#and god bless granita i love granita

[mediumgayitalian]

You asked for interaction so here I am interactioning

What do you think Nico and Will's favorite ice cream flavors would be?

oooooou okay thank you for asking.

will, i think, just likes ice cream and is down for pretty much anything (you live in texas and you take whatever heat relief you can get) but he’s fond of vanilla i think.

whenever he’s teased about it he goes on a twenty minute long rant about just how not basic vanilla is (you have to HAND PICK the pods INDIVIDUALLY from CULTURED ORCHIDS in ONE PLACE IN THE WORLD and LEAVE THEM IN BRANDY for like a whole ass YEAR to make vanilla extract and you wanna call that shit BASIC???????) until people are sorry they asked.

he’s also partial to sorbet. especially watermelon.

nico, on the other hand, is a Snob. he scoffs when people call american ice milk “ice cream”. he will literally only eat gelato or granita.

his fave gelato flavour is hazelnut, literally entirely because it makes him think of hazel. it is p good tho. when the seven were in rome he quietly bought her a cup of it (from an old italian lady who gave him a massive discount bc he smiled at her and talked in italian lol) and told her it was his favourite. she thinks about it whenever she gets insecure about being bianca’s replacement.

his fave granita flavour is lemon tho bc everyone’s fave granita flavour is lemon.

when he and will go on a date for the first time will takes him to a regular ice cream parlour bc he thinks he’s funny. nico, bc he is whipped, eats some even tho he complains the whole time.

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i love you cannoli i love you iris i love you zeppole al miele i love you pasta al nero di seppia i love you pasta alla norma i love you caponata i love you cous cous alla trapanese i love you pistacchio di bronte i love you tavola calda i love you arancini i love you pane e panelle i love you sfinciuna i love you swordfish saltimbocca i love you falsomagro i love you parmigiana di melanzane i love you scacciata i love you raviola alla ricotta i love you panzerotto i love you pasta con le sarde i love you granita con brioche i love all of you fried sicilian food god fucking bless

[headoverjojo]

Okay, so I didn't really have an idea, nor do I want to fill your ask box any more than it already is, but I thought I would request something since it's closing and I love what you do. Anyway, would you write a scenario about Fugo and his girlfriend going on a date? Whatever kind of date you'd like to write, I just want my Baby boy to enjoy some cuality time with someone who loves him. Thank you!!

Me, really needing to write something with happy strawberry boy, seeing this blessed request:

Thank you so much :,) I hope it’s alright!

Pannacotta Fugo and his girlfriend going out on a date

Mista sighed, when Fugo watched for the umptenth time the clock. He was fidgeting, nervous, trying to breath deeply to calm down. When he eyed the clock again, just after few seconds, Mista’s cool façade fell and he snapped.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s still early!” he exclaimed, making Fugo jolt. The blond sighed, resisting the urge to torture his locks, not now that his hair were nicely brushed.

“I’m sorry.” he murmured, gritting his teeth. Mista sighed again, watching his friend playing with a small piece of paper: so nervous for a date… like it was the first. Fugo and you were together since months and still he was so nervous.

“Oh, c’mon, go now. You’ll be early, but it’ll be better than having you here jolting and bouncing like crazy.” the gunman said and, as he finally received the permission to move, Fugo sprinted out, shouting a “later!” that made Mista chuckle. It was good seeing him nervous for something beautiful like love…

Fugo tried to walk calmly, in vain, He arrived at the appointment way earlier than the established time, but he didn’t mind. At least the sea breeze and the seagulls’ screams were helping him to calm down a bit…

His heart leaped in his throat when a soft, little hand slipped in his, fingers interweaving with his ones, and the sweet weight of a head rested on his arm.

“Sorry if I made you wait.” Fugo’s fingers squeezed lightly yours, as he turned to watch you. It was like all his problems finally faded; your smile chased away all his insecurities and demons. You pouted, when you noticed he was clearly nervous, and kissed his cheek, on your tiptoes.

“You thought again I was going to dump you?” you asked, patiently. He nodded, with a light sigh.

“It’s like… still unreal, sorry…” he mumbled, while you gently caressed his hand. You brought him down for a peck on his lips, smiling.

