#gatepost

[rumeko]

30years

[redrcs]

Making sure

[hepdenerose]

Haphazard in Heptonstall

Friday 28th February, Walking Friend suggested lunch at Heptonstall Tearooms. Still weak after my illness I was relieved she also favoured the bus up. Following a lovely ride in late winter sun, we found a table in the tearoom’s back room to eat quiche and discuss its possible history, among other things. The small windows hinted at weaver’s cottage origins but the fireplace seemed incongruous. I…

[uk3d]

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[corvianbard]

#5481

I am a little ghost By the gatepost, And I am still lost And can't accost.

[dankxsinatra]

[heuschnupfer]

[spockvarietyhour]

[robthepensioner]

A knitted tribute to King Charles III on the gatepost of a private house in Fleetwood.

[elodieunderglass]

I don't quite understand why the university scene got added to that last post in the baiting thread? I assume there's some kind of metaphor intended beyond the fundamental absurdity?

Sure, ok, here’s the context

https://www.tumblr.com/elodieunderglass/784532361485451264/man-at-this-point-terfs-just-make-me-sad-forpity

The post depicts someone giving an “advanced biology” lesson, or class.

Someone became fixated on whether “advanced biology” would “say” this. Remember the context of “advanced biology” being a lesson or class.

I specifically asked if this was the argument they were making, and if this was the sum of their argument?

They felt it was, agreeing their argument was limited and defined to this one thing: the premise of what “advanced biology” might cover.

I then asked, in a series of numbered questions: What kind of evidence would you accept to counter your belief that “there is no advanced biology class that says there are three or more sexes” ?

I suggested some potential pieces of evidence I could find to prove that an “Advanced Biology Class”, somewhere in the world, teaches that there are “three or more sexes.” A syllabus? A letter from the professor? Those are things that easily prove the content of a lesson.

(Remember that they’re mentally going through a bot script in which they get a response about “different mating systems in biology” -> they’ll reply that they’re talking about humans! and have been this whole time!)

I did not follow the moved gateposts or go to the secondary location. They believed they were debating me on “how many sexes there are.” I said their thesis was “there is no advanced biology lesson saying this.”

So in answer to my question - what would you accept as proof of such a class existing? A syllabus? A course catalog? A letter from the professor? - they, not reading or understanding, and thinking I had followed them to a secondary location, went to the next part of their script.

They thought I was asking “what proof would you accept of a third sex?”

Therefore, they responded: gametes.

Thus, they set up a very silly premise in which they said “the only proof that I’ll accept of what Advanced Biology Classes actually cover in their lesson plans is A Cup of Warm Gametes.”

A syllabus is more normal! But okay! You said it, not me.

That was funny enough (to me) to stop there and make Moby Dick jokes, because my intention was poke the script and get something funny.

“what would you accept as evidence of what biology classes teach?” “Gametes.” Sorry, still think that’s funny

[lmvari]

⟳ 20. RESIGNED

The scent of petrichor clings to the air as you walk along the damp pavement, the aftermath of last night’s storm lingering in the quiet corners of campus. The afternoon sky is overcast but calm, the violent downpour of the past few days finally giving way to something gentler, like the eye of a storm that’s already passed.

It reminds you of how things ended with Kuni: sudden, consuming, and now… strangely still.

The kind of stillness that settles only after you’ve accepted there’s nothing left to fight for.

You tuck your hands into your jacket as you approach the campus gate. There’s the low chatter of other students heading home, the distant hum of traffic, the faint splash of water under someone’s hurried steps.

And then you see him.

This seems to happen often.

No matter how much you try, you can never seem to avoid him.

Leaning against the gatepost, hands in his pockets, scanning the crowd like he’s looking for someone.

Your body halts on instinct.

It’s a muscle memory. Like something in you still recognizes him as someone important even though your heart’s already sworn off trying.

