When it comes to capturing moments that give you all the feels, Sam Desantis has it on lock. The way that Sam captures raw moments in time and turns them into nostalgic memories is insanely inspiring. We can’t get enough of her moody “blue” photos and can’t wait to see SXSW through her lens as she captures the festival as a guest blogger for Vans Girls. Follow along all week on the Vans Girls blog and Instagram and get lost in Sam’s photography…
There’s something about Luki’s photos that standout amongst the thousands of other surf photographers, and for us it’s the way she captures tranquil moments in the ocean with a modernized retro vibe that gives us all the nostalgic feels. We’ve spent hours scrolling through her Instagram feed getting lost in the serene colors and gorgeous light she snaps, and just had to learn more about her. We’re chatting with Luki about how she inherited her love for the ocean, and what her dream shoot would be (hint hint, this one includes time travel!).
Damian and Tim trapped somewhere waiting for rescue while Damian's hurt--post Damian's death. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I’m sorry it’s so bad T.T
Tim shoots off after him, fingers reaching and curling around the boy’s shoulders like claws. He opens his mouth to speak, but glances down at his little brother’s face.
It’s pale. And he’s sweating. His lips are turning blue, and Tim doesn’t realize that he’s been talking until Damian snaps, “We have to!” Tim casts a glance at the ground. Oh. A chick.
“She kicked it out of the nest,” he muses, trying to steer the boy away.
Damian yanks himself out of Tim’s grasp. “No!” he shouts, kneeling down in the mud. “It fell out. It’s too windy for it. It needs help!”
“Dames,” Tim sighs, keeping an eye on the makeshift tourniquet. Why isn’t Bruce here yet? Why won’t he come? “Sometimes nature just works that way.”
“I know how nature works,” Damian spits. His eyes blink, zoning out for a moment. Loss of blood. Tim reaches out to him again, but Damian jumps up and skirts his arms. “No!“
“Damian!” Tim finally snaps. “You have two stab wounds, a broken arm, and I highly suspect a concussion. I know you hate me but for the love of God, do what I say and sit down!”
Damian’s face goes blank. He shakes his head. Tim opens his mouth to rip him a new one, really lay on the guilt, but then. Damian’s lip trembles. Tim’s anger doesn’t melt away, but the tension in his shoulders rolls down to the pit of his stomach. Shit.
“It needs its mother,” Damian insists, whispering hoarsely. He blinks several times in rapid succession. The wind picks up and Damian kneels next to the chick, protecting it from the sudden raindrops. “It’s too little. It needs its mother.”
“She may not take him back,” Tim reminds him morosely, kneeling down across from him. He monitors the boy’s stab wounds. They’re bleeding again.
Damian swallows. “It’s too little,” he insists again. “It needs someone to take care of it.”
“Maybe it will survive. Animals generally do well with independence–”
“No!” The shriek echoes in the clearing. Tim’s head snaps up, startled. “It’s too little! It needs its mama! It needs help!"
Damian’s voice is tight. His teeth are clenched. He’s shaking with repressed emotion. The raindrops in his eyelashes trickle down and–
"It’s too little,” Damian croaks. “It’s too little."
Tim swallows, head feeling swollen and warm. “Yeah,” he agrees, looking at Damian’s large eyes. “Too little.”
Tim scoops up the baby bird and deposits it in his lap. He takes off his gloves and wraps them around it. He hands the creature off to his little brother, who sags in relief.
"C'mere,” he gestures, dragging the boy closer. He puts his arms around him, trying to dispel the shaking. “It may still die,” he reminds him, ever the realist.
Damian wiggles against his chest. Tim is surprised at how comfortably he fits there. “It won’t,” he assures him, sounding positive at his own control in life that the universe would not dare cross him.
“Okay,” Tim breathes out. He figures he’ll believe him. His fingers are freezing. “Are you warm?”
Tim wraps his coat around the kid’s front anyway. He flexes his stiff fingers in realization. Tim is not a good older brother. He knows this. It wasn’t in the job description. But it’s funny, how little things can connect and mean something. Because sometimes being an older brother meant being cold. And sometimes being cold so your little brother could shiver less meant…well, everything.
“You don’t believe in God.”
Damian shifts. "You can’t say ‘for the love of God’ because you don’t believe in God.“
The rain is pattering on the grass. Lightning flashes in the sky silently.
"Oh. Habit, I guess. Your dad says it.”
Damian doesn’t reply for a moment. He’s gazing down at the chick, who seems to have fallen asleep, safe in both boys’ hands.
The top of Damian’s head is wet. Tim rests his chin on it anyway.
No two days are the same when you’re working in a massively creative atmosphere such as ban.do. Whether it’s conceptualizing a new campaign or animating dancing cats (What?! Jealous.), you can guarantee Danielle’s day-to-day as Lead Digital Designer is anything but ordinary. We sat down with this creative wizard to learn what makes her tick, and what her favorite Jen Gotch quote is.
Paving her way through the mostly male dominated tattoo industry is bad-ass tattoo artist and San Diego native, Jasmine Wright. Her insane tattoos may have been the first thing to catch our attention, but her “anti Pinterest” style and no excuses attitude had us itching to know more about her. We had the chance sit down with Jasmine in her downtown San Diego studio and watch her work some serious magic while chatting about tattoos, life choices, and shrimp brokering.
Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader Rating: M Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU
Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.
