#graves glen

[acotars]

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Gwen had no doubt that whoever he was, his ancestors had absolutely once stared down the business end of guillotine. You don't get cheekbones like that without oppressing some peasants.

THE KISS CURSE by Erin Sterling ★★★★

[thesilicontribesman]

Kilmartin Medieval Grave Slabs, Kilmartin Glen, Argyll, Scotland

[eurydia]

Glen McCready as Zevlor, reading Lord Byron's "She Walks in Beauty" and begging for a kiss.

[Full Cameo] Transcript below

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

Now, before my courage ups and flees, I beg you: kiss me.

[luckyshinyhunter]

Happy Valentine's Day guys, what are your favorite ships?💖🥰❤️

[stairnaheireann]

Queen Scotia

Scota appears in the Irish chronicle Book of Leinster (containing a redaction of the Lebor Gabála Érenn). According to Irish Folklore and Mythology, the battle of Sliabh Mish was fought in this glen above the town of Tralee, where the Celtic Milesians defeated the Tuatha Dé Danann but Scotia, the Queen of the Milesians died in battle while pregnant as she attempted to jump a bank on horseback.…

[rroaddkill]

I GOT IIITTTT!

Thank heavens

BTW it's called the 'Fairy curduroy' by dollskill/the grave girls bc I don't wanna gatekeep; Thats annoying.

Here's me in it if u don't believe me

[stinkysstuff]

U know its bad when ur thinking about two fictional characters death all day everyday.like its so bad y'all. Do u guys think tiff (before she got arrested) visited their graves??? I wonder what their graves look like. Like i need to know-

[eightyuh]

this makes me so happy

glen cannot resist the call of being a good boy

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Topographical Elements

Ideas for Naming your Fictional Places

Buildings and stones brough, burton, caster, church, cross, kirk, mill, minster, stain, stone, wark ⚜ Examples: Crossthwaite, Felixkirk, Newminster, Staines, Whitchurch

Coastline features ey, holme, hulme, hythe, naze, ness, port, sea ⚜ Examples: Bardsey, Greenhithe, Sheerness, Southport, Southsea

Dwellings and farms barton, berwick, biggin, bold, by, cote, ham, hampstead, hamton, house, scale, sett, stall, thorpe, toft, ton, wick ⚜ Examples: Fishwick, Newham, Potterton, Westby, Woodthorpe

Fields and clearings combe, croft, den, ergh, field, ham, haugh, hay, ing, land, lease, lock, meadow, rick, ridding, rode, shot, side, thwaite, wardine, worth, worthy ⚜ Examples: Applethwaite, Cowden, Smallworthy, Southworth, Wethersfield

General locations and routes bridge, ford, gate, ing, mark, path, stead, stoke, stow, street, sty, way ⚜ Examples: Epping, Horsepath, Longford, Ridgeway, Stonebridge, Streetly

Hills and slopes bank, barrow, borough, breck, cam, cliff, crook, down, edge, head, hill, how, hurst, ley, ling, lith, mond, over, pen, ridge, side, tor ⚜ Examples: Barrow, Blackdown, Longridge, Redcliff, Thornborough, Windhill

Rivers and streams batch, beck, brook, burn, ey, fleet, font, ford, keld, lade, lake, latch, marsh, mere, mouth, ore, pool, rith, wade, water, well ⚜ Examples: Broadwater, Fishlake, Mersey, Rushbrooke, Saltburn

Woods and groves bear, carr, derry, fen, frith, greave, grove, heath, holt, lea, moor, oak, rise, scough, shaw, tree, well, with, wold, wood ⚜ Examples: Blackheath, Hazlewood, Oakley, Southwold, Staplegrove

Valleys and hollows bottom, clough, combe, dale, den, ditch, glen, grave, hole, hope, slade ⚜ Examples: Cowdale, Denton, Greenslade, Hoole, Longbottom, Thorncombe

NOTE

These elements are all found in many different spellings. Old English beorg ‘hill, mound’, for example, turns up as bar-, berg-, -ber, -berry, -borough, and -burgh. Only one form is given above (Thornborough).

Several items have the same form, but differ in meaning because they come from different words in Old English. For example, -ey has developed in different ways from the two words ea ‘river’ and eg ‘island’. It is not always easy deciding which is the relevant meaning in a given place name.

This resource does not distinguish between forms which appear in different parts of a place name. Old English leah ‘forest, glade’, for example, sometimes appears at the beginning of a name (Lee- or Leigh-), sometimes at the end (-leigh, -ley), and sometimes alone (Leigh) (K. Cameron, 1961).