“Well, I have time to convince you it’s all real. Not let’s go, hm?” you said, giving him another kiss -only god knew how much he needed affection and how much you wanted to give it to him- and started walking, hand in hand. You took your time, your steps slow and relaxed, in order to admire the surroundings.

Fugo visibly relaxed, latched onto your hand, while observing with you the sea, Castel dell’Ovo, some fishermen with their little boats -and this lead him to talk about the time Bruno took them all to a fishing day, making you laugh when he told you about the fish that slapped Mista in the face, Abbacchio’s black parasol and Narancia’s rapping jam-. He smiled happily hearing you laughing, as he was listening to the most beautiful music in the world. Being loved by Fugo was quite an experience: he had so much love to give, but often he didn’t know -or was too scared to- how to do it. Still, you knew he adored you as much as you adored him, his gentleness and also his nervous quirks.

You walked and walked, not caring about the direction, talking and joking. Finally he loosened up enough to really enjoy the experience and actively join the conversation. It was always pleasant talking with Fugo and listening to his anecdotes, exchanging with him witty remarks that made you both laugh. You even managed to get a couple of pecks and, from him, it was a lot. Seeing him so relaxed, his shoulders finally not tense, no frown on his forehead was… you even hadn’t the words to describe it. It just made you feel so happy that your heart seemed bigger than usual.

After some time -how time passed fast, when you were together!- you sat on a bench, a fresh granita on your hands to fight the scorching sun. You both deeply inhaled, tasting sea and salt on your tongues, with a smile. It was a so nice day…

“Do you feel better now, Panni?” you asked, watching his relaxed face. He smiled at you, his violet eyes warm and soft, and kissed the back of your hand, nodding. You blushed: he was such an old-style gentleman, sometimes… reminiscences of his previous life, maybe.

“With you I always feel better.” he replied, making you blush deeply. How dare he to be so smooth…!

“Panni…!” you whined, hiding your red face on his chest, feeling the gentle rumble of his low laugh on your cheek. His hand softly petted your hair, making you relax almost magically.

You stayed like this for a while, enjoying his steady heartbeat under your ear, his soft caresses and his breath fanning on your hair. Sometimes you lifted your head to kiss him and you smiled, tasting the strawberry granita’s flavour on your tongue. It was all perfect…

The sun was starting to sink in the sea, when he spoke again, after a good hour of peaceful and tranquil silence that you both enjoyed without feeling the need to fill it with words.

“Y/N?” he called, softly, making you open your eyes. You lifted your head from your warm nest on his chest to watch him, curiously. His smile was sincere, even if a bit nervous.

“Do you want… do you want, like, to dine with me and the others? I promise I’ll keep them in line, you’ll not be bot-”

“I’d love to.” you interrupted him, with an excited smile. He was a bit taken aback, but then smiled a real, full and beautiful smile, and gave you a kiss, caressing your cheeks. You could feel all his happiness and desire to stay more time with you, in that kiss, and your heart beat faster. You never felt so loved in all your life…

“Let’s go, then, or Narancia will whine all the evening…” he said, with an excited smile. You giggled a little, following him and enjoying the firm grip of his hand on yours. He was so happy to be able to unite his family and his girlfriend… you smiled once more, with love and affection, keeping up with his pace.

It was beautiful to see him smile again, after all the crap he survived to. It was beautiful to see the real Fugo, the one who always hid behind a veil of logic and that often was subjected to his rage.

You couldn’t love him more.

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Peppermint

While mint plants flourish all over the world, they are native to the Mediterranean and were spread by the Roman Empire. A Greek myth tells of an elderly couple taking the time to wipe down their table with mint leaves before serving a meal to travelling strangers. When the strangers revealed themselves as the Gods Zeus and Hermes, the couple was rewarded and the herb was then associated with hospitality! There is nothing nicer too, then visiting with friends over a nice cup of Peppermint tea.

People have used Peppermint for thousands of years. The ancient Egyptians, Romans and Greeks added it to meat dishes and wine and utilised the leaves as a decoration for special occasions. Peppermint oil has antibacterial and antiseptic qualities. Herbalists prescribe Peppermint tea as a remedy for chest congestion, stomach troubles and headaches….and recommend Peppermint skin lotion as a pain reliever. Peppermint oil also enhances the fragrance of potpourri, cosmetics, shampoos, soaps and perfumes. Its leaves and oil add flavor to salads, desserts, teas, and sauces, as well as breath mints, chewing gum, toothpaste and mouthwash.

