campbell "camp" durand

𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖖𝖘

[digitalbeachrave]

i’m barely even alive im just here clicking buttons

[dimorisik]

[robsource]

I know you’re about to start shooting ‘Batman’, any nerves going into that?

[durandtm]

joftw‌:

        SHE’D BEEN KIDDING ABOUT THE REDBULL THING  because that stuff is actually disgusting, but of course camp would drink.  she’s not going to reject it now, especially when she clearly has more than he can drink.   “ hardy har, “   she says sarcastically, nodding at him.   “ but thanks. do you wanna sit ? “ 

      he cracks open the can in her hand and then sits where she offers,   a lopsided smile appearing on his lips.   he clears his throat once as if holding off from mentioning it,   but ultimately says,  “uh,   jo...   you got a little...   something,”   gestures toward her face.

[durandtm]

redgrve‌:

– “UH, PRETTY GOOD, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED,” louis offers the other boy a slight smile to prove it, although it’s hard to be really cheerful these days. granted, he has a lot to be thankful for, and everyone showing up at his door is proving it. “ how’re you doing ? ” 

    he nods again,   this time fervently.   “listen,”   he says,   reaching up to scratch his mess of hair awkwardly before breathing in and getting it out.   “i’m really sorry i didn’t come visit when you were in the uh...   when you were in...”   but he has trouble saying it due to the connection it makes for him about   losing people.   

[jakegyllenhaal]

That ‘70s Show, Red Fired Up (2x24).

[durandtm]

redgrve‌:

open starter / @gallagherstart​

– LOUIS EXPECTED SOME VISITORS AFTER HE GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL WING, but perhaps not this many. it’s sort of weird, he never really felt like he had that many FRIENDS at gallagher, but people have come out of the woodwork, and…perhaps the good thing about all of this is that he does feel less ALONE. how do you process nearly getting killed and fighting for your life just a few yards away ? well, mostly by sleeping a lot, and naturally, his roommates have been giving him some space. when he’s sleeping, he doesn’t have to process anything, and everything hurts anyway. today, he’s pretty sure he’s clocked almost fifteen hours until he’s awoken from his slumber by a knock at the door.

it’s unlike him to answer the door like this, usually he’s got combed hair and a pressed shirt, but he’s in sweatpants and a shirt that’s almost two days old by now, dark circles under his eyes. he still feels strange, although sutton has thanked him for being a hero, told him he should be proud, he still feels sort of…dazed. maybe he just feels lucky not to be dead. 

“ hey, ” his smile is shy, but present, “ you can…come in if you want, but…i haven’t cleaned, ” he frowns. he’s a bit embarrassed to let anyone into a messy room. 

   he walks in since he’s welcome. eyes red, feeling a bit more emotional than he cares to let on. he’s smoking. let people think it’s just a red-eyed high, right? but rather, he hasn’t visited louis, hasn’t been in the hospital or the hospital wing since his mother passed. even when he got into a crash on the campus course, he avoided the hospital wing like the plague. camp clears his throat. “hey,” he says back, their demeanors matching. “how you... how are you?”

[durandtm]

grayroman‌:

@gallagherstart

He’s not exactly sure where his test went wrong, but with the smoke arising from the teeny-tiny explosion he’s created, Roman knows it definitely didn’t go well. He’s shouting down the hall that everything is fine and it’s totally chill and safe, and he winces from the floor at both the fact he landed pretty badly on his elbow, and that it probably wasn’t the best problem to cause at a time like this. “The R&D professor’s gonna be pretty pissed, huh?” he asks to whomever had arrived at the scene, staring at the singular lingering flame above the station he’d hijacked in the labs.

   eyes widen, but camp doesn’t get close. he doesn’t know enough about what just happened. what if it happens again? he thinks maybe to make a mental note of not going into protection because he has no interest in getting hurt himself which means he’s not offering the dude a hand to get up. “how’d you manage that?” camp asks, keeping his distance.

[durandtm]

joftw‌:

             THE PAST THREE DAYS HAVE BEEN A WHIRLWIND of emotion and exhaustion ;  she’s pretty sure the last time she’s felt so drained, it had been finals week at gallagher, during her very first semester.  the last thing she wants to do right now is run into any of the georgetown students, so she holes herself up in the library, the only place she can think they wouldn’t look.  however, because she’s barely slept  ( and it shows on her face )  she doesn’t notice herself dozing while reading her book until she hears something SLAM nearby.  jo jerks her head up, touching her cheek where an imprint of her book now lays.   “ can i help you ? “   she snaps, before realizing how much of an asshole she sounds like.  jo’s shoulders deflate slightly.   “ sorry… you don’t happen to have some sugar on you, do you ?   or a REDBULL ?   i’m trying to finish this chapter, and then the table’s yours if you want it. “   //   @gallagherstart​

      two redbulls in hand. one for when he takes the last sip of the current one. but jo’s pointed question and floury face is too hard to ignore. he contemplates handing her the one that’s almost empty, but he guesses he can be a little nicer. “looks more like i’m helping you,” he says, handing her the red bull.

