still have you .

don't be a nuisance just kiss me for longer 'cause we have been crying as much as we've laughed. read aloud the letter from last summer so I can recall why I wrote it to you

[fcrays]

chef-clyde​

clyde grinned at feray’s reaction. but then came with a wave of realization that the look in her big brown eyes she was giving him, she was obviously high. “yeah, you’ll say that about anything now, wouldn’t you?” he teased as he wiped the spoon on his apron, before slowly pouring the filling into the pie, before folding over the crust on top, and putting into the oven. “how about this.” he said, as he took the bowl with the filling residue, handing it to her. “if you’re good, i’ll let you lick the bowl clean and i’ll make you the best grilled cheese you’ve ever had.” he winked at her.

“i can do that. i’m really good at that.” she nodded, continuing to lick the bowl he gave her clean. she rocked back and forth as she continued eating, watching him move around the kitchen as if it were a tv show. and to her, it was. there was a beginning, middle, and end to cooking, after all. and no matter what she knew she got a grilled cheese out of it. “excuse me,” she asked after a considerable amount of time of not having attention. she leaned forward and pursed her lips as if asking for a kiss. 

[fcrays]

chef-clyde‌

clyde grinned at feray’s reaction. but then came with a wave of realization that the look in her big brown eyes she was giving him, she was obviously high. “yeah, you’ll say that about anything now, wouldn’t you?” he teased as he wiped the spoon on his apron, before slowly pouring the filling into the pie, before folding over the crust on top, and putting into the oven. “how about this.” he said, as he took the bowl with the filling residue, handing it to her. “if you’re good, i’ll let you lick the bowl clean and i’ll make you the best grilled cheese you’ve ever had.” he winked at her.

“excuse me, i have a very refined palette, even when slightly intoxicated,” she replied, head tilted up with pride, though the look quickly erased from her features when she saw the bowl on its way to her. she grabbed it before taking it away, already running her finger over the bottom and sliding it between her lips, swaying back and forth happily at the fact that she now had an entire bottom of a bowl to herself. her eyes widened yet again at the promise of a grilled cheese. “and what do i need to do to be ‘good’ enough for the grilled cheese that should be rightfully mine.”

[amorefm]

greene’s meeting was different than noah’s orientation. he’d asked to meet one on one with each individual staff member. it wasn’t about educating them, or making introductions. though he hadn’t said as much, he was sure that it had spread through camp now that this was his way of assessing exactly what each counselor did, and how well they did it. a performance review before the season had even started. he called a “come in” at the knock on the heavy oak door, and gestured to the seat in front of him. the bowl of candy that marcia greene, his mother and the camp director of 28 years, had always had on her desk still sat there, but it was empty. “before we begin, this is an informal meeting. nothing you say is going to be documented, or go into any kind of record. we’re just here to talk about your position. i haven’t gotten a chance to meet many staff yet. can you state your job title and tell me a little bit about what you do here at dagwood?” @dagwoodstart​

[fcrays]

why was she so nervous? she had no reason to be. she hadn’t smoked all day, so she didn’t smell like weed, and she was appointed for her role by the last person who had it, which meant there was a reason she deserved it. still, the way he spoke made this all seem too formal. too formal for the dagwood she knew and loved. “i’m feray...i’m the head staff of visual arts so...i plan the activities for the kids of different age groups and give them to the counselors, and i also help with different activities if it requires more hands.” she fidgeted with her fingers. “shouldn’t you know what the jobs do? like...before asking about it?” the question was genuine, and not at all meant in a mean or rude way. 

[powcrz]

“you know what I was thinking? this is crazy– so, like, if you could choose, would you rather, like, know the date of your death– the day you’re gonna die, no way to change it, no matter what it is, or know the cause of your death, like a car accident or something, and nearly pee your pants every time you pull up to an intersection?” if it weren’t for the cover of darkness, one might have noticed his red-rimmed eyes and understood immediately where this was coming from, and why they just ran into him returning from the lake so late at night. that is, if the scent lingering on his clothing didn’t already reveal all they needed to know. he sinks into one of the adirondack chairs surrounding dagwood’s main firepit, head cocking to one side in consideration. “don’t answer that,” he says, “because i just thought of something even crazier.” suddenly overcome by a cough, he bends an elbow to block his mouth. “alright,” he says, offering up the weed to share again. “and– i’m being serious. like, i’m so freaking serious right now. i know everyone thinks i’m out of my mind for considering hotdogs sandwiches. but hear me out on this one: is cereal… a soup? and is there any way – at all – that you could get me into the mess hall right this very second to have some?” @dagwoodstart​

