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writeroferotica · 6 months
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Boudoir Photography
It was my own fault. It was my idea. Be careful what you ask for, you may get EXACTLY what you wanted...and more!
This past Thanksgiving, my wife Julie asked me, "Well my darling, what do you want for Christmas?"
I was ready for the question and had been pondering it for a few weeks, so I replied without hesitation, "A boudoir album from a reputable photographer with you as the model."
There was a rather lengthy pause before she responded. "Okay. And what, pray tell, do you consider a 'reputable' photographer?"
"Nope. I leave all the details to you. I just want the boudoir album. Make sure it's sexy."
She just stared at me. Maybe "glared" is a more appropriate word. Julie is rather shy. She never dresses in a way that exposes too much. Even at the beach she wears conservative one-piece swimwear. Of course, she's still drop-dead gorgeous and turns lots of heads.
"We'll see," was all she said in reply.
As the weeks went by, I noticed a sullenness about the way Julie was acting. She was easily provoked to anger and just as easily reduced to tears over trivial issues. I couldn't quite put a finger on it, but she seemed somewhat withdrawn from the world. I took note of this behavioral shift at the time, but just put it off as a passing phase, perhaps related to the upcoming holiday which can often lead to some depression.
As with every year, Christmas morning arrived all too soon. We got up and went straight to the tree to start opening presents. Julie seemed nervous. I was anxious. Did she go through with it? How far did she go in letting a photographer take sexy boudoir photos? Did she do it at all?
Finally, she sheepishly handed me a nicely wrapped present in bright red. It was obviously a book of some sort. Like a five-year old child, I ripped open the present and stared in wonder at the decorative cover of a photo book. With shaking hands, I opened the cover to reveal a title page with these words in bright red block letters: "For my Loving Husband. Remember that I Love You and I always will."
Pensively, and still shaking, I turned the page. There were six photos printed on each page. It was like a coffee table style book; professionally printed and bound, not photo inserts. I was highly impressed with the quality of the book as well as the sexy female whose glorious form filled the thick book. On the first few pages, Julie was dressed in a black evening dress, sleeveless and flowing to just above her knees. She was wearing sheer black hose and black shoes with about a three inch heal. The poses were tasteful, yet sexy. Some of the sexier poses displayed modest cleavage or a great deal of her luscious thigh. The look on Julie's face progressed from uncertainty to playful laughter as the sequence unfolded.
The final photo on one of the pages in the evening dress sequence gave me a shock and a thrill, though most people would have probably thought it rather tame. Julie was bent over at the waist with her backside to the camera. Her hands were on her hips and she was looking back over her left shoulder, her face revealing laughter. She had hiked up her dress in the back so you could just see the beginning of the curvature of her nicely rounded, hose covered butt. I felt an immediate stirring in my loins.
I looked up at Julie and smiled. She looked nervous, wordlessly biting her lower lip. I flipped the page.
Oh my! I couldn't believe it. There before me was a sequence of Julie hiking her skirt up. Each photo revealed a bit more of her panty clad ass, covered with the sheer black hose, until her skirt was bunched around her waist. I was amazed at the amount of courage it must have taken for her to do that in front of another person.
"Was the photographer a man or a woman?" I asked.
She hesitated for a second before answering with a shaky voice, "a, a man." My dick went rigid in the knowledge that I had succeeded in my desire to have my wife show off her body to another man. My pride swelled along with my member.
Still with her back to the photographer, the photos on the next page started with her pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra. By the last photo, the dress was completely bunched around her waist revealing her bare back. The following page contained a series of photos as she turned to face the photographer, her hands covering her small B-cup breasts and her face showing a nervous smile.
"What's his name?" I asked.
"Marcel."
Without looking up, I turned the page to see photographs of her uncovered breasts. In the first photo her arms were down by her sides and she looked nervous, but the series saw her demeanor change until in the last photo, her hands were on her hips and she had a confident smile on her face. My underwear was getting wet from all the precum leaking out of my stiffy.
Again, I looked up at Julie. "Do you like?" She asked.
I managed to croak out, "Y-yes." My throat was dry. I flipped the page. Next was a series as she tucked her thumbs in the waist of her hose and then peeled them down to her ankles. She was, of course, bent over at the waist as she pushed the hose down her legs and her breasts looked tantalizing in their firm curvature. Next page: the photographer had changed position and was now behind her. She was still bent over and was removing the hose from her feet. A thick sliver of black string ran between her butt cheeks and a small patch of black material covered her pussy. A small amount of blond pubic hair could be seen at the edges. In the last photo, Julie was peeking around her right, smiling at the camera...or was she smiling at the photographer?
Another flip of the page chronicled Julie removing the thong panties, again from the rear. First she was standing upright with thumbs hooked over the strings around her waist, then bending down to remove them, full bush on display under nicely rounded buttocks. Again, she looked back at the camera/photographer with a smile in the last photo on the page. I had to adjust myself as my dick was straining at my briefs.
"Are you okay?" Julie asked.
In reply, I removed my shorts and underwear and let my raging hard-on pop free. The head of my cock was glistening with precum. "Does this answer your question?" She smiled, knelt on the floor between my legs, and rested her arms on my thighs.
I kept looking through the book. There were photo sets in (and out of) lingerie, a man's white button-down shirt, and a slingshot bikini. Julie became more embolden and empowered with each set. There were poses displaying all her charms. There were full frontal nudes. One of my favorites showed her standing in front of a window with her right hand on her thigh, her left hand on her waist, her head slightly cocked to the left side, and a bright smile on her face. There were photos of her laying on her front with her tight, round ass on full display. Then she was laying on her back and her bush was clearly visible. She was squatting with her knees together, then she parted them, and I could see a little of her pussy lips peeking through the pubes. She was smiling in all these photos, sometimes it looked like she was laughing.
All this time, Julie was softly rubbing my cock, occasionally peeking over the top of the book to see which photos I was looking at. I detected a rather nervous look each time our eyes met.
The photos became ever more risqué as I continued to flip the pages. She was now posing in a lounge chair in a classic "M" position. Her pussy lips were engorged and looked slightly moist. Now she's laying on a sofa, with her right arm behind her head and her left hand on her mound, her fingers just touching her clitoris. The look on her face is hard to describe, except to say it oozed sexual energy. Then she buried her middle finger up to the second knuckle in her pussy. Finally, she was licking that same finger.
I looked into Julie's nervous eyes and just said, "Wow!" She grinned at me and then proceeded to lick the top of my penis. It was starting to get hot in the room, so I removed my shirt to help cool off a bit.
I flipped the page and things became surreal. Now she was on a bed with white sheets and had what appeared to be a glass dildo in her mouth while her fingers danced around her open pussy. Now the dildo is against her clit, then the tip is at her moist opening, finally a series of photos as the dildo penetrates deeper and deeper in her cunt until it's buried to the end. Her face is glowing with sexual energy, her eyes are closed, and her lips are pursed. In the last photo of the series, she lifted her hips off the bed and a man's hand had grasped the end of the dildo that's buried in her pussy.
I swallowed hard but did not look at Julie. She was busy with my cock in her mouth anyway. I flipped the page and gasped as I saw a series of photos that, if you could stack them on top of each other and flip through them, you would see the dildo being plunged in and out of her pussy by that third party's hand while she held her hips up high with her own hands.
The first few photos on the next page were several views of my lovely bride sprawled on her back with her legs bent and spread wide. She was holding her thighs close to her body with her arms wrapped around her shins. In one photo she was kissing her right knee. Her pussy was gaping and wet. A small bead of white liquid could be seen about to descend from her vagina to her sphincter. In the final two photos she had lowered her legs straight out and placed her left hand on her pubic mound. The view was from near her feet in the first photo, but from near her head in the second. In that second photo, her wedding and engagement rings were prominently displayed. As sexy as she looked in that photo, I blew my load in Julie's mouth for a different reason. Out of focus in the background was a naked man with his penis in his hand as if he were masturbating while looking at my wife's exposed and open vagina. Perhaps he really was.
"Wow! What brought that on?" Julie asked wiping sperm from her lips with her fingers and licking them off.
I just flipped the book around and pointed to the last photo. "Who is that?" I asked.
Julie stared at the photo with wide eyes. Then they began moisten with tears. She tried to take the book out of my hands, but I held a firm grip. "Who is that?" I repeated softly.
"That photo shouldn't be in there." She remarked with a tear running down her left cheek.
"Oh, but it IS there," I said incredulously. "Tell me who that is."
"He's Marcel's assistant, Craig," she said sheepishly.
"Was he there for the entire shoot?"
"Yes." She said as she sniffled and wiped the tear from her chin.
I looked closely at the photo again. Even out of focus, the fact that it was a man holding his own erect penis was fully evident. "At what point did he get naked?" I asked.
Julie started crying softly. "Um, Marcel thought it would add an erotic touch to have a naked man in one of the photos, so he asked Craig to take his clothes off and be in the picture as if he were jacking off while watching me."
"What made him get so hard?"
"Marcel had asked me to pose with a prop," Julie sniffled, "and it was, uh, kind of erotic?" It came out as a rhetorical question since she put interrogative emphasis on the word 'erotic.'
I flipped back a page in the book and interrupted her by showing her the page with the hand holding the dildo. "Kind of like these?" I asked sarcastically.
Again, her eyes widened in disbelief. "Those are NOT supposed to be in there!" she cried out and again tried to take the book out of my hands.
"Oh no! This is MY book now! It makes sense that he would get a woody after he just fucked your wet cunt with a dildo." My words were harsh with anger and jealousy. On the other hand, even though I had just ejaculated, my one-eyed monster was starting to stir again. I had a mixture of emotions that I cannot describe as I looked into Julie's tear-filled eyes. "Is there something you need to tell me?" I asked. She broke down completely and quickly left me in the living room, ran up the stairs, across the landing, and into our bedroom, slamming the door behind her. I was left completely dumbfounded, but nonetheless, turned to the next page in the book.
