#tai no tent-sharing

[the-marshals-wife]

Cinnamon Sugar (Colt Seavers x Reader)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⋅☆⋅ 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

A/N: A spontaneous Colt fic because I saw The Fall Guy again and I'm hopelessly in love. Someone needs to get this man his coffee, and it might as well be you. ♥

Description: Colt Seavers x Fem!Reader, flirty fluff | Warnings: nada, just Colt being the supportive sunshine he is | Setting: before Jody (or AU without) | Word count: 2,129 | Gif credit: user tay-swifts

Imagine being Colt's old flame and reuniting under unexpectedly sweet circumstances

As it turns out, production assistant was just a fancy name for errand girl. At least that seemed to be the case for you in the nearly two years you'd held the title. Yet after everything you'd been through to get here, you couldn't lose this job. Nearly an hour after you were supposed to, you haphazardly assembled the daily morning coffees for the sound crew on Stage B, and were now rushing like mad across set to make the first of many apologetic appearances for the day.

"Excuse me, sorry," you repeat nervously as you duck around people.

You'd overslept your alarm after staying up nearly all night printing a mountain of forms for the design director. Having never even eaten breakfast, you calculated if you also skipped lunch, you might be able to catch up to your usual routine. You weave between the tents as fast as your legs will carry you, trying not to bump into anyone and lose your cargo of caffeine.

As you cut the corner around a camera truck, you're fixated on the tray of beverages in your hands, and you don't see the person right in front of you. You collide at full speed.

The tray flies back into your chest. You gasp as the lids of two of the cups pop off and pour coffee all down the front of you and the poor soul you collided with. You recoil and frantically try to catch the other two cups, but you're unsteady from the impact. A strong hand grasps your arm and keeps you from tumbling completely to the ground as you attempt to regain your balance and find purchase in the loose gravel. Despite your efforts to recover, the tray and all its contents falls at your feet. You're left drenched and clinging to the arm that's gripping yours.

You gape down at the mess, frozen in horror.

"I am SO sorry," you begin shakily, "Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry! I'm such a-"

The second you look up, it feels like time stops, along with your pounding heart. You would know those baby blues anywhere, even through the narrow visor of a helmet. He removes his headgear, and you stare in complete disbelief at the rugged, all-too-familiar face before you.

"Colt?"

"Y/N?"

He sounds equally stunned, his eyes filled with recognition.

"It's you," you breathe.

"It's you," he says, flashing a bewildered smile, "Are you alright? Did you get burned?"

"I'm fine. It was lukewarm anyway" you reply, embarrassed, "Are you okay?"

"Perfect," he nods distantly, "Long time."

"Yeah. Furious Seven set, right?"

"Close. Fate of the Furious," he recalls, "Summer 2016. Havana, and Atlanta."

"That's right. I can never keep the order straight."

"No one can," he laughs, lips twisting into a grin, "You look great."

"So do you," you smile.

Somehow, he'd gotten more handsome than the last time you met. Memories come flooding to the front of your dizzied mind. Many of hot summer nights spent by the pool, and even more of sneaking off together to the hotel rooftops to be alone. Even now, you could still feel the warmth of his strong arms wrapped around you while you talked for hours beneath the stars, sharing your dreams and imagining the future. You'd hoped desperately that he would be in both. And here he was, crashing back into your life and looking at you as if he'd never left.

Knowing you were already slipping back under the spell of his lovesome stare, the coffee dripping off your cheek and down your neck brings you back to reality.

"Oh, look at your suit," you despair at the splatters, attempting to wipe them away with your shirt sleeve, "I'm so sorry, Colt. You know me, always the klutz."

"Don't worry about it. It looks like it's water and coffee resistant," he dismisses, gesturing to the helmet in his hand, "I'm the idiot walking around with this thing on. Just trying to slip away for five minutes without someone yelling at me. Director's got a stick up so far up his backside today, I think it's stabbing his brain, if you know what I mean."

"Oh I definitely do," you grin, followed with a sigh, "I think the whole art department has it out for me at this point."

As you swipe away the last of the obvious drops, your hand lingers on his chest. Blinking, you remember yourself and quickly step back.

"Unfortunately, I don't think my getup is as resistant as yours. Probably should swing by costuming next," you laugh, looking down at your soiled, previously white blouse.

"What am I doing?" Colt admonishes himself before shouting over his shoulder, "Uh, can we get a towel over here, please? Or two? Thank you."

Much to your gratitude, another assistant walking by hands you each a towel a moment later, the studio logo emblazoned on the corner. You hurriedly rub the black linen over your face and turn your focus to your ruined clothes.

"Great service around here," he remarks.

"Coffee delivery notwithstanding," you add.

As he brushes the remaining droplets off his shoulders, his expression turns hesitant. "Oh, you uh, missed a spot. May I?"

You pause wiping at your sleeves and nod to him. He delicately brushes away your hair to dab your temple with his towel, and his touch is almost as soft as his gaze upon you.

"There. Good as new," he declares.

"Thank you," you say, proceeding to wipe at your java-stained jeans in an effort hide your flushed cheeks. "I had no idea they brought you on."

"I've only been here about a week," he explains, clearing his throat, "The last guy's wife just had a baby. I'm just filling in 'til he gets back."

Your stomach sinks at the news, and you try to conceal your disappointment as he continues.

"But yeah, we started the shoot for the big chase scene today. Just wrapped up the opening shots."

"Wow, that's great. I can't believe I haven't seen you around before now. Then again, I don't see the set much while the cameras are rolling. I'm mostly behind the scenes, running all over creation bringing this and that. Speaking of which..." You toss the towel around your neck and squat down to clean up your accident. "I know some people on Stage B who are probably wondering where their drinks are right about now."

Colt takes a knee and retrieves the tray for you, and you begin to stack the empty cups and sticky lids.

"You're not going to get in trouble, are you?" he asks, worry in this voice.

You flinch at the thought, "Not much if I hurry up and remake these."

"Let me help you then."

"You don't have to do that, Colt. I'm sure you're busy."

"I'm on break, and you only dropped them because of me," he insists, "Even if I wasn't, what are they gonna do? Start without me?"

You smile to yourself. There was no arguing with him. He was just as charming as you remembered, and twice as stubborn.

"Alright, you win, Mr. Bigtime Stuntman," you tease.

He holds up the last cup and he raises his eyebrow suspiciously at the letters scribbled in marker on the side.

"What does the 'C.S.' stand for? Colt Seavers?"

"Cinnamon sugar, actually," you chuckle, "Vanilla latte with exactly six shakes of cinnamon sugar on top. Executive producer's favorite. He orders it every single day, no joke."

"That sounds good. I might have to try that myself," he smirks, "Is there like a coffee list I need to put my name on? Or do I just...swing by your trailer?"

"Like they give trailers to production assistants," you scoff, standing up.

Before you can pick up the loaded tray, he snatches it off the ground and jumps to his feet. You know better than to try to take it back from him.

Tucking his helmet under his arm, he gives a little bow. "Lead on, milady."

"The machine's in the catering tent," you giggle, walking in that direction.

"Why are you running around getting coffee for people anyway?" Colt asks, following alongside you, "I thought you were writing the greatest paranormal, pseudo-thriller mystery romance movie of all time? 'Lovers of Lives Past.' What happened with that?"

"You remembered," you say, blushing.

"Of course I remember! I love that story! Did you finish it?"

You frown, reminiscing on the hand that fate had dealt you since you were last together. "My mom had a bad fall, and I took off a year to take care of her. She's better now, but when I got back, I couldn't find any work. The studio wouldn't take me back in my old role. Said they 'downsized the crew.' That included the writer's room. I couldn't even get a spot as a proofreader. When this position finally opened up, I had to take it. It was that or quit the filmmaking world altogether," you sigh, crossing your arms, "I don't know, after being away so long, working on the script didn't seem to matter anymore."

"It does matter. If it means something to even just one person, it matters," he states emphatically, "It matters to you, and it matters to me, so that's already two people right there. Look at you go, Miss Bigtime Hollywood Screenwriter."

His words get a snicker out of you. You'd missed that unbridled enthusiasm of his so very much.

"Oh Colt," you say, shaking your head, "I don't think I have it in me to write a real movie. Besides, you know how quick the landscape changes in this business. No one wants the stupidly optimistic, cheesy stuff I write. They all want gritty, dark scripts or things they can make ten-year franchises out of."

He stops in his tracks and immediately faces you. "Now that's where you're wrong. People want the cheesy. They want the hope, even if they don't know they want it. They need it," he insists, "I know you can do it. I believe in you. But that doesn't matter unless you believe in you."

You stare at him thoughtfully, heart swelling. He was wasting no time reminding you of all the reasons you fell for him in the first place. As if you could ever forget.

"You're sweet," you say.

Sweet. Warm. Inviting. Comforting. Your cinnamon sugar.

He smirks. "It's the vanilla latte."

