#harrison x petrol

[queeniecamps]

While searching my files to make sure i got all of the fankids tagged under "Fankid Requests", I realized I never posted these guys I drew for a wheel spin fankid challenge me and my friends did over VC AGES ago!!

#fankid requests #nikki x sasha #niksha #harrison x petrol #ered x harrison #cute waitress x clerk #most of these are crackships hence the random pairings #but GOD these are so fun #10/10 recommend doing this #queenie draws #harrison #harrison cc #petrol #petrol cc #Stephen van petrol #ered #ered cc #nikki #nikki cc #sasha #sasha cc #clerk cc #cute waitress cc #clementine #clementine cc #(that's a popular headcanon name for her made by NOBODY IN PARTICULAR (99% sure it was coined by a child gr00mer who left the fandom)) #camp camp

[harrisonarchive]

The Beatles and their touring van in England, 1963; photo by Dezo Hoffmann, scanned from With The Beatles: The Historic Photographs of Dezo Hoffmann.

“There were a lot of good times in the van; all the rough-and-tumble stuff that happens. And there were some hysterical things that happened. I had a good crash once. We were coming over the Apennines, the roads were icy and I was driving pretty quickly as we came through what turned out to be Goole in Yorkshire. Everything was fine until suddenly I went into a right-hand turn. It was a bit sharper than it looked and we went up onto the grass bank, which then sloped down to the left. The whole van tipped as we went down the embankment, at the bottom of which was a wire-mesh fence with concrete posts around a Burton’s factory.We bounced along — bump, bump, bump — knocking down all these concrete poles and finally came to a stop with Neil [Aspinall] sitting in the front seat next to me, howling, ‘Ow, ow, my arm!’ The accident had ripped the filler cap off and the petrol was pouring out. We got out and had to shove T-shirts and things into the hole to try to stop the flow of petrol.We’d started to push the van back up on the road when, out of nowhere, came, ‘’Allo, ‘allo, what’s all this then?’ It was a cop, and he booked us for crashing. A couple of months later I went to court; Brian came with me for moral support. (He did stand by his lads.) I think they banned me for three months.” - George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology (x)

#George Harrison #harrisonarchive scans #quote #quotes by George #The Beatles #Dezo Hoffmann #Paul McCartney #John Lennon #Brian Epstein #Harrison cars #fits queue like a glove

[thatfreak03]

Camp Camp character theme songs

(Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

Max- Hurt by Nine Inch Nails

David- Little Wonders by Rob Thomas

Gwen -Broken and Beautiful by Kelly Clarkson

Nikki- Don’t Stop Believing by Journey

Neil- Big Bang Theory by Barenaked ladies

Preston- Welcome To The Show by Britt Nicole

Harrison- I Got The Magic In Me by B.o.B

Nerris- Magic by Mystery Skulls

Dolph-  German Dance from South Park

Ered- Cool Kids by Echosmith

Space Kid- Space Man by The Killers

Nurf- *I didn’t know what to put for him so I just used one of my dad’s workout songs. If it has a double meaning I’m not seeing sorry* X Gon Give It To Ya by DMX

Jasper- Ghost by Mystery Skulls

Sasha- Oh No by Marina And The Diamonds

Erin- Ugly by Nicole Dollanganger

Tabii- Mrs. Potato Head by Melanie Martinez

Pikeman- *I can’t think of anything else so* Loser Of The Year by Simple Plan

Petrol- Bad To The Bone by George Thorogood And The Destroyers

Snake- Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

Bonquisha- Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Daniel- Pumped Up Kids by Foster The People

Jen- Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez

The Foreign Exchange Campers- *I couldn’t think of anything good* Mission Impossible theme music

Brian- My Old Kentucky Home by Stephen Foster

Cameron Campbell- Asshole by Denis Leary

Penelope Priss- Alejandro by Lady Gaga

Dirty Kevin- Because I Got High by Afroman

Ainsley- Scars To Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara

Lucky Louis - My Wish For You by Rascal Flatts

Jermy Fartz - You’re Disgusting (TheOdd1sOut Remix) by Endigo

CJ -*I couldn’t think of anything else* Foil by Wired Al Yankovic

#cc #camp camp #rooster teeth #character theme songs

[1-800-hellraiser]

