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thatbanditqueen · 1 year

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Jam Session @ Graceland

A short snippet from Chapter 4 of No One Walks Out On Big Daddy, dedicated to @whositmcwhatsit because she puts up with me and makes me blush when she shines her brilliance my way and @stylespresleyhearted because she MADE this beautiful mood board for me and is the sweetest baby girl in the world..... and for @woundmetender and @powerofelvis because without them i am nothing... and anyone ever who reads or comments or likes or reblogs because your support and thoughts make this work what it is good, or bad... it’s your fault not mine see what your love makes me do (yes i both relate to elvis and want to fuck him....)

Listen to this song to set the mood

Warnings: Excessive fluff and some jealousy

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The chords from George Jones’ and Tammy Wynette’s hit duet “Something to Brag About” met Elvis ears as he thumped downstairs, and he stood at the entry of the den, noting the three empty beers on the coffee table and watching Becky take a sip from her beer as Charlie’s finger played the guitar while he sang,

But I've got something to brag about Something to brag about Something to brag about in you

Becky held her drink, closing her eyes as she sang out Tammy’s verse vigorously to the green carpeting above her head, the deep emotion in her voice warmed Elvis entire body as he watched her with the keen eye of a voyeur. He felt the prickle of desire buzz along the back of his neck as he gazed at her singing and bouncing up and down freely. The curls on top of her head seemingly had a life of their own, animated by the intensity of her delivery. He liked the feeling of power he got watching her from doorway, knowing she had no idea he was there, she wasn’t responding or performing for him. Just existing in the world as the free spirit that she was.

When you're with the fellas, I know You start braggin' 'bout My hour glass figure and my big brown eyes

Becky giggled, moving her hands over her body as she sang.

Then a you tell your girlfriends 'bout my Sweet, sweet lov—‘

Just as Charlie started to sing the word lovin’ he looked at the door and gulped, his hands froze while the last chord still reverberated through the den’s acoustics. He knew the power of that star all too well, and the horror on his face showed his recognition.

Becky turned her head upside down, leaning back over the wooden serpent armrest, that second beer had made her back impervious to its hard ridges. A goofy smile spread across her upside down lips.

“Heyyyyy daddy!”

Elvis stepped forward, towering above her. His jowls hanging down as he tousled Becky’s hair from above, then pulled her single dress strap up the side of her shoulder from where it threatened to slip off and release Becky’s heaving bosom.

“Mmhmmm … hey baby…don’t let me interrupt y’all…” The edge in his tenor went over Becky’s head as she giggled, a dreamy look on her face as she blew a kiss up at him,.

Leaning back as she was, Becky missed Charlie’s nervous glance at Billy, and she pulled herself up, slapping Charlie’s knee. “C’mon Decatur,where were we.”

“Ummm, uh… I uh, forget how it goes from here…” Charlie coughed out.

Elvis staggered around the sofa behind Charlie, leaning down on his hands at the back of the couch. “Hmmm….. maybe it’s time ta let a professional take over…?”

Becky guffawed, slamming down her beer on the coffee, she raised her hands out for the guitar. “Don’t let him talk to ya that way, Charlie… I can play if you... if you forget how it goes from here….” Charlie shot Becky a weak grin, and leaned over to hand her the guitar as he shakily stood up.

“Thanks darlin, but uhhh, need to use the John anyhow… y’all go on with out me….” Charlie twisted to look over his shoulder as Elvis plopped down in one of the large arm chairs across from the sofa. Billy sat in the other one, his face was blank and inscrutable as he nodded at his cousin, and squeezed Jo’s shoulder where she leaned into him from the green carpet.

Becky looked down at her hands, finding the chords on the neck of the guitar, then smiling at the others as she strumming lightly. Her voice was solemn and sad as it lifted up into “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Old,” pausing at the chorus to yell out, “C’mon on y’all, sing it with me….”

The night they drove old Dixie down And the bells were ringing The night they drove old Dixie down And the people were singing They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"

Jo joined in exuberantly, and elbowed Billy into singing. Elvis grinned, and pulled out a cigarillo, waiting as Billy paused his “na na nas” to hastily jump up and light Elvis’ cigar.

Becky laid the guitar down on the couch next to her when she finished the sing and stood, walking around the coffee table to sit on Elvis’ lap. He looked up at her, blowing his cigar smoke to the side,

“Dontcha know… that’s a man’s song?”