Without thinking, you step back behind a pillar, keeping yourself hidden but still able to see. You watch as he straightens a little, glancing down the road.

You don’t wonder who he’s waiting for.

You already know.

Then, as if the universe can read your thoughts, she steps into view.

She walks up to him like she’s done it a thousand times before, easy and familiar. You don’t hear what she says, but you see the way she smiles, the casual touch on his arm.

Kuni doesn’t pull away.

Your chest tightens, but you crush it quickly. It’s not new. You’ve known. You’ve known for weeks now. They’re back in each other’s orbit, and that has nothing to do with you anymore.

That chapter’s closed.

You try to force yourself to look away, only to hear a voice call your name, a little too loud for your liking.

“[Name]!”

It’s Lumi, waving as she walks up. She follows your previous line of sight and stops.

“Seriously?” she says, not unkind, but firm. “Stop doing this to yourself.”

“It’s not like I asked for them to be here,” you mutter.

But when you glance back toward the gate, something shifts in your stomach.

He’s looking at you.

Just for a second. Your eyes lock. There’s something unreadable on his face. Surprise, maybe, or something else. But then he turns away, says something to Mona, and the two of them begin to walk off together.

Whatever that moment was, it’s gone just as quickly as it came.

Lumi loops her arm through yours and pats your head. “Come on. Don’t mind him. The others will be here soon.”

You nod, letting Lumi pull you forward, your chest still aching with something you don’t have a name for.

Not anymore.

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You say you’re just friends. You say it every time you leave a party together, every time you wake up tangled in sheets, every time you swear it’s the last time. But habits form, lines blur, and pretending gets harder when jealousy starts to sting.

NOTE in celebration of my defense going well, here’s a slightly early update! thank god that was over, now i’m secured to graduate 🤞 i might update more this weekend

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[httpvomitello]

Hii! Can you please write something where fem!reader is a kid (maybe nine or ten) who has been real close to tommy since she came to jackson a year ago and tried to adjust to it, and one time she accidentally calls tommy "dad" when they're doing something? Idk if reader will notice she said it or not, but I really wanted it to be on tommy's pov because I would be so curious to see how he would react to the cool town kid he's been friends with calling him dad

Oooh, i really love the idea of dad!Tommy, and i hope you like it ~ ♡

Just a Word .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: A year after the world brought a ten-year-old girl to Jackson, Tommy Miller still doesn’t know exactly how it happened that she became his shadow.

tommy miller & platonic!f child reader

Snow fell like the sky was trying to start over.

Tommy adjusted the collar of his coat and let the cold bite a little. Jackson was quiet this time of morning, just how he liked it. Coffee in hand, a to-do list in his head. Mostly minor repairs and a check on the greenhouse power—nothing dramatic.

Except she wasn’t where she usually was. Not by the dining hall. Not outside the stables. His boots crunched on fresh snow as he turned the corner.

Then he saw her. Same frayed jacket, sleeves rolled up like she was pretending not to be freezing. Perched on the corral fence like she owned the damn place.

“Hey!” Tommy called. “You tryin’ to turn into a popsicle out here?”

The kid turned, bright-eyed and smug. “Nah. Just makin’ sure the horses didn’t overthrow the town while you were late.”

He squinted at her. “It’s eight.”

“I’ve been out here since 7:58. That’s two whole minutes of abandonment.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “God help the people raisin’ you.”

She grinned, jumped off the fence, and fell in step beside him like always.

No one told her to. She just… did.

Flashback: A Year Ago

You were quiet when you first arrived.

Didn’t speak for almost a week. Only talked to Maria, and even then, barely.

Tommy wasn’t sure why, but you stuck to him like glue after a run to the stables one morning. Maybe it was the way he explained how to calm the horses. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t push you to talk.

Maybe you just needed someone who didn’t look at you like you were breakable.

“You can talk,” he said once. “Or not. I’ll still be here.”

You said, “Cool.”

And that was that.