Songs That Remind Me of Camp Camp Characters

Max:

🎵 Freaks - Surf Curse

🎵 Afraid - The Neighborhood 

🎵 Parents - Yungblud

Nikki:

🎵 Girls - Marina and The Diamonds

🎵 No Wind Resistance! - Kinneret

🎵 Animal - Neon Trees

Neil: 

🎵 Devil Town - Cavetown

🎵 Are You Satisfied! - Marina amd The Diamonds 

🎵 Oh No! - Marina and The Diamonds 

Space Kid: 

🎵 Space Girl - Francis Forever

🎵 Safe and Sound - Capital Cities 

🎵 Midnight City - M83

Nurf:

🎵 Locker Room Bully - Destroy Boys

🎵 Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

🎵 Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls

Preston: 

🎵 I/Me/Myself - Will Wood and The Tapeworms

🎵 Verbatim - Mother Mother

🎵 Show and Tell - Melanie Martinez 

Harrison: 

🎵 Comics - Caravan Palace

🎵 Cool Kids - Echosmith

🎵 Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz

Nerris: 

🎵 My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone

🎵 The Cult of Dionysus- The Orion Experience 

🎵 Discord - The Living Tombstone

Dolf: 

🎵 Art Is Dead - Bo Burnham

🎵 Ophelia - The Lumineers 

🎵 Baby Hotline - Jack Stauber

Erid: 

🎵 Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill

🎵 Cooler Than Me - Ethan Fields

🎵 Kiwi - Harry Styles

David: 

🎵 Line Without A Hook - Ricky Montgomery 

🎵 Sunshine Lollipops - Lesley Gore

🎵 Mystery Of Love - Sufjan Stevens

Gwen:  

🎵 Feel Better - Penelope Scott 

🎵 Hello Kitty - Jazmin Bean

🎵 Rich Girl - Gwen Stefani 

Sasha: 

🎵 Literal Legend- Ayesha Erotica 

🎵  Circus - Brittney Spears

🎵 Maneater - Nelly Furtado 

Tabii: 

🎵 Sofia - Clario

🎵 Sports - Beach Bunny

🎵 Love Taste - Moe Shop

Erin: 

🎵 Prom Dress - Beach Bunny 

🎵 Pretty Girl - Clairo

🎵 Lifeboat - Heathers: The Musical

Pikeman: 

🎵 Bitchboy - The Oozes

🎵 Jealous- Eyedress

🎵 Womanizer - Brittney Spears 

Snake: 

🎵 Brutus - The Buttress 

🎵 Boys Will Be Bugs - Cavetown

🎵 Electricity- Arctic Monkeys 

Petrol: 

🎵 The Judge - Twenty Øne Pilots

🎵 Beauty Of Annihilation - COD Black Ops Zombies Soundtrack 

🎵 Murders - Miracle Musical

Daniel: 

🎵 & - Tally Hall

🎵 The Bidding - Tally Hall

🎵 Don't You Want To Become A Cult Leader - Flying Lotus

Jen: 

🎵 X - Poppy

🎵 Crime Wave - Crystal Castles

🎵 Saccharine  - Jazmin Bean

Jasper: 

🎵 Heatwaves - Glass Animals

🎵 Ghosting - Mother Mother

🎵 Space Ghost Coast To Coast - Glass Animals

Word Count: 346

#<33333 #ily <3333 #ilysm <333 #<3 <3 <3 #writing #writers on tumblr #camp camp #camp camp headcanons #cc #cc headcanons #headcanons

[petersboyfriendsonofthor]

Safe

Mob!Tom x Male Reader AU

Written for @starksparker‘s summer writing challenge. 

Warnings: language, ethnic slurs (antagonist is a real asshole), violence, graphic injuries, mob/gang violence. (If I forgot to add any please lmk!!) (there’s some fluff at the end don’t worry)

Word Count: ~ 3.2k

Safe

“So tell us, mate, how are things with you and Tom?” Your friend Alfie asks as he slides you a pint from down the bar.

You smile, taking a sip.

“It’s been great,” you say, your smile growing wider. “He’s simply amazing. Such a gentleman, always polite, incredibly supportive, funny, charming. Honestly, it would be easier to list the things I don’t like about him.”  