You start walking once again. The catering tent was close up ahead, and the butterflies in your chest were building up with every step.

"So um, where are you heading next? When the other guy gets back, I mean," you stammer.

"I'm not sure. My schedule is actually pretty open after this," he answers, giving you a coy look, "Why?"

"Just wondering," you say, biting your lip.

"I was thinking of maybe hanging around here a bit. Slow down, take in the scenery, see the sights," he suggests, "You know anyone who could show me around town?"

"I might." You fight to suppress your excitement as you sense his meaning.

"Colt!" someone calls out from behind you, "Pyro wants to talk to you about the ramp launch! They're worried about the impact of explosion on the car with you in it!"

Colt comes to a halt and groans, bowing his head.

"This is why I had the helmet on," he says under his breath.

You look over your shoulder and see that the voice belongs to the stunt coordinator. He had been friendly the few times you'd spoken to him while handing out donuts to the crew, but at present, he looked less-than-thrilled to be delivering that message.

"I see you, man! I know you can hear me!"

He finally turns on his heel to shout back. "Alright, just gimme a minute!"

"Chief wants to see you now. They're almost done prepping the next shot!"

Colt pivots back to you, wincing. "I'm sorry. He always gets intense over fire stuff."

You laugh and take the tray from his hands. "You better go. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble either."

"I'll be back for that coffee. Cinnamon sugar, six shakes exactly," he says with a wink as he steps in the other direction.

You give him a thumbs up. "I'll keep the machine running."

Mere seconds after you turn your back, he calls your name, and you're spinning around again.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Yes, Colt?"

"Promise me you won't give up on your story?"

"Okay," you agree.

"Say you promise," he points a finger at you, walking backwards, "Say the words."

"I promise I won't give up," you concede, grinning, "Promise me you won't blow up?"

"Cross my heart."

[caramelloss]

YELLOWJACKETS THEORIES

we know it can’t be lottie in s1, and it doesn’t make sense for it to be mari because mari couldn’t survive on her own out there — she’s pretty useless — and (unknown) was wearing a white nightgown and the heart necklace jackie gave to shauna. if it were mari i doubt shauna would wear it because that would be death after death associated with that necklace. so the only other viable option is that it’s callie.

how would this happen? the wilderness wasn’t satisfied with nat because she wasnt eaten. it wants more blood and it wants them to feed the hunger that’s been so deep inside them since they got rescued. they each (without telling each other) venture out to the woods, and shauna brings callie with her because she wants to see. when they all find each other at the cabin ruins they’re faced with that heavy heart they felt out in the wilderness all those years ago. shauna asks callie to stay in the car (they’re sleeping in the car — it’s a minivan so it works) and they gather around a fire near the other girls’ tents (yes tai and van are sharing). they talk about how they miss nat but then the conversation shifts and van tells them about her cancer. she tells them how she almost completely beat it after nat died— like lottie said, but about a month later; it came back worse than ever before. shauna owns up to jeff and hers relationship getting better and then them completely destroyed by the affair AGAIN. lottie talks about how her visions went away but came back worse and more often. misty shares with them that her life was great with walter but then he left her. with a shared look they all realize; the wilderness wants them to eat. and just as they realize— callie comes out of the car in her nightgown and snow boots, telling her mom that she needs help. she wanted another blanket but couldn’t find any, so lottie tells her that she has extra in her car. all of the girls look at each other.

AND ONE MORE CAR PULLS UP

It’s Akilah.

Akilah was the only other MAIN character that we saw more often than not on the screen. so let’s say she’s alive. all of the girls are shocked, because they heard she died in the hospital. after they become reacquainted the girls discuss this wilderness ordeal and what they have to do. lottie pulls out her cards eventually, and they all pick; alas, no one pulls the queen. but callie, unsuspecting and unknowing, picks up a queen card next to the blanket in lottie’s car. she shrugs and yells “i think you dropped a few cards in here”— and all of their eyes widen as callie holds up the card and walks towards them. they all look at each other again and then shauna yells, “RUN” and callie hesitates, but then she sees van and lottie racing for their knives. she starts sprinting and the animal noises begin. she’s terrified for her life and it’s clear. the girls are picking up on her movements because of the snow boots. callie realizes this and takes them off promptly as she hides behind a tree. she runs and runs and runs and runs and runs, until she cannot. the noises go quiet. she stops in this clearing to catch her breath. it looks like a path almost. then the animal noises return. she’s running again, and she runs, and then— she falls into the pit. so on and so on—

how would this make sense?

in ep1 when they’re showing older misty it cuts to a cutscene from the cannibalism party and it’s misty’s glasses FROM WHEN SHES OLDER— the glasses are different people.

and since there are 6 people in masks i added akilah because we didnt see her die yet.

callie would’ve gotten her necklace from shauna before they left; shauna saying “it will keep you safe” WHEN REALLY ITS A MARK FOR DEATH. (but shauna doesn’t realize)

— ie. jackie, shauna in the finale of s2, and callie.

[folkloreintime]

7 Days of Taylor Smut - Christmas Edition

Day 5 - unwrap me

summary: Taylor gives you an early gift.

warnings: smut, fem!reader, slight humiliation kink?

word count: 733

You let out a frustrated sigh as you clumsily fiddled with a roll of tape. You were sat on the floor of your apartment you shared with your girlfriend, Taylor, trying to wrap some Christmas presents. Today had been such a perfect day, you woke up together, had a lovely breakfast and then spent the whole day in a quaint seaside town shopping for gifts for your loved ones.

Angrily, you flung the tape to the side, your frustration making your cheeks go red and bringing forth an unceremonious ache in your head. “Hey, Tay? Can you come help me?” You yelled out, looking down at the mess of wrapping paper and tape before you. No reply. “Babe?” You called out in confusion as you had thought Taylor was right in front of you this whole time.

“I have a gift for you, my love. Think of it as an early present.” Taylor shouted out from another room, her voice had an air of enthusiasm and a slight giggle. You furrowed your brow, unsure what to make of the situation. “Close your eyes!” She yelled, still not entering the room.

You shut your eyes and waited, your heart beating a little faster. You heard small footsteps and the crinkle of paper as Taylor stepped in the room. “Shit!” She yelled as she bumped into the chair. You wanted to open your eyes, “Are you okay?” You asked incredulously. “Yes, I’m fine. Open your eyes.” She said, seductively.

You slowly opened your eyes and stood before you, was Taylor. Underneath, she was completely naked but she had wrapped herself in festive wrapping paper. Her makeshift bra was made up of green paper with tiny snowmen on it, her lower section was but a thin strip of paper that barely covered anything, adorned with cats with Santa hats on. Her golden blonde hair was tousled and she had a Santa hat on her head.

“Come unwrap your present.” She whispered, amorously, her blue eyes bored into yours. You were shocked, not expecting her present to be so naughty. Your feet carried themselves as you walked over to her. She smiled at you as you tentatively began to trace your hand around the paper emblazoned on her.

Suddenly, you quickly ripped the paper open, it wasn’t hard as it crumpled to the ground, exposing her breasts. She gasped as the cold air hit them, her pink buds became stiff peaks and her milky flesh became painted with goosebumps. You didn’t touch her though. Relishing in her being in such a vulnerable state, you merely watched her chest breathing up and down.

Her mouth hung slightly open as you moved down to her paper skirt, you pressed your hand directly over her pussy and the slight crinkle of paper was the only sound that filled the room. You began to slightly tear bits off, one by one, teasingly dropping them on the floor in an exaggerated fashion. Her eyes became heavy with temptation and you felt a small flutter of wetness.

As you began to reach the last bits of wrapping, she arched her chest forwards, her nipples brushing your arm. The desire was palpable and her exposed nature was delightfully thrilling. You ripped the last piece off of her, fully exposing her pussy. She gulped, watching your every move.

You reached a hand out to her center and began to slowly rub the pads of your fingers around her clit, not touching her anywhere else. She was already devastatingly wet, her slick immediately gathered on the tips of your fingers. She was defenseless in your care as you began to speed up your movements and then slow down when she let out a gasp or a moan.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as you began to hasten your inclinations. She braced a hand on your shoulder as she reached her climax, her moans became louder as the wave of pleasure came crashing over her. Her breathing was taut and rigid as she came down from her orgasm, she could barely keep steady on her feet.

“Thank you for my present. I loved it. Can’t wait to play with it all day.” You said, teasingly. She looked at you as she caught her breath and said “You didn’t think that was your only present did you?” with a tantalizing smirk on her face.

end.

[hollandsfavbabe]

y/n comforting tom whilst he cries

a/n: ahh sorry this took like forever, and it's so short!

Clean

pairing: tom holland x reader

synopsis: in which y/n helps to break tom’s fear of vulnerability by comforting him after a bad day

warnings: nudity, but it’s not sexual

word count: 1.5k

masterlist

You didn’t hear the squealing of the door hinges as your boyfriend Tom arrived home. You completely missed the sound of his footsteps as he padded across the hardwood floor and you certainly didn’t notice the creaking of steps as he hurried up the stairs to the room you shared, gently closing the door behind him.

