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rabbitcruiser · 10 months

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National Camera Day

Dust off an old digital camera, buy a disposable camera, or just fire up your smartphone and snap some pictures of your day to keep those memories forever.

The origin of National Camera Day is unknown, but it is used as a reminder for us to remember the existence of the camera and its many benefits. After all, how many other mediums can capture people and places so beautifully? How many other mediums can evoke smiles of memories past, or reminders of events that have shaped our lives?

The camera, in all of its many forms, is to be celebrated. This humble device has become a major part of our lives, and so, on National Camera Day, snap some photos during your lunch hour, on your commute to work, or whenever a moment of inspiration strikes.

Of course, the way you take pictures probably won’t be the way that people did it before the advent of digital photography and smart devices. Readers of a younger generation will be reaching for their smartphones to take photos of the world around them. And even if you are somebody who was well-versed in the wonderful world of 35mm film and zoom lenses, you might still find yourself reaching for your mobile device instead of that vintage camera from yesteryear.

Still, no matter what type of device you use to take photos, do something this National Camera Day. We all need to express ourselves creatively, so let your juices flow when you’re out and about or pottering around in your home, and take some magical pics.

History of Cameras and Photography

Cameras and photography have developed substantially over the years, from its early roots with the French inventor Joseph Niépce right up to modern day digital photography.

Joseph Niépce was a French inventor and is most noted as one of the inventors of photography and as a pioneer in the field. He developed the heliograph; a technique used to produce the world’s first known photograph in 1825, the view from the window at Le Gras the families estate.

In 1839, Louis Jacques Daguerre took the first fixed image that didn’t fade. He is recognized for his invention of the daguerreotype process of photography. He became known as one of the fathers of photography. His method required 30 minutes of exposure. He named the process – the Daguerreotype. Tintypes were developed in 1856 by Hamilton Smith and decades later, George Eastman invented flexible and unbreakable film that could be rolled. This was the birth of the first Kodak that was offered for sale in 1888.

In 1925 the Leica I went on sale, and its immediate popularity spawned a number of competitors. Kodak was one such competitor, and they released the Retina I in 1934. Though 35 mm cameras were still out of reach for most people things would soon change with the introduction of the inexpensive Argus A in 1936. The Japanese camera industry began with the birth of Canon in 1936 with its 35 mm rangefinder. Japanese cameras would soon become incredibly popular in the West after the Korean War as veterans and soldiers stationed in Japan brought them back to the United States.

While conventional cameras were becoming more refined and sophisticated, an entirely new type of camera appeared on the market in 1948. While TSLR and SLR were still the rage this new camera would change the way people would capture memories. This was the Polaroid, the world’s first instant-picture camera where no film development was needed. Known as a Land Camera after its inventor, Edwin Land, this camera was able to produce finished positive prints from the exposed negatives in under a minute. This new camera took the market by storm as people no longer had to sit still for long periods of time in order for their photographer to snap a picture.

The first digital camera that was commercially sold was in December of 1989 in Japan, the DS-X by Fuji. In 1991, Kodak brought to market the Kodak DCS-100, the beginning of a long line of professional Kodak DCS SLR cameras that were based in part on film bodies. It used a 1.3 megapixel sensor and was priced at $13,000.

The first commercially available digital camera, in the United States, was the 1990 the Dycam Model 1. It was originally a commercial failure because it was black and white, low in resolution, and cost nearly $1,000 but this changed and soon became loved by photographers.

With the standardisation of JPEG and MPEG in 1988, image and video files could be compressed for storage onto a SD or CF card. With the introduction of the Nikon D1 in 1999 at 2.47 megapixels, this was the first digital SLR that was entirely by a major manufacturer. The D1 cost just under $6,000 and was inexpensive for professional photographers and high-end consumers. This camera also used Nikon F-mount lenses, which meant photographers could utilise many of the lenses they already owned.

By 2010, nearly all mobile phones featured built-in camera with a resolution of 1-2 megapixels digital video camera. Many cameras also featured built-in GPS.

How To celebrate National Camera Day

You don’t need to know the history of the camera to celebrate National Camera Day, but while we have given you a snapshot of the people and events that have paved the way for the cameras we use today, you could make a special effort to learn more, be that at your local library or by looking up facts online.

The most obvious thing to do today is to take some pictures of your own. Use your smartphone if that is your camera of choice, but if you do have access to a digital camera or something that still uses film, brush the dust off it, and take it out for a walk. Who knows what you might see when you’re out and about, be it a comical moment that you can later share with your friends, or a piece of rare beauty that you can capture in a photograph to be looked on forever.

Take photos of your family and friends too, and along with any other pictures you take, share them on social media if they were digitally taken. And why not gift a photo to another? If you have taken something that will have special resonance for another, print it off and put it in a photo frame.

Today could be the day to push yourself out of your comfort zone. So, you might put down your phone and use an actual camera for your photos, and you could take shots of something that you have never attempted before. It could be a sunrise or sunset, birds in flight, or a scenic view at great height, as just a few examples. Just be careful if you attempt that last one!