I thought my eyes must be deceiving me! This CANNOT be my wife in these photos. She would never do this, EVER!! Yet, there before me was the photographic evidence. It started with photos of her posing in front of Craig, who was, of course, nude with a semi-hard penis. At first, they were just staring at one another. Next, she had her hand wrapped around his dick, like she was gently pulling him to her. Then she was on her knees., pressing his cock into her cheek. In all the photos her eyes were glued to him and she had a sexy, erotic smile on her face. Her eyes twinkled with lust. The series continued with her sticking out her tongue while holding his cock and pointing it toward her face. Then she touched the tip of his dick with the tip of her tongue. I was instantly rock hard again.
The next several pages contained various poses where she was interacting with Craig's cock, but no penetration. She kissed his cock on the tip and up and down it's sides. She touched it all over with the tip of her tongue. She licked it from the tip to the base and back to the tip. She looked at his cock and she looked up toward his face. She looked at the camera...and smiled.
Next page: she had engulfed the tip of his prick in her mouth. My stomach fluttered and I nearly vomited. I began to weep, and the tears ran down my cheeks. My penis was standing straight up at rigid attention. The next couple of pages had nothing put photos of my innocent wife with a dick in her mouth, from different angles and varying amounts of penetration. In only one shot was his shaft buried until her lips touched his pubic hair and it was obvious that she was on the verge of gagging. In the next photo she exhibited a distinct look of relief as he pulled back some so that she only had the tip in her mouth.
Another page flip and his cock was out of her mouth but there was a stream of seminal fluid connected between his penis and her tongue. The entire page was dedicated to the fluid dripping from his cock and Julie's open mouth. In each photo she had his cock firmly in the grip of her left hand, her rings clearly visible.
With shaking hands, I turned the page again. The next series began with a photo of Julie laying on her back, her upper body supported on her elbows as she gazed slightly upward. Her legs were apart, and Craig was leaning forward between them. Their eyes were locked on each other. His erect penis was pointing at the entrance to heaven. Marcel took photos of this scene from several angles; some close enough to show the scant few inches that separated his dick from her moist and open pussy. Her sexual excitement was on full display as her labia was fully open and so moist that it glistened in the lights.
I knew what had to be next. Julie's reaction a few moments ago spoke volumes. My stomach was knotted. My breathing was shallow. My heart raced. My hands shook so much I could hardly turn the page, but I did; ever so slowly. There it was. A close-up of Craig's erect cock with the head pressed lightly against her pussy. Her pussy lips were slightly closed on the sides of his penis head, the tip of which was touching her clit. I was looking at photographic evidence of the first time a penis other than mine ever touched that glorious pussy. The page was full of this image from various perspectives and at various distances. The look on Julie's face was one of lust as she bit slightly on her lower lip. Instinctively, I reached down and grasped by cock in my left hand. It was wet with my own juices, and I slowly rubbed my hand up and down as I gazed at the eroticism on display before me.
Another flip of the page and I nearly vomited. The page was a series of close-up photos beginning with tip of Craig's penis a mere quarter of an inch from Julie's open pussy. You could see the base of her open legs and the little mole on the inside of her left thigh, near the base of her leg. Then his penis was touching her clitoris. Next, his penis head was half-way in. Then the head was buried inside her. Then his shaft was half-way inside her. Finally, he was completely buried in MY wife's pussy. The last picture on the page showed the full view of Julie straddling Craig's waist. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were behind her head holding her hair. Her B-cup breasts were pert, the areolas were constricted, and the nipples were hardened like pencil erasers. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly open. In that instant I realized he had not penetrated her. Rather, she had impaled herself on him. He was not fucking her. She was fucking him!
I pinched the head of my cock to keep from erupting. My feelings were so conflicted I thought I was going to pass out. I was horrified. I was angry. I was in emotional agony. I was mesmerized. I was turned on!! I looked up toward the landing that led to our bedroom and I could faintly hear Julie sobbing behind the closed door. I didn't know what else to do, so I kept turning pages.
Page after page revealed Craig and Julie copulating in various positions. She rode him cowgirl, her hands on his chest, the base of his penis visible just under her perfectly rounded ass. She rode him reverse cowgirl with her hands still supporting her on his chest as she leaned back, his shaft jutting upward and disappearing into her puffed pussy. He fucked her doggy style, his body upright while he knelt behind her and his dick ramrod straight as it penetrated her. He fucked her doggy style and leaned over her back, reaching around and between her legs to finger her clitoris while he impaled her. He fucked her in the missionary position. First, she was on the edge of the bed and he was standing between her legs, his cock halfway in, holding her legs up by placing his hands under her knees as she gazed lustfully into his eyes with a half-smile on her face. Then he was laying down on top of her. The edge of the bed was just under her neck and her head hung down slightly. This time her eyes were closed, and her mouth was partly open. She had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her hands overlapped just below his neck. Her rings were just visible on her left hand as her right hand rested on her left wrist. His right hand was supporting her head and his left hand rested just above her forehead, clearly showing the absence of any wedding band.
Finally, they lay spooning each other and he fucked her from the side. His face was contorted, eyes closed and mouth open, in the way that indicated he was ejaculating, yet his penis was still buried in her vagina. It occurred to me at that moment he was NOT wearing a condom. Shit! My demure, conservative wife had engaged in unprotected sex with a man she had only met an hour or two before. My world had turned completely upside down. Another turn of the page revealed a series of photos showing a closeup of Julie's pussy with sperm leaking out and progressively running over her labia and down her leg. I ejaculated without even touching myself. The first spurt was so powerful, it hit me under my chin.
I just stared at those photos, cum splattered on my neck, chest, and belly. Julie continued to sob upstairs. Tears were running down my own cheeks, as I turned one more page; the last one. There was Julie, laying sideways on the bed with her hands covering her face. Three photos showed her push herself up from the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. The camera followed and snapped two final photos as she ran from the room.
I tossed the book on the coffee table, got up, and went upstairs to get a towel. I wiped the cum from my body and put my clothes on. The sobbing from the bedroom had stopped. It was drizzling outside, but I went for a walk anyway. The cool rain helped me clear my cluttered mind.
I pondered on my own weaknesses when it came to the opposite sex and how easy it is to go farther than you know you should. Julie is only human, and she is a good person. She has been an amazing wife. What is one indiscretion? Besides, it obviously turned me on, or I wouldn't have had such a raging hard-on or cum twice while perusing those depraved photos. As I wrote in the opening to this story, I had asked for it. It was my idea to have sexy photos taken of my precious wife.
When, after about half-an-hour, I returned home, Julie met me at the door. Her eyes were red and swollen. Tracks of her plentiful tears streaked her face. She flung herself onto me and began sobbing again. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled her sweet scent. "I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I will never, ever do anything like that again. I promise!"
"Yes, you will." I calmly replied. "You may think you regret it right now, and I greatly appreciate that you are thinking that way at this moment. The fact is you are a sexy woman and men desire you. You are also somewhat naïve, or at least you were. Once you start treading down a path of sexual pleasure, however innocent at first, it's almost impossible to stop yourself."
She sniffled and drew back from me. "Come in and get out of those wet clothes," she said in a soft voice, "you'll catch cold." She stripped my clothes from me, retrieved a fresh towel from upstairs and dried me off.
As she rubbed me down with the towel, I continued my monologue. "It's partly my fault. I asked you to pose for sexy photos. I think, deep down, I knew this might happen. Sure, I'm hurt that you did this behind my back. I'm angry that you kept it from me and that I had to find out in this way. I can see that you never intended for me to find out, which leads me to wonder if you've ever had sex with any other men."
She put her hands on either side of my head and stared intently into my eyes. "I swear to you I have never had sex with anyone besides you until that happened! I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would leave me, divorce me. I love you and I don't want to lose you." She began to softly weep. "I know I should have stopped it. It was so wrong. I don't know why I let it continue and before I knew it I was completely swept away in the moment. I just had to experience it. Oh Baby! I'm so, so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything to save our marriage. Please don't leave me!!"
"Look at you," I said. "Now you're all wet from your tears and from my rain-soaked clothes." Now I began to strip off her clothes. In moments we were standing naked in the foyer. I took in the curves of her body, her perfect B-cup breasts, her softly rounded hips, the neatly trimmed pubic hair between her legs, and those gorgeously firm thighs. Then I began thinking of how Craig had viewed those same magnificent attributes of the beautiful woman that stood before me; how he had probed her with his hands and with his penis. I was instantly hard again.
I swept her up in my arms and carried her upstairs, across the landing, and into our bedroom suite. "Tell me what it was like to have another man's cock cum inside your pussy," I said as I kicked the door closed behind us.
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Baby Photos HCs
You might need some context as these include some of my Family HCs if you wanna check them out ;)
Heartslaybul 
Riddle- Riddle is his mothers pride and joy. She has one or two photos from when he was a baby, but she keeps framed pictures of him from any time he received an award or exceeded the average for his age, with proof in his hands in the photo. They're displayed in the living room so guests can see them. 
Trey- I hc Trey with 11 siblings- despite that, his parents, (and his cool aunt) have managed to put together a full photo album of each kid from when they were little to their current age, but as for displaying them in the home? Nah, its just one family picture, and the Clover wedding photo. 
Cater- His mom has pictures of her and his two older sisters, but he doesn’t really have any baby photos. There are a few that his dad took, and that his...younger, older sister took, but they're on phones. Nothing is printed out. His dad did have a digital picture frame at one point though, but his mom kind of loaded it up with just pictures of her so he wouldn’t think about cheating again
Deuce- His mom wasn't able to print a whole lot of pictures, but I think that his mom has a really supportive older sister that's managed to get them a few really cute photos from when he was a kid. When he was maybe eight or nine (before his delinquent stage got bad) he was gifted a second hand polaroid and took some pictures of him and his mom, which his mom has stored somewhere safe.
Ace- most of his baby photos have his mom in them, and his dad doesn’t cope well with that, so they are locked away. Jack (his brother) took pictures of the two of them together whenever he could though, and his dad loves to see them on his phone.
