#'Elvira' Strawberries

[askwhatsforlunch]

Lavender Strawberries

These deliciously fragrant Lavender Strawberries, which also double as an excellent digestif, are a celebration of my Summer garden, and feels like a gift, thanking me for all the hard --albeit always uplifting-- work and joyous pottering! Happy Monday!

Ingredients (serves 1):

4 ripe Garden Strawberries (mine are delightfully sweet and juicy 'Elvira' strawberries)

a teaspoon Lavender Sugar

a tablespoon Lavender Liqueur 

Rinse Strawberries and pat them dry. Halve them, and place Strawberry halves in serving cup.

Sprinkle with Lavender Sugar, and drizzle generously with Lavender Liqueur.

Enjoy Lavender Strawberries immediately; in the sunshine, if you can.

[eurosleazarchive]

do u care her...

[supercantaloupe]

after the fire

i wrote this like two months ago and only just now got around to titling and posting it to my ao3. you know how it goes

[carolmunson]

orange colored sky (older!modern!eddie)

older!modern!eddie - setlist inspired by the fact that i fall in love with someone new every time i got to trader joe's and @loveshotzz new older!steve series. manip by my fave @eddiemunsons-missingnipple tw: nothing really, very much a meet cute at a grocery store. eddie is in his early 40s, reader is late-late 20s/early 30s. lemme know if you guys want this to be a whole thing.

the automatic doors rush cool air into your face, a sweet reprieve from the sticky heat of this summer. a much muggier july than you remember having as a kid. but then again, you don't remember that much about being a kid these days. trader joe's is a little busier than usual, which makes sense with the holiday weekend coming up -- but you hate when it's busy. there's already too many sounds -- some summer 90s playlist and the squeaks of the carts, people in their hawaiian shirts milling around with boxes and box cutters. you just want some snap peas for god sakes. 

you grab a basket and adjust your canvas bags on your shoulder, tossing your headphones in them for later. you feel 'running errands ugly' but everyone seeing you in the bike shorts you threw on this morning doesn't think that view is ugly at all. your music drowned it out on the train ride over here. you're already sort of annoyed. people just don't know how to do anything anymore -- why are we just standing in front of produce. get what you need and go! you think hastily. but you wait for people to stop gawking at the produce and make their selection before you grab the romaine, snap peas, and shredded brussel sprouts you need. when you turn you almost walk entirely into someone's cart, eyes flitting up briefly and muttering a 'sorry, s'cuse me'.

can everyone just get off my fucking ass? you huff to yourself internally. you maneurver over to fruits, a few stands in a row -- citrus, apples, berries. all separated by category in large cargo looking boxes. you snag a big box of cherries, the three pound one, knowing you'll go through the small ones too fast. you frown over the lack of watermelon, continuing along while someone turns the corner into your aisle. you look up for a moment, just to scan your surroundings, to see who it is.

 you've never seen him before, but you've never seen anyone here before. it's not like there's regulars at the grocery store in a city like this. his hands hang over the handle to his cart by the wrists, knuckles tattooed in shapes you can't make out. you follow the leather banded watch up to a full sleeve of ink, only obscured by the start of a cuffed t-shirt sleeve, a crisp white that blinds against the black of the elvira pin up tattoo on his tricep. horror icons blending into each other seamlessly. you can see more black and color peeking out from the collar of his shirt --vintage judas priest, mint condition, tucked comfortably under a well perserved denim vest covered in patches of bands you've never heard of. you're surprised by the black chino shorts on his bottom half, not expecting someone who was clearly still stuck in their grunge phase to wear those over cut off jeans. the busted up reebok's on his feet make up for it though -- pairing nicely with the tattoos on his calves and thighs, not quite sleeves, but enough to make a statement. 

you grab a box of strawberries and pop them into your basket, surveying the mangos on the top shelf at your eye level while he maneuvers behind you. you think he's cute but you don't take too much stock in it -- it's so like you to have a 'train boyfriend' or 'trader joe's boyfriend' for a brief moment in time. someone cute that you spot outside and never speak to. it's one of those days.

he has brown eyes and thick lashes, hair dark wrapped in a bun on the top of his head with streaks of silver poking through, bangs in his face. some curls stick to the heated skin by his neck and jaw. not that you're looking. the scruff on his face is littered with salt and pepper -- maybe that part of him aging more than the rest. he grabs a heap of bananas to his nearly empty cart. he also has a big box of cherries in there. he wears a cologne with spice and suede in the notes, it's familiar, a little smoky. maybe an old boyfriend used to wear it. you shrug it off, grabbing a mango or two and popping it in a produce bag before hocking it in. more veggies for a greek salad. an onion. some pre-packaged turkey slices. 

