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“What if he wasn’t your soulmate?” She flinched as he turned to her, and he couldn’t imagine what his face looked like. “I — I mean maybe there’s someone else, you guys were so young and people fall in love with not-soulmates all the time and maybe . . .”

He realized what she was saying a second before she did, he was pretty sure: Maybe there’s still a chance.

Maybe there’s still a chance that someone’s out there waiting for you.

Another rational adult trying to help. They were always just trying to help.

(credit to @hopefullypessimistic84 for writing the bit where David and Jasper first meet. You’re amazing, babe <3)

Chapter 3: Jasper

Being friends with Gwen was easier than he'd expected. Hurt less, too.

They talked a bit about her life before coming to the camp, and it struck David like a movie: growing up just outside The City, collecting stories from college that made him blush — and then immediately work on forgetting — and building a life in the middle of Brooklyn. (David wasn't positive where Brooklyn was, exactly, but he'd heard of it!) He ate up every tiny hint about her life, and in return she seemed entertained by what she called his "weird knowledge of useless shit" and camp stories. And even though she'd roll her eyes and tell him that learning how to crochet or whittle were a waste of time, she sat next to him in the evenings, letting him walk her through the steps until she knew enough to help run the activities.

The way she grinned when she finally accomplished something, the way she'd wave the completed whatever in his face and warn him to watch out, because if he wasn't careful she'd be the best counselor at camp . . . those rare moments of genuine enthusiasm dulled from a frozen spike in his ribs to a faint, intermittent sting.

He convinced himself it was getting better. He convinced himself he was basically over it and they were just friends. He was sometimes even able to convince himself that he didn't need a soulmate, that there was someone out there who was better suited for him, who made more sense and who'd understand his love of Camp Campbell and who'd give his chest the same squishy-squeezy-trembly feeling whenever they looked his way.

David was good at convincing himself of things.

So when he found her one sweltering July evening sitting on the ground by the flagpole, glaring down at her phone with glistening eyes, it was easy to convince himself that he was simply concerned for his good friend. It was easy to cock his head to the side and ask "What's wrong?" To lean against the flagpole, to cross his arms across his chest and his legs at the ankles and settle in for a long story, because that was what good friends did.

Gwen sniffed, rubbing at her nose with the back of her hand. "It's nothing," she muttered, looking away and shoving her phone in her pocket. "I'll be there in a minute. Go to dinner, it's fine."

Well, what kind of friend would he be if he just left her there? Not a good one, so instead he straightened, holding out his hands to her. "Wanna go for a walk, Gwen?"

She paused, eyes flicking between his eyes and his hands with a hesitant, almost wary look. Finally she took them and let him him pull her to her feet. He let go as soon as she was steady, taking a few steps back for good measure, taking her lead as they meandered along the shore. "It's just stupid shit from home," she finally said, watching their feet. "Not stuff you'll wanna hear about."

"Try me."

"You sure?" When he nodded she sighed. "It's just . . . okay, it's my boyfriend."

David's steps faltered for half a second, but he refused to let it throw him off. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he kept his face and voice as pleasantly neutral as possible, wrestling down the sick jealous spike that jolted through him at the mention of her boyfriend — and the implication that things weren't going well, which was a similar but even more shameful feeling. "Oh."

"He wants to have an open relationship." She laughed bitterly, kicking up a clump of dirt and grass; he bit his tongue and reminded himself to plant more grass seed there in the morning. "Except he says no soulmates. Thinks it'll cause an 'artificially inflated sense of attachment.'"

It was the closest either of them had gotten to mentioning their tattoos since her first day, and the words were a cold lead weight in his stomach. "O-oh."

"It's supposed to be fair because he wouldn't date his soulmate either. Forget the fact that he's never met them. And it's totally just coincidence that this leaves him an entire city of people to fuck all he wants, while I'm not allowed to look at the only cute guy in miles." She snorted, her steps slowing without her seeming to realize it. "I know guys are supposed to be jealous if they love you, but . . . shouldn't he also not want anyone else?" She glanced up at him, her expression more open than he was used to and filled with an almost childish hurt. "If he's gonna say that shit?"

It took David a second to respond; his ears were ringing so loudly with cute that he almost missed what she said after. "Have . . ." His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat before trying again. "Have you told him how you feel?"

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I've tried the whole 'talking about my feelings' shit. But he starts throwing out all these philosophical arguments about man's inherent tendency toward polyamory and the patriarchal roots of the myth of monogamy. It takes too much effort to argue with him when he gets like this. So whatever, it's fine, really."

“Ah.” For a moment they were quiet, their steps crunching through dirt that was strewn with gravel from the road into camp.

“Fuck, I'm sorry.” She sniffled, stepping away from him and wiping at her face with her sleeve. “I didn't mean to — you don't — never mind.”

David had a carefully-crafted mental list of rules, informed by the Employee Handbook and strictly followed for all his campers and cocounselors . Giving anyone at the camp a hug was against virtually all of them; Kyle was one thing, Bev was something very different, and Gwen . . . she required a completely new set of rules, far stricter than anyone he’d ever worked with before.

But darn it, he could never stand watching someone cry.

“Sorry,” she mumbled into his shoulder. Her hands came up to his chest, and he prepared to be shoved away, but her fingers instead dug into his shirt, grabbing fistfuls that tugged at his collar and made it a little hard to breathe. “I'm not . . . I cry when I'm pissed off, I'm not sad or anything, sorry . . ."

Still, she let him hug her. Let him pet her hair like she was a little kid, let him whisper soothing nonsense until her breathing grew less damp and ragged and pitiful.

After a few minutes she pulled away, rubbing at her nose again and glaring at the ground. “I shouldn't have laid that shit in you, sorry. You don't need that.”

He didn't, but he thought she had. “It's fine, Gwen!” he replied, relieved that he sounded almost normal. “These things happen.”

“Not to regular people,” she muttered, backing up a few steps. “God, I feel like such an asshole, fuck . . ."

“Gwen — !”

David lunged forward just as she stumbled over the gentle incline that led to the water. He managed to snag her before she fell, and for a moment they just hovered at the edge of the beach, catching their breath. “Careful,” he said, releasing her arm when he realized his fingers were digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises.

“Hey.” She grabbed his hands, turning them palm-up so the words “Hi, I'm the new camp counselor?” running across his right wrist in neat, forest-green, round letters.

His watch had slid up when he'd reached for her, and he winced at the messy black scribble, handwriting so familiar it made his chest hurt: “Uh . . . hi?”

He jumped to interrupt her, his throat constricting in panic as he pulled his hands away: “Listen, we should get back . . ."

“What's this?” She tightened her grip on his left hand, letting him tug back the one with her tattoo and tracing the dark letters with her free hand. She looked up at him, her eyes bright and curious. “Have you met —”

“Yes,” David admitted with a sigh. He figured he might as well give her the short version or she'd keep asking. “I went to camp with him as a kid.”

“A kid?” He couldn't blame the surprise in her tone; most people met their soulmates in their teens or later. He knew he and Jasper were . . . unique. “How old were you?”

He smiled despite himself. Also despite himself, his eyes traveled to the small patch of weedy grass a few yards and eleven years away, where a skinny redhead with an attitude problem had somehow made friends with a camper half a year older and infinitely cooler. “We were nine.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “He had light-up shoes, and I was really jealous of them.”

The second the words left his mouth he felt his face heat up. Why had he thought she'd care about that? No one needed to hear him ramble about juvenile nostalgia.

But Gwen was actually smiling, the first time all day. “That's cute.” Her expression dropped as her eyes did, returning to where her fingers skated over the tattoo. “Were you . . . like, did you get along right away?”

"Now since we have so many new faces this year, why don't we all go around and introduce each other? Davey, Jasper, you two start!"

"You literally just said our names. What's the point of an introduction?"

Darla sighed, but smiled down at David. "Because it's a nice thing to do.”

"I'm not nice."

"David!"

"Fine." He rolled his eyes, then turned to Jasper and gave him a sickeningly sweet smile. "Hi Jasper, I'm David!" he exclaimed, telegraphing his sarcasm so it could be read by the counselors all the way across the clearing.

Jasper stared at him, a strange look David wasn’t used to because it wasn’t amusement, exasperation, or dread. "Um . . . hi?" he replied hesitantly, still staring at him in disbelief as he slowly raised his hand, revealing David’s words in bright pink like a neon sunburn.

The fake grin slid off David's face as he reached for Jasper's hand to get a closer look. Reading them was like a punch in the stomach, low and winding. “Oh. Hi.” He couldn’t speak above a whisper, because even a dumb troublemaker like him knew that something momentous was happening, and that he might’ve hecked it all up by being a jerk.

Jasper let out a tiny giggle, and it was an automatic reflex to return his smile. "Hi," he repeated. “You’re not what I expected.” And he had half a second to panic before Jasper reached out and took his hand, holding it like it was the most natural thing in the world. “We’re gonna be an adventure, huh?”

David plucked her hand off his wrist, maybe a little less gently than he'd meant to. The feeling was distracting, tingly and prickly in a way he really didn't need right then. “Weirdly enough, yeah. I was . . . kind of a rotten kid, but he didn't seem to mind.”

“You?”

He shrugged, grinning at the disbelief in her voice. And how weird, that he could talk about Jasper and feel anything close to happy. “We had another friend, Julia. She kept us in line. Mostly.”

Gwen shook her head. “I can't believe it,” she said with a quiet laugh. “That's adorable.”

She'd praised him more this evening than the entire rest of the summer. And as much as he tried not to let that go to his head . . . “I guess we were,” he agreed.

The air thickened, condensed when it'd just begun to lighten. “So . . ." She trailed off, and he winced, knowing what she was going to ask. What Kyle had asked, what Beverly had asked, what his mom and Mr. Campbell and therapists and countless social workers had asked: What happened to him? “What's his name?”

David jumped. “O- . . . oh! He's — um, it was Jasper.”

She didn't ask why he used past tense. “Do you not wanna talk about it anymore?”

He didn't.

Of course he didn't.

There were two people in the world he was willing to talk to about Jasper: one of them was his therapist and one of them had loved Jasp almost as much as he did. Forget painful — it was too personal. Jasper belonged to a hurt intimate place inside David that he didn't like anyone knowing existed, let alone walking around, making themselves at home among all the things that made it hard to sleep at night.

His mouth had other ideas, and it moved fast. “No, it's okay. Unless you're bored."

“Of course not. I went to school for this kinda thing.” She winced. “Not like I see this as a case study or something, it's just — I think we're friends, and — I dunno . . ."

“It's fine, Gwen.” And it wasn't fine, couldn't be fine; it felt like a betrayal and a trick, like he was using one soulmate’s memory to win the sympathy of another, but that wasn't true and it wasn't fair.

He just . . . felt safe talking to her. Like maybe it actually would help the way his therapist said it might.

“He died when we were thirteen,” David blurted out in a cold prickly wave like nausea, because it felt like something was making its way from the confused roiling in his guts and it was either words or vomit and he made the decision before he had the chance to think about it. “Jasper. He, uh, drowned in the lake, out by Spooky Island. This kid — bully, I guess — he made a bet and Jasp took it, stole a canoe in the middle of the night, he didn't even wake me or Julia up, just . . . by himself . . ."

