i go on vacation and this is what happens

louis: i wonder what i should do

freddie: uh…hello?…haha…maybe you could spend some time with me?

louis: that’s it! i’ll go on a vacation with my ex-girlfriend i’ve only just reconciled with like nothing ever happened in a totally organic manner!


one thing i like about King of the Hill is how the show always stayed rooted in reality, unlike other adult-oriented animated sitcoms 

like, anything that happened in King of the Hill could happen in real life and there was always a realistic justification for what was going on

like, ok, the Hills go to Japan on vacation. Why do they do that? Hank’s father, a WW2 veteran, was invited to a sort of post-war reconciliation event and Hank’s family was invited to join him. The episodes B-Plots are about Hank learning he has a Japanese half-brother and Bobby making friends with a Japanese girl by playing DDR with her. All of these things are grounded in reality, everything makes sense, nothing is outlandish about it.

Plus, the show was always super good-natured and respectful despite starring a conservative Texan white family.

like, yeah, the Hills were a bit ignorant, but they were always willing to learn and accept new things even if they were a bit reluctant at first. again, very grounded in reality. 

king of the hill was a really good natured show. i like it a lot. 


A: Honestly, after everything that’s happened the past few months, I could use a vacation.
K: Let’s do it. Let’s go on a vacation, just the two of us, anywhere you want.
A: Really? Okay. I’ve always wanted to see what the Spirit World’s like.
K: Sounds perfect.

Happy Two Year Anniversary, Korrasami fandom! (Dec 19th) °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ °

Can I just talk about how important this press conference is to me. He just got back from Afghanistan after months of torture. He refused to go to the hospital and instead immediately went to a press conference. He could barely stand, and instead had everybody sit with him, but he showed up.

“We have become comfortable with a system of zero accountability” Tony’s first thought when he arrived home, now aware that bad people were using his weapons was to stop it. He didn’t go to the hospital or to his own home. He went to the public and told them.

‘Hey bad shit happened because of me, so I’m going to hold me accountable, and I’m gonna tell you what I’m going to do so you can hold me accountable too.’

Now when I get home from vacation the only thing I want to do is go home, and I don’t generally have emotionally scarring things happen during my vacations. I just miss my home. After months in Afghanistan I’m sure Tony did too. Yet he prioritized shutting down weapons to that. Which he should have, but it shows incredible strength of character. 

I’m just so proud of him as a character. Like good for you Tony.

Okay, so I’ve talked a lot about writing what you know and how important that is, but it’s hard to offer practical examples so here’s one: 

I lived in Hawaii for a while. Now, it just so happened to work out for the book I’m currently writing that four of my characters go on a weird, messed up vacation and Maui was the ideal destination. And let me just tell you, I’ve had a freakin’ blast writing about it because not only is it a great trip down memory lane, but there are things you’d never be able to describe about Maui unless you’d been there–like crawling up the side of a mountain in the dark in the jungle in a car with an engine that barely runs, wondering if you’re about to lose power completely and slide down a hill to your death. Or the way the whole island looks like it’s on fire when they burn the cane and how you have to close all the windows so you don’t wake up covered in ash in the morning. Or the absolutely unholy stench from the sugar factory that hangs over the airport. Or waking up and finding a lizard on the ceiling directly above your face. Or how you learn to just eat ants like a garnish because they’re fucking everywhere and there’s literally nothing you can do about it. Those kinds of details you really can’t manufacture. Now before you say, “But you lived in Hawaii, that’s so exciting, and my life is so boring, I don’t know anything” (because someone always says that), allow me to preempt you: this applies to everything and everywhere. Your high school, your hometown, that restaurant you worked in in West Covina. If you’ve ever worked a job or lived in a place or had a hobby where the details are familiar to you, you can write them with an authenticity that can’t possibly be faked, and that will add tremendous depth to your story, whatsoever it may be. It doesn’t matter if it’s not, on the surface, exciting. Authenticity in fiction is engaging and addictive, because that’s when a reader goes Wow. Yes. I can see that. Or even, I know EXACTLY that feeling. In some ways, the more mundane, the better. Because if you can do justice to a mundane experience, everyone else in the world who has had it will have an absolutely transcendent moment seeing it prose. 

