travel inn

I saw Link once...

Travellers: *sitting at campfire*

Link: *sleeping inside the inn*

Traveler 1: One time, I saw Link killing a Talus.

Traveller 2: One time, I saw him riding a horse through Zora’s Domain.

Traveller 3: I saw Link beating up a camp of boboklin’s.

Traveller 4: This one time I saw Link climb Death Mountain.

Traveller 5: Once, I saw him save a girl from a group of Lizathros.

Traveller 6: Link once saved me from a Yiga Clan member.

Traveller 7: One time I saw Link and he was cutting down trees in the middle of the Kings old hunting grounds at two am. Then his sword broke and he continued to blow them up, but he ended up accidentally blowing himself up.

On The Door Step - part 4

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

prologue   part 1    part 2   part 3

Warnings: Season 10/11 spoilers, cursing (I think that’s it)

Words: 2544

A/N: Y’all will never understand how much I appreciate hearing from you! I’m so glad y’all like this series.


My foot taps against the carpet floors of the restaurant my stomach demanded I enter while I wait for my food to arrive. Four hours ago I left Lebanon, driving down interstates until my gas tank needed to be filled. While I was at the pump, stretching my legs, my stomach roared to life and I had remembered I forgot to eat today.

Sam and Dean left two hours before me, heading out to find Castiel with Rowena in the backseat. I skipped breakfast and lunch because I was too busy trying to make sure Sam and Dean didn’t suspect me of anything, and then once they had left I had sent myself on a quest to find dad’s journal in hops that it would be my first clue to finding answers. It was.

There was a couple of entries from the week that I was given to them and the most useful piece of information written in any of those entries was that the Winchester boys were staying at the Travellers Inn in Circle Montana. There was bits and pieces about the case John was working on, a simple haunting at one of the residence’s houses, but most of it was John babbling about how much Sam and Dean fought to keep me as John wasn’t thrilled about me.

“Here ya go, doll,” the waiter smiles at me, placing my BLT sandwich with house-made chips. I smile at him until he leaves me be and I dig in. And man does this hit the spot. As I enjoy my food, I shift in the booth as I begin to feel the cold metal of the gun I stole from Dean’s bedroom and the rough cloth of the spell bag meant to keep me hidden rub against the small of my back.

I had to take precautions so Sam and Dean won’t know that I left home and they can focus all their energy on find Castiel and not me. So, I turned off my GPS as well as change the account information so they can’t call the company and ask to switch it back on. I grew up watching Dean chase after Sam every time he ran, and I’ve learned from his slip ups.

The waiter comes back, asking me if I need a refill on my soda and not so subtly hinting at the fact he wants to know if I’m free later. I pretend to be naive and not understand his flirting and just pay for the meal. He seems a little disappointed as he takes the cash and heads to the register while I begin to place my bag on my shoulders and tuck my helmet under my arm.

The night sky is painted a beautiful shade of purple as the sun sets behind the line of trees and I climb on my bike and strap on my helmet before riding down the main road of Valentine Nebraska and soon cross the border into South Dakota.

The interstate is an agonizingly long stretch of road surrounded by flat and seemingly endless green land that owned by farmers. If I remember the map correctly, I am actually passing through an Indian reservation.

The sky darkens and the stars take their places up in the sky while my eyes begin to struggle to keep open. I can feel my body weaken as the tiredness settles within and I pull off the main road and come to a stop at the only motel in Faith, South Dakota.

Parking my bike in the pretty much empty lot, my eyes fall onto the small picnic area in the center of the lot underneath a gazebo where a young couple sit and chat.

“Can I help you?” An older woman with glasses greets me when I enter the office and the little bell hanging over the entryway rings. She looks up at me, moving her glasses to the tip of her nose in order to see me better and then slightly scowls. She’s not thrilled a teenager walked through her door.

“Hi, I’d like a room for the night, please?” I smile brightly at the woman as I approach. “One bed would be great. She raises an eyebrow before placing her glasses back on and turning to the computer.