This wasn't coming out right. It didn't make sense the way he wanted it to, it was disjointed and broken and not like a story, but he didn't know how to say all the things he wanted to, to make her get it. That feeling of immeasurable relief the first time they examined each other's wrists, that sense of something beginning, and they didn't have to understand what was beginning or why or how or what it all meant; they'd gotten their first taste of magic and were young enough to just enjoy it without all the doubts and complications. The way it never stopped feeling weird, that rightness, that magic, especially when there were days — a lot of them, even — where it made no sense that such different people fit together like they did, where they clashed over the value of nature and camping and even Pokémon, almost to the point of throwing punches. How every adult who saw them together was bemused, would say, “these two? Really?” like they didn't understand what a good kid like Jasper would want with a troublemaker like Davey. How David was too young to question it then, but as he'd grown up he couldn't help but wonder the same thing, if maybe the universe made a mistake — because Jasper was the best of them, of everyone he'd ever met, and it didn't seem fair sometimes how much David had lucked out.

The feeling of confusion, as they laid sprawled out with Jasper's head on Davey’s stomach and their fingers interlinked, when Jasper would raise up David's wrists and wonder aloud why David had two tattoos, green and vibrant like the forest he hated, and Jasper's left wrist was bare. Why David had a second soulmate, and if he thought the three of them would get along. The pure childlike confidence with which David could reassure him — no anxiety disorder demanding small orange pills every morning, not yet — that of course they would, that no soulmate hooey would matter unless they loved Jasper as much as he did. The unshakeable, thoughtless conviction that everything would be fine, because soulmates meant forever.

How “best friends” had grown warm and speeded up like water coming to a boil, until Jasper's hand in his had made his breath catch — how even the memory of it still did. How he looked at an increasingly-caustic, awkward pimply teenager with messy blond hair and those same silly light-up shoes and been struck dumb by knee-weakening surreal sublime beauty. How for the first few weeks of their last summer together he'd caught himself watching Jasper out of the corner of his eye, how he couldn't stop hounding himself with thoughts of what it might be like to kiss him. How the feeling of finding out Jasper felt the same way had been ticklish and sugary like soda in his chest. How the first time they got up the courage to try it they'd knocked teeth hard enough to make David's ears ring, and how each subsequent attempt had been softer and sweeter until Jasper joked breathlessly that they were pros, they could teach a seminar on this kissing thing and it'd be the first camp activity in years he'd actually enjoy . And how David had had to admit, blushing and stammering, that he wouldn't like that, he wanted these shy fumbling sticky blood-hot evenings all to himself. How Jasper had kissed his nose and promised that he'd never tell a soul what they'd been up to (except Jules, but she didn't count), not unless Davey wanted to. “I've got a reputation anyway,” he'd teased. “Can't let anyone know what a bad influence the camp troublemaker is.”

How those words haunted him years later, kept him awake at night prowling the campgrounds and checking the tents to make sure everyone was asleep.

Because maybe Jasper never would've felt compelled to agree to a stupid bet if David hadn't encouraged him to be more reckless, hadn't convinced Jasper he was brave and invincible.

Maybe he would have at least told his best friends if David hadn't grown increasingly cautious over the years, fretting like a mother hen over pranks he would've led the charge on in earlier summers.

Maybe he wouldn't have drowned if David hadn't distracted him so much with jokes and games and secret kisses during Swimming Camp.

Maybe Jasper would still be alive if David wasn't such a heavy sleeper.

He couldn't tell his still-too-new coworker any of that, but he did anyway. And Gwen couldn't have understood it all, not when his words were so muddled and rushed and thick and damp, but she listened like she did, nodding and looking out over the water and never interrupting as he just kept talking, endless streams of nonsense but she pretended they were important, and her pretending let him pretend that sharing all this helped in any way.

When he finally finished, breathing like he'd been running through the years instead of just recounting them, it was a minute or two before she spoke up, her voice quieter and more hesitant than he'd ever heard it. “Have you ever wondered . . . ?” She trailed off, biting her lip.

And it felt almost wrong, to be talking about Jasper and still marveling at such a simple thing as a lip bite, how wars could be started over a lip bite like that. “Probably.” He'd thought over everything there was to remember about Jasper, combed through the memories and the theories and the could-have-beens until if they were tangible they'd be threadbare and see-through.

She chuckled, a low bitter huff of air that he'd never heard before and didn't exactly want to hear again — not in a context like this — but that was close enough to genuine amusement to make something flutter and rattle in his stomach. “I guess I just . . .” She sounded quiet, nervous, her voice with an oddly hopeful lilt and her eyes carrying something dark and apprehensive. The kind of voice Gregg had when he said Mr. Campbell would find Jasper right away, the kind of eyes Darla had as she wiped at his left wrist with a wet paper towel and increasingly-harsh strokes, the voice and eyes of his mother when she drove up to camp and offered to take him home early, of Jasper’s parents when they told him it wasn’t his fault.

It was the voice and eyes of someone trying to be a rational adult, to comfort a scared, sad little boy and pretend they aren’t scared and sad themselves. David didn’t know what Gwen had to be afraid of, but it was a look he’d practically memorized.

He realized what she was saying a second before she did, he was pretty sure: Maybe there’s still a chance.

Maybe there’s still a chance that someone’s out there waiting for you.

Another rational adult trying to help. They were always just trying to help.

“Gwen.” David took a deep breath and unclenched his hands, which had curled into fists so tight his fingers ached. “If you care about me at all, please . . . please never say anything like that again.”

“Sorry. I just thought . . .” She trailed off.

“I know.” There wasn’t anything she could’ve possibly thought that hadn’t already run through his mind a thousand times. “Do you notice anything weird about this tattoo?” He couldn’t meet her eyes, so he looked away and thrust his left arm in her general direction.

Still, he could feel her gaze on him, heavy and crackling. He felt it like a physical touch, like her fingers as they closed around his wrist and turned it to the setting sun. “It’s black, but . . .”

“It’s not supposed to be. It . . . didn’t used to be.” David prayed he wouldn’t have to explain that any further, to spell out his heartbreak in letters as tangible as Jasper’s first words on his skin, but he heard a soft intake of breath, the quiet gasp that meant she knew.

Soul tattoos came in literally every color, and they varied as much as skin tone. They sometimes darkened with tanning and freckles and sun-spots, sometimes faded over time — and of course sometimes they didn’t, for all the same unpredictable reasons skin normally did. His second tattoo — the one that belonged to the twilit woman beside him — had its own discoloring, a narrow white line that made the ink bleed and pale into an almost-mustardy yellow along the scar. It wasn’t unheard of for someone with multiple tattoos to have different colors for each; it was uncommon, but not impossible. And it was even less strange to have a black one.

The problem was that Jasper’s tattoo had been green. And being born with a black tattoo was one thing, but a marking that suddenly turned black one morning, when a kid woke up in his tent alone and looked down at his watch and saw that his words, Jasper’s words, his favorite words in the entire world, were no longer the beautiful mossy color that David thought was a perfect match for Jasper’s very essence, his soul . . . when instead the bed next to his was empty and the entire tent was empty and there was nothing but shrieking cicadas and the cold impersonal light of early morning . . .

Was it any wonder that David’s screams had woken the entire camp?

“I knew he was dead before anyone else realized he’d gone missing.” And the counselors, the police, his friends had all tried to convince him that it didn’t mean anything, that he’d been out in the sun a lot more the past few days and it was probably just the pink of his sunburn discoloring it, but he’d known and so had everyone else, even though no one wanted to admit it; they just wanted him to stop sobbing and thrashing because he was a danger to himself and others. More rational people doing the best they could to help.

Sometimes David wondered how he would’ve responded, if he’d been Gregg or Darla or Mr. Campbell. If one of his campers tomorrow morning came up to him with a tear-streaked face and insisted they knew, they knew their soulmate was dead . . .

“Christ.” She didn’t tell him she was sorry. She didn’t tell him it’d be okay. She just did something he’d never anticipated, not twice in one night, and certainly never initiated by her. But the next thing he knew he was enveloped in warmth, her cheek against his shoulder and her arms squeezing his ribs hard enough to stutter his breathing; it was awkward, clumsy in a hard-to-define way that made him think his co-counselor didn’t often give or get hugs. And there was something about that thought, the thought of a little girl who hadn’t grown up with a mom to smother her in affection — or a bright-haired neon eyesore of a best friend who groped for her hand when he got lonely, twined around her like ivy climbing a house and planted damp kisses on her cheek —

It hurt. Even feeling the way he did, it hurt thinking about what it must’ve been like to grow up not learning how to hug, not being held and touched and cuddled so often it became second nature. As hard as it was missing Jasper, the pain like a physical ache sometimes, he’d never felt as vulnerable as the uncertain, skittish bundle of sadness curled up against his chest right then.

And so he tightened his arms around her shoulders, let himself clutch at the worn cotton sweatshirt that was fraying and falling apart, let her awkwardly stroke the nape of his neck with one slightly-shaky hand, let a few indulgent, fat tears leak onto the frizzy strands of her hair.

The shaved side was growing out, he noticed, peach fuzz giving way to fluff that reminded him of a baby duck. The sweatshirt she liked to wear over her counselor’s uniform was getting threadbare as well; things tended to fall apart more quickly at Camp Campbell, and he suspected that by the end of the summer the worn cloth would be removed, put somewhere safe from fire and knives and everything else the camp could throw at its counselors. Her shampoo smelled nice.

He wished he didn’t notice these things. Not ever, but especially not now, not with Jasper’s memory crowding his mind. There shouldn’t be room for those things. Those things didn’t do him any good and just hurt, and David had had enough pain to last a lifetime.

It didn’t matter. He noticed them anyway. And when she pulled away a few minutes later with an embarrassed huff, he noticed their absence even more. “God, I'm sappy tonight,” she muttered, playing with a loose string on the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

“It's okay.” He was sappy all the time, at least compared to Gwen. “It's been a big day.”

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown all that on you, or made you talk about . . . or anything. That it happened. I'm just really sorry, I guess.” There was dry humor in her voice, the smallest flash of bitter wit that twisted his heart.

He didn't want to say it was okay (and it wouldn't be true, anyway), so he just shrugged, looking out over the water. He loved how the lake turned into a sheet of pink fire in the evenings, rippling with orange and yellow and touches of purple as the sun set. It was beautiful, calm and yet somehow the most vibrant and explosive thing he'd ever seen.

It reminded him of Jasper.

It reminded him of Gwen.

His eyes dropped to the gold-bathed dirt, suddenly feeling a little sick.

“We should get back to dinner before the kids revolt, huh?”

David nodded, having trouble meeting her eyes. “Give me a minute? I just need . . .” He didn't know what he needed. “I need a minute.”

“Yeah. Of course.” Her hand alighted hesitantly on his shoulder, a soft warm weight that disappeared almost immediately, but not before searing through the thin layers of his shirt and vest. “See you in there, David.”

He listened to her footsteps fade away. Listened to the quiet sounds of birds going to sleep and insects waking up. Took a few steps up onto the first dock, listening to the old wood creak and groan under his weight.