Savanaclaw 
 Leona- he's in the background of a lot of Falena's photos. Falena tried to get him to take a few pictures with him, and a few of them turned out really cute, but only Falena really looks at them.          ****Cheka- he has quite a few professional pictures done, but my MC Vizzie loves babysitting him and thanks to Cater, takes great candid photos of the baby boy.
Ruggie- his grandma keeps her locket with a picture of the two of them when he was young, but its mostly stories she has to share than baby photos. There are a few, but they're kind of low quality. 
Jack- oh my god there's so many. His mom has a bunch in her room on her dresser. She makes makes her own calendars and has little pictures of all her kids on them. There are all sorts of pictures on the mantle. There are baby photos of each kid going up the stairs. Each kid, in their room, has a picture of them when they were like. Four, and with both their parents in it. 
Octavinelle 
Azul- he hates it. But those posed newborn baby photos? They are in plain sight. Luckily none of his older ones are bc his mom knows he doesn't want them up and 2 his Nonna says he looks too fuckin sad 
Tweels- They have all their school photos, but that's about it. Its now that they're older that their dad wants more pictures with his sons.
Scarabia 
 Kalim- He has a few, but most of them he's sitting in his dads lap with a bunch of his "aunties" around them and his mom. As the heir, he did get some photos, and every birthday, professionally done. But family priorities meant he didn’t really have any candid photos. 
Jamil- his parents were too busy attending to the Asim’s, he has one or two, and a few that Kalim may have insisted he get in on, but that's it. His sister has so many more. 
Pomefiore 
Vil - When it comes to personal photos, ones not meant for the media, he only has one. It's of him and his father at his mothers funeral. Nothing younger than that. Nothing older. Everything else is from professional photoshoots and movies. 
Rook - His parents also have a lot of photos, of their first hunt, the biggest fish they've caught, tandem hunts, etc. Has some Weird themed baby photos as well, but they like receiving pictures of their kids latest hunts and whatnot, has them pinned right up with all the taxidermy 
Epel - His grandma has them, but has them locked away as per his request after he came out as trans. She's supportive of him, and he understands she might hang onto those memories better if they're in picture form, but he doesn’t want people from school finding out before he's ready. (Harveston)
Ignihyde
Idia/Ortho- .This ones a little complicated. Long story short, yes, there are loads of pictures. No, nobody chooses to look at them.  Their mom has a couple physical copies of photos she adores, but she only looks at them when she’s struggling mentally. (Side note, totally believe his mom is the reason he’s obsessed with cats, and I think his dad hates cats but his mom and him and Ortho sometimes like to annoy their dad about it)
Diasomnia
Lilia - n/a 
Malleus, Silver, Sebek - Lilia has photos, he has "memory bubbles" to summon small "videos" recounting times when they were kids, but he doesn’t display them anywhere really.
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i NEED to see more of your art !!!!!
*bats eyelashes* this is a threat.
AHFLALSDHA WHAT- STOP GET OUT NO U DONT PLEASE-
U WANNA SEE MY ART??!!
IVE BEEN WAITING FOR YEARRSSS FOR SOMEONE TO SEE MY ART-
For future standalone posts like Possession AU/actual Fanfics/Non-Asks I'll probably add some of my art as a fun visual, since it sucks the closest I can get is gifs to feeling more immersed! :/
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These I drew over the past 2-3 weeks! They're my lovely OCS, left to right, Lucille, Mara and Sabrina! They're story is a big fat beautiful shit on JK Rowl*ng! Lucille is a black lesbian successful trans woman/future magic council-woman, Mara is a japanese-american hard-headed/bold sapphic woman/future professional magical athlete, and Sabrina is a plus-size queer woman/future professional magical plants necromancer! They're in my twist on Harry Potter universe, where they all go to magical university, and the point is that Mara and Lucille are infamous school rivals, but then fall in love/fall in love with Sabrina too! A magical gay polycule if u will, I've written 2 short stories about them for my fiction class so far!
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SHEESH, DO ME A FAVOR AND CLICK FOR QUALITY!!
this was my last project for my illustration 2 class! I have a physical comic book/zine I'm making, but this is the summary TLDR digital piece lol, its actually a sort of isekai of myself into Percy Jackson and changing his fate for the better! (Yes ik his anatomy is ROUGH, dont look at him too hard- SOBS)
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Here's an earlier project this year from Illustration 2, I got an article I had to make illustrations for, to help you understand it/add aesthetic to it! My subject was Cosmic Topology, pretty sick topic if u ever wanna look it up, it's about the shape of the universe! :0
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And these-
are the gifs from that art exhibition I talked so much about the past couple weeks! It was my senior art exhibition (a requirement to display art in the uni gallery to graduate!)
irl photos under this text block!
These are actually being projected across pages in a fake photo album/prom guestbook thingy, fully interactive so u can turn the pages and it shows a new animation, like a magical storybook! Also, since it's prom themed, I made it a kinda guestbook/sign book so gallery viewers can get some glitter pens I left out to sign the end of it! I also have a playlist I made playing in the gallery along with it so it's like what they'd play at this prom! :) hope that made sense!
The content is that the girl you see walking around in white is getting social anxiety/stressed out, to the point of dissociating, as a way of doing my theme I've kept up for university of things appearing darker than they initially look (hence the colors + I love colors), and to bring awareness to mental health!
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welp, didnt mean to include all that black space, but that's my artist statement too! (u cant see the prints in the pictures, that's just my interactive piece I was talking about!)
hope if u click on the statement it's readable lol
Just click on the Alt text, I pasted it there 😭 also the piece is called
"You're the Star of the Night (you're dissociating)!"
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Tumblr hates me so I just made the gif of me actually turning the pages into a link/QR code thingy! feel free to check out if u want :)
Uh anyway, if you made it this far, thank you so much!
Can't wait to make more fanart tbh lol
AND THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR ASKING ORAH!! (sorry it wasnt more genshin stuff whoops...) RLLY HOPE I DIDNT SPAM U TOO HARD-
Safe travels,
💀♒️
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To Have and to Hold: Ch. 12 Ceremonial
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Summary: It’s Daisy and Carol’s wedding ceremony time, and they have a whole crew to help them get ready and celebrate their big day! Plus, a special guest shows up for Carol.  
Here is a playlist for these last two chapters, starting with the ceremony (linked there too).
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June broke in with warm, sunny relief from a rainy, hectic May. Even Memorial Weekend, usually full of lazy days at a lake or festivals in the nearby city park was crowded with last-minute planning details for Daisy and Carol and their wedding party. But the calendar turned and the planning turned to action. The marriage license had been acquired. The honeymoon bags were packed and ready to go. Deke the deejay had a final, approved playlist. Their mani-pedi day with the bridal party provided a needed respite from the busyness, and the hairstylist and makeup artist Bobbi recommended was kind, professional, and talented during their test run. Daisy had Carol’s gift in the form of a secret thumb drive and small photo album hiding in her suitcase, and Carol had a gift for Daisy hidden in hers as well. Bobbi had sent them back a few photos from their bridal shoot to use on their wedding website and some prints they framed to put on the guest book table, cake table, and gift table.  
They’d been able to have the rehearsal in the empty space the night before their wedding day, but only after the traditional rehearsal dinner since there had been another wedding and set of vendors who needed time to get the place back into pristine condition before it was Carol and Daisy’s turn. The bridal party ate at a nearby restaurant and caravaned over to the park for the ceremony walk-through. Someone asked if they were planning on spending the night apart to avoid seeing each other before the ceremony, but they replied that they had decided it was pragmatically easier not to and they were fine with breaking more traditions and superstitions. In reality, they knew they needed each other to sleep, especially on such an emotionally charged night. The last thing they needed tonight would be to stay apart. In the hustle and bustle of the last month, they had hardly had a moment to themselves that wasn’t about details or needing to rest from all the activity. They’d stayed at the venue late into the night talking with their friends and family, so by the time they did get home and ready for bed, they only had energy for a sleepy goodnight kiss.  
On the day of the ceremony, Bobbi, Hunter, the florist, Delights Catering, and their respective employees arrived early to get the venue ready for the ceremony and reception. Vans full of flowers, decorations, fabric, lighting, food, enough alcohol for a full bar, and a beautiful unity candle set were unloaded and set up where another wedding’s had been the day before. Jemma and Maria met up at the venue to supervise that all was going according to plan before heading to Carol and Daisy’s to pick them up for their hair and makeup appointments. 
Jemma texted Daisy when they left the park and were on their way to get coffee. She asked if Daisy and Carol wanted anything special. 
Daisy would never admit it to Jemma, but it was the sound of the text that finally woke Daisy up enough to stop snoozing her alarm. 
“Hm?” Carol asked, still half-asleep. 
“Jemma wants to know if we want special coffee?” Daisy mumbled, eyes squinting at the brightness of her phone. It took another second, but then her brain caught up. “It’s today!” 
Carol was distracted, cuddling close to Daisy’s soft, warm body. “Mmm and it is a very good today.”
Daisy giggled and kissed Carol’s forehead. “No, I mean, it’s today. It’s our wedding day, babe.” 
Carol opened her eyes and matched Daisy’s smile. She sat up and looked out the window to see the blue sky and sunshine, just as the weather app had predicted. “Yes! How much time do we have?”
“Not much,” Daisy reminded her. “Jemma wants to know our coffee order.” 
“Shit,  just an Americano. I will get breakfast ready if you want to get in the shower first and then we’ll switch.” 
“Sounds like a plan.” They scrambled out of bed to get ready so they could pretend like Jemma’s text hadn’t woken them up by the time their bridesmaids arrived. Daisy stopped Carol just before she walked out of the bedroom. “Hey, fiancee!” 
Carol turned back and knew what was missing. She came back over and pecked a kiss to Daisy’s lips. 
