#spoke london

[saintlucyrepresents]

Catherine Falls Spoke London

Catherine Falls traveled to London to shoot SPOKE London’s menswear campaign. From polos and khakis to sweaters and trousers, Catherine captured scenes of SPOKE’s newest styles on display throughout the capital city.

Producer: Cree Bashford Brand Manager: Lennie Law  Creative Designer: Ben Hines Art Director: Sasha Barrie Digital Tech: Tanya Houghton Lighting: Neil Payne, Felix Borrelli Stylist: Jalessa Burgess MUA: Arianne Young Talent: Giuseppe Futia

See more of Catherine Falls’s Lifestyle portfolio here.

[thegreatyin]

like 25% of fallen london lore is just this image unironically

[beaft]

multiple people came by my stall yesterday at the art market and told me i was lowballing myself and i should be charging way more, and i'm like, on the one hand Thank You and you're probably right, charging £15 for a sculpture or painting is ridiculous when you factor in the costs of materials and how long it took to make. but on the other hand this art fair is mostly populated by gay twentysomethings who would not spend £100 on an original painting even if they had it to spend

[senandikadini]

I love Jesse so much, I love anyone's that fall in love with him too 😭

[moreaugriffins]

3 having a big fat crush on the brig, but thinks the brig is straight (army man and ex-wife and all)

until brig starts saying some gay code shit ('friend of dorothy', going to brighton, knowing polari, etc) and oh, he isnt straight after all

anyway, 3 asks him out, and of course the brig accepts

and later 3 mentions that if brig hadnt dropped the clues, 3 wouldn't have had the courage to ask him out

brig has absolutely no idea wtf he's talking about

(it was all just a fucking coincidence)

[goldenpinof]

Europeans, you're so lucky to see these shows live. my fucking belarusian passport is like chains on my wrists.

[tangleendlessly]

i woke up with a fluttery feeling in my chest. not the "i need medical assistance" kind but more the "why the fuck am i feeling something for someone" way i'm starting to definitely loathe being single for as long as i have been and being so touch-starved for quite literally fifteen or more years makes it worse. any time a good looking man just looks in my direction i feel like i'm gonna turn into a puddle in front of them

[coochiequeens]

“Pouring piss is an anarchist act of resistance that stakes an urgent and lingering claim on our basic human rights … If you take away our toilets we will make one on your doorstep.” Said no oppressed group ever

Trans activists in London staged a urine-filled protest outside of the Equality and Human Rights Commission (EHRC) on Monday in response to proposed alterations to the Equality Act which would strengthen women’s sex-based rights.

Members of the organization Pissed Off Trannies (POT) gathered outside of the EHRC on May 22 to leave 90 liters of human urine around the perimeter of the building. The protest was in response to a recent statement by chief executive of the EHRC, Melanie Field, in which she affirmed the definition of “sex.”

The statements by Field were made during an interview with Transactual, a trans activist organization headed by trans-identified male Helen Belcher. Belcher pressed Field on the definition of “biological sex,” to which Field responded it was the “sex recorded at birth.”

Field’s comment reflects a slow-moving trend at the EHRC to implement stronger protections for biological sex as a protected characteristic, as well as recent plans to prevent trans-identified males from accessing women’s facilities unless they have a Gender Recognition Certificate (GRC).

GRCs are documents which legally recognize a person’s transgender identity in the United Kingdom. The bar for acquiring one is not particularly high, having two primary requirements of a gender dysphoria diagnosis, and the individual having “lived” as their “preferred gender” for at 2 years. The fee is nominal at £5, but it can be waived entirely for low-income people.

The proposals have been met with extreme backlash by trans activists, who have branded the EHRC’s attempts to consider further protections for women as “anti-trans bias.”

This Monday, masked POT trans activists gathered outside of the EHRC office to leave bottles of human urine in protest of the considerations. The activists also poured the bottles of piss on the sidewalks.

POT posted an artistic video of the demonstration to their Instagram, featuring close-up shots of the bottles of urine with audio and transcription of Field’s interview with Transactual superimposed over the scenes.

