b.c.

blair campbell // 32 // photographer

[lovesvampire]

random questions for character building (and fun)

go to karaoke song?

a song that describes them?

are they good at sports?

do they have a favorite movie?

three things in their fridge?

most three recently watched on netflix?

celebrity crush?

are they close to their family?

best thing in their life?

greatest regret?

biggest lie?

biggest flaw?

best accomplishment?

greatest fear(s)?

what is their vice? (wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, envy)

what would their hogwarts house be?

did they graduate high school? if so did they attend college?

when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?

have they ever broken someones heart? has someone broken theirs?

have they ever been married? are they married?

do they have children? have they before?

do they want children?

opinion on pets? cats or dogs?

opinion on horror films?

do they have allergies?

do they have a certain aesthetic or style?

do they have tattoos or piercings? 

do they have any distinctive features or marks?

do they enjoy coffee or tea? hot or iced?

are they religious or spiritual? 

are they a morning person or night person?

if they could have any superpower what would it be?

who is their ride or die friend?

[livixdunne-blog]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[blaircamp]

sgalloway‌:

a smile took form across his features. even now, years after, as he stood in from of blair, he saw the young girl she used to be – the one he treated horribly as a teenager. another victim in the long line of ‘em he’d left in his path but it seemed she’d forgiven all that. maybe time did heal all wounds (or perhaps that wound wasn’t as deep as he’d originally thought). “police sergeant, actually” sam chuckled softly. “everyone’s gotta make money somehow, right? and what about you, a photographer?”

blair never really was the type to hold a grudge. she was always such a free spirit growing up, getting bored staying in the same relationships and same places for too long, so it didn’t hurt her as much as someone would’ve expected it to when sam left. “you know, i’m actually not that surprised,” she spoke honestly, shrugging her shoulders, “yeah, have my own little studio and everything.”

[alexverhage]

/ @blaircamp​ /

where: claddagh time:  10:00 pm 

       the man stood outside of claddaghs, placing a cigarette stick behind his ear when he noticed the blonde walk right beside him, preparing to cross street and probably heading to coyote “blair!” he called out towards her, his eyes narrowing down on her. “you know, every time i watch you cross the street and enter those doors, it’s like a stab to our 28 year old friendship..” they went to school together, childhood friends (pretty sure he had stolen a couple of oreo’s from her in grade school, probably stuck gum in her hair every now and then) and had remained close since.  “when you want to enjoy a real drink, a real bar,  doors are always open. think about it.” 

[blaircamp]

blair had been making her way towards coyote ugly when she heard her name being called, her eyes rolling when she quickly recognized who it was, making her way towards him. “you know, xandy, it’s not very polite to yell in the streets.” blair teased, using an old nickname she had for him. the two went all the way back to grade school, and blair always considered him a close friend. “you know, i like a little zest in a bar, some dancing, some fun. besides, we both know you’d never make me a sangria.”

[blaircamp]

forsylvians‌:

sylvie snorts as she mixes the drink. “spain doesn’t exist.” she says it as if it’s a fact and blair is being delusional, even as she realizes fully spain is a country. after a minute, she places a dark and stormy in front of blair. “was gonna give you whiskey straight up, but realized that might offend your blond sensibilities, bunny.” she winks at blair. “hope that tastes better.”

blair’s head involuntarily tilted at sylvie’s words, letting out a snort, “it definitely does, babes.” her brow raised as a drink was placed in front of her, bringing the glass up to her lips for a taste. it was good, but blair was biased and would forever love her sangria’s. “oh please, just because i’m blonde and like enjoy getting drunk doesn’t mean that’s all i am. i happen to love whiskey neat, scotland has a great ones.”