“That’s better,” Daisy affirmed and sent her on her way. “And don’t forget, we shouldn’t wash our hair today. She said it is easier to style when it’s not clean.” 
“Got it!” Carol called, already on her way to the kitchen for a bowl of her usual granola, berries, and yogurt. 
They were miraculously both dressed in button-up shirts (so they didn’t ruin their hair and makeup by taking off a shirt over their heads) by the time Jemma and Maria arrived, but only just. Their dresses, shoes, accessories, the marriage license, and the ring boxes were all ready to go and had been for days, but Daisy kept thinking of travel things they might need on the honeymoon and Carol debated how many water bottles they would need for the day and quizzed Jemma and Maria on emergency kit items (sewing kit with safety pins? Band-aids? Phone charger? Protein bars?). 
“Carol.” Jemma gently took the bride by the arms. “We love you. But I am literally a trauma unit physician. And Maria’s an Air Force flying ace. I promise. We are prepared.” 
Maria called to the bedroom, “Daisy May Coulson, you’ve got 10 seconds!”
“Coming!” she shouted back, mentally running through her checklist with her hands to her head. She gathered the last remaining items for the wedding and zipped the bag for the honeymoon. They would stop by on their way from the reception to the hotel downtown to grab their luggage. 
Maria cleared her throat. “Did you know there is a hot blonde lesbian in your living room who wants to marry you, preferably today?” 
Daisy appeared on cue. “Well, you should have mentioned that earlier.” 
Finally ready, they carried everything they needed for the wedding to the car and headed to the salon. 
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The salon was bustling with activity. Normal customers and the other stylists chatted away until they saw the bridal party grow and so many women around one chair or hanging around. 
“Let’s start with the brides. Daisy, come on up.” The stylist, Carla, gestured to the chair. 
As soon as Daisy sat down, the shop turned its attention to Carla’s customers. 
“Ooo, brides?” asked one older woman. “Who is getting married here?” 
Carol raised her hand and then gestured between herself and Daisy. “We are!”
Jemma spoke up, “We’re the bridesmaids, violinist, and mother of the bride.” She pointed to Maria, Elena, and Melinda. 
Congratulations and questions continued throughout the hair appointment, making the time go faster. 
Carla’s coworker Shanae did the bridesmaids’ hair, then Elena and Melinda, while Daisy and Carol were with Carla. In the end, Daisy’s hair was pulled back in a low bun with a few loose curls framing her face. Carol’s was down in full elegant curls, pulled back to one side by the silver and gold swirl barrette they each had. Daisy’s went above her bun, Jemma’s accented the side of an updo, Elena’s covered the tiny elastic band at the convergence of her half-braided/half-down style, and Maria’s and Melinda’s were pinned to the side.   
The hairspray cloud and shop full of chattering women were in full swing by the time the door opened to reveal Carol’s aunts. 
“I’m here for the wedding,” Aunt Wendy told the receptionist and pointed with her folded aviator sunglasses to the gang around Carla and Shanae’s chairs. Aunt Victoria followed in amusement as Carol turned her attention from discussions of where to clip her hair accessory to see who had walked in. 
“Aunt Wendy!” She jumped up and threw her arms around her. Though they had spent comparatively little time in person together, it just felt right to hug today, especially after others in the shop had asked about the “other” mother of the bride in cautious and diplomatic curiosity.  
Carol introduced Wendy and Victoria to the rest of the shop, feeling by now like she knew the other customers and stylists as friends. Eventually, they returned Carol to her task, and Aunt Wendy leaned in behind Carol to help. Their eyes met in the mirror as Wendy clipped the barrette into place. 
“There,” Wendy said simply. 
“Exactly,” Carol confirmed. Her heart swelled at the motherly placement of Aunt Wendy’s hands on her shoulders and the proud look in those piercing Lawson family eyes in the mirror. On Carol’s mother, they had been calculating, a tool to appear innocent and sincere, but always with an agenda behind them. On Aunt Wendy, they were fae-like, as if she could see right through to Carol’s heart and dare her to courage and hope. On today of all days, especially. 
Shanae styled Victoria’s dark hair and red streaks into loose waves. They rested on her blazer lapels with grace and dignity. Wendy’s wild silver and white short hair, in contrast, was tamed into an orderly style except for one side-swept lock that fell in defiance across her forehead. 
When they were done and moving over to the makeup tables, Daisy poked Carol and pointed in Wendy’s direction. Wendy was back thanking the stylists and conversing with the other customers still, with her hands casually in her pockets, just the way Carol always stood. 
“They say women become their mothers,” Daisy said, “but I think I already know which family member you’ll be like.”
Melinda leaned in. “The mother thing is true for other people though.” 
“Oh yeah?” Daisy asked with a twinkle in her eye. “Know anyone that might apply to?” 
Melinda sent her a silent raised eyebrow. 
“Good,” Daisy confirmed. Melinda’s telling look melted into pride. 
Carol started to comment on how Daisy’s silent looks were a perfect mirror of Melinda’s, but the stylists were set up for makeup time. At tables usually used for manicures sat colorful rows and rows of powders and creams and sticks and brushes for each skin tone and style. And they had plenty to factor in. 
Shanae made the comment, “Y’all look like a whole diversity panel or somethin’. I love it. We get to use a lot of these beautiful shades today.”
Jemma laughed. “We are a bit of a walking professional women’s summit as well. I’m a medical doctor, and we’ve got an Air Force pilot, a cybersecurity expert, a spacecraft engineer, an attorney, and a university track and field coach.”
Victoria added, “And a fuel systems engineer and a CFO. I’ll let you guess which of us is which.” 
“Damn.” Shanae nodded, impressed. “So I’ll call y’all when my daughter has a career day at school.” 
“Anytime,” Maria confirmed. “My daughter, Monica, likes me to come for science week and bring my gear and a remote control drone for them to fly around.” 
Carla and Shanae realized the other stylists and customers had followed them over to the makeup tables and were staying around even after their appointments were done. 
“Hey girls,” Carla proposed, “what if we get out the wine from the breakroom and give these ladies a toast for their wedding day?” 
The other stylists enthusiastically agreed. Once all the makeup was done and hair was confirmed to be holding in place, they poured little clear plastic cups for all in the shop with enough wine for a proper toast. 
“May your love last forever,” Shanae started. 
“And may you always know joy. To Daisy and Carol! Cheers!” Carla finished. The rest repeated the “cheers” and clinked their plastic cups together before they drank. 
Jemma noted it was time to get to the chapel. They paid out and said their goodbyes before piling into a caravan of vehicles. Maria made sure everyone had a ride as Jemma checked that all the drivers had the address, and they were off to the venue.
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Nadia had a quick lunch ready for them, which they ate in a hurry before Bobbi’s call times for various group photos. When they were finished eating, the dresses were up next on the agenda. Bobbi shot a few photos of the bridal gowns hanging side by side in the dressing room built for bridal parties like this. She stayed out of the way as they swapped their street clothes for their formal wear and picked back up her camera again when they were nearly done, getting photos of Melinda zipping up Daisy’s dress and of Wendy zipping up Carol’s. While the older women helped the brides put on their heels, Bobbi also got shots of the others applying their lipstick in the mirror and helping each other put on the finishing touches. 
When they were all ready, they met up with the men. In the other dressing room, Mack, Phil, and Fitz had been donning their suits and dress shoes. 
Mack and Fitz smiled as they saw their wives dressed up, and Elena and Jemma returned their compliments to see their husbands so handsome. The florist’s assistant brought over their flowers, and the wives pinned boutonnieres on their husbands’ lapels before taking their own bouquets from the assistant’s cart. 
Phil, though, teared up seeing his baby girl in her full bridal beauty. Melinda shook her head at his sentimentality but soothed her hand across his back.
“You can’t cry,” Daisy urged, “or you’ll set me off before we even start the ceremony!” 
Phil laughed and took her hands. “I want to hug you, but I’m afraid to mess up your makeup or hair or something. You look so grown up. When did that happen?”
Daisy smiled softly. Their moment was interrupted by Hunter, urging everyone to move out of the lobby and into the chapel before guests started to arrive, and then they would get a few outdoors on the back side of the building near the pond, trees, and flowers. Lian and William May arrived just in time for some family photos, and it tugged at Daisy’s heart that she was so lucky to have them. Carol had no surviving grandparents due to a series of tragedies taking them too young, and Phil’s father had died when he was only nine. Daisy barely remembered Phil’s mother who had passed when Daisy was in kindergarten. Grandma Lian and Grandpa William had become all the more influential and important in their lives as a result, and Daisy knew even as they took these photos that she’d treasure the precious results of Bobbi’s work for the rest of her life. 
“Wait for meeee,” came a small girl’s voice. Monica ran from her dad’s car to her mom’s side. Her fluffy lavender dress bounced in time with her natural tight curls. Maria hugged her and fixed her lavender bow, and Bobbi shot photos of just the two of them and then everyone together, with Monica as part of the wedding party with her little basket that the florist would soon fill with flower petals.
They ended up not spending much time outside since it was a warm afternoon, and they didn’t want to get sweaty before the ceremony, but they had enough to preserve the memories and Bobbi was efficient at managing their time. They returned to their dressing rooms for water, time to freshen up, and a final mirror check. 
Mack knocked on the open door of the women’s dressing room to check in with the brides. 
“How are we doing? All ready?” he asked. 
“So ready,” Carol exhaled and took Daisy’s hand. 
“Yeah,” Daisy said as she looked around at everyone, “I actually think we are. Everyone else?” 
A chorus of agreement rose from behind her. 
“Let’s do this,” Daisy confirmed. She beamed and squeezed Carol’s hand. 
“Do you still want to sign the license as part of the ceremony?” Mack asked. 
“Oh, you’ll need this,” Jemma said as she found the manila envelope with the license in Daisy and Carol’s pile of stuff and handed it to Mack. He opened the envelope and slid out the license to ensure all was in order. Jemma supplied him with three identical navy and gold pens, fitting of a formal ceremony. “We tested them all and they should work, but just in case, it’s always wise to have a backup or two.” 