“Alright then,” Alfie says, leaning into the bar with a grin. “What don’t you like about him?”

“Easy. Nothing,” you say. The boys laugh. “He’s the best there is. The past eight months have been the best time of my life. I honestly don’t know what I would do without him.”

“Aww look!” Lorenzo hoots. “He’s blushing!” Your friends had their laugh while you look down into your glass, cheeks red and warm.

“So tell us,” Alfie says once they settle down. “You getting it good in the sack?”

You cough on your drink, nearly spitting all over the bartender. Lorenzo whistles and claps you on the back.

“Our boy has got to be getting it good, right?”

“I… I uh,” you stammer. “I hardly think that's any of your business!”

“Oh come on, mate!” Lorenzo groans. “We tell you about our girlfriends, it’s time you paid us back with some riveting sexploits of your own!”

“I never ask to hear about your sex life, Lorenzo,” you say, swatting him on the shoulder. “You just never shut up about it. ‘Oh Lorenzo, oh oh oh’ Jesus mate, I’ve seen what you’re packing, and it can’t be enough to make her sound like that every night.”

Alife doubles over in laughter while Lorenzo tries to hide his rosy cheeks. He waves over the bartender and orders more beers.

“Why do I have to take all the heat for this?” Lorenzo asks, taking a pint from the bartender. “Alife boasts just as much as I do.”

“Alfie though,” you say, “Alfie’s got quite the member. Must be from his dad’s side.” You and Lorenzo laugh while Alfie feigns offense.

“Y/n, are you insinuating that I have a big dick just cause I’m half black?” Alfie gasps and clutches at an imaginary pearl necklace. “Could that be racism I sense from my dear old friend?”

“Well, you didn’t get it from your mother!” you fire back. “Also, I’ve seen it first hand. Remember when I walked in on you and Sophie last year? I reckon yours is damn near twice as long soft as Lorenzo’s is standing up!”

Alfie burst again into laughter while Lorenzo hangs his head in defeat. You rub his shoulder to let him know you’re just taking the piss, and offer to buy his next drink. Over Lorenzo’s shoulder, you catch the eye of a large man in a wife beater and leather pants at a nearby table. He and his friends are staring at you, and have been for the past few minutes. You peel your eyes away and throw a smile back on your face.

“But really though,” Alfie says, refocusing your attention. “Is he good to you? Doesn’t hurt you, does he? I’ve heard stories about his temper...”

You were touched that Alfie cared so much. You have been friends for years, having met back in middle school. A rumor had spread that you were the son of Al “the Ray”, a notorious Italian mobster who controlled a nice portion of London and had properties all over Central and Southern England. His name comes from the Italian word “re,” which means king. He inherited the many landed properties in England through some old dynastic claims that connected those old families to your ancestors in the Italian nobility. His grandfather, your great-grandfather, started a street gang in London after the First World War. His brother inherited the family lands and fortunes in Italy, so your great-grandfather decided to strike out on his own. Through blood and sweat he carved out a territory for himself in London and called himself “Il Re,” The King. His sons and grandsons expanded, and the kingdom reached its height under your father, Alonzo.

With a family such as that, it was hardly surprising that you did not have many friends growing up. People were too afraid of your father to get close to you, until Alfie. He started sitting with you at lunch, and from then on you were the best of friends. Your father, who had softened somewhat with age, was so delighted to hear you had made a friend that he saw to it that Alfie’s family had protection and money. Alfie was always looking out for you, as you were just as important to him as he was to you.

“No, I think I’ve actually tamed his temper,” you shake your head. “He would never hurt me.  He is so tender and caring, especially the first few times. You know that I’ve never done it before him, so he was sure to be extra careful with me.”

Alfie smiles. “Glad to hear it, mate. Glad to--”

“Oi!” The man at the other table shouts, startling you and your friends. “If you three fags don’t shut up about your cocks, I’ll cut ‘em off and stick ‘em in your mouths.”

The bar falls silent. Everyone shifts their eyes to you three, awaiting your response. The bartender steps in to buy you some time.

“Easy now, friends, I won’t be having a scene in my pub,” he declares. “These young lads are doing no harm, and I won’t have you threatening them.” He gives you a nod.