Underneath that — underneath it, inside it, around it and through it — he heard splashing, laughter, the harried voices of two young counselors trying to teach the campers how to scuba dive. Right beneath where he was standing, a stupid teenage boy had shoved someone better and more beautiful up against the dock’s thick splintery supports, inexperienced sloppy kisses that were mostly tongue and teeth.

“We’re gonna get in trouble, Davey!”

“You think all this is hooey anyway, don’tcha? Just smile real big at Darla and Gregg and they’ll forgive us.”

David listened to a quiet laugh, one he hadn’t heard in eleven years. He slowly dropped into a crouch, wrapping his arms around his shins and resting his forehead on his knees and listening to voices floating in on the barely-existent waves of Lake Lilac.

“Be quiet or we’ll get caught!”

“S-stop doing that, then!”

This wasn’t like the crush he’d had on Kyle. That was sweet, innocent, wreathed in comforting fantasy that reminded him of the hours he’d spend lolling around on Jasper’s bed, flipping through old magazines and trying to guess who might be “their” mysterious third soulmate. (Jasp had been convinced it would either be Marky Mark or one of the Spice Girls; he was hoping for Posh Spice, but David had always harbored a secret crush on Mel B.)

“Has anyone seen Jasper and Davey? Gregg, where did they — ?”

This wasn’t like whatever he’d had with Beverly, either. That'd been something of a cul-de-sac, where they both knew it wouldn’t go anywhere and when it was over they’d be back where they’d started. It was a way to kill time, to distract himself from the fact that it was his first summer as a Camp Campbell counselor and Jasper was supposed to be there with him.

“I can’t cover for you dorks anymore! Stop sucking face and get back out here!”

“Sorry, Julia . . .”

This wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t friends with benefits. He thought Jasper could forgive those.

“Hey, Davey. One sec.”

His chest hurt.

“What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t breathe.

“You . . . you love me, right? Not just because you have to?”

Everything hurt.

“Of course I do, Jasper.”

Everything felt wrong.

“I could never love anyone as much as you. Not in a million years.”

Or maybe it was him. Maybe he was the wrong one.

“Thanks, Davey. I needed that.”

Jasper deserved better.

Gwen deserved better.

“Y-you know I love you too, right?”

He stood up with a sigh, looking down at the dock like he could see through it to the dumb kids who'd thought soulmates lasted forever and love was easy.

“Because I do. More than anything.”

David lifted his fist to his mouth, pressing it hard against his lips as his body was wracked with a dry sob, a silent, tearless heaving that nearly bent him over double.

That was it. One self-indulgent outpouring of misery, and then he took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut, then straightened up. Rubbed his face with one palm, wiped the few wet salty drops off his fingers and onto the leg of his shorts.

Took another deep breath.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jasp,” he murmured, adding his own weak voice to the cacophonous sounds of his memories. “And I’m so sorry.”

The dock creaked as he stepped off it, passing through a sudden brief cold snap. A stick crackled under his foot as he returned to the road. A bird shrieked, and the sound woke up a chorus of grasshoppers.

With all those sounds buried under the din of his thoughts, David didn’t have a chance of hearing the whisper-quiet sigh from behind him, the words carried away by a breeze far louder than it was:

“It’s okay, Davey.”

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campeyourdiems · 3 years ago

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Headcanon Masterpost!

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"can I use these for my fic?"

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Tag list: @sands-from-a-dead-sea/@masquerade-chaos , @artist-ember , @invaderan , @dominusfero

David

S/O who sees ghosts

NSFW: Kink HC's

S/O in hospital after a car crash

[OLD] NSFW: Trans HC's

Fears

As Fem!Reader's Husband

Yandere Headcanons BONUS: Yandere Song

Yandere Alphabet

BPD Discussion

w/ a Ghost S/O

NSFW: w/ virgin reader

w/ an Artistic Reader

w/ werewolf!camper

Flustered Headcanons

x Reader who's bad at expressing things verbally

x Stoic Reader who enjoys sitting on his lap

Daniel

Redemption Headcanons

Where he went

NSFW: Overstim w/ Reader

Unhinged S/O

S/O Flinching Away

First visit to an amusement park

Reader w/ Hanahaki

Reacting to getting hugged

How to win his heart

With a baby

Yandere Headcanons BONUS: Yandere Song

With a werewolf!camper

With a Chuunibyou!Reader

Tsundere!Daniel x Reader

x Reader who wears sweet lolita

DARK: Daniel x Brainwashed!Reader

FIC: Am I Special?

x Reader with really accurate cosplays

Jasper

Tattoo Obsessed S/O

Gwen

Yandere Headcanons BONUS: Yandere Song

Max

Max and Reader

w/ a friend that's just like him

w/ an insecure + shy friend

w/ a ghost sibling friend

Max and Reader 2: Electric Boogaloo

w/ a chaotic menace!reader

w/ a perfectionist friend

w/ a friend who never blinks

Space Kid

Space Kid with a reader who thinks of him as their child

Woodscouts

Woodscouts thinking of Daniel as a father figure

Insecure!Pikeman comforted by Reader

Pikeman Friendship Headcanons

Danvid [or Daniel and David]

[OLD] David overhears Daniel's Southern accent

Jealousy Headcanons

NSFW: Aftercare

Silk Dancer S/O

NSFW: x Reader

Headcanons on their families + their reactions to them dating

Yandere: They fall for a reader who already has a S/O

Yandere: They catch you trying to escape

Yandere: With an abused reader

Yandere: With a S/O who loves Pokemon

Yandere: Finding escaped S/O @ a coffee shop

Yandere: Reactions to S/O self-harming

Yandere: Famous Animator S/O

Yandere: S/O who cheated

Poly: With a Reader who has goofy, cursed humor

Yandere: S/O with Stuffed Animals

Poly: with a Strong Reader

Poly: Flirty with Reader

Poly: with S/O who's Bilingual

Jaspvid

Poly: x Reader

Poly: Flirty S/O

NSFW Poly: x Reader

As the reader's dads [w/ Wolfie]

Jaspdanvid [or Jasper, Daniel, and David]

[OLD] Daniel and Jasper's reaction to David needing glasses

Things that make them soft in a relationship

NSFW: x a male reader

S/O Cosplaying Them

Game Night/After Hours

Poly: x Reader

Domestic/Fluff HC's

Gwenvid

Poly: x Reader

w/ New Counselor Reader

Dadvid

Reacting to Max calling him "dad"

Reactions to David calling Max "son" on accident and on purpose

with a reader he views as his child

Misc

David, Daniel, and [platonic] Max with a partner who's mute

Daniel, David, Gwen, Max, and Nikki w/ Reader who changes depending on who they're with

Daniel, David and Gwen w/ reader who changes depending on who they're with pt. 2

Gwen, David, and Max react to closeted lesbian reader

Campers freaking out over David having a partner

Max, David, and Daniel w/ a Friend from a Different Universe

Reader as a Camper w/ a Service Dog

Music Tastes

David, Daniel, and Gwen Breakup Headcanons [Plus Friendship ending w/ Max]

#headcanon masterlist #camp campbell #camp camp #camp camp x reader #camp camp headcanons

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daily-jaspvid · 4 years ago

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Kissing The Lipless - ficlet

Might be a preview. I have more ideas for this, but this was the main interaction I wanted to get out!

Hurt/comfort, canon-typical trauma, friends to lovers (setup), TW implied previous s/h mentioned briefly.

“Well, here's our cabin!” David announced, motioning to the modest living space that was the single-room building. “The bathroom is over there in the corner. Otherwise, Gwen and I pretty much split it down the middle.” David marched over to his side, where his desk stood neatly arranged and his bed laid neatly made.

“It certainly is… a lot more cramped than I expected.” Jasper pointed out, glancing over at the two lounge chairs by the TV. “There are only two beds. Where will I be sleeping?” He asked skeptically.

“Oh, well…” David trailed, scanning the room. “You will be bunking with me until we can work that out. I was planning to make us bunk beds! Until then, were sleeping together!” He announced cheerfully. “I usually sleep on the far side against the wall, anyway. Makes me feel safer at night!”

“Riiight, ok,” Jasper mumbled, taking a seat on the bed. “Davey, look… I might not be here for long. I agreed to help you out with the camp now that Campbell is out of the picture, but I am mostly here for closure.” He admitted with a rough sigh.

“Closure?” David’s voice dropped its cheerful tone. He took a seat next to his friend, gently placing a hand on Jasper’s leg comfortingly. “What about? I thought you loved camp?”

“Yeah, I did, for a little while. Then things got… fucked. Nearly getting mauled to death by a bear does things to a person, Davey, and Campbell was such a huge PRICK.” Jasper slammed his fist down onto his other leg, causing David to startle. “I almost died, and then I knew too much, so he actively tried to take me out. He's a deranged scumbag who doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” He pulled up his shirt, revealing the large claw marks scarred into his chest. Tentatively, David reached out to stroke them with his fingertips, his expression growing more distraught. It was then that he noticed other scars. They were smaller and erratically scattered around Jasper’s ribs. He couldn't tell exactly what caused them, but his stomach sank further regardless.

“Jasper I… I had no idea. Really, I didn’t realize all of this was affecting you so much. You always sounded so happy in the letters you sent me! And- And in the pictures I saw of you online. I had no idea you’ve been in so much pain.” Tears already began to bead in his eyes.

“I’ve made some stupid decisions growing up. Made some rash decisions I'm not exactly proud of. Outlets that I thought would help, but only caused me more pain and shame as I went along. Really, I shouldn't be alive right now. Hopefully, by coming here I’ll want to be alive again, too.” He lowered his shirt again, expression still reading as stoic and distant. “Maybe I’ll stop feeling like a ghost and live my life how I’ve always imagined a life should be lived.”

“But you are alive, and you do mean a lot to me. If you ever need anything, Jasp, you can talk to me. Alright?” David took one of his friend’s hands, squeezing it. “I’ll admit I also put up a big front. I don’t like the kids seeing how much things bother me. I know they all think I’m a vapid idiot, but I’d rather them think that then see how… I don’t know, troubled I am? How I’m not actually a happy person? My work, though hard, is really rewarding. Connecting with them is what I live for. Maybe it will help you, too.”

David pulled Jasper into a tight hug. Despite his slender frame, he had a firm grip Jasper wasn’t sure he could wiggle out of, even if he wanted to. “Jasper, I don’t want you to feel like you just have to be here out of obligation. I truly want this to be a healing experience for you, but I won’t force you to stay.” His voice had a serious quality seldom heard these days.

“I know,” Jasper hummed, returning the hold. “I wouldn’t have come at all if I didn’t feel ready. I trust you, Davey. Hopefully, you aren’t as spacey as you were as a kid.” He pulled away, a smirk breaking across his lips as he ruffled David’s hair.

“Oh, you’d be surprised!” David chuckled thickly, wiping his eyes. “Definitely more emotional than before. I’m sorry I didn’t do enough when we were kids. You almost died, what, twice? At least?”

“Davey, don’t pin that on yourself, you were ten,” Jasper stated firmly. “Like I said, as long as Campbell is gone I don’t care. Dang, has it already been fourteen years?”