“Hmmm…” Becky purred as Elvis belly bounced into her and she leaned into his face, her fingers edging around Elvis’ cigar, pulling it out of his grasp to her own lips, a sly smile as she spoke. “Oh ya know…. I like…” she sucked on his cigar, then exhaled as she finished her thought. “Men’s things….”

Elvis pulled his cigar back from her fingers, his lips hovered below her chin. “Already know that…”

Becky leaned her forehead down against Elvis’, his left hand jiggled her closer, and chuckled up into her mouth, his eyes danced behind his sunglasses.

“You know, you have a sad melancholy in that voice a yourn….” He murmured just to her, pulling Becky in the warm enclosure of his arms, a world where only the two of them existed and they spoke to each other in hushed, intimate voices as if no one was around. Billy and Jo looked at each other and shrugged awkwardly.

Becky didn’t notice.

“You don’t like my voice?” she stammered, her lower lip trembling.

Elvis brushed his lips over her chin, closing his eyes as he tilted his forehead into her nose and growled into her breasts below. “Honey… I don’t like your voice……” he paused for effect, his left hand grabbing the back of her hair, loosening the bobby pins that held it up with the force of his fingers. His jowls vibrated as he intoned, deeply. “I loooove your voice…..”

Charlie coughed as he walked back in, and picked up the guitar to put it back with its stand against the wall. Elvis’ eyes shifted, momentarily brought out of his trance, but he left his head resting against Becky’s chin.

“Hand that over here, son…. nah, give it to Becky … ya a better gee tar player than I am any how…”

“Liar…you just lazy and wanna smoke that cigar...”

“Shut your mouth and get to playin’,” he blew his cigar smoke in her face.

“You still ain’t the boss a me… ”

His left hand lowered down to slap her side. “Hesh woman… c’mon, what are we singing…”

Becky grinned, and played the opening bars twice as she asked, “You know this one?”

“Ohhhh baby, I had that stuck in my head since the first night I met ya….” Elvis confessed, stubbing out his cigar in the green glass ashtray stand next to his chair.

“Alright, I’ll count us off.. one, two three…”

Then their voices roared together in unison as they sang the opening stanza of June and Johnny’s “Jackson…” Elvis’ face lifted up to Becky’s, her breasts bounced as she strummed and his left hand drummed out a fast rhythm on the bottom of the guitar from where it squeezed her waist. Her body rocked back and forth into his belly and she belted out a “HA!” as he sang this verse.

When I breeze into that city People gonna stoop and bow (hah) All them women gonna make me Teach 'em what they don't know how

Charlie looked at the others, his eyebrows raised, and Billy shrugged again, his eyes conveyed a knowing weariness. Neither Becky nor Elvis noticed this exchange, their eyes were otherwise occupied, and Becky leaned her nose down to nuzzle Elvis’s as she breathed out the next verse into his face through simpering amusement. Her warm breath sent a lightening bolt across Elvis’ body, which only increased with each thump of her bottom against his tummy, swelling up even more when his lungs expanded to sing. He kissed the top of her shoulder softly as she leaned into him, finishing her stanza.

Yeah, go to Jackson You big-talkin' man And I'll be waitin' in Jackson Behind my Jaypan Fan

Becky purred along as Elvis sang the last chorus, swaying back and forth over his lap, and his arms closed tight around her as they hummed the last few notes together. They stayed in the den for hours singing, long after Billy and Jo found their children and said goodnight, Charlie tottered after them with a farewell. Their voices joined in happy harmony, mingling in the air was they started, stopped, paused, laughed and crooned together the melodies for “I Saw The Light,” “Don’t Think Twice,” “Louisiana Women, Mississippi Man,” Elvis changed the words to Alabama woman in this last one, to which Becky responded with a chuckle, which made him laugh and they giggled into each other’s cuddles on the furry arm chair.

