#very moody and autumnal and delicious.

[satans-knitwear]

feel like i stole this lingerie set from the colours of the fancy looking painting behind me 😅

Treat me ~ Tip me ~ More of me

[ladykettlechips]

Beautiful Mess - Part 3

Okay, this was meant to be the last part... it is NOT the last part.

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Kate had never thought she’d see the day when she considered a cardigan to be sexy.

Well, it wasn’t so much the cardigan itself that was sexy, but rather the man that was wearing it. Somehow, beneath the grey, loose cardigan that had been carelessly thrown over a button-up shirt, Anthony Bridgerton looked like sex on legs.

It was so bloody annoying, and so very unfair.

Huffing into her chai – chai that Anthony seemed to keep in stock for whenever she came round for tea – Kate tore her gaze away from the man in question, just seconds after he had pushed the sleeves of his cardigan up to his elbows.

Good grief, Kate thought, willing away the blush that was starting to creep up her cheeks. Those arms could be in a porno all on their own. Her cheeks felt very warm again; bugger, she was terrible at this keeping in control thing. Where is his decency? Put them away – Oh my days, how long is that vein?

Then, as if the slutty cardigan and naked forearms weren’t bad enough, Anthony had to go ahead and throw on a pair of reading glasses to read his morning paper, causing Kate to almost choke on her chai.

“Oh, come on!” she sputtered into her cup, glaring at the delicious sight in front of her while Violet looked up to give her a curious glance and Anthony, mildly confused, simply raised a brow as he glanced in her direction.

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The night Anthony walked into the living room in a cable knit jumper, Kate decided then and there that Autumn was her new favourite season.

He looked devastatingly handsome in it. Granted, Anthony Bridgerton looked devastatingly handsome in anything he chose to wear, but the chunky jumper just did something for Kate. Plus, he looked so damned huggable whenever he dressed cosy and casual.

“Found something good to watch tonight, eh?”

Tearing her gaze away from Anthony – who, thankfully, had been too busy talking with his sister Francesca to notice Kate gawking over his jumper-clad figure – Kate turned to find Benedict staring back at her, his grin wide and all-knowing.

Well, shit.

Blushing furiously, Kate shot Benedict a deathly glare and hissed a cold “Shut up,” before getting up from the sofa and stalking out of the room.

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She couldn’t believe it. Anthony Bridgerton was gyrating, and he was doing it in a public setting while wearing comically large angel wings.

Granted, the wings had been forced onto him by Colin much earlier on in the evening. “It’s a Halloween party!” he had practically shrieked, seconds before wrestling Anthony’s arms into the elastic straps. “You can’t come to a Halloween party without a costume!”

After sitting alone in a corner sulking for almost an hour, Kate had finally gone up to the moody bugger and offered him a shot.

“Not going to tip it over me instead?” he’d asked, the corners of his mouth lifting in a barely-there-smile as he took the plastic shot glass from Kate’s fingers. Shaking her head, Kate tipped back her own shot and hissed at the welcome burn in her throat.

“Now, why would I go and waste good tequila like that?” she’d replied, before offering to get Anthony another.

Around six or seven shots later, Anthony was up and dancing, his smile wide and brilliant. Kate simply stood against the wall, gawking at the way he circled his hips with ease while she listened to the music that was his joyous laughter.

God, what she would give to be the air that he was grinding, and the very reason for the joyous sound spilling from his hips.

Then, before Kate could even register what was happening, Anthony was striding towards her. One large hand curled around her wrist, the other settling on her hip as he dragged her into the middle of the room.

Tugging her close, Anthony grinned at Kate as she blinked back up at him, her head fuzzy and her stomach doing backflips at how close in proximity he was to her now. Doing her best to fight back her blush – actually, she could just say she’d had too much to drink – Kate averted her gaze from Anthony’s as he started to lead her in a slow, far too intimate dance for the upbeat Halloween pop song Colin had started playing.

Anthony was ridiculously warm. He also smelled good. Delicious, even. It was truly unfair that someone could be so annoyingly pretty, too, even when they were drunk on seven shots of stupidly expensive tequila…

“You’re so beautiful, Kate” he murmured, his eyes pooling liquid amber as he gazed down at her. Blinking up at him, her eyes growing wide, Kate’s breath caught in her throat. Well, fuck; there was no fighting that blush, now.

Swallowing the lump that had started forming in her throat, Kate took a shuddering breath and squeaked out,

“N-no,” she managed, shaking her head. “Erm… thank you,” and immediately received the most brilliant, dazzling smile she had ever seen Anthony Bridgerton give to anyone. Then, as he pulled her closer, his warmth enveloping her completely, Kate felt the butterflies in her stomach erupt.

He’s just drunk, she reminded herself, the voice in the back of her mind a soft whisper. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

And just as quickly, the butterflies started to die down.

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There were brief moments when Kate would catch Anthony looking at her. In those moments, she could almost convince herself that the wonders of the world had been captured in his gaze.

Of course that couldn’t be right; Anthony didn’t think of her that way. It wasn’t like he liked her, after all.

So she decided not to look at him. At least, not when he was looking at her.

Only it was so damn hard not to look at perfection when he was constantly in her presence.

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They shared their first kiss under the mistletoe a week before Christmas.

It wasn’t an accident, either; being the cheeky sod that he was, Benedict had marched up to the pair during a rather heated discussion about Newton and, shushing them both quite rudely, shoved the plastic sprig above their heads.

“Well?” he grinned, looking between Anthony and Kate as they shot him identical looks that promised murder. “Go on, then; kiss. It’s the rules.”

Before either of them could tell him to fuck right off and go about their merry way, Benedict gave a low, quick whistle. Startlingly, this seemed to summon Colin who, as if understanding the assignment, immediately grabbed hold of the back of Anthony and Kate’s heads with either hand and pushed.

It was clumsy, their mouths practically mashing together while Benedict cackled and Colin giggled. Regardless of how bad their first kiss was, Anthony and Kate were still blushing by the time Colin finally let them go.

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He kissed her again when midnight struck on New Year’s Eve.

Pulling her into a corner, Anthony dragged Kate close until their hips bumped against one another’s. She’d tried to protest, she really did, but then he’d whispered something in her ear and smiled that brilliant smile, so understandably, she stayed.

Looping her arms around his neck, Kate breathed in that intoxicating scent that was undoubtedly him. She allowed him to sway with her to the god-awful music that Colin or Benedict or Simon had chosen that night, and she allowed him to hold her close and even rest his head on her shoulder as they hid away from the rest of their families in their own little corner, away from the chaos that would undoubtedly erupt come midnight.

They were mostly quiet; every now and again they would exchange a question but, other than that, Anthony would simply look at Kate, his smile unwavering and his palms burning holes into her skin as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt.

And then the clock struck midnight and his lips were crushed against hers.

The sheer eagerness of Anthony’s mouth on hers took Kate aback at first, but she quickly recovered. Gasping into the kiss, she returned the favour with just as much fervour; this was no clumsy mashing of the mouths, a clear ploy from their siblings to get them both to kiss. No, this was a kiss, one that stole her breath and had her grasping for something to hold onto because her knees might give out if she didn’t.

Thankfully, Anthony had the wherewithal to press Kate against the wall, his knee wedged between her legs as she mewled into the kiss. One of her hands reached up to his hair, grabbing a fistful of soft curls and tugging. Anthony growled at that. Growled. It was positively feral and, while Kate had never been one for growling before that moment, she found herself rather keen to replay the sound with another quick tug of his hair.

It didn’t take long for Anthony to steer Kate away from the mayhem that had become the Bridgerton living room. Somehow, without anyone noticing, he had taken Kate by the hand and lead her towards the staircase, his hair a mess and his cheeks thoroughly flushed.

She didn’t need to ask where they were going; she just hoped they got there with enough clothes on... just in case they were caught.

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When the sun started to rise on the morning of the new year, Kate stumbled out of Bridgerton House before anyone could rise, tears in her eyes as she made her way home.

She just couldn’t bear the thought of Anthony waking up next to her, only to say that their perfect night together had all been a mistake.

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So... I need to write part 4 XD AND THAT SHOULD BE THE LAST PART! Fingers crossed, because this little drabble was not supposed to grow so much xD HELP I LOVE THESE IDIOTS. OKAY BYE.

[fanaticmorelikefantastic]

Talk Too Much: Leon Fic Part 1

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Synopsis: A freak author/artist with no friends and no life meets this really attractive guy and her first thought is to write him into her new novel

Tags: Leon/reader, leon/fem!reader, leon is very polite and regular, loser-y reader, she's just a rat in a pringles can, we all are, pre re4 leon, this will soon change, (mostly) modern au

It felt like it had been hours. Hell, when I checked the time, it really had been hours. Yet here I am, still staring at an empty Word document. Well, almost empty. I kept writing and rewriting the first few sentences. ‘It was a cold and stormy night.’ No. Who starts with that anymore? ‘It was summer, the summer of my-’ Ugh I hate summer, it makes me think of flies. ‘It’s too bad that every love ends with heartbreak.” I’m not even writing a tragedy what? Well I could, but I’d feel terribly bad about it and would eventually end up writing a messy redemption arc with countless plot holes. Ew. I don’t know how long this cycle continued for until I was entirely fed up with everything. That’s a lie, it lasted for an hour and forty five minutes. I was obsessively checking the clock the entire time as though it held some secret answer to my writing dilemma, or the universe, or something. But it doesn’t and I’m all out of ideas, and motivation, and friends, and real romance, and potatoes, and milk, and hair ties, and- okay let’s stop. I shut down my laptop and put it in its bag. For a moment I thought that I could finish that painting I’ve been working on (the one that was ordered by that pretentious a- be nice), but the tedium deterred me. (It does have to be done in the next ten weeks though. I wish I would’ve just picked a struggle instead of being so ambitious.) Maybe a break is what I needed. That or a change of scenery. Both maybe. After standing up and almost falling right back down, I was reminded to eat, or that I haven’t eaten, or that I should go out somewhere to eat while I write! Genius, absolute. I practically ran to my room to get dressed to go. I could walk around and see if there’s anything to eat nearby, or I could just go to one of my regular spots. I had a hankering for adventure today, so I settled on the former. Cute clothing always boosts morale, so let's put some on. I also make sure that they’re comfortable. It’s important to be comfortable when you’re planning on staring at a computer screen for several (more) hours. 

It must’ve been divine intervention that made me want to go outside, because whilst in this cafe (which I never really noticed before) words have been pouring out of my mind. A hook, an exposition, a main character that I actually don’t hate, it seemed like all the stars were aligning in favor of me and this story. Well, all the stars that aren’t the male lead. I had written all the way up to when we meet him, but there he goes, pulling a disappearing act. Nestled in the corner of a cute and cozy cafe on a late autumn morning seemed like the perfect place to have a meet cute with the fragmented image of a male lead, but strangely, he was nowhere to be found. I scanned around the space for any inspiration. The cozy wooden tables and decorations paired with sleek black accents along the ceiling and other places gave the area a moody and romantic feel. The only problem was that there weren’t any moody or romantic people whose style I could rip off for my character. I gave up on my plan pretty fast. I had made plenty of progress already (or at least I gaslit myself into thinking so), so I chose instead to worry about whether or not I should get another one of those delicious sandwiches. Paninis. The food they served here was stupidly good, and maybe it could magically imbue some new ideas into my head. I decided on getting the chicken version of the sandwich (panini) I just had. While I ordered at the counter, my eyes wandered to a mini key lime tart seated behind the glass. I wondered for a second what their desserts tasted like, nestled all cozy in their display. It's what they specialize and advertise so I’m sure they’re delicious, but I needed an excuse to come back later, right? 