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cowvboyenema · 9 months

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//Guided by a higher calling to get on my main so i can talk about this fucking chicken

#ooc post #like ough #they didnt let me take the picture so its not. they dont have the right camera setting on so it could look more defined #but fuuuuck bro they got me fucked up #sweating and moaning gasping for air etc etc looks so god damned good #eli was talking shit on us calling us gringos for our smooth salsa verde but fuck the smooth shit looks so damned good

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naahcust · 2 years

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#youtube #camera polaroid fujifim retro cute fofa rosa azul branca verde

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solvituracrishiems · 2 years

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Vez ou outra umas plantinhas. #jardim #arte #paisagismo #quintal #fotografia #camera #instaphoto #verde #casa #plantas #plant #instaartist #paz #sabedoria #calmingvibes #peacefulmoments #sossego #cafezinho #costeladeadao #paubrasil #jardimdobalduino #tardinha #morningmood #chuva #rainymood #rain (em Alecrim) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeBchXSrap0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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marcogiovenale · 8 months

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settembre e ottobre in camera verde: annotazioni e progamma

CENTRO CULTURALE LA CAMERA VERDE …dal 1999… Via Giovanni Miani 20 – 00154 Roma – t. 3405263877 www.lacameraverde.com – [email protected] IN GIRUM IMUS NOCTE ET CONSUMIMUR IGNI XXIII Rassegna Cinematografica da Camera 2023 II parte A cura di Giovanni Andrea Semerano 1. L’inquadratura è posta di traverso. Non c’è montaggio, è una lunga sequenza a camera fissa. Si vede una strada,…

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sorrowfulrosebud · 5 months

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Melanie and Verde’s relationship got me thinking about Idol! Reader and Photographer! Bakugou.

You’re up on the stage, white hot lights pouring on your face as you belt the lyrics to the song you and your boyfriend wrote together. You dance and hop around the stage, feeling the music so intensely that you wished this moment could never end. Your face is all beams and smiles as your backup dancers weave their bodies around you, complimenting your own performance.

Katsuki was circling the stage with his expensive camera, paying no attention to the screaming fans behind him demanding his attention. He was focused on shooting you in the most flattering lights, trying to get the best shots for your new article coming up.

He can’t help the little smile as you beam at him with a wide grin. You dance a little closer to the stage, making sure to lock eye contact as you sing the ending lyrics to your love song. Your fans cheer and scream for you both, Katsuki getting some attention of his own since you posted a cheeky photo of you smushing ice cream into his face.

You wave goodbye to your fans, bidding them a safe trip home as you skip off stage, giddily trotting to your dressing room. Katsuki is already sat on the couch flicking through the camera film, already deciding which ones to post for your official Instagram story.

“Hi baby, what did you think of the show tonight?” You ask happily, grabbing some comfy clothes and changing behind your screen. Katsuki looks up.

“An incredible job again, siren. Got some real good shoots here. Lighting didn’t fuck it up too much, so they must have got a new person workin’ ‘em. Good thing too, Sparkle Bitch was too flamboyant and made you glare,” he listed off, saving some of the most powerful photos.

“But as my boyfriend, how did I do?” You ask him as you come round the screen, hair tied up as you plonk yourself on to the couch. Katsuki places his camera down and grabs you by the waist, making you squeal as he sits you on his lap. His lips lock with yours as you squeak, slowly melting into the kiss.

“You were so fucking amazing, baby. Absolutely fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs lowly. Your eyes widen at his (not so) little friend bumping against you as you kiss him again and get off his lap.

“You perv, not now! I’m gonna go get in the shower. I’m sweaty from the lights and the costume and I’m parched,” you laugh, already stripping for the shower.

“If you’re thirsty, my number one fan has something for ya!” He cackled as you flipped him the bird. He shook his head fondly, before sending the photos from the camera to his phone.

The next day, the highlights from your performance were plastered on your Instagram. Thousands of likes and comments poured through, some commending the show, some being thirsty, but you didn’t care. You adored your fans.

What you didn’t know however was the photos that had your biggest smiles, the smiles where your nose was scrunched in pure glee. Your dimples made gentle fingerprints in your face, in the same places he fondly holds you. The smile that makes him go weak in the knees, one that should only be his. Those photos were his to keep.

So unless you were to go into his Cloud Drive, you would never see the secret folder he has of your best moments and cutest memories.

#🥀 rambles #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #katsuki bakugou fluff #bnha x reader fluff #mha x reader fluff

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louddydisturb · 8 months

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There you are

Parte 3 de playing dangerous

Harry tentou seguir com sua vida depois do fatidico dia, mas mesmo depois de 18 meses ela se vê deitando nos braços confortaveis novamente

Harry, 19

Louis, 41

Tw: age gap, h!inter, sexo anal, menção a estrupo (não tem detalhes), family issues, spanking, bondage, spit kink (levinho), praise kink, stalking

Preservem a saude mental pra não acabarem como a sol aqui!

Vou ser boazinha e postar logo pq eu odiei a dos momrry e louddy

Boa leitura!

23 de setembro, fim oficial do verão no hemisferio norte e aniversario de harry

Ela acordou com taylor e niall na porta de seu quarto com um bolo decorado e com velas formando um '18'

Ela levantou animada indo tomar café com os melhores amigos planejando oque fariam no dia

Eram exatas 15:00 horas quando sua campainha tocou

"Olá, srta. Styles?" A cacheada assente "então isso aqui é pra você" o entregador entrega um buquet de rosas brancas junto com uma carta e uma caixa de seus chocolates favoritos

Ela pegou agradeçendo mesmo que confusa

Feliz 18° aniversario, harry

Espero que tenha um bom dia

A carta não estava assinada mas ela conhecia aquela caligrafia, e no mesmo instante ela sentiu todo o almoço voltando de seu estomago, correndo para despejar tudo no banheiro e deixando taylor e niall confusos na sala

31 de outubro, harry trabalhava na lanchonete, era quase fim do outono e uma tempestade de neve inesperada atingiu a cidade

Ela estava atrás do caixa quando viu uma viatura estacionar ja frente das portas de vidro da lanchonete

Um cara desceu do banco do co-piloto caminhando até a cacheada

"Olá" disse simpatico "vou querer um latte macchiato, um chá de hibisco, um croassaint de manteiga e dois mufins de oreo"

"O chá é com leite?"

