#polariod camera

[shihlun]

Polaroid chief chemist Howard G Rogers and unidentified others as they pose with 5,000 bottles of chemical compounds used to discover the Polaroid color film process, 1963

[her-penetrating-soul]

"People must feel that the natural world is important and valuable and beautiful and wonderful and an amazement and a pleasure."

~David Attenborough

[jarrodsbowen]

48 HOURS UNTIL LAURCARPOLLO DAY !!!!!

I'M SO EXCITED

[starrybong]

he bought me a pipe 🥺🙃

[sydxox]

[imkattymae]

[sincityriddler]

Weekly Update 4/16/2023

Good Morning, it has been one heck of a week with all my car trouble and how much I have had to pay for repairs. Need to watch my spending for a few weeks until I pay off the car repair bill. Need to to call the eyeglass place and find out why my glasses are not ready yet. It has been almost a month since I got them. I may get my cameras out today and go shoot some photos when I go to a market downtown later this morning. Since I will not be able to spend much at the market I might as well do something fun and get use to my camera again before SDCC. I may even take my polaroid camera with me as well.  

[mindbehindthevoice]

qua$hitgoodies.

[rafeysbafey]

reader taking a polaroid picture of ethan while he was sleeping. the noise wakes him up and he cant help but blush. "youre the worst!!" while hiding his cute red face in the pillow as reader just laughs at him. no matter his pleas, she keeps the photo. think that one scene of glenn and maggie from the walking dead

i love the walking dead reference

you focused the camera in front of your sleeping boyfriend, tongue poking out in concentration before letting your finger brush over the button to take the picture.

the flash went off in an instant, causing ethan’s brows to furrow before his eyes fluttered open.

“did you just take a picture of me?” he asks, voice raspy from sleep as you giggle in response, taking the photo and showing him.

a blush took over his features, a small smile on his face as he brought a hand up to cover his eyes, “you’re the worst!”

his words held no meaning, his blush increasing as he tried his best to hide from you.

“you’re so cute!” you argue, showing him the photo yet again as giggles left your lips.

he peeked through his hands to view the polariod again, rolling his eyes before cupping your face and giving you a kiss.

“you’re lucky you’re cute.”

[destructionray]

Hobie Brown/Spiderpunk Relationship HC's

spider-punk relationship hc's?? This is the first time I've shared my work so sorry if it's bad i genuinely don't know how to write stuff </3 also i tried to keep the reader gender-neutral but i might be a little biased because im transmasc (fuck fem!readers i actually hate yall/j) i also tried to keep it spoiler-free

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warnings: none (okay maybe a tiny bit of curse words)

ALWAYS sharing earbuds. there's not a single time this man will let you sit next to him without listening to some of his jams

I KNOW THIS MAN GIVES A GOOD CUDDLE!!

hes usually the type to only give half-hugs, having just an arm around your shoulder or waist when you're just chilling

but when you ask for a real hug?? It'll literally be the most comforting thing.

pulling you in to his chest and wrapping his arms around you tightly, one hand around your shoulder and the other on your back, pressing his body up against yours tightly

and he kisses the top of ur head!!

BUT hes a little pissed that he has to take off his jacket every time because of how spiky it is

he can't count the amount of times you've tried to rest your head on his shoulder but ended up getting poked by the spikes on his jacket.

he LOVES hugging you from behind

he's not super touchy, but when he's around a lot of people he'll always be touching you in some way.

having his hand in your back pocket, having a hand on your hip, holding eachothers pinkies

i swear he has a a thing for hips or waists/j

ESPECIALLY touchy in front of authorities, he'll make out with you in front of them just to piss them off.

the hand placement when he kisses yoy oh my godddd

either a hand on your cheek and/or around your waist, or when you're making out he has his hand on the back of your head, pushing you closer to him

neck kisses <3333

there's almost no way you could be taller than him, my guy is 6'3 AND wears platforms.

prepare to be used as an armrest for him.

you like his piercings? He'll do one for you.

that man has never paid for a single piercing in his LIFE.

insisted on doing piercings for you, especially if you had never had any done before.

he'll do stick n pokes for you aswell if you're interested in getting a tattoo.

if you're an artist, he'll let you do some on him aswell.