“You here with your parents?”

“No, by myself. I’m heading back to college but I’m too tired to continue driving.” I tighten my smile, trying to keep my irritation hidden. Why the fuck do I need parents to rent a hotel room?

“Oh, really, where do you go to school?” She asks, typing away on the keyboard and glancing at me over the top of her ugly and old frames.

“Williston State College. I was visiting my sister who’s going through chemo.” The old woman places a hand over her heart as her eyes fill with sorry.

“Oh dear,” she places a hand over mine as she hands me a room key. “I’ll pray for your sister. What’s her name?”

“It would mean so much to my family,” I smile softly at the woman, playing on her emotions. “Her name is Kim.”

“My husband died last year from cancer…” the woman begins to tell me all about her late husband and I smile and nod along, giving the responses of a concerned human. However, on the inside I’m screaming for her to can it so I can go to sleep.

My phone rings in my pocket and I politely excuse myself outside into the night. For all I know the call can be a telemarketer as I haven’t checked the name while I escape. Once outside and I search for room five, I glance at the screen and my oldest brother’s name is written across in white letters.

“Did you find Castiel?” I ask before Dean even has the chance to greet me. It’s been eating at me since I did what I did, I didn’t want to do it, but it was the only way to get them out of the room. “Is he okay? Did he hurt anyone?”

“Nah, just me, but yeah, he’s fine,” Dean sighs, and I can hear the creaking of the Impala’s doors before Dean lets out a huff when he sits behind the wheel. “Rowena removed the spell and he’s better.”

I close my eyes and release the breath I had been holding.

“Everything okay there?” Dean asks, keys jingling in the background. “Sam wants to know if you’re reading for your test.”

“Yeah, just finished studying,” I lie, unlocking the motel door and switching on the lights to the very small room. It doesn’t look too bad, compared to some of the motels Dean and Sam had dragged me to before they found the bunker. There’s no weird smells or disturbing stains on the walls or ceiling and when I lay down on the bed I feel my eyes grow even heavier than before. “I’m about to go to bed… Studying is horrible.”

Dean laughs lightly at my comment and I feel my heart sink.

“Alright, kiddo. Get some sleep. We should be home sometime tomorrow afternoon.” I nod, and say goodnight to him and then to Sam when he demands to talk to me. He gives me words of encouragement for my test tomorrow before hanging up.

I toss the phone farther up the bed and hide my eyes in the crook of my elbow. I’m happy to know they’re okay, but something keeps nipping at my thoughts.

What’s going to happen if I find what I’m looking for?


I munch on the chips I bought at the gas station for lunch, sitting on a park bench and watching a group of locals throw Frisbees and toss some footballs back and forth, the occasional soccer ball rolling pass my line of sight. I take in a deep breath, enjoying the afternoon sun before checking my phone. It’s four o’clock, school in Lebanon gets out at three but my brothers know I sometimes head to the library.

By the time it turned thirty minutes passed four, my phone buzzes to life in my pocket. I answer Sam’s call.

“Hey, how late are you going to stay at the library?”

“Sam, I’m not in Lebanon… I’m not even in Kansas.”

“What do you mean you’re not in Kansas?” I close my eyes, hearing Dean asking the same question in the background. Sam puts me on speaker and Dean asks again. I repeat.

“Where the hell are you, (Y/N)?”

“I’m looking for answers, Dean.”

“Answers? What do you need answered?”

“(Y/N), come home.” Sam softly demands and I sigh, shifting on the park bench.

“I can’t do that. I need to know what I-” I clamp my mouth shut, before correcting myself, “who I am. I’ll be home when I know.”

“Come home. You could get yourself hurt. You know what kind of things are out there.”

“No, I won’t. I was raised by Winchesters… I also have dad’s journal.” I pause, gathering my trash and belongings before heading towards a trash can. “Don’t even bother tracking me down. I’ve covered my tracks.”