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I am 14K into this and on the last section.... my plan is to post this tomorrow morning, giving you the time you needed to recover from @precious-little-scoundrel and @everythingpresley gifts yesterday and before @elvisabutler sends everyone into a rebid frenzy with Spark.......

xoxo

noraHHHHHHH

#no one walks out on big daddy #i never used to post snippets #does it ruin it for you?#because these scenes are staying in the chapter....#market research question #to snippet post or not?#thanks for reading #elvis presley fic #elvis presley fan fic #elvis fan fic #elvis fan fiction #elvis presley fan fiction

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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heyyyyy!! maybe a little drabble request of the whole smp x reader? like the reader is the glue that keeps them all together and everyone who has power has like a soft spot for her (dream, techno, sapnap etc) and tommy and tubbo basically see her as an older sister figure, phil sees her as a daughter and everyone loves her? but one day a rival from another smp (you can make up a name for it) sees the reader being adored and wants to kidnap her to get power, so they do and everyone finds out because they go to her house and see an ominous note? (again you can make up the note) and they put their differences aside and go to find the reader? after they get her back they just have like overprotectiveness and treat her injuries? tysm 💓

I love this…. (We’re going to call the evil server the SaintSMP for irony reasons. The main man we’re going to call Peter for more irony… God I hope this isn’t offensive)

It’s no secret that everyone, and I mean everyone, on the server loved you. You’re soft and sweet and nice to everyone, no matter their reputation. But you also know how to speak up for yourself and not be a pushover. In the early stages of you being on the server, someone tried to take advantage of you and your kindness, but you let them know right away that that wasn’t going to fly. Everyone admired how you handled yourself with such grace and poise, even when you’re putting someone in their place. So you’re very well known and you’re very well adored. Literally everyone has a soft spot for you. If Dream or Techno are raging, all you have to do is smile at them and their anger melts away. If Tommy is causing chaos, all you do is look at him and he stops. If Sapnap, Quackity, and Punz are joking and they take it too far, all it takes is a soft “hey” and they stop. You’re everyone under 18’s older sibling, over 30’s child, and everyone in between’s best friend.

So it’s no surprise when someone from a different server who hates the DreamSMP forms a plan when they hear about you. What would be the best way to destroy a bunch of people that you hate? Get rid of the one thing that they all collectively love. The SaintSMP has been someone that had been on the DreamSMP’s radar for a while. Dream hated Peter and Peter hated Dream. But nothing ever got done about it…. Until Peter got an idea. He thought that since you were so adored, if he took you, he would have literally everyone bending toward his will because they would want you back and he could finally control the DreamSMP. So he sets out one night and he takes you while you’re dead asleep and leaves a threatening note for whoever comes to your home next telling them what has happened and what is going to happen. And then he’s gone with you.

The next morning comes and the minors arrive at your house, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. You had told them the day before to come over in the morning so that the four of you could have breakfast together because you just wanted to spend time together. So the three waltz up to your house and waltz in the front door. They make their way to your kitchen and freeze. You’re not there. You’re always there making breakfast when you invite them over like this. “Maybe they’re still asleep!” Tubbo chimes sweetly. He’s trying to keep Tommy and Ranboo calm, but he’s also trying to keep himself calm. Tommy sprints ahead of them down the hall to your room and flings the door open. “Y/N!!” his scream dies on his lips when he sees your bed empty and a small note on your pillow. He lets out a huff. “They left us a note on their pillow,” Tommy announces walking forward to pick it up. He immediately notices that it’s not your handwriting and he feels his heart stop as his eyes scan the note. “We gotta go get Dream,” Tommy chokes out, looking over to his friends. “What’s up?” Ranboo askes, stepping forward. “We gotta go get Dream,” Tommy repeats before shoving the note into Ranboo’s hand and running out of the room. Tubbo and Ranboo don’t ask anymore questions, they just follow Tommy. As they’re running, Ranboo’s eyes scan the note and he gets the gist, causing him to panic. “Here,” he gasps, thrusting the note at Tubbo before picking up his pace. He over takes Tommy and gets to the community house, where Dream has been staying, first. “DREAM!” He screams, barreling into the room. George and Sapnap’s head snaps to him. They’re sitting around the table. “He’s still asleep. What do you want?” George asks, standing up. Ranboo doesn’t respond, he runs down the hallway. As he disappears, Tommy and Tubbo burst into the room. “Where’s Dream?” Tommy gasps out, trying to catch his breath. “He’s asleep. What’s going on?” Sapnap questions, standing up to move by George. Tubbo simply holds out the note to him and Sapnap takes it and reads it out loud for George.

