Field Trip

The Zodiac Signs Going on a Field Trip

Very excited, likely talkative: Gemini, Leo, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Pisces

Happy but secretly worried about getting lost/making some mistake and ruining the trip: Cancer, Virgo, Libra

Calm: Aries, Taurus, Capricorn

Reddie field trip headcanon

  • Richie would act as if he gave zero fucks about field trips although he’s secretly super excited about it


  • Eddie on the other hand, literally doesn’t want to go because germs and shit


  • Richie had to talk him out to go because “it would be so boring without you, Eds.”


  • The losers would go everywhere together, abandoning their assigned groups


  • “Oh sorry, we can’t accept liquids in here.” “well that wasn’t what your mom said last night” -Richie Tozier


  • “You need to be taller for this ride, I’m sorry.” “That is so fucking disgusting” -Eddie Kaspbrak


  • Richie would try to hold Eddie’s hand while walking, but Eddie would always slap his hands away and say “people are around, Rich!”


  • Then Richie would lowkey get mad and was just like “well I whO the fuck cares?”


  • Eddie would eventually give up, sighs, and holds Richie’s hand


  • Richie would start smiling so much


  • They would all get cotton candy and Eddie would take Richie’s away because he’s sure they boy is already too high on sugar
STORY TIME!

when i was in second grade we were getting on the bus to go on a field trip when a boy from my class gets down in front of me on one knee hOLDING A RINGPOP and asks “will you marry me?” and i, being the bitchy little 8 year old that i was, said no and took the ringpop anyways

Field Trip

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I went with a more normal storyline, I hope that’s okay!

I don’t have any younger siblings or cousins, so I don’t know how tall 10 year olds are, so just, sorry.

I also don’t know anyone that’s autistic, so I hope I portrayed the child okay.

If you were being honest, you were having as much fun as the school kids were. You had to keep reminding yourself that you were just a teacher’s assistant, not a 5th grader yourself, but you were enthralled with Stark Industries. The teacher you were helping, Mrs. Robins, had told the kids that none of the Avengers would be making an appearance at today’s field trip, but they had all hoped they’d catch a glimpse, as did you.

The kids squealed when Tony Stark casually strolled up to you and Mrs. Robins, introducing himself and informing you both that he was just dropping by to say hello. It was a frenzy, all the kids descended on Tony Stark like a tidal wave, clamouring for photos and autographs. You were dazzled too, but something in your gut told you to look for Lucas. He was autistic and Mrs. Robins told you that he had a tendency to wander away from the group on previous trips.

Your stomach sinks through the floor as you notice he’s missing. You check and re-check the crowd of kids a dozen times, you were starting to panic.

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Happy Monday

For my anon who requested:  Rewrite of Monday in which Mulder wakes up next to Scully, them being the reason why the waterbed is leaking ;)

This was so hard to write, but I finally found a way through the blockage! Thanks for the prompt, anon. I hope this doesn’t disappoint too much. This is slightly NSFW. It’s a little on the long side so I’m putting some under the cut.

Tagging @today-in-fic​ and @fictober​.

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He was warm and wet from the waist down. For a microsecond he let it soak in to his consciousness like the unfurling and delicious memory of a sex dream. Then he realised his top half was just as wet, and that the warmth was rapidly cooling. He flung out an arm and a splatter of droplets flew up, followed by a yelp. His eyes popped open. Scully’s hair was fanned out over the pillow but her face was turned towards him, eyes wide.

          “What the…”

          He lifted himself up on his elbows and turned to look down the bed. A steady spout of water curved up and over from the end, spilling the contents of the waterbed onto the duvet cover. He pushed himself down to cover it with his finger. He exhaled but no sooner had the air whistled out of his mouth than a spout appeared on the opposite end and the water splayed directly onto Scully’s head.

          “…fuck, Mulder?”

          As he lay across the bed, stopping water with fingers, toes, shirts and boxers, he spied the cause.

The bed rippled beneath them and she was all moans and sighs on the water. Mulder imagined her swimming naked through the breakers, supple and fluid, roiling with the waves. As he opened his eyes to tell her she shifted from under him and pushed him over on to his back. She sat astride him, her skirt bunched at her waist, as she unbuttoned her blouse and shucked it off. He reached up to her breasts, cupping them through her bra and she shook her head back revealing the curve of her neck and the gentle slope of her shoulders. Her collar bones shadowed dark and light on the gentle motion of the bed. He caressed her as she lifted herself up to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. He shuffled down his hips and the bed wobbled.

“This is so unbelievably sexy, Mulder. Fucking hot,” she said. “This is a fantasy of mine – what about you? What do you dream about?”

His brain shifted up a gear as he picked through the more appropriate images he’d stored away over the years.

“Scully, can you keep your skirt and stockings on?”

