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anonymous asked:

camping trip in college!! the boys never camped back home and they're so excited to do such an "american" thing. would they love it? be terrible at it? over pack? under pack? go swimming in a lake? find some wildlife? would phichit be a glamper? what about hiking? or trying to fish? tent makeouts?? sharing a sleeping bag??? making hot cocoa and snuggling in front of the campfire????

Phichit says to Yuuri that he wants to try out as many “American” things as he can while they’re at school, and Yuuri is the one to suggest camping

They borrow a bunch of camping stuff from friends, including a truck

They absolutely over pack due to everyone’s favorite anxiety ball Yuuri

They greatly underestimate how annoying the bugs would be, especially because they picked a camping spot near a creek

Please picture Jock Yuuri with his biceps out carrying wood for a fire 😏

Despite neither of them ever making a campfire, Phichit is surprisingly good at starting them. He read about different log formations, “teepee” one being good for just a typical bonfire of smores and “log cabin/ platform” being good for cooking food, and has a knack for getting them lit quickly.

Phichit insists they make smores

They leave their phones in the truck so they don’t waste the charge and to have in case of emergencies. But they do bring a disposable camera for the novelty of it all. They both assume it’s going to be a little bit of a train wreck, so they want to document it if they can. Phichit gets some great shots of Mountain Man Yuuri attempting to spear fish and then fall into the water. Yuuri captures bead head Phichit and Phichit gets one of Yuuri with slightly curly hair since the humidity is so high.

Skinny dipping in the lake 😏👍

Phichit isn’t necessarily a glamper, but he really dislikes everything about feeling unclean. They stay there for a long weekend, and they can’t exactly shower when they’re there? (Aside from swimming) He hates how there’s always dirt under his fingernails and always feeling grime on his skin from dried sweat and just being out in the forest

Neither of them have the heart to kill any woodland animals so they bring all their food with them. They still try to fish for fun though.

Phichit SWEARS one night a turkey stuck its head in their tent while Yuuri was sleeping

One day while hiking, they pass a really cute family of deer with two adorable fawns. A different day they get chased by geese.

The first night, Phichit is cold and asks to snuggle up into Yuuri’s sleeping bag. They sleep just spooning like that. The next night it’s Yuuri who crawls into Phichit’s sleeping bag and kisses his neck until Phichit meets him with lips

omg remember that time when the desert wolf (corinna?) came around and found malia trying to disconnect the tv things from the trucks, when the pack was playing the lacrosse charity game, and she immediately figured out that stiles was the one for malia? like even a character who was there for like 20 minutes knew, but oh wait, srydia is not fan service and it has been building up even since s1 PLEASE

nytimes.com
After London Attack, Living Between Cultures
For an Iranian in England, an act of terror is a reckoning with identity.
By Dina Nayeri

I have an eerie track record. I was born during the Iranian revolution, just as the war with Iraq began. The year after I left, the war ended and Khomeini died. Then in Oklahoma, the Murrah building was bombed. My first month in New York City was September 2001. I was vacationing near Nice when a truck plowed through packed pedestrian streets. I was riding under Westminster on Wednesday at 2:45 p.m. There’s no magic to this. We live in violent times and one is bound to cross paths with terror. But for me as an Iranian, each encounter is a reckoning with who I am, and what I can say. 

Don’t miss Dina Nayeri’s sobering reflection on being Iranian-American in the wake of the recent terror attack in London.

What I need..

I just want to escape this town.
I want to get a truck.
Pack everything I can in it..
Drive to a town I’d be happy..
And stay… Away from this stupid place.
Somewhere my happiness might count.
Somewhere I could be real and it count.
Somewhere I might be recognized.