“It has. Wow, it… really has been.” he fell quiet, staring down at his hands folded neatly in his lap. “A lot of things have happened at this camp. Two other kids have died, actually. Somehow Campbell managed to sweep those under the rug, too. It's concerning what he could get away with, but he's paying for it now. Come on, I’ll show you around camp. We can talk more along the way, ok?” He stood, offering his hand.

“Yeah, sounds great.” Jasper agreed and took it.

#mod jasper #ficlet #cc jasper #cc david #jaspvid #hi i promise i make like #fluff content too #i just need to get some of this out sdijrigrrsgrg

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urwarriorangel · 6 years ago

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<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

#urwarriorangelswritingchallenge

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orrtala · 7 years ago

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Don't take this the wrong way but you watched Camp Camp and the mere thought you could have just livrblogged it makes me kinda sad.

Iwouldn’t have liveblogged Camp Camp anyway; this blog is meant for cartoonsthat are children-friendly. Well, mostly children-friendly. And CC isnot children-friendly at any point sans maybe the animation stylewhich I personally really love. Also with my weird eye phobia I don’tthink I’d be able to keep making screenshot through that long eyescream scene you know the one.

Butif you’re really interested under the cut I put my thoughts thattranspired during my watch - well as much as I remember them. Beware of spoilers, obviously.

Iwas internally screaming at Max’s parents since first episode and hislack of confirmation what was he going to do after escape just mademy suspicions grow. And I’m pretty sure 85% of the liveblog thatnever happened would be just being mad at them and few other parentsas well.

YesI’ve noticed Max’s camp wasn’t talked about although I did entertainthe idea that he might have had knitting camp given the dolls andDavid’s comments. But still it wasn’t presented to newcomers andhonestly how David did not know the truth through all this time?Unless Max talked him out of checking his papers but also he wasapparently here at least second year (both David and Max separatelymention a kid from previous summer holidays in later episode) soshouldn’t a freaking counselor know about his kid’s activities? Plothole for the sake of revelations, I guess.

WhileDavid was annoyed and worried about children escaping in the firstepisode he ultimately kept happy face on and told Max he was proudabout the knitting thing. First time we can see him slightly losingit was rather early though, because in second episode he got angryfor few seconds. No wonder, just lost a mascot and heard that the it was supposed to get rid of him instead. And yet hequickly got back into his happy persona, Mhmmmmmmm, the S1 finalerevelation in nutshell.

Thatwhole sequence with Quartermaster and squirrels made me laugh way toohard.

“That’swhy I’m here” okay Harrison, what exactly you made disappear? CueS2 finale. …Oh.

Ofcourse they would give Dante Basco a character with honor, even if,ah, twisted (honestly who would like to be a woodscout anyway.)

Tabiiis more artistically inclined than Sasha and Erin if her drawing andpillow are any indication.

Binarysale is a great joke why was it on the screen for half a second again?

I knew the point of David’s character, but. That S1 finale still hit pretty hard. Camp Camp can get pretty serious when it wants to.

Guyfrom electronic shop apparently is looking for Neil if newspaperarticle is any indication. But he was in jury two episodes earlierand saw the kid so how did he not find him yet?

Also missing wolf and missing child. Uh, child-werewolf and they wanted to cover all their bases? Overreading mode is on!

Forsomeone so untrustworthy of adults Max has shown a lot of trust inDavid by going into the sauna. Or, errr, at least put a lot of trustin his fears and love of Camp Campbell. But progress, I guess.

WhyDaniel didn’t blink through the whole episode I’m scared.

I’m so in love with the camp song-off you have no idea.

…Man that Quartermaster episode.

I honestly find it hilarious how David ran to Max for help. “Listen it’s the most messed up situation we ever had, help me ten year old boy!”

Also Quartermaster shack had a lot of background stuff that was neat and…And…

…I could really use bleach after Quartermaster episode.

Listen, David, I love you, and I know you weren’t looking at it this way, and violence in this show is rather prominent (kid fights grown-up woman, kids fight with drug cartel members,) but you just beat up black man. Not sure if there was supposed to be a commentary how easy it is for white people to get of it or not but still.

Ofcourse Max was particularly vicious towards Gwen in her episode; helost his trusted possession partly thanks to not her intervening.Granted blackmailing person with anxiety who hates her life was alittle too much but then again it’s Max and it’s Camp Camp we’re talking about.

ManI felt like punching pretty much everyone’s’ caretakers in there or atleast shaking them a little. Except Nerris’ and Ered’s parents andPreston’s grandma. And I guess I wouldn’t punch Buzz even if, youknow, he doesn’t beat women.

That hug at the end of Christmas Special really got me because Neil is smiling the whole time but Max is genuinely surprised and only lets himself smile fondly looking away at later point. My? Heart? CC apparently decided I don’t need it?

Also some thoughts about next season(s) and general stuff:

Maxnot being annoyed by David in S2 as much as he was in S1 was rathersubtle, but noticeable change. I’m guessing David’s attitude towardsMax will change as well, he’ll stop trying to make him happy byinsisting he should be and will go for more natural approach. Youcan’t fight pessimism with optimism, you fight it by being there forpeople. And with pizza, there’s always pizza.

Jasperis going to be major plot point. Ghost of the boy who knew David as akid stuck on the island and apparently no one knows where his bodyis? Let the child rest. The only thing I’m not sure about if theheroes will learn the truth, if David will even get to meet Jasper,or will they solve the problem by accident. Maybe a mix of bothbecause knowing this show it’s possible.

Ilove observing body language in this show, everyone has their thing;Max is guarded and spends most of the time with hands hidden inhoodie pocket, Gwen is usually tired and Done, David just moves with his whole body “Well theeeeeen kids” *hands on hips and sways around*

I like how kids, while not a unit as it once was, wear yellow shirts, just with their personal additions. They are still campers and they are in this together.

Igot really used to Voltron treating its characters with respect (yesthey do treat them with respect fight me @vld fandom) but with Camp Camp Ikind of knew it’s a comedy show, I didn’t expect much. And I waspleasantly surprised with the care they have for show’s characterseven if it’s not perfect – but, again, it’s primarily a comedy witha lot of dark humor.

Woodscouts trio has a kid with an eyepatch, Flower Scouts trio has kid with an eyepatch - show, please, leave my main children alone.

Learninga theme song in its entirety is a new goal for me. Wish me luck.

#anonymous #asks #camp camp #campcamp #orr blogging #not liveblogging #non episode #not woy #not voltron #sfw

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massivedrickhead · 8 years ago

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One More Year: Chapter 28

All I can do is apologise 9 billion times. I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get this out. I've had some bad writer's block and a few busy weekends. I'll try and make things more regular from now on but I can't promise that.

Even though I don't deserve it, please review/like/reblog

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I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.

Chapter 28

After Christmas, time seemed to speed up.

For Beca, the days all to blurred together, but she spent 99% of them with Chloe. Sometimes it was in big groups, but most of the time it was just the two of them. They would study. They would watch movies. They would make out in her truck. They would just be together, and do nothing.

That's why, when spring break came along, Beca suddenly found herself at a loss.

Chloe and Aubrey were spending four days at Barden University. They were going to be living on campus and getting a chance to see what their classes would be like.

"I'll miss you," Chloe had said to Beca when she went to see them off the morning they left.

"It's just four days, weirdo," Beca had replied. "I'll miss you too," she'd added, in a much softer voice as she hugged her.

Beca was at a loss for what to do without her. She spent most of her time in the woods, in her clearing, watching Jasper chase various birds and squirrels and failing to catch a single one.

Beca stood up from her spot under the tree and stretched. She'd been there all day, listening to an audiobook of one of the books they were studying for English. She paused her iPod, and the voice reading Of Mice and Men stopped mid-sentence. She pulled off her headphones and looked around. The leaves had started returning to the trees and the sunlight broke through the canopy in different places. She took a deep breath and felt content. Chloe would be home tomorrow night, and they were going to spend the whole weekend together.

Jasper barked and attempted to once again catch a squirrel.

She whistled and he came running up to her. She attached his leash and the pair walked back home. Her stomach rumbled and she hoped her Dad had started making dinner.

If she had've been paying attention, she would have noticed the strange car parked outside her house. But she wasn't paying attention, so she didn't.

"I'm back, dad," she called into the kitchen once she'd closed the door. She unclipped Jasper and he ran ahead, barking happily as he always did.

If she had've been paying attention, she would have noticed he was making that over excited yappy bark he always did when he met someone new. But she wasn't paying attention, so she didn't.

When she walked into the kitchen, it took her a moment to realise why the stranger sitting at the table with her dad made her stomach flip fifty times.

She even had time to wonder if her dad was having an affair before it clicked.

The woman was almost a complete stranger.

Almost.

A complete stranger, but with Beca's eyes and nose. With Beca's hair. Hair which had once been brightly coloured.

It was like looking at a ghost.

Beca felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Hi Beca," the woman said.

Beca turned and looked wide-eyed and furious at her dad.

"I tried to call," he said, his voice apologetic.

"Are you not gonna come give your mom a hug?"

A cacophony of emotions exploded inside of Beca. She felt like her skull was going to cave in. Whatever was going on inside of her was too much for her to comprehend, so she spun around and left the house, slamming the front door behind her. She climbed into her truck and drove off.

It felt like her head was full of static and white noise. She couldn't breathe. It was coming in small, sharp, gasps, and it felt like someone was sitting on her chest. She could hardly see the road through the tears filling her eyes.

Suddenly, she broke so hard she could smell the burning rubber from the tires. The seatbelt jammed against her shoulder.

Somehow, she found herself parked outside Chloe's house. But, of course, Chloe wasn't in there.

And then she started screaming.

It was a horrible scream. Full of nothing but pain and anger.

She had just looked at the face of the woman who'd abandoned her 12 years ago.

She had heard her speak.

Her voice was achingly familiar, yet completely alien.

She remembered being in her bedroom, on her knees, praying. Praying so hard. Her fingers interlocked so tightly that her nails had dug into her knuckles.

"Please bring my Mommy back. Please. I'll do anything."

Then she started punching her steering wheel.

"Please. Please, I won't be loud anymore. I promise. I promise I'll be good."

She knew she'd punched the car horn a few times but she didn't care. She didn't stop.

"I just want my Mommy to come home."

She was still screaming, still crying, still trying to punching the wheel, when the car door opened and someone took her hands.

"Beca," a familiar voice said. "Stop."

And she listened.

She fell silent and her whoever had her hands was holding them tight enough so she couldn't hit the wheel anymore.

She became aware of her own breathing, which was still fast and shallow, and she tried to calm down. She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe slower, but she was still crying hard.

"It's okay," the voice said.

She opened her eyes and saw a redheaded woman reach into her car and remove the keys from the ignition.

Her heart leapt for a second, thinking maybe Chloe had gotten home early, but when she blinked away more tears, she saw it was Chloe's Mom.

"Come on," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt and taking her hand.

Beca let Chloe's Mom lead her from the car and towards the house. When she got closer to the front door her steps faltered slightly.

"It's okay," she said, "no one else is home."

Beca soon found herself at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee and a box of tissues in front of her.

At no point did Mrs. Beale pressure her to talk, or ask her what was wrong. She just carried on ironing and folding clothes until Beca was ready to speak.

