#Disventure Camp Lynda

[mikatoonist]

‘they seem to be very good friends 🥰’

lynda will literally see gay ppl kissing and flirting and be like ‘wow, such good friends!’ lmaooo

based off that one meme, you know the one

[andersouppp]

[thecatgirl-luvmyrocky]

Most of these look better than the original! Especially Anastasia and Hannah!

(Art by MOONSHINEONME)

[bustinjeever]

🎪🌲 core

[deimosbreakfrost]

- what? Haven't you guys EVER saw a men wearing his thong before?!

(this toke me 3/4 days and 10 hours to make, for the love of god reblog/like this😭)

- Bear Ted save me... Save me bear Ted save me..

Btw, this has an alternative version that i will NEVER show to you guys 😇♥️

[boldlyspeedydreamerreturns]

Real talk, why was this the funniest line in the episode?

[ijustreallylikepirates]

DCCOCE10 !!!! 🔥🗣️❗️💥

-FUCK YOU LYNDA

-GRAHHHHH

-Lynda what are you doing with your arms 😭🙏🏻

-I LOVE ANASTASIA AND LOGANS FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH

-THEYRE LIKE SIBLINGS

-WOAH PUT YOUR BOOBS AWAY LOGAN

-I honestly can’t see a relationship between Logan and Spencer

-like I know where this is going and please no 😭🙏🏻

-Lynda and Richard actually getting along!?!?

-what is up with these hoes and yoga

-BRO HE WAS TRYING TO KISS YOU

-HE LOVES YOU

-type shit jade

-benji my silly

-“OBJECTION!” can someone tell me if this was a reference I feel like it was but I can’t place it

-“let me cook” LMAO HES SO BRAINROTTED

-“last time I let you cook you told zaid he’s got a dump truck ass” “was I wrong 🥺” LMAOOO I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP

-honey benji already is a liability

-“scrumpdiddlydumptious” Trevor I love you

-watch zaid cook (literally)

-I knew Logan was gonna volunteer

-“do we need cumin” he says as he picks up a box of baking soda

-benji is like a wet cat

-RICHARD NO MURDER- oh we’re chopping carrots 😨

-STIR THAT SHIT ANASTASIA

-benji really just hit the :3

-no way benji is giving zaid love advice

-“love is like a fart” oh he’s hopeless

-somebody come get this man

-oh Logan will eat anything

-bros eyes were going in two different directions

-he’s such a golden retriever

-HIS GIGGLE LMAO

-“you haven’t seen me eat it 😝” REAL

-“you’re a growing boy” LMAO

-kiss now

-LMAO LOGAN IN THE BACKGROUND

-OMG THE KISSS

-oh they’re getting a little freaky

-jade he got the girl didn’t he

-what was Logan gonna say

-TELL ME NOW

-“I’m the problem” ooh shit

-got me clutching my pearls

-“silly goose” girl I know you’re scared

-I am too tbh

-“stick to the plan chaps” 🤓☝️

-PLEASE LYNDA

-YES WE WON

-WOOO

-IVE NEVER FELT SUCH JOY IN MY LIFE

-ISTG

-PLEASE NO

-BROOOOO

-sigh

-I love you Logan

IM SO GLAD LYNDA IS OUT FOR NOW

YESSIREEE

WE COOKED

ZAIVY WAS GIVING THIS EPISODE

THIS ELIMINATION HAD ME CLUTCHING MY PEARLS BRO OMG

COME ON LOGAN YOU GOT THIS

[shark-watermelon]

yeah I really dgaf about disventure camp anymore but the fact that they probably and obviously bring Lynda makes me wanna beat my head on the wall till I fucking opens and more later scream till my lungs start to hurt. Like, THAT'S NO FUCKING GOOD IDEA. NO ONE ASKED FOR THAT. THEY RATHER MAKE THE HOMOPHOBE LADY COME BACK BECAUSE "now she's sowwy🥀💔 shes a changed person"????? I WISH ONC THE WORSE/srs/overkill

Dude, same

Lynda don't deserve to be in the show anymore tbh, sorry two Lynda fans, but I don't find that her participation contributed to her team and was only a burden for everyone and for Marissa, who wanted to keep the team united and without problems in between. Besides that she acts like any another dumb young character when she's already 51

[meowshroom1230]

y’know what fuck it

Here’s my prediction for the final 3 of dcs4:

Why? Well I’m glad you asked.

For Isabel she has the immunity idle and isn’t prone to making enemies. I feel like she’d get pretty far on Jades plan. If she ends up using the idle it would probably be pretty far into the game, maybe even making herself a target so her and Jade can get rid of someone. But I think she’s also smart enough to know when to throw Jade under the bus if needed.

