me some time as I like to check out your blog and thoroughly read your rules / muse pages. If I do not follow you back after a week's time then I am not currently interested. It is nothing at all against you. I just try to keep a small following count to keep my dash clean and my sanity intact.

Personals you may follow / send in asks and like my stuff but PLEASE do not reblog my threads! I also wish to add that I absolutely ADORE OCs with a passion c: I am duplicate friendly as well and do not care if you reblog stuff from me. Just try to send stuff in on occasion so I don't outwardly feel like a meme source. Minors absolutely do not follow me. I'll block you. 

DRAMA / TRIGGERING CONTENT.

Please do not involve me in drama. It makes me uncomfortable and also most things can be resolved in private between those involved. I do not follow callout culture either, unless the person in question is an actual threat to anyone's online presence. If I personally mess up or you have an issue with someone I interact with, I ask that you come to me privately (off anon) so we may discuss things. Know I will never be upset!

Onto more important things if you're a bigot of any kind, against the LGBTQIA+ community, or any of that unsavory stuff you are not welcome here.I am not here to police what you write and I ask the same courtesy be applied to me. The block button exists for a reason after all. Though some topics I refuse to write are: Rape, Incest, Underage, and Beastiality.

SHIPPING / NSFW.

Shipping is fun, but it isn't what I'm explicitly here for. Neither is NSFW. I won't write any NSFW on this blog because I'm uncomfortable with it for a multitude of reasons. So please don't be weird about that fact. I will block you 🙏

 WRITING / FORMATTING.

I write. A lot. I tend to overdescribe and so my replies can get quite lengthy. That being said I do not ever expect you to match my length! Just give me something to work with and we'll be fine. I am fine with multiple threads as well, and also do not mind if you turn asks into threads. As for formatting I tend to use small text and a mix of bold and italics. Icons are used on occasion depending on the character, but I am totally fine with iconless roleplay as well! 

ACTIVITY.

I am mobile bound a good 90% of the time for numerous reasons, so it may take me a while to get to threads. On top of that my mental health takes top priority, and some days I barely have energy to get out of bed. Please bear with me, and know that if I take a while to respond it is not out of disinterest or dislike. I just have a lot going on irl as well that Tumblr is sort of a backburner for me currently. I am usually busy on the weekends, so the best place to reach me to chat / plot is Discord! I just ask that we are mutuals and you lmk who you are! 

MUN.

Hi! My name's Iggy (or Topaz) and I've been writing for a very, very long time. I like hiking and nature photography, as well as rock and bone collecting. I love to talk ooc as well, since it really does help getting to know the people I write with. Speaking of ooc, I tend to post a bit of it but it is appropriately tagged and deleted after a few hours so as to not clog the dash. Please know also that if you ever need anything at all that I am here for you, and my IMs / asks are open to all! <3

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

Attention! I am Out of Order until further notice. My 'Stupid People' filter needs cleaning & My 'Give A Damn' batteries funny T-Shirt

This t-shirt makes a bold statement with a mix of humor and honesty. The front features a cheeky "Attention!" followed by the declaration: "I am Out of Order until further notice. My 'Stupid People' filter needs cleaning & My 'Give A Damn' batteries have run out." It's the perfect way to show the world you're temporarily unavailable for nonsense or drama, offering a hilarious and relatable excuse for taking a step back. Whether you're feeling a little burned out or just need a break from the chaos, this shirt says it all with a wink and a laugh. Perfect for those days when you’re so done.

Get comfortable with our 100% cotton crew neck t-shirts. Made of 100% soft cotton for a smooth, breathable fit. Pre-shrunk cotton tees are perfect for layering or wearing alone. Lightweight fabric keeps you cool and dry so you can look great and feel great all day. The perfect tee shirt for a modern casual look. Not too long so you can wear these untucked with a pair of jeans or chinos. Looks great under a casual blazer and jeans for a relaxed Friday style. Stylish and versatile everyday crew neck tees are a wardrobe staple.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Tumble dry low.

Due to different light settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

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Welcome to Granny’s Store! Discover a delightful collection of handcrafted goods, vintage-inspired apparel, and cozy home essentials that bring warmth and charm to your everyday life. Each item is thoughtfully curated, reflecting the love and care of a granny’s touch. We’ve got a fantastic selection of distressed flannels, cozy t-shirts, trendy tumblers, and so much more. Whether you’re looking for a laid-back outfit or a fun accessory, you’ll find something special here. Don’t forget to check out our seasonal items and unique finds that capture that charming, vintage vibe! Remember, Granny and Grandpa's Custom Creations is that "hidden" gem with unique, great quality, fun, gorgeous, innovative, and inexpensive gifts for your Loved Ones or yourself for your next shopping trip! Granny and Grandpa’s Custom Creations store offers something special for everyone. Whether you’re searching for a one-of-a-kind treasure or a heartfelt gift, you’ll find a warm, welcoming atmosphere that feels just like home. Step into Shop Granny Store online or in store and experience the magic of timeless treasures!

[taazakhabar07]

The Ultimate Guide to Gadget Reviews: Exploring the Latest Smartphones and Cool Gadgets in India

Welcome to my deep dive into the world of gadget reviews, where we explore the latest smartphone reviews, discover cool gadgets, and keep up with the latest technology news in India. In a rapidly changing tech landscape, it can be tough to find the best products that fit your needs. Fear not! I'm here to help you navigate this exciting journey.