you turn into the first frozen food section, weaving through more people who just stand there and you grit your teeth. you snag some frozen broccoli, the coolness bringing you a moment of calm so that you don't lose your mind inside the store. more like traitor joe's. you grab a few more things, a veggie medley for a tofu scramble, some scallion pancakes that you’ll use as meal replacement because no matter how many times you think you’ll food prep you never do. you see him at the end of the aisle, rifling through bags of frozen shrimp to find one he likes. you notice he has a ring on but it’s on his pointer finger, two more rings on the hand that holds his cart by his hip – a silver chain dangles from what you assume is his wallet in his back pocket. his keys jingle from a carabiner by his front belt loop. slut, you think to yourself. you grab a bag of small frozen salmon filets, not paying much mind to your grocery store boyfriend of the week when you turn the corner to the next frozen food aisle. he’s there not soon after you, grabbing frozen fruit medleys and a few bars of chocolate on the non-frozen shelving above. you aren’t sure if he sees you, but you see him. you can smell the suede and spice of his cologne as his moves past you to the other end. bread is on the back wall of the store, you want to get sourdough but you know you’ll just eat it plain and not make sandwiches so you opt for the tuscan loaf instead. you snag a bag of mini bagels, forgoing the small baguettes this time. you can’t afford the good burrata this week for any special girl dinner you come up with, so it’s best to not have it around if you can’t pair it with anything pretty. further down the back wall you get to snacks and don’t ignore the bag of yogurt covered pretzels – a basket must. seaweed snacks for salmon rice bowls. plantain chips. Your basket feels a little heavy but at least this errand is almost over. you turn down the pasta, beans, and rice aisle and there he is turning down the other end. you both catch each other this time, because this time feels like it’s not a coincidence. you both break eye contact as quickly as you make it, both of you looking down and smiling to yourselves. you feel the heat on your cheeks but you don’t see his blush, both of you too preoccupied with whatever you have to pick up to pay attention to the other. you smell the suede and smoke even after you lose him to the next couple of aisles. 

pre-packaged tortellini, lox, shredded cheese. chicken thighs. a six pack of some pretty sounding beer you’ve never tried. your basket overflows but it’s fine. the errand is over, at least here, before you need to run into target which for some reason is far less overstimulating. he’s a few people ahead of you on the opposite line, still leaning over the edge of his cart with his hands hanging, one thumbing a text to someone before he stands up fully to push the cart ahead. he looks over his shoulder and your eyes briefly meet for a moment – heat on your cheeks – before he moves ahead to turn down the long row of cashiers to pay. you don’t see him when it’s your turn and by the time you’re done paying you’ve already forgotten about him, lost in a flirty conversation with the guy ringing you up. target only has half of what you need and that’s fine because nothing else will fit in the big canvas bags you brought with you for your groceries and it’s at least an eight minute walk back to the train. you groan when you get back out into the heat, the boiler room of the subway cooking you as you make it down to the platform. a pleasant sigh passes your lips when you see it’s at least only a four minute wait until your train makes it to you – only a few more minutes of suffering before you’re on your way back to your air conditioned studio apartment. you look across the platform where some old lady’s push cart rattles as it makes it down the stairs on the other side. her little body walking ahead, a voice saying ‘i got it, ma’am don’t worry,’ echos down into the chamber of the subway.

there he is. a canvas bag on each arm filled to the brim and the push cart lifted in front of him. while you can’t see from this distance, you have a feeling you’d like how his arms looked at full capacity like this. the cart’s metallic jingle continues when he places it on the concrete ground, pushing it over to the woman who now sits pleasantly on the bench. you watch their conversation while they say quiet ‘thank yous’ and ‘your welcomes’ to each other and he checks his phone while he finds a spot to stand, waiting for his train on the opposite side.

you check your phone just the same and look up again as he puts his phone in the pocket of his vest. his attention catches on you from across the way.

he gives you a small wave and smiles. he has a nice smile, infectious.

“hi.”

you wave back with two fingers, a small salute, “hey.”

