#green grass and high tides

[ms-boogie-man]

The Outlaws - Green Grass And High Tides

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[myimaginaryradio]

Green Grass And High Tides - The Outlaws

Good morning and happy Saturday.

I'm stuck working a full day today. It's gonna be a long day so today is gonna be jam packed with long songs. Maybe not all long songs but we will see. Enjoy.

Be Safe Be Kind And Be Awesome

[brightfametexan]

Green Grass & High Tides

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... listen out loud ...

[demac9]

The Rolling Stones - Play With Fire (Lyrics On Screen)

[bodhrancomedy]

A Lament for the Beaches of My Childhood (The North is Where I Long to Go)

If I can’t find a stony beach, I��ll die.

Not golden sand, not beautiful waves

Just rocks

And stones

And driftwood

An inlet like a scar across the landscape

Jagged cliffs and screaming birds -

I’m sick of “beauty”, sick of “soft”

Give me grey and brown and black and cast down skies

Let it rain, that steady mournful stream.

I want to fall and cut my knee

And limp up scrubby dirt-green hills of heather

Gorse and marram grass

All sharp and salt-windswept -

Ugly places lie across my heart like a bruise

I miss them. I want them.

I want to hold the chipped and scratched-up stones against my lips

And kiss away the beatings of the ocean grey -

Where’s the granite? Where’s the slate?

Where’s the shale beneath my feet? I want

to cradle cracked and cast-off things

Forget the beauty and the picture-perfect golden grains

Give me back my wild-flung stones, my broken shells,

The dull, miscoloured-shapen pebbles shaken by high tides.

Give me rocky beaches or I shall surely die.

Bodhrán M

[rainbows-r-nice05]

Frozen Camera

I watched Rise of the Guardians and fell in love with Jack Frost because he is my baby. Anyway here is something I just whipped up and I know it's bad but I needed to so it to ease my mind.

I hate studying, I really do. My mind tries to focus but it drifts into dreamland. Dreaming of the impossible. Fighting dragons, ruling a kingdom….....finding true love. But enough about that. To relax a little, I decided to go read a book outside. Since it was Christmas time, I picked up the story about all the different kinds of Christmas characters. It was night time so I made sure to bring some blankets out. As I stepped outside on my back porch, coldness engulfed me. My porch was spacious with lawn chairs and a brick pillar on the side that leads into the grass. Oh, how beautiful it was. Christmas lights dance around my neighbors backyards across the lake connecting them. Lights from blue and white to red and green. The fountain was still going as the wind danced through it. I sat down in order to enjoy reading a bit into my novel. This section was about the famous Jack Frost to whom I believed in when I was a little kid. But not anymore since I am a junior in high school.   About 10 mins into my book, I absentmindedly start singing a famous Christmas Carol.  

God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day

I heard distant barking of dogs nearby which was normal. And the rustle of plants that were caused by the wind.  

To save us all from Satan's pow'r

When we were gone astray

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joyI

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

All of a sudden, my ears perk up at this crinkle or a sound of frost covering something. Like a tingling sound of some sort. I looked around and saw one of my security cameras had frost covering the lens. 

“That's weird,” I muttered to myself as I stood up, set my book down and walked toward the camera. Over the lens it looked blueish with little snowflakes covering it. My curiosity got the best of me so I decided to go inside and get a ladder. (The camera was on the ceiling). I got the ladder from the garage and walked back outside. I opened it and climbed all the way to the top. I looked closely at the camera and scratched the frost off of it. Somehow, the frost just would not come off. 

“OH GOS-,” suddenly I lost my balance and was headed toward the ground. 

“Gotcha,” I was caught by someone who was levitating off of the ground and wrapped my arms around this persons neck. It seemed to be a boy around my age who had piercing blue eyes and platinum blond hair. His skin was pale white and freezing for that matter. His dazzling white teeth showed as he smiled lovingly at me. My goodness was he handsome.  

“Woah…” I was too starstruck to even comprehend what was happening. 

“Lost your balance, there sweetheart,” the mysterious man said.

“You-your-you…” 

“Jack Frost is the name,” he said as he lowered me to the ground. 

“Oh my goodness.. It's really you,”

“Of course it's me, alive and in person.” His smile…. Is so…..loving. I finally got a good look at him and he was wearing a blue hoodie with some light brown pants. He was indeed barefoot as he was Jack Frost.  

Oh my gosh.  OH MY GOSH The Jack Frost in front of ME!!!

“And what might your name be pretty girl,” 

Pretty girl…. I flushed deeply at that. I smiled sheepishly as I introduced myself. 

“(Y/N) (L/N) at your service,” as I extended my hand out for him to shake. 

He shook it softly and his hands were beyond freezing. 

“Wait, what are you doing here?” I was so puzzled as to why he was here. It was December right, but it does not even snow over here. 

“Oh.. Well…” he walked around with his staff tapping the bird bath with it and it froze solid. 

