TN Candies Part 5
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/Part 4
And as promised, I’m back with more candies! And a quick preface, at the request of OP, I’ve removed all mentions and links to OP’s account, but please bear in mind that this is a translation/summary
Usual Disclaimers:
This post contains content regarding real-person shipping. If you’re uncomfortable with the subject, again, please don’t read under the post
This is a translation and summary of a post on Weibo, not my original findings or thoughts. I am just the translator and messenger
Please remember that the people who do this do it in good nature.They don’t mean any harm, and they don’t cause any harm because China is physically and digitally too far away for them to actually fuck shit up, and they understand the lines of parasocial relationships: those who met with Taylor during his China trip in December know to, and didn’t bring up this in front of him. They know where to draw the line, and whoever doesn’t and starts becoming a problem gets kicked out of the community. This is meant for fun.
Per OP's request, please DO NOT repost my translations to Twitter.
Today’s post is about the overlaps in Taylor and Nick’s social circles
Taylor’s Family and Friends:
As mentioned in part 1, after the Academy Museum Gala, Taylor’s sister Ash (who has a public Instagram account) reposted three photos from Taylor’s post of the night to her Instagram stories: Two of Taylor’s portraits, and the photo of Taylor and Nick. Interestingly, she posted the photo with both boys twice.
A close friend of Taylor’s started following Nick on social media on 5th December last year, and liked a couple of his posts. He was the one who revealed that Taylor was attending several different parties on Oscars night (Governor Ball and Vanity Fair). Interestingly, he never revealed Taylor’s schedule/plans before, but did so the one time Taylor was heading to an event that Nick was already attending.
Taylor’s uncle follows @/nicktaylor, the Taylor and Nick updates fan account on Instagram
Taylor’s nephew only liked two of Taylor’s posts on Instagram, which happened to be the ones that Nick liked
Taylor’s cousin and another sister follow Nick on Instagram and liked a couple of his posts.
Taylor’s good friends with the producer of TIOY, Gabrielle Union, they were at the Burberry show together. Funnily enough Gabrielle first posted the new of TIOY trailer breaking record on her story, then it was followed by a photo of her and Taylor at the Oscar After party
@/thisjenna was both Taylor’ stylist for the SAG Awards and Nick’s stylist from SXSW
Nick’s Family and Friends:
As mentioned in part 2, Nick’s sister and only sibling, Lexi started following Taylor on Instagram starting from last December during the Christmas holidays and liked a couple of Taylor’s photoshoot posts that has nothing to do with Nick.
Camila Cabello, Nick’s close friend and co-star from Cinderella 2021 likes to tease Nick (as close friends would): After the GQ MOTY event where both Nick and Taylor were in attendance, Nick said “My Taylor” instead of “My Taylor impression”, wore the Cartier watch mentioned in part 1 and 4 for the first time in public, and left early, Camila commented “somebody is Gua Sha’ing” Gua Sha 刮痧 is a Traditional Chinese healing method that uses a smooth stone to stroke and press on the patient’s skin, which leaves the skin red (Meraki: my mom did it for me yesterday and God it hurt like a bitch) so TL DR she’s teasing him about his blushing, and he replied “you’re out of control” And under Taylor’s post from the Oscar After Party with the photo of the three of them, she straight up commented “Throuple alert”
One of the actresses from Cinderella who’s close with Nick, whose Instagram account is followed by both Nick and Lexi liked a RWRB post from Prime’s main Instagram account
Tony Curran, King James from M&G, as mentioned in part 3 liked a bunch of RWRB/Firstprince and Taylor posts on Twitter (Meraki: which, what the fuck Sir) as well as liking posts from Twitter account that have Taylor as their profile pic
The official Instagram account for August Moon, the boyband in TIOY reposts a story from a Taylor Nick fan account
Members of Nick’s PR team liked both RWRB post from prime/official rwrb account and a few posts of Taylor that’s just him and has nothing to do with Nick
An actress from TIOY (who wears a blue dress in the trailer) and Jaiden Anthony, another member of August Moon (character name Adrian, but also guys please don’t go bother him over this), M&G’s costume designer, Purple Heart’s songwriter, a TIOY crew member, even Anne Hatheway’s stylist liked RWRB posts from either the official rwrb account or prime’s main account
That’s it for part 5 and today’s update! See you in the next one on Sunday :D
Tagging a couple of folks (Lemme know if you wanna be tagged for the next one!):
@lfg1986-2 @tal-vez-o-quizas @na-18dia @mylucayathoughts @androgynoustriumphclown @hopefulblizzardsublime @whattfisausername @leimons @ghostwithatophat @badhimboi88 @pippin-katz
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“All right, young Lincoln, you may ask us sex gods our opinion,” Jake said.
“Actually, I was looking for Penelope.”
Jake looked crestfallen. “I thought I was your go-to sex advice guy.”
“Uh, I’m his go-to sex advice guy,” Cole said. “Lincoln comes to me when he needs fodder for his stories. You’re an old married fuddy-duddy—”
“Who gets sex every night,” Jake shot back. “Can you say the same?”