For a moment, the dead silence on the other end leads me to believe they’ve either hung up or walked away, but the more closely I listen, the more I can hear their breathing.

“Did you tell Cas I was sorry?” I ask, in hopes to get a response out of one of them.

“Yes, but he doesn’t know why you’re sorry,” Sam answers, and I can hear the scraping of a chair against the floor.

“That’s good.”

“Why are you sorry?” Dean hisses, leaning closer to the phone.

“You’d would just be angrier if you knew. Look, I gotta get back on the road. I love you both.” I hang up before either one could add anything.


Finally, after a little over thirteen hours on the road, I pull into Travelers Inn in Circle, Montana. It almost looks deserted and if it wasn’t for the two grumpy looking men standing outside their trucks, I would think the place has been abandoned. I find the office and stride in and instantly I’m slapped with the strong scent of cigarette smoke that the older man behind the desk is sporting. I get the man’s attention, expecting him to turn into a grumpy old man because a teenager has found her way into his place of business, but instead, he smiles brightly at me.

“You wanting a room?” he questions, before pulling out a record book. “We’ve got some available.”

“A room would be great,” I smile back at him, oddly feeling comfortable around this stranger. “A single bed would work.”

“You’re in luck then, this is the last single bed,” he says, handing over a key and taking the cash I place on the counter. “Say,” he pauses, leaning over the counter to get a better look at me, “have you been here before?”

I shake my head, twirling the key-ring around my fingers. “No, first time.”

“Are ya sure?” He questions, his graying eyebrows knitting together as he thinks hard on where he’s seen me before. “You look rather familiar…” He shrugs before extending a hand. “My name’s George, and if ya need anything just come back here. You’ll either find me or my wife, she’s the the woman being pulled on by gravity.”

I jump as a rag hits the older man’s head, a rounded woman stepping out from behind him with her hands on her hips. I giggle at the glare she sends her husband’s way before smiling at me. “I’m Vivian, nice to meet ya dear.”

“(Y/N).”

“You’re, what, 17? You here with family?” I shake my head. “You’re here alone?”

“I’m here for answers.” I smile before nodding to both and exiting the office.

I find my room, stepping inside to find no sign of the scent of smoke and everything seems to be fairly clean. I dump my bag on the bed and check the amount of cash I have. Realizing I’m going to need more I head for the shower to rid my body of the long trip and then begin to apply a small amount of makeup and dress in a pair of skinny jeans and tank top.

My brothers might not have taught me everything about hunting monsters, but they taught me how to survive and one of the things you need to know is how to hustle.

I find a casino farther down from the motel, and as the sky darkens, the residents of Circle pile in and begin to enjoy themselves. I take a seat at the bar, asking for two empty shot glasses. I place them down in front of me, before turning to scope out the bar goers.

I search for the right type to loop into playing pool, and my eyes land on small group of guys that’s already had two beer buckets. I meet the eyes of one man in the group of three before swiveling in my chair to face the bartender. I ask for a shot glass with water and a lime. Even though the bartender gives me a strange look, she delivers to my request and I toss back the water and bite down on the lime. I turn back around, catching the guy’s eyes again before hopping off the stool and heading his way, making sure to sway my hips.

“Any of you boys up for a game of pool?” I smile sweetly, twisting my finger around a strand of my hair. One of them volunteers and I set to work. We play a couple of times, each time I fail and each time I purposely lose and beg to play again and bet some more.

“Again. Double or nothing,” I smile, leaning against the table as I watch the man rack up the pool balls.

“Double $200?” He questions, raising a brow as he approaches me. He laughs, placing the cash on the table and I do the same. “Loser breaks.” He gestures to the table, taking a step away and giving me room to break. The balls roll around until three solids sink into the pockets. I move along the side of the table, searching for the best angle to make the next shot and I sink in two more solids and completely avoiding the strips and the 8 ball.