BEGGED you to get matching tattoos and/or piercings

he's so cute, how could you say no?

calls you "love" ALL THE TIME. You're not entirely sure if it's because he loves you or if it's just a weird thing brits do

your dates are mostly going to strange or abandoned places and hanging/having a picnic/listening to music/mildly illegal stuff, or sneaking into a movie theater to watch stuff without paying.

if you're a Spider-person too, you guys definetily have had a romantic moment on top of skyscraper before.

if you're afraid of heights, he'll hold you in his arms the entire time he takes you to a place high up. he'll never let you go

he noticed that you miss him a lot, so made you your own watch to travel to his dimension or the Spider-society at any time

he totally has a ton of pictures with you in his room, printed by some cheap shitty polariod camera

When he gets injured, he immideately resorts to you instead of going to a hospital or proper medic

He doesn't like seeing you get worried about him, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't love the extra attention and care you gave him, and the time you spend together patching him up.

Shows his love instead of telling you

Only says "i love you" in special moments (which sometimes could just be spending time cuddling & relaxing together after a bad day)

Literally all over you when he's tired or after a day of being Spider-Punk

Has 100% yelled at or completely ignored Miguel for calling him on a mission while he's with you.

You play an instrument? He'll practice with you every single day.

If you don't have any motivation to, he'll be your motivation. He loves hearing you play.

If you were interested in playing guitar, he totally sat for hours and teached you chords.

Holding your hand to make it press down on the strings, and saying "good job" or other little praises whenever you got it right.

You're interested in playing drums? He asked Gwen to come over and practice with you, and he was you two's hypeman.

He loves seeing you get along well with his best friends.

If you tell him your favorite song(s), he secretly learns it on his guitar until he's perfected it and then plays it for you.

Your reactions are always so amusing to him, and he loves it.

Makes you playlists with both his and your favorite songs so you can listen to them together

Spotify playlists? Nope, he dowloaded all the music (probably illegally) and burned them on CD's.

He gave you a portable CD player so you could listen to his playlists at any time.

At his gigs, he always makes sure you're as close to the stage as possible so he can keep an eye on you

You're always invited to his shows, no matter what, and he'll always play better and show off more when he sees you in the crowd

Brings you backstage just to give you a kiss between songs

most likely wrote you a few songs (or more cough cough)

Gave you one of his studded bracelets and said it looks good on you, even if it totally clashes with your style.

He loves seeing you wear it, and it's like you're being constantly reminded of him whenever you wear it.

Ever try his stuff on? It's yours now.

Clothes? no doubt. Jewlery? Yours. Literally anything else? You can have it.

He even gives you guitar picks from his shows, even if you have no use for them

He'll totally nick some of your sweaters or accessories once in a while though.

On the topic of gifts, he always steals small things he sees you looking at for a suspiciously long time in store

He's like a crow, always stealing shiny things (jewlery)

Yeah, he's definetily a bit of a kleptomaniac.

His criminal record must be insane just bc of his stealing habit

He totally makes you custom pins or patches with your favorite bands logos

Hes a very "DIY" kind of guy

He doesn't wanna spend money on things that are overpriced simply because it's popular, so a lot of the gifts he gives you are handmade

VERY skilled at making things though

That man does EVERYTHING.

Crochet, sewing, knitting, drawing, painting, handicraft, sculpting, you name it.

He's also surprisingly good at cooking/baking. (But sadly he doesn't believe in expiration dates/j)

MATCHING NAILS!!!

he usually colors his nails in with black sharpie, but he'll 100% let you paint his nails with actual nail polish

Pulling up at your place when he's drunk isn't an uncommon occurence.

He's a very affectionate drunk.

Especially if he's tired.

He'll tell you how much he loves you, joke around, and always has at least one arm slung around your shoulder

Never uses the front door to your house/apartment.

Always climbing through your windows, because he insists it's easier than knocking on a door.

Plus, if you still live with your parents, it'll make sneaking in at night WAY easier.

He doesn't believe in marriage. Says it's a way for the government to control your relationship and a waste of money

He loves stuff like promise rings though

His accent is so thick, so you're like a translator for him whenever someone doesn't understand him/j

Not related to Hobie, but Pavitr ships you two HARD. He NEVER let you hear the end of it when he first saw you guys kiss.

Pav's always making stupid cute and petty little remarks about your relationship, but he finds you two absolutely adorable.

feel free to give advice or anything in the comments because i genuinely dont know if this is good or nah,,

[thepoetsdiedatthislake]

Jegulus oneshot christmas pt1

Jegulus oneshot

Regulus was asleep, his chest slowly rising up and down, his head on a pillow which was in the shape of a flower, his arm wrapped around a grey bunny jellycat. A teenager whos reclaiming his childhood.

James smiled at how peaceful he looked. His face was soft, his mouth slightly parted and god that one little curl on his forehead-

James took out the polaroid camera Regulus got him for him last christmas, dusting of the pictures of him and Regulus at Christmas kissing under the mistletoe. He checked if there was any film, and as quietly as possible he snapped a photo of Regulus to keep for himself.