It wasn’t entirely your fault, Tom always greeted you warmly with a kiss and a cuddle every time he returned from work, but today was different. You were distracted, your headphones laid atop your unbrushed hair that you had haphazardly tied back, ‘Lover’ by Taylor Swift blaring in your ears as you hummed along. Your hands were busy cutting up some vegetables for dinner as a pan of hot oil sizzled nearby, taking up all your attention. Tom was grateful for your occupance. He was in desperate need of some alone time, enough to hide away the tears streaming down his face so that you would never have to see him at his most vulnerable moment.

He rushed to the bathroom, stripping himself of the clothes he had worn to work and leaving them scattered on the tile. He didn’t have the energy to discard them neatly. Only enough to climb into the shower and turn it onto the coldest setting. He sobbed as the icy spray hit him, letting out all the built up sorrow and melancholy he had built up over the week.

Meanwhile downstairs, you had just set the carrots into the pan with all of the other ingredients when much to your dismay, your music shut off and your wireless headphones played a brief melodic ringtone, a sign that they had died and you could no longer listen to your beloved Tay Tay.

You groaned in annoyance, tearing them off your head and stomping to the charging port nearby.

“Stupid fuc-”

You were cut off by a rather loud noise coming from the second level of your house. Water was running, rushing through the pipes and sprayed out in a muffled rain storm that you could only barely detect from where you stood. You looked to the front door and caught sight of a pair of familiar shoes: Tom’s. You weren’t sure when he got home as you never received your usual greeting. Without further investigation, you rushed up the stairs to your bedroom and followed the sound of water to your connected bathroom. Upon entering you noticed his clothes scattered all over the floor. It was messy and careless, very much unlike the tidy man you knew. Without any hesitation, you crept to the shower curtain.

“Tom?”

Your boyfriend paused, realizing he was no longer alone.

“Love?” he called. His voice was tethering off the edge of breaking, only barely ringing clear.

“Are you okay?” you questioned. “I thought I heard something. I wasn’t sure-”

“I’m fine.” he assured, clearly not at all what he claimed to be.

“Are you sure?”

You sounded so gentle, so caring. It was refreshing after a long work day. Tom couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Maybe���” his voice broke. You were quick to act. You stripped down until every last article of clothing lay scattered on top of Tom’s and placed a hand tentatively on the shower curtain.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked, waiting for his confirmation. You were met with a noise that sounded reminiscent of a hum and without a moment to lose, you stepped in.

You peeled back the shower curtain that separated you from your boyfriend and stepped into the shower stream still fully clothed. The sight that awaited you was heartbreaking.

Besides the obvious shower water that had left Tom soaked, his face was red and his eyes were glossy with tears. You frowned in concern. You never wanted to see the man you loved so dearly feel so horribly. You instantly pulled him into a hug, Tom breaking down as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“Oh babe,” your hands moved to his head, combing through his damp brown curls in a soothing manner. “What happened?”

Tom took a moment to answer, simply seeking comfort in the warmth of your embrace. He lifted his head when he was ready to talk, still wrapped up in your arms as he spoke.

“I’m so sorry y/n. You weren’t meant to see me like this. I’m supposed to be there for you…” he trailed off as he was interrupted by another deep sob. You pulled away from him slightly, loosening your grip so you could look into his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you placed a hand on his cheeks, wiping away one of his tears as it trickled down his face, washed away by the shower stream.

“I’m the one that’s supposed to comfort you, not the other way around. And now I’m ruining your day when we were supposed to have a nice night-”

You shushed him softly, pushing a few strands of stray hair out of his face, smoothing them back before returning your hand to his cheek.

“Hey,” you almost whispered, your voice soft but audible against the roar of the shower. “None of those things are happening. My night’s not ruined and what do you mean you’re supposed to comfort me? We’re here for each other, that’s how a relationship works.”

Tom bowed his head, touching his forehead to yours as a thanks for your support, sniffing as his tears seemed to slow.

“It’s okay to cry Tom, especially if it’s in front of me.”

Another sob erupted from him, but it wasn’t quite as saddening as the latter. It was a release now, a way to cope with whatever was on his mind.

“Thanks love.” he whispered.

“Of course.” you smiled. “Now if you’re comfortable with it, mind explaining what’s made you so upset?”

Tom raised his head before staring down at his feet, frowning at the thought.

“It's work,” he explained. “You remember what today was?”

It hit you instantly. How could you forget? Tom had been talking about it incessantly all week. Besides reshoots which would start up in a few months, it had been Tom’s last day on set as everyone’s favorite superhero; his last time playing Spider-Man. You knew it was a big deal, the role was one of his greatest accomplishments, but you had no idea it would bring him so much sadness.

“I remember, of course I remember.”

Tom was in tears again as he explained his sorrow, opening his soul up to you. He had been so afraid that no one would care, that his privilege overshadowed his suffering. Mostly he was scared that his career wouldn’t go anywhere after the trilogy had been released, that he had hit the pinnacle of his time as an actor and he was only going down from there.

“-and then no one will hire me and I’ll never get a role again!”

“Hey,” you calmed him, pulling his face closer to yours and cupping his cheeks in both of your hands. You couldn’t understand why he would think such things about himself, but no matter the reason you were determined to make him see sense again. “I think you know that none of those things are true. You’re an amazing actor Tom, maybe the best in our generation. This isn’t the end, not at all. Do you think maybe you feel all of this because you miss playing Spider-Man?”

“Maybe,” he agreed. “It’s ridiculous isn’t it.”

“No it’s not,” you assured him. “Of course it’s not. You’ve been playing Spider-Man for years! It would be weird for you to not be sad about it! But he won’t be your last role and who knows, maybe you’ll play him again sooner than you think.”

“You really think so?” he sniffed again. You nodded.

“I know so.”

He smiled, something you had been longing to see since you found out he had arrived home.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

You beamed as he pulled you closer.

“If you want I’m in a bit of a crying mood myself. Want to cuddle and watch a sad movie during dinner?”

He chuckled at that forcing a laugh out of you before he placed his lips upon yours. You could feel his grin through the kiss, his hands snuck up your waist as yours tangled in his hair again. You would’ve stayed like that, happy and pressed together, if it weren’t for an awful smell that pushed you apart.

“What is that?” you asked, nearly gagging as it hit you.

“I have no idea, but it smells like something's burning.”

That’s when it hit you.

“Oh shit! That’s probably dinner.”

Tom shrugged, pulling you close again.

“I think pizza goes better with movie night anyways.”

You smiled at him.

“Pizza it is.”

You pulled him down for one last peck, the shower stream still hot above you until Tom reached back and turned it off.

“We should really take care of that smell though.” he stated, moving to grab his towel as well as yours so that you could exit together.

“Alright,” you agreed, taking the towel from him and wrapping it around your center. “I’m on it.”

[abeinginsand]

Hey for the drawing thing could you either draw swiftli or maybe swiftlowe (Veronica and Cassandra)

and yes I did make this ask just to make that joke. Stupid however much it is.

Swiftli camping adventure! Hehe, I liked the joke!! Thanks for the requests and sorry these took so long, raemeh! I also got an idea for a Nozaki-kun inspired swiftli art while I was sketching this. Will try to work on that this weekend if I have time :) (Written explanation of the sketches below)

A sketchpage of Taylor and Lincoln from dungeons and daddies. The sketches revolve around a camping adventure. The image is mostly white with soft yellow accents plus a bit of red and orange for one scene. There is a flower border in the top left corner and a label that says Swiftli at the top center. The top left scene shows the teens kissing while Lincoln rests his head in Taylor's lap. They are resting on a log with Taylor sitting up and leaning down. Both look flustered and Taylor's tail is moving slightly. The word smooch is written above them. Link has garfield themed apparel on with garfield on his shirt and shorts with the character's stripes on them. The top right scene shows Taylor hanging down from a tree branch and shouting boo to surprise his companion. Link looks very surprised. The scene below this shows Link giving Taylor a ride on his back while he runs with a grin. He says, "Hold on tight, Tay!" Taylor doesn't respond and looks flustered and impressed. He is thinking to himself "why is he being so cool?" The center sketch shows the two sitting together in their tent. They are listening to music with shared earphones and are holding hands. They are looking away from the viewer and music notes float around them. The words written above the tent are Taylor's words: "The moon is beautiful tonight, Link!" Link responds with the words written below the tent: "Oh, that's nice!" Taylor's dialogue is actually a literary reference where the words "I love you" were translated to "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" by author Natsume Soseki. When Link doesn't understand, Taylor most likely does explain...while tucked into his sleeping bag to hide his expression probably. The scene on the center left shows Link listening to Taylor ramble with a fond look while thinking "cute". Last scene at the bottom shows an encounter with a scribbled goopy creature. Taylor's holding onto a wounded Lincoln protectively and his hair and horns are lit up like a flame due to anger. He has his sword cane set a blaze and attacks the enemy, finishing it off. Some ash is shown in the bottom right corner. Next to his sword cane is the phrase "Taste my blade"!