“We placed 90 liters of trans piss outside the building and in their revolving doors, rendering the EHRC more explicitly what it already was: an inaccessible mess,” Pot wrote in the description of the video.

“Pouring piss is an anarchist act of resistance that stakes an urgent and lingering claim on our basic human rights … If you take away our toilets we will make one on your doorstep.”

This is not the first time POT has staged a piss-filled protest outside of the EHRC in London.

In September of 2022, POT activists similarly left jugs of human urine around the office’s doorstep, with one masked activist pouring one bottle on himself. 

While the initial exclusive coverage by VICE did not publish the names of the activists involved, allowing them to remain anonymous, it was later revealed that the primary organizer for POT is an artist who has contributed to VICE in the past. 

Jamie Cottle is a trans-identified male from Reading, England, who studied English at University College London. Cottle uses the moniker “Biogal” on social media. After staging his first protest outside of the EHRC last year, Cottle boasted about his actions on Instagram.

Cottle regularly hosts disturbing “performances” he claims are demonstrations of trans activism.

In one performance from 2022, simply titled “FISH,”Cottle strips while slapping himself with a dead fish. In another from that same year, titled “Prayer for the Pearl Oyster,” Cottle is seen wearing women’s underwear, transparent platform heels, and a pearl necklace. He rips fabric, tosses about oysters, and screams while stomping on the shells. Cottle then begins writhing, strips naked, and removes a sex toy from his anus.

In addition to providing words in a VICE article on “trans joy,” last year Cottle contributed to a piece published in the Italian edition of Vogue magazine. 

Titled “The Hairy Boundaries of My Womanhood,” the article asserts that “trans women and non-binary femmes” should find “new ways to express their genders through facial hair,” while drawing a parallel between “dyke movements and women with PCOS” to biological males who claim a female identity.

“When covering my moustache, I experience security from the notion of passing but deal with the dangers of catcalling,” Cottle told Vogue. “When I choose not to cover up, I signal to the world my radical position on gender and resistance to the male gaze.”

In a photo posted to his Instagram account in October 2020, Cottle can be seen licking a knife in a threatening fashion. Behind him were images of Member of Parliament Liz Truss, and a man who appears to resemble former First Secretary of State Dominic Raab. The image is titled “Target Practice.”

In a similarly menacing image, Cottle was photographed in a skin-tight dress holding a sign that reads, “The streets will flow with tranny piss and Tory blood.”

In an interview with Era Journal, the University College of London’s Arts and Culture publication, Cottle acknowledges his admiration for a US-based trans-identified male called Río Sofia, who has made bondage and forced feminization pornography of himself as part of his academic studies at Cooper Union College. In 2020, Sofia presented his self-made pornography during a lecture for Princeton University.

One of Cottle’s performances appears to have been influenced by Sofia, who, during his presentation for Princeton, boasted of stripping down to nothing but “lucite-looking heels” and exposing himself to the then-president of Cooper Union, in an attempt to spark provocation.

Cottle also recently assisted with a fundraiser for his girlfriend’s double mastectomy. Jasmine, 22, a female who identifies as a man, stated on her GoFundMe page that she was “on the GenderCare pathway” due to being “exhausted [with] having to endure my body being sexualized in a way that feels so foreign to me.”

In 2021, Cottle was a member of the Queer Heritage and Collections Network Steering Group and a listed speaker at their taxpayer-funded symposium. The symposium featured prominent UK artists sharing “knowledge, skills, expertise and best practice regarding national and regional heritage sites and collections working with LGBTQ+ histories,” and was held in partnership with the national Art Fund.

Cottle was presented as being associated with English Heritage, a major charity that manages over 400 historic monuments, buildings and places in the United Kingdom.

While Cottle has put his Instagram on private, his biography does claim he will be appearing at the Tate Britain, a historic art gallery in central London, on June 10.

So he’s appearing at the Tate during pride month. I’m sure that it’s just a coincidence that the Tate just announced that they were going to refer to to a woman artist who has been dead for decades as a transman.