“I got quite bored while I was patrolling so I decided to fly across a random area where I found a beautiful singing voice in this very backyard.”

As if I could ever be more redder, my face would be a tomato. 

“What were you doing out here,” he said as he pointed his staff at me. 

I gently pushed his staff out of my face and raised an eyebrow. 

“Well, It is my backyard” I started to walk around him. 

“But if you want to know, I was reading a book.”

“Oh… interesting” 

“Y’know, you have a very nice backyard,” he stated as he walked around and faced the lake. 

“And a very nice show you get to watch.” 

I giggled lightly at that. 

“Oh yes, Christmas is the best time of the year when I get to sit outside in the cold and light a fire. I see all the Christmas lights in their glory.” I smiled at last night's occurrence which was just like how I described. 

“Well, isn’t that nice,” he said as he gazed at me. 

All of a sudden I hear this ringing noise that sounds jolly. Jack takes a small device out of his hand and looks very disappointed. He verbally groans. 

“Wish I could stay, but Santa needs me.”

“You mean North,” I say out of the blue

“Wait how do you-” 

“Jack,” I giggle a little, 

“Might want to go see him” I say as I step in front of him pointing at the device smiling. 

He smiles as he is about to fly away. 

“Wait!” I put a hand up signaling him to not go yet. 

“Will I ever see you again?” 

“I’ll make sure I will see you again, snowflake.” He says as he takes my hand and kisses it with his cold yet soft lips. 

I smile and yet again, I flush at the nickname. 

He then flies away and I am left alone outside. I walk back to the camera and see that the frost has disappeared. I smile as I walk back inside. I gaze back out across the lake where I think of the many events that Jack Frost will show me. 

thinking on a part two maybe or a milti series thing idk yet lol

I have to get back to studying though

[belliswritingroom]

Herbalist! Reader x Injured! Ruggie

Hia gang!

Just a heads up, this is a demo post to see if anyone is interested in something with this kind of plot line.

This isn't officially chapter 1, but a simple teaser of what will be like roughly. But there more interaction between Ruggie and MC and a greater focus on building proper suspense when I am not set under a time restraint.

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Word count: 1.5K Time to read: 10 Minutes TW: Description of Blood and Injury WARNING! This was a challenge I set myself to write in 2 hours hens its not amazing

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READ BELOW :P

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Water laps at the lip of worn wooden boards, saturated, deep with colour.  Gentle kisses of the iced liquid leaves its mark upon flesh. Traces of red and pink trailing up skin, cold laying claim to anything in its wake. 

Fabric that was once white now stained with adventures of just yesterday. Browns and greens finding themselves imbued within tightly woven lace.  

Once clear water now murky, a small sea found within the bucket that lay itself upon flooded ground. The frothing white that creates its own tide upon the surface, soon is a vortex dragging the suds down. 

Places traded as fabric is heaved from its shallow depths, a new  found burden of weight upon its breath. 

Inky night, losing its long fought battle with dawn. Traces of pink and golden light cascading down from rolling hills, shining a new hope upon the valley that is still cradled by the shadows of night. 

As the honey gold sun looks upon the ground, the routine signs of spring return. The gentle breeze finds itself nestled within high strung trees, the distant sound of rustling. Accompanied by the orchestra of singing, birds awakening. 

A path that leads its way twisting upon itself. Dusted gray and a soft umber intertwined as they show the well loved way from the old gate, to a small escape- your home. A tiny world secreted away. 

Rock’s and dried plants, withered from age nestled beside each other. Brought in from varying adventures, perhaps once a stone that ran wild within a rushing river or grass blade stud tall and strong. Now call this walkway their new home. 

Pebble of ashen tumbling over itself. Dragged from home, thrashed to the side, hauled from its tender brace of loving Earth.  Clinging to grass, pulling up roots as it seemingly claws to stay above the steep slope. 

Its prosecutor was almost unnoticed. As the village began it’s echo, the chime of bells masking the rhythmic thumping.  As it stalked it’s way closer, with an almost frantic tremble.

A shrill that carried itself from just beyond the curve of the hill, a haunting sound that drowned out the once welcomed noise of early morning life.

The haze that once pushed your hands through your work, now forced to pause. Your once glazed over eyes are now only able to focus on the path and whatever lay on its other side.

Batting against ground and the tumble of rocks are no longer forgot, as cold kissed fingers drop woven fabric into its murky pot.

A mop of black, on a shaking frantic body…

Its eyes wide as hands reach out, deep red encrusted within every crevice of tiny hands that waste no time. Grabbing and tearing at anything it can. 

“The man!” The child’s voice desperately rang as grazed hands clasped at sleeves. The still wet liquid spreads itself up through , infesting and staining its new cotton binding. “It’s everywhere-  he’s hurt please!”

One's mind was still in a daze, as a tiny voice desperately pleaded. Fingers snagging against a fraying shirt, dragging onward down your winding path. No rhyme or reason, a simple primal need for aid.

All you can do is comply, arms soon nestling the child at your side. Body on autopilot as you follow the directions.

