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#Wild Mountain Thyme
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Joan Baez “The Wild Mountain Thyme” Edinburgh, Scotland, October 5, 1965.
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JAMIE DORNAN as ANTHONY in WILD MOUNTAIN THYME (2020)
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Aesthetic Moodboards // “Wild Mountain Thyme”
And we'll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme, all around the blooming heather. Will ye go, lassie, go?
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Wild Mountain Thyme (2020)
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writeforfandoms · 8 months
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Wild Mountain Thyme 2
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You and Ezra continue your hunt for a wild dragon nest.
Warnings: swearing, Ezra is an ass, talk of nest raiding.
Word count: 1.2k
Eventual Ezra x f!reader
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Ezra wasn't sure he had ever had a partner so green. Oh, sure, she came wearing a pack. But she was so… bright. She had smiled, easy as anything, before she had even met him. She had such energy about her.
Or. Well. She had, until he'd gone and opened his mouth and let his own anger dampen her light.
Oh, he was sure she had asked to go along on an expedition, but that hadn't meant his. It wasn't her fault, exactly, that his employer decided to saddle him with a useless tourist of a partner. And after sleeping on the matter, Ezra felt… almost bad. Almost. Not quite actually bad, but close enough to it that he resolved to talk to her today.
Hopefully she wouldn't get herself killed, at least.
He sighed to himself and stretched out, pushing the sleeping bag down with his feet. At least the weather was supposed to cooperate - neither blistering hot nor bitterly cold, with lots of sunshine on the horizon. And the hike would be pretty, if remote.
Resolved to be a bit nicer and keep his ire aimed at his employer, Ezra crawled out of his tent and stood, shaking out his limbs. He looked over to her tent to gauge if she was awake yet.
And found her gone instead.
"Hells and damnation!"
You had woken early, a combination of nerves and being determined to not be late and hold back the hiking. You had slept off some of your mood, but not all of it.
And then you checked, and your partner for the next few days was still dead asleep. You could see his outline in his tent, could faintly hear him snoring. Your temper flared again, and you walked it off. You took care of your morning routine and then took a quick walk around. It’s not like you were going far, and you weren’t going to interact with people. Honestly, you weren’t entirely clueless, or dumb.
How had Ezra referred to you yesterday? Green? Yeah, something like that.
Heaving an aggravated sigh, you kicked a rock off the trail into the woods, pouting. Just a little. It wasn’t fair, you hadn’t done anything wrong. And yet Ezra hated you, clearly.
All you’d wanted was to come on this trip. You’d wanted this for years, had practiced and gone on hikes and done as much research as you could…
Well. If you had to prove to that ass that you could do it, you would. You didn’t need his approval. You didn’t need his help. Hell, maybe you’d end up helping him. That would shut his mouth.
You meandered back to camp and blinked when you found Ezra up and glowering at you.
"Where exactly did you wander off to?"
You snorted. "Had to do my morning stuff. We're still in a public campground, I didn't do anything crazy."
"We are trying not to draw attention to ourselves, Channel Rat, I do hope you realize."
You smiled, though you knew it didn't reach your eyes. "We are drawing more attention from you standing here scolding me than from my quick walk." Not waiting for his response, you walked past him and went to break down your tent and finish packing for the day.
Uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you again, all the way through you shouldering your pack.
"Are we leaving the car here?"
"Yes, we're on foot for the rest of the way." Ezra cleared his throat, fingers fiddling with the straps of his pack for a few moments. "We're headed this way today." He looked like he wanted to say more, then he shook his head and started walking. You fell in behind him.
He didn't set a harsh pace, content apparently to walk easily and steadily. You started off on an actual trail, but didn't stay on it for long. Within a few hours, Ezra was breaking off from the trail, heading through the woods.
And you followed him. You didn't like the guy, but you watched where he stepped.
There were more dangers out here than just dragons, after all.
Around lunch time, Ezra finally broke the silence.
"Why did you ask to come along on this little venture?" He glanced at you as he uncapped his water bottle.
You paused for a moment, grateful you were chewing. That gave you a few moments to consider your reply. "Research," is what you said. "I've done what research I can but so little is known on wild nests."
Ezra stopped and lowered his water bottle, gaze shrewd. "You are aware of what we are doing out here, yes? Because I am not here for research."
You rolled your eyes. "Yes, yes, we're nest raiding," you agreed, flapping a hand negligently. "I'm well aware of what's going to happen here. Like I said. I knew what I was getting into out here."
Ezra nodded. "Well, then, long as we've got that cleared up," he agreed, a little more cheerful. "Still, this is an unusual line of work, or research, for… someone of means."
You laughed. You couldn't help it. "Oh, don't worry about that," you said, still grinning. "That's my business."
"Fair enough." He shrugged and capped his water bottle again before he started off. You set off after him, shaking your head.
He was an odd one. But then, so were you. It was rather fitting.
The scenery was beautiful, at least. Wild and with no people in sight, not since you'd left the trail behind. You tried to map as you went, taking note of interesting rocks or trees, but you knew that you'd get helplessly lost before long.