“You hustled me,” the man says in awe as he watches me sink the 8 ball and win the game. I set the cue-stick on the table and pick the cash off the corner and stuff it in my pocket. One of his friends laugh as the others pat him on the shoulder and try to hold back their own laughter.

“This was fun, we should do this again.” I turn to walk away and grab my jacket from the back of the bar stool. The bartender laughs, shaking her head at me.

My hair is swept off my shoulders by a cool breeze when I exit the casino and climb on my bike. As I ride back towards the motel, I can hear that surprisingly comfortable bed calling out to me.


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Around The World In 80 Days: United States Of America, New Hampshire

Walk In The Woods
Photo Credit: (Rob Davies)
A Rush Of White To My Head
Photo Credit: (Ioana Davies)
Wagon Wheel
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If the Kingkiller Chronicle Were Rewritten as Classic Literary Books

I was wondering how the Kingkiller Chronicle would be if it were rewritten as classic books in literature. So I decided to write a short synopsis of KKC if it took on the plot of those other books. I tried to keep characters in their best suited role, but it didn’t always work so there may be accuracy in the selection. 

What surprised me most is how some of these stories could be paralled with KKC. Anyway, here’s the list.

The Stranger: “Laurian died today. Or, maybe, yesterday. I can’t be sure”…Kvothe is now from the privileged class in Tarbean. After the death of his mother, he attends the funeral with indifference. Afterward, he engages in a relationship with Denna who he neither loves nor hates. Kvothe spends his time smoking and drinking coffee. Later on he shoots and kills a Ruh man on the beach with a bow and arrow. Kvothe never says why except that the Ruh’s singing and intense heat from the sun bothered him. In court the prosecutor focuses on his apathetic nature at his mother’s funeral to get a guilty verdict. Kvothe is sentenced to be executed by guillotine. In a final attempt by a clergyman to save Kvothe’s soul by turning to Tehlu, Kvothe proclaims himself a non-believer and curses Tehlu and the rest of humanity for their absurd notions.

Moby Dick: Simmon longs for the sea. He boards a ship off the coast of Tarbean. The captain is none other than Kvothe, whose left leg was ripped off by the vicious sea creature Cinder. Fueled by anger, Kvothe seeks out vengeance against the dark-eyed menace and hunts for it across the sea. Kvothe is aided by the Adem and Cealdish spearmen Tempi and Kilvin. They finally find Cinder and Kvothe chases it for three days, driven mad by the monster. On the third day Cinder sinks the ship. Still on a rowboat Kvothe harpoons Cinder, but Cinder’s violent movement wraps the line around Kvothes neck and drags him down into the sea to die.

The Great Gatsby: Kvothe is a mysterious yet wealthy bachelor in Vintas throwing debauchery filled parties in Severen-High. Simmon is new to Severen-High and delights in the social festivities with his cousin Denna and her husband Master Ash. Simmon receives an invite to one of Kvothe’s luxurious parties where he befriends the bachelor. Kvothe reveals to Simmon his deep and obsessive love for Denna and that his extravagant parties were designed to attract Denna. Kvothe convinces Simmon to arrange a meeting between the two and they have an affair. Master Ash, angered by her infidelity, confronts Kvothe and claims that Denna will never be his despite their fling. Denna eventually returns to Master Ash, but not before one last rendezvous with Kvothe. Denna and Kvothe, riding a wagon back home, run over a woman who turns out to be Master Ash’s mistress. Master Ash blames the killing on Kvothe and leads the mistresses’ husband to Kvothe’s house. The husband fatally stabs Kvothe, then stabs himself in the heart. Simmon sets up a funeral for Kvothe but no one attends. Later Master Ash admits to leading the husband to Kvothe, Simmon leaves Severen disgusted.