A/N: YOU CAN ALL STOP ASKING ME ABOUT OH BABY NOW BECAUSE HERE’S THE 9TH PART :D Aish…sorry it took 2 months to write. I’ve just been really unmotivated to write this tbh. Once you stop it’s hard to get back into it. But I’ll try. So…hopefully you can just enjoy this for now.
The sound of seagulls cawing overhead is a telltale sign
that Yoongi is close to his destination.
Foot heavy on the pedal, he slows as his car curves around
the seaside road, the gates to a shipping yard straight ahead. Eyes narrowing
wearily, Yoongi pushes his jacket out of the way and makes sure his gun is
easily accessible. This shipping yard has been unstable for a while
now—basically the prize in a dirty game of capture the flag. Ever since the
rightful owner had been killed off a year back, every gang in the city—and even
some corrupt individuals with need for an open port—have been fighting to lay
claim to the territory. And, at the moment, Yoongi isn’t quite sure whose hands
the shipping yard resides in.
If it’s in the hands of Suho’s gang, or Leeteuk’s gang…he’s
Sighing, hoping that he won’t run into trouble, Yoongi
approaches the closed gates, spotting someone leaning against the wall nearby.
At hearing the car approach, the previously zoned out male looks up, hand
immediately sneaking to sit on the gun tucked under his belt. Yoongi narrows
his eyes as the male starts towards him, taking in his features. Black hair,
dark eyes, and a few tattoo’s peeking out from beneath his loose tank top.
“Yah…Ravi?” Yoongi questions, rolling down his window
slightly. At hearing his name the male pauses, tense face turning curious.
“Who…Suga?” the male questions, seeing a sliver of Yoongi’s
face through the opened window, and immediately Yoongi lets out a sigh of
relief. If N’s gang is here that means he’ll be fine.
“You changed your hair color,” Yoongi points out, rolling
down the window all the way to smirk at the other 93-liner. “I didn’t recognize
“Ah…the sky blue hair wasn’t really helping to keep me off
the grid,” Ravi explains, tugging at a strand of the black hair on his head.
“But it seems like you dyed your hair too, huh?”
Sighing, Yoongi glances upward towards his freshly bleached
hair, frowning at it.
“I didn’t have a choice,” he says, and it’s true. He’d
accidently run into Key—Onew’s resident diva—when he’d gone to Incheon the week
before, and the elder had urged him to change his hair color after he’d gotten
word that Yoongi had shot at Eric’s men when they’d run into either other at
the docks. Key had then shoved him into a chair and grinned happily as he
poured bleach onto Yoongi’s previously shiny black hair.
“Well, maybe it’s for the better,” Ravi shrugs. “You’ve had
black hair since I’ve known you. And the blond doesn’t look too bad.”
“Thanks,” Yoongi responds sarcastically, and Ravi rolls his
“You’re here for a shipment, right? We’re sharing the
grounds with JB’s group right now, so you should be good. Namjoon has ties with
“We all get along, and none of us would have been able to
kick Taeyeon’s chicks out alone…”
Yoongi nearly chokes. “You…you had to team up to kick out a group of girls?!”
“Hey! Those bitches don’t fuck around, man!”
Yoongi snorts and taps at the gas pedal, startling Ravi.
“Whatever. I’m heading to dock 3.”
“I’ll radio it in so you don’t get sniped,” Ravi responds
with a roll of his eyes, tapping Yoongi’s hood, and once he steps away Yoongi
revs the gas and travels farther into the shipping yard. As he drives across
the smooth pavement, a tiny red dot appears briefly on his jacket sleeve, and
Yoongi narrows his eyes, tracing the invisible line back towards one of the
warehouse roofs. Luckily, just as he’s about to ready his gun, the dot on his
sleeve disappears and there’s a yell from the rooftop.
“Sorry, hyung!” a smooth voice rings out, and Yoongi spots
Jinyoung’s head pop up on the roof of the second warehouse. “Ravi hyung just
Assuring him he’s fine with a wave of his hand, Yoongi
continues on his way and slows to a stop when he finally reaches the third
dock. There’s no ship present. However, he can see a small package shoved into
one of the nooks under the dock.
Sighing, Yoongi steps out his vehicle and goes to fetch it,
the bright sun straining his eyes. He always hates bright and sunny days like
Snatching the heavy packet up, Yoongi peeks inside and makes
sure the order and amount is correct before he turns and heads back to his car.
With everything in check, that means he can head back to Namjoon today and
update him on everything that’s been going on. So, schedule in mind, Yoongi
starts his car and circles back towards the entrance. However, just as he
nearing the gates he spots Ravi and another tall kid, and the two wave him
“What?” he asks, eyebrow raised tiredly, and the newly
appeared boy with pink hair leans over. Yoongi looks him over for a brief
second before he realizes that JB’s maknae has grown up quite a lot.
Summary: Bucky needs a way to get rid of his one night stands and decides to offer you a place to stay in exchange for you to pretend to be his wife who has caught him cheating. (Modern-Day AU drabble series)
Grocery shopping took only an hour, you bought food only you wanted and in small portions. You weren’t about to stock Bucky’s entire fridge without him knowing.
After you had put everything away and had filled Buck’s bowl with kibble, you cooked yourself up a quick meal. Your phone vibrated as you were about to eat and you scoffed as you saw Bucky’s name across the screen.