I settled into my seat, a new spot closer to the window this time, thinking that maybe a different view would help me to finally write in this character. His personality was already pretty much decided (it’s written in the notebook I have reserved for this book), but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what he was to look like. While pondering at my meal (sandwich (panini)), I heard the little cowbell on the door jingle and I instinctively looked up. I was joking earlier, but now I’m sure that some higher being brought me here because the man that just walked in was drop dead gorgeous. He was an absolute unit, his arm muscles unmistakably flexing in his short sleeved shirt (not that I was looking or anything (no, really they looked at me first). It was gray, which I usually wouldn’t like, but when it’s tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans fixed by a belt that matched the combat boots peeking from under them (the jeans), I waver just a bit. That’s all well and great, but the real kicker was when he glazed his eyes across the room. Oh my goodness his eyes. It felt like getting hit by a ton of bricks but if the bricks were made of metaphorical blue raspberry jell-o imbued with pure effervescence. It seemed like my fingers were floating when I wrote:

‘His eyes were blue when they met mine. I know it’s terribly cliche, but I couldn’t help but notice the cold, milky blue in his irises that melted away like a glacier when he looked to the floor. With gentle hands, he picked up my wallet, placing it in my hand that was, embarrassingly, frozen in place. I grasped it mindlessly as we both stood up. 

“Be careful not to drop it next time.” Not if you’re around to pick it up for me. 

“Yea.” I sounded pathetic. I felt pathetic. I looked pathetic as I watched him walk away, heart full of hopes, stomach full of butterflies, and head full of dreams.’ 

He walked right by me and I froze, the result of a sort of guilt for using him as a basis for someone in my novel. I tried to steal a discreet glance at him, but it was just my luck that he sat down in a cafe, by himself, with just one coffee, to do nothing. He wasn’t even on his phone. I immediately turned back around, not giving myself any time to see if he saw me or not because of course he did. He didn’t have anything else to look at (Wow, I sound so stuck up). I do my best to wrap up the paragraph I’m on and hide the embarrassment I feel towards this stranger that probably doesn’t even know I’m writing a paragraph about a girl falling in love with a fictitious version of him. I feel gross about it, but it’s not like I’m stalking him or anything, I just appropriated his likeness to write into my novel, which will be published, and people will (hopefully) read. I left before he did and on my way back I wondered why it was that I felt so guilty about it. It surely wasn’t the first time I pilfered a random name called by the barista at Starbucks, or stole the style of somebody I saw out of my window, or even took the words from a conversation I’d overheard for the sake of my writing. This time it felt a little more personal, maybe it’s because he was my type: tall, blonde, and built like a refrigerator. Whatever it was, I put it behind me by the time I got home. After all, it’s not like I’ll ever see him again. Now that chicken panini? That’s a different story.

Enter tomorrow morning, where I wake up refreshed, and early, and equipped with a name for our favorite love interest. Leon. It was a great name to give him, simple and iconic so the readers (and I) will remember it throughout the rest of the story. Also it goes great with the name Audrey. Audrey and Leon, star crossed lovers.  For a moment, the image of the guy from the coffee shop flashed through my mind, but that man’s name could never be Leon. I stretch my limbs, popping almost every joint in my body, before stepping into the shower and thinking about how his (the guy from yesterday’s) name probably starts with a J. He looked like a Jason, or maybe a Jamie. Definitely a Jamie. After I quickly jot down the name (Leon, not Jamie) into my notebook, which has gained more than a few stickers on the cover, I decide that now is the perfect time to go for a walk, maybe even a jog. It’s not often that I wake up feeling so great, so I have to take full advantage of it. Athletic leggings and a sleeveless top, something I don’t usually wear, but today we’re getting out of our box. I give a small thanks to laser hair removal as I put them on. The shirt matches the stripe in the leggings, which matches my shoes. I love how it matches. I also love how my leggings have a pocket on the side, and how it zips closed. I say another thanks to feminist clothing designers as I put my phone in said pocket before checking my ponytail once more in the mirror and leaving from my front door (like I have any other one). I make extra sure to lock it, turns out I hadn’t last time, which was scary, but thankfully inconsequential. 

The elevator to the lobby was filled with bliss. I even said hello to the receptionist on my way out of the building. I logged two miles around the park, half of which I actually jogged for. I sat on a bench, feeling accomplished and wondering if I should do another lap around, or maybe I should reward my excellence with a little treat, a chicken panini perhaps. I remembered those sweets they had on display at that shop (I can’t remember the name of it for the life of me) and decided that I’d rather die than not eat one of those this morning. I just did a run, I already worked off the calories, right? I did my best to perform a discreet smell check before heading that direction. I hummed lightly to myself all the way there, brainstorming ideas for how to progress my novel. It’d be cool if she found out his name by accident, like seeing it on his belongings, or overheating a friend say it, or something. That’s all fine and good, but the trope of saying ‘The name’s Leon’ still has a vice grip on me. I should've brought my notebook along. Then I could have written all this down. The friendly jingle of the door bell greeted me as I walked in the store. When I took my place in line, the focus of my thoughts shifted to which dessert I should get. Something with apples for sure. I love apples. They’re so refreshing and kinda earthy? There are so many kinds of apples, but they all taste similar somehow. I wonder why. I couldn’t pinpoint the reason before it was my turn to enthusiastically order an apple turnover (and a chai latte, I couldn’t help myself when I saw someone order one before me). I received the turnover in a little brown baggie and took a seat nearby to wait for my latte. While waiting, I pondered the second meeting of our (my) favorite protagonists and if Jamie is getting another medium black coffee right now. Wait, Jamie? I snapped myself back into reality as I watched (the man that I secretly dubbed) Jamie walk into the store and towards the ordering counter. I hadn’t expected him to be here again today, or at least that’s what I told myself because I couldn’t admit the possibility of him being a regular here. He probably was. I had (thankfully) barely started my thought spiral when my name was called at the counter. I mindlessly walked up and grabbed my cup. What a coincidence, I walked to the counter just in time to witness Jamie order a medium coffee with cream, but no sugar. I looked at him for a second, one second too long apparently. He looked at me (with those eyes, those infuriatingly gorgeous ones that made me sacrifice my writing morals to make the male lead have ones the exact same color) and smiled. He smiled at me, a knowing one as though he knew something I didn’t. Did he? Probably. I returned it along with a polite nod, then tried my best to exit the store with my dignity intact. Unfortunately, fate had different plans. I had barely taken a couple steps away when I heard a voice call out to me.

“Hey wait up!” It was him. I know it was, I just heard him order his coffee. His voice sounds like coffee, rich and smooth. I turn around, putting on my best I-definitely-didn’t-plan-to-write-a-whole-book-about-you face.

“Yea?” I can’t get over how perfect he looks. It feels illegal for a man to have such flawless skin and- scar? Why would he have a-

“Hey um, I just couldn’t help but notice you at the cafe earlier. Well I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna meet up for a chat there sometime?” I would die for this man. It was something about the way he said it, or maybe he’s just using his evil eye powers to hypnotize me because I feel like I could never say no to him and I have an alarming lack of qualms about it. 

“Yea- Yea, um I think that’d be nice! Well, my name is _ and I’ll look forward to meeting you- uhh…” I gave him that please-tell-me-your-name look that people do when they want to finish their sentence. He laughed a bit. Well, more like a lighthearted exhale, but I say it counts.

“Leon. It’s Leon” Oh. My. God. Oh no. Oh dear.

“Leon, Okay! Do you, uhh” I moved the bag that held my pastry to be precariously secured by the hand that held my latte in order to grab my phone from my pocket. 

“Oh, yeah, let me put my number in.” Leon gently took it from my hand when I held it out to him (he also scrambled my brain by making me try to figure out how his hands could simultaneously feel like clouds and alligators). I watched him type his name, then his number. All my thoughts must’ve gotten scared and hidden away, because my head feels empty as  a helium balloon. I clumsily receive my phone back once he’s done, looking at the name ‘Leon S. Kennedy’, then back at him. He’s so gorgeous and he’s just standing there, smiling, but not like an idiot (I’m the one smiling like that), he’s more like, a reassuring fireman. 

“I’ll see you around then?” I barely registered that he was talking to me. It felt like I was having a semi-lucid dream where once I wake up, I realize my entire life until now was just a figment of my imagination. 

“Yea.” I sounded pathetic. I felt pathetic. I looked pathetic as I watched him walk away, head full with dreams, heart full with hopes, and stomach fluttering with butterflies. 

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I am so dead.

[bookishbethanyerin]

• the temptation of magic •

If you’re ready for some 🍂autumn vibes🍂, then look no further than The Temptation if Magic: it’s dark academia meets urban fantasy meets art-centric murder mystery.

The first book in a new series, Megan Scott introduces us to a world where supernatural creatures live amongst mortals and are policed by a force called the Wake that is led by empyreals – deadly detective shapeshifter who take on the form of whatever will most effectively kill their prey and close the case.

Our main character, Nicole, is an empyreal who is evading her first transformation so that she isn’t forced to work for the Wake – an organization her mother died trying to take down. But when Nicole’s art school professor is murdered, the Wake’s most deadly empyreal, Kyan, comes to town. And they can’t stay away from each other.

The story is a bit of a slow burn across the board as we learn about the empyreals, the secrets Nicole’s mother died to protect, and Kyan’s background, but the writing is moody and atmospheric, the world and mystery are engrossing, and the tension between Nicole and Kyan is delicious. And when the plot starts to really move, the stakes go sky high.

Though this is very much the first book in a series, I really enjoyed this, and have often found myself thinking about the story and Megan Scott’s cinematic blend of dark academia, mystery, and fantasy as well as the promise this series holds – I have a feeling book two will be absolutely brutal in the best way.

4🌟

1.75🌶️

[marblecarved-aa]

@prioriincantatem​ sent a question: “ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ” / alastor to tonks !

source: autumn / halloween sentence starters.

❝ Enough ? ❞ and with a scandalized gasp, Tonks brings the travel mugs close to her chest as though it something precious; The blend of spices so close to her nose prompt it to scrunch but, as he turns his head in her direction, Tonks is quick to turn her expression back to that facetiously outraged frown — though she is sure that, with that all-seeing eye of his, Moody did not miss the nose scrunch. ❝ Enough pumpkin spice ? ❞ and she brings one mug forward, shaking it as though to emphasize her question, yet not quite expecting an answer. Tonks discovered the drink ( a popular one during this time of the year, as she found out ) while being just out of work, and has not stopped getting her fill since. And, of course, being her new favorite drink — she thought it a genius idea to get one for Moody to try, hence the two travel mugs in her hands. The only bonus she is getting out this conversation is that her hands now are warm, deliciously so, enough to make her reconsider giving him his own at all, if that'll mean warm hands. Tonks' laugh chuffs out her mouth, her hair turning blue to accompany own provoked amusement. ❝ Sorry, ❞ and she means it, despite her laughter. Tonks places the mug on his desk, away from documents and files ( pumpkin spice smelling Ministry documents are not something Tonks wants, thank you very much ! ) and places a hand on her hip, à la Molly Weasley. ❝ I thought it was time for a break, ❞ they have been over these documents long enough to warrant that, at least for a few minutes ! Her smile is a half-turned corner of her mouth, and she points at his mug with her own. ❝ Just try it, ❞ she hopes that'll be enough to excuse the overpowering smell of spice in their office.

