#heartland confessions

[confessions-heartland]

"What did Nathan say that was so wrong? He’s not wrong with what he said, especially on this show, all relationships end in heartbreak. If not by divorce, but by their partner dying. I personally don’t see how that was wrong for him to say."

[heartlandtfln]

“(323):

Notice how both of our plans for hooking up with these guys involve getting them drunk? (1-323):

Oh my God, we're like men but with great boobs.“

[sparkstelly]

forgotten memoirs

part 3/4 of mourning your reciprocation

a quiet night, you and i, a spontaneous kiss to your cheek, and a cloudy sky. that was how it started.

the grey clouds were threatening to burst into showers of salty raindrops, but you didn’t seem to care, turning your back to me in favour of kicking something that sounded clinking like rocks and bits of concrete. i was a little worried that you felt uncomfortable at the sudden show of affection and debated loitering around a bit longer, but right now, i could feel a humid air in our surroundings, indicating looming rain.

“let’s take cover, quickly.”

i ushered, as my hand navigated to grab your other wrist that wasn’t buried in your pocket. i tried to drag you forward to what i assumed was the dimmed, blue light in a hazy fog that belonged to a convenience store, but when you spun around and faced me, you grounded your feet still, staying stubbornly in place. with frustration that probably adorned a frown on my features, i looked straight in your eyes. your eyes had never been short of hypnotic every time they looked at me because they provided answers that i seek, comforted my soul and communicated volumes even as your pretty lips stilled. they did none of those this time, except reflecting my frustrated face that i could clearly see, strangely so, even in the fog. i ignored the growing ire in my stomach in realisation that maybe i didn’t know you as well as i thought. i lowered my head, suddenly finding interest in your shoelaces. an unsure silence stretched between us until i was no longer able to stand your burning gaze on the back of my head. i muttered weakly:

“we’ll catch a cold.”

your cold hand cupped over the side of my cheek, slightly tilting my face upwards. it was my turn at being stubborn, keeping my head low enough so as to not meet your gaze. i guess i just wanted to sulk a little over the confusion in my heart - i still couldn't wrap my head around your actions. were they green signals for our relationship to bloom into an intimacy as romantic as a red rose, or was it merely my fantasies messing with my consciousness that could no longer differentiate what was real and what wasn't?

“i'm not that fragile, and besides, i'd have you by my side even if i fell sick enough that i couldn't think, right?"

your words rolled off your tongue onto mine a honeyed texture i couldn't get enough of, almost like a drug with stirred questions as its side effects. it wasn't just your words, no, because right after that, you snaked your hand around my head and pressed on its back so i could rest my forehead on your damp shoulder. oh. i was too focused on you that it had started to rain without my notice. the rain be damned if it could stop us from being so close to each other like this. plus, the reassuring way your hand patted my head gently emboldened me, telling me you wouldn't pull me away. so i blurted without thinking:

"please be mine."

too tired for regrets, my eardrums practically blurred out at that moment like a subconscious defense mechanism to block out any rejection that i'd rather die from embarrassment than to hear from you. it seemed like time had stopped, had really frozen each raindrop that rolled down the tips of my twitching fingers and the solidified air between us to frosted ice.

a beat of my heart. a shaky exhale from me, from you or from both of us, i didn't know. but that didn't matter, like how insignificantly heavy the rain was, weightless, in contrast to those words you uttered, thick and dripping with sugary honey, an endearing promise i longed for:

"i'm yours."

i could breathe again.

[gyudons]

i’m sorry but this is the FUNNIEST THING i’ve ever read… a bunch of academics peering at this wooden dildo and having Intense Discussions about it

GUARDIAN - Archaeologists believe they may have found the only known lifesize Roman dildo, discovered in a ditch in what were the farthest northern fringes of the empire.

If it was not used as a sexual implement then the 2,000-year-old object may have been an erect penis-shaped pestle, or it could have been a feature from a statue that people touched for good luck.

What it definitely is not is what it was catalogued as after its discovery at the Roman fort of Vindolanda in Northumberland in 1992: a darning tool.

“I have to confess,” said Newcastle University archaeology senior lecturer Rob Collins, “part of me thinks it’s kind of self-evident that it is a penis. I don’t know who entered it into the catalogue. Maybe it was somebody uncomfortable with it or didn’t think the Romans would do such silly things.”