There was no lack of wildlife, either. Rabbits darted away from the pair of you. Squirrels chittered as you passed below their trees. Birds chirped and sang to each other, flitting around finding food.
Honestly, it was perhaps the most peaceful thing you had ever seen in your life, marred only by the unfriendly brown-haired menace ahead of you.
"Channel rat," he called back to you after a while. "Come join me up here."
Curious, you quickened your steps to pull up even with him. He nodded to some bushes ahead of you.
"What do you make of that?"
You frowned, not moving closer but tipping your head to try to get a better idea of what you were looking at. "It's a bush. Looks torn up." You shrugged. "What's special about it?"
Ezra huffed, sounding annoyed. "That is not just a torn up bush," he groused. "That is a sign of dragon hunting. Look at the bush more closely - see where it got caught? Those cracked branches? And the roots, see how they're comin' up out of the ground?"
You nodded slowly, looking at it with more caution. You could see what he had seen, now. "How long ago, do you think?"
Ezra shrugged, reaching up to scratch the scruff along his jaw. "Hard to say. Recent enough that we're in the right area." He stalked ahead of you again, muttering under his breath. You just caught the words "untrained" and "useless".
A potent mixture of humiliation and rage pricked at your eyes, clogging up your throat. You breathed through it, closing your eyes tightly. You needed this. You needed this. You couldn't just march off now, no matter how much you wanted to.
So you waited until the rage had calmed a little. And then trudged after him.
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Will ye go, lassie, go, and we'll all go together
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brian-in-finance · 9 months
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🎶 I’ll Be Singing from Wild Mountain Thyme ⬇️
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Remember… and when you come to my window, laddie, I'll be singing. — Sinéad O’Connor
Song composed by Amelia Warner and John Patrick Shanley
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believemetheodore · 10 months
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The long awaited Archeology AU is now here!
Chapter one has been posted!! I won't be posting chapter directly on here I don't think, but I will provide the AO3 links as I post each chapter 💕
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CHAPTER ONE
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ladyhearthkeeper · 3 months
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Loreena McKennitt - Wild Mountain Thyme (Lyric Video)
"We'll all go together..."
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cinemajunkie70 · 1 year
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The happiest of birthdays to the very awesome and very beautiful Emily Blunt!!!
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Bob Dylan & Joan Baez “The Wild Mountain Thyme” Savoy Hotel, London, May 4, 1965.
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hello!! just an idea but have you done a moodboard for the song 'wild mountain thyme'? i think it would fit your gaelic songs vibe :)
Hello, friend!! I haven't done a board for that song, but I absolutely will! It's a beautiful song; I was just listening to Robert Robertson's cover of it yesterday :) Thank you for the request!!
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serendipity-in-love · 6 months
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Wild Mountain Thyme (2020)
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writeforfandoms · 2 years
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Wild Mountain Thyme
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Well, here we are. I am dragging Ezra into the dragon ‘verse next. Fair warning, while Jack’s story is wholesome and law-abiding, Ezra’s is very much not. 
Warnings: illegal activities, Ez is an asshole, swearing
Word count: 1.3k
Eventual Ezra x f!reader
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"Please tell me you are joking," Ezra implored the man on the other side of his computer. "I will happily laugh along to your little joke if only you say it is a joke." 
His sort of boss smiled, more amused than sympathetic. "Not a joke, my friend," he said. "Consider it a… personal favor." 
Ezra had to pause to take a deep breath. He could not ignore that. A personal favor from the world's best and most established black market dragon dealer? That was no small thing to dismiss, and could give him a good step up when he needed it. 
He blew out a breath, noisy and resigned. "A personal favor," he agreed. "You'd best not forget this."
On screen, his boss smiled, showing white even teeth. His jacket, tailored perfectly across his shoulders, was beautifully embroidered with gold and jewel tones (something that Ezra noted with no small amount of jealousy). A few hints of gold were visible in the shot behind him, along the wall of the library. The man did like to show off his power sometimes. 
"I won't forget this," he promised, smooth as satin. "You've got a week to prep. I'll send you the meeting coordinates." He hung up without another word, leaving Ezra staring at a "call ended" screen. 
Ezra shut his laptop, aggravated. He had been saddled with partners before, on many jobs. With some jobs, that was not ideal, but fine. 
But a partner for a nest raid? 
Ezra already knew exactly what that person would be. A distraction. At worst, a snack for an angry dragon. 
His lip curled angrily, and he swore softly to himself. But he went to go do some preparations of his own. 
Since apparently he was going to be babysitting. 
You could hardly contain your excitement even as you hopped off the bus. You weren't there yet, you knew you still had a ways to go. But you were here! In the crisp air of the Rockies, backpack on your back, feeling very bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. 
Even though you already had the instructions memorized, you still looked at your phone again, at the emailed instructions. 
After the bus arrives, you'll have half an hour before your ride picks you up. Look for the dark blue Ford Explorer with local plates. 
So, you still had several minutes to take care of things. Like a quick bathroom break. And a snack. 
You honestly weren't sure how long the trip was, out to wherever you were going. You hadn't been told. 
But that was fine. You were out here. You were going to learn so much. 
A dark blue Explorer stopped across the street from the bus station. Local plates. No one getting out, or in. Could be your ride. 