Source ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Notes & References ⚜ Worldbuilding

[rootedinrevisions]

In His Arms

A/N: Just a little aftercare fluff with our favorite cowboy. Not much of a plot and this is kind of more of a drabble than a one-shot. But I was struggling to write anything else so this is what my brain wanted to think about tonight

WARNINGS: Implied smut, maybe cockwarming? (not sure if that's the right label for what happens here.)

WORD COUNT: 1,116

TAG LIST: IN COMMENTS

If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added! Below are the fandoms I currently write for.

Glen Powell: Himself (RPF), Characters He's Played

Twisters: Tyler Owens, Boone, Scott, Javi

Top Gun: Maverick: Rooster, Hangman, Bob

Marvel/MCU: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

WWE/Wrestling: Cody Rhodes, Corey Graves, Damian Priest, Drew McIntyre, Finn Balor, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Kevin Owens, L.A. Knight, Pat McAfee, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins (if there is someone you're thinking of from WWE and they aren't on the list feel free to ask! There are so many guys on the roster that these were the ones that came to mind.)

The room was steeped in warmth, the kind that only came from the perfect combination of love and passion. The soft hum of the ceiling fan mixed with the distant sound of crickets outside the window, creating a soothing backdrop to the slow return of your breaths. Tyler was beneath you, his broad chest rising and falling steadily as your own heartbeat began to settle. He’d only been home an hour, but already, it felt like the days apart had been nothing more than a distant memory.

You lay sprawled over him, your body molded to his like it belonged there—because it did. His arm rested lazily above his head, his fingers occasionally flexing against the pillow. The other was anything but idle, his roughened palm drawing a lazy path up and down your spine. His touch was featherlight yet deliberate, the tips of his fingers brushing over every curve, every dip of your body like he was memorizing you all over again.

Neither of you spoke at first. Words weren’t necessary—not yet. The moment was too raw, too precious to break with conversation. He was still buried deep inside you, his body unwilling to part from yours. You felt his heartbeat against yours, steady and sure, as if tethering you to him.

"You okay, darlin’?" His voice was soft and gravelly, thick with exhaustion and satisfaction.

You nodded against him, your cheek resting against the firm plane of his chest. "More than okay," you murmured, your words muffled but still clear enough to make him chuckle.

"Good." His hand slid into your hair, fingertips massaging gently at your scalp. "I missed you so much. Felt like I was out there forever this time."

It wasn’t the first time he’d been gone chasing storms, but this week had felt especially long. His absence left an ache in your chest, one you hadn’t realized had grown so deep until he was back and holding you like this.

"Me too," you admitted softly, your lips brushing against his skin. You felt the way his body shifted beneath you, his arm tightening around your waist like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

“You have no idea how much I missed this,” he finally murmured, his deep voice a low rasp that sent a ripple of heat through you. His words came with a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.

You nuzzled into the curve of his neck, your lips brushing against his pulse. He tipped your head back slightly, just enough so his gaze could find yours in the dim light of the room. His green eyes, flecked with golden warmth, held a look so tender, it nearly stole the breath you’d just regained.

"I thought about you every night," he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair. "Every damn minute. You don’t even know what you do to me."

His free hand began its slow path down your back again, fingertips trailing over the curve of your spine. When he reached the small of your back, he paused, pressing his palm flat against your skin and holding you there. 

"This," he said softly, "this right here is what I needed."

A flush rose to your cheeks, and Tyler’s lips curled into a soft smile as he felt the heat of it against his neck. 

“There it is,” he teased, his voice dipping into that gravelly tone that always made your heart stutter. "That blush I love so much."

He shifted slightly beneath you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pressed you impossibly closer. You could feel every inch of him, the heat of his body wrapping around you like a blanket. He didn’t stop touching you, his hand tracing slow, deliberate paths that left trails of goosebumps in their wake.

“You feel so damn good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, then down to the corner of your mouth. “I swear, nothing else compares. Nothing else even comes close to having you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it, his lips capturing yours in a slow, searing kiss that left no room for doubt about how deeply he meant every word. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with your own.

“Stay with me like this a little longer,” he said softly, his hand coming back up to cradle the nape of your neck. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

His fingers trailed down your spine again, his touch firmer this time, as if grounding you both in the moment. His lips found the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he continued in a hushed voice that sent shivers racing through you.

“I missed you so much,” he said, his tone rougher now, edged with the kind of desire only he could make feel like a promise. “And I’m not done with you. Not even close. I want you again, sweetheart. Over and over.”

