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virtualscotland · 5 months

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A couple of weeks ago we visited the little town of Dunkeld in Perthshire in Scotland - it's a lovely little place and also home to a fantastic bakery by a former Great British Bakeoff contestant! 😂 Dunkeld is probably most famous for it's beautiful nature walks though, in particular The Hermitage walk which takes in the very impressive Black Linn waterfall! 😍 We managed to catch the last of the autumnal beauty before this week's snow came! 😂 Hope you enjoy!

@scotland-forever @scotianostra @scotlandscalling @visitscotland @visitheworld

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ekimdesonbaharbaskadir · 2 years

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breakfast-at-someplace-new · 2 years

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Mountebank Comedy Walk of Edinburgh

Reissun aloittaminen nähtävyyksiä esittelemällä kävelykierroksella tuntui hyvältä ajatukselta reissun alkuun. Ja olihan se: kävelyn oppaana toimiva stand up -koomikko Daniel oli ihan hulvaton! Aksentti vähän vaikeutti kaikkien juttujen ymmärtämistä, mutta amerikkalaiset osallistujat ainakin saivat kunnon roustausta.

Daniel oli myös kuullut Suomen bailaavasta pääministeristä Sanna Marinista ja oli hyvillään, että edes joku suomalainen tanssii tavallisen eikä hevimusiikin tahtiin 😂

#Edinburgh2022 #edinburgh #walking tour #airbnbelämys #airbnb

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luthiest · 6 months

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11.02.23

edinburgh ! tysm for all the recs, i could only get to some in the 2 days we were there… the big stuff: arthur’s seat, edinburgh castle, (the audio tour was actually terrible) armchair books, golden hare books, dean village, the leith river walk, torn vintage, a super sweet cafe called grow urban… no surgeons hall or botanical gardens unfortunately :/// but my mom and i did get matching barbour waxed jackets, which i’ve been wanting for a while for the boston weather !

a perfect vacation after poland ☺️

🎧 : strained - no vacation

#studyblr #light academia #bookcore #bookblr #studyspo #study motivation #college #academia #travel aesthetic #mine #ironic song choice today lol

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dilfdarthvader · 10 months

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alright i very rarely au dump here but i have Thoughts since i am currently in scotland:

modern au where padmé is getting her PhD in edinburgh and ex boyfriend/current best friend anakin flies out from the states to visit her as a celebration for him finishing his bachelor's degree. she asks if he wants to get drinks with her and a couple of her friends-- they're also exes turned best friends!-- and ofc he says yes. they go to a local pub where satine is already waiting and they're all chatting and getting along, albeit with anakin being his awkward self, when suddenly obi-wan walks in and joins them.

anakin is instantly smitten but is, of course, shy. what he doesn't know is padmé and satine are conniving. padmé slyly brings up that anakin fences, which is such a coincidence bc obi-wan also fences!! and oh, obi-wan, you're a professor for astrophysics? that was actually anakin's focus in undergrad!

(what no one brings up and what anakin and obi-wan will find out later that week is that obi-wan is a brat tamer and anakin is a brat and they are truly a match made in heaven)

anyways, long story short is i want obi-wan finding every excuse he can to be anakin's tour guide around the city and them sharing their first kiss in a park overlooking edinburgh castle and both being ready for marriage within six days of knowing one another

#obikin #why have i been thinking about this for two days now SEND HELP

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newtonsheffield · 7 months

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Can we please see blushing all the way home for spicy Sunday!?

Okay, I probably do owe you guys this

Kate still wasn’t sure what had made her ask Anthony to come and see her in Edinburgh. Only that she’d spent every second of her spare time from the moment he’d dropped her at her doorstep in London with a soft kiss, thinking about Anthony. She’d thought about him when she sat down at the piano and a melody came to her so easily. She’d thought about him when she sat at Twickenham Stoop next to his mother, gallingly enough, wearing a Harlequins scarf. She’d known that people were whispering around her and at cameras were trained on her curiously. But it had felt so nice, watching Anthony grinning with victory, his hair sweaty when he pulled off his headgear, his chest heaving. It had shot something right through her, seeing him thrive in his environment, watching his muscles move powerfully as he ran down the pitch. Something entirely inappropriate given she was sitting beside his mother who was whispering the rules in her ear.

Kate had snuck into the changing room afterwards, watching men leave one by one before pushing inside. Anthony looked up in surprise, his hair wet from his shower, a towel tied low on his hips. Her eyes were glued to his chest for a long moment, his biceps flexed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I um… how did you get in here?”

Kate shrugged, “I’m Kate Sharma.”

Anthony raised his eyebrows, “I… know, we’ve met.”

He rolled her eyes, “I can pretty much get in wherever I want.”

