[noelleskye-blog]

“so you’re telling me,” she began, “that I got dressed up like this for nothing?” with a heavy sigh, Noelle stood up, heading back into the bathroom to change. “i was hoping maybe something this ridiculous could cheer brandon up.” taking off the headpiece, she set it on the bathroom sink, shouting through the open door. “what do the instructions say?”

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“Not for nothing,” Blake disagreed, shaking his head. “It was for something. It’s just that the camera isn’t cooperating.” He gave her an awkward smile before she went into the bathroom. He fiddled with the camera a little longer while she was in there. “Wait, I think I got it. Anyways, don’t worry, he’ll get a kick out of it.” Blake promised her. He knew well enough to know that nothing would completely cheer Brandon up, but maybe it would at least make him laugh.

[lbrliajane-blog]

“Well, is it in manual mode or automatic? Because that would probably make a world of difference?” Lia asked, glancing up from where she was unloading boxes in her store. Grand opening was just a few days away and she needed everything to be perfect. “You really don’t need to take pictures of the store if it’s that much of a hassle, Blake. Honestly.”

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“It should be in automatic, that’s how most cameras are when they start. I’ll try a few more things,” he replied, continuing to stare at the camera screen and keep pressing buttons. “No, it’s okay, I want to. It’ll help you get the word out there. You’ve worked really hard on this, you deserve it.” He finally looked up to look around the shop. “Really, D.”

[coffinracinginspo]

“Well, if you asked me,” she started, “I would tell you that the trick is to be smarter than the object.” A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her lips, watching Blake struggle to operate the thing. “But one, I’m not a total bitch, and two, I’ve only ever used analog cameras, so I would have no idea what to do with it either.” 

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“I thought I was,” Blaked replied with a soft chuckle. “But I think I may have been wrong about that.” He looked up from the camera to glance at the girl in front of him. “I appreciate the non-bitchiness. Also, it’s really not actually usually this difficult. I think this camera’s just out to get me.”

[destructivedonnie-blog]

“You’re making me insecure,” Brandon yelled out; the pillows softening his tone and lowering the volume of his voice. “My butt is capable on winning you awards. Everyone wants a piece of this,” he continued on, cutting himself short as he heard the sound of the camera clicking. Brandon was far too lazy to toss himself back around, and so he just lay there for a few more seconds, exposing his cheeks as he waited for results. Brandon broke the silence with a loud laughter, and soon he was sat up with his boxers back on properly. “It’s meant to be,” he told Blake, “you can call me a liar and shun me all you like, but what you’re holding and what’s stored in that damn camera is a living proof.” He had a finger pointed at Blake as he made his point. “Frame it.”

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“Yeah, that’s my fault,” Blake replied, rolling his eyes at the other boy. He laughed at Brandon’s comment, shaking his head. “I guess we’ll never know, because no way it’s ever going to make it to a competition.” He smirked. It really was a pretty funny moment, even for the stoic nature of Blake. He held the camera out to Brandon to see the picture, still chuckling. “I can’t believe it. You suck, you know that? First good picture on my damn brand new camera is your ass.” He shook his head again. “Oh no, I’m never looking at this picture again. You want it framed, I’ll give you the camera card and you can go frame it. No way I’m being caught anywhere printing off a picture of your butt.”

[kierahudson-blog]

She scrunched her face and shot him a look, shaking her head in response to his smart rhetorical question. “I like your shirts better,” she beamed brightly, “plus, i look better in them. You put them to shame.”  She straightened her legs and buried them under the sheets, smiling as she watched Blake climb back into bed. Lazy mornings, tossing and turning in bed was one of Kiera’s favourite things; and though she might not admit it out loud, being with Blake and doing all those things, as well as just his presence alone, were among them. “Shut up,” she muttered, a hand naturally finding itself locked and lost into the boy’s dark curls, while her eyes wandered directly into his. “You wouldn’t dare to shut me up.”

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“I’d hope so. I think you have about ten of them, so I’d be pretty concerned if you took them and didn’t even like them.” He grinned at her. She really knew how to drive him crazy yet keep him sane at the same time. “Just because you look better in them doesn’t mean I put them to shame. Do you remember how I looked in high school? I look damn good now,” he told her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. This was most of what he loved, laying in bed with her on late mornings and tossing around flirty banter. He closed his eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair, calming almost instantly. “I would, but I can’t reach you right now. If you come a little closer I’d be glad to.” He opened his eyes, looking up at her as if he was daring her to do so.

[queenrafferty]

↳ Donna+Harvey and their purely platonic relationship my ass.