Why Gadget Reviews Matter

Have you ever bought a gadget only to be disappointed? I have, and it’s not fun. That’s why reading reviews before purchasing can save you time and money. With the right information, you can make informed decisions and avoid buyer’s remorse.

Here’s why gadget reviews are crucial:

Informed Decisions: They provide insights into product features, performance, and real-world usability.

Latest Trends: Reviews keep you updated on the latest tech trends and innovations.

Consumer Experience: They give you a glimpse of what actual users think, not just what companies say.

What Makes a Good Gadget Review?

When I look for gadget reviews, I want to know several key points:

Performance: How well does the gadget work?

Usability: Is it easy to use?

Design: Does it look and feel good?

Value for Money: Is it worth the price tag?

Customer Support: What happens if something goes wrong?

Now, let’s explore some of the most talked-about gadgets on the market.

Latest Smartphone Reviews

1. Apple iPhone 15 Pro

Release Date: September 2023

Key Features: A16 Bionic chip, improved camera system, ProMotion display

Price: Starting at ₹1,34,900

The Apple iPhone 15 Pro is making waves in the smartphone world. The A16 Bionic chip delivers lightning-fast performance. You’ll love the improved camera system, which captures stunning photos even in low light. The ProMotion display provides a smoother experience when scrolling and gaming.

Pros:

Excellent camera performance

Fast charging capabilities

Sleek design

Cons:

High price point

Limited customisation options

If you’re already in the Apple ecosystem, the iPhone 15 Pro feels like a natural upgrade. However, if you’re looking for more flexibility, consider other options.

2. Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra

Release Date: February 2023

Key Features: Snapdragon 8 Gen 2, 200 MP camera, S Pen support

Price: Starting at ₹1,24,999

Samsung has a reputation for high-end smartphones, and the Galaxy S23 Ultra is no exception. The 200 MP camera is a game-changer. You can capture details like never before. Plus, the S Pen makes it easy to jot down notes and sketches.

Pros:

Stunning display

Versatile camera features

Long battery life

Cons:

Bulkier than other models

Expensive accessories

If you want a powerhouse device that does it all, the Galaxy S23 Ultra might be your match.

3. Google Pixel 8 Pro

Release Date: October 2023

Key Features: Google Tensor G3 chip, exceptional camera, clean Android experience

Price: Starting at ₹1,06,999

The Google Pixel 8 Pro stands out for its camera quality and clean software experience. The Google Tensor G3 chip enhances photo processing, making it ideal for photography enthusiasts.

Pros:

Best-in-class camera software

Regular software updates

Clean Android experience

Cons:

Battery life could be better

Limited availability in some regions

The Pixel 8 Pro is perfect for anyone who values photography and simplicity in their tech.

Cool Gadgets to Check Out

Let’s switch gears and look at some cool gadgets that caught my attention recently.

1. Apple AirPods Pro (2nd Generation)

Release Date: September 2023

Key Features: Active noise cancellation, spatial audio, improved battery life

Price: ₹26,900

The AirPods Pro have evolved. The second generation offers better sound quality and improved noise cancellation. You can truly immerse yourself in music or podcasts without distractions.

Pros:

Excellent sound quality

Comfortable fit

Long battery life

Cons:

Pricey compared to competitors

Limited features without an Apple device

If you own an iPhone, the AirPods Pro are a fantastic companion for your listening needs.

2. Sony WH-1000XM5

Release Date: May 2023

Key Features: Industry-leading noise cancellation, long battery life, touch controls

Price: ₹34,990

The Sony WH-1000XM5 headphones are a fantastic choice for anyone seeking the best noise cancellation. The sound quality is superb, making these headphones great for music lovers or frequent flyers.

Pros:

Outstanding noise cancellation

Comfortable for long use

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Pros:

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Good battery life

Cons:

Limited app selection

Works best with Samsung devices

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[goldyknows]

This is going to be a post of praise for someone but also a little lesson for people not in the photography industry.

So many times people see my advertisements and think that the photo sessions should be free. I don't know what they're smoking or have been into but it must be interesting.

On Days of a shoot, it's usually 3 hours of prep time getting gear settled and ready. Getting cards cleared and backed up, batteries charged, cleaning up the studio from the shoot before, etc. Also on any given day, I could be using up to $100,000 worth of equipment for the shoot. As much as I love to think of a photo fairy waving their wand at me and giving me free gear that also costs photographers a lot.

I always wonder how people can't understand this but it never surprises me. What does surprise me is when I meet clients and friends like that of Miss Kimberly... Several weeks ago.

Kimberly Spaulding signed up for her 15-minute call where we discuss what she's looking for, details, and other options. She started to tell me her vast story of having every important job under the sun. Literally, there is no talent this one doesn't have nor experience to Go with it. Her resume is so extensive that many times future employers didn't believe it could even be real. That's how astonishing this woman is.

Before we were even finished with the phone call I sent her the invoice to pay, which is required because I need to block the day, hire the most fantastic makeup artist in Nashville, and prepare for their shoot. No different than putting money down on a wedding, or a restaurant reservation, if you don't show we lost revenue. Let me tell you about this chick! Not only did she understand the assignment but she paid her invoice before we even were off the phone. Little did I know she would be showing up to HER photo shoot with a bunch of extra clothing she just happened to have brand new with tags on it, to pay forward to the next woman's photo shoot. She wanted to add it to "Goldy's Closet" to make sure that I had every size card for future friends and clients.