Beca took a sip of the coffee which was so strong and sweet she almost winced. It did seem to clear her head though, so she took a second drink.

"Where is everyone?" Beca asked. Her throat hurt from all the screaming.

"The twins are at their grandparents. Lucy is in town with some friends. David and Johnny are both still at work. And obviously Chloe is at college," she said. "So, are you going to tell me why you were fighting your car outside my house?"

Beca looked back down at her coffee, and watched the steam rise.

"I didn't mean to come here. I just drove. I didn't know where I was going," Beca said. She clenched her hand and felt pain shoot through it. "My… Mom came back. She was just sitting there in my kitchen."

"Oh," Mrs. Beale said. She abandoned the shirt she was folding so she could sit down next to Beca. "You didn't know she was coming back?"

"No," Beca said. "I didn't even know she was back in America." She clenched her fist again. "Who does that? Who leaves their six-year-old kid and then comes back twelve years later without so much as a letter?" She wiped her eyes impatiently on her sleeve. "What am I supposed to do?"

"What do you want to do?" She asked.

"I don't know," Beca said. "I want her to go away and never come back. But I also want to ask her why she… why she left me."

Mrs. Beale was hugging her before she even realised she was crying again.

"I hate her," Beca said through tears. Mrs. Beale held her tighter. "I begged her not to leave, but she just did it anyway. Why should I let her back into my life now?"

"I don't know, sweetie," Mrs. Beale said, ending their hug. "You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve what she did to you."

"What if I did?" Beca asked. Her voice was small and sad and suddenly all Mrs. Beale could see was a confused and frightened six-year-old sitting across from her. "What if I did deserve it?"

"Of course you didn't," she said. "You could have been the most misbehaving six-year-old on the planet, and you still wouldn't have deserved it. I promise you."

Beca opened her mouth to speak but her phone started ringing in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw her dad was calling. She put it on the table without answering. She wasn't ready to speak to him yet.

"Can I?" Mrs. Beale asked, gesturing at the phone. Beca nodded so she picked it up. "Hello, Beca's phone?" Beca could just about make out her Dad's voice on the other end. "I'm Maggie Beale, Chloe's Mom." Beca wiped her eyes again and drank more coffee. "She's here with me now but I'll be honest she's a bit upset." Beca wished more than anything that Chloe was with her. "Okay. I'll pass the message on. Goodbye Mr. Mitchell." She hung up the phone and handed it back to Beca. "He said she left."

"Oh," Beca said, feeling a mixture of relief and anger. "Of course she did. That's what she does."

"Did you want her to stay?"

"No," Beca said. "I just… I don't know. I don't know what I want." Beca finished the last of her coffee. "I should go. Thank you for… Everything."

"Anytime," she said. "Are you going to text Chloe about it?"

Beca thought for a second before shaking her head. "She's having fun. I don't want to ruin it for her. I can tell her tomorrow when she comes home." Beca stood up from her chair. She was about to leave but she hesitated. "If I could pick who my Mom was," she said, "I'd have picked a Mom like you."

"So she wants to meet me?" Beca asked her dad that evening. They were both sitting eating pizza in the kitchen.

"That's what she said," he said. He looked tired and unhappy. "She turns up on our doorstep after 12 years and just expects us to welcome her in with open arms."

"So why did you?"

"I thought maybe you'd want to see her," he said.

"Well, I don't," Beca said. "She's had 12 years to get to know me."

"I know," he said, sighing. "But you should sleep on it. Don't make any decisions tonight."

"I'm not gonna change my mind," she said.

He stood up and kissed her on the head. "You might," he said. "Goodnight."

"I grew up without a Mom because she couldn't hack it," Beca said.

Her dad paused at the doorway, and turned around with a sigh. "I know, Bec."

"I don't owe her anything."

"I know," he said again. "All I'm asking you to do is consider it."

Beca did consider it.

She considered it all night.

She stayed up until the sun came up, sitting cross-legged on her bed, considering it.

Her fists were throbbing from where she'd hit the steering wheel, and her eyes were tired and itchy.

But how was she supposed to sleep?

Not for the first time, she wished Chloe was with her. Chloe always knew the right thing to say.

She thought about texting her, but talked herself out of it. She was having fun with Aubrey at college. She didn't want to ruin it for her.

So instead she lay on her bed and watched her room grow steadily lighter around her. She could hear birds chirping.

She thought about her Grandmother, and just how much she missed her. She wished she could ask her for advice.

She thought about her dad, sleeping a few rooms away, and how he must have felt opening the door to see his ex-wife standing there.

She thought about Chloe, and how desperately she wanted her.

But most of all, she thought about her Mom. About how much she'd hurt her. And how much Beca had missed her.

She tried to find some happy memories with her, but she was struggling to pick them out. Her birthday's had once been fun, but she couldn't really remember. She assumes Christmases would have been too. Had there been bedtime stories? Trips to the park? Vacations? She couldn't remember anything like that.

All she could remember was the feeling of her Mom trying to pry Beca's tiny hands off her leg.

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because she was jerked awake at 3pm by her phone ringing.

It was Chloe.

Beca cleared her throat and tried to sound normal.

"Hey you," she said when she answered.

"Hi Becs," Chloe replied, practically squealing with excitement. Beca felt herself smile at the sound of her voice. "I've missed you! I'm gonna be home in a couple of hours, can I come over?"

"Of course," Beca said. "I thought you weren't getting back until tonight?"

"Change of plans," Chloe said. "Are you okay? You sound weird."

"Um, I'll tell you about it when you get back," Beca said, knowing there was no way she could lie about what had happened.

"Becs?"

"Don't worry about me, okay? Just enjoy the rest of your day and I'll fill you in when you're here," Beca said, worried she was about to start crying again. She flexed her fist and felt pain shoot through it again.

She showered and dressed and then sat in her room waiting for Chloe. She knew she still had a few hours yet, but she didn't feel up to going downstairs and seeing her dad.

Not that that mattered, because her dad came and knocked on her door anyway.

"Hey," he said, sitting on her desk chair.

"Hi."

He put a scrap of paper on her desk. "If you do decide you want to see her-"

"I don't."

"If you do decide," he said, ignoring her interruption, "her email address is on there. She's gonna be in town for another few weeks."

"Okay," she said, looking at the scrap of paper like it was a cockroach that had just walked across her table.

"I'll leave you to it then," he said, standing up. When he opened the door this time, Jasper came running in and leapt onto her bed.

"Hey buddy," Beca said, ruffling his fur before lying down beside him. He snuggled close to her, sensing that she needed comforting. It wasn't long before she fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she slept for, but her room was almost dark when she heard a quiet knock at her door.

"Come in," she mumbled, sleepily.

She heard her door open and close and then felt the bed dip. She then felt someone climb over her, and then wrap their arms around her waist, pulling her back into their front.

"Hey baby," Chloe said softly.

"Hey," Beca replied. She wiggled around so she could see Chloe.

"My Mom told me," she said. She had tears in her eyes.

"Oh," Beca said.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you," Chloe said.

"It's okay. You didn't know."

"You should have told me."

"I didn't want to ruin your trip," Beca said.

"You're more important. And what happened yesterday was a really big deal."

"Can we… Can we just not talk about it tonight? I'm so tired, and I've missed you so much. I just want to forget about her," Beca said. "Can we just lie here and talk about something else?"

"Yeah," Chloe said, kissing her forehead. "We can do that."

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hotchocat · 7 years ago

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Jasper and Davey Theory

(This is going to be a theory, but also point out a few things that may have been missed in Jasper Dies At The End. Strap in. Spoilers for Camp Camp and the book John Dies At The End by David Wong.)

Okay, so, a lot of people seem to be a bit confused and a bit mad about how the episode named “Jasper Dies At The End” doesn’t actually HAVE Jasper die at the end. I’d like to point out that the name of the episode is a direct reference to one of my favorite books of all time, John Dies At The End by David Wong. The book itself is fucking phenomenal, and I highly recommend it (it’s like if Guide To The Galaxy was written by a more sarcastic, hornier, and much much drunker Douglas Adams. It’s just fucking weird)

In the book John Dies At The End, (sp) it is revealed at the very beginning that the main character, Dave (full name David Wong), is something of a compulsive liar. He lies about his identity to a writer he meets in the beginning, as his first name is fake and not his birth name, having changed it after a series of illegal incidents that happen to him through his story. At the end of the main part as he tells the story to a writer who he wants to write a work about his experiences, he says he has been “mostly true” hinting he has lied about at least some pieces. Through the entire book as you read, you have to take each story with a grain of salt, because David Wong himself wrote the book, so he could be lying about the entire thing. So what is true?

I think David is lying about a majority, or at least some of the details, of his story as well. Remember, that David is telling Max, Niki, and Neil this story about how he got the badge hanging on his rear view mirror, meaning this is both from DAVID’S point of view, and his version of what happened. That being said, how much of the episode is canon is up for debate.

The first defining bit of evidence we have that David lied at least for some of his story is the part where he states, “I’ll be able to tell this story to some kids on our way to the hospital,” to which Max interrupts and states, “There’s no fucking way you said that!” This is the only bit that I can actually PROVE is a lie, but the other pieces I’m going to mention at least sound somewhat suspicious.

First, in the beginning when “Davey” calls out “That’s a load of hooey!” at the ceremony, the whole scene where the counselors look at him very concerned and upset sounds incredibly staged and fake. “Oh no! Not Davey!” “He’s such a troublemaker!” Seriously? No one would ever say that. Also, I doubt David has ever littered in the forest in his entire life. In the episode Into Town (when there’s no kids around, mind you) he goes to a BAR and drinks a Shirley Temple, a non-alcoholic drink. We can glean from the episode Romeo & Juliet II: Love Resurrected That he’s 24 as shown on his Tindr profile, so it’s not for lack of being 21 that he CAN’T DRINK, but rather he WON’T. That he’s STILL kid friendly even when he’s not around kids. Hell, all of David Gets Hard is centered around how David can’t be tough or a hardass like Gwen and Max, and in the end tries to give the kid that stabbed him twice a hug. Guy’s a total softy. Someone that was a “troublemaker” when they were a kid would be able to tap into that (this coming from a former “bad kid”).

Reasoning for him lying about being a bad kid could be a few things. One theory I’ve heard going around is to show Max that anyone, even bad kids, can learn to be good and enjoy camp. That people can change and that it’s okay to care about something, even if you thought it was dumb at first. The more likely to me is that he just wanted to seem cool to the kids, specifically Max. Sort of like how parents tell their kids when they’re older how they used to do “bad” things when they were teens, like break into abandoned stores or go drinking when they shouldn’t.

Another thing I think he lied about is when Jasper fell off the cliff. The fall as we see in the stream following sequence is very steep, and a kid just wouldn’t be able to make it out of there easily, at least not without some broken bones. Going with that, it’s highly unlikely that Jasper was taken by bears, because bears don’t take prisoners. The more possible event that happened was that Jasper wandered away and lost a LA Gear Light-Up Shoe, maybe after falling at a drop off, and instead of waiting for help like he should have while Campbell and Davey found a safer way down, wandered into a den of bears, quickly being rescued by Campbell and Davey. He probably just lied about these things just to keep the story interesting, or it’s what Jasper told him when they met back up. Being kidnapped by bears is very much a kid thing to lie about. We can assume that Campbell did actually kill both the bears, seeing as they were in his summer home in Journey to Spooky Island.

