#backpacing

[corpsephrog]

i really cannot do cryland srsly and not even cus i'm a payneland shipper like when i was watching the show all the flirting just felt so unnatural and uncomfy i was like "this feels weird is this supposed to be weird"

[densewentz]

USAmerican healthcare- you mean loose ibuprofen and a vibe with a fresh set of batteries?

[freshthoughts2020]

[maybxlle]

GUYS I TOLD THE TRIO ABOUT HER EVERYONE CLAP

[linguario]

#Level80Carrier #ScaryToImagineTheWeight #SteelBackVibes #MaximumHuma...

#Level80Carrier

#ScaryToImagineTheWeight

#SteelBackVibes

#MaximumHumanLoad

#CarriesEverythingLikeAPro

#ManWhoBearsItAll

#BackpackLevelMax

#EnduresLikeNoOneElse

#TheWeightOfResponsibility

#ProfessionalLoader

#BackDoesNotForgive

#InvisibleBurden

#CarriesAbsolutelyEverything

#ExperiencedCarrier

#NothingStopsHim

#ManOfAllLoads

#PacksUpAndGoes

#InnerStrength

#LoadingLife

#TheOneWhoAlwaysHasSpace

#InfiniteCapacity

#BackpackOfDoom

#BearsTheUnbearable

#ReliableCarrier

#TheLastBoxWillBreakIt

#CarryingLoveAndProblems

#MentalAndPhysicalLoad

#StrengthPersonified

#TheFinalStepKilledHim

#NonStopCarrier

[hellrazor]

[thephoblographer]

The Best Camera Backpacks for Both Comfort and Style

There’s one piece of camera gear that has no impact on the photos themselves yet plays a key role in just how enjoyable that shoot was: the right camera bag. Nothing quite makes photographers miserable faster than a bag that weighs them down and leaves them aching at the end of the day, or doesn’t allow them to quickly reach the right gear. While I’ll use a shoulder bag when packing light with a…

[demie90s]

Ok so we saw reader being down bad for the team but what about the team being down bad for reader

UConn x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Where the Hell Is She?

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:Reader’s always around. Always clinging to someone, stretched out across a teammate’s lap, braiding hair during film. But today? She’s gone.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:Team angst, soft yearning, fluff, a little chaotic love

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:Mild language, thirsting teammates, clingy team dynamic, sapphic tension

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.5k

ᴠɪʙᴇ:“Why does the gym feel cold?” / “It smells like her hoodie.” / “I literally can’t stretch without her sitting on me.” / “Tell her to come back I’m gonna freak out.”

It starts small.

KK walks into the gym and looks around like someone forgot to turn the lights on. She blinks twice, turns to Ice, and whispers, “It’s quiet.”

Too quiet.

No one’s sitting on the benches singing old Beyoncé. No one’s draped across a pile of duffel bags pretending they’re royalty. No one’s running up behind Nika just to jump on her back like it’s a routine.

She’s gone. And the silence is loud.

“Where is she?” Caroline asks mid-stretch, glancing at the locker room door like reader might come bursting through late—dramatic, loud, laughing, holding a smoothie for someone that isn’t even hers.

Coach Geno shrugs like it’s casual.

“She’s got class until 5. Some labs and meetings. Told her to take the day off.”

The gym deflates.

“The whole day?” Aaliyah asks.

Bri mutters, “I don’t like that.”

They try to focus, really—they do. But it’s hard when no one’s offering to braid your hair. Or fix your sock. Or call you “baby” in front of Coach just to stir the pot.

There’s no lap to sit in. No random back hugs. No unnecessary piggyback rides.

She’s gone. And the whole team is touch-deprived like it’s withdrawal. KK sits on the floor during water break and just stares at her empty spot on the bench.

“She always sits there,” she says to no one.

“She eats my snacks there,” Ashlynn adds.

“She eats my snacks too,” Bri chimes in.

“She eats everybody’s snacks,” Paige says. “Why is that making me sad?”

Nika’s staring at the group chat like she can summon her through sheer willpower.

🧿: u left me here w these sad losers

🧿: is this punishment?

🧿: i’ll be good. come home.