This woman has an absolute heart of gold. We had one of the most spectacular photo shoots to date. One of her requests was a leather jacket in a specific size. I posted on Facebook in our community and lo and behold this wonderful neighbor said, I've got two for you to choose from. I was blown away by the kindness she gave to strangers she'd never met.

Kimberly rocked not only those leather jackets but one studded punk rock jacket from a famous band in the UK. I've been saving it for a special occasion and clearly, we found one!

Her theme for the photo shoot was "contrast". And that every shot was. She was combining nightgowns and negligees with leather jackets and top hats adorned with big red flowers. She literally put together so many outfits that look like they were straight from the pages of Vogue. I was so proud to see someone with golden long blonde hair other than myself taking risks and pushing herself out of her comfort zone.

I will let the photos speak for themselves so that you can see how clearly beautiful this woman is on the outside. But I wish you could have spent the day with us and learned about her inner beauty because it shines brighter than any light I've ever seen.

Kimberly thanks for trusting us with your photos and letting us be a fly on the wall What makes you tick in life. Thanks for allowing us to create such fabulous images that will leave such a badass legacy behind someday.

Another 40 over 40 women's portrait experience home run!

. . . . #TheFactoryPhotography #TheFactoryPhotographyByGoldy #GoldyLocks #nashvillephotographer #nashvillephotography MUA Lorrie Bradshaw

[theautisticbarbie]

A Bird of Praise

Act II

Chapter I: Spring’s Blossom

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Welp! Here’s the start of Act II! I’m gonna post a new chapter everyday since I posted act I all at once! Heads up that there is smut in the next chapter.

Chapter summary: Tara enjoys spring with her new boyfriend, Jonathan Byers, but things are not looking as bright as they seem.

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of sex, mentions of virginity loss, angst towards the end

Despite the horrid events that took place, the winter felt less harsh than usual. Even still, when spring came, it blossomed into full bloom. The air smelled clean and the temperature was perfect for a light jacket.

Perfect weather for Jonathan’s photography assignment. It was a freestyle shoot at a landscape of your choice.

Jonathan chose the quarry by his home. It was easy to shoot, easy to get to and he could get some beautiful shots, especially this time of year.

Tara, of course, tagged along for the ride. The two of them made a date out of it and had their cute moments.

She sat down by the quarry, gazing at the clouds as the breeze gently tussled her brunette waves.

“Wait! Hold still! Just like that! Don’t move a muscle!” Jonathan said, holding up his camera.

He snapped a few photos from different angles. “Perfect!” he declared.

Tara smiled and looked at Jonathan. “Did I tell you that I auditioned for principal for the spring showcase?”

“You mentioned it, yeah. How did it go?”

“Well, I didn’t get principal, but I DID get a Demi-soloist role!”

“That’s great!”

“We’re doing Sleeping Beauty and I was picked to be the Lilac Fairy! She’s the one who negates Carabosse’s evil curse so that instead of dying, Princess Rose just sleeps for 100 years.”

“Does she still wake up from being kissed?”

“Always.”

Tara leaned over and kissed Jonathan playfully on his lips.

The two nearly got into a make-out session before Jonathan pulled away, bringing up his camera. “I gotta finish this.”

Once the two got home, they were pleased to see that they had the house all to themselves. Will was still at the arcade with the party and Joyce was still on that date with the new guy she was seeing. Tara never did quite catch his name, but he seemed pretty nice.

Tara and Jonathan immediately resumed making out once they got in the door.

“Why don’t we take this upstairs?,” he offered.

“What’s upstairs?” Tara asked, confused.

“My bed, condoms and lube if we need it,” Jonathan said between kisses.

“Oh…” Tara said, pulling away.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” Tara sighed. “I never… I mean I’ve never…”

“Never…?”

“I’m a virgin!” Tara finally blurted out, embarrassed.

“Oh,” Jonathan blushed. “Well, that’s okay!”

“Are you a virgin, too?” Tara asked curiously.

“No,” Jonathan answered, laughing out the sides of his mouth.

“Ah, I see…”

“Look, how about this? After the Spring Fling, we’ll go somewhere where we can be alone and I’ll make it nice and special for you.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course.”

The two decided to snuggle and watch television for the rest of the evening.

Once Joyce and her date got back to the house, Jonathan and Tara were asleep on the couch.

The two were woken up by the opening and closing of the front door.

Tara looked at Jonathan’s watch and saw that it was past midnight. Oh boy was she thankful that her mother had a full workload for the entire spring break. Holidays were always a busy time for people in the airline industry. Especially flight attendants.

“Hey there!” Joyce’s date spoke. “Don’t tell me! Sara, right?”

“Tara, but you were close….”

“Bob,” he finished, sparing Tara the awkward pause searching for his name.

“Right! Bob!” Tara said, feeling embarrassed that she forgot such a simple name.

“Come on,” Jonathan interjected to mitigate any awkward silence. “It’s late. I’ll drive you home.”

The night of the Spring Fling, Joyce got plenty of pictures of Jonathan and Tara together.

“Aren’t you two so cute?”Joyce cooed.

