[boredums]

𖤓        i   give   and   you   give   ‘til   it’s   all   that   we   have,   you   know   nothing   is   fair   in   death   and   romance   !

𝖢𝖨𝖤𝖱𝖱𝖠  𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖲      pinterest. side a. side b.        dependent  for  hellasummerhqs.   

[misfittingoddity]

where?: by the entrance of the cave! who? : duckie & cierra aka @boredums

“d'oh!”  duckie  called  out,  hands  cupped  around  their  mouth.  they  them  paused  and  listened  in  for  the  echo.  hello!  hello!  hello!  he  rocked  back  on  his  heels  a  few  times.  cool.  duckie  was  self  aware  to  a  degree,  he  knew  that  he  was  easily  amused  -  and  they  found  a  lot  of  amusement  from  shouting  dumb  stuff  into  the  mouth  of  the  grotto.  they  also  found  a  lot  of  amusement  in  the  simpsons.  luckily  they  seemed  to  go  well  together.  they  took  a  deep  breath  and  brought  their  hands  to  the  side  of  their  face  once  more.  “ay,  caramba!”  as  the  phrase  echoed  out,  duckie  turned  to  grab  a  drink  from  his  water  bottle  but  froze.  there  was  another  person  here.  “cierra.  hi,”  they  greeted  with  an awkward  nod of his head.  duckie  liked  cierra  well  enough.  she  was  nice,  cool,  kind  of  a  lot.  not  that  duckie  thought  that  was  nessacary  a  bad  thing. quite the opposite.  “sorry  about  the,  uh…i  was  just  – "  duckie  opened  their  mouth,  closed  it,  opened  it  again.  there  wasn't  really  any  point  in  lying..  “– yelling  shit  into  a  cave.” 

[boredums]

the  inherent  oddness  of  whatever  duckie  was  up  to  was  enough  to  strike  her  speechless.      an  impressive  speech,  because  listening  to  herself  talk  is  one  of  cierra's  greatest  strengths  —  and  yet  watching  duckie  call  out  whatever  strikes  their  fancy  into  the  mouth  of  a  cave  elicits  nothing  but  a  wide-eyed  stare  and  lips  parted  in  shock.  her  gaze  shifts  between  duckie's  form  to  the  cave  and  back  again,  half-expecting  some  hulking  frog-being  to  come  crawling  out  and  greet  duckie  as  its  master.  somehow,  the  fantasy  made  more  sense  than  simply  yelling  to  yell.  “  is  that…  something  you  do  often?  ”  enough  strength  to  the  mind  is  regained  for  the  words  to  stumble  out.  “  just…  yell  into  caves  for  fun?  ”

[wreckstorm]

.ᐣ.ᐟ + @boredums , their arts duties at staff week .

“ you  know,  c, ”  the  masterpiece  in  front  of  him  received  another  brush  of  blue.  a  different  blue.  he  thought  it  was  the  same,  but  maybe  the  yellow  he  added  earlier  mixed  the  colours  up  again  and  now  it  was  …  worse.  messier.  “ everything’s  fun  by  your  side.  even  when  i’m  painting  the  ugliest  fucking  shit  what - is - that - even  ever.  i’d  do  it  again.  just  to  have  fun  with  you. ”  true.  he  had  the  most  fun  by  cierra’s  side,  but  he  would  rather  have  this  fun  while  drinking  a  beer  or  dancing  or  anything,  really,  anything  but  cursing  the  colour  yellow  while  trying  to  clean  a  small  brush.  “ can  i  see  yours?  are  you  killing  it?  please  tell  me  you  suck  at  this  as  much  as  i  do,  be  fair  for  once. ”

[boredums]

“  is  it  just  me,  or  are  you  hidin'  a  but  somewhere  at  the  end  when  you  say  that?  ”      the  tease  comes  out  sing-song,  already  knowing  the  answer  as  her  brush  eased  through  the  motions.  not  quite  good  enough  to  hand  in  an  art  gallery,  but  decent;  she  spares  mads  from  a  glance  at  his  own  creation.  in  cierra's  eyes,  mads  is  incapable  of  being  anything  but  cool,  even  when  he's  got  a  mess  on  the  canvas  —  but  there's  also  no  one  she  likes  messing  with  more.  “  no  can  do!  aren't  you  at  least  having  a  little  fun?  i  thought  painting's  supposed  to  be,  y'know,  stress  free.  ”  the fingers  on the hand she's painting with are  stained  with  color,  once-perfect  manicure  dabbled  in  hues  of  green.  “  except  for  this  part.  you  think  they'll  ever  invent  paint  that's  not  messy?  ”

