jordan. she/her. twenty five. est. sagittarius sun, libra moon, gemini rising. entp. deaf. multifandom; tv, film, video games, theatre, podcasts, ya fiction. roleplayer. this blog operates as my personal, my writing blog, and a place to reblog character inspo. i create content and will take requests, just ask! feel free to tag me in any posts you think i might like, too, i track #danicamp. ❤I know that it's exciting, running through the night, but every perfect summer's eating me alive until you're gone.
found out that one of my first rp partners passed away this weekend. he literally taught me how to rp and was one of my first friends on here. it’s really taken me aback and i’m already dealing with some fun seasonal depression and idk… i think i’m gonna have to take a break from rping for a bit.
i call jackie a loser girlfailure so often because if i let myself face the affection i have for her it makes me sad. like what do you mean this girl who was so nice to everyone and who loved her best friend and her team and soccer and was excited to graduate high school and excited to go to college and excited to live her life died from hypothermia while feeling alone confused betrayed and abandoned. just because she didn’t have what it takes to survive in the wilderness. the majority of people don’t have what it takes, she was just the one that got unlucky enough to have to try. and she tried so hard it’s heartbreaking, it was like watching an insect thrash in a spiderweb. her trying to reinvent her leadership but getting it all wrong, operating the woods like a high school that needs to have parties and dances and sleepovers. it was her unconscious escapism from having to face actually losing all that, and she had to die because of it. a seventeen year old girl died because she didn’t want to trade dressing up painting nails and gossiping for the law of the jungle that was being forced on her. “she would have wanted that” they say as they eat her body and the truth is no, no she wouldn’t have. she would be horrified and she would cry and sob if she knew what they did to her, because she was just a scared confused teenage girl and not a noble self-sacrificing hero or a patron saint
