#vacation resort

[thmadethis]

It's been in the teens and snowing almost all week here, so I'm up for visiting a sun-drenched tropical paradise soon 🏖️🌞🕶️

"Visit Isle Delfino" design available on my redbubble!

[moon-of-desire]

So I work at a resort and we have a vacation church.

The brother of the pastor is an EXACT copy of Bruno from Nude Tuesday I. KID. YOU. NOT

Posture, hair color, clothes, facial structure and THE MOUSTACHE

[andyzaffqueer]

Immortal Husbands: Vacation Time!

Pairing: Joe and Nicky from The Old Guard

Well, I know their special place is in Malta, but I thought what about if they go on vacation? Because they totally deserve it! Plus, it’s a romantic resort!

[mbrainspaz]

Not that I'm not having a great time wandering around and finding random nooks to lurk in, but hanging out at this resort would be a lot more fun if the only other people here weren't 400 high school tennis coaches. And I need to steal a staff shirt so the resort staff stop watching me with suspicion. Yes I'm allowed to be behind this bar. Just getting some water. We're all equals now.

[elisabeths-url]

♢ just recorded this: super modern vacation resort 

[onelastpatrol-archived]

Vacation Resort

@brokenspartan

The Covenant attack had come hard and fast, surprising many civilians. Corp. Barclay had been aboard the UNSC Texas when the Covenant had arrived in-system, and had found herself on a Pelican to the surface just ten minutes later, stuffing one last magazine for her BR55 into her armor. Fifty minutes after landing, her squad had split up and was attached to members of the Arcadian Patrol, all of them armed with M6A pistols. She herself was supporting ten men.

Two hours later, she was carrying the last member in a fireman carry, back to a forward aid station that had been set up near one of the evacuation ships. A few Hornets had flown overhead a few minutes earlier, and she could hear the sound of renewed battle in the direction the flow of civilians were coming from. She hoped it meant reinforcements -- the meager amount of marines and the brave but weak Arcadian Patrolmen wouldn’t be able to defend these evacuation ships alone. 

1303 HOURS (LOCAL TIME), FEBRUARY 9, 2531 (MILITARY CALENDAR) / PIRTH CITY / PLANET ARCADIA

She reached the station, setting the groaning man down on an empty litter. 

“Cun I git a fecking medic ovah heah? Oi’ve got a wounded John Darme, plusma burn to the left arm!”

[moon-of-desire]

One moment your washing dishes in the kitchen, and the next moment you are cruising on a golfcart across the resort to deliver a baby bed.