Anthony grinned, pulling his shirt over his head, “Lucky me.”

“I had fun today, with your Mum-”

“I’m sorry about that, she did say she might not be able to make it today and then she surprised me.”

Kate shrugged, “I liked seeing you do your thing. It was kind of… sexy.”

His eyes brightened, and he took a step towards her, “Really?”

Her hand twisted in The front of his shirt, pulling him down until their lips met gently and heat coiled in the pit of her stomach. “Really.”

“I want to see you again.” He said gently, his arms still around her waist and her chest ached for how settled she felt already with him.

“I’m… kicking off shows in Scotland. Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t be sorry for that.”

“You could always… come meet me there?”

Anthony’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Oh!”

“I know you’ve seen the show before, you don’t have to watch it but you could drive up, we could hang out after.”

Anthony scoffed, resting his chin on the top of her head, “Come on, I want to see you do your thing too. You’re incredible.”

Part of her hadn’t really believed when she’d told the security guard at the back door of the stadium that he would come. Even when he took a video of himself in his Range Rover, sunglasses on smiling as her voice blasted through the stereo, one of her tour shirts on his chest, she’d told herself not to get her hopes up. She’d even been a little surprised when Sophie had walked into her dressing room,

“Anthony Bridgerton is here.”

Kate had felt Mary’s eyes on her when she cleared her throat, “Oh, um, yeah. I had a ticket set aside for him, but he can come back here first.”

“Things are going well with him.” Mary hummed, “You’re happy.”

Kate nodded, trying not to think about it, “Yeah, um… he’s very sweet I… like him a lot, actually.”

“And is he… our…? Boyfriend?”

She shrugged, her cheeks burning, “He’s… we’ll see.”

Her heart fluttered in her chest when Anthony appeared with a bouquet of flowers, smiling nervously. He seemed at ease when he met Mary, nervous but comfortable in this new space, his arm around her waist.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re a real smooth talker.”

Anthony blushed a little, “I’m just… very excited to see you again.”

Kate cleared her throat, “I um… I saved you a seat in one of the boxes. It’s a pretty good seat, I think.”

Anthony blinked at her, “Oh, is it cool if I just watch you from backstage? Then I can see you in your little breaks.”

She stared at him, her stomach swooping. “Yeah, if you want to hang out with my Mum and Sophie?”

Anthony grinned, “I want to hang out with you, and I’m pretty sure your Mum will have some very cute pictures of you learning the piano.”

She could still feel the buzz of adrenaline as the crowds roared behind her when she walked offstage for the final time and her stomach flipped when she saw Anthony smiling at her, holding out a towel.

“Hey.” She said a little awkwardly as she dabbed the sweat off her brow. “Did you have fun?”

“Hey?” Anthony chuckled, “Hey? You’re going to be that casual after just… proving to me again that you’re… literally the greatest performer I’ve ever seen?”

Her cheeks flushed with the praise, but she wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Thanks,”

“Kate, honey,” Mary hummed, kissing her cheek, “You were incredible, but I’m going back to the hotel, it’s late for an old woman. Does… your friend need a car called?”

Anthony’s hand tightened on Kate’s hip and he sent her a questioning look, no force behind it, no judgement.

Kate rolled her eyes at her mother’s very pointed exit, “I um… actually think Anthony and I are gonna hang out back at the hotel.”

“Are we?” Anthony gasped and Kate bit back a curse.

“Yes. And he drove here so… we’re good.” She turned to Sophie, “You can take my car back.”

Anthony waisted like a gentleman insistently in the hallway while she changed her clothes and something about it, despite the fact that she was inviting him back to her hotel was so endearing it made a lump appear in her throat.

Anthony held his hand out when she slipped out of the room, smiling at her and it made her heart pound. Just like it had when they’d sat on the grass in that garden and she’d thought how easy it would be to fall in love with him. She’d thought the same when she’d lain in bed and her eyes drooped but neither of them wanted to hang up the phone.

His hand was gentle on her thigh as they made their way through the traffic and she could feel her skin prickling at such a simple touch. Gentle and soft and reassuring.

“Where’s my little buddy?”

“He’s back at the hotel, probably snoring away by now.”

Anthony chuckled, “Bless him.”

She cleared her throat, “I um… Sorry that we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together.”

Anthony’s brow furrowed, “I… Kate, you’re busy. I knew what I was getting into when I asked you out. You’re successful and I’m sure you’ve been with plenty of guys that needed you to coddle their ego but that’s not me. I’m confident with who I am, and I don’t need you to make yourself smaller for me.”

She wasn’t sure what to say, she wasn’t sure of anything but the way that made her stomach burn for him. She waited until he pulled to a stop at the valet stand before she reached over, tilting his chin down. His lips were soft under hers but his kiss built slowly, the heat in her stomach growing and growing until-

“We should get out of the car for this.” Anthony gasped, his forehead pressed against hers.