As you seemingly have come back to your own scenes the once beckoning light that flooded down upon you, had long lost a battle to break through the thick canopy that reaches on head. Foliage that  towers above head, shelters from light and sound of the outside world alike. 

Only company that you found in your mind was a river. Harsh and cracking it’s heavy body against rocky shore line, the softened splashed that were  knocked back from jaggered edge seemed to be mocking. As your lungs gasped in unison trying to maintain pace. 

Sting that rushes across thighs partnered with the burn of muscle leaves you to question how long you had truly spent running. Trickles of warm red acts as a vague welcome when contrasted with the chill that breathed down your neck. 

The thicket taking as it pleased from your flesh as you pushed on forward.

Darkness that swallowed the pathway that seemed to lead forever, began to falter. Glimpses of gold trickling down, shone upon wet muddy ground. Cool air that nipped at exposed skin, momentarily forgot as warm rays attempted to illuminate. 

Narrow walkway now suddenly met with a harsh cut, seemingly a room that had craved itself within dark, swallowed whole by light. 

Blinding momentarily- vision enveloped by the sudden contrast.   

As blurriness faded all that was left for one to notice was a field of nature. Sage stems, strong and stood up right reaching towards their saviour. Adorned by delicate hues of colour, a sea of flowers that seemed to pray to the star that bathed them in what they deemed riches.

A gentle smell eclipses the air, a well needed change from the damp that not too long ago flooded all your scenes. 

Yet one thing seems so unnatural, within the far reaches of the small sector of hope. The small valley of soft colour is blemished, tarnished with a whole. One buried deep between a vastness of proud stud follows. 

Once you let the air linger for a moment, the sweet fragrance had an underlying stab to it. Something metallic that slung to the back of your throat, coating it in its nauseating plague.

Only growing stronger as you grew closer to the indent.

Soft heads of flowers begin to be speckled with deep crimson. Oxidising to a unnatural looking brown, freezing the moment of impact within the petals margins. 

At the center a simple frame is laid. 

Skin that had clearly felt the sun’s warm embrace, kissed to become a deep rich colour. Soft glow that reflected the rays contrasted by spots of light. Sharp cuts across flesh of cheek, though they are aged, a story that had permanently imbued itself upon his flesh.

Blonde that sat upon his head, matted in front of his face. Locks that stuck to his forehead, tips dyed with its owner's own blood. The main source that had corrupted the neighbouring flowers.

Roots a deep brown, you could only find yourself momentarily wondering if it was mud that further had worked itself onto his slim frame.

An uncommon feature within this ear made themselves pronounced under your watchful gaze. A pair of animal-like features, nestled upon the crown of his head, they did not look native to her. Perhaps some kind of dog…

Though the sight of gaping found that festered in his shoulder soon took president from his almost softened face. An arrow that laid claim to his shoulder, sticking out, having carved it’s way through flesh and bone alike.

Allowing deep scarlet to seep through rugged worn shirts. Clinging to the flesh that lay below, as the smell of iron remained permeating the air.

After a moment of mindless studying, you could only drop the child you had heaved in your arms all this way.

Kneeling to the small boy's level you spoke to him. “Go back to the village and get some of the men, I will make sure this fellow will be okay till then.”

And so you did all you could until someone stronger showed up. Wait…

Wait until he could be transported back to the house. Back to where you could actually be of more help.

 Eyes unable to find what to fixate on. The ground, mud and dust ridden of the red that has dried and stained features that seemingly flinched with the tiniest of movement. The walk back was one of a haze.

Yet it all seemed to suddenly end, with this strange man now in your bed. Your own mind unable to truly recall how this had became.

….

….

….

The horizon is slowly painted with a soft blend of oranges and pinks, as if the sky is gently waking up from its slumber. The quaint little patch of land is nestled in the embrace of the early morning shadows, which are slowly retreating with the approaching light. 

The routine has begun once again.

Until it was disrupted once more. A piercing shatter breaking free form within your small retreat.

Feet moving faster than you can think, you are met with water pouring from within your bedroom. The door soon moved out of the way as you forced your way in. Eyes wide as broken shards remain scattered across the floor.

The stranger whom you had saved staggered to a defensive stance. Nose scrunched into a snarl as he heaved for a simple breath. Chest shuddering as if the s act of standing caused him pain.

Upper teeth exposed, snapping and on display. Their unnaturally sharp edges caught a moment of light that broke through the drawn curtains.  

Calloused hands wrapped around white and blue laced porcelain. 

Traces of water diluting the thick red that slowly ran down as knuckles turned pale. Its harsh edges further embedding itself into his flesh.

Pointed towards your presence, the slight buckle and tremble of his elbow exposes his unease. 

“Where the hell am I!? Who are you!?”

[myimaginaryradio]

Green Grass And High Tides - The Outlaws - 1975

[conundrumoftime]

Another ficlet for @celedrielweek day 5: separation/conflict. 1600 words, T for some kissing, some violence and a lot of angst.