Will decided to ask Jennifer Hayes to the dance, possibly because she was the one who cried at his farce of a funeral, though it was clear, both from their interaction and dynamic, that they were just going as friends.

The car ride there was full of amusement.

“Are you two excited?” Tara asked Will and Jennifer.

The dance itself wasn’t particularly eventful, as is usually the case with formal dances that were being shared by 2 schools.

Jonathan, however, seemed distant and avoidant. Whenever Tara tried to kiss him, he moved away and he just seemed generally detached from the situation.

“What’s wrong, Jonathan?” Tara finally asked.

“Huh?”

“It’s just that you’ve been kinda distracted tonight. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine…” Jonathan’s voice trailed off again and this time Tara decided to look to see what it was that had her boyfriend’s attention.

And boy did she regret it immediately.

What Jonathan was staring at was Nancy Wheeler slow dancing with Steve Harrington.

“Why… why are you staring at Nancy?” Tara asked, dejected. “You’re supposed to be MY boyfriend! You’re here with me!”

Jonathan sighed, as if he had some horrible confession to make. “God, why am I doing this to you?”

“Doing what?” Tara asked, confused.

“Look, Tara, I was,” Jonathan sighed heavily, “I was only pretending to be your boyfriend.”

“What…”

“I don’t know! I just thought if I entertained your little crush on me, you would get better faster and I wouldn’t feel as bad about you nearly getting killed trying to save Will!”

“So, I’m your guilty burden?” Tara asked, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

“No! No! Of course not! Look, you’re gonna find some guy who is way better than I am, and—“

“You know what, Jonathan! Spare me! I can’t believe you would lie to me like this!”

Tara turned around to storm off.

“Wait! Tara, where are you going?”

“I’m going home!”

“How? I was your ride here!”

“I’ve got 2 legs that aren’t broken!”

Only one thought repeatedly ran through Tara’s mind as she walked off.

Don’t let him see you cry.

[cheerscoops]

Steve Harrington x Reader || 3k

If you had known exactly what the amazing job opportunity your photography professor had offered you was, you probably wouldn’t have accepted it. He made it sound so appealing though. It paid above minimum wage, and it was only nights and weekends, so it wouldn’t interfere with any of the classes you were taking. It seemed almost too good to be true.

Of course, that’s because it was too good to be true. You’d unknowingly accepted a job as the photographer in Santa’s Village down at the Starcourt Mall. When you saw the bright red and green elf costume that you were going to be required to wear, you contemplated bailing, but as a broke college student, you decided you couldn’t afford to turn down the best paying job you could find over something as trivial as a jingle bell hat with fake elf ears.

You adjusted your name tag as you entered the staff room for Santa’s Village employees. If there was one saving grace of the job, it was that you got to choose your own elf name. You’d settled on Noelle. Simple, sweet, and Christmas-y enough to be a decent name for an elf without being obnoxious about it. The other two “elves” that you’d be working with were already there and wrapped up in conversation. Their name tags read “Jingle” and “Jangle,” so you figured they must have known each other prior to this and chosen their names together. Jangle said something that made Jingle laugh, and she shoved his shoulder in response.

Just as you were about to introduce yourself, a woman dressed up as Mrs. Claus entered the room and commanded your attention.

“Alright everybody. Listen up,” she said as she looked down at the clipboard in her hands. “Our first shift is starting in about five minutes, and I’ve got a lot of information to cover before that happens. We’ve got a few ground rules to cover, and then I’ll hand out job assignments. First and foremost, we only refer to each other as our character names out there. I don’t care if you use your real names in the break room, but we are creating Christmas magic, and we don’t want to break that illusion for the kids. Keep your language clean and your faces looking happy. I don’t care what’s going on out there. You’ve gotta keep smiling. None of you will be in the photographs, but you’re still a part of the experience, and no one likes a cranky elf. Save it for your breaks. We all take a break at the same time. Weekends like today are four hours from the start of the shift, an hour for lunch, and then another four hours on the floor. Week night shifts are six hours on the floor with a break somewhere in the middle. Santa chooses when that happens.

“Now, for your job assignments. Noelle, you’re the one with photography experience, right?”

You nod.

“Good. You’ll be our camera elf. You snap a couple pictures while Santa is talking to the kids, and then you get a posed shot at the end. Super simple. Jangle, you’re in charge of walking the kids over to Santa and helping them on and off his lap if needed. Jingle, you hand every child a candy cane and a tiny stuffed reindeer before you reunite them with their parents at my table. I take care of getting them to buy photos and all payments. The first day we’re open is usually pretty slow, but it will get busier the closer we get to Christmas. Take a minute to prepare your happy faces, and then meet me out there.”

With that, Mrs. Claus turned and exited the staff room.

“I don’t know what I was expecting from Joyce as our boss, but it definitely wasn’t a no nonsense control freak. Who spit her Christmas cocoa?” Jingle said, earning a laugh from Jangle. Satisfied with his response, she turned towards you.

“I’m Robin, and this is Steve,” she said. She waited for you to introduce yourself before speaking again. “Please never call us by our elf names if we aren’t on the floor. I hate them more than anything in the world.”

“You’re the one who picked them,” Steve replied. “This is totally your fault.”

“Only because you wanted to call yourself Hermey. What kind of name is that?”