“Yeah, let’s get out of the car.”

She was sure people stared at them, as they made their way into the hotel with Anthony’s arm around her shoulders and the hood of her sweatshirt pulled over her head and made their way to the lift, flanked by security.

“You can leave us here, thanks. Have a nice night, guys.” Kate said before the lift doors closed and then they were alone again.

“You know…” Anthony mused, his lips pressed against her neck. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had sex when a staff of… fifteen know about it.”

Kate chuckled, letting her hands run through his hair, pulling him closer. “Technically my mum isn’t staff.”

He laughed and the sound vibrated against her “Fourteen then. My apologies.”

“and why are you so sure we’re going to have sex?” She spun in his arms and watched his face go pale and his mouth drop open.

“I’m… so fucking sorry. You said hang out and then you kissed me and I thought- Fuck.”

She laughed, and pulled him down until her lips met his again, her tongue tangling slowly with his. “I’m just fucking with you. We’re having sex.”

The lift door opened and Anthony looked dazed as she lead him out into the room. Anthony let out a low whistle as he looked around. “This is fancy.”

Kate nodded, pulling off her sweatshirt. “Yeah, It’s… a lot I get that but I spend a lot of time travelling and I just want to be comfortable I guess.”

“You have a piano in here. Like an actual bloody grand piano.”

“It’s just a baby grand.”

“Oh, it’s just a baby grand.” Anthony teased, his hand cupping her cheek.

“I never ask for a piano, there’s just… always one in here when I get here. Good for writing I guess.”

“Will you play me something?” His eyes were gentle, “Something no one else has heard yet.”

Her stomach churned when she thought of the song she’d written for him. Only half done. “Maybe later.”

She let her hands trail down his chest, her fingers twisting in the hem. Anthony’s breath shuddered in his chest, “Later’s good for me.”

His lips met hers again, that same kiss, building slowly, heat licking at her stomach as the tension grew between them. His hands slid to her thighs and tugged her legs around his waist as she tugged his shirt over his head. He shivered under her touch as he walked them through the room, giggle rising in their chests as they bounced off walls, and Anthony tripped over his sneakers. He dropped her gently on the bed, staring down at her hungrily. He stepped towards her but Kate shook her head.

“Jeans off.”

Anthony hesitated, squinting one eye. “I… would like to do that. But… I’m not wearing any underwear and I don’t want you to think I’m a creep.”

Kate blinked, “O…K?”

“I just… am not a jocks guy outside of my matches.”

“Okay.” Kate clicked her tongue, adding it to the list of things she knew about him, “Pants off.”

She tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head as Anthony hurriedly shimmied out of his jeans, kicking them off awkwardly to the side. He was bare in front of her, his hands on his hips as her eyes raked over him.

“So… this is me.”

Kate chuckled, marvelling a little at how she didn’t feel self conscious at all, with Anthony’s eyes staring hungrily at her “I like you.”

“You’re… very very beautiful.” Anthony breathed, his fingers twitching in her direction. “And I like you a lot.”

“Do you maybe want to come over here then?”

“Yes.” It was nearly a groan and his hands were warm on her hips as he tugged her forward and his knee pressed between her legs. Her fingers twisted in his hair and tugged his lips down to crash against hers again. His tongue slipped over hers, and her chest felt tight as his weight settled on top of her, comforting and soft and somehow still so powerful. She ground against the friction of his thigh and swallowed Anthony moan on her tongue. She let her teeth nip at his throat as it bobbed with his convulsive swallow.

“Fuck, do you have any idea how much I want this?”

The rasp in his voice made her spine shiver and she nodded as his fingers trailed up her thigh, warm and a little rough. “I hope as much as I do. It’s pretty much all I’ve thought about.”

Anthony, tilting her chin so their lips met again, rougher this time, filthier, their teeth clashing, gasps rising in their chests as his fingers slipped between her legs.

“Is this okay, Babe?”

She bit back the whimper that rose in her chest, holding him closer as her hips rocked against his hand, “Yes, yeah, it feels so good.”

His smile was so beautiful, even as he swallowed at the feeling of her, he encouraged her to rock against his hand, the muscles in his arms flexing under her hands as her fingernails bit into his skin. Heat was curling tighter and tighter in her stomach, her breath gasping against him, eyes screwed shut against him.

“Hey,” His voice was gentle and her eyes flew open to find him staring down at her, “Look at me.”

That was all it took for her to fall apart, a gasp falling from her lips as she shuddered against him. Anthony pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before he raised his fingers to his lips, his tongue wrapping around them. Kate moaned and Anthony let out a satisfied hum.