“Stay out of this, old man,” growls Biker Dude. “Or have you forgotten who runs the place ‘ere?”

A chill runs down your spine. You turn to Lorenzo, who looks equally as terrified. The bikers rise from their table, six in all, and receive some reinforcements from the pool tables, increasing their count to ten. They advance on the bar, taking their time and sizing the three of you up.

“Alfie, you didn’t tell me this pub was in--”

“I didn’t fuckin know it was in Johnny Rast’s territory,” Alfie panics. “I thought his turf started three blocks west. Thought we were still in Holland’s. Shit, I’m sorry mate.”

“Shut up!” Johnny Rast barks. He is only a few feet away now. The rest of the gang stops, but Johnny keeps walking. He leans in a few inches from your face. You can smell the whiskey on his breath. He flips out a switchblade.

“Now, in my pub, we have certain rules about who can and cannot enter,” he explains, sliding the point of the blade up your shirt. “We don’t allow Degos like you and your friend ‘ere. It's hard to get grease stains out of these leather seats.”

You gulp as his men laugh. Lorenzo’s face is as pale as a ghost. 

“We also don’t like fags,” Johnny continues. He brings the point of the blade up to your neck, lightly dragging it over your soft throat and over your jawline. It finally settles in your eye socket, just under the bone. Your eye is closed and he applies light pressure, making you wince. Your heart is thumping so fast you’re sure he can hear it. He gives the knife a twist, threatening to stab out your eye. All it would take is a little more pressure and out it would come.

“Let him go!” Alfie shouts. Loyal, brave, stupid Alfie. Two men near him seize his arms and drag him before Johnny, who pulls the knife away from your eye. You rub it and let out a breath you weren’t aware you’d been holding.

Johnny punches Alfie in the stomach, doubling him over. One of his captors jerks his head back so that he can meet Johnny’s eye.

“You know,” Johnny says, running his thumb along the edge of his knife. “If there’s one thing I hate more than degos and fags, it’s gotta be stinking, half-breed ni--”

Alfie’s head connects with Johnny’s mouth, stopping him from finishing his slur. He slips out of his captors’ grasp and shoves each of them away. He punches Johnny hard across the face and keeps at him. Lorenzo turns and punches the biker nearest him, but is met with a flurry of blows from the other bikers.

You grab your beer mug and toss its contents in the face of a biker in front of you. You shove it into another’s face and smash in some of his teeth. He screams and grabs his mouth, blood and broken glass slipping between his fingers. You kick the dazed and wet biker into the bleeding one, but that is when your element of surprise wears off. The next two bikers block your punch and one shoves his knee into your groin. You shout and fall to the ground, where they rain fists and steel-toed boots onto your writhing body. You can barely make out Alfie get slashed with Johnny’s knife before being thrown to the ground. Kicks came in from every angle. A steel toe hits the bone above your eye, and another shatters a rib. Someone kicks your kidney and you arch your back out of instinct, opening up your balls and belly to more abuse. Every attempt to rise is met with more punishment, and you feel yourself starting to slip from consciousness.

The blows stop at the pump of a shotgun. The bikers look up behind the bar to see the old bartender holding a pump-action 22-gauge bird hunting shotgun. From far away, this wouldn’t do much damage, but up close it’s enough to tear a man’s head from his shoulders.

“I’ll remember this, old man!” Johnny screams. “You don’t have enough shot in there for all of us. You pull that trigger and you’re dead. Leave us to our business.”

“You idiots really don’t know who that is your kicking?”

The bikers look puzzled.

“That’s the Ray’s son you’re beating, and he’s dating Tom Holland. The Tom Holland. Have you not been listening all evening?! Do you have a fucking deathwish?”

The bikers’ eyes widen in shock. They are a small time gang and can in no way challenge Al the Ray and his Italians, and certainly not if the Ray joined forces with the Hollands.

“I--I--I didn’t know,” Johnny stammers, backing away. “Bloody fuck, I’m sorry sirs I didn’t know I didn’t--”

The doors fly open with a crash as a dozen armed men rush into the pub led by a blond haired man a few years older than you. You manage a weak smile at the sight of your friend Harrison Osterfield, Tom’s right-hand man.