Lynda? Well she’s the villain. She’s going to get far because… well it’s kinda obvious. Currently in a post episode 10 era, unless Jade gets voted out somehow, I can’t really see anyone else in the other team being incredibly plot relevant. I think she’s going to come back and somehow make it to the end 😒

Benji is interesting. I do genuinely believe they’re building him up to reveal something big. Will he end up have his big victory/reveal on accident? Probably but at least my boy will get a win. He’s the main reason why I’d think Jade would be out 4th or 5th. Benjis mostly skating by on dumb luck and being non-intimidating really. But I think it would be a great setup for him to really show how much he’s grown as a player and person for him to get this far.

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If they’re doing a final 2 instead of a final 3 my bets on Benji and Isabel.

[picochu007]

I drew six gen 3 characters! Obviously, I had to inject some plans I have for them in VC.

Jade, Ted, Benji and Lynda were all requested by the people I was online friends with back when I started this project! I have since made another friend, though, so, uh, sorry...

Diencer were chosen by me because I love Diencer so much.

[totaldramamkfan]

Disventure Camp Season 4 Girls PFP'S

[streetdream]

dc4 episode 5 spoilers

richard ate this challenge up

[cosmicallyconsciouss]

[thecatgirl-luvmyrocky]

Well done I love the design of Hannah and Isabel!

(Art by totalboboisland)

[sweetponythings]

Tipiskaw International High School Part 2

Beware that this story contains bullying, homophobia, mentions of abusive relationships, heavy subject matter. Please take care when reading.

Like I'm Lemonade

“Jacob Hamilton, you're late, AGAIN!” Jake hated all of his classes, but English was particularly torturous. Mrs Anderson seemed to have some kind of personal vendetta against him, but to be fair, she seemed to have one against half of the class. Tipiskaw International High had some unique qualities, one of which was that you could call teachers by their first names. However, if you dared call Mrs Anderson 'Lynda', you would be getting detention every night for a month. She would give out the most monotonous tasks and assignments and peer at the class with her sharp green eyes nastily from behind whatever novel she was reading, rather than actually teaching the class anything useful. Not to mention his desk mate was Ellie Parker, an American girl with a serious problem with shit-talking other people, being constantly pissed off, it seemed. She was an art student and constantly drew in her books when they were supposed to be working; Jake was consistently told to ‘fuck off’ or mind his own business whenever he tried to make conversation by enquiring about her art. She had been nice in the past, but ever since Jake's personal life became the business of the whole school, her attitude had soured towards him. The irony was that she was dating Gabby Nowak, one of the nicest girls in the school. Jake never would've thought those two could've been a compatible pair, although Gabby had a reputation for being slightly unhinged…

Mrs Anderson stood at the front of the class behind her desk, hands on her hips and glaring daggers into Jake. “I'm really sorry; I was just –” “Just sit down!” The whole class was staring now; Jake's face flushed and his mouth became dry. Keeping his eyes to the ground, he tried to ignore everyone around him, giggling from the back of the room pricking at his ears as he found his way to his desk. Ellie didn't so much as give him a glance from where she was drawing in her notebook, probably for the best, all things considered.

Today's task was the usual: read through the sheets that had been passed out and try to fill them in as best you can, then write a small essay on what you've learnt about the characters. It was usually Shakespeare or something similarly eye-wateringly boring; only today's assignment had a twist: work in pairs. Jake and Ellie looked at each other begrudgingly, Ellie then rolling her eyes in annoyance before making a start on the task at hand. The low buzz of chatter in the classroom and the exhaustion of the earlier morning's events caused Jake's mind to wander; his eyes stared down at the desk in front of him. That scrawled word written on his locker stung like a bee sting every time Jake remembered it. It was like Yul said; it was what he was known for. But, Tom…he went out of his way to speak to Jake. Did he want something from him?

 “Are you going to help with this then?” Ellie’s voice cut through Jake's thoughts and brought him back to earth. “O-oh shit, yeah, what's the task again?” Ellie’s teal eyes stared at Jake with raised eyebrows, taking in his dishevelled appearance. Even she could tell something was wrong, although she wasn't exactly polite in expressing it. “You look like shit, dude. Something happened?” “Just get off my case, Ellie…” “I was just asking, god…” Jake stared at the paper hopelessly; none of it was going in. He was too exhausted, and his throat stung from vomiting earlier. “You still aren't helping!” “Oh, shut up; like you don't usually draw all the way through this class.” The red-haired girl folded her arms in defensive annoyance; Jake had struck a nerve. “At least I don't just sit there feeling sorry for myself; you aren't the only one with problems, you know.” He said nothing, biting his lip so hard he was close to drawing blood, but he was furious. What the hell did she know? Just don't engage, Jake; you've already drawn enough attention to yourself today, but Ellie wasn't done. “God, you're annoying; no wonder you got cheated on.” At that moment, something in Jake snapped. That was the final straw. “Oh fuck you, Ellie!” 