“Hey! Don’t disrespect the first elf dentist like that. He probably did wonders for the world of elf tooth decay.”

At first, you weren’t sure how to take their bantering, but you soon learned that this was just the way they were with each other. In addition to the bantering, they seemed to speak in a silent language of eyebrow raises and weird looks throughout the morning half of your shift. During lunch, they practically sat on top of each other and shared Robin’s sandwich since Steve had neglected to bring his own food. There was a familiarity between the two of them that led you to believe that they were intimately involved in some way. They definitely made a cute couple.

And maybe knowing that Steve had a girlfriend that he was obviously very committed to would help to keep you from developing a crush on him because, by the end of your first week working alongside him, it was obvious to you that you’d be a goner otherwise. When the kids didn’t want to smile for their pictures, he made funny faces at them from behind the camera and told corny jokes to get them to laugh. Even though he hated the hat that they were forced to wear as a part of their uniform, he never complained in front of the kids, and he always had a smile on his face. He always asked the kids what their names were if he didn’t overhear their parents saying them, and he whispered their names to Santa just so you could see the kids’ faces light up when Santa already knew who they were. Those were some of your best candid shots.

You could pinpoint the exact moment that sealed it for you. It was towards the end of your shift on Sunday. The mall was closing in half an hour, and Mrs. Claus had already closed the line for pictures with Santa to make sure that everyone who had already been waiting got to have the full experience with the big guy. When it was finally the last little girl in line's turn, she started to have one of the worst meltdowns you'd seen so far that week.

Meltdowns weren't exactly uncommon. Sometimes, the kids were just tired from waiting in line for so long and desperately needed a nap. Other times, their parents had dressed them in fancy clothes to get a decent Christmas card photo that were too itchy or too warm, and the kids wanted nothing more than to be wearing literally anything else at that moment. And then, there were times when they were afraid of Santa and needed a little extra encouragement to make their way over to him. Even when he was in the Santa get up, Hopper was a pretty intimidating guy, and you couldn’t really blame the kids who were afraid to go up to him before they saw the kindness in his smile. You weren't sure which one was the case for this little girl, but she was wailing, clinging to her mother's leg, and refusing to get any closer to Santa than she already was.

“Tiffany, sweetie, what’s wrong?” the woman asked as she tried to coax her daughter forward. “You were so excited to see Santa just a minute ago. Don’t you want to show him your pretty dress and tell him what you want for Christmas?”

“Don’t wanna!” the little girl cried as she gripped her mother’s leg even tighter.

“I am so sorry about this,” the woman said to no one in particular. “She’s not usually like this. She loved meeting him last year. I honestly have no idea what happened.”

The woman was about to scoop up her daughter to leave, but Steve stepped in and crouched down to get on the little girl’s level.

“Hey there,” he said softly, trying not to scare her. “Do you wanna tell Jangle what’s wrong? Maybe I can help.”

The little girl’s eyes darted between Steve and Santa before she went back to hiding behind her mother’s legs.

“Does Santa make you nervous?” he asked.

The little girl nodded.

“Santa used to make me really nervous, too.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes going wide.

“Oh yeah. The first time I met him, I was shaking so much that the jingle bells on my shoes and hat were going nuts. But you wanna know a secret? Santa is maybe the nicest guy in the whole world, and he gives the best hugs. And I know that nothing bad is gonna happen if you go see him. I’ll be right there the whole time if you need a buddy.”

“You promise?”

“I pinky promise.”

He held out his pinky to her, and she linked her own finger with his before cautiously stepping away from her mother. 

Most kids walked up to Santa on their own, or their parents carried them over if they were too little to walk on their own. However, this time, Steve took the girl's hand in his and slowly walked her over to Santa. You watched as he leaned in and whispered the girl's name to Hopper before moving to help her up onto his lap. For a moment, the girl clung to Steve in the tightest of hugs, and your heart melted as you snapped a couple candids of the moment.

Once she was securely on Santa's lap, Steve made his way back over to his position next to you and the girl's mom, and the rest of the interaction went smoothly. But, in the back of your mind, you were trying to push down the way your heart fluttered when you thought about him.

As soon as your shift ended, Robin ran ahead to take off her elf uniform in the locker room as soon as humanly possible. Hopper and Joyce were in deep conversation about the days numbers which left you and Steve to make the walk back to the locker room together.

"You were amazing with that last kid," you said, trying to fill the silence.

"That? I was just winging it. I have no idea what I'm doing," he replied.

"No, really. I never could've diffused that meltdown as easily as you did. She loved you. All of the kids do."

"It was nothing. You're the one with the actual skills here. Capturing everyone's memories."

"I just point and click," you said with a shrug.

"For the posed pictures maybe. But the candids? That's art. That one family who picked up their pictures yesterday couldn't stop gushing about the one you got of their kid kissing Santa's cheek. If I'd tried to do that, it probably would have been blurry or my thumb would have been in the picture. You're really talented."

You could feel a blush starting to warm your cheeks.

"Well, maybe we should just agree that we're both skilled in different and equally impressive ways."

"I guess I can agree to that."

Just then, Robin came bursting out of the locker room and told Steve to hurry up and get changed so they could leave, and you were instantly reminded that Steve had a girlfriend, and you couldn't flirt with him. The last thing you wanted to do was come between them and end up in an uncomfortable work situation. You were going to respect boundaries even if it killed you.

