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vintagecamping · 11 hours
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Jump for joy in Beartooth Pass
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utwo · 3 months
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Tongariro National Park New Zealand
© Harry Pope
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daily--cats · 1 year
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This is me during long road trips ♡│Credit to @pippitheboss on Instagram
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atomic-chronoscaph · 9 months
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General Motors 1973 Motorhome
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transxfiles · 10 months
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if your go-to thing isn't up here im sorry thats just how road trip stops are sometimes. it sucks but you make do.
make sure to take your bathroom break now before we're back on the road for another 6 hours <3
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halfpintpeach · 1 year
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Little Andreil thoughts for the day:
Andrew and Neil choosing to drive to and from away games rather then travel with the team (they can avoid flying that way) and it's stupid cute road trips with the two of them. Andrew with his hand on Neil's thigh as he drives and Neil runs the radio. He's not the best at it but Andrew has playlists made so Neil picks from those anyway. 2am stops at McDonalds and siting in the parking lot on the curb eating chicken nuggets and sharing dipping sauce packets. Andrew has a stipulation that they get McDonalds At least once on every road trip they take and Neil indulges too. Andrew with a chocolate shake and Neil probably gets power aid. Pulling up to the hotel or their apartment settled and calm after their drive and ready to play or relax at home.
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deancaspinefest · 1 month
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following the light
Author: LoversAntiquities | Artist: jollyrolls
Posting on Thursday March 14
Almost a year to the day, and Castiel is still sick. After months of blackouts and near misses, Dean has managed to find a way to quell the spells and drag Castiel back from the proverbial abyss. However, when Castiel progressively gets worse and Dean's voice is no longer enough to keep him conscious, Dean sets out to find every faith healer in the country, in the hopes that one of them might shed light on what's happening, and how to prevent it. Only, Dean and Castiel find out more than they bargained for—and that the solution, apparently, has been right under their noses the whole time.
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
He takes the right, barely tapping the brakes. At the first clear patch of shoulder, Dean pulls off and slams the truck into park, shuttering the engine. He kicks the door open, rounds the engine—yanks the passenger handle so hard that he fears it might break. Hands to Castiel’s biceps, Dean helps him out of the seat and into the grass, just before Castiel turns to dead weight in his arms. Keeping him upright is a feat—getting him backed up against the side panel is a miracle.
“Hey, hey,” Dean rasps. He pats Castiel’s cheek, searching for Castiel’s eyes in the dark. “Hey, look at me, okay? Touch me, hey—” He takes Castiel by the wrist and maneuvers him, forcing Castiel to touch the warm cotton of his T-shirt. Limp, Castiel holds on. “Hey, I—I know you’re in there. You’re always in there, alright? Just hold on to me.”
Castiel’s head lists forward; Dean presses him into the quarter panel with all of his strength. “When we were,” Dean begins, a little too brittle, a little too rough. “When me and Sam were teenagers, we went to this… this canyon in Georgia. Dad said it was the Grand Canyon, but we weren’t even in the right part of the country, but we—we didn’t wanna fight him on it, ‘cause he actually took us somewhere, y’know?” He smiles, fighting back the tremble in his fingers, the ache in his heart. “All the runoff from the farms gouged out a canyon in the middle of nowhere, and it was just so…”
He stops to look down at his tennis shoes, so worn that he can almost see his toe poking through. “Sam thought it was the greatest thing ever. I—Shit, I barely remember it, but every once in a while, he’ll still talk about it, like the week before we weren’t chasing a ghoul across the entire fucking state. But I remember looking at it, and I thought…” He tightens his grip. “For once, I felt calm. Like I was… small, and like my problems didn't matter. Picture it.” He sucks in air, slow, like it might spur Castiel into breathing. “Water cutting through the clay. The green of the trees growing around the tops of the canyon walls. A river. Babbling brooks.”
Dean shakes his head, fighting a laugh. “You hear the water?”
Silence—then, a breath, and the weight piled on Dean’s shoulders threatens to bury him in the grass. Castiel blinks, his mouth forming around a word Dean can’t hear. “Hey, hey,” Dean hushes. He clasps both sides of Castiel’s neck, thumbs pressed to his Adam’s apple as he swallows. “Hey, you with me?”
“It’s loam,” Castiel croaks, and Dean lifts a brow. “Most of the soil in southern Georgia is composed of sand and clay—”
“Okay, not what I’m concerned about.” He swallows around the knot in his throat. “Seriously, you wanna give me a geology lesson, any other time. Now, are you good?”
(continue reading on Ao3 on )
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companionjones · 1 year
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Road Trips (Back and Forth)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Fandom: The Walking Dead (AMC)
Summary: After four long months, Daryl is finally back in your life.
Warnings: Smut with some plot at the end, Cursing
This is an AU story.
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    You woke to the sound of water running. Most people would assume they had an intruder, but you knew it could only be one person. Jumping out of bed, you rushed into your bathroom and shower fully clothed.
    “Daryl--!” you cut yourself off by crashing your lips upon his. It had been four months since you’d last seen him.
    Dixon was lucky enough to practically catch you in his arms before the both of you could go toppling over.