“I need to try that later.”

“I thought I was going to play for you later.” Kate chuckled, finding his lips again.

“Two birds one stone.” Anthony grinned. He tugged her up with him s he sat up, encouraging her to straddle him as his lips fell to her neck. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“A few times actually. I don’t think I’ve told you how handsome you are though.”

“Oh well, I’m listening now.”

She chuckled, swallowing Anthony’s moan as their hips ground together and Kate let out a muffled curse at the feel of him. The muscles of his stomach twitched under her hands and she tried to keep her voice even, “I really wasn’t ever into rugby guys.”

Anthony tried to raise his eyebrow but he shuddered as their hips met again, “Is that so?”

“That is so.”

“What about now?”

It wasn’t enough anymore, just grinding together, not for either of them, she could feel him holding back how desperate he was for it. “I think they’re growing on me.”

Anthony let out a strangled noise as they joined together, his fingers biting into the soft skin of her thighs and his eyes fluttered closed as his hips snapped forward and whatever air was left in her lungs disappeared. Anthony cheeks were flushed and sweat was beading on his forehead as they moved together, something more than the physicality of it growing between them. Anthony buried his fingers in her hair, pressing their foreheads together as his body started to shake and the moment stretched on between them. She could feel her thighs shaking and her entire body was on fire as their lips met again and again and-

“Oh fuck, Anthony!”

“Kate!”

They fell over the edge and Anthony fell back, Kate collapsing in a heap against his chest.

“I think I like Rugby players now.” Kate heaved and anything soft and warm fluttered in her stomach as Anthony chuckled.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Super sexy thighs.”

#why can I not write spice without an entire story first?#blushing all the way home #spicy sunday🌶️#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #kathony fic #bridgerton fic

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thebumblecee · 11 days

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NICE ASS(K) WEEK IS UPON US!!! 🎉

Cee, my love!! I 💛 you, you’re always so sweet. I have a very important ASS(K) for you!

Tarlos has decided to go to Edinburgh for their honeymoon. What must they do? Where must they go? What’s it gonna be like?? Any places they have to see?

Oooh Lemon my dear I LOVE this Ass(k) because it allows me to think of my favourite things (Tarlos & my home).

Okay, so they’ve gone a bit crazy and decided to give up the Texas heat for the cold of bonnie Scotland and once they get over how COLD it actually is they settle in nicely. (After buying new shoes because you can’t really drive here and it’s on 7 (yes 7) hills)

Firstly they decide to take a nice stroll along Princes Street Gardens. The spring blossom is in the air and they’re clearing the jet lag.

Now, city is great if you like history and well, walking so they can take a stroll around the old town and soak up the atmosphere

If inner city living isn’t for them then they can check one of the many many villages that actually makes up Edinburgh (it’s a series of smaller villages merged together) its peaceful and Carlos (almost) doesn’t feel too homesick in the quiet.

A day of culture and eating ahead of them with hundreds of bookstores, bakeries, pubs, restaurants and shops. A lot of which are independent! TK has to buy a new hold-all for all the stuff he picks up.

If they decide to take a boat ride out then, they’re right on the sea for miles and they can say hey to some local friends (no TK can’t keep one)

If they’re unsure about their sea legs (I can’t see Carlos on a boat) then there’s lots of hikes in the city to take too

Ending the day by locking down their love by the sea

And they take a late night walk through one of the parks that offer night time light shows

And once they’ve had their fill of fresh air it’s to one of the many (many) nightclubs and bars that are here. Most of which are underground! Which makes both of them grimace at the potential fire risks but they relax into it.

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There concludes their day(?) tour and they obviously have booked to go up the highlands and they’ve gone ALL the museums and art galleries here (which are all free) and TK spent most of it face buried in a highland cow.

It rained - a lot and because if the cold Carlos went full mother hen on TK (not reliving that!)

I reckon they spend a whole day just in bed though …. To recover from all the walking ofc 😉

#thanks for the ask!#cee speaks #911 lonestar #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #i am sorry for the quality of the photos. you’re only allowed 10 so I had to play tricks #however all photos except the first one were taken by me #so if you want to see a non blurry version hmu #I had so much more but I really need to do work #but thank you so so much #i had a great time

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goingxmissing · 4 months

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2023 camera roll: fandom edition

One photo per month of fandom shenanigans that made me so happy this year. Captions under the cut. Happy new year everyone!

January - Max cushion, spotted at a market and immediately purchased. The stallholder proudly told us she'd made it herself. British Max fans in the wild!