She giggled into his mouth. “That’s pretty tame, Mulder.”

“And your shoes?”

“Now you’re talking,” she said, pushing herself onto him in agonising bursts of ecstasy. They both let out a slow-release, pressure-cooker sigh.

He sat back on the bed as the downstairs neighbour yelled in his ear, his feet sunk in to the ruined carpet, the screen of his watch, his Omega Dynamic, was clouded over and when he tipped his cellphone upside down, water poured out.

Scully had showered, dressed, made coffee and was sinking into one of his dining chairs, wet hair falling over her face. She pushed a mug towards him and he finally saw her, really saw her. The Scully who had loved him last night was sitting in his dining room this morning. The Scully who had burst his waterbed with her spike heels and enthusiasm was sipping on black coffee opposite him. She smiled.

“Happy Monday, Mulder.”

“I could make some wisecrack about wet patches and wet dreams, but I’m guessing that a morning after has never been quite such a damp squib for you, Scully. I’m sorry.”

She blew the steam off her coffee. “I’m not, Mulder.” She slid a hand across the table to touch his. “Last night was special. Thank you.”

Her honesty silenced him. He wasn’t expecting it. Despite all they’d been through, abductions, cancer, Emily, losing the X Files, talking about feelings was still so hard. He looked at the knots in the wood of the table. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

“I wasn’t expecting a waterbed. That was quite the surprise, Mulder.”

He chuckled. “That bed has been nothing but a surprise, Scully. But I think it might be time to buy a new one.”

“I’ll come with you,” she said, her voice low. “If you want some help to choose.”

Blushing Scully used to be his favourite, but orgasm Scully had recently been promoted. “It has to be comfortable,” he said, adding hopefully, “for you too, Scully.”

The squeeze of her hand on his was all he needed. “We can go after work.”

He let his head fall into his hands. “Forecasting meeting from hell.”

She ruffled his hair. “Then bed shopping heaven, Mulder.”

This can’t be real, he thought. This has got to be some kind of dream. This cannot last. He’ll fuck it up, he’ll make her hate him, he’ll ruin her, she’ll regret this over and over. He sighed as she closed the door behind her. His muscles ached as he stood up, a good ache, for a good reason. He watched at the window enjoying the pain, enjoying watching her as she disappeared in a wavy, hazy pool of yellow goop. He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbed his cheeks, feeling them disintegrate beneath his fingers. He opened his eyes and watched his feet waver and fade.

“We’re still in the cave.” His voice rippled away.

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  • me: omg I'm so excited for my field trip tomorrow
  • my brain: but what about all the chatrooms you'll miss
  • my brain: v's route is coming out tomorrow
  • my brain: you won't be able to post yooseven for a whole day
  • my brain: tomorrow is the 4th day what if you don't get anyone's route and you end up killing Yoosung
  • my brain: t h e r e i s n o w i f i o n t h e b u s
  • me: ...
  • me: fuck
Signs as things people have said over the course of a four-day field trip:
  • Aries: WHO SAID MEGHAN TRAINOR IS SHE HERE WHERE IS SHE
  • Taurus: (Speaking to the ghost bride on Haunted Mansion) My girlfriend's a ghost love you babe
  • Gemini: *Hardcore singing Phantom of the Opera on the bus*
  • Cancer: I cook my salad because I like it warm
  • Leo: YOU DONT MICROWAVE A SALAD NATHAN
  • Virgo: Whatever happens on the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse stays in the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
  • Libra: *inaudible screaming on Haunted Mansion*
  • Scorpio: No one's incredibly thicc as Gaston
  • Saggitarius: Has anyone wondered how blind people know when to stop wiping?
  • Capricorn: MEGHAN TRAINOR IS NOT A HORSE
  • Aquarius: Join the Meghan Horse Trainor Club
  • Pisces: *Starts a full-on heated argument on whether it's better to brush your teeth before or after breakfast*
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Top to bottom - Pillow Structures, flame structures, and the last two pictures showing Ball structures caused by different sediment densities.

Ball and pillow structures - Often occur with interbedding between sandstones and mudstones and are the result of physical shock applied to these unconsolidated sediments. Lobes from the overlying sediment are broken off often during earthquakes, volcanoes, rapid sedimentation rates, or meteorite impacts and drift down into the underlying sediments. Ball structures are still attached, whereas pillow structures have become completely detached into the other sediment.

Next, flame structures are also a type of deformation in unlithified sediments. The weight of the overlying bed forces sediments up from the underlying bed. In order for this to occur, both sediment layers need to be saturated with water, the overlying bed must have a higher density than the underlying bed, or pressure differences between the two, and lastly the beds have to undergo additional stress usually in the form of an earthquake, volcanic activity, meteorite activity.