"Um momento" ele fala e aperta um botão no walkie talk "chá com leite, tommo?" Harry pode ouvir um 'não' baixinho "não, e tudo é pra levar"

A cacheada assente finalizando o pedido

"Tudo fica 11,95"

"Pode ficar com o troco" ele entrega uma nota de 100 libras e caminha para o outro balcão para esperar o pedido, ignorando as perguntas de harry

1 de janeiro, um vinho junto com uma carta de feliz ano novo chegaram na casa de harry

2 de janeiro, harry bloqueou louis

Fazia alguns varios meses desde que harry sumiu no mapa para louis, ele chegou a ve-la no supermecado dois meses depois mas quando a garota o viu ela simplesmente sumiu entre as estantes

No inicio foi doloroso, louis se divorciou algumas semanas depois e no fim do verão seu filho se mudou para fazer faculdade na escocia. Sua unica distração era o trabalho, ele passava praticamente o dia e a noite toda na delegacia

Harry por outro lado passou em uma universidade na cidade e trabalhava meio periodo em uma lanchonete, agora com 19 anos ela já economizava para se mudar o mais breve possivel

Louis estava brincando com uma caneta em sua sala, já passava das 1 e meia da manhã quando ele começou a ouvir gritos na frente da delegacia

Ele levantou indo ver oque estava acontecendo empunhando a arma caso precisasse

"Por favor me ajudem! ele é louco!" E para a sua surpresa lá estava ela, harry, em carne e osso.

A cacheada chorava tremendo sendo amparada por uma das policiais que estava de plantão na noite

"Oque aconteceu?" Ele observa os olhos verdes arregalarem e ela baixar a cabeça chorando baixinho

"Um homem estava seguindo ela, ele tentou agarra-la e... estrupa-la" a ultima parte sai quase como um sussurro

"Malik, pede os arquivos das cameras aos arredores, pede para a viatura 2 fazer uma ronda pelo bairro. Deem um jeito e localizem o filho da puta" ele coloca a arma no suporte em seu cinto "harry preciso que venha fazer o boletim de ocorrencia" ele fala calmo observando a garota sentada em sua frente, ela tremia enquanto bebia agua e tinha algumas marcas em seu braço "A oficial anna pode vir junto" ele tenta ao ver que a garota nao se mexeu

Ela assente se levantando e andando acompanhada da policial até a sala de louis

"Preciso que me fale com o maximo de detalhes, pode tomar o tempo que precisar" ele fala concentrado no computador em sua frente "começamos por nome completo e idade"

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Harry chorava encolhida no sofá no canto da sala de louis, ela tinha contado tudo mas não tinha condições de ir para casa

Eles estavam sozinhos na sala, louis respeitando o espaço da garota sabendo que era um momento dificil, por mais que quisesse largar tudo e a abraçar para ninguem a machucar, nunca mais

"Como tem ido?" Ele tenta distrair a garota que parecia um pouco mais calma

"Fora isso, bem" harry se limita a dizer

"Sinto muito por tudo que aconteceu" harry sabia que ele não falava apenas do acontecimento de horas atrás

"Uma hora ou outra eles acabariam sabendo" ela abraça os joelhos

"Eu poderia ter resolvido, não precisava ter se afastado"

"Louis, você é pai do meu ex-namorado e casado. Eu fui humilhada naquele dia, não era como se eu fosse esquecer de uma hora para outra e viver contigo como se eu não tivesse que ver a cara do meu ex todo os dias"

"Eu sei que foi dificil, eu não que-"

"Não sabe louis, voce nao tem a minima ideia" ela encara a parede "eu fiquei gravida" o tom tão baixo quase como um sussurro

"Oque!? Como? Você tomava.." O tomlinson levanta da cadeira encarando a garota atônito "porque não me-"

"Eu não queria aquela criança, alguns dias depois do meu aniversario eu começei a me sentir muito mal e fiz o teste, deu positivo e a ultima pessoa que eu tinha dormido era você. Eu abortei na mesma semana" ela tinha os olhos grudados no chão "eu não amava aquele feto" ela fica alguns segundos em silencio "pilulas não são 100% eficazes, é raro mas pode acontecer"

"Harry..." ele não se segura em abraçar a garota aconchegando-a em seu peito "eu sinto muito, eu sinto muito pelo oque teve que passar por minha culpa" ele afagava os cachos sentindo a garota soluçar contra seu peito, uma lagrima escorrendo pela sua propia bochecha "isso não vai apagar tudo oque teve que passar mas me desculpa" ele segura o rostinho choroso limpando as lagrimas de sua bochecha molhada "não vou te pedir uma segunda chance, eu sei que errei no momento em que te levei para o meu quarto, eu poderia ter te polpado todo esse estresse" ele beija a testa suada

"Ta bem, eu aceitei, tenho uma parcela de culpa" ela da de ombros

"Harry, não. Você era querendo ou não era uma criança, 17 anos harry. Adolescentes fazem merdas, eu me desculpo por ter cooperado com uma merda tão grande"

Harry tinha parado de chorar, agora ela respirava calma encolhida no peito de tomlinson "vamos achar esse idiota, ok?" Ela assente

Harry tentou fugir de toda a situação por muito tempo, muito mesmo. Ela desde de pequena teve que crescer mais rapido e mudar algumas atitudes "infantis", aos 7 seu pai saiu de casa depois de passar um ano completo chegando bebado e ameaçando a ela e sua mãe, e depois sua mãe não foi uma das melhores simplesmente deixando harry de lado e dizendo como ela destruiu o casamento dela, ela conheceu adrian em uma aula conjunta com a turma da sala ao lado, ela tinha quase 15 anos e ele tinha 15 anos recem completos. Não demorou muito para eles começarem a namorar, no inicio adrian era como um principe que a salvou da torre na floresta, mas infelizmente isso não era uma versão de enrolados. Ele a tratava bem mas o rei entra na historia, ele dava a atenção paterna que ela não tinha e ela não pode deixar de se levar pelos labios fininhos

Depois de 18 meses e algumas sessões de terapia ela se sentia pronta para deixar o vento levar tudo definitivamente