—-

Like the other survivors of Beleriand, they are driftwood here. Some settle; they float from one place to another, lifted anew with each turn of the tide.

There is Lindon: close enough to the sea that they hear the ceaseless waves in their dreams, close enough to look out at the islands that are all that remain of what once were Beleriand’s mountains. They do not stay. And then there is Nenuial with its cold waters and its pines and Celeborn will love it forever as the place their son was born, Amroth who bears the wildness of tall trees and fast-running deer in his soul, but then one bad winter is followed by another and Galadriel dreams too much of the Helcaraxë. So they go south to the long summers of Belfalas where winter brings barely more than a frost, but this too is not a place to grow roots for here they are too far from all else, a distant isolated kingdom in a land of sea-grasses and trees that never grow tall.

Then, finally, there is Eregion.

In Eregion vast forests of holly and beech flank the high mountains that stand like a defensive wall behind them. In Eregion there are fertile pastures around the wide, lazy rivers, woods rich with elk and boar and rabbit. They build a fortress of a city here but Ost-in-Edhil is from its beginnings a place of artists and scholars, a place to craft the future rather than drag themselves through the battlefields of the past.

It is bright here. The sun breaks through dappled leaves upon soft forest paths and promises are kept and wounds are healed. When their daughter is born the jewel-smiths greet her arrival with a crown for her tiny head, and she is silver queen from that day forth. Celeborn feels for the first time since Doriath burned that he has found a home; and little by little he remembers who he was before he was hollowed out by grief. Who he is, once again.

It is good that Galadriel is bright herself here, so bright in her will and her beauty that both together dazzle like the sun. It helps that she too begins to see a future within her grasp.

It is good, at first.

—-

“Send him away,” Celeborn says.

Galadriel is lying in his arms by the banks of the river where the wood anemones carpet the ground in white-starred flowers under the birches’ canopy, her unbraided hair soft beneath his hand. There is peace, here; they can have moments like this, here; and their city does not need them today, but Galadriel’s mind is still within its walls, worrying out its suspicions like a dog on the scent of its prey.

She does not answer. And so he says, again: “We could send him away. We need no reason beyond those we have. It would be enough to say Gil-galad does not wish Annatar to be welcomed by any elven realm.”

“And have all here think I do Gil-galad’s bidding? Besides, the smiths would go with him.”

This sounds too much like Annatar’s own words, and Celeborn wonders which of their many arguments it came from. Clearly it has struck true enough that she repeats it now.

There are bracelets on her arm that Celebrimbor made for her and rings upon her hands given by the mirdain - not by Annatar, she would not accept any gift from Annatar, but all there know it is Annatar’s craft and Annatar makes sure to be there when the smiths bring their gifts, half in the shadows behind them, a too-careful look of vulnerable trepidation on his face.

Celeborn wore one of the rings for a time. It was bronze set with dark green tourmaline the shade of holly leaves, a beautifully crafted work. It had a power of its own to strengthen growing things: the saplings he planted that year grew tall, and the sunflowers bloomed with double heads in ruffs of petals like lion’s manes. But it whispered to him in the language of stone and deep mines, in Annatar’s voice and Celebrimbor’s, saying this is but a beginning, saying there could be should be must be more - we could do so much more - we could be so much more. And he took it off and had not worn it since.

Galadriel still wears the rings they give her, a new one every year. She says she will not refuse the gifts their smiths have made and she will not fear the promise this craft bears. Once when this erupted into an argument between the two of them she had snarled at him that her people had lived beneath the weight of powerful jewels for ages of Arda and she would not refuse the chance to have it be the other way around now, no matter how little she trusted Annatar and no matter how afraid her husband might be.

They had made up after that argument the usual way they made up after arguments: kisses bitten into necks and the curves of thighs, sweat and fury and bliss. It had felt like enough, then.

Now, he rolls her onto her back and kisses her, slow and long until she softens beneath him and pulls him close.

“Send him away,” he murmurs into the hollow of her shoulder. “You hate him so send him away.”

Her nails scrape the length of his back, sharp and sweet enough that he shivers beneath it. “This is no way to get what you want.”

“Set out your terms, then.” He frees her dress where it is secured neatly at her collar and then follows the line of it down, unhooking one fastening at a time, kissing every new inch of flesh he bares. “We’ll negotiate.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

“Don’t tease me. No, keep doing that - there -“

He gives in, of course. That time, and the next, and the time after that, because every time she says: don’t be afraid, there is nothing to fear, and every time he finds himself unable to tell her the whole of it.

It is not the rings he fears, nor the craft that makes them. It is not even Annatar. It is knowing that Galadriel does hate Annatar, and does suspect him of not being what he claims, and knowing also that she will let him stay in Ost-in-Edhil anyway because what Annatar offers is what she, too, wants. Why must Middle-earth be drab and dull while Aman shines? Why must the elves not seek to mend nor to improve what was broken? Why should there be such limits to their power, now? Did the Noldor come to Middle-earth only to dwell beneath the yoke of the Valar, once again?