Sincerely,
One unhappy guy.

southeastern virginia gothic
  • there isnt a day that goes past that you dont pass by a person in a navy uniform. no one ever seems questions why the uniforms are a century out of date.
  • old houses line the streets in various states of disuse. sometimes, out of the corner of your eye, you see women dressed in blood stained white aprons standing in the windows. when you turn your head, theres nothing.
  • you are in the wal-mart parking lot, packing away bags, when teenage boys streak past in their rusty pick-up, the red, white, and blue of the confederate flag waving frantically in the wind. you notice the rifles in their truck and pack faster.
  • you can hardly drive a mile without passing by a church. there is always a cheerfully bright 7-11 in between them, with blank faced and blank eyed customers filling their cars or sipping on slurpees.
  • at night, when you are trying to sleep, you hear the sound of a train on tracks. you once looked up how far the sound of a train is supposed to travel and find it to be 3 miles. you live 10 away from the closest set of tracks.
  • in the summer, there are people on the roadside selling homegrown fruits and vegetables out of the backs of their trucks. you notice their dark, hungry looks and drive faster.
  • you go to the boardwalk, once and only once. it had been a good until you noticed that not every one who went into the water came back out. you ask a girl in bright clothes what the floating things are. she smiles and says “oh, those are just weeds. nothing to worry about.” you leave immediately and never come back.
  • day after day, jets fly overhead. they shake everything; your house, the windows, your very bones. you spend a whole, cloudless day watching for it, only for it to never appear. though its not there, the hum rattles your bones enough for one to fracture. you no longer question it.
It is the last night you ever spend in that house. In that room. That bed. Memories made here super 8 off of the insides of your eyelids every time you blink. You want to sleep but something about this night is like Christmas. Something is not. There is a sense of wonder. There is a sense of fear. Your mother has been crying for months. The next morning she crawls into bed and curls up with you. The way she used to. The way that immediately reminds you that you were once cradled warm inside of another person. You think of the truck outside packed with all things. How funny it was to have stuffed so much of you inside of it. Only to look back and see how small your life had actually been up to today. Funny how in a way all those things were a summary of you. The culmination of the girl you have become. You wonder how many different things about you will fit into a truck years from now. You think maybe this is all wrong. That you should just stay. But you know that’s not right. You know that something big is calling you in that city. You know you have to answer. You know that things will never again be as they are right now. You are not yet prepared for that. There’s a chance you never will be. But this is your life. This is your life.
—  Thoughts on The Eve of College Move In Day. 8/14/15 6:30am
things we know about sv!lois
  • favorite band is white snake
  • has a weekly poker game with her police contacts
  • grew up all around the world
  • MONSTER TRUCKS AND SIX PACKS!
  • the only fucking college student to be kicked out for drinking
  • once told dr. fate his helmet was nice and he said thank you (this slays me ok)
  • fought off her dad’s swat team WHO CAME AFTER HER WITH A HELICOPTER
  • and won
  • (ok she had clark’s help but STILLLL SHE FOUGHT THEM OFF WITH HER BARE HANDS lol)
  • succesfully blackmailed tess (who tried to kill her the last time they met) into giving her her job back
  • dug up chloe’s grave JUST to make sure clark was right about it being empty
  • started smoking when she was 14 and quit when she was 19
  • is left handed
  • amanda waller went to lois with classified information to publish because she respected lois’s work
  • was told as a teenager she’d marry a guy who liked to fly and wear red capes

my dream girl: 

A tall, buff, butch lady who has a truck and a pack of scary dogs that are really just butter balls. She’s an incredible cook and really good at telling stories. She indulges me in adventure, when I say stuff like “I want to go snowboarding” or “I want to go hunting for bigfoot”, the truck is packed up and she’s ready to go as much as I am. She knows how to hold me at night, I always feel comfortable and safe in her arms. She laughs at all my jokes and makes fun of me when I’m being a dope. She’s a bold, lovable bean and I love her and her dogs unconditionally 

imagine the marauders taking Harry to 9 3/4
  • Lily: you have everything?
  • James: of course he does I helped him pack his trunk
  • Lily: that's why I'm asking.
  • Sirius: don't forget about girls, especially the ones in your own house.
  • Remus: *just rolling his eyes at everything Sirius has to say before telling him to do his best in subjects*
  • Harry: *gets on the train*
  • James: I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gone cry, excuse me *leaves*
  • Lily: nerd
  • Sirius: *starting to cry because Harry's left and James is crying* I'm going to check on my manly friend.
Theo- Stay

