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Another post-adventure cuddle puddle 🐶💖
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Sanctuary (TV)
Relationship: Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla
Characters: Helen Magnus, Nikola Tesla
Additional Tags: Post-Series, Established Relationship
Summary: After a mission almost going bad, Nikola and Helen rest in the only place available to them.
Author’s Notes: Yes, this is my one bed fic, but no-where near what usually happens in the trope (so I might take another go at that some other time). This is the other prompt @viennainspringtime asked for from the Cuddle Prompts. Hope you like it lovely. :)
And a massive thank you to @rinari7 for asking, ‘What?’ whenever I got too convoluted. Thank you darling. :D
modern moodboards: molly weasley (née prewett)
some post-adventure complaining
I like to post quotes at the beginning of these, because it makes me feel better to know that other people get out of this shit alive.
What’s hard is never really belonging anywhere. The post-adventure phase is so lonely sometimes, and lasts longer than the journey itself. Do I do too much adventuring? Is it unhealthy to never stop and smell the roses? I like the smell of coffee and early mornings better.
Sometimes I don’t feel like the Spanish will ever quite understand the impression they stamped into me, and it drives me insane to watch them carry on without me. I chose to be a forever nomad, and this has been the third September watching my españoles prepare for the new school year without me.
And then the worst is talking to the other kings and queens who have conquered travel and the goodbyes associated, the ones who have a whole universe that is just waiting for them to come home. An exciting universe, equivalent in its own way to the European adventures.
For many, change is good for a short time, but what about us who get addicted to the lack of schedule? I miss the metros and how they whisked me to the other side of a city bigger than my dreams and tossed me into a whirlwind of mixed-up plans.
More Robert Frost, perhaps? “A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”
So maybe, one day, we will find a way to realize that the most exciting part of life is turning the page. Maybe I would rather be a tornado waiting for the sky to clear than live in mediocrity. Maybe I’d rather have say goodbye than never have met these people. Get in trouble than stay safe.
I began working in the study abroad office today, and let me tell ya, the “travel bug” is going around in there. I am so excited to work with other kids who are just beginning to dream of their first tastes of adventure, but I am also so incredibly jealous of the world they are about to create. There is nothing like arriving at your first 2000-year-old cathedral, or seeing the ocean from the other side of “the pond” and letting the sounds of a foreign language carry your breath away. It never quite returns that breath.
Holi shit