#donut sleeper

[reddragonofroses]

Angry sleepy Risa because the cage is clean and someone hogged the home xD

[miss-floral-thief]

Oof wish I had slept earlier/gotten like an hour or two more sleep

[devoutekuna]

Midnight activities

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

"Mama" poking at your side as she tried to wake you up. "Mama, mama" words repeating as Sukuna shuffled about, trying to shut her out. "Mama, I want to sleep here tonight" he absolutely hated how his daughter always wanted to be close to you, leaving no room for one on one intimacy. "No go away" pushing her hand off your sleeping body. "You go away!" Of course she had the confidence to talk back to him, swiftly getting out of bed as he knew that no servants would be awake at this time, grabbing the girl's wrist as he dragged her out of the room. "Hey!" "I'll eat you if you don't shut up" he always threatened her with that as it was the easiest way to get her to stop.

Nanami-

His daughter tried to stay awake since 7pm but she occasionally fell asleep, fortunately she woke up just in time for her father to come back from his mission, he was due back over 6 hours ago, so she was pretty upset when he was so late, and not even bringing any food for her back. "Daddy" scaring the man as he expected nobody to be awake at this time. "Hey sweetheart" dropping his stuff to twirl her around. "Did you bring anything back?" Hands placed on his shoulders to look over his body towards the bag. "Like food?" The only thing he brought was a bag of small donuts, despite how unhealthy they were it was the only thing he liked in the corner shop. Nodding her head. "You can have some donuts.

Gojo-

He was a light sleeper so it was expected that he would wake up when he heard the bedroom door open. "Papa!" The toddler holding the plushie he bought him a few weeks ago, wearing matching pyjamas to his, with a backpack on too? "Look what I found!" Pointing at the bag. Fortunately you weren't awake right now, still tucked in. Quickly glancing at you before rushing out of bed. The pair of them had a sweet addiction, taking any chance they could to stuff their face with food. "I found the secret stash!" His heart dropped as he saw the contents in the bag, normally Satoru would buy a bunch of food whilst visiting a new city and then stash them away at the top of the cupboard, where only he could reach... Somehow his son got up there and raided the whole thing, but atleast eh was nice enough to share it.

Geto-

His twins were supposed to be fast asleep in there bedroom after tucking them in, but somehow he wakes up with a girl sat on his shoulder trying to open his eyes to see if he was awake or not. "I think he's asleep" replying to her sister's question, the pair of them were trying to find the leftover cake from this morning. "I'm awake" scaring the girl as she almost fell of the sofa, fortunately he had quick enough reflexes to catch the girl, sitting up as he placed her back on the sofa. "What are you two up to?" Putting on his slippers as he stretched his muscles.

Toji-

"Ready?" Passing his baby girl a full water bottle, apparently he thought that his daughter wanted to work out with him when he saw her crawling towards the living room. Furniture moved to the side to give him more room as he sat his daughter down on a floor pillow. Disappointment overlooking his face as she dropped the bottle, letting it roll towards him. "I thought you wanted to train with me?" The poor girl didn't even know what was happening she just wanted to see her father.

[a-killer-obsession]

Event Masterlist

👉 Event Info

Unlinked = written and in the queue

Listed in upload order (higher = sooner upload)

🔞 All fics NSFW, MINORS DNI 🔞

Sweet Little Cream Donut [Katakuri + Breeding]

Loud [Kid + Quiet]

Heat [Heat + ABO + Breeding]

In Heat BONUS 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL [Heat + ABO + Breeding]

Two Silly Boys [Shachi + Penguin + Pollen + Degradation]

Franky's Toy Room [Franky + Quiet]

Guidance [Heat + Wire + Degradation]

Touch of Pollen, Touch of Pearl [Jinbei + Pollen + Thighjob]

Fresh Ripe Peach [Killer + Writer's Choice/Incubus]

Laid Bear [Bepo + Mink Reader + First Time]

Milk [Wire + Mink Reader + Pollen]

Panty Raid [Killer + Masturbation + Somnophilia]

Deep Sleeper [Kid + Killer + Somnophilia]

Will You? [Barto + First Time + Body Worship]

Plans, in no particular order

My plan is to write all of these. This is my final list, I won't be doing any if the other requests sorry! There were... so many... (affectionate)

A few requests have been combined for these. I don't know how long it'll take to finish these but I'm doing my best! Please be patient~

Wire + 7 Mins in Heaven + Friends to Lovers

Law + First Time + Lovemaking

Kid + Kidnapping + Possessive

Katakuri + Oral Fixation + Body Worship

Ace + Enemies to Lovers + Oral Fixation + Possesive

[skelebellie]

LOVE AND PEACE

SFW

vash [98/stampede] x reader

how you two show each other love [drabbles]

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vash is very aware of his scars, almost to a fault. he’s constantly covering up parts of himself to stave off any wandering eyes. it took a lot for him to open up to you about them. the best way though was showing your own. bullet wounds littered across your body from not being fast enough, or slashes of tender flesh from stopping a bar fight. but every time you talk about them you don’t have a glimmer of sadness. he giggles when you tell him “if you connect them they kind of look like a sand-worm”. it helps him with his own confidence

and confidence you give considering every moment you find a visible scar your jumping on him, tracing the raised flesh with your finger. “your absolutely beautiful” you keep muttering under your breath as you trace them before bed. it becomes harder for vash to think down on himself when every time he sees his scars he can only hear your voice.

you spend a lot of time holding his prosthetic arm, each time you turn his hand over you cant help but stare at the intricacies of it. “vash, you must have been blessed by an angle because your one amazing peace of art”, you say as a joke. but your corny compliments always make him red in the face. your favorite is to give him kisses on his hand and tell him your hear to save a prince.

at night in the hotel vash can’t help but keep his head in your chest. your going to have to become a back sleeper because that man cannot go to bed without your heartbeat. too hot to cuddle? don’t worry he’s slipping a hand under your shirt to at-least feel it through the night. don’t get mad at him when your wake up in a sweat since he always tends to climb back and hang on like a koala.

vash loves trying new foods with you and sharing his snacks. he sees a food stall? you can bet he’s running back with some for you and him. if he sees food you’ve had before, don’t worry he remembered your preference and order. if he gets a pack of donuts he always gets at least one in your favorite flavor.

vash does the worst corny hand signs. sometimes he will just look at you and just draw a heart in the air. you always react dramatically, saying you’ve been shot by cupid. however, when you do it back he turns red in the face and cant reply.

sometimes vash wakes up in the middle of the night. he knows he’s tired and needs to get back to bed, but he stares at your face as your sleep away the night, content with being next to him.

sometimes he will nuzzle his head against yours. its a habit from being a plant, but you don’t mind. when you have really serious conversations or are taking a moment to check in with each other, you’ll sometimes find yourself butting heads (litterally). it seems to calm him down.

vash is downright the most handsy man that has every existed. not in a sexual way, but this man has to have a point of contact with you. walking next to you? his arm is around your waist. he needs a nap? wow look at those thighs, he’s all of a sudden found a pillow! the night is the worst, its like his arms have a mind of their own as they snake around your waist and his leg nestles between yours.

if your having a particularly bad day, he will lay down with you, humming rem’s lullaby into your crook of your neck. the calm beat allows you to calm your own racing heart.