February - Get yourself a girlfriend who unknowingly buys you a matching Valentine's Day card 🤣

March - Get yourself a girlfriend who sees they're displaying an RB car at a nearby shopping outlet and demands you have a day out to visit

April - If you have that girlfriend, you gotta propose to her next to the Ross Fountain, with Edinburgh Castle in the background (@strawberry-daiquiris is my favourite thing I've found in fandom)

May - Miami GP watch party at the hotel at Silverstone. An Experience, to say the least. Not sure if our usual race commentary is appropriate for a public watch party...

June - Red Bull Factory drive by (we didn't go in because we aren't millionaires and their tours are £££)

July - Silverstone. Watched quali from Copse and simped over Oscar's P3 interview

August - Zandvoort. Waiting for Driver Interviews at the Fan Stage (simping again)

September - That episode of Unboxed was too powerful for a phone screen

October - Austin. Williams Fan Zone. More simping; don't we all look at Alex Albon the way the Williams media guy does?

November - Watching our Oscar Christmas jumpers cross Europe and hoping they would arrive before 2024 (they did!)

December - Silverstone Winter Tour, got a bus around the track, went up to the podium, walked the pit lane and the starting grid, 10/10 would recommend

What an incredible 2023 I've been lucky enough to have. Thank you to all creators as you exponentially improve the fandom enjoyment experience ❣ here's to more in 2024!

#just getting emotional about a brilliant year don't mind me #h calls going to a GP 'attending blorbo festival' and we have been SO lucky to get to go to 3 this year #trying to be sensible* and just plan 2 next year #*this is enforced as we have to go to TWO destination weddings in May as if it's not the best time for European races 😭#the only new year's resolution i've made is to wear a different item of team merch for every race day lmao #this was so much more fun than the sanitised insta version will be 🤣 please enjoy the true unhinged-ness!#about me

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virtualscotland · 1 year

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I visited Midhope Castle in Scotland yesterday and it was such a beautiful day! Midhope is also famously known as Lallybroch from the show Outlander - do you recognise it?! 😀 I have a little video of it here. 🌞 Scottish Castles are beautiful!

Please watch and reblog! 😍

@outlanderanatomy @outlander-online @outlander-starz @outlandernetwork @outlandersource @outlanderlush @outlanderfandomfollies @outlanderfraser @outlandernat @outlandersfans-blog @outlandersource @outlandernetwork @samheughanontherocks @samheughanonline-blog @samheughandaily-blog @samheughanswife @samheughan @caitrionabalfe @caitrionabafle @jamiefraserxclairebeauchamp @jamiefraserz @jamieclaire

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itslottiehere · 2 years

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you’re no good alone (h.s) - part two

hello beautiful people 🤍 here is part two of my first one shot. wow. i can’t believe you guys appreciated it so much that you wanted a second part. it’s so crazy to me, and i just want to say — perhaps for the hundredth time, but i don’t care — a huge thank you to all of you for liking it. it’s something i will always cherish, so, really, thank you.

now! part two is finally here. this part is so deeply important to me, because there’s me all over it. every thought the female character has, it’s something i went through with a guy that was basically my best friend, but then i fell for him and our relationship went south. (if you’ve been here for a while, no, it’s not about the edinburgh guy that ghosted me for a month and then blocked me lol). so, if you’re reading this, just know that i’m giving you some of the deeper, most secret part of myself to you. and i’m happy about that. i do have to say that this was cathartic. so please, take this piece of me and make it yours. happy reading everyone 🤍 please let me know what you think, whether in the tags or in my asks. they really help me!

part 1 | part 3 | masterlist | let me know what u think here

tw: angst, alcohol consumption.

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she finally walked through her apartment door, and all she could think about was getting into her pjs and just go to sleep.

her friends dragged her out of her house to celebrate her last exam.

she was able to fend them off for the last two months, with the excuse of her final exam. but now, when she went to turn them down, she couldn’t find any excuse.

well, actually she did have one, and it was a pretty big one, but not one her friends accepted.

they knew about the breakup, and they all understood her choice. they were proud of her and how she decided to stand up for everything she worked for.

what they weren’t so happy about was seeing their friend so utterly void.

it was like she wasn’t even there. she was there physically, but her soul, her spark wasn’t there anymore. it was like she turned off a switch, and decided to put all her happiness to sleep.

she was kinda glad she had that exam to focus on, it helped her not focus on the gut wrenching feelings that were brought up every time he popped in her mind.

which was constantly. basically, the very second she wasn’t studying, there he was.

after closing the door, she went to the bathroom and took of her makeup, brushed her teeth and then went into her bedroom.

she took her dress off and picked her favourite sweatshirt and put it on.

the second the fabric went over her head, her nose was filled with a familiar fragrance.

his, clearly.

this was her favourite sweatshirt of his. she remembers how she would always steal it every time she was over at his place, saying that it smelled like him. he would always ask why she would need to feel the smell of his cologne from his sweatshirt when he was right there with her.