“i��m eddie,” he starts as the red glow of the light on your train starts to pull in. 

the chug, chug, chug starting to drown him out. he raises his voice with a boyish grin, you hear him just before the train obscures him from view – whooshing past you as it pulls into the station. “i normally go to trader’s on wednesdays!”

you get on the train when the doors open, seeing him still on the platform, searching for you in the windows. you put your hand up again in an awkward wave and he grins when he finds you. ‘stand clear of the closing doors, please!’ he puts a hand back up with two fingers, mouthing out a message. ‘wednesdays around two.’

you give him the okay symbol with your fingers and nod at him, chuckling at the ridiculousness of the situation, he chuckles too. his smile is pretty, lips are full. his two fingers point to his eyes and then at you – ‘see you then’. 

the train pulls away before you get a chance to reply. 

next

[shadowthedykehog]

Part 2!!!! Please mutual me if ur interested in these things !!! More tags in part 1

Tagging my interests on this post so I can have more fandom mutuals >_< teehe!!!

(There’s way more I need to add I might make a part 2?)

[salembehindbars]

I love my journals. I love iced coffee, knit sweaters, film cameras, carrying a disposable camera everywhere I go, my mascara routine, expanding my ‘To Be Read’ list, browsing on Pinterest for hours, listening to my music at full volume, watching horror movies, video essays, Stephen King books, Joan Didion, Dishwalla, writing, Autumn, stationary, fountain pens, 1966 Mustang Coupe 289 C4, Sabrina Necklines, Prayer Cards, stacks of filled journals, bike rides in 70 degree weather, apple picking, Lent, foggy autumn mornings, horseback rides, when my hair looks as black as possible, Ralph Lauren, fortune cookies, victorian rugs, cherries, tulips, peonies, apple pie, landlines, Häagen-Dazs, window seats, rosaries, Frank Sinatra, Maroon 1967 Pontiac GTO 2DR Hardtop, Nyx Rocky Road Butter Gloss, stained glass, burning CDs, cassettes, being sentimental, plane rides, New York, vests, Pretty Little Liars aesthetic in season 1, legalese, Law and Order: SVU, 2000s Halloween movies, Christmas everything, massive coffee mugs, Tiffany Style Lamps, vintage suitcases / trunks, leather boots, mary janes, embroidered lace, fall festivities, Horror movies, equestrians outfits, cranberry juice, Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, 1920s engagments, The Time Travelers Wife (the show), pocketwatches, pictures of JFK Jr and Caroline Basset Kennedy, hair sticks, vintage jewelry, Sapphire, Emily the Strange, when the air is cold and crisp after rain, black cats, ladybugs, butterflies, white owls, calf boots, hair sticks, Hello Kitty, Strawberry Shortcake, Winx Club, Ever After High, camcorders, Pilot G-2 Pens, R.L Stine, Mazzy Star, tiramisu, dragonflies, Cristina Ricci movies, bangles, vintage cuffs, Amethyst, Elvira and Victoria’s Secret

Yeah, I love a lot!

[mordyverse]

🥀Steven Grant with a goth s/o!!!

ʚ🩸ɞ type: headcanons (sfw)

ʚ🩸ɞ pairings: Steven Grant x blk!gn!reader

a/n: we are so back 🦾

steven who listens to every playlist you make for him on repeat. He prefers New Wave goth over the other subgenres, and his notable favorite bands are Oingo Boingo, Cocteau Twins, The Cure, and Strawberry Switchblade. semi canon bc Comic!Marc has "The Killing Moon" by Echo and the Bunnymen as his ringtone.

steven who just nods when he hears you recite to your eccentric, offbeat philosophical poetry. It's not that he doesn't like it, he just never knows what's going on, don't take it personally.

steven who's supportive as heck when it comes to your look. he loves when you get all dressed up with makeup and jewelry, but he also understands that it's time-consuming. he loves your casual wear, too.

steven who loves taking you on picnic dates, museum dates, library dates, etc. He's BIG on thrift store dates and he's always on the lookout for new things to add to your collection (be it dolls, rocks, CDs, bones, wtv)

steven who loves movie night!! He has an expansive DVD collection (like Edward Scissorhands, Coraline, Elvira, etc) He has an affinity for black and white horror films like Dracula, though, because he loves how the movies rely on practical effects to be entertaining.

steven who sits through every single documentary with you. He even takes notes <3

steven who is hesitant to let you dress him. “it's a bit too dark for me haha..” he’ll always say, until finally giving in and letting you style him. He talks the ENTIRE time you do his makeup and he blinks like crazy when you try to apply eyeliner..

steven who loves taking strolls with you. moonlight or daylight, he's always there, his paces in time with yours, your fingers entwined with his as he holds a parasol over your head. he can't have you getting burned :(

steven who loves how your smell lingers in his flat after you’ve gone - the subtle but all-encasing scent of blood oranges, burning wood, rose water, and a bit of hemp oil calms his nerves.

steven who always hypes you up. He ADORES you. He takes so many pictures of you whenever you dress up. As soon as you step out of the house he's got his phone out, taking photos of you by the trees, the fountain, the snack aisle in the store - he's literally your biggest fan.

steven who appreciates how blunt and deadpan you can be sometimes. You're very straightforward with what you want/need and he doesn't have to play a guessing game.

steven who has the looming suspicion that his s/o may be a vampire..