Mas como uma mera brincadeira do destino ai estava ela, deitada contra o peito de louis sentindo o perfume forte a envolver e uma aurea confortavel pairar envolta dos dois

"Vem, vou te levar em casa" ele se afasta da garota levantando e pegando seu casaco no encosto da cadeira

Harry caminha ao lado de louis, ela ainda tinha medo que o cara louco aparecesse mas ela tambem sabia que louis não deixaria nada acontecer

Ela entrou na viatura sentindo as memorias de como tudo começou a invadir, a cacheada apoiou o pés no banco se apoiando no joelhos e se encolhendo ali

Louis dirigia concentrado, apertando o volante até os nós de seus dedos ficarem brancos mas diferente daquele dia depois da festa a aurea que pairava no carro não era nada sexual. louis sentia raiva, raiva por si, raiva do babaca que assediou harry, raiva de ter deixado harry ter passado por tudo isso -- mesmo a garota tendo se fechado em uma bolha segura para não se ferir mais --

"Prontinho, se precisar de algo pode me ligar ou ligar pra delegacia" ele estaciona o carro na frente da casa branca

"Obrigada, louis." Ela sai do carro caminhando ate a porta da casa e tirando as chaves do bolso do casaco

Louis deu partida ouvindo seu celular tocar assim que chega na esquina

"Sim?" Ele atende sem olhar o nome do contato

"Louis, pode dormir aqui? E-eu to sozinha e não sei se consigo dormir" o tom de voz tremulo de harry fez seu coração se quebrar em mil pedacinhos

"Eu estou voltando" ele manobrou o carro de qualquer jeito não demorando para estar na frente da casa de harry novamente

O tomlinson deu dois batidas na porta e harry não demorou muito para abrir a porta, os braços magros envolvendo o torço de louis

"Shh... vai ficar tudo bem" ele afaga os cachos a levando para dentro da casa

Eles caminham ate o quarto de harry e louis ajuda a garota colocar um pijama confortavel -- sem qualquer segunda intenção -- e então senta cadeira giratoria observando harry encolhida na cama

"Pode deitar aqui" ela se afasta deixando um lado da cama livre, louis deita meio sem jeito ao lado de harry sentindo a garota o abraçar. O mais velho travou, se sentindo um merda com toda a situação

Ele afagou os cachos observando harry repousar tranquilamente em seu colo ela parecia agora sensivel e sem defesas, louis tinha medo de se aproximar de novo e a quebrar

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Harry levanta ouvindo gritos ecoando pelo corredor, ela caminha atordoada vendo vidros serem arremessados pela sala, sombras de pessoas passavam de um lado por outro gritando e rodeavam harry

Ela sufocava nas sombras, se afundando em um breu, se perdendo na escuridão

"NÃO!" Ela acorda sentando na cama, ela suava e tinha a respiração desregulado

Ela olha em volta percebendo que era só o sonho que a assombrava todas as noites, sua casa estava silenciosa e sua cama vazia

"Louis?" ela levanta caminhando até a sala, encontrando o mais velho deitado no sofá espaçoso "lou..." ela deita em seu peito sentindo as lagrimas voltarem as escapar, escorrendo pelas bochechas rosadas

"Hazz? Oque houve?" Ele senta abraçando a garota em seu colo "ta tudo bem"

"Eu não aguento mais" ela limpas as lagrimas com as costas das mãos "me ajuda a esquecer, lou" ela puxa a gola da camisa de louis aproximando seus rostos

If you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did

(Se você me segurar sem me machucar, sera o primeiro que o fez)

"Harry..." ele contava com todo seu auto controle para não beijar os labios rosinhos da cacheada

"Pode me beijar, pode fazer oque quiser" os braços magros rodearam os ombros de louis "faz com que eu me sinta viva de novo"

Hug me, love me, touch me, honey. Be the first who ever did

(Me abraçe, me ame, me toque, amor. Seja o primeiro que o fez)

"Harry, eu não quero te machucar" ela tenta a afastar mas ela se segurava firme em seu pescoço

"Não vai me machucar" ela tira a blusinha do pijama encarando os olhos de louis "me ama, lou" ela beija os labios fininhos

Louis segura o queixo delicado de harry antes de a puxar em um beijo necessitado e deita o corpo pequeno no sofá macio

"Pode me deixar depois se quiser" ela fala baixinho sentindo os chupões descerem pelo seu pescoço

"Nunca" louis desce os beijos parando na cintura da garota "mas vamos fazer devagar agora" ele puxa o short do pijama "ir etapa por etapa" harry sente os beijos calmos no interior de suas coxas "vamos pular a etapa do jantar agora mas te levo depois" a barba ralinha roçava no interior de suas coxas trazendo uma sensação boa e uma vermelhidão no local "não quero que sofra mais, harry" a lingua quentinha traça uma linha por toda a bucetinha molhada

Harry arqueou as costas ao que louis chupou o clitoris sensivel e gemeu alto apoiando suas coxas no ombro de louis, o prendendo contra si

Os olhos azuis encontraram o olhar choroso e necessitado de harry que maltratava seus peitinhos enquanto mordia os labios vermelinhos na tentativa de abafar os gemidos

"Não quero que me trate como tratava a sem graça da sua ex-mulher"

"Não vou, amor. Vou tratar cem vezes melhor" ele se afasta "Você me deixa louco, amor" ele observa a garota soltar suspirar sentindo falta da lingua quentinha a chupando "não se apegue em memorias passadas, nenem. Você não precisa delas" ele acaricia as bochechas vermelhas antes de abaixar a calça jeans liberando o pau que vazava aos montes na cueca cinza

Louis se ajoelha na altura do peito de harry, deixando-a entre suas pernas e com o rosto a centrimetros de seu pau

Harry levou as mãos para o falo duro em sua frente começando uma punheta lenta enquanto lambia a cabecinha vermelha fazendo louis gemer rouco em cima de si