“i don’t know how to explain it. it’s just that even with you here, it doesn’t feel like enough.”

she hoped he understood what she meant. that she needed to feel him on her skin, all around her at all times. so when she was with him, snuggling in his arms, wearing his sweatshirt, she felt content. she was basking in his essence, and she couldn’t get enough. she felt the need to get closer to him, impossibly so, like she needed to crawl into his skin and stay there.

but when tour came around, and she turned down living at his home, he asked her to at least take his sweatshirt, so that — in some way — he was still with her.

and so she did, and she wore it religiously every night that he was on tour, getting sad when his cologne started wearing off.

even if the scent was not as strong, it was still strong enough to bring her back to those moments.

she could’ve taken it off, but she thinks that she needed that kind of comfort tonight. not in a “i’m going to reach out to him and beg him to take me back” way, no. she knew what they decided was right.

more in a “i miss who we were, i miss how i was when i was with you and if this brings me closer to being that person again, then please do that” way.

she was sure she hated him at some point.

the first two weeks after the breakup were the worst. she stayed locked away in her bedroom all day, ignoring phone calls and messages from her friends, and also from his band, that reached out so many times to make sure she was okay. she never got back to them.

she didn’t feel good about that, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. she thought cutting ties with everyone he was involved with may help ease the pain.

and that may indeed work, if you didn’t date a famous international singer that’s all over social media, the news, newspapers, fashion magazines, basically on every information source you could think of.

she was sure she hated him at some capacity, because she didn’t recognise the person she was. not only after the breakup, no. even the person she became at the end of their relationship wasn’t someone she was used to be: constantly on edge, snappy, who argued all the time. she was never someone to let others walk all over her, of course, but she was never one to pick up a fight every single time. she was one to let go of things when they weren’t worth it.

which in a way, is kinda what she did in the end, isn’t it? she did let go, because it wasn’t worth it anymore.

she got into bed, hoping her brain would shut up and let her sleep. she took her phone and turned on the ringtone, so she could hear that their friends got home safely. she didn’t drink that night, knowing that alcohol and a broken heart do not mix well.

she sighed and rolled on her back. her bed seemed so big and empty now. she remembered how grumpy he would get every time they slept over at her house.

“i’m too long for this bed! my legs are half off of it.”

“not my fault you’re basically bigfoot, i can fit in it just right.”

“did you just call me bigfoot?”

“it’s a majestic creature. it’s a compliment.”

“yeah, a compliment my ass.”

he got on top of her and began tickling her, she was laughing and begging him to stop to let her breathe.

“take back what you said and maybe i’ll stop.”

“never!”

“then it’s your funeral.”

she laughed and he laughed with her, stopping when he saw she wasn’t inhaling enough air and didn’t want to hurt her. so he just looked at her, in awe of this beautiful girl who just managed to call him — a man who wasn’t unsure of his looks — bigfoot.

a big smile spread across her face as well, and she looked at him like he was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. and he was. he was a majestic creature, probably not an 8 feet hairy creature, but most definitely a creature straight from heaven.

if harry wasn’t an angel, sculpted by god himself, then she doesn’t know who could be.

that surprised her. she didn’t even let herself think about his name, hoping that somehow it would just slip out of her mind.

yeah, like that was going to happen.

she snuggled into the sweatshirt some more, inhaling the last bit of his scent off of it. it was weird, feeling a piece of him, but not being able to have him right there.

it wasn’t something new, though.

when he first left for tour, she couldn’t sleep. she was so used to fall asleep beside him, sometimes as the little spoon, most of the times as the big one, because she knew he liked being cuddled at night. and when he was gone, without the warmth of his body and nothing to hold on to during the night, she just couldn’t rest. the texts, phone and facetime calls helped her fill this void, but, of course, it wasn’t like having him there.

now she didn’t even have that. he didn’t try to call her, or text her after that night. for all she knows, he didn’t run after her. she doesn’t really know because she refused to look back while she was sprinting through the hotel hallway to the elevator, knowing that it was taking all of her strength to get away from him, and if she saw his face, she knew she would get back in a heartbeat.

but that wasn’t what they needed. they needed to stay away from each other, to figure out how to live without one another, and to get on with their own life. and maybe, if someday fate decided to bring them back onto the same path, they could start from there and try to build a life together. but until that day, this is what life had to be.

she saw her screen light up, and imagined one of her friends got home safely. she picked it up, and her eyes weren’t sure if they were seeing right.

why was mitch texting her at 2 in the morning?

she froze, the worst scenarios playing in her mind. something happened to harry, didn’t it? he was hurt or injured or dead and they were telling her because he’s literally gone so there was no other chance but that to say goodbye.

she knew she was out of her mind. couldn’t she just check the text and then decide if it was actually a life or death situation? mitch may have pressed on the wrong contact and texted her by mistake.

she unlocked her phone, trying with all her might not to dwell on her background picture, and read mitch’s text.

