#brothers go on worst camping trip ever but end up freeing. the souls. of their ancestor repitles...

[istherewifiinhell]

Hey all that said. Reptile specific spiritual journeys. I dunno, when it hits it hits.

[hybridfanfiction]

Heart Hunter - 2

Pairing: Peregrine Falcon hybrid Minseok x  Deer Hybrid Reader

Word Count: 2,585

Summary: The government has officially outlawed prey hybrids, leaving your herd with no choice but to escape into the depths of the forest. Since none of you have been outside of the city before, you soon find yourselves struggling - until you start finding food waiting on your porch every morning. But where is it coming from?

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It had been at least an hour since you’d last seen a street light - the road ahead being illuminated by the light of the moon and the soft flash of headlights instead. The roads were getting rougher and the greenery more abundant the further you drove away from home, as Madame had insisted that hiding away in some remote family cabin in the wilderness was your best chance of survival. 

You’d been bundled together in the SUV like sardines for hours; Papa and Madame’s bodyguard Marceau (who you were pretty sure was more than just a bodyguard) were in front, Madame and Mama behind them, and you were in the back next to the peacock hybrid Oh Sehun that Madame had insisted on saving. 

Sehun was alright, alright it was obvious that he was raised to believe very highly of himself. He often spoke of his owner like his word was law, and most of it was about how wonderful he thought Sehun was. It was apparent that he missed his owner, but you personally thought he sounded as stuck up as Sehun acted. You weren’t sure how he was friends with Luhan, because while Lu tended to act tough sometimes, he was never a snob. But evidently, they’d been friends for a while, having met during a modeling gig, and were hanging out together when they’d been caught. Regardless of his current attitude, you were willing to take the hybrid along since he’d basically saved you and your parents. 

 His hair feathers were stark white, which he claimed were rare, although you weren’t so certain about that. He also claimed that his unnaturally complex scent was a medical enhancement that his owner had paid dearly for, and your “basic” cinnamon scent was mingling with it and ruining it. He was handsome, you’d give him that, but it was more the way he held himself rather than his appearance that made you a little wary of him. He tended to sneer at everything like it was below him, despite the fact that your breeding and talent technically made you superior. You weren’t one to throw status around though, so you simply let him complain to his heart’s content. You hoped it was merely his way of dealing with the situation and not the total sum of his personality. 

Marceau had only allowed everyone to stop once, finally giving into bathroom demands when they came across a Walmart several hours away from home. While there, they took the chance to buy cleaning supplies, a few more food items, and some camping supplies just in case. Marceau also made you all ditch your cell phones and purchased a single burner phone for emergencies only. Losing the internet didn’t upset you as much as losing the entire music catalog you had on your phone, so you made do with buying an old school boombox and tons of batteries. The CD selection wasn’t great, but you found a couple of workable classical mixes that you could use to keep up with your training, and a couple more just for fun. 

Madame was also very generous with Sehun and bought him clothes and personal supplies since he’d had to escape with nothing. Surprisingly, he was very polite with her and he genuinely thanked her. Perhaps he wasn’t all bad, just scared. His mood seemed to mellow out a bit after that, even going so far as initiating conversation with you for the rest of the trip. 

After what had felt like an eternity, the car pulled in front of a massive gate just as the sun was beginning to rise, and Marceau got out to swing it open for Papa, then closed it and jumped back into the car. Papa had to drive slowly, as the road was made of dirt and gravel. You were observing the surroundings worriedly, as you saw no sign of civilization anywhere. The last town you could remember seeing was at least four hours away. How were you all going to survive out here? 

At last, you arrived in front of the cabin and your stomach drops. The place looked sturdy enough; no holes or broken steps or windows. And it was very large, with two stories and a few other buildings scattered around that could be garages or workshops. However, it was apparent that it hadn’t been used in many years. The windows were covered in thick layers of grime, the porch and grounds were littered with leaves, sticks, and other debris. You were already scared to see what it looked like inside. 

“Oh my. I’d forgotten how long it’s been since anyone has been here. Probably since I was a little girl at least,” Madame sighs glumly. 

Great, so you were looking at nearly fifty years of damage. 

Papa stops the car and everyone unloads, all wearing matching expressions of trepidation. Even the usually unflappable bodyguard looks worried, enough that he gestures for everyone to follow behind him as he leads everyone inside. 