Celeborn hears these words in his dreams, and he cannot tell whether it is Annatar speaking them or Galadriel.

—-

They lose, in the end. The smiths rise up against them and their city is lost without any stone falling and with almost no blood shed. (Almost - for when Annatar said “but what did you expect, Galadriel?” she struck him with the heel of her hand hard enough to send him staggering back raising a hand to his bloodied lips, defeated and victorious in one.)

Galadriel prepares to leave that night, passing through the city of the dwarves to the forests that lie beyond the mountains. It does not at first even occur to her that Celeborn will not go with her.

“You can’t stay,” she says when she realises. “You can’t. It is not safe - not under his rule -“

“Celebrimbor’s rule.”

“Celebrimbor is a lovestruck fool. The power here is Annatar’s.” She is a whirl of fury, a tempest upending their rooms as she sifts through clothes and books and treasures, taking a little and leaving most. “And now you turn on me, all because you will not walk the paths the dwarves made?”

“Not only that.” He won’t - he wouldn’t pass through their city even if he had planned to leave - but this, alone, isn’t why. Nor is his wish to protect the city if he can. Nor is his sense that this will be needed, and sooner than any of them had feared.

“This is my home,” he says. “I learned to love Middle-earth once again here. Uproot me now and I fear there would be nothing of me left.”

She doesn’t understand, and they’re both too angry to speak of it further. And after that there’s little left to say.

The children go with her, the one thing they can agree on. At least there’s that one consolation in all of this: they will be safer with her than they will here. The hurried farewells will tear at him for years, all the same. And then Galadriel sends them ahead with the horses and the few loyal soldiers who remain, until it is just the two of them once again the way it was when they first came here.

She holds him fast and sobs into his neck, and then she says in a voice of steel: “This is not an end.”

Later when he cannot sleep and finds himself pacing through their rooms alone, he finds a white fur lying beneath the western windows. A stole, made from the fur of an ice-bear; she must have forgotten it in her haste, he thinks. (Or perhaps threw it aside in anger, knowing she had worn it that first day they met. Or perhaps left it for him to find as a reminder and a promise.) He sits holding it until the sun rises over the trees.

[ohdorothea]

more info about the tournament here and the lyrics for both songs are below the cut <3

Safe & Sound lyrics

I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, "I'll never let you go."

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone,"

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

Don't you dare look out your window, darling.

Everything's on fire

The war outside our door keeps raging on

Hold on to this lullaby

Even when the music's gone

Gone

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

La, la (la, la)

La, la (la, la)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

La, la (la, la)

Just close your eyes

You'll be alright

Come morning light,

You and I'll be safe and sound...

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh

Both Of Us lyrics

[Taylor Swift:]

I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us

Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us

[B.o.B:]

Uh, ever thought about losing it

When your money's all gone and you lose your whip

You might lose your grip when the landlord tell ya that you're due for rent

And the grass so green on the other side

Make a nigga wanna run straight through the fence

Open up the fridge 'bout twenty times

But still can't find no food in it

That's foolishness

And sometimes I wonder, why we care so much about the way we look.

And the way we talk and the way we act and the clothes we bought, how much that cost.

Does it even really matter?

'Cause if life is an uphill battle

We all tryna climb with the same ol' ladder

In the same boat, with the same ol' paddle

Why so shallow? I'm just asking

What's the pattern to the madness

Everybody ain't a number one draft pick

Most of us ain't Hollywood actors

But if it's all for one, and one for all

Then maybe one day, we all can ball

Do it one time for the underdogs

Sincerely yours from one of y'all

[Taylor Swift:]

I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us

Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us

[B.o.B:]

I can feel your pain, I can feel your struggle

You just wanna live, but everything so low

That you could drown in a puddle

That's why I gotta hold us up, yeah hold us up

For all the times no one's ever spoke for us

To every single time that they play this song

You can say that that's what Bobby Ray wrote for us

When the tides get too high

And the sea up underneath get so deep

And you feel like you're just another person

Getting lost in the crowd, way up high in the nosebleeds

Uh, because we've both been there, yeah, both of us

But we still stand tall with our shoulders up

And even though we always against the odds

These are the things that've molded us

And if life hadn't chosen us

Sometimes I wonder where I would've wound up

'Cause if it was up to me, I'd make a new blueprint

Then build it from the ground up, hey

But if it's all for one, and one for all

Then maybe one day, we all can ball

Do it one time for the underdogs

From Bobby Ray to all of y'all

[Taylor Swift:]

I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us

Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us

[ratsoh-writes]

Even more magic crops/food!