She talked the whole walk.

About the “town drama” (a goat fight), about a girl who said horses were overrated (blasphemy), about her “top-secret project” she was definitely dying for him to ask about.

He didn’t. Not yet.

He knew her game. She’d cave eventually.

The wind picked up a little as they hit the edge of the gardens.

Tommy crouched down to check the side panel of the greenhouse’s power box. She stood watch like she was his unofficial bodyguard.

He liked the silence. When she wasn’t filling it, anyway.

But even her noise… it didn’t get old.

Hell, half the time, it kept him sane.

On the way back, they had to pass through one of the side gates. It was stiff from the cold, latch half-frozen.

She got there first, tugging on it without much luck.

“Can you get it, Dad?” she said.

Just like that.

No pause. No big deal.

And she didn’t even notice.

She kept talking, still rambling about Eugene and a llama or something—

But Tommy stopped.

Just for a second.

The snow, the wind, the world—all of it dropped into silence. His hand froze on the gatepost. The breath he took hitched in his throat.

She didn’t notice.

Didn’t even blink.

She hadn’t meant to say it. He knew that. It just slipped.

But it hit him so hard he felt his knees almost give.

Dad.

He shouldn’t feel like this. It wasn’t even real. Just a slip. Kids mix things up all the time.

But it did something to him. Tugged at something he’d buried a long time ago.

The idea of being a father had once terrified him. And then, after everything fell apart, it had become impossible. And now, all these years later, it was just… something that belonged to other people. To Joel. To the past.

But you’d said it like it was nothing.

And it felt like everything.

He opened the gate without a word. She hopped through like nothing had happened. Threw a thanks over her shoulder like it was any other day.

He nodded. Said nothing.

Something in his chest—something deep, buried, maybe long dead—stirred like coals getting kicked.

She had no idea.

And he didn’t know what the hell to do with that.

He walked her back to the barn. Usually she’d go off to help with the tool shed or check in on the kitchen deliveries. She was all over Jackson like a one-kid patrol team.

She glanced up at him before peeling off.

“You okay?” she asked.

Tommy blinked. “Yeah.”

“You’re quiet. That’s weird. Are you sick? Is it old-man sickness? Emotional constipation again?”

He let out a laugh—genuine, even if it felt like it scraped his ribs on the way out.

“There’s that mouth,” he muttered.

“You love it.”

“Don’t push it.”

You grinned wide and started to roll your sleeves down. “Time for me to go. Don’t wait up, civilian.”

Tommy reached out, gently caught your shoulder.

“Hey.”

You turned.

“If you ever need to talk,” he said slowly, “about anything—anything—you come find me. Got it?”

You blinked up at him. That smart mouth shut for once.

Then, softer: “Yeah. I know.”

He gave a short nod and let go.

You walked off, swinging your arms, humming under your breath.

That night, he sat on the porch long after the lights in town went out.

Cold cup of tea in hand. Mind still turning like a wheel stuck in the mud.

He didn’t tell Maria.

Didn’t write it down. Didn't even say the word out loud.

But it lived there now. Inside his chest.

And the thing was—you didn’t even mean it.

But it still mattered.

Maybe more than anything had in a long time.

Just a word.

But it was enough to make the world feel a little less broken.

[lushleona]

── .✦ a chat with cowboy!mattheo

warnings: implied fem!reader, fluff (is this fluff?), tension note: haven’t written for cowboy!mattheo in like 2 months and this post inspired me to write for him again so i spewed this out in like 15 minutes lmao

the sun’s setting low when you find yourself by the stables, leaning against the weathered wooden fence, boots scuffed from a long day’s work. the air’s thick with the smell of hay and faint traces of leather oil, the quiet only broken by the occasional snort of a horse. you don’t hear him at first, but you feel him, like the shift of the wind before a storm.