So. Write what you know. You know a lot more than you think.

The Devil Wears Laces

“Please tell me you didn’t do it,” Nikandros said as soon as Damen picked up the phone. Instinctively, Damen looked around, as though he were going to find Nikandros staring at him in disapproval from across the street. Or behind him. Or perching from one of the buildings like a gargoyle.

“I only did it because of you, you know,” Damen told him.

“You did this because of me,” Nikandros repeated. “I was the one who told you this was going to happen. Kastor has been jealous of you for years. It was only a matter of time before he made a grab for your position. That’s why he-”

“Why he told our father that I was burnt out and needed vacation time? Why he’s helpfully filling in for me during my forced sabbatical?”

“Yes.” It was exactly what Nikandros had said, though not with those specific details. Nikandros, who knew everything, had told Damen that his brother would jump at the opportunity to show their father he was capable of being CEO. Damen just hadn’t listened. But now Kastor was sitting at the Editor-In-Chief’s desk - his desk - and he’d decided to start paying attention.

“Which is why I’m not going to sit down and be useless while the company prepares for its biggest deal in years.”

“So, you’ve applied at Vere?”

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Hey! I wrote a thing! 

Vacationland! (Read on ao3)

Pairing: nurseydex
Words: ~3600
Summary: Derek and Dex end up spending a week together. Alone. In Maine. At a lake house. This leads to some important conversations about relationships. 


Derek was sitting on the edge of a dock on a lake in Maine wondering what the fuck happened in his life to bring him here. Well, actually he knew exactly what brought him here. He had mentioned casually in the Haus one day near the end of the semester than his parents were planning on going to Italy for a week for their anniversary, and, while he was invited along, he opted not to go so his moms could enjoy the vacation as a couple.

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How thoughts turn to things

“If you are caring about how you feel, you’re being called to the wholeness of who you are.

And when you are in that receptive mode, and that vibration turns to a thought in your mind that feels like a desire that you can speak out loud: “I want this!” That decisive “I know what I want.” “I want a relationship and I want it soon.” “I want a relationship.” “I want more money.” “I want to live in that house.” “I want to go on this vacation.” “I want this conversation with this person.”.

Once you say “I want it!” and you mean it like that, what’s happened is, you have experienced this process that we are talking about, and the thoughts of your Vortex are beginning to turn into the things of your life. And if you will accept that as those ideas come, they are evidence, they are proof of the inevitable positive outcome that you are looking for… then you could start relaxing and enjoying the unfolding of it.

But if you are still looking for the condition to guide it or to soothe you, then as soon as you look for something that hasn’t come into full fruition yet, then you shut it all down, and you stop the momentum, and it’s kind of like starting over at square one again.”