The ancient door creaks as he swings it open slowly, a gust of wind sending the various debris inside scattering. The inside wasn’t as horrible as it probably could have been. All the windows and doors had remained shut, so it appeared as though no animals or squatters had attempted to live here, besides the cobwebs you could see in various corners. All the furniture was covered in drop cloths to protect it from dust, so you looked forward to seeing if any of it was still hardy enough for use. Thankfully, the whole place just looked like it needed some major dusting and sweeping and it would be alright. 

However, as you looked closer you realized nothing here is electric. There are oil lamps on the end tables and a huge fireplace that seems to be the only source of lighting. You wander into the kitchen, bracing yourself for what you’re about to see. Sure enough, there is a wood stove and a sink with a hand pump. You could tell that everything here was probably the best that money could buy at the time, but still, no electricity? 

Madame eventually enters the kitchen, meeting your gobsmacked expression with a grimace. 

“I know, it’s simply primitive, isn’t it? They had this built as a vacation cabin for my grandparents and their friends; a place to escape the trials of everyday living and pretend they were manly men that could chop wood and the like. I don’t recall Mémère ever coming here, though. She was probably more than happy to stay in the city and send the kids along.” 

You slide into an uncovered dining room chair, uncaring of the dust. None of you could live like this. There was no city to run to for food, no hospital nearby in case someone got hurt. You didn’t know how to do anything, and Mama was such a frail soul. It would be so hard for her. Would it be kinder to just let the government do what they wanted rather than waste away in the woods slowly? 

“I know, ma bichette.” Madame sniffled and pet your hair tenderly.  “This is going to be such a trial for you all, but I don’t know what else to do to keep you alive. Marceau will be back in a week with more supplies since I’m sure I’ll be under watch until they move on to another family. I’ll try to come out myself whenever I think I can safely get away. You have to be strong, my darling. Protect your Mama and help your Papa. I will try my best to get Luhan to you.” 

You grasp Madame’s hand and kiss the back of it as the two of you try to contain your tears. Though she was technically your owner, she was as dear to you as the rest of your family and you’d never been separated from her before. Your entire life until this point had been spent training to make her proud, and now you had no idea what to do with yourself. 

“Please, stay safe,” you whisper, voice cracking with emotion. 

Madame smiles with watery eyes and helps you stand, pulling you into a familiar perfumed hug. You close your eyes and breathe in, trying to memorize the feeling in case the worst should happen. 

“I will, ma bichette. You make sure to do the same. Now,” she clears her throat and pulls away, taking her lace handkerchief out to flutter it around like the drama queen she really was. “Marceau will have brought in the supplies and luggage by now. I wish I could stay and help you put the place together, but I have a meeting with a friend that could help me get into the compound tomorrow and I must get back. The sooner I get to work, the sooner I can free your brother. My poor darling Lulu is probably so scared.” 

She pets your head one last time then goes to the entryway with you following behind her. Your parents are already there waiting, suitcases and bags of supplies stacked nearby. Papa was deep in discussion with Marceau but paused long enough to accept Madame’s light hug before she turned to your weeping mother. The two women clung to each other tightly, whispering and wiping each other’s tears. You didn’t think the two had been separated for very long before. Perhaps your parent's honeymoon was the longest and that had only been a couple of weeks. Finally, Marceau had to separate the two of them and looped his arm with Madame’s as he led her away while she dramatically kissed the air towards all of you. 

“Take care, my loves, and be careful. Remember to use the phone if you need us to come at any time. Sehun, I’ll get in touch with your owner tomorrow. If it’s safe I’ll let him know where you are and we’ll see what he wants to do, but for now I know you’ll be safest here. À la prochaine, my darlings!” 

You follow them outside, waving until the car is out of sight, feeling as though she’d taken your soul along with her, leaving you the empty shell that now had to fight just to survive. 

You sigh, feeling as though the weight of the world had just been settled onto your shoulders. You adored your parents, but you knew they were going to be even worse at this whole rough living thing than you were, having been pampered for twice the amount that you had been. You knew Mama had never had to lift a finger for anything that wasn’t Ballet. You were going to have to be strong for everyone and try to figure out a way to keep you all going out here. At least the view was pretty, you decided as you surveyed your surroundings. 