Berriis: pronounced “berries”, this is a magical fruit native to all the underground AUs. It grows on a thick thorny bush. The little fruits grow in tight clusters. They’re wrinkly and metallic resembling little gold nuggets. They’re incredibly sour and have a sort of apple-ish flavor. They’re often used in marinades for seafoods and other meats. The fruits can only be eaten fresh however as any attempts to freeze or dry them cause the berriis to crumble to a bitter gross dust

Chimcheeps: this tuber vegetable is long, incredibly so. The roots of the plant can grow up to 12 feet into the ground. The root itself is nothing special, tasting like a red potato. The plant when ready to harvest though produces a large feathery brown flower that chirps clicks and hoots at any creature that draws near. Chimcheeps are native to birdswap only for some reason

Moongold apricot: this is a new crop in ebott bred by a farmtale monster. The apricots were crossbred with gauzeberries to create a pale milky white fruit that glows under the moonlight. They’re delicious with a light airy flavor not unlike any other fruit. Many claim that if you could eat the moon, that’s what it would taste like.

Mayobay: this is a herb native to the sea AUs. The underwater herb is small growing low to the ground. It has milky white leaves and gives off a faint smell of eggs when on land. It’s got a buttery taste and makes a great milk replacement in baking and cooking!

Lily of the tides: another crop native to the sea AUs, this magical plant is a MASSIVE ocean lily pad. The lily pads themselves are quite wide and can grow to be the size of cars. The largest one recorded was the size of a semi truck in diameter. The edible part of the plant is the seeds that are produced once a year after the plant flowers. They are difficult to harvest and grow and so are extremely expensive. The seeds taste just like almonds and have mild growing properties making them prized to young people hoping to gain an inch or two of height before they stop growing.

Butterspice: closely related to the basil plant, this magical herb has a yummy spring green leaf with a pale yellow underbelly. In the rainy seasons the leaves balloon into pockets of juice that taste just like unsalted butter! It doesn’t have the same fat content as actual butter so it’s no good for baking, but it makes a lovely spread.

The Mariana tea plant: this magical plant was bred by a monster in farmswap through crossbreeding various tea bushes with some less popular magical varieties. The result is a hardy bush designed to handle floods and overwatering easily, making it perfect to grow underground in waterfall. The bush’s tea leaves are sweet and fruity, and they get incredibly sour if sugar is added, so it’s best to drink the tea as is.

Blackgrass: native to the grimms, this tiny low growing herb consists of hundreds of pitch black blades carpeting the floor much like grass would. Blackgrass is extremely aromatic having a peppery scent. It has great antibacterial properties making it a common medicine and cleaning supply ingredient. A common household cleaner can be made from infusing a spray bottle of water with a handful of Blackgrass and some lemon. Its spicy flavor however is overpowering and rarely used in cooking. A single blade can turn a full cauldron of liquid into an eye watering spicy hell

Ash-choker: a thick woody vine native to lamiatale, the ashy choker is a difficult plant to maintain as it grows rapidly choking the life out of any trees it entangles. It’s a parasitic plant that steals nutrients from its hosts, but also craves ash. The plant reproduces with fire so is often first seen sprouting in campfires and fireplaces. A fully grown ashchoker produces a wrinkly grey fruit in the summers that has an avocado like texture and a peachy flavor.

Hawkweed: a thorny greenish grey herb that grows best in high places, hawkweed is native to all the bird AUs. The magical herb creates a spiky orange flower in the fall that can be eaten. It tastes a bit like dill and cloves and can be powdered into a spice. Eating one raw will temporarily enhance ones eyesight far beyond what that person could normally see.

Kingsfoil: previously known as the silver gourd, its name was changed to honor king, the royal who made the vegetable popular. Kingsfoil is a type of pumpkin developed by a farmfell mage. It has a handsome metallic silver skin and a deep crimson flesh when cut open. It’s incredibly juicy and soft inside when you get past the rough skin and tastes great in barbecues and skewers. The pumpkins when hallowed out and dried also make handsome decorations.

Barrelstalk: a magical plant native to Underwest, this plant is distantly related to celery if you trace its roots far enough back. The barrelstalk is a bright yellow plant with white tipped thin stringy leaves. The plant has a single yellow stalk that balloons out to the size of a watermelon in the rainy months. The stalk can be tapped, and the juice has moisturizing properties making it a great lotion or lubricant. It’s used often in factories to keep machinery running smoothly

Dead man’s guide: the dead man’s guide is a magical tree with a silvery grey bark, and pale blueish leaves. It’s a beautiful tree resembling a wisteria, and in the fall it produces gorgeous navy blooms packed in tight little balls all around the tree. The flowers can be eaten raw and are often sprinkled on salads and desserts for decorations. However owning a tree is highly controversial as a dead man’s guide will only grow on top of the burial spot of a dead human. No other animal seems to give the tree the boost it needs. Often the dead man’s guide has been a key piece of evidence in solving murder cases.