Penelope couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Cole. Could he say the same?
Cole narrowed his eyes at Jake, who grinned. “Thought not.”
Penelope smiled, enjoying their easy banter.”
“Why do I get the feeling we just walked into one of their disastrous plans?”
Cassidy shook his head, but he too looked wary. “I don’t know. But they’ve already got most of us ringed or on the way to the altar.”
“Most of us,” Jake said. “But not all.”
The other four men turned their attention to Cole and Lincoln, who’d both been looking at their phones and missed the whole thing.
They looked up, then looked at each other in confusion.
“Uh, what’d we miss?” Cole asked.
Julie’s husband, Mitchell, clapped Cole on the shoulder. “Don’t even worry about it, man. Chances are you don’t want to know.”
“A strange wheeling noise sounded from the hallway, and Cole shifted to see Lincoln scoot his way into Cassidy’s office while still seated in his office chair.
“Seriously, dude?” Jake asked. “You wheeled in here? Nobody does that past the age of eight on Take Your Kid to Work Day.”
Lincoln shrugged as he shuffled his feet, scooting forward until his chair was on the other side of Cole’s. “What? Cassidy only has two chairs, so I brought my own.”
“For what?” Cole asked. “Group therapy? Why do I get the feeling this doesn’t have to do with my work on the actual magazine?”
“Because that would be boring,” Lincoln said.
Cole glanced to his right and gave Lincoln a once-over. “Dude, are you wearing a pink tie?”
Lincoln glanced down. “I rock it. You know I do.”
“Don’t you knock?” Cole asked.
“I don’t know, Jake, do we knock?” Lincoln said, raising his voice and looking to his left. “I’m pretty sure we don’t.”
“You don’t know what sport I played?”
If anyone noticed his subtle emphasis on the past tense, they didn’t show it.
Lincoln gave a sigh and leaned back in his chair once more. “So sue me. I don’t watch ESPN.”
“Or turn on the news, or watch the Super Bowl . . . ” Penelope muttered.
“Hey, I watched the Super Bowl,” Lincoln said. “Nearly cried at the Bud commercial with the horse.”
“Is this how you get so many women?” Cole asked, sounding appalled.”
“And I was thinking that since Lincoln here is—”
“A man whore?” Cole said.
Jackson smiled. “I was thinking that since Lincoln was single, he might be interested.”
“Sure,” Lincoln said with a shrug.
“Well, that was easy,” Jackson said, surprised by the man’s quick capitulation.
“It’s like I said. Man whore,” Cole muttered.”
“What?” he asked.
“You just said she has a ‘great smile,’ ” Cole said. “And you’re telling me you’re not into this woman?”
“Cole has a point,” Penelope said. “Guys only say a woman has a great smile when they’re super not attracted to her or they’re secretly in love with her.”
“Oh my God,” Jackson said, running his hands through his hair in irritation. “Then I guess it’s the first one. I’m not attracted to her. Also, are you guys always like this?”
“No, no, we’re usually much worse,” Jake said.”
“You really got this for me?”
“Thought it might be fun to join the competition to be your favorite. I’ve stayed out of the fray until now, because let’s face it, it’s not even a fair fight. But do me a favor—take a picture of Cole and Lincoln’s faces when they roll their asses in here and see that I’ve beaten them to the punch.”
“Whatever. I’ll get a salad at lunch. Unless, of course, Cassidy’s buying . . .”
“I’m not buying!” Cassidy said,”
“Ooh, he said corral,” Cole said, elbowing Jackson. “Another cowboy term for you!”
“You guys know that my house was in the ’burbs, right? Not a ranch? I haven’t even seen a horse since I was eight.”
“Well, this is highly disappointing,”
“If I’d known this is what your lunches were like, I’d have tagged along weeks ago.”
“They’re not usually,” Jake said as they sat around a round table. “Cassidy’s just trying to butter you up so you’re extra chatty when Cole and Penelope interview you.”
Cassidy only lifted a shoulder as he opened his menu. “That’s basically true.”
Jackson glanced around the table. “So . . . everyone knows about that, huh?”
“Are you kidding?” Cole said. “They’ve been trying to hijack my story.”
“Calm down, princess. Nobody’s trying to hijack your story,” Lincoln said.
“Well, you’re not, because you hate football. But everyone else has given me so much uninvited input, I’m thinking of putting a suggestion box outside my door.”
“Don’t even question it, man. You’re one of us now. No more secrets.”
“Mollie walked up and stood between Jake Malone and Alex Cassidy, both barely glancing at her as they muttered distracted hellos. She jerked her chin to where her boyfriend sat perfectly still holding both hands out in front of him, his fingers shaped like L’s and touching at the thumbs, as Lincoln sat across the table from him with a triangular piece of folded paper.”
“So,” she said casually, “what’s happening here?”
“Paper football,” Jake said without looking away from the table.
“Uh-huh,” she said. “And everyone is riveted by this third-grade phenomenon because . . .?”