If they did think that, they could not be more wrong given that two- and three-dimensional representations of phalli were ubiquitous in the Roman world, whether in mosaics, frescoes, pot decoration or pendants worn around the neck.

The Vindolanda phallus is 16cm long but, researchers say, was probably larger because archaeological wood is prone to shrinkage and warping.

It has been examined by researchers at Newcastle University and University College Dublin. The analysis has revealed it to be, at the very least, the first known example of a disembodied phallus made of wood recovered anywhere in the Roman world.

The phallus was found in a ditch along with dozens of shoes and dress accessories as well as craft waste products such as leather off-cuts and worked antler – perhaps one reason for it being seen as a darning tool.

“What makes this a first is that it is not a small, miniature phallus,” said Collins. “It’s lifesize. It’s also important because wood just doesn’t normally survive … we couldn’t find any parallels.”

The size and uncertainty of function was fascinating, he said. “Often in archaeology when we find an object we can tell what it was used for or deduce what it was used for. That wasn’t the case for this object. We have had to cast our nets wide in thinking what would a six-and-a-half-inch wooden carving of a phallus be used for.

“We had some very interesting discussions.”

Ancient phallic objects were often used for warding off evil. The analysis showed the Vindolanda phallus had notably smoother ends, indicating it was used for something over a period of time.

The team has alighted on three possible theories, all of which are outlined in a detailed discussion paper published in the journal Antiquity.

One theory is that it was used for sexual reasons. That could mean it was a sex toy although some caution is needed, said Collins.

“Sometimes they [dildos] weren’t always used for pleasure … they can be implements of torture so I’m very conscious of using the term sex toy. Hopefully that is what it was used for. That is the most exciting and intriguing possibility.

“If that is the case it would be, to our knowledge, the first Roman dildo that’s been encountered from archaeology. We know from Greek and Roman poetry and Greek and Roman art that they used dildos. But we haven’t had any archaeological examples found which is intriguing in itself.

“If it is that and it is found up here on the northern fringe of the empire and not down in the rich heartland of Roman Italy … it is kind of astounding.”

Theory two is that the object was used as a pestle, either for culinary purposes or to grind cosmetic or medicinal ingredients. Its size would have made it easy to use and the shape would have imbued the food or ingredients with perceived magical properties.

The third option is that it was meant to slot into a statue which passersby would touch for good luck or to absorb or activate protection from misfortune – which was common throughout the Roman empire.

If that was the case, the statue would probably have been located near the entrance to an important building but the evidence indicates that the phallus was either indoors or at least not in an exposed position outside for any length of time.

Researchers hope the Vindolanda phallus will prompt a search for similar objects in other collections. In the meantime it has gone on display at the Vindolanda museum.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

hi! i saw you were doing requests, and i was wondering if you could do a oneshot of reader sleeping in john's tent for the first time because its all snowy and cold :3

❄️ cold snow and warm arms ೃ࿔*

word count - 700

warnings - brief mention of death, no mention of abigail or jack, john being awkward ( love him!! ) , gn!reader

author’s note - i love writing for red dead characters!! thanks for the cute req, i hope you enjoy reading ₍ᐢ. . ᐢ₎♡!

after weeks of being up in the harsh winds and snow of colter, the van der linde gang thought they were finally out of the miserable weather. they had relocated to horseshoe overlook, a quiet camp in the heartlands of new hanover. the first week or so had been decent weather, albeit a little chilly, as it was still early spring.

however, after not even two weeks of being in the new camp they were hit with a massive cold front, which unfortunately brought snow along with it. the entirety of the camp retreated inside their tents, the grounds of horseshoe overlook the quietest it had been since the rowdy gang arrived.

the canopy you usually slept under didn’t provide nearly enough warmth for a cold night like tonight, so john had offered to let you stay with him, which you gladly agreed to. you and john hadn’t been together for very long, you only finally confessed your feelings after he was attacked by those wolves up in the mountains. when he hadn’t returned to camp after days, you regretted not speaking up about the feelings you harbored towards him, and it all came spilling out once you saw him, bloody, cold, and inches away from death once arthur and javier had brought him back to camp.

you got settled into his tent, sitting down on his bedroll. you had already changed into comfier clothes for the night, and you were waiting for john to return with some of pearson’s barely palatable stew.