[rexdyourmind-deactivated2025122]

who: thalia & cierra ( @boredums )

where: cabin 101

cpr  training  was  a  necessity,  thalia  knew  that  ...  but  it  wasn't  exactly  something  that  she  was  looking  forward  to.  so  when  miss  brandy  asked  for  a  volunteer  from  her  cabin  to  go  and  get  cierra,  thalia  had  volunteered.  she'd  do  pretty  much  anything  to  get  out  of  having  to  bring  a  doll  back  to  life.  or  whatever  they  were  trying  to  teach  today.  “  cierra  ? ”  thalia  called  as  she  pulled  open  the  door  to  the  cabin,  “  they  sent  me  to  come  get  you.  are  you  gonna  be  much  longer?  think  miss  brandy  is  gonna  lose  her  shit  if  we're  not  all  outside  soon...  ”   she  paused  before  adding,  “  tried  to  tell  her  that  your  perfection  takes  time  but  ” she  shrugged,  “  she  wasn't  having  any  of  it.  and  i  can't  go  back  there  without  you...  she'll  like,  burn  a  hole  into  my  soul  or  something.  ” 

[boredums]

luck  of  the  draw  for  thalia  because  she's  just  putting  on  the  finishing  touches.      sprays  on  enough  perfume  to  damage  the  environment  a  little,  turning  with  a  pout.  “  she  just  doesn't  get  it.  nobody  wakes  up  lookin'  perfect!  plus  i  had  coffee  yesterday  so  i  had  to  do  an  emergency  teeth  whitening  routine.  she's  a  nurse,  she  should  care  about  dental  health.  ”  wide  doe  gaze  hits  thalia  directly,  as  if  through  sheer  will  and  beautification  she  might  be  able  to  telepathically  win  over  miss  brandy.  lasts  about  a  second  before  she's  reaching  to  grab  onto  thalia's  wrist,  tugging  her  along.  “  let's  go!  don't  want  you  getting  yelled  at  on  my  account.  what's  the  thingy  we're  doing  again?  ”

[hollowshowell]

open starter / gen & anyone location: outside cabin two, just before dusk, staff week.

"go the fuck away for five minutes," gen says, voice strong despite her head not moving an inch. her hand continues to furiously scribble away in the notebook, even when the shadow before her makes no move to leave her to her evening task (though really, she's just biding time until darkness falls and she can light up).

finishing her fragmented sentence, she smacks the pencil against the paper and eyes her company. hot air pushes through her nostrils quickly. "welcome week," she explains with a quick wave of the notebook, taking her feet down from the chair across from her.

"shit for the kids."

[boredums]

if  curiosity  could  kill,  cierra  would  be  six  feet  under.      gen's  gentle  request  to  get  the  fuck  away  remains  unheeded.  she  gets  closer  instead,  hands  behind  her  back,  picture  of  politeness  if  it  hadn't  been  the  exact  opposite  of  what  gen  had  asked  of  her.  stubbornness  wins  over,  though,  expression  morphing  into  a  beam  when  attention  is  finally  transferred  from  the  notebook  to  her. she  takes  it  as  an  invitation  to  step  closer,  ‘til  she  can  get  a  better  look  at  the  notebook,  gaze  skimming  through  it.  “  how  cute!  you’re  like  a  molten  lava  cake,  huh,  gen?  all  tough  on  the  outside  ‘til  you  crack  it  open  and  it’s  warm  and  gooey.  ”  she's  quite  literally  trembling  with  the  need  to  poke  at  gen,  but  that  might  get  her  finger  bit  off.  “  you  excited  for  the  kids  to  come?  i'm  so  excited.  was  thinkin'  of  maybe  doing  some  fun  face  painting  but,  tee  bee  h,  i'm  not  convinced  the  paint  we  have  is  non-toxic.  feels  like  somethin'  the  colonel  would  overlook.  or  be  all 'the  children  can  endure'  about  it.  ” 