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[pedge-stuff]

strawberry margs (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual, yada yada.

happy belated labor day, y'all! tip your servers and thank your union reps.

(my union is on strike rn and, while it is ass, I'm very grateful for the people who are working hard to secure a better future for all of us. wga strong!)

summary: a totally normal labor day cookout with no big announcements whatsoever.

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"Hey!" Pedro is slightly out of breath, flushed from the cocktail and the dry heat. Sometime in the fifteen minutes he's been gone inside the house, a tiny sombrero-on-a-headband has made its way onto his head. 

He plants a kiss on your temple, slinging an arm over your shoulder; the man gets a little possessive, after a couple drinks, but not in an unpleasant way. There's a pitcher of pre-mixed margaritas on the picnic table, and only a thin finger of the same drink left in his plastic cup. You squeeze the hand that now rests on your right shoulder. 

"Are you having fun?" 

Truthfully, yes. Parties usually aren't your vibe, and you'd been nervous about this one, for some reason. Had expressed as much to him, beforehand.

Oscar and Elvira usually host in the summer, the little patio attached to their apartment far surpassing anyone else’s outdoor space in the city. No reason at all to be nervous— you were just here, for the 4th of July, alone, kindly invited while Pedro was still filming in Morocco. (And oh, how the summer had changed.) Had been here almost every weekend since then, while things were shut down. 

But, this was the first party since… well. Since you’d put a ring on it, so-to-speak. 

The social etiquette of the whole thing has you flummoxed. Are you supposed to tell people? Is that annoying? Do you just not say anything? Wait for them to notice? Take the rings off and break up so you don’t have to do this at all? 

Ultimately, these are Pedro’s friends, so it’s been Pedro’s call. Not that you communicated that to him. Which might have been a mistake. Regardless, you’re deferring to him, despite the pit of stupid anxiety it left in your stomach leading up to the party. 

Not that you’re not proud of the ring, either. You couldn’t be fucking happier. Social anxiety is a tricky thing, apparently. (You might have way, way overthought all of this.) 

“Yeah,” you smile at Pedro, shaking cobwebs of shitty thoughts from your brain. “Yeah, this is lovely.” 

Another kiss, this one soft on your lips. He tastes a little fruity, some kinda flavored syrup in the margaritas. You’d accidentally opted for an IPA that tastes like ass, so you’re just carrying around the can as a prop. His fingers are sticky from something, you discover, as he licks them clean.

The arm around your shoulder steers you towards the long picnic table, around which most of the party is gathered: the hosts, and a few extended family members you’ve definitely been introduced to, before. Sarah is here, with Holland, which is a nice surprise. The kids are deep into a game of corn hole, in the small grassy area. 

You settle at the table, folding chair pulled flush against Pedro’s. A large hand palms above your knee, exposed below the inseam of your shorts. The sun is warm on your skin, fingers wet from the condensation of the can you’re pretending to nurse.  

“— the AMPTP doesn’t know what they’re talking about,” Holland is saying, from where you’ve entered the conversation. 

Oscar’s brother, whose name you should know by now, laughs. “Been four months now, though,” he shrugs. “You think someone would’ve budged by now, but—“ 

"Woah, woah." From his perch on his wife's lap, Oscar points, looking scandalized. “What the fuck is that!" 

Pointing, unexpectedly, at the ring on your finger. 

"Uh." Pedro's looks sheepish. 

"You're joking!" A hand dramatically clutches his heart, while Oscar swoons against Elvira. "I'm wounded. Sarah, did you know about this?" 

Across the table, she raises a glass, mockingly. "I picked out the ring." 

"That's not true—" Pedro begins to protest. 

"—Sorry, I forced him to make a fucking decision because he'd been agonizing over three options for like a month." 

Pedro shrugs. "I wanted it to be perfect," he says sheepishly, "sue me!" 

"No, no, backup," Oscar says. "I don't care about the rings. I can't believe you didn't tell me!" 

"I can," Elvira offers, "you've got a big mouth." 

He groans. "It's not like it was a secret!" 

Loud interruptions from across the table. "It was absolutely a secret, that's the whole point!" 