May ‘they’ rest in peace: Tate gallery changes the pronouns of celebrated British artist who died 60 YEARS AGO to become gender-neutral and asks if the sculptor would identify as trans if alive today

Sculptor Marlow Moss was a pioneer in European abstract art who died in 1958 

Works by the artist now feature a sign referring to their gender-neutral pronouns

[cursed-elo-images]

WELL… I JUST HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE…

So I scrolled through Elodevi’s channel on YouTube to see if there were clips of interviews I haven’t seen before and I… find something similar that is actually a conference—

This, my friends, blew my mind. In the beginning, I hear Jeff and then Bev, and one guy I assume is the interviewer(?) (I know I said this was a conference and not exactly like a stereotypical interview I just don’t know what to call him lol 😭) AND THEN? I HEAR KELLY SPEAKING AT SOME PARTS!!! AND THEN WHAT??? I HEAR HUGH!!! YES, HUGH MCDOWELL HIMSELF, SPEAKING BASICALLY MOST OF THE CONFERENCE! AND THEN, YOU ASK, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE???

YES, THERE IS!!!

MELVYN GALE ALSO SPOKE DURING THIS CONFERENCE!!!

He spoke a lot, more than Kelly but possibly less than Hugh.

I AM ACTUALLY HAPPY!

I am excited—hyper—absolutely overjoyed, even.

The entire time I was listening to it I was so calm yet so excited at the same time. They all sounded so reserved yet friendly and I just loved it. So sophisticated and humble at the same time. It’s just-I loved this video. I love it so much.

[the-ratronaut]

Spoilers for The Three Body Problem, a fate-locked story within the Tracklayers' City.

For context, the Creditor laid the city out in a pattern that the starved men on the roof have translated as a message from the Creditor to its sibling/other half, the Moon. The message being "Keep your distance. Do not come here." This option is available for those who chose the Escape ending of Heart's Desire. The estate being mentioned is a mansion on the surface located within the artic circle.

[aromanticbastards]

love in songs (and in general) is only good if it's insane enough. what are you even doing there if it's not about abandoning all reason

[ntwhlvndthnks]

didn't know it was syld and was wondering why a moot woke up speaking french all of a sudden

[stillwaterinc]

in denmark rn for vacation reasons and every time i get spoken to in danish i just give em the good old confused puppy looks until they say it in english or leave me alone

it’s wonderful

[millificent]

Me when my parents criticise me for speaking in the accent they bloody gave me

[dinosaurwithablog]

I love Johnny Cash!! "The man in black". One of my favorite songs that he sings is called The Man in Black. In the song he explains why he only wears black and why you won't see him in bright colors. I highly recommend listening to that song. It's as applicable today as it was when he wrote it. The last verse sums it up nicely. It goes like this....

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,

And tell the world that everything's okay,

But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,

Til things are brighter, I'm the man in black.

After hearing this song in 1971, when I was 11, I've been wearing black for the reasons he listed in his song... until things get brighter, I'm the woman in black.

Johnny Cash in London (1968)

[bunny-jpeg]

all access

simon "ghost" riley

tags: smut/pwp, semi-public sex, train station sex, unprotected sex, size difference/kink, breeding kink, possessive behavior, unhinged and filthy

a/n: inspired by true events

simon missed you. simon missed you more than anything, you were apart for only two weeks and he couldn't take it anymore! he knew he was being a hypocrite, he could leave for over a month for work and come home to a hot meal and a hotter cunt. sate his hunger while balls deep inside of you.

but it was different when you left for two weeks, visiting your mother up in the north and left simon all alone back in london. he needed you, and it was hard for you two to be apart when you didn't have to be. so maybe it was the most gentleman-like when he shuffled you from the train platform into a quiet, dark corridor and told you to get up on your toes so he could have access.

the underground hallway of the train station was near dead at this hour. all the commuters for the evening were already at their homes, nice and comfortable after dinner. but, simon was hungry for something else.

two weeks he had spent without you beautiful cunt. it was hard to go from your soft sex to his rough hand. no amount of photos and (eventually stained) panties could compete with you against him. the differences in size and strengths. he was near six foot-five and his bulk allowed for him to crowd in your space. while it was comforting, it was rather easy for him to pull you up against the concrete hall in the quiet hallway.