[nett1es]

fated for      open to all . pinpoint      radio tower , near the bottom of the stairs, the day after group two's patrol practice fiasco .

each time she clenches her jaw, a tooth in the back of her mouth aches. she suspects it's a product of last night — it having been spent in a fifty fifty split between mouth wide open in horror or jaw cemented shut in . . . well, horror. looking down at her hands, the blood crusted under her fingernails sets her heart a pumping once more — until she remembers it's fake. compliments of miss brandy's gruelling first aid training. the sound of feet on gravel captures her attention, eyes squinted against the afternoon sun. “  if  you're  here  for  static  roulette,  i  ain't  much  in  the  mood  for  yapping.  ” shocking, if you knew georgia - lee at all.

[boredums]

miss  brandy  had  said  she'd  be  fine,  but  cierra  had  still  spent  the  entire  day  with  her  hand  wrapped  in  enough  gauze  to  qualify  as  mummified.     made  doing  much  of  anything  difficult  —  better  than  losing  the  hand,  though.  doesn't  stop  her  from  teetering  around  camp,  avoiding  only  the  unlucky  few  that'd  been  stuck  with  her  on  patrol.  something  about  people  seeing  you  at  your  lowest…  eugh!  camp  only  allowed  so  much  distance,  though,  and  it's  not  long  before  she's  stumbling  on  georgia-lee's  red  locks.  cierra  can  feel  herself  go  hot  from  head  to  toe,  stuck  somewhere  in  line  between  embarrassment  and  shame.  clears  her  throat  and  does  her  best  to  signify  neither.  “  yay!  ‘cause  neither  am  i.  they  say  silence  is  a  man’s  best  friend.  dogs,  too,  i  guess.  i  wouldn't  know  ‘cause  my  mama  always  said  they  stink  and  have  ticks  so  i’d  never  been  allowed  near  one  ‘cause  i  have  a  delicate  constitution  and  could  get  lyme’s  disease.  don't  really  know  what's  so  wrong  about  limes  other  than  being  sour,  but  hey,  she was  the  parent.  ”  what  was  that  about  not  being  in  the  mood  for  yapping? quiet's too awkward, so her mouth moves a mile a minute, trying to fill in gaps with nonsense faster than her brain can stop it.  “  umm,  how've  you  been?  ”

[glowcowboy]

hey quick question btw. what the fuck is going on

[boredums]

starter 4 @omichlodis

where: bonfire… continuing from this :p

where judith is the picture of unamused, cierra’s smile is blinding. lying to kids felt like the natural order of things — telling them santa’s coming or that medicine tastes good — but it felt like a moot thing to argue. also, judith was very pretty, and cierra had a tendency to start agreeing to anything when aesthetically pleased. “ c’monnnn, obviously ghosts aren’t real! it’s a hypothetical. you seriously wouldn’t go with them to check, even a little? ‘cause i think it’d be fun. probably find a raccoon or something in the walls. ” she is, of course, putting on a brave face for judith. ghosts might not be like they’re portrayed in movies, but cierra’s faith in their existence is unshakable. “ or maybe their bunkmates are messing with them. you don’t think it’d be a little fun to ghost hunt even if it’s nothing? ”

[boredums]

starter 4 @finnianthegillian

where: the big frog’s lake

in a less stressful situation, the familiar face would be enough to elicit a pause. she’d stare and stare until she placed them somewhere, found a face to offer the name, and approached with a dazzling smile. instead, this was an emergency, and so the strange - but - familiar counselor would have to wait for his unmasking. besides, without her glasses, he just looked like a very blurry face. “ hi! i’m really sorry, you look like you’re enjoying your day, but… ” she glances over and points. frogs. a whole group of them gathered around her glasses — thankfully, because she swore she’d lost them when she couldn’t find them in her suitcase. “ i really, really need help. umm… if you can’t i totally get it — maybe just get do me a favor and find duckie? they’re like the frog whisperer. ”

[thrcughlensandshudders-deactiva]

who: open where: headquarters time of day: beginning afternoon

testing one's gear could result in many artsy pictures. sometimes it was of forests. sometimes it was of forests but with like, more trees. sometimes it was of forest with like, a ton of trees. but one could get sick of trees, especially when one worked around them all the damn time. so thus this testing time is with the phone at headquarters. but it's through a window. a dingy window? maybe. or was his lens smudged?

good timing on the picture though, as the shadow of another is strolling into his lighting and would have made it that much more moody. and nico reyes was many things, but moody? definitely not.