Oscar throws a hand up. "You already act like you're married, is anyone surprised about this?" 

"You were surprised." 

"I was surprised you didn't tell me! Wounded, frankly. Irredeemably. To the core." 

"Are you done?" Sarah rolls her eyes, squeezing Pedro's shoulder affectionately. "About damn time, but we're happy for you." 

She gestures at Oscar. “Yeah, yeah, we’re happy for you.” 

“With feeling this time.” 

“Guys,” Pedro interjects, “I wasn’t keeping anything from you. It happened two days ago!” 

He launches into the tale, eggplants and double-rings and all. The hand stays planted on your knee, and you take advantage, laying yours on top to thumb over the band on his ring finger. Someone tops Pedro off, and you reach for a sip— strawberry, you determine, is the marg syrup. You’re not really listening, but you lean back, content to watch him retell the story. 

The next time he kisses you, as the sun sets into the Brooklyn skyline, you taste like strawberries, too. 

[lavalemadres]

Intro

Hello!! Im sort of new to tumblr so i'm not really sure what this blog will be about but i will probably just post/repost abt silly stuff im into and my thoughts :]

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About me!

Alternative

Aquarius

Infp

She/Her

Music lover <3

intersted in moot!!

I'm so sorry if i'm awkward T-T

purple <33

bi

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Movies/TV Shows :

But I’m a cheerleader, Ginger snaps, Final Destination(s), Jennifer’s Body, Girl Interrupted, Whip it, Juno, Fear Street, Perfume de Violetas, Perras, Buffalo 66, The Rocky Horror Picture Shows, Perks of being a wallflower, Elvira: Mistress of the Dark, Edward Scissorhands, Daria, Bob's burgers, I am not okay with this, The 7 lives of lea, Gilmore Girls, One tree hill, Mixte, Anne with an E, Death Note, Everthing Sucks, school spirts

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Music:

Julie, Joy Division, Siouxsie and the Banshees, kittie, Jack of Jill, Hole, Pixes, Elliott Smith, The Smashing Pumpkins, My Bloody Valentine, Mazzy Star, Deftones, Ostraca, I Hate Sex, The Velvet Underground, She Wants Revenge, The Cramps, Panic! At The Disco, Misfits, Korn, System Of the Down, Slipknot, Cafe Tacvba, Ataque de Caspa, Mana, Hombres G

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Other:

Sally Face, American Mcgee's Alice, Halloween, cats, art

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DNI: creeps/mean ppl

Interact: nice ppl/alt ppl/queer ppl

thank you have a nice day! :)))

[oatmealmika]

this blogger stands with palestine 🇵🇸

welcome to oatmealmika’s blog, call me mika or mimi :)

common 18+ content/nsfw, but not all. just be wary, and the majority of it will be written out/links to twt, so you probably won’t get jumpscared with sudden, visual stuff 🔞🔥

i love love LOVE attack on titan, one piece, chainsaw man, stardew valley, elvira, catwoman, to kill a mockingbird, abbott elementary, haikyuu!!, sims 4, nana, paradise kiss, dandadan, castlevania, sonic, and the muppets 👻

i am mexican + taiwanese mix 🇲🇽🇹🇼 and i am bisexual, preference for i don’t even know at this point

i’m goth and my favorite goth musicians are cocteau twins, the cure, strawberry switchblade, sisters of mercy, scary bitches, and siouxsie and the banshees 🦇🕸️

for my other favorite musicians, check out my spotify following here 🌀

i love hearing anyone’s romantic/general/spicy hcs abt law or mikasa. i do sometimes have a tricky time replying, but i shall try!!

thank you! feel free to spam-like or spam-reblog, i love that😋

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[fumikomiyasaki]

Food Habits, Allergies and other of my twst ocs summed up

Vegetarian: Mellow, Media , Fabio (Mellow and Fabio do it for specific reasons) Being Picky: Carol, Elvira, Naomi Lactose Intolerant: Grey Allergic to nuts: Taron Allergic to Pumpkin: Emil Doesn't have to eat: Osyron, Lydia, Damon, Eve, Saneria, Lennox, Agni Can't take Spicy: Francine, Inessa, Gregory, Fennec, Tesadelle, Tenera, Tiam, Phobetor Sweets disliker: Gabrielle, Ronnie, Kayne, Macie Too Critical: Aiden, Can't take Sour: Eleafy, Kumo Unhealthy Fast food: Flynn, Quora, Barry Tomato haters; Peko, Nanoya, Mythra, Vanessa, Can't eat Fish: Taylin, Cake hater: Sindren, Kome, Ice Cream hater: Dragiselle Allergies against flowers: Bengal, Eiji Allergic to Banana: Joel Dust Allergies: Carol, Kayne, Beelby, Mellow Wants Nuggest in shapes: Peko Weak stomach: Brid Hates Custard: Odel Wont eat Meat based on if they like the animal or nah: Meyra Allergic to strawberry and grapes: Camilla Extreme Sweet tooth: Rubina, Peko