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

The Mists of Culloden -- Part 2

AU!Robert Sheehan x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2099 Warnings: frightening images involving a fire

Welcome to my spooky little four-part story to coincide with my Sheehanoween event! I hope you stick around and check it out, and reblog if you enjoy! :)

Part One

Part Two

The next day, Rob was back at work and you spent a chunk of the afternoon reading a book on the sofa in the sitting room.  The sunshine streamed through the windows, and it was such a lovely autumn day that you couldn’t help but reflect for a moment on how relaxed you felt, and how lucky you were to be cozied up on the couch, just enjoying life. After a while your eyelids started to droop, and you set the book down and stretched, feeling all tension leave your limbs, yawning contentedly. In the light of day, the spooky events of the previous evening seemed distant, and when you reflected on them, they seemed almost silly.  You were still turning the thoughts over in your mind when you dozed off.

It was hot. Blazing hot.  The air was thick with billowing smoke.  The screams of dying men pierced your ears.  It was pitch black and you could see nothing; no source of the heat or smoke, nor the source of the screams. You were running away, but from what? You ran until you reached a stone wall and you felt for a door or a window.  Nothing. You followed the wall until you reached the end, and turned left to follow the perpendicular wall.    You coughed and retched, barely able to breathe.  You followed the wall until your feet bumped some stairs.  You slowly ascended, stumbling blindly, the heat and the smoke worsening as you climbed.  You reached a heavy wooden door that was not fully closed, and you pushed it open.  You gaped in horror at the scene before you. The house was fully engulfed in flames, and you were literally frozen with panic.  There was nowhere to go.  Suddenly, a hand clamped down on your arm from behind you.  You turned, and saw that a woman had grabbed you, and she was shrieking.  "Help me! Heeelp meeee…“  Her hair was on fire and her skin was bubbling in some places and blackening in others.  As you stared at her in terror, one of her eyeballs burst and oozed from a black socket.  You began to scream, and scream and scream….

"Babe! Wake up! Hey!” Rob was shaking you, yelling your name.  You snapped awake, and fell off the couch in a tumble of throw pillows and blankets. You stared up at him for a moment as reality slowly took the place of the terror from your dream.  You were shaking. Rob was kneeling beside you on the ground, alarm painting his beautiful face. He brushed the hair away from your face. “Darlin’, are you okay?”

“Oh god.  Robbie I-- I had the most horrible dream!”

“Jesus darlin’.” He breathed, and sat back on his heels, running a hand through his curls anxiously. “When I walked in you were sound asleep, but then you started thrashing about and-- babe, you started screaming.  It took me a minute to wake you. It scared the shit outta me.“

"It was horrible. I was in some sort of cellar, and it was dark and people were crying and shouting.  I made it upstairs and the whole house was in flames.  Then a woman grabbed me and she was on fire, and I had nowhere to go…and god, she was burning...” You broke off, trembling.

Rob gathered you into his arms. “Oh luv, that sounds awful. It’s over now. It was just a dream. It’s alright.”

“It seemed so real!” you cried, the remnants of the nightmare still at the forefront of your mind.

He peppered your face with kisses and smoothed your hair.  "I’m here now. Everything is okay..“

Rob’s calming effect on you was working, and you began to relax. "I can’t say for sure, but I’m pretty sure it was this house.”

“Oh darlin’, you had that scare last night, so your mind is probably just thinking nasty thoughts. It doesn’t look like there’s been a fire here.”

“I don’t know.” You stood up and scrubbed your face with your hands in an attempt to shake off the dream. “But I really want to find someone who can tell us a bit about this house.”

Rob nodded in agreement.  "We will. We’ll go find someone on my next day off.“

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You spent the evening burying yourself under a protective cover of normalcy, but the dream stayed with you.  You couldn’t stop seeing the burning woman’s face, and you couldn’t keep those screams out of your head.  You sat at the dinner table and began to rub your temples.  Rob had finished clearing the supper dishes and came around to hug you. 

"You’re thinking so loudly I can almost hear you,” he said into your hair.  "You shouldn’t dwell on it too much.  Old houses have a way of getting under your skin.  Shit– Scotland can get under your skin.“

That surprised you.  "I thought you loved Scotland.”

“I do,” he said.  "But there is so much tragic history here, especially here at Culloden. Plus the weather can be moody and the landscape can seem pretty bleak.  It’s like there is a veil of melancholy that is barely perceptible, but it’s everywhere.“

You nodded, understanding.  You recalled your stop in Edinburgh before continuing north to the highlands, and your visit to Mary King’s Close; the underground passageway where plague victims were left to die like rats, and you shuddered at the memory.  But that was only one example; Scotland had been a place of persecution and sadness for over a millennia.

"When I was a kid,” Rob continued, “I would come to Scotland to visit some cousins from time to time. There were always ghost stories, and the subject wasn’t considered very taboo like it is in other places.  It was generally accepted.”

“Is Ireland very different, though?” you smiled.  You loved hearing Robbie reminisce, and when he spoke of his memories the present seemed to fall away as he reinhabited those old thoughts.

“Believe it or not, yes.  We all hear the stories about the bansidhe or banshees, or of faeries that would steal babies.  And yeah, Ireland has its sprawling manors and castles that have ghosts of their own.  But there’s something different about Scotland.”

“Yeah, I think I see what you mean now,” you said.

Rob studied you for a moment before commenting.  "I don’t like the idea of you being here alone so much.  Maybe tomorrow you should get out a bit.  Go to Inverness and do some shopping.  Have lunch on Loch Ness and look for the monster.“

You laughed.  "That’ll be great for my mental state.  Flee a haunted house to look for a legendary lake monster.”

Rob smirked.  "Hey, do what you have to do.  They’re both nearby.  You liked those Outlander novels so much, go look for standing stone circles.“

"Alright, alright,” you chuckled.  "I’ll try to get out tomorrow.“

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That night you slept rather uneasily.  Despite Rob’s efforts to wear you out (you joked to him afterward that you suspected he had fractured your pelvis), you tossed and turned.  You continued to torture yourself with horrifying images from your dream, and your mind seemed to be afraid of shutting down for fear of revisiting the gruesome past.  

Despite the fact that you were groggy and out of sorts the following day, you took Rob’s advice and hired a car to take you to Inverness.  You walked the cobblestone streets, poked into shops and bookstores, and enjoyed a delicious cafe lunch. It was a  lovely city.  On the way home, you asked the driver to detour south to Loch Ness.  You walked down to a section of the rocky shore and sat for a while.  While you didn’t see a monster, it was a beautiful place and the water calmed you.

On the way back, you stopped at Clava Cairn, a standing stone circle and cairn a bit southeast of Culloden, and probably served as the inspiration for the stone circle in the books you enjoyed.  The site was deserted, and you were free to stroll among the 4000 year-old stones, gently touching them, relishing in the connection between the present and the distant past.  Despite the fact that the central cairn was a burial site, you felt no sadness there, only peace.

You returned home feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.  Rob came home shortly afterward, and you told him all about your day.  He was thrilled that you had taken his advice and had such a nice time.  Your lightened mood lasted the rest of the evening, and that night you slept soundly.

The next two days passed without incident.  Rob promised to take you to Culloden moor on his next day off, and the two of you set off after breakfast.  The battlefield was a short 20 minute walk away, and you strolled hand-in-hand, enjoying the crisp air.  The battlefield itself was a sobering place, and when you first laid eyes on it you felt a pang of sadness.

"I know,” Rob said, reading your expression.  “This ground is seeped with loss and grief.”

He led you to the Visitor’s Centre, where a friendly middle-aged woman looked up over a pair of reading glasses as you entered.

“Hallo there,” she said and smiled kindly.

“Hello,” said Rob.  "We were hoping you could give us some information about a house we’re staying in, just up the road.“

"Ah, you’ll be here for the film then. I’m Peggy.”

"It’s lovely to meet you Peggy,” you said.  "We’re the Sheehans. We’re staying at the house just up the road; number 129.“

"Och aye, I know that place,” she said. “Quite a bit of history there.”

“Really? Is there anything you can tell us about it?” Rob asked.

Peggy nodded.  "I believe the current structure was built around 1780.“

"The current structure?” Rob replied. “There was a house there before?”

“Aye,” she said.  "There was an older house there before, but it burned.  The newer house was built upon the foundation of the previous dwelling.“

You blanched and Rob glanced at you, shocked.  Peggy smiled.

"I take it the old ghosts are acting up?” she asked.

“Ghosts?” you replied.

“Aye, everyone knows the place is haunted.  You wouldna be the first people to come round here asking about it.”

“What happened there?” asked Rob.

She shook her head sadly. “Terrible things.  After the battle here in 1746, the house was where a number of surviving Jacobite rebels sought refuge.  It didna take long for the English to hunt them down.  They actually promised the rebels safe-haven if they surrendered, only to line them up and shoot them after they exited the house.  Many were too badly wounded to exit on their own, and some just didna trust the soldiers, so they hid in the cellar.  The English barred the doors and set fire to the house, where everyone inside either burned alive or died from the smoke. The woman who owned the house and was aiding the rebels perished with the rest.”

You gasped, and Rob covered his mouth with his hands. “That’s horrifying,” you said.  "Those poor people.“

"Aye,” Peg said.  "Such was life for the Scots after the defeat. It continued for many years. The English punished them severely for the uprising, even people who had nothing to do wi’ it. The English werna interested in blame– they were making a point. They wanted to show all of Scotland what happened to people who dared challenge their authority.“ 

“I hope you don’t think I’m crazy,” you said. “But on our first night there, I saw a figure on the front lawn. It scared me half to death.”

“Aye, that must have been a shock,” she said sympathetically. “I canna say one way or another that you saw a spirit, but it doesna seem unlikely. Strange things have happened round here for as long as I can remember.”

You exchanged a look with your husband.  What were you supposed to do with that?

You thanked Peggy for the information with as much composure you could muster, and left the visitor center numb with shock. You grabbed Rob’s arm the moment you were out of earshot. “What the fuck?” you hissed. “My dream. All the weird shit. What is going on?”

“I dunno,” he said. “But I do know that I don’t want you staying there alone.” He hugged you close, and you could feel that his body was tense with worry. “We’re in this together; filming be damned. We’ll figure this out.”

