#he'll freak

[mareshmallow]

“Mare could tell they were both relived to be reunited with their daughter once more. She was excited to see her little niece again who was turning out to be not so little anymore. Clara was seven years old now and her tongue and mind only grew sharper with each year. Mare wondered what fights between her and her mother might look like and grimaced at the thought afterwards.”

A little snippet of the upcoming road trip fanfic  that I’m so excited to be writing!! I’ve had the idea stuck in my head for so long and planning one out is harder then you think considering my lack of U.S geography is limited. Thank god for google though.

I wasn’t planning to add Clara, but I knew Regina would appreciate some of the Farley family and Clara so here we go :)

Note: Please be patient with my uploads because I do plan on finishing this and my Beauty and The Beast AU!! This week and the next might be busy because my uncle just got his visa so he’s coming to visit us after 19 years I think??

Thank you so much!

xoxo gossip girl 

-chelsea

[dontmakemehuntyoudown]

5

Send me a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:

5. Guilty pleasures

[Speeding is definitely on there. She used to be a racer before the war, and while she’s matured from her punk ways since the war started, it still feels good to speed along an open stretch of road. 

Another one, which is highly embarrassing to her, should anyone catch her, is singing to herself when she thinks she’s alone, or in the washracks. It’s not that she’s bad at singing, because she’s not, it’s just embarrassing to be caught. She has a reputation to uphold, you know!]

[unweptbuffalo]

My boyfriend almost elbowed me in the face while asleep. This sharing a bed is dangerous.

[halforcsmash]

Is Kade bein' an ass again? 

[blindguardianofthewoods]

๑ [from Life]

Seth felt around the warm and fluffy but not right fluffy thing the other had handed him. It was shaped somewhat like a fox. It didn't smell like a fox. It didn't breath, nor did it have a heart beat. It didn't move and the fur felt clumped and unclean. Like it hadn't been brushed in a long time. He finally looked up toward life. "What is it?"