[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

June 2024 - Part 2

June 13 - The Eras Tour, Anfield Stadium, Liverpool, UK N1 - 100th show (x) During the ATW speech, Taylor says that the tour will end in December.

I Can See You x Mine (guitar) & Cornelia Street x Maroon (piano)

Travis at Chiefs Training camp meeting kids sponsored by the Make a Wish Foundation. The little girl is wearing a "Go Taylor's boyfriend" t-shirt that Travis signs.

The Chiefs Super Bowl LVIII Ring ceremony is held in Kansas City. Travis attends with his team and receives his 3rd Super Bowl ring.

Travis below with Quarter Back Patrick Mohomes. The boys are chasing a three-peat!

Taylor is in Liverpool, UK and after her show watches and comments on Chariah Gordon's livestream. I think Taylor really wanted to be there. Travis is pictured below with Chariah Gordon and Mecole Hardman (x)

Travis came up with the winning play of the Super Bowl (x) called the "Tom & Jerry"

Travis likes an IG post from the Pat McAfee Show talking about Travis' future with the Chiefs and his contract extension, while finishing with

"I bet he's inspired as hell by Taylor Swift and what she does. She does all this s***" (x)

June 14 - The Eras Tour, Anfield Stadium, Liverpool, UK, N2

This is What You Came For x Gold Rush (guitar), The Great War x You're Losing Me (piano)

Taylor sings "I survived the Great War" (instead of "we")

ET article about making long distance work for Tay & Trav (x)

The source adds, "They prioritize each other and do anything and everything to make each other happy. Their relationship is genuine and they both want to make it work, so it does."

"Taylor and Travis definitely see a long-term future together and things are continuing to move in that direction," the source tells ET. "Their shared values and love of family keeps them connected."

June 15 - The Eras Tour, Anfield Stadium, Liverpool, UK N3

Carolina x No Body No Crime (guitar) … the murder mashup 😜 & The Manuscript x Red (piano)

June 17, 18, 19 - Tight End University (x)

June 18 - The Eras Tour, Principality Stadium, Cardiff, UK

I Forgot That You Existed x This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (guitar) a message for a certain ex (YB) who has been crying boo hoo to the media perhaps ?? & I Hate It Here x The Lakes (piano)

Travis liked this IG post of Taylor's ; )

June 20 - Travis and Jason Kelce attend 2024 Cannes Lions International Festival of Creativity in Cannes, France.

Travis and Jason promote their New Heights podcast with a panel. The Kelce Effect: Exploring New Heights with Travis and Jason Kelce 

Gracie Abrams releases "Us" written with and featuring Taylor Swift. Gracie shares how Taylor had put out a fire in her kitchen the night they wrote this song see footage (x)

June 21 - The Eras Tour, Wembley Stadium, London UK N1

Travis, Jason & Kylie Kelce, Andrea & Scott Swift, Ross Travis, Liam Hemsworth, Erin Andrews, Charissa Thompson and other friends attend. Prince William, Prince George and Princess Charlotte are in attendance.

This is the first photo Taylor has posted of Travis on IG!!! (x)

Travis captured singing along to Lover looking smitten. Taylor playing it up with Travis in attendance and looking over at him throughout the show (x). She appears to be having a brilliant night and leaves back of stage arm in arm with Travis.

Hits Different x Death By A Thousand Cuts (guitar) & The Black Dog x Come Back Be Here x Maroon (piano)

June 22 - The Eras Tour, Wembley Stadium, London UK N2

The VIP tent is packed - Travis, Jason & Kylie Kelce (Jason wearing TS t-shirt) Tom Cruise, Greta Gerwig, Ashton Kutcher, Mila Kunis, David Foster.

ThanK you aIMee x Mean (guitar) & Castles Crumbling feat. Hayley Williams (piano)

June 23 - The Eras Tour, Wembley Stadium, London UK N3

Travis Kelce makes a surprise appearance on stage at Wembley night 3 (x)

Is this real? Did Travis really come out on stage in the intro to "I Can Do It With A Broken Heart"???? I need 13 business days to recover!

Out of the Woods x Is it Over Now x Clean (guitar) & Us with Gracie Abrams (guitar & piano)

Travis and Taylor head out after the show with friends. They are seen leaving at 4am

June 24 - ET online (x). Referring to Travis' Eras Tour stage debut, a source tells ET ...

"Taylor and Travis have recently discussed Travis making an appearance onstage at the Eras Tour, when timing was right, and they finally made it happen, Travis was so excited to support Taylor onstage, and Taylor couldn't be happier to feature him, especially during such a fun, pivotal scene in the show. Travis only had one night of rehearsal, the evening before he performed onstage, and didn't miss a beat. Taylor was beaming from ear to ear as Travis took on the dapper role. The two are hoping he can make a cameo again in the future."

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[nuwildcat]

Trick or treat! 👻🧡👻

Precious! You're back! We missed you around here!

Okay so I had a lot of fun with the last prompt treat so I'm going to stick with that. Randomly generated spooky identity, fortune teller.

Also...clearly this one got away from me a bit. Oh well!

Kinn steps into the perfumed tent with Tay's hand firmly on the center of his back to ensure he doesn't back out. He's lost this bet, but Kinn is not going to make this easy for the two assholes he calls friends. The room he steps into is draped in velvet and softly lit by golden light. There's a scent that he can't put his finger on lingering in the air.

"It's about time you came to see me, Anakinn."

Kinn's head snaps in the direction of the voice as Tay leans around him to get a peek too.

"Oh shit," Tay says softly, and Kinn can't help but agree.

Seated at a table is one of the most stunning creatures Kinn has ever seen. Smokey eyes, tempting plush lips, and a jaw line Kinn would like to bite.

"Have a seat," the man says, gesturing to the empty chairs at the table.

As they make their way toward the table, Kinn leans down to mutter to Tay, "Did you give him my name?"

Tay shakes his head and then shoves Kinn into a chair before perching on the second, his face eager.

"How does this work?" Kinn asks, eyeing the mysterious man.

"Phoenix does readings," Tay explains. "You have to tell him what it is you want read though."

"Readings?" Kinn says, doubt dripping through his words.

Phoenix shrugs, still eyeing Kinn like he knows something that Kinn doesn't. It's beyond irritating.

"If you want to know something, I can tell you your fate." The smirk on the fortune teller's face only makes Kinn bristle more.

Kinn leans back in his chair. He isn't going to let this Phoenix guy get under his skin. "Fine. Tell me my fortune."

The fortune teller pics up a deck of cards and slowly starts to shuffle them. Kinn tries very hard to not stare at the man's hands, but Tay's snicker means he doesn't do a very good job.

"What do you want to know about?" Phoenix asks as he continues to shuffle the deck.

Kinn goes to open his mouth, but Phoenix stops him by holding up his hand.

"Don't tell me," Phoenix says. "Tell the cards."

Holding the deck up and reaching across the table, the fortune teller stops right in front of Kinn's face.

"Gently, like you would a lover."

Kinn stares at Phoenix, the smokey eyes captivating him and pulling Kinn in closer. Leaning just a bit closer, Kinn makes sure his breath will tickle across the fortune teller's fingers as he whispers, "Tell me about my new role."

Kinn watches the tiny flinch that Phoenix tries to hide, and he smirks at getting the other man to crack. The man shuffles the cards artfully one more time before laying the deck down on the table.

He draws the first card, placing it down on the table. Kinn reads the card's name. The Hanged Man. He flinches back instinctively.

"No," Phoenix says, "that card is not a death warning."

"What does it mean?" Tay asks.

Phoenix hums and then says, "It means to trust your intuition."

Kinn breathes in deeply. He doesn't believe this, it's not real. But still, seeing that card right after his talk with his father this afternoon. It's off putting.

The fortune teller flips the next card. This one is upside down and Kinn watches Phoenix frown.

"What?" he asks.

Phoenix looks up at him through his lashes and Kinn has a sudden vision of the man doing that in a very different setting.

"The Wheel of Fortune in reverse."

Kinn and Tay share a concerned look.

"It would seem that karma is coming to collect for you soon, Anakinn."

"Kinn." He has no idea what compels him to correct the other man. "Call me Kinn."

Giving him a nod, Phoenix turns back to the deck, flipping the next card. He smiles as he says, "The Fool. Interesting."

Kinn can't resist leaning in now. There's something about this man, a captivating element of him that draws you in like a black hole. You want to look even if you know it's dangerous.

"This card," Phoenix says while tapping his finger on The Fool, "is a card that represents chance. You have a fateful meeting in your future."