"you ever think of the irony of like, how this phone is the first and last one that everyone could possibly see before they enter the camp? really pulling you away from the world at large and putting you into these woods, away from everything? or how it's the severed connection between 'what was' and pushes you into the 'what's happening' right now? you feel me? do i make sense?"

[boredums]

though arriving equipped with enough camping gear to warrant a six month stay instead of a summer, cierra abandons all of it to wander around and go oooh! and aaah! such was the life of a romantic. she’s parading through the headquarters like this isn’t her third runaround when a voice rings out. she jumps about three feet in the air, clutching her chest as she comes face - to - face with the counselor responsible.

“ what? that’s so scary. why would i think that? ” truth be told, camp was a barrier into something new, a way to shed the skin of the misery that awaited her outside of it. something about the way nico described the tug of it made it feel more written by stephen king than written by nora roberts. or maybe it was her nerves trying to snap at her. she clears her throat, replacing cautious concern with a smile. nods at the camera.

“ is taking pictures or philosophy more your thing? or are you a jack of all trades kind of person? ”

[boredums]

starter 4 @wrenlovell

where: cabin 1, their room, the scene of a crime ( single bed taken from cierra )

“ i just think, like, you’re the perfect size for a bunk, so it’s a waste to have the single. ” hate was not a word cierra liked to use. good things came with positivity. so, she didn’t hate wren — she just openly disliked the other. especially when she has to tuck her five suitcases into a corner and try to work out a bunk situation when there was a perfectly suitable single in front of her. “ and also, i’m older. elders should be respected. i’m sure that’s a new word for you but it’s one you have to keep in mind. ” glossy lip juts outward in a pout before she steels herself, hands crossing over her chest. “ do you want to hear a please? ”

[boredums]

starter 4 @ageniushideout

where: just outside the cabins :p

“ boo, smartypants! ” she jumps out of her hiding place, tugging at jade’s shirt. advantages of being just barely taller than someone else! the laugh that escapes after is more of a cackle — the kind of sound cierra’s mother would have scolded her for making. but her mother wasn’t here. hollow’s river was haunted ground recovering from a tragedy. it was also a refuge for her. “ did i scare you? huh? ” a masked killer cierra was not: sneaking up on jade had meant twigs cracking under her shoes, a very inconvenient sneeze, and the loud smack of hand against skin when a mosquito landed on the crook of her elbow. “ c’mon, i won’t make fun of you. you definitely felt a little fright. i can be sneaky like that. ”

[usermovies]

LEGALLY BLONDE 2001, dir. Robert Luketic

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from "Aphrodite Made Me Do It," originally published in 2019

[hellgifs]

daniella taylor via instagram

[misfittingoddity]

duckie  had  been  more  than  content  to  shuffle  around  the  outskirts  of  camp,  taking  in  the  sights  and  sounds.  it  was  nice.  they  had  already  collected  some  cool  looking  stones  that  were  shoved  into  their  bag.  he  had  been  hovering  somewhere  between  ‘accidental  lurking’  and  ‘strategically  avoiding  a  social  interaction’  when  they  stepped  on  a  particularly  noisy  pile  of  leaves  &  twigs. “…uh,  yeah.  affirmative.  i,  yeah,  i  accept  your  terms,”  duckie  said,  stepping  forward  with  a  nod and a salute  like  it  was  some  kind  of  official  trade  negotiation.  he  glanced  between  her  and  the  rocks  before  they  crouched  beside  her,  poking  at  a  suspiciously  lichen-covered  patch.  “am  i  meant  to  be  looking  for  any  particular  thing?  because  i  think  i  just  found  a  beetle."  duckie  squinted,  leaning  in  close.  “but  it  might  be  dead.”  he  lightly  flicked  it  off  the  rock  with  his  forefinger  and  thumb,  the  beetle  taking  flight  upon  contact.  “hm. nope.  it  was  alive.”