[blaircamp]

sonnytay‌:

                         a  snort  fell  from  her  lips  at  the  three  years  comment, “you  only  have  yourself  to  blame  for  that…  ”  sonny  shook  her  head,  “stop  going  to  europe  and  coming  back  fancier..  we  can’t  do  shit  for  your  palette when you return!”  the  brunette teased,  only  to  nod  when  the  woman  stated  that  red  wine  made  her  slutty.  “well,  i’ll  give  you  that. also, the sluttier you get while sitting at the bar, the more money you make for us when buying drinks so.. cheers, bitch!”

letting out a laugh, blair shrugged her shoulders, “hey! i’m here now, aren’t i? and, europe didn’t make me fancier, if anything, it made me crazier.” people always spoke about going and seeing the world, it wasn’t blair’s fault that she was the only one that had taken the phrase seriously. a small smirk forming on her face, blair nodded, “see, you can just think of me as an honorary coyote. 3 more of these and i might start dancing on a table for some frat boys.”

[rycnkim]

status: open location: neutral nashville; nearby coyote ugly & claddagh on an evening run

      Ryan had a couple hours before his shift started at the Claddagh to kill which meant he’d extended his usual run time. That would have been totally fine if he wasn’t so prone to pushing himself too hard (he blamed high school football practices and his overachieving nature). Point was, even for him it was getting to really be something to catch his breath. Not that he was admitting defeat but he finally slowed down, draining what was left of his water while Kip Moore drawled something encouraging through his ear buds.

When he took one out, he realised he wasn’t alone. Usually he’d just mind his own business but being so close to work, he had a reputation to think of, y’know?

“Hey, I’d ah, really appreciate it if you kept seeing me so out of shape between the two of us? Can’t go having any troublemakers in the bar thinkin’ they can pull one over on me,” he breathed, half smiling for good measure, “You understand.”

[blaircamp]

her head in the clouds, per usual, blair’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a man’s voice, her brow peaking up at his words. the blonde’s head tilted, shamelessly scanning the man of in front of her. what? could you blame her? she was checking if he... was really out of shape, her conclusion being a definite hell no. “yeah, out of shape. don’t worry, darling, you’re secrets safe with me.” her eyes flickered to his face, recognizing him from around her, “you work at that... other bar over there, right?”

[blaircamp]

sgalloway‌:

“ahhh.” a smile formed across his stoic features – it made more sense now, though sam was still a bit perplexed by how he could look better in the dim lighting of the bar. was it a compliment.. he couldn’t be sure. “apologies, it’s not every day you hear a photographer admiring the lighting in a bar. ain’t it a little dark in here to see anything clearly?”

blair shrugged, “i think it just depends how you look at it. sometimes a little bit of darkness can make things more clear, actually.” blair gave him another smile, bringing the glass up to her lips again. of course, she already knew who sam was. the two had grown up in the same town, their paths crossing a few times, in one way or another, but even from their brief conversation, she could sense that he wasn’t the same guy that she knew, not to mention what she’d heard, “so, a police officer, huh?”

[blaircamp]

peachyfm‌:

“ 𝐨𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. ” jude agreed, quickly retrieving a full glass from the bar top. she had seen and served blair in the bar before, the girl was nice, easy to talk to, and the liquor in her system made her even more willing to engage in conversation. “ i’d argue that it is the best place in the state of tennessee, but i’m rather fond of gatlinburg. ” she joked, taking a sip of her drink. 

most people had trouble believing that balir was a nashville native. she never looked the part, even with her blonde hair, yet she did always have that southern charm of hers, that and her tendency to talk to just about anyone. “gatlinburg? really? i mean, i’m not one to talk, it did take me 27 years to warm up to nashville, but this city is definitely the best part about tennessee.” blair let out a laugh, slightly teasing jude.