You observed quietly for a minute before deciding to take your chance. You walked over to the car. 
The driver's side window rolled down before you could knock on it, the man inside glowering at you. He was very handsome, with unkempt brown hair but for a blonde streak, and beautiful brown eyes. 
He was also, you discovered a moment later, an ass. 
"Get in the car before you draw attention to us," he grumbled. "We are trying to avoid detection, in case someone neglected to tell you."
You blinked at him, lips parted, momentarily flabbergasted. Then you shut your mouth and walked around the car. You got in, setting your backpack at your feet, and buckled in. 
"How long is the drive?" You asked, a little afraid, as he started driving. 
"Four hours." He shot you a look. "How much did he tell you?"
"I mean, I know what we're doing. But I was told that everything else would come from you, that you'd tell me where exactly we're going and how long this will take." 
He sighed, once, short and sharp through his nose. "Call me Ezra," he grumbled. 
"I'm–"
"I don't care. Until you have proven to me that you are better than useless, you will be Channel Rat. Understand me?" 
Oh. That hurt. You could feel the excitement dying in your chest. But you nodded and whispered, "Fine." 
The next twenty minutes were spent in quiet. The further away from town you got, the fewer cars you passed. The highway was narrow and winding, two lanes making their way through the countryside. It was gorgeous territory out here, and you had seen a lot in your life. But the quiet and the beauty of nature around you? With few people to interrupt that beauty? 
Marvelous. Just marvelous. 
Then Ezra started talking. 
"Now, I understand this is your first trip out. I must admit I have never had anyone so green with me before. I am going to lay down some ground rules to keep the both of us safe. Or, safe as we can, considering our target is a dragon nest." He glanced at you and you nodded to show you were paying attention. 
"Good. You need to do whatever I tell you to, when I tell you to. No arguing. Watch where I walk, watch what I do. There's no rescue out here, no backup team, no easy way out." His lips thinned into a hard line. 
"I know." 
"Do you?" He cut his gaze over to you, very obviously taking you in. 
And you ignored the flash of irritation, the realization that he was just another douchebag man who thought he knew better than you and dismissed you out of hand. You swallowed down the rage. That had no place out here. "I do, in fact." 
He snorted softly but looked away, lapsing into silence again. He wasn't still as he drove, tapping his fingers on the wheel and fidgeting in his seat. He flipped the headlights on as it got dark. 
He pulled off the road onto a smaller road, not as kept up. This one was bumpier, making conversation impossible (as if you'd been having any to begin with). 
Finally, he pulled off at a cramp ground, and parked at the campground at the back. You raised your eyebrows. 
"We're staying here tonight," was all he said as he turned off the car and got out. You scrambled out too and took your things over to the camp site. 
Well. At least your first night's sleep would be on flat ground. 
You could hear Ezra behind you, moving around and muttering to himself. When you looked, he had a small, single-occupant pop-up tent set up. He tossed a sleeping bag inside and plopped himself inside as well, leaving the flap open. 
You were beginning to hate this trip. Just a little. 
Your own tent was easy to set up, and you hid yourself away in your tent. You didn't care how it looked. You didn't care what he thought. 
He had made it abundantly clear that he didn't want to talk, or make nice, or even give you a single chance. Fine. You could return the favor. 
You ate your dinner in silence. You were prepared for this, had spent weeks so excited for this trip. You had double and triple checked your pack. 
You weren't gonna let this asshole ruin it for you. 
You could hear him muttering to himself, but he did seem to be talking to himself. So you didn't concern yourself with his mutterings. 
Instead, you pulled out your notebook to take notes of the day. It was a bit old fashioned, maybe, but you liked the process of actually writing your thoughts down, putting pen to paper. 
The words flowed tonight, channeling your frustrations and helping vent some of your rage. It was enough. Just enough to be able to set your feelings aside and sleep. 
You knew you'd need it for the next day. Especially if you were expected to hold your tongue.
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I need a Merlin/Wild Mountain Thyme Mashup where Arthur and Merlin grow up side by side on their farms as best frenemies. Arthur’s still a prat. Merlin’s still a sarcastic feral brat. And they love each other, pester each other and obviously won’t admit to their growing feelings because…
At age 6 Merlin told Lancelot a secret that he refused to share with Arthur. It becomes a fight. Arthur pushes Merlin and punches Lancelot. Merlin has Hunith add an extra gate to the road. Arthur whines about it for years but he and Merlin remain inseparable, bickering idiots on the edge of falling in love and slowly burning along.
Until it all comes to a head and Arthur kisses Merlin in the field one day twenty years later. Merlin shoves him off.
“How can you not feel it!?!” Merlin screams.
“Feel what?”
“The magic between us. You make magic course through my veins. Since I was six and you’re telling me you don’t feel that?”
“That’s the secret? You think it’s magic? It’s love you idiot!”
Merlin leaves heartbroken, because to him it is and always has been magic. Arthur apologies (after appropriate angst and pining) and admits that Merlin may be right that Merlin is magic.
If you haven’t watched Wild Mountain Thyme, watch it. Two idiots in love. 🥰 🐝
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