Christmas was tomorrow and James was going to wrap Regulus' gift tonight for him to find under the tree. Hopefully he'll accept it. In order for Regulus to not find out about his gift, James grabbed the roll of wrapping paper and walked to the kitchen table after he kissed Regulus' forehead of course.

He sat at the table, carefully wrapping it, each corner folded precisely so it could be perfect for his boyfriend. He then wrapped it in a beautiful green ribbon, tying a little bow. To hide it, he grabbed one of their kitchen chairs and stood atop it to place the gift ontop of the kitchen cabinet, which even with a chair, Reg could not reach.

James smiled, happy with himself. He then checked the polaroid he took which had fully developed now, and he could see Regulus' soft smile while he slept and that curl-

He put the polariod in his flannel pocket, cleaning up the wrapping paper and ribbon and putting it back in his and Regulus' bedroom but when he came back he saw a recently woken Regulus. His eyes were puffy and drowsy and his curls on one side were a little flat but he looked nonetheless gorgeous to James.

"Hello beautiful." James smiled, putting down the wrapping paper and leaning forward to kiss Regulus. Regulus smiled at him,

"Whats with the wrapping paper?" He rasped, his voice still very sleepy.

"I was just wrapping Sirius' present, I didn't wake you, did I?"

Regulus shook his head no.

[joellkeeny]

GRAPE JUICE

The camera clicks, and moments later, the new polariod emerges. It takes a minute for the picture to show properly, but when it does, your face splits in a comical grin. Although he's your muse most of the time, and seeing his face in your photos is not a surprise anymore, you can't help the fluttering in your stomach as you bite your lip, pocketing the photo as you grin widely, amused by the way he groans and rolls his eyes as if he wasn't expecting it. Settling the bowl down as he wonders if trying to ask for it back will ever work on you, he licks his lips and wipes his chin. "What?" You ask, as if unknowing of what you've just done. Steve knows that you can't help yourself around him, it's sort of like a joke between the two of you know, well, it's mostly funny on your side and he just has to take it. You've been carrying that camera around your neck for weeks, precious time in which you've managed to take his picture from every angle. Normally, he would just brush it off as if the attention you're showing him isn't making his cheeks bloom red each time the camera clicks with him in the frame. Occasionally, you'll stop to take a picture of one of the flowers in his backyard, or the view of the forest while the sun is setting, but nothing is quite as exciting as seeing Steve being the main attraction to your photos.

"What do you mean what? I look bad in that one...I was eating." He speaks with a minor pout, as if you haven't already caught him in far worse positions already. The bee incident does hold the number one spot on that list and you still proudly hold the polaroid as proof. You just grin, knowing that no matter how hard he tries, he can never look bad in any of the pictures, it's his god-given gift of always being flawless, and you can't do anything but take advantage of the fact. "You don't look bad, Steve, you never do." It takes a fraction of a second for his arched brows to pull into a frown as he purses his lips, though not being able to hold the face as he sees the pleased smile on yours, his own lips curling up slightly. "Shut up." It's a compliment that would usually never get a reaction out of him other than a hum and cocky 'thank you', but since it came from you, he finds the sentence stuck on a loop in his head. Swallowing down as he plops down on the other lounge chair, you finally pull the picture out, gazing at it fondly, eyes shimmering and lighting up as if he's not only your friend, your best friend.

His teeth sinking into the giant grape he holds it between his fingers, some juice oozing out on his chin as he holds the bowl in the other hand, eyes fixed on the grape. Aside from the fact that his swimming shorts are still dripping wet, you don't find any reason why he should be ashamed of the picture. Smiling fondly as you get lost in the polaroid, gazing at it as you take in the little details in it only you could ever notice. The band of his blue boxers peeking out from under the swimming shorts, his crooked bracelet you've made him in ninth grade, which he's still wearing proudly despite the mismatched colors and it being a bit too tight on his wrist, his chain catching a slight ray of sunshine on it, his damp hair hanging over his forehead as he's utterly focused on the fruit, yet he still looks as gorgeous as ever with the sun spilling over his back and drying the water still hanging on him from just coming out of the pool, no doubt his fingertips are pruned too. You briefly forget about him as you sigh and tuck it back in your bag, leaving it out of sight. You have a drawer full of little picture of Steve, a brief look into your dynamic with him for anyone who doesn't know you two. Most of all, you do it for the sentimental value you know no gift could ever receive.