[fcrays]

“okay...okay wait...i’m overwhelmed,” she looked at the ground, at the way the leaves rolled over each other in the wind. if there was no one to rake them, were they just always there? do the dead leaves of the fall never go away until it turns to compost? god, there was just too much to consider. how frustrating. “okay...first thing...i’d wanna know the day i’m gonna die ‘cause then i can be prepared to do a shit ton of stuff before i go. like out with a bang, you know? also means i can do dangerous things and not have to worry about dying.” she tapped her head as if she cracked the code. “second thing,” she took a hit of the blunt they were passing back and forth and held it in, her speech semi-labored as she spoke again. “i’ve heard this before...and i think...soup has to be able to be served hot. and if you serve cereal hot...well...just sounds kinda gross, right?” she nodded. “my turn. the leaves, do you think they ever go away if there’s no one there to rake them?”

[blair-land-deactivated20210206]

“sugar … butter … flour…” as cheesy as it sounded for clyde to do, he repeated the those words in his head as he continued to bake in the mess hall, which they let him do on occasion. he wanted to make sure he got the recipies right in his head, for when he teaches the counselors and the little ones about a new recipie he tried before camp started. deep dish blueberry bacon. did it sound appitizing, who knows? but clyde was able to make it absolutely mouthwatering, he hoped anyway. he dipped a spoon into his filling before tasting it. the crust was ready to go into the oven, he was just waiting for the filling. “needs more sugar.” he said to himself as he grabbed for another teaspoon of sugar, just as he heard someone step into the kitchen doors. “hey, just in time.” he said whisking in the sugar, while looking up. “i need somoene to try this for me.” clyde dipped a second spoon into the filling before holding it up for the person to taste. @dagwoodstart​

[fcrays]

if there was anything feray loved, it was watching clyde work. or, more specifically, watching clyde talk to himself. she sat on the counter, slightly buzzed from the joint she’d just shared with kj, and ready to devour the entire kitchen. or, more specifically, whatever it was clyde was concocting in the kitchen that night. getting with someone who knew how to cook, why hadn’t she thought of it before? she smiles when he asked if she wanted a taste, and leaned forward to take a bite, looking him in the eyes as she did so, then straightening her back again and nodding. “so fucking good. more please.” and she parted her lips again. 

[fcrays]

👗🌻🎒

do you have a summer “uniform”?

“my only uniform for the summer is comfort and color, baby!”

what’s your summer aesthetic?

“feel like the last question can answer this too.”

if you could go anywhere on holiday over the summer where would you go?

“i wish my car could go on water...i’d go to...somewhere tropical. and warm. all the time. i’ll have to settle with socal for now, though.”

[fcrays]

👖 🗒 🤽‍♀️

what’s your favourite summer outfit?

“okay so i have a couple. i have like...this little yellow sundress that’s super cute, but i also have my tie dye overalls that i made with my campers last summer. those with a crop top? iconic.”

do you have a summer to-do list?

“god, yes. there’s so much i wanna do this summer. but i think the number one thing is to successfully lead a group of campers on a nature hike to collect their own supplies from the wild. the other is to get high with the new guy in charge. i’m a simple guy with a simple dream.”

what’s your favourite summer activity?

“i love kayaking! or doing anything on the water. i’m so lucky there’s the lake right there every summer.”

[fcrays]

bubblegum, peach, key lime

books or movies?

“movies. always.” 

how do you relax?

“if i can’t smoke up, i tend to curl up in a ball under my blankets and just let the world go away for a bit.” 

where do you want to be right now?

“i’m exactly where i want to be right now!” 

[fcrays]

toasted coconut, butter pecan

the beach or the pool?

“are you kidding? the beach! anyone who answers the pool is a wuss.” 

favorite songs for life?

“i can’t stop listening to like...anything by king princess.”

[biolcgical]

summer asks ☀️

🍹- what’s your go-to cold drink?