“Dream!” Ranboo exclaims, bursting into his room. The blonde haired man shoots up with a start, “Ranboo? What the hell do you want?” He asks, laying back down in his bed. “It’s Y/N” and that’s all it takes from Dream to shoot back up and leave his bed. The two join the other four in the kitchen. Dream takes one look at George and Sapnap’s face to know it’s serious. George looks panicked and Sapnap looks pissed. Dream snatches the note from Sapnap’s hand and feels his blood boil at the words written. He sends out a message to everyone in the server to meet them in L’Manberg with their best weapons and when someone sent back “why” he only responded with “Y/N” and no one questioned him further. It takes only 15 minutes for everyone to gather. Everyone is a little nervous because Dream only said it was about Y/N and no one really knows anything else. Dream explains what has happened and the entire demeanour shifts. Everyone is now pissed and it shows. Dream then explains where you’re being held and Techno just goes, “What are we waiting for. Let’s go” and there’s a murmur of agreement. So Dream wastes no more time. He turns on his heel and begin the march to where you’re being held.

They get there and easily get inside. It’s literally the entire SMP against a few measly guards and with warriors Dream, Techno, Punz, Wilbur, Sapnap in front, it’s quick but it’s a bloodbath. Everyone follows Dream as he goes down to the “dungeons” where he knows you would be held.

They get down there, ready to fight and kill once again, only to be surprised to see you sitting upright on a cot, eating an apple, a passed out Peter beside you. “Y/N?” Dream asks. Your head shoots up and you grin at the sight of everyone. “Dream! Techno! Everyone! Oh my gosh! Wow, you all came!!” You shoot up off the cot, tossing your apple which hits Peter in the head, and hug the person in front, which is Dream. He doesn’t even get to hug you back before you’ve moved on to hug everyone else as well. “Of course we came, Y/N! You’re our best friend, we’ll always protect you,” George hums as you hug him. “Although it doesn’t seem like you really need us to,” Wilbur teases, poking his head toward the body on the floor. You give Peter a glance and a shrug, “It was pretty easy. He was like “you’re so weak” and “they’ll be here to rescue you because you can’t do it yourself” and so I punched him in the face and knocked him out. I would have left but I got hungry and I realized I would have gotten lost in the woods.” The remaining anger that was in everyone’s body melts as you tell your tale. They’re upset at what Peter has done, but they’re so happy you’re okay. “Let’s get you home then,” Philza says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You give everyone a bright smile and a nod, “Yes please. And could we stop by the bakery, I need something sweet right now.” “Of course we can” Niki chimes, also stepping up beside you. So a big chunk of you make your way out of where you’re being held. “You guys coming?” You call over your shoulder at Techno, Dream, Sapnap, and Punz who have stopped. “Yeah… We’ll catch up” Punz calls back, looking over at a still unconscious Peter. “Yeah… What he said” Dream backs up. You give a small nod and continue out of the place.

The four that remain slowly stock over to Peter who is beginning to wake up. He opens his eyes and sees the four men in front of him glaring down at him. A nervous chill goes down his spine. “Fellas,” he tries, as he sits up, “We can talk about this.” Techno cracks his knuckles as Sapnap leans down and smirks in his face, “Yeah… We’ll talk… With our fists.”

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt drabble #ray responds #drabble #dream #dreamsmp #dream smp #dreamsmp drabble #dream smp drabble

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thenailroom · 4 years

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𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔞𝔦𝔩 ℜ𝔬𝔬𝔪!

Heyyyyy!

So glad to have you all back with me this week! I want to talk about something that is frustrating for me to hear as a nail tech and you may feel the same way I do about this!

It is 2020 and boys still think it is gay to get his nails done. Have you ever heard a guy say he doesn’t get his nails done because he thinks it’s gay😐? When I say get his nails done I’m talking about a simple manicure which is just cleaning of the cuticles, filing down their nails and a clear top coat to protect their nails.

I service both men and women and I have had boys sit in my chair and refuse to get a top coat because they feel as though that is “gay” or “flamboyant”... I truly don’t know where this idea of getting a manicure as a boy became “gay”.

Story Time

I had a male client come to me one time for a manicure that he booked for through my site. As he sat in my chair he kept trying to prove his sexual orientation to me... why, I don’t know. After servicing him I asked if he wanted a top coat or not he instantly pulled his hand away and said “I’m not gay, I don’t do that”....... *crickets* I could not believe what I had heard, my facial expression said it all. Regardless I tried educating the boy on how it’s a layer to protect the nail bed and that it would be clear. He was not going for it so I totaled him out and never saw him again.