But after that moment, you could have sworn that Steve was flirting with you. The two of you shared smiles over particularly adorable children and weird looks when the more spoiled ones appeared. Whenever he ran over to steal a candy cane from Robin, he always brought one over for you as well. He joked around with you in your minimal downtime, and the two of you had made a game out of seeing who could flick the jingle bell on the other's hat the most without getting caught. You would have loved it if you didn't feel so guilty about it.

After a week of feeling like a bad person for enjoying all of the attention Steve was giving you, you couldn’t take it anymore. Steve seemed like the type of guy who would flirt with everyone without realizing it, but that didn’t mean that you should be flirting back.

You waited until the end of your shift before pulling Robin aside in the locker room.

“Can we talk?” you asked.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I think I owe you an apology.”

“Is this about the candy canes that Steve keeps stealing for the two of you? Because I’m not really mad about that. I just like messing with him.”

“No. I mean, maybe a little bit? I don’t know,” you started. Talking to Robin about this had seemed so much easier when you were psyching yourself up to do it, but now that you were in the moment, you could barely find the words to speak.

“It’s just that I think Steve has been flirting with me, and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t flirting back, and -”

“So he was flirting with you? I wondered if that’s what he was trying to do, but I swear I can’t tell the difference between his flirting and a train wreck half the time.”

“Yeah, I think he was. And that’s really not fair to you, you know?”

“I mean, yeah, I’d prefer it if he didn’t do it while we’re supposed to be working, but it doesn’t bother me if that’s what he wants to do.”

“So you’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Well, I’ve tried not to make a habit out of flirting with unavailable guys, and he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

You weren’t sure what you had expected her response to be, but it definitely wasn’t her doubling over in a laugh so powerful that she had to take a seat on one of the locker room benches.

“I’m sorry,” Robin said after she’d finally caught her breath. “I shouldn’t be laughing at you. But you seriously thought Steve and I were together?”

“Yes? I mean, you two are always all over each other. I figured you had to be together with how close you are.”

“He’s my best friend, and neither of us are very good with the whole personal space thing, but that’s all there is to it. We are Platonic with a capital P.”

“So, I’m not actually coming between you guys?”

Robin stood up and put her hands on your shoulders.

“I can’t emphasize this enough, but I would rather make out with my chain-smoking great aunt Bertha than even think about kissing Steve. If you want to flirt with him, feel free to do so. It doesn’t bother me at all.”

With that, Robin picked up her bag and exited the room. Instantly, a wave of relief washed over you. You still felt a little bad about flirting with him when you thought he had a girlfriend, but the guilt was slowly disappearing now that you knew you weren’t a homewrecker.

Once you’d changed back into your regular clothes, you exited the locker room to find Steve and Robin waiting for you. As soon as she saw you, Robin pushed Steve towards you and shouted that she’d be waiting by the car before running off and leaving the two of you alone.

“Well, that’s Robin for you,” Steve said with a laugh.

“She’s really not subtle about anything, is she?” you asked.

“Not even a little bit.” Steve shoved his hands in his front pockets and smiled at you. “So, you really thought that Robin and I were a couple?”

“I can’t believe she told you that.”

“She’s my best friend. Obviously, she wasn’t going to keep that a secret.”

“In my defense, you two fully act like you’re together.”

“Well, we aren’t.” He took another step towards you. “So, I’m going to be completely honest with you. I kind of have a policy about not dating people I work with. Keeps the job less complicated, you know?”

“So, you weren’t flirting with me?” If dying of embarrassment was possible, you were pretty sure that you would have dropped dead on the spot.

“Oh, I was definitely flirting with you. I was just going to wait to ask you out until after our last shift.”

Once again, you could feel your face heating up because of this man. You were going to have to work on that if you planned on surviving the rest of your shifts together.

“So, does this mean you’re still going to steal me candy canes in the middle of our shifts? Because I’ve gotten pretty used to that, and I would hate it if my mistake kept that from happening.”

“I think I can make it happen. I’ve got a hook up with the girl who passes out the candy canes. I’m pretty sure I can convince her to look the other way every once in a while since she’s very obviously into me,” he said with a smirk.

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Never.”

“Well, in that case, I would like to preemptively accept your future offer of a date to dispel any notion that I still think you two are a couple.”

“I’ll start planning something for after the holidays then.” “Can’t wait.”

The end of this job couldn’t come soon enough.

[f1yogurt]

Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: You and Niki meet up before the race, and the romantic tension continues as the two of you dance around each other on the track. Will someone make the first move?

AO3 Link – SNAPSHOT IN THE FAST LANE

Chapter Rating: G

Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Chapter Tags: F1 Journalists, Photography, Niki Lauda, Heinz Prüller, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, Original Male Characters

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter Warnings: none

A/N: And the slow burn continues! Fun fact: My original character, Henry Sutton, is a small reference to the British F1 photographer Mark Sutton who is still taking pictures for major magazines like Autosport today.

After a good night’s rest, you rose bright and early the next morning, ready to head to the track. It was race day, and as a photographer, you would need to be at the track early before all the other teams and drivers arrived. Which meant that you needed to meet up with the group of other journalists who were all taking the press bus together to the track.