“Thanks,” Daisy said and turned back to Mack who read the license and looked to Carol.
“Carol Coulson, huh?” he read. “You know, it—”
“Has a ring to it, I know,” Carol finished. “It’s true, but also a good wedding pun.” 
“I was going to say it fits you.” Mack slid the license back in the envelope and put the pens in his inner jacket pocket. “See you ladies at the altar.” 
He looked over their heads to wink at Elena, who was warming up on her violin in the corner. She winked and blew a kiss back. She’d practiced the song with Fitz earlier in the day, so she felt prepared, but it was good to get focused before they got started. She left the dressing room to place her instrument at her place at the front of the chapel, and when she returned, she reported back that the seats were nearly full. Her mother-in-law arrived at the dressing room and handed off Alfie, dressed in his tiny toddler tuxedo. 
“There’s the ring buddy,” Daisy greeted him and tickled his tummy, making him giggle. 
“Ready to go?” Carol asked him and picked up the engraved wooden ring box from where it was waiting on a table with their stuff. “You and your mom are going to take these to the front of the chapel for us, remember?” 
He nodded and extended his hands for the box, which held their wedding bands. 
“Uh,” Elena interjected. “I’ll take those for now.” 
Alfie frowned but didn’t throw a fit. They all knew he’d be plotting to steal the box at the first opportunity.    
“You can hold it when we walk down the aisle,” she promised. 
And he didn’t have to wait long. The entry music from their playlist—“Beautiful in White” covered by a female artist—began over the sound system, and they left the dressing room to line up at the entrance to the chapel in the lobby. All except Aunt Victoria, who snuck in the side door to take her seat inside. She opened her camera app to ensure they had a few photos to post today, since Bobbi’s and Hunter’s would take a while for them to edit and process.
One of Bobbi’s assistants ensured the members of the wedding party were standing in order, had their flowers, and remembered to walk sloooowly, especially emphasizing this to Monica, who was excitedly twirling and having to put the fallen petals back in her basket. It took all of Maria’s patience to get her quiet and still before the assistants opened the chapel doors. 
Meanwhile, Melinda urged her parents to get to the front of the line. They had been having a conversation with Fitz and Phil in the lobby after the photo session and, earlier, greeting guests as they arrived. When they were in place and ready to go, the assistants opened the double doors at once, starting off the traditional pageantry of the wedding ceremony. William, dashing in his suit and boutonniere, walked down the aisle with the always-noble Lian on one arm and Melinda on the other. When they neared the front, Melinda showed them their assigned seats next to spots for herself and Phil.  
Next came little Alfie holding the wood ring box high for the guests to see, closely followed by Elena and Mack. As Mack took his place front and center, Elena showed Alfie to a small pile of soft toys next to his grandmother to keep him entertained and quiet during the ceremony. 
Next came Monica and her flower petals, elegantly distributed down the aisle. The guests smiled at how seriously she took her job, but she took the positive attention as approval and held her head as high as a princess on parade, giving a royal wave when she was finished, and plopped down onto the first row. Maria followed her daughter in loving amusement and took her place to the right. Jemma and Fitz followed, arm in arm, and Jemma mirrored Maria’s position to the left as Fitz took his place at the piano. 
With everyone else in place, the recorded music stopped, and Fitz took a centering breath and gave his fingers a final stretch. The chapel full of guests settled into anticipatory silence. He glanced to the open doorway at the end of the aisle, and Carol and Wendy nodded the go-ahead. He positioned his hands and began to play the wedding march with all its ceremonial pomp and flourishes. All the guests stood on cue and turned to face the back, watching Carol and her aunt walk down the aisle, arm-in-arm. With all eyes in the room on her, Carol gripped her bouquet with sweaty palms and kept her focus on getting to the front without tripping. Mack smiled softly, and it helped calm her racing pulse. At the end of the aisle, Wendy patted Carol’s arm in reassurance as she let go and took her spot standing by Maria. 
While Wendy escorted Carol, Phil whispered to Daisy, “I am so proud of you.”
“I love you,” Daisy whispered back, tears already welling up. 
“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered back. He held out his arm and Daisy looped her arm under it and over in proper form. They stood up straighter as they stepped up to the entrance and the crowd’s attention turned their way. It was their turn to go.
Daisy caught the eyes of several long-time friends as she surveyed the crowd. But it only took a few seconds for her to lock on to Carol’s worshipful gaze. Her heart pounded as they drew closer. After what seemed like an eternity, despite the chapel’s small size in reality, they were face to face once more, and Phil stepped off to the side by Jemma.  
“Breathe,” Carol quietly reminded Daisy, and they inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath together. They both seemed to glow with the fairytale bliss of bridal radiance.
When the song ended, Mack gestured to Melinda and Victoria to join their spouses in front of him and the brides. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Carol and Daisy in wedded matrimony. Who stands as witnesses with these brides today?” 
“We do,” the parents, aunts, and bridesmaids said in unison. It was Carol’s turn to tear up at the love surrounding them.
“Do you pledge to support this couple in their newly wedded life, continuing to stand beside them as they enter their marriage, growing in love as friends and family?” 
“We do.” 
“Thank you,” Mack said, signaling to them that the parents and aunts could return to their seats. “Carol and Daisy, you are embarking on a new journey together, but you are not alone. Your love will flourish and endure, rooted in the love of all of these witnesses surrounding you.” 
Mack continued, speaking to the mutuality of partnerships, how they would be each other’s home no matter where they went, and how their marriage would be a beacon of love into the world. He urged them on to virtues like patience and forgiveness, trust and fidelity, gentleness and generosity, and strength and courage. 
Then it was time for their part. 
Mack said, “I believe you have each prepared a statement of commitment to each other?” 
Carol handed her bouquet to Maria and pulled a folded piece of paper out of her dress pocket. 
“My darling, my Daisy.” She had to pause and swallow back the emotion that overtook her as she looked up from the paper into Daisy’s teary, adoring eyes. “An old joke compares marriage to a ball and chain, but you are my freedom. It couldn’t have been anyone else for me but you. You have given me not just yourself but a way for me to be fully myself. I love and pledge myself to every piece of you, all you have been and will become. Until my last breath, I have, I do, and I will.”
When she was done, she stored her paper in her pocket again. It took everything in her not to kiss Daisy too soon.
Daisy handed her flowers to Jemma and dabbed at her tears carefully with her fingertips. She retrieved her paper from her dress pocket and unfolded it. 
“Ohhh, my Carol,” she began, with voice trembling. She took a breath and started again. “My Carol. I am in awe of you every day. You make me a better person, and it is an honor to be yours forever. You have already loved me beyond my wildest dreams. I love and pledge myself to every version of you—the incredible person you have been and everything you will become. Until my last breath, I have, I do, and I will.” 
Daisy returned her paper to her pocket and took Carol’s hands without any prompting from Mack. They steadied each other emotionally, which they needed to get through the vows. 
Mack cleared his throat softly before beginning and they realized he had gotten teary as well. 
“Repeat after me: I, Carol Jane Danvers,” Mack prompted. 
“I, Carol Jane Danvers,” she repeated.
“Take thee, Daisy May Coulson, to be my lawfully wedded wife. ” 
“Take thee, Daisy May Coulson, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”
“To have and to hold, from this day forward…”
“To have and to hold, from this day forward…”
“For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as we both shall live.”
“For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as we both shall live.”
At Mack’s instruction, Daisy repeated the same vows.
“And may we have the rings?” Mack beckoned to his son, and Daisy and Carol stepped apart. Alfie started to run up but remembered the ring box and turned around, grabbed the box in both tiny hands, and ran to his dad between the brides. Mack leaned down and whispered, “Thank you,” but Alfie grabbed on tight to his dad’s legs until Elena coaxed him back to his seat. The comedic relief was perfectly timed. 
Mack stood up and opened the ring box with the two bands. 
“Daisy, please place the ring on Carol’s finger and repeat after me.” 
Daisy carefully pulled out Carol’s wedding band and took Carol’s left hand. She slid it down to Carol’s engagement ring and kept her fingers there as she repeated the promise.
“I give you this ring as a token of my love, that I will honor and cherish you each day we are given. With this ring, I thee wed.”   
Carol’s hand was steady in Daisy’s, but the rest of her ached to hold her tight. She had to stay focused for a little while longer. 
“Carol,” Mack turned to her and the brides switched hands. “Please place the ring on Daisy’s finger and repeat after me.” 
Carol took Daisy’s wedding band from the box and slid it to wrap around Daisy’s engagement ring. It hadn’t looked incomplete before, but seeing the set together on her finger seemed more complete now. She supposed that was like marriage. They had already been complete as partners and individuals, but now as a married couple, there was another kind of complete-ness to it somehow. Later, she’d think about it as the poetry of physics, but for now, she was supposed to be saying something aloud. 
“I give you this ring as a token of my love, that I will honor and cherish you each day we are given. With this ring, I thee wed.”    
Mack stepped over to the antique polished wood table with their candles, and the brides followed. A thin lavender candle and a thin navy candle stood burning on each side of an unlit thick white candle swirled with silver and gold. Daisy picked up the lavender candle in front of her and Carol followed suit with the navy one. 
Mack explained, “Carol and Daisy have chosen these candles to represent their union. They each bring unique strengths, gifts, and personalities as individuals. Those identities will not be erased by their marriage, but their marriage will help them shine brighter together.” 
He nodded and the brides took that as their cue to light the candle in the middle. They tilted their individual burning candles to the wick of the larger one and it caught flame. Daisy sent Carol a subtle eyebrow raise that said, “Remember not to blow it out.” And Carol gave the tiniest nod back. They set their candles on the table as Fitz and Elena began to play their piano and violin duet of “She Keeps Me Warm” by Mary Lambert.