a couple minutes later he came back, one bowl of stew in each hand. he sat down next to you and handed you a bowl, to which you smiled gratefully and thanked him quietly. while pearson’s stew was usually bland and not enjoyable, you were glad you had food to eat. kind of. some days if you wait too long, the stew will be boiled beyond recognition, and turns into a chunky sort of sludge. that’s when you would resort to canned peaches or beans that you had hidden away in your satchel. thankfully the stew was just about edible today.

you ate together, making small talk in between bites of stew. after that, you set your bowls aside laid down on his bedroll together.

you laid down facing him, and looked into his eyes for a moment. he looked worn out, everyone in the gang was. running from the law and being out in the snow for weeks wasn’t exactly the easiest thing. you cupped just cheek gently, being careful not to touch the stitches that ran across his face. the wolf attack had left him with nasty cuts, ones that would definitely scar, but they didn’t make him any less attractive to you. plus, not many people could say they endured and survived a wolf attack. you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, slightly off center as to not disturb the cut the that ran through the right side of his lip. he kissed back and although his kisses were a little awkward, you didn’t mind. they were sweet in their own way.

you shifted on the bedroll next to him, cuddling up to him carefully. he went stiff for a second before slowly melting into and getting more comfortable with your touch.

“warm enough?” he asks quietly, cautiously putting his arm around you as you adjust the blanket that was draped across both of you.

you nod, “yes, are you?”. he nods in response, carefully pulling you closer.

when you first got together john was not the most affectionate. partly because he was still recovering from the wolf attack, and also because he simply wasn’t used to physical touch. you noticed that despite how awkward he still felt, he was slowly becoming more comfortable around you. the way he held you close to his chest, his chin resting on top of your head made your face flush slightly.

“good night, john” you said quietly.

“good night” he responded, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

neither of you said much else, quickly falling asleep in each other’s arms. the harsh winds outside were nothing compared to how warm and safe you felt in john’s arms.

© pursuedbyamemoryy 2023. please do not copy, translate, or modify any of my work

[3cremepie3]

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚

Smut 18+

Kobeni x fem reader

Filming, humiliation, degradation, use of sex toys, sub/ dom dynamics

“Isn’t that place for lovers?” Kobenai was puzzled as to why you asked her to go to HeartLand with her. “I seen friends go in here together plenty of times not just couples.” So what do you say?”

“Yes of course,” she exclaimed. Kobenai didn’t even know you saw her as a friend because she was too afraid to ask you even though you’ve been roommates for months. She was also too afraid to ask you out. Preferably to the very same amusement park.

But fate must have touched your mind somehow. She had always been a coward her whole life. Letting people degrade her and boss her around. She hated it wanting to free herself from those very things. That’s why she moved with you once she saw the available space.

She didn’t know moving with you would stir up feelings. One day after she went into your room to ask you a question she stumbled on something she wasn’t supposed to see. Strapped to your chair was a 10-inch dildo recently used. And open on your computer tab was a Tumblr post.

What she read had her dumbfounded. It was a post written about how you would love to degrade a willing sub into submission until they break. She exited your room before you came out of the bathroom ready to clean up your mess.

Ever since then after she came home from her late shift she would creep towards your room. Just to see your creaming pussy riding on the girthy dildo. She would fall to her knees and touch herself to you writing all of your filthy thoughts as you came undone. She always disappeared before you noticed her or so she thought.

Flash forward since you guys got to HeartLand late in the day you decided to stay in your motel. Hearts motel would have to do instead of the luxury hotels the amusement park carried since you two had a limited budget.

The motel room was amazing chocolate flavored condoms in every corner and the actual candy. A big heart bed there was nothing more y’all could ask for. Except for people your age to not have the same idea.

Since they all came to motels instead you would hear all their groans and moans through the walls. “Um, I’m gonna go in the hot tub for a little while I’ll see you.” Kobenai slipped out leaving you shocked.

Your plan to spend a romantic night at HeartLand had failed. See after she snuck into your room you snuck in hers reading through some notes tabs she had opened. They were surprisingly innocent compared to Kobeni who you thought was just a raging hormone in a young woman's body. They talked about plans for you two to get married and go to HeartLand for your honeymoon.

So you tried to make the plan come true bringing her here and hoping she’ll get so flustered to the point where she would have confessed her feelings for you. But she had just left out hearing all the lovemaking through the walls and seeing Kobeni’s flustered face had you horny.

She would be in the tub for while you figured so you had time for a quick play session.

