Cam has MOVED @storiesonthewind - Tumblr Blog

[PSA: MOVING BLOGS]

So, I finally caved and have converted one of my blogs into a multi-muse blog. This blog will linger for a while while I shift content (pictures, headcanons, archived threads, etc), slowly but surely, but I will not be reblogging anything more to this particular blog. If you still would like to interact with Cam and see what he’s up to, he can now be found at xjenesaispas.

Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to save or any threads you’d like to drop.

#PSA #queue

storiesonthewind

[PSA: MOVING BLOGS]

So, I finally caved and have converted one of my blogs into a multi-muse blog. This blog will linger for a while while I shift content (pictures, headcanons, archived threads, etc), slowly but surely, but I will not be reblogging anything more to this particular blog. If you still would like to interact with Cam and see what he’s up to, he can now be found at xjenesaispas.

Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to save or any threads you’d like to drop.

#PSA #queue

storiesonthewind

[PSA: MOVING BLOGS]

So, I finally caved and have converted one of my blogs into a multi-muse blog. This blog will linger for a while while I shift content (pictures, headcanons, archived threads, etc), slowly but surely, but I will not be reblogging anything more to this particular blog. If you still would like to interact with Cam and see what he’s up to, he can now be found at xjenesaispas.

Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to save or any threads you’d like to drop.

#psa #queue

storiesonthewind

[PSA: MOVING BLOGS]

So, I finally caved and have converted one of my blogs into a multi-muse blog. This blog will linger for a while while I shift content (pictures, headcanons, archived threads, etc), slowly but surely, but I will not be reblogging anything more to this particular blog. If you still would like to interact with Cam and see what he’s up to, he can now be found at xjenesaispas.

Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to save or any threads you’d like to drop.

#PSA #will reblog this a few more times

[PSA: MOVING BLOGS]

So, I finally caved and have converted one of my blogs into a multi-muse blog. This blog will linger for a while while I shift content (pictures, headcanons, archived threads, etc), slowly but surely, but I will not be reblogging anything more to this particular blog. If you still would like to interact with Cam and see what he's up to, he can now be found at xjenesaispas.

Please let me know if there's anything you'd like me to save or any threads you'd like to drop.

#ooc #PSA #will likely reblog this a few more times

stunningpicture

So I woke up to this out front

thechronicleofshe

*rolls up sleeves* welp, time to become a witch

brynja-storm-deactivated2015022

That’s not a murder, that’s a massacre.

#feathered friends

[✈]

I do thoroughly apologize for my lack of activity on this account. I've had little to no muse for Cam as of late, and little drive for my other muses. I blame mid-winter blues, really.

That being said, I'm going to try to attempt to get things back on track soon. To the people I owe, y'all have the patience of saints.

#OutOfStories

fuckyeahmilesmcmillan

#fc #a feather in my queue

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Miles McMillan for H&M Denim’13 ph| Dan Jackson

#fc #a feather in my queue

fuckyeahmilesmcmillan

Miles McMillan backstage @ Paul Smith Menswear a/w 13

#fc #a feather in my queue

storiesonthewind

Trainhop

eternallybeekind-blog

Boy?

The mortal frowned but didn’t say anything, buttoning his lips instead. “Good then you do not mind sharing it.” His voice had hardened somewhat with wariness though his gaze was still curious especially as the other man rose. Beryl eyes watched curiously as the other limped over, immediately looking down at the injured leg. “What happened to you?” There was a tinge of concern in his voice, his innate ability to care overriding his better judgement. It promptly dried up as his friendliness and origin was called out, brow furrowing so severely it cleaved his forehead in two.

"Well I am not so sure now.” The younger man gave a scoff and tilted his chin up, turning on his heel as he sauntered over to the other side of the freight. “You’re quite rude. But I suppose I can forgive you because you have just woken up.” Brant tossed his hat over into the far corner and pulled his loot from his pockets. The wine was brought out with a teasing flourish, briefly extended towards his traveling companion before he sat cross legged on the dusty cargo floor.