I just want to say to the boys out there reading this please STOP with this ridiculous stigma that getting a manicure or a top coat makes you gay. Start taking pride in your appearance and keep up with your hands. Notice how I referred to males in this post as boys because only boys will think taking care of their appearance is “gay” but a MAN knows that keeping up with yourself is attractive and just simply needed to be clean!!!

Hopefully after reading this many of you fellas looked at your nails and have booked an appointment to get a manicure and ladies if you’re dating or talking to a guy mention to him that a manicure might be needed. I have couples come to me all the time and guys end up enjoying getting their nails done by me! Don’t let your nails become damaged because your pride is too big, just get the manicures loves :)

Until next time babes

- Ki💋

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naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki · 7 years

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Scenario of Hidan watching Kakuzu's young daughter (a spitting image of him ofc) while Kakuzu was incapacitated?

Eh, I’m not great at writing Kakuzu. Let me know if I’m off character with him. I hope you like where I went with this scenario. I usually dont care for writing children. Thank you for the request.

Like Father like Daughter: Kakuzu

“I don’t see why I have to take the kid.”

“Because you never take the kid!” You shot out, exasperated.

“So?”

“ITS YOUR KID.”

“Its half my kid,” Kakuzu argued, his tone calm despite the intensity of your anger.

“Yes! And this is the half that you need to take care of!” You clarified as you shifted your daughter from your hips. You hated arguing in front of her but there was no way around it. You hadn’t come all this way just to turn around and walk all the way back home. You had business to attend to that you couldn’t take her to.

“I pay my half in child support.”

“UGH! THIS ISN’T ABOUT THE MONEY. You have to spend time with our kid. I can’t do it all!” You shouted, clearly frustrated. You weren’t going to tell Kakuzu the real reason you couldn’t watch her. Plus he needed to be a parent too.

“Then what am I paying you for?” Kakuzu quipped, his voice sounding gruff. He was becoming irritated too.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mumbled disgruntledly, shaking your head in disbelief. You forcibly placed your daughter in his arms, with your eyes glaring heavily at the tall man.

“I will pick her up tomorrow,” you announced annoyed. You turned on your heel, giving him no time to argue as you walked out the door and slammed it on your way out.

“Greedy Wrench,” Kakuzu muttered under his mask, glaring steely at the door in front of him.

He held his four-year-old daughter awkwardly within his grasp, still unnerved by his exchanged with his former lover. He realized now why money was his one true love as all his other lovers were too high maintenance and didn’t agree with his views.

“Geesh, what’s with all the fucking commotion?!?!”

Kakuzu heard Hidan before he saw him as Hidan came marching into the room.

Turning to face Hidan, Kakuzu shifted the kid in his possession as his narrowed eyes staring daggers at Hidan. The last thing Kakuzu needed was Hidan’s unwanted big mouth.

“Heyyyyy look at that, who’s this little fella?” Hidan commented, his eyes immediately drawn to the child.

Kakuzu placed his daughter down at his feet, barely answering Hidan’s question. “My daughter.”

“WHAT?!! WHEN DID THE FUCK AN OLD MAN LIKE YOU HAVE A CHILD? I didn’t even know you still got bitches,” Hidan amused, absurdly.

“Fucking shut it, or I’ll kill you.” Kakuzu warned darkly, his demeanor fully serious.

“HA! Fucking calm down. I’m surprised is all, I didn’t even know you could still get it up” Hidan mentioned, walking forward and crouching in front of Kakuzu’s daughter.

The small child was looking up at Hidan with curious bright green eyes like her father’s. Hers were more innocent and full of wonder in comparison to her dad’s that were hard and dull like stone.

“So, this is your daughter… well she sure as hell looks a lot better than you,” Hidan mentioned to which Kakuzu groan inwardly.

“I need a drink,” Kakuzu mumbled to himself, leaving the room to Hidan and his kid.

Kakuzu’s daughter studied Hidan as he began talking to her. Soon her eye caught on to something shiny sticking out of his robes. Oblivious to personal space, the four-year-old stepped forward to Hidan that was eye level with her. Her tiny hands reaching for the object within Hidan’s coat.