You react to the message. A heart. That’s it. No paragraph. No voice memo. Just vibes.

Aaliyah leans her head on Paige’s shoulder. “I don’t wanna scrimmage without her.”

“Shut up and guard me,” Paige says.

But she doesn’t mean it. No one means anything today.

They run plays half-heartedly. They don’t even bicker over who gets aux. Ashlynn’s hoodie still smells like reader’s perfume and she won’t take it off even though she’s sweating.

“It’s like a hug,” she says softly. “Shut up, let me have this.”

By hour two, Caroline’s literally lying on the court mid-drill, muttering, “I miss her. I miss her so bad.”

“She was just here yesterday,” Ice groans.

“That’s not enough.”

Then comes the breakdown. Group chat chaos.

🇭🇷: she didn’t kiss my forehead yesterday i just realized

🧊: y’all think she loves us still or she moved on

HEY ARNOLDS: i’m calling her

Coraline🗝️: DO NOT CALL HER SHE SAID SHE’S IN CLASS

🪣: does she remember us 😞

🇭🇷: i need her to bite me or something. like fr. knock my chakras back into place

HEY ARNOLDS: don’t talk to me unless you smell like her hoodie rn

They practice like ghosts. Geno yells. Nobody moves fast. Nobody dives for rebounds. The ball slips out of hands like reader’s not there to clap and say, “You got it, baby. Run that back.”

KK lays on the court and mutters, “I can’t stretch without her sitting on me. I literally can’t. This is physical pain.”

It is. And then? Finally?

She sends a pic. In class. Pretty as hell. Whiteboard in the background, notes half-written, lip gloss popping. Peace sign.

“Y’all good?”

“Y’all miss me or sum?”

Paige throws her phone across the gym. “SHE KNOWS.”

She knows how bad they’ve got it. She knows they’re a mess. And she loves it.

She walks in like nothing. Backpack slung over one shoulder. Hoodie half-zipped. Hair messy from the wind and a protein bar in her mouth.

It’s late—almost 9PM—but the whole team’s crammed into Nika, Jana, and Paige’s dorm like they don’t all have their own beds. Blankets on the floor, snacks everywhere, some random rom-com playing low on the TV.

The door opens. She steps in.

And for two whole seconds, no one moves. Just…staring.

She looks up, chewing slow.

“Hey,” she says, voice casual.

The room erupts.

“OH MY GOD—”

“WHERE WERE YOU—”

“DID YOU EAT TODAY—”

“COME HERE—”

“NO GIVE ME A HUG FIRST—”

KK tackles her first, arms around her waist, face in her hoodie. “Don’t ever do that again. You understand me? Don’t ever go that long without touch. I was hallucinating.”

Ashlynn grabs her hand like it’s her emotional support rope. Aaliyah’s rubbing her arm like she’s real and not a ghost.

Paige literally just sits on the arm of the couch and stares.

Her? She just walks further in, like none of it’s crazy. Pulls off her bag. Kicks off her slides. Pops open a Tupperware of leftover pasta and starts eating, one forkful at a time.

“Mmm. Y’all watching 27 Dresses?”

Like half the team isn’t circling her like vultures in love. Nika throws a blanket over her lap and immediately curls up under it, head on her thigh. Jana leans into her other side like it’s a race to absorb the most skin-to-skin.

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Just keeps eating. Pauses only to press a kiss to Nika’s hair like it’s routine.

“You miss me or something?” she asks, licking pasta off her fork.

“You think you’re funny,” Paige mutters, but she’s sitting a little closer now, pink in the cheeks, like she’d rather die than admit how feral she was today.

She smirks. “Y’all so dramatic.”

“You’re dramatic,” KK says. “We were starving. Emotionally. Physically. Tactically.”

“She’s literally our team love language,” Bri mutters, stealing a bite of pasta from her bowl like it’ll bring peace.

The night goes on and not a single part of her body is untouched. There’s a hand on her ankle. Someone’s fingers tracing her knuckles. Her shoulder’s being used as a pillow. Her lap is fully occupied.

And still—she just eats. Calm. Totally unbothered.

Until finally, she speaks, soft and smug.

