airport visit

guide to becoming relatively productive when you’re not doing anything
  • draw something using the paint tool on your laptop
  • reread a book that you like and reevaluate if you still like it
  • write a poem that does not rhyme if you always write a rhyming poem and a poem that rhymes if you’re more of a free-verse poet.
  • go for a walk. alone. and try to pick some wild flowers on your way home for pressing.
  • exercise. stretch a little bit. work out a little.
  • calculate your monthly dues and see if you’re still financially stable
  • try to exercise your breathing (buteyko exercises), find your inner peace, and/or do yoga
  • make cute little playlists for future purposes
  • play with your cats, dogs, and pets and give them a little bubble bath
  • go to a coffee shop from another neighborhood
  • and sit beside a stranger, also a little challenge: befriend them
  • explore a new place; may it be a cute little city or a strange little town
  • visit an airport and sketch a couple of strangers- their figures and stuff.
  • visit the neighbor that you never had the chance to talk to.
  • talk to your old friend, that one friend that you “never talked again”
  • clean your room, change your sheets, or rearrange some of the furnitures/stuff in there
  • ask someone out- may or may not be the person that you like
  • try to learn something- a new language (the basics and alphabet)
  • plant a tree or a plant
  • sign up for an environmental organization (that may or may not be focusing in saving the bees)
  • try to immerse yourself with a new lifestyle and try to appreciate it
  • sew some of your clothes incision close
  • do a little embroidery of your fave thing on your fave shirt (even if you don’t know how, yes, google it up)
  • write a letter to 30-year-old self
  • make a cute video using your phone
  • reevaluate your life choices- do you like the current you
  • make a little something for your best friend
  • do some little diys/craft from pinterest
MASTERLIST

 IMAGINES :

Stiles Stilinski

Studying
Well That Wasn’t So Bad
Fight Fight Fight!
Games
Holiday Party
Hostage
- Don’t Leave Me
Remember  (part 2)  (part 3)
Sticky Situation
Don’t Forget Me
100th Date
Vacation
Unprotected
More Than Star Wars
- Just Friends  (part 2)  (part 3)  (part 4)  (part 5)  (part 6)  (part 7)       (part 8)  (part 9)  (part 10)  (part 11)  (epilogue)
- Werewolf’s Anchor
- Valentine’s Day Special
- Reunion
- Alone
- Scared to be Lonely
- Video Games (songfic)
- Dating Stiles Stilinski Would Include
- Like She’s Mine  (part 2)  (part 3)  (part 4)  (part 5)  (part 6)  (part 7)  (part 8)  (part 9)  (part 10)  (part 11)  (part 12)  (part 13)  (part 14)  (part 15)
- Siren
- The Hardest Goodbye  (part 2)
- Comfort
- Camping Trips
- Wild
- Where’s My Love
- Wires (ft Void)
- The Blood on His Hands **smut**
- Halcyon
- Love Notes
- Numb
- Character Ask List
- My Own


Malia Tate

Christmas Love
School Dance
The Beach (songfic)
Storytime 
- Nerves
- Taste Testing
- Drive Thru
- Being Malia’s Anchor/Best Friend Headcannons
- Love you Most
- The Child and the Coyote   (part two)  (part three)   (part four)   (part five)
- Character Ask List
“I Promise”


Scott McCall

Dating Scott Would Include
Another Girl
Long Time Crush
Sleeping Beauty
The One With Little Lucy
Our Childhood
The One Where You’re a Mom  (part 2)
6x08 Aftermath
- Werewolves Don’t Exist
- Forbidden  (part 2)  (part 3)
- Soulmates
- Werewolf Meetings
- Perfect
- The War
- Youth
- Late Night Cuddles
- I Do, Right?
- Chasing After You
- Hotel in Paris **smut**
- Morning Coffee


Allison Argent

It’s a Date
Untitled
Sleepovers
Visions 
- Happy Birthday
- Mommies
- Festivities
- Just Visiting
- Airport
- New Girl
- Brought Back
- I Want You Here
- Tattooed
- The Cute One
- Character Ask List
- Dreaming of Us



Kira Yukimura

Nightlight
The Kitsune’s Anchor
- I Don’t Want to be Out Anymore    (part 2)
- Hurt for Me
- Character Ask List


Lydia Martin

My Girlfriend
The List
Drunken Feelings    (part 2)
- The Cliche Rain Scene
- Perfectly Flawed
- Cool Girl
- Anchors
- Character Ask List


