#camp magic

[necromancerbatman]

The thing about camp is that it gave me the most unreasonable love of pinecones, like I see one and I'm just filled with us fathomable joy now and I'll be damned if any of my friends have any clue what the hell is with the love in my eyes when I gaze at a particularly beat up pinecone

[elegantcreatornerd]

[ditchtheritual-blog]

One thing I’ve read a lot of lately and put a lot of stock into is the idea that anything is magic if you decide it’s magic... any little daily ritual or act can be magic if you intend for it to be. That does beg one question though: is unintentionalish magic a thing?

At my summer job, we concluded every week with a special ceremony. The ceremony involved taking a small piece of wood from a fallen branch and placing a small white candle on it, then decorating it with symbols and words of your choosing. After everyone had one of these little boat-like things, we would all go out onto the lake, light the candle, and place the wood into the water so it floated. As we did so, we were instructed to make a wish as the rest of the group sang. The wish, we were told, must be something that was possible (no making someone randomly vanish or a million dollars appear by your bed one night), and it worked best if you helped it along, but the magic would do a lot to help you out.

It was a fun summer ceremony to most people, but I realized pretty late on that it was pretty magical, really. With most people not taking it too seriously, but still doing it solemnly and making wishes with full hope (and some belief) that they would be realized... did everyone do a big magic spell together?

[nightcrawlerjay]

Story time

Let me tell you about this one time at camp

So I worked at this one camp for a couple of years in the summer. In the off season and the school year before the third year I worked there, I happened to get a rough understanding of how tarot cards work, and how to do a basic reading.

Now, to fully understand this particular anecdote, you have to understand that I both did some genuine exploring of paganism and related traditions, and that I am a psychology major who knows exactly how easy it is to fuck with people. So the tarot cards aren’t something I’d make fun of, or discount, or disrespect, but as I personally don’t really connect to them or feel like I’m doing anything magical with them, I’m cool with using them for entertainment.

And at camp, there’s not a lot of stuff to do, and I was in a subset of the camp with less people and it was raining. There’s only really one building, so basically every staff member was hanging out in or around our conference room, where the computers and laptops were usually kept. I think there might have been a thunderstorm warning, so the internet was kind of a no go, so I got to talking with another staff member about paganism, and it turned out she also kinda liked tarot cards. I ran out to get my set (in the fucking rain too) and we started playing around with them.

Yo, that night was so fucking weird. Like, there’s a lot of wiggle room in interpretation when it comes to tarot cards. And if you know anything about anyone you can pretty much twist it that way. But holy shit, I did a couple for some friends who were really up for it, and every card you would want to come up, came up for them. A friend with a romantic decision had all the relevant cards come up. A woman with her husband in the hospital got all the ‘be strong, it’ll be fine’ cards.

Everybody knows that person who’s a born skeptic. Who wants to test it out himself and prove it wrong. Hell, I am that person sometimes. I had the delight of pulling cards for three of them, who ‘‘asked the deck’‘ a question they wouldn’t tell me. And they totally could have lied to me afterwards about what the question was, but the fucking cards showed them related answers, I swear. I specifically remember pulling like 8 cards out of twelve out of the suit of pentacles for this one guy, which is a suit that deals with success in mostly the financial/career arena. I asked him at least three times if it was about a goal, or about money, and he said no during the reading, so i thought the mojo was gone and I was going to end up a little humiliated. I felt bad, and annoyed, but whatever right? It’s basically chance. After, he told me what the question was: ‘‘Will I be financially independent’‘. Ha. HAHAHA. WTF.

And that was the last time I used those cards.

[shannchow]

Camp Magic

I really like Camp Magic. It’s my kind of holiday camp, that is if I’m still 3. I was a high energy kid always running around.

The Nexus International School premises is big with facilities like an indoor gym, two playgrounds, plenty of auditoriums, many clean bathrooms and a real Olympic size swimming pool. Honestly I haven’t hear of the school till now. But I’m so tempted to send Samuel there.

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[sogayking]

CAMP MAGIC

SanUso OR UsoSan? HMMMM? A fic I'm working on. AU. THE IDEA CAME TO ME SHUT UP IT'S CALLED CAMP MAGIC THERE ARE REASONS.

“How long had it been…since you really felt happy? I mean seriously.”

They only just crossed paths once in a while during his school years, but for some reason the brunette couldn’t shake him from his mind. A golden haired, handsome, icy cold stare oh-I-wanna-get-me-some-of-that kind of guy. He was a popular kid. Maybe that’s what made him so desirable…so untouchable. The hopeless fool of an artist couldn’t even look at him that long without getting shoved into some lockers by his groupies.

It wasn’t that Usopp didn’t stand out. At least in his opinion, he stood out for the wrong reasons. He sighed, glancing around at the various bus stops at the terminal. Not exactly what the fresh out of school art teacher expected as his first gig but hey, who was he to complain coming from nothing? He read the paper:

Bus stop # 19283

Time: 3:00pm

Camp magic

Camp magic really, could they have been any more creative? Usopp groaned, wiping his face with his hand. “Maybe it’ll be fun. Oh yeah, tons of fun. Babysitting and finger painting with a bunch of rich kids who know nothing about art…”

He wasn’t helping to convince himself that this was going to be any better. He glanced around again, squinting as the sun hit his eyes, raising a hand to block it. There it was. It was that fucking bus stop. You’d think they would be color coded or something sheesh. Then again maybe the summer heat was just getting to him. He wandered closer, and groaned as he got close to the bus. Was it the wrong one? Where were all the kids?