So it’s obvious now that Jasper DIDN’T die at the end, or anywhere in the episode. I have reason to believe that Jasper died either AFTER JD@TE, or David lied about the whole thing, which doesn’t seem very likely. In Journey to Spooky Island, Jasper says he “wishes he had his LA Gear Light-Up Shoes,” implying that he doesn’t have them any more. He probably got them taken away by the Quartermaster after “cheating” with them on the journey. Jasper most likely died after he lost them then, if it follows usual ghost rules like wearing what you did when you died forever.

That’s all I can think of right now, but please tell me if there’s anything I may have missed, or something you’d like to add!

#camp camp #jasper dies at the end #cc david #cc jasper #camp camp theory #cc davey

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specifiedshippinglover13 · 7 years ago

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Ghosts, You & Me pt. 1

Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEw5UvVW7OI

David sighed as he sat down on the slightly damp ground. A drizzle had just passed and the remaining storm clouds were almost completely cleared out of the sky. The wind was harsh, striking his bare legs like a chilled whip. David shivered a little bit but didn’t care that much as he was too lost in thought. He just kept thinking of his dear childhood friend, Jasper, lately. Maybe it was just Max’s harsh words getting to him again but, he kept looking back on the great times they had together. The world, heck his life, seemed to shine brightest back then. Now, it was all slowly fading to a dull, forgettable gray.

“Wooow! So many stars!” David’s head whipped around.

“Oh! Hey three Space Kid!” He grins down at him and then looks to the sky. It seemed as if an entire sea of stars were swimming through the sky and off into the distance infinitely. It truly was a sight to behold.

“ Look over there! It’s the Big Dipper!” David follows his gloved fingers to where they are pointing and is indeed greeted with the Big Dipper.

“Great spotting skills Space Kid!” David applauds the child and watches as he smiles widely. The two turn back to face the sky but not before David picks up Space Kid and sits him on his shoulders.

“Yaay!” he cries gleefully.

“Aaah!” David falls a few steps backwards but his able to catch himself, “Please don’t move around too much.”

“Got it!” The two return to star gazing for a few peaceful moments until Space Kid lets out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” You can hear the frown in his voice.

“I can’t find the Little Dipper!” he cries sadly. David lets out a small laugh.

“Oh silly you, it’s right here!” He points to Space Kid with a wide grin. His eyes glow with wonder and glisten with happy tears.

“ Thanks, David.” Space Kid hugs his head and then the two of them resume stargazing. Within the hour, David finds himself carrying a soundly sleeping Space Kid to his tent and gently tucking him into his star themed sleeping bag. He lets out a yawn as he walks to his cabin, ready to lay wide awake for another eight hours. After his normal nightly routine of brushing his teeth, getting into his green with pinecones spaced out not so evenly pj’s, and then resetting his six o'clock alarm, he finally got into bed comfortably. He rolls to the right and picks up the picture of just himself and Jasper from his night stand. There they stood in all their youthful glory. Jasper smiling wide and leaning up against his younger self’s back whilst he struck a “too cool” type bad boy pose. He may have been frowning in the picture but the enjoyment was written clearly in his forest green eyes. What changed? He found himself thinking again for the umpteenth time, What’s different between now and then? Is it me? Or maybe the fact that Mr. Campbell isn’t the one teaching the kids? He gasped aloud. Surely I’m not THAT bad of a camp counselor! At least, I hope not… He sits up with a frown. Most days he was only half certain that he was doing things right. He shuts eyes and rubs his head. Looks like another long night, he thinks disdainfully. There’s got to be some way to get them to see things like I did! Maybe if I just-

“Eeek!” A chill runs up his spine at the sudden coldness in his left shoulder. He looks around the room but doesn’t see any reason why he should be cold. The doors sealed him off quite well from the outside forces. Strange. He shrugs and then returns to his thoughts, only to be invaded by cold on his right shoulder.

“Aah!” He bolted upright and searched the room to be again greeted with not even a slight wind breeze, just pitch black surrounding himself.

“....Is someone there?” Silence. He squints against the darkness of the room, just to make sure he’s not missing any movement at all. A few more moments pass like this which brings David to a rational conclusion.

“Well, goodnight nonexistent thing!” He lays back down and wait to see if anything occurs. Just as he’s about to give up for the last time, a chill goes up his entire spine and his body assaulted with a cold front. He goes to cry out but his vision swims in black before he can manage it.

#Ciciwritesthings #part on of a fic #camp camp #david #space kid #the flipnote is not mine #credit to owner #short but okay opening?#please rate fresh!#XD #just like some criticism please!

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uniiversedrifters · 7 years ago

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// i just want jasper to hug all the davids tbh //

#ooc {☆}#( they need love )#( just have a big david group hug + jasper )#( the ghost boy deserves to be h a p p y )

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forestwater87 · 7 years ago

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Fic Writers Week 2017 - Day 4

The Devil’s in the Details: Highlight details you put into your work

Oh boy. Okay, let’s see . . . I think even when I’m the most critical about my work, there are little bits to each fic that make me smile and I hope people noticed. So I hope @ficwritersweek doesn’t mind too much that I’m kinda using this as a self-esteem-building exercise, but here are a couple lines I more or less liked from each of my Camp Camp fics:

The Adventures of Tigger & Eeyore

Shrieking loud enough to give her a headache (except for Ered, who was too cool to scream, and Nurf, who had taken the opportunity to throw Harrison off the dock like a javelin), they stampeded into the lake, leaving their impromptu Molotov cocktails to singe circles of black in the damp grass.

Tigger & Eeyore: Camp Campbell and Beyond

Gwen wanted to tell him that she'd missed him too, missed him with an intensity that kind of scared her. Even talking in some form almost every day, it hurt like homesickness.

Because when God was putting together all the little boys and girls of the world He must've dropped her, something was broken inside her chest, something was missing and there were monsters rattling around in that empty jagged space and everyone she'd fallen in love with left, because she could only pretend to be whole for so long before the rattling became loud enough that everyone could hear it, and no one could sleep next to that kind of racket. Even if they could, even if like David someone managed to ignore it or not hear it — the monsters brought out their claws, because it was a hell of a lot harder to avoid scratches and they wanted her all to themselves, to eat up all her insides and walk around her body.

And that all sounded good, but it was bullshit because Gwen knew there weren't any monsters inside her. She could blame God or her parents or whatever she wanted but she was the only one inside her head and she was the one who kept fucking up, and she was the one who knew David was too good for her and she went and fell for him anyway like the selfish idiot she was. Because if there was a monster it was her, and the only person being hollowed out and destroyed was him.

And there'd been a part of her that'd known that, and it hadn't stopped her.

Gwenvid Week 2017

He nestled his face in the crook of her neck, nosing aside her hair and gently kissing just above the collar of her shirt. “I was trying to save money.”

“Yeah, good thing you spared us those fifty whole dollars. Made a real dent in the other three thousand.” When he didn’t say anything, just pressed another soft kiss to her neck like he could get away with apologizing without actually admitting any wrongdoing, she laughed and hiked him up a few inches to readjust her grip, wincing as he let out a small distressed squeak.

for a few minutes she studied his profile, the bleached moonlight glancing off his nose and forehead and cheekbones so that his freckles looked almost black and his eyes were practically silver.

David wasn’t the kind of guy to do anything halfway. When he was happy he was HAPPY!!, like a puppy on a sugar high. When he really let himself get mad, he was genuinely intimidating. When he tore off whatever band-aids were papered over his smile, when he was genuinely overcome with that three-in-morning gut-wrenching despair . . .

Well, if sadness was physical they’d be splashing through four feet of blood.

Like this place wasn't enough of a zoo?

After a few more seconds he stopped, panting, his tail flicking back and forth. There were some pretty impressive gouges in the frame, and Gwen raised her eyebrows. . . .

He glared down at the ground, crossing his arms. "Fine," he muttered, tugging at his septum ring sullenly.

The air was still, the lake lapped gently at the shore, glimmering like liquid silver in the moonlight that drenched everything in cold white light

Destiny's Kinda Overrated

And it definitely wasn't her fault that everything about her, from her hippie-punk fashion to her shy half-smile to the way her voice softened when she was nervous, drew him to her, like she'd been hand-formed out of everything he didn't know he'd always wanted.

He loved how the lake turned into a sheet of pink fire in the evenings, rippling with orange and yellow and touches of purple as the sun set. It was beautiful, calm and yet somehow the most vibrant and explosive thing he'd ever seen.

Maybe a Little Bit Personal

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "What kinda serial killer doesn't even know how to knock someone out?"

"I-I do! I just . . . usually . . . hit them. To sleep." He looked away, the pink that'd been beginning to fade brightening across his cheeks and neck. "But mostly I don't . . . bother with all that. It's really just . . ." He held up his weapon and shrugged. "You know. Knife."

Worth Saying

He shrugged, hanging his head and hugging himself. "Sorry," he mumbled to his boots, sounding close to tears.

Nature Family

Nikki laughed, picking at a dandelion and shredding the stem, smearing the milky-sticky fluid across her fingers.

Together

She likes the way they can smile like an eternity has passed and yet they’re seeing each other for the first time. How easily they fit together, how painless and automatic and like breathing it looks, but how sometimes they still forget how to speak and get distracted by small things like Jasper’s pretty eyelashes and David’s strong hands. How they still haven’t gotten used to each other.

She likes the way they work together. How Jasper smooths down the rough edges of David’s personality so that his excitement is less grating, his eagerness less oppressive. How he understands instinctively that it can hurt to be believed in, and tempers that enthusiasm with humor and irreverence. She likes that David knows when to be quiet and take a break from joking around, and how with a touch on the arm and a gentle word he can bring Jasper to a halt. That they both understand Max is a volatile substance, an unstable ecosystem, and they carefully weigh their love and support so that it’s just enough, never smothering but always present.

Whatever You Say, Boss

The strange old man who'd had a million-dollar bounty on his head for the last twenty-one years, who with a bad eye and a missing hand was somehow unkillable. (Gwen herself had taken a shot at the bounty when she'd first moved to the city, young(er) and cocky and fresh off a heist that had left her armed to the teeth. She'd escaped with a broken wrist, some cracked ribs, and a scar that sliced through her left nostril and twisted her lips into a permanent snarl.) Hook was Campbell's right-hand man, had been since the explosive birth of the crew.

The little boy who always seemed to be in the right place at the right time and not for a second longer; if there was a heist or shootout, inevitably it would come out that someone had noticed a child wandering around just a few hours earlier. No one could ever say what he'd done, exactly, but he was always there and then gone just as fast: a flash of golden hair, a bright neon jacket and light-up shoes. And yet he'd never been identified successfully, in pictures or lineups or security cameras (the eye was drawn immediately to those clothes), so everyone called him Ghost.