Phoenix pauses for a moment, resting his hand on the top of the deck. He breathes in deeply and Kinn finds himself doing the same.

"The final card." Nimble fingers pluck the card from the top of the deck and flip it before placing it in front of Kinn. "The Magician."

A smile curls across the mysterious man's face and it only enhances his beauty.

"The Magician is a card that represents talent and power. Whatever it is you need to be successful, you have it at your fingertips."

As smokey dark eyes flicker up to meet Kinn's he realizes just how far he's leant over the table. Jerking back, Kinn tries to play it cool, but the humor that dances in those eyes tells him he fails.

Kinn looks down at the card in front of him. "So what does it all mean?"

"My best guess?" Phoenix says. "You go with your gut on whatever business venture you're working on and get screwed until someone comes along to help you. And through that person all your good fortune stems. But I'm just the silly fortune teller, so who knows."

Kinn isn't likely to forget the Cheshire grin the other man had given them as Tay and Kinn left the little tent. It was just a bit too knowing for Kinn's tastes.

Three days later, with an ache in his ribs and armed men at his back, Kinn runs for his life. His meeting with Don had not gone to plan and now he's fucked.

He takes a chance, bursting through a partially open door and into the back room of some shop. He's panting and his legs are starting to shake.

There's a man in the room smoking with his head tipped back.

Kinn turns to find the men who have been chasing him crashing through the door. Frantic he turns back to the other man about to ask for help, but the words freeze in his throat.

"Hello, Kinn," Phoenix says with a smile. "I knew we'd meet again."

[teacup-tai]

Hi tai, your wlw stories are SO GOOD! loved the snip you shared about Fleur/Pansy! I recently read your pansmione stories Nicotine/Linger and Breaking wild roses and was stunned by the way you write femslash. I know you like drarry, but you should most definitely focus on wlw stories. It's what you do best!

Aye, nonnie! You are so very right! wlw is my comfort zone, the place i probably thrive the most, because it's what passionates me to write. I agree with you, my drarry fics are not as good as my wlw. Unless we talk about Dragons Don't Know Paradise (50k, E, Drarry + Wolfstar) or Rebel Rebel (6k, E, Wolfstar), which are my personal faves.

For those who want to read my wlw works here we go:

Nicotine/Linger (26k E, Pansmione)

Pansy has been living a slow Muggle life in Ireland for five years now. Managing her anxiety and trauma with one too many drinks, way more anonymous fucks in loos than strictly advised, wonderful Muggle friends and a job that keeps her hands busy. Life is kinda alright -though a tad bit fucked up- until she stumbles into Hermione Granger in the Muggle Hospital.

This is a story about childhood enemies trying a tentative friendship far from the chaotic magical world. A tale about falling in love with the cute golden lesbian and the slow, ginger path of reconnecting with things that make you feel whole.

Breaking wild roses (stings like love's pain) (1,5k, E, Pansmione)

I feel like a scream is stuck inside my chest, creeping up in the deep dark hollow of my throat. It’s a mix of pain and agony. So to keep it down, I open my mouth and fill it with your soft, tender flesh. The bronze skin of your shoulder right against my tongue.

Scorching (1,5k, E, Pansmione)

We don't know how, but they're in this badly lit bathroom, having delicious crazy sex. And Hermione is left completely shaken. Porn without plot.

A Pleasure of Our Own (wip snip, Fleur/Pansy)

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edit: on another note, I wish all drarry fests alowed wlw fics LMAO I would write much more indeed. hahaha

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

In her answer to the "get to know your moots better" tag game, @justaboot mentioned she'd love to go backpacking in Ireland.

As someone who lives here, I am making this post for anyone who wants to visit Ireland at any point, and I figure now's as good a time as any.

Weather

It rains like 24/7 here so bring a fucking rain coat. And an umbrella. I'm so serious. There will be mornings where you'll leave your hotel/tent/wherever you're staying and you'll think "It doesn't look like it's going to rain" NO. BRING THE COAT. The sky is lying to you. Just because it doesn't look like it'll rain does NOT mean it's not gonna rain!!

The west and north tend to get worse weather, but rain happens everywhere here.

History

Not gonna get into it here because that'd be wayyyy too long of a post, but a lot of our tourist attractions rely on people having at least some kind of knowledge of Irish history and/or folklore. It's interesting, if a bit depressing at times, but I'm pretty sure that goes for all countries.

Long story short we were under British control for a really really really REALLY long-ass time, and we fought like hell to get our independence. Oh - speaking of which, if you're anywhere near the border between the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, it's a good idea to avoid wearing orange ESPECIALLY in or around July. This is because orange is seen as a symbol of Unionist beliefs (ie, the belief that Ireland should be part of the UK) and it's a REALLY touchy subject for a lot of people. Do your research. Trust me on that.

Language

First off, most people speak English here (unless you're in a Gaeltacht region, where people mainly speak Irish. These are located in Cork, Donegal, Galway, Kerry, Meath, Mayo and Waterford, and they can be a great cultural experience but it's not for the faint of heart.) However, there are like a zillion different regional accents so good fucking luck trying to understand people 😂😂

The way Irish people talk has some nice quirks, some of which I'll share here.

Craic (pronounced "crack") No, it's not drugs. The word craic generally means a good time or other happenings. There are three main ways the word is used.

"What's the craic?" = What's up?/Any news?

To have the craic = To have fun, especially at a party

"No craic" = Boring, nothing happening at all.

If someone invites you for a "cuppa" or better yet, a "cupán tae" (pronounced "cup awn tay") they want you to come in and have a cup of tea with them. This is usually accompanied by a LOT of small talk, which Irish people are experts at.

Other expressions vary WILDLY by county and sometimes even by region, so I'm afraid I'm not much help to you here.

Things To Do Here

First off, our restaurants are quite overpriced, as are our hotels. However, our healthcare is fairly cheap.

We have SO MUCH NATURAL SCENERY. If the weather allows, definitely go out and explore it! Just watch out if you're hiking, as the rain makes a lot of places muddy and slippy, so maybe bring the good hiking boots. We also don't have a lot of animals that can kill you, which is great!

As I mentioned, we have a lot of places to go that are based in our history, and they can be great places to learn about Ireland's past. But if you're not interested in history (which is fine) there are plenty of other options. We have a wax museum in Dublin, a theme park called Emerald Park (formerly Tayto Park, after an Irish potato chip brand) and a LOT of great theatres, pubs and clubs. Oh yes, if there's one thing we do well here, it's our night life!

We even have a coastal trail called the Wild Atlantic Way, which stretches all the way up our western coastline, from Cork to Donegal.

And lastly, if you're in the area, there is this fucking LEGENDARY ice cream parlour in Sligo called Mammy Johnstons. It's RIGHT next to the beach, and (in my limited experience) it's the BEST ice cream place in the country.

So yeah! Enjoy your trip!

🇮🇪🇮🇪🇮🇪

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Colin Wright

Published: May 26, 2024

It is completely inexcusable that there are no representatives who acknowledge biological sex as binary and immutable at this symposium.

One month ago, I was alerted about an upcoming symposium on sex and gender organized by the National Human Genome Research Institute (NHGRI), an institute of the National Institutes of Health (NIH), in a thread on X by trans rights activist and biologist Jey McCreight.

McCreight was responding to a series of posts by JK Rowling, who offered £1,000,000 pounds to any woman who could prove she had Klinefelter syndrome. A trans-identified male X user named Taylor came forward claiming to be “a chick with Mosaic Klinefelter syndrome,” and asked when he would be paid. Rowling responded, “The cheque will be written the moment I see proof of no Y chromosome!” To my knowledge, Taylor has not yet provided such proof.

McCreight weighed in, proudly touting her credentials: “JK Rowling is not an expert in genetics. But I am!” She then made pseudoscientific assertions about “chromosomal sex” while ironically accusing Rowling and her supporters of having a “5th grade understanding of biology.”

The following day, McCreight shared a screenshot of a message she received from the National Human Genome Research Institute (NHGRI). The message thanked her for tagging them in her post and informed her about “a two-day symposium in July that will bring together experts from the biological and social sciences to clarify (not resolve!) the complexity of sex categorization.”

Registration for the symposium, titled “Exploring the many dimensions of sex and gender in the genomics era,” opened on May 19, and the “tentative agenda” was revealed.

However, despite the event's stated purpose of bringing “experts from the biological and social sciences to clarify and contextualize – but not resolve – the complexities around sex, gender, and genomics by considering them in their scientific, ethical, and historical contexts,” the list of presenters is ideologically homogeneous, consisting entirely of activist scientists and radical gender ideologues.

Here’s the agenda:

Who are these people? Let’s take a look:

One of the speakers is Julia Serano, a self-described activist who writes about sex on her blog. Serano believes that sex is “a collection of sexually dimorphic traits" that, with the exception of chromosomes, can be changed with hormones and surgery to literally change a person’s sex. She has described the claim that “trans women are biological males” as “a myth.”