🗓- what are your summer plans?

🌳- do you like to study outdoors?

👗- do you have a summer “uniform”?

✈️- beach holiday or city break?

🍦- ice cream or ice lolly?

❄️- do you prefer summer or winter?

💛- what do you like most about the summer?

☕️- iced coffee or cold brew?

👙- are you usually in the pool or on a deckchair at the side?

😡- do you sunburn easily?

👖- what’s your favourite summer outfit?

🗒- do you have a summer to-do list?

🎞- are there any summer movies you’re planning to see?

🌭- picnic or barbecue?

🌻- what’s your summer aesthetic?

🍨- what’s your favourite ice cream flavour?

🎉- what are you looking forward to most this summer?

📚- are you planning to study over the summer or just relax?

🎒- if you could go anywhere on holiday over the summer where would you go?

⛺️- camping or road trip?

🤽‍♀️- what’s your favourite summer activity?

feel free to add more!!

[fcrays]

[kotsume]

ice cream asks

[warm-suggestions]

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

french vanilla: how old are you?

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

bubblegum: books or movies?

pistachio: manga or anime?

salted caramel: favorite movies?

birthday cake: favorite books?

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

black cherry: four words that describe you?

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

dark chocolate: turn ons?

fudge: turn offs?

peach: how do you relax?

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

superman: do you like sweaters?

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

[leomlarson]

RIVER HAD MISSED THIS. she sat on the end of a dock, hands behind her to prop herself up, feet dangling off the edge but not quite touching the water. sunset was coming on quickly and she watched the light move over the water as the sun moved. she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. “ god, this is amazing. i’ve been waiting for this all year. ” bringing her head back up, she scooted forward a bit so that her toes touched the water. unaccustomed to the cold of the lake, she hissed and moved them quickly. “ shit, that’s cold. ” eyes lighting up with mischief, she looked at the person next to her and said after a pause, “ i’ll jump in if you will. ” @dagwoodstart​

[fcrays]

okay, so she knew this was weird, but the smell of camp was her favorite. something about the old wood mixed with the musty lake just brought back memories she never wanted to forget. one of which being her best friend, and how much they’d gotten close there. as she walked alone through the path that led to the lake, leaved and twigs crackling beneath her feat, her heart warmed as soon as she caught sight of her. the limited phone access was one of her favorite things about the summer, it made running into people a treat, because it was rarely planned. she sat beside her friend, who already knew it was her it seemed, and smiled as she looked over at her, her mischievous look only reflected in feray. “deal.” she immediately began taking off her sneakers and socks. “if you chicken out on me i’ll never forgive you.”

[brivrs]

          ‘ has nobody snuck any alchohol into this place yet ??! these fucking kids are already pissing me off… ’

[fcrays]

“i don’t have alcohol...but i may have something better if you need some relaxation help.”

[archiefms]

Elliot all but collapses face first — the couch in the staff lounge rank to say the least. ( He’s heard rumors, after all. Of spills, and sex, and vomit – all provided by the counselors of years past. The unmentionable stains suddenly seeming too disgusting to consider. Surely they should’ve tossed this old thing out years ago? ) Though, after the particularly involved afternoon he’s had … he’s in need of a blissfully long nap wherever he first lands. ( And maybe a hit off a joint if the opportunity presents itself. ) He lifts his head momentarily, his gaze bleary. “— Tell me the truth,” He implores, “Do the kids somehow seem – I mean, I don’t know – worse this year…? Or am I just, like, having a bad day?” Eli shakes his head. “Granted, dodgeball might’ve been a bad idea to begin with… but I swear, it’s like they were aiming for my face.” 

[fcrays]

the day week of camp was always the most tiring. at least for feray, who felt like she needed to be organized and put together, when she was anything but. this was her first year as head of staff, and she had some pretty big shoes to fill. she was close to the last person with her position, and felt as though she could never do her justice. still, it was always exciting to see the new and familiar faces that walked through with their little bags and fresh tears from saying goodbye to mom and dad. she found reprieve, and air conditioning, in the staff lounge. curled up on a chair, rolling something she should not be rolling in the staff lounge. “somehow, i blame the growing popularity of tiktok. i bet you ten dollars one of those was recording, you’ll find your face on your for you page by next week. do you need ice?”