#atticusevent004

[cadewxlls-blog]

“Fuck you, zine,” Cade grumbled, laying back on the giant boulder that had become his hiding spot in the woods. Since the camping trip started, Cade had been having a fun time. He’d met great people, hooked up with a few, and had fun. Now? Cade needed a one way ticket out. The secret he’d had kept buried was out and the moment he figured that out, Cade went into hiding. He didn’t want the questions. Didn’t want the assumptions. No one knew what happened, no one would understand. And Cade hated most of all the itching urge to RUN. Because what did he do better than run from his problems? The moment things got too tough, Cade escaped. He never stuck around when things got complicated, never let himself get caught up in everything. But was he really supposed to leave Atticus again? Leave his best friend. Leave the people that were starting to grow on him? Things had been going so well till the zine fucked him over.

[wtylerf-blog]

“Can you please stop poking? It actually hurts you know?” Tyler didn’t even know who it was. He was just trying to get some rest in his tent when some decided to walk in. Honestly, he was just feeling in such a bad condition that he didn’t want to come out. He didn’t even know why he came in the first place. “Anyway why did you come here?”

[finncallaghan]

In his early youth, back in the days of hoodies yanked up over his face, of playing hooky, of cigarettes and cans of spray paint tucked in with his tap shoes in his school bag, Finn had thrown the word ‘buzzed’ around to describe any incident than left him feeling even slightly elated. But now, lying on the forest floor, his eyes tracing the curves of constellations above him as Bowie blasted through the headphones of his MP3, he truly understood the meaning of the word. Finn had popped pills on many an occasion; nowadays there was a pill for almost everything -- to pick you up, to calm you down, to allow you to release your inhibitions just enough to have a good time. The last time he had taken MDMA had been the night he kissed Pearl and screwed Imogen, and aside from temporarily fracturing a few friendships, he’d otherwise been fine. But, perhaps the combination of half an ecstasy tablet and a handful of painkillers taken earlier that day had brought him closer to the edge of elation than strictly advised. “Oh, Jasyus Christ,” Finn whispered, a low whoop sounding from his throat as he ran his hands through the leaves beneath him, Space Oddity lulling him into a haze. “Jaysus fucking shat on a stick, that fucking chord progression, fuck me--”

[imflcres-blog]

text ✉ open

Imogen: am i allowed to sleep the whole day or do i have to actually do something for this camping trip?

[astridfvckarchive-blog]

After finally finishing a sketch, she sat at the edge of the shore while watching the waves would go back and forth, coming near her to touch her feet then moving back. She could stare at the view all day, but she was also in the mood for something else. Turning her head to any nearby people, she showed a smile before asking, “Hey, wanna join me for a swim? The water looks pretty nice today.”

[caspiancalloway-blog]

@hildegaards

his stomach had been in knots since those text messages were exchanged, unsure of what was going to happen the moment they were face to face. unfortunately, they didn’t have much time to calm themselves before the camping trip. caspian was sat in a beach chair by the campsite, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips and knee bouncing wildly. it wasn’t until he spotted that familiar figure that he stood up, almost as if he was not in control of his own actions. “hej snygging,” he called out with a smirk.

[leviwhitmore]

"Ah," he paused, standing outside his cabing with a cigarette in hand. The sun blinding him for a brief second, Levi squinted. "The Satanic ritual begins at dusk, I hope you have your sacrifice ready. Finn's currently tied up ready to go."

[milliganmemories]

Sparking her lighter, Bradley set flame to the corner of the sweater in hand and dropped it into a muddy mess on the woodland floor. “Feel free to pitch in. For every time this guy tried to grab my ass I’m burning his shit.” She paused to dust a fleck of dirt from the folds of her oversized ‘River Donovan ate this ass’ t-shirt. “So far I’m on four.”