The bodyguard who stayed plastered to Campbell's side, who never seemed to speak — no one knew if he even could — and whose eyes were always hidden by locks of mangy brown hair, except for a beak-like nose that overwhelmed the rest of his face. Gwen had laughed when she'd first heard he was known as the Platypus, but no one else had; stone-faced, she'd been told that he hid poisoned spikes on him at all times, and that a kick from him would leave her writhing in agony and fevered delirium for days after — if she was lucky.

#ficwritersweek #campcamp #camp camp #gwenvid #jaspidwen #gwenjaspvid #jaspvid #jaspid #i hate talking positively about my writing #this exercise physically hurt me #but i guess i don't hate as much of my writing as i thought #cc gwen #cc david #cc jasper #cc nurf

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jbhenwiler · 5 years ago

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David’s Memories: The Day the Gems Invaded

David Memories 01: The Day the Gems Invaded

Author’s Note: This is going to be a bit of a departure from my other stories involving David. These are basically flashback episodes, a window into life on David’s world before he got transported into Steven’s universe. These are called “memories” but they’re not being told in first-person like real memories are. Any of you guys ever played “The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild?” Having to go around Hyrule to specific locations where you could play a cutscene showing Link’s past life before the Calamity? Those scenes weren’t being told exclusively from Link’s perspective, and in one case the scene kept playing even after Link was unconscious, plus the Zelda and the Master Sword memory in which Link wasn’t even present! Anyway, this is the memory of the starting point of David’s adventure; the day Gems destroyed his hometown along with every other human settlement and enslaved humanity. You may notice some differences in the events here and the ones that transpired in David’s nightmares in Redemption from a Dark World. Those were nightmares, not David’s exact recollection of the time. Therefore, these flashback episodes can be considered officially canon to the RFADW universe, or at least more exactly canon compared to the nightmares. Enjoy. Oh, one last thing! Since this is David’s world we’re talking about, these stories are going to be much darker than the rest of the series. This is basically an apocalypse world, after all, so expect lots of death and destruction, and a few very emotionally gripping scenes.

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Waitress: Here’s your meatloaf, David. (Sets a plate down on the table)

David: Thanks, Emily. (Begins to eat)

In the background, the sky begins to darken, but nobody seems to notice. David’s phone lights up and vibrates. He looks at the text message from his mother.

SMS>> Mom: How did you do at your new job, David?

SMS>> Me: Fine. Clocked out. Having dinner at Maxwell’s now.

` ……………………

SMS>> Mom: OK then. Come home soon, it looks like there’s a storm kicking up.

SMS>> Me: Got it.

David puts his phone to sleep and slips it into his pocket. He continues to eat. A faint rumbling can be heard outside. Some people out the window in the front of the restaurant are running past.

Random Citizen: What is that thing!?

David looks up from his meal. Seeing people running past, David begins to suspect something’s wrong. At that moment, a colossal explosion shakes the entire building. Everyone screams and David, his food forgotten, stands up, and runs for the exit. Outside, the sky is dark red, and David looks up. The camera dramatically zooms out behind David to show the sky. Hanging in midair are two gigantic metal hands, green in color. Suddenly, the hands begin to shoot things at the town.

David: Oh, shi-- (Runs for his house)

Panicking citizens are running away from the invading forces, the entire town’s population creating a tide that David must swim upstream through to reach his mother. A laser blast hits a house nearby, causing it to explode into a cloud of smoke and splinters. David begins to search for his mother in the crowd.

David: MOOMMM!!!

He can’t find his mom. More buildings explode, and fires can be seen raging all around; the famed Henleaf Woods are now engulfed in an inferno. As David runs, he sees that some people are lying on the ground, bloody stab wounds visible on their backs and necks, awash in pools of their own blood.

David reaches his home street, and he continues to run until he sees something that makes his heart stop for a second. A gigantic, red-bodied being with five red gems set into its body, is cloaked in flame and is setting homes on fire.

David: (Panicked voice) What the hell is that thing!?

Then he sees his house. It is completely engulfed in flames.

David: Oh no! Mom!! (Takes off for the house)

Thankfully the creature doesn’t notice him as he races for the front door of his house, and throws it open. Inside, the burning home is showing signs of beginning to collapse.

David: MOM!!

David’s Mom: David!! Over here!!

David grabs a fire extinguisher from the kitchen and makes his way through the flames, shooting as he goes to the living room, where his mother is pinned underneath a bookcase.

David: Mom!! (Puts down the extinguisher and struggles to lift the heavy shelves)

The bookshelf is too heavy.

David’s Mom: David… It’s okay. Save yourself, get out of here!

David: No, mom! I’m not leaving you behind! (Pushes himself past his limits, but to no avail)

David’s Mom: David, this house has gas appliances; it’s going to blow any second! Go, David, NOW!

David: (Soot and tears staining his face) Mom…

David’s Mom: It’s okay, David. You’ll be just fine. I’ll always watch over you, but you need to go now!

David: (Gives up on lifting the bookcase, gets up, and turns to his mother one last time) Goodbye, mom… (Tears are freely flowing down his face)

David races through the flames for the door. He makes it near the sidewalk when the house he grew up in explodes violently. David is knocked off his feet, and he flies straight into his mom’s car parked on the curb, cracking the side window where he crashed into it. On impact, David blacks out.

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The camera vision fades in and out, flickering a bit. A heartbeat and the sound of ears ringing is audible. The view focuses in to show David laying on his back, buried in a coating of ash. His eyes flutter and he slowly wakes up, raising himself into a sitting position. He checks his surroundings. Everything is gray. Ashes are slowly falling from the sky. Nothing is left, Henleaf Town had been replaced with an endless and bleak landscape, completely devoid of life, punctuated with the charred skeletons of buildings and the jagged tips of tree trunks.

David: Everything’s… Gone… …………………. ...Mom! (Scrambles to his feet)

David runs down the ashen sidewalk to where his house used to stand.

David: Mom! Mom!! Mo--

He sees a bone jutting out of the ashes and rubble, in the middle of what must have been the living room. David immediately has a flashback.

Child David: Mommy, where’s daddy?

They’re in a hospital. Doctors and nurses are bustling about. David’s mother, visibly distressed and on the verge of tears, looks at the young David, around the age of three, and runs over to him, her face awash with tears and sadness. She picks up David and locks him in a tight, sobbing hug, her whole body shaking.

Child David: Where’s daddy?

David’s Mom: Daddy’s not with us anymore, David. I-It’s just us now… (Sobs)

Child David: Where’s daddy!? (Begins to panic and cry) WHERE’S DADDY!?!?

The camera zooms out to show mother and son locked in grief and mourning, and the flashback ends, bringing us back to the ruins of Henleaf Town, showing a closeup of the bones in the rubble, which are being pelted with teardrops from above. David falls to his knees, tears beginning to fall from his eyes in droves, his body shaking with sorrow.

David: No… Nononono… MOM!!!!! (His anguished cry echoes around the area)

David sits there sobbing his eyes out for what felt like forever, and when he has run out of tears to cry, he gets up. With an empty look in his eyes, he strolls down what used to be the street. With no clear destination in mind, he wanders the wasteland, his limping, ash-covered body making him look like a ghost. He passes what’s left of Maxwell’s, the restaurant he had ate at just hours ago. Nothing is left of it, except for the skeletons of the cooks and waiters littered around the foundation.

David: That’s it then, everyone’s gone… Everyone I know is dead…

He continues walking…

David: T-This has to be a dream, no, a nightmare! (Stops) That’s it! I’ll just pinch myself, I’ll wake up, and everything will be OK again!

David pinches himself multiple times. Nothing happens.

David: W-Why isn’t this working!?

About half an hour later, David reaches the site of the Forest Guardian’s Shrine. With all the trees now gone, the charred but still standing monument now sits atop a hill overlooking the ruined landscape. A gem of some sort, resembling a Pearl, lay in pieces at the foot of the statue. Suddenly, David has flashes of vision, seemingly from another being’s viewpoint. For a few brief moments, David is a wolf, running for his (Or her?) life through the burning forest, pursued by a group of mysterious humanoids with crystals on various parts of their bodies, all carrying weapons like swords and spears. The vision abruptly cuts out.

David: (Holding his head) What… was that? I better get out of here.

As David walks down the trail, he begins to have a feeling he’s being watched.

David: H-Hello? Anyone there?

A shadow appears above him. He turns around, to face a large, muscular gem-being wearing a crash helmet looming over him.

???: You lost, little boy?

David: W-Who are you!? What did you do to my town!?

???: (Chuckles) The name’s Jasper. And you’re coming with me. I know just the place for you.

Jasper strikes David in the head with her helmet, barely avoiding cracking David’s skull but still instantly knocking him out. She chuckles again and hefts the limp human over her shoulder as she made her way to the landed hand-ship.

End memory.

Author’s note: In the Gem invasion of Earth in David’s timeline, hundreds of millions of human lives were cut short. And yes, the Jasper who captures David is indeed the same Jasper we all know from Steven’s Universe. In David’s world, Jasper is one of the lead generals leading the invasion of Earth. Her forces were responsible for the total destruction of Empire City and all the surrounding area, including Henleaf Town.

#RFADW #steven universe #steven auniverse #steven universe fanfic #steven universe fanfiction #the one where davids mom dies #apocalypse #post-apocalyptic #jasper

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can you post your gwenvid emo playlist

Ohhhhh boy. I’ve been putting this off because it’s a project. And some of these songs are going to make … very little sense to anyone who isn’t me.

What can I say? I’m an odd duck.

But if anyone wants to listen to what goes into my Gwenvid, take a gander here. I’m also putting the songs below like the crazy person I am, mostly so I can defend these choices.

Also warning: SUPER EMO. Except the parts that are just silly. Those aren’t emo. All of it, however, is cheesy as fuck.

Long rants below the cut.

So this playlist is more or less broken into sections, in a general “progression of the relationship” arc. And it begins, as all Gwenvid should, with utter ridiculousness:

Songs that Gwen can’t believe David loves:

DNCE - “Cake by the Ocean”

“David, what do you think this song’s about?”“Uh … cake?”“Oh, christ.”

Nicki Minaj - “Anaconda” AND Watsky - “Going Down”

There’s a CD stuck in the Campmobile’s player that has a bunch of Gwen’s favorite songs, and sometimes when David’s not in the mood for the Farmer’s Almanac (rare, but it happens), he’ll turn on the radio, remember that there’s virtually no reception in Sleepy Peak, and listen to Gwen’s CD. He now knows all the words to these songs, and every other one on the CD. Gwen is shocked and very very amused to discover this.

David songs:

Barenaked Ladies - “Light Up My Room”

“There are luxuries we can’t afford / But in our house we never get bored / We can dance to the radio station that plays in our teeth”

Ingrid Michaelson - “Everybody”

“Darkness drains and light will come again / Swing open up your chest and let it in / Just let the love, love, love begin”

Of Monsters and Men - “Mountain Sound”

“Through the woods we ran (Deep into the mountain sound)”

Colin Hay - “Overkill”

“Day after day it reappears / Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear / Ghosts appear and fade away”

Barenaked Ladies - “I Live With It Every Day”

“I live with it every day / For every step I have to pay / The only thing that they can’t take / The guilt that spirals in my wake”

David had always heard this song; his mom loved BNL and always had it playing, ever since he was a little kid. He sort of let the words wash over him, the way anything that’s so familiar it becomes background music will. But when he was 16, 3 years after he’d slept through Jasper’s death and 2 weeks after his father had left home for the last time, he was cooking dinner and this song came on, and for the first he really, actually listened to it.His mom came home an hour and a half later to find dinner hopelessly burnt and her son curled up on the kitchen floor, sobbing. She booked a therapist appointment shortly after, convinced it was about his father’s leaving.It wasn’t.