The “cabin” was basically set in the middle of a vast forest area, huge trees surround you as far as you could see. You didn’t know enough about greenery to tell what kind they were. Pine maybe, judging by the cone looking things on the ground. Marceau had mentioned a map earlier and had said that there was a creek nearby. That was probably where you were going to have to get water since it didn’t seem like there was plumbing here either, or even a well. 

You spot what appears to be a massive blackberry bush on the other side of the yard and decide to distract yourself by gathering some. It would be a nice treat to have and Mama loved berries. You rush inside and pick out one of the mixing bowls that had been packed, deciding it would do for now to hold the berries. Your parents are already at work lifting the drop cloths from the surprisingly pretty furniture, all of it in sort of a rustic art deco vibe and obviously well made. Nothing looked damaged, so you’d all at least have places to sit. The bedrooms were what you were worried about the most, but you’d save that for later. 

You whistle a little as you head towards the bush, hoping that if you force yourself to pretend you’re okay, your brain will start to believe it. The bowl is about halfway full, minus a few that had found their way past your berry-stained lips, when you suddenly heard something. A soft crackle, like someone had stepped on a twig. However, instead of coming from the area behind you where the house was, it was coming from across the bush. 

You clamp your lips and breathe through your nose, trying to scent the area. You could smell dampness from the nearby creek, the squirrels in the tree to your right, and something else...there. 

Predator.

Your gaze pierces the spot where the scent filters through, a little crack in the berry bush a little further down. You freeze as a pair of sharp, catlike eyes fill the space, meeting yours with a curious glint. They appeared to belong to a male, judging by the bits of his face you could make out, though it wasn’t much. Those eyes reminded you of the gaudy ring Madame always wears, a massive thing with a jewel the color of caramel. The man’s eyes were the same color and reflected light like the gemstone, holding an insurmountable depth that dared to drown anyone that met his intense gaze. 

The two of you stared, unmoving, just studying each other. You wished you could see the rest of him; surely with eyes like that, he must be stunning. Nevermind that he smelled like a predator; a bird at that. There was also a slight undertone that smelled almost like fresh coffee beans which you guess was his personal scent. He must have noticed you scenting the air because his eyes crinkled like he was holding back laughter while his scent became stronger, no doubt from him pumping out more to see your reaction. Your scents seemed to mingle all on their own, complementing each other and making your head swim, which was curious for different hybrid types. It was odd to find another hybrid out here no matter what he was. You’d thought your herd was going to be the only ones, at least in this area. You were sure other prey hybrids would run away to the wild eventually. 

Behind you, the front door slammed and startled you as Sehun came out and began yelling.

“Hey, your Mom wants you. Something about water.” 

You glance towards him, annoyed at the interruption. 

“Yeah, I’m coming. Just hold on.” 

You huff and turn back towards the bush, but the eyes are gone and you can smell his scent getting farther away. You debated telling your parents about his existence, but you hadn’t sensed a threat from him, just curiosity. You waited until the last note of his scent became too faint to smell anymore, swallowing your disappointment as you strode towards the house. 

Though the coming days were going to be difficult, at least now you knew you weren’t alone. 

[revwinchester]

Color The World - Chapter 4

Summary: Sam meets Jessica early in their freshman year at Stanford and his world is suddenly brighter.  When he loses her during their senior year, Sam’s life is plunged back into grayscale.  With the help of his family and friends, Sam starts to get his life back together.  He works and travels with Dean, restoring classic cars, and eventually meets Gabriel but struggles to let the other man in.

Author: @revwinchester Artist: @bluefire986

Pairings: Sam x Jessica, Sam x Gabriel; background Charlie x Dorothy, Dean x Castiel

Chapter Word Count: 2463

Warnings: Soul mate AU, fluff and angst (50/50 split), major character death, fire/arson, mention of suicide (no suicidal ideation, though), depression, internalized homophobia, cursing

A/N: Chapter 4!  Back to all fluff!  Someone breaks their arm but even that’s done in the fluffiest way possible.  This is snippets of Sam and Jessica’s college life together.  Since this is a bang, everything got posted at about the same time so you should check out the master posts here: 

Color The World - Fic Color The World - Art

I hope you enjoy it!

Like most soulmates, Sam and Jess had become practically inseparable as they learned as much as they could about one another.  They explored the world around them together, taking weekend trips and starlit drives in Sam’s mustang.  

