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i’m back just to make a quick unofficial announcement that i am sort of considering this blog retired. i don’t watch stitchers anymore and as there’s really no chance of a new season it’s unlikely i’d come back here to post any type of content. 

i’ve had such a good time on this blog and tbh this fandom helped me find a really amazing friend so <3 thank you guys!

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I know I’ve been absent from this fandom since season 2 but I wanted to write a little thing here as it’s officially the end. 

I knew it was the end from the moment season 3 was announced since everyone had fought so hard for a season 3, and I’d absolutely accepted it by then. I’ve moved on and become more attached to different shows and book series so I’m perfectly happy to love those. 

That being said, this was the fandom where I met meet Dee, and that kept me occupied and distracted during a rough part of my life, so thank you guys. I love you so much <3 

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if we go down, then we go down together

I don’t know what this hot mess is, but I know it’s for Dee. Love youuu <3 

we were staying in paris to get away from your parents we’ll get away from everything let’s show them we are better 

Their little rented room overlooks a street in a small town in the pretty French countryside. Camille wasn’t sure of the name, just that it was lovely and magical like the old buildings or the winding streets or the ivy-blanketed walls, some rural place out of a fairytale. They had everything and nothing to do. The days stretched out in a long summer haze (it felt like it must be a dream, too good to ever be a reality she lives) and she and Cameron did nothing but wander, eating good food, exploring the town and the wide open spaces beyond the town, and dancing in the streets at night. 

It was all a condition of Cameron’s illness. She tries not to think about it - barely seven years old and she’d been flung from a life of neglect into one of late hospital nights pleading for the life of a boy she’d never thought she’d love. Camille knew she’d been the Goodkins’ last attempt to give their son a normal life. They’d tried to love her, and maybe they did, but it had never mattered. As her old life crumbled she’d clung to Cameron, the one person left in the world who dared to show her any sort of affection, and claimed him as her new family.

They’d both fought and suffered and begged for more freedom. Cameron had always been quieter about it, never wanting to upset his parents. Camille had been loud. Where he couldn’t fight she had, clawing for every inch of freedom she felt he deserved; after all, if he had to live so close to death, why did he have to waste his days trapped in a house? Except the answer was always no. He was too weak, she was being too unreasonable, and they both needed to be quiet and stay at home. 

Until, of course, Cameron’s father was arrested. 

In the years afterwards Camille used every guilt trip she knew with his mother. Cameron was finally doing better, wasn’t he? And they deserved it, didn’t they? And so, at nineteen, they bought passports, packed as little as possible, and ran away with his mother’s blessing and a nearly endless budget that Camille only felt slightly guilty for. 

Two and a half sleepy months had passed. His mother had contacted them a few times - mostly to make sure Cameron was alive, Camille thought - before she’d seemed to realize that maybe they wouldn’t be ready to come home as soon as she’d hoped. That maybe the next dive into a world of academics and politics wasn’t what either of them wanted. It didn’t matter to her. She’d never felt the need to impress Mrs. Goodkin the way Cameron had. 

Camille held tight to Cameron’s hand as he led her, laughing, to some little pastry shop they’d managed to never find before even after having been in town for nearly three weeks. “They’re amazing.” he declared, selecting two pastries and carefully placing one in her hands. “I can’t believe we never tried any of the food here.” 

This was what family was supposed to be, she thought, as he watched her try her food with a stupidly adorable expression of hope. Camille took a bite and then rewarded him with a huge, genuine grin. “Oh, wow, these are better than your croissants.” 

He gasped. “I’m wounded. I’d like to think after nearly three months in a country know for its croissants, I’d be a master at making them.” 

“You would be, except you’re just too stingy with the butter. You know, the part that actually makes them taste good.”

He emitted another noise like he’d just been horrifically insulted, and she giggled and reached for his hand to pull him back out into the streets. “Come on,” she insisted as they wove through the crowd, “We can go see the sunset from that hill we found the other day.”

“The hill that involved a long trek through a field of possibly irritable cows?” at her nod, he looked hesitant but gallantly said, “If it’s what you want, I’ll brave the cows.” 

“Oh, my hero.”

It was something about the evening, the soft glow in between the chaos of the day and the drunken haze of the night, that always made her wonder if they’d chosen the right thing. Perched on a wooden fence, Cameron’s hand against hers as they stared at the molten sunset, Camille swung her legs back and forth and tried not to dwell on what it meant for either of them. “Do you think anyone’s proud of us?” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

She shrugged, eyes fixed stubbornly on the horizon. “I don’t know. Us, here, throwing away our potential to run rampant in a foreign country because life was hard when we were kids, and because I didn’t want you to go without doing something like this first.” 