Most of the pictures are just raw polaroids of the current situation, the intimate movie night you two usually share, a pool party on a sunny Sunday, even a small car ride can become a polaroid, because he's the one that gives meaning to the photos. The butterflies you feel each time you pull out an older photo, remembering the way he smiled and hugged you that day, or the way he looked at you manages to stay in your mind until the late hours where you can barely contain your giddiness. Of course, he's just a friend, right? Just a boy you love to spend your time with and no amounts of polaroids can change that...right?

POLAROIDS OF MY LOVE

[sebsxphia]

what kind

of polaroids

does preacher!rhett have of you 🤔

￫ a/n: headcanons for the ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ universe. thank you both so much for this incredible question! let’s go! i hope you enjoy the below! <3

￫ c/w: heavy religious themes and preacher!rhett abbott.

The Polaroids Preacher Rhett has of you are slimmer in number compared to ‘regular’ Rhett’s Polaroids that I mentioned here. First and foremost, the money he stole from the Church has to get you both by and he can’t be spending it on film all the time.

Secondly, you’re a run away and he knows there are people out there looking for you. The less he has, the less incriminating evidence he has against him.

However, as dear anon wonderfully suggests, I think those Polaroids are definitely in his small collection. He was only able to take two back in your home town.

The first was on a lonesome Tuesday. Unknown to you at the time, but it was a week or so before you had to leave town. You came to visit Rhett at his Church under the excuse for more “guidance” and you both had some spare time to yourselves.

You both wandered aimlessly through the small field of wildflowers out the back of the Church, sharing a cigarette and exchanging small conversation. Rhett had just come back from visiting a family a town over and in his bag he had his Polaroid camera.

When he asked if he could take a photo of you, your heart stopped and your cheeks got warm. It was the first picture he had of you. In your sundress, in the wildflowers and behind the Church.

Later on that afternoon and an hour before an evening service, you ended up sprawled over his desk in his back office. Your thighs were turning a dark purple, with hickeys and creamy splatters of his cum coating them. He took another Polaroid then.

You weren’t aware how crumpled they were now, after Rhett had clutched them tightly at night as he fisted his thick cock.

Once you left town and headed on your journey out West, a handful more Polaroids came to life.

You came into possession of a three piece lingerie set. It was simple. White and cream in colour, with intricate lace detailing where it was needed.

Rhett got a Polaroid of you with one knee bent on the Motel bed and your other leg stretched out. It showcased the perfect swell of your ass and how the garter belt hugged at the thigh high stockings clipped to it.

(If you spot the Mother Cain reference, you’d be correct!)

Another Polaroid Rhett had of you was you on your knees. You’re completely naked, all expect for the thin chain of a cross necklace sitting perfectly between the valley of your breasts. This was Rhett’s necklace he got you to wore to claim you as his.

Your lips and eyes are puffy, and Rhett’s cum is coating your cheeks, eyelashes, lips and chin, and the top of your breasts. Your mouth is wrapped around his thumb and sucking on it tenderly, a glazed over look in your eyes.

Rhett thinks that might be his favorite Polaroid.

The last Polaroid Rhett has of you is with your face down in the mattress, back arched and ass up. Again, you are completely naked to him. What can be seen is your swollen cunt sitting between your thighs and his spend leaking out of you.

On the tender flesh of your ass, there is a cross shaped welt starting to rise. With the flash of the Polariod, it catches the shine of Rhett’s cum in your cunt and the bruising starting to appear.

(Spanking with a cross features in the next chapter!)

There are five Polaroids in total and they all fit snuggly in Rhett’s top pocket, or on the inside of his Stetson hat.

[elizabysmal]

today is my 29th birthday, my husband got me one of those cute little polariod cameras and we had a picnic with my friends at a botanical garden :) feeling really good!! Really loved!!!

[theemporium]

daniel loves his camera and taking pictures but it's a little unsafe to use it in the bedroom with you two but he remembered the polaroid from the red bull promo so he get one and now his wallet is filled with little pictures of you and max looking absolutely fucked out

daniel just ordering yous both about so he can take all these polariod photos of you both🫠you are just his two wee toys to model and do as he says and he fucking loves it

[stargiirl27]

do you have any outsiders hcs? 🙈

HELL YEAH I DO, here's a few

ponyboy is gifted a polariod camera at some point and is all over that shit, he has marked and dated pictures of the gang hung up on his wall at college

johnny doesn't really think the beatles are all that bad, but he keeps it to himself lest the boys make fun of him for it

steve was really close with his mom, and part of the reason he and his dad don't get along is because she was what tied them together as a family, and with her gone the two feel more like strangers than father and son

dallas never had a thing for redheads until he met cherry, afterwards that's all he goes after