[coralinnii]

✧ Who’s your vibe: Savanaclaw edition ✧

How to play: out of the 20 traits I think of about the TWST guys, bold or highlight the traits you associate or vibe with. No competition, no challenge, just fun.

Heartslabyul Savanaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia

Leona

8/20

brilliant, but apathetic \ sarcasm is a first language \ scars \ lovable jerk \ rich kid \ messy look is hot \ drinks respect women juice \ always second best \ kid-magnet for some reason \ gold jewellery \ high maintenance \ not a me-problem \ tattoos \ justifiably confident \ secret good guy \ messy room \ naps are essential \ doesn’t like being told what to do \ chess \ meat-lover \

Ruggie

7/20

not a picky eater \ average student \ grandmomma’s kid \ haggling is an art \ damn rich people \ supreme chef \ parkour \ money is a great motivator \ mmm, donuts \ leader when needed \ smooth talker \ neighbourhood babysitter \ survivor mode on daily \ ambitious \ mohawk \ surprisingly responsible \ strong teeth \ piggy bank \ workaholic \ great with kids \

Jack

6/20

brutal honesty \ chill guy until provoked \ prefers to work alone \ hidden softie \ cacti \ athletic \ bruiser strong \ morning runs \ smells senses at 110% \ spiky hair \ tooth necklace \ minds own business \ protein shakes \ soft older sibling \ strong moral compass \ serious respect to role models \ “be a better you today than yesterday” \ early-sleeper \ easily embarrassed \ knocks before entering \

[silentwhispofhope]

Hi there friend! Can I get sleeping headcanons for Stampede Vash? Like how he sleeps with his s/o? Totally sfw, no sexytime just sleepy times cuz ya boy needs his sleep!

Is he cuddley or does he take up most of the bed? Does he snore? Will he hold on to them and not let them leave?

If you don’t feel comfy doing that, that’s totally fine too! Thank you ❤️

A/N: It’s okay. I’m totally comfortable with fluff type stuff!

Sleeping Headcanons with S/O

Before he met you, Vash was a very light sleeper, not by choice though. With the bounty over his head, he constantly has to be ready to be on the move in case of some sort of attack. He rarely gets a few hours of sleep, and even those are filled with nightmares of those he couldn’t save or are just an empty black void.

After he meets you, it’s a whole other story. You presence is enough to comfort him and let him relax. He actually gets a normal amount of sleep now, and the number of nightmares he has dwindle to a minuscule number.

However, there will still be times where he’ll force himself to pull and all-nighter out of guilt and to avoid nightmares. You will have to pull him into bed, whisper sweet little nothings into his ears, and play with his locks to get to fall asleep.

Before you two get together, he always sleeps near you, always a couple feet away. It’s very awkward between the two of you as Vash wants to be near you, but he’s a good boy and believes in consent heavily.

We know this poor boy is touch starved, so after you two start dating, he’s constantly glued to your side. There’s always some part of him touching you. It can be as simple as his arm over your waist while you’re both camping out in the desert or it could be as complicated as him laying on top of you when you both finally can afford a hotel room.

One thing that doesn’t change though is that he still sleeps with his gun within arms reach. While you have done so much for him, he still gets those inkling “What if?” scenarios. He swears it’s just a precaution, and that it’s better to be safe then sorry.

Definitely a little spoon. He’s been through a lot. Give him some cuddles, and he will melt under your touch.

As we saw him in episode 4, Vash definitely snores. Depending on his stress, it’s either loud or quiet. Sometimes you swear he needs a CPAP machine.

He’s also naturally a morning person, but he likes to lay in bed, admiring you until you wake up. Every now and then, he’ll leave before you awaken to surprise you with some freshly baked donuts and brewed coffee/tea. Vash has your order memorized down to the t.

On days with a lot of activity, Vash will crash as soon as his head hits the pillow. You’ll have to take his shoes and glasses off because the tired boy completely forgot to.

Vash always goes to bed with a goodnight kiss from you. It doesn’t necessarily have to be on the lips, but he still finds little smooches on his forehead and beauty mark to be just as intimate.

[honeyrotting]

I made a list of character quirks to give my characters and then decided to share it. So here:

A LIST OF CHARACTER QUIRKS/TRAITS:

Knock yourselves out ig.

‌unknowingly uses childish language to refer to inanimate objects or animals, like Mr. Sun

‌always has gum in their mouth but never the packet

‌attack hugger

‌sleeptalker

‌sleepwalker

‌giggles at nude statues/paintings

‌always has an unusual lucky charm on their person

‌cannot drink coffee but eats coffee flavoured toffees all the time

‌makes random noises

‌has a habit of adding background noises and sound effects to normal conversations

‌bites their nails frequently

‌always wears odd socks

‌fluent in a dead language

‌tries learning new languages on a whim but always gives up

‌talks to their plants

‌has absolute shit spice tolerance

‌has a godly spice tolerance

‌has random facts that they tell others when they are bored/feel awkward

‌adjusts their glasses all the time

‌constantly licks their lips (they are always dry)