Rosedew: a magical variety of roses found in all the farm AUs before the crash, the rosebush only blooms in the early hours of the morning and produces a pretty lavender colored flower. When blooming season is over, the leftover rose hips can be sautéed and eaten in a variety of dishes. They have a crisp floral taste. The rosedew bush seems to attract all moisture around it always keeping the soil surrounding it damp within a 10 foot radius. Many gardeners use this bush in dry areas to save on water costs

Halo citrus: a magical citrus tree from the farm AUs, this tree resembles the classic orange tree. However its fruits instead have a pure white peel, and the flavor is incredibly tart. If one eats a halo fruit, they’ll find their insides start glowing like a beacon, causing glowing eyes, nostrils and mouths in most cases lol. The thick peel is a wonderful part of cooking and gives many recipes an orangey grapefruit flavor when grated. The fruit is also used in cosmetic potions that brighten a monsters magic color.

Bullrush bamboo: a magical variant of bamboo that is a dark brown in color, can be around 10-14 inches thick in diameter (per stem) and is incredibly tough. The bamboo magically strengthens itself with every physical impact it receives. Thankfully the effect lessens with inactivity or else it would be invulnerable. The plant is used as fencing for ranchers but has to be maintained regularly or else it will overrun the fields. The shoots of young plants can be eaten just like regular bamboo

Calcifern: found in lamiatale originally, this massive deep olive fern has bone white roots and a distinct chalky scent. It’s a bit woodsy tasting, but it seems to magically enhance bone strength and is an amazing superfood for those healing from breaks or growing children. Also the plant loves table scraps, and any bone and meat material left next to it will get scooped up by a moving root and dragged into the soil. Some dedicated calcifern forums claim the plant can be trained and shows signs of affection to its owners, but it hasn’t actually been proven.

Starseeds: a crop from the outer AUs, starseeds come from a small bush with navy blue stems and deep reddish purple leaves. The fruit of the plant is edible as well and is known as Star-bites, but the real magic is in the seeds. When the cluster of seeds inside each berry are eaten, one begins to produce quite a bit of body heat. It can be dangerous for humans to eat the seeds in large amounts, but most monster types find them delightful. They have a sort of fruity and cinnamon like flavor

Crimson ladies: a flower created by a farmfell monster and the rights completely bought up by Marcello goldenfoot for one of his mates anniversary gift. The crimson lady is a beautiful pitcher plant type flower with deep dark red petals that seem to blacken the closer you get to the flowers base. The flower has a wide opening and base, but a small middle giving it the appearance of a lady with an hour glass figure. The whole plant is edible, with the small spiked leaves being used in salads, the roots cooked like parsnips and the flowers able to be eaten raw. The huge petals are used as wraps for a tasty savory filling and steamed. They have a sort of nutty flavor.

Bun-Yums: a magical plant closely related to wild garlic, bun yums are adorable. The plant has two fuzzy green leaves resembling a bunny’s ears when poking out of the ground. The underground bulb of course is the edible part and is garlicky, and a tad spicier than its non magic counterpart. The plants ears vibrate when it senses rain and will give people a weather warning two days in advance.

Death-a-dil: a white petaled daffodil that looks a little bit like a birds skull. It’s a popular flower among alternative communities and is often used as inspiration for jewelry and clothing patterns. If the flowers need to be watered, they make little “ah ah ah” noises like a person in pain. Creepy. The bulbs can be picked and eaten and taste like any other flower bulb really.

Slugstool: a mushroom seen in almost every au, the slugstool is a slimy grey fungi with a flat top and wide stem. It emits a fishy flavor when ready to create spores in order to attract animals nearby. When the animal takes a bite, a little cloud of shrooms pores flies out of the stem. The slugstool is considered disgusting by most human standards with a vinegary fishy and mudlike flavor, but to monsters it’s absolutely delicious. They say it tastes just like snails.

Gravefist: a pale white mushrooms with five knobs that vaguely resemble a skeletons hand. The mushroom is native to undertale only and was a staple crop in the underground due to its hardy nature. It is strong against most pests and diseases and requires very little upkeep. It has a chicken like flavor and pairs well in any savory dish.

Jabberweed: from most underground AUs, the jabberweed is the echo flowers ugly cousin. It is a prickly puke green, thorny, and the flowers it produces are small and spaced too far apart to really provide decoration. The flowers will pick up sounds like echo flowers, but can’t quite piece them together, so the weed jabbers gibberish at people as they pass. It is edible, but rather flavorless. However it’s shelf life is unmatched, so is often used as a natural preservative in other foods. Almost every convenience food brand in ebott contains jabberweed.

Aaaaand more magic animals!

Fun-guys: not to be mistaken with fungi bitties, these little walking mushrooms come from undertale, underswap and underfell. They aren’t actually mushrooms but are more closely related to toads. The little animals have a shroom like top, and every spot on their head is in fact a little eyeball. Two legs underneath is what they walk with. They’re delicious, tasting like sweet pork when cooked, and they breed fast, so they’re quite popular as a meat animals. Some cuter varieties though are reaching the market as pets as well.

