#dandelion honey buy

[kitchenwitchtingss]

50 KITCHEN WITCH TIPS TO MAKE YOU FEEL MORE WITCHY

(And other useful things I've learned over the years)

Hi! This is a list of dos, don'ts, tips, tricks, and other fun things that I've learned over the years. I always love finding more effective and efficient ways of doing things so if you have any cool things you'd like to add, leave them in the comments or reblog. I'd love to read it.

Anyways... On with the list ^_^

Light candles around your kitchen space (just make sure nothing flammable is near you)

Annotate your cookbooks with the correspondence of the ingredients.

Mediating is really good to calm the mind before cooking.

Cut oranges and lemons thinly, dry them, and hang them with twine around your kitchen

Need a cleansing tip? Open all your windows near your kitchen. Let some fresh air in.

Cutting sigils into apples, pie crusts, and carved potatoes.

Save lemon and orange rinds, freeze them, and then use them to clean the garbage disposal.

Make infused oils and honey: Things like garlic honey, lavender honey, herb oil, sun oil, moon oil, dandelion oil, and other different edible oils are very fun and useful to make.

Hid sigils in pages of your cookbooks and kitchen witch journals.

Add some plants! Snake plants and spider plants don't need too much light, and growing your own herbs in your kitchen is awesome too. Basil, lavender, thyme, aloe vera, rosemary, etc. are good fits. You could also add some plants that require more sunlight on the kitchen window sill. Like cacti and succulents.

Bring crystals into your kitchen space such as rose quartz, clear quartz, amethyst, or whatever you want the space's intentions to be.

I keep a small money tree on the sill, along with cacti for luck and protection.

Make a simmer Pot! Mostly because it makes the whole house smell good, easy, and fun.

Stir clockwise for best results!

Learning how to pickle things is actually pretty witchy. Plus, anyone could do it as it requires absolutely no kitchen experience. You could pickle any vegetable, even if you don't like pickles. I originally learned this after having to take shelter from a natural disaster. A person brought a bunch of stuff and taught us how to pickle things with different spices and herbs. Very fun!

Decorate your kitchen with your favorite stuff. Crystals, decor, heat mits, that cool mushroom cake stand you've been eyeing at the World Market for the past 2 weeks, cool looking curtains, sun catchers. Why stop there? Paint the walls, hang shelves full of marked-up cookbooks that are a little too well-loved and thumbed through.

Wanna be the person that has the amazing-smelling house every time people come over? Syrups take some time to simmer down, it's actually a pretty good time to leave it on the stove to simmer. Since syrups have a lot of aromatic ingredients, it acts as a really good-smelling simmer pot.

Hang up herbs to dry with twine from cabinets that are rarely used.

Invest in that new set of plates and cups.

Homemade jams, butter, sauces, and syrups are your best friend.

Crochet or knit your own dish rags, pot holders, etc.

Don't pour extremely hot things into a glass that's not Pyrex, it will break, and you will be very sad about it.

Don't cook anything while extremely upset or emotional (For safety reasons)

Make recipes you want to make, not just because you'll like the effect. Make it because you think it's tasty.

Chinese Five Spice works in place of herbs for protection and luck spells a lot of the time! It's cheaper to buy 1 spice than 4 different spices that total up to 15 dollars when you could just spend 3-4 dollars.

Take a shower before cooking (I don't know how to explain this one other than it makes you feel better)

Don't use microfiber/plastic material clothes on hot burners, it will fuse to the burner and melt. It is VERY hard to get off.

I don't know if I need to put this one but I did see someone do it so nonstick pan = wooden utensils and plastic utensils, metal pan = metal utensils. Do not use a metal spoon in a nonstick pan, please. It can make you very sick.

Keep your pets away from hot oil, open ovens, and hot pans.

You can proof bread dough in the fridge overnight if you don't have the time to bake, or want to eat fresh bread right in the morning.

Need a quick witchy meal for dinner in 12 minutes? Use premade tomato pasta sauce and doctor it up with thyme, rosemary, and garlic, for protection and distilling stagnant energies. Serve with pasta of your liking.

You can substitute Butter for Crisco/shortening, buttermilk for 1 cup of milk + 1 tbsp apple cider vinegar or lemon juice, and heavy cream for 1 cup of half and half plus 2 tbsp of butter.

Use leftover animal bones to make bone broth

Teach yourself the art of bread scoring (It's fun, and you can show it off to your loved ones!)

Collect and hoard your own and others' family recipes.

Sometimes the food doesn't have to be a spell, sometimes it just makes you feel good and you don't know why.

Listen to your favorite music in the kitchen, it makes the monotonous things like chopping veggies move faster.

Invest in a vegetable chopper if you don't like chopping vegetables.

Find a really good hot cocoa recipe and make it once a week. Master it. Just for your own happiness because hot cocoa is really good. You could also be the friend/family member that makes the best hot cocoa ever.

Focaccia Bread Lasts a very long time, and it's very easy to make!

Keep a first aid kit near where the oven is, in case of burns, cuts, or serious injuries where time is everything.

Quick Bread and no-rise loaves are simple for beginners, tasty, and take little time. They also feel very witchy to make.

Study a bit of Herbalism! It's fun and really helps better understand the herbs you're putting into your food.

While something is boiling, put your wooden spoon over the pot to minimize the chance of something boiling over.

Try a bit of coffee magick, it's simple to get into, and gives you a boost of energy to take on the day!

If you're over 21, wine-making is a very interesting way to celebrate the sabbats. Just with that, make sure you KNOW what you're doing. With anything fermented, there's always a risk if you don't store things correctly. Apple wines, strawberry wines, dandelion wines, etc. all very cool to experiment with. If you're not over 21, vinegar is a similar way to experiment.

Hang up some witchy things, sigils, photos, cool magnets, and other things that give you joy on your fridge. (Sometimes if you are lucky they have some fun magnets at five below)

If you live in the US, for some reason, there are a lot of books in the book section dedicated to witchcraft and spirituality. At least where I live. And they are all under 5 dollars!

Teas are the cheapest and easiest things you can practice being a kitchen witch.

[pawinpersu]

when i met you in that hotel room ₊ 𓂃 venti / barbatos

♡: afab!reader. reader works at angel share (lets pretend its a hotel lol) maid!reader. needy!venti. consent kink. cunnilingus. pnv. mating press. slight breeding kink. pretty much fluff !! slight self loathing from venti... (he ain't been getting action and he feels old.) mostly dom! venti (im so sorry i didnt make him very switchy) has been proofread hopefully its not ooc ..(。·ˇ‸ˇ·。)…

staying in a room at the angel share, after buying a whole bottle of dandelion wine, venti sighs to himself in contentment. observing his land outside the window, admiring in his thoughts how that maid looked delivering his drinks to his booth about thirty minutes ago. the maid outfit looked so sinfully beautiful on you. it had been... ages since his last rendezvous esque relationship. desperate, he called himself. not that he looked old but after being thousands of years on teyvats warm shores you grow slightly unaware of things, mostly due to cutting himself off from such relationships. not that he doesnt desperately want one.

calling up service to his room, knowing it will be you. his body aches, this form becoming slightly uncomfortable. he sees your silhouette as you open the door, smiling sweetly he bids you to come in. "is there something you need, sir?" you ask kindly, an underlying gruffness to your voice. sweet thing. so precious. so overworked. must you trouble yourself with such things in a place where freedom reigns? he asks you in his head, not voicing his thoughts. "hic! i would.. hic! like some.. room service, dear maiden- hic! unngh" hiccups, he curses. maybe he has drunk too much.

he leans up on the bed with his elbows, patting with his hand beside him, looking up at you with his pretty emerald, with light greens and azures mixed in them eyes. you question, before sitting down beside him, the slightly short outfit riding up your thighs. as observant as venti is he is quite aloof to certain things, but never this. he thanks himself, reminding himself of his status, he shudders. this girl, was a mere mortal. how could.. how could he possibly be so unwavering towards her, so needy. wishing her hands were undoing his corset. his belt. his shorts. anything right now would save him from thinking so much!

his voice slightly heightens, his eyes trail down your body before looking up into your eyes again. "have.. hic!" he cuts himself off cursing the hiccups once more. he reaches out his hand, holding it towards her. as you take it, he pulls you down a bit onto the bed. "hic! you.. hic!... sweet maiden grown a match of poppies and cecelia's, my dear? you are so incredibly sweet." his words like honey, yet with a bit annoyed tone. he needs something to get rid of these hiccups! his charm!

his eyes lake over your pretty face, admiring your features. swallowing softly, hopefully that will take them away, pushing a strand of your hair out of your face. "does this feel right, my sweet flower? have i stepped to far, please, indulge my questions with your answers, whatever you need or want, i shall give it" no matter how badly he wants you. deciding now if you say get off me or, no, then he wouldnt be upset, how dare he even if he was, having just the one moment will suffice lifetimes. your softness, your face close to his, his hands able to caress yours, and your pretty face. he wants to whine. the sensations feel as if they did the first time.

you give him a shy nod, your mind and heart race. you need to go back, to clean, to do your job. but.. the way he looks at you. the way he talks to you, the way he touches you. like you're a piece of crystal, a jewel. you watch him softly, your breath hitching as he grows closer. his hand trailing down your thigh. his eyes glazed with lust and something slightly calm, and content. his fingers start making patterns on the flesh of it. "may i kiss you, sweet flower? please hear my heart for what it needs is something so delicately beautiful as you"

another nod, his words fill you with ache. no man has ever given such bold advances to you, as he kisses you his lips move against yours, making you feel light headed. his want his need is excruciating. how many years has it been since such a feeling has made him lightheaded. his hands trail up to the swells of your hips gripping them with his fairly soft hands. you're soft, delicate, and utterly gorgeous. almost sinfully he adds in his head. how long has barbatos been without shame in this very moment. not caring if others heard you outside the hotel room. or him.

whenever you get the courage to move your own lips against his, he whines. he's vocal and he's not afraid to show it, gripping your hips harder he slightly moves more on top of you, not breaking the kiss. his lips more feverish. his face hot not just from the alcohol but the slight recoil of embarrassment. afraid if he might continue he might just make a fool of himself. he whines before pulling away from the kiss seeing your eyes flutter open at him cutely, makes him longing for more. "you taste divine dear. i simply cannot get enough of you." his voice gruff, his eyes feel hazy. glazed over with something more than desire. "may i continue, beautiful girl? ill love you with care my sweet flower" he says, promisingly.

"i.. yes.. yes please" your own body is hot, the maid outfit suddenly uncomfortable. dear barbatos forgive me, you say in your head. hearing him chuckle. "ah. sweetheart, dont trouble yourself with asking for forgiveness. not when this is so right" he kisses down your neck, prying your thighs open softly, his hips grinding now against yours. "ah.. dearest me, even such small stimulation you feel amazing." saying through the kisses. he bunches your skirt up, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties, before digging his nails into your hips. grinding harder.

"hnngh.. how could i possibly let go of this.. feeling.. nngh!" he whines, biting at your neck. sucking harshly. hearing your small gasps, he kisses back up to you jaw. "y.. you're so sweet, my flower. unngh.. ahnn.." his hips buckle, his face grows hotter. wanting, needing more. "such a pretty face, a gorgeous body.. nngh.. ah- just like that" he whispers, moving a bit faster. able to feel his length through the soft and sensual grinds. he takes a deep breath before looking down at you. "im going to remove this pretty outfit, maiden, is that okay? may i?" he asks eagerly, his hips halter.