You made your way downstairs, grabbing a complimentary water and bagel from the breakfast area on the way out. You already saw a few other journalists gathered outside. Sure enough, Heinz was there amongst the group, and you walked over to greet him.

“Morning,” you said, shoving the water bottle in your travel bag. In your pack, you also carried a few cameras and lenses with you, along with some extra supplies that you needed for spending an entire day on the track. Heinz grinned.

“Good morning,” he replied. “Excited for today? It should be a good race.” You nodded, putting on your sunglasses to shade your eyes from the rising sun.

“Yes, I’m excited,” you replied, taking a bite of your bagel and adjusting the bag on your back. “Should give me lots of opportunities for great photos. Any predictions on podium positions?” Your question immediately had a few journalists call out their predictions.

“Clay!” one of them shouted.

“No, Lauda! He has the season record, no way he’s going to lose it now!”

“Definitely going to be Hunt and Scheckter on this track. James will be up there for sure!” The chatter among the men got louder as they began to debate the race winners. 

Predicting the top drivers was typical on race day. It was crucial for all of you to try and position yourselves for an interview or photograph at the winning team’s garage. Photos of podium drivers would earn you money, but pictures of a driver on the back of the grid weren’t likely to sell to anyone. Such was life in the Formula One circus.

The bus finally could be seen in the distance, and you sighed as you shoved the last bit of bagel in your mouth. One of the journalists walked up to you, and you recognized him as Henry Sutton. He was a friend of yours and a British journalist who worked for a popular magazine in England. He was also a man who was in constant need of photographs for his articles.

“Hey, my editor is looking for a clean picture of Fittipaldi,” he said. “Can you do that?” The man looked slightly desperate, and you chuckled.

“Of course, Henry, you know I can,” you said. “Give me your card, and write your editor’s number on the back. I’ll chat with you both later, and we can negotiate prices once I have the pictures.” Henry pulled out a pen to write a few things on a card and then handed it to you, thanking you again.

The bus finally pulled up to the curb, and everyone began to file into a line, all crowding together.

“I think I’ll hang around the McLaren garage,” Sutton said, walking up the steps of the bus in front of you. “James is sure to be up there in the rankings today. Even if he doesn’t finish well, he’s always game for an interview.” You hummed thoughtfully.

“I’m predicting a Lauda win,” you said, grinning as you took your seat next to Heinz. “You can find me in the Ferrari pits.” Heinz just chuckled fondly.

“As always.”

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The bus ride was typical, filled with lots of chatter about the latest paddock gossip. It wasn’t long before you arrived at the track, and the media circus immediately headed for the breakfast tent. There was a cook specifically set up to feed the majority of the journalists, commentators, and photographers at the circuit throughout the day, and all of you wanted breakfast before the drivers arrived.

There were a few picnic tables set up outside the cooking station, and already, a few people sat eating. Murray Walker was among them, and he was currently involved in telling some elaborate story about Jackie Stewart pranking him in the commentary box.

You grabbed your food and then headed back to the table, sitting far enough away from the group that you wouldn’t be pulled into the conversation. Heinz, Sutton, and a few other photographers came to sit near you, and you all ate to the pleasant tune of Murray Walker commentating in the background.

Suddenly, you heard the familiar voice of someone you least expected to be there.

“So, when were one of you going to invite me to breakfast?” You looked up to see Niki Lauda strolling casually over to your table. He was dressed in civvies, wearing casual jeans and a sweatshirt instead of his usual racing gear. The other journalists were just as surprised to see him, and a few called out greetings as Niki came up to the table.

“Hey, Niki!” Heinz greeted, patting the empty space next to him. “Come, take a seat. I am sorry we didn’t send you a formal invitation.” Niki nodded gratefully and he set his bags down before taking a seat next to his friend. He was positioned directly in front of you, and when he looked up, he held your gaze and smiled shyly. You smiled back, remembering the conversation the two of you had yesterday in the garage.

“Niki, the race does not start for another six hours!” an Italian commentator who was sitting a few seats down said, leaning over so that he could see past a few of the men. “What are you doing here?” Niki cleared his throat as the group looked at him curiously.

“I flew here, in a helicopter,” he said, as if people just strolled in on their private helicopter every day. “I am still learning, earning hours to get my pilot's license, so I thought why not do a lesson this morning? But I left with plenty of time to get here if something went wrong. Fortunately, everything went according to plan. Now, I just will spend a long day at the circuit. No problem.”

There was a short silence of awe before a Spanish journalist spoke up.

“Niki, take me with you for a ride!” he said, giving Niki a charming wink. “I promise, I will do the best story about your flying lessons! It will make the front page, I guarantee it!” This kicked off a round of a few other journalists trying to jockey for position. 

Even though most of them were teasing, you watched as Niki started to wilt under all of the unnecessary attention. Lauda declined a few of the men politely, and soon, most of them lost interest and began to chat amongst themselves. You took the opportunity to address Niki alone.

“A helicopter?” you questioned curiously, hoping to pull him out of whatever shell he had closed himself off in. Plus, you were truly interested. “That sounds fun. When did you start flying lessons?” 

Niki looked up at you with such an adorably surprised expression, that it made you wonder how many people had genuinely asked him about his interests before. His face lit up in eagerness, and he began to explain how he got interested in flying, and all of the lessons he had done so far. It was truly another side of him, this flying business, and even though you couldn’t understand most of the aircraft jargon in his explanations, you felt your heart flutter at seeing him talk about one of his passions.