[askwhatsforlunch]

Limoncello Strawberries

These sweet and bright Limoncello Strawberries make a beautifully fragrant and light dessert, especially tasty if one can eat them in the garden --whence the strawberries were picked!-- whilst the sun (still) shines! Happy Wednesday!

Ingredients (serves 1):

half a dozen Garden Strawberries 

a small lemon

1 tablespoon Limoncello 

Thoroughly rinse Garden Strawberries under cold water, and pat them dry.

Halve Strawberries, and place them in a small bowl or serving glass. Grate the zest of half the lemon onto them, and toss gently to combine. Drizzle with Limoncello, tossing gently to coat. Chill in the refrigerator, at least an hour, gently stirring every now and then.

Enjoy Limoncello Strawberries cold, with a glass of chilled Prosecco.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Real pleased with the progress in the yard so far, and fine-tuning the next steps as I go

Projects I noticed while working on the reseeding today:

Need to build and hang some bee boxes and then scrub down the deck with a citronella seal to hopefully convince the carpenter bees to relocate - also need to redo the deck frankly but that's a long-term thing and I'd really like to have access to a woodlot first and plane our own boards rather than buying them. Even in bulk from a lumbermill that's more money than I'd like to spend for proper hardwoods like oak and cherry

Need to buy a sythe/machete for the tall invasives by the creek - once the ground is cleared, going to turn our old olive oil tins into lizard houses, and reseed with strawberry corn, sunflowers, cardoons, witch hazel, and ground cherries

Need to call the city and find out who is legally allowed to bring down the willow across the creek that got uprooted during Helene and has been threatening to fall onto our fence ever since. Happy to do it myself if I'm allowed, but would rather the other land owner handle it, unfortunately it's not a person, it's a company so I have no idea how to talk to them about this except through the city.

Need to smash a pumpkin and throw some budding sweet potatoes into the compost and really hill up the hay on top so I can have a pumpkin and sweet potato patch for my leetle ladies tasty treat times

I need to sprout the red plum seeds and prep the temporary pots for when they're ready to transplant outdoors, might consider planting them directly in their own loosened hale bales, esp if I can let the chickens have at the bales over winter first.

Speaking of which, we need more hay. I need to call my hay guy and ask how much another 50 bales of clover hay will cost me

Need to bury the logs under hay and compost to start byilding raised beds and improving the topsoil quality, ideally I'll seed the swales with wetland/riparian plants so that as the swales smother the lingering invasives, the plants can sprout up on top with all that yummy organic matter

Need to buy/make root veggie sacks to bury in the compost and new topsoil so I can grow even while I'm still making new topsoil

I need to make sure to include wildflowerd in the spring compost and reseed, because we're starting to get some volunteering which means the soil is recovered enough to play good host and I want to speed that up

Gotta make some starter plots around the chicken run and the dog run to regularly re-establish groundcover in them given how much the chickens and dogs tear up the grass

Need to build a chicken tractor to use in future years to control overgrowth and compost growing beds after harvest

Need to build a water table for lettuces and greens, ideally linked up to the rainbarrel water storage system

Need to keep expanding the chicken run now they're all enjoying it so Elvira is less of an asshole, and reinforce under the coop so no one gets stuck under the foundation

Reinforcing the creek bank (witch hazel and red plum tree and creeping thyme) behind the dog run so we don't lose integrity of the fence.

Paint the house some goddamn colors holy FUCK

Keep making braids for cat and chicken toys

Maybe enclose the upper deck for a four season cat porch

Set up some 7-10 gallon pots on the deck for growing ginger and lemongrass and other culinary/medicinal plants we need to keep out of the topsoil

Make a plant ID booklet for use during harvesting

Make a recipe book to guide cut and come again use

Set out a shaded table at the top of the drive with places to set out eggs, produce, preserves, etc that we're not going to be able to use up for give away - should make sure to put a sign up to officially let folks know they can take what they like.