“ain’t that somethin’,” mattheo drawls, his voice low and syrup-slow, the kind of sound that slides down your spine and settles deep. “thought you’d be long gone by now.”

you glance over your shoulder and there he is, leaning against the gatepost like he’s got all the time in the world. his hat’s tipped back just enough to let the last rays of sunlight catch on the sharp line of his jaw, a cigarette dangling between his fingers.

“guess i’m full of surprises,” you shoot back, trying to sound nonchalant even as your pulse picks up. he’s trouble, always has been, but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes it hard to care.

he chuckles, low and rough, taking a lazy drag before exhaling a curl of smoke into the warm evening air. “that so?” he pushes off the post, boots crunching against the dirt as he saunters closer. “or maybe you just like hangin’ around, waitin’ for me to show up.”

you roll your eyes, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrays you. “don’t flatter yourself, cowboy. i’ve got better things to do.”

“sure you do,” he murmurs, stopping just a step too close, his hand resting on the belt buckle he never seems to stop fiddling with. his eyes—dark, piercing, like he’s got you all figured out—flick down to the frayed hem of your shirt before dragging back up to meet yours. “but here you are.”

you don’t trust yourself to speak, not with the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing worth noticing in a hundred-mile radius. so you tilt your chin up, meeting his stare head-on. “i’m just here to see the horses.”

“the horses,” he repeats, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. he takes another step closer, close enough now that you can see the faint scar cutting through his left brow. “that why you’ve been watchin’ me all damn day?”

your mouth opens, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but nothing comes out. because he’s right. you have been watching him. you’ve been watching the way he moves, the way he handles the horses with a mix of roughness and care, the way his shoulders flex under that worn-out shirt that fits just a little too well.

“didn’t think so,” he says softly, his voice dropping into something that makes your knees feel unsteady. he leans in then, just enough for you to catch the scent of smoke and leather and something distinctly him. “so, what’s it gonna be, sweetheart? you gonna keep pretendin’ i don’t get to you, or are you finally gonna admit it?”

your breath hitches, and for a moment, the world narrows down to the space between you, so charged it might as well be buzzing. but you don’t back down. instead, you lift an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your own lips. “you’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

he grins then, slow and wicked, his hand brushing against the fence post beside you as he leans just a fraction closer. “no, darlin’. i’m just sure of you.”

m.list

[hepdenerose]

Developments in Eaves Wood and Lumb Bank

Feeling wobbly at the start of September, I rallied late afternoon for an afternoon walk to Eaves Wood. I all but climbed the Cuckoo Steps in one go while Phil, footsore from working, trailed behind. We paused frequently on the ridge to take in views over Mytholm and Stubbing Holme. The distant haze turned verdant trees a misty blue and almost obliterated the mill chimney opposite. Along the top…

[bug-catcher-in-viridian-forest]

On what day did Ganon awaken in Breath of the Wild?

(Or 'How much time does it take, logistically, to go from Sanidin Park to Mount Lanayru and then back to Lanayru Promenade?')

In memory #14 Zelda informs Link that the following day it's her birthday and that she will then make her way to the Spring of Wisdom. From the position of the sun and the direction of the shadows, we can tell that memory #14 happens at dawn. According to the description of the memory, they are returning from a field survey.

In memory #15, when Zelda and Link meet the champions at the East Gate of Lanayru promenade, after having returned from the spring, Ganon Awakens.

But how much time passed between the two memories? (Assuming they mean to reach the mountain as soon as possible or if we are just interested in knowing the earliest they could have taken to reach it.)

It depends of the path they have taken. There are two probable options:

Returning to the Castle, then heading to the mountain (purple + yellow in the map);

Going directly to the mountain (red + yellow in the map).

To see how much time these paths take, I've recreated their trip by travelling along the main road, riding the descendant of Zelda's horse. I've opted for trotting, the second slowest speed, because realistically a horse shouldn't be abused and in memory #14 they ride even slower.