[blaircamp]

forsylvians‌:

sylvie scoffs and her expression morphs into one of pity. “oh, honey, babe, no. c’mon. i don’t do this anymore but, jesus fuck, bunny, you’re cute. you shouldn’t have to drink fruit juice at a bar like a twelve-year-old.” she gestures for blair to follow her towards the end of the bar. sylvie slips underneath the barrier and begins to mix something for blair. “guessin’ you’re not from around here.”

the blonde couldn’t help but let out another laugh, rolling her eyes. she never took offense to it. blair never really tended to care about what others taught about her, because she would always be apologetically herself. and if someone offered to make her a drink? she’d never say no to that. following sylvie, a small smirk morphed on her face, shaking her head. “nashville, born and raised. though, i did spend five months in spain, which is where i learned to love my fruit juice.”

[blaircamp]

sgalloway‌:

“that line ever work for you?” it seemed doubtful – sounded like something out of a seventies porno. sure, he had a moustache.. but that didn’t mean he was looking to act out some strange fantasy – – the man may have lost his pride years earlier, but he still had a sliver of his dignity left.

blair’s head tilted, slightly in confusion, before realizing that he must’ve thought she was hitting on him. “oh! it wasn’t really meant to be a pick-up line, i have waay more game than that. no, i’m a photographer.” part of her easygoing nature, blair was generally very understanding and it took quite a bit to piss her off, and whenever it did happen... you probably wouldn’t want to be around.

[blaircamp]

sonnytay‌:

    “blair,  you’re  ordering  sangria at  a  dive  bar..you  want  fruity  and  fun,  get  a  baybreeze, babe. never go for the sangria.”  she  shook  her  head,  turning around  quickly  to  get  the  patron  bottle, serving  the  blonde a  shot,  and  one  for  herself,  because why  the  fuck  not? ”don’t say i’ve never done anything nice for you. actually, don’t say i did this at all.. i think i’m up to my limit with free shots.” 

“where’s the fun in that? sangria is my favorite drink, and it did only take you guys three years to learn how to make it right.” blair teased, letting out another laugh. “besides, red wine makes me slutty.” her choice in drinks were obviously still influenced by her past travels, which meant that she once again differed from the rest around her, not that it ever bothered her. “my lips are sealed.”

[blaircamp]

billiemarquez‌:

She was sipping on a whiskey sour when her wandering gaze spotted someone that looked familiar in the crowd. Had she seen her around before? She had, hadn’t she. Billie didn’t think she knew her, which meant she’d probably seen her near here–

The blonde caught her staring, and the smile she broke into was infectious. She stuck out a little at a place like Coyote Ugly, with her sangria and her camera and that megawatt smile of pearly whites, but Billie liked that. The whole street was full of misfits anyway, what was one more in the mix? 

“Oh, that’s real sweet,” Billie said, and her dark-painted smile was genuine. “Thanks.” Mötley Crue was blasting from the speakers, girls girls girls, but they were far enough in the back that she could hear the woman over the sound of it. Billie was wearing her dark hair loose for the night, waves of it tumbling over her bare shoulders – midriff revealed by the carmine-red top she wore. She could be mistaken for a Coyote, dressed as she was that evening, but most folks around here knew she wasn’t more than another regular. ‘sides, the fact that she wasn’t up on the bar slinging drinks said as much.

“You a photographer?”

even growing up, blair never fit into the typical nashville crowd. if it weren’t for that slight southern accent of hers, you’d never believe someone like her was born in a place like this. she fit more into the scheme of a new yorker, or a californian, but blair couldn’t deny that after years had past of her being away, she was attached to her hometown.

she’d thought she’d known the brunette from somewhere, her mind quickly remembering that she was a local artist from around here. “no problem,” blair beamed. her compliments were always genuine, and her comment... well, it was because blair was truly an artist at heart. to some extent, she saw people as a form of art, complex, layers upon layers, each interpreted in different ways. “yeah, since i was 19.”

[blaircamp]

forsylvians‌:

sylvie stared at blair sullenly, an unlit cigarette hanging from her lips. there’s no way the owner would ever let her smoke inside the bar; too much alcohol and fake bits and bobs, the entire place would light up faster than you could say hello sailor. but she had a drink handy. or, well, she had a bottle handy. something gross and weird no one wanted to drink, so it fell to sylvie’s stash.