"yes.. please. please. no one has ever made me feel this way" you gasp out, you panties already slick with desire. whining a bit at the lost of the friction, you push yourself more up against him. he chuckles a bit, getting a ego boost. admiring how thirsty you are just as he is. he slowly pushes the maid outfit down your gorgeous body. seeing your lacey garments, connecting with your thigh highs. he bites his bottom lip before grazing his hand down your hips, to your ass. squeezing the flesh.

"how sinfully beautiful those look on your gorgeous skin. so soft, so pretty." he kisses your tummy. his hand squeezing at the flesh of your hips again. his head moving down to your thighs, pushing your navel to make you lay down all the way, you push up on your elbows to watch him. kissing your inner thighs, eyeing your pussy, such a delicate things. kissing your clothed cunt softly, before looking up at you seeing you gasp, he smirks, a slight chuckle vibrating against your clothed mound. he pulls down your lacey garment, down your thighs the thigh highs still on. after finally getting them off he looks up at you once more.

"mmm, such a pretty, pretty flower you have my dear maiden. may i?" always asking for consent, always considering you first. you nod impatiently. he nods, his breath warm against your pussy, before licking softly, prodding your folds open. his eyes rolling back, ah how he's missed giving pleasure to a woman. he presses your hips more to his mouth, licking the labia softly. using spit to coat more of your glistening sex as he sucks on your delicate cunt, using his jaw to give more friction. slurping your essence, you're so new to this. new to how such things work, but fuck. the way he looks up at you while he does it.

after awhile his ministration's don't stop, he needs to make you come first. he whines against your pussy, slurping lewdly against it. sucking your pretty clit, your hips buckle. gasping. "oh.. fuck! there.. there.. ah!" you cry out, feeling his lips suckle faster making you see white. your hands instinctively gripping his hair pushing him, as your back arches and hips buck, your slick coating his lips and tongue. you gasp for air, as the feelings subdue. a whine to your breathing, your elbows aching as you fall back all the way, your legs shaking.

"mmm.. absolutely luscious." he licks his lips. pushing up on his hands crawling back on top of you. kissing your lips, tasting yourself as he moves his tongue into your mouth. the sensual kiss making more blood go to his aching cock. roughly pushing his shorts down, making his dick slap against his tummy, removing his corset and top, cursing at himself. why does he wear so many layers, fuck. he lifts your legs, pushing them to your chest, holding them with one hand, stroking his cock softly. "anngh.. you look angelic. my little flower, is this what you want? please. i need to fill your pretty pussy up, so... bad. nn.." his hips falter, getting even more aroused by his own words.

as you consent, you cover your face. feeling his other hand move down to spread your sensitive cunt apart, rubbing the tip softly against it, he whines. not able to take it anymore, he softly pushes against warm and tight channel. his eyes roll back, his other hand still holding your legs up, before his other grabs your hand, holding it softly. "oh.. fuck!" he breathes out, his hips going in slow thrusts, but needing to go faster, needs to breed this small pussy. gods, how badly has he needed this, fuck. he looks at you, pulling away from holding your hand grabbing the other on your face. "shhh... sweet cecelia, dont hide your pretty face."

he starts going faster, his face contorts, his braids move rapidly, as well seeing your breasts move with each thrust, makes his insatiable need grow. he whimpers, gripping the flesh under your thighs again, being slightly sloppy. "hnngh.. fuck.. you're so.. so gorgeous my windblume, im.. mmm.. feel s'fucking good.. so good" his insistent compliments and feverish thrusts of his cock, makes you feel crazy. his words, his body, his touch, everything about this man was.. so.. good. so so good. no one has ever made you feel this way. you whine, looking up at him, your mouth parted as you breath in gulps of air, breathy moans making him ache. needing to see you come on his cock, needing to see your face as he fills you up. needing it, craving it.

".. ah! please please.. s-shit!.. ah.. oh fuck.. gonna.. gonna breed you.. gonna.. fuck! make this pretty flower all.. all mine..!" he grumbles, positioning his hips harder, before whining feeling your pussy gush and tighten around him making his thrusts sloppy, he falls on top of you. still gripping the muscles under your pretty thighs. he hears you gasp, feeling your nails into his shoulders suddenly as your cunt flutters around him, your slick gushing down at each press of his cock. "ah! ohh.. please, please please!" you whine, before it turning into cute mewls.

fucking hell, he liked that. oh he needed that, he pushes your knees up more, going deeper, feeling your velvet walls clench as the lasting moments of your orgasm hit you, he whimpers his hips faltering once more before picking up the pace again. "holy.. hnnghh... my pretty cecelia.. im.. nngh.. im.. gonna.." he pushes his face in the crook of your neck as his hips grow sloppy, his cock throbbing as fills your pretty pussy, feeling it bulge your cute tummy. he whines, panting against you.

"f.. fuck.. fuck.. fuck.. mmph! filling you up, so." thrust "good, nngh.." his climax subsiding, still tenderly thrusting inside you, as he catches his breath he looks up at you through his lashes. "my sweet, gorgeous flower." he says softly, giving you small kisses now. before catching his strength to slightly lift up, brushing your glistening hair from your face. having a content smile on his face, he cups your chin seeing your fucked out gaze, assuming he has the same look. "don't you look exquisite, so, so pretty. sucha good girl. my pretty windblume" he giggles, squishing your face. bending down once more kissing you, a soothing lullaby to your exhaustion.

♡an: omg this is the longest small fic ive ever done, i locked in. LOLL.. hope u all like it :3 for @astronomerzin

[braxlrose]

request: my first request is😼 bill kaulitz x reader who is a hopeless romantic i mean he finds such messy and simple things romantic and he doesn't like extra things like some bed with rose petals and candles... i mean he finds romance in a bouquet of randomly picked flowers (although roses of course can be 😝) finds romance in smoking cigarettes in one of the abandoned buildings (obligatory of course lighting cigarettes looks like Bill first lights his cigarette and then lights her cigarette with his cigarette ykykyk) I find romance in dating at McDonald's or such a date at or a date sitting on the sidewalk sipping a slushie or an energy drink.. RUSHES RUSHES..(such aesthetics that I can't describe... such a lil peep 😒)

teenage dirtbag bill x f!reader

• teenage dirtbag bill who sneaks into your room at night to spoon you. bonus points if he's a small spoon

• teenage dirtbag bill who kisses your forehead before going to class

• teenage dirtbag bill who buys you those cute candy cigarettes for you to make you laugh

• teenage dirtbag bill who loves hanging out with you and your little siblings because he thinks they're so adorable

• teenage dirtbag bill who got scolded by you after you found him trying to teach your little sibling how to roll a joint

• teenage dirtbag bill who ended up wrapping you in his arms afterwards and getting high with you

• teenage dirtbag bill who loves it when you bail him out of detention because he was caught smoking.

• teenage dirtbag bill who kisses your entire face when you make him food when he's high 🥺 pookie gets the munchies

• teenage dirtbag bill who loves it when you leave lipstick marks all over his face and would proudly go out in public with them on

• teenage dirtbag bill who uses crackle nail polish because he thinks it looks edgy

• teenage dirtbag bill who brings you to a carnival so you guys can indulge on heinous amounts of cotton candy

• teenage dirtbag bill who writes songs about you and sings them whenever hes drunk

• teenage dirtbag bill who brings you to McDonald's and orders 30 things off of the 1 dollar menu because you can get more food that way

• teenage dirtbag bill who tries to pierce himself with a safety pin and ends up crying because it hurt 💀 he swears he didn't cry whenever you bring up the story though

• teenage dirtbag bill who picks you the dandelions when they're all fluffy and white because he thinks they're cooler than the regular boring yellow ones.

• teenage dirtbag bill who sneaks candy into movies for you.

• teenage dirtbag bill who buys you new cds to listen to when you finish the ones he already got you

• teenage dirtbag bill who gets you ice cream from an ice cream truck when you're feeling sad

• teenage dirtbag bill who carves pumpkins with you for Halloween and always brags about his being super cool. "Yours is really good too Honey, but mine! Look at it! It's so coooool!"

• teenage dirtbag bill who confesses his love to you when he gets high even though you guys have already been dating for forever

• teenage dirtbag bill who slaps you away and says he has a girlfriend when you try and kiss him when he's super drunk because he doesn't realize it's you.

• "NO! NO! No! Noooooo!" Hes all pouty and his eyebrows are furrowed, "I have... a girlfriend. Goooot it?"

• and you're all like "really?! Well, can I tell you a secret?"

• and he just nods along waiting for you to speak when you're like "I'm your girlfriend."

• you just watch his eyes widen and his jaw drop and he's like "reallllyyyy?! oooohhh mmmyyy goddd you're sooo pretty though."

• teenage dirtbag bill is a cutie pie

• teenage dirtbag bill who gets super happy when you buy him the fruit roll ups with the tattoos on them so he can some on himself

• teenage dirtbag bill who lights your cigarette with his or shares a cigarette with you while you're sitting in his lap.

• teenage dirtbag bill who asks you to marry him whenever he feels like it's the "right moment" just waiting for the day you say yes.

• by "the right moment" I mean after you two had sex for the first time or when you guys went skinny dipping together or when you guys are on a late night "picnic" watching the stars.

• picnic aka 2 turkey sandwiches and some slim jims

• teenage dirtbag bill who holds you in his arms and smokes a cigarette after you guys had sex for the first time. he doesn't plan on letting go of you any time soon.

• teenage dirtbag bill who is ironically amazing at driving, especially when he's high, so you're always a passenger princess.

• teenage dirtbag bill who has his hand on your thigh whenever he's driving

• teenage dirtbag bill who brings you to a drive in movie theater to make out with you

• teenage dirtbag bill who is super intimate. even though he isn't into all that extra crap, he's very mushy.

• teenage dirtbag bill who lays on your thighs whenever he can because he loves how soft your skin is.

• teenage dirtbag bill who tattoos your name onto him

• teenage dirtbag bill who has promised since he was a little kid that he was going to marry you one day.

• teenage dirtbag bill who finds it super cute when you get all excited when he let's you put face masks on him

• teenage dirtbag bill who let's your little siblings put braids and pig tails in his hair with bows because he loves how you smile whenever he plays with them.

• teenage dirtbag bill who writes his name on your clit with his tongue whenever he goes down on you.

• teenage dirtbag bill who buys you your favorite chips whenever he comes over. yk, just because he wanted too

• teenage dirtbag bill who goes on long walks at night with you

• teenage dirtbag bill who asks you for the answers on tests because you're just so smart and he can never remember

• teenage dirtbag bill who thinks your the prettiest person in the entire world on the inside and out.

• teenage dirtbag bill who has a camcorder and records videos of you guys all the time for your "future selves"

• teenage dirtbag bill who also has a Polaroid cameras and candid pictures of you whenever he thinks you look super duper pretty.

• teenage dirtbag bill who picks up sea glass whenever he finds it on the beach and gives it to you.

• teenage dirtbag bill who buys you those candy necklaces and bracelets and puts them in expensive jewelry boxes as gifts for you.

scenario one.

"show me your tongue." Bill said as you too were walking hand in hand. You turned your head towards him and staring laughing.

"What?!" You giggled out, taking another sip of your drink.