‌does a silly little dance when happy

‌quotes the books they read

‌gives names to their possessions and refers them as such

‌can't say no to someone

‌always makes sure to say good morning etc. to everyone

‌hides cash in different places on their person

‌insecure about their height

‌doesn't understand sarcasm

‌terrible driver but knows all the rules

‌sits cross legged on chairs and stools

‌verbally talks to themselves

‌has an unusually good sense of direction even in places they have never been to

‌has absolute shit sense of direction if not in places they frequent

‌chronic insomniac

‌chronic sleeper

‌zones out a lot

‌able to copy origami by just looking at the finished product

‌never has their hair down

‌doesn't like eating food made by others

‌takes hours to decide hairdo's because they constantly redo it

‌writes/draws on their skin

‌narrates their life to themselves/others constantly in 3rd person

‌always slouching

‌cannot sit right

‌cannot sit still/always fidgeting with whatever they get their hands on

‌gushes at any baby animal they see

‌will fight someone for a bagel/pizza slice/donut etc

‌speedwalks all the time

‌never remembers people's names

‌never remembers people's faces

‌gives ridiculous nicknames to everyone

‌has a 20-step skincare routine that they follow religiously

‌horrible at spelling, doesn't care

‌horrible at spelling, insecure about it

‌cuts their own hair

‌amazing chiropractor

‌can draw a perfect circle free handedly

‌cheats in any and every game

‌is a god at board games

‌wins card games by remembering individual cards (they don't know the rules)

‌keeps blackmail material on everyone

‌always has bandaids on themselves because of cuts and scratches they don't know where they got

‌addicted to buying stationery but never uses them

‌flinches at loud sounds

‌makes up words

‌yells at TV and books

‌a god at bottle flip

‌knows how to spin pens

‌always wears a certain hair accessory

‌always sits on the floor

‌horrible liar but lies all the time

‌can carry 12 different things in one hand

‌carries a pocket dictionary everywhere

‌doesn't know how to whistle

‌whistles all the time

‌sews extra pockets on their clothes

‌always carries a pen around

‌owns way too many keychains but not enough keys

‌always has a few toffees in their pocket

‌unwilling to try new foods

‌wears whatever clothes are closest to them every morning (looks godawful everytime, doesn't care)

‌writes a lot of random things they found funny on sticky notes or notebooks, but never remembers the context

‌keeps a journal that is unreadable at this point

‌likes bread (just bread with nothing else on it)

‌writes on walls

‌has only one sock of each pair they have (they don't know where the other went)

‌hungry 24/7

‌thinks food of the same colour taste good together

‌first reaction is to lick it

‌makes friendship bracelets for everyone

‌cannot read analog clocks

‌has trouble understanding 24 hour clocks

‌hums songs all the time

‌doodles everywhere

‌has 5 shirts of the same design but different colour

‌all their clothes is 1 colour

‌obsessed with a number

‌sings when drunk

‌always has to go to the washroom in the middle of the night

‌chews on hair

‌wears a dozen hairclips

‌sleeps with their favorite blanket even in the summer

‌doesn't like pizza

‌always crushes the toffee in their mouth the moment they put it in

‌always barefoot if they can help it

‌keeps a comb on their person

‌always ends up rolling their sleeves up whenever they wear long sleeves

‌wears gloves all the time

‌puts on in order: sock->shoe->sock->shoe

‌has a CD/DVD collection

‌owns a couple hundred books

‌owns a couple dozen fridge magnets

‌keeps 20 pens in their pencase

‌can eat a whole lemon

‌always has a headache

‌puts on shoes without untying laces

‌their clothes are never ironed

‌has a fear of mushrooms

‌knows how to do various types of card shuffles

‌has a list of places they want to visit

‌owns a dozen different wristwatches

‌dyes their hair every other month

owns a bed, sleeps in the bathtub every night

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Don't know if this will help anyone but just putting it out there.

I'll post another list if I come up with more.

[noideabutsims]

158 Swatches New Mesh, All LODs and shadows, Has working crib mobile. If you cannot see all the swatches, place it down and then change the color swatch!

All of our CC can be found by typing " Donut " into the search bar! this crib was originally inspired by Mycupofcc, in their tiny dreamers collection, here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/tiny-dreamers-73393850

and Nicatnite88 converted it to working for infants patch! here: https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/build-buy/next-to-me-sleeper

Now, it has new bars, and all kinds of new patterns! You can even mix and match with the designs if you wanted to!

The way its intended is for 2 babies! you can use bb.moveobjects on to place the cribs back-to-back which makes it so two babies can sleep next to each other, like in the photos! The crib could also be flat back against the wall, also pictured! its totally up to you!

some of the swatches included are from Plutosims, here:  https://www.patreon.com/plutosims/posts?filters

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[cowboylivio]

More tristamp Mashwood.

Vash is hot like a heater. Despite both Wolfwood and Meryl saying they’re not cold and don’t need to cuddle up when they’re sleeping in the desert, they always end up cuddled in the morning.

When they get Vash back from plant catatonic state (optimistic here) neither Meryl or Wolfwood let him out of their sight for months.

Wolfwood trains Meryl on the derringer. Vash trains her to aim but not at people. She’s a quick learner and while she isn’t as good with her aim as the boys she’s definitely better than your average person

In turn Meryl attempts to teach the boys how to do makeup for excellent disguises. They don’t use it.

There are a lot of Vash/Meryl cry sessions after July’s destruction. Wolfwood says he wasn’t worried but he’s also a liar.

They all have nightmares for various reasons but while Wolfwood will subconsciously push them down (there will be absolutely zero repercussions for this) and Meryl will just cry in her sleep Vash will scream and fight in his.

Vash is typically a light sleeper but when he’s having a nightmare it’s near impossible to wake him.

Wolfwood rides in the front seat. He doesn’t wear a seatbelt. He puts his feet on the dash. Meryl hates it. Vash loves it because he also doesn’t wear a seatbelt and will nap in the back seat.

Vash is not allowed behind the wheel after an unfortunate incident including a Thomas. Meryl hates it when Wolfwood drives too which makes him steal the keys often.

Vash cried the time Wolfwood and Meryl surprised him with donuts.

Vash also will not tell anyone that he’s uncomfortable or hurt if he thinks it’s going to disturb their day at all. Meryl slaps him when he doesn’t tell her about his prosthetic legs.

Meryl walks into a hotel room after getting supplies to see the boys full on making out. She calls them gay and leaves. Vash attempts to run after her but Wolfwood doesn’t let him. (Because he’s a bratty bottom who’s clingy as hell but won’t admit it to himself but everyone knows)

Meryl and Vash eventually get their moment of awkwardness where Wolfwood walks in on them making out. He says it doesn’t bother him but the next morning complains about it when they get in the car again for like two hours (because again bratty bottom) prompting Meryl to slam on the breaks and lean over to kiss him for at least 30 seconds before returning to driving.

Wolfwood is quiet for the rest of the drive.

When they do get to a motel they do their normal routine except when they go to sleep Vash convinces both of them to share the bed because they’re going to end up there in the morning. With minor protests they agree and Vash kisses them both goodnight. And just like that mashwood is born.