“Take the bikers,” he orders. “And bring in petrol. We need to send a message to anyone who thinks they can get away with jumping a Holland, honorary or otherwise.”

“Haz,” you rasp. “Don’t. Bartender...helped us…” you hack up blood, covering yourself and the floor. Haz rushes to your side.

“Y/n, mate, what did they do to you?” He cradles your head in his lap. “Tom’s gonna go ape shit when he sees you like this.”

You snort. “Do whatever to the bikers...leave the pub...bartender...” you throw up “...saved my life…”

“I’m also the one who phoned you lads,” the bartender says.

You hear a groan from your right and see Lorenzo clutching his arm, which is all mangled from his beating. His hair is messed up and his face bruised, but he is well enough to stand with some help. Alfie, on the other hand…

He is lying in a pool of his own blood with a gash across his face. He’s bleeding from multiple head wounds and his hair is matted down with blood.

“Alfie…” you croak. “Alfie get up.”

One of Haz’s men checks on him. “He’s got a pulse, but we need to get him to the Doc ASAP.”

“Get him in a car,” Haz orders. “Gently. Follow us to the manor and get him stitched up. Ryan, help me with Y/n, and Mark, get Lorenzo here to a car. He’s coming with as well.”

Haz and Ryan lift you up and you throw your arms around their shoulders. You can only drag your feet behind you as they move you to one of the black SUV’s parked outside. Haz’s men stuff as many bikers into the trunks of the cars as they can. They’ll receive a different kind of attention where they’re going.

The ride back to the manor was quick, as the Holland gang’s vehicles were escorted by police officers that take bribes from Tom. You rest your head on Harrison's lap, which was now stained with blood and bile.

“Sorry,” you croaked. “I ruined your pants.”

“Hey hey,” he said, gently brushing your hair with his fingers. “It’s not a problem.”

The car is silent for the next few minutes until Haz speaks again.

“Ryan called Harry, who by now has told Tom,” he says. “He’s waiting for you. I’m sure he’ll have your bed all made up for you and Doc will see you as soon as he’s done with your friend.”

You start to cry at the mention of Tom and Alfie.

“Shh shh,” Harrison coos. “Its alright mate, you’re safe now. I got a text from Dan, he says they’ve slowed Alfie’s bleeding. He should be fine once Doc gets to him. You’re safe now. You all are.”

You sniffle and shake your head. “Not that. Tom. I don’t want him t-to see m-me like th-th-this. I’m all battered and weak and I just…”

“Mate, you know Tom loves you. He’ll take care of you. Just hold tight, we’re almost there.”

Holland Manor is a large estate outside the city, fenced in from the road so that unwelcome guests could not enter. The fleet of cars drive past some hills and follow the drive up to the front doors of the manor. An elaborate fountain stands in the green in the center of the driveway loop, and wide stone steps lead to the large double doors of the manor’s entrance. Men hurriedly take Alfie inside to see the Doc, and you’re helped up the stairs.

Tom arrives at the doors just as you reach the last step of the staircase. His face morphs from worried to concerned to angry and back to concerned all in a moment.  He rushes over to you and gently cups your face with his hands, careful to avoid cuts and bruises.

He examines your face. Your left eye is swollen shut. You have a gash on your cheek and forehead that are still oozing blood. Your nose is bent awkwardly and swollen black and blue. Most of your face is bruised or cut, and both of your lips are busted. Your hair is matted with coagulating blood, and your clothes are all torn and dirty. A trickle of blood runs from your right ear down your neck and is slowly coloring your white shirt collar red.

“Tommy…” your hoarse voice cracks and your eyes yet again brim with tears. He takes you in his arms and holds you, muttering “y/n, y/n, y/n.”

He takes Ryan’s place and takes you to his room with Haz’s help. He sets you down on the bed and props your back up with pillows. You’re still crying as he pulls you in for another embrace.

“I got you, love, I got you,” he murmured and kissed your head.

“Erm, Tom,” Harrison says, standing in the doorway. “What should be done about the biker gang?”

Tom turns to his friend, his blood boiling. “I’ll come down there and sort them out.” His hands ball into fists.