"I wanna see if your tongue is blue, come on! Show meeee!" He begged and whined, pouting and fluttering his eyes at you. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before sticking out your tongue.

"So?" You asked, biting your lip and moving your hand to wrap it around his arm.

"Super fucking blue." He laughed, sipping his drink and continuing to walk down the street.

"Blue blue or Berry Blue?"

"Whats the difference?"

"Ones blue and the other is Berry Blue," You rested your cheek on his shoulder and looked up into his eyes, "Duh."

scenario two.

You nuzzled your face into bills chest as you two sat on a cement block, hanging out with the rest of tokio hotel. Your eyes gazed up at Bills face as he brought his cigarette to his mouth. He was so beautiful, you couldn't help but stare him at forever.

"Okay, would you guys rather be able to do anybody you want with no chance of STD's or pregnancy but have to drink a cup of pee everyday, or have a pregnancy scare once a week but be able to do whatever you want and not get in trouble?" Tom asked, taking a sip of his beer.

Bill took his cigarette out of his mouth and brought it down to mine, still looking up at the rest of the guys, "Is the pee yellow or clear?" Bill asked, smiling a bit as he questioned Tom. I breathed out some smoke and I could feel Bills fingers threading through my hair. It was always so calming, I could practically fall asleep.

"Yellow. Obviously." Tom scoffed, taking a drag of his cigarette and looked around at the rest of us.

"What do you think, hmm?" Bill asked, looking down at me as he tapped the cigarette on the cement. I laughed a bit and sat up more, still in his lap and leaned into him again.

"The second one, obviously. No way am I drinking someone's piss everyday." I answered, wrapping my arms around Bill who had begun laughing and kissing my forehead.

taglist: @hearts4kaulitz @burntb4bydoll @spelaelamela @bored0writer @fishinaband @billsleftnutt @tokiiohot @bluepoptartwithsprinkles @saumspam @5hyslv7 @killed-kiss @memog1rl @80s-tingz @billybabeskaulitz @victryzvv9 @banshailey

[theblasianwitch]

So I've been spending the last few monthes reading, watching, walking, and just overall researching foraging safely and the types of plants in my area. Today was the first day with my spouse and son that I was able to identify some plants confidently... so of course with my direction we began foraging.

It saddens me that one of the main motivators for foraging today is knowing that my neighbors and my mother in law would be getting their lawns mowed soon and most of what I gathered today would've been lost. People just don't know what they have.

We pay to remove plants, herbs and even fruits growing naturally in our lawns, only to go buy the same plants from our grocery stores.

Plants found:

Dandelion: the whole plant is edible if you can spot it from its copycat. The leaves can be used the same way as most greens, it's roots when dried can be used to brew Dandelion coffee, and the flowers can be used for tea and to make honey

Chives and Onions: a common herb and garnish its stalks grow back once cut. If left to grow long enough they absorb nutrients better and can produce bigger onions but for now these chives were found before being mowed over and the onions are quite small but very strong and flavorful

Dead nettle: this one was new to me learning about it near the end of winter and seeing the small purple flowers growing. The flowers and leaves droop downward almost making a closed umbrella shape. It can be eaten raw or cooked and is used in salads and smoothies for garnish and flavor. They are high in nutrients and vitamins. Left to grow in the sun the purple turns almost pinkish and the leaves get lighter but still useful

Pine (cones, needles and seeds): I didn't forage the cones or needles today cause I knew I'd be busy, but baby pinecones can be cooked and eaten and the needles when cleaned and placed into an airtight container with water and sugar make a soda. I managed to find a few seeds in some of the fallen cones and saved them to plants in our future home

That's what we foraged. We are waiting for some more plants to develop and managed to convince my mother in law to leave certain sections of the lawn left uncut as some plants are still just starting back. Plants were waiting on are plantains, honeysuckle, and violets. Some plants are still too early to identify.

Using the dandelion greens tonight and making a pesto with some of them combined with the dead nettle and onions to use for a future pasta.

[suguwu]

mondstadt: terroir

“Don’t tease,” you chastise.

He tightens his grip on your ankle, his other hand tracing higher, dragging delicate over your calf. 

“Oh, darling,” he says. “I’ve barely even started.”

minors and ageless blogs dni!

pairing: pantalone x f!reader

notes: what's this? the first chapter of mr. worldwide almost a year after i released the masterlist? yeah. yeah. sorry about that. but i hope you enjoy!

tags: established relationship (married), reader is called "darling" and "wife", wine play, oral (f!receiving), reader has pubic hair.

wc: 2k

Mondstadt is as pretty as ever.

The burgeoning spring brings a verdant flush to the land, the high grasses swaying emerald in the endless wind of the nation, and the apple blossoms blooming pink on their branches, a soft spill of dawn caught in petals. New life abounds in every corner of the nation.

It’s so different from Snezhnaya.

The Dandelion Sea feels endless as you pass through it, the vast field of the treasured flowers stretching as far as the eye can see, kissing the bright blue of the mid-morning sky’s horizon. You watch a crimson fox scamper through the dandelions. Despite the Anemo energy keeping them whole in the playful breeze, a few delicate seeds catch in its coat, little white speckles like a flurry of snow.

“You seem pleased,” Pantalone says, without looking up from the ledger he’s been focusing on. 

“Do I?” you ask.

“Don’t play coy, darling,” he tells you.

He makes a note. It joins pages and pages of other notes, each a meticulous observation in a hard-earned elegant script. Each loop of his pen is a slow, familiar flourish. 

“I would never.”

He hums. “Of course not. How silly of me.”

“Yes, how silly of you.”

He glances up for a moment, one elegant brow raised. He contemplates you for an instant, a little smile on his lips, before he returns his attention to the ledger.

You pout.

“Do not give me that look,” he says, writing another note with an elegant flick of his wrist. 

“What look?”

He doesn’t look up. “The one on your pretty lips,” he says. “I do so hate to see you pout.”

“Then pay attention to me.”

“Soon, darling.”

“Now, darling.”

“Such a demanding little thing,” he says, but he’s putting down his pen, tucking it away with the ledger. You watch the way the tendons in his hands flex, how careful his long, strong fingers are. His rings catch the light, gleaming in the golden sunshine, and you think of how many times you’ve tasted the metal when he has sunk his fingers into your mouth. 

When you glance up, Pantalone’s lips have a knowing curve to them. 

You’re unperturbed; your husband knows your appetite for all things better than most. Your appetite for him most of all. 

Still, you say nothing, though an answering little smile blooms on your lips. You turn your gaze back out the window, watching the idyllic countryside roll by, the trees whispering in the breeze, the flowers dotting the grass like stars in the sky swaying. 

“I thought you wanted my attention, darling,” Pantalone says.

You sniff. “Perhaps you took too long.”

“I see,” he says, deeply fond. “A mistake I shan’t make again.”

“Good.”

He chuckles lowly, the sound rich and deep as it drips over you like honey. Before he can say anything, the carriage rounds a bend, and a manor comes into view.

“Oh!” you gasp, pleased to see it again. It’s striking no matter how many times you’ve ridden past it, a towering thing that almost seems to puncture the blue of the sky. Even from afar, you can scent the flowers of the garden, the soft sweetness carried to you by Mond’s ever-present winds. 

The carriage turns off towards the manor.

You furrow your brow; it’s the only thing down this particular road. It clicks in a second later and you turn to face your husband, who is idly looking out the window. 

“I thought you weren’t going to buy in Mond.” 

“Hmm?”

You slip your foot up Pantalone’s leg.

He glances at you, his eyes gleaming behind the half-moons of his glasses.

“You weren’t going to buy in Mond,” you remind him. 

He catches your ankle, wrapping his long, lean fingers around it. His thumb strokes idly against the bone. A tender, silken touch.

“It was too cheap to let go of,” he says.

With him, that just means somewhere under ten million mora. You decide you’re better off not knowing. 

It’s a wonderful property, the beautiful manor set into sweeping gardens lush with fragrant blossoms, the blooms spilling over in a froth of untamed color. Vines swirl up the sides of the house, whorls of greenery clinging to the sun-warmed stone, dotted with bright flowers. It rises high above the grounds, almost cradled by the sky. 

It apparently once belonged to one of the eldest clans of the fallen aristocracy—some of the stained glass still carries their crest, flooding the courtyard with their colors at the sun’s gentle touch—until it was sold off by the heir. 

When you peer at it through the carriage windows, you can’t understand how he could bear to let go of it. 

“You said you liked it,” Pantalone says as you lean back again. “Didn’t you?”

You should have known better. Of course he bought an entire manor because you’d mentioned in passing that it was pretty. 

“Or have you changed your mind?” he asks, his lips curling into something smug when you stare at him. 

You know that look.

“Don’t tease,” you chastise.

He tightens his grip on your ankle, his other hand tracing higher, dragging delicate over your calf. 

“Oh, darling,” he says. “I’ve barely even started.” 

—

The two of you stumble into the first bedroom you find. 

It’s lavish but not gaudy, the type of finery you’ve become used to over the long years with your husband, who insists on nothing but the best, particularly for you. It’s beautifully set up, with a wine and fruit basket on the nightstand, but you barely spare a thought for it, too busy trying to shrug out of your dress while batting away your husband’s roaming hands. 

“You’re making this more difficult than it needs to be,” you tell him as he palms your tit over your dress, his big hand holding the thin fabric in place. 

“If you weren’t so pretty, it wouldn’t be so hard to keep my hands off you.”

Your cheeks heat. “Shut up,” you say, swatting at his wrist. 

He lets go with a laugh that drips with desire, warm and full of teeth. Your dress slips to the floor, a silken pool; he helps you step out of it. 

He kisses you then, a hot, heavy press of his lips against yours, his tongue flitting across the seam of your lips until you open for him. He presses close as he licks into your mouth, one hand splayed across your back to hold you still for him. His other hand slides from your hip to cup your tit. He thumbs your nipple, a soft hint of pressure against the pebbling nub, and you gasp into his mouth. 

You can feel him hardening against your hip even through the fine material of his pants. 

He kisses you dizzy, steals your breath and makes it his own, and perhaps that is why you’re not sure how you find yourself on the bed. It’s downy soft beneath you, the sheets silken against your skin, and he pins you against them with ease. 

You arch into his next kiss, whining your complaint as he pulls away for breath. 

“Darling,” he says, annoyingly composed, “I want to drink from you.”

“Yes,” you say quickly, reaching for him to pull him back down to you, bracketing your thighs around his hips to feel the line of his hard cock against your cunt. You roll your hips and close your eyes, arching your back to feel more of him. “Hurry up.”

You yelp as liquid spills over you, eyes opening to see your husband set aside the bottle of wine that he’s just poured part of onto your chest. You catch a flash of the label and any admonishment you might have had fades away.

“Pantalone,” you say slowly, “that was one of the rarest vintages Dawn Winery has.”

The wine is pooling in the dip of your neck, a maroon bruise of liquid. It drips down your tits in languid rivulets. 

“Is it? Good.”

Before you can complain, he dips down to you, tracing the tip of his tongue over your skin, chasing a droplet of wine. He follows the meandering path, his tongue laving gently against you, a sharp line of heat that goes straight to your cunt. 

You bite down on a gasp as he flicks his tongue against the furled peak of your nipple, sparks skittering beneath your skin, before all you know is wet heat. You weave your hands into his ebony hair as he suckles at you, arching up into him as he palms at your other tit, pinching lightly at your nipple with clever fingers. 

