#spanish lavender

[sitting-on-me-bum]

A Nemoptera bipennis perches on a Spanish lavender flowering plant in the Guadarrama mountain range in Madrid, Spain

Photograph: Annais Pascual/EPA

[dancesoutdoors]

Harvested more of my dried Spanish lavender this morning. If you're curious what Spanish lavender smells like, it reminds me a little of Vick's VapoRub.

[killdeerfieldguide]

[blogbirdfeather]

Spanish Lavender - Rosmaninho (Lavandula stoechas)

Arrábida/Portugal (10/04/2023)

[Nikon D7100; ∑150mm F2.8 EX DG OS HSM APO Macro with Circular Flash Nissin MF 18; 1/320s; F18; 400 ISO]

[steffiandcesar-photography]

[oconist]

yuki tsunoda + lavenders

Louise Cortambert, The Language of Flowers / Louise Glück, The Garment

[mirensiart]

I can see it in your eyes

You want to leave

[dantemegau]

I recently noticed how much food and drink is mentioned/ on screen in OFMD. I started to compile a list for fun and it expanded QUICKLY. Here it is in its current state.

FOODS & DRINKS

Breakfast

Orange Marmelade

Breakfast in Bed with Doug

Breakfast in Bed with Ed

Whipped Seaweed Breakfast

Good French Bread

Roach’s Peanut Paste

Lunch

Brain Couscous

Queen Soup

Captain Hornigold’s seafood soup

Snake (well tenderized, you could be a chef)

Sammy/Sandwich for the trip

Some of the Crew (young and succulent)

Republic of Pirates Street food Lobster

Dinner

Enby Dinner Smorgasbord

Rabbit (well tenderized, you can barely taste the shit)

Monsieur Prawn’s Dinner

Little Plates (Tapas)

A fine fish

A rat terrier named ‘Pepper’

Finger Foods at the Widow Bonnet’s Art Show

The slop we can afford

Gravy Basket (whatever that is exactly)

Ned the Leopard’s Chicken

Childhood Trauma Goose

Spanish Jackie's a la Carte

Favorite of all the Horses Family Dinner (followed by emotional connection desert)

Tea Time

40 Orange Glaze Cake

Yummy Lavender Soap

Raw Seagull

Another Toe (Carrot Cake in Fondant)

Candied Melon Silk Moth

Drinks

Calypso’s Birthday Cocktails

(Lavender) Tea with a Dollop of Milk and Seven Sugars

Sleepy Chamomile Tea

Haunted Island Coconut Cocktails

Republic of Pirates Coconut Cocktails

Free Drinks for Sea Gods

Blood

Juice from the Nose Jar (nutty)

Izzy’s “Emotional Support” Bottle

Give me Drinks or give me Death (Zheng Style)

Lime Ricky

Lighthouse Fluid

So tempted to procrastinate on my actual work and turn this into a cookbook…

[that-disabled-princess]

Six Something Sunday

(According to @forabeatofadrum it's Speak Your Language day! My first language is English, but I'm learning Spanish as a second language, so Spanish it'll be.)

Buenos días a todos, y ¡gracias por las etiquetas @forabeatofadrum y @nausikaaa! No tenía planes para publicar nada hoy, pero yo quiero practicar español un poco.

No tengo nada jaja. Pero estoy pensando en ideas para COTTA, ¡así que aquí está una de ellas!

Eso es todo lo que tengo por ahora, pero me gusta mucho esta idea, así que voy a escribirla. No es una idea feliz. No tendra un final feliz. Pero esta idea significa mucho para mí.

Pues. ¡Etiquetas! Estiqueto la gente española @confused-bi-queer @letraspal @erzbethluna @castawaypitch y @stitchyqueer @bookish-bogwitch. Gracias por las etiquetas estas semanas pasadas @palimpsessed @larkral @artsyunderstudy @fatalfangirl @theearlgreymage @hushed-chorus @imagineacoolusername @ic3-que3n @sosoapi @whogaveyoupermission @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @j-nipper-95 @cutestkilla @martsonmars ¡yo etiqueto a todos! Y también etiqueto @bazzybelle @tea-brigade @facewithoutheart @aristocratic-otter @ivelovedhimthroughworse @stardustasincocaine 💖💖

[asheanon]

Vincent Valentine running a tea shop.