"Traveling by train is so exciting, no," he asked absently as he started in on opening the bottle, struggling to get at the cork. "Everything is one big blur. You only know where you end up."

storiesonthewind

Cam actually winced when his rudeness was called out, an embarrassed grimace crossing his features. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it." He fumbled for a moment, before looking over at Brant with a flustered smile. "I'm just a little... well, wary. People like me, well, we're not exactly welcomed, what with the stories of stealing and placing curses on people. It's unexpected to see a friendly face." Clearly, he was regretting his previous statement on the young man's origin.

Blinking, his attention went to his leg, staring as if he'd forgotten entirely that it had been injured. "Oh! I fell out of a tree." The lie rolled off of his tongue, as it really wasn't that far from the truth. "Before you ask what I was doing in a tree... I thought I saw an apple. Don't have a lot of coin for food, thought I'd climb a tree after an imaginary apple instead." Slowly, he eased himself into a seated position on the floor of the car, looking intently at his new companion.

"Oh, I agree. Traveling by train is such a wonder. So many stories to pick up... Oh! My name is Cameron. You can call me Cam, though." A fingerless-gloved hand was held forward, extended in offering of a handshake.

#eternallybeekind

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Miles Mcmillan | Hilfiger Denim F/W 13.14 Lookbook

#fc #a feather in my queue

secretlypsychometricarchive

“You are!” She huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. Perhaps she’s beginning to act somewhat like a petulant child, but she’s ready to win this argument by anyway possible. “Yes, I do. And there’s no problem with that.” Ara frowned at his laugh, wondering if it was directed toward her. “I’m not angry.” Her tone and posture would suggest differently. “Just a bit frazzled. I just wanted a story.”

"Ah, but sometimes the mind of the reader is even crueler than the mind of the writer." The girl’s expression soured. Perhaps she should have just let the stranger bowl her over and then disappear on his merry way. "The whole point of a story is going through the journey with the characters, not making it up for yourself." Perhaps arguing with him was pointless. "Simplicity can be nice, but stories are made to be flashy. To escape the redundancy of real life."

storiesonthewind

"Well, it's not my intention to be difficult!" The tiniest note of annoyance found its way into his voice, though he recovered quickly. "I never said there was anything wrong with liking stories with a happy ending. It was just a question." Lips curved in a bit of a frown. Cam was starting to wonder just how this conversation had gone so south, jolted from his musings by her next words.

"True, but that's up to the reader, isn't it? If they wish to make the story a cruel one, that's on them. Not the writer." His eyebrows arched sharply at the description of what a story was supposed to entail. "It seems we have very, very different definitions of what a story is and isn't. "If every story was flashy, the world would be a terribly drab and boring place! Some mundane stories are needed so the fantastical is that much more so!"

#secretlypsychometric #;this is hideously late and I apologize

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Glancing over her shoulder, Erika noted his surprise. ”Please, I’ve spent the last forty years of my life with this circus. I’m the most human of all of them and that isn’t saying much. After awhile, you learn the tells. It isn’t hard for me to pick out a supe in a crowd.”

She nodded at his answer. Shapeshifters could be complicated, the title encompassing many different supes. Even werewolves could fall under that umbrella though they would hate to be thought of that way. ”Yes I am. Head witch, manager and chief of facilities. I also keep the bloody ringmaster in line which really should be a job in and of itself.”

storiesonthewind

Cam couldn't help but blink. Forty years was just a blip in comparison to his own timeline, yet he couldn't help but be astounded by this woman. "Forty years? Well, might I be so bold as to say you look quite stunning for your age?" His lips curled into another grin, a soft shake of his head. "I had no idea I had a tell. What was it? I haven't met many who know I'm not human from a glance."

His questions were silenced as she spoke once more, expression one of rapt attention as he listened to her. "That sounds like a handful. It also sounds like one hell of a story." A gentle tug was administered to her hand, his own body moving simultaneously so he was in front of her, an attempt made at eye contact. "Can you tell me more?"

#welcomebackmyfriends