You’re squirming beneath him by the time he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your breast. Some of the wine between your tits trickles down your sides to stain the sheets claret. 

“You’re wasting it,” he chides. You glare and he laughs before swooping down to follow the path of a droplet to where wine pools in your navel. He licks it up, drawing a long, hot line of his tongue from the dip of it to the start of the curls on your mound.

Pantalone curls his hands around your thighs, his fingers sinking into the meat of them, and spreads you wide for him. He lets go of one of your thighs to circle his thumb over your clit, smiling when your hips buck as an incandescent heat settles in your cunt, a bright burn of pleasure. 

“I thought you were going to drink from me,” you say. “So drink.”

His smile grows wider. “Of course, wife,” he says, and then he’s dipping down to lick a long stripe against your cunt, flattening his tongue against the heat of it. He hums and holds your hips down when you cry out. He laves at you, dragging his tongue through your folds until you’re almost trembling with it. 

He laps at your slick, tracing the tip of his tongue around your hole. You sink your hands into his hair and tug at the long locks, urging him to press closer. You can feel the way he smiles against your tender cunt before he obliges you, delving his tongue into you. He presses forward to push deeper and your legs close around his head as his nose nudges into your clit. 

White hot pleasure sears through you, sparking down your spine like a shooting star. Pantalone slips his hands under your ass to raise your hips higher against him, his tongue pushing deeper into your wet cunt. You gasp as he flicks his tongue inside of you. 

He feasts on you like a glutton, humming his content as you writhe, his strong hands holding you still for him, keeping your cunt pressed against his mouth. You tighten your grasp in his hair as you are wound tighter and tighter, the heat pooling in your stomach catching like kindling and spreading through you.

Your voice breaks on his name—his real name, one that is yours and yours alone—as the heat roars into a forest fire, setting your nerves aflame as you cum.

Pantalone presses little kisses to your cunt as you shudder your way through the aftershocks, tiny blissful jolts of lingering pleasure. When your thighs go lax around him, he pulls back. His smile is soft, but there’s smugness lining it. You scowl at him.

“Darling,” he says, wiping his gleaming mouth with the back of his hand, the uncouth gesture sending a frisson of heat lacing down your spine, “we really must finish the bottle.”

He leans up to press a sweet kiss against your lips; it turns wicked quickly, a heated claim. When he pulls away, his eyes are shining greedily. His smile has a wicked edge to it as he reaches for the wine bottle once more.

“I insist.” 

[delopsia]

I absolutely adored and loved the Rhett headcanons. Can we please get matching Bobby ones pretty pretty please with diabetes inducing amount of sugar on top 🥺🙏💕💕💕

Aaaaa, thank you! I was hoping somebody would ask for a set of Bobby headcanons! :D This got a little long again 💃

✧˖° General Bob Headcanons

Snores, but very, very lightly? To the point that he sounds more like a cat purring than anything. If you tell him he does it, he goes red in the face and denies it, even if you have video evidence of it. Bobby hears snoring and immediately thinks he must be snoring loud enough to guide ships through the fog...

Bob has this funny thing where he intentionally buys damaged products. He got left out of things a lot as a kid, the last to be picked for dodgeball, was always last to be partnered up for assignments, little things that never felt all too great.

So now he's taking home a dented can of Lysol because he knows how shitty it feels to be left out.

It is so, so easy to make this man smile. You can make the dumbest joke of all time, and Bob's got a cheesy grin that's brighter than the sun itself.

Bob doesn't always have the words to describe what he's feeling or trying to say. No matter how hard he tries, those words simply don't bubble up in the ol' noggin, and he's stuck stuttering until he can come up with something.

The longer he can't find the words he wants to use, the brighter his face goes. Blushes from the tips of his ears all the way down into his chest. Poor baby looks like he's been sunburnt

Buys trinkets that remind him of his friends, and he's got an entire shelf dedicated to housing them. A glass-blown phoenix that he found in a gift shop, a plush coyote that he picked up at the zoo, a horseshoe because his momma loves horses.

Has a talent for origami. It started out as a meaningless thing to ease his nerves, but it quickly devolved into an obsession. Flowers, elephants, stars, butterflies, he knows no bounds. He's been known for leaving them in places and waiting around the corner to see who takes it. There's no better feeling than watching someone find it and take it with them.

That being said, Bob showers his significant other in them. Once he becomes comfortable, you will never know peace. There are stars in your cups, there were origami flowers lining the edge of your clawfoot bath this morning, and you've been finding hearts for months.

Hates when people stand behind him. It's more of a nervous thing than anything because there is nothing worse than thinking you're alone and sensing someone looming behind you. If Bob can find a spot where his back is to the wall, you best believe he will be there.

Bobby can play the guitar and the piano, but he's so, so shy about it. He doesn't know where to look or what to do with his eyes while he's playing it, and he really, really doesn't know what to say if you compliment him on it.

Green thumb. Every plant is safe with Robert Floyd; growing up on a farm, it's hard not to get good at growing things. From dandelions to lettuce, he can garden just about anything.

Also happens to talk to the flowers as if they can hear him. "Hi buddies, are you getting enough sunshine?" "Hold on, hold on, I'll water you in a second." "Do you need me to rotate you?"

Eats all one type of food before moving on to the next thing on his plate. It's more of a focus thing than anything; Bob just doesn't...think to switch from the mashed potatoes to the green beans until the potatoes are completely gone.

Speaking of food, Bob unintentionally gives his S/O food-themed pet names. Honey, peaches, sugar, pumpkin, sweetie. He hardly notices he's doing it; it's just one of those things that happened.

Bob could very well have his vision corrected with a simple surgery, but he chooses not to have it because he's so used to having glasses. He's been wearing glasses since he was five; they're a part of his identity at this point.

He's one of the unlucky ones who turn bright red when he drinks alcohol. Didn't realize it until someone pointed it out, and now he absolutely will not drink in public because he's afraid of turning as red as a stop light.

Drinks his coffee black. Primarily because he can never get the ratio of additives to his liking; too much creamer, but then it's too much sugar, and oh, well, would you look at that, he accidentally grabbed the salt instead of the sugar.

Animal lover to the core. Please take him to the zoo or the aquarium, he's been dying to go, but nobody will go with him :( His favorites have always been the red pandas and the jellyfish. For no reason other than he finds them cute.

Bob's got thighs for days. God, is it a sight to watch him struggle to get into his jeans. He's always gotta jump to get them past those perfectly pale thighs.

Does this thing where he gets lost in your eyes when you speak. He's listening, but good lord, he is absolutely drowning in the way your eyes twinkle as you talk to him. Chin in hand, humming along to whatever you have to say.

[glazedsnail]

Fanfic Ends

Finallyyyyyy (I started an epilogue ya'll I can't let them go)

For now, at least, at LAST, the last part of my ShanexOC Stardew Valley Fanfic

Misery Loved Company

ShanexOCFarmer (♀️) 18+ -

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10

Look at my farmer and her husband at his favourite festival what a goober omg who likes eggs that much - she says holding her oversize novelty boiled egg dressed in her gudetama pyjama

I'll show you my oversized novelty boiled egg once.

I was listening to this the whole time.

Especially: love letters - teatime at the cottage - lonely waltz x passacaglia - the fairy - picnic in the meadows - spring - a white dress - butterflies and dandelions

With spring mostly on repeat I must admit.

Anyway that's not why you clicked the cut:

‘Shane, what’s taking you so long? We’re going to be late!’

Barely awake, last sip of coffee lingering on his tongue, Shane forces himself into his clothes. He could certainly benefit from buying a new suit, but this one still fits. Why bother. He wins the fight against his trousers and turns to the mirror. His only white shirt has a stain of sauce. A short lament. He will have to wear the tie after all and pray it will hide the stain at least a little. Now to remember the damn knot.

‘Shane!’

‘In a minute!’

Shane promised his aunt he would make an appearance today after she stated, nicely, how fed up she was by “everyone” asking how her nephew was doing. He had a hard time imagining a single person caring, so “everyone” felt like a bit of a stretch. Nevertheless, there he was, already regretting his promise, while Marnie, who was done with clearing and cleaning the breakfast table, was slowly losing patience. He had managed to find excuses to avoid participating in big town events, sometimes at the last minute. This time she was not going to let him win.

Finally, the tie is on, crooked, and hides the sauce stain. With a smile, he figures it might have happened at his birthday dinner just a few days ago. Jas and Marnie had laid out his favourite food, and even put a bow on Charlie who had the best seat at the table. Shane’s grin deepens. He was grateful, even if showing it poorly. 

‘Uncle Shane!’

‘You tell him, Jas.’

A laugh. Things are not so bad.

He tries to fix his hair. Quickly gives up. A long exhale as he puts on his jacket, ready to go.

‘There he is!’ Sings Marnie. ‘You could have done something about your stubble.’

‘Marnie.’

‘It’s fine, it’s fine. You look great. Let’s go!’

To Jas’ delight, they are about to finally cross the doorway.

‘Oh just a minute.’

The little girl grumbles at her uncle who’s already making them late. At this rate all the honey and hot cross buns will be gone. Shane makes sure to acknowledge her frustration by ruffling her hair, and walks to the kitchen window. The valley is slowly heading towards summer. The tepid timid sun shining in the sky right now will start warming and burning in just a couple of hours. The trees are plump and full with leaves and lives. Butterflies are twirling in the mating ballet of their short existence. One of Marnie’s cow is happily chewing cud under the window, ringing her bell at whoever wants to hear it.  Shane sighs, content. It’s a beautiful day. He reaches for the single plant pot sitting on the window ledge, turns it around, inspect the leaves, the branches, sprays some misty water around.

When Shane found the hot pepper plant in Fern’s farm he couldn’t bear to leave it amongst everything else, and was pleasantly surprised to discover he actually had a green thumb, and that it was enough to revive the browning leaves. And then he saw she had slapped a stupid handmade label reading “Shane” crudely stuck onto the terracotta. He knew he had to take care of it, cursing that damn corny ass farmer with every fibre of his body.

Perhaps because he was taking too long, or because she felt he needed it, Jas grabs her godfather’s hand. Her smiling eyes looking up to him, not uttering a word. He smiles, and squeezes her little hand back.

‘Thank you’ he whispers. ‘Let’s go now.’

The clearing had been prepared like every year. Colourful bunting stretched around the field and the tables. Cut flowers decorating every corner of meadows where wildflowers are not already growing. The air is sickly sweet with the scent of bloom and anticipation, mixed with the recently cut grass to prepare for the upcoming stomping. Jas leaves Marnie’s hand the moment she sees Vincent and Penny, who nods politely at them.

‘How are you doing?’ Marnie asks her nephew now alone.

‘I’ll be fine.’ He says, uncomfortable in his ill-fitting suit. ‘I think Gus brought his hot chilli sauce.’

She laughs tenderly before grabbing him, and starts dusting his shoulders, puts some order in his hair, straightens his tie.

‘Shane, this shirt has a stain.’

‘Before you moved the tie, it was perfectly hidden.’ He moves the tie back. ‘Why all the fuss anyway. I’m just gonna hang by the buffet.’

‘What if someone asks you to dance? Be a bit more presentable.’

‘I said I’d come, aunt Marnie, not that I’d dance.’

She sighs in desperation.

‘I want you to enjoy yourself.’

‘I’ll be fine, go and mingle.’ He replies, gently stopping his aunt from trying anything with his messy hair.