[durandtm]

lefebvre-leo‌:

He should have found a better place to hide, but despite the size of the school, he knew he was bound to run into someone at some point. And he knew people would have strong feelings about him, about his last name, his brother. He also knew there would be assumptions, about him being a part of the brotherhood somehow, or just being connected to it, when Leo was not even aware of it existing before everybody else, but of course, it wouldn’t sound convincing coming from him. He had managed to be alone for a few minutes, thought himself to be safe until he heard footsteps coming closer behind him. He didn’t even care to turn around, though he sure as hell should watch out for fists, but at this point he didn’t have much of a care in the world about it. || @gallagherstart​

      seeing him stops camp in his tracks. he licks his lips momentarily unsure of whether or not to approach the quiet boy during such uncertain times. after all, someone was bound to act out, lash out, and god help camp if he were on the receiving end. AH,   WELL.   he decides.   fuck it.   “you alright, my dude?”

[kngshxt-deactivated20180831]

i wanna learn how to throw knives so i can throw em like real close n graze somebody to let em know 2 shut the fuck up

[gallaghergossip]

most dramatic ships ??

  the obvious answer is the artist formerly known as class ( @ofclaires​ & @kassamigos​ ) and whenever i try to even think of “ relationships ” at this hormone-fest of a school, i can count them all on my two hands ( and yes i have ten fingers ). and for a bunch of spies, they’re strangely lacking in Drama™. idk, i heard camp ( @durandtm ) screamin’ his lil head off in the dining hall the other day, so maybe him and charlie ( @bishopfm ) ? are they a ship ?? where am i

[gallaghergossip]

WHAT is going on with bishop and camp

      i saw somethin’ the other day…but i still couldn’t tell you what it was. and it seems like they aren’t really sure what in the heck they’re doing either. if anyone has some insider info, my inbox is open 24/7 tysm ( @bishopfm & @durandtm )

[camgirlchalamet]

i’ve never seen a face so pretty

[durandtm]

bishopfm‌:

it’s sudden and, despite demanding for a kiss, bishop hadn’t expected it as quick as it came; perhaps campbell was anticipating the same, ready and prepared to dive straight in. eyes shut the second their mouths met, an arm lifting to wrap around campbell’s shoulders, pulling him in as close as he could while fingers curled into fists around the material of the back of his shirt. he actually remembered their first kiss: leaning for his laptop after that stupid night on the race track, and it happened —- and here they were. blindly, bishop stumbled forward, encouraging the smaller body to walk backwards until his back was up against a wall and charlie had access to the boy’s neck, which he’d peppered kisses down to from the younger male’s lips. god, the words that were threatening to fall from his lips and they’d only just started; bishop was in deep, whether that was a good or bad thing.

         the past is distorted like a funny looking comic strip that he’d read one sunday morning while his dad made eggs, fried them, burnt them, made the whole kitchen wreak and his mother would eat them anyways out of gratitude and one day she even stars to like them. similarly, all of the complicated stuff that ails camp’s mind and fills him with insecurity is something he has grown complicated with, knows how to move past, and now he’s using it like ammo to show the person that he loves that he loves them.

      it’s EUPHORIC, all of it and when their lips begin to connect and reconnect all over each other’s bodies, camp is giving bishop all of him and more. he’s chewing the bottom of his lip as he allows himself to be a bottom all at the same time feeling the pleasure rising like a thermometer’s temperature. there’s so much left to come, physically and literally, but he’s yet to say it, yet to tell bishop that he wants MORE and even if bishop were RELUCTANT to give it to him, he thinks that he could still be honest about what he wants everyday moving forward like there is a secret potion for him to take and bishop is finally giving it to him.

[ocgifs]

THE OC MEME | seven scenes [2/7] ↳ the pot stirrer (3x13)

[durandtm]

ggallcgher‌:

     HUMILITY RADIATES FROM THE BOY, and it’s so openly vulnerable, so easily exploitable, like an open treat chose to sit right in front of her. georgina was never one to say no to subservience, so she offers a smile, a gentle eyebrow raised at him as she explains her drink and its origin succinctly. “ i would assume you’re not a linguistics major, but that would mean i believe they actually teach these things there. ” he doesn’t carry the air of a legacy with him,  has no trace of obliviousness most georgetown kids are plagued with either. georgina’s mind makes quick on recalling the names of the recruits in the academy, what little of their files she accessed while doing her research prior to her return. “ bien sûr, ” she mutters as soon as it clicks, his accent and demeanor a dead giveaway. “ j’sais, t’es le garçon qui vient d’ars-en-ré, non ? ”

      a nod of his head is confirmation that georgina knows her twenty one question answers before they’re asked. camp licks his lips and looks over at her, contemplating whether or not to say what he wants to say. he’s feeling rather INVINCIBLE lately, so he goes for it despite the fact that this girl has killed people three times his size at least. he’s sure of it. she radiates that killed-people-three-times-your-size-energy the same way PINE and BAKED GOODS emit the energy of christmas. “isn’t the TWINK from ars en ré is what you USUALLY refer to me as?” he sits beside her anyway like a dare devil in disguise. “twink’s got a name you know. campbell durand,” he says in a way he thinks that his dad would be proud of but his mom would say is no way to talk to a lady. and honestly, talking to LADIES at gallagher is not something his mom could’ve ever prepared him for. “thin walls,” he says like it’s a perfect explanation of his know-it-all rouse, “there are no secrets at gallagher.” and he sounds like someone else, like a possessed version of himself with CONFIDENCE and SELF ESTEEM but maybe that’s how losing your virginity changes you, camp guesses.