Matt tells me it’s not too late for the photo prompt challenge - ends tomorrow.
I do look for different things when taking black and white. I think I will do it more often. It’s also an excuse to try out my new 40mm macro lens. I know, I know, 40mm is far too short for a macro lens. But I’m a short, lightweight lens sort of guy.
camera: Leica M Monochrom/CCD + Summicron 35mm f2.0 ASPH
This area is popular among Japanese Photographers… because of CP+ (the biggest camera&photo imaging show in Japan which is been holding every winter). Of course I’ve been visiting every year but this is the first time with MM. It is difficult to shoot… but it was so excited. There were so many beautiful shapes, lights and shadows.
Here’s my entry for @kaitymccoy123 ‘s Spring Has Sprung Challenge! (the first half anyways) I’m so sorry i was a little late with this, and i hope you won’t hate me for making it a two parter…
anyways, I had the prompt “Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.” (I changed the prompt in the slightest…i’m so sorry…)
and the color white: innocence, fragility, the mug you sip coffee from in the morning, perfection, the moment before a kiss, fear, cleanliness, an untouched snowfall
Characters: Leonard McCoy x Reader
Summary: A perfect storm of problems leaves the Enterprise in danger out in space, and it may be the reader’s fault. She’s determined to fix it by any means necessary.
A/N: this is part one, set up and some fluffy smut! part two should be out later this week! also i’m sorry this might be absolute crap…i haven’t written in so long i’m trying to get back into the swing of things…
Warnings: NSFW, fluffy morning sex, lil bit of violence in pt 2
The day had started like any other
day for Leonard McCoy; harsh white artificial light and a pillow that smelled
smell wakes him every morning. It isn’t
especially pungent or overpowering, but each morning he wakes with your face
buried in his neck, your hair just under his nose. He doesn’t know where you got peach scented
shampoo on a starship in the middle of deep space, but as he inhales the smell
that’s so uniquely you, he can’t
bring himself to care.
every other morning, he wakes before you.
And just like every other morning, he stares at the ceiling and runs his
fingers through your hair, listened to your soft, gentle breaths.
Just like every other morning since
you started sleeping in his bed, Leonard contemplates just how lucky he is to
have you, to call you his.