Abraham-Hicks @ Long Beach WS, 2016-08-20

I’m a big believer in winging it. I’m a big believer that you’re never going to find perfect city travel experience or the perfect meal without a constant willingness to experience a bad one. Letting the happy accident happen is what a lot of vacation itineraries miss, I think, and I’m always trying to push people to allow those things to happen rather than stick to some rigid itinerary.
—  Anthony Bourdain
Next Gen Headcanon
  • i feel like the next gen on the morning of the 1st of September at the Burrow, is a lot like Home Alone™
  • everyone stayed the night at the Burrow
  • everyone
  • they’re all catching up with one another
  • telling each other about the vacations they went on, congratualating a few on promotions and awards, ranting about the stuff that has been happening at their sector of work, and what crazy magic their kids illegally did on their sibling that got them grounded for 3 weeks
  • all laughing and having great family time
  • but the morning of September 1st?
  • all hell breaks lose
  • parents yelling, animals going berserk, kids scrambling around trying to pack (because you know there is no way in hell they packed the night before, they were all too busy testing the latest Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes’ toys and tricks in the field by the burrow late into the night)
  • just the biggest, most hectic madness in the world
  • they have ministry cars that have been waiting on them for an hour but only leave the Burrow 15 minutes before the train leaves the station
  • the ministry cars hauling ass to get Kings Cross
  • everyone trying to calm down as they drive to the station, but something just doesn’t seem right
  • they try to shrug it off, until Hermione gasps, throws out her hands and clutches on to whatever she can to steady herself (which happens to be an alarmed George and a wincing Albus), and screams “HUGO
  • She immediately disapparates from the car, to the Burrow where she finds Hugo sitting at the kitchen table, eating the scraps of the porridge, already dressed in his robes, ready for his first day at Hogwarts
  • She runs over to him and pulls him into a tight, skull crushing hug, smoothing his hair and almost crying
  • “Mum, it’s oka - mum i know, i get it - we have to - MUM”
  • They all make it to Kings Cross just as the whistle blows for them to board
  • All the kids that are still attending Hogwarts flood onto the train to try and stuff themselves all into one compartment together
  • They wave and scream out the window to their enormous family, making a huge scene that all of them couldn’t care less about
  • The family waving them off, tears in their eyes, laughing to themselves
  • “Feels just like when we were scrambling to make it aboard back in the day”
  • “Yeah, but I wouldn’t have it any other way…”
  • “Well in that case, next time we could strap Fred and James into a jinxed car and make them travel that way too for old times sake”
  • “Shut up Ron”

All was well

anonymous asked:

wait what? I went on vacations for two weeks and came back to apparently everybody hating on cresswell what is going on with this fandom? and what happened, did someone do something to you for you wanting to discontinue your fics? >.< I'm reallly confused

They call me LLC
They try to hate on me
I write Cress and Thorne
This makes some forlorn
They send me anon hate
But Imma keep writing Cresswell dates 💕

Not Without Me

Request: hey! I love your imagines btw but was wondering if I could request a Bucky x Reader imagine where the readers friends with the avengers and is dating Bucky and the reader leaves for vacation and ends up getting into a plane crash but doesn’t die and like the avengers and Bucky visit them at the hospital and if you want you can throw in like a cute moment between Bucky and the reader at the hospital :))

Blog Tag: @ssprayberrythings

A/N: It is so cold here, my toes are freezing in my own house. I’d sure like some warm vacation temperatures right now. It is twenty degrees Fahrenheit warmer in the reader’s vacation destination than it is here where I live.

Warnings: Reader suffered through a plane crash

Word Count Total: 642

Short Imagine #73

Title: Not Without Me

Originally posted by suicidessquad

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Help me find the answers I'm looking for

10+ months ago in February 2016, I met a girl on here, an undeniably very pretty girl, who ended up becoming my girlfriend. She’s 3 years older and lives 4,000 miles away (disclaimer: at the time, I was on my old blog: iconic-disbelief)

She suddenly fell off the grid one day in May/June, and not just with me but with her friends too. To this day I don’t really know what happened.
An hour after we were supposed to FaceTime, all my messages on all platforms suddenly stopped sending; she’d gone completely AWOL, and I have no idea as to why it happened. Only my snapchats delivered, and they weren’t ever opened.

2 weeks later I found myself suddenly deleted and blocked off of everything. It drove me crazy, going through every message we’d ever sent over 4 months on multiple platforms, but I couldn’t see anything I’d done to provoke it.

I then saw her in person whilst on vacation, a week later. We’d intended to meet at Disneyland, but obviously that plan didn’t go through. We just kept glancing at each other from either end of one of the hotel’s pools. The second we made eye contact, we immediately knew, and I felt my heart stop. There was this girl that I had my heart broken by, 12ft away from me. From 4,000 miles, to 12ft. And neither of us did anything, because we were both thinking about what happened.

