#wbstart.

[tanakafm]

Fuck straws. Yeah, there was the whole thing with the environment, but more importantly they fucked Christian over when he drew the short straw to decide who had the night shift driving the van. He was no early bird, but at this hour even Christian felt the drowsiness settling in, and his eyelids started to droop as he drove. Would anyone notice if he started blasting music to stay awake?

[adclaide]

          ‘ biking, boating, camping, canopy challenge course ... damn, this list goes on forever. ’ adelaide’s legs have been asleep for what feels like about an hour now, but it feels like a meaningless detail compared with the excitement she feels at reaching their first stop soon. blessed with the ability to read without getting motion sick, she reads off the activities the park offers as they grow closer. some, like the rock climbing and canopy challenge course, feel way too intimidating for her, but she knows some of the others can’t wait to put themselves in harm’s way right off the bat. it’s a good thing she has a first aid kit, considering the amount of chaotic energy in the van. barely containing her excitement, addie turns to a nearby face and holds up her phone, where the activities are listed. ‘ what are you most excited for ? i think i’d be down for some hiking, once we’ve set up and all. ’

[eli-yahhh]

This mud mask was highly effective, thank you skincare gods.

[spenceco]

( * / @adclaide ! ) sweaty palms? check. increased breathing? check. knots in his stomach and tightness in his chest? double check. all the symptoms of his anxiety were in full swing as spencer tried to hide the fact that just the sight of the willis tower made him physically ill. a flashing sign above him boasted that the ledge was 1353 feet and 103 stories up, which effectively drained the blood from his face. he smiled nervously at addie, who wasn’t even paying attention to him as she glanced around at all the sights and people. he would never share his fear of heights with anyone, especially not her. she would either tease him about it until the end of time, effectively sharing the news with the rest of the gang, or she would think he was a chicken shit. he wasn’t sure which was worse. all he knew was that in this moment, adelaide’s eyes were sparkling with wonder and excitement — there was no way he was ruining this for her. so he acted normal, stood in line next to her, and regrettably purchased two entry tickets for the infamous sky deck.

[sofialuu]

with her hand secured on the lilac portable dog crate, sofia slowly set it down on the campside grounds, zipping it open instantly. the girl was definitely not surprised to see her 3 year-old pomeranian, laila -- practically leaping straight into her arms. “laila!!” she laughed before snatching a bone-shaped dog treat and holding it above the dog. “sit..” sofia commanded the dog, who had followed her demand in almost no time. “aww, you’re such a good girl!!” sofia grinned, ruffling her hands in laila's fur coat while her eyes beamed up with joy in the process. before sofia could even give the second command, laila had rushed past her and towards the figure standing on their right. following a soft huff, sofia ran after the pomeranian -- picking her up by the figures feet. “uh-- sorry... she loves meeting new people.” 

[callieftw]

changing into a black bikini, the girl was ready to go for a swim. it felt super cramped in the van and was thankful they were finally stopping somewhere. otherwise, she would have demanded they stop for at least five minutes to get fresh air. inhaling deeply, she stretched her arms upward before turning to the group with a cheerful smile. “So, who wants to join me to go swimming?” of course, that was the first thing that came to mind instead of setting up a tent or fixing her items. she didn’t mind going by herself either, but figured having company was a lot better than going alone.

[ameliearquette-blog]

“Listen, I’m not gonna fuck around.” Slouched at the AirBnB table, brown eyes shielded by dark sunglasses, she turns a lazy gaze on her breakfast companion. “I’m not feeling a shit ton of activity today.” Sniffing, and with a single, dismissive wave of her hand, she dares the other to disagree. The weight of the previous night pins her to the chair, dark curls swept back in a messy bun and kept in place with a knotted handkerchief. Nestled in an old sweatshirt — her high school boyfriend’s, maybe, or her dad’s, — she can pretend she feels comfortable, soothed by the familiar fabric, but really her head pounds and her patience frays. She has to wait for a yawn to pass before she can share the definitive schedule she’s created on the spot. “I want a big brunch with mimosas. And then the art museum. Then a nap. Then more drinks. That’s the plan.” 

[tanakafm]

“What...is it?” Christian asked, eyeing the structure with furrowed, confused brows. He didn’t know what to make of it, but he was already game for a little exploration.