Carol took in the crowd for the first time. She’d been so focused on Daisy and on getting her lines right that she’d hardly noticed the rest of the full house beyond the wedding party. Friends and colleagues from every season of her life and Daisy’s had come. She remembered being a teenager in her bedroom, hating everything about herself, just knowing that she was unlovable and alone in the world. But here was not only her bride and found family and aunts and goddaughter, but a whole room of loved ones celebrating her marriage to the woman of her dreams. 
One face in particular, though, stopped her heart. He came. Her quiet, intensely introverted brother was sitting in the back near the door. He gave a little wave. 
She tried to subtly wave back and mouthed, “Hi.” A few people noticed and turned around, which sent him staring at the ground for a few seconds until they faced the front again, but she knew from his calm, relaxed posture that he’d stay and wasn’t itching to run out the door.
Aunt Wendy noticed the exchange and winked at Carol when they caught each other’s attention. Wendy would catch him after the ceremony and make sure Carol got a chance to say hello. 
The song ended and Mack laid the marriage license and pens out on the table. 
“Could I have the bridesmaids join us, please, to sign as witnesses?” Mack invited. Maria and Jemma joined the three of them at the table. “With the signing of this paper, the state officially recognizes your marriage, and with this ceremony, your community witnesses and celebrates it.” 
They took turns signing as Fitz started playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D on the piano. Out of everyone in the room, only Daisy knew that Carol had been practicing her new signature. Daisy had caught her one day doodling it on a Post-It in her office instead of working and had surprised her with brightly colored pens for them to play with at home, writing their new titles and names over and over in every color like schoolgirls—at first on paper, and then on each other. 
When everyone had signed, they returned to the center of the stage area in front of the aisle. 
Mack smiled as he said in conclusion, “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Mrs. and Mrs. Coulson. You may now kiss your bride.” He stepped aside and applauded along with the crowd.
Carol’s hands grabbed Daisy’s hips as Daisy’s hands flew to Carol’s upper arm on the crowd side (that Bobbi was shooting photos from) and Carol’s cheek on the other. Later, Carol marveled that Daisy had had the foresight to not block the view of their kiss from the camera, but Daisy admitted she’d had to think about it strategically to keep from kissing Carol throughout the ceremony. 
In the moment, though, they kissed as long as decorum in front of all their loved ones would allow. Carol started to pull away, but Daisy couldn’t help but extend it a second longer, causing some in the crowd to whoop and laugh. Daisy blushed deep pink as they parted and faced their guests. 
Mack spoke up once more. “The newlywedded couple invites you to join them for dinner and dancing in the reception hall. As you exit, take a left, and go through the double doors. Seating is not assigned at any of the round tables. And yes, there will be cake.”
The crowd chuckled. 
Mack held up a hand in benediction. “As you each leave from this place, may you remember the love you have witnessed here today and the love you have been given in your own lives. May you bring that love with you as you go out into the world. Go in peace.” 
Their playlist resumed through the speakers with “I’d Be Your Wife,” another Mary Lambert song, but this one with a more playful tone. 
The brides practically ran back up the aisle (as best they could in their heels), giggling hand in hand and forgetting to get their bouquets back from their bridesmaids before exiting.  
The rest of the bridal party followed. Back in the dressing room, they had a bit of time to breathe, rest, and refresh as guests made their way over to the reception room. 
Monica hopped over to where Daisy and Carol sat on a floral faux-Victorian couch. “Did you like how I did the flowers?” She mimed tossing them out of her now-empty basket. 
“You were wonderful, Lieutenant Trouble,” Carol teased and swooped her into her lap. 
“You did a really good job,” Daisy said sincerely. “Thank you so much.” 
Monica beamed proudly and Daisy booped her little nose. Monica caught her finger and kissed her fingertip. “That’s from me to you.” She placed Daisy’s finger on Daisy’s cheek. 
“Aww,” Daisy and Carol laughed. 
Monica tilted her head, “Auntie Daisy, are you my godmother too now that you married Auntie Carol?”  
Daisy smiled. “If you want me to be.”
“Yes,” Monica said with her finger to her jaw in consideration. “I think that will do nicely.” 
The women all laughed at her precociousness, but it was time to head to the reception. Maria, Monica, Elena, Mack, and Alfie left first. Fitz knocked on the door, and Jemma checked with the brides to see if they needed anything else. Just as she and Fitz left, Melinda, Phil, Wendy, and Victoria showed up with Bobbi not far behind. Bobbi squeezed in past them all and pulled out a bottle of champagne she’d nicked from the bar when they were setting up in the reception hall. 
She passed around plastic champagne flutes and photographed them toasting, chatting, and embracing.
“It was perfect,” Wendy sighed. She turned to Carol. “Steve said he will stay for the dance, and…” 
A knock interrupted them. The man in question peeked through the open doorway. 
“Steve!” Carol put down her champagne, ran to her brother, and threw her arms around him. He froze for a moment and then hugged her back. She realized Phil and Melinda had never met him, at least not formally. She pulled away and made introductions. “And you know Daisy,” she concluded. 
He smiled and the family resemblance was striking. “I remember back when you were the cute girl in her dorm she was afraid to talk to.”
“Oh c’mon,” Carol groaned. 
“Ooo, you had a crush on me,” Daisy teased. 
“We’re literally married!” Carol replied and they all laughed. 
“Hey.” Steve placed a gentle hand on Carol’s shoulder. “I have a question for you.” He tilted his head to the doorway. 
Carol agreed and stepped out, with a glance to Daisy. “I’ll be right back.” 
Daisy and the family drank their champagne and chatted as they waited. 
Out in the hall, Steve had more courage. “I know I haven’t really been there for you.” 
“No, hey, I get it,” Carol interrupted. 
“Just…” Steve closed his eyes and opened them slowly. “Just let me say sorry. I couldn’t stay, not with Dad like that… you know how we were. I had to get out. I thought it was best for everyone. And I didn’t really know, I didn’t want to know, how they would react…” 
“When I came out,” Carol finished, understanding what he meant. She’d had to go through her teen years so alone without him as the buffer between her and her parents, and she’d resented his ability to leave, but now with reflection, she remembered clearer how bad things had been for him at home. He wasn’t just her buffer. He was a more acceptable punching bag. That had been metaphorical for Carol, but now, as an adult, she realized it had been literal for him. He’d hid it and protected her as best he could, but she couldn’t blame him for running at the first opportunity and not looking back. He’d come home for Christmas when he could, but the rest of the year was spent missing him deeply. 
“If I could change anything,” he continued, “I wish I could have taken you with me. I wish we would have known about Aunt Wendy. I could have called more or something, just to make sure you were okay at home with them. When you asked me to invite them here and they cut off contact for real, I guess I woke up.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, the same dark blonde as hers. 
Carol’s heart broke that he couldn’t even bear to call “them” their parents. “Honestly, I would have done the same. I was so jealous, but only because I wanted out too.” 
Steve frowned. “Aren’t there father-daughter dances at weddings? I know I don’t deserve it, but would you want to dance with me instead?” 
He looked away, ashamed to even be asking. 
She reached up to brush his hair back into place from where he’d mussed it with his anxious habit. 
“We already have the first one planned with Aunt Wendy, but there’s a second one where Daisy is going to dance with her grandpa and maybe you and I could dance for that one?” 
He met her eyes again. “I can do that.” 
“See you over there?” Carol asked. She could practically see his body relax at not only her acceptance of his apology but that fewer eyes would be on them for the second family dance song. In some ways, he had changed so much, so mature and direct, but in other ways, he was still the same. 
“See you there,” he promised. He left for the reception and Carol stepped back into the dressing room to tell Daisy and their family members the plan for their dance.
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This is the second to last chapter. Next week will be the reception and send off because this one got so long. Then, up next, a whole new honeymoon fic!
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🌻 Mindfulness & Gratitude 🕊️
Hello you guys!
In light of some recent developments and discoveries concerning my mental health, I wanted to share some tips, tricks and advice that help me personally improve my mindset and over all mental health.
Disclaimer: I am in no way shape or form a mental health professional. These are just my personal experiences with some strategies, that I partially learned in therapy. If you are struggling with symptoms of depression, anxiety, dissociation or any other mental health disorder, seek help from a professional or help-hotline!
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Mindfulness 🤍
If you're not familiar with the concept of mindfulness, let me give you a really quick and probably bad rundown, (honestly, please look it up, I can't guarantee I'm even remotely doing this justice): Mindfulness means consciously making yourself aware of your surroundings. This is most commonly achieved by focussing one sense on the space around you and describing what you perceive without judging it. This can help ground you, lower anxiety and stress levels and in my personal experience it makes life feel a little less stressed and fast.
Gratitude Journalling 🧚‍♂️
This is something I've touched on in past posts, but can't recommend enough. (I have to admit though, I haven't been journalling as consequently as I used to, but I try not to beat myself up about it). The way I currently go about it is a) using it as a strategy for bad days to consciously focus on the good in my life or b) periodically as a "self help program" for around a week to boost my long-term mindset.
Happiness Journal 🌻
I don't know if it's my ADHD, my BPD or just my personality, but I can get childishly excited about things. In these moments my reactions can range from smiling from one ear to the other to jumping and skipping around like a little child and in this state I don't think of anything else but what I'm excited about. (Especially triggered by sunflowers, stress squish balls and cats' foot prints). For those moments (to whatever degree you may experience this) I recommend keeping track of the thing that caused this happiness. This isn't a regular practice, but rather something you do whenever you stumble upon such a thing. You can do this in different ways, be it a small physical journal, a photo album on your phone, a voice recorder, whatever works for you.
Meditation 🌱
And last but not least, I've recently been trying to attempt meditation more often. What helped me a lot with it was realising that you don't necessarily have to sit still. You can have a fidget near you or rhythmically rock from side to side or tap your foot if you struggle with stimming while meditation or if you want to try something completely new, look into movement meditation techniques.
I hope this helped or inspired some of you. Let me know your tips or experiences if you want to!