— For @/Carendsyaz1 (on Twitter)

From: Ask Box Writing Prompt Game

📖 It's Tea Story Time...

At low volume, a strangely familiar tune can be heard playing from within. Though soft and slightly somber, there was something almost bewitching about its sound. For those who felt themselves inquisitive enough to stop by or simply take a little peek inside, the melody often served to pull them in. And if it wasn't enough to keep them there, then another provocation of the senses surely would.

While the space wasn't necessarily sizeable, it was made good use of. The interior was largely cast in black, embellished with mahogany trim and other forms of furniture and decor. Rows of shelves lined the walls - all of which were lined themselves with boxes and tins containing loose leaf tea blends. In one corner, what could best be described as "Victorian Gothic-esque" tea sets were made available with respective displays. In another, a variety of delectable baked goods could be found. It was sleek, elegant and dark. Pardoning some splashes of color, at least.

A modest collection of carmine roses and other fair forms of flower were scattered about and presented daintily, accenting the shelves and countertops. While these floral arrangements were far from abundant, oddly, their fragrance seemed to prove stronger than their number. It dared to puzzle you. Before your curiosity got the better of you, however, a door behind the counter opened.

A gentleman with long raven hair, partly obscured by a headband of a similar shade, emerged with a tray in hand. Following him, a wave of an even stronger rendition of the botanical scent wafted towards you. With a lean figure complimented by a cobalt dress shirt and black dress pants, it was soon made apparent to you... He was tall, dark and... well... he was a pretty handsome fellow too. Had it not been for the metallic shimmer of his silver tray, golden arm and rather pallid complexion, he threatened to blend right into the walls. What's that? Golden arm? Why, but of course!

Donned upon his left arm was a metal gauntlet bearing a golden sheen - large, clawed and unlike anything you had ever seen an employee in your local area wear. Its peculiarity begot intrigue.

He carefully sat the tray down upon the furthest counter, retrieving a pinch of something red, then another of something violet, dropping them both into a small metal infuser. It was then that he noticed he was no longer alone.

"Welcome." He offered a simple greeting. A moment was spared as an electric kettle was given power before he turned to face you. You were met with dark crimson eyes.

For whatever reason, you felt oddly compelled to purchase a lemon raspberry scone in particular... this same compulsion drove you to remark on the "heavenly aroma" just as well. And, as was made evident, there appeared to be a tea in the making right before your very eyes... so, naturally, one would only speculate what manner of tea it could it be, right? Right! Between the redolence and an innate sense of wonder, understandably, you found yourself pressed enough to ask about it.

Logging your order, the man then offered you a subtle nod and an even subtler smile. One that was easily missed. He retrieved a box from nearby, handing it off to you with the assurance it was a similar blend. It was titled "Rose On The Grey."

Clearly, it contained flowers; rose petals and lavender blossoms deemed safe for consumption, but it also bore black tea layered with hints of vanilla and bergamot. In essence, it was a blend of traditional Earl Grey with mostly floral additions.

"Goes well with cream and sugar." He added.

As you seemed preoccupied enough via examining the tea box's contents, he excused himself a moment more, tending to the now well heated kettle. He placed the infuser into a decorative black teacup, moderately gilded. It was one of two, now.

"Would you like a sample?"

Uh, yes. You would like a sample. In fact, when he inquired whether or not you would like any additives, you insisted that it be prepared the way he would personally prepare it. To your delight, he was willing to oblige.

The lull in time placed between the present and preparing two teacups worth of specialty tea felt to pass by effortlessly. A small, intricate table made for two beckoned you over. You took a seat with your scone and the box of tea that was not quite yours (yet,) but you felt compelled to let it accompany you nonetheless. Additional details within the shop catered to the eye as you waited.