His words made heat bloom low in your belly, and you couldn’t stop the way your body shifted against his. Tyler’s hand on your waist tightened, holding you still as his eyes darkened. 

"Easy, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "We’ve got all night. No need to rush."

He let his hand drift lower, tracing the curve of your hip before sliding back up to the small of your back. 

"I’m gonna show you just how much I missed you," he whispered, his lips grazing your jawline. "Gonna make sure you feel it—every inch of it."

You shivered as his words washed over you, his breath warm against your skin. He shifted beneath you, his body a comforting weight as he pulled you impossibly closer.

"I love you," he said softly, the words catching you off guard even though you’d heard them before. There was something different in the way he said it now, like it wasn’t just an expression but a vow.

Your heart swelled, and you leaned up just enough to kiss him again, pouring every unspoken feeling into the connection. He responded in kind, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough, like he was memorizing every curve and dip.

The world outside didn’t matter—not the storms he chased, not the time apart, not anything but the two of you in this moment. In his arms, you felt it all: desired, cherished, and deeply, irrevocably loved.

And as the night stretched on, Tyler made good on his promise, showing you again and again just how much you meant to him.

[thesilicontribesman]

Replica of the Poltalloch Bronze Age Jet Necklace (2200 to 2000 BCE), Kilmartin Museum, Kilmartin Glen, Argyll, Scotland

[lovingjakeseresin]

since glen powell being a cowboy is back i need all my old top gun writers to rise from the grave again!!!!!!!

[aliusfrater]

AN ODE TO LATE-SEASONS SAM WINCHESTER: A SUMMARY

victor hugo, les misérables / supernatural, the born-again identity / blythe baird, to live in the body of a survivor / velimir khlebnikov, collected works, vol. three: selected poems, tr. by paul schmidt / supernatural, heartache / heather havrilesky, ask polly: help, i’m the loneliest person in the world! / juansen dizon / richard siken, crush / supernatural, the purge / pavana पवन / nothing — acd (abcessive compulsive disorder) / glen martin taylor, but i am safe in here. / camille-félix bellanger, abel / humaneflies / supernatural, out of the darkness, into the fire / virtualplushy / mitskileaks / rumi / supernatural, advanced thanatology / zentai, full body catsuit / franz kafka / supernatural, the scar / sue zhao / janet fitch, white oleander / supernatural, the girl next door / germboyfriend, it's all a blur, the person you are and the person you were / traaumaa / anne boyer, what resembles a grave but isn't / supernatural, behind the scenes of the bunker set / filmnoirsbian, how to draw a circle / blnxpc, arrow poem / a worn down marble statue at laurel hill cemetery in philadelphia, usa / dalton day, one-act play in which grief is the only person without dialogue.

[mistydeyes]

a collection of random late night thoughts from a high reader

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summary: After another successful mission in Amsterdam, you enjoy the trip a little too much and won’t stop texting your team.

pairing: 141, laswell, konig x platonic!reader

warnings: swearing, implied drug use

a/n: haha enjoy this light hearted shit post

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As you said goodnight to Price and Gaz following a beautifully executed mission in Amsterdam, you pulled out a small baggie of goodies you had gotten that day. You perched the window open and lit your joint as you admired the quiet ambiance of the safe house. Amsterdam sure has the good shit as you finished and grabbed your phone, ready to spew all of your high thoughts.

r/n: Lt. why did you think it was a good idea to get an angsty teen's drawing on your arm?

ghost: captain, i thought you said you didn't let them get anything while in amsterdam

r/n: shhh don't tell dad i bought drugs

price: just let them live, Lieutenant, at least you're not in the same house as them

r/n: who do you think would be taller? gaz on ghost‘s or soap on konig’s shoulders?

ghost: no one respond, don’t patronize them

konig: logistically, it’s me and soap (*disliked by ghost and gaz*)

r/n: ever since i joined, SAS stands for Sexy Ass Soldiers

price: keep this up and i’ll have you transferred

r/n: only if you want it to go back to Special Air Service

r/n: i assigned you all spirit animals: ghost - black cat, soap - one of those mice they give meth too to see what happens, price - cougar

gaz: what about me?

r/n: a gazelle, idiot, it’s in your name

price: this is how you spend your time in amsterdam?

r/n: when graves betrayed you, you should’ve said “we’re in grave danger”

soap: we should’ve left you in las almas (*emphasized by ghost*)

r/n: okay new field strategy! what if we all put lube on ourselves, then we could never be captured because we would just ~slip away~

ghost: what the actual fuck

r/n: soap just looks like he would comically snore like in cartoons

r/n: this motherfucker lets out a snore followed by mimimimi💤😴

soap: why would you hurt me like that

r/n:

r/n: shepherd is the bootleg version of mr. clean

gaz:…you’re not wrong

r/n: and graves was the walmart version of glen powell

ghost: okay you have a point

r/n: captain what was it like when you got your first tv in color?