[whoopddsss]

“Hey – you know what’s impossible, getting a bad picture of me,” the girl confirmed, crossing her eyes and striking a strange pose in the direction of the camera. “Look try. It’s easier to find someone suckin’ dick for a dirty chicken nugget.”

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“You think so? I think there’s bad pictures of everyone,” Blake focused the lens of his camera, holding it up in front of her and snapping a picture. Before he even looked at it, he held it out for her to see. “What do you think? Is this still a good one?”

[jakegyllenhaal]

[seabois]

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

(via insideinspo)

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

We were lying in your bed; your arm around my waist, my fingers intertwining with yours, and in that moment, I swore we could have been more than what we downplayed ourselves to be. Maybe more than just good company, maybe more than friends, maybe closer to the road of could-be-lovers - just a little more than what don’t say.

(via insideinspo)

[destructivedonnie-blog]

Brandon paused, lifting up a finger from where he lay; not at all once bothered to remove the pillow on his face. “I’ll have you know i am fluent in French, not-so-smart ass,” and with that he placed his finger back down, resuming back into his previous mode where it involved no interest shown towards Blake’s direction. “You’re a picky photographer,” the brunet complained, though with the pillow pressed onto his face, all Blake could probably hear were muffles. “My butt’s fucking majestic. It’s as smooth as babies’ cheeks,” he carried on, soon doing Blake a favor by flipping himself over and lowering his boxers down to reveal what he probably would consider ‘curves’. “Take it or leave it, you ungrateful bastard,” he continued to muffle, with his face pressed against the pillow. “I’m not getting out of bed for your own selfish needs.”

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“I didn’t think you were fluent in anything except sarcasm,” Blake countered, ignoring the fact that Brandon had flipped him off. This was a normal day for the two of them. Keeping each other occupied with banter as if they were an old married couple. “I don’t think your ass is going to win me a spot in any photography show, sorry,” Blake replied with a roll of his eyes. “Comparing your butt to anything of a baby is disgusting.” He shook his head, pressing a few more buttons on his camera to try to ready it. As he took the picture he laughed, but his laughter died when it finally came out clear. “Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Blake shook his head again. “Now pull your damn boxers back up. I can’t believe the first clear picture on this camera is of your butt.”

[kierahudson-blog]

“Now, now,” Kiera began to tease with her head tilted to the side, a small amused smile playing on her lips as she gave out a soft chuckle, “don’t go blaming the camera for your own stupidity.” She buried and wiggled her toes deep into the sheets she stood on, fiddling and rolling the hem of the over-sized shirt with her hands, revealing her laced undergarment and long legs while she tried to occupy herself as Blake figured his new toy out. She eventually grew tired, and sat herself back down on their bed. “You’re impossible,” she whined, “how are you unable to operate a God damn camera? You study film!”

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“I don’t remember asking you,” Blake teased in a soft voice. He pressed a few more buttons before holding the camera back up, snapping a picture as Kiera rolled the hem of her shirt. “Got one. You know, I should’ve assumed I’d never get that shirt back. Do you ever sleep in your own clothing?” He smirked at her before looking down at the picture he’d taken. This was so normal for them that it was almost weird. No title had ever been established, but they’d never really needed one. Blake set his camera down next to him, laying down so that his head was in her lap. “And you’d think you study whining with how good you are at it.”

[destructivedonnie-blog]

“There’s a reason why new things are packed together with an instruction booklet,” Brandon grumbled quietly under his breath; obviously annoyed at Blake’s constant whining and complaining for the past 30 minutes. The living room was quite a mess. Empty – some half empty – take-out boxes placed and covering the coffee table whole, while Brandon has now turned into a frequent couch camper. “Am i going to pop the cherry of your new camera?” He muffled against the pillow he covered his face and wrapped his arms around with. “Take a picture of my butt.”

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“Well if you’re fluent in French then feel free to give it a go, grump ass. The instructions aren’t in English.” Blake raised his brows at Brandon quickly before looking back at his camera. The two had taken to making a mess of their own place, but Blake didn’t quite care at the moment. Even if he could get a clear shot of the takeout boxes everywhere he’d be happy. “You really want me to ruin this camera with a picture of your ass?” He stepped forward anyways, laughing. “I swear if this is the only picture that comes out clear I quit.”

[ffsitsblake-blog]

“I thought,” Blake paused, fingers fiddling with buttons on his new camera, “that the sales description for this camera said ‘easy to use’. Easy to use my ass.” He held the camera up, trying to focus it for a decent picture. “This shit is impossible.”

[kit-harington]

[craved-deactivated20230908]

And even while tired of life, you stand firm, for something or someone.

Daniel C. L.  (via convertions)

[bellamybob]