    You had a second to breathe in his scent before Daryl pulled you from him. “I was trying to wash myself of all this dirt and grime before I said ‘hello’ to you,” he stated.
    Shaking your head, you testified, “You should always say hello to me first.” You tugged him downward so you could connect your lips again.
    Daryl let the kiss go on. “God, I missed the taste of ya’.” He moved you so you were pressed against the shower wall. He was squeezing your breasts over your shirt before removing the piece of clothing from the equation entirely, and throwing it over the top of the shower.
    You cried out as Daryl roughly pinched your nipples, but Daryl just swallowed the sound. He roughly pulled down the shorts you’d been wearing, and you stepped out of them as soon as they hit the floor. Daryl threw them in the same direction as your shirt.
    “Oh God, Daryl, please!” you begged breathlessly as you parted from his lips.
    Daryl Dixon was never one to waste time. “You don’t have to ask me twice, baby.”
    You gasped as Daryl picked you up and you circled your legs around him, and you shouted his name as Daryl swiftly entered you.
    “That’s it, babygirl. You always take-me-so-well!” Daryl stated as he started thrusting in and out of you.
    “D-a-r-y-l-!” you sounded out Dixon’s name in harmony with the sound of skin slapping throughout your bathroom. You were holding onto him for dear life.
    “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, you’re so good for me. That’s my good-little-girl!”
    “Fuck yes! D-daddy, please! Oh, oh God, you feel so good!”
    “Feel good too, princess. Hold on just a little longer. A little longer for Daddy.”
    Your fingers were making marks on his back. “Oh, please, please, please! D-Daryl!” You screamed when you felt his warm semen release inside of you. You felt your eyes almost pop out of your head as your mouth hung open and you came with him.
    As you calmed down, you felt Daryl petting the back of your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “That’s my girl...Did such a good job...Made me cum so hard I nearly fell over.”
    You giggled at that last one.
    “There’s my girl.” He kissed your cheek. “Think we can finish up in here?”
    You chuckled, “That’s if I can stand, Dixon.”
    He smiled at that.
    Yes, you were able to stand (barely), and in no time at all, you had helped Daryl finish his shower, and the two of you were wrapped up in each other’s arms in your bed.
    “How is everyone?” you wondered.
    Daryl went on to tell you that his motorcycle shop he owned a few states away with his best friend Rick Grimes was profiting well. Rick’s wife Michonne had just opened a self-defence dojo for women, and that was going great. Michonne and Rick’s kids: Carl, Judith and RJ were growing into very good people as well. Daryl’s other married friends, Maggie and Glenn, owned a private practice that, Daryl reported, had “just donated an ass-load” of money to charity; and their child, Hershel, had just developed his first crush.
    You had met all of those people the couple of times Daryl had brought you on a road trip to his home, and you all got along famously. You cared very much what was happening in their lives, as you knew they did your life as well.
    Speaking of your life, you were finishing up your college degree. That was cute because you were just starting college when you and Daryl had met while he had been on one of his many road trips. That was cute because since then, none of Daryl’s road trips didn’t involve you.
    “You know,” you began once Daryl was done relaying his friends’ current adventures, “I’m almost done school...I was thinking...once I’m done...I could come back with you?”
    Daryl nodded. “Another trip? Of course. Just tell me when.”
    You shook your head. “Not another trip like the other ones. I’m talking...more permanent...?”
    “You want to come live with me? He said it like he was still unsure if that was what you meant.
    “I do,” you whispered. “I figured it makes sense ‘cuz all your friends are there--” You were cut off when Daryl pulled you into a loving kiss.
    “I love you so much!” he exclaimed, “Of course you should move in with me! I mean, I keep the place pretty crummy, but that was before I knew you were coming. I’ll hire some lady to clean it...what’re you laughin’ at?” Daryl asked with a smile on his face.
    “You. I’m laughing at you,” you happily admitted before rolling on top of him and continuing the kiss.
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 months
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I'm about to give up on this, so I'm hoping you can help? I'm looking for a sterek fic where it's some type of dystopian world and they don't know each other but meet up and Derek helps Stiles get home. I only remember a scene where they are ambushed at a grocery store/gas station and Stiles hits a guy over the head with his bat. It was really good!
Hi anon! @genni5 and @midnightwinterhawk says it's this one.
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Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile by DevilDoll
(4/4 I 39,275 I Explicit I Sterek)
"Stiles shouldn't accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores." In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.
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hymnsandhearses · 9 months
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I hope I am not just your mutual, but also someone you would let crash on your couch during a cross-country road trip.
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tatersgonnatate · 2 years
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This summer's hottest destination
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vintagecamping · 12 hours
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Hiking a knife edge on Mount Katahdin.
Maine
1984
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utwo · 3 months
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Colorado Roadtrip
© Forrest J Funk
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everyhtingslove · 2 years
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sanddollarpoems · 5 months
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Sometimes, the road is unexpected.
You may have charted a path,
and that path may close to you.
You may reach a destination,
and realize it's not where you want to be.
Just remember the world is round,
there are ways in all directions.
Open your arms to the wind,
and let the unexpected in.
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viking-raider · 2 months
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Ty to Nonnie for this poll question and the suggestion of two of the guys at once. enjoy hehe!!
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