“Y’all weird when I’m not around.”

KK nods, eyes closed, head on her chest.

“And we’re not apologizing.”

[nilefreemans]

At this point Buck has an app on his phone that tells him when it will be sunset.

He never wants to be late.

The elevator ride to the top is long, and it's followed by four flights of stairs, and he can feel himself almost running up them, long legs taking two at a time till he's at the top. The view, is breathtaking. But Buck isn't here for the view. He finds his usual spot just as the sun is dipping below the horizon and he can feel how the stone next to him heats, the magic throughout breathing life to the figure within. With the last of the sun's rays, the figure next to him is free, roaring to life as he stands from his protective pose over the castle. Buck can't help but look on as wings, powerful enough for flight, stretch into the air and then come back down around the creature's shoulders.

When the creature turns to him, Buck doesn't feel scared, he just feels welcomed. "Tommy," Buck greets and Tommy wrinkles his nose. The nick name was new, something more modern for the times. He likes to think that Tommy is actually fond of it. "Evan," Tommy replies and he steps down from the ledge to stand next to him. He smiles at Buck, sharp teeth on display. His eyes travel up and down Buck's body, something the other knows is how he is checking up on him, making sure that he hadn't been injured at all since they last met. Buck had been uncomfortable the first time Tommy had done it, the gargoyle could be intense at times, but over their interactions, Buck has come to find the action sweet. "Have you rested?" That was another thing, Tommy cared. He cared that Buck would often stay up all night, living off little sleep just to help him, and would call him out on it too. Tommy would remind Buck often that he had waited a thousand years to awaken from his curse, he could wait longer so that Buck wouldn't hurt himself. "I did," Buck says smiling at Tommy checking in on him. His smile grows though when he takes his backpac off and turns it around, opening it up to reveal an ancient looking book. "I found something, possibly a lead to what happened to the hatchlings." "We shall go over it then," Tommy states firmly, head tilted as he takes in the old book. "How did you come upon this?" Buck may have stole it, but that was a story for another time.

They work together on translating what they can that night, the two slowly gravitating towards eachother until Tommy is a solid weight at his side, his arm brushing against Buck's as they work to try and find answers. Buck desperately wants to help Tommy find his family, aching to know that his new friend has been alone for so long, seemingly the last of his kind. It speaks to him in a way he never expected, and in helping Tommy, befriending him, Buck feels a little less lonely as well.

[fruitwanderer]

Fabrics 0(-(

The temptation to show off all the shinies we got (got back from fabric hunting and got more patterns than they needed)

[hfjonehcs]

Backpac is the type of person who would unironically send pictures like this

OMG THIS MADE ME LAUGH IRL

[bighermie]

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[makiitoh]

backpac ^^

[andreaheartscats]

Sally face headcanons

what i think their bag looks like and what they have inside of it ( lets ignore the fsct that they show us their bags in thr gsme for a minute.)

Sal Fisher

-> literally his bag from the game i know.

-> probably has some books (not many tho)

-> lighter for sure

-> some gum and water

-> carries his gearboy with him everywhere

Larry Johnson

-> his backpac is holding on its DEAR LIFE.

-> books? nah.

-> cigarettes of course but never has a lighter

-> a sketchbook and shit ton of pencils but somehow manages to lose all of them

-> rotting sandwich thats been in there for WEEKS.

Ashley Campbell

-> owns some kind of messenger bag

-> loves decorating it and has a lot of keychains

-> sketchbook for sure and coloring pencils

-> doesnt bring much makeup, probably just some eyeliner

-> jewelry, gloves too for some reason

-> has some painkillers and pads/tampons obviusly.

Travis Phelps

-> also has some kind of messenger bag idk why i just feel like it.

-> literally brings a cross with him and bible

-> doesnt carry much with him to be fair

-> just the baiscs like books, pens etc...

Tod Morrison

-> has all the books he needs

-> all kind of pens and pencils.

-> water with him always and some gum

-> second pair of glasses just in case

-> definitely brings some weird electronics for gearboy.

[temporallloop]

MY BACKPAC K IS SOAKRD WITH LEMONADE????