Colin and Josh know how to blush. They’re all sharp edges and manliness and then it’s just like, ok but they’re strawberries, idek what this is. I mean I kind of do, but it’s also high-key ridiculous. Also, totally inspired by this dumb fucking .gif set.
+ It’s mid-June and everyone is out picking and plucking every piece of fruit they can find. It’s early days yet, but it’s already full of wine and sun and salt water. If the first few days are any indication, the next few months are guaranteed to be some kind of classic summer fever dream. David has always held a particular fondness for fresh fruits and vegetables, straight from the earth. Even the feeling of the grit between his teeth, the granules of dirt. There’s something undeniably satisfying about the whole rustic, cyclical thing. His whole life, the turning over of the soil and the pulling over of the nets and the harvesting; goodness, the harvesting.
The strawberry crop this year is a thing of unrepentant beauty. As if their red, soft flesh has managed to absorb the warmth of the sun even after the clouds have passed overhead. That warm, mild taste exploding on your tongue under the light of a full moon, where you’d least expect to find it.
When Killian blushes, the round fullness of his cheeks look to be about the same color. Which is, of course, ridiculous.