Requests-  can you do an imagine when you’re dating theo, you’re staying the night at his place and you get out of bed at 3am and theo finds you crying in the kitchen or something because one of the chimeras that died was your friend? xoxoxo  /   I know your proba really busy with imagines but can u write a theo imagine where you fall asleep in his truck after a pack meeting or something and he carets you to your bed and you half wake up and ask him to stay with you? Fluffy

A/N- I am really busy with imagines which is why I combined these two. Thank you for you consideration sweetie! :) Hope it’s fluffy enough for you!

“So do you wanna get something to eat or-” Theo paused as he cast a glance towards you, sitting in the passenger seat of his truck as he drove you home. Your head rested against the glass of the window, and by your closed eyes and slow breathing he could tell you had fallen asleep.
Theo smiled at your peaceful expression, glad you were finally getting some rest. Your best friend Tracy had been killed by the dread doctors only a few weeks ago, and sleep had seemed to abandon you ever since that night. You had yawned all through the pack meeting, not being able to help the exhaustion that was threatening to overwhelm you.
Theo had noticed and, being the good boyfriend that he was, offered to take you home early. It seemed you had only been in the car for ten minutes when you had finally fallen asleep. Your house wasn’t that far from Scott’s and soon Theo was pulling into your empty driveway.
He stopped the car, quietly hopping out and moving around to the other side. He knew you needed the rest and he didn’t want to wake you, so he opened the passenger door softly and scooped you into his arms.
You murmured something in your sleep, your cheek brushing against his shoulder, but thankfully you didn’t wake up. Theo pulled your keys out of your pocket, walking up your porch and unlocking your front door. Your parents were on vacation, so luckily he didn’t have to worry about waking them up.
His plan was to tuck you into bed and then leave, but when he finally set you in your bed and pulled the covers over you, one of your hands reached out to catch his wrist.
“Where are you going?” you murmured, opening your sleep-blurred eyes.
“Home?” he offered.
“Stay,” you whispered, tugging on his hand.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I don’t want to be alone right now,” you admitted quietly.
“Okay,” he told you kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed with you.
You scooted over a little to give him some space, but he quickly brought you close to him again, pulling you into his arms. You closed your eyes, relaxing into his chest as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. It wasn’t long before you drifted off to sleep, but your peace was short lived.

“Why didn’t you save me, Y/n?” Tracy asked you as she stalked towards you through the school hallway.
“I-I tried,” you stuttered. “I couldn’t do anything. I-I couldn’t fight them.”
“You watched me die!” Tracy snapped. “You were my best friend, and you just watched them kill me.”
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, tears dripping down your face. “Tracy I’m sorry.”
Tracy stepped toward you, her once angry expression now a sick smile. She grinned at you, revealing rows of sharp kanima teeth, and her eyes began to glow a bright orange-yellow.
“You’re not sorry,” she told you. “But you will be.”