You touch his wrist and he softens. “Stay, Tommy. Please. I need you.” You sniffle, tears leaving clean streaks down your bruised and bloody face. Tom returns his attention to you.

“Do what you want,” he says, never taking his eyes off of you. “But leave Rast to me. Also, have Lorenzo identify the ones who did this to my baby. I want them too.”

Haz nods and shuts the door behind him. Tom reaches over to the side table and takes a damp cloth to your face, gently wiping off the dirt and dried blood. He gives a kiss to each area he cleans, and he gently places a kiss to your busted lips. It hurts but you need him, and you deepen the kiss. Tom can taste the blood in your mouth, and he nearly breaks when he runs his tongue over yours, feeling the spot where you had bitten a chunk out of after one of the bikers had kicked your jaw. He breaks the kiss to change into sweats and no shirt, and he carefully removes your shirt as well.

He gasps at the bruises all over your stomach and chest. It was an ugly rainbow of red, blue, purple, yellow, and brown. There was an especially nasty mark left over the bruised and possibly broken rib. “My god, y/n, what did they do to you?”

You recount the whole story, sobbing half the time. Tom pulls you in for a comforting hug, his bare chest warm against your cheek. He kisses the top of your head.

“I’m here now, love,” he coos, letting you sob into his chest. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“Please don’t leave me,” you sob. He only holds you tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere, little Prince,” he says, kissing your forehead. You smiled through your tears at his little nickname for you. “I’ve got you.”

“It feels so emasculating,” you sob. “I tried to fight back but I could barely do anything and they just kept kicking me and kicking me an--”

“Shh shh shh. Don’t worry about that now,” Tom said. “I’m with you now, no one is going to hurt you anymore. Listen to me.” He pulled away and gently brushed your tears away with his thumbs. “I’ve got you. I love you, y/n.”

You stared into his caring brown eyes through your own watery ones. You pull him in for a kiss, your body shaking with aftershocks from your previous hysterics.

“Hold me,” you say, burying your head into his chest. He falls back onto the bed, and you cuddle in close to him. He wraps his bare, muscular arms around your battered frame and pulls you close. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest. You place a kiss of gratitude under his collarbone. “Don’t let go. I don’t want to leave.”

“You never have to, love,” he says. “I want you to move in with me. I want to keep you safe, and I need to have you close. Would you like that?”

Your arms squeeze tighter around Tom’s back, soaking in the warmth of his skin. “Yes, Tom. Want you to keep me safe.” You feel yourself starting to cry again, and Tom kisses your head.

“I will. I promise.” The determination and love in his voice were enough to send you to tears once more. Tom starts to hum a soothing tune, and you find yourself drifting off to sleep. The last words you hear before drifting off are a soft “I’ve got you. I love you.”

Tomorrow, Tom would bring hell to the bikers that nearly killed you, starting with the ones who beat you. But tonight, right now, all Tom has on his mind is how much love he has for you and how much he wants to keep you safe. Your father is the feared Il Re, but you are just Tom’s little Principe, and he will do everything in his power to keep you safe.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x male reader #male reader #mob!tom #mob!tom x male reader #tw: violence #tw: ethnic slurs #tw: racism #kayleessummerwc

[camp-camp-sideblog-or-whatever]

@camp camp fandom,,, may I offer you,,, Preston x Pikeman?

OK BUT HEAR ME OUT

Preston is a Hopeless Romantic™ who falls in love way to easily

One day, Wood Scouts go to camp on another raid, and the campers stop them and shit, only Preston compliments Petrol again

Max is being a little shit and tells him to shut tf up, and Pikeman stands up for Preston, showing off a more kinder side

Our theater boy is smitten

He's constantly trying to find ways to see him, writes their names together all over his scripts, ranted to Nerris, Harrison, and Dolph

You get the idea

Meanwhile, Pikeman is having issues with his sexuality, and Preston is not helping

"wHY IS HE SO PRETTY, SNAKE?!"

"It is 3 am. Please sleep I am begging you."

He's got it bad, so he figures to try using some of the "moves" he used on Gwen

Preston is over the moon with excitement, and does something overly romantic and extra in return

Pikeman is so damn flustered

The Wood Scouts and Camp Campbell are so done but still think it's pretty cute

Add more if u want, or maybe make fanart???

#camp camp #camp cambell #rt camp camp #cc rooster teeth #preston goodplay #cc preston #preston cc #edward pikeman #pikeman cc #edward cc #cc woodscouts #camp camp woodscouts #camp camp preston #preston x pikeman

[teenagedirtbagbaby87-blog]

RP Partner Wanted

Message me if you want to do any of these ships!

Star Wars:

Luke x Lando

Luke x Han

Luke x Wedge

Anakin x Qui-Gon

Anakin x Obi-Wan

Qui-Gon x Obi-Wan

Han x Lando

Kylo x Hux

Kylo x Poe

Thanisson x Kylo

Matt x Techie*

Camp Camp:

Snake x Pikeman

Petrol x Pikeman

Snake x Neil

Harrison x Neil

Preston x Harrison

Les Miserables:

Courf x Marius

Marius x Enjolras

Grantaire x Enjolras

Montparnasse x Enjolras

Montparnasse x Thenardier

Valjean x Javert

Bahorel x Marius

Courf x Ferre

Jehan x Marius

Montparnasse x Marius

#star wars #camp camp #skysolo #cc #hando #lukewedge #lukelando #quiobi #anaquisky #obikin #hanluke #kylux #darkpilot #knight pilot #techienician #han solo #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #qui gon jinn #qui gon x obi wan #obi wan kenobi #woodscouts #rp partner search #les mis #les miserables #valvert #enjoltaire #courferre #enjolrius #courfius

[galaxynerd420]

I can’t believe I have seen a ship evolution

First it was Snax x Tabii

Then it was Snake x Max

Next it was Snake x Erin

Then I saw Snake x Pikeman

Followed by Snake x Petrol

I saw Snake x Jasper once

Supposingly Snake x Harrison was there as well

I remember seeing Snake x Dolph somewhere

For a short bit there was Snake x Nurf

After that it’s now Snake x Neil

Is there any ships that I missed? I hope not.

#camp camp #campcamp #ccmax #ccsnake #ohgod #ccdolph #ccharrison #ccjasper #ccnikki #ccpetrol #ccpikeman #ccerin #cctabii #ccnurf #its a mess

[ohno-a-selfindulgentshipper]

This chart and post has Camper/Counselor ships. Don’t read the rest of the post if you don’t like Camper/Counselor ships.

Yooo I did the shipping chart, even though no one asked. As shown I’m not that big of a fan of most hetero ships but I think a few are cute or okay. Most of my ships are between the girls but I still like the ships with the guys. Chart made by caracalcakes on Camp Camp Amino. Long post so the rest is under read more.

BITCH THIS IS MY OTP:

Nikki x Ered (My first ever Camp Camp ship)

Preston x Harrison (Look they’re adorable together)

Tabii x Erin x Sasha (I adore them and will ship them all together until the end of time)

Neil x Space Kid (Cute nerds who deserve each other)

Nerris x Gwen (I don’t know why I just love it)

Nerris x Cute Waitress (Started out as a crackship but now I can’t stop loving it)

Gwen x Bonquisha (OOF ITS CUTE, to me)

Max x David (Lmao everyone’s gonna hate me)

I loVe iT:

Any/All girl campers x Gwen (Gwen being paranoid and flustered with the campers is my love)

Any/All girl campers x Nikki (I love how Nikki looks with the girls)

Any/All girl campers x Nerris (Nerris looks cute as shit with every girl)

Any/All girl campers x Ered (Ered’s a girl magnet and likes the attention and affection in my head)

Any/All girl campers x the Flowerscouts (The Flowerscouts deserve love)

Preston x Dolph (Idk another crackship that I ended up loving)

Dolph x Nurf (Cute as hell to me)

It’s fine:

Space Kid x Dolph (It’s kinda cute)

Preston x Erin x Tabii (Crackship I made up in an AU of mine)

Snake x Pikeman (I can see this, add Petrol in and it’s an I loVe iT)

um what:

Neil x Snake (I get the dance episode special happened but what?)