Lots of love, M xx 💕
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You see her lips? Sorry but her face is already changing. So sad🥺 by the way is It just me or this corner of the fandom is so indiferent or even disappointed with the album roll out? I miss Vivi
What are you talking about? Her face looks fine. The album rollout is fine. No one is doing massive rollouts anymore. Musicians have completely stepped back from massive promo. It has been like this more years and years. Adele didn’t do much more than Taylor except she did print interviews, tv interview with Oprah, and her uk interview. But she only did that because it was her first album in 5 years. After release week she dipped.
Taylor did so much during the pandemic that NO ONE else was doing. She has been consistent since 2019. What else is Taylor supposed to do? I would have like some print interviews but besides that she has done everything to promote this era. 
Don’t you realize that most A-list artist aren’t regularly active on social media? Ariana only post about her make up and gives updates literally every blue moon about what she’s doing. Miley dipped out for months until she started her new era and she is still not even very active on social media, Harry only posts about his movies and photos of his shows. Adele only post about her shows. Bad bunny posts more on Instagram stories than anything. Selena does seem to be the most active out of anyone. Taylor only posts when she’s working. And that is basically the norm. And she’ll start posting regularly again when she goes on to her in a couple months. 
Most celebrities who are very A-list aren’t active on social media anymore. They want a fine line between their work and their private life. Beyoncé literally only post professional photos and she never interacts with her fans. And her fans know that. We all know why Taylor took a massive step back from interacting with her fans, and she needed to. That is the only way she was going to have a private life. Yes it sucks but it’s literally been 6+ years you’ll need to get over it.
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heyitssashag · 1 year
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I had chocolate for breakfast today. …and that’s kinda how things have been going for me.
I needed to just not do anything this week. So I cancelled everything. It sucks and I felt like I let people down (but really, I didn’t. Everyone understood.) I plan to ease back into this week without putting too much pressure on myself. Tomorrow I have a coaching call and then groceries. Tuesday I have to get blood work done and go to the post office. Simple things.
I made an appointment with 2 counsellors. One is in 2 weeks and the other isn’t for a month. If I need to talk to a professional right away, I have a few other numbers I can call.
Yesterday, I uploaded 70 photos to get printed at the photo lab. Haven’t developed photos in a very long time. I’ll be doing some scrapbooking but for the most part, I’ll be putting them in photo albums and labeling them. I’ve been trying to get my photos off my phone and onto Google Photo to organize them. Instead, it’s turning into a mess. lol. There’s just so many and Google Photo loves to duplicate pics to complicate things further. Anyway, I’ll figure it out.
I picked up a few packages of ink for the printer because it eats it like crazy and I hate running out. Time to get all this paperwork printed/filled out/checked off and filed. I’m going to put aside next weekend to tackle it. I went to Monk’s and picked up binders, folders, labels, etc so I can sort out important documents. Am I the only person that loves office supplies? I think I have a problem. 😂 Anyway, I do have things sorted and filed but it may be hard for anyone else to figure it out when I’m not here. I want to make this all “dummy-proof” so I’ll be labeling everything in hard copy as well as scanned and uploaded to the cloud. Of course, I also need a few things notarized and checked over by a lawyer but I’ll do that last. Everything from end-of-life care to what will happen to my kid. This all feels really overwhelming and hard to face …but I know I’ll feel extremely relieved once it’s done.
Yesterday, the kid and I rode the stuffy riders again around the mall. We got an Angry Bird and Oreo the cat. lol. I felt super cool. The hydromorphone worked great for me while being out all day, too. Only took 2 pills but I probably should have taken double that. I don’t want to take too many as I feel a bit “duh” 😵‍💫 on them. lol.
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Today we walked to the beach. I handed her a plastic bag to pick up shells and sea glass while I smoked a joint.
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We then headed to the cafe and had a snack and a peppermint tea. Now I’m having another cup of tea. It should be noted that I pee a lot. 😂
We’ll be having dinner with my parents, tonight. Then I may watch a movie if I don’t fall asleep first. Exciting stuff. 🙄I’ve been extra boring, lately which is why I haven’t been on here. There’s only so much “monotonous-dullness” (sounds like a Transformer name 😂) I can stand to write about. Some of the things I do want to write about, feel a bit too heavy, still.
One thing I actually really want to talk about is “toxic positivity”. This seems to be a new-ish term which refers to excessive (but ineffective) optimism …and I’ve been experiencing it quite a bit. I know I’m not the only one (especially in the cancer community) which is why people are writing books on this subject now. The thing is, that I do believe that having a positive mindset keeps you healthy. There’s nothing wrong with trying to stay hopeful! However, I’ve realized I can’t talk about my fears to certain people because it makes them uncomfortable. Instead, I get all the cliches like, “You’re a badass! You can fight this! You’ll be around for many years!” …and my favourite, “None of us know when we’re going to go - stay positive!” *sigh* 😒 It feels very invalidating. (Sadly, I find some cancer patients are the worst offenders.) I may as well be invisible as my concerns feel brushed off. A few family members are terrible for doing this, too. It’s mind boggling when they describe themselves as a “realist” and they’re obviously in denial. Anyway, I wasn’t planning to start getting into this now. I’ll dedicate this topic to its own post at a later date because I’ve got soooo much more to say but I don’t want to think anymore. I do, however, have the munchies so I’m going to see what I can snack on.
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A tiny list of ideas for things that you can make yourself for people you love as gifts:
Special cards. First option that comes to mind is obviously drawing/painting it yourself but if you're not feeling sure about your skill you can also resort to cute and fun Photoshops. You can even easily make them on your phone, now. Edit them into a passionate embrace with their favorite celebrity or put the two of you onto a goofy little Clipart of a horse carriage. Paste a million of their favorite emojis around the picture of them. Print out on glossy photo paper, glue a crafting paper with a pretty pattern on the back and write your wishes there. It's so much more fun to hang it up over the desk or on a fridge than a regular store-bought one!
Clay art. It's difficult to get access to potteries, especially when you're not a professional, but you can still get a nice bit of clay from art stores and make little thingies. Look up online tutorials, learn what's the difference between air-dry and polymer clay, decide which one is better for you.... Get some paints and make something cute. There are many things you can make!! Ashtrays, candle or jewellery holders, tiny figurines, even charms for necklaces or bracelets or earrings or even keychains... The fun part of it is also that it doesn't have to have a specific shape, it can be just a heart or even a circle with their name, or "I love you" written on it. A shapeless blob can become a cute little kitty if you paint it nicely. Especially a great gift for people who like trinkets of all sorts.
A playlist!!!!!! This one's pretty obvious coming from me. I've been actually making people playlists as gifts for a loooong time now, it's just that before I'd do that in the form of burning CDs 😁 which I think is very meaningful and romantic, but nowadays not many people own CD players or even drivers in their laptops.... Spotify comes in handy here, then. If not, you could still download mp3s - especially if the music is niche, or maybe bandcamp-bought or something - and put it up on file-sharing sites. Either way, a fun way to gift it to them is to put the link up to one of those QR code generators and then print out the code and give it to them along a pretty gift card, in an envelope! So it could take them directly to the link without spoiling the surprise.
Scrapbook! This one could be a little costlier because of how much printing photos can cost, but it also doesnt have to be too thick of a book. There are some art&craft stores that carry empty albums meant for scrapbooks, but to be honest, you could also make them on their own by buying cardstock, punching holes in them and then tying the pages together with pretty ribbon or rope or whatever (just make sure it's easy to open). It's also one of those things that seem difficult to make if you're not artsy, but to be honest, there doesn't have to be much drawing included. If you're better with words, you could write poems and print them out and glue the pics of two of you next to them. If not, you could just buy a bunch of magazines (I usually get the discounted fashion magazines, like vogue) and cut them up to make little collages.
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i was thinking about how mad day out is the band’s first big photoshoot since brian’s death. and it dawned on me.
the format--a full day photoshoot of several locations around town--is actually a call back to july 2, 1963. when dezo hoffman does a day in the life feature and takes photos of the band at 7 locations across london. those photos are used all over the world throughout the decade, so it was probably the most productive photoshoot they ever did. talk about time well spent.
the two day long shoots bear some vague similarities in location and posing choices: using gardens and streets as background and stopping by the photographer’s studio to get more formal shots. there’s even an echo of the sleepy john shots in john playing a drowned sailor at the pier.
but the largest difference is that the 1963 one was controlled, like 1963 demands from a band with one album on the charts. its normal everyday activities to introduce the boys and show how wholesome and relatable and in sync they are: sitting in a hotel room, waiting in the hotel lobby, walking down a street, visiting the tailor, eating ice cream. the jokes are kept to a minimum, the shots mostly serious and professional. they’re all in ties and proper suit shirts and pants. they still have something to prove. the most scandal is a striptease sign in the background of the rupert court shot. and maybe bananas if you’re uptight about sexy fruit (capitol records, im looking at you).
mad day out is their playground, and it’s a perfect representation of their 68 chaos. paul shows up in a pink suit and stands around looking out of place. john’s wearing all black with ruffles down his chest. ringo’s got yellow ruffles, and george has loud striped pants. they bunch together in front of a tinfoil wall with a wind machine on (perhaps the one idea that isn’t theirs and they hate it). john’s hair flies into paul’s face, and paul chomps down on it. john rubs his face on paul’s cheek, and a look of contentment crosses paul’s face. ringo wraps his arms around john in a mock couple pose, and paul suddenly looks plagued by the devil. paul awkwardly wraps himself in a pink flag, then unfurls it to hold it out in front of them for a shot but never brings himself to look at the camera. then there’s moto helmets and goggles and a bugle and ringo’s wearing a shoe on his head. at some point, they all wrap themselves in pink flags, and john rests his chin on paul’s shoulder.
they go to a theater and there’s a parrot because whimsy. the tensions still persist sans parrot with john and yoko retreating to one side of the room and paul and george in a heated conversation on the other. but at some point, they go wild over the costumes like the theater nerds they are. john goes for leather and shimmering fabrics. paul goes for animal print and loses his pants. paul bares his midriff. at some point they both end up rolling around on the ground for reasons unknown.
they go off to find karl marx’s tomb, but it’s sunday and the cemetery’s closed so they do a bit of mockery about local MP elections instead. climb up a wooden plank onto a hunk of concrete and act out a series of group hijinks, including a fistfight and possibly attempted murder. find a sign to disobey and smirk at the camera as they do it. drink water from a fountain and spit together on cue. become one with the plants in a garden because that’s what bugs do.
they make their way to a pier, where john lies like a supermodel in front of other three. john strips his shirt, so paul follows. john continues with his pants too and then thinks better of it. george steps in front of them to save the shoot from total derailment and john throws up his madman face. a still mostly shirtless j&p armwrestle, like they’re acting out glimpses of liverpool dock life. paul feels like wrapping himself in marine anchor chains. john poses like a dead sailor washed up on the pier, glasses cast aside. without missing a beat, george picks them up and throws them on.
at the end of the day, they end up at paul’s mediation dome. john uses martha as a pillow. paul stares up at the glass. george’s smile hits at the eyes.
most of these photographs sit in a drawer for decades.