“THAT'S IT! Get out of my classroom, Hamilton. Triple detention; go to the principal's office.” The classroom erupted into a chorus of laughs and jeers at Jake's expense. It was a relief in a way; the blue-haired teen would rather spend three hours in a stuffy room after school than sit in this hellhole of a classroom any longer. Yanking his bag back over his shoulder, he marched out of the room while being flipped the bird by the ginger-haired girl he had been sitting next to. Slamming the door shut, the feeling of things falling down around him felt more and more crushing. The tears being squeezed out of his eyes and the weight forming in his throat cutting off his oxygen. Jake wasn't sure how much more he could take of this.

Jake didn’t even need to knock when he got to the principal's office; it was already wide open, and Mr Blake was waiting for Jake’s arrival, wordlessly ushering the teen inside and shutting the door behind them. Despite sharing his surname with Jake’s ex, Mr Blake, or ‘Connor’, was incredibly kind and gentle. He treated every student as an individual and tried to help them the best that he could. Jake visiting Connor's office was a common occurrence; Connor clearly knew Jake was going through it. The two had created a friendship of sorts, aided by the fact that Connor was a frequent customer at Miriam’s bakery and a personal friend of hers, always going out of his way to ask how Jake was when he was working. “Take a seat, Jake.” Connor wasn’t the type to shout the place down when you were in trouble; he was more the type to try and get on your level and see what caused the situation. He could relate to the kids that he was in charge of because he still was a kid at heart. Jake sat opposite Connor, eyes fixated on the swirling patterns on the dark blue carpet below him. “Want a drink, son?” Jake gave a small smile in response, still avoiding eye contact with the man who had gotten up from his desk and walked over to a minifridge in the cupboard at the back of the office. “Yeah, preferably alcoholic.” Connor gave a hearty laugh as he pulled two cans of lemonade out of the fridge. “I would if I could, Jake, but I don’t think that’s the answer to your problems.” Jake just shrugged, eyes still on the ground, fearful that if he looked into the eyes of another person, he wouldn’t be able to stop the tears that threatened to spill over. “How are things at home?" - “Great, great!” Jake replied a little too fast and enthusiastically for his liking. Shit. Connor could be oblivious sometimes, but he wasn’t dense. Connor’s expression said it all; Jake sighed in reply. “Things are fine; I manage.” The principal hummed as he passed Jake the cool can of lemonade. The boy’s eyes were glassy and red; he knew things weren’t perfect at home, but he could try to bring up the topic later. He needed Jake to talk, and trying to push the subject too much could just push Jake away.

“C'mon, Jake, we both know something is getting to you. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what's wrong. I heard there was an incident this morning.” Jake’s face snapped towards the older man’s upon hearing him mention the events of this morning. Then looking down again, playing with his fingernails. “How’d you know ‘bout that?” Asked the young man in a quiet voice, ashamed. “I’m the principal; news reaches me fast!” Connor remarked in an attempt to put Jake at ease; his words had backfired. However, Jake’s face was almost as red as his hoodie, and the way his hands trembled was pitiful to see. “I was just jokin’, son. Tom Reed came to tell me; he said that Yul Kim had you pinned against the wall and you ran off. He asked if I would check up on you.” “What? Tom did?” Tom had gone out of his way not only to try to stand up for Jake and attempt to console him but also to tell Connor and ask him to check in on Jake. He really did care, didn’t he? “Yeah…he’s a good kid; I’m fond of him. I used to speak to him a lot about his issues, but that’s apart from the point… We need to talk about you. Tell me what happened earlier, please?"

