car packing

Part 1 of ? (Girl's Roadtrip)

“Waverly, I love you, but come on, hurry up.” Nicole whines from the front of the homestead. She packed the car hours ago, now she was just waiting on Waverly and Rosita again. The younger of the two, running around the house, making sure they didn’t forget anything. Wynonna and her two year old daughter, stand outside the homestead laughing at Nicole’s expense. The drive to Victoria, would take over 13 hours, and Nicole wanted to leave at least 3 hours ago. Leaning against the car, the red head sighs, waiting for Waverly, who was once again checking to make sure that they had everything. Wynette, runs towards the red head, who picks the toddler up. Holding her on her hip, the older woman smiles, peppering the girls face in kisses. “Your aunty is lucky I love her.” She mutters causing the young child to laugh. The toddler looks up before snuggling into her arms. “Okay we can go.” Waverly says from the front porch. “Can we really?” Sarcasm drips from the red heads voice, causing a chuckle from Wynonna, as she takes her daughter, placing her in her car seat. “So before any actual driving can be done, we all need to fuel up, so shall we meet at the gas station, just outside of town?” Wynonna asks softly, turning to everyone. “Sounds like a plan Wy.” Waverly states, turning to Nicole who nods, as Rosita gets in the car, waiting on Wynonna, as the couple drive off.

They lean against the driver’s side of the truck, Waverly tucked into the side of Nicole, as they wait for Wynonna and Rosita, at the said gas station. The younger of the two sighs softly, nuzzling closer. “Are you ready to finally see the ocean?” Nicole asks, pulling the woman closer. “I’m happy to finally get out of the triangle.” The brunette states, looking around, her grin growing at the sight of her sister’s truck. “Finally time to get on the road.” Nicole says, as the Rosita fuels up Wynonna’s truck. “So tonight and tomorrow we are staying in Revelstroke, BC, which is only a five hour drive. Is that the plan?” She inquires, asking her girlfriend. The planner nods, before hoping up into the car, her eyes scanning the map one last time.

Pulling away from the station, the smaller of the two reaches over and takes Nicole’s hand, bringing the other hand up to kiss the back of it. “Finally on the road.” Waverly mumbles, shifting in her seat to face Nicole. The red head, places her hand on the brunettes thigh, rubbing it slightly. Waverly selects the music, singing along, Nicole joining in occasionally, as she drives. About two and half hours into the trip, Waverly’s phone begins to ring, hitting speaker, she answers. “Hey Wy, what’s up?”
“Hey Waves, can we pull over? I need to change my daughter.” Wynonna’s voice comes over the phone. “Okay, we’ll pull over.” Nicole replies, before pulling the car over. The taller woman stretches, before walking over to Wynonna’s truck. The toddler now changed, runs around on the grass, beside where they pulled over. “Nicky!” The toddler calls, before running towards the red head, who sweeps the toddler up into her arms, peppering her face in kisses. “I ‘anna go ‘ith you.” The toddler pouts, looking up at the red head. The dark haired toddler pulls her best puppy dog eyes, towards her mother and aunt. “Please Mama?” She pleads. Wynonna sighs, before turning to Nicole. “Can she go with you and Waves?” She questions, causing the red head to look down at the smaller version of her mother. “Yeah she can, I just need her car seat. Wynnie, go tell aunty Waverly, you are coming with us.” The toddler runs off, as soon as she is placed on the ground. “Thanks Nicole, I don’t think I could have handled a meltdown.” Wynonna replies, helping the red head put the car seat into her own truck. The red head plucks the toddler from her girlfriend’s arms, to place her in the car seat. “Okay baby, you need to behave for Aunty Wave and Aunty Nicky, okay?” Wynonna asks of her daughter. “Okay Mama.” The two year old responds.

The driving continues, the toddler in the back seat having requested Disney, sings off key, but laughs as she does. Nicole joins in more than once, the toddler falling silent when Nicole begins singing ‘Go The Distance.’ The officer glances beside her, finding Waverly asleep, and chances a glance towards the backseat. The toddler once wide awake, now sleeping peacefully. Nicole can’t help the soft smile that graces her face, and her heart swooning. She turns the music down slightly, humming along to the familiar tunes.

