#why does Preston wear socks to camp

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okay so that episode was really good (thoughts on fashion victims, spoilers ahoy)

‘Open your petals’ is definitelyyy a euphemism.

Whole moon diet? I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if that’s a real thing. Influencers are crazy.

Speaking of influencers, I’m loving Ainsley’s role as a metaphor for the toxic ‘positive’ influencer. She’s the perfect allegory for those influencers who help others purely to help themselves.

Even though she’s entirely fake, she has a good point about ballerinas! It’s a bigger issue than people realise.

The cookies are called ‘Bland Ho’. That is all.

David gave me whiplash for a second there, with his earthy colour palette after all that pastel and pink.

‘Mandatory’ not fitting on the cardboard sign is incredibly relatable

Tabii, honey, keep doing your best.

WHY IS PRESTON HERE

Camp Campbell apparently smells like mouldy socks and sadness! ...Yup that sounds about right for a summer camp.

Ainsley has been reminding me of something and I’ve just realised she’s got the exact vibe of a character from My Little Pony. Goddamnit.

The tops are cute! As is Preston!

Sasha is close to combusting...

‘Are you sleepwalking right now, because those sure look like pyjama pants’

The,,,hat,,,looks like a cake,,,,

Miss Priss are you okay.

Tabii is aDORABLE

Someone draw Randy the hairless dog. He sounds cute-

Ainsley is honestly starting to annoy me too.

NEEANCY

why does this have the same vibe as that ‘I’ll have the strawberry soda’ video

tABII IS ADORABLE

‘Oh, no, she meant the smoothie!’

And here’s the horror I was talking abouuttttt why is she wearing that

VERA

VERA IS BACK MY SWEET RUSSIAN CHILD

Are,,, are they gonna kill her

‘No, you Russian dolt!’

My new catchphrase for this ‘thoughts on’ thing is now ‘___ are you okay?’

Vera, are you okay?

THE CUTE WAITRESS IS BACK

wtf,,, what was that ad. evil twin? ,,,daniel??

Also Dadvid :)

Sasha no. Preston NO.

DAVID INSTINCTIVELY STOPPING MAX IS MY FAVOURITE THING

Oh, so it’s like a werewolf diet?

First time it watched this, I forgot about the red paint and thought it was blood.

Awww cute.... no longer cute.

What the fuck.

Summary:

That episode was so good. I wasn’t that excited for it but Sasha slowly losing her sanity, Tabii being the best Flower Scout, the not-so-subtle allegory for Instagram influencers, Vera and The Cute Waitress’ return, and a lil bit of Dadvid in there sold me on it. I was wrong about the horror elements, though. This might be up there with my favourite episodes for this season.

Brief Analysis:

The episode pretty quickly makes its message clear, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. It was definitely an interesting topic for the show to cover! I genuinely don’t like Ainsley. Ainsley right from the get go reeks of falsehood, suggesting dieting methods that will starve someone and constantly flaunting her good deeds, but someone who might not be as aware will perceive her as genuine. It creates the question of whether or not you’re a good person if your good actions are full of selfish intent. Notice the constant mention of the in-canon Instagram. All the good deeds she does are broadcasted, but isn’t able to act when things are negative, as she can’t spin that to help herself. We can compare this to David, who knows that the world is bad but tries to change that, simply because if he refuses to, who else is there? Unlike Ainsley, he doesn’t try to paint the world as better than it is, he actively defies it, but is also able to acknowledge the bad (“pretending like things are okay when they’re not doesn’t help anything”) .

I’m currently working on something involving Max and body language, since I noticed a couple of differences from season 1 to four that I thought were interesting.

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Lost and Found - part 4/6

As Nikki was finishing up the disgusting dish, there was a screeching sound. David, Edgar, and Harrison’s parents had returned.

Edgar was now wearing a pink-and-white plaid shirt over his Camp Campbell T-shirt, along with new shorts and Velcro shoes. He was carrying a new backpack that supposedly contained his other purchases and belongings. Harrison was greatly reminded of who his brother used to be, and it made him feel excited.

David led Harrison’s parents towards the counselors’ cabin. Edgar went inside the mess hall.