"Você sempre é tão boa, amor" harry pressiona uma coxa com a outra sentindo sua buceta pulsar "tão boa que me deixou todos esses meses a beira de começar uma investigação para te acharem e te trazerem pra mim, mas eu sempre soube onde esteve, todos esses 18 meses" ele estoca devagar contra a garganta da garota "eu achava que estava bem, pelo menos aparentava" ele acaricia os cachos cor de chocolate usando de apoio para as estocadas "fiquei orgulhoso quando vi que passou em medicina" harry tinha os olhos marejados "sempre soube que você era minha menina inteligente. Mas não gostava de te ver indo para as festinhas universitarias, aqueles caras todos se aproveitando pra passar a mão em você. Eu arriscaria dizer que sei com quantos dormiu" a garota começou a engasgar e bater contra as coxas de louis em busca de ar "mas eu sabia que você voltaria para mim, amor." Ele se afasta observando o rostinho choroso de louis

Harry sentia sua lubrificação molhar suas coxas apenas em ver o outro lado de louis

"Porque acha que estava tão perto da delegacia?" Ele espalha com o dedão a mistura de baba e pré-porra que molhava as bochechas coradas, parando em seus labios inchadinhos, fazendo-a chupar "você me enganou, harry" louis aperta as bochechas de harry fazendo um biquinho se formar nos labios machucados, um pequeno coração se formando entre os labios "você disse que iria esperar" ele cospe, em seguida dando duas batidinhas na bochecha fazendo-a engolir

"Ficou recentido? Tristinho?" Ela fala sentindo um tapa acertar sua bochecha

"Agora é minha hora de falar" ele observa a marca de sua mão aparecer na bochecha sensivel "eu deixei você achar que tinha se livrado por todo esse tempo, eu deixei com que vivesse. Mas eu já estava resolvendo tudo antes mesmo de me deixar como um idiota olhando para a porta da casa depois que saiu, eu ja iria me divorciar dela"

"Como se fosse facil assim, não tem como se divorciar do seu filho"

"Ele saiu do país no mês seguinte" louis sai de cima de harry subindo sua calça antes de caminhar até a cozinha pegando um whiskey já aberto "Sobe para o quarto" ele diz seco

Harry suspira levemente irritada, ela se sentia mais proximo de um orgasmo do que esteve em todos esses meses, mas faz oque foi pedido

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Harry sentava no meio da cama quando louis entrou no comodo, um cigarro aceso -- já pela metade -- em uma mão, a garrafa de whiskey na outra, a camisa preta estava em seu ombro e a calça ainda tinha os botões abertos

"Ja tem dezenove, pode beber" ele vira a garrafa um tanto quanto agressivo na boca da garota "de quatro e mãos na cabeceira" ele deixa a garrafa na mesa de cabeçeira e deixa o cigarro entre seus labios para tirar o cinto preto da calça, ele prende os pulsos pequenos da garota na grade da cabeçeira "respondendo sua pergunta, sim fiquei triste, harry" ele amarra a camisa contra a boca da garota fazendo-a grunir abafado "fiquei muito triste, mas eu sabia que tinha como te achar. Uma adolescente de 17 anos não consegue ir tão longe, a mulher que te achou na praça, lana, conhece? Ela é uma policial que trabalha comigo, eu que mandei ela te achar e te deixar em segurança em casa" harry sente as mãos de louis apertarem as bandas de sua bunda "sabe da vez que dormiu na casa daquele tal de chris? Depois acordou e não sabia onde estava. O cara que te ajudou quando saiu na rua sem rumo e sem bateria no celular, luke, eu quem mandei" ele deixa um tapa ardido contra o lado direito da bunda branquinha "eu sempre te protegi, harry" outro tapa "e você foi ingrata o suficiente para me bloquear em todo meio de comunicação possivel" outro tapa "mas nunca apagou meu numero, certo? Não perguntou quando eu te deixei aqui mais cedo" ele fala rente a orelha da garota, sentindo-a arrepiar embaixo de si "você me pediu para te ajudar a esquecer, mas para esquecer você tem que lembrar e depois deixar o vento levar tudinho" ele deixa outro tapa, agora na coxa de harry e traga o final do cigarro "lembra como achou que me deixou como um idiota te procurando no supermecado? Ou quando saiu pela portas dos fundos depois que me viu fazendo ronda em uma festa?" Ele puxa os cachos e pressiona sua pelves contra a bunda harry "depois de tudo isso você continuou acabando aqui, implorando por mim de madrugada"

Harry sente louis se afastar de si e os olhos verdes o encontrar tirando um potinho de lubrificante da mesa de cabeceira

Harry gemeu contra o tecido da camisa ao que sentiu dois dedos de louis invadirem seu cuzinho

Ela puxou as mãos fazendo o couro do cinto afundar em seu pulso, choramingando no processo

"Shh amor, não seja apressada" ele continua dedando harry em uma velocidade tortuosamente lenta

Foram 5 longos minutos em uma quase tortura e louis se divertia vendo harry desesperadinha embaixo de si

Louis substituiu seus dedos pelo seu pau fazendo harry se molhar tanto que parecia que ela tinha gozado, mas julgando pelos choramingos abafados e como ela estava desesperada, ele sabia que ela estava segurando o orgasmo

"Você sempre vai ser melhor do que qualquer outra, hazza" ele estocava em uma velocidade consideravel sentindo os pézinhos de harry baterem contra o colchão "quer gozar, amor?" A garota acena com a cabeça "tão desesperadinha" uma mão de louis desce para o clitoris inchadinho enquanto ele beija o ombro palido e investia contra a bunda vermelinha da garota "goza, mas goza sabendo que eu não vou parar nenhum segundo" harry tremeu embaixo de louis, seu baixo ventre revirando, sua cabeça pendendo entre seu braços, ela choramingava e esquichava molhando todo o colchão embaixo de si "puta que pariu" ele aumenta o ritmo da estocadas fazendo harry puxar seus pulsos e bater as pernas na cama, completamente desesperada e sensivel mas ela sentia como se pudesse ter um orgasmo ali mesmo

Louis gozou no cuzinho da garota gemendo rouco contra o ouvido da mesma e encaixou o plug que achou na mesa de cabeceira guardando toda a sua porra ali

O de olhos azuis desamarrou a camisa da boca de harry e soltou os pulsos -- agora vermelhos e marcados pelo cinto --

Harry virou na cama, ainda sensivel pelo orgasmo que foi tão adiado

"Fode minha bucetinha" ela puxou o rosto de louis para perto do seu fazendo o mais velho se encaixar entre suas pernas e consequentemente roçar o pau nos labios da buceta sensivel

O moreno se ajoelha entre as pernas de harry, ela parecia tão destruida.