Start passionflower vines by the creek and back fence

Fill the front yard with flax

Plant a broomsedge, scouring rush, water cress, plaintain, American Trout Lily, alumroot, phlox, chickweed, creeping blueberries,culinary sumac, and primrose propogation bed by the creek to crowd out the last invasive ground covers (apparently the native ground covers have done a GREAT job smothering most of the invasives in the yard, and there are only a few invasive vines and crabgrass left actually. Everything else is native wetland grasses and galax. Just....so much galax lmao

I might look into canebrrak bamboo as well, that would be extremely useful for fiber production holy shit

I definitely want a stand of Indigo for dyes and inks

I still want my pawpaws and wild olive and wild black rum cherry trees so they'll probably go in the front where the crabapples are now. I could probably make a lil lumber out of the bigger crabapple and a nice cat toy out of the smaller one.

It would be great to get a Broom Hickory or a chinquapin, too, but I'm prioritizing the pecans

A sugar berry would be lovely, they're kind of nothing on their own, but if you use them in preserves of other fruits, they come out AMAZING

Coreopsis my beloved <3

I need to flesh out my medicinal garden too, and I'm thinking about waterleaf. It would be AMAZING for my skin condition, particularly for my feet, but I'm not sure I can harvest and use it fast enough given its growth habit the leaves and shoots are ostensibly edible, so maybe if we a consistent about cutting them back for the greens that will keep the rhizomes focused on growing rather than spreading.

Bayberry would be extremely useful for making plant waxes and butters, but I'm in the same position as the waterleaf, esp since they're even less readily edible lol

I think that's everything so far, which is good because it's already a year's worth of work lmao

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Perfume Headcanons

Note: this is solely based on fragrances in my collection, I love fragrance and I feel as though all scents are unisex so here this is! I can't explain my thought process on these either, vibes only.

Long post, read more under the cut!

Cumulus as Chateau, 1970 by Thin Wild Mercury

Top notes: French citrus, nutmeg; Middle notes: Sunset rose accord, vintage armoire wood; Base notes: musks, modern linen.

Light, airy, and so comforting. Reminds me of putting away fresh laundry in your wardrobe with the windows open on a sunny afternoon.

Cirrus as Dead Sexy by Tokoyo Milk

Notes of deep vanilla, exotic wood, white orchid, and ebony.

This is a scent I can immediately pick out in a crowd, intense and head turning. Something alluring and sensual while being divinely feminine.

Aurora as Bombshell from Victoria's Secret

Notes: purple passion fruit, Shangri-La peony, vanilla orchid.

One of my favorite scents from my teen years, I used to receive the fragrance sets and I would give away all but Bombshell. It's such a wearable, playful scent that stays all day and I'll never ever give her up.

Sunshine as Ed Hardy by Christian Audigier

Top notes: strawberry and apple souffle; Middle note: freesia; Base notes: vanilla and amber.

This was my very first perfume I ever owned and I've repurchased it multiple times since then. In my teens, I paired it with Muertos by Blackheart, something about the fruity musks together is so playful.

Swiss as Amber by Nemat

I cannot find any fragrance notes for Amber, but this is honestly one of my favorites as of late. It's a very subtle, but warm and inviting, that dries down to more of a skin-like scent.

Aether as Elvira's Zombi by Demeter Fragrances

Notes of ylang-ylang, red poppies, cherry, cannabis, coca leaves, tobacco leaves, and vanilla bean.

I'm still kicking myself that I never bought a full-size of this fragrance before it was discontinued. It's very dark, yet enticing and strong.

Dewdrop as Whisky, 1969

Top notes: pink pepper, cardamom; Middle notes: raspberry, nutmeg, ylang-ylang; Base notes: cedarwood, boubon amber.

My top favorite from the Los Angeles collection, I would wear this religiously if I had a full size. Lingers for days, especially on clothing and in the hair. Captivating and warm.

Phantom as Vanilla Musk from Nemat

Such a soft, sweet gourmand that is backed with the most beautiful notes of musk. My second favorite Nemat fragrance, wears incredibly well (especially if your body care routine is based in vanilla scents).

Mountain as Fresh Brewed Coffee and Caramel by Demeter Fragrances

Both are fragrance notes that pair beautifully to make a very convincing fresh caramel coffee scent, reminds me of Deidrich caramel coffee pods for the Keurig. A gourmand I love in the winter.

Rain as Zuma, 1975 by Thin Wild Mercury

Top notes: bergamot, corriander; Middle notes: ocean waves, Jasmine sambac; Base notes: sandalwood, vetiver, amberette musk.

I'm not one for more beachy, salt water fragrances but this is one I cannot stay away from during the summer. Incredibly wearable and lasts for hours, even through working outdoors in the heat.