"Here." Eventually, an elegant little cup of piping hot tea was presented to you, complete with the recommended amounts of both cream and sugar. Despite the somewhat impassive fashion in which it was bestowed upon you, you can tell it was made with love. Your intuition told you so.

Lightly blowing at the steam, you boldly went in for a sip - only to be stopped with a small "mm-mm." He had his back turned to you, returning to the counter. Had he heard you? How did he know?

The man insisted that you wait just a minute or two more, lest you burn your tongue. It was as if stories of visiting tea-samplers previous to you told themselves in the way he handled the situation. Fine, you would wait...

... But when you were done waiting, it was all yours. The revered first sip of the dark, mysterious shopkeeper's tea - of which seemed just as dark and mysterious, yet sweet as he.

[cecilepages]

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[wingedwolves]

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Gravel in Los Angeles Inspiration for a sizable, full-sun, Mediterranean-style backyard gravel flower bed with a wood fence in the spring.

[claviculars]

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[thelazyflip]

How the fuck did I go from being at wits end, thinking about quitting, stressed out, and done by all means at my job to being busy, getting raises, some stability, and getting along well with the new office staff.

[certainlynotasimp]

OH MY GOD. THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN MY PILLOW BECAUSE OF YOUR NEW SUNNY FIC AGDGJAEGAJAVSG ITS SOSOSOS CUTE I CANT BREATHEHEHEHEHE. it got me thinking…sunny and miggy are perfect for the one bed trope 😭😭😭😭😭 just imagine miggy acting like it doesn’t effect him, sleeping in the same bad as sunny. i’m already giggling thinking about it. PLEASE WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT WHEN YOU HAVE THE TIME 😭🙏

As Warm As You.

Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader

A/N: OMG! Thank you so much for the love and the request! 💕🤍 I personally never read anything from this trope, but I think I made something that can satisfy your fluffy craving😅. But I added some Sunny lore, so maybe this will make up for my ignorance. I’m also sorry it’s kinda short.

A/N: I haven’t seen the movie yet, but this shouldn’t be harmed by it maybe. Also I would like to say that I am using Google Translate for the Spanish phrases I use, so if you are fluent in Mexican Spanish (I think that’s what you call phrases and sayings more common in Mexico.), please comment some criticism my way. Thank you!🤍

Warnings: Trauma, Nightmares, comfort, fluffy bits, One Bed, Miguel is a secret softie, No Use of YN ((Sunny is her nickname, not her name name)), Female pronouns, Google Translate Spanish, Established relationship?

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“Ben?…Ben!”

The little spider’s scream cuts through the screeching sirens. The smog hung around the air as the dying flames stained the sky. Too many flames…Too many places to be at once.

The red staining the dark costume caused bile to build up as the search becomes more desperate.

I have to find him.

The dull pain from nails bending and breaking as the rumble falls around her shaking frame. The choked panting caused the Doctor to find his friend quite easily. His friend desperately searching for something. Someone.

Why can’t I find him?

The question is answered with a patch of dark hair appears under a pile of rumble, the tips stained in red. There was so much…why is there so much…

A howl of pain rings out of the young woman’s throat as she clings to the body, her mentor just steps behind her, helpless as to how he can help her.

No one can help her. Like how no one helped her Ben.

——

A faint flash of orange alerts the sleeping man out of his endless dream. He looks around and doesn’t notice anyone at first. Miguel sighs, his paranoia running wild as he almost thought an enemy broke into his apartment, not that it would be a first. As he lays back down to sleep, a slight drag against the floor brings the hairs on the back of his neck to life.

He may not have a spider-sense, but he certain knew when someone was watching him. His talons burrow at as the sound patters closer to his bed. With out hesitation, he lunges towards the noise, his hands catching the form of an invisible figure as he rams them into the wall. A yelp with a whiff of vanilla and lavender stops him from ripping the invisible person’s throat out.