Marnie smiles, swiftly caressing his cheek, with pride, and concern. He watches her sauntering over to the mayor, and exhales. He can finally stop smiling. Around him, the other townspeople are loudly talking, laughing, excited, impatient. Some glance at him, others are even gratifying him with a sympathetic smile. With a groan, he makes his way to a tree casting its shadow on the array of food available and leans against it. Colourful bugs are dancing around the uncovered plates, the flowers, then fly high up to the sun.

‘You got a lighter?’

Shane jumps. Transfixed as he was by the insects he didn’t see Pam approaching him to his shadowing corner.

‘Sorry Pam, no, tryin' to stop.’

‘Good for you!’ She says, putting her cigarette behind her ear. ‘So, out of your hole at last?’

‘We spoke yesterday at Jojamart, what are you on about?’

She scoffs.

‘I meant in the social department. Ain’t seen you ‘round lately. Saloon sure feels empty.’ She chuckles and adds. ‘Not that I was seeing much of you since that farmer got your eye.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Shame she didn’t stick around. Do we know why she didn’t come back?’ Shane lifts his head to the trunk, and hopes a bit too late it’s not covered in sap. Since Fern had left it was like she’d never existed. They would always make sure to never mention her when he was around. He didn’t care if they did. All of them being so careful not to talk about her enraged him more than if they did.

Today for some reasons, his head was not in the mood.

‘Family stuff. I think.’

‘You think?’

Fern had written with no return address to the mayor. Nothing in the letter mentioned Shane. But she was sorry. 

‘Pam.’

‘I get ya, I get ya! Don’t worry. Just sayin’ it’s nice to see you here is all.’

‘Marnie made me. Said I couldn’t miss the Flower Dance. Something ‘bout tradition and shit.’

The older blond shrugs.

‘Well, even the doc’s not here so, tradition or not, I don’t think anyone would’ve said anything anyway.’

Shane laughs bitterly. Of course no one would have noticed or cared. 

‘Anyway, nice talking to ya!’ She bolts as she sees Gus in the distance, ready to ask the saloon’s owner for a lighter, and leaves Shane to his trunk

Been a while since he actually craved a cigarette.

He looks around him. It’s true that Harvey isn’t there. Everybody else is. Shane is heavily debating crawling back in his bed. He made his appearance, it should please Marnie.

‘Everyone, gather ‘round! We’ll soon start the dance.’

Lewis shouts, trying to get everyone’s attention. Shane lets out a scornful sigh. The appeal of his bed just increased tenfold. He watches, from his tree, as his peers grab their partners’ hand, and quickly looks down, dejected. He doesn’t have proper dress shoes on, and his sneakers need a serious wash. He most likely walked in the mud on his way here. At least he hopes it’s mud.

The music gently starts. A ghastly recording of an ill fitted 3 / 4 waltz they probably played when Mayor Lewis was in his baby britches. Shane lifts his head back up, thinking of grabbing something to eat while they dance.

To his surprise, no one is dancing. He scans the thin crowd. Most of the heads are turned to the passageway to the forest. Marnie bolts towards it with what looks like a smile on her face from afar, quickly followed by Jas’ little legs. Soon, a small group forms around them. Shane leaves the shadow of his tree, tempted to join them all, slightly tip-toeing, lifting himself up to see above their heads.

They part the way. Shane’s heart skips a beat. 

There, in the springtime light, softly caressed by the slow wind, wearing a white light cotton dress, Fern walks alongside Harvey. She’s smiling, holding Jas’ hand, talking to Marnie. To add to his disbelief, they hug, a timid but warm embrace. 

With a dry mouth, Shane curses his legs. He really thought he was walking towards her but they’re unresponsive. Fern finally sees him and her smile disappears. Both refuse to blink, too scared the other would simply vanish. She slowly walks to him, her dress gently flowing against her bare ankles. She should have known he would be away from everybody else. Shane fights the urge to rub his eyes. Finally, his legs let him move to her. To the farmer he saw covered in mud, barely knowing how to hold a chick, cutting herself with a pair of shears and blaming the sheep, spewing nonsense after nonsense for days just to befriend him, and was as pretty now as she was then. Her hazel eyes look brighter. Her hair, longer, is up in a ponytail, softly swinging in her steps. He saw her everything, in the bareness of their carnal exchange, and yet, the light cloth kissing her curves is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. With his trembling hand, he grabs a pink gerbera sitting on the table, and finally reaches her. They both clear their throat.

‘Shane.’ she starts.

He looks straight at her, flower in hand. Without a word, he lifts his arm to her hair and tucks the pink flower behind her ear. She smiles, her golden eyes slowly getting wet.

The music had stopped, and no one in the whole valley is breathing.

‘Fern’ he replies.

They don’t even realise everyone is looking at them. Shane painfully swallows, and takes Fern’s hand in his.

‘Do..Do you, maybe, want to dance?’ he asks with all his strength. She nods, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. On the other side of the meadow, Marnie tugs at Harvey’s coat, holding a please squeal.

‘Lewis’ she says to the mayor ‘put the music back on.’

He recognises her non negotiable tone and the music starts again. They all slowly join Shane and Fern, keeping their distance, and start the dance. Shane puts his shaking hand on her waist, lets her grab his shoulder, and starts slowly twirling. His blushing cheeks are met with his new smile as he realises he is holding Fern. Their dance starts slow, uncertain, like two newborn fawns. Certainly looking clumsy to the outside eye. She looks at his smiling green eyes, grateful to see them again.

‘You’re back’ Shane exhales.

‘I’m sorry’

‘No, no. Not now’ he whispers as they twirl.

‘You’re very handsome in that suit.’ Fern says, remembering how striking she already found him in his everyday attire.

He timidly scoffs, obviously not believing her one bit, barely able to hide his increasingly blushing face.

‘Your hair is longer.’ He remarks.

‘Yeah it’s… It’s been a while.’

‘It looks nice. N-not that I didn’t like your short hair. That it didn’t look nice. It looked nice then too. I like you. Your longer hair. Just now.’

A tear runs down Fern’s cheek that she quickly wipes. How she missed this endearing clumsiness.

‘I missed you.’ She whispers, as a new twirl pulls her closer to Shane.

‘I missed you too.’ He replies in one breath, her smile striking his fast beating heart.

‘I’m happy you’re here.’ She adds.

‘Marnie made me come.’

‘Wasn’t the prospect of all the dipping sauce good enough?’

He laughs, making her twirl again in his arms.

‘Why’d I go through the pain of wearing a suit and head out when I can eat alone at home in my pants?’

‘Still trying to charm me, I see.’

Shane bites his lip, hearing her laugh, seeing her smile, all while in his arms. He had almost convinced himself he’d never see her face again, never feel her body in his hands. She was certain she would have to forget Shane, forget his smile, his voice. But there he was, slowly making her dance and laugh, his soft kind eyes falling into hers.

‘Did Harvey bring you here?’

‘Fetched me at the station. We’ve been planning for weeks, surprisingly not a lot of train stops at Pelican Town.’

‘We?’

‘Well, Harvey, me, and your aunt.’

Shane’s steps nearly stop, stunned. He blinks repeatedly.

‘Marnie?’

She knew Fern would be here, today, after months of absence and still let him come with a sauce stained shirt.

Fern nods, and twirls.

‘She came to the city. Multiple times.’

‘I had no idea.’

‘That was her plan.’

Shane quickly tries to find Marnie. Standing in the corner of the meadow, she looks at them with a warm smile. 

‘We had…Long talks.’ Fern continues.

He nods in understanding, swirling with her.

‘Are you leaving after today?’ He asks, tightening his grip over her hand and waist, afraid that she would disappear should she answer yes.

‘No. The farm is mine.’

Shane grabs Fern back after fumbling a step, helping her back on her feet.

‘You’re staying? For good? With me? I mean, with us? I mean, in Pelican Town?’

She giggles, closing in on the already decreasing gap between them. 

‘Marnie said you’ve been taking good care of my chickens. Especially Cranky.’

‘I have. Cranky will not want to leave me ever, now.’

‘She’s not the only one.’

The music stops, much too soon. They refuse to leave each other’s arms. Their chest move up and down in unison, out of breath, heart against the other.

‘Shane I’m sorry I didn’t come back.’ Fern starts in one exhale.

‘Fern.’

‘I should have at least wrote or’

‘Fern, you’re back’ he cuts ‘You’re here now.’ He caresses her cheek. ‘And for some insane reasons you’re dancing with me.’ 

‘I’m sorry I hurt you, Shane. I was scared to come back.’ She adds in a shaking tone, cradling herself in his open hand. 

She looks down, but Shane swiftly lifts her chin back up with a smile. Fern takes it all in. His gorgeous smile creasing the corner of his soft eyes. She passes her hand in his hair and takes a deep breath. 

‘I love you.’

She sees the weight of her words fall in Shane’s eyes, the shock making his smile slowly disappear. As tears start falling, Shane pulls Fern to him in a kiss. Applauses erupt from the surrounding, suddenly remembering they’re in the middle of a town gathering, startled by the townspeople who have all been holding their breath for so long, for that one kiss.

Hesitant to let the other go, they blush, looking like two stranded poppies in the middle of the clearing. 

‘I’m sorry.’ Fern whispers ‘I know how you are with public display.’ she laughs, starting to release his hand.

He pulls her back in another kiss. A soft, slow caress on her lips, feeling like they kiss for the very first time in an intentional passionate embrace while the world disappears around them. Then Fern’s feet touch the ground again, her forehead pressed on Shane’s holding his shallow breathing to whisper back.

‘I love you.’ 

[shininglikeyoursmile]

Secret meet up 💟💟💟

Part 3 All of the time

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Summary: Lloyd sees you for the first time , and damn if he's persistent to not make the only meet up he wishes to make .

Part 1 when I see you smile

Part 2 wishing the dandelions

Word count: around 550

A/n : This is a little series I am starting ,it is a little snippet from the chapter . LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOVELY. ❤ No beta read . All mistakes are my own!

Warning : None for this chapter, soft! Lloyd 🥺🥺🥺Soft Lloyd?! Yup.

Tags : @cutedisneygrl ❤️

Moodboard by me💋.

Don't steal, copy, repost without my permission. And no permission for this .

Reblogs, comments, feedback are much appreciated ❤❤❤.

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It's a week and two days after the incident at the Cafe , you are strolling in the streets with your thoughts and music . The headset blocks off the outer world or rather lets you see it through your eyes when you don't need to think much . You suddenly collide with somebody and stumble backwards.

Taking off your headset you apologise and look up at the stranger ,"sorry I wasn't paying attention " you meekly reply . The man gives a soft smile and shrugs ,"No worries cupcake " comes his soft voice and you find yourself melting. You nod and smile back a little ."But you gotta do something for me and it will compensate for the damage" he grins and gestures at the ground.

There are flowers scattered on the ground, he had bought a bouquet for someone and now it's ruined. "It's for someone special, would it be okay if you help me to pick the flowers for the bouquet?" he asks with a curious look. "I guess I can do that, " you reply with a smile .

He runs his fingers through his hair although his fashion taste in facial hair is a little different but it suits him , only few people can pull it off and this man does it well, so well. He gestures for you to move before him and the little gesture makes blood rush to your cheeks .

