#routing and parking

[ankishgupta13]

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[mangapeach]

a road trip between "friends"

[apocalypsefairwelltour]

Oh the places you’ll go!

Petrified Forest National Park

ISO 100 f6.3 1/1000s

[p1nkgirly333]

route 66 + trailer park princess: the mentally ill girls american dream

[americaisdead]

flagstaff, ariz. may 2025

© tag christof

[popp1n]

GHOSTING THE GOVERNMENT

|masterpost| ao3

Chap 1: A Not-so-Ghostly Getaway

Pt 4

The faded green exit sign for the State Park loomed ahead, weathered decals indicating only a couple miles drive to a dusty salvation. Jazz, her hands slightly more relaxed and confident on the steering wheel, executed a smooth, almost imperceptible turn off the interstate. The car, though having seen better days, responded obediently, carrying its cargo of empty chip bags and discarded soda cans with hardly a rattle.

“About time,” Tucker grumbled from the passenger seat, stretching his arms over his head. “My eyes are starting to blur from all these interstate signs.”

In the back, Danny, who just hours before was a restless whirlwind of nervous anticipation, was slumped against the window, his usually vibrant blue-green eyes dull and darting nervously. His leg bounced a frantic, incessant rhythm against the floorboard. Sam, perched behind him, leaned forward, her usually calm demeanor tinged with a quiet excitement. “It’s perfect, though, isn’t it? Miles of open space. No one for miles. We can really… disappear. Or, well, we'll come one step closer."

Jazz spared a glance to the front passenger seat, catching Danny’s haunted, twitching reflection. “We need to make this car look like it’s been through a natural disaster. Something that screams ‘we just went off-roading for fun,’ not ‘we’re trying to lose a tail.’” She navigated the initial paved road, which quickly dissolved into a pockmarked gravel track, kicking up a thick plume of reddish dust. “The idea is to get it dirty enough to legitimately explain why the tracker might stop working after a car wash. We want to destroy the tracker, not the Corolla itself.”

“Operation: Dirtbag Corolla is a go,” Tucker announced, already eyeing the terrain. “I’m thinking a good deep rut to really cake the undercarriage, maybe some mud flung onto the windshield for that authentic ‘I was just driving through a prairie’ look. Something that says ‘adventurous teens on a detour, definitely not avoiding government surveillance.’”

Sam, however, was already in her element. As the car lumbered deeper into the park, the landscape shifted from forests to a majestic, eroded wonderland of sheer cliffs and splashing waterfalls. She leaned out the window, breathing deeply. “I can feel it, can’t you? The quiet. The sheer… ancientness of it all.” Her fingers trailed through the dust on the window frame. There was something about Sam; a natural empathy, a connection to the world around her that bordered on the mystical. Ever since Overgrowth hijacked her body several years ago now, she seemed to draw comfort from the raw, untamed earth.

They found a secluded campsite just a scant few hours before the sun began its dramatic ascent, painting the sky in lush pinks and purples to chase away the midnight blues. The Corolla, now a magnificent monument to vehicular abuse, was parked off to the side, caked in so much mud it looked like it had wrestled a badger. Tucker, with his meticulous eye for detail, had even managed to ensure that the dirt was strategically placed for maximum impact at the car wash, without risking any actual damage to the vehicle. He immediately set to work, pulling out a device to evaluate the tracker.

While Tucker was busy running diagnostics, and Sam was meticulously arranging rocks around their small campfire, Danny found himself drawn away from the familiar hum of their anxieties. He wandered a short distance from the flickering light, drawn by the deep indigo of the sky, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders hunched.

He lay flat on his back on a surprisingly soft patch of grass, the coolness seeping through his worn t-shirt. Above him, the velvet blackness of the night was slowly, gloriously, coming more into focus as he gazed upon it. First, faint pinpricks of light, then more, and more, until the entire dome of the sky was a glittering tapestry of stars, stretching from horizon to horizon. It wasn’t just stars; it was the Milky Way, a shimmering river of cosmic dust and light, starkly visible without the oppressive glow of city lights.