RETURNING TO THE CASTLE, THEN HEADING TO THE MOUNTAIN - PATH #1

Starting the journey at about 5:00 from Sanidin Park, you can arrive at Castle Town at about 14:30. It should take a little more to arrive to the castle itself, but I wasn't able to ride there due to the high number of guardians. We should add half an hour for lunch, likely at the village by Carok bridge, bringing the hour of arrival at 15:00.

Regardless, if they have not taken the direct shorter route but decided to make a stop at the castle, Link and Zelda do not mean to leave for Mount Lanayru until the next day.

The next day, if they leave Castle Town at 6:00, considering that they have left the Castle itself even earlier, they can arrive to Dueling Peaks Stable at about 23:00. The first couple of hours are very approximative, as the guardians hindered me and, when I killed them all, they bloodmooned. We should add half an hour for lunch, likely on the road or, if late a lunch, at Gatepost Town, and half an hour for dinner, likely on the road. After counting the breaks, it would be already 00:00, too late to travel further, so they would likely spend the night at the stable.

GOING DIRECTLY TO THE MOUNTAIN - PATH #2

Starting at about 5:00 from Sanidin Park, you can arrive at Dueling Peaks Stable at about 21:00. We should add half an hour for lunch, likely at Gatepost Town, and half an hour for dinner at the stable. After counting the breaks, it would be already 22:00, too late to travel further, so they would likely spend the night at the stable.

BOTH PATHS

From this point onward, both paths are at the same daily time, but the first path happens a day later.

Starting at about 5:00 from the stable, you can arrive at Kakariko Village by 9:30, where they would probably stop for half an hour. From there, they would proceed off the main road to the Lanayru Promenade. They would arrive at the East Gate at about 16:00. We should add half an hour for lunch on the promenade, bringing the time of arrival at 16:30.

Since in memory #15 Link and Zelda don't have their horses after the East Gate in Naydra Snowfield, from here I proceeded on foot, walking at the same pace they usually walk when they travel in memories.

Following the path mostly hidden by the snow, it takes an eternity to go anywhere at this pace. At 21:30, I was just at the end of Naydra Snowfield. Adding an half an hour for dinner, it brings the hour of arrival at 22:00, so I believe this is where they would have camped.

The next day, starting at about 5:00 from the end of Naydra Snowfield, you can arrive at the Spring of Wisdom at about 17:00. We should add at least an hour and a half for lunch on the road and frequent breaks, since the road is uphill. Also adding half an hour for dinner, bringing the time to 19:00. It is reasonable to presume that for the night they camped at the spring.

Given the direction of the shadows and the position of the moon, the prayer in memory #13 happens at about 00:00, so it is more likely than not that Zelda makes her prayer between sunset and dawn.

I haven't actually walked all the way back to the East Gate of Lanayru Promenade, but assumed it still takes about a day and a half, which is also in agreement with them arriving at the gate to meet with the champions at sunset in memory #15, considering the direction shadows and the position of the sun in the memory.

That's when Ganon returns!

So the two paths take this long:

Returning to the Castle, then heading to the mountain: DAY -1: Returning at the Castle; DAY 0 (Zelda's birthday): Travelling from the Castle to Dueling Peaks Stable; DAY +1: Travelling from Dueling Peaks Stable to the end of Naydra Snowfield; DAY +2: Travelling from the end of Naydra Snowfield to the Spring of Wisdom; DAY +3: Travelling from the Spring of Wisdom up to some point down the path: DAY +4: Resuming the travel up to the East Gate of Laynaru Promenade. GANON RETURNS!

Going directly to the mountain. DAY -1: Travelling from the Sanidin Park to Dueling Peaks Stable; DAY 0 (Zelda's birthday): Travelling from Dueling Peaks Stable to the end of Naydra Snowfield; DAY +1: Travelling from the end Naydra Snowfield to the Spring of Wisdom; DAY +2: Travelling from the Spring of Wisdom up to some point down the path: DAY +3: Resuming the travel up to the East Gate of Laynaru Promenade. GANON RETURNS!