The bouquet store seems fashionably expensive, but hey you are not here to buy , you are here to help the man . An old woman comes up behind the counter and asks what she could do for you. You glance at your company, and he offers his hand which you take a little nervously. He guides you to the place where the flowers are .

His touch is soft, his hand fits in yours and he's handsome you can't deny that. "So which one, petite lune?" He says and the term of endearment is like honey on your tongue which makes butterflies dance in your tummy, even though you don't know its meaning. You point to different flowers , two or three from each group of them . Jasmine, roses , lilies , and many more , some of them and you have never seen them , they smell really good too. The old lady soon makes a bouquet of your choice and it's beautiful. You take it from her and inhale softly, the scent is refreshing and it makes you feel like you are standing in a garden.

"It's beautiful! " you exclaim to no one in particular. "You like it ?" he asks with a sparkly gaze . "I love it! " you say cheerily. "Just let me pay for them and I'll be right back ! "he smiles and goes to the door which leads to the Counter . You nod and look around the shop .

Lloyd, he told you his name when he took your hand earlier to bring you here , is nice , quite a gentleman , you think. After a good five minutes you go to the payment counter and find nobody. Where did he go? you think.

"Excuse me ! Where is he ?" You ask the old lady and she smiles a little "oh ! he left but he asked me to give it to you " the woman says and hands you a pink card . You take it from her and read :

'Hey Pumpkin! I understand the earlier flowers were not a good choice but I hope you like these ones"- L

The other side reads your name and then it all dawns on you . Oh!

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[atmymercy]

Hello tea! I wanna choose moonology deck. I want to ask how can i overcome negative thoughts/beliefs/assumptions in my mind? It didn't came from me btw it can from other people who can't see positivity but yeah now I'm struggling a bit 🥲 The person i look up to is peeta mallark from hunger games. I love him alot. He was kind, caring and a helpful person despite having a toxic mother and uncaring family, he remained his true self even after the hardship he went through. He is a ray of hope to me and i will look upto him for a long time 🥹

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hello phantom! how are you doing? though i'm sorry to hear about the negativity! please remember that misery loves company so if you share in the negativity of others, it has a tendency of being 'sticky' if you know what i mean so be careful with who you associate with! you deserve good vibes, honey!

omg! yes! i love peeta! omg! I feel like you're stealing my answer! lolol i'm joking! but seriously yes! i love peeta so much too! peeta is so different, kind and caring when the world has taught him nothing but the opposite! he is a dandelion among the grass of the world! ugh! i could wax poetry about peeta and i'm so glad that he brings you hope, grit and persistence when others want you to feel like everybody else! you deserve to be different just like peeta and loved for it! may you continue to be a ray of hope and sunshine too, honey just like peeta! woot!

for you, i got the full moon in leo, full moon eclipse & new moon in capricorn.

oh, interesting! I've never thought of it like that! thank you, spirit guides! okay! now for the interesting part. your spirit guides are saying the way you get over the negativity of others in your mind is you need to quit giving your pride so much power over you. it's only because of your pride that you even care about what they think of you. if you didn't care of what they thought, you would never give their thoughts/beliefs/assumptions another thought or even whiff of energy! but because you care of what others think, your pride is wounded and getting in your way. you need to shut this prideful door and your spirit guides are saying you do that by acknowledging that you cannot control others or what they think. you shouldn't want to control them because you wouldn't want them to have that control over you, as well, right? by caring to what they think, you are giving them the reigns to your life. so it's time to forgive them and forgive yourself for letting their conclusions matter. only your conclusions are what matters! this whole process will take work and persistence of spirit to get better attuned to your own wants and needs over others. it's delicate but this healing is beckoning you, honey! woot! go for it!

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[boissonsaumiel]

I visited the Enlightenment Wines meadery last night. I had a great experience.

I sampled:

Night Eyes: Sparkling; apples, carbonic macerated cherries, foraged sumac, and rosehips. 12% ABV

Raise the Roof: Spontaneusly fermented lactic sour mead made from linden honey. 12% ABV

Memento Mori: Still; foraged dandelion flower mead with orange peel. Bright, semi-sweet floral & bitter. On draft. 18% ABV

Dagger: Still; dry bitter botanical mead with fir and black cherries

I got to talking shop with the bartender, telling him a bit about my mead projects. He ended up serving me a bonus bochet (made with caramelized honey; the caramelization process converts some of the fermentable sugars into unfermentable sugars, resulting in a sweeter tasting end product) that was not on the menu. I cannot remember the name of it, but it had a lovely smoky-sweet flavor.

I think the best one I tried was the Raise the Roof. It was my first time tasting a lactic sour mead. This is a fermentation process in which oxygen is introduced, allowing for simultaneous alcoholic fermentation and vinegarization. The sourness was perfectly balanced. This mead uses the same honey I bought for my most recent project (No.051524).

The still meads were served chilled. This mutes the flavors a bit. I'm not sure if this was a stylistic choice or an attempt to disguise off flavors in a flawed ferment. The bochet, in particular, I would have preferred to drink at room temperature.

The Memento Mori and the Dagger were intensely botanical, to the point of being medicinal. This is not a criticism. I like that sort of thing. The dandelion flavor in the Memento Mori was quite intense, and blended well with the orange peel. The Dagger had a very strong fir (pine tree) flavor. It overpowered the other flavors. I asked how the fir was introduced. He told me they buy an organic Christmas Tree in the winter and drop branches into the brew during conditioning phase (this is the stage right after primary fermentation ends, when the mead is allowed to clear and de-gas).

The meads that contained fruit were hazy. They didn't taste yeasty at all, so it was probably a pectin haze. The meadery purports to do "all natural" ferments, so I assume that means they don't add in any additives like pectinase, (an enzyme that breaks down fruit pectin, resulting in a clearer end-product).

They claim to ferment with wild yeast, but I suspect they must add some lab-cultured yeast to at least some of their ferments. The Memento Mori is 18% ABV, which isn't usually achievable using only wild yeast.

[nkirukaj]

I Want You, Simon- Chapter 5

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: implied sexual feelings?

Genre: Angst and Fluff?

Word Count: 1.9K

Link to Chapter 4

Simon hadn’t been shopping for clothes in a while, the clothing kingdom had always felt so complicated and so disorganized. It also focused more on the cool futuristic clothes that the humans from Founder’s Island liked to wear and not the more practical and sensible suits that our dear Simon was so fond of.

He was buying some new things for the performance at the tavern tonight, he had this feeling that it was absolutely necessary for him to look his best. So none of his old suits would do. He would need a new bowtie as well. He was stuck between at this moment. Crimson or Scarlet? Hmm. Which one would make the best impression? Between the two outrageous colors, he found the perfect tie. Red.

When he reached the booth to purchase the items, he saw bottles upon bottles of cologne. He bent down and scanned the scents. Pumpkin Spice Tamale, Butterscotch Pancakes, Cinnamon Four-Leaf Clover, Grape Honey Dandelion.

“What are these?” Simon asked himself, he was unsure which scent would the most pleasing, so he grabbed the one with the most appealing words and word combination.

“Is that all sir?”

He nods simply

“Okay so one, suit, one bowtie, and one Grape Honey Dandelion cologne. I can take your glasses or something of equal value.”

“Well, I use my glasses everyday.”

“Do you use all of your fingers?”

“I-uh, what?”

“Do you use…all of your fingers?”

“Um…yes?”

The woman begins to look impatient “Hmm…I’ll take that.” She points towards his neck

Simon touched his throat “My bowtie? But… this is my special bowtie.”

“Then it’s perfect!” She reaches out her hand

Simon slowly unclapses his tie and hands it to the woman behind the counter, who snatches it up with eagerness and sniffs it.

“Amazing! Have a nice day!”

Simon walks off apprehensively while doing occasional double takes to see the woman still staring and waving at him, unmoving.

“Yikes,” he spoke to himself before rushing out of her sight.

Walking through the woods towards the flying boat, carrying his newly purchased items. He glanced around at his scenery and glanced down at some lovely white daisies. It would be the gentlemanly thing to give a lady flowers after a wonderful performance. 

Simon bends down to grab the group of daisies, and after a good yank, pulled them from the ground.

“Ow!” a feminine voice yelped “What gives?!” A flower nymph sits up rubbing her head

Simon puts his hands over his mouth in genuine shock “I am so sorry,”

“What’s wrong with you?!” She continues to rub her fresh bald spot

“Wh-what, me? Why are you laying on the ground?”

“This is where I live jerk!” She picks up and throws a rock a Simon’s leg and returns to underground

“Ow ow ow!” Simon hops around on one foot trying not to drop the things he’s gathered. When the pain subsides a bit, he continues on his trek through the woods.

“Will I ever get used to this?”

Samira had performed many times in her life, but she was unsure if this one would be the most important. After taking a shower she sat in her towel and stared at herself in the mirror. She inspected her legs closely and lingered on the cellulite on her thighs. Her hands continued up her body and landed on her stomach. A bit bigger than most of the tops that she’d accumulated over the years. Further up her hands went, and she cupped her breasts. Breath control was a bit harder than it seemed with Marcy. Up and up and up, until she reached her hair, she pulled off the towel on her head and her hair fell down onto her shoulder and back. She sat and stared longer. These were performance days. She stood and left the room. Entering the other room in her house, she sat down at the grand piano and began playing lower notes randomly. 

“Ahhh” She sang the corresponding notes from her piano, in ascending order. She continued for an undetermined amount of time, her phone ringing and interrupting her. It’s Marceline, “Hello,” Samira answers. 

“Are you almost ready?” Marceline sounded excited.

“Uh..yeah,” Samira lied.

“Samira.”

“Yes.”

“Are you sitting in your towel?”

“No….” 

“If you don’t get here on time, you’re gonna miss the surprise that I have for you” Marceline whined. Samira looked at her phone confused.

“Surprise?” She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t like surprises.”

“Well, you’ll like this one,” Marceline groaned then hung up. 

Samira rolled her eyes, turning back to the piano. Continuing to press random keys and sing random notes. Her phone goes off, it’s a text from Simon saying: Still going to that previous engagement nerd, or did plans change?  She rolls her eyes, amused; responding: Nope. Nothing’s changed, have fun. She puts her phone down and is smug, Tonight should be fun.

The candy tavern was packed, and Simon could barely find a seat. He sees an empty seat at a table where there’s a couple talking, making his way closer he notices that it was the flower nymph from earlier, wearing a blonde wig. She was talking to Mr. Cupcake when someone bumped into her, knocking the wig off, she and Mr. Cupcake looked horrified. Simon hurriedly turns around, going to the other side of the bar. He sits at a random empty seat.

“Hey Dr. Petrikov, want the usual?” Dirt beer guy smiles at him.

“Uh..yeah,” Simon is looking around, hoping maybe Sami would show up or something.

“New tie?” Dirt beer guy put the drink in front of him.

“Actually it’s a new suit,” Simon smiled flattered.

Dirt beer guy looks him up and down, “Eh, I don’t like it, I don’t think it’s very you.” 

Simon frowns looking down at the suit. He swore this would be the best possible option.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well I-“

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, so loud that no other sound could be heard in the bar.

“Ladies, gentlemen and Candies, I welcome our weekly wonder…Marceline the Vampire Queen…and Samira,”

The crowd went banyanals at the sound of her name, candy people standing on chairs, nymphs fusing with the walls, humans climbing on the bar and the stools, crowding and pushing Simon with their knees and arms, making it seem like he was the strange one for actually sitting. It got uncomfy to the point where he needed to stand, but standing was no better, as he was immediately shoved into Mr. Cupcake’s frosting. 