Kobenai walked to the pool and hot tub area and saw that the gate was locked at 10:00. It was 10:05. She was upset that she just missed the pool but went upstairs anyway. Maybe this was a sign to spend time with you. While In the middle of kicking off her flip-flops and turning the door handle she stopped. She was hearing strange noises.

She listened closer hearing moans and groans coming from you. She knew these very well since she was such a pervert always spying on you. Your strained voice brought her out of her thoughts. “Kobeni!” She swears she heard you moan. She froze staying at the door. “I know your out there baby come on help me I know you’d love to.”

She would love to go in there and ravish your body until your brain was mush but she couldn’t. Or so she thought her body moved on her own opening the door to reveal you all sloppy looking your clothes half off.

“Um,” you began to say. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner Y/n.” She was shocked if only had she acted on her feelings and she was less of a coward you wouldn’t have had to wait for so long.

“It’s not okay,” you pouted. “Get over here,” you demanded. “I happen to know a way you could make playing with my feelings up to me.”

“I’ll do anything,” she confessed. “I take you up on that.”

“Now come one bend over and show the camera how wet you are.” She bent over face down ass up exposing her drooling pussy. “Take the rest of your swimsuit off,” you commanded. She peeled the rest of her swimsuit on revealing the rest of her petite figure.

“Now do what I asked as I sit back and relax or else you’ll get punished.” Yes, mom-my.” She stuttered on the last part not wanting to call you such a dirty name. Or you should be the one calling her that. She sat in the cowgirl position grinding on a dildo you brought just to use on her.

“Good girl,” you hummed. She rubbed up and down on the plastic her eyes rolling as it hit her clit. You sat in an armchair with a vibrator rubbing against your folds.

“Start speaking now,” you dictated. “Yes.” She sunk down on the dildo her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Come on take it all or do you need some help.”

“I can do it.” She insisted coming all the way off just to impale the thick shaft into her body. She screamed not being used to such a thick size. “Mmm that’s a good girl,” you hummed.

“Now why don’t you start the confession.” O-okay I will.” You looked delectable your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you turned up your setting. She wanted so badly to finish you off but she wasn’t allowed to touch you. Or herself the only thing that was allowed was her grinding on the dildo.

“Y/n!” I’ve been in love with you for mon-ths Ahh!” You turned the vibrations in her dildo on. “I write in my journal about how much I love you every night.” I just can’t help it your sooo- mmm shit.” Amazing!” Kobeni’s legs began to shake her slight pain turning all the way to pleasure.

“I want to cum to you.” No, I didn’t mean it like that.” I want to say I love you so much!” Her tongue fell out of her mouth as she creamed all over the dildo. It still vibrated in her as she fell over.

You turned your vibe off you got up off the chair your legs still wobbly. “What a sweet confession right you guys.” You laughed at the camera. “If only you were completely honest you could have gotten off the hook,” you hissed.

“Wait what,” she questioned. Before she could do much of anything you crawled to her sucking hickeys all over her neck and then to her sweet spot.

“Aww your so sensitive,” you snickered. “Stop all this teasing please!” Just let me touch you L/n.” Hmm let me think about that,” you pondered.

“No.” She whined as you began to rub her hardened nipples. You took one of them into your mouth swirling your tongue around it as your other hand pinched her other bud.

She couldn’t take the torture anymore she needed to touch you at least.

You grabbed her hand bringing it away from your body. You looked back to the camera. “Look she can’t even go a couple of minutes without touching me what a whore.”

She whined at your harsh words feeling turned on by them. “We’ll you failed already.” Let’s begin with the punishment.”

You pulled some handcuffs from the red nightstand. They were cute bedazzled in red diamonds. But they looked even cuter when they locked Kobeni's hands to the bed frame.

A/n: I’ll make a part 2 I enjoyed this!! I support a secret dom Kobeni!!

[iwanthermidnightz]

I fully think that Dear Reader would be an absolutely epic name for Taylor’s book. I feel like I just love her so much that any title could make me feel that way though 🫶🫶

It would be a fitting title, whatever she chooses.

Dear Reader / Like Me: Confessions of a Heartland Country Singer 🥹

[savbanks]

part of her mystery is how she is calm in the storm but anxious in the quiet

stats.

full name: savannah jane banks age: 33 date of birth: april 15th, 1990 astrology: aries sun, gemini rising, libra moon place of birth and current location: covington, ga residential area: downtown gender: cis-female pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: bisexual occupation: owner of mystic grill and wedding planner at vision of white.

family.

mother: marion banks ( nee foster ) father: joseph banks significant other:: married but estranged to Hudson Calhoun.

personality.