[rocketboots564]

Here is part one of my thoughts, notes, and reactions to Red Versus Blue Season 9 as a first time watcher!

Yes, I have heard the news about Rooster Teeth. No I will not let that stop me from binging this series one way or another!

The rest of each individual season will be posted separately instead of being a reblog of the first post… mainly because I saw how egregiously long my post on season 8 was.

Season 9 Part 1:

Epsilon… what do you mean nobody’s called you “Director” in a really long time? Sir, season 8 was probably just a couple months ago… I think…

I don’t know how much time has passed from S8 to S9

FIRST OF ALL TUCKER, CHURCH IS CABOOSE’S BEST FRIEND

Wait… how can you get winded if you’re an AI. I mean I know Epsilon is in a memory unit, but does that mean he relives everything in a human body too?

It does make sense that Epsilon doesn’t really know how to use a Rifle. Sure, Church (or Alpha? Imma stick with church) didn’t know how to properly use it either, but he did know how to adjust the scope.

“Torqued in my pants” pffft…

WOAH TUCKER?! You did WHAT IN ALONE TIME? WHAT THE HELL’S “ALONE TIME”? 😦

Erm… what the Metal Gear? I unironically love this stealth mission thing. And knowing South Dakota… I wonder how long it’ll take for this to go tits up…

I’m betting five to ten minutes

also, YESS THE BIG BUCKS BUDGET OF ANIMATED CG SCENES RETURNS.

South MY GOD LISTEN UP?! HAVE YOU NEVER PLAYED ANY STEALTH GAME?! Set up the MOTION DECTETORS!!!

As someone who’s had years of experience sneaking past light sleepers in the dead of night for snacks and video games… I could do this better than you South Dakota.

SOUTH THIS IS WHY WE SET OUR SOLITON RADAR!!! I mean motion detectors… sorry I got Metal Gear Solid on the brain

MY GOD THE ANIMATION?! THE TAG TEAMING?! What happened that got South Dakota to eventually abandon North Dakota?

I too could take 50 of them South… in a fight… definitely a fight

Oop I saw that in the background! Who’s that?!

OOH THEY BAITED ME WITH THE BLACK ARMOR! They almost made me think it Tex… it’s actually well… whoever this cyan lady is

Supportive Sarge? He WANTS to hear the blue perspective? He DOESN’T want to command and yell at his subordinates?

GRIF? CLEANING? Actually I could get behind Maid Grif.

“I actually like being talked down to” woah WOAH SIMMONS?! 🤨 real, me too…

I mean… at least Donut’s still kept his accidental yet somewhat intentional innuendos. And, also his diary apparently…

Damn SHUT UP SOUTH DAKOTA! SHUT UP!! NOBODY HEAR WANTS TO HEAR YOUR SHIT!

North? WHOAH ANIMATED FACES?! NORTH DAKOTA WITH THE CLUTCH!!

Medics = bad luck. Honestly… yeah for you guys they are.

THE PHOTOSHOPPED WET FLOOR SIGN AND MOP IS KILLING ME

The ultimate OTP battle: Caboose x Sheila versus Caboose x Email

Listen… Tucker… never in a million years will I ever call you Professor Fuck

Damn the Freelancer Program only has ranked mode? No wonder they’re all assholes

CONNECTICUT? SHE’S CT? Yeah I can see why you’re so mad about your low rank… you’ll get your shit rocked by Professor Fuck of all people. Fuck it… it’s a funny name

So like… you know you’ve got absolutely dogshit rizz when Caboose has a better shot at dating someone than you.

Speaking of which… Caboose is now in my top 5 of the most dateable guys in this show. Like take this quote from him:

“I just really want to meet someone nice. Someone who appreciates me for who I am not so much because I’m pretty but because they really want to get to know me…”

HOW HAS THIS MAN NOT WOOED THE HEARTS OF THOUSANDS?

Tucker has NO rizz…

Oh wow Epsilon, just drop the existential dread on your teammates like that with no warning. It is a damn good thing your teammates either don’t understand it or don’t care.

Huh… seems even in a memory unit in which everyone is different fate still finds a way to make Grif lazy and sarcastic again.

Then again, that’s kinda happening with the rest of Red Team as well, minus Simmons and Lopez

Also, LOPEZ IS BACK! And this time is immediately beefing with Simmons… or rather the other way around.

“I’ll show you who’s likable and funny, and who people like” SIMMONS BABY ITS YOU! YOUR THE ONE I LOVE! YOUR THE ONE I NEED!

I just like Simmons… a perfectly normal amount…

Conclusion: this season already fucking ROCKS I LOVE IT! HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!

[eggchef]

hello my dear egg i hope you're thriving on this fine friday! could i have dunkin donuts and/or theseus <3

i saw this ask and started drawing like i was possessed. i actually think dunkin au is a sleeper agent word for me

[whatsnewalycat]

Passenger / Chapter 3

Pairing: Trucker!Din Djarin AU x OFC Charlie Wanderlust

Chapter Three: IL -> WY

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Chapter Summary: Charlie graduates to the front seat. Din reluctantly buys donuts. They both continue to think they're way smarter than the other.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 4.2k+

Content / Warnings: modern-day au, alternating pov, second person pov, slow burn, vagabond ofc, dog grogu, enemies to lovers, bounty hunting, drug mention, being held captive, swearing, lack of privacy and autonomy, animal neglect mention, tip-toeing around having to take a dump, food mention, death threat, knife mention, gun mention, police mention, playing guitar and singing, targeted extermination (crimes against humanity??) mention, deathwish

Notes: You look cute today. Hope you like it, thanks for reading!

For almost half his life, Din woke up in his rig alone each morning. The bray of his alarm started at 7:00am, saws against his bones jolting him conscious.

Since the dog has joined him on the road, Din’s alarm has been preceded by whines for attention, sometimes even before the sun rises. If he tries to ignore the noise, it escalates to wet laps against his face, which serves as a pretty effective snooze button.

Today it’s not the alarm or the dog that wakes him, but the mellow resonance of an acoustic guitar. It creeps at the edge of his sleeping state and gently nudges him out of dreamland, back into the driver’s seat of his truck. His eyes blink open to find the world outside still steeped in blue left over from nighttime. It suits the melancholic chords you strum from behind him. 

You start to sing in a voice so quiet, he’s not sure whether you’re singing actual words or just vocalizing. Either way, his chest sinks. He lays there, heavy-limbed and fuzzy-headed, watching wispy, dreamsicle clouds suspended in the atmosphere. 

