just an apron wearing artist

I do not know what is worse, to feel absolutely nothing or to feel everything completely.

[shaycampbell]

luciencallahan:

@shaycampbell

The tentative knock on his door surprised him, especially when it was followed up by the poke of a curly haired head after it, grinning widely. Usually Shay found no issue in simply bounding into Lucien’s office when she needed something– which meant that with this change in manners, she definitely needed something. Lu glanced up from his papers, lifting a brow. “What’s up?”

"What d’you mean what’s up? I gotta leave and so do you, or we’re gonna miss the cruise.” Shay had requested off at least two weeks prior in anticipation of such a monumental event, the excitement etched into her features nearly as beaming as the grin she gave him. “Don’t tell me you’re not goin’, I won’t accept that.”

[shaycampbell]

miriambahari:

@shaycampbell

“So it’s going to be all of us in town, but instead of being crammed in Westport, we’ll all be on a boat?” Miri made a face, looking over at Shay. “You’re not selling this too well. Is there an open bar?”

"Trust me, okay? It’s gonna be a ball. And I’m the master of sniffin’ out open bars, so obviously. You gotta keep pace here, Mir, otherwise we’re gonna be late and miss the boat.”

[shaycampbell]

maverickxcallahan:

“He’s hot, isn’t he? Want to fuck him? I’m sure he’d say yes. He fucked plenty of people in this building. In fact, I’m almost sure everyone has had sex in here.” Maverick gave a small smile, “He’s not my type – I only fainted when Whitney Houston was here like a decade ago.”

"No! Mav, I’m dating your cousin. As cute as he is, I’m not trying to catch whatever the man’s got. Seriously? That’s... No, wait, I believe it.” Her jaw seemed to fall even more so, the brunette swiveling in her overpriced office chair to face him while somehow attempting to keep her volume down. “Ya’ll had Whitney here?!”

[shaycampbell]

"Was that John Mayer? Did he just---” Plenty of potential artists walked past Shay on their trip to the studio and signing deals, but it was exceptionally rare for her to recognize an individual by their face alone. “Why are you so cool about this right now?” @maverickxcallahan

[shaycampbell]

heathaldoretti:

“Look, I’m not that kind of doctor,” Heath readjusted the bag slung over his shoulder. The weight pressed wrinkles into his shirt as his other hand raised to block the yawn that escaped. “but anyone would be able to tell it was gangrene. I don’t think you’re suppose to fly in that condition; sitting for hours already limits your blood circulation. ”

"What kinda doctor are you then? Gangrene sounds like something pirates used to get when they were on the high seas, which begs the question... Did he have an eye patch? Slash did you remove his foot and give him a peg leg?”

[shaycampbell]

cheyennemesserschmidt:

“…huh,” was the only thing she said as she heard her stomach growling as she stared up at the ceiling as the pot took over her. “Y’Know, I didn’t know we grew flowers on the celing-we need to get someone on that.” Cheyenne said with a little giggle.

Brows immediately shot up in surprise as her own gaze reflexively diverted to the ceiling above, despite knowing there would not be any flowers. "Are you feeling it already? Man, pot’s never hit me that fast. I’m jealous. Are you a first timer?”

[shaycampbell]

cheyennemesserschmidt:

“I ate…what?” she asked shockingly as she sat down. “I thought I ate a regular brownie not a pot brownie…” silently panicking, she sat back down and waited for the hunger to take over and looking at the ceiling.

"A pot brownie,” she repeated with an easy smile. “See that’s why I don’t accept brownies I didn’t buy or make myself, you never know what’s in ‘em. Like marijuana... Or walnuts.”

[maurawrites]

Paulina Singer

[shaycampbell]

rykerdawscn:

“Home sweet home then,” he teased as he reduced the space that separated him from her. It was strange for him, though he hadn’t exactly admitted it. That he’d gone from a man of one night stands and never letting another sleep over, to being in a committed relationship and practically living at his girlfriend’s house. The complete one-eighty that he’d done still made his head spin. “They say skin to skin is the best way to shift body heat,” he cooed moments before her lips pressed to his. Hands slid away from her hips, along her back so that he could pull her forward, holding her against him. “Fucking shit,” he spoke against her lips, “practically the bitch boy of the gang now.”

"It’s also my favorite way.” Life with Ryker had somehow shifted from complication with an unrequited twist to simplicity, the pair of them slotting together like puzzle pieces in more ways than one. At the drawl of his Boston accent, she nearly began lifting the fabric of his shirt until the words sunk in. “Hey, woah. You’re only the bitch boy if you let yourself believe it.” Just as soon as she spoke, the apartment door seemed to rattle with an aggressive knock. “Did you hear that?” Tilting around his broad shoulders as the sound reverberated through the small space once more, she pulled out of Ryker’s arms to find one of his oversized t-shirts to cover the fact that she wasn’t wearing much at all. “It’s probably the landlord again, I hear the neighbors don’t like our noise level.”