Arriving in Revelstroke, the officer finds the cabin in which they would be staying for the night. Stepping out of the car, she walks over to the passenger side of the car, shaking Waverly slightly. “Baby, we’re here.” She whispers into the younger girl’s ear, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. The brown eyes of her girlfriend flutter open, before turning to kiss Nic softly. “I’ll grab our bags, if you want to grab sleeping beauty?” The brunette asks, pointing to the back seat. Nodding, she slips into the back seat, unbuckling the toddler, without waking her. Placing the toddler’s head on her shoulder, Nicole slips out of the car and towards the cabin, where Wynonna is unlocking the door. “How long has she been out for?” Wyn asks, pointing to her daughter. “She fell asleep about an hour ago, her and Waverly both actually.” Which gets a chuckle from the older Earp. Placing the toddler on one of the beds, the officer covers her with a blanket, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Sleep tight, sweet girl.”

Later that night, finds the women and toddler, walking to a local restaurant. The toddler clinging to Nicole’s shoulder, Nicole’s free hand interwoven with Waverly’s, whose head is resting on her shoulder. The toddler refusing to let go of Nicole, determined to sit in her lap. Nicole holds the toddler in her lap while they wait for their food, as the food arrives Nicole stands to place Wynnie into the high chair, causing the toddlers bottom lip to quiver. “No, you can sit on my lap again, once everyone has eaten, okay?” Nicole jumps in before a meltdown could happen. The toddler frowns, but stays in the high chair, as Nicole feeds herself and the toddler.

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Story-time with Sora and Noctis takes a weird turn. Noct may have competition for the title of Crown Prince of Napping!

Bonus time-jump panel in which Noctis takes his rightful place as the Naptime King:

clowns are highly social and prefer to travel in packed clown cars

mimes are highly aggressive and territorial and are more solitary

tips for being little subtlety

- Wear cute dresses/skirts/shirts/etc. wear something cute, with cute designs, or in a cute color! 

 - Find cute pins! Walmart sells some REALLY cute pins to clip on your clothes/backpack/purse or whatever you want! 

- Water bottles with a ‘sippy cup’ type lid. Those can make you feel super super little. 

 - Do cute hairstyles! Pigtails, braids, French braids, literally any hairstyle that makes you feel little! 

- key chains! I LOVE key chains. I have a white puffball, pastel pink rock, and I just recently took off a whale I had on there. 

-Cute phone case! I have my phone with my at all times, so having a cute case always makes me feel little. I also just ordered a pink laptop case for my MacBook!

- Carry around a small stuffie! You can keep it in your bag, locker, car, or literally anywhere. 

- Pack a cute lunch! Lunchables, sandwich cut in half/cute shapes, or bring a juice pouch!

- Accessorize! Find cute jewelry you like! Necklaces, rings, bracelets, chokers, and more! Hair bows, hair clips, or whatever you like! 

-Buy some Play-Packs! They’re on-the-go packets that contain a coloring book, a few crayons, and some stickers. They’re great for car rides!!! Walmart has them; Hello Kitty, Paw Patrol, SpongeBob, and more!


Ford Mustang Pony Pack, 2018. A new option pack which includes a number of retro-inspired styling features including including a “pony-in-corral” chrome grille that traces its origins back to the original Mustang, bright window surrounds, side stripes, and 19-inch polished aluminum wheels. There is pony badge on rear decklid and special floor mats with an embroidered pony logo

You’re Not Dad

A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:

Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.

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Originally posted by zest-wincest

You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.

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anonymous asked:

Hi love! What would you say the top ten sterek fics you've ever read are?

This was REALLY HARD. Mainly bc it’s hard to choose only 10. Because I’m leaving off some great fics (which is why there are more than 10 on here :3)! And some I get mixed up bc I read them so long ago and near each other. (You can always browse my fave fic list here) But I’ve narrowed it to this list. These are the fics that really left impressions on me. They’re all amazing and deserve to be read and loved!!! So…have a TOP 27 FAVE STEREK FICS list :DDDD

1. Cry Havoc by ladyblahblah

In Beacon Hills, the two-year war that’s been raging between werewolves and hunters has begun spilling over onto the civilian population. Meanwhile, in Boston, when the tattoo on Stiles Stilinski’s back is damaged on a late-night hunt he begins to have dreams that lead him across the country, drawn by an inexplicable conviction that he’s needed there. When he discovers that Derek Hale began the war after his mate was killed, Stiles finds himself being offered a strange deal: figure out how to bring the alpha’s mate back, and peace talks can begin.