“Cariño?…” Miguel whispers as he retracts his claws. A faint whimpering emerges from the solid unseen being in front of him as her body materializes in the moonlight. The lines of her spider suit glowing an ethereal green as her mask disintegrates, revealing her tear stained face.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at her suspiciously, despite knowing that she was the only one he knows wouldn’t hurt him. His mind blurs his confusion and frustration as he steps back to allow her to recover from being slammed into the wall. Certainly there wasn’t a big enough emergency that the beloved residential ray of sunshine would leave her room at The Lobby to break into his dimension, and bedroom to come get him.

“You know better than to use the gizmo to…” His scolding comes to a halt when the young woman hugs his figure, burning her head into his firm chest.

His shirt becomes wet with her tears as she sobs. The realization hits him as she whimpers into his touch.

She had the dream again.

No. She had the memory again.

His arms wrapped around her short frame as he buried his nose into her hair. Her scent filled the hole of sorrow her cries burned into him. As he rubs her back, her cries eventually stopped as she pulls away from him, an apology already waiting on her lips.

“I’m sorry, Miggy…it was really bad this time…” She mutters as she tries wiping her tears away as she forces a shy smile.

She felt ashamed for bothering him. Miguel was a busy man and she could have just stayed in her room at The Lobby, but the screams were too much.

His screams were too much.

Miguel doesn’t respond as he heads over to his dresser, pulling open a drawer. His face remaining emotionless as he retrieves a sweatshirt that sparked her familiarity.

The old gray crew neck sweatshirt with a fraying collar and mysterious stains along the sleeves. The old golden initials of NYU were cracked and picked apart due to many trips in the wash and anxious tendencies. A faint blush appears as she remembers the first time she ever saw that sweatshirt, the memory being one of her favorite…it was the first time she felt so warm since that day…

Miguel attracts her attention again when he rolls up the fabric in his hands and forces the neck over her head. Her hair sticking awkwardly as she peers up at Miguel in awe at how caring he was despite his annoyed expression.

“Brazos arriba, Sunshine.” He whispers as he helps her arms through the sleeves. She blindly follows him like a student being instructed. The taller spider stands back as he raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“I appreciate that you enjoy the suit I made you, mi luz.” Miguel states with a slight teasing smile. “But you probably wanna be more comfortable for bed.”

“Oh yea…” The small spider blushes in embarrassment as she disintegrates her suit back into her gizmo device. A shiver travels up her spine as the cold air on her legs, leaving her almost exposed except for the old sweatshirt.

“Now then,” Miguel sighs as he walks back over to his bed and crawls back under the covers. “I have several meetings in the morning, so I need to sleep.”

The little spider shuffles in her spot for a few moments as Miguel closes his eyes, getting ready to sleep again. With a nail between her teeth, the girl heads for the door to go find the couch when Miguel clears his throat. She turns back to look at him when she sees the covers beside him pulled back. Miguel’s open eye glaring at her as he groans. “It would be a lot easier for me to leave in the morning if you are in here and not in my way.”

A warm smile forms on her face as she excitedly comes into his bed. Miguel’s front facing her as his burgundy gaze burns with false annoyance and exhaustion. Miguel sighs as he feels the smaller being’s weight snuggles into his broad chest as expected.

“Thank you, Miggy.” She whispers. Her eyes peering up at him with gratitude and an emotion that only shines for him, his own secret that he will die to keep to himself.

Miguel rolls his eyes as his eyes meet hers, his warm cheeks hidden by the darkness. “Go to sleep, Cariño. You’re gonna need it for training.”

She giggles as she wraps her arms around his waist like a teddy bear. “Sweet Dreams, mi bonita araña..” She mumbles as she closes her eyes. His warmth fills the coldness of her nightmares as sleep draws her to peaceful breaths. Miguel remains frozen for a few moments as he makes sure she is deep in REM sleep before his gaze softens.

His rapidly beating heart acts as her lullaby as he places a kiss on her crown.

“Sweet dreams, mi vida…” He whispers into her scalp as his arms loom around her, acting as her shield before he slips into a sweet slumber in his light’s embrace.