“Oh!” He says, removing the glasses from his face and wiping the frosting off with his pocket square.

The nymph he saw earlier was nearby but was paying no attention to him nor Mr. Cupcake at this point, her eyes were focused on stage, as she absentmindedly held her blond wig in place.

“SAMIRA I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She shouted so loud that Simon had to cover his ears, this was too loud for his old man body “I WOULD DIE FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!” 

At that moment he wondered if he actually truly belonged here, with all these young people pledging their devotion to someone that they barely know. They were here wearing crop tops and shorts with flasks and touch screen cellphones, while he was there in a brand new suit, sweat trickling down his body, holding a bouquet of flowers for a woman he’s only met once. Once again he felt out of place.

But then something happened.

Marceline took the stage with her guitar with mystery in her eyes, and Samira followed soon after eyes wide and full of fire. She ever so lightly pressed her finger to her lips to quiet the crowd, and they were silent in an instant. She took a breath and opened her mouth. Simon’s eyes followed the parting of her lips, as the music begins.

We travel Single-O

Maybe we're lucky, but I don't know

With them just let one kid fall down

And seven mothers faint

I guess we're both happy

But maybe we ain't

He had heard her sing before, but this… this was incredible. It was like he was entranced. At that moment none of what he was worried about mattered. Maybe he wasn’t a cool teen or young adult with a flask, or cool powers or wearing a crop top and jeans. Maybe he was sweating from the top of his head to the soles of his shoes. That wasn’t important. He may not have looked it, but under her voice, he belonged. Everyone did.

People

People who need people

Are the luckiest people in the world

We're children

Needing other children

And yet letting our grown-up pride

Hide all the need inside

Acting more like children than children

Lovers are very special people

They're the luckiest people in the world

With one person

One very special person

A feeling deep in your soul

Says you were half, now you're whole

No more hunger and thirst

But first, be a person who needs people

This was it. This was what he was missing, All these years he’d felt alone, even when he was around other people. All these years he felt incomplete, like he needed someone or something to guide him, to give him purpose, to tell him what to do. Very rarely did he feel as at peace, as he did in this moment. Most times he had though were recently. Mostly at the library. The feeling he was experiencing now was familiar, but had no name. Or perhaps it did, and it just wouldn’t come to him in this moment.

People who need people

Are the luckiest people in the world

Those words meant something, they touched his heart in an intimate way, he had heard them before, it’s as if the moment and the name of this feeling were on the tip of his lips and the buds of his tongue. He felt drawn to the stage, going back Mr. Cupcake, Starchy, and even bumping into that sam nymph from earlier. (She fell over and her wig came off again and got lost in the crowd). But Simon didn’t notice any of that. It’s like he was meant to be here. Near her, with her. Kneeling at her feet.  

As her voice carried, his heart was filled with a wholesome sense of warmth and company, like he could sit down with her like a friend, as though he curl up with her and a nice book and have a good time. He stared up at her, and she stared down at him. He blushes as he takes in her beautiful face compounded with her beautiful voice. Her eyes told a story, a story he knew, one he had been told. 

A feeling deep in your soul

Says you were half, now you're whole

No more hunger and thirst

But first, be a person who needs people

At that moment, Simon was reminded, finally of the name of that feeling that was so peaceful, complete, and so familiar. It gradually rose from his chest, up his throat, through his mouth onto his tongue, and out of his lips. She looked directly into his eyes before releasing her final breath. He knew the feeling’s name. It was

People who need people

Are the luckiest people in the world

“Sami?”

Link to Chapter 6

[balkanradfem]

Hello, I have followed your blog for a while, almost 2 years now. I am eastern-european, and I really enjoy your posts, I love your posts. I recently bought some Spring honey from a grandma, it has the most delicious dandelion and linden tree flower taste, (do you have these trees in your country?). When I was buying the honey, I just thought of you, because I followed your recipe for homemade dandelion-honey-syrup last spring!

Oh wow, how did the syrup turn out? I'm still struggling to make one that doesn't crystalize!

This ask is so sweet, I love hearing about your delicious dandelion and linden flower honey. Not only we have lindens, they used to be sacred trees in our pagan religion! In our story of creation, linden was the tree that women were made of, and it was planted everywhere as an act of worshiping our origins. So we still have lots of big, ancient linden trees, even in the cities. They're flowering right now and the smell is amazing, it's like you get washed with sweetness and flowers every time you walk by. I adore linden trees, and I'm starting to collect flowers to dry; it makes an amazing summer tea!

Thank you for the super sweet message, I love it. Thank you for being such a kind person.

[piizunn]

mihkokwaniy

by joshua whitehead

mihkokwaniy

my kokum has many names:

the indian woman

the whitehead lady

a saskatoon female

but my favourite is:

the beauty queen;

they never meant to call her beautiful

what they meant by beauty was:

cheapdirtybrownprostitutedrugaddictalcoholicfirewaterslut

when they write: “an indian about 35 years old

naked from the waist down

died from asphyxiation

at the queen’s hotel

effects of alcohol

&sedatives”

they don’t mean beauty as in:

mino iskwēw

or: “pleasing the sense or mind aesthetically;

of a very high standard; excellent”

what they mean is

she is beautiful for a squaw in ‘62

she pleases the body

of white men who burn in the loins

for the teal-shade of a browning bruise;

when i type into google

“how to say beautiful in cree”

i get: shaoulle

& when i type that into google i get:

“brutal murder-sex assault case”

seeRE:rinelleharpercindygladuetinafontaine

that’s my grandmother:

she is a mino iskwēw

the beauty queen

a woman with a name:

rose whitehead

&shediedbecauseofit

i read somewhere that saskatchewan

is an economic machine

for producing rape—

seed&honey

& in tisdale you can buy a mug that says:

the land of rape and honey

that’s where my kokum is buried

& her grave is a modest little place

where rabbits visit & sometimes chew

where little dandelions bloom

grant wishes to the wind

to her children who are scattered

across the plains of kanata

looking for a quick fix

& for anger to heal

or at least amend

like it does for a judge

who gifts a man six years

for the death of three women;

i think of my nôhtâwiy

her son who lost his name to a polish man

& felt the sting of day schools

even if priests beat & made honey

with their fists smooshed

into the sweet rot of little brown boys

who liked hockey & lived in suburbs

with whites who made them wait

in the freezing cold

& broke their noses on the ice—

but you’re still not ready to apologize

for that just white yet

my kokum has made many headlines:

“woman found strangled”

being the most consistent

a fifty word article that calls for sympathy

not for the “strangulation death

of the whitehead woman”

but for the man:

steven kozaruk of esterhazy

who “was suffering from the effects

of alcohol and sleeping pills”

even with a “seven-man jury”

& “thirteen witnesses,” lives—

his whiteness is his weakness

(even if its biceps can crack a brown neck like a wishbone)

and that weakness is his innocence;

the life of my kokum is worth:

six years & fifty words;

all these things overlap

interweave, interlay, interplay, interact

penes

|inter|intra|

|probo|capio|vita|

terra|corona|letum|nullius

tansimaslow

my kokum is famous

a real holly golightly

i bet she even eats

fried bologna sandwiches

at tiffanys

aint that right gran?

when i visit your grave

in saskatoon

i see the face of kozaruk

on the prairie scene

fatteninginsuburbia

& here you are

with a rag-tag little monument

made of sticks & leaves

stems from jackrabbits

that seem to visit often

a little blue ribbon

god knows from who

& a sad little brown boy

with a million questions like:

how are you doing?

do you hate klik too?

what would life have been like

if you had lived beyond thirtyfive?

would i be alive?

would the cancers in my dad

not have crept & lived

spelled doom on his skin?

would i be able to speak cree

without having to google translate

this for you?

would you make me cookies

& teach me how to sew back on the limbs

to my plush rabbit floppy ears?

would you call me “m’boy?”

& take me to sundances

powwows, bingo nights too?

would you make sure i feed the rez dogs

when they all come around?

would you make me a jingle dress

cause i want to be a pretty dancer like you—

would you teach me what it means to be two-spirit

tell me i can be a beautiful brown boy in love?

make me say niizh manitoag—feel the power on the tongue?

would you teach me to knead bannock

make life from lard—

a real ratio for reckoning?

hi kokum?

can i call you on the phone?

i promise not to call collect

i just want to hear your voice

tell you i learned what it means

to say i love you

& feel the whole of cree

coalescing in my breath:

kisâkihitin; my god, kisâkihitin

hey gran?

can i ask you something quick?

are you okay up there in godknowswhere?

do you see what we’ve all done?

my dad says these things all happen for a reason

that i wouldn’t be here if they didn’t

hey gran?

i’m sorry—

you know that right?

did you have to die for me to be alive?

heygranheygranheygranheygran

i’ll let you be

& stop being sick’ning

i bet you’re busy

cooking macaroniandtomatosoup

for twelve hundred missing & murdered women,

girls & two-spirit folk

it’s just, am i supposed to hate him, gran?

tell him that with one death

he ruined the lives of an entire family?

i want to tell him that the life of a person

is an archive of memory

& when you he strangled the life out of you

in a queens hotel shoddy little bed

the last gasping breath you exhaled

held in it little particles

fragments of time:

a bay leaf boiling in tomato sauce;

a flake of tuna that a

cat named randy

licked&licked&licked;

the soft cry of a baby boy

plummeting into day;

the smell of sweet grass smudging

monsters from our bedrooms;

tell him: when you kill a memory

you snuff out metaphor

turn off the light in a home;

you destroy a world where children

are nursing still&still;

—& aint that the hardest truth?

to be honest

i’m no aeneas

no marvellous country house poem

no faeryland, no golden world

no chimeric homeric epic

i’m just a little brown boy

queered by his colour

writing for a kokum he’s never met;

but i promise you:

these spaces can transform

an injun into a warrior

who can claw, scrape, fight

who can write on a piece of paper

sign a name instead of an ‘X’

that says, “this is my kokum

& her name is Rose Whitehead;

and she is

beauty queen extraordinaire.”

I dedicate this poem to all missing and murdered Indigenous women, girls, and two-spirit peoples; for their families, friends, loved ones, and kin.  We are a collective trauma that demands to be examined, reconciled, resolved, and healed.

Today we survive; tomorrow we resist.