The dog joins in with a drawn out, dramatic groan, which you react to with bubbling laughter, asking, “Are you trying to sing, too?” 

“Boof.” 

“What a lovely singing voice you have, little pup,” you coo. The strumming ceases and there’s a hollow thunk as you set the guitar aside to give all your attention to the dog. 

Din looks at the tablet on his dash and reads the time as 6:12am. He sits up straight in his seat, stretching his frustrated spine before sliding on his sunglasses and turning to the sleeper cab. 

The dog is nestled into the cradle of your crossed legs, happily accepting belly scratches. Your glowing, rosy-cheeked smile falters a little when you glance up and see Din rising to his feet, and you remark, “Look at that, we made it through the night with no bloodshed.” 

He nods in response, unsure what to say. 

The dog notices his presence and starts flopping around until he successfully makes it onto all fours, then jumps onto the floor and starts pawing at Din’s boots. When he crouches down to pet him, the dog jumps up and starts licking his face. 

“Hey now, four on the floor,” Din grumbles, pushing him back until he resigns to a sitting position with a huff. He rewards the dog by scratching between his big ears, “There we go. Good boy.” 

“Where we headed today?” you pick your guitar back up and absentmindedly play a gentle melody, “My certain fate?” 

When he doesn’t respond right away, you just keep talking. 

“How long does it take to get to Portland? That’s where you’re taking me, right?” 

This time, you stare at him and wait for an answer. He meets your gaze, then drops it to your guitar, reading a few of the sharpied signatures on its face as he says, “Nebraska to deliver this load. Then head West, see where we end up. We won’t get to Portland until tomorrow or the next day.” 

“Ah,” you wince down at your guitar, then sigh, “Well, rule number five.” 

“Rule number five?” 

“Live in the now.”

Din stands there, expecting you to say more, almost wishing you would say more about what you mean by rules and your certain fate. But you don’t. 

So he shifts forward onto his knees and reaches under the bed, typing the key code into the safe while you twist the little knobs at the head of your guitar and give each string a few test plucks. 

You start a new song, and a dim sense of nostalgia creeps up his neck. 

He pictures the apartment he lived in as a kid. Windows cracked open to release the lemon-scented cleaning solution fumes. This song broadcasting out from a record player, his mom singing along from the kitchen as she scrubbed the floor, the same lyrics you sing now: 

“Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door—”

“That’s enough,” he snips.

The music stops abruptly. 

“Not a big Guns ‘n’ Roses fan?” 

He grabs his keychain from the safe and slams it closed, “Bob Dylan.” 

“Touché,” you watch him as he stands and turns to unlock the ratchet strap, “You know, that’s actually the version I was playing, but I figured you’d think—“ 

“Look, I just want some quiet, ok?” 

A few moments go by before you scoff and mutter under your breath, “Not a morning person. Noted.” 

Well.

There’s good news and bad news.

The good news is your captor let you keep your notebook and pen. You were also able to play your guitar and sleep in a bed. And while this man’s mattress is not a luxury by any means, it sure as hell beats sleeping strapped into an adult-sized booster seat. 

Which brings you to the bad news. 

You’re strapped into the aforementioned adult-sized booster seat again. Also, the man has reverted to ignoring every single thing you say. And, of course, there’s the looming threat of Portland…

But you think you might have a way out. 

Your captor doesn’t seem to be as horrible a person as you thought. Which is to say that he hasn’t tried to sexually assault or murder you yet. A very low bar, but still. 

While it’s clear to you that his only goal is to complete the job he took by turning you in, he didn’t have to let you keep your switchblade. He didn’t have to let you sleep in his bed. In fact, you suspect he did those things because he felt bad for you being in this shitty situation.  

Which tells you one crucial thing about him: He has a heart. 

This is your way out. 

Getting strangers to trust you is a song and dance you have to perform frequently. The unbroken overnight truce between you and the man may only be a small building block of trust, but you think you can work with it. And you’re not sure where, or how, but you believe that if you can get him to trust you, even a little, the opportunity to escape will present itself. 

RULE #7: Keep your options open. 

So this time, when he backs up to the receiving warehouse to offload the trailer, you pull the switchblade from your bra and toss it into the open space between the driver and passenger’s seat. You show him you understand the rules and you’re willing to comply. 

The man gives you a nod of thanks before grabbing the blade and tucking it in his pocket. 

Pen to paper, you pass the time while he’s gone scribbling about your journey these past few days. The dog whines and ping-pongs from the driver’s seat to the passenger’s seat, his flat snout fogging up the windows. You try to soothe his worry by cooing reassurances to him and giving him scratchies when he comes within your reach, but he mostly ignores you. 

When the man returns from offloading the trailer, he shoos his excited friend over to the passenger’s seat and swings the door closed with a thunk. 

“How’d it go?” you ask.

“Fine.”

He pulls off his aviators and scrubs his gloved hands over his face. The dog jumps onto his lap and starts licking his mouth. The man grimaces and blocks the ambush, but laughs, “Ugh, yeah, hello.” 

This is the first time you’ve witnessed a smile across his face. It digs out dimples in his cheeks and brightens his features tenfold. And, as a result, you find yourself smiling, too. 

“He was nervous when you were gone,” you tell him, “Just ran back and forth between the windows trying to see where you were.” 

The man nods, dimming his smile a tad, but scratches the dog’s head and rubs his big bat-like ears. 

“Ok, that’s enough,” he declares, then plucks the dog off his lap and drops him in the passenger’s seat.

Certain things are inevitable in life. 

Included among these are: Death, change, failure… and, unfortunately for you, bodily functions. 

After lunch, while your captor pours dog food into a bowl for the pup, then starts to prepare the cabin for the next leg of its journey, your guts clench and twist. Heat floods your cheeks as its meaning dawns on you. 

“I have to go to the bathroom.” 

“Give me a moment,” he says, not looking up from the tablet mounted from his dash, “Then I can leave.” 

“I, umm… I don’t wanna go in here.“

Your voice comes out uncharacteristically timid, getting all high-pitched at the end. He glances over his shoulder and furrows his brow, while you just plead with your eyes for him not to ask more questions. It takes a moment before the lightbulb goes on over his head. 

“If you let me use the bathroom inside, I promise I won’t talk to anyone or try to take off—”

The man looks around the cabin, then sighs, “If you try anything—”

“Yeah yeah yeah, you’ll kill me,” you wave him off and tug on your harness, “I get it, can we go?” 

“Fine,” he concedes, “You’re not to leave my side except when in the bathroom, understand?”

