Lance’s Awful Car Trip Playlist, composed entirely of 80s music, he sings to Keith in the car. (sans the last song Keith actually participates in.) [listen here]
Break My Stride / Matthew Wilder The Safety Dance / Men Without Hats Love To Hate You / Erasure Don’t Stop Me Now / Queen Danger Zone / Kenny Loggins Jump / Van Halen Eye of the Tiger / Survivor Don’t You (Forget About Me) / Simple Minds Everybody Wants To Rule The World / Tears for Fears Waterloo / ABBA St Elmos Fire (Man in Motion) / John Parr Spaceman / Journey I’m On My Way / The Proclaimers This Must Be The Place / Talking Heads Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore / REO Speedwagon
A/N: Hey everyone! This is unexpected, isn’t it? Especially the subject material lol! I’ve been thinking about this particular one shot for a long time though, and I finally started it a few days ago. It’s going to be pretty lengthy, so I’m hoping the motivation sticks with me so I can finish it. Regardless, I’m seeing a ton of SSS/previews on my dash right now, so I figured I’d give you all a little glance at what I’m working on!
Also, does the universe seem familiar? 👀
There’s no bathroom anymore, but a trailer. I’m not on the bathroom floor, but instead curled up on a couch.
There is however, one thing that links the two different scenarios together, one thing that unifies them completely.
Talking about the stomach bug I definitely don’t have.
And just like last time, my entire body reacts accordingly. My eyes widen as tears are quick to re-pool. My limbs tremble as a shiver runs down the length of my spine. My heart seems to skip a few beats before leaping up into my throat, twitching and thundering all the while.
A component is missing from the previous time though; there’s no panic. Utter shock and wonder, perhaps, but no panic. And as I slowly lift my gaze off the floor, breaking the flashback and my thoughts, I can see the reason why.
I’m not alone, in the bathroom nor life in general. I’m with Josh. I’m with my husband.
Slowly I meet his stare in silence, wide blue searching hazel. Though there are hints of confusion wrinkling his forehead, and bits of concern wrinkling his brow, I can see we’re in sync as usual.
He’s come to the same realization as well.
I flounder to say something, my trembling lips opening and closing, but only shaky breaths escape. As usual, Josh is the one to step up, softly framing my face with a hand and opening his mouth to speak.
But right before he can say anything, a knife cuts through the tension. A wiggly, energetic, adorable one.
A small body is quick to follow the high pitched voice, Caden hobbling up to the doorway. The second she catches sight of me, her face breaks out in a toothy toddler grin, and her motives change.
“Mommy!” she shrieks as she runs towards me, oblivious to anything that was going on before, something that’s now being pushed to the back of my head for the time being.
I love it when your tags on reblogs are like: #undertale #toriel first very calm and then #OOOOHHH MYYY GOOOOOOODDD #AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH freaking out XD i just lol
Thank you!! I very much pride myself on my silly little tags :D I like to tag some things normally (as you’ve mentioned) for easy picking if say, someone wanted to find something I’d tagged! I’d also like to think if the artists ever see my reblogs they might really enjoy the tags too :3c