“Fine… Someone…wrote something on my locker. Something…unkind.” Jake’s hands shook wildly as he tried to bring the metal can to his lips to drink. “Oh yeah, what did it say?” Oh Connor, he was as kind as they came but a bit tactless when trying to go about solving things. “I'd…rather not repeat it. It was… it had something to do with the fact that…you know, I’m gay… Yul and Riya were just rubbing it in.” Connor’s eyes grew wider. “Oh.” Jake was surprised to see how shocked Connor was at the fact someone had written something so backwards on school property; there was one other current case of a student that Connor knew of that had similarly cruel behaviour, but nothing this bad. Connor knew Jake’s sexuality; he was one of the only people that Jake felt comfortable telling. He and Connor had discussed at length his and Blake’s relationship and the awful way it ended. The principal was also aware of Jake’s private messages going around school and some of the fallout from the other students. He had tried to do what he could, giving assemblies on kindness and bullying prevention, but nothing had really worked; there were still the workshops of LGBTQ+ acceptance to come in the coming weeks, prompted by a mother coming to him about the mistreatment of her transgender son. Connor had no idea things had become quite this bad. “Are people singling you out because of it? Your sexuality?” When Jake looked back at Connor, he saw nothing but kindness, concern and sympathy in his eyes. “I don’t think it’s my sexuality, Christ; I think half the kids in my grade are queer. I think it’s the fact it’s me.” Connor said nothing back. Jake had expected a response along the lines of ‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ but Connor wouldn’t dismiss him like that; he was too good of a man. He gestured silently, encouraging the teen to continue.

“To everyone, I’m just known as ‘Blake’s annoying ex!’.” Jake started, using his fingers to form quotation marks as he spoke. “Everyone hates me. I get stares and comments all day. We’ve spoken about him before… He was my first crush, my first kiss, my first… my first everything! I still miss him, and everyone knows it. That’s why they call me pathetic, and they’re right.” Connor looked thoughtful for a moment while watching Jake’s face drop and his eyes return to staring at the floor. “Not everyone, Jake; I don’t think that you’re pathetic, and Tom clearly doesn’t hate you.” “But I’ve never spoken to Tom! Ashley left last year, and all of my old friends want nothing to do with me.” Connor smiled for a moment. “Tom said that he offered to let you speak to him, didn’t he? Why don’t you try to get to know him?” Connor suggested optimistically. Jake shrugged with a quiet “I guess…” The older man knew he needed to do something drastic; Jake was falling downhill rapidly, it was clear to see. He desperately tried to get Jake to listen to his words. “Jake, what I see is a young man who’s lonely and hurt; you were betrayed by Blake and also by so many other people. You felt loved by Blake, and that’s what you truly want, I think.” Jake sniffed as he heard Connor’s words, dabbing at his eyes with his sleeve, unable to form words. “You went through some traumatic experiences, son. I’ve told you before that I think that Blake manipulated and used you; he was two years older than you too… We spoke about coercive control before, didn’t we? It’s normal for victims to want to stay with the person they were in a relationship with, even though they’ve been hurt by them so badly.” Connor looked at Jake once more before adding. “I think a good course of action would be to try to reach out to people and make some new friendships.”

Jake still wouldn’t say anything; his eyes were puffy and the redness in his face was clearly visible. Connor knew he was in no state to attend normal lessons today. He had no other cards on the table, so he suggested the only thing he could think of. “I’m going to put you in one of the isolation rooms today. I don’t think being around lots of people is going to do you any good right now.” Jake’s eyes grew wide and worried; he knew his behaviour wasn’t perfect, but the isolation room meant that his parents had to be called. Connor noticed it and was quick to put the poor lad at ease. “It’s not as a punishment, son. Just to let you chill out for a while and try to catch up with your work. No parent call required. You can come and go as you please, crank your headphones up and jam out if you want to. We can try it today while I get a few things sorted for you. Also, you can forget about those detentions. I’ll tell Lynda that the isolation room is your punishment. We have to keep her happy somehow, don’t we?” Jake gave a small giggle at that, now more open to the idea of having some alone time. “If all goes well today and you’re open to it, you can stay in there until Thursday. I should have made a few arrangements by then. Sound good?” Finally, for the first time in a long while, Jake truly smiled. “Yeah, thanks, Connor. I can work with that…”

When the conversation came to an end, Connor walked Jake over to the room where he would be staying for the majority of the week. Mr Miller, the P.E. teacher and head coach for the boys' soccer team, (or Richard, as he insisted everyone call him) was sitting behind the desk typing away on his laptop. Jake knew he was a very kind teacher; everyone celebrated if you had a lesson with him. Richard passed Jake some more worksheets to get on with that would help him catch up to his peers. After Connor was sure Jake was settled, he moved away to head to the door, leaving Jake to be observed by the coach. Before the principal could leave, Jake stood and rushed over to him. “Wait, Connor… If you see Tom, would you please tell him I say thank you?” Connor’s gold tooth glinted in the light as he smiled. “Of course I will, you just focus on getting your work done.” After Jake sat back down and had started to write, and Richard was certain Connor had left, he leaned over the desk and half-whispered, “What kind of music do you like, son?” Jake smiled in response while thinking carefully, requesting some Panic! At The Disco. Both men continued working happily to the sound of Brendon Urie’s voice.

[deimosbreakfrost]

This is where i post from/srs