price: how old do you think i am?

r/n: i post myself up for adoption, laswell plz adopt me

laswell: please go to sleep, sergent

r/n: only if you and your wife tuck me in <3

r/n: okay poll time! who do you think could kill someone with their thighs?

price, gaz, konig, laswell, and ghost have left the chat

soap: personally, i think it's Lt.

r/n: nah my money is on laswell

[topguncortez]

not that anyone asked but here’s why i don’t thing TG3 should be made:

one, trilogies are known to not do well. Look at The Godfather to the Godfather III. The Godfather made about $245 million world wide when it was in theater. The third movie?? 137 million. now yall might be like “it still made over a million” but compared to the first one? it flopped.

the first hunger games movie made about 408 million versus mocking jay that made 282 million.

and divergent didn’t even get to make their last movie cause it did so bad. same with the maze runner.

and one of the reasons why TGM did so well was because it brought generations of people to the theater. this movie was 30 some odd years in the making. TG 86 was ahead of its time when it was released. TGM went above it but still kept those classic moments from the og, like the intro, some of maverick’s lines, the clips of goose and carole, the beach scene. TGM was a movie for parents to take their kids to and remember when they were young sitting in the theater watching tom cruise fly in an F/14 for the first time.

It was also the first big blockbuster since the pandemic. glen said that TC fought for the theatrical release of this movie. paramount was all too okay with putting it on the streaming app and calling it a day. TC saved the box office with this one.

and my last point, TGM really wrapped up all the loose strings from TG 86 and tied it with a bow. you got to see what Maverick had been doing with his career. you got to say goodbye to Iceman. you got to see what happened to Goose’s son. you got to see the reconciliation between Rooster and Mav. you got to see Maverick finally forgive himself for what happened to Goose.

i know there’s scenes we still wanna see; phoenix & bob after the bird strike, what rooster meant with the “early grave” line, what happens to the daggers after (which we all know they went back to their home units), does mav finally retire.

but making a third movie so soon after the second does not sound like a good idea. and i fear it won’t have the same affect and feeling as TGM did. it sounds like the beginning of a mission impossible type ordeal.

[ltwilliammowett]

Why America never got the metric system

Unlike the European metric system, the Anglo-American system of measurement, also known as the imperial system, has no reference to the decimal system. The measurements are therefore not based on each other as decimals. And anyone who is not used to this system simply finds it hell.

So it is no wonder that in the 18th century, the idea of a group of French philosophers to introduce a standardised, simple and precise system of measurement fell on receptive ears. The metric system they proposed avoided the inaccuracies and problems caused by merchants buying in one unit but selling their goods in another. Scientific measurements could be made more precise and the international exchange of knowledge simplified.

But why didn't the system become established throughout the world? According to "legend", pirates or to be more accurate privateers thwarted its introduction in the United States of America.

In 1793, the scientist and aristocrat Joseph Dombey was sent from France to talk to the then US Secretary of State, Thomas Jefferson, on the other side of the Atlantic. In his luggage he had a rod that measured exactly one metre and a copper cylinder called grave that weighed exactly one kilogram. Jefferson had previously spent time in Europe as a diplomat and was open to the ideas of the Enlightenment and the metric system. There was therefore justified hope that he would convince Congress to adopt the new system.

However, Dombey was blown off course by a storm during his crossing. His ship was driven into the Caribbean and fell into the clutches of British privateers. They captured Dombey and destroyed his equipment or sold it. The unlucky botanist died a short time later.

The grave of 1793, an early version of the kilogram. It’s possible this object, now owned by the NIST museum, was once pirate treasure.

France sent a second envoy on his way. He reached the USA in good health. But in the meantime, Jefferson was no longer Secretary of State. The future US president had a crisis of purpose at that very time. After exhausting disputes, he had withdrawn from politics.

His successor in office, Edmund Randolph, had little interest in the idea of turning existing norms in the USA upside down. And while many countries in the rest of the world introduced the metric system, the Americans still use the confusing imperial system to this day, even though the metric system has also been accepted there.

The Metric System, by Jennifer Fandel

The Metric System: America Measures Up, by Glen Anderson, Paul Gallagher

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/speaking-of-science/wp/2017/09/19/pirates-yes-pirates-may-be-why-the-u-s-doesnt-use-the-metric-system/