[shaycampbell]

rykerdawscn:

Everything had ultimately changed since his presumed betrayal. Despite the years he had with the Jackals under his belt, he was handed jobs as if he’d only just started. Trust was a hard thing to earn back, and he wasn’t even sure that’s what he was working at. Even if he was up all hours of the night, hearing that sweet voice welcome him back was enough to make it worth it. “Home, huh?” He teased as he moved through the home, discarding the leather jacket he truly wasn’t seen without. “Is this your way of asking me to warm you up?” He cooed as he moved closer, dropping his jacket so that hands could find their place on her hips.

"Well you do stay here most of the time,” she pointed out. “Not that that’s a complaint.” If anything, it had never felt more like a home until Ryker had come to stay with her two months ago. His leather jacket took up permanent residence here along with a tooth brush and other various articles of clothing. “You betcha.” Grinning up at him as that familiar electricity surged beneath her skin at his touch, she pushed up on her toes to capture him in a longing kiss. “How was your night?” Not that it was over by any means.

[shaycampbell]

Perhaps if she were any other person, Shay might have felt some concern about the fact that her significant other went ‘to work’ at all hours of the night, securing illegal deals and running with people who supported them. Yet wasn’t that precisely how they first met so long ago? "It’s about time you got home,” she teased from the bedroom doorway once the front door opened to reveal just the man she’d been waiting for. “You ever notice how cold it gets in bed when you’re not wearing any clothes?” @rykerdawscn

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[shaycampbell]

dylansutton:

“Hey, Sorry to bother you,” Dylan mumbled as she walked up to someone and eyed their hands for a moment, wondering if what they were playing with was what she wanted. “Don’t happen to have a spare cigarette and lighter laying around, do you?” 

"Yeah, always.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached into her bag and pulled out the exact commodities being requested. “I’ve also got somethin’ a bit more mellow if you vibe that way. No pressure.”

[shaycampbell]

miriambahari:

Miriam’s own icecream was a mess of coconut and mango, she’d selected a tub of the seven dollar vegan treat just for the fact that Shay was coming over– she’d hidden a tub of Ben and Jerry’s behind her new roommate’s frozen food. Clicking the lockscreen, she slid out of the mess of long limbs and blankets, brushing off her lap. “We either gotta walk around the room once before starting another episode, or go out and do something. Today’s going to bring down my weekly step count so much I won’t have anything to brag about in the lunch room anymore. Do you know how hard it is to stay more active than Tammy in accounts?”

"Just lie. What’s Tammy gonna do? Personally investigate your step counter?” Regardless of her protest and suggestion, the curly haired artist finally set her own messy chocolate concoction to the side and slid off the couch as well. “Fine, fine. I’m up and at ‘em. Better?” Her joints ached from disuse, but with a couple stretches she could already feel them loosening. “It’s gotta be after four... where d’you wanna go?”

[shaycampbell]

cheyennemesserschmidt:

“What….in the hell….” was the only thing Cheyenne could say when she ate it, and it tasted quite…different. “What the hell did I just taste just now?”

"Dude you for sure just ate a pot brownie. That was a huge bite, too. Probably best if you sit down in the next thirty minutes with a good view of the ceiling.”

[shaycampbell]

casey-j-roberts:

“So, I’m running an unofficial poll at this point.” Casey commented to the person nearby as he waited for his coffee, “To see if anyone else has ideas on things I could to this summer with my daughter that she would think is fun but also isn’t going to completely break the bank. Because so far at least half of my suggestions have been met with ‘That’s boring, Daddy’.” he said with a small sigh, “So museums, hikes, and bowling … all definite ‘no’s.” 

“That’s ‘cause you didn’t suggest laser tag.” She replied matter-of-factly, as though the idea were more obvious than all of his previous ones combined.“Also Color Me Mine since she’s a kid and every kid loves to paint, that’s just a fact.” Granted, Shay was a grown woman (sort of) who still enjoyed the same venture. “Hikes and bowling are such dude things at that age so unless she’s a tomboy, you’re shit outta luck.”

[shaycampbell]

miriambahari:

@shaycampbell

“Okay, but have you seen this tweet?” The two had spent the majority of their afternoon sprawled on Miriam’s couch, spooning down ice cream and watching Bravo over the edges of their phones. Despite their suffering attention spans, intertwined legs and quiet snickering made the hours spent enjoyable– she leaned over to turn her phone in Shay’s direction. When she leaned up, a myriad of crumbs fell from her lap, making the brunette frown. “Fuck, we’re disgusting.”

“I’m never on Twitter, show me.” Plucking the phone from her friend’s grasp, dark hues scrolled over the message on the screen until her nose scrunched a bit with distaste. "Ew. Y’know, I thought internet trolls were bad, but real public figures are worse.” At the emergence of their afternoon snacks falling from Miriam’s lap, a quiet snicker escaped before she tossed the phone onto the other’s blanket. “No we’re vibing. Difference.”