On a hike, Jess told Sam about how she’d always wanted to learn to ride a motorcycle and then proceeded to tease Sam about how the helmet would probably ruin his hair.  A few weeks later, the pair was in a gallery checking out some local artists and one of the photographs reminded Sam of a story from when he was a kid.  He shared the tale with Jess and soon he and his girlfriend were breathless with laughter over the “good luck” Sam had found when his Dad had given him a rabbit’s foot as a kid.  

“So, then Dean managed to convince me that, if you lose a rabbit’s foot, it’s bad luck and it was some self fulfilling prophecy or something because I had the worst luck right after,” Sam shared.

“Oh yeah,” Jess laughed, “like what?”

“We went out to dinner and I noticed the thing was missing while we were there.  I knocked over my dad’s coffee and then, on the way out, I slipped and fell on my ass,” Sam huffed.

“That’s not so bad…” Jess interrupted.

“Just wait,” Sam assured her.  “Dad was on a restoration job so we were staying in some motel.  As soon as I got out of the car, I stepped in some gum in the parking lot and, when I went to scrape it off on a sewer grate, my shoe fell off and went down the drain.  I had only brought one pair of shoes on the trip and we were supposed to be there for another two weeks at least.”

Jess was giggling now and Sam paused his story for a moment just to listen to the sound.

“Then, that night, something went wrong with the heater in the motel room and while we were all asleep, the drapes caught fire.”  Sam was still laughing but Jess stopped.  “The only reason I can laugh is no one was hurt.  Dad smothered the fire and the motel’s management gave us the rest of our stay for free in a swanky hotel that they also ran and Dad made sure they serviced all of the other heaters in the place”  Sam pushed  forward, noticing that Jess was smiling again.  “Dad also told them I’d lost my shoes in the fire and I ended up with the nicest pair of sneakers I’ve ever owned.  Though, to this day, I’m vaguely afraid of fire,” Sam confessed.

“That’s why you always ask Charlie or me to make your s’mores when we go camping!” Jessica exclaimed.  

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Sam and Jess were on a picnic when they started talking about the future.

“So, I was pissed that my dad missed Christmas for a job again and I gave his gift to Dean.  I’ve never regretted it and I don’t think Dean has ever taken the pendant off.”  Sam’s voice was serious and Jess thought she could even hear a sense of reverence.

“As an only child, I’d love for any future kid to have a sibling or two,” Jess said a bit hesitantly, wording her comment carefully.

“I wouldn’t trade my experiences with Dean for the world,” Sam replied quickly.  “I’d always kind of pictured my life with at least two kids, eventually.”

Jess smiled up at Sam.  “Eventually is right, Winchester.  You’ve got a law career to start in order to support my starving artist lifestyle.”

The pair laughed and talked as they ate and drank, goofy grins on both of their faces as they made hypothetical plans for the future.  After a lengthy discussion it was agreed, that their future twins would be named either Mulder and Scully or Monet and Manet, both of which had been Jessica’s suggestions that Sam had reluctantly agreed to after missing her dry humor once again.

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The first time Dean met Jess it went almost exactly as Sam predicted it would.  Sam had just picked his girlfriend up from the airport and pulled up outside of his uncle’s house.  “So, we’re not actually related.  Bobby became a family friend and Uncle Bobby just seemed appropriate when Dean and I were young.  Sometimes, Dean and I would stay with Bobby or he’d come down and stay with us when Dad was on a restoration job.  We had a home base in Kansas but every couple of months, Dad would have to travel for a job and, as we got older, he would travel more frequently.  That’s where Bobby came in.”  

Sam put the car in park and got out, jogging around to open Jessica’s door before she had the chance to do it herself.  She laughed to herself at seeing Sam on his best behavior.  She stepped out of the car and her laughter was short lived when a large form, though not as large as her boyfriend, pulled her in for a bone crushing hug.

“Jessica!” the man said.

“You must be Dean,” Jess responded  “It’s good to meet you, too.”  When Dean continued to squeeze her, Jess added, “Can’t… breathe…”

Dean released her with a laugh and a huge grin on his face.  “Was that un-embarrassing enough, Sammy?” he asked with a wink.  

After Dean welcomed her to the family, Jess also met Bobby, Ellen, and Jo on this visit.  She ingratiated herself to Bobbly immediately when she requested a beer upon arrival and seamlessly fit in with the women when she started sharing some of the more sordid details from stories that Sam was telling, making some of his stories more flattering while, in others, Sam didn’t come out so well.