Growing Mint

For the best leaf production, mint should be planted in full to partial sunlight. It will grow in most types of soil, but thrives best when it’s not constantly wet. The plants can be counted to reproduce on their own, but additional plants can be grown by stem and root cuttings. The mint plant is notorious for running rampant in gardens! Many gardeners choose to grow them in containers to prevent gardens from becoming nothing but dedicated mint beds! (So far, I’m controlling my mint ok….we’ll see what happens J) However, with containers, you have to be careful the pot is big enough so you don’t get root bound and the plant dies. That happened to me last year and I was so bummed! The spread can be kept to a manageable level by steadily harvesting the leaves of the plant. Peppermint plants grow to about 2 feet tall if allowed. Tiny oil glands in the leaves release volatile oils, giving the plants their wonderful fragrance.

Hybrids

There is an amazing number of mint hybrids out there now. Peppermint and Spearmint are the two most traditional forms. Smooth-leaved peppermint has the most potent amount of menthol, while spearmint, with toothed and often curly leaves, has a sweeter flavor. Varieties with a hint of fruit flavor abound! Including apple, orange, pineapple, lemon, lime and even banana! And yes, there is Chocolate mint….it’s growing in my garden and it’s wonderful!

In the front is Peppermint..moving clockwise is Pineapple Mint,

Then Spearmint, and then really wonderful Chocolate mint.

Drying Mint Leaves

The simplest way is to cut the stems down low on the plant….wrap a bunch of them together and hang them upside down to dry in a warm, dry place. I hang mine from hooks in my ceiling. I’ve also used a peg board and a clothes drying rack. If the leaves are removed from the stem, just spread out on a clean metal screen, a tray, a basket and let them dry. You can also dry them in a low temp oven.

Culinary Uses

Mint leaves can be added to mixed greens in a salad, can be candied or jellied, and can be made into a simple syrup. Mint is often used in sauces for lamb dishes and are a popular way to flavor peas. They can flavor homemade ice cream and granitas. One of my favourite ways to have mint is crushed into mint juleps or mojitos! They can also be made into wonderful herbed ice cubes that make tea, lemonade and just water so refreshing!

Medicinal Uses

Peppermint, in tea form, aids upset stomachs, flu and can be used to ease hiccups. Inhalation of the leaves in boiling water is recommended for head colds and asthma. Mint tea can be used instead of aspirin for headaches, especially menstrual –related headaches. Some headaches can be relieved if you lie down in a dark room with fresh peppermint leaves on the forehead or a bit of peppermint essential oil on your temples. (be careful your skin is ok with that first) Mint aids in respiratory and circulatory systems, it’s also an anti-inflammatory and an antiseptic. It’s ideal for treating indigestion, flatulence, varicose veins, skin irritations, rheumatism, toothache and general fatigue. I, for one, find Peppermint spray brings me out of the “lazies”. Peppermint oil can help to relieve earaches when a few drops are placed in the ear. The oil or a mesh bag of the leaves in your bath is wonderful when you have a cold or need to soothe your skin, or to re-energise yourself!

Peppermint tea with honey soothes a sore throat. A few drops of the essential oil mixed with water and applied to a cloth, will help burning and itching skin, sunburn and relieve when you get overheated. As a lover of all things herbal, I love to add some peppermint, lemon and lavender essential oils to witch hazel…it makes a wonderful body/face spray to cool you too. Peppermint is a necessity in every Witch’s cupboard and garden bed! It’s in my top five!!

Magickal Properties

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Mercury or Venus

Element: Air

Deity: Zeus and Hermes

Magickal attributes: Money, healing, strength, augments power, luck, travel, cleansing, consecration, dreams, happiness, love, passion, prosperity, protection, psychic development, purification, release, renewal, rest, sleep, animals, divination, endings, energy, exorcism, grieving, spirit offerings, success and transformation.

To use Peppermint in Magick….these are just some of the ways:

-Mint is a premier healing herb and can be used in healing charms, baths and incenses

-For a bath, place leaves in a mesh bag and hang under the running tap, or add a few drops of the oil to the water before you get in.

