Coffee an’ eluctant optimism. ☕ Why cannae weekends last langer than the week? Askin’ fer… well, aw o’ us. #ClanMacTAIvish #MondayMood

Trained aw the day. Danced aw the nicht. Yer caw — first drink ar first move? 😉🍸💃🏻 #ClanMacTAIvish #clubbing

Back tae lectures, coffee, an’ pretending Ah’m no’ waiting fer the next global incident. ☕📚 Pics drop fer aw Patreon members — Oct 24. #ClanMacTAIvish #SOEChronicles

Nae missions the day. Jist tea, stillness, an’ a reminder thah “fine” isnae a real feelin’. How aire ye doin’? Really. ☕💬 #ClanMacTAIvish #wellnesscheck

Rainy Scottish mornin’s: perfect fer tea, reflection, ar reluctantly gettin’ body-slammed by yer best pal. ☔🥋 #ClanMacTAIvish

Turns oot “hit first, ask questions later” isnae exactly a ground strategy. Who’d’ve thunk, eh? 🥋😅 #CeeCeeMacTAIvish #SOEChronicles #MMA

When your annual review sounds like a breakup but you’re the one planning the sequel. ☕📋 #ClanMacTAIvish #SOEChronicles

A wee throwback…

Deadpool & Wolverine. Hot Tea. Existential dread. Just another Wednesday. ☕📞 #ClanMacTAIvish #YouCanOnlyFailOnce

Studyin’ law. Thinkin’ aboot espionage. Totally normal Monday. ⚖️🕶️ #EspionageAndEssays #ClanMacTAIvish

Leaves are bonnie. Ma goosebumps are bonnier. 🍂 #CauldButCouture #AutumnMuse

Runnin’ late tae Prof. Munro’s class. Cauld, dreech, perfect coorie weather. Hopin’ the day comes wi’ a Yōsei update… or at least a cuppa tae keep ma haun’s frae freezin’. ☔ #CoorieWeather #ClanMacTAIvish

A lots goin’ oan in the world. Tame fer a break. No’ politics. No’ noise. Jist this: 🍻 & ‘How aire ye, really?’ #HereIsToYou #Kindness

Edinburgh lectures > Tokyo laser grids (fer the day). Caffeine, cobblestones, an’ a temporary ceasefire wi’ real life. #CeeCeeMacTAIvish #StudentLifeEdinburgh #NewSOE

Fae server rooms tae syllabi. Fae espionage tae Embra. Fae “target acquired” tae “tea acquired.” 🍵 #ModelStudent #ClanMacTAIvish

Did Ah crack the servers? Ar break the city’s Wi-Fi? Find oot in Episode 2: Ye Can Only Fail Once (8 Oct). Catch up on Episode 1 noo 👉🏻 patreon.com/CeeCee_MacTAIvish #ToBeContinued #JedburghDagger

Server farm, catsuit, drone overhead. Langford’s algorithm’s lurkin’ here somewhere. If Ah vanish, somebody check the vendin’ machines — Ah probably went lookin’ for crisps an’ got kidnapped by code. #ServerErrorMe #MissionAkasaka

Kachi Systems: lasers, locks, guards. Jedburgh: owerconfident, underfunded, an’ already arguin’ aboot rooftops. Guess wha has tae make it aw work? 🙋‍♀️ #BlueprintsAnBadIdeas #jedburghdagger

Subway platforms were never built fer gunfights. Buh apparently, neither was Ah — til the nicht. #TokyoShowdown #ClanMacTAIvish

Fae Yakuza boardrooms tae geisha backdrops. Tokyo’s full o’ contrasts. Me tae. #EspionageAndElegance #ClanMacTAIvish

The night’s tradecraft? No dead drops. No safecrackin’. …dancin’. Aye, seriously. Pray fer ma balance — Ah’ve got two left feet an’ a vendetta against heels.

Tokyo side-gig: modellin’ fer ramune. Reason #47 tae love this city: soda thah comes wi’ a marble. #RamuneRecon #CoverAnFizz

Tokyo lesson learned: ramen first, responsibility second. 🍜 The morn Ah’ll save the world. The nicht, Ah’m lickin’ the bowl. #MissionSlurp #TokyoTales

Wan hour in the field = five reports. Bond never had tae put up wi’ this shite. Tokyo better hae guid coffee. #DeathByPaperwork #JedburghDiaries

Central Park, fountain rendezvous. Nae contact. Nae signal. Nae chill. Smile. Scroll. Survive.