"i missed ya, baby." he said as his hand pushed up the skirt you wore, "wore this slutty lil thing because you knew i'd be on edge when you came home." he pressed you further up against the wall with your back arched a little to give him better access to your behind, "give me easy access to what belongs to me, huh? bet those little fingers of yours couldn't do anythin'. missed me, missed my cock." he got his cock out of his jeans, the belt still somewhat around his waist.

there was no time to lose, just because the station was quiet doesn't mean no late night traveler couldn't bound down those stairs and see a man of simon's size fuck a woman of your size out in public. he hiked your skirt up over your ass and got your panties down to your socks before he pressed up into your further. the tip of his cock slipped into your achy sex and you had to cover your mouth to keep quiet.

as much as simon would have loved to hear those moans echo in the hallway, he'd rather not have a citation put against either of you for the act of public sex. it was risky, but it only fueled the fire in simon's belly as he rocked against you. one hand on the wall over your head, the other on your hip. his grip was nice and tight on you, his cock battered against the deepest parts of you.

it was sexual filth, it was hot as he watched you hold back your moans as he fucked you up against the wall. the angle was a little hard given your size differences, but he knew you were into that. if simon was a pervert then so were you. you loved the rough, filthy sex you two had. made your little cunt squeeze around him as he fucked you quickly. no time for tenderness, not when simon was a man on a mission.

he said lowly in your ear, his tone quiet yet dangerous. he fucked up into you and you felt the swim of pleasure in your core as he spoke, "never leavin' me again, right, doll? not goin' anywhere unless i'm with ya." his tone made your head spin and you felt your core get soaked by his words. there was a fury to his thrusts as you tried to stay on your tip toes so he could fuck you up against the wall.

"si." you whispered.

"missed ya too much, thinkin' about ya all the time. thinkin' about your pretty little tits and my teeth marks all over them. your pussy and my cum inside of you. paintin' those pretty insides white." he groaned as he continued to thrust up against you.

the pleasure was mounting, the want in your core made your heart race. everything felt so exposed and it made your head spin. you covered your mouth once more to keep the noises trapped. the hallway remained empty as simon continued to hit up against you in all the right ways.

"need ya, need ya, doll." he said softly, "can't have you runnin' off like that again. not without me, i know, i know. i'm bein' all possessive, but can't fuck my hand anymore. not when i got my baby's sweet cunt to bury in." he purred lowly, his voice echoed in your body.

he kissed were feverish and you tensed up as he continued to rut up against you with a heated passion. the moans got caught in your throat, and were muffled by your hands. the pace was unsteady, a forceful need to lay claim to what it is. his woman, his everything.

"next time." he said, tone still quiet, "bring me, let me meet your mother, show her i'll be a good husband to you. i know she's been askin' about grandkids." his large hand grazed your middle and your stomach did a flip. he gave your stomach a pat and said, "might as well start workin' on that. visit your mum in a year with my chunky little son at your hip. riley boys, little hell-raisers."

that sent you over the edge. you near hit the wall with your hands as you clenched around him. you grit your teeth as pleasure hit down on you. it left you dizzy and slumped against the wall as you started to feel the after lingers.

"beautiful, my beautiful girl." he purred as he continued to rut against you. he continued to fuck your pretty body to his liking. a few more quick ruts and he finished inside of you with a deep exhale as he tried not to be too loud. it felt amazing, your cunt clung to him perfectly. he rocked against you a little further until he stopped and gave your ass a pat, 'that's it. perfect." he said with a immense sense of love before he bent down to get your panties back over your plush behind.

you couldn't form your words and instead leaned against simon as he took your suitcase and led you back to his car to bring you home. he lifted your suitcase like a real gentleman as the cold air brought you back to your senses.

his cum stuck to your panties while he opened the car door for you and even buckled you in. you whispered "i love you" when he got into the other side. he kissed you and replied, "i love you too, doll. but next time, i should come with ya. be with my baby's mama." he gave you a cheeky wink before he patted your thigh before he pulled the car out of the lot. a promise of a proper homecoming once you got back to your flat <3