Your eyes flew open, and you found yourself lying on your back staring up at the ceiling. You sucked in a shaky breath, realizing that what had just happened had been a dream. However the tears were real, and as you came to your senses you realized that you were still crying.
Theo’s arms were still around you, but he was fast asleep, and you soon realized you couldn’t stop crying. No matter how hard you tried to push away the thoughts of Tracy, they just wouldn’t leave, and neither would your tears.
Not wanting to wake Theo up with your sniffling, you slowly pulled out of his arms, leaving the bed as quietly as you could. You slipped out of your bedroom, softly padding down the hall and into your kitchen.
You pulled yourself up onto the counter top, resting your head against one of the cabinets. It wasn’t the most comfortable place, but you had always done this with Tracy when you were sad, and it made you feel a little better.
You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, bringing your legs up and tucking them under you as you cried. As much as you hated to admit it, dream Tracy had been right. You had been right there when the dread doctors had pushed the needle into her neck, causing her to bleed mercury, and you had been powerless to stop them.
She hadn’t known what she was doing when she had attacked Lydia’s mom, and she had thought she was dreaming. She had “woken up” scared and terrified just as you had gotten there, and her last moments were filled with fear.
Her eyes met yours as she died, and it was so fast that you didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. She never said a word to you, but you knew you should have done something. You knew you should have protected her.
Thinking these things only made you cry harder, and you buried your face in your arms to try and muffle the sound. It didn’t work, and soon you heard soft footsteps padding into the kitchen.
“Y/n?” Theo asked, his eyes immediately filling with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I had a nightmare,” you told him, your voice wobbly with tears. “I didn’t wanna wake you up.”
“Was it about Tracy?” he asked softly, grabbing your hands in his own.
Your only response was a defeated nod, and soon Theo was pulling himself up on the counter to sit next to you.
“They won’t last forever,” he told you, wrapping his arms around you. “The nightmares, I mean. And you can’t blame yourself. The dread doctors did this, not you.”
“But she was my best friend,” you whispered. “I should have protected her.”
“Y/n,” Theo said softly. “It wasn’t your fault. There’s nothing you could have done.”
He rubbed your back comfortingly as you leaned your head on his shoulder, crying into his shirt. Neither of you slept anymore that night, and you sat tucked into his arms on the counter until the sun rose that morning, casting a warm glow across your kitchen.

So Here's A Story For You...

Okay so in the past couple weeks my roommate and I have been moving to a new house and I’ve felt ripped from my roots if that makes sense? I was so unsure about the whole thing. It felt wrong. Just real disoriented. Having some things with you, and others at the new house is always terrible.

Anyways, we got one of those big moving trucks. We had packed it full of our stuff and got on the road. As we were driving, I had asked the universe, “Can you assure me this is right?”

We got there and unpacked the truck, and went to sleep. The next day when we got back in the truck, there was a dried bay leaf in my seat. I didn’t even have any, and neither did my roommate. I picked it up and grinned so stupidly. A bay leaf. I had always associated bay leaves with safety and security, along with witchcraft and abundance.

I’ve never been so happy to see a leaf in a seat. Shout out to all my friends beyond the physical who make my life happen. You’re all the real MVPs I need.

-LANO

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Pigs, like dogs, cannot sweat, and must rely on panting to cool themselves down when they cannot escape the heat. This is why leaving a dog in a warm car can become an emergency so fast (although it is of course dangerous for anyone on a hot day). #thesavemovement started giving water to the pigs regularly during vigils after being appalled at seeing the many babies trapped in the slaughtertrucks suffering and dying of heat-stroke during a particularly bad heat-wave in an extra hot Toronto summer. This video was taken on August 4th where it was above 30C, a temperature that would feel that much hotter inside a packed, metal truck. Perhaps less of the pigs would experience this specific kind of pain if they had access to water while on the trucks, but all farmed animals, no matter what the weather, are driven days without food, water, or even rest. So when the pigs see that we have water, even on a cool day, they all clamour to get as close as possible. And on a hot day, their desperation is horrific to watch, as they all try their hardest just to be able to lick the water off the sides of the truck (although amazingly they never fight each other over it, whereas I know many humyns who would trample each other for lesser reasons); we try and provide water to those who appear in the worst shape; on this day one pig drank three water-bottles-full and still wanted more, but have only minutes before we are forced to move, and they are off to the gas-chambers. Picturing the ones that we couldn’t reach is one of the hardest parts of attending a vigil. But as the movement gets bigger, we can give more pigs the water and love they deserve, and by sharing their stories and showing people they matter, we can change the way us humyns think, until eventually there are no more sad, baby pigs that need our help. Get involved in making this future arrive sooner rather than later by joining a vigil, or starting a new Save group in your area (visit thesavemovement.org for information), and most importantly, by living vegan!
#govegan #adorableanimals #love #showcompassion #animals #dog #food #diet #foodie #restaurant #animalrights #animalliberation #peace #ecofeminism #speciesism

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Before Lucas proposes, he takes Maya back home to Texas where he introduces her to the horses, cows, and most importantly, his dad. They spend they week farming in the morning and cooking family dinners at night, while Maya and his father have long chats about life. The icing on the cake is when one of the cows goes into labor and Maya gets so excited about helping deliver the calf. Before they leave at the end of the week, Mr. Friar hugs Maya and whispers to her, “I hope the next time we see each other, you’ll be my new daughter.” Lucas stays busy packing the truck, pretending he didn’t hear the exchange.