Another presenter, Beans Velocci, stated in a recent article in Cell, that “sex is an incoherent category, one that has perhaps outlived its use.” Velocci says that belief in the reality of sex categories “fuels ongoing arguments about the purportedly biological reasons that transgender (and especially nonbinary) people are not deserving of rights or do not even exist.”

And what would a symposium about sex be without Anne Fausto-Sterling? She will also be in attendance. Fusto-Sterling is responsible for the pseudoscientific assertion that there are “5 sexes” and the originator of the widely debunked 1.7% statistic for so-called “intersex” conditions. She believes biological sex is a multi-level/variate spectrum. Or a social construct. Or both. Or neither. It’s unclear.

Patrick Grzanka, an associate professor of psychology and chair of the Women, Gender & Sexuality Interdisciplinary Program at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville, will also be present. You might remember Grzankafrom Matt Walsh’s documentary, “What Is a Woman?” He was the guy who refused to say that a “trans woman” is a “male” and stated that “invoking the the word ‘truth’” was “condescending and rude.”

Then there’s Catherine Clune-Taylor, an Assistant Professor of Gender and Sexuality Studies at Princeton. Her dissertation is titled “From Intersex to DSD: A Foucauldian Analysis of the Science, Ethics and Politics of the Medical Production of Cisgendered Lives.” In a book chapter for The Routledge Handbook of Feminist Philosophy of Science titled “Is Sex Socially Constructed?”, Clune-Taylor argues that “our understanding of biological sex and its multiple material components – is shaped by socio-culturally and temporally specific meanings, and material arrangements.” She also contends that what we typically refer to as “sex differences” are “better characterized as material effects of development within a gendered environment than evidence of naturally binary sex.”

Melissa Wilson, an evolutionary and computational biologist at Arizona State, does not necessarily fit the typical activist profile. However, based on her posts on X, she appears to believe that sex is a non-binary “spectrum.”

Sam Sharpe, a PhD candidate at Kansas State University, self-describes as “a trans and intersex person” who has “been involved in trans and intersex activism since 2016.” Sharpe calls for a “more inclusive understanding of sex diversity” and believes Lia Thomas is being discriminated against for “failing to conform to expectations of cisnormative white femininity.” Sharpe says that “biological sex is complex, variable, not fully understood, and definitely not a binary,” and blames the binary view of sex on “capitalism.”

Cassius Adair, who is moderating a session, has a PhD in English from the University of Michigan. According to his website, he provides “queer and trans storytelling consulting for popular podcasts and public radio programs” and serves as a “transgender sensitivity reader.”

Paisley Currah, a professor of political science and women’s and gender studies at Brooklyn College, is also an author and trans rights activist. He published a book in 2022 titled Sex Is as Sex Does, which argues against sex classification laws.

Ross Brooks, another presenter, is a historian focusing on the “queer history of science.” He served as a contributing editor for a queer-themed edition of Viewpoint: The Magazine of the British Society for the History of Science, with the goal of “Queering the Museum.”

Christopher Donohue is a historian of science at the National Human Genome Research Institute. His research “uses the history and present manifestations of eugenics, scientific racism, ableism, heteronormativity and their complex connections to contemporary genomics and medicine to facilitate meaningful and difficult conversations that promote equity and confront past and present wrongs.” His specific views on the biology of sex are unclear, but the activist language saturating his work is indicative.

Os Keys is a PhD candidate at the University of Washington, and describes himself as a “genderfucky nightmare goth.” An LGBTQ+ activist, Keys has blocked me on X, although we have never interacted.

Liz Dietz works at the NIH and researches “bioethics as it pertains to disability rights and LGBTQ issues” designed to “let us reckon with the past.” It is unclear what her views on the biology of sex are, but the activist language in her research is suggestive.

Kellan Baker, a health services researcher at the Whitman-Walker Institute, identifies as a trans man and LGBTQ+ activist. Baker claims to “have been every letter in the LGBTQ acronym.” Baker’s research focuses on “data equity,” and Baker has argued against binary sex classification forms.

Isabel Goldman is a trans-identifying male and an inclusion and diversity officer at Cell Press. Goldman has approvingly shared the quote “Science’s rigid commitment to binary sex and gender quashes creativity and limits progress.” Goldman has also claimed that “the categorization of people into binary, immutable sexes at birth is as much of a social construct as gender is.”

Lastly, Nikki Stevens (they/them), is a postdoctoral researcher at MIT writing a book about “abolition(ist) tech and white supremacy.” Stevens works in a “Data + Feminism Lab” that studies “data activism practices of trans-led groups in the United States.” Stevens has given talks titled “Breaking the Binary.”

That’s everyone.

One thing is clear: this is not a serious symposium concerned with truth and deepening our understanding of sex and gender in genomics—it’s a gender activism strategy session. It is completely inexcusable that there are no representatives who acknowledge biological sex as binary and immutable at this symposium. It is imperative that the NHGRI extend an invitation to individuals like Carole Hooven, Emma Hilton, Heather Heying, Jerry Coyne, Richard Dawkins, or myself, who can offer a different, and scientifically accurate, perspective.

The NHGRI must immediately rectify their error.

==

This is like a conference of Flat Earthers, homeopathy, alien abductionists and Bigfoot hunters.

Note: "Jey" McCreight is Jen McCreight, who organized "Boobquake," a rally which came in reaction to nonsensical Islamic pseudoscience.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boobquake#Inception

The Boobquake rally served to protest news reports of controversial beliefs espoused by Hojatoleslam Kazem Seddiqi, an Islamic religious authority in Iran. Seddiqi blamed women who dress immodestly for causing earthquakes. On April 19, 2010, it was reported that Seddiqi advised his listeners that "Many women who do not dress modestly lead young men astray, corrupt their chastity and spread adultery in society, which increases earthquakes" and Iranians should "adapt their lives to Islam's moral codes" to avoid being "buried under the rubble".

She subsequently cut off her boobs and claims she's a "he/they."

"Science in progress." 🤡🤡🤡

[ariendiel]

Henrik x Tai relationship headcanons

Here you go, anon, hope you approve 🌿

Henrik x Tai Relationship Headcanons

Tai would definitely shoot his shot here, right? Sliding into Henrik's DMs about a hike that Henrik's on and saying he wish he were there etc. 😏

Henrik wouldn't catch on immediately, but he's also not slow, you know? So he'd eventually pick up on the flirting and Tai is hot, so why not?

Honestly, I think they'd just send each other flirty messages while slowly also becoming friends. They have a lot in common after all, and I think Tai is genuinely interested in joining Henrik on one of his excursions.

I also think Henrik would enjoy trying his hand at some pottery. Mostly because I want them to have Ghost moment, but also I think Henrik in general would enjoy it and Tai would love to teach him.

Even though they're both quite chill and easygoing, I feel like it'd be a slowburn romance. Neither feel the need to rush, and instead just enjoy getting to know each other over time.

Henrik will of course want to visit and explore New Zealand with Tai, and I feel like it's on that trip it'd truly blossom into a romantic relationship. Maybe they're tenting and get caught in a rainstorm, and as they spend their evening together inside the tent things slowly heat up until they share a 🔥moment🔥

I can see them not wanting to make a big deal out of dating either, it just feels natural so why make a big fuzz you know? Still, they do share photos of each other on insta with the most adorable captions.

They'd for sure get at least one dog, and have a cabin in Sweden as well as a small home in New Zealand. They're not set on one place though, and also enjoy visiting their friends and family in the UK.

I can see them lasting, maybe even adopting a child or two together. They'd honestly be such great and goofy dads.

Friendships and relationships headcanons masterpost

[konnoiseur]

I see from your previous post that you probably don’t have a very high opinion of Raven and Taiyang. Could I tease those thoughts out? Thoughts on Phoenix and what their pre-canon relationship could’ve looked like?

I ask because it’s my obsession right now, but by all means go to town if you’ve got something scathing to say.

oh man. tai and raven.

i mean okay let me just start point blank with i dont care about team strq. i truly do not care.

-summer up until v9 has had approximately No Importance to the story beyond tropey dead parent backstory. and now shes a liar who (unintentionally) framed ozpin, and favored her birth daughter over yang (at least in my eyes by virtue of leaving her emblem to ruby and nothing to yang)

-raven was never all that interesting to me back in the day beyond a cool design that seemed like a genderbent adam tbh and then when we did get to know her she was genuinely someone i wondered if the writers were TRYING to make her stupid on purpose. and NOW shes a massive fucking hypocrite who ALSO framed ozpin and she and summer heavily contributed to the reason the mains didnt trust ozpin which spiraled into them not trusting ironwood and well we saw where that went

-qrow was easily and obviously the best due to being the only one that actually mattered but theyve sanded off his flaws and uniqueness over time to where i kinda hope he gets killed off soon bc i cant stand to see him either get with robyn or get the shiro voltron treatment where he gets with some no name guy to appease fair game shippers.