“hey, i know we haven’t heard from each other in a while. i hope you’re doing okay. i’m texting you just because i’m on the phone with a drunk harry and i’m afraid he’s going to call you after me. i wanted to give you a heads up if he does, so that you don’t completely spiral and think the worse has happened.”

oh, he did know her well.

that has happened before. once, when he was in america, he was out at some club, and she asked him to text her when he got back safely. she always wanted to know if the people she loved got home safe, and she would not change that.

so when she looked at her phone at 10:30am and saw that he didn’t text her yet (in LA it was 2:30am), she was kinda scared. all the worst scenarios started playing in her mind, where he was hurt somewhere and no one could help him, certainly not her, since she was a whole ocean away from him.

she started spiralling and called mitch, hoping he could answer her. when he also didn’t answer, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

call her overdramatic, but imagine having the people you love more than life itself away from you and not knowing anything about their whereabouts and if they are okay, or if they ended up drunk in a ditch.

when her phone ringed about 40 minutes later, she was a crying mess. she picked it up and answered with a croaky voice.

“babyyyyyyyy, hi. i’m surprised you picked up! i’m back at the hotel, safe and sound.” his chirpy, drunkish voice came through the speaker and she took a deep breath, feeling like she finally was able to breathe.

“love, you there?”

“yeah H, i’m right here, sorry.” she answered, voice quivering.

“is everything okay? doesn’t sound like it.”

“it’s nothing H, don’t worry. just silly little thoughts, but it’s all okay now.”

“you were thinking that i ended up drunk on the side of the road, weren’t you?”

“no..?”

“god, i love you.”

of course, he had to tell everyone that story every time the band came over for dinner. it was just so funny to see her getting all embarrassed, but it made him giddy: having someone care so much for him really stroked his ego, and she knew that.

after staring at mitch’s text, and reminiscing, she decided to text him back.

“hi mitch, thank you for this. i’ll keep you posted if he does call me. i hope you and sarah are both doing great. thank you again.”

while texting him, her friends let her know that they were home and about to get into bed, so she texted them back wishing them goodnight.

now was the moment she was supposed to turn on her side, close her eyes and drift off.

then why wasn’t she doing that?

why was she expecting a call that may or may not come through?

especially, why was she expecting a call that was most definitely a drunk call?

but, as the Romans said, “in vino veritas”, “under the influence of wine, there is truth”. basically, a pretentious way of saying “a drunken man's words are a sober man's thoughts”.

god, harry always rolled his eyes whenever she threw around phrases like those.

“you’re such a smart ass.”

“damn right i am. i’m not getting a degree in classics without throwing all this knowledge around at every chance i’ve got.”

“douche.”

“excuse you? it’s not my fault you didn’t even graduate high school.”

“you cheeky fucker!”

“don’t worry H, our kids will get your looks and my brain, they’ll be alright.”

“i mean... that still doesn’t sound like a compliment now, does it?”

she wouldn’t let herself think about the future they had planned. it broke her heart even remotely thinking about it. it’s something she’s deeply mourning, more than anything else that had to do with them and their relationship. that future that she’s never getting is what is making it impossible for her to move on. she’s stuck, but if she has to be honest, maybe she’s not ready to move on just yet.

she knew that after harry, many things wouldn’t be the same. she knew that kids weren’t in her future anymore. and that came as a shock to everyone she told this to, because if there was something she always said whenever she talked about the future — long before harry came along — it was her having three kids. so to hear that she went from three to zero was surprising.

“i’ll gladly be the best aunt in the world.”

that wasn’t a total lie, she wanted to see her sister become a mum more than anything, and having a little tiny nephew or niece to spoil rotten.

but her mum frowned when she told her that kids weren’t in her future anymore. not because she was opposed to her not having kids, but because of her sudden change of heart.

what she didn’t say to her mum, or anyone else for that matter, was that after having dreams about that kind of life with harry in it, she knew no one else could live up to those expectations. and if it didn’t work with him, who was everything she could’ve asked for in a partner, then it just wouldn’t work with anyone else.

she made her peace with it. kind of.

it still hurt her chest a bit, thinking about a tiny little baby, with pudgy arms and full soft cheeks, looking at her as if she’s their whole world. but she knew that she wouldn’t have that trust, that sense of familiarity with anyone else that wasn’t him. so, that dream of hers fizzled, just like their relationship did. and she let it go, knowing she was doing right by her hypothetical baby.

a buzzing came from her phone, she checked and it was still mitch.