"Mesmo depois de tudo que fiz eu continuo te aceitando" ele penetra o penis ja rijo na entradinha molhada "eu continuo fazendo de tudo por você" harry arqueia as costas sentindo as investidas lentas de louis, esse que apoiou uma mão na cabeceira e a outra na coxa vermelinha de harry a puxando de encontro contra si

A garota arranhava a costa de louis buscando algum apoio ao que as estocadas ficavam cada vez mais agressivas

Harry gemia alto sentindo seu baixo ventre revirar e louis mordiscava todo o pescoço já não tão branquinho da cacheada

"Isso lou... me faz gozar" um tapa é desferido na coxa ja vermelha fazendo harry puxar os lençois ao seu lado "só o lou sabe cuidar de mim" ela leva as mãos para o rosto do outro em cima de si

Louis sentia que poderia gozar só com a imagem abaixo de si, harry toda suadinha com os cachos espalhados no traveseiro, as bochechas vermelhas -- especialmente o lado direito por causa do tapa -- e com rastros de lagrimas, a boquinha inchadinha e vermelha, os olhos marejados. Harry era perfeita em muitos sentindos.

"Goza, amor. Goza com o lou" louis sentiu seu baixo ventre revirar enquanto ele gozava em harry que apertava e molhava seu pau em um outro orgasmo "te amo tanto" ele beija a testa suada da garota que tinha os olhos verdes fechados e a respiração desregulada "te amei da primeira vez, da ultima e te amarei pra sempre" ele deita puxando harry para seu colo, essa que já estava sonolenta praticamente dormindo ali "só não me deixa te machucar, hazz"

I love you the first time, i love you the last time, i love you forever

#larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #one shot #smut #one direction #harry styles

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aalyssah · 9 months

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One More Night

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Hiker!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Creampie, Dub-Con, but reader gets into it, Praise, Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,494

Summary: When hiking you happen to get lost, but luckily you spot a cabin in the woods. You spend the night not knowing who owns it, but soon find out when awaken to the man.

A/N: Does anyone have any slasher requests? Hope You Enjoy!

You looked up at the sky seeing the sun starting to set. It was a beautiful orange/pink color.

You looked around and caught the eye of a butterfly, but not just any butterfly. It was a Palos Verdes Blue. It's very rare to see and you can't miss this moment.

You quickly grabbed your camera and began chasing it. You wanted a good shot, so you ran after it. The leaves crunched under your shoes as you ran. "Oh, come here you butterfly." You mumbled, snapping a couple of shots.

Unbeknownst to you, your small map fell from your bag, the paper falling in a pile of leaves. You were so invested in the butterfly, you didn't notice the log that was on the ground. You tripped, landing face first in leaves. "Ow!" You groaned, sitting up, and rubbing your head.

"Oh no, the butterfly!" You got up quickly looking around, but the butterfly was nowhere around. "Dang it." You let out a sad sigh. You finally looked around noticing you didn't know where you were. "Where am I?" You reached in your pocket for your map, but it wasn't there.

You instantly pulled your bag off, unzipping the zippers and moving everything around. "Where's my map, where is my map?!" You almost tore your whole bag apart looking for the map. You laid on the leaves, letting out a big breath. 'It's okay, it's gonna be okay.' You reassured yourself. 'Just retraced your steps.'

You stood up and grabbed your bag and attempted to retrace your steps, but there was a problem. You didn't know where you came from. You started going in a different direction, hoping it would lead you to your map.

It felt like you walked for hours, but it was only one. It was basically pitch black and the only thing that was saving you was the flashlight you had, but you worried it was gonna run out. To your luck you spotted a small cabin next to a lake.

You smiled in relief, running to the cabin. You didn't know if there was anyone there, but you kinda didn't care. You just needed shelter. You gave 3 small knocks on the wooden door. "Hello, is anyone home?" You pushed it open revealing a small home. It had a toilet in the corner and a bed across.

At least it was something.

You took some clothes out of your bag, grabbed your flashlight, and walked towards the lake. You set up the flashlight against a tree so it was facing you. You stripped from your clothes, and took a small dip in the water.

You were finally getting cleaned after 2 days of hiking. You felt all the bugs and sticky grim getting washed off. As you washed your arms, you swore you saw something move out the corner of your eye, but brushed it off.

You got out the water and began drying off, but something didn't feel right. You felt like someone was watching you. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" You called out, but was only met by crickets. You decided not to stick around, grabbing your clothes and running back to the cabin.

You made it, feeling slightly safe. You dressed up and got your sleeping bag and placed it on the wooden bed. It was surprisingly comfy and you soon fell asleep.

It was 2:20 AM and Jason got back from killing a group of teenagers who threatened to mess with his camp. He walked to his cabin and opened the door. To his surprise, he saw a woman laid out in a sleeping bag.

He pulled the bag down, surprised that you didn't wake up. He could see your legs, the shirt you wore tore up. He didn't know what it was, but the sudden tightness in his pants had him confused. He looked down to see a bump in his crotch area.