-and tai... hes point blank a terrible parent, to where qrow "i was raised by bandits and have a bad luck semblance and crippling alcoholism" had to be the dad that stepped up. hes not a good teacher, he seemingly didnt give a shit about ruby, a teenager, trekking across the world with only other teenagers he didnt know despite knowing that a) his first lover was in mistral and kills huntsmen and b) his second lover was presumably killed for her silver eyes, the trait ruby shares, he apparently never talked with yang about her semblance despite being their teacher at signal and it took her maiming another student on live television and her nearly dying in a terrorist attack to actually talk to her? he sucks lol

like i know ppl want team strq backstory and while i would prefer that over the fucking justice league crossover, i simply do not care at this point

ALL THAT TO SAY. raven and tai and summers dynamic is Weird to me? like he moved on from raven So Fast and ravens motivations are so stupid i cant. she says "the tribe is our family" and then we see the 'tribe' and its literally like a gang of criminals that live in tents and steal and murder people. they never show us anything that makes me understand why raven would want to go back to them? even if theyre ""family"" theyre shitty??? idk

i would love to hear what YOUR feelings are though ! maybe you can illuminate something i cant see haha

[womanexile]

taylor is pissed at joe for sure. I don't know if he actually cheated on her, but he went behind her back and announced the breakup, then he and emma both paid for articles about them to came out all of that using taylor’s name. and that's all everyone was talking about and that's also why we have to see ratty following her around glued to her like a tick, taylor turned again the narrative about her by “dating” a very controversial guy, if she was dating fernando alonso for exemple wouldn’t cause half the stir that matt is doing, bad press it’s still press. some fans get really offended and refuse to believe when people say their idol is doing a pr stunt, when is actually the most common thing in the industry and for tay you can see it's actually working because I don't think people remember who emma laird is anymore, all people can talk about now is how a shitty person matt is and how the hell is possible for taylor date a guy like that. she could also hide a real relationship that she’s having I mean two birds with one stone

I’m really just starting to think her & joe did just grow apart. I think she got mad about him telling everyone they broke up before she was ready for people to know. Then she went to that dinner with Jack & I think that’s when they planned this thing with Matty. After that she went to all those dinners with friends that unfollowed joe. She was telling them this Matty plan. Those are all the same people that he has shared a vip tent with at the tour.

[40sandfabulousaf]

大家好! Out of compassion for Palestinians, I'm using a photo of my watermelon snack instead of an exercise one to begin the post. If Israel really opens new aid routes into Gaza instead of paying lip service, it takes time for food, clean water, blankets and medicines to be distributed to the masses. How many innocent civilians would've starved to death by then? Let's not forget that the majority of the population has had their homes destroyed.

China didn't even come close to doing what is being done to Gaza in Xinjiang and hypocritical nations, especially those which continue to arm Israel, accuse it of genocide. Please, just WHO is committing genocide? People in Xinjiang are well fed and sheltered against the elements. In Gaza, Palestinians are destitute, suffering from malnutrition and starvation, live in makeshift tents and are constantly in fear for their lives. The double standards under the rules based order are abundantly clear.

When boycotts of MacDonald's, Starbucks and other American brands began as a result of this Gaza war, several mainstream media tried to downplay the effects the boycotts will have on these giant conglomerates. I sniggered when I read their claims and my skepticism was right. Since then MacDonald's sales plunged in the Middle East as well as other Muslim countries. Starbucks has been similarly affected. Whilst MacDonald's is taking over all its franchisees in Israel hoping to exert better control on their PR, I think they're missing the point. As long as the US continues to arm Israel in this genocidal war, it's likely these boycotts will continue no matter their PR spin.

Moving onto food, noodles are very popular on social media, and rightly so, because they're so delicious. There's much more variety than the few types content creators are slurping down though. 1 of them is bee tai mak in Hokkien or lou shu fun in Cantonese. Both refer to short rice noodles with a springy QQ texture that resemble udon. I love them and when my usual breakfast haunt serves them, I'll usually order some. These noodles come in 'black' (with dark soy sauce) or 'white' (without) and both taste great! If you're visiting my country and looking to veer of the beaten culinary track, bee tai mak is something you might want to try.

I haven't shared as many cooking videos lately. The war in Gaza is something I follow closely. The level of starvation there is so acute that it would be insensitive to feature content from creators residing in countries which continue to arm Israel. I just can't bring myself to do it. The sight of civilians reduced to mere skin and bone haunts me at night. Recently, there was a New York post article attempting to frame famine in Gaza as a myth. In this part of the world where people are well read, we don't buy into their propaganda. Suffering shouldn't be trivialised, that is immoral. 下次见!

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swiftli + anxiety 👀👀👀

Thank you for the ask, cookies ✨ :D ---

All six teens are setting up camp for the night in what they used to think was Faerun or often now called 'Old Earth'. Dood and Scary are setting up the fire while Lincoln and Normal set up the tents. Lastly, Hermie is setting out the bedrolls with Taylor. Each pair is making good work of their tasks, various conversations going on as they work together. Most of what Taylor and Hermie talk about is musical and anime related with a few thinly veiled pain level questions mixed in there. They both weren't the best at watching over themselves but recently they settled on forming a pact to keep an eye on each other. Hermie insisted on calling it a pact and Taylor didn't mind--sounded pretty cool and mysterious after all.

Eventually all tasks are complete and the teens share a few snacks while sitting around the fire. They all agree to watch the campsite in shifts throughout the night with Scary volunteering to take first shift.

When she wakes Taylor up to take over, she says nothing happened outside of a few birds and other forest creatures wandering around. That's good news and he quickly gets up, ready to start patrolling. He keeps his cane in one hand and his other sword in his right hand as he carefully looks around the perimeter. The first hour is as peaceful as his friend described. The second hour is different. Their taking a moment to lean against a tree and resting their legs, when he hears three distant noises in this order: A howl "Stay right there!" The sound of crushing and tearing He can't see any silhouettes from where he is, the sound coming from the far distance. The ranger stands up fully, eyes glowing a bright red in the dark as he watches and listens for anything more. He holds his sword upward, readying to strike and grips his cane's handle, preparing to pull the sword out of it too if need be. Except, nothing happens after that. Heck, everyone takes a shift (except Dood) and no one even hears anything strange outside of him either! Every later report should have relieved Taylor. Instead, he kept wondering if whatever the source was--was waiting for some reason to strike again when everyone was comfortable. He stayed up all night, had too. Pretending to be asleep but secretly listening as shifts passed. Come the last, early morning shift, exhaustion nearly dragged him away, eyes drifting closed...

A howl "Stay right there!" The sound of crushing and tearing His mind quickly reminded him why he should stay awake. To make things even worse, recounting that 'stay right there' made him realize that voice sounded similar to Willy's too. They still hadn't met up with him again so far but they all knew it could happen at any time.

What if it was this time? Even if it was, the teen swore to do all his could to prevent anyone getting ambushed or hurt again. This is how Taylor ends up being one of the first people to get up. He's still patrolling the camp perimeter, his bedroll folded up and tucked back into his bag. He can hear the others starting to wake up and opts to continue pacing instead of greeting them. There's the smell of food and echoes of groggy good mornings next. He keeps his eyes on the distance while taking a step forward to do one more circle. But stops when someone puts a hand on their shoulder from behind. Reflexively, he grabs the hand and puts his weight into a toss that sends the person tumbling right over him. He doesn't manage to catch himself though, knees betraying him and sending him to the ground too. He uses his cane to prevent a complete face plant. Grits his teeth next and juts his sword at the fallen person's throat. His skin feels like he's on fire, pupils turned to narrowed slits and the edges of the back of his hair now engulfed in demonic red and orange flames. "Tay...Taylor, wait! It's me. Just Link. Breakfast is ready and I noticed you were gone. Hermie mentioned you were over here, so I said I'd come get you." "Oh." The ranger stares for a few minutes, blinking slowly, blade tip only an inch shy of his best friend's neck. Link doesn't look afraid, only concerned. There is a bag of mini muffins in one of the soccer player's hands too. Other hand now on the blade and moving it out of his face. The sword lowers easily now that Taylor's aware of who he almost sliced and diced.