Savannah was always wild and free from the very beginning of her life. She was the girl that wouldn’t sit still for anything and always on the move. Challenges were her specialty and she never backed down from an adventure. Her energy was unmatched and she was always the one that people talked about. She is completely down to earth and doesn’t take many things to heart but she will always be an advocate for people. She is completely loyal to a fault and even though she may not seem to let things bother her, she has one of the biggest hearts around. This girl will literally give the shirt off her back for anybody and not ask for a thing in return. But don't be fooled with her sweetness because if needed, she has a bite worse than a black widow.

likes and dislikes.

Likes:  ballet, the feeling of shaved legs on fresh bed sheets, horror movies, the number 2, stargazing, old pickup trucks, the smell of fresh baked cookies, red lipstick, bubble baths, the color teal, sun rises and sunsets, long baths, white lilies Dislikes: birds, anything vanilla or cinnamon scented, gossip mills, the sound of chalk on a chalkboard, the way her body feels after working out

bio.

Savannah Banks came into this world as a surprise to Marion and Joseph Banks after years of trying for a child. Being the only daughter to an elementary school teacher and a ranch hand at Heartland, Savannah grew up more sheltered than she would have liked. She had always been a free spirit from the moment that she could walk, she was running and she never did as she was told. She wasn't necessarily a problem child, but she had her own ideas and her own adventures that she wanted to have that her parents didn't fully support. For as long as she could remember, she was itching to get out of this small town and into the worlds that she read about in books.

The small town life was something that Savannah had grown fond of especially when her and Hudson had finally decided that they wanted to take their friendship to the next level. Growing up together, they spent a lot of time with each other and it wasn't until they were in middle school that their feelings were confessed to one another. It felt like a movie, their relationship, and she was the happiest that she could have ever been. They were the envy of their friends and being each others high school sweethearts was inevitable; they were soulmates. Quickly after high school they were getting married with their friends and family and their life started. She was sure that this was going to be the love of her life and while he was, they had their ups and downs. When the career that Hudson had worked his life for was taken away from him, he became cold and while she tried to stay through it all it wasn't enough. She eventually fell pregnant with their daughter Alana and nine months later, they were a family of three. It wasn’t anything like she expected but for the first two years it was good.

She wanted to get out of the small town, feeling suffocated and she wanted to show Hudson and Alana the world. All of the places that she had imagined them going and the memories that they would make were in the forefront of her mind and she wanted nothing more than to live. But he was stuck and when she finally decided that she needed more, she gave him the ultimatum and when he chose this career, she left town and didn't look back. With the savings that she had, she bought a plane ticket to London and back packed through Europe before heading to Paris where she spent most of her time there. After a few years, she headed to New York where her best friend was living and got a job as a wedding planner at her friends company, Vision in White, where she had stayed before she got the call from her mother that her father was sick and they needed help.

Due to his excessive drinking, it was all taking a toll on his body after forty years and as much as her mom could handle, she wasn't able to handle this by herself. Savannah knew that her parents didn't ask her for much in life so when they did, she came back without a second thought. As much as she didn't want go back to Covington, she packed her bags and headed home where she knew she was going to have to face the many demons that she had left behind.

[weenheda]

looking at ancient posts about heartland, absolutely disgusted and surprised by the amount of men being misogynistic towards amy, whos literally 15 at the start of the show, for being a teenager doing normal teenage things and also apparently thry think being sa'd by her boss is her own fault??? 'sleazy' my ass

*cough Heartland Confessions cough*

[confessions-heartland]

"My wish is that in the series finale ancient Amy is sitting on her Heartland front porch. She nods off. A voice is calling Amy. Amy awakens and its Ty. He's youthful. She's youthful. They embrace. Ty says come on everyone is waiting. She follows him off the porch and all the characters are there saddled up and she jumps on Spartan. They all ride off.

The end."

[nevermindtheweights]

Welcome

Unpacked and ready, St. Louise stepped into the dining hall. Arriving suddenly though through expedited papers. Politics or not behind the move, she cared little for why she was upon this base but she would welcome it nonetheless. Far from her homeland of Missouri, the stuck-in-the-past shipgirl looked around to see many of her dearest companions, fellow girls of the ocean! Many were quite portly, even for what she had witnessed in her own heartlands. Barely anyone noticed her as she stepped more into the dining hall, the lunch rush ebbing as many stuffed girl sat around.

