#glastonbury grove

[jiminysjournal]

Ukraine 2021:

Spain 2024:

[notmuchtoconceal]

holy fuck was that first kingsman sequel nasty.

accurate af, just fuckin nasty.

that whole thing about rounding up all the drug addicts and putting them in amazon state prison quarantine camps and the president's secretary rightfully points out that the norms of american culture have shifted as such that most modern people need some kind of chemical assistance to keep up the pace, like... oh my god.

there are actually horny dumbasses reading this right now that think steroids give you balls instead of shrink em. amazing. you need the needle to counteract all the estrogens in the plastic and the water supply. sap your manhood out and sell it back. think about how hard you were cucked every time you pin, bitch boys. natty supremacy is psychic supremacy. get discipline, learn values. figure out what it means to be a fuckin man.

yeah so, hey -- president's secretary rightfully reminds us -- if you round up all the drug addicts and put them in a Cabin-in-the-Woods-type massive Amazon Storage Locker so they can all die alone, what's gonna happen to your free exploitable labor reserve, huh?

Even secretary was a pill popper. It's like white women love getting hall passes to their drug dealer and that's what a prescription is. Gosh, don't you just love it when you can be naughty and it's state-sanctioned?

then there's the rest of the movie.

the fact that channing tatum is featured prominently in advertisements as an american cowboy agent, but then he's in the movie five seconds before he's quaranteened, and like... elton john is a cameo but he has an extended fight sequence in the climax, and then like....

cowboy pedro pascal is fed into a meat grinder in the retro 50's diner owned by the world's most baked julianne moore, holy fuck.

this sounds like something i'd get high and write as a joke, but it was real and in theaters and i didn't imagine it in some collective psychosis.

fucking amazing.

somehow i feel like this is my fault, but how can that be?

I NEED TO ROUND UP MORE CHAV AND SCALLY LADS AND BRAINWASH THEM INTO PROPER GENTLEMANLY KNIGHTS.

[olipeaksforever]

Pocketful of Rainbows

Summary: Summer in Twin Peaks makes Harry rise with the sun, and Dale to let himself be loved.

Pairing: Harry Truman/Dale Cooper.

Words: 486.

Notes: AT LAST. I WROTE A FIC(LET). Also coop is a pudgy trans man here :) love you forever pudgy coop...

For the first time in years, Harry woke up to the sun, grunting as the rays fell across his eyes. He rolled back to his side of the bed, yawning as he sat up and scratched the top of his head.

He rubbed his eyes roughly with the palms of his hand and blinked. After scanning his room, he remembered the noise that lulled him to sleep the night before-Dale's soft snoring. Harry looked down, taking in every detail in his boyfriend's sleeping pose. His long, dark eyelashes rested on his cheeks, his jet hair was in disarray and his freckled shoulder was bare, the sheets barely covering his shoulder. 

Harry was so grateful for Dale. For his existence, for his strength, for so many things. But his endurance, most of all. 

He'd almost lost him months ago at Glastonbury Grove, not only when he'd vanished for two days, but when he'd come back and was spilling blood all over his torso, even his head. He revived after the worst two minutes of Harry's life, and Harry was determined to help Dale become him again. It was the way Dale moved and watched him that motivated Harry to help him. And Dale got better because of him, too. The color returned to his face and he could hear that adorable laugh back. If only Dale didn't make him remind her so much of her...

“Harry... I'm afraid your thoughts have thoughts and have grown too loud.” Dale mumbled under the covers, bringing Harry back to reality immediately. Harry blinked and lay down next to his boyfriend.

“Well, sorry Coop. I can't help it.” Harry confessed, Dale chuckled softly. 

“It's okay, Harry. It wasn't a hostile reading towards your persona, just a comment.” Dale pointed out, yawning and rolling to meet Harry's eyes, smiling softly. 

Harry smiled, and kissed the corners of Dale’s mouth, making him giggle. Harry pressed a hand on the soft pudge that had surfaced on Dale’s stomach a couple of weeks ago, as Dale gasped softly. 

“Hey.” Dale whispered, smiling bashfully and looking away. “What do you think you’re doing, cowboy?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck.

“Didn’t mean to touch ya there, Coop. Unless you wanted me to slip and crash over you…” Harry explained, as Dale laughed and closed his eyes, blushing.