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About me (if u care)

Angsty, edgy teen boy. That explains a lot

⬥Favorite movies are: Kill Bill, Donnie Darko, Zero Day, Black swan, Elvira motd, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Virgin Suicides, Girl Interrupted, The Crow, Christiane F, Natural Born Killers, Requiem for a Dream, Ginger snaps, and a LOT more horror movies

⬥Some Shows I love: AHS, Spawn TAS, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, The amazing world of Gumball, Twin Peaks

⬥ Favorite Music is: Marilyn Manson, Kmfdm, Ozzy Osbourne, Nirvana, Ethel Cain, Rammstein, Lana Del Rey, Alice Cooper, Nicole Dollanganger, Fiona Apple, Strawberry Switchblade, Siouxsie and the banshees

⬥Intj | Taurus

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Goth&Gore (in an aesthetic way)

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Getting to Know Me(me)

Found my original in my archives and thought it'd be fun to update this one! Original answers from 2015 >> New answers in 2023

Name: Kit  Age: 26 35 Persuasion: Homoromantic demisexual Queer Location: USA Aotearoa 10 Facts: 1. I have 25 35+ tattoos 2. I'm a full-time writer 3. I am on Tumblr more than I should be (still true) 4. I can get through the entirety of 'Fifty Nifty United States' in one breath 5. I have multiple mobility aids and they all have names. Cane: Elvira, Walker: Christopher Walkin', Wheelchair: Wheelie Boy 6. My partner (Doom Them) and I are the penultimate example of queer domestic bliss 7. I met some of my best friends through Tumblr! 8. I can solve a Rubik’s Cube in under 3 minutes (still true) 9. I used to be a professional actress (Still true) 10. I have travelled to 17 20 countries

9 Fandoms:

1. Criminal Minds 2. Doctor Who 3. X-Files 4. Bones Critical Role 5. Fringe 6. Community Dimension 20 7. the L word Warehouse 13 8. Legend of the Seeker 9. SVU Xena

8 OTPS:

1. OTP: Blackbird (JJ x Emily - Criminal Minds) 2. OTP: Burning Up a Sun (Ten x Rose - Doctor Who) 3. OTP: How Long? (Olivia x Alex - SVU) OTP: I Thought We'd Get Lucky (Tara x Emily - Criminal Minds) 4. OTP: I want to Believe (Mulder x Scully - X-Files) 5: OTP: Fringe With Benefits (Peter x Olivia - Fringe) OTP: It'd Be With You (Thirteen x Yasmin - Doctor Who) 6. OTP: I think you’ll know (Callie x Arizona - Grey’s Anatomy) OTP: Science Wives (Sam x Janet - Stargate SG1) 7. OTP: Blood and Battle (Lagertha x Ragnar - Vikings) Let's Go Steal an OT3 (Parker x Eliot x Hardison - Leverage) 8. OTP: Oatmeal (Holt x Kevin - B99) OT3: Je T'Emily (JJ x Emily x Tara - Criminal Minds)

7 Books:

1. Harry Potter Series by JK Rowling Heartstopper by Alice Oseman 2. Hunger Games Series by Suzanne Collins Wonder Woman Graphic Novels (Greg Rucka, Gail Simone) 3. Anita Blake Series by Laurel K Hamilton Nevermoor Series by Jessica Townsend 4. The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein 5. The Witches by Roald Dahl Tiny Beautiful Things by Sheryl Strayed 6. Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams 7. Bones Series by Kathy Reichs Gender Failure by Ivan E. Coyote & Rae Spoon

6 Foods:

1. Pizza 2. Protein Shakes Mac and cheese (Kraft blue box) 3. Hummus Strawberry Poptarts 4. Peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches 5. Cookies and Cream ice cream 6. Tacos

5 Things You Can’t Live Without:

1. Coffee 2. Netflix 3. My Phone 4. Music 5. Fanfiction * No changes from 2015 to 2023

4 Life Goals:

1. Finish school for Forensic Anthropology Find joy and contentment in all I do 2. Study abroad Fly my friends to Aotearoa for a visit 3. Visit every continent 4. Publish a novel (<<did it!) Live authentically, without regret

3 Characters You Relate To:

1. Temperance Brennan Thirteenth Doctor 2. Emily Prentiss 3. Jean Grey / Phoenix  Fox Mulder 2 Quotes:

1. Why waste your life being normal? 2. The entire poem of Invictus Be gay, do crime 1 Selfie (If you want):

2015 vs 2023

 Not tagging anyone, this one was completely self-indulgent so I could have the update in my archive <3