“no photos,” she said bluntly. “dancers don’t like ‘em.” her eyes flicked down to blair’s drink. “and who the fuck orders sangria at a dive bar?”

there was never really anything normal about blair. she’d accepted that a long time ago. she never really did the right things, or made the right choices, or chose the right path. blair liked to do what her gut told her too, even if it meant always sticking out. so, of course, it was no surprise that she would be the kind of person to order one of the few drinks that contradicted the entire coyote ugly aesthetic.

blair nodded, a small smile on her face, and she even let out a small laugh at the question, giving the other a shrug. “i do. it’s my favorite drink.”

[blaircamp]

sonnytay‌:

         “i’d  be  lying  if  I  said  it  was  the  first  time  I  heard  that,” sonny  replied,  batting her  lashes  dramatically, blowing  a  kiss  her  way  in  a  signature  ‘myspace pose’  one  would  say.  “take  all  the  pictures  you  want,  blair… they  just  ain’t  free…”  she  teased,  her  gaze  meeting the  girls  for  a  second right  before  they  fell  to  the  glass  in her  hand.  “a  sangria? really,  blair?’  she  sighed,  pouting, unable  to  keep  herself  from  shaking  her  head  at  the  girls  drink of choice.  “how  about  i  switch  that  out  with  a  shot instead?”

the blonde let out a laugh, shaking her head at the other’s response.  “oh come on, i can’t help it, i like my drinks fruity and fun, like me.” rolling her eyes, blair wasn’t unfamilar with people judging her drink of choice. it wasn’t to say that she hated straight alcohol, but if you could get drunk and drink something that tasted good, what was wrong with that? blair chuckled again, shooting sonny a wink as she spoke, “but, if you’re offering to buy me a shot, i won’t say no.”

[judetcrres-deactivated20200913]

𝚌𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟶𝚙𝚖: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍 a different side of the bar than usual. even though she wasn’t on the clock, a night without val meant at night at her favorite place in town: coyote ugly. an amused smirk played on pink painted lips as she watched the patrons of the bar– usual customers pining after the attention of her attractive coworkers. people watching was near the top of the list of her favorite activities and being here never disappointed. as her head turned to the other sitting next to her, she downed the rest of her whiskey sour and chuckled. “i just love this place.”

[blaircamp]

blair had been frequenting at coyote ugly since she got back into town 6 years ago. besides it being one of the only fun parts about nashville year-round, she also got along with most people there, including the employees. but then again, it was hard to find a place where blair didn’t manage to fit in and make a new friend. enjoying her sangria at her leisure, the blonde’s head turned as she heard someone’s voice, giving the brunette a smile, “best place in town if you ask me.”

[blaircamp]

open starter | coyote ugly

it wasn’t unusual to see blair in coyote ugly, she’d often considered it her second home. dancing, drinks, fun, what wasn’t to love? the change of pace from the rest of nashville was nice, and well... even the blonde could admit that there was still a bit of that old party girl left in her. she’d chilled out, as much as blair campbell could chill out, which may not really be much to the average person. she sipped down on her second sangria of the night, which couldn’t even begin to compare to those she had living in spain, but blair never minded. the drink still tasted good, and managed to get her a solid tipsy on a normal night.

ignoring the noise that consumed the busy bar, she pulled out her camera, flipping through the pictures she’d taken earlier in the day. no shoots, or events, but the pure simplicity of nashville. there was a time when blair simply couldn’t imagine the city as being anything but drab, but after returning back home, she found beauty in the small things. feeling a pair of eyes on her, blair glanced up before putting her camera away into her bag, looking up at the individual and giving them a smile. she tilted her head to see them better, bringing the glass to her lips once more before speaking, “you know, you’d look really great in front of the camera, this lighting is really doing you justice.”