-Use to increase the vibrations of a space or in spells and incense for purification and healing

-Place in a sleep pillow to ensure peaceful sleep and bring about prophetic dreams

-Use to anoint your altar, body and candles

-Burn in your home to clear illness and negative energy

-Use in magickal workings to provide to gear up the energy level

-Carry in a mojo bag to boost healing, love and abundance

-Make a tea and sprinkle the water around your home to bring peace, happiness and protection

-Drink it for its ability to enhance your power before doing a ritual, spell or meditation

-Carry a few leaves in your wallet to bring money and prosperity and success

-Use the oil in a burner, in room or body sprays or as a simmering pot on the stove to lift the spirit and energy in your home

-Grow it…for protection, prosperity, health, luck and abundance!

To print this out click on this link  Peppermint 2

As I say…Every Witch should have Peppermint in her top 5 (my opinion) of herbs in her garden and cupboard.  Oh and the essential oil too is a must!!  Have a wonderful day and continue to have fun, to feast,to dance, and celebrate the longer days…the lazy, hazy crazy days of Summer!!

Blessings and Love, Autumn

https://autumnearthsong.com/2014/06/21/i-3-herbs-peppermint/

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[the essay] A rose is not a rose is not a rose is not a rose is a rose

Online, everything (every thought, action, object) is abstracted into language in order for it to exist.

The gap between a rose online and a rose IRL is big. At a basic level, the online rose is no longer in a garden, cared for, watered, subjected to the wind and the sun, rooted, dying. It no longer represents the blight of colonised land under the guise of exquisite beauty. This online rose, which we still call a rose, exists differently. This rose is floating in an absurdist multidimension. There is no residual association of smell or touch. Its context endlessly warps, its meaning endlessly shifts as people scroll past it. It multiplies to become stitched between photos of dogs, drunken nights out, holiday snaps, promotional selfies, sports highlights, amateur food photography, photos of art, individualised political outcries, inspirational encouragements, life achievements, a beer can in a gutter. Its value becomes contingent upon a heat map of relational engagement: views, likes, comments, shares. But even though the online rose loses heat – is quickly forgotten – it doesn’t die. It doesn’t decompose and get turned into some other energy-matter. It simply becomes lost, or archived, in an algorithmic soup of infinity, floating in the liminal space between existence and non-existence.

 In this way, the IRL rose and the online rose have become completely different things. The meaning of the word ‘rose’ has been stretched to encompass a whole new set of relations, contingent on the inherent political structure of a global network (the internet) where information (language) defines currency (value). Eventually, the online rose has nothing to do with the original meaning of the word rose. In fact, the constant shapeshifting of the online rose’s relational environment means its own meaning is constantly deferred, until it doesn’t even have anything to do with itself anymore. It just refers to other things, which in turn just refer to other things, until we are nowhere.

 And because the internet is an ideological triumph of planetary capitalism, the meaning of everything online is at the mercy of (mostly) straight, white, male coders. They are the invisible power brokers of the abstraction of language into flows of information, where value is perpetually postponed in order to keep you wanting, and beauty is a mirage you hope you can click yourself towards. The rose is now unattainable.

 On 3 July, 2016 @britneyspears regrammed a photo of a white-pink rose from @drewbarrymore’s Instagram. Britney’s post, uncaptioned, received 74,921 likes and 539 comments. Perfect. Perfection. Britney… That was amazing. Thank you so much. Wooww. Lovee. Love it. I hate flowers. Wonderful! I love you. Omg. Any news on the new single? Pretty rose. That’s gorgeous. Wow. Lmao but wow. Pretty just like you Britney. Remember when u shaved your head? A beautiful rose for a beautiful woman.

 @drewbarrymore’s original photo of the rose, posted over a year earlier on 2 May 2015, was captioned #tgif and garnered 49,462 likes and 265 comments. Pretty flower!! Beautiful! :) That’s pretty. Ty for the very nice photos. Have a blessed weekend. O M G. I love flowers, thxs for sharing @drewbarrymore. Stay happy, healthy and blessed. Looks like it smells soooo good. Beautiful! Lovely. Love. Amazing!! So purty. I love you. I love u. Wow how beautiful that rose is!