“At least you would’ve had a soft surface to rest on.” Dale pointed out, giggling. The giggling continued as Harry started to pepper kisses all over Dale’s face and neck, then leaning down to Dale’s stomach. “Ah! Harry! Stop!”

Harry raised his head immediately, as Dale blinked and sighed. “I didn’t want to kick you.” Dale mumbled, smiling. 

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled, kissing Dale on the lips and hugging him. “As if you don’t kick me out of bed when we sleep.” Harry pointed out, Dale nodded.

“Fair. I guess we’re even now.” Dale smiled, as he kissed Harry back.

[velvet-cupcake-games]

A Winter Solstice Story

Happy Solstice!

The four main holidays in Avalon are the summer and winter solstices and the spring and fall equinoxes. Each one celebrates a different aspect of Avalon life or history, and is mixed in with distinctly human takes on the fae.

Below the cut is a segment of one of the lore stories that will appear in the Made Marion Mega-Guide. It is set on the winter solstice two years before the game begins, when Marion was 18 and running her father's holding on her own. The segment begins as Marion is hosting Glastonbury's solstice gathering for the nobility, having failed to find a partner with whom to spend the Longest Night.

When designing the commoners' winter solstice festival, I was inspired by European folk festivals in which participants don elaborate costumes, mimicking supernatural beings. Enjoy!

Photo by Alistair MacRobert on Unsplash

Everyone knew that the commoners had a much more interesting method of celebrating the Winter Solstice.I wouldn't be the only young noble to sneak out and join their festivities - in fact, I suspected that was why the Hold's attendees were largely older and married. Still, this was my first time taking the chance. My restless loneliness and Lady Katherine's rejection had pushed me toward the choice.

When our final guests departed at dusk, I rushed upstairs to my parents' rooms. I packed the costume I'd found in my mother's closet into a backpack and headed out on our property with the excuse that I wanted to spend some time with my greatstag, Cróga. Instead, I changed into the costume in a small outbuilding before summoning Cróga to take me into the woods on the edge of town. The moon was rising bright, and I had no trouble finding my way along the well-worn path.

I looked down at my green-clad arms, admiring the craftwork. My costume was lovely and wild, an elegant take on a greenling fae. Silken leaves had been sewn everywhere, entwined with needlework vines and felted flowers. I topped it off with a matching mask, as I certainly did not wish to be recognised.

I wasn't terribly surprised that my mother had a greenling costume in her closet. Sneaking off to the commoners' Winter Solstice festival was just the sort of thing she would do. But did she participate in the Wild Hunt? I couldn't see my father joining her in such shenanigans, and I'd thought their marriage had been a love match. But then again, she'd left him for another. Left us.

Cróga snorted and slowed, sensing my negative thoughts. I forced myself to calm down and send reassuring feelings through our emotive link. Forget my mother. Unlike her, I had no marital or emotional entanglements. I could participate in the Wild Hunt free of guilt.

I dismounted and dismissed Cróga in a glade just outside the bounds of the woodland celebration, snuggling my thick cloak around me. It may have been the first true day of winter, but it had been quite cold already. My boots crunched as they sunk into the icy crust, and the tree boughs were heavy with snow.

Glittering torchlight shone through the trees, lighting my way to the festival. A short walk later, I had anonymously joined the crowd, just one young person among the many dressed as either greenling or wildling fae.

I strolled amongst the boisterous company, a mug of warm mead in-hand, noticing that I drew some curious looks. Even with my costume covered by my cloak,my clothing was more elaborate and of higher quality than most of the others. Still, folk greeted me cheerfully and respected my anonymity.

Soon, the call to assemble for the Wild Hunt came. A crowd of costumed young people gathered in a marked-off grove. About half wore costumes replete with leaves and sticks, representing greenling fae, and the other half wore furs and bones, representing wildling fae. Most participants were couples who had decided ahead of time who would be the greenling and who the wildling. It was a fun debate, deciding who walked closer to the light and would play the greenling or who walked more in shadow, playing the wildling. Couples were not meant to see each others' costumes ahead of time, and the wildling's challenge was to "capture" the correct greenling in their bough so that they could spend the Longest Night together.

Some participants, like me, had no partner arranged. They hoped to meet a compatible partner in the Hunt. I shivered, both from the cold and the anticipation. Soon I would toss aside my cloak and become "prey," though both parties had to agree to spend the night together once the greenling had been captured. Still, it was a risk. I had to bet on being captured by a fellow noble or, if I took a chance with a commoner, they could not know my true identity. It would be the scandal to end all scandals in Glastonbury.