2. Where the Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

3. Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic

AU – Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

4. Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he’s not expecting it to be Derek. He’s not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that’s coming for all of them. He probably should’ve, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

5. Ad Astra Per Tentaculum by morganoconner

Space contains a multitude of different species, and Derek has seen and helped a lot of them in his time taking down branches of the slave-trade organization. But this is the first time he’s seen an Aloshrivnik. It’s not the tentacles that draw him in; it’s the goddamn eyes that stare at him without backing down.

“Stiles,” it says to him. “My name is Stiles.”

6. Part of My Melody by hayesgeneration

Derek is a professional classical musician who has found himself lost without a muse, without goal and without even a hint of spark. He’s almost settled nearly contently (if not slightly unwillingly) on having to live his life as a recluse, when his sister finally grows tired of his antics, giving him a Christmas ultimatum.

7. Littlest Alpha by triedunture

Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.

But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”

8. Holding Your Own Weight by zjofierose

Stiles Stilinski is the best trapeze artist west of the Mississippi, but that doesn’t do him much good without a catcher. Enter one quiet roughneck who calls himself Derek and knows maybe a little too much about circus arts for someone who was hired to schlep tents. But Derek has his secrets, and so does the new girl, Allison. Who’s being hunted and who’s being haunted, and will Stiles ever be able to convince Derek to help him fly again?

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anonymous asked:

You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head - with Peter Parker?❤️ i love your writing!

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Perhaps riding the subway when you’re half asleep isn’t really the best choice when you live in such an overpopulated city as Queens. You were currently fighting to keep you’re eyes open as your grip on the pole started to loosen. The only thing managing to keep you awake was the music that you were purposefully keeping on it’s highest volume.

Peter Parker wasn’t really sure what had drawn him to you. Maybe it was how you always seemed drowsy despite the morning work rush crowding around you. Or maybe he never really noticed you until you flopped into his arms.

Yeah, okay. So it wasn’t quite as dramatic as it sounds. You were simply off in your own sleep-deprived world when you lost your grip completely, only to go tumbling into a boy your age with scary-quick reflexes.

“Sorry, geez.” You stumbled up, out of his hold and upright. “I’m not very good at standing I suppose.”

Peter smiled at you, fighting the blush that was making it’s way onto his face. Never in a million years would he dream about actually talking to you. “No! You’re okay. The poles can sometimes be slippery.”

His eyes widened as he processed what just came out of his mouth. ‘The poles are slippery! What does that even mean, Parker?!’

You simply giggled and found a place to grab on just under Peter’s hand. “So, you must go to Midtown. Am I right?” You said, gesturing to his uniform.

“Yeah. You, uh, you go there too?” He asked, curious as to why he had never came to that conclusion after gazing at you on the subway for three months.

“Yep.” You replied simply, not knowing where to take the conversation next.

“Well..” Peter murmured while scratching the back of his neck. “Since we go to the same school-”

“Let’s walk together.” You cut him off as the train came to a stop. “Come on…what did you say you’re name was again?”

“Oh. I-I didn’t. I’m Peter…Parker.” He smiled and followed you out of the car.

“Cool. I’m Y/n. Let’s get going! I have Smith for English first and she’s brutal when I’m late.” You grinned, pulling Peter by the wrist towards campus as he followed with a slight chuckle and bounce in his step.

It became almost routine. You’d meet Peter outside of his apartment building and you’d both walk to the subway station together, ride with each other and repeat the entire process after school.

You liked having the company and Peter liked any excuse he had to spend more time with you. Both of you had similar senses of humor and got along well, even when bantering about which avenger is best.

While your friendship was growing, both you and Peter seemed to pick up on something unspoken between the laughter and conversations. The only problem was that you were content with friendship if it meant that you got to keep Peter by your side.

“Woah. It’s packed today.” Peter murmured as you both stepped onto the train after school. “Maybe people are heading out for the holiday.”

