#cam.

i made an impsona and immediately decided he needed to be hit with the horny beam. this is rly just a pinup so i guess y’all can just have it under the cut lmaooo (his name’s cam, short for cameron. my lil rodeo clown himbo. 💖)

LEMON: okay so hear me out

LEMON: i think we should get some people together and do secret santa

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Age: &&.seventeen Grade: &&. eleven Label: &&. the lost soul  Horoscope:  &&. sagittarius  Class: &&. elite Faceclaim:  &&.dylan everett  Availability: &&. closed

↳ LETS DIG INTO HIS PAST...

☛{tw;abuse} There was only one person that Cam has always felt like he could count on and that is his brother Justin. His parents being the important figures in society that they are could get away with almost anything and no one would even blink an eye. His father was a borderline alcohol after a stressful day at the office, his father would come home to some bourbon and one bourbon would turn into five. As a small child Cam did not understand that when this happened it was best to stay out of his father’s way and Cam like a young boy would, would want the attention from his dad which would result in Cam getting beat. Cam grew up fearing his father, and the only way to spend less time at home was to take up hockey. Cam was never too fond of Hockey but it got him out of the house longer, which he needed. 

☛ { tw; suicide mention } When Cam was in grade ten, his hockey talents were known throughout school, and school but when Degrassi boarding school took interest in him, he knew he had to take it with Justin graduating, he knew he needed to find a way to get out as well. As time went on, and not having the pressure of his home life Cam realized how much he hated hockey. It drove him mad, every practice he realized how much he would rather be anywhere besides the rink. All of his teammates would tell him how jealous they were, and how much they wanted his talents, and Cam wished it was something he could give to them so he wouldn’t have to deal with this any longer. This past year the pressure began to get to him, and he even thought about killing himself because of how sad he was from the break-up with maya, to his hatred of hockey, Cam did not want anyone to think of him as weak especially his father so he has been buying prescription for a drug dealer at Degrassi.  

↳ I KNOW ALL YOUR SECRETS

✉ Cam has been so sad lately from his break-up, and the pressure of hockey, and the dislike he has for the sport that he has decided to start taking anti-depressants so that he wouldn’t feel as sad anymore but no one knows.  

✉  Everyone expects Cam to be this big star onces he graduates, but Cam knows that he does not want to pursue hockey, but he is afraid if he tells anyone this that he will be letting everyone down. 

↳ A PARTY ISN’T A PARTY UNTIL SOMEONE CRASHES

          Going to this stupid club, with all these stupid people that were drinking and doing drugs had been a really awful idea. It was camaraderie for the sake of making more friends. Hanging out with the Vixens and Foxes was one thing, but being out at a party where there were older people was a whole other thing. This. Eden’s. Was a completely different thing and Ripley had no idea why he was still here. He could head back to Palmetto. He’d told his parents where he was coming and they weren’t entirely pleased. He’d been to parties sense. Those were different. High school parties with people he knew and house parties with community college people that he knew -- there weren’t that many clubs in Blowing Rock and he and his friends would have had to drive to Asheville for real clubbing. So normally they didn’t. There were too many people, too many drinks being passed around, too many drugs surrounding him. Ripley sipped on some water with lemon, pretending that it was vodka and that he was drunk. After a few hours of that, he’d gotten to the point where he needed some air and a cigarette, so he made his way outside. 

          The cool, fresh air hit him like a wave and felt like a relief. Despite that the air was still warm summer air, it felt cooler than being in a room with a bunch of hot, sweaty people. Thank god, he thought. Ripley lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl up into the air for a moment. When it was just him at practice, when he was with his family, when he’d been in classes at his community college, things had been easier. Sobriety had been easier. Now, not so much. It would be easy to drink, even easier to swallow a pill. Maybe part of him wanted to be that person again. The guy that was easy going, who didn’t care about school, who had an affinity for getting into trouble and not caring about the consequences. He’d become the boy everyone said he’d amount to: a no good, drug dealer who was better off behind bars. Ripley still wanted to be more than that. He wanted to prove that he was worth something to the world. He didn’t know how he planned on doing that. Ripley knew that the only reason he was here was because everyone else came. And with that meant a certain Fox with teal-tipped hair. Not that he’d gotten to see her or talk to her yet. He was hoping to get a few good dances in before the night was up. At least a little bit of fun before heading home.