“Yeah, and then Sammy grabbed his butt and ran out of the room screaming,” Jess laughed finishing one of Sam’s tales for him.

“And I spent the next three days sick as a dog with the stomach flu but no one ever remembers that part of the story…” Sam grumbled, causing Jess to giggle again and lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

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Sam’s first introduction to the Moores didn’t go quite as smoothly but he couldn’t blame her parents for looking out for their daughter.  The initial meeting was tense and took place in the parking lot of a restaurant.  Jessica’s father looked Sam up and down as they shook hands.

“Daddy, be nice,” Jessica instructed.

With a final glance at Sam, her dad replied, “when am I not nice, princess?”

Jess broke into a smile and dashed into her father’s arms.  She was a daddy’s girl through and through and wanted her father to like her soulmate more than anything in that moment.  

Once Jess and her dad broke apart and Sam was introduced to her mom, they made their way inside the restaurant.  It was fancier than Sam was used to but Jess had helped him get ready for the evening so he, thankfully, didn’t feel out of place.  

Once they were seated, the group fell into an awkward silence.  Jess tried to fill it with stories from school with Sam doing his best to contribute, but the conversation felt forced and Sam couldn’t help but feel there was an axe hanging above his head that would come crashing down with one wrong move or mischosen word.  

“So, Sam,” Jessica’s mom began during a lull in the conversation, “tell us more about you and your family.”

“Well, ma’am, it’s just my brother, Dean, and I.  Mom died when I was a baby and my dad passed away right before I got into Stanford,” Sam responded.  “Dean’s a mechanic, one of the best in the business.  He restores classic cars and is in pretty high demand.  Took the business over from our dad when he passed.”

“Ah, a family of mechanics.  That would explain the Mustang, at least,” Jessica’s dad interjected.  “I thought it might be a rental in an attempt to impress me.”  Sam couldn’t read Mr. Moore’s voice.

“No, sir.  Dad taught me a thing or two about being under the hood of a car and we restored her together when I was in high school.  He worked on a ‘67 Impala with my brother.”  Sam didn’t particularly enjoy or want to talk about cars but if it’s what he had in common with Jessica’s dad, he’d make it work.

“And what are you here studying, Sam?” Mr. Moore asked.

“Law.  Well, pre-law.”  This was a topic that Sam was much more comfortable with and, seeing that his response seemed to surprise his soulmate’s dad, one that he dove into head first.  “I’m at Stanford on a full academic scholarship as a pre-law major.  I’d love to go into family law, helping kids who are in bad situations, you know?”

Jessica’s dad nodded, mulling Sam’s words over before he spoke.  “I’ve got some great connections in that world, Sam.  I’ll have to introduce you some time.  And if you ever decide you’re interested in criminal law, you be sure I’m the first to know.”

Sam could feel Jess relax next to him as he, too, breathed a sigh of relief.  It would seem that he had passed whatever test her dad had planned.  “Thank you, sir.  Though, I have to be honest, you’ll be the second to know.  It seems that Jess is the first one to hear all of my news these days.”

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Over the next three years, holidays and summers were split between Sam’s family in North Dakota and Jessica’s in Southern California.  The time in between, however, belonged to them and their friends.  Sam, Jess, Brady, Kevin, and Charlie would go on hikes and camping trips together, they would play video games and board games together and they always made it a big deal to celebrate birthdays and milestones together.  

For Jessica’s birthday one year, Sam and the rest of the gang surprised her with a vintage motorcycle experience.  They drove out to a closed track where they learned about the mechanics of riding and the history of the bikes.  Then they had an opportunity to ride.

Jess turned to Sam with a look of pure joy on her face when she heard they were headed to the track to do some laps on the motorcycles.  “How did you know?” she asked, awe and wonder coloring her voice.

“You told me you’d always wanted to learn to ride, right after we met,” Sam reminded her.

“I can’t believe you remembered!  I don’t even remember telling you,” Jess laughed.  She was so full of joy and excitement as the quintet followed the instructor, Dorothy, out to the course.  Sam smiled, and grabbed her hand.

“I haven’t even told you the best part, yet,” he informed his girlfriend.  “Apparently, I’m too big for anyone on the staff to counterbalance while we ride so you get to take my place and go twice.”