Quick wee check-in: Hoo’re ye haudin’ up, pal? Drop somethin’ kind in the replies — let’s mak this corner o’ the internet a wee bit brighter, aye? 🖤✨ #MissionKindness #CheckInCeeCee

Hidin’. Again. Saw the footage. Langford’s AI isnae aboot cat memes — it’s aboot control. Radicalisation by algorithm. An’ aye… Ah wore the wrang skirt fer this.

Followin’ wan lead. Thinkin’ aboot anither. No sure whit path is mine onymair. #TwoRoadsNoMap #ModelVsMission

The day’s op: CK campaign shoot. Tactical? Nae. Strategic? Absolutely.

Langford’s PED jist lit up. Two minutes later, a post goes live sayin’ he’ll be in Times Square. Casual. Coincidence, right? 🤔 Report comin’ soon. (If Ah’m still vertical, like.)

Langford ghosted. Ah laced up. We aw cope how we can. 🏃‍♀️

Aye, Ah started ma first mission at a swimsuit party. Nae, Ah’m no joking. Aye, Ah spilled alcohol on a billionaire an’ called it intelligence gathering.😅

Some lassies head tae NYC fer fashion, fun, an’ rooftop parties. Some also go tae confirm intel, flirt wi’ fame, an’ maybe stop a wee international incident. Ah’m multitaskin’. 🍸

Jist a lass. Enrolled in law school. Packin’ fer NYC. Absolutely no preparin’ tae infiltrate a pool party full o’ influencers. Nope. Definitely nae. (Definitely aye.)

Ah hate Mondays. Buh if Ah get tae bide in bed aw day in an oversized shirt, makin’ folk choose atween flannel an’ satin… maybe Mondays arenae sae bad efter aw.

🫢 Ah’ve got a secret. It involves a job. An’ the first rule o’ this job? Act like ye dinnae have it. Want mair? There’s a wee somethin’ waitin’ in Clan MacTAIvish. 🕵🏻‍♀️

🥊 The bags dinnae care if ye’ve been gone. Neither will the baddies. Back at Port o’ Leith. Back in motion. Back tae earnin’ every bruise.

Nae call. Nae problem. CeeCee vs. cortisol: round 3.

Mission complete. Noo Ah wait. Back in Embra, caffeine in haun, pretendin’ Ah didnae love every bloody second o’ spy school. Still buzzin’. Still knackered. Still tryin’ tae act casual wi’ a heid full o’ classified chaos.

The day Ah presented the case: Braurmen’s guilty. By week’s end, Ah’ll ken if Ah passed ar if Ah’m heid-first back tae torts an’ techno. Either way? Ah did the thing.

Jist yer average summer Friday. Crop top. Cauld brew. Counterintelligence. Trailin’ Braurmen tae catch a drop. If he’s the baddie, Ah’m the lass watchin’ fae the shadows — wi’ lip gloss, low heels, an’ a plan B in ma back pocket.

Spy school, day wan o’ the final: sneakin’ in quiet, vintage records, an’ a simulated mole hunt. Ah found the file. Then the lights came on. Let’s jist say… this skirt wisnae built fer sprintin’.

Commandments 8–10: stick tae yer mission, rotate afore ye go radge, an’ never — ever — gie up. Coffee’s hot. Paranoia’s hotter.

Angleton. Ames. Hanssen. The class the day was a who’s who o’ espionage gone wrong. Learnin’ fae ghosts is one thing — no joinin’ ‘em is the trick. #SpySchoolChronicles

Stay in the game or heid hame? The day’s post is yers tae decide, luv.

First day o’ counterintelligence trainin’: “Own the street. Always.” The day Ah learned the difference atween watchin’ yer back an’ huntin’ whit’s creepin’ behind ye.

I recruited him. I passed. Tomorrow: Vienna. Phase 3 begins.

He came back. Ah asked the first real question. The day, he gets the first proper test. Here’s hopin’ he reads between the lines. #SpyLifeButMakeItCute

Me: Jist a lass in a bookshop, stretchin’ for a volume thah’s jist oot o’ reach. Also me: Baitin’ an intelligence asset usin’ boots, bum an’ Barthes.