[youvegotfire]

Gryffindor: high-fiving someone so hard it hurts your hand (on purpose, and you just get even more pumped up + happy), catching things right before they hit the ground, home is not a place it's a person, buying dozens of notebooks but only writing a couple of things in each of them, balconies, assuming everyone speaks the truth, instant noodles, carefree jokes in the middle of fighting in action movies, hitchhiking, board games (with friends), adopting slang words/expressions from other people, road trips, drinking/eating straight from the container, forgetting to brush your teeth, explaining things with your hands or by showing, volunteering (sometimes just so that those who REALLY don't want to do it won't have to), constantly changing your ringtone

Ravenclaw: reading funny/interesting facts and forgetting them right away (except for the VERY fascinating ones), going to a foreign country without knowing the language; learning as you go/by experiencing it yourself and through failed attempts, multitasking (with questionable results), space, tearing paper as a stress reliever, preferring ballpoint + mechanical pens because the line they draw is even, procastination, blushing easily, either REALLY neat or REALLY messy handwriting, making sure everyone is drinking enough water (and not too much alcohol), never borrowing money but always lending it to others (with no rush to get it back), wind, green tea, talking really fast/loud when you get excited, laughing and smiling silently, only paying attention to the things that interest you

Slytherin: having a discussion with someone across the room by using just gestures and facial expressions/lip reading, ending up sharpening all the pencils instead of just the one you need, string instruments, both judgemental eye rolls and friendly and teasing eye rolls, never ignoring problems, taking one (or two) for the team, cutting your own hair/making your own jewellry and clothing; DIY, formal language with strangers and at work but swearing/using (internet) slang with friends and at home, never letting fate decide, keeping secrets (both others' and your own), forgiving relatively fast but NOT many times, avoiding telling white lies, mostly listening during conversations but impressing everyone with how intelligent and insightful you are when you do comment/speak

Hufflepuff: sunflowers and dandelions, (cookie) dough, colouring books, choosing the slightly smaller half of a halved pastry even though the other person said you could pick either one and the'd have the other one, bumblebees + honey bees, listening to loud music with headphones and constantly fearing others can hear it, humming and whistling, coffee and hot chocolate with lots of of whipped cream and spices, blanket forts, not feeling pressured to do anything productive, always thinking it's your fault (it's not), having days for yourself; peace and quiet and self-care, movie/TV/Netflix marathons, procastinating at first and then working for hours and hours straight just before the deadline, rain (heavy or light), chocolate and peppermint and fudge

[luxmiestates]

What Is Dandelion Tea Good For?

Dandelion tea, made from the roots, leaves, or flowers of the dandelion plant, is an age-old remedy celebrated for its numerous health benefits. Often enjoyed as a caffeine-free alternative to traditional teas, dandelion tea is packed with nutrients and therapeutic properties. Whether you’re looking to detox, de-stress, or improve digestion, this herbal infusion has much to offer.

In this article, we’ll explore the many benefits of dandelion tea, its uses, and why it deserves a spot in your daily routine.

What Is Dandelion Tea?

Dandelion tea is a herbal tea made from the dried or fresh parts of the dandelion plant (Taraxacum officinale). It has been a part of traditional medicine for centuries, known for its diuretic, anti-inflammatory, and detoxifying properties.

Dandelion tea is available in various forms:

Root Tea: Made from dried dandelion roots, offering a robust, earthy flavor.

Leaf Tea: Lighter in taste, with mild bitterness and a hint of green freshness.

Flower Tea: A rare variant with a delicate, floral aroma.

Herbal Tea Benefits of Dandelion Tea

As a natural remedy, dandelion tea offers numerous health benefits:

Detox Support: Often referred to as the Best Detox Tea, dandelion tea helps cleanse the liver and kidneys, flushing out toxins.

Digestive Health: Known as the Buy Digestive Tea, it stimulates bile production, aiding in the digestion of fats and improving overall gut health.

Stress Relief: Dandelion tea is one of the best teas for relaxation and stress reduction, thanks to its calming properties.

Rich in Nutrients: Packed with vitamins A, C, and K, as well as minerals like potassium, calcium, and magnesium, it boosts overall health.

Anti-inflammatory Properties: Its ability to reduce inflammation makes it helpful for conditions like arthritis and other chronic ailments.

Weight Management: Dandelion tea’s diuretic effect helps reduce water retention, making it a favorite for those on weight loss journeys.

Dandelion Tea for Detox

Detoxification is one of the primary reasons people turn to dandelion tea. Its natural diuretic properties promote the elimination of toxins through urine. Additionally, it supports liver function by boosting the production of bile, which aids in breaking down fats and clearing waste from the body.

If you’re searching for the Best Detox Tea, dandelion tea is a top contender due to its ability to cleanse and rejuvenate the body naturally.

Dandelion Tea for Digestion

For those dealing with digestive issues, dandelion tea is a natural and effective remedy. It works by stimulating the production of gastric juices, which aids in breaking down food and improving nutrient absorption. Its mild laxative effect also helps with constipation, promoting regular bowel movements.

As the Buy Digestive Tea option, it’s an excellent choice for anyone looking to maintain a healthy gut.

Dandelion Tea for Relaxation and Stress Relief

In today’s fast-paced world, finding a moment of calm is essential. Dandelion tea is a wonderful addition to your daily routine as one of the best teas for relaxation. Its soothing properties help reduce stress and anxiety, allowing you to unwind after a long day.

Enjoying a cup of dandelion tea in the evening can also promote better sleep, making it one of the top choices for teas for stress relief.

How to Prepare Dandelion Tea

Brewing dandelion tea is simple, whether you use fresh dandelion parts or pre-packaged tea bags.

Ingredients:

1-2 teaspoons of dried dandelion root, leaves, or flowers

1 cup of boiling water

Honey or lemon (optional)

Method:

Add the dried dandelion to a teapot or cup.

Pour boiling water over it and let it steep for 5-10 minutes.

Strain the tea into a cup and add honey or lemon for flavor if desired.

Enjoy your tea warm for maximum relaxation and health benefits.

Why Choose Dandelion Tea?

Dandelion tea stands out among herbal teas for its versatility and range of benefits. Here’s why it’s worth considering:

Calming Effects: Known as the Best Calming Tea, dandelion tea helps you relax and de-stress.

Digestive Support: As the Buy Digestive Tea option, it’s perfect for those looking to improve gut health.

Detox Properties: It’s widely regarded as the Best Detox Tea, making it ideal for those seeking a natural cleanse.

Herbal Tea Benefits Beyond Dandelion

Dandelion tea is just one of many herbal teas with incredible health benefits. Here’s how it compares to other popular options:

Chamomile Tea: Renowned for its calming effects and sleep support.

Peppermint Tea: Excellent for soothing digestive issues and refreshing the palate.

Ginger Tea: A go-to for nausea relief and immune support.

Turmeric Tea: Known for its potent anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties.

While each herbal tea has its unique benefits, dandelion tea offers a balance of detox, digestive support, and relaxation that makes it stand out.

Where to Find the Best Dandelion Tea

When shopping for dandelion tea, look for organic and sustainably sourced options to ensure you’re getting the highest quality product. Luxmi India offers a range of premium teas, including dandelion tea, crafted with care to provide the best flavor and health benefits.

Dandelion Tea and Its Role in Wellness

Incorporating dandelion tea into your daily routine is an easy and enjoyable way to boost your health. Whether you’re sipping it for detoxification, digestion, or relaxation, this herbal infusion delivers results.

Key Benefits Recap:

Acts as the Best Detox Tea for natural cleansing.

Serves as the Buy Digestive Tea for gut health.

Offers stress relief as one of the top teas for relaxation.

Promotes calmness and mental well-being, making it the Best Calming Tea.

Conclusion

Dandelion tea is a powerhouse of health benefits, from aiding digestion to detoxifying the body and promoting relaxation. With its rich nutrient profile and therapeutic properties, it’s a must-try for tea enthusiasts and wellness seekers alike.

For those looking to experience the best of herbal teas, Luxmi India’s dandelion tea is an exceptional choice. Elevate your tea rituals with this versatile brew and enjoy the many Herbal Tea Benefits it has to offer. Published On:- https://www.luxmiestates.in/blogs/inspiration/what-is-dandelion-tea-good-for

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Hannah Honeypaw's Forgetful Day

On a sunny clear day, Lily was feeding a bunny with a broken ear. After closing its hutch, Jess came over with a decorated box. It was their memory box. Inside the box was a feather from Mr. Cleverfeather, wool from The Woolshops, and a bookmark from Mrs. Taptree’s library. Jess and Lily wondered if they would see their friend, ‘Goldie’ again.’ Below them, they heard a purr. It was Goldie, she had come to take them to The Friendship Forest.

Crossing Brightley Stream and through the Friendship Tree, they arrived at The Friendship Forest. In the bushes, out came a small brown bear with a pink scarf. She was ‘Hannah Honeypaw’. After giving a bear hug, she told them that today is the annual Honey Harvest. After coming across Lola Velvetnose and The Curlyshells(Who were a bunch of snails) Hannah began to realize she forgot something important.

Goldie suggested that they should go to The Memory Tree for an answer. Goldie explained that The Memory Tree is one of the Heart Trees, along with The Laughter Tree, The Sweet Dreams Tree, and The Kindness Tree. They arrived at a tree with leaves that looked a lot like keys. Jess and Lily figured that the key trees unlock a memory. Pressing a leaf, they showed them a memory.

Jess and Lily saw the moment where they saw The Friendship Tree for the first time ever, Goldie saw a memory of her picnicking by Sparkly Falls and Hannah saw a memory of her eating her favorite honey.

Then to their horror, Grizelda appeared and behind her were four orbs. They were her witches in training, Thistle, Ivy, Dandelion, and Nettle. In dismay, they watched Grizelda put the Memory Heart into three pieces. Everyone started forgetting things, except Jess, Lily, and Goldie were from the human world and Hannah had a Memory Flower in her fur. Grizelda and Her students took off while fighting over a honey bun.

Hannah suggested that they should go to her Uncle Greybear for answers. He was only a cub when The Heart Trees were planted.

When they reached his den, they could see that he’s forgotten how to clean. Despite this, he remembered his grandniece. While he was figuring out how to use a broom, they found his journals on the history of The Heart Trees. It was there they learned that the last memories played on The Memory Trees are theirs. Now they have to go to Queen Busywing, The Treasure Tree, and Sparkly Falls.

Along the way, they couldn’t help but notice that everyone is starting to forget things, including Queen Busywings and her colony. They couldn’t remember where they put their honey cart until Jess showed them the cart. Just then, Thistle clumsily crashed into the honey cart. Lily immediately grabbed the first heart piece. Queenie and her colony decided to stall her while they looked for the other pieces. 

Once they got to The Treasure Tree, they saw The Nibblesqueak Sisters having a hard time remembering how to get down from a tree. Lily recalls that hamsters are strong. 

Suddenly, Thistle came in all sticky and gooey from the honey. It was there that Lily remembered that Thistle and her classmates were fighting over a bun. She tossed a honey bun and Thistle ate it. The Nibblesqueaks did the same thing to buy Hannah enough time to get the piece. After getting it, she fell and landed on Jess’s arms. It was there that she noticed that Hannah’s memory flower was beginning to wilt. 

Immediately, our heroes rushed to Sparkly Falls when they ran into their speech-impaired owl friend, ‘Mr. Cleverfeather’.. he couldn’t remember who they were, but he could help them the best he could. Hannah grabbed his hook, climbed up and grabbed the final piece of the heart. 

But as she got down, she started to forget them. After putting all three pieces of the heart together, Thistle clumsily flew in and broke her broomstick. She was sad because of this. After Mr. Cleverfeather fixed her broom, they ran off to The Memory Tree.

After they arrived at the Memory Tree and placed the heart on, everyone’s memories came back. Hannah suddenly remembered that she forgot her honey jars for the harvest. Thistle decided to stay at The Memory Tree and guard it. 

During their harvest, Jess and Lily thought about how much Thistle loved Friendship Forest, the bees shared their honey with her, Thistle admired the baked goods and Mr. Cleverfeather fixed her broom. Mr.Greybear came in with jars of Goodluck Honey and gave them to Jess and Lily as a way to say, ‘Thank you’.

Arriving back to Brightley, the girls gained a new memory and a new topping for their toast for breakfast.

The end.