Jessica’s face fell a little.  “You don’t get to ride?”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Sam assured her.  “I grew up around cars and mechanics and all this kind of stuff.  I’ve been on a bike before.”  Sam kissed pulled Jess in for a hug and kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love it.”

Since it was her birthday, Jess got to ride first and she and Dorothy took off around the track.  When they returned to the group, Sam could see the light and elation in Jessica’s eyes and he couldn’t help but fall even more in love with her.  

Once her feet were back on the ground, Jess ran over to Sam and flung herself into his arms.  “That was amazing!” she exclaimed.  “You are amazing!  Thank you so much!”  She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Sam’s lips before turning back to watch her friends have a chance to ride around the track, too.

Kevin and Brady both rode with little incident but when it was Charlie’s turn, things went a little pear shaped.  Charlie climbed onto the bike and wrapped her arms around Dorothy, who was dressed in simple, vintage clothes to match the bike.  The motorcycle shot off onto the course but at the first turn, the bike wobbled and Charlie and Dorothy were both thrown onto the grass in the center of the track.  

The four friends standing at the starting point sprinted over to them, Jess pulling out her cell phone in case they needed to call for emergency services.  Luckily, when they arrived at the crash site, both women seemed to be more than okay.  They had landed on top of one another in some soft grass and their helmets, pants, and jackets had kept most of the potential injuries at bay.  Charlie was now sitting, straddling Dorothy’s hips and pulling off her helmet while Dorothy scrambled to do the same.  When both women’s heads were free, they just stared at one another.

“You guys ok?” Kevin asked tentatively.

“Yeah,” Dorothy breathed at the same time Charlie responded, “Never Better,” smiles growing on both of their faces.

“What’s going on, guys?” Sam asked but Jessica elbowed him in the gut.  

When he turned to look at his girlfriend with a question written across his face, Jess mouthed, “Soulmates” and Sam realized what was happening.  

“Right after we started riding, everything got really blurry,” Dorothy started explaining.

Charlie cut her off and added, “yeah!  And then there was a flash and BOOM! Colors!”

“Wait, you… and her?” Brady asked, his voice skeptical.  

His question was answered when Dorothy sat up, Charlie still in her lap, and kissed the redhead.  Dorothy’s hands landed in Charlie’s hair and one of Charlie’s hands ended up on Dorothy’s cheek.  The other was cradled gently against her body.  When Dorothy’s hands wandered down wards, first to Charlie’s shoulders and then running down her arms, Charlie gasped and pulled back, pain written on her features.  

“I think we should be getting you to the hospital, Char,” Kevin observed, his eyes having turned back to the couple at the sound of his friend’s pain.

“I’ll take her, if it’s alright,” Dorothy offered, looking to Charlie for confirmation.  “You guys were the last group of the day.  One of the office guys can take care of the putting the bike away.”  

Charlie nodded, not trusting her voice now that she was feeling the pain of what was likely a broken arm but also not wanting to have to leave Dorothy just yet.

“You call us as soon as you know anything,” Jess demanded and Charlie nodded again allowing Sam to scoop her up off of Dorothy’s lap and set her down on her feet, careful to not jostle her arm.

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Shaking My Head

Hey folks! I was just camping with my girlfriend, her friend, her infant brother and her mother. It was only for a single night but with the driving and other detours it lasted most of the two days. It was a great time and the contrast between camping with them oppose to camping with my family is very different. My family is very systematic and structured. There’s a procedure that everyone must follow when setting up or taking down the campsite or for meals there is also another procedure… for most things actually. Plus they schedule every hour of the trip and if everyone doesn’t comply to the schedule then they get stressed and pissed off or they get stressed and pissed off trying to maintain the procedures and schedule. It takes all the fun and enjoyment out of the trip. Anyway we had a great time but sadly I had to go home…. Let me tell you a story.