The bold move had surprised Hidan but he soon realized what she sought when she pulled out Hidan’s Jashin necklace from his robe. Hidan smiled widely at that, pulling the necklace off.

“Pretty fucking cool, right? This is a symbol of Lord Jashin,” Hidan spoke, cheerfully.

“Who is Jashin?” the little girl asked, her fingers tracing the big medallion.

“WHO’S JASHIN? HAS YOUR FATHER TAUGHT YOU NOTHING? Tch, so like him. Let me tell you, Jashin is the most fucking badass god there is,” Hidan began as he went on to explain about his god.

Kakuzu’s daughter soon lost interest in Hidan’s speech, and focused more on the medallion in her hands. When her father came back into the room with a beer in hand, the little girl soon ran over to him to show him her prize. Kakuzu took a seat on the couch, cracking open a beer. He was planning on ignoring both of the children in his presence tonight.

“Hey!” Hidan whined as the little girl ran away.

“Look! Look,” she spoke gleefully, letting the light shine on the medallion.

“It’s a necklace,” Kakuzu stated dully to his daughter.

“Yea, my necklace,” Hidan complained, standing up and following the girl. “Can I have my necklace back?” Hidan asked in a fake sweet voice.

The little girl hid the medallion quickly, stuffing it under her arms and turned sharply to Hidan.

“No,” she spoke defiantly with deadest features that had Hidan nearly stutter.

The cold dead look in her eye that showed her seriousness reminded Hidan a lot of Kakuzu and it was hard for him to recover.

“It’s not fucking yours. Give it back!!” Hidan demanded.

The little girl’s eyes narrowed at Hidan, not backing down.

A moment later she held out an empty hand, looking expectantly at Hidan.

“What? That hand ain’t got my necklace!!”

When the silence continued, Hidan looked at Kakuzu.

“Kakuzu what the fuck does your daughter want?”

Kakuzu who had been idly ignoring the conversation, glanced over at his daughter’s awaiting hand. He recognized the gesture immediately. He took a long sip of his beer before he looked away and answered Hidan coolly.

“Money.”

“WHAT?!?!”

#kakuzu #hidan #hidan imagine #naruto #akatsuki #kakuzu imagine #hidan scenario #kakuzu scenario

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forestwater87 · 7 years

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CULT CAMP MASTERPOST PT 2: NOT SURE I’M USING THE WORD “MASTERPOST” RIGHT

Heyyyyy I have more to talk about! Again, spoilers for Camp Camp Season 2 Episode 1 (”Cult Camp”) below the cut, click at your own risk, etc.

When last I left off, we’d just said farewell to my favorite character (because I have a problem and it’s an intense love of grumpy grumps). And it was really sad for me, because I’m out of Gwenfaces.

But you know who we have instead? We have David. Actually, we have Davids. And that’s enough to warm even my withered Gwen-loving heart.

I mean look at this little fella! It’s impossible not to love him.

And he’s already begun manhandling the new counselor. Bless.

All right, kids. This is a mistake. No steak or shrimp is worth $5. I promise. As the lovely McElroys would say, that kinda deal is “extremely affordable in the monetary sense, but . . .”

Don’t do it. Choose life. Choose appropriately-priced entrees.

That is the face David makes when Daniel (the not-David) criticizes a camper’s language for the first time. That is a look that says “holy moly, I think I’m in love.”

Told ya. David’s bromantic crush on Daniel is actually one of the cutest things in a show just chock-full of cute things.

David isn’t winking at you, I’m sorry. But wouldn’t it be nice if he were?

(Listen, nobody came here for good commentary. You’re here for screenshots and screaming. That’s what you’re getting.)

Shoutout to the animators; this season is already more stylized and has much more complicated and engaging animation than the first,* and we’ll see way more evidence of that later in the episode, but it’s also obvious in little things. Like how that’s David’s face but it’s wrong in a way I can’t identify (beyond, y’know, the weird Exorcist head-tilt he’s got going on). He’s just different enough to be unsettling, just enough that we know it’s not just David with a new palette. And that’s awesome.

*I know nothing about art or animation, and those words might not mean what I think they mean. I’m just saying it’s prettier than last season, okay?

David’s so disappointed in his campers (read: Max). And his disappointment is cute. That’s all I have to say. It’s all I ever have to say.