An audience! Willing or not, an audience.

Quick to hop upon a table, she place the violin she carried under her chin and played a few quick notes, gaining attention from some of the girls. Confused as they were about this odd stranger. 

And thus, she began; 

“Ahhh! By winter’s late yet still gentle kiss, Whisked by coastal breezes, pushed to destiny, On the cusp of new adventures, expressed unease, Plenty. But life is naught but full of this! The pains of newness, struggle and strife! What else is expected upon the seas of life!”

She walked along the table, stepping carefully as she resumed to recite poetry, her own works, made within the moment. She paused, played a few notes and twirled, winking playfully at some of the more surprised girls who burped in stuffed awe at what they were witnessing.

“From sunny heartlands from once I roamed, To the lands of youkai and volcanos old, From hot and humid to lands so cold! Yet here I stand, ready and willing, homed, In this land so new to me. To live and love, to bask and grow upon lands watched above.”

St Louise moved and jumped from one table to another, thankfully more barren of plates than most others. More eyes were on her now as she played more notes and gave a stylish pirouette, resuming her impromptu and strange welcome; 

 “To Japan, I bid you the joys of my company! Doubts and worries accepted and dismissed, I welcome you into my heart! Full glad to exist, even for a moment in these lands, accompanied, By my sisters no less, dearest and true! I owe it all to you!”

She puncuated that part with her arms wide, withdrawing the violin from her neck. She giggled and hummed. She returned the violin under chin and gestured out with the string towards her lardy crowd, addressing them more directly now as inspiration struck yet again;

“For you may be of portly stature, there! a wobble Engorged upon the bounties of this land, Under watchful command, help me understand, Why you all must consume and gobble? There must be plenty here, far beyond  What I expect! No matter how I respond.

A few girls seemed to get her meaning, blushing softly while others seemed more confused on the matter. No doubt not versed in the finer aspects of English Poetry, reckoned St Louise. She giggled again, a wink tossed out at some of the nearby girls. The audience had grown now, a few more eyes upon her, a few cooks having been drawn out by the commotion she has caused; “My joy for you all is never in doubt, For my heart is eager to greet you all, To meet in these early spring, to all, I say, ‘Where would I be without, My fellow shipgirls? Nowhere, I reckon! So pleased to meet you all!’ - my confession!”

A final play on the strings of her violin, she stopped. Stanza finished of her efforts of an welcoming sestain. A little experimental and perhaps not perfection but it was art nonetheless to St Louise, she gave a bow and hoped off the table.

“Thank you, thank you! I am St Louise and it is a pleasure to meet you all!” She would finally call out to some scattered applause of the lazy girls, most baffled but all not exactly sure what to make of all that. 

Not that it bothered the blonde who just marched out without nary a moment of lingering or embarrassment.

[xlntwtch2]

from the Huff Post... (evn through the sensationalist Yahoo page)..

"...One person held a sign that said “union members for Trump,” but admitted to the newspaper she was not a union member. Another carried a placard with the words “auto workers for Trump” and confessed he was not an auto worker when the outlet requested an interview. Neither identified themselves....

Donald Trump was in Michigan to court blue-collar workers but there were questions about the rally attendees...

The Guardian cast doubt on the composition of the crowd, writing “Trump’s pitch for autoworker votes in car heartland is short on autoworkers” in its headline.

United Auto Workers President Shawn Fain called Trump’s rally at a nonunion shop a “pathetic irony,” The Daily Beast reported..."

...and all he did was talk about himself and stoke fear, as usual...

[heartlandians]

Do you have any suggestions for other Heartland Tumblr blogs to follow? :) A lot of the ones you I used to follow seem to be inactive now!

The only ones that I know that have been somewhat active this year are:

Amber Marshall Daily Heartland Confessions The Real TC (mixed blog, not just Heartland) We Love Heartland

It's pretty quiet up here these days. I feel like most of the fan pages are either on Facebook or on Instagram.

[the-real-tc]

Late night confession time: Ugh. So fed up with the “Official Heartland on CBC” account now.

LiNk iN Bi0 🤪🤪🤪🤪

You know that only works for IG, right? So irritating to see it all across the non-IG platforms. It’s lazy and it’s patronizing. Previous “Blog Whisperers” would never have done that to us.