Disclaimer: I do not want to get back together with this girl. I just want to know what happened and why. As soon as I know, I’m more than happy to cut off all ties I’ve ever had with her if that’s what she wants.

The reason I’m posting this here, is because she had an account here for a while, and a post that got 90K+ notes “Money Luke”. It was a picture of Luke Hemmings with the caption “this is money Luke”. Her url was rosefuckingclifford

If anyone reading this is Catfish level of online investigation, please tell me. I’m aware how insane and stupid this sounds. I’ll most likely delete this. But it doesn’t mean I don’t want answers.

It’s more than alright if she doesn’t want any contact whatsoever, but a tiny part of me is itching to at least try.

Karen, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you- but imagine reading a book and finding the last chapter ripped out: I have to know what happened. That’s all I want from you.

Happy [slightly belated] 2 years of Korrasami, all! You guys have no idea how uplifting it feels to read all these heartwarming personal stories on what this ship has meant to many people! And good lord, sorry I haven’t been active with fanart for most of this year! Been meaning to go back to traditional art for the longest time now!

My little reaction story under the cut, for anyone who’s interested!

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  • Estonian: *goes on vacation*
  • Estonian: *forgets ID-card reader home*
  • Estonian: Oh no my life is ruined! How shall I ever go to internet bank now or vote? How shall I ever access my medical information, should it be needed?`What happens if I should need to declare my taxes?!
  • Everyone else: Wait what you can do that online???

“Drivin’ in my car, livin’ like a star…”

My captors are taking me somewhere. A place I’ve been before. To their family, over three hours away. I heard them say they’re leaving me there while they go “on vacation”. For six days. I don’t know how to feel about this. On one hand, I don’t think anyone’s planning on eating me there. I heard those people don’t eat animals. On the other hand, they are strange and scary, and one of them likes to manhandle me. I mean, what ever happened to asking for a lady’s consent before feeling her up? Sheesh.


AVATAR KORRA & ASAMI SATO AESTHETIC:  So, what now? Back to the dance floor? I’m kind of all danced out. Honestly, after everything that’s happened the past few months, I could use a vacation. Let’s do it! Let’s go on a vacation, just the two of us. Anywhere you want.
Really? Okay. I’ve always wanted to see what the Spirit World’s like. Sounds perfect.


Ezio Auditore x Reader

On the second day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…

A warm hand on the small of your back was guiding you through the darkness, your vision blocked by a red sash.

“Just a bit further, amore mio.” His smooth voice spoke from behind you, the sound as beautiful as the gentlest of music.

“It would be easier if you took the blindfold off.” You laughed, blindly following Ezio’s guiding hand.

“Perhaps, but not as fun.” Ezio teased, his hot breath ghosting along the back of your neck.

You shivered, a combination of his closeness and the cold, winter air. Lights were dancing beneath your eyelids, the soft tune of a sweet song echoing into the night air. You could practically feel Ezio’s smile behind you, his pace quickening as you drew closer to whatever surprise he had in store.

“Okay, caro,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in close. His chest was pressed tight to your back, his soft hair tickling your shoulder. “You can take it off.”

You smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice, your fingertips gliding along the silky texture of the sash. You peeled it away slowly, your eyelashes fluttering open. A light misting of rain drops ran down on the two of you, Ezio’s heat keeping you warm. Dozens of flickering lights met your gaze, the darkness of night lost in the beauty of the atmosphere. The candles formed a path, red petals littering the ground between each radiant light.

“Ezio,” you murmured, grinning like an idiot. He mirrored your expression, the curve of his lips pressed against your neck.

“Keep walking.” He insisted, disentangling his arms from around you. A shiver ran through your body at the loss of his warmth, his fingers interlacing with your own instead. A new wave of heat spread through you, his contact alone warming your heart.

“Are you bringing me out here to murder me?” You joked lightly, bringing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling against him.