“May I see what you bought?” Harrison asked.

Edgar put his bag on the ground and showed Harrison. He had several more plaid shirts, shorts, socks and a cap. “I’m starving.”

While waiting for the leftovers to be microwaved, Edgar flipped through one of the origami instruction books lying on the table, glancing at various patterns before settling on a pinwheel. He then took a single sheet from the pile of sorted paper and began folding something.

Dolph ran over to watch Edgar. “Oooh, a pinwheel!”

Edgar felt disturbed by Dolph watching him, but said nothing. He was slow and careful.

Preston started a conversation with the campers who hadn’t returned to their volleyball game about whether it would be possible to weave a noose from paper strips. It turned into a discussion about the best noose materials.

Edgar’s paper folding was coming out too asymmetrical.

“The edges are not aligned!” Dolph cried.

Edgar ignored him, pressing down the edges as well as he could. It didn’t get better, and Dolph looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.

A few minutes later, the pinwheel still looked terrible. Nerris opened her mouth to laugh, but stopped when she saw Harrison glaring at her.

“Oh, forget it.” Edgar ran out of the mess hall.

“Edgar!” Harrison chased after him.

Edgar was clenching his fists and beating his head with them. “It’s become worse!”

“Edgar, it’s okay,” said Harrison.

“I practice and I try, and it gets worse when I’m stressed and I -” Edgar stopped abruptly.

Harrison reached for his brother, but Edgar gently pushed Harrison’s hands aside. “I need to be alone for a bit.” He went off towards the lake.

When Edgar had left the room, Nikki went over to Edgar’s bag. Several of the other campers also followed her, ignoring the lunch the Quartermaster was serving.

Nikki pulled out the small bag of objects Edgar’s parents had given him. She took out a tool with a looped wire and handle. The loop was wide at the bottom, then indented sharply and became narrow.

“What’s this?” said Max.

“A buttonhook!” Preston exclaimed with glee. “I didn’t know these were around anymore!”

“What does it do?” said Nikki.

“It helps you fasten buttons,” Preston replied.

“Why would Edgar need a buttonhook?” said Max.

“What are you doing?”  Harrison had come back in, holding Edgar’s pinwheel. He grabbed the buttonhook, put it back in the bag and zipped up the backpack. “This is none of your business!”

“Why can’t he do up buttons like everyone else?” Max asked.

“He has dysgraphia,” Harrison answered angrily. “It means he has a hard time doing things like this.” He held up the unfinished pinwheel.

There was an awkward silence.

“What does he have trouble with?” Nerris asked cautiously.

“He didn’t look disabled to me,” said Neil.

“Just because you can’t see it or you’ve never seen it before doesn’t mean it isn’t real!” Harrison snapped. He sat at the table, folded Edgar’s pinwheel, then stormed out with the backpack.

Mr. Copperfield was filling up the Camp Campbell enrollment form on David’s desk. His wife watched over his shoulder and David stood aside.

“We want to be good to Harrison, we really do,” said Mr. Copperfield to David. “But his magic is beyond anything we’ve seen before and that we know how to cope with.”

“You must understand, we’re not trying to change him,” Mrs. Copperfield added. “We want to equip him with the right tools and give him the support he needs,” the mother added. “If you can tell us how to help him, we’d be very grateful.”

“Magic is only one part of this camp,” said David uncertainly.

“We know,” said Mr. Copperfield. “But Harrison is happy here, happier than he was at home. It’s the most positive environment we can give him.” The parents checked the form and gave it to David.

David read through it. “Everything seems to be in order!” His smile turned to confusion. “What’s … dysgraphia?”

“That was the next thing we wanted to discuss,” said Mr. Copperfield. “It’s a writing disability. Edgar also lacks fine motor control and has trouble with simple tasks. There may be some things he finds hard or impossible to do.”

“Please be patient with him,” said his wife. “He does try hard.”

“Of course,” said David. “I’ll be sure to let Gwen know.”

Disclaimer: I do not have dysgraphia, nor do I know anyone with dysgraphia. All my knowledge is from the internet. If you have any advice for how to properly write about the subject of disability, I welcome constructive feedback!