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I feel like books are sort of seasonal sometimes, what books do you read in autumn/winter? I need suggestions/inspiration. Thank you

this is quite late so i’m very sorry for this! i don’t have very distinct ‘seasons’ when i read; the lines tend to blur year by year and what i find seasonal sometimes has very little to do with the content. 

that said, i like softly melancholic, reflective books in and around autumn time: etel adnan’s paris when it’s naked, saadi youssef’s nostalgia, my enemy, or w.g. sebald’s the rings of saturn. there’s also ocean vuong’s on earth we’re briefly gorgeous, jan kochanowski’s laments, autumn by ali smith, spill simmer falter wither by sara baume (i did not like this book but it’s a dislike that has absolutely zero reasoning and that i can’t even understand, so it’s being included because of all the reasons i know i should have liked it), yu xuanji’s the clouds float north, anna kamienska’s a nest of quiet and in that great river: a notebook, or confabulations by john berger, may sarton’s  journal of a solitude, rilke’s letters to a young poet, hermann hesse’s demian and steppenwolf, the poetry of czeslaw milosz. and keats, too, of course.

as for winter, there’s a list of some winter reads here, but usually it depends on what i’m looking for. dark and delicious is one mood–for this: mary shelley’s frankenstein or stoker’s dracula. see also: angela carter, edgar allen poe, daphne du maurier, carmen maria machado or kelly link or catherynne m. valente.

or turbulent, moody, smoky: wuthering heights by emily bronte, the thirteenth tale by diane setterfield, beowulf (trans. seamus heaney), macbeth (of course)

for deep, simmering interiority–t.s. eliot’s the wasteland and other poems–or one bordering on the claustrophobic, as in jean rhys, or norah lange’s the people in the room, sarah kane’s plays or eimear mcbride’s a girl is a half-formed thing, ralph ellison’s invisible man.

or simply something big and/or immersive and thoughtful: my current read this year is traveller of the century by andres neuman, but there’s also: if on a winter’s night, a traveller by italo calvino, suite francaise by irene nemirovsky, the master and margarita by mikhail bulgakov, second-hand time by svetlana alexievich (this feels to me like a ‘border’ read: can do winter or autumn, the same goes for joseph brodsky’s watermark, the same for antonio porchia’s voices) .

while we’re on the immersive: more or less most things by dostoevsky. try also marina tsvetaeva’s bride of ice, vladimir mayakovsky, vera pavlova, alexander blok, or pushkin (i love his collected stories) 

or for something cool and restrained, language that rings clear as a bell: vasko popa, ingeborg bachmann, inger christensen, stig dagerman, anne carson, sylvia plath also strikes me as a distinctly ‘winter’ voice.

i hope you find something here that is to your liking, and apologies again for the delay x

[dansnaturepictures]

06/02/2020-Moon tonight 

I have taken a few pictures this winter with the moon a little fuller than this in nights and mornings and I had been wondering when I next might photograph it with it getting fuller and fuller these last few days. As I walked home I saw this moon looking delicious in the sky. I had thought I would wait until tomorrow to try a picture of it as I intend to take my bridge camera (which I use for moon pictures now as I find it focuses and takes them very well compared to any of my efforts with my DSLR camera before) to work again for my February visit or at least first February visit to try for Peregrine pictures and some of sings of spring I have been noticing on lunch breaks and possibly others. 

But when I arrived home the moon looked equally as tempting in the pitch black sky as it did in the pre dusk blue as I walked to Winchester railway station so I just could not resist taking this photo from the door step before going about my evening. Thinking about it in that sky just before it got dark blue is a great image I shall take forward, I may even be tempted to try and photograph it in that before I board the train tomorrow too but I shall see how I feel. It also makes me feel very optimistic for spring despite winterery weather coming over the next few days as whilst winter doesn’t seem to have been here long as the clock caries on spinning around its all of a sudden not quite dark as I leave the office now and it certainly won’t be tomorrow when I finish half an hour earlier. This coupled with a few signs of spring I have observed as I have said and hope to be talking more about tomorrow does make me feel spring is near. In truth it might have not seemed long ago I was capturing autumn leaves on sunny and some moody days with my bridge camera work trips and summery days before that, but the winter weeks where in most cases I have not taken photos between Sunday and Saturday something quite rare for me nowadays have naturally felt long so the release for more hopeful times is finally building for me and that makes me feel great. 

[thewritewolf]

Rekindle Chapter 5 - Baking

While getting settled in to watch some movies, Marinette and Chat Noir bake some cookies for snacking.

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“Really? That’s why your coworkers are mad at you? Seems like a really stupid thing to keep a grudge over.” Chat Noir sipped at the tea Marinette had made for him, holding the mug very carefully to avoid scratching it was his clawed gloves.

“I know, right?! So I had one bad day two years ago and they will still barely talk to me.” She sighed. “I’ve already started looking around for other internships. Even if I don’t get better pay, it’ll at least be nice not to be a social outcast.”

It had been sweet of Chat Noir to listen to her vent for the last… three hours, she realized with a wince as she glanced at her clock. When had Chat Noir become so patient? Her experience with him from Ladybug’s perspective was a hothead who rushed into things without thinking. There had been times where she had to worry more about reining in his more moody episodes than fighting the akuma of the day. Yet here he was, letting her get all her frustrations off her chest while being as supportive as ever.

“It definitely isn’t fair, purrincess. But I think I know what will cheer you up…” She tilted her head to the side as he stretched for the gift box he’d brought. Holding up the dvds, he grinned at her, “...movie night!”

“Hm… sounds good, but missing something.” She tapped her chin for added effect.

“And what’s that?”

“We’ll need snacks. Lots of them.” She caught him glancing towards the last remnants of their dinner. “Pasta is not movie food, chaton, not even delicious pasta.” He puffed his chest out at her off-handed compliment. “How does sugar cookies sound to you?”

“I’ll defer to your superior movie day expertise.” They stood at the same time, but Chat Noir hesitated. “It’s, uh… been awhile since I’ve made cookies. Like, years. So I’ll follow your lead on this one.”

“Well, it’s good for you that I practically grew up baking delicious treats.” She started pulling out all the ingredients she’d need. “Sugar cookies really aren’t that hard, so I’ll just whip up the batter myself. You can help roll them out into balls before we put them in the oven.”

Chat Noir sighed dramatically, holding aloft his chef’s hat. Even after three hours of talking, she didn’t know why he’d brought it besides being a dork. “Ah, from head chef to mere bystander. How the mighty have fallen.”

“Well since you seem so familiar with my kitchen, you can get the pan out and greased while I’m going this.”

“Yes, chef!” Despite the crisp salute, he moved leisurely and hummed a song that Marinette couldn’t quite place while he worked. She was still stirring when he was finished and watching her expectantly.

She stared pointedly at his hands. “Those gauntlets come off, Chat?”

“Yes…? Oh, right. Probably don’t want me rolling cookies in these, do you?” He chuckled to himself as he undid some latch underneath the bulky gloves and Marinette blinked as she realized that this was the first time she’d ever seen her partners bare hands.

They weren’t what she had expected, although she wasn’t aware she even had expectations of what he looked like outside the suit. Since Chat was always a wild child and full of life, she had expected maybe some scars or calluses. Maybe a tan from long days outside. Instead, they looked… soft and well manicured. No sign of rough usage or long healed injuries. The hands of someone who took their looks seriously, and stayed out of trouble. She realized she was staring and quickly looked down at what she was stirring as Chat Noir went to wash his hands.

The rest of the process was spent in companionable quiet and between the two of them all the dough was rolled and flattened in no time at all. Even with her distracted by his bare hands - she’d already been proven wrong twice about her long standing assumptions about him. What else could she have incorrectly assumed?

Once she set the pan in the oven, she asked, “So… want to play a game to pass the time?”

As expected, that got his interest. Though he tried to hide the excitement in his voice, she could see it in his eyes and by the swishing of his tail. “Sure! What did you have in mind?”

“Well, some sweetheart just got me some new sketchbooks, so I was thinking we could do kind of like a drawing charades? We draw something and the other person has to guess what it is. Every three correct answers and we’ll swap positions. Sound good?”

“Sounds purr-fect.” When she pushed the book over to him, he shook his head and pushed it back. “Host gets first turn. Even I know that rule.”

WIth the help of a random word generator, she began sketching the first object. She didn’t make it far from the symmetrical design before Chat Noir made his guess.

“Butterfly?” He grinned. “I’d rather leave work at work, if you don’t mind, Marinette.”

“Okay, fair enough. Butterfly was probably too easy a start. What about this…” She quickly jotted out an outline with four legs, whiskers, and a tail.

He snickered. “Really? Its a cat. No? What else could it - oh, a kitten.”

“Almost got you there, Chat. Can’t get too cocky. Last one before we switch.”

“Uhh, a circle. A pancake? No. Soup with sprinkles?” She looked at where he was hovering over her shoulder and raised her eyebrow. “What? It could happen. Cake with candles.” She gestured for him to continue. “...Oh! Birthday cake.”

“Good job. Now,” she passed the sketchbook and phone with the word generator to him, only now noticing how close he’d gotten, “Your turn.”

He took the offered pencil sheepishly. “Okay, just keep in mind I’m not as good at drawing as you.”

“And that’s part of the challenge for me.” She glanced at the clock. Still a while to go until the cookies were done. “Start when you’re ready.”

His first drawing was a crowd of people just barely above stick figure quality, but what tipped her off was how there was two bigger ones and a smaller one - which lead her to the correct guess of family. Next he made a long-sleeved shirt with surprisingly good detail. The two of them had gone through her fall clothing sketchbooks before. Was that where he learned to draw sweaters? The last one had been more abstract, but his little forest scene made more sense when he doodled wind and falling leaves. In hindsight, autumn should have been obvious.

“Alright, my turn again.” She hesitated for a moment before turning the page, savoring the little drawings Chat had made before starting her turn.

With only a single rectangle to go off of Chat Noir began guessing. “Box!” She added z’s coming off of it. “Tired box. Sleeping box. Bed!”

She took quick break to laugh before turning to him incredulously. “Sleeping box?!”

“I remembered the word eventually,” he grumbled. “Did I at least get it right?”

“No, but you’re close. Let’s see if this helps…” She drew another rectangle around the box and he finally got it.

“Oh! Pillow!”

She nodded and started work on her next drawing. It didn’t take long for him to figure out ‘gloves’, especially since she just copied his suit’s. Just as she reached for her phone to go for another round, she saw the time.

“Cookies should be done now, so that’s the end of the game.” She saw a brief look of disappointment on Chat Noir’s face. “Don’t worry, we can always play again some other time.”

“I’ll hold you to that. At least sugar cookies are a good reason to stop.” He took a deep breath as she took them out of the oven. “Ahhhh… delicious.”

She giggled, “You haven’t even had any!”

“Well, it’s a dupain-cheng baked good, so it goes without saying.”

“Such a flatterer.”

“I don’t hear you denying it.”

“And that’s because it’s true. Doesn’t make you any less of a flatterer for bringing it up.” She set the platter of cookies on the table. “Don’t eat all those while I’m gone. I’m going to scrounge up a bunch of pillows and blankets. Can you get ready to start the movies while I’m looking?”

“Sure.”

It took awhile for her to find where she’d stashed all of it. After all, it had been months, if not a full year since she’d needed to pull out extra pillows and blankets. Which made her stop and really think. Had it been so long since she’d had anyone stay over? She’d gotten into such an exhausting routine at work, she hadn’t even realized. By the time she came back, Chat Noir was lounging on her couch, eyes closed and hands behind his head. The television wasn’t even on, much less set up. She narrowed her eyes at him and walked towards him.

He cracked open one eye and grinned at her. “Hey, purrincess. Find everything- ack!” His sentence was cut off when she dumped everything onto him and jumped on top of it. “Hey! I was laying here!”

She coyly looked down at him, being sure to open her eyes in mock surprise. “Oh! Sorry. I must not have noticed you there.” She smiled sweetly at him. “I’m comfortable. Are you ready to watch some movies.”

“Ha ha, very funny. Get off and I’ll start them.”

She jumped off of him and while he was busy with the dvd player, Marinette unfolded the blankets and strategically placed some pillows while pulling up the table to put the cookies on. By the time he was done, she was under the blankets and holding them up for him. He slipped in after turning off the lights and their marathon began.

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The light of the credits provided scant illumination for the room. Despite eating all the sugar cookies, the two of them were feeling drained after the long day and relaxing in front of the television. Marinette was barely able to keep her eyes open. She’d long since given up the struggle to sitting up straight and she was leaning against Chat Noir, her head was resting on his shoulder. As sleepy as she felt that she was, she knew that Chat was doing even worse, since he’d already nodded off a couple times during the last movie. She pulled herself away from Chat, only now noticing that his arm had snaked around her at some point during the last few hours. Stretching, she stood and gently nudged him.

“Chat? It’s pretty late and it doesn’t feel right to send you out when you’re this tired. You want to crash here?”

Yawning, he replied, “If that’s alright with you, yeah.”

“C’mon, I’ll show you to the guest room. Grab some of those pillows and blankets and make yourself comfortable.”