Danny had seen stars before, of course, but never like this. In Amity Park, they were a distant, filtered memory obfuscated by an increasing number of street lights. Here, they felt close enough to touch, an almost overwhelming presence. But even this couldn't entirely quell the frantic beat of his heart. The knot of fear in his stomach, tight and cold, loosened a smidge. The constant hum of suspicion, the whispers of “unidentified ecto-energy signatures” and “unexplained phenomena,” seemed to recede, dwarfed by the sheer immensity above, but the feeling of being watched, of being hunted, still prickled at the back of his neck.

He felt a soft thud beside him and turned his head to see Jazz settling down, mimicking his position. Her usually furrowed brow, a permanent fixture of her academic intensity, was smoother tonight, softened by the starlight.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Jazz murmured, her voice a hushed whisper, as if afraid to disturb the profound silence.

Danny nodded, unable to articulate the depth of his feelings, still feeling a tremor deep inside. “It’s… huge. And we’re… not.” He paused, searching for the right words, his gaze flitting nervously from star to star. “These past couple months, I felt like… like I was shrinking. Like the world was closing in. And then we started driving, and it was still closing in, but now… now it feels like it’s opening up… but what if it’s a trap?”

Jazz reached out, her fingers gently brushing his. “That’s the beauty of it, Danny. The universe doesn’t care about our petty squabbles, our human anxieties. It just is. And seeing that, it puts things into perspective.” She shifted slightly, propping herself up on an elbow, looking at him. “You’ve been carrying so much, little brother. Too much. But out here, under all this… it’s a reminder that there’s something bigger than all of us. And that means there’s something bigger than them, too. They’re just people, Danny. Even with all their resources, they’re still just people.”

He let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I thought… I thought we’d never feel free again. Not really free. It felt like they were closing in, like they were going to find me out, no matter what. Like it was only a matter of time.” He looked back up at the stars, a newfound clarity struggling to emerge in his gaze. “But looking at this… it’s like a promise. That we’re getting closer. Just like those stars are so far away, but you can still see them. And you know they’re real.”

Jazz’s eyes, usually so analytical, held a rare warmth. “We’re almost there, aren’t we, Danny?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Almost free.”

A sense of profound comfort, though still tinged with a persistent hum of anxiety, settled over him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since before his life had been turned upside down. The chill night air, the soft rustle of the long grass, the vast, comforting blanket of stars overhead – it all coalesced into a single, overwhelming sensation of fragile hope.

“Yeah, Jazz,” Danny said, a genuine smile finally touching his lips, though his leg still jiggled a nervous tremor. “We’re almost there.”

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[the-trailertrash-princess]

A rebel heart in a town built to break ‘em, she’s got a sinner’s soul but a saint’s reputation.

[williammarksommer]

Uranus Fudge

66 series 

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[ankishgupta13]

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[gamingforeternity]

tried to make an attempt on recreating Engine Room Puzzles the best I could due to an fanmade addon of his clothes textures from there being released

didn’t really know much about how to do it due to lacking good shots or specific stuff, but I still feel like this is really good either way when you put that aside

[apocalypsefairwelltour]

Petrified Forest National Park

ISO 200 f16 1/320

[wannabe-minion-of-chaos]

Don't mind me just

Smacks Gregory over the head with burnt out gifted kid syndrome™

[punkeropercyjackson]

'Subversive queer dynamics' but actually.Percy Jackson is a transfeminist character and best friends with and an older sister/mom to Nico di Angelo and Hazel Levesque who're both trans baby goths/punks and Miles Morales,Gwen Stacy,Hobie Brown and Margo Kess are a relathionship anarchy t4t4t4t4t polycule and Dick Grayson and Princess Koriand'r are butch4femme transfem4transfem and Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long are trans sisters and the Hexside Squad are all transfem except Gus Porter who's transmasc and a club kid.Subversive queerness means queer people that usually aren't represented,not 'diverse abuse flavors' cake pop😚

[optichocolate]

So umm, I made a thing

[americaisdead]

alco. closed 2014 holbrook, ariz. february 2024

© tag christof