Barenaked Ladies - “Everything Old is New Again”

“I wake up and eat / I go back to sleep / And let all my nightmares repeat”

Sometimes he likes to listen to sad songs. It’s comforting, in a strange way.

Tori Amos - “Winter”

“When you gonna make up your mind? / When you gonna love you as much as I do?”

It’s about David and his mommy. Because he’s a mama’s boy and I refuse to believe differently. And I need him to have one good familial relationship, okay?!

Foxy Shazam - “Oh Lord”

“You just try and sleep, even though you’re alone / You just close your eyes, boy, and dream of home / Our light is always on, you just keep that in mind / When you wake in the morning you’ll be satisfied”

Ani DiFranco - “As Is”

“What bugs me is you believe what you’re saying / What bothers me is you don’t know how you feel / What scares me is that while you’re telling me stories / You actually believe they are real”

“Just give up and admit you’re an asshole” (what everyone was thinking Season 2, Episode 4. Or Season 1, Episode 6. David’s often an asshole, is what I’m saying)

Barenaked Ladies - “Brian Wilson”

“And if you want to find me I’ll be out in the sandbox / Wondering where the hell all the love has gone / I’m playing my guitar and building castles in the sun (whoa-oh) / And singing ‘Fun, Fun, Fun’”

Could be David songs, could be Gwen songs, I couldn’t decide:

Courtney Act - “Ugly”

“I’ll let you see the good if you know me / I’ll show you all the bad if you love me / But, love, only I know the ugly”

Colin Hay - “Waiting for My Real Life to Begin”

“And you say, ‘Just be here now / Forget about the past / Your mask is wearing thin’”

Barenaked Ladies - “Testing 1, 2, 3”

“If I shed the irony / Would anybody cheer me? / If I acted less like me / Would I be in the clear?”

Gwen songs:

Steven Page - “Over Joy”

“My depression / Has got me choosing doom and gloom / Over joy”

Fall Out Boy - “Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over”

“I can’t wake up to these reminders of who I am: / A failure at everything / 18 going on extinct / I know my place, it’s nowhere you should roam”

Sia - “Breathe Me”

“Ouch, I have lost myself again / Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found / Yeah, I think that I might break / Lost myself again and I feel unsafe”

Tori Amos - “Silent All These Years”

“Years go by, will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand / Years go by, if I’m stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head / Years go by, will I choke on my tears ‘til, finally there is nothing left”

Marina and the Diamonds - “Are You Satisfied?”

“My problem is my problem that I never am happy / It’s my problem, it’s my problem that I never will succeed”

Barenaked Ladies - “Off the Hook”

“The credit card receipts, the dirty sheets / The souvenirs of men who cheat / It all makes sense - with each offense / You wanted to believe him”

Gwen has terrible exes.

Ani DiFranco - “Cradle and All”

“Take me home / Take me home and leave me there / Think I’m going to cry, I don’t know why / Think I’m going to sing myself a lullaby”

Barenaked Ladies - “Pinch Me”

“Like a dream you try to remember but it’s gone / Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn / When you try to see the world beyond your front door”

“We’re damaged, but we’re adorable damn it” songs:

Caro Emerald - “That Man”

“Ooh that man is on my list / And ooh that man I wanna kiss / My only sin is I can’t win / Ooh I wanna love that man”

MIKA - “Oh Girl You’re the Devil”

“And I said follow me / Whoever you want to be / Don’t care where you, where you go / As long as you stay with me”

Gaslight Anthem - “Meet Me By the River’s Edge”

“You were the only one who understood me then / You’re the only one who will”

Honestly, this one is just more of a mood than the actual lyrics. It just has a Gwenvid feel, I guess?

Of Monsters and Men - “Little Talks”

“And some days I can’t even trust myself / It’s killing me to see you this way / 'Cause though the truth may vary / This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore”

Tracy Chapman - “Baby Can I Hold You”

“Years gone by and still / Words don’t come easily / Like sorry, like sorry”

Brentalfloss - “Zidane to Vivi”

“Try not to think too hard, Vivi, sometimes you have to smile / Set the world down, come on, go out and play”

Gaslight Anthem - “Great Expectations”

“I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life / Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn’t you?”

Of Monsters and Men - “King and Lionheart”

“Howling ghosts they reappear / In mountains that are stacked with fear / But you’re a king and I’m a lionheart”

(Okay, this one’s literally just because I wanna write a Guinivere/Lancelot medieval romance sorta AU with these two. Otherwise it has nothing to do with Gwenvid. Shh, that’s okay.)

The Front Bottoms - “The Plan (F**k Jobs)”

“‘Cause I love you / (When my mind is uncertain) / I miss you / (My body decides) / I wanna hug and kiss you / (What it will do to get through the hell of life) / Oh I love you / (As I trip on the ocean) / I miss you / (That leads through your eyes) / I wanna hug and kiss you / It’s alright”

Fall Out Boy - “Of All the Gin Joints in the World”

“You only hold me up like this / ‘Cause you don’t know who I really am / Sometimes I just want to know what it’s like to be you”

Mumford & Sons - “The Wolf”

“Hold my gaze, love, you know I want to let it go / We will stare down at the wonder of it all / And I will hold you in it and I will hold you in it”

Another one that’s more about the mood than the actual lyrics.

Steven Page - “If You Love Me”

“You may be full of brave illusions but the only one they’re fooling is you / I don’t believe in magic and I don’t believe in making do / You could be a casualty of dreams and mediocrity / But better still - come home with me”

The Front Bottoms - “Twelve Feet Deep”

“Since when did, since when did ‘I wanna hear your voice’ not become a good excuse? / Calling you three in the morning, laugh at sleep that we’ll both lose”

Say Anything - “A Walk Through Hell”

“And if I was brave I’d climb up to you on the mountain / They led you to drink from their fountain spouting lies / And I’d slay the horrible beast they commissioned / To steer me away from my mission to your eyes”

The Chainsmokers - “Don’t Let Me Down”

“I need you, I need you, I need you right now / Yeah, I need you right now / So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me down / I think I’m losing my mind now”

Ani DiFranco - “Overlap”

“Search your profile for a translation / I study the conversation like a map / ‘cause I know there is strength in the differences between us / And I know there is comfort where we overlap”

Foxy Shazam - “Holy Touch”

“There was a time when I used to care / I had a heart man, something was there / I didn’t know it then but now / That it’s gone the fire died / Heal me with your holy touch”

Nil Lara - “Fighting for My Love”

“I still feel the scars on my lips / When I touch, when I make love and when I kiss”

Walk the Moon - “Tightrope”

“Easy now, with my heart / Walk a tightrope, walk a little tightrope / You walk a tightrope, walk a little tightrope / Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh this heart is burning up”

“Breaking up & making up” songs:

Bleachers - “Rollercoaster”

“Rollercoaster, I don’t say no / Rollercoaster, when you don’t say no / And it’s such a rollercoaster / Some killer queen you are”

Cold War Kids - “First”

“Flying like a cannonball, falling to the earth / Heavy as a feather when, you hit the dirt / How am I the lucky one?, I do not deserve / To wait around forever when you were there first”

Florence + The Machine - “Ship to Wreck”

“And oh my love remind me, what was it that I said? / I can’t help but pull the earth around me, to make my bed”

Ingrid Michaelson - “Maybe”

“I don’t wanna be the one to say goodbye / But I will, I will, I will / I don’t wanna sit on the pavement while you fly / But I will, I will, oh yes I will”

Foxy Shazam - “Wasted Feelings”

“What a wonderful way to waste a feeling / There’s gotta be some kind a way we can work it out / What a wonderful way to waste a feeling / Open up the window, let the inside out”

Ani DiFranco - “Work Your Way Out”

“I wonder what you look like under your t-shirt / I wonder what you sound like when you’re not wearing words / I wonder what we have when we’re not pretending / It’s never-ending, haven’t you heard?”

Barenaked Ladies - “Give it Back to You”

“I’m out to prove that / What we’re working for / Is worth defending, / And all this mending”

Tracy Chapman - “The Promise”

“If you think of me / If you miss me once in a while / Then I’ll return to you / I’ll return and fill that space in your heart”

“All the cute shit” songs:

Ingrid Michaelson - “Soldier”

“I don’t believe in anything but myself / But then you opened up a door, you opened up a door / Now I start to believe in something else”

Ani DiFranco - “Worthy”

“The world is too good for me / I am such a naughty girl / But when we’re together / We’re too good for this world”

The Cat Empire - “Lullaby”

“Something always telling me ‘save your prayers before dawn’ / ’Cos what happens when I’m with you / Makes me shake my head then smile and yawn / I’m worn out but I’m beaming and it seems that we are dreaming”

Eagle Eye Cherry - “Save Tonight”

“Save tonight and fight the break of dawn / Come tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll be gone”

(Cheesy — like the rest of this isn’t? — but this is an end of summer separation song.)

Barenaked Ladies - “Odds Are”

“Sure things go wrong, but I’ll take my chances / Odds are long, so why not play?”

Foxy Shazam - “Teenage Demon Baby”

“Teenage demon baby, I’m in love with you / There’s no where in this world I’d rather be than right here next to you”

Ingrid Michaelson - “You Got Me”

“When I see the curve of the earth in your willow eyes / I’m a rocketeer, coming home after years at the speed of light / Suddenly you’re there, like a pearl in the palm of the universe / Your unlikely skies filling up my eyes”

Barenaked Ladies - “Every Subway Car”

“I’m on my own I’m sliced alone / I did it for you / But I’ve outgrown my wings and flown / Into something brand new”

Walk the Moon - “Aquaman”

“See the thing you’ve been chasing, honey / You’ll never find it wearin’ a life vest / You gotta risk your neck and know in your heart it will be worth it”

Clean Bandit - “Rather Be”

“It’s easy being with you / Sacred simplicity / As long as we’re together / There’s no place I’d rather be”

The Cat Empire - “Sly”

“There might have been a sea of people / I don’t know, because all I could see / Was how this woman she glowed so”

Watsky - “Sloppy Seconds”

“It’s September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater / Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods / And there is not a single place that I would rather be / I’m fucked up just like you are, and you’re fucked up just like me”

Barenaked Ladies - “Did I Say That Out Loud?”

“They tell you not to plan too far / But I’m already miles ahead, and I intend to be wherever you are / Don’t know what’s got ahold of me / It’s greater than gravity”

Barenaked Ladies - “Life, in a Nutshell”

“I fell down with no one there to catch me from falling / Then she came ‘round / And only her tenderness stopped me from bawling my eyes out / I’m OK”

It’s Their Song. Official Forestwater87’s Gwenvid canon declares this Their Song.

#forestwriting #campcamp #gwenvid #cc david #cc gwen #somebody better fucking read this shit #because it took goddamn forever #my stuff #ask forest

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