Superbowl announcer: And now, Idina Menzel singing the National Anthem.
Idina: … 
audience:
Idina: …
audience: …
Idina:  LAST NIGHT I HAD A DREAM, I FOUND MYSELF IN A DESERT CALLED CYBERLAND, IT WAS HOT, MY CANTEEN HAD SPRUNG A LEAK AND I WAS…THIRSTY.  OUT OF THE ABYSS WALKED A COW, ELSIE, AND I ASKED IF SHE HAD ANYTHING TO DRINK. SHE SAID “I’M FORBIDEN TO PRODUCE MILK IN CYBERLAND WE ONLY DRINK DIET COKE.” SHE SAID “ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP OVER THE MOON, THEY’VE CLOSED EVERYTHING REAL DOWN LIKE BARNS AND TROUGHS AND PERFORMANCE SPACES AND REPLACED IT ALL WITH LIES AND RULES AND VIRTUAL LIFE, BUT THERE IS A WAY OUT.”.(leap of faith, leap of faith, leap of faith, leap of faith) “ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP OVER THE MOON. I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE. IT’S LIKE I’M BEING TIED TO THE HOOD OF A YELLOW RENTAL TRUCK  BEING PACKED IN WITH FERTILIZER AND FUEL OIL. PUSHED OVER A CLIFF BY A SUICIDAL MICKEY MOUSE. IV'E GOT TO GOT TO GOT TO FIND A WAY TO JUMP OVER THE MOON. ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP OVER THE MOON.” THEN A LITTLE BULL DOG ENTERED, HIS NAME WE HAVE LEARNED WAD BENNY. AND ALL THOUGH HE ONCE HAD PRINCIPLES HE ABANDONED THEM TO LIVE AS A LAP DOG TO A WEALTHY DAUGHTER OF THE REVOLUTION. Ah-one-two-three. “THAT’S BULL” he said “EVER SINCE THE CAT TOOK UP THE FIDDLE THAT COW’S BEEN…JUMPY. THE DISH AND THE SPOON WERE EVICTED FROM THE TABLE AND ELOPED SHE’S HAD TROUBLE WITH THAT MILK AND THE MOON EVER SINCE. MAYBE IT’S A FEMALE THING. cAUSE WHO’D WANNA LIVE IN CYBER LAND ANYWAY? WALLS AIN’T SO BAD, THE DISH AND THE SPOON FOR INSTANCE THEY WERE DOWN ON THEIR LUCK. KNOCKED ON THE DOGHOUSE DOOR” I said “NOT IN MY BACK YARD UTENSILS, GO BACK TO CHINA!” (be-de-bong) “THE ONLY WAY IS UP” Elsie whispered to me “A LEAP OF FAITH, STILL THIRSTY?” PARCHED “HAVE SOME MILK” I lowered my self beneath her and held my mouth to her swollen udder and sucked the sweetest milk i’d ever tasted “CLIMB ON BOARD!! she said. AND AS A HARVEST MOON ROSE OVER CYBERLAND WE REARED BACK. WE SPRUNG INTO A GALLOP LEAPING OUT OF ORBIT, I AWOKE SINGING (leap of faith, leap of faith, leap of faith leap of faith) "ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP OVER THE MOON. ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP OVER THE MOON OVER THE MOON OVER THE…MOO..MOOOO...MOOO..MOO WITH ME! COME ON, SIR? YES. THANK YOU. MOO WITH ME. MOOOOOOOOO. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. MOOOOOOOO. THANK YOU.