Din walks at your side, hand grounded between your shoulder blades as he guides you through the gas station’s brightly lit aisles. 

“Do you like donuts?” 

He ignores you. 

“That’s a silly question. Everyone likes donuts, right? We should get some.” 

The women’s restroom draws near and you rush ahead of him to push through the door. He calls after you, “Be quick,” as it swings shut, then leans against the wall opposite the bathroom, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Doubt nibbles away at his nerves with each passing second. 

When you emerge, wiping your damp hands on your pants, he straightens and resumes his position at your side, palm pressed against your back, and starts walking. 

“Did I do good?”

He glances over to see you looking up at him, a bright smile dawning your face. Words get tangled in his throat for a moment, but he regains his footing and nods, “Yes.” 

“Good enough to get a donut?” 

He doesn’t respond, but as the two of you pass a donut display, you halt, “Please?” 

His jaw clenches. He looks between you, your big brown almond-shaped eyes all sparkling with hope, and the clear cabinet stocked with a variety of donuts, then sighs, “Fine.” 

“Yessss,” you clap your hands together and practically bounce over to the display, yanking a parchment paper bag from the counter before clicking the tongs a few times, “Which one do you want?” 

“I don’t want one,” Din props his hands on his hips. 

You pull the display’s clear plastic door open and raise an eyebrow at him, “I find that hard to believe. Look, they have long johns, cake donuts, apple turnovers, jelly-filled donuts, bear claws—”

“No, thank you.”

“Oh, come on,” you roll your eyes, “If you don’t tell me which one, I’m gonna pick it for you.” 

He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, trying to figure out why the hell he agreed to this as you nab a glossy, o-shaped donut. 

“These are my favorite: glazed. Sweet ‘n’ gooey on the outside, soft and fluffy on the inside,” you drop it into the parchment paper bag and click the tongs at Din, “What’ll it be? Wait—Can I guess?”

Din throws his arms out at his sides, “Just pick one.” 

“Let’s see,” you narrow your eyes and tilt your head at him, “You seem like a ‘just the basics' kind of guy. No frills. Maybe a little repressed. And for that reason, I guess that you favor… an old-fashioned donut?”

You grin as you wait for his confirmation. He shakes his head and snatches the tongs from your hand, plucking a raspberry bismarck from the lineup. 

“Interesting choice,” you nod as if you’re impressed, “Huh. I had you pegged all wrong, big guy, my apologies.” 

Din smirks and drops the donut into a bag, “Let’s go.” 

After he pays, the two of you exit the gas station and start towards the rig. Din returns his hand to the space between your shoulder blades, watching for the telltale signs that you’re about to bolt. A frantic glance around, or a stutter in your pace. 

Sure, you’re being cooperative, but he’s not naïve. 

Considering how scrappy you obviously are, he has no doubt you’re still plotting to escape before he delivers you to Portland. Your temporary compliance means nothing. In the end, you’re going to fight tooth and nail against him, and you will fail. This is how it goes every time, and you are not an exception. 

You tear off a piece of the donut and pop it in your mouth, groaning as the pastry melts against your tongue, “Fuck, that’s good.” 

Something primal pulses inside him. 

Din shakes it from his head and stares up at the idling truck, pulling the door open for you to hop inside. You do so without protest. He buckles and locks you into the sleeper cab’s harnessed seat, then goes about finding a new work order. 

While your captor is hooking up the trailer and all that entails, you hum to yourself and doodle french bulldogs into the margins of your notebook. 

Your muse whines at the driver’s side window, then jumps down off the seat, onto the bed beside you. He stomps a few loops, then throws himself to the mattress  with a, “Humph.” 

“Preaching to the choir, pupperoni,” you mutter, “I can’t believe driving for over 10 hours a day isn’t the most boring part of trucking.” 

The dog blinks at you, which you consider an agreement on his part. 

“I wish I knew your name,” you pout, rubbing his velvety ear between your fingers, then sigh, “Well. Maybe it’s better I don’t know. Rule number nine: Don’t get attached.” 

It’s quiet for a while as you pet the dog, soothing his agitation. 

“Can you keep a secret?”

His eyes start to drift closed. He releases a deep breath. 

“I am terrified of what will happen when they take me,” you whisper, then scratch the top of his noggin and sigh to yourself, “Fuck.” 

The dire reality of your situation finally begins to sink down onto your shoulders. A dark blue ache pools in your diaphragm. For a split second, you think about the switchblade in your captor’s pocket and wonder how sharp it really is. 

The driver’s door swings open, and for once, you’re actually glad to see it. 

Beside you, the dog perks up, waiting until the black baseball cap and shiny aviators of your captor come into view before hurdling himself towards the front of the truck. The man pulls the door closed with a loud thunk and drops onto the driver’s seat. 

He tugs the gloves off his fingers with his teeth and tosses them on the dash, glancing between a packet of papers on his lap and the tablet, tapping the screen a few times before turning to the sleeper cabin. 

You follow his movements and ask, “On the road again?” 

The man grunts in response, kneeling down beside the bed to access his safe. 

Six little beeps ring out as you tap your fingers against your thigh, “Where to now?” 

“Utah,” he yanks the safe open, stowing his papers inside, then slams it shut. 

“Portland tomorrow?” 

He leans back on his haunches, digs in his pocket, and hands you your knife, “Yes.” 

“Thanks,” you murmur, taking it from him. While he rises to his feet and dusts off his knees, you frown in contemplation, then ask, “Can I sit up there?”

The man stills. 

You look up and meet your reflection in his sunglasses with a shrug, “I just wanna see the world a little more before… you know. I can’t.” 

His shoulders seem to slump the tiniest bit when you say this, but he corrects it quickly and says, “I’m still turning you in.” 

“Of course.” 

He studies you, jaw working from side to side, then sighs and crouches down again to unlock your harness. 

Din regrets the decision almost the second your seatbelt clicks into place beside him. 

All your little noises and attempts at conversation were subdued when you were in the sleeper cab. With you just two feet away, he can hear every hum, every question, every pointless observation, every single godforsaken tap tap tap of your pen keeping time on your thigh. 

He has considered throwing it out the window more times than he can count, but knows you would just resume the motion with your fingertips against all of your surroundings: notebook, window, legs, face, seat, door, anything, everything. 