Corey Bryant

Digits


Theo Raeken

Blinded
Bus Seats
6x06
Heartbeat
Future Talking
- Flirt
- You’ll Never Be Friends
- Being the Bait
- Sleep: Interrupted
- Never Hated You
- Thanatophobia


Nolan Holloway

- The Beautiful Girl With the Blue Eyes


Isaac Lahey

- Little Hale


Stydia Fanficton

Remember I Love You
- Stydia Fanclub
- Character Ask List


Scallison Fanfiction

*ONESHOTS IN THE WORKS*


Pack Imagines

- Watching The Superbowl With the Pack Includes


Stuart Twombly

Work Events
- Success


Mitch Rapp

- Weakness


Peter Parker

- The Night We Met


Richie Tozier

- Headcannons
- Sunshine
- School Dances


Archie Andrews

- Somebody Else


Other Writings

- Scallisaac: Allison’s Side of the Story
- Scallisaac: Scott’s Side of the Story
(written by my fabulous friend)
- Scallisaac: Isaac’s Side of the Story (written by another faboo friend)


a/n: requests are always open! though they may take a while i love hearing from y’all :3

When I was leaving from the airport this morning after dropping you off i kept feeling like I was forgetting something then I realized it was you..
—  please come back now being without you doesn’t feel right
Damijon Nsfw-ish?

Alfred was, of course, the first to find them in their seemingly natural undressed and fooling around the state. It was Monday morning, a hard thing does anyone to cope with but for Alfred, it was like any other day. Bruce was up first to head to the office so he took his breakfast at the table with Cassandra who Alfred knew hadn’t even gone to bed yet. Tim and Jason dropped by for a minute each to get a glass of orange juice before running off again and Dick called the manor asking if Alfred needed a ride to the airport for his visit to England in a week. It was a normal morning. A normal morning also entailed a trip to Damian Wayne’s room for a quick breakfast in bed since the now twenty-year-old couldn’t ever be found out of bed before noon.
“Rise and shine, Master Damian,” Alfred called as he walked right into the room, he heard the regular stirring of Damian but another noise caught his attention. A yawn that definitely didn’t belong to the youngest Wayne. When his attention finally went to the bed his eyes widened and he had to catch the try before it fell out of his hands. There wasn’t just one Damian in the bed, an equally as tired and equally as naked Jon Kent laid his head on Damian’s chest and from what Alfred could see their entire bodies tangled together under the covers. Damian was first to take in that the two weren’t alone anymore, his eyes widening when he realized Alfred was in the room.
“Will Mr. Kent need a plate as well?”
“He’s leaving. I hope no one else will come to know of this-”
“You act as if this is the first time I’ve walked in on a Wayne entertaining a Kent” Alfred smirked before placing the tray on the nightstand and walking out.

-

Dick is the first of his brothers to find out. He sneaks into the manor because it was Thursday and Thursdays mean Alfred baked his favorite apple turnovers and there were for sure some leftovers in the kitchen. He also knows that Damian is home alone that night, Alfred left that morning to visit a friend for the weekend and Bruce was off world with some league members so he thought he’d take the opportunity to bond with his baby brother.
When he crawled through the window he was met with the expected, eerily quiet house, the only sound being the creak of every step he took.
“Damian?” He called making a b-line for the kitchen, not even attempting to look for the kid. “You hom-ly shit!” He did not see apple turnovers on the counter, what he did see was the shirtless back of a faintly familiar eighteen-year-old boy. Dick stands there with his eyes closed so he doesn’t see Damian stand up but he nearly gags when he hears the sound of his knees cracking with the motion.
“Grayson!”
“Damian, what the hell? Who is that?” He yells back.
“Uh, hi, Dick,” a voice, much deeper than Damian’s replies. Dick walks out of the kitchen at that, not wanting to acknowledge that he walked in on Jon Kent getting blown by his brother.
“DON’T TELL ANYONE!”
“I ALREADY FORGOT!”

-

Next is Cassandra, she’s sitting on top of the t-rex for some alone time but she’s rudely interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle driving into the cave followed by the booming laughter of Superboy. She doesn’t bother climbing down, thinking the boys were going to go up for dinner in a second anyway.
“You let me win, Jonathan, you’re much faster than my bike and we both know it.” She stays silent as she watches the exchange, a bit intrigued by the two. However, when she notices them stepping closer and closer together she starts realizing why the duo decided to patrol together for the third night in a row.
“Yeah, but how can I pass up the opportunity to get you na-”
“No!” Both men shoot apart at the voice, blushing furiously when the small Asian jumps down from her perch.
“Cass-”
“No!” Is all she repeats before storming off. Jon tries to wrap his arms around Damian but he’s pushed off before he too, just like his sister, storms off. Only instead of the clock entrance, he goes towards the showers.
“Coming or not, Kent?”

