I saw the greatest thing today. So I’m at a stoplight in the passenger seat, right? And I hear hoofbeats nearby. I look over and there’s a lady walking her horse. We’re close enough to be in talking distance and this horse is incredibly happy. Her ears are pricked forward and she’s JUST SO DELIGHTED TO SEE EVERYTHING.
“I like your big dog!” I said.
“Thanks! She’s an asshole!” she said, and the horse headbutted her so hard she staggered. SHE JUST LOVES THIS HORSE SO MUCH, GUYS, she laughed and patted her nose.
I have a strong beauty background and I really wanted to capture Diane
in a way that meshed my love for beauty photography with her personality
and strengths. Diane is a striking, strong woman and I wanted that to
come through in the images
watching clouds or star gazing? plane rides or train rides? worn out sneakers or worn out boots? speaker or headphones? walks along the beach or walks through the forest? denim jacket or denim bottoms? iced tea or iced coffee?
Prompt: “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU. Where Sirius is the chain-smoking art student.
Word Count: About 5,500.
Warning(s): Smoking, sexual tension, kissing, motorcycle ride without all the gear. Don’t accept a ride from someone on a motorcycle unless they supply the proper gear and you’re wearing pants and a heavy jacket, preferably. Do some research before riding!
Note: Sort of a modern, college AU. This isn’t smut, but, I have to warn you, it does end up being smoking hot. Hah. Get it? Anyway, thank you @princesse-de-ravenclaw for reading this over!
To the barista with the pretty grey eyes,
Smoking can cause the lens of the eyes to fog up and the whites of the eyes to turn yellow. Don’t ruin their beauty. If not for yourself, then for those who have the pleasure of seeing them. ;)
Sirius rolled his eyes, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he pocketed yet another note from you. If you were to open a spare drawer in his flat, you would find a collection of tossed napkins with rushed scribbles littering the surface. Maybe one day Sirius would take your insistent advice, but right now, all he wanted was a drag.
“Another love letter from your favorite med student?”