for my cami

It’s my Cami’s birthday. And I love her. So I was gonna do this whole thing where I posted a million pictures of her from Snapchat so you could all see how hilarious and awesome she is… but then I decided her froggy mouth videos are for me and me alone! LOL. 

I love my dear friend @juggydunes - and I hope her birthday is THE VERY BEST! She’s the April to my Andy - and I will forever treasure her friendship. 

(that last gif is actually Cami and I…. seriously lol)

hey  friends ,  i’m  literally  thirsting  for  threads  with  everyone ,  so  give  this  a  like  and  you’ll  get  a  random  starter  from  Mermaid man  himself if  you  have  more  than  one  muse ,  let  me  know  who  you  want  one  for ,  or  for  all  of  ‘em  that’s  cool  too

But You’ll Always Follow The Voices Beneath... || Cami x Lydia

“She’s so demented, hahaha!!! Yo, Jake!! Come check her out!!”


She’d been trying to study in one of the cafes overlooking the waterfront for the past forty minutes. Key-word?  T r y i n g . Cami didn’t normally mind the hustle and bustle of the city come mid-afternoon. If anything, she found a certain comfort in it. But when a particular cacophony of teenage voices and mocking laughter rose up in the adjoining park, she decided enough was enough. Books shoved unceremoniously into her bag, Cami marched towards the rowdy group, with every intention of telling them off before calling it a day. 

But that was when she recognized the butt of their jokes.

… No. She was wrong, it couldn’t be… (?)

“LYDIA MARTIN’S A FREAK!! HAHAHA, SAY IT AGAIN SCHIZO!!”

Dropping her bookbag Cami ran forward. She reached out to grab the redhead who was rocking on the balls of her feet, hugging her front as though she was cold, as though the hot sunny day couldn’t touch her. “Lydia??” 

Sure enough, it was her. More alarming still was the fact that Lydia Martin didn’t rip into her for the physical contact, or for approaching her in public - and that was Lydia Martin’s number one rule. “What? What are you say-…” She could barely hear herself, let alone make sense of the nonsensical words Lydia was stringing together. Hell, the teen didn’t even seem aware of her surroundings… Concern wrought itself into Cami’s features as she tried to make sense of it. Was it a fugue state? A psychological break?… The jeers behind them only grew louder.

“COME ON! SAY IT AGAIN!! THIS ONE’S FOR YOUTUBE!!”

“She… Shesheshe… She- Doesn’t wanna talk to you right now.

“It’s from a PLAY, you morons!” Cami lashed out, pulling the girl quickly behind her before turning her wrath on the teens. “Yeah!” She improvised,  “It’s called-”

‘The spiders, spiders, don’t like spiders…’

“-Arachnophobia!!… By TS Elliot. Don’t you guys know  a n y t h i n g  about English Lit?? Or is that another of the classes you’re failing?”The woman demanded, ignoring the errant shivers that ran down her spine as Lydia continued muttering behind her. “God, friggin’ kids these days!!”  Their smiles were already beginning to drop, although there was still an ambivalent suspicion in the eyes of some. “She has another ten minutes of monologuing to go. Feel free to stick around! She’ll tell you off herself! Or maybe the Mayor will when she shows up for the family dinner. Hell! Please continue! I’d love a first-row seat to that public roast.” Cami baited them, cocking a brow and folding her arms impatiently over her chest. 

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back… Finally. At long last, the gaggle of teens began to disperse. It wasn’t worth the risk. Cami turned back to her young charge.

Fret not, fret not, friede, fret not friede…” 

“Lydia? Lydia, hey. It’s me, Cami.” She raised her hands to the girl’s shoulders, applying gentle pressure as she searched her gaze. But Lydia was looking right through her. FriedeWhere had she heard that name? Could it just have been a random visual memory that manifested within her fugue state? A paper clipping, sensational news covering a traumatic event… Why had that marked her?… What was going on in her head?

“Fretnot….  Fret not, fretnot.” 

“Lydia, I’m right here. You’re safe, you’re not alone. But I need you to talk to me… I need you to tell me if you can hear me right now.”

“Ashes,ashes she fell down!! No…”

“Lyd-”

“No!!!” 


@lydiamartin–x

SO LET’S TALK “WHO’S THE TRAITOR” SOME MORE

If you’ve never read my initial theory post, please do yourself a favor and check that shit out. It is a foundation for the theory that, regrettably, was missing a lot of information that I wasn’t able to get to until I was able to do a reread of the series, plus I wanted to wait for the series to develop a little further. The original post was made right after “Deku vs Kacchan 2” was released, so we’ve had about 30 chapters of development. You might be wondering how on earth 3k words isn’t enough to make my point the first time, but here I am yet again! 

I might sound crazy, but believe me when I say… I am the MOST serious. 

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jakei95!! (✿◡‿◡ฺ).:*☆

The first pic is kinda desspressing.. But we know you have been fighting all this time to make us smile and happy.. must be hard– YA NEED TO BE REMINDED HOW LOVED YA ARE HWHWHW

Seriously I HOPE YOU HAV A LOVIN DAY :’333

reading trauma’s lyrics got me sad again because they really are talking about how idols lose more than just sleep, they lose a lot of their humanity as well. they’re so bold to talk about how vulnerable they are, vernon talks about how he has “virtually no friends” but in the mv tons of “fans” are surrounding him. wonwoo talks about his reason for living, and he feels like he’s put himself in a rut of living perpetually in the limelight. while coups is the only one in a warmly lit room, the rest of them are in cooler toned rooms, looking even more isolated and boxed in. the price of fame and wanting to put your voice out is difficult and terribly linear, the thought of doing anything else other than their music is both simultaneously thrilling and terrifying to them