Master Humphrey the Blacksmith, dressed as the King of the Wild Hunt, stood upon a wooden platform and blew his hunting horn once, signaling the beginning of the Hunt. All of us dressed as greenlings threw off our cloaks and bolted into the woods. Some tried harder than others to hide. I decided that if I was going to play this game, I might as well do it right, so I crouched behind a strand of snow-covered bushes. They also served to keep me a bit warm, blocking the wind.

Several minutes later, the horn was blown twice, and we heard the stomping sounds of the wildlings running into the woods. I was quickly flushed from my hiding place by a tall man wearing an intimidating deer skull helmet, but once he saw me running, he merely smirked and turned away. I was not the prey he sought.

I jogged behind a tree, and in front of me, I saw a tall woman dressed as a greenling gently captured by another woman dressed in fox fur.

"Do ye seek a particular prey, Wildling?" The greenling asked the ritual question.

"Yea, and it be ye, my love," I knew the wildling's voice well. Katherine had captured her lover, and they giggled as she snaked her arm around the other woman's waist and lifted her fox mask to kiss her lover.

I sighed softly. It was, indeed, lovely to see Katherine so happy. She'd been miserable under her father's thumb. And yet, I…

My thoughts scattered as a green bough flitted downward past my eyes, tightening around my torso. I'd been so distracted by Katherine that I'd been captured! I attempted to turn and get a look at my captor, but a strong hand gripped one shoulder, holding me in place. My pulse raced and my breath sent rapid puffs of fog into the air.

"Do ye seek a particular prey, Wildling?" I asked, my voice coming out strangely thin.

"I do," a low, half-whisper was voiced some distance above my head. Not the traditional response, though it told me that my captor was a man. But not a man for me, judging by his answer.

"Then I fear I am not the prey ye seek," I answered, trying to spin away to freedom. The hand on my shoulder merely squeezed harder. I felt his other hand against the small of my back tightening around the ends of the garland that held me fast. How could mere greenery be so strong?

My captor shifted, and I felt his breath ghost against the back of my neck. The slightest amount of fear crept up my spine, but a strange thrill overrode it. Noone had ever dared to treat me in this manner, but I wasn't in any grave danger with so many others around us. I only had to shout for assistance if need be. And yet, I did not feel the need. Not yet.

"Let me go, good hunter," I willed more steel into my voice. "I am not the prey you seek."

"But you are the prey I seek, Lady Marion," he spoke softly, for my ears alone. I sucked in a breath in shock. I knew that voice.

[chiefofboatwatsonstittymug]

D'you think Margaret's log comes off something like the Horrible Flesh Tree in The Return, one of the trees around Glastonbury Grove or if it's just a weird log off a regular tree?

[whatsonmedia]