“Oh, Cupcake.” she felt an arm go around her shoulders, achingly familiar, and leaned into him. “You know I’m not leaving you.” 

“I know.” she didn’t, and she knew she’d never have that guarantee. “Still, you’re so smart. I’m keeping you away from all that.” 

He was quiet for a while, as the last bits of bright evening light faded. “No one else in the world deserves this life more than you.” he told her. “And, honestly, I wanted it too. My whole life was nothing but my parents and well-meaning suffocation. It won’t be forever, but if you want to spend a few months or years, even, ‘running rampant’ - ” she glared at his imitation of her voice, elbowing him in the ribs, “ - then that’s what we’ll do.”

“And you don’t care what any of the ridiculous fancy rich friends of your mom think?” 

“I never would. I’d rather be here with you. We’ve got plenty of time for success once we’re done having adventures.”

“Okay.” she agreed, and the feeling of joy she’d become familiar with from the first moment they’d gotten off the plane swelled in her chest. “Just you and me.” 

if we go down, then we go down together they’ll say we could do anything, let’s show them we are better

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emmaishta: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s official! SO STOKED for my two wonderful friends @somethingstef and @kyleharrison their engagement. 12 years together already and many more years of joy to come! So much love here ❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍💍💍💍🎉🎉🎉🍾🍾🍾💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼yayyyyy!!!

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#FriendshipGoals

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I feel bad but the idea of a camsten episode doesn’t do it for me??? like... tbh I think I’d rather just watch shadowhunters and then spend the next hour blogging/chatting about that online instead of watching stitchers

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a concept; someone asks camille if she is okay and actually helps her rather than unloading their own emotional baggage onto her or yelling at her

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Bakersfield

When she’s just four, they move out of the house. 

Looking back, of course, she realizes that it wasn’t much better than the little trailer they end up in - it was just a shabby apartment building. Still, it had two whole rooms, big, proper-sized rooms. The trailer is small and cramped and hot. In hundred degree summers, it’s unbearable. 

Theo cries every night for a week, and Camille tries her hardest not to do the same. When her parents think the two kids are asleep, they grumble about money, jobs, and adult stuff she can’t quite understand. 

After a few weeks, the grumbling turns to arguing, and either one bothers to wait until the children are too far away to hear. 

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Stitchers Fic recs

Because, contrary to popular belief, I actually read things instead of spending all my free time being trash. 

Keep reading

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Just wanted to add a quick, important addition to this post; 

Title: the entirety of fic on Dee’s blog (yes, this includes the incredible Stranger Things fic, go read it rn)

Ratings: All of them because I dragged Dee into a friends with benefits au at one point, ooops

Summary: Dee will forever have the most beautiful way with words that will make you simultaneously be in tears over how sad one moment is and laughing over how funny the next is. 

My Two Cents: Just read everything, honestly. Each AU is thought out so well and has so much love put into it that you can’t help but want to read more. 

Everything is here, from hurt/comfort canon fics to fix-it fics to aus you never knew you needed. 

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@ the stitchers writers: that’s not a dexter? that’s not even close to being a dexter????? honestly get your shit together

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S3E1 fill-in mini fic

Featuring: Why Cameron was holding that pillow, Dee Trash Remix. | Cameron while Camille was in Blair’s clutches | Some more resolution for Nina. 

All with complimentary side dishes of: CamCam are Platonic Soulmates & Dee is Overlord of the hurt/comfort trash pile. 

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#worried cameron

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@dee-brief

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aaaand we’re back

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Camille in Out of the Shadows

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I can’t talk to Dee about the ep since she hasn’t seen it so; Camille whispering into Cameron’s ear and the two of them detained for days hanging out and making crepes aND THE CONCERN WHEN SHE WAS AT GUNPOINT AND HOW HE WAS THE ONLY ONE TO REACH OUT AND TOUCH HER TO COMFORT HER WHEN BLAIR LET GO BYE

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stitcherstv "Camanda at your service.“ - @AnnaAkana #AnnaTakeover #Stitchers

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ShadowhuntersTV: Katherine McNamara, Alberto Rosende, & Emeraude Toubia explain what stitching is in 20 seconds… And it's hilarious. Don't miss the epic Stitchers Season 3 premiere TOMORROW after Shadowhunters at 9/8c on Freeform.

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make a dragon wanna retire, man