He slowly palmed himself, jumping at how sensitive felt. He's seen his victims have sex before, but how do you do it? Well, he knows a little bit, so he slowly pulled your shorts down, making sure you didn't move.

He saw your panties, a small wet spot on the crotch park. He rubbed his rough fingers in it, feeling the wetness. He used a small pocket knife in his hands and cut them in half, tearing them away.

He stared at your cunt, glistening of your juices. It shined under the small light coming from outside. Curiously, he swiped his finger up your cunt, his finger now wet.

He pulled up his mask, sniffing before licking it. He felt as if he just tasted his mothers homemade cooking. It tasted so good, so sweet. He swiped again and again before his finger accidentally pushed inside you.

Your body jumped in your sleep from his action. He looked confused, pushing his finger in, now realizing what was happening. He quickly pulled his jeans down and took hold of his cock. He guided it to your hole, attempting to push inside, but it didn't fit.

He grumbled under the mask, trying to force himself inside, but you woken out of your sleep after feeling something teasing with your body. "What the fuck?!" You squirmed away from him, cowering in the corner of the bed.

"W-who are you?" You pulled your shirt down to cover your bottom area up, scared of the man. He only stood there, a small whine coming from him. You looked down to see his cock. It was red, aching in his hands. It twitched at his own touch.

Even though he wore a mask, you could see his eyes staring at your legs. "Y-you wanna fuck me?" Jason looked at you, nodding his head. "No, I don't know you!" You carefully moved to grab your knife from your bag, but Jason bent down, picking up his machete.

It dripped with fresh blood, as well as dried blood on the handle. You gulped in fear, holding your hands up in surrender. "Okay, you can fuck me. You can do whatever you want, just don't kill me." Your chest heaved up and down as Jason grabbed you by the ankles, snatching you back.

You laid on your back, legs spread wide as he struggled to push inside. You would moan as soon as he got close, but it would either slide out or not be lined up correctly. "Let me help." You took his cock, guiding it to your entrance. You held your breath as he entered you.

His cock was wide and big, but you could take it. Jason's eyes fluttered close, feeling nothing, but pleasure. You let out a breath, laying flat on your back, looking up at the ceiling. "Now, thrust your hips just a little." Jason complied, moving his hips back and forth.

You moaned, closing your eyes. Jason grunted feeling your tight cunt grip his cock. "Y'know you could go just a little faste-'' Your sentence was cut off when your legs were pulled up and your body was pressed back. Jason put his feet on the bed, and began thrusting.

He had you folded up in a mating press, fucking you hard into the wooden bed. You're sure it's gonna break, but that's not your worry right now. You grabbed at his arm, your nails digging into his skin, small moon crescents evident.

"Oh fuck- oh my god- yes!" You screamed to the top of your lungs at the unexpected change of pace. He was breathing hard under the mask as he pounded you, grabbing into the bed.

You could feel drool dripping from the corner of your mouth from how good he was fucking you. "Yes, just like that!" Jason put everything he had into his pounding, making sure that not only him, but you were enjoying it.

You clawed at his back, feeling yourself close. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Your words encouraged Jason to go harder. You clenched down on him repeatedly, almost there. "Rub my clit, please!"

Jason had no clue what you were talking about until you grabbed his hand and guided it between your bodies.

You jumped, eyes rolling back. "Shit, I'm cumming." You came, squeezing around him the tightest Jason's ever felt. He groaned, losing all feeling of his body. He fell on you, all his body weight crushing your small body underneath him.

He emptied his cum inside you before pulling back. You looked up at him with hazy eyes, a small smile on your face. "I didn't know you were so talented." Jason stared down at you, not knowing what you were talking about.

The sun was coming up and the sound of people walking through the woods caught yours and Jason's attention. Jason quickly tucked himself back in his pants and grabbed his machete before going on to pay the campers a visit.

Maybe you'll stay one more night in the cabin.

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees smut #jason vorhees smut #jason voorhees fluff #jason voorhees imagine #jason voorhees x reader #jason vorhees x you #friday the 13th #slasher smut #horror smut

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dark-elf-writes · 5 months

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Imagine during the movies! Especially the first one, during i-island.

Irie and Spanner were invited thanks to Verde to show their creations. The tenth generation are there because they are the " helpers".

So during the hostages situation 1A is panicking, Tsuna and co are calm and formulating plans.

" irie, Spanner tried hacking the cameras. I want you to take back control in an hour. Chrome, Onichan, try to sneak in and save the hostages. The resto of us ? We are going for the main villain, Verde you are with us. I suspect there is something they want, and if it's something technological I want you to stop it"

Izuku and the rest " how are you so calm Tsuna ??"

" this is like doing one of Reborn scenarios"

All of 1-A staring wide eyed at Tsuna and the Rehab Class as they react to a hostage situation/hostile takeover like it’s nothing. They’re fairly certain they saw Chrome and Spanner exchanging cash as if they had been betting on this.

Kyoka blinked, feeling steadier even as she felt like she had been hit by Uraraka’s quirk and sent tumbling. “How are you all so calm about this?” She would deny the way her voice squeaked to her dying day. The day was stressful enough without taking “mortification over puberty” into account.

Orange eyes looked to her, calm and understanding, so unlike the nervous energy that had surrounded Tsuna all morning as he tried to keep his classmates and younger siblings from blowing up anything that wasn’t meant to be.

“It’s not the first time we’ve done something like this.”

Gokudera snorted. “Yeah at least it’s just security bots trying to kill us instead of the building itself.”

Irie, who was bent over holding his stomach and looking more than a little pale as Spanner patted his back one handed while the other was a blur on the laptop he pulled from nowhere, groaned. “I said I was sorry! It had to look believable!”

“Fat lot of good that did! He knew you were dirty!”

“Do you know how hard it is to act as a double agent when the person you’re working against is not only one of your best friends but is one of your best friends in every alternate universe!?”