“Because whoever wins gets to be my best man,” Cassidy responded without glancing at her.”
“Jake came over and shook his head. “Sucks, man. I’ve known you longest.”
Cassidy gave him a look. “I know you lost in the first round on purpose.”
Jake smiled guiltily. “I don’t want to wear a tux.”
“Fine, but no boutonniere.”
Cassidy leaned down toward Mollie. “Make sure to mention to Emma that I want boutonnieres for all the men, would you? Pink, something lavish.”
Jake ignored this and turned his attention toward the table. “Lincoln, what in the hell are you doing? Just flick the damn thing already.”
“Seriously,” Jackson muttered. “My hands are getting tired.”
“Sucks for you, Molls. The man has cramping hands,” Jake said.
“Not too cramped to do this,” Jackson said, lifting his middle finger at Jake with a grin before resuming the field goal position. “Mathis, for God’s sake, end this.”
“If Lincoln makes this, he wins,” Cassidy explained. “Although I’m thinking I should have set a time limit.”
“Lincoln came barreling at Cassidy, wrapping his arms around the other man’s shoulders in a comical, one-sided man hug.
“From here on out, just call me BM,” Lincoln said, resting his head on Cassidy’s shoulder and batting his eyelashes.
“Bowel movement?” Cole said in sham confusion.
“Best man,” Lincoln corrected haughtily.
“All right,” Cassidy muttered, trying to fend off Lincoln’s man hug. “That’s enough.”
“Emma stared at him with wide, slightly accusatory brown eyes. “The what?”
“The stamen. The pollen-producing part of a flower, Sinclair. Don’t you watch the Discovery Channel? Animal Planet? I just saw a fascinating documentary on bees. See, when the bees land on a flower, their little feet pick up pollen from the stamen—”
“Mathis. Are you talking to my fiancée about semen?” Alex Cassidy asked, coming up beside Emma and setting a possessive hand on her waist.
“Stamen,” Lincoln clarified. “Not semen. Honestly, is sex all you people think about?”
“Yes.” This came from Riley Compton, a brunette bombshell whose status as New York’s foremost “sexpert” meant she had zero qualms about discussing sex at her best friend’s rehearsal dinner. “And you know, actually, the stamen is rather sexual. I saw that bee documentary too, because these are the sort of things you do when you’re nursing a never-satisfied baby, by the way, and the stamen is a flower’s male reproductive organ. Sexy, right?”
Emma inserted the arm not holding her champagne flute between the two of them. “Guys, it’s my wedding weekend. Can we not talk about flower boners?”
“Fair enough, bride,” Lincoln said. “What[…]”
“Gosh, however will I keep my hands to myself?” Lincoln muttered.
“Lincoln, I swear to God—”
“He’s messing with you, Em,”
“The second she got in reach, Lincoln scooped her up. “Ki loves to Skype, don’t you, baby?”
“Cole!” Penelope shouted. “Come look at our godbaby!”
“That’s not a baby,” Cole said, coming into view and nudging Penelope out of the way, taking a huge bite of folded pizza. “It’s a rat with a bow. Lincoln, why is that rat wearing a bow?”
“Nick’s a part-time bartender,” Penelope told Lincoln. “Sometimes he can be talked into making cocktails in the break room in the afternoon.”
“All right, so, it’s bad but not desperate. I didn’t have her crying on the floor,” he said with a look at Mitchell.
“Nor did I fly to Texas.” This Lincoln said with a glance at Jackson.
“Nor did I ditch her on her wedding day,” he said to Cassidy, who calmly gave him the middle finger.”
“Make me another of these and I’ll give you something to work with,” Hunter said.
Nick glared. “Great. And then we can paint each other’s nails after?”
Lincoln raised his hand. “I’m in.”
Jackson punched Lincoln’s hand down with more force than necessary. “No.”
“ot worth dwelling on is a good shag.”
Lincoln, Jackson, and Nick all stared at him.
“Shag?” Nick said.
Hunter shrugged. “I have English relatives.”
“Explains the Prince Harry ginger hair,” Jackson muttered.”
“Daisy reached out and shoved Taylor’s menu to the table. “You and Nick. Details. Now.”
Taylor sighed and took a sip of her water. “Is this the only reason you girls took me to lunch today?”
“No,” Daisy said, at the exact same time Brit said, “Yes.”
“Hold up,” Nick interrupted. “Maybe that’s her point. She’s just. Not really a word any of us want applied to us, right?”
Hunter gave him an annoyed look. “Just because you’re a writer doesn’t mean you always have to go all deep and shit.”
Nick was not only a part-time writer for Oxford, filling in wherever there was a need, but he wrote fiction as well.
“Can’t help it,” Nick said with a grin, tapping his temple with one finger. “Big brain.”
“Big ego too,” Lincoln added from behind them.”
“Hunter is Brit’s love coach,” Penelope announced.
“Like Hitch?” Jake asked, leaning against the doorjamb. “That movie?”
“Yes!” Penelope said, snapping her fingers. “I didn’t even see the similarities until now, but you’re totally right!”
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