I LITERALLY SQUEAKED WHEN I SAW THIS FACE. IT IS CUTE AF.

(No, not Daniel. Obviously not Daniel. The one that looks like a human puppycat.)

See above point about the animators being awesome: that’s a David move. It’s a David face and a David voice but I feel like even without all the other clues, you could plop someone down who’s never seen a single frame of this episode and they could tell you something’s off with the blond guy. (Okay, maybe that’s going too far, but I feel it. I can’t put it into words, but . . . damn it, is anyone getting what I’m trying to say? Fuck it, the animators are awesome. That’s all I meant, and I’m not going to try and talk about art anymore because it’s hard.)

Did you need a picture of David making finger-guns? No, but is your life richer now because of it? I like to think so.

THIS MAN IS PURE LITERAL SUNSHINE AND HE CANNOT WALK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

HE IS 75% SMILE AND 102% LIMBS

THAT MATH ADDS UP I PROMISE

(okay, that time he’s actually winking. Just not at you. Sorry guys. Someday.)

SUNSHINE, MOTHERFUCKS. SUN. SHINE.

Look at all those concerned little faces with their cute little expressions. Nikki in particular is a treasure and we should all appreciate her eyebrows.

Oh, Space Kid. We love you.

One of the great things about this episode is, Harrison (and to a lesser extent Nerris) aside, we get to see each of the campers for a decent amount of time, letting us kinda get reacquainted with them. Obviously the most attention is devoted to our Main 3, and Max in particular, but each of them gets a little something to remind us why we love them.

And I love Neil because he’s a passive-aggressive smartass.

Okay, he might be kinda dumb, because that’s not the face you make in response to whatever the fuck Daniel’s doing with his mouth there. Daniel looks like a horror movie monster and I hate him, and none of these children are appropriately scared of him.

Actually, you know who he reminds me of? THIS ASSHOLE:

Anyone remember this guy? From Courage the Cowardly Dog? He scared the shit out of me, and okay Daniel doesn’t look like he climbed straight out of a dumpster full of heroin needles, but there’s a very similar . . . unsettling-ness.

Maybe it’s the eyebrows. They both have super-low eyebrows, which doesn’t look good with a smile.

But you know what’s worse than him looking like that weirdo pedo guy? When he looks like David:

STOP THAT! IT’S CONFUSING AND I DON’T LIKE IT!

I’d just like to remind everyone that I love Nurf. He’s one of the smartest kids there -- certainly the most self-aware -- and despite being a bully** there’s something in him that definitely wants to help and be good.

And he’s the one immediately won over by the assurance of stability and safety. That’s depressing. My poor sweet child, let me love you.

**Did he actually bully anyone after episode 9? Did David accidentally punch the bully out of him?

Nurf is adorable and I missed him.

“I’m helping!”

APPRECIATE NURF. APPRECIATE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM.

Also . . . he may have killed Preston? He’s not very good at helping, but damn it he’s trying his best!

When Max is the most concerned person in the camp, you have a problem.

Nikki’s plan: karate-chop the door down

Max’s plan: beat the door down

Neil’s plan: awkwardly caress the door like a cat kneading the side of a couch . . . down?

Have some cute Davids. I think we could all use some cute Davids.

Max is having none of your shit.

NONE OF IT.

I can’t remember if I saved this photo for David’s face, Max’s, or Nikki’s. But they’re all lovely.

WHEN THE FUCK DID NEIL LEARN MAGIC?!

Also Max, I know. I feel the same way every morning.

Nikki is cute. More importantly, Nikki is capable of being cute when she wants to be. This is terrifying.

David, you’re about to have a bad day. (Also “wake up and smell the Kool-Aid!” is one of those lines that’s much funnier in context. Props to the writers for that one.)

Max is an angry puppy and David is pouting.

They look so badass! It’s like Charlie’s Angels . . . and David. I wish I could Photoshop an explosion into the background of this picture.

And as you can probably tell from the quality of these comments ha, like there was quality to deteriorate I’m in no way awake enough to continue with this post, but I still have another big chunk of screenshots left because I’m unstoppable.

Which means there will be a part 3. And it will almost exclusively be David’s face.

Prepare yourselves.

#campcamp #campcamp season 2 #cc david #cc daniel #cc nikki #cc space kid #cc nurf #cc neil #cc max #campcamp masterpost #my stuff

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