You shrugged your shoulders and squeezed into a tight spot beside Peter. Unfortunately, with the way the car was packed, you stood with your back towards him, making conversation difficult and awkward.

Peter sighed, looking down at the top of your head before forming an idea. He rested his chin against your hair, making sure not to press hard in worry of hurting you.

You couldn’t hide the giggle that escaped your lips. “What are you doing?”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on you’re head.” He replied, secretly loving the smell of your shampoo.

“You’re one weird kid, Parker.” You blushed, keeping your head as still as possible.

“But you love it!” He laughed.

And that you did.

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We live in a small, musty dorm room
but it’s perfect because it is the first place
we’ve ever lived alone.
We put plastic bottles of vodka
in our tiny refrigerator and laugh.
We watch reruns of our favorite childhood shows
and sleep until noon.
The boy I love never visits.
The boy you love visits
until you break his heart.

We live in a four-bedroom apartment
just the two of us. And even with all that space,
we’re usually in the same room.
We throw parties more often than we should.
There is a designated place that I go when I’m drunk
to cry. You always know where to find me.
The boy I love comes over and ignores me.
The boy I love comes over and kisses me.
The boy you love comes over and you break his heart
again. The boys stop coming.
It’s just us.

I live in my parents’ house but my parents are gone.
It’s strange, this open space, this haunting.
A boy loves me but I don’t love him back.
He stays on Skype while I fall asleep.
I don’t know how long he waits to hang up
but when I wake up, everything is new again.
I stop answering his calls when I fall in love
with someone else. Soon, I know him
and his apartment as well as my own.
Soon, I don’t know what I did before him.
I show him my childhood bedroom and smile.

We live in a house a mile away from campus.
The boy I love helps us move in. He’ll be gone
before we move out but we don’t know that yet.
I would have screamed if someone had told me.
We lose things slowly that year, incrementally,
one piece at a time. We don’t notice until everything is gone.
This house, this time, is the last of the golden time.
We would have screamed if someone had told us
what was coming.

We live in a two-bedroom apartment with no natural light.
It’s our last year of living together so we make a small effort
to decorate, but end up leaning a picture against a wall
for six months before mounting it.
Things are getting bad and my mother is calling you
to make sure I’m breathing in my room.
Things are getting bad and we’re hiding in our apartment
sealed against it all, watching bad TV shows and eating
Chinese food. In this apartment, we feel lucky.
We feel protected. It is the last of these moments.
At the end of our lease, I fall in love again.
This one sticks.

I am back at my parents’ house
and you are in an apartment across town.
The first time I visit, it seems so strange
that you have to give me directions to where you live
after so many years of living down the hall from you.
This year, it’s your turn for things to get bad.
This year, it’s my turn to comfort you.
I try my best. It’s not enough.
I try harder.

I am still at my parents’ house
and you are still in the apartment across town.
Now, we are both mourning and both comforting.
You are watching someone you love die
and I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that
my own body is trying to kill itself.
Neither of these things are easy.
We look back at the early years and laugh
at what we thought we knew of grief then.
We do our best. It’s not enough.
We do worse.

We drive two hours away to look at a new house
in a new city. We sleep in the same bed
in a mid-priced hotel room and eat breakfast burritos.
We drive to the new house and meet my new roommate.
I have never lived with anyone other than you
but we like her, so I sign the lease.
You go back to your apartment.

I live in the new house in the new city
and the worst thing happens.
When the worst thing happens,
you tell me in a text message
and I call your mother then pack my car.
I drive two hours to your apartment
and sit with you. We watch TV.
We eat burgers. We do the things that need to be done
when the worst thing happens.
At the end of the weekend, I drive back
and leave you in the apartment.
Even as I turn out of the driveway,
I’m wishing I didn’t have to.
I want to tell my professors that the worst thing
has happened and I can’t be expected to leave you
but that’s not the way the world works so I drive
towards the highway and blink into the sun.

You move a few states away. You live in a house
I’ve never seen in a city I’ve never been to.
I move across the country to an apartment
you’ve never seen in a city you’ve been to twice.
We couldn’t find each other on a map.
It’s absurd, this distance. We don’t know
how to be this far away from each other.
But we learn.
But we find a new way to bring the golden days back.
—  Fortesa Latifi - All The Apartments We Lived In