Earth wyrms: native to all the Drake AUs, this magical amphibian resembles a massive scaled earth worm. It reaches nearly 30 feet in length when fully grown but rarely gets wider than the average bagel. The scales are soft to the touch and warp and stretch with the skin underneath giving the animal a gummy feeling to it. The earth wyrm was domesticated and used as a farm aid for its ease in breaking apart soil. It also magically enriches the dirt it digs in saving farmers a fortune in fertilizer. In the winter, the wyrms lay clusters of slimy eggs that are also pickled and spread on toasts or stuffed in pies. Unfortunately the animal itself is quite toxic to humans, and tastes nasty to monsters.

Myrmidon: an ant variety from the bird AUs. These ants have wings themselves and share a hive mind in each colony with the Queen as the leader. The queens can be tamed and trained in order to control the colony. The ants are farmed as a cheap protein and can also be used to clear fields of all vegetation. They taste a bit sour and are often sprinkled on salads like bacon bits. The wings are delicious candied.

Stagglers: is it a deer, a pig, a beaver? Who knows? This strange animal boasts a round body, flat wide tail, long slender legs and antlers, and a hoglike snout with the teeth to match. The straggler is an animal only seen in the factory AU. The monsters and humans were quite puzzled to hear that other surface AUs didn’t have them, but they didn’t have giraffes so there was a trade off I guess. Anyways the straggler was kept by some hobbyist who raise them for their meat and antlers. They’re skittish animals and difficult to care for, and they breed like rabbits making the wild ones a real nuisance. They taste great though, just like venison!

Giant centipede: from lamiatale, this ancient massive bug grows to the size of cars, and is venomous as well. Despite the danger, many of the java people were successful in taming them, and eventually domesticating them. There’s a few different domesticated varieties from various Java clans, but generally the domesticated ones aren’t venomous. The centipede was used as a work horse, transportation, and a hunting hound. In many households today it’s also a beloved pet. Wild ones however are incredibly dangerous and must be reported if spotted.

Hippocampus: from Hadaltale exclusively, this magical horse has flippers for front legs and a beautiful fish tail in the back resembling a koi fish. Where a horses mane is also a fish’s dorsal fin. The hippocampus is carnivorous and uses as a hunting animal aiding the hadal monsters in their hunts, and when food was scarce, they were used as rations as well. They’re extremely popular pets and many purebred varieties can be found along ebotts coasts. The hadals host shows for them.

[voxteardrop]

the rolling stones - high tide and green grass (1966)

[david-watts]

What is your favourite Rolling Stones album?

Is there a composition from the Doctor Who soundtrack you find applicable to who you are and if there is, which one is it?

Do you have any posters?

ooh these are great questions! I am going to stick this under a readmore so that I do not obliterate everyone's dashboards

big hits (high tide and green grass) would be my favourite album but since that is a compilation album, I will also give the answer of december's children (and everybody else's). big hits is just the perfect sixties stones compilation, in my opinion, sure you're missing their perhaps more iconic later work that had simply not been released yet (such as perhaps no expectations) but does that define the stones in the sixties? I don't think it does! you couldn't truly define the stones in that decade in two sides of a record but if it doesn't do it for me... and december's children just has been. when I've needed to come back to the stones with full albums that's just the one that's sounded like home. it and big hits which is why I listed that one first lol

this is going to be complex, very longwinded and possibly barely even answering the question but... to start, I first must say there was a video from 2013 that had all the dr who themes (at the time) and the channel that uploaded it has since been deleted. and I have searched everywhere for it and I cannot find it but it could in a way actually answer that question. but in terms of something that is not a fan compilation... again, it's not actually about the composition, it's about the sounds present in the early 1980s baker-davison era theme. a long time ago I talked about this but there are certain sounds that remind me of a place and that place reminds me of a dream I had I think not very long after I started watching dr who, back when I was about three years old. all you need to know about it was there was a red telephone booth. but I remember that dream still. even when I had the brain that could do it I couldn't communicate what it meant to me, I tried but couldn't. but that's the nature of dreams, isn't it?

boy do I have posters! hold on

obviously not all of these are posters some of them are records (bought from a street artist in melbourne, first weekend in november 2017), one of the sleeves one of said records was stored in, a calendar I cut apart and the billion pictures I have printed out and tacked to my wall. and also it's not even done because not only do I intend to acquire the iconic x files poster and the poster of my favourite film (wonder if you can name it!) at the very least, I also have this which is a signed print and she needs framing. literally the only one that I have that I would not dream of sticking up with tack

(not my actual poster, just the first result which I copy-pasted from image search)

I also have a mirror and a couple of artworks that are framed but they're not posters in the same way. I think I also mentioned a couple of weeks ago finding some old dwm posters that I am keeping but as you can see... I literally do not have the space for them. they are actually quite big so whilst I might have space for what I have remaining I can't put those up. sad

thank you for posing these questions to me!!! very fun to answer even if I am a bit rambly and very indirect

[deepspaceboytoy]

The great thing about the song Green Grass & High Tides is they start it off with that small little guitar solo so you’re like oh okay I know what’s in store for me thus leaving you fully unprepared for just how much Guitar Solo there ends up being.