-

It’s entirely Damian’s fault when Barbara calls him on his personal phone to ask why he’s hanging (more like messing) around the bat signal with Superboy. It’s in a teasing tone and he contemplates whether or not to throw his phone at the camera he knows she saw them through.
“You were off for the night, Oracle.”
“Alfred wanted me to check up on you, said you were getting late.” He hears the smile on her face and when he turns he sees Jon giving the camera a thumbs up, he doesn’t hesitate to push him off that part of the roof.
“That’s not how you treat your boyfriend!”
“Why are you so calm about this?”
“Dick told me.”

-

When Jason finds out it’s when he sneaks into the Batcave to fix up his bike, it’s almost seven in the morning so everyone was either off at school or in the office, the only one who could possibly find him was Alfred. However, when he drives in he hears the soundtrack to 50 Shades of Grey (he’s pretty sure, he hasn’t seen the movie) playing and he sees Jon sitting and Damian’s lap, the former doing some lewd motions from what Jason could tell.
“A bit early for that, is it not? And Jon what would your mom say about skipping school?” Jon is pushed to the floor in a second, Damian putting his head in his hands as he groans.
“It’s senior ditch day,” Jon explains but Jason only smiles up at him. “I’m gonna go-”
“No, Jon, stay, I have questions.”
“Four years, no he doesn’t know, and yes we do, now why are you here?” Damian answers without even hearing the questions. Jason chuckles and taps his bike with his helmet.
“Nothing, I got what I needed.” Damian raises an eyebrow as he watches the older man slip his helmet back on and drive back out of the cave.
“Is he going to tell?”
“Tell who? Bruce? No, he likes knowing things Bruce doesn’t.”

-

Tim gets the biggest hit of it. He’s sleeping in the manor that night because his own place didn’t have power or hot water, that and he heard that Alfred was making breakfast for dinner and he would never pass up a plate of Alfred’s pancakes.
He’s walking back from the washroom when he hears it, a whimper and from his experience living with Damian that one week he knows that he might hurt himself in his sleep. So he doesn’t hesitate opening his bedroom door to check up on the boy he claims to hate. But the whimper he heard wasn’t from a bad dream, or from Damian at all for that matter.
“Oh my God…” Tim whispers, he quickly closes the door and is tempted to run to the kitchen to boil his eyeballs. The image of Jon Kent getting, he couldn’t even think about it without wanting to throw up.
He runs into Cass on his way back to his bedroom, she just nods in sad understanding before slipping down another hall.

-

The dinner table is quiet that night, a welcome back dinner for Bruce. Damian could feel all the shifting eyes between him and Bruce, the latter confused by the unusual silence of his family.
“Did something happen that I wasn’t made aware of?” He asks. Tim opens his mouth to talk but all that comes out is a puff of air when Damian kicks him under the table.
“Alfred this tastes wonderful,” Barbara says from her spot at the other end of the table.
“Thank you, Miss Gordon. It’s Master Bruce’s favorite.”
“And does Damian share his love for lobster?”
“No, Master Damian enjoys chicken with corn, anything found on a farm really.” Dick spits out the water and Barbara snorts. Damian cataloged their reactions for later, revenge will be necessary.

-

It’s a few nights later that Bruce finally learns what the fuss was at dinner. He’s home early from a WE event and goes to check that Damian got home alright because they got in an argument before and Damian got a little bit too much to drink. Luckily Jon Kent was attending with his ‘reporter’ father and offered to fly him home.
He tripped over a shoe on his way to Damian’s room, a shoe that was a little too worn out to belong to Damian. Picking it up he noticed another article on the floor, this one he instantly recognized as Jon’s identical glasses to his father’s.
“Damian?” Bruce asks as he walks into the room, two figures on the bed freeze at the sound. Bruce’s eyes narrow and he motions for Damian to follow him. “We need to talk”
“Well, I owe Oracle twenty dollars so I’m gonna get to the clock-”
“You too. Get dressed and my study in ten minutes.” He turns swiftly and walks off back down the hall.
“Do you think he noticed you’re wearing his-”
“No, and don’t bring it up. The last thing I need is getting in trouble for wearing his costume again.”