The Metamorphosis: Kvothe wakes up to find himself turned into a Scrael. His mother and father’s traveling troupe is hurt by his freakish existence since no one welcomes their performance anymore. Kvothe knowing the burden he placed upon his family lays down and dies.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: “We were somewhere around Vintas on the edge of the forest when the denner resin began to take hold”…Chronicler and his pal Bast are traveling to the Waystone Inn. Chronicler is on assignment to write about a mysterious man known as Kvothe. On the road to the inn, Chronicler and Bast indulge in copious amounts of resin, mead and plum bob. They drug and drink themselves into a stupor. They never make it to the inn and instead experienced hallucinations of the Fae, a talking tree called the Cthaeh that knows the future, and claim that the Chandrian are going around killing people who sing songs.

The Sun Also Rises: Kvothe and Denna are in love, but their relationship is too unstable to prosper. As foreigners, they spend their days in Vintas drinking wine and coffee. Denna’s fiancé, Master Ash arrives after Denna had an affair with Kvothe’s friend Wilem. They travel to Trebon to watch the Draccus fights while drinking and partying. Denna seduces a Modegan Draccusfighter which causes jealously among Kvothe, Master Ash, and Wilem, eventually bringing them to all fight with one another. As everyone goes their own way, Kvothe receives a message from Denna revealing she ran off to Imre with the Draccusfighter but needs Kvothe’s help. Once at Imre Kvothe finds Denna alone with no money. Kvothe helps Denna so she can return to Master Ash. As they travel back, Kvothe and Denna discuss the life they could have had together.

Hamlet: Kvothe’s father Arliden is dead. Though he is heir to the throne of Vintas, Kvothe’s mother Laurian quickly marries Kvothe’s uncle Abenthy who becomes the king instead. Denna, daughter of a nobleman, is in love with Kvothe but is pressured to not express her affection. Kvothe spends a majority of the play being melancholy unable to decide how to proceed after the ghost of his father tells him that Abenthy plotted his dad’s murder. Abenthy has Kvothe’s childhood friends Simmon and Wilem spy on the prince. Kvothe finds out and has both of them executed. Eventually he kills Denna’s father after mistaking him for Abenthy. Driven mad by Kvothe and the death of her father, Denna commits suicide. Kvothe proclaims his love for the deceased Denna after he learns of her passing. However Denna’s brother Master Ash challenges Kvothe to a duel which Kvothe accepts despite warning from his loyal friend Manet. During the duel Laurian drinks wine poisoned by Abenthy intended for Kvothe. Master Ash’s poisoned blade wounds Kvothe, but not before they switch weapons and Kvothe wounds Master Ash with the same poisoned blade. Master Ash confesses to the poisoning plot in hopes of dying honorably and Kvothe charges Abenthy, stabbing him and forcing him to drink the poison. With Laurian, Master Ash, and Abenthy dead, Kvothe is the final one to die and Manet the only one to spread Kvothe’s story.

Of Mice and Men: Two farm workers Kvothe and Tempi, a dimwitted strong man from Ademre, are on the run after Tempi is falsely accused of rape. They dream of owning a ranch together some day. Tempi wishes to own and raise pet rabbits since he adores the feeling of their soft fur. They find work on a farm in the countryside near Tarbean. The owner of the farm, Ambrose Jakis, bullies Tempi frequently because of his size. Ambrose’s wife, Denna, flirts with the working men every so often. After Denna finds out about Tempi’s love for soft texture, she invites him to touch her hair. Frightened by Tempi’s strength she screams, Tempi panics, breaks her neck, and flees. Kvothe finds Tempi in the woods and consoles him by talking about their dreams of owning a farm. As Tempi’s guard is down, Kvothe mercy kills him with a single strike of a blade.

5

A few photos from Leicester… (well technically the top one of @girlonabridge and I was taken in Belfast, but y'know. Aeroplane and all that.)

We had a fab get together with the lovely @tea-and-procrastination - our hotel was literally stumbling distance from the Curve - seriously folks, for those who need and haven’t booked yet, look at the Ramada Encore. It was also cheaper than either Premier Inn or Travel Lodge when I booked in Jan.