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Title: Capturing Precious Moments: Studio Indoor Baby Photoshoots by Pototune
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thephototales · 1 year
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4 Perfect Reasons to Hire a Family Photographer in London - A & M Mazur Photography
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What's more vital than the bond you share with your family? The beauty of family dynamics, the strength it brings - you should hire a family photographer to cherish the love. Children who grow up in a house full of family photographs have more confidence. They feel valued and develop a sense of belonging.
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f1-disaster-bi · 2 years
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Oooh I loved that little pro dom au one shot you posted!
The photo album made me think … maybe they have an NSFW album too that’s gathered from their years. Nudes/photos of scenes etc.
Maybe it has sections like:
‘Lances transition’ which has photos from before Lance transitioned all the way up to the present to document it. Has everything from old family photos, to pictures of his old body, to pictures of his surgery and his new body. There’s even a few photos that have Esteban’s hands in, worshipping his body (pre and post op) which lance looks at when he’s feeling self conscious
‘BDSM’ which features loads of photos of them in scenes - together and separate and some professionally taken. Photos of them being dominant and occasionally submissive. There’s a lot of artsy photos of Esteban doing his rope work for shibari and suspension play and lots of Lance with his paddles and other toys. (This comes to include lots of photos of Lando and pov pictures that he takes)
‘Straight Nudes’ self explanatory. Maybe Esteban but there’s a sprinkling of lance and lando too.
‘The club’ lots of photos and memorabilia from the club. Innocent photos, promo photos, nsfw ones etc.
Thank you!!!!
I love this idea! It's so good and sweet, and absolutely something they would do.
Maybe Esteban starts it in university after Lance seems weird about having his picture taken. They have a talk about it and Lance admits that he hates looking at old pictures of himself or having ones taken now because "It's me, but it's not. Back then, I was the wrong gender. Now, my body still doesn't fully match who I am and pictures remind me of that"
So after Lance has surgery, and is happy in his body, he shyly asks Esteban if they can take pictures together because this he wants to remember. It starts with the pictures Lando has seen, just everyday university pictures, pictures of trips and drunken nights out, selfies from snapchat printed off an commermorated
And then one day Lance is making a photo album, and he thinks about his journey and he wants to remember it. He wants proof of all he has over come so he gets a few pictures of himself as a baby ad toddler where he doesn't look too feminine. He gets some from when he cut his hair short as a kid and looks boyish, and then he ask Esteban for pictures he had previously taken that he didn't want to see back then and Esteban helps him create the book of Lance. Pictures of him growing up that he feels okay looking at one, ones Lance had taken himself as his testosterone changed his body, of him in a binder to him post surgery and now. Lance ends up loving it, especially the few pictures withs Esteban's hands
Those pictures make him want to take some NSFW pictures, especially because they've both joined the clu b they eventually buy and take over. They are learning how to be proper doms, expanding their skills and Lance feels confident in who he is and his relationship with Esteban so they ask one of the girls in the club who is a photograph who specialises in boudoir shoots to take pictures. Things for just them touching to more intimate pictures, to ones she took of them at the club including Esteban practicing his ropes on Lance. She teaches them how to take their own pictures and they invest in good cameras
After Lando sees that album, they show him the others, and he is in awe of them. Just loves seeing Lance grow confident in himself, loves seeing Esteban in his dom headspace and the two of them together with Lance looking so at peace with Esteban.
It's after that they start taking pictures of Lando and adding to their albums. Maybe they even start a new one for all three of them
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B-T fan returns to Japan 2016 - part 4: the concert
I meet up my friend at the train station so we can head out to the show. But before I even get there, I’m having trouble with rush hour trains. I swore the sign said the train is coming and then I don’t think it came or I couldn’t read the sign on the actual train and then it left. Everyone is in line to boot so I can’t really see. Anyway, I think I go back and forth a few times trying to figure out where I’m supposed to be. We don’t have trains in Okinawa. Trains are the best and worst part about navigating Japan. Eventually, I get there and there’s still time before the show starts. When you have assigned seats, then you have the freedom to check out the merchandise booth for as long as you wish. Curiously, one of the Toll produced items looks like it’s a menstrual pad holder. I picked up the parka and wore it everyday I was in Tokyo, which wasn’t long. I also was listening to the Atom Miraiha No.9 album non-stop in my iPod. It has echoes of the past. I can’t quite place it. Sounds like Kurutta Taiyo here and some other album there. Moments of wandering the city and having the album as my personal soundtrack were quite nice.
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They sold rubber wristbands for each show. Each show has a different color and the date on it or the venue too, etc. I saw someone wearing so many. It made me a bit mad at the business side of things. Buck-Tick sells so much merchandise that to be a “true” fan who buys a lot or a collector who buys everything, well you better have an amazing job or born into money. I also hate this notion of having to prove yourself by showing how much merch you’re wearing. It may not be true but it felt that way in that moment. A pamphlet, a couple t-shirts, and maybe a couple other things like guitar picks and badges. That’s all that’s really needed. I stopped treating my Buck-Tick items as sacred because it’s such a waste to buy something and never use it. I’ve never used the stickers but I feel like there’s also people who buy one to use and one to save in pristine condition, shit like that. I cry for our collective bank accounts.
We get to our seats and I’m further away than I had hoped for but I knew I wouldn’t be up front. There’s some strange shape projected up there. Doesn’t look like any atom I know. A quick photo before the show starts. Looks terrible because very few people were even doing that! Japanese being way too polite. The concert hasn’t even started. No harm in a photo of the stage in anticipation of what is to be a great night.
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The show is great. The sound is on point. I brought ear plugs just in case but Japanese venues have the volume just right. I’ve been to concerts outside of Japan where even though I’m wearing ear plugs, it still feels too damn loud and my ears ring for awhile after. 
Almost every show has the same setlist. Buck-Tick tends to do that, with just a couple songs varying, usually in the encore. Honestly, it annoys me. It’s why I could not be one of those people who go to multiple shows. I want more variety, spontaneity, a sense of excitement because the show is an unknown. Not they start 3 minutes exactly after the printed start time and you can expect these 10-15 songs in a row and 3 out of these 6 songs in the encore. I try not to look at setlists before attending concerts for that very reason. Surprise me. Entertain me. Get lost in the moment. I’m not here to watch a musical. This is rock ‘n’ roll!
Don’t get me wrong, I really appreciate professionalism. I love how well-rehearsed Buck-Tick is. How the sound is flawless. The group is very tight and that’s not as easy to find in a live show. But sometimes you can be too rehearsed and it makes it rigid. I like when there’s room for improvisation. When you have a vast catalogue, you can’t possibly love every song from your past, nor be well-rehearsed for every song. I completely understand that. But there could be more randomizing of the song order. Once I went to see another band live 2 nights in a row and it was pretty obvious they were playing the exact same set. I was younger then so I had memorized what they played on night 1. Before each song, everyone is shouting what they want to hear. I was shouting the title of the next song that I knew they were going to play. Some people next to me caught on that I knew what they were going to play so they started copying me and chanting the same song title. It was kinda funny.
Before one of the encore songs started, there was just a note, a chord, a sound. Just one sound and as soon as I heard that, I knew exactly what they were going to play and I couldn’t believe they were going to play it. I got very excited and had to take a photo to remember the time when I got to hear Misty Zone live again.
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Almost every setlist is comprised of these as the main set: 1. Cum Uh Sol Nu -Flask No Besshu-  2. Pinoa Icchio -Odoru Atom- (some shows: 3. My Fuckin’ Valentine) 3 or 4. Bi Neo Universe 4 or 5. Baby, I Want You. (some shows: 5. My Fuckin' Valentine) 6. El Dorado 7. Jukai 8. Melancholia -Electria- 9. Devil's Wings 10. Boy Septem Peccata Mortalia (9 and 10 sometimes switched) 11. Future Song -Mirai Ga Tooru- 12. The Seaside Story 13. Cuba Libre 14. Manjusaka 15. Ai No Souretsu
All possible encore songs: (6 songs were played; final show 7 songs) Kirameki No Naka De... Mienai Mono Wo Miyou To Suru Gokai    Subete Gokai Da Mudai Keijijou Ryuusei Buster Makka Na Yoru Misty Zone Tenshi Wa Dare Da Romance New World -Beginning-
And with that, the show was over. The house lights came on. I snapped a goodbye photo of the venue.
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And that was it. Haven’t seen Buck-Tick live since. Haven’t been back to Japan since. The next Uchinanchu Taikai was supposed to be held in 2021 but pandemic. It’s been postponed to 2022 but I don’t think I will be going. Buck-Tick has announced some shows this year but if venues will be using the Japan only app for vaccinations, I probably won’t be able to get in as I was vaccinated outside of Japan. So I wait. Wait for this pandemic to end and hope I have some time and money to continue to see more parts of Japan that I have never been to, to see my family again, and to see Buck-Tick live.
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