#makeup pictures

[shutterbuged]

The fun thing about being a photographer,

Is that regardless of props or what sort of camera you have....

...You can be your own muse.

...Winter is coming, are you prepared for the winter solstice?

[dreamyeuphory]

~ thank you for the gifts...~

[marlinspirkhall]

Every trek show requires:

Costume designer who is an unrecognised genius in their time

Objects raided from other sets to save money

Modern fashion injected into an episode which immediately dates the series

Flirtatious looks between the Captain and their First Officer

[carn1vor0us]

x

[rinniiart]

|Love from the Stars AU|

Catradora strike me as the shove-cake-into-each-others-face at their wedding kind of couple.

[goldenwaves]

went to dress liesel for a new edit and oops got carried away and now it's a whole new sim

[moonvelka]

Bioluminescence 🦋

[trillscienceofficer]

being into B'Elanna/Seven is so fucking funny. Star Trek: Voyager just keeps telling me that they don't like each other and yet here I am wondering why the hell B'Elanna would make that observation if she truly didn't care, a little passive-aggressive as it is and all, and why Seven would admit to anything being wrong with her if she didn't trust B'Elanna even a little bit. That being said, they Cannot have a normal interaction ever and I'm laughing

[cinna-bunnie]

hey. i look cute today yes? yes ♡⁠

[shutterbuged]

afternoon folks

[destinazionisconosciute]

Va tutto come deve andare

[qpb]

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ଘ tomie +..｡*ﾟ+

like/rb if used!!!

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou

older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.

instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.

“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.

“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”

you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.

and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.

“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.

“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.

“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.

“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.

[yridenergyridenergy]

HD scans from the Androgynos booklet. Please do not repost anywhere.

[girlyfrill]

[pocket-notebook]

What do you do when you have two fixations at once? OBVIOUSLY, combine them. Obviously