The play is gleefully disgraceful, it’s a DELIGHT. Catherine is right when she says it take a shot at everyone. And imo, because of that, you can laugh at all the jokes. (Including the ones aimed at lesbians.)

I personally recommend going in NOT having read the play. (And Catherine thinks I made the right call on that.) you can see a play once you’ve read it as many times as you like - but you can only see it with fresh eyes once. (And I say this as the queen of spoilers for general drama.)

It’s a pressurehead of steam that builds and blows up, builds more and blows up more… utterly, truly hilarious. And Catherine is fabulous - to no one’s surprise 😜 I don’t know why they’re billing it as Rufus Hound particularly, because it really is an ensemble show.

The place to meet Catherine is at the lift to their dressing rooms, which is found on the cafe side (use the cafe entrance if going in) beyond the toilets, on your left.

Meeting Catherine was glorious. She was in a bit of a rush - partly to get on the road back to London, mainly to get a smoke in first, so she begged that we chat outside so she could do so. She seemed genuinely - delightedly - shocked that @girlonabridge and I had come from NI. She recognised my face! I made a comment about “I tweet you fairly regularly…” “…I know, I recognise your face…” “…but my wife is more restrained. This is my wife.” (Indicating M.) “Hello wife!” I shit you not. Catherine would tell Dad jokes, I am Certain.

We talked about the links between acting and law, and she gave me advice on how to deal with nerves pre performing (which I doubt I’ll ever forget!) and about her cats, and generally about the show and how fabulous it was. She was very taken with the adjective “gleeful”.

In short (because I was supposed to leave for uni ten minutes ago and I haven’t got out of bed yet) - she’s a DARLING.

She didn’t look at the scarf then and there because she was smoking, but promised she was looking forward to opening it when she got home - and her tweet that it was “amazing” is still making me grin.

As for the play, we continued erupting into giggles for about two hours that night, and again on Sunday.

We also ensured hysteria on Sunday morning by playing Fanfic Reviews (the Fanfic version of Book Reviews, which is the fun variant of Consequences paper game) in the Costa near the train station. 10/10 would recommend.

Please fire me. When I agreed to spend two weeks travelling with a “high-power businessman” as his “personal interpreter” during “global strategy meetings about environmental issues” (he seems like he should be in advertising), I did not know that would include going to dinners with him and him alone and spending 35 minutes reading and translating his entire menu every single night. Good thing I went to school for 22 years and got my PhD.

Juice Ortiz - First Steps

Prompt:

The first step in the journey is to loose your way.
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You have been on the road ever since you could remember. You left your hometown at the age of 18 and had been on your way across America ever since. But you never figured that your journey would have let you to actually settle anywhere. You had to admit that overall the years we’re traveling and doing odd Inns and jobs that you never really believed that you would settle something like this.

Working at the Teller-Morrow garage was supposed to just be a small stop in your journey. You are a rambler and everyone knew this from the first moment you rolled in on the back of your bike to the way you spoke. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why you had caught the eye of the young man that wore the mohawk.

Juice Ortiz was his name and much like yourself he had traveled from across the country to hear. He also never expected to settle down in the small town of Charming California. But little behold he did just that. You had learned from talking with the young man that he joined the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club a few years ago and had been with them ever since.

You and he had many similar interests and ideals about life in general. So much so that you would often find yourself losing track of time while you spoke to him.

“So, you’ve been here for nearly a year. Do you plan on leaving anytime soon?”

He asked you out of the blue one day. You looked at him as the two of you stood in the middle of the garage. You had been watching some of the hang around that were standing in front of the club. Your eyes never left the people that mozied about outside as he spoke.

“You know what I honestly don’t think so.”

You told him looking his way with a small smile.

“I think I’ve found reason to stay.”

You said watching as a shy yet bright smile came to his lips as he nodded his head.