“just hung up with him. he said he’s not going to call you, but he did mean to when he ended up calling me. again, just a heads up.”

she didn’t know how to feel. did she want him to call? did she not? was this going to be a drunk call where he curses her out? or a drunk call full of longing? but most of all, was she gonna answer him?

she decided to try and forget about this, he probably wouldn’t call. so she snuggled up in her bed, warm in her (well, his) sweatshirt, and tried to drift off.

that wasn’t happening anytime soon, it seemed like.

why did he have to do this? why couldn’t he just let her go? didn’t he know how hard it was for her? and why did mitch had to tell her anything? maybe harry wasn’t even going to call her, but thanks to mitch now she was going to think about it the whole night. not only about a possible call, but also about how he was. was he drinking a lot lately? god, she hoped it wasn’t because of her. she knew it probably was, but just the thought of him suffering because of her made her sick to her stomach. she knew the breakup was hard, being the other half of the relationship, but she thought she didn't do anything so self destructive. she hoped that this was a onetime situation, and that he didn’t get drunk every night. that would kill her.

she could feel herself getting more anxious by the second, thinking about all the worse scenarios. when she felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore, she turned and decided to text mitch and ask him to go over harry’s house and just check on him, if he didn’t do that already.

but just as she went to do that, her phone ringed. her heart skipped a bit. was she seeing right? was she already sound asleep and dreaming?

she didn’t know, all she could bring herself to do was press the green button on the screen, put the phone to her ear, and mutter a single word; or well, a letter.

“H?”

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I KNOW, I KNOW YOU PROBABLY HATE ME, another cliffhanger! but don’t be afraid, part three is coming. i hope soon, but i do have an exam next week i have to finish preparing for, but i’ll see what i can do. please, share your thoughts about this second part, and tell me how you wish this story would end <3 love you all!

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master-john-uk · 10 months

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His Majesty King Charles was given a tour of the Royal Yacht Britannia yesterday evening (3rd July 2023).

The King appeared quite emotional and, at times lost in thought as he walked around the ship onboard which he spent a lot of time during his childhood.

However, His Majesty was definitely in good spirits when he raised a glass of rum to toast the "Yotties" who look after the ship today!

HMY Britannia retired from Royal service in 1997 and is now permanently moored in Edinburgh as a visitor attraction.

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assassinationtipsforladies · 2 years

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So, I was writing this response to a post about how aggressively JK Rowling pissed away the massive goodwill she once had, but then tumblr ate it. So I wanted to tell you all about the current JK Rowling drama in Scotland. It's obviously not even 1% as important as her transphobic campaigning, that is the thing you should hate her for, but it is extremely funny and deeply weird, so lets have a giggle about it. So, you know those Harry Potter tours of Edinburgh? That go around showing locations where JK wrote the book, and locations that inspired elements in the books, and also do nothing but benefit her reputation and the HP-nostalgia-industrial complex? Right, so this is JKR with the Harry Potter tour industry in Edinburgh (she's fine with the London ones, I guess) this week

She's declared that actually, the HP universe arrived fully formed in her head and she had no inspiration from anyone and anything. It's a total coicidence that Greyfriars Kirkyard, where she used to walk her daughter before going to the cafe to write, has residents including a McGonnagall, Moody, Tom Riddell, an entire row of members of the Potter family, and Scrimegeour (You know, that extremely common name Scrimegeour what she might have run across anywhere) or that the George Heriot school, also on her professed walking path, is a big spooky castle with four school houses, the colours of which are blue, green, red, and yellow. I mean for sure some of the tours exaggerate the level of influence or the certainty that this place directly inspired this or that thing in Harry Potter. Pretty much every old British city has at least one street that's reminiscent of Diagon Alley, and all those stuffy old private schools look somewhat like Hogwarts and pretty much all British schools use the house system. But at the same time, of course she was influenced by the world around her. Of course the stuff she saw every day made it's way in to her writing. It would be weird if it didn't. And like. My good bitch. You got those character names from those graves. Maybe not the potters, Potter is a super common name, but come the fuck on. There's co-incidences and there's Scrimegeor. It's weird how increasingly hostile Rowling seems to be to admit that she got any inspiration from anything at all. Like influences are normal and fine. You can admit that you enjoyed boarding school stories and children's fantasy, that you got character names from a graveyard, that you maybe saw kids preforming highland dancing on the school lawn in their house colours and dug the aesthetic. It's all fine.And if she admitted that anything was an influence it would be way more credible when she tries to say 'actually no. I never noticed that'. Also, you know subconscious influence is real. It's just so bizaare and petty that she's attacking essentially her most loyal fans for wanting to connect to her work. Also it is just me or does she just absolutely loathe Scotland.

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purgatorybfs · 8 months

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