trip jennings


Time For, Time Force
Power Rangers

Racing to another time
Chrono Morphers are on-line
Timeless Wonders
Fire and Thunder
Off to Save the World

Go, go Time Force
(Time, time, time for) Power Rangers Time Force
(Time, time, time for) Power Rangers Time Force
(Time, time, time for) Power Rangers Time Force
Time Force, Time Force

(Time, time, time for) Power Rangers Time Force
(Time, time, time for) Power Rangers Time Force
Time Force, Time Force
Power Rangers GO!

So, I wrote a gift thing for youguysimserious and machawicket who I blame thank for making me obsessed introducing me to Arrow. I just wanted to say a quick thanks for being so nice and for all the wonderful story recommendations. I have an almost endless amount of reading for summer. Any way, this is a little Summer Travel AU. I used to work at the House of the Mouse and you’d be so surprised what people will do… x Jen

Things that’ll get you banned from Disney World

“Those ears look good on you.”

Felicity smiled and cut her eyes in Oliver’s direction. Her tongue swirled around the almost finished, melting ice cream cone as she surveyed him.

“Should’ve got yourself a pair.”

“Nah,” he leaned back against the bench where they were seated, pulling lightly at ends of her newly shorn hair. “I wouldn’t look quite as cute as you do in them.”

“But you would look cute.”

“Of course.”

Felicity laughed and licked a line of chocolate ice cream dripping down her thumb. Every day of their little road trip adventure, she was discovering a new side to Oliver. Sure, there was still so much to deal with, a lot of angry conversations in their future, she had no doubt.

But this? She hadn’t expected this fun and playful side, or the side of him that was willing to just sit down and relax.

“Now, that’s something I think you’d look great in.”

Felicity’s eyes followed his gaze toward where a pretty brown skinned girl stood, dressed as Princess Jasmine, a very dapper Aladdin at her side.

“There’s so much wrong with you, I don’t even know where to start.”

Oliver’s grin broadened. “I wonder if they sell that here.”

“You know you can’t actually dress up as a character here.”

“What? We’ve seen at least a dozen kids dressed up.”

Felicity rolled her eyes, her teeth crunching into the chocolate waffle cone. She chewed for a moment, humming along to the light music wafting through the air.

“Yeah, kids Oliver,” she said, licking a bit of chocolate from her thumb. “Not adults. Dressing up as an adult will get you kicked out of the park. Maybe even banned for life, depending on the costume.”

“How do you know this?”

She swung her eyes in his direction and titled her head.

“Right. Dumb question. So, what else can get you banned from Disney World?”

“Why? Are you trying?”

He shrugged and moved closer to her on the bench, his hand trailing up the back of her neck to the tips of her now shoulder length hair. He’d pouted for a moment after she cut it, missing its length. She’d yelled at him about his annoyance, claiming it wasn’t his to begin with and she was he own person. She could dye her hair blue if she wanted and he’d deal with it.

He nodded at her and apologized before slipping his hand gently through her locks. After about an hour or so, he found he didn’t mind the length, he actually enjoyed the easier access to her neck.

(He had fun showing her how much.)

“I haven’t actively tried to get banned from any place for years. I think it’d be poor form to start now. I’m just curious is all. And you have the answers.”

“Mhmm. I always do, though.”

He nodded and tugged again at her hair, her Minnie Mouse ears sliding back a little. “So what could get us banned from the happiest place on earth?”

“The happiest place? Really? I mean, don’t get me wrong, this is fun and all. And I’ve enjoyed the rides. And this ice cream was amazing, but the people in full anthropomorphic animal costumes are a little creepy, and I feel like I’m going to melt as soon as we get up from underneath this fan, so—”


“Right banned,” she dipped her finger into the tip of the waffle cone where a little ice cream remained. She brought it to her lips, sighing happily as the cool, chocolate-y flavor coated her tongue.

She smirked as she looked over at Oliver, shifting uncomfortably beside her. “Well, dressing up like characters as an adult we’ve covered. You can’t shoot a video on a roller coaster.”

“Why would you want to?”

Felicity shrugged. “To remember what it was like and share the experience with others?”

“Okay,” he drawled letting his fingers roam back up her neck to the hollow behind her right ear.

She leaned into his hand for a moment before sitting up straight. “Swearing at a guest or cast member will also get you kicked out. Wielding a weapon. Line jumping. Smoking outside of designated areas, selling things, and wearing offensive clothing. Oh, and, uh lascivious behavior in public.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Lascivious behavior?”

“Yeah. Not just sex, although that will definitely get you banned.” She popped the last bit of waffle cone into her mouth, and Oliver found himself exceedingly grateful, given the current topic of conversation.

“Inappropriate sexual conversations. Sexual acts in restricted areas. That sort of thing.”

“Mhmm,” Oliver let his fingers glide over the strap of her tank top. The skin on her shoulders grew pink and freckled as the hours passed. “Need some more sunscreen?”

“Did you miss everything I just said?”

He shook his head no and stared for a moment. “How would me putting sunscreen on you be lascivious?”

She leaned over, kissing the side of his mouth quickly. She froze when his tongue licked the place her mouth just touched.

“Yeah, that’s why, Oliver.”

He laughed and leaned into her, kissing her much more thoroughly this time. He pulled back, a broad smile covering his face. “You taste like chocolate,” he whispered against her mouth.

“We need to go now. I’m so not adding ‘getting banned from Disney World’ to my list of things we’ve done this summer.”

Grinning, Oliver stood and took her hand in his, pulling her up from the bench. He let go of her hand and wrapped it around her body, sliding it into the back pocket of her shorts.

“Oliver…” she spoke, her voice holding mild censure. He brought her in close, and kissed her forehead.

“Alright, alright,” he gave her ass a final squeeze before moving his hand to a more acceptable place on her hip. “You’re no fun.”

“I think you know that’s absolutely not true. And, if you behave until we get to the car, I’ll remind you of that fact.”

Oliver’s stride picked up considerably, Felicity laughing as he pulled her along with him.

“Can we get banned for having sex in the parking lot?”


Photo by @TimLaman on assignment for @NatGeo. It’s great to be back in the magical rain forest of Gunung Palung in Borneo. Working with fellow NatGeo explorer and filmmaker Trip Jennings (@TripJenningsVideo), here catching some sunbeams as he crosses the rope bridge at the Cabang Panti Research Site. We are here documenting orangutans and the conservation work of #saveGPorangutans in this important orangutan habitat. #orangutan, #Indonesia, #Borneo, #GunungPalung, #saveGPorangutans, #rainforest, @thephotosociety, @natgeocreative, @TimLaman. by natgeo

sarcasminthedesert  asked:

Who do I need to talk to at the networks regarding an unscripted show featuring Jen and Josh touring various attractions around the US? I'd watch the hell out of that show!


Could you imagine them road tripping? Jen getting them lost, the car karaoke, stopping to see weird roadside attractions like world’s largest catsup bottle or stopping at the McDonald’s museum?

*squees violently*