The two of them continued to bicker as she turned wide eyes back to Tsuna. It was hard to tell with the weird calm that came over him when he used his quirk but she was pretty sure he was amused. “Like I said. We’ve done this before.”

Kyoka wondered what Nezu was thinking when he thought making the Rehab Class was a good idea.

#the elf talks #reborn #mha #bnha #katekyo hitman reborn #rehab class au #ft. shoichi’s tummy issues as it should

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annaeisuoipensieri · 2 months

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“I manganelli esprimono il fallimento educativo dei genitori e degli insegnanti degli studenti che hanno cercato lo scontro con le forze della polizia”.

Queste parole miserabili, MISERABILI, sono state pronunciate poco fa alla Camera dal deputato leghista pisano Edoardo Ziello, in un tripudio di applausi da parte di tutti i colleghi di partito.

Non una parola una nei confronti dei manganellatori in divisa di quel giorno a Pisa, ma addirittura la Lega è arrivata a un grado tale di meschinità da accusare i genitori e addirittura gli insegnanti di studenti che manifestano pacificamente.

Genitori e insegnanti. Quegli stessi insegnanti che coraggiosamente avevano preso le difese di ragazzi disarmati e massacrati per le proprie idee.

In realtà, “caro” deputato che non voglio neppure rinominare, l’unico fallimento educativo è quello di chi le ha messo in testa - o non è riuscito a scongiurare - un tale concentrato di meschinità, mestizia, analfabetismo emotivo e istituzionale. Che è ancora più scoraggiante sentire dalla voce di un 31enne, poco più grande di quei ragazzi di Pisa.

E il problema è che non è la gaffe di uno sprovveduto ma il preciso, chiarissimo manifesto politico del suo partito e del governo che sostiene. Perfettamente in linea con la linea negazionista del ministro Piantedosi.

Io mi auguro solo che quei genitori e quegli insegnanti la denuncino, tutti insieme. Che lo facciano davvero. Solo così capirebbe la gravità e la vergogna di quello che ha detto.

(tosa)

E dal partito verde come il vomito è tutto 🤢

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inchidentally · 4 months

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MUSE LANDO YES

truly is this what he is for DJs?? energy being so important for a DJ set and of course having beautiful Lando dancing around with the sheen of his perfectly toned skin reflecting every change of the lights right where they can grab at him and furtively smell where his cologne hasn't touched has got to be inspiration.

but god I want him to get really artsy friends who not only make him feel desired and loved but who can express how Lando makes them feel in photography, painting, sculpture, poetry, film, or making jewelry that specifically invokes Lando's eyes or the gradient of pinks in his lips or the way humidity clings to his curls like a coronet fashioned from the air of faraway places that smell like oudh incorporated in a fragrance made just for him.

a painter could express the textures and vibrating energy of Lando standing shirtless and shoeless on a balcony during torrential rain. a sculptor could transform pieces of old industrial iron into a lithe climbing shape to evoke Lando stretching himself up and awake after a nap on a sun-filled penthouse rug. photographers and visual artists would spend weeks just following him around cities he's never seen before, straining to capture the way his neck extends balletic and strong when his curiosity is piqued and the broken-open fragility of his verde gris eyes when he falls into a fleeting love affair with a stranger or a cramped side street or a little hint of the humdrum practicality of a Normal Life he's never known even in passing.

and if I let my brain go real nuts here maybe some rumpled wannabe documentary filmmaker-slash-nepo baby desperate to justify his place in filmmaking chooses to stumble after Lando during an entire F1 season. and maybe he brings a cumbersome setup of thin, patched screens covered in acoustic foam panels and an even more unwieldy vintage camera across oceans and continents so that he always records Lando in one familiar corner of space no matter where they are. maybe he's trying to settle Lando's too-trusting, frightened nature into a sense of habit so that he can finally record the way Lando looks and talks when everyone's phones are down and the early evening steals the hotel room's artificial light and makes reality feel thin and viscous. maybe after a few races he finally gets Lando to talk about The Ones Who Were Gone. the men who did what Lando had never known men could do to him: leave. he'd urge Lando past the "I know it's stupid" and "it's totally normal in racing" and "obviously we're still really good friends, it's not a big deal anymore". get him to revisit two, three, four years ago and the filmmaker would sit frozen as still as possible until Lando's face regresses into the softness and the bitterness of watching a supposed dear friend laughing big and loud while his child's heart was burning with hurt and sadness. perhaps it would feel too cruel to keep him there in that old sadness and the filmmaker's own voice would be left in the film when he brings up Piastri. good, steady, possibly boring Piastri who eagerly took two extra years before his first had even finished. the even-keeled wallflower who had endured resounding hatred from fans across everywhere Ricciardo had sown loyalty to himself and an entire team proclaiming Piastri an ungrateful turncoat, both to the public and to the court. the pale boy who pressed his pale lips together and turned his shoulders in and soldiered on through months of everyone crowing that he must already regret all he had thrown away, that he was getting what he deserved. all because the boy chose McLaren, chose the little live-wire changeling Lando, and whose steady brown eyes saw his future's glory clear and bright through the mess and the noise. the boy who was so unlike Lando in every superficial way, who Lando one day turned to look at in the eyes and thought 'you're the same as me'.

because it was worth the waiting through all of Lando's capricious sometimes frenetic moods during their hours of filming to capture the moment when Lando's smile untwists from wry and fond to bright and clear when he talks about his future with the boy who waits and watches - and sometimes turns serious - in exactly the way the one! and only! Lando Norris! deserves. whose eyes see just what Lando's see and the filmmaker thinks bang! got it! because that bright-eyed toothy smile looks just like the photo of tiny Lando holding a trophy nearly the size of his own body that he's absolutely going to cut into the end of the doc.

#inchreplies #I have #nooooo idea what this is lol #but I hope it's entertaining!#muse lando #mine

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