Tap tap tap tap tap

Worse yet, he can see you in the corner of his eye, always moving. Always. Fiddling with your hair, twisting it into braids, undoing them, redoing them. Jotting things down in your notebook. Wiggling in your seat. Bouncing your leg. Every ten minutes he has to scold you to get your feet off the dash, and each time you scoff and roll your eyes like he’s the one being unreasonable. 

Your presence eats away at his nerve endings, leaving them frayed and hot. 

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough. 

“Does your dog have a name?” you ask somewhere in the middle of Nebraska, where it seems like all that exists are cornfields. Dried out stalks, golden and ready to harvest, line the highway for miles on each side. Every once in a while, he spots monstrous combines, eating up rows at a time, spitting out beige clouds behind them. 

“Not sure.” 

The answer flees his mouth before he has time to consider the consequences. They are immediate. 

“How are you not sure, what does that mean?” 

Din sighs and keeps his eyes on the road as he tries to forge an explanation. You take his pause as him dropping the subject. 

“You can’t just say that,” you scoff, staring at him, “What, did you find him abandoned or something?” 

He shakes his head and parts his lips, but you push onward before he can get out a word.

“Did you steal him?” 

His mouth snaps shut and his traitorous throat gulps, thick with guilt. 

“You stole him?!” You gasp, “You hypocrite. Wow. Why would you steal someone’s dog?” 

He glares at you, “They didn’t take care of him.” 

“How do you even know that? Did you just assume you can do a better job—”

“They had him crated alone for at least a day before I got there to load their furniture—”

“What, is this thing a moving service too?”

“Christ, will you just shut up and let me explain?” he snaps. 

Your head jerks back and face pinches into a scowl. But you do as he asked, rolling your wrist away from your body as if to say: Proceed. 

“I do all kinds of jobs. Mostly this, long hauling freight for manufacturers and distribution centers, but sometimes, yes, I take moving jobs.” 

“And bounty hunting on the side?”

He shoots a sharp glance your way, and you mutter, “Sorry, go on.” 

“His owners hired me to move their belongings from Pittsburgh to Albany. The work order didn’t say anything about a dog, but when I got there, he was alone and scared. No food or water,” Din pauses and watches in the side mirror as a pickup truck swings out from behind him and speeds to get ahead, then he continues, “When I got to Albany, they weren’t too happy about my refusal to hand him over. I didn’t get paid, but I couldn’t leave him there.” 

You nod and stare out at the road, “So you’ll do that for dogs but not people?” 

The question jolts him. He swallows hard and shrugs, “Dogs are put in their circumstances and unable to escape. People have a choice.” 

“I disagree,” you look over at him and study his profile, “What are people supposed to do when the only circumstances that allow for their escape lead to something like this? Is that supposed to be a choice?” 

He wants to ask you to explain, but he knows the less information he has, the better. And he already knows too much. So he says nothing.  

You release a deep sigh and lean back in your seat, rolling your head to look at the passing cornfields. 

Your captor decides to stop for the night at a rest stop between sleepy Wyoming towns along I-80. 

As he did the night before, he locks the rig down like it’s Fort fucking Knox. 

There’s this whole system he has worked out, with straps and locks and keys and his little safe under the bed.

His vigilance seems to be the only thing he keeps in excess. Which you could relate to more if you weren’t the “asset” he’s so vehemently trying to secure. 

An asset. 

Your stomach churns as you realize that’s what you are to this man. Not a human, but a pawn to trade for cash. You hoped to garner his sympathy throughout the day, but seem to have gotten nowhere in that respect, while each mile brings you closer to Portland. 

After completing his nighttime routine and tapping around on his tablet a little, the man shuts off his overhead lamp and reclines the driver’s seat all the way back. 

The only light comes from a streetlamp outside, casting a green fluorescent glow across the empty passenger’s seat. You roll on your side and make way for the dog, who jumps up and curls into a ball against you. He lets out a content sigh when your nails rake the short, white fur along his ribcage. 

“Can I tell you about where you’re taking me?”

No response. 

“I know you’re not sleeping,” you say, “Don’t pretend.” 

“I would rather not know.” 

“Yeah, well that makes two of us,” you mutter, then shake your head, “But I can’t let this be buried with me. I need someone to know.”  

Nothing.

“Please.” 

A brief silence follows, but you wait, and eventually he says, “Ok.” 

“I was staying with my friend, Joey, in Portland for a few weeks while I did temporary work there. One night, he was biking back to the apartment and saw these cops stop and talk to an unhoused man, then put him in the back of the cop car. No lights or anything. Joey thought this was weird, so he followed the cruiser. It went into this warehouse, not back to the police station. They brought the guy in but left without him. 

“The next day, Joey talked to a friend, who looked into property records of the warehouse and told us it belonged to an LLC. We traced back to this guy named Tom Boucheron. Do you recognize that name?” 

“No.” 

“Oh. Well, he owns all these property companies out there. I thought it would have been him that put out the bounty for me.” 

He doesn’t say anything. 

“Anyway,” you frown at the now abstract green glow of the passenger’s seat, “We should have figured we were in over our heads. But, whatever was happening seemed shady and we wanted to check it out. A few of us broke into the warehouse. The place had a few security guards posted and, I don’t know, it got out of hand. Some of us—me, I—held them at gunpoint while the others looked around. They found pharmaceuticals and street drugs, large quantities of them.”

You pause for a moment and listen to the hum of the truck, then ask, “Are you still listening?” 

“Yes.” 

“Ok,” you take a deep breath, then say, “The cops showed up quick. They caught our lookout and arrested him, but the rest of us were able to get out. And…”

The words catch in your throat for a second. You shake your head, “And one of my friends… I mean, I didn’t see it myself, but… she said she saw people in cages. All fucked up and strung out, barely able to move. She thought some of them might’ve been dead.

“I know it sounds crazy. I didn’t even believe her at first, but a few days later, our friend who was arrested turned up dead from an apparent overdose. He didn’t use hard drugs. That was enough for me to get back on the road, but the others… Portland is their home, you know, they were insistent on staying to find out more.” 

A heaviness falls over you. It surrounds you on all sides, suffocating the flame of hope that kept you going all day. Your eyes burn like hell but you can’t seem to bring yourself to blink. The vague glow of the streetlamp holds you in a trance. 

When you speak again, you try your hardest to keep your voice steady. 

“So I just need you to know… that is what’s ahead of me. I will go missing. They will keep me in a cage like a fucking animal, drugging me and god knows what else, until I’m fucking dead. My grandma and brother, if they ever discover my death, will think I overdosed and died on the streets of Portland. They will think I died with no dignity,” you pause here and let out a sad, watery chuckle, “And they will be right.” 