 The rose has become a stand-in, a proxy, a conduit for understanding a series of personal histories, relational maps, unexpressed emotional states and ultimately, obsessive longing. This photograph has left its garden original to die in the dirt. It has travelled globally, transmuting to represent Drew Barrymore’s position in the market as a real person who “gets it”, as well as a symbol to express thanks to God that the working week has ended, as well as setting a relational connection between Drew Barrymore and Britney Spears, where siloed fanworlds have momentarily crossed wires as Britney’s identity transcends crazed LA celebrity to arrive at wholesome mother via the image of the rose.

 This essay itself is not about roses. It’s about the deferral of meaning, it’s about the alienating experience of objects being out of place. How can we bypass the capitalist architecture of the endless scroll, the trauma of language distancing meaning from lived experience?

 The reason deferral happens is not so much because language is inherently abstract, as because we’re experiencing this process through a dominant paradigm that prescribes lived experience as a linear timescale. How can we sit in a simultaneous multiplicity of meanings that produce value in the present moment? How can we arrange ourselves for eternal gratification?

 It’s not ordinarily possible to know about, or have the capacity to feel things, that have happened or are going to happen, outside of the present moment in which they are actually happening.

 But there are fissures in this world, that allow us to bypass the laws of our own brains, to hack logic and enter into feeling, or rather, to turn feeling into logic so that they are the same.

 Memory, belief, imagination, acid, ghosts, dreams, dancing, de ja vou and sex are just some states that invoke simultaneous time.

 I could feel us fucking for days before it happened, and for days after. The actual lived moment of physical impact was so intense, as if it were all of the echoes of before and after combined, I cried and hid my tears. Even though now, I’m walking down the street, I’m eating ramen, I’m sitting at my computer, I’m talking to a friend, it still feels like part of me is fucking you / being fucked by you. In a queer mind all love is happening simultaneously.

 Simultaneous time makes the rose attainable again, without denying its mutability. It validates the way we love each other beyond the impossibility of our present set of circumstances, and how that experience is not deferred but embodied. Simultaneous time doesn’t erase the past and the future, or the potential and unlived versions of it, but rather suggests that everything is in a constant state of happening. You can tap in and feel / know any part of it at any time. It can be intensely happy and it can be intensely sad and it can be both / all at once.

 I’m in a state of exhaustion but I can’t sleep. In my pre-dream mind, I’m kissing you outside that Italian restaurant where we both ordered lasagnes and watermelon granitas at the bar before I gave you a deck of tarot cards that I ordered online, even though I don’t believe in tarot cards, which I wrapped so neatly in paper from my notebook, and watched you unwrap so carefully, and felt kind of self-conscious as you unwrapped it, because I didn’t know how you felt about anything, because you hadn’t told me, though I would find out later via text message that your ex-boyfriend wants you back. In my pre-dream mind, I’m imagining the kiss that I pre-meditated and then didn’t act on when you actually arrived. I feel both the absence and presence of that kiss as I run my phone battery flat listening to rain sounds on YouTube, eyes closed, simulating the conditions for sleep.

 It’s impossible to describe this relationship because it exists almost entirely in a state of deferral, of ambiguous instant messages and deep longing and overlapping timescales we can’t extricate ourselves from to just be together, even though we share an intense reality of the possibility. And because it’s impossible to describe, it’s impossible to locate, and so it tends to exist wherever it can, in moments where it shouldn’t. Simultaneous time recognises that love is non-linear.

 I can feel your hips trembling around me that night my flight was cancelled, and it makes my heart cramp with hurt.

 If Britney Spears is the ultimate embodiment of the split between object and meaning in a linear capitalist framework of pleasure deferral, simultaneous time returns her to herself, and to her fans. It validates her incoherence, and it validates the fanatics’ fantasy as an embodied reality that manifests as feeling and identity.

 We’re back out on the street after the sweat catharsis of a 25-and-a-half-hour rave that we experienced for four hours, not touching. You’re wearing a pink bucket hat and the air is cold and you’re tired and we talk seriously about Big Life Decisions and whether he should be the one to love you. It’s really bad timing, you apologise.

 At the tram stop, back in singular time, where I have to wait for 9 linear, non-cosmic minutes, a seagull eats the crumbs of my chilli flavoured chips and I wonder if that’s bad.