[boredums]

“  cool!  thank  you  so  much.  ”     cierra  nods  and  salutes  back,  unsure  why  they  were  getting  fancy  with  it,  but  duckie  still  had  an  air  of  authority  in  her  eyes  from  being  her  counselor  that  one  time,  and  her  parents  taught  her  to  respect  all  authority  except  cops.  “  we  are  looking  for  my  initials.  cs.  maybe  a  heart  next  to  them.  ”  they  were  officially  in  this  as  a  team  —  at  least  until  a  beetle  is  mentioned.  her  eyes  snap  to  the  insect  duckie  pokes  at,  and  she  yelps,  falling  back  on  her  ass  when  it  flies  off.  grace  and  elegance  have  left  the  campgrounds. “  ohmygosh.  ”  she  says  all  in  one  breath,  clutching  her  chest.  scrambles  to  get  back  up,  batting  at  the  dirt  on  her  pants.  “  that  thing  was  huge!  what'd  you  say  it  was,  a  beetle?  they  don't  bite,  right?  what  if  it  takes  revenge  'cause  you  messed  with  it?  ”

[wreckstorm]

the  camp  tour  was  going  great.  first  bonfire  looked…  alive  as  ever,  the  smell  of  smoke  and  wood  still  following  him  around,  and  the  campers’  cabin  stayed  the  very  same  through  all  those  years.  he  visited  every  single  one  of  them,  but  cursed  only  the  second  —  the  one  he  was  part  of,  many  years  ago  —  with  fake  spiders  under  every  pillow.  the  kids  will  have  so  much  fun  with  their  first  scream!  he  still  holds  a  fake  spider  on  the  back  of  his  hand  as  he  walks  away,  balancing  the  insect  he  named  freddy  while  walking  around  to  the  next  sightseeing  spot.  his  concentration  on  freddy  is  lost  as  soon  as  cierra  comes  to  be  a  part  of  his  peripheral  vision.  mads  tries  his  best  to  be  quiet  —  as  if  he  ever  learned  how  to  —,  but  ends  up  making  a  noise  five  seconds  in.  “  madam,  fancy  seeing  you  here.  ”  freddy  is  hidden  behind  his  back,  hands  securing  him  tightly.  “  and  are  you  sure?  half?  i  can  help  you  if  you  gimme,  mmmm,  let’s  say  …  ”  one  hand  comes  to  hold  his  chin,  an  inquisitive  and  very  exaggerated  expression  taking  his  face.  two  steps  forward,  one  look  at  the  rocks,  another  two  seconds  of  thoughts.  “  seventy  nine  percent  of  your  secret  gummy  worms.  deal  ?  ”

[boredums]

the  sight  of  mads  would  be  reassuring,  if  he  wasn't  clearly  holding  something  behind  his  back.     her  eyes  narrow  for  a  brief  moment  before  she  decides  to  let  it  be  and  trust  he  wasn't  about  to  throw  a  frog  at  her.  “  did  you  know  i'm  not  supposed  to  be  here,  good  sir?  they  just  gave  me  a  counselor's  shirt  and  let  me  walk  right  on  in.  guess  it's  a  calling  to  work  for  the  summer.  ”  the  next  words  elicit  a  rare  roll  of  her  eyes.  comes  closer  to  him,  enough  that  she  can  very  gently  lean  up  to  flick  his  forehead.  “  let  me  think  about  it  —  no  deal!  i  seem  to  remember  someone  ate  the  entire  bag  of  peach  rings  i  was  gonna  bring,  too.  i'd  say  you  owe  me  a  favor  for  that.  ”  arms  cross  over  her  chest.  there's  an  attempt  at  a  stern  expression  that's  not  particularly  effective.  “  a  favor  like  helping  me  find  my  initials  on  a  big  rock.  i'll  even  throw  in  a  thank  you  after.  ”