Personally I think the path in which they initially return to the castle is the most sensible, because:

The description of memory #14 says they are 'returning', which strongly implies returning to the castle.

Zelda says she will make her way to the spring after the following day.

It would be unrealistic for Link to be informed of the journey just as they are about to begin it.

Therefore I believe Ganon returned 4 days after Zelda's birthday at the earliest and that it is not possible for him to have returned on the day of her birthday.

[wolfstargazer]

Madam Puddifoots - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 636

Remus didn't know how it had happened. But he had suddenly found himself on what, to all outward appearances, looked like a date with Sirius Black.

He should have been more careful. A trip to Hogsmeade this close to a full moon could bring added complications. When he'd woken up that morning his head had already been swimming, and there was the tell-tale queasiness in the pit of his stomach that had made breakfast impossible to eat.

Peter had asked him if he was okay. James had offered to stay back to keep him company. But Remus had rallied, insisting he was fine, convincing the others if not quite himself that fresh air and distraction would do him the world of good.

He had very quickly realised, however, that this had been a mistake. James and Peter had dashed off to Zonkos but Sirius had hung back, his watchful eyes on Remus as Remus, out of breath and light headed, suddenly found himself leaning against a gatepost to keep himself upright.

"I knew I shouldn't have listened," Sirius said as he dashed over and placed a steadying arm about Remus' shoulder. Remus gave a thin smile. "You've always been a terrible liar."

"I'll be fine," Remus insisted breathlessly. Sirius rose an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I'll be better soon. I just need some-"

"Tea," Sirius finished, knowing Remus' tendency to imbue his favourite infusion, spiked with honey, with magical, restorative properties that the Muggle version definitely didn't possess.

Sirius took over, steering Remus down the path with single-minded determination. Only when they were outside Madam Puddifoot's did Remus hesitate, his eyes moving from couple to couple inside the tea shop, as he said, "We can't go in here."

"Why not?" Sirius asked.

Remus looked at the chintz curtains, the wallpaper with enchanted roses that bloomed as you looked at them, and the couples hand in hand across the tables.

"Well...I...it's..."

"You need tea. This place serves tea." Sirius opened the gate and jostled Remus through it.

There were two tables outside that were already occupied, but the last one had just become free. Sirius steered Remus towards it, and Remus had to conceed he was happy to sit down as Sirius sat opposite and opened the menu.

"Now, what shall we get? You'll want tea, of course. Disgusting stuff if you ask me. Don't they serve coffee? And you should probably eat. Something sweet but simple. I saw you didn't eat anything at breakfast. What's good here, do you think?"

Sirius was speaking fast and had waved over a waitress who had been watching them with interest before he'd placed an order. Tea. And cake. And a few scones. That was sure to sort things.

Remus was keenly aware of all the eyes upon them. He could feel himself turning pink, his embarrassment at least a distraction from the faintness that seemed to be subsiding.

Sirius had leant back in his chair and had noticed Remus' discomfort.

"What's the matter?" Sirius asked as the tea arrived.

"They're staring," Remus said.

"Who?" Sirius ignored the tea and started in on the cake.

Remus nervously cleared his throat. "Everyone."

For the first time Sirius looked around them, his eyes moving from couple to couple, before he gave a sharp bark of laughter.

"Honesty, Moony, anyone would think you're embarrassed to be seen with me."

"I'm not-"

"I'll have you know there are a great number of girls who'd be thrilled to join me for tea at Madam Puddifoot's."

"You'd best find one of those to keep you company then," Remus shot back, his humour returning as his nausea subsided.

Sirius cocked an eyebrow. Remus raised his cup.

"Feeling better I take it?" Sirius said.

"Much." Remus returned.

Sirius smiled, shook his head, and said, "That's good. Now drink your tea."