“So, that is how I came to be here, early this morning,” Niki continued, his gaze never leaving your face. “My instructor agreed to fly with me, but I admit, I may have bullied him into it. He wasn’t exactly happy to leave the airport before sunrise.” You chuckled, and you were rewarded with another one of his genuine smiles. 

There was a comfortable lull in the conversation, and you watched as a few of the journalists began to get up from the table. No doubt everyone was going to begin setting up their equipment and walking the garages to position themselves for when the rest of the drivers arrived. You weren’t exactly ready to leave yet, though, and it didn’t seem like Niki was either.

“Are you always here this early?” the Austrian asked, not bothering to get up with the rest of the group. You nodded.

“Usually, yes,” you told him, taking a drink from your water bottle. “Most of the media get here early because we need to be here before the drivers arrive. Most often, I use the time to scope out the circuit, and maybe take a few photos of the lower Formula divisions.” You watched as Niki nodded thoughtfully.

“If you have time later, Ferrari is having a strategy meeting at 11:00. I am hosting it in my trailer, and you are welcome to join us,” Niki said. Heinz, who was still sitting next to him, looked up at you in pleasant surprise. It took everything in you not to stare at the way the journalist was grinning and giving an exaggerated wink, out of Niki’s field of vision. You guessed, by his friend’s reaction, that Niki didn’t usually invite people into his private space like this. Maybe this was his way of asking you out in the workplace.

“Yes, I’d love that,” you said, managing to keep a relatively straight face as Heinz shot you a proud look. Damn the man, he was turning into quite the matchmaker.

“Good,” Niki said, nodding in that blunt, matter of fact way of his. However, his pleased expression softened the harshness of his words.

“Alright, well it sounds like you two have a plan,” Heinz announced loudly, getting up from the table. “I will be in the commentary box, as always. Niki, if–no, when you are on the podium, I will see you there for a television interview with ORF. Good luck, my friend.” Heinz patted Niki’s shoulder good naturedly.

Niki nodded his thanks to his friend, and before he could leave, Heinz he leaned down to say something softer to Niki in German. Whatever the journalist told him caused Niki to blush and look at you.

“Well, you two have fun,” Heinz said, giving you a wave. You waved back, and Niki flipped him the bird, making you laugh as you watched Heinz hurry to catch up with Murray Walker and a few of the other television presenters. After he left, you turned back to Niki, and you couldn’t help but tease him.

“What did he say?” you asked, a playful smile on your face. Niki’s cheeks still had a pink tinge to them, and you watched as he shook his head, looking away shyly.

“Nothing,” he told you, although you laughed at the straight up lie. You wouldn’t force him to tell you though, because his discomfort was endearing, and you had more than one idea of what Heinz had told him.

“I’m sorry if I’m holding you up, by the way,” you said, beginning to gather your things. “I know you usually stay in your trailer before the race.” Niki shook his head, looking eager to continue talking with you.

“No, it is no problem,” he said, standing up as you did. “I have time this morning. I usually walk the circuit this early. Before the fans get here and I have to start signing autographs or doing interviews. Would you like to come with me?” You smiled at his offer. That was the second time he had invited you to do something with him this morning.

“Yes,” you said, swinging your backpack over your shoulders. Niki nodded again, and you watched as he hurried to grab his own bags, which had the Ferrari logo on them.

“Good. We can drop our things at my trailer, and then we can go.”

After stopping by Niki’s trailer to put away your camera equipment, the two of you set off for a stroll around the track. You ducked into a few garages to see the progress of upcoming Formula 2 and 3 drivers, and Niki made some remarks about his own time spent in the lower divisions.

The weather was nice enough that you could stroll around without feeling the sun beat down too harshly. Niki made frequent jokes about some of the young drivers, and you found yourself laughing most of the time in his presence. Before the first race, the marshalls opened up the track for some kind of inspection, and so you were able to walk around the circuit along with some of the other drivers and press officials. 

Niki did his usual inspections of the road and the barriers as you walked, but he also kept up a steady commentary about the track, and about which corners he found the most difficult. It was honestly very refreshing, and you noticed that Niki seemed to really relax here, in his element.

You told him about some of your favorite spots to take pictures, behind the barriers of a few of the most difficult turns, and Niki just shook his head and said you were crazy to be out there like that.

Soon, the handsome Austrian was complaining that if he walked any longer, he would be too tired to race. So, with a laugh, you agreed to head back to his trailer. There, you picked up your things again, and you found yourself sad that your time together was ending.

“Thanks for walking with me,” you told him, holding out your hand, figuring that a handshake wouldn’t hurt. Niki grasped your hand lightly, but instead of shaking it, he turned your wrist so that the back of your hand was face up. He held your fingers gently, and when you didn’t pull away, he leaned down and gently kissed the exposed skin.

“Thank you,” he said. “I enjoyed it. I love your company.” He released your hand and for a moment, you were speechless. The gesture had surprised you, but it wasn’t unwanted. You were about to respond, to say something about loving his company even more, but there was suddenly a commotion of noise behind the trailer. It looked like a few drivers were arriving, and you gave Niki an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I have to go,” you said, stepping down from his trailer. “I’ll see you at 11 for the meeting.”

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

.

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

.

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

.

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself