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charmac · 8 months

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Rob McElhenney and Charlie Day in Campfire Stories

They didn't physically interact in this movie, but they did to me, spiritually

#charlie day #rob mcelhenney #campfire stories #gifs #sunny cast #yeah i bought this movie on dvd so i could make gifs #sorry not sorry lol yikes im so unemployed #oc

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queenmayor23 · 6 months

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How do we tell our son?

Y/N, Buck, and Eddie leaned on the kitchen island, watching Christopher play his video game.

"So, how are you two planning on telling him?"

"Yes, Eddie, how are you planning on telling your son?"

"Oh, so he's my son now."

"He's been your son since he was born. I inherited him just a year and some change ago."

"Yeah, this one's on you."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"And have him hate his favorite Uncle Buck? Not a chance. Have you even tested the waters on this conversation yet?"

"I asked him if he liked Y/N once."

"And?"

"And he asked if he could have his sleepover party at your place, and I had to tell him no because I was horny and we were fighting, and I didn't want him and his friends to wake up to us…. doing us. You know how much I love angry sex."

"Was that when you brought Chris to Maddie's, and we did that thing with the rope and the nipple clamp…"

Eddie stood behind Y/N, signaling Buck to stop, but it was too late.

"You what?"

"Bebe. I'm sorry-"

"Edmundo. Diaz."

"Somebody's in trouble."

"Not helping Buck."

"Are you serious? That was supposed to be our thing. The one thing that we didn't share with Buck. We share clothes, food, beds, but not that."

"I was upset, and I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me for the sake of our son?"

"Yes, just because you said "our son," and it sounds so nice when you say it."

"If you like that, you should hear me call my husband's name."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie and Y/N were chest to chest. They would have burned down the building if their sexual tension were a fire.

"You mean we could live with Y/N forever? Awesome!"

Y/N and Eddie look at the sofa to Christopher and Buck looking back at them.

"I helped."

"Dad, when do we move to Papa's house?"

"I thought you liked living here."

"I do, but Papa has a park across the street, and last time, he told me that he would teach me how to play basketball so I could beat a meatball."

"A meatball?"

"You are looking a little beefier than usual."

"Me? You think you two can beat me?"

"You are a man of many talents, but basketball is not one of them."

Y/N pats Eddie on his shoulder, earning a disheartened frown. Chris turns around to resume his game, and Buck enters the kitchen to refill his water bottle.

"Great, now that's over. Now, all you have to do is tell the crew."

"You didn't tell the 118?"

"No, I thought you did."

"Why would I tell them you spend all day with them?"

"Who doesn't know? Hen knows that means Chim knows; therefore, Maddie knows."

"Buck knows."

"Ravi was your best man, so if he doesn't know, he's more of a himbo than me."

"Bobby knows from our anniversary dinner."

"Did you tell Athena?"

"No, she scares me. But she's not stupid she has to know."

"How about this? At the Halloween party, just announce it. You'll have everyone in the same room and only have to do it once."

"That's not a bad idea."

"Look at you, Buck-a-roo."

"I help."

Buck smiles like a puppy dog, receiving a cheek rub from Y/N as his face falls in thought.

"Same room?"

"What? What's wrong now?"

"The holidays. Last year, we were in Cancun with the crew for Thanksgiving, and-"

"You were in the hospital for Christmas."

"So, which family gets what holiday?"

"My family hates Thanksgiving, so we do Christmas in Texas."

"My family will kill me and send a search party for me if I miss a New York Christmas two years in a row."

"You are just adding to the headcannon."

"Here we go again."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Eddie thinks I'm in a mafia family just because I'm a New York Italian."

"Your father's name is Don. You have a weird fascination with gold chains and wearing sunglasses all day, you have a cousin named Vinny, you call people meatball, you said they called you Baby Gambino when you were a kid-"

"Because I was a chubby kid and snuck off to our family's bakery..."

"It's not just a bakery; it's bakeries, meat markets, pizzerias, wine shops, grocery stores, and that's just the stuff you've mentioned."

"... and I don't know how many times I have to tell you my father's name is John, but with his accent, it sounds like Don. You know what, how about you ask him? We do Thanksgiving in Texas and Christmas in New York, and when we're all at the table, you can ask him in front of my whole family."

"Maybe I will."

"If you want to die."

Y/N playfully nudges Buck into a light chuckle.

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justablerd · 9 months

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Astarion: I'm on the run from a Vampire

Karlach: I'm on the run from a Devil

Wyll: I made a pack with a Cambion

Astarion and Karlach: it's okay buddy you'll be on the run soon

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #companion guide #campfire stories #astarion #karlach #wyll

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shmaltato · 6 months

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"Campfire Stories"

#Nashuriween Day 12&13: Campfire/Halloween

I really liked how this turned out. Just the #Nashuri parents telling their kids about the myths of Bast and K'uk'ulkan around a campfire. Nashuriween was fun, though I should plan it better next year.

#nashuri #namuri #seaprincess #namor x shuri #namor #shuri of wakanda #shuri #nashuriween #halloween #campfire stories #halloween prompts

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girlfromthecrypt · 1 month

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So do the ROs have a favorite campfire song/story? I always used the ones from the “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” books, The man who lived in Leeds being top cuz it rhymes and is easy to remember!

Reem: She'll be in charge of playing all the songs, so this one's easy. Her favorite is American Pie. Flo describes her rendition of it as "sounding like a hug." She knows a ton of other songs, too, obviously. A lot for kids as well, but her favorite is American Pie.

She's not particularly enthusiastic about any stories in particular, though.

Flo: He prefers listening to campfire stories instead of telling them, but he does enjoy a good monster tale. Any monster will do, really, so long as it's big and menacing.

As for songs, see Reem's answer and take a wild guess.

Basil: He likes campfire songs as much as the next guy, but hasn't got any preferences. When it comes to stories, though... hoo boy. Yeah, he'll be scaring all the kids for sure. But he knows enough pleasant tales to lighten the mood afterwards, too. His favorite is probably the one with "the Viper".

Anita: She doesn't have any preferences in types of songs either. But she enjoys them! Whichever one. She's just gonna be sitting there, vibing. As long as there's marshmallows, she's a happy camper (get it. Get it???). But she's gonna hit you if you start singing Amazing Grace.

Her favorite story is La Llorona. It still spooks her even after all these years since she first heard it, but she loves it. It's hauntingly beautiful to her.

[Also thank you, anon, you've given me some inspo!]

#if: wip #interactive fiction #hosted games #character asks #choicescript game #romanceable characters #if: such happy campers #dashingdon #campfire stories

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chasingmidnights · 7 months

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The Campfire Stories Masterlist (2023)

This year I'm doing 13 Nights of Halloween and each night is going to be a different (what I'm calling) "campfire stories". Each story is going to be told by a different character ranging from Chris Evans characters to Sebastian Stan characters to Marvel Characters. Make sure to take a look at the Intro to meet the various characters! So, gather around the fire and try not to get too scared.

Intro - Welcome to Lake Knockemstiff

The Campfire Stories

Story One: The Reason Why I Stopped Babysitting Story Two: Mirror, Mirror Story Three: Puppet Me Story Four: The House at the End of the Dead End Road Story Five: Three Nights of the Blood Moon Story Six: Madame Francesca Story Seven: Curiosity Kills Story Eight: Can You Picture It? Story Nine: The Headless Horseman Story Ten: Legends of Devil's Bridge Story Eleven: Little Red Story Twelve: The Elevator Game Story Thirteen: I'm Not Really Here

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ifisthemiddlewordinlife · 2 months

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#camping #campfire cooking #cooking #shrimp #campfire stories

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candlelitcorners · 11 days

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I live a ways outside of town.

No one should be around.

thud, thud, thud...

I'm sitting on the porch one nigh with a steaming cup of tea. The sun is all but set. My house is surrounded by dense, dry forest; the noise is coming from someplace not far off, echoing off the pond.

thud, thud...

It's rhythmic, maybe footsteps. I consider a few animals as a take a sip from my mug. Must be a heavy animal. Would have to be walking very slowly.

The idea is unsettling. It doesn't quite fit.

thud, thud, thud, thud...

It's not getting further away, or nearer for that matter. It sounds just out of eyesight- Just past the tree line. I stare down from my porch into the greenery, squinting to see... anything at all. The scraping, gravely, sound continues.

thud, thud, thud...

It's familiar, right at the front of my brain. I wait as if something will emerge from the woods, but nothing does.

thud, thud, thud...

All at once I recognize the sound.

thud, thud...

A shovel? Someone... digging? Someone digging just out of sight.

thud, thud, thud, thud, thud....

My breath quickens as I set down the mug. I get up, perhaps too quickly. How long have they been watching?

Hurrying inside, the sounds stops abruptly. I hear a metallic clatter outside as I lock the door.

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tyanis · 9 months

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Poll: Which Resident Evil character would tell the best spooky campfire story? FINALS!

Alcina and Heisenberg prove to be master story tellers, spooking even THIS hardened crew.

After sufficiently scary the others, they then set their sights on one another...

#resident evil #resident evil poll #tumblr polls #polls are fun #campfire stories #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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charmac · 8 months

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Charlie Day in Campfire Stories (2001)

#charlie day #campfire stories #gifs #sorry for random cast posting but hes so...#ik he’s gender in sunny but #2001 charlie day was the gender of them all…#oc

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thepalecrawlers · 2 months

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Large wolf-like being, south of Dallas

#high strangeness #thepalecrawlers #interdimensional #spooktober #spooky #cryptid #cryptozoology #cryptids #Texas #wolf man #werewolf #werewolves #scary stories #scary #weird story #campfire stories

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nightcity-scrapbook · 10 days

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Friendship ended with the Bakkers 😤 now the Aldecaldo's are my chooms 😍

(Entry 6: stuck on a gig in the city rn...missing them hours)

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chadfallout76podcast · 9 months

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TOMORROW!!! An EPIC live roleplay event in #Fallout76! Featuring @SleepisforT @jj__mills13 @TheSkullieFace @OnceUpon76Pod and

@ModusFiles at the campfire. YOU build them as a quirky character. THEY build you a Campfire Tale C.A.M.P. LIVE on Twitch at 5pm ET.

Watch it here: chadfallout76podcast - Twitch

#chad: a fallout 76 podcast #chad: a fallout 76 story #fallout 76 #campfire tales #campfire stories #fallout fanfic

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12timetraveler · 9 months

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We Were Never Made to Run Forever

Chapter 64 of Campfire Stories

Summary:

Hosea and his sweetheart were separated after the Blackwater job and have been searching ever since.

Notes:

This idea was given to me by @spurz, who is another amazing writer in the fandom. So go check them out. Thank you again for the idea. This honestly really helped me deal with those post-convention blues after the Tombstone event. ~~~~~~~~~ Word Count: 9004 CW: Light Angst, canon character death, vaginal sex

As always below is just a preview. Read the whole thing on AO3

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It had been a month. An entire month since Hosea had last seen you. You, his beloved, his wife in all but name. The morning of the Blackwater Ferry job the two of you had spent some quiet moments in camp together before you went your way to help Dutch, and Hosea and Arthur went their way to follow up on their little real estate scam. Hosea had a bad feeling about the job but he'd never imagined it would go so wrong. So many dead, such a high price on everyone's heads. And he had no idea what happened to you.

You'd never returned with the others. No one could even tell him for certain if you'd made it out of town. Your job had been to keep watch as a sniper from the top of a building in Blackwater. You'd fired a number of shots, by all accounts you'd been integral in a number of the gang surviving the event. John said after he was shot in the arm the same lawman nearly got him between the eyes, before your bullet shot down from the heavens and bought him enough time to flee. Lenny told him you'd cleared a path for him to carry out the mortally wounded Jenny. Dutch recounted your deadly accuracy every time you were mentioned.

Hosea would have been proud, had any of them been able to say "and then she rode off out of town" or "and I saw her slip away on a boat". But no one could say anything more than that you'd been an incredible shot and an important part of everyone's survival. But what about your survival?

He'd had to fight every instinct, every muscle in his body that begged him to turn his horse around and go back to find you. But he had to be reasonable. If you were hurt or under arrest he'd be no use to you if he got himself injured or captured. Rushing in blindly would do no good to anyone.

He also had a responsibility to your found family. He needed to get them safe, take care of them. He knew you'd kill him if he abandoned them to go look for you. Hell he'd never forgive himself if someone else was hurt or lost because he left them.

Beyond all that, he knew he had to have faith in you. You were smart, wiley, strong. Those were some of the characteristics he'd always admired in you. A true outlaw and con-woman. If anyone would escape in one piece, it was you.

So he went with the rest up to Colter. The cold nearly killed him, but he held on. He had to know that you and the others would be okay. He couldn't just roll over and die.

After almost two weeks on that mountain they'd finally migrated down to Horseshoe Overlook. Only then did Hosea begin his search. He began slowly testing the boundaries of how close he could get to The Great Plains. Surprisingly he could cross the state border into West Elizabeth without issue, but he couldn't get too close to the river separating him and Blackwater. There were patrols everywhere.

So he started sniffing around on the west side of the river. He asked after you at the Flatneck and Riggs train stations. Any traveler he encountered, any homestead he came upon he asked after you. Carefully of course, tactfully. He didn't want to get you in any trouble, bring too much attention to you. But he needed to know if you were alive.

Some nights he'd camp out, but he tried to return to camp often, if only to make sure they were all okay and let them know he was as well. And to check and see if you'd found your way to camp. Unfortunately you never had.

Trelawny had been found sniffing around. He'd had great information about Sean's whereabouts. Hosea begged him to look for you too. Even got a little threatening when Trelawny teased him. But even the man with a thousand connections could not find you.

Somehow there was not so much as a whisper to your whereabouts. It was like you'd just disappeared, evaporated like mist in the air. He tried to put a positive spin on it. The lack of your dead body being reported by the newspapers was a good sign. At least it meant you hadn't been found dead in the streets. It gave him some hope that you were alive somewhere.

After searching for another two weeks or so, he still had no leads on you. He was trying to remain positive, trying not to let the thousands of "what if" scenarios take root in his heart. It was too much for him to bear thinking about.

Finally he made his way up to Strawberry. He had tried to avoid the town, having heard of the carnage Micah and Arthur had caused. The survivors would be jumpy, paranoid. He didn't want to just ride in and start asking around. But he knew there wasn't a lot of other choice if he wanted to find you.

And he'd burn heaven and earth to find you.

#Hosea/reader #hosea/f!reader #campfire stories #rdr2 fanfic #Rdr2 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

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polypd · 9 months

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firecoded but in the sense of the hearth, firecoded but not destructive, instead sustaining. A warmth on a cold winter night, a lit torch in a dark place. Campfire stories and roasted marshmallows. Scented candles. Firecoded but in a gentle way.

#firecoded #fireplace #fire #hearths #campfire stories #campfire songs #campfire food #🎲jrwi🎲#🔮talking tag🔮#🎃og post🎃#chip jrwi

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chasingmidnights · 5 months

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story thirteen

Title: I’m Not Really Here

Storyteller: Reader

Summary: A story on your tragic ending.

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI! Warnings include but not limited to: angst; soft!dark themes; character death; mentions of alcohol; mentions of police/paramedics/ambulance; peer pressure; implied ghost; and I think that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes; nothing is beta read. By clicking “keep reading”, you agree to these warnings & any ones that I may have missed and that you are over the age of 18.

Wordcount: 1,095

“Ooo, this should be good. The writer telling us a story. One of your own, perhaps?” Wanda asked, a huge smile on her face.

The corners of your mouth curled up to form a small smile as your friend brought up your hobby. “Well, kinda.”

“Well, don’t keep us waiting, go on and share.” Andy said, encouraging you.

“Right, here I go. So, this happened right before I was about to start university, almost two years ago. A group of friends of mine were having a small party down by the lake of my home town. Well, it was more like an old rock quarry and there was all kinds of equipment left behind.It was actually advised not to swim in the water, there was even a big warning sign claiming that there was debris in the water. But of course, that didn’t stop us from going in and swimming anyway. We were young and unstoppable, at least, that’s what we thought at the time. The night was young and the moon was perfectly round and high in the sky, lighting up the whole quarry.

“I was enjoying the night by sitting around the bonfire and talking with my friends. Things couldn’t have been better, heck, there was even a D.J. set up and someone was playing music. It wasn’t until a group of older guys showed up with some alcohol when things started to get a bit more rowdy. At first, people had only been swimming in the more shallow part of the lake. But as the night went on and the more booze was consumed, everyone started to get a bit more daring. I watched from my seat as everyone started to jump off of the old equipment and into the lake. There was one particular platform that hung over the deepest part of the lake that seemed to be a favorite to jump from.

“My stomach churned as I watched my peers jump willingly into the treacherous lake. Splash after splash, a sense of relief would wash over me each time someone emerged from the water. Even my friends that I had been sitting with each took a turn jumping into the lake from that platform. I shook my head no as they tried to get me to go with them and when they returned from their jump, they tried again. I kept telling them no and if it hadn’t been for the older group dragging me out of my chair and towards the platform, I never would’ve jumped. I took a deep breath and climbed the rickety ladder up to the platform. My whole body shook as I carefully walked across the rusted metal. As I got closer to the edge, I started to panic, wishing more and more that I had just stayed home. The distant chanting of my peers encouraging me to jump made me even more anxious about this whole thing.

“I took a few steps back and tried to hype myself up as I pulled my hair back and up into a ponytail. Before I knew it, my breath hitched in my throat as I jumped off of the platform. The wind stung my face and arms as I plummeted towards the dark blue water. My body smacked hard against the surface of the water as I made impact with it and I gasped for air as I resurfaced. I was met with the sound of applause as I swam back to shore. One of my friends greeted me with a blanket and ushered me over to the fire. People patted my shoulders and asked for high fives as I passed them. As I warmed up by the fire, my body still shook and ached and an unusual cold feeling had started to wash over me. I stared into the fire, still in disbelief that I had actually done that.

“After a few moments, commotion around the shore got my attention and I decided to go check it out. I looked to see what everyone was chattering and pointing at, then I saw it. There was a body floating in the water and one of the older guys was swimming out to see what was going on and if the person was okay. When he got there, he examined the area and as hoisted the other body over his arm, he lifted a huge metal pipe. ‘There’s a metal pipe in here,’ he shouted before tossing the pipe off to the side. Everyone gasped, even myself, as the guy swam back to shore with the body. I watched as the guy started to perform CPR and as I watched, other people started to hurry up and leave.

“A gut wrenching sob caught my attention and I couldn’t help but be filled with worry once I realized the sob had come from one of my friends. I walked over to her to try and provide some comfort but it seemed like whatever I did, failed. That’s when it hit me. As I stood next to my friend, noticing the familiarity of the body that the guy was performing CPR on. It was my body. I stumbled over to it and just as I got to it, I collapsed to my knees. I hadn’t survived the fall. Of course, I would be the one to hit a metal pipe and die. This isn’t fair. I was supposed to have a nice, long life and start my life at university and maybe even fall in love. And oh god, my mom. Who’s going to look after her?

“It wasn’t long before police and an ambulance showed up. By then though, nearly everyone had left the quarry. The police questioned the few that had actually stayed and I stayed near my body the entire time, not wanting to leave it. When the paramedics finally lifted my body into the ambulance, I could feel myself starting to fade. As the ambulance drove away with my body, everything started to go dark and life ceased to exist.”

The group was so enthralled by your story that they didn’t hear the approaching footsteps. So, when a twig snapped, everyone turned in the direction and were met with a bright light from a flashlight.

“Whoa there, Park Ranger Bodecker here, didn’t mean to startle you lot.” The park ranger chuckled, his drawl thick. “Everyone alright? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The park ranger scanned the group with his flashlight and when it landed where you had just been sitting, you were gone.

#13 nights of halloween #campfire stories #story number thirteen #the last story #multi fandom #multi fandom event

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