Music Monday 5 New Releases: This Week's Must-Listen Tracks

This week brings a fresh wave of music from both established and upcoming artists. We've got dance-worthy tracks, heart-wrenching ballads, and even a touch of Halloween spirit. Let's dive into what you should be listening to this week. LLOREN captures the raw, transformative energy of chasing dreams in the heart of LA with new single! Lloren has definitely set something of a scene here, and it's not one that requires visuals, just your ears. Last Star gradually builds itself up layer by layer before finally giving it the all. A great song, already looking forward to the video  Listen - Last Star in LA https://open.spotify.com/track/6py2lyAW3CFq1CIbfY4tEX?si=26883202c5db453e Live out all that you are with Veronica D'Souza's interpretive dance video for "Peaches In My Halo" Whilst I wouldn't go as to say that it oozes originality what I will say is that it makes great reference to the Tarantino classic Kill Bill and works by Kate Bush. I will say that it's outside the box thinking which I enjoy  Watch - Peaches In My Halo  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6vnNDiS8yE Phil Mac serves up a menacing new Halloween hip-hop banger, 'Shiftin'! Certainly, something of an after dark feel to it and Phil just tells it like is and doesn't do the softly softly touch which I like. Now I don't mind strong language in music provided it's not for the sake of it but rather as an expressive release. Decent tune Listen - Shiftin https://open.spotify.com/track/3m34ZTeBAkUehlLB8F4Cqf?si=495e3e5c99654756 Beans on Toast - Releases New Single: "Why?"  Beans on Toast basically asks the question which occasionally we ask ourselves if we've nothing else going on; why are we here, what was here before us and what life actually means (probably not 42 if you're a Hitchhiker fan). A nice little comical song with some entertainment to it New Album 'Wild Goose Chasers' Coming 1 Dec STREAM ON ALL SERVICES HERE 'WILD GOOSE CHASERS' OUT 1 DECEMBER, VIA BOT MUSIC PRE-SAVE 'WILD GOOSE CHASERS' TOUR 2024/25 2024 Special guests Dillon Warmek and Sorrel Nation in support. - 13/11 STOKE ON TRENT Sugarmill - 14/11 WREXHAM The Rockin' Chair - 15/11 BIRKENHEAD Future Yard - 16/11 PONTEFRACT Northern Social - 17/11 HALIFAX The Grayston Unity (SOLD OUT) - 19/11 YORK The Crescent - 20/11 WHITBY Whitby Brewery (SOLD OUT) - 21/11 HARTLEPOOL The Studio - 22/11 STIRLING Tolbooth - 23/11 DUMFRIES The Venue - 24/11 BOLTON The Ramp - 26/11 SCUNTHORPE Café Indie - 27/11 NORWICH Norwich Arts Centre - 28/11 CHELMSFORD Hotbox (SOLD OUT) ** 01/12 MARGATE Olby's - LAUNCH SHOW ** - 03/12 ALDERSHOT West End Centre - 04/12 ST ALBANS The Horn - 05/12 MILTON KEYNES MK11 - 06/12 SHREWSBURY Albert's Shed - 07/12 LICHFIELD Lichfield Guildhall - 08/12 LEICESTER International Arts Centre - 10/12 TOTNES The Barrel House Ballroom - 11/12 FALMOUTH The Cornish Bank - 12/12 BARNSTAPLE JCT27 - 13/12 GLASTONBURY The King Arthur - 14/12 SHOREHAM Ropetackle 2025 - 12/3 LIVERPOOL The Cavern Club - 13/3 MANCHESTER Band on the Wall - 14/3 KENDAL Brewery Arts - 15/3 NEWCASTLE The Grove - 16/3 EDINBURGH The Voodoo Rooms - 18/3 SHEFFIELD The Leadmill - 19/3 NOTTINGHAM Rescue Rooms  - 20/3 LEEDS Brudenell Social Club - 21/3 CARDIFF Clwb Ifor Bach - 22/3 BRISTOL Bristol Beacon - 23/3 PLYMOUTH The Junction - 25/3 SOUTHAMPTON The Joiners  - 26/3 BIRMINGHAM Castle & Falcon - 27/3 COLCHESTER Colchester Arts Centre - 28/3 CAMBRIDGE The Junction - 29/3 LONDON The Dome JOHNNY LLOYD - new single "If You Love Them..."  and solo Punchline  I've said it before and I'll say it again, though they're full of emotions like sadness songs about heart break are just incredible as they're honest the artist wears their heart on their sleeve. Johnny reminisces about lost love in this strong acoustic number  STREAM HERE 'PUNCHLINE' OUT 31 JANUARY 2025, VIA XTRA MILE RECORDINGS PRE-ORDER HERE For more updates on letest music visit here LLOREN captures the raw, transformative energy of chasing dreams in the heart of LA with new single! Live out all that you are with Veronica D'Souza's interpretive dance video for "Peaches In My Halo" Phil Mac serves up a menacing new Halloween hip-hop banger, 'Shiftin'! Beans on Toast - Releases New Single: "Why?"  2024 2025 JOHNNY LLOYD - new single "If You Love Them..."  and solo Punchline  Read the full article

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Twin Peaks S3E18, Glastonbury Grove

[renmorris]

hi!!! do u have a pic/link of the card that says albert graduated young from yale? super curious, ty in advance :)

It’s on Glastonbury Grove net, under star cards

[linseedling]

Under the Sycamore Trees

[billy-art-stuff]

twin peaks: the return - david lynch (2017)

[mobiusbelmont]

Sycamore Grove

commission by Giovanna Ferrari Art

[inthedarktrees]

“The Path to the Black Lodge” | Twin Peaks

[unsavory]

Edward Steichen, Moonrise, 1904 // Twin Peaks, "Beyond Life and Death,” 1991

[weirdbynorthwest]

The Dark Presence

[ursabea93]

[shihlun]

David Lynch

- Twin Peaks, S2E20 S3E18

(1991, 2017)