He shambled after her, only reluctantly still awake before collapsing onto the guest bed. No sooner had she closed the door than a flash of green light appeared under the door. Her heart fluttered for a moment - on the other side of the door was whoever Chat Noir actually was. She stood still for a few long heartbeats before his snoring broke her out of it.

“Goodnight, kitty,” she whispered before heading to bed herself.

[alexthegamingboy]

Toonami Weekly Recap 12/07/2019 (The Forge Edition, Week 5)

My Hero Academia Shie Hassaikai Arc Season 4 EP#68 (05) - Let's Go, Gutsy Red Riot: Eijiro and pro hero Fat Gum do battle with criminals while on patrol. However, the villains utilize drugs that can stop and boost Quirks and gain the upper hand. Eijiro must go beyond his limits to stop them.

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind EP#06 - Moody Blues' Counterattack: A flashback details Abbacchio's past. He was once an honest police officer, but he began accepting bribes from a thug who then killed his partner, ending his police career. He later joined Passione after being approached by Bucciarati. Back in the present, Abbacchio uses his Stand Moody Blues to replay the last five minutes of Narancia's actions. Abbacchio and Bucciarati deduce that the enemy Stand, Soft Machine, has the power to deflate opponents like balloons and pull them into small spaces. Abbacchio suspects that there is one more mystery behind Soft Machine's power, and allows himself to be captured as well, leaving Bucciarati a trail of blood showing where the Stand user is hiding. Bucciarati floods the yacht and causes it to sink, forcing the Stand user, Mario Zucchero, to emerge. Zucchero is revealed to have been hiding inside a second yacht which he had deflated with his power and laid over the first. Bucciarati incapacitates Zucchero by unzipping his head from his body, rescuing the others in the process.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba EP#08 - The Smell of Enchanting Blood: The newly-turned demon goes on a rampage, forcing Tanjiro to subdue him and giving Muzan the opportunity to slip away, although not before hearing Tanjiro vow to find him again. Police arrive and attempt to pull Tanjiro off, but he is helped by a nearby demon, Tamayo, and her companion Yushiro. While she is a demon, Tamayo is also a doctor and hence believes in the sanctity of human life. She gives the siblings refuge in her house, hidden from prying eyes by Yushiro's Blood Demon Art, and explains how as every demon contains Muzan's blood, their whereabouts and movements can be tracked by him: should they mention him to anyone, their cells will be destroyed — this is called "the Kibutsuji curse". Tamayo reveals how after 200 years of relentless research, she has finally managed to undo Kibutsuji's curse on her and gain the ability to turn humans into demons, although this procedure is only performed on patients that are nearing the end of their lives and choose that path, Yushiro being one of them. She has also tweaked her and Yushiro's body so that they need to survive only with a little amount of human blood, purchased as blood transfusions. Tanjiro agrees to work with Tamayo to develop a cure for Nezuko, promising to let her study his sister's blood and bring blood from powerful demons related closely to Muzan for her research. Meanwhile, Muzan sends two demons, Susamaru with temari balls, and Yahaba with eyes with arrows for pupils on his palms, to find and kill Tanjiro.

One-Punch Man 2 EP#09 (21) - The Troubles of the Strongest: Bakuzan recognizes Saitama as the one who defeated him, but Saitama kills Bakuzan in one punch. Saitama formally introduces himself to Suiryu as a hero and explains that he joined the martial arts tournament to find the hero hunter (Garou) as well as experience martial arts. Saitama plans to leave but Suiryu begs Saitama to not to because Gouketsu is out there, but Saitama ignores him. Suiryu hears multiple blows and crashes, and thinks Saitama is killed when Gouketsu's decapitated head lands in front of him. Saitama returns and asks Suiryu to not tell anyone what happened, and Suiryu asks if he could become a hero. Saitama agrees, since a nobody like himself can become a hero but when Suriyu asks to be Saitama's disciple, Saitama declines. Puri Puri Prisoner manages to defeat a demon-level monster called Free Hugger by hugging it so tightly that it explodes. Puri Puri Prisoner receives a call that his cell mates were captured by monsters. While walking after talking to C Class Water Gun, Saitama has an existential crisis by reflecting that his experience with martial arts and in the Hero Association has still left him bored. King meets up with Saitama and tries to explain that Saitama was so focused on being the strongest hero, he lost track of himself and should aim to be the best hero. Saitama declines, saying that it sounds boring but just when he gives up hope King offers to play against Saitama using only two fingers, rekindling Saitama's drive. Garou is defeated by Watchdog Man due to the unpredictable fighting style of Watchdog Man (his fighting style is more based on that of a wild beast, which Garou has no counter for) but is filled with adrenaline on what he can learn. Garou sees King, and is about to hit him when Saitama kicks Garou into a concrete wall. Saitama mentions that there are news of a hero hunter, and can't wait to meet him. Genos is taken in for repairs to Dr. Kuseno, and Sonic is training when he is attacked by two very powerful ninja warriors named Gale Wind and Hellfire Flame, who offer Sonic monster cells to become stronger. Sonic plans to eat the monster cells, but due to him cooking the monster cells he doesn't undergo transformation and has diarrhea instead. S Class Hero Rank 8 Zombieman sees Martial Gorilla, and is about to follow him when Armored Gorilla encounters Martial Gorilla. Armored Gorilla knocks Martial Gorilla unconscious, and Zombieman decides to follow Armored Gorilla instead. Bang and Bomb talk about Garou, and a monster infiltrates a member of the Hero Association to give them a message.

Dr. Stone Village Games Arc EP#15 -The Culmination of Two Million Years: As a result of Chrome passing out before the final match, Senku is declared as Ruri's husband but immediately divorces her once he gets the alcohol he needs. After working over the night, the gang finally complete their sulfa drug and give it to Ruri. With Ruri's illness revealed to be pneumonia, the sulfa drugs proves to be effective and Ruri makes a full recovery. As thanks, Senku is declared the new chief of the village, which is revealed to be named Ishigami Village, after which Ruri reveals that she knew of Senku beforehand.

Fire Force EP#18 - The Secrets of Pyrokinesis: Karim and Konro visit Company 8's firehouse to share information with Obi and Hibana about the Knights of the Ashen Flame whome they call White-Clad. Meanwhile, Victor Licht encounters Joker while gathering evidence from around Vulcan's workshop following the fight against Sho, and they discuss Shinra's fire powers. Licht discloses to Company 8 the clues he found to White-Clad's possible location but Hibana is still wary of his true intentions. Meanwhile, Shinmon Benimaru begins training Shinra and Arthur, and puts them through rigorous training to improve their raw combat skills. Following advice from Licht and Benimaru, Shinra begins to efficiently control his flying abilities and develops hand signs, which can focus his blasts into a fast, concentrated burst.

Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma Totsuki Autumn Election Arc EP#21 - That Which Is Known Yet Unknown: Soma awakens from his nap when he senses that his spice and vegetable infused rice is cooked to perfection. Meanwhile, Megumi brings out a monkfish for her dish, having learnt how to butcher it in order to help her family. With the cooking period over, the judging soon begins with a harsh panel of judges giving most of the students low scores. In Group B, Nao Sadatsuka, a somewhat creepy girl with an obsession with Erina, presents an extremely pungent laksa dish made using kusaya that secretly carries a delicious flavor under its strong odor, scoring 84 points as a result. Meanwhile, Erina's secretary and childhood friend Hisako Arato, who Nao has a rivalry with, presents a mutton curry made using medicinal cuisine which undoes the curse-like effects of Nao's curry, scoring 92 points.

Lupin the 3rd Part 5 Enzo Bron Arc Finale EP#24 - Viva Lupin III: When Enzo refuses to take down Lupin's PeopleLog posts, the United States and its allies launch an all-out attack on Shake Handz to prevent a worldwide political crisis. Calling on the aid of his old friends Rebecca Rosselini and Diana Archer, Lupin storms the Shake Handz headquarters to save Fujiko and Ami. Enzo is taken completely by surprise, shaking his faith in his creation. Lupin gives Fujiko his long over-due answer concerning their relationship, saying that he loves her and takes off his own mask. The four of them escape the collapsing building, during which Enzo renews his family bond with Ami. The series concludes with the world returning to normal, and Lupin's fame boosted by his recent exploits. Albert flees with Enzo's assistant Ling to exploit PeopleLog's capacities for his own purposes, while Ami and Enzo are sheltered by Zenigata, who gladly continues his never ending chase of Lupin and his gang.

Black Clover: Elf Tribe Reincarnation Arc EP#97 - Overwhelming Disadvantage: Yami's attack cuts Charlottes in half, damaging the buildings but saving the city. Charlotte retreats with Marx and Owen. The damage to the city breaks open the magical prison and Gueldre Poizot escapes along with Revchi Salik, the disgraced magic knight who once tried to steal Yuno's Grimoire. An elf possessed knight attacks, forcing them to work together. They manage to bind his magic with Revchi's magic binding chains and then escape. The elf possessing Luck almost kills Noelle and Kirsch as their defence is ineffective against Luck's new power. Rhya wishes he could believe Asta’s words of peace, but having once believed the same of Tetia's brother he decides he cannot trust Asta. Rill, now possessed by an elf named Lira, joins the fight. Zora traps the two, allowing Asta to attack and cut Lira's chest, but it has no effect and Rill remains possessed. Rhya explains that as the reincarnation spell is complete and their souls have taken over the human bodies there is no longer a spell to nullify, so Asta's swords are ineffective. Three more possessed Royal Knights appear so Mereoleona forces Asta and Zora to escape while she remains behind to try kill all the possessed knights. Back in the capital her brother, Fuegoleon, almost wakes up again.

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hi, sorry if this is weird but i'm checking out your page and wondering if you would still like to answer a pure ask because it was so cute and 🤗 just ignore this otherwise but my emojis are 🐰💌🍯🌧

Oh my god yeah! Feel free to ask me anything anytime obviously! My inbox is always open. But thank you for asking regardless 😭 I had to re-look these up but it was worth it, I love myself so I love looking through the stuff I reblog, so thank you for giving me an excuse, Anon 💘

🐰- do you believe in soulmates?

Of course I do! I believe in people being destined to love and care for each other’s souls. Platonically, romantically, everything. I think there is nothing as beautiful as a soulmate. And I know everyone has their own. ✨

💌 - diary or journal?

I’m a journal girl. I can’t help it. Diaries never keep my interest. I love to write about myself and things I’m thinking and diaries are just so surface level to me. Though I don’t judge. I treat a journal like a diary so maybe I’m the problem 🫢

🍯- describe your favorite smell.

Okay picture this: it’s flowery like jasmine and sweet like honey and woody like sandalwood. Vanilla and orange are in there too. It’s like a mixture of spring, summer, winter, and autumn all in one delicious smell. And it’s universal. I want everything to smell like that. Candles, body soap, hand soap, body spray, lotion. My favorite smell in the world 🧁

🌧- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Oh my god when it rains I love to listen to it fall. I pause whatever I’m listening to. If I have a nice moody candle I light it, and I just listen. Or if I’m out and about I stare out the window and listen to a very specific playlist I made for rainy days. But yeah. I always wanna read but the sound of the water is so soothing I relax and let myself relax completely. I think when it rains is the only time I’m calm ☔️

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Mystic Music Soaps Review

Mystic Music Soaps is the new kid on the indie bath product block, but Annette (the owner/creator) has been quietly perfecting recipes and has produced some really gorgeous soaps and candles. She’s also working on bath bombs and bubble bars, which I am super excited about. I am very, very impressed with these soaps. I am admittedly a soap snob since I have been purchasing from indie brands, and Mystic Music Soaps offers a thick, creamy lather that doesn’t leave my sensitive skin dry. It’s a wonderful formula. Pricing is very, very reasonable. 5 oz bars are priced from $5-$7, and some are currently on sale for 3 for $10. 6 oz soy candles are currently $7.