I don’t open up to my family or tell them much about my day at all. So they sat me down on the couch while they were watching some sitcom. They turned down the volume and waited for me to tell them about the camping trip. I sat quietly not saying anything cause I didn’t really want to. So they began grilling me with questions. They asked me how many tents we used. Not seeing an issue I said that we used 1 tent. But then my mother gave me the 3rd degree about how irresponsible and  inappropriate that was and how she just couldn’t believe I would do such a terrible thing... Go ahead and go back to the first line of this post… There are FIVE people in one tent. How could that be inappropriate or irresponsible? Does she really think so lowly of me, my girlfriend and the others that we’d somehow do ‘adult things’… with 2 other people and a baby in the tent? Like what the hell! Not to mention that we’ve never had the slightest temptation to do such things. I’ve never shown or had any signs or symptoms of being sexual. But I swear they will use anything possible to assume the worst in me, my girlfriend and her family (and her friends if needs be). I don’t know what’s wrong with them. Also my mom was extremely concerned that my girlfriend’s dad wasn’t going to be going (we had a creative solution to that but I won’t explain). Long story short my mom hates… hates, the idea of me and my girlfriend’s mom being close. She is clearly jealous. I am assuming that my mother did the simple math of realizing that I almost never put any effort into seeing or talking to her meanwhile I’m willing to do just about anything for my girlfriend’s mom. I’d do anything for my girlfriend and that means being there for her family too and I get along well with her family so I am genuinely good friends with them. Long story short my mother hates this, she is afraid of the possibility of being replaced. But she has nothing to worry about because she was hardly there for me anyway and has already been replaced therefore the possibilities are impossible since it’s already happened. So cold... But so true. My parents are at a sad point where they are only oppressing me and holding me back. For example they won’t let me have access to my own bank account because they think I’ll blow all my money even though I hardly spend my money and have never shown the slightest possibility of doing so. On top of that, I have more than enough for college and to treat myself and my girlfriend on dates. Financially I’m solid. Next I got in trouble for going for a walk at 9pm… I’m 20 years old folks with a cell phone. They are such control freaks, they are so insecure that they must hold tightly onto everything. Because obviously the danger is I’m outside when it’s dark and could be mugged or something. When are they gonna loosen up and realize that I’m not 5 years old. It sucks. Anyway to avoid living the next 5 years in a bubble wrap prison I am preparing my heart, soul and mind for what will likely be a screaming match between my parents and I. I know I can’t win this fight without God so I’ve gotta trust him more than ever. There’s a decent chance that they will try and limit my access to seeing my girlfriend which will result in all out war. I’ll move out if I have to. I can’t run to my girlfriends house but I there are a few other people who might take me in for a while. Worst case scenario I ask my girlfriend and her parents for help but it shouldn’t come to that. Lastly after a heated discussion with my folks which kick started the above thoughts and emotions, I went for a long walk. During my walk I ended up texting with my girlfriend and my mentor (my gf’s mother, it’s not weird I promise). Building up idea’s, strength, courage and making a game plan. I was angry, sad was seeking a place to reflect on things. I was chilling someplace when a man who would seem to be homeless came to me and asked if I was ok. He was checking to make sure I was ok… think about that. I had my laptop of me, a cell phone, earbuds and was wearing what I think was at least decent clothes. But this guy didn’t see the difference all he saw was someone in distress who needed to talk. I just told him that there’s some dumb  trouble at home and that I’ve mostly worked it out already. Next he took a few steps away and pulled out a cheap old crappy point and shoot camera. He told me he loved photography and then proceeded to take a picture of a nearby duck. He seemed perfectly happy mean while I’m at least middle class, probably higher, and I’m depressed out of my mind because I’m living in a prison built by my parents. As you can probably tell I’m tired of this crap and pissed off about it. But let’s move on.

College is starting only next week. I feel ill prepared but at the same time I feel like it’s all going  to be ok. I went to the orientation and saw the place which is massive, it provides everything a person could ever ask for. I mean it has a massive library, lounges, fast food restaurants, an amazing weight room and fitness room. An indoor track which is build above one of the 3 gyms. A Tim Hortons and us Canadian’s are built to run on Timmies. There’s like 3 or 4 separate buildings. The place is massive, like a city for people who want a real job but don’t have one yet. I will likely spend most of my days at the college because I don’t like being home and I will be more productive while working on stuff at school. Plus I can wander over to the gym and use it for free whenever I want, I just gotta keep a change of clothes in my locker. It seems less scary after the orientation and my classmates seem decent. Several of them had gaming apparel or anime and one girl had a twenty one pilots shirt on. I should have a decent chance of making friends. I’m kinda sad though because I know I’ll hardly get to see my girlfriend once school starts for us… yeah it sucks butt. Anyway I’ve got 2 other blog posts on the go right now and I want to start chapter 6 of my book today. Should be fun. Peace out.