Space Kid x Nurf (I can’t really see it)

Preston x Nurf (Can’t see this one especially after the egg episode)

Jasper x David (Don’t really get the appeal to this one)

David x Daniel (I can tolerate it but I don’t understand it)

Gwen x Jen (I can see how it may be cute but I still don’t understand it)

Gwen x Cute Waitress (Don’t understand this one but it’s fine maybe?)

Cute Waitress x Bonquisha (I dunno if people ship this but if they do then I’m confused)

Stop. Now. :

Any hetero ship that was not listed goes here (I don’t understand most of them and can’t find the appeal to them)

You can ask me about a few though since I’m okay with some.

#Camp Camp #my ships #shipping chart #these are my ships and I'm sorry if you dislike them #people are gonna hate that Maxvid is in here

[cerealmonster15]

Tinder and David's Smile

Tinder: Who are your Camp Camp ships? 

david/happiness is otp ;p i dont particularly think about ships as much for this since most of the cast is Kiddos, hOWEVER, kids holding hands and doing other age appropriate activities together is cute, and me being who i am as a person- i have considered some anyway:

i like any combo of neil, nerris, nikki, and harrison. all four together is fun [that magic adventure episode season 2 brought us recently was a GIFT], nikki and harrison seem to get along really well/nikki is fascinated by harrison’s magic, neil’s the only one other than nerris that ive heard call nerris ‘nerris the cute’ and thats ADORABLE, and in the magic adventure episode he seemed impressed with her too. neil and harrison have that funny rivalry thing, so it’d be kinda cute if it were, like, kids that are rivaly with each other bc they like each other and dont know how to Deal, which is also the same dynamic nerris and harrison have together even more so which is cute. magic duo! also you could argue that mmmmmaybe part of nerris rolling her eyes when nikki thinks harrison’s stuff is cool is bc shes jealous and wants nikki to think shes cool [and vice versa but harrison vs nerris with neil]. theyre just fun kids and i love them

also like, half joking but half serious, what if nurf and petrol. nurf had that brief moment where he revealed he likes boys,,, he and petrol are both Big Children sorta bully types. let them hold hands and beat up nerds together or something lmao

[”i dont ship that much for this” i say as i type out an essay anyway oops]

David’s Smile: Who’s your favorite character? 

I HAVE MANY but in no particular order it’s some weird tie between david, nikki, harrison, preston, nerris, and nurf. i also really enjoy gwen and neil more and more, and the flower scouts get honorable mention bc theyre just so ridiculous it’s hilarious to me [especially in the latest episode that i wont go into detail about bc it’s still only out for first members,, but i enjoyed them in that ;D]

“whos ur favorite character” “like half of them” 

im not good with making choices heh

EDIT: I FORGOT JASPER I ALSO LOVE JASPER 

[x]

#directium #asks

[harrisonarchive]

Scan - 1963, “The Beatles’ van that carried them and all their equipment from concert to concert.” Photo by Dezo Hoffmann.

“There were a lot of good times in the van; all the rough-and-tumble stuff that happens. And there were some hysterical things that happened. I had a good crash once. We were coming over the Apennines, the roads were icy and I was driving pretty quickly as we came through what turned out to be Goole in Yorkshire. Everything was fine until suddenly I went into a right-hand turn. It was a bit sharper than it looked and we went up onto the grass bank, which then sloped down to the left. The whole van tipped as we went down the embankment, at the bottom of which was a wire-mesh fence with concrete posts around a Burton’s factory. We bounced along - bump, bump, bump - knocking down all these concrete poles and finally came to a stop with Neil [Aspinall] sitting in the front seat next to me, howling, ‘Ow, ow, my arm!’ The accident had ripped the filler cap off and the petrol was pouring out. We got out and had to shove T-shirts and things into the hole to try to stop the flow of petrol.
We’d started to push the van back up on the road when, out of nowhere, came, ‘‘Allo, ‘allo, what’s all this then?’ It was a cop, and he booked us for crashing. A couple of months later I went to court; Brian came with me for moral support. (He did stand by his lads.) I think they banned me for three months.” - George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology (x)

#The Beatles #George Harrison #quote #quotes by George #Paul McCartney #John Lennon #Ringo Starr #1963 #1960s #harrisonarchive scans #Brian Epstein #Neil Aspinall #fits queue like a glove