Scent reviews!

Oh My Gourd!

Scent description: sugar pumpkin, orange, sweet butter, cinnamon, nutmeg, and maple layered onto a delicious base of Madagascar vanilla.

Oh My Gourd is the beautiful orange, black, and, white soap pictured above. It’s a really great pumpkin spice scent. It’s a strongly scented allspice blend with a hefty dose of cinnamon and a drizzle of warm butter and a dollop of pumpkin purée. Seasonally appropriate for all of you lovers of spiced pumpkin scents!

Autumn Equinox

Scent description: crisp, fallen leaves, acorns, and pine cones sprinkled with hints of vanilla, sweet musk, and cedar notes. Top notes of green mingled with middle notes of lavender and violet drying down into bottom notes of vanilla, musk, cedar, and wood.

Atmospheric and moody. This one smells like a fall breeze in a forest. I get dry leaves and twigs, a touch of soil, and a bit of ozone. I love this one. I tend to prefer outdoorsy scents, and this one scratches the itch for “I don’t live in a place where it’s 90 degrees in October and I’m actually taking a walk in a chilly, autumnal forest in New England.” Sigh.

Fire Fox

Scent description: white patchouli artistically blended with a cream accord to create the smoothest patchouli bar you’ve ever experienced.

This scent is my current favorite! It’s very well-blended and a bit hard to describe. Honestly, it doesn’t smell like patchouli to me. It smells like a Lush scent—maybe like 29 High Street? It’s cool, with a touch of something herbal and citrusy. It’s beautiful, and I recommend it even if you typically don’t love patchouli scents.

Ode to Summer

Scent description: clean ocean air, sea spray, driftwood, and sea moss.

Holy smokes, this is the prettiest soap! I had to take it to the beach to photograph it—it was only proper. This smells very authentically beachy, like warm, sand-crusted driftwood, salt water, a warm breeze, and a bit of dried seaweed. It’s not a sharp, fake ocean scent—it’s a little gritty. I love it!

Dragonfly

Scent description: lemongrass, bergamot, rosewood, verbena, violet leaf, and pine.

This one is my second favorite. It is cool and herbal, with a citrusy zing from the lemongrass. It’s a beautiful, clean scent. It’s very well-blended.

Frazier Fir Wooden Wick Soy Candle

Scent description: mild citrus top notes and an earthy, woody, balsam core.

I had never heard of using wooden wicks before, and was excited to give this a try! It was a really relaxing and fun experience. It’s my new favorite type of wick. It crackled like a campfire and I squealed like a kid while it burned. It was a smooth burn, no smoke or anything crazy like that. The scent was very Christmas-y and happy! The scent description was spot on: festive balsam with a hint of citrus. The throw was incredible, but not overwhelming—I could clearly smell it throughout my entire downstairs.

I highly recommend Mystic Music Soaps! The owner is a truly lovely, kind person and her products are stunning. I’m looking forward to future offerings!

https://www.mysticmusicsoaps.com

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Pumpkin Quotes

Official Website: Pumpkin Quotes

  “Only write what you know” is very good advice. I do my best to stick to it. I wrote about gods and dreams and America because I knew about them. And I wrote about what it’s like to wander into Faerie because I knew about that. I wrote about living underneath London because I knew about that too. And I put people into the stories because I knew them: the ones with pumpkins for heads, and the serial killers with eyes for teeth, and the little chocolate people filled with raspberry cream and the rest of them. – Neil Gaiman

In a clutch or a corner, I tend to make a weapon out of what is near at hand. That can be anything from a crowbar to a cat, though if I had a choice, I would prefer an angry cat, which I have found to be more effective than a crowbar. Although weaponless, I left the house by the back door, with two chocolate-pumpkin cookies. It’s a tough world out there, and a man has to armor himself against it however he can. ~Odd Thomas – Dean Koontz

Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie? – John Greenleaf Whittier

And all Halloween candy pales next to candy corn, if only because candy corn used to appear, like the Great Pumpkin, solely on Halloween. – Rosecrans Baldwin

And I Jack, the Pumpkin King, have grown so tired of the same old thing. – Tim Burton

And so, Thanksgiving. Its the most amazing holiday. Just think about it — it’s a miracle that once a year so many millions of Americans sit down to exactly the same meal as one another, exactly the same meal they grew up eating, and exactly the same meal they ate a year earlier. The turkey. The sweet potatoes. The stuffing. The pumpkin pie. Is there anything else we all can agree so vehemently about? I don’t think so. – Nora Ephron

Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum Dear Prudence by the Beatles Gypsy by Suzanne Vega Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues Daydream by Smashing Pumpkins Dusk by Genesis (before Phil Collins was even in the band!) MLK by U2 Blackbird by the Beatles Landslide by Fleetwood Mac Asleep by the Smiths (again!) -Charlie’s mixtape – Stephen Chbosky

At last, small witches, goblins, hags, And pirates armed with paper bags Their costumes hinged on safety pins, Go haunt a night of pumpkin grins. – John Updike

Autumn. Pretty leaves, pumpkin pie and sweaters. Perfect weather for reading. Winter is great but I hate shoveling. – Eden Robinson

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Boston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good. Edgar Allan Poe

But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie! – Margaret Junkin Preston

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins – now the crows own the field. – John J. Geddes

Dear Great Pumpkin, Halloween is now only a few days away. Children all over the world await you coming. When you rise out of the pumpkin patch that night, please remember I am your most loyal follower. Have a nice trip. Don’t forget to take out flight insurance. – Charles M. Schulz

Do not be small minded. Do not pray for gourds and pumpkins from God, when you should be asking for pure love and pure knowledge to dawn within every heart.- Ramakrishna

Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.- Charles M. Schulz

Eighteen luscuios scrumpitous flavors, Chocolate,Lime and Cherry Coffee,Pumpkin, Fudge-Banana, Caramel Cream and boysenberry. Rocky Road and Toasted Almond, Butterscotch,Vanilla Dip, Butter Brinkle, Apple Ripple,Coconut,and Mocha Chip, Brandy Peach and Lemon Custard. Each scoop lovely.smooth and round. Tallest cream cone in town lying there on the ground. – Shel Silverstein

Eric followed Vlad Tepes’s stubby finger, identifying me as the future Happy Meal. Then he stared at Dracula, looking up from his kneeling position. I couldn’t read his face at all, and I felt a stirring of fear. What would Charlie Brown have done if the Great Pumpkin wanted to eat the little red-haired girl? – Charlaine Harris

Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake. – J. K. Rowling

Even where the land was more receptive, settlers soon learned to take some precautions before planting their vegetables. Maize and pumpkin seeds were soaked in water for several days and then blackened with tar before planting – the most effective way to deter rats, mice and birds. Bee Dawson

Every woman needs secrets,’ her mother said with a smile then, her eyes meeting Sally’s in the rearview mirror. ‘Remember that when you’re old like me, pumpkin, because the world has a way of making a woman’s life everyone else’s business–you have to dig out a little place that’s only yours. – J. Courtney Sullivan

‘Good Morning America’ exploited Joan Lunden’s pregnancy, but you won’t see me bringing my babies on the air. The only reason I’m talking about the babies at all is that they’ve been with me on the show since I became pregnant. After a while, I had to acknowledge this pumpkin tummy. – Jane Pauley

He gave me a look sure to put frost on anyone’s pumpkin.- Charlaine Harris

I don’t believe pumpkin pie is even made from pumpkin. I mean, how can something that smells that shitty make a pie so sweet? There’s not enough sugar in the universe. – Lewis Black

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick. – Cynthia Hand

I get more out of life just being myself, by just being a human being. Not by being a rock star, not by being whatever. Sometimes I act like a jerk, but I think people respect me for being myself. That’s the ultimate thing about the Smashing Pumpkins. – Billy Corgan

I grew up in the ’80s and ’90s listening to Public Enemy and Mobb Deep and the Smashing Pumpkins. I don’t even know what it was like in the ’60s – I wasn’t alive then – so the Mayer Hawthorne sound is taking what I can learn from the classics, and blending it with my hip-hop DJ and producer background and punk-rock bands that I played in as a kid. – Mayer Hawthorne

I haven’t taken my Christmas lights down. They look so nice on the pumpkin. – Winston Spear

I idolised bands like Pearl Jam and Smashing Pumpkins, who wanted to reach as many people as they could. Nate Ruess

I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep. – Willa Cather

I like to make pies. Thats kind of my new obsession – peach, blueberry, apple, strawberry. I make a really good pumpkin pie with real pumpkin. – Morgan Saylor

I lost my virginity to a pumpkin when I was 23. Back then I was convinced I was actually a Vegetable, hell, that’s what the song is about. – Thom Yorke

I love the scents of winter! For me, it’s all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce. – Taylor Swift

I love the U.S. We came the first time in 2003, and it seems like we haven’t left since. James Iha from The Smashing Pumpkins came to Stockholm to see one of our shows, and he really fell in love with the band. He said, “I’m going to take you to America, I’m going to release you on my label.” When you’re in your early twenties and you get that kind of opportunity, you just gotta roll with it. – Maja Ivarsson

I mean you know at midnight everything is going to turn to pumpkins and mice; right? But if the evening goes along, I mean, you know, the guys look better all the time, the music sounds better, it’s more and more fun, you think why the hell should I leave at quarter of 12. I’ll leave at two minutes to 12. But the trouble is, there are no clocks on the wall. And everybody thinks they’re going to leave at two minutes to 12. – Warren Buffett

I never wanted to leave the Smashing Pumpkins. That was never the plan. – Billy Corgan

I represent the Democratic wing of the Democratic party. – Paul Wellstone

I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea – Richard Brautigan

I see a girl caught in the remains of a holiday gone bad, with her flesh picked off day after day as the carcass dries out. The knife and fork are abviously middle-class sensibilities. The palm tree is a nice touch. A broken dream,perhaps? Plastic honeymoon, deserted island? Oh, If you put in a slice of pumpkin pie, it could be a desserted island! (Pg 64) -Laurie Halse Anderson

I sort of have a dark, twisted, offbeat way of writing, which I see coming up in my kids. It’s funny, on Halloween, one of my daughters said, “Halloween isn’t supposed to be happy, dad, it’s supposed to be dark. ” No smiling pumpkins at the Sixx household! – Nikki Sixx

I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it. – Robert Breault

I think people fetishize glasses in general. You could put glasses on a rotting pumpkin and people would think it was sexy. – Tina Fey

I was never able to get through Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. I’ve never been able to make it through. And I love the Smashing Pumpkins, they’re one of my favorite bands ever, but I’ve never been able to listen to the whole thing all the way through. – John Wozniak

I went to Floridita on Wardour Street when I was 18. All I could afford was pumpkin soup and a glass of champagne, but it was worth it. – Karen Gillan

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. Henry David Thoreau

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. – Henry David Thoreau

I’m half-Japanese, so I collect toys, like a Yayoi Kusama stuffed pumpkin. – Nicola Formichetti

I’m not sure I would label it a ‘survivor,'” said Iko, her sensor darkening with disgust. “It looks more like a rotting pumpkin. Marissa Meyer

In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year. – Cynthia Rylant

In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realize it is far more common for men to turn into rats.- Gregory Maguire