The cautious teen still feels hot, too hot, and tense from nerves. His knees are hurting from the fall and arms as well from tossing someone much taller than he is. On any other day, the teen would celebrate successfully pulling off the move. With no sleep and the compulsion to patrol more, all he does instead is look away from his friend again and over to that familiar point in the distance. Its not any different than before but could be soon. Or maybe it wouldn't change, things could be fine, everyone else seemed to think so after all. Lincoln is standing the next time he looks back over and helps him get back up. "We really should go back for now." "I'm not done though." "But, listen to me, you should get something to eat before we go." "Well, I think I need to keep watch more instead, okay? There were weird sounds and someone was out there....What if its the Mayor or Willy or both!" Its only when he hears an echo of his own voice and sees Link's now widened eyes that he realizes he shouted that response. Taylor feels nauseous right away and looks down to his own hands with frustration. He squeezes the colorful grip on his cane and closes his eyes. Tried to think of something calming or distracting and he latches onto arguing with Hermie yesterday. It was a disagreement over some musical lyrics that truthfully neither of them fully remembered. Then, that train of thought gets him thinking on the pact again and he takes another breath. Within a few minutes of this, flames now wrapped around his tail, horns, body, and in his hair disappear like blown out candles. He opens his eyes again. Link's still there, staring at him with one hesitant hand reached out. Taylor musters a muttered apology for the shouting and takes his hand. Neither of them say much else outside Lincoln's own apology. The awkwardness wrapped around them as they walk back to camp in silence. Taylor's....tired and Lincoln is afraid he'll say something that might upset him again. Its obvious something's off to everyone else too when they walk over. Taylor sits down between Hermie and Lincoln. The uncle and nephew--cousins--siblings--have a little whispered exchange that the soccer player can't quite make out. It ends with Taylor sharing a packet of muffins with the actor though so Lincoln's is relieved. Breakfast is quiet for the next few minutes until, surprisingly, Dood breaks the silence with an assortment of corny, very dad-like jokes. Including a few with the classic two part set-up. Only the eldtritch teen forgot to give anyone a chance to answer until Normal explained that part. Apparently, Scary had shared a joke book with her recently. One of Terry Junior's old favorite books. Dood's earnest delivery of the jokes manages to get a few laughs even from Hermie. Taylor hadn't laughed at all, instead, he only contributed a bit of snoozing, having drifted off while leaning against Lincoln's shoulder. Hermie took the rest of the muffins from now lax hands, gave Linc a warning type of look, and went to go talk with Normal. The curly, brown-haired boy pointedly ignored the look and carefully moved Taylor around so that his head was resting in his lap. The teen smiles at some of Taylor's murmured sleep talk, making out a few character names and random desserts. When a morning breeze passes through some minutes later, he softly lays his jacket over his companion like a blanket and hopes whatever good dream he is having continues.

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Wild Camping in Pitlochry | Camping Divine

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Wild Camping in Pitlochry | Camping Divine

Pitlochry is a hidden gem nestled amidst the stunning landscapes of Perthshire, a county in the heart of Central Scotland. Travellers seeking an immersive experience there should bring their wild camping tents and explore its rugged beauty.

With its lush forests, crystal-clear streams, and majestic Munros, Pitlochry offers an unparalleled opportunity to become closer to nature. Before you set off on your adventure out in the Scottish countryside, picking the right camping spot is essential.

In this guide, we will share our recommendations for the best places to wild camp near Pitlochry. You will learn everything you need to know to guarantee a nice balance between safety and enjoyment during your trip.

The 7 best camping spots near Pitlochry

We have compiled in this section the seven campsites you should strongly consider if you’re wild camping in Pitlochry. From serene lakeside locations to remote forest clearings, there is truly something on our list for every camper. We will also highlight below the outstanding scenery, outdoor activities, and wildlife sightings you may expect if you choose to stay at that campsite.

1) Milton of Fonab Caravan Park

This family-run caravan park is situated on the banks of River Tummel. On the other side, you will be treated to the sights of the surrounding hills and greenery. With such incredible views, wild camping here can be pretty relaxing, especially if you try using the on-site sauna and steam room.

Explorers will also likely find this caravan park convenient. It is near several trekking and cycling trails that will take you around the nearby mountains, loch, and river. The Blair Drummond Safari Park is only a few minutes away from the campsite. Visiting this local attraction will give you the opportunity to experience the park’s interactive activities with lions, tigers, and elephants, to name a few.

2) Grandtully Station Campsite

This wild camping spot between Pitlochry and Aberfeldy will make it easier for you to explore Perthshire and the Grandtully rapids of River Tay, one of the top destinations for white-water rafting. Given its location, it’s also perfect if you want to go on a boat trip on the river for a relaxing tour of the Scottish countryside.

Grandtully Station Campsite welcomes backpackers and car campers alike. They have hard-standing pitches for heavy vehicles, while tent pitches are placed near the old station platform. We also appreciate how liveable it is. Guests can use the showers with hot water, wash clothes in the laundry room, and prepare meals in the kitchen and campfire area.

3) Blair Castle Caravan Park

Standing within the grounds of the 18th-century Blair Castle and Gardens, this wild camping spot in Pitlochry is steeped in history and charm. It caters to a wide range of travellers by offering camping pitches, caravan pitches, holiday homes, and lodges.

In addition to the tourist spots in Pitlochry, the Blair Castle Caravan Park serves as an excellent base for visiting the Cairngorms National Park, one of the largest of its kind in the UK. It’s the perfect spot for nature lovers. You also don’t have to go far if you yearn for peaceful walks through beautiful landscapes because the Blair Castle Estate allows travellers to take strolls in its gardens and parkland.

4) Aberfeldy Caravan Park

The Aberfeldy Caravan Park is a family-friendly wild camping spot near the Pitlochry and its namesake, the town of Aberfeldy. Those who want to learn more about the culture should check out both towns to get a taste of the local cuisine and learn about the process of whisky distillery. However, if you prefer preparing and cooking your meals, you may do so at the campgrounds because it features a kitchen and a shared campfire.

We recommend staying in this campsite if you want to take on the challenge of the Rob Roy Way, a 128-kilometre walking trail that connects Drymen to Pitlochry. Along the way, you will get to admire the magnificent views of the rivers, lochs, and mountains, including the Schiehallion, which is the highest mountain in the area.

5) Glengoulandie Camping and Caravanning

Though smaller than most of the campsites on our list, Glengoulandie stands out because of its excellent location in the heart of Perthshire. It is a few miles from Pitlochry and almost in the middle between the Cairngorms National Park and the Loch Lomond and Trossachs National Park. That means you will have your pick of which walking, hiking or cycling trails to take on during your trip.

If you prefer doing something by the water, Glengoulandie is near the beautiful River Tay, where you can fish, swim, or paddle a canoe. The locals also provide boat tours, so consider booking one to get to know the area better. Campers seeking more thrills should also try white-water rafting in the Grandtully rapids.

6) Dall Cottage Camping

Dall Cottage is a small, rugged campsite near the banks of River Garry. Getting there can be a bit of a challenge because it can only be accessed by foot, bicycle, or 4×4 vehicles. When you arrive, you will find four tent pitches with fire pits, a hot shower, and a compost toilet. That said, take your time to pack for wild camping, ensuring that you have everything you need for a safe and enjoyable camping trip in Pitlochry.

All this extra effort will be worth it because staying at the remote Dall Cottage campsite will give you access to various hiking and cycling trails. We particularly enjoyed the Lairig Ghru Trail and Route 7 cycle trail because it took us around the best spots in the Cairngorms. Returning at night allowed us a quiet, peaceful evening where we spent hours stargazing beside the river.

7) Glenshee Glamping

Glenshee is one of the top wild camping spots near Pitlochry, though most people probably know it more for glamping. Guests can choose from its accommodations, including charming pods, shepherd huts, and tipis.

Pitching your tent close to Glenshee will make Pitlochry and Cairngorms more accessible. During our stay, we would explore the natural beauty of the area while engaging in hiking, fishing, or boating.

Learning about various Scottish animals was also easier because the campsite is near the Highland Wildlife Park, which provides a home to red, wolves, lynx, and many more. Then, by nightfall, we would head back to town and enjoy its selection of restaurants and pubs.

Go Wild Camping in Pitlochry Now!

Scotland is a prime destination for nature lovers and adventure seekers alike. As such, it does not come as a surprise that Pitlochry has an abundance of picturesque campsites, historical landmarks, and cultural hotspots. Whether you’re looking for a quiet retreat or an adventure-filled getaway, you will likely find your dream wild camping spot in Pitlochry.

Don’t forget to bring your hiking boots and camera, as this Scottish county is teeming with breathtaking sights and diverse wildlife. With so much to do and see, you will surely have an unforgettable experience in Pitlochry. So, pack your camping essentials, grab your family and friends, and head out to these fantastic camping spots to create wonderful memories that will last a lifetime.

FAQs about Wild Camping in Pitlochry

Can you wild camp in Pitlochry?

Pitlochry is aligned with the laws and regulations on wild camping in Scotland. That means you can pitch your tent in most unenclosed lands there. You are also expected to abide by the Scottish Outdoor Access Code, which specifies how you should show respect to the environment and its inhabitants. Following this code will also ensure you won’t get into legal trouble or anger the locals.

What is the best campsite in Pitlochry?

The answer varies from one camper to the other because, at the end of the day, this is a matter of our personal preferences. Fortunately, Pitlochry is home to various wild camping spots that will give you access to stunning landscapes and exciting outdoor activities. We recommend going through our list of the best camping locations near Pitlochry to find the one that best matches your expectations.

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