Silence. 

You swallow the thickness of your throat and muster every ounce of courage in your body as you tell him, “If you have any mercy at all, you will kill me in my sleep tonight and hand them my dead body tomorrow.”

More silence. 

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.” 

“Alright,” you breathe, “Well… goodnight, then.”

[bluepallilworld]

3. “It's way past your bedtime." With Vary and Shift?¿

In a glittering cave deep inside Waterfall, two small figures were laying on a bank, snuggled together.

One slept soundly, his tail curled around the other, who was still but wide awake.

Vary stared at a damp wall not far, counting the rocks that shined there. She struggled a bit with the numbers past 100 but she was getting there. Jar will see next time that she was capable of listening and learning!

She went up to 32 when her brother let out a faint whine and slightly changed his sleeping position.

The girl let out a soft hum and stuck her head against his for a moment, the boy's pinched expression soon eased up into something more relaxed and Vary went back to counting.

Not even 10 later, a noise resonated through a nearby tunnel and the child tensed up, moving her body slowly to hide her twin, Shift, from the potential threat.

The noise turned into a recognizable sound.

Steps.

Light but fast, someone with a purpose.

Dangerous?

Unsure.

The padishiscuro didn't dare move from her position if only to bare her teeth and harden her fingerless hands.

In case it was dangerous.

Something green emerged soon. An humanoïd shape, clothed and walking on two legs.

A monster?

She didn't trust many of them. She glanced at Shift, still asleep, a certain tension was again in his limbs.

She couldn't run or hide.

The monster came closer and she sighed, relaxing slightly and making herself smaller.

Better appear defenseless for now.

Only once the intruder walked beside a few glowy stones and their traits became discernable, Vary finally relaxed.

Jar.

It was only Jar, the lizard girl they were somewhat friends with.

"Helloooo," the older child squinted, "Vary?"

Vary glared.

"Definitively Vary."

Jar was now fully in view and Vary instinctually did what she'd always done when encountering someone.

She shapeshifted, changing her form to match her interlocutor as best as she could.

The gray of her body turned emerald green, growing taller and lankier. Her tail shortened to a small bouncy one. Her clothes that her body registered as herself followed, gaining warmer colors, fully chasing the monochrome she was used to. She didn't finish the face as an horrifying realization wormed its way into her mind.

She glanced at her sibling and a shiver ran through her as she hurriedly went back to what she considered her original form.

The one she shared with her twin.

The whole thing happened fast and it left her reeling for a moment.

"You don't have to shift. It was enough, I won't snitch you didn't. Besides, this is not the first time I see you like that, isn't it?"

It wasn't, so Vary chose the vaguely itchy feeling of rudeness over the overwhelming distress of not matching anymore.

Jar wore a smile on her snout but didn't say anything more about that situation.

"Why are you here, Jeejee?"

"I was wondering where you went...?"

Vary huffed. They went to a lot of places to sleep and almost all of them were once found by the ever curious monster.

"Besides, why are you up still, Vary?" Jar dropped to her level and glanced at the glowing rocks. "It's way past your bedtime..."

Vary playfully pushed her, careful to not disturb the sleeping soul around her.

"We're not 5 anymore Jeejee! And, we never had a bedtime unlike you !"

"I guess so."

And after a minute.

"Shift is sleeping, however."

"He's still recovering."

The teen hovered closer, reaching for the sleeper forehead. Vary gritted her teeth, as tentative as it was, it wouldn't help.

"Did the meds help? Maybe I can pilfer up a spider donut if I get the right timing?"

The hand politely went away, just shy of their sleeping arrangement.

"No it helped, he should be fully good after this rest."

"If you say so."

They stayed in silence, the distant sound of waterfalls and the closer one of rain drops the only disturbances.

"Can I stay?"

"You never asked before?"

"Maybe I should have."

Jar stood up, brushing off some dirt off her dress, seemingly ready to leave.

"Stay."

"Ok."

The girl climbed the bank, struggling to curl up properly next to them.

Once set up, Vary wordlessly curled her tail around her, securing the pose.

As she slowly dozed off, she idly wondered if Jar would listen to her counting the stars tomorrow.

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday ✈️ Neeeooow Edition

Thanks for the tag @deedala @energievie @sam-loves-seb @mybrainismelted @sleepyfacetoughguy @guinguin1984

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Name: Michelle

Age: Old enough to know better

Location: My bed, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket

📍where are we going? I wanna say Cape Cod, but it’s -3 there right now, so fuck that. Australia it is! 🦘

📍whats the weather like there right now? 22•C (feels like 24), according to Google

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? Over-packer, though I have also been known to pack 12 bras but not bring any pants… though these days I keep very detailed lists and get Ruth to double check my packing multiple times!

📍are we taking a plane or a train? If you can find me a train, I’ll take it! Hahaha but no. Neeeooow all the way! ✈️

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? If we’re going to Australia it’s gonna be all of it. Loooong travel. I’m gonna watch so many movie and my butt is gonna go so numb!!

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure?

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? Fucking Dunkin’ Donuts. The last time I was in the states we stopped at a Dunkin for donuts and were informed that they didn’t have any donuts… like, wtf? And then we found out that they are phasing out selling donuts. Like, double wtf?!? So yeah, Starbucks all the way.

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? Always early. I’d rather spend an extra 3 hours in an airport McDonalds than be late for a plane. I get travel anxiety.

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? I like the aisle seat for the freedom to pee when I want, without annoying someone else! (This is gonna be everyone’s answer, isn’t it? haha)

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? Bit of both. I do like getting my money’s worth in beverages and free movies, so I try and watch and consume as many as possible. But sometimes my ears hurt from too much earbud wearing, so I switch to reading for a bit. Then back to movies!

📍what are you reading/watching? Generally all the movies I thought ‘oh, might go and see that’ in the cinema and never did. And then as we get closer to landing I will swap to a movie I know inside out, because it will inevitably cut off before I get to the end.

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? Wired. I don’t fuck with pods.

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? I can sleep pretty much anywhere, but I get overtired and twitchy anxious on planes, so I’m not the best airplane sleeper.

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? Salty snack 90% of the time. However I also like bringing my own selection of snacks, so I’m not held to the whims of the airplane company! lol

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? I actually don’t mind. I’ve gone straight from airports to restaurants, concerts, plays etc and it’s been fine. Make the most of the day you’ve got and all that. Depends on how much luggage I’ve got though.

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! A nice looooong sleep in a comfy bed!!!

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