“You better watch out, dolce cuore,” he warned jokingly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. The candles, still shining bright, were beginning to burn out, light puffs of smoke breezing through the air. The forest surrounding the both of you was eery, strange noises and rustling branches following the two of you like a creature hunting prey. Ezio’s brown gaze watched you from above, his soft, pink lips curved up in a smile.

“Here,” he signalled, stopping you in the middle of a clearing. The moon shone down upon the both of you, the lights of stars twinkling up above. The gentle bite of wind and light showers no longer bothered you, your eyes focused on the sky.

“It’s beautiful.” You breathed, the stars reflecting in your eyes. So many hopes and so many dreams could be seen in their soft twinkle, the sky like a sea of aspiration. A thousand untold stories were hidden in their sweet sparkle, your hand unconsciously reaching out to trace some of the more visible constellations.

“Yes, you are.” Ezio whispered, his lips against your ear. A delightful shiver ran down your spine, a tingle left where Ezio’s lips had been against your bare skin.

“Ezio.” You groaned playfully, faintly shoving his shoulder. He chuckled, a smooth and soft baritone to your ears.

“I speak only the truth, mia bella.” Your heart warmed at his rich tone, your body automatically seeking out more contact with him. He happily obliged, his head resting atop yours and his hands rubbing patterns up and down your back.

“I hate you.” You muttered, smiling despite yourself. A twitch of his lips brought on his own smile, his palms temporarily pushing you closer into him. He smelled of the fresh rain and roses with a deep undertone of lemony thyme. Your hands tightened around his neck at the familiar scent, your eyes falling shut at the intimacy.

“You wound me.” His voice was barely audible above the pounding of his heart by your ear, his steady breathing bringing it back to normal.

Your lips, pressed tightly against his chest, curved up in a smile when he cuddled closer, seeming to be almost feeding off your contact. He was like this often, reveling in every minute that he got to spend in your arms. Which, sadly, wasn’t nearly enough for you. He’d brought you out here as an apology, of sorts, for not being able to devote every minute with you. Of course, you understood why, but he seemed adamant about making it up to you.

A short burst of wind rustled your clothing, a large exhale passing through his lungs.

“It’s getting colder.” Ezio noted, his tone wistful. “Perhaps we should journey back.”

The thought of having to endure the strange and wild roads for another few days had you gripping onto his back tightly, your body practically being held up by his arms.

“A few minutes longer?” You pleaded, opening your eyes and batting your eyelashes a few times for good measure. At his look of protest, you stuck your bottom lip out, giving him your best impersonation of a needy dog. He broke almost immediately, nodding and pulling you back into an embrace.

“Only a few minutes.” He mumbled, running a hand through your (Y/H/C) locks.

The tug of his skillful fingers had you cuddling even closer to him, your head wedged in between his head and shoulder. You breathed him in, your own fingers dancing along the curve of his spine. Muscles flexed and relaxed beneath your touch, his entire demeanour shifting to something more comfortable and familiar at the feel of your hand on his body.

“Io ti amo.” He said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. There was no desperation or anger or sadness in his tone, just a sweet, honest declaration of love. You smiled, your cheeks almost aching at how wide you’d spread them.

“I love you too.” You replied, the cloth of his robes soft beneath your fingertips.

Something decidedly colder landed on the crown of your head, your body tensing beneath it. Ezio breathed out a laugh, his fingers swiping the offending item from your head. He presented it to you with childish glee, a sole, white snowflake melting on his fingertip.

“It’s snowing.” You giggled, watching the flakes with awe.

They were beautiful, each unique in their own way. You were so lost in your observation of the snowflakes, you failed to see the way Ezio’s eyes lit up with your smile, or the way he fell even more in love with each sweet word that slipped through your lips. He could tell you how he felt over and over again, he could even show you how he felt, but for the moment, he’d rather just watch and fall even further in love with your smile, with your laugh, with you.