Aph Russia using the power of his scarf to cover America’s eyes from behind in a “guess who?” manner. Then using it to give America an even greater hug. The tail ends of said scarf lifting Alfred off his feet, only encouraged by his blustering.

America landing at the airport to visit Ivan; he spots him because the scarf is able to hold a sign with his name on it high above the crowd.

Ivan’s magic moving scarf cleaning Alfred’s glasses while Ivan works on his knitting, or even knitting itself while the two cuddle. The scarf trying one of those suave “yawning and draping an arm over America’s shoulder” maneuvers. America just rolls his eyes and snuggles closer to Russia.

Guess who is in Canada?

Thats right, me.

Also, I got lost trying to walk to Edmonton Mall, and have managed to get a stoter of a headache due to the jetlag, the fact I don’t know how to cross these bloody roads and general low level freaking out about being on my own.

Things I have found that have made me go…. hmmmm

  1. Licence plates only on the back of cars. Weird.
  2. Jiffy Lube. I’m dying.
  3. Forever 21 isn’t as bad as everyone made out, I got a top (that was sold as a dress but… unless you are like, 5′0 it’s a top) and a pair of shorts. Some of it was dire - I saw a lot of mesh.
  4. The Disney Store doesnt have any Canadian themed toys. WTF? 
  5. Sales people are SO DAMN CHIPPER. Like, I went into loads of stores and within about 2 seconds of me stepping over the door there was a lovely, bright young thing asking me how I was doing, and if I needed anything, and omg aren’t your shoes just the coolest? Please, I don’t even know what this store SELLS yet, give me 5 minutes. Also, yes, they are awesome, and black glittery, and I don’t think you guys can get them over here because New Look?
  6. I don’t know how the pedestrian road crossings work. Like, I get the fact that the hand means stop and the white walker means go, but like… whats the flashy hand mean? Why are your roads so fucking WIDE? My brain keeps thinking I’m trying to cross a motorway and my legs do not want to step out onto the road because of death.
  7. You drive on the wrong side of the road. I know, I know… it’s a thing. But it’s enough of a thing that it makes me super confused about how not to die as a pedestrian. 
  8. Every second car is a pick-up truck. SUV, Truck, Car, Truck, SUV, People Carrier, Truck. Is this how Texas is? I thought I was in Edmonton! 
  9. I saw a magpie (just the same as the ones at home) and a squirrel - also just the same. I dunno what I was expecting, but I saluted the Magpie just incase. You never know. 
  10. Apparently there is something interesting about this year and it being 150 years of something. Because loads of shops had t-shirts with 150 on them. 
  11. No duvets - just quilts. 
  12. Complete lack of Moose and Moose themed items. Considering that this was going to be like…90% of my holiday gifts for folk back home, it’s put a spanner in the works. 
  13. I got a Cesar salad and it was iceberg drenched in sauce. Just iceberg. Not sure if it was the crappy hotel restaurant or if this is normal. 
  14. I’m holding off getting a Tim Hortons until @m0th3rw4r gets here so I can experience Canadiana with a Canadian. 
  15. I saw a Hooters! 
  16. I was in the country for all of 15 seconds before I saw a hockey stick. Thank you for not disappointing, Edmonton Airport. 
Robert Small x Reader (sfw)

It was stormy yesterday so I got some Soft Tender Sappy Feels and wanting to give writing a drabble a try with our favourite Knife Dad
pLEASE note I am not a writer by any stretch, I did this for fun and @ruriska helped with some tweaks here and there (ty bb u3u)
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A storm builds outside, the rain a constant for the past few hours since you and Robert returned from the airport earlier after visiting Val.

You’d both walked in, leaving your bags by the door and instead opting for a quick hot shower to chase away the chill and fresh clothes. You’ll take your stuff home later.. or maybe just wash your laundry here with Robert’s. Since Amanda had left, if you weren’t at Robert’s, he was at yours and you’d both accumulated a fair amount of belongings at the other’s.  

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“I don’t want to go out on a Kennedy driveway to a Kennedy airport to visit a Kennedy School – that’s what Ethel said. And besides: I’ve got everything I want, I have that flame [in Arlington National Cemetery] and I have the Cape. Those were the only two things I cared about. I care about the flame. Sometimes you drive across that bridge and see that Lee mansion all lit up, that’s one of the first things Caroline learned to recognize. I wanted that flame and I wanted Cape Kennedy. I don’t care what people say. I want that flame, and I wanted his name on just that one booster, the one that would put us ahead of the Russians…that’s all I wanted”

(-Jacqueline Kennedy)