Instead of doing cinnamon, nutmeg, and all those baking spices I’ll have one spice that’s for sweets, and that’s pumpkin pie spice. – Sandra Lee

Is there a short-eared koobish, then?’ Mmmyes …’ said J.Lo. ‘But it is technically not really a koobish. Is more alike a kind of singing pumpkin.’ We had conversations like these all the time, where I just eventually gave up. – Adam Rex

It looks more like a rotting pumpkin. – Marissa Meyer

It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat your pumpkin. That brought you down to earth. That gave you a reason for going on. Pumpkin. – Alexander McCall Smith

It’s midnight Cinderella, but don’t worry none. Cause I’m Peter the Pumpkin Eater and the party’s just begun. – Garth Brooks

  Just wait and see, Charlie Brown. I’ll see the Great Pumpkin. I’ll SEE the Great Pumpkin! Just you wait, Charlie Brown. The Great Pumpkin will appear and I’ll be waiting for him. – Charles M. Schulz

Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of Baptism; it is to believe in belief; it is to be so little that elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child had its fairy godmother in its soul. – Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Like many indelible family memories, carving a pumpkin begins with someone grabbing a really sharp knife. – Dana Gould

Little brats yellin ‘Trick or Treat’ all through my screen door, When y’all should be at home sleep, Instead of at my front porch 15 deep. The jack o’ lantern came in handy… I can turn my porch light out like I ain’t got no candy. But ain’t that somethin? You buy a Halloween costume and a pumpkin, Almost gave your children a heart attack. It’s a tradition, but who the hell started that? Kam

Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost. – Ray Bradbury

My father played guitar, so I always wanted to play for that reason. But I think the biggest reason was just the ’90s in general – growing up listening to the Smashing Pumpkins, Green Day and bands like that, and going to concerts and thinking it was the coolest thing in the world. – Jack Antonoff

My favorite word is ‘pumpkin.’ You can’t take it seriously. But you can’t ignore it, either. It takes ahold of your head and that’s it. You are a pumpkin. Or you are not. I am. – Harrison Salisbury

My kids just brought home a beautiful pumpkin, but you know what? I’m going to return it because it’s a Democratic pumpkin. It has the orange color of John Kerry’s tan, and the roundness of Teddy Kennedy. – Arnold Schwarzenegger

My most memorable meal is every Thanksgiving. I love the food: The turkey and stuffing; the sweet potatoes and rice, which come from my mother’s Southern heritage; the mashed potatoes, which come from my wife’s Midwestern roots; the Campbell’s green bean casserole; and of course, pumpkin pie. – Douglas Conant

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace! – Rainbow Rowell

Of the first achievements of the legislature was to institute a ten-thousand-dollar agricultural fair to show off forty dollars’ worth of pumpkins in – however, the territorial legislature was usually spoken of as the “asylum”. Mark Twain

On the moon we have everything. Lettuce, and pumpkin pie and Amanita phalloides. We have cat-furred plants and horses dancing with their wings. All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts. Shirley Jackson

Once a pumpkin, Always a pumpkin. – Billy Corgan

Pumpkin pie is a living symbol of mediocrity. The best pumpkin pie you ever ate wasn’t all that much different from the worst pumpkin pie you ever ate. – Garrison Keillor

Pumpkin spice lattes are egg nog for morning people. – John Oliver

Pumpkins are the only living organisms with triangle eyes. – Harland Williams

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. – J. K. Rowling

Severus, please fetch me the strongest truth potion you posess, then go down to the kitchen and bring up the house elf called Winky. Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrids house where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here. J. K. Rowling

She liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade. Orange is bright and demanding. You can’t ignore orange things. She once saw an orange parrot in the pet store and had never wanted anything so much in her life. She would have named it Halloween and fed it butterscotch. Her mother said butterscotch would make a bird sick and, besides, the dog would certainly eat it up. September never spoke to the dog again — on principle. – Catherynne M. Valente

Smashing Pumpkins has never been a band about hit songs. – Billy Corgan

Some people are absolutely funny and you want to wish them Happy Thanksgiving in funniest way possible. Here is the list of Funny Thanksgiving sayings. Just chose the quote you want to wish that person. Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread and pumpkin pie. – Jim Davis

Sometimes I think that ideas float through the atmosphere like huge squishy pumpkins, waiting for heads to drop on. – Neil Gaiman

Thanksgiving is a magical time of year when families across the country join together to raise America’s obesity statistics. Personally, I love Thanksgiving traditions: watching football, making pumpkin pie, and saying the magic phrase that sends your aunt storming out of the dining room to sit in her car. – Stephen Colbert

The coach has turned into a pumpkin and the mice have all run away. – Lady Bird Johnson

The first real concert, other than going with my dad to see Three Dog Night, was Smashing Pumpkins and Garbage. I was fourteen or fifteen. I liked Shirley Manson because she reminded me of Annie Lennox. They both have these deep, sexy, powerful alto voices. – Amy Lee

The ideology of the Smashing Pumpkins was ultimately more valuable than the music of the Smashing Pumpkins. That’s what critics can’t put their finger on. – Billy Corgan

The mask can be a limitation, but you just deal with it. You do get superhuman strength and pumpkin bombs and all this other stuff to express yourself with.’ – Willem Dafoe

The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget. – Mitchell Burgess

The near end of the street was rather dark and had mostly vegetable shops. Abundance of vegetables – piles of white and green fennel, like celery, and great sheaves of young, purplish, sea-dust-coloured artichokes . . . long strings of dried figs, mountains of big oranges, scarlet large peppers, a large slice of pumpkin, a great mass of colours and vegetable freshness. . . . D. H. Lawrence

The past was a consumable, subject to the national preference for familiar products. And history, in America, is a dish best served plain. The first course could include a dollop of Italian in 1492, but not Spanish spice or French sauce or too much Indian corn. Nothing too filling or fancy ahead of the turkey and pumpkin pie, just the way Grandma used to cook it. – Tony Horwitz

The Pumpkins love rock-and-roll, we absolutely love it, but we also think it’s a flatulent, ego-serving kiddie playground. You can have your cake and eat it too. – Billy Corgan

The Smashing Pumpkins was never meant to be a small band. It was going to either be a big band, or a no band. – Billy Corgan

The tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster. – Nick Harkaway

The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked. – Ray Bradbury

The word ‘vegetable’ has no precise botanical meaning in reference to food plants, and we find that almost all parts of plants have been employed as vegetables – roots (carrot and beet), stems (Irish potato and asparagus), leaves (spinach and lettuce), leaf stalk (celery and Swiss chard), bracts (globe artichoke), flower stalks and buds (broccoli and cauliflower), fruits (tomato and squash), seeds (beans), and even the petals (Yucca and pumpkin).Charles Heiser

There are three things I have learned never to discuss with people…religion, politics and the Great Pumpkin! – Charles M. Schulz

This year I invested in pumpkins. They’ve been going up the whole month of October and I got a feeling they’re going to peak right around January. Then bang! That’s when I’ll cash in. – Homer

To be a textual critic requires aptitude for thinking and willingness to think; and though it also requires other things, those things are supplements and cannot be substitutes. Knowledge is good, method is good, but one thing beyond all others is necessary; and that is to have a head, not a pumpkin, on your shoulders and brains, not pudding, in your head. A. E. Housman

Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle. – Ray Bradbury

We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field goes through every point of pumpkin history. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Well, there doesn’t seem anything else for an ex-President to do but to go into the country and raise big pumpkins. – Chester A. Arthur

  What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie? – John Greenleaf Whittier

What she did have were Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life. – J. K. Rowling

When I had a job catering, I catered a wedding for the Smashing Pumpkins bassist in Indiana. And I served Billy Corgan shrimp off a tray. – Amy Poehler

When I lived in New York, there wasn’t as much TV or film around. I got asked to do a couple of indie films, just based on me being from The Smashing Pumpkins and A Perfect Circle. I did a couple of indie movies from Japan and one from Canada, and I thought it was an exciting, fun thing to do. I had a great time doing it, it was just that, in New York, there really wasn’t as much. My studio in New York closed, so I moved out to L.A. and just started looking into composing as another thing to do, as a musician. I like it a lot. It’s fun and it’s a different way of thinking about music. James Iha

When I was a kid, Halloween was strictly a starchy-vegetable-only holiday, with pumpkins and Indian corn on the front stoop; there was nothing electric, nothing inflatable, nothing with latex membranes or strobes. – Susan Orlean

When the Lord starts out to make an oak tree, he takes a hundred years to do it in, but he can make a pumpkin in 90 days. More or less life is like that. We must choose whether we desire to become and oak tree or a pumpkin. – Sterling W Sill

When white men first effect contact with some unspoilt race of savages, they offer them all kinds of benefits, from the light of the gospel to pumpkin pie. These, however, much as we may regret it, most savages receive with indifference. What they really value among the gifts that we bring to them is intoxicating liquor which enables them, for the first time in their lives, to have the illusion for a few brief moments that it is better to be alive than dead. – Bertrand Russell

Who are you writing to, Linus?” “This is the time of year to write to the Great Pumpkin. On Halloween Night, the Great Pumpkin rises out of his pumpkin patch and flies through the air with his bag of toys for all the children!” “You must be crazy! When are you going to stop believing in something that isn’t true?” “When *you* stop believing in that fellow with a red suit and the white beard who goes, ‘Ho, ho, ho!'” “We’re obviously separated by denominational differences. – Charles M. Schulz

Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you. – Jodi Picoult

With the garden I planted for the Reina Sofia, each plant related to different celebrations along the calendar – Christmas with evergreen trees, Valentine’s Day with roses, Halloween with pumpkins. All these symbols are so culturally loaded, but they are organic living entities – just like the fish in the tanks. They grow on their own. The symbolic ecosystem is growing without a narrative anymore. It’s a physical and mental landscape.- Pierre Huyghe

Women are like pumpkins; you search and search for the perfect one, bring it home, and the next thing you know, you’re looking for a knife. – Dana Gould

You could hollow out a big pumpkin and wear it on your head for the entire week of your birthday. This will allow you to get in touch with your Halloween emotions.- Jade Puget

You will never see the four original Pumpkins on stage ever again, unless it’s a Hall of Fame thing. But you would never see a tour. There’s so much damage, there’s no way. – Billy Corgan

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  “Only write what you know” is very good advice. I do my best to stick to it. I wrote about gods and dreams and America because I knew about them. And I wrote about what it’s like to wander into Faerie because I knew about that. I wrote about living underneath London because I knew about that too. And I put people into the stories because I knew them: the ones with pumpkins for heads, and the serial killers with eyes for teeth, and the little chocolate people filled with raspberry cream and the rest of them. – Neil Gaiman

In a clutch or a corner, I tend to make a weapon out of what is near at hand. That can be anything from a crowbar to a cat, though if I had a choice, I would prefer an angry cat, which I have found to be more effective than a crowbar. Although weaponless, I left the house by the back door, with two chocolate-pumpkin cookies. It’s a tough world out there, and a man has to armor himself against it however he can. ~Odd Thomas – Dean Koontz

Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie? – John Greenleaf Whittier

And all Halloween candy pales next to candy corn, if only because candy corn used to appear, like the Great Pumpkin, solely on Halloween. – Rosecrans Baldwin

And I Jack, the Pumpkin King, have grown so tired of the same old thing. – Tim Burton

And so, Thanksgiving. Its the most amazing holiday. Just think about it — it’s a miracle that once a year so many millions of Americans sit down to exactly the same meal as one another, exactly the same meal they grew up eating, and exactly the same meal they ate a year earlier. The turkey. The sweet potatoes. The stuffing. The pumpkin pie. Is there anything else we all can agree so vehemently about? I don’t think so. – Nora Ephron

Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum Dear Prudence by the Beatles Gypsy by Suzanne Vega Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues Daydream by Smashing Pumpkins Dusk by Genesis (before Phil Collins was even in the band!) MLK by U2 Blackbird by the Beatles Landslide by Fleetwood Mac Asleep by the Smiths (again!) -Charlie’s mixtape – Stephen Chbosky

At last, small witches, goblins, hags, And pirates armed with paper bags Their costumes hinged on safety pins, Go haunt a night of pumpkin grins. – John Updike

Autumn. Pretty leaves, pumpkin pie and sweaters. Perfect weather for reading. Winter is great but I hate shoveling. – Eden Robinson

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Boston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good. Edgar Allan Poe

But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie! – Margaret Junkin Preston

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins – now the crows own the field. – John J. Geddes

Dear Great Pumpkin, Halloween is now only a few days away. Children all over the world await you coming. When you rise out of the pumpkin patch that night, please remember I am your most loyal follower. Have a nice trip. Don’t forget to take out flight insurance. – Charles M. Schulz

Do not be small minded. Do not pray for gourds and pumpkins from God, when you should be asking for pure love and pure knowledge to dawn within every heart.- Ramakrishna

Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.- Charles M. Schulz

Eighteen luscuios scrumpitous flavors, Chocolate,Lime and Cherry Coffee,Pumpkin, Fudge-Banana, Caramel Cream and boysenberry. Rocky Road and Toasted Almond, Butterscotch,Vanilla Dip, Butter Brinkle, Apple Ripple,Coconut,and Mocha Chip, Brandy Peach and Lemon Custard. Each scoop lovely.smooth and round. Tallest cream cone in town lying there on the ground. – Shel Silverstein

Eric followed Vlad Tepes’s stubby finger, identifying me as the future Happy Meal. Then he stared at Dracula, looking up from his kneeling position. I couldn’t read his face at all, and I felt a stirring of fear. What would Charlie Brown have done if the Great Pumpkin wanted to eat the little red-haired girl? – Charlaine Harris

Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake. – J. K. Rowling

Even where the land was more receptive, settlers soon learned to take some precautions before planting their vegetables. Maize and pumpkin seeds were soaked in water for several days and then blackened with tar before planting – the most effective way to deter rats, mice and birds. Bee Dawson

Every woman needs secrets,’ her mother said with a smile then, her eyes meeting Sally’s in the rearview mirror. ‘Remember that when you’re old like me, pumpkin, because the world has a way of making a woman’s life everyone else’s business–you have to dig out a little place that’s only yours. – J. Courtney Sullivan

‘Good Morning America’ exploited Joan Lunden’s pregnancy, but you won’t see me bringing my babies on the air. The only reason I’m talking about the babies at all is that they’ve been with me on the show since I became pregnant. After a while, I had to acknowledge this pumpkin tummy. – Jane Pauley

He gave me a look sure to put frost on anyone’s pumpkin.- Charlaine Harris

I don’t believe pumpkin pie is even made from pumpkin. I mean, how can something that smells that shitty make a pie so sweet? There’s not enough sugar in the universe. – Lewis Black

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick. – Cynthia Hand

I get more out of life just being myself, by just being a human being. Not by being a rock star, not by being whatever. Sometimes I act like a jerk, but I think people respect me for being myself. That’s the ultimate thing about the Smashing Pumpkins. – Billy Corgan

I grew up in the ’80s and ’90s listening to Public Enemy and Mobb Deep and the Smashing Pumpkins. I don’t even know what it was like in the ’60s – I wasn’t alive then – so the Mayer Hawthorne sound is taking what I can learn from the classics, and blending it with my hip-hop DJ and producer background and punk-rock bands that I played in as a kid. – Mayer Hawthorne

I haven’t taken my Christmas lights down. They look so nice on the pumpkin. – Winston Spear

I idolised bands like Pearl Jam and Smashing Pumpkins, who wanted to reach as many people as they could. Nate Ruess

I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep. – Willa Cather

I like to make pies. Thats kind of my new obsession – peach, blueberry, apple, strawberry. I make a really good pumpkin pie with real pumpkin. – Morgan Saylor

I lost my virginity to a pumpkin when I was 23. Back then I was convinced I was actually a Vegetable, hell, that’s what the song is about. – Thom Yorke

I love the scents of winter! For me, it’s all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce. – Taylor Swift

I love the U.S. We came the first time in 2003, and it seems like we haven’t left since. James Iha from The Smashing Pumpkins came to Stockholm to see one of our shows, and he really fell in love with the band. He said, “I’m going to take you to America, I’m going to release you on my label.” When you’re in your early twenties and you get that kind of opportunity, you just gotta roll with it. – Maja Ivarsson

I mean you know at midnight everything is going to turn to pumpkins and mice; right? But if the evening goes along, I mean, you know, the guys look better all the time, the music sounds better, it’s more and more fun, you think why the hell should I leave at quarter of 12. I’ll leave at two minutes to 12. But the trouble is, there are no clocks on the wall. And everybody thinks they’re going to leave at two minutes to 12. – Warren Buffett

I never wanted to leave the Smashing Pumpkins. That was never the plan. – Billy Corgan

I represent the Democratic wing of the Democratic party. – Paul Wellstone

I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea – Richard Brautigan

I see a girl caught in the remains of a holiday gone bad, with her flesh picked off day after day as the carcass dries out. The knife and fork are abviously middle-class sensibilities. The palm tree is a nice touch. A broken dream,perhaps? Plastic honeymoon, deserted island? Oh, If you put in a slice of pumpkin pie, it could be a desserted island! (Pg 64) -Laurie Halse Anderson

I sort of have a dark, twisted, offbeat way of writing, which I see coming up in my kids. It’s funny, on Halloween, one of my daughters said, “Halloween isn’t supposed to be happy, dad, it’s supposed to be dark. ” No smiling pumpkins at the Sixx household! – Nikki Sixx

I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it. – Robert Breault

I think people fetishize glasses in general. You could put glasses on a rotting pumpkin and people would think it was sexy. – Tina Fey

I was never able to get through Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. I’ve never been able to make it through. And I love the Smashing Pumpkins, they’re one of my favorite bands ever, but I’ve never been able to listen to the whole thing all the way through. – John Wozniak

I went to Floridita on Wardour Street when I was 18. All I could afford was pumpkin soup and a glass of champagne, but it was worth it. – Karen Gillan

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. Henry David Thoreau

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. – Henry David Thoreau

I’m half-Japanese, so I collect toys, like a Yayoi Kusama stuffed pumpkin. – Nicola Formichetti

I’m not sure I would label it a ‘survivor,'” said Iko, her sensor darkening with disgust. “It looks more like a rotting pumpkin. Marissa Meyer

In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year. – Cynthia Rylant

In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realize it is far more common for men to turn into rats.- Gregory Maguire

Instead of doing cinnamon, nutmeg, and all those baking spices I’ll have one spice that’s for sweets, and that’s pumpkin pie spice. – Sandra Lee

Is there a short-eared koobish, then?’ Mmmyes …’ said J.Lo. ‘But it is technically not really a koobish. Is more alike a kind of singing pumpkin.’ We had conversations like these all the time, where I just eventually gave up. – Adam Rex

It looks more like a rotting pumpkin. – Marissa Meyer

It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat your pumpkin. That brought you down to earth. That gave you a reason for going on. Pumpkin. – Alexander McCall Smith

It’s midnight Cinderella, but don’t worry none. Cause I’m Peter the Pumpkin Eater and the party’s just begun. – Garth Brooks

  Just wait and see, Charlie Brown. I’ll see the Great Pumpkin. I’ll SEE the Great Pumpkin! Just you wait, Charlie Brown. The Great Pumpkin will appear and I’ll be waiting for him. – Charles M. Schulz

Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of Baptism; it is to believe in belief; it is to be so little that elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child had its fairy godmother in its soul. – Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Like many indelible family memories, carving a pumpkin begins with someone grabbing a really sharp knife. – Dana Gould

Little brats yellin ‘Trick or Treat’ all through my screen door, When y’all should be at home sleep, Instead of at my front porch 15 deep. The jack o’ lantern came in handy… I can turn my porch light out like I ain’t got no candy. But ain’t that somethin? You buy a Halloween costume and a pumpkin, Almost gave your children a heart attack. It’s a tradition, but who the hell started that? Kam

Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost. – Ray Bradbury

My father played guitar, so I always wanted to play for that reason. But I think the biggest reason was just the ’90s in general – growing up listening to the Smashing Pumpkins, Green Day and bands like that, and going to concerts and thinking it was the coolest thing in the world. – Jack Antonoff

My favorite word is ‘pumpkin.’ You can’t take it seriously. But you can’t ignore it, either. It takes ahold of your head and that’s it. You are a pumpkin. Or you are not. I am. – Harrison Salisbury

My kids just brought home a beautiful pumpkin, but you know what? I’m going to return it because it’s a Democratic pumpkin. It has the orange color of John Kerry’s tan, and the roundness of Teddy Kennedy. – Arnold Schwarzenegger

My most memorable meal is every Thanksgiving. I love the food: The turkey and stuffing; the sweet potatoes and rice, which come from my mother’s Southern heritage; the mashed potatoes, which come from my wife’s Midwestern roots; the Campbell’s green bean casserole; and of course, pumpkin pie. – Douglas Conant

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace! – Rainbow Rowell

Of the first achievements of the legislature was to institute a ten-thousand-dollar agricultural fair to show off forty dollars’ worth of pumpkins in – however, the territorial legislature was usually spoken of as the “asylum”. Mark Twain

On the moon we have everything. Lettuce, and pumpkin pie and Amanita phalloides. We have cat-furred plants and horses dancing with their wings. All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts. Shirley Jackson

Once a pumpkin, Always a pumpkin. – Billy Corgan

Pumpkin pie is a living symbol of mediocrity. The best pumpkin pie you ever ate wasn’t all that much different from the worst pumpkin pie you ever ate. – Garrison Keillor

Pumpkin spice lattes are egg nog for morning people. – John Oliver

Pumpkins are the only living organisms with triangle eyes. – Harland Williams

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. – J. K. Rowling

Severus, please fetch me the strongest truth potion you posess, then go down to the kitchen and bring up the house elf called Winky. Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrids house where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here. J. K. Rowling

She liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade. Orange is bright and demanding. You can’t ignore orange things. She once saw an orange parrot in the pet store and had never wanted anything so much in her life. She would have named it Halloween and fed it butterscotch. Her mother said butterscotch would make a bird sick and, besides, the dog would certainly eat it up. September never spoke to the dog again — on principle. – Catherynne M. Valente

Smashing Pumpkins has never been a band about hit songs. – Billy Corgan

Some people are absolutely funny and you want to wish them Happy Thanksgiving in funniest way possible. Here is the list of Funny Thanksgiving sayings. Just chose the quote you want to wish that person. Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread and pumpkin pie. – Jim Davis

Sometimes I think that ideas float through the atmosphere like huge squishy pumpkins, waiting for heads to drop on. – Neil Gaiman

Thanksgiving is a magical time of year when families across the country join together to raise America’s obesity statistics. Personally, I love Thanksgiving traditions: watching football, making pumpkin pie, and saying the magic phrase that sends your aunt storming out of the dining room to sit in her car. – Stephen Colbert

The coach has turned into a pumpkin and the mice have all run away. – Lady Bird Johnson

The first real concert, other than going with my dad to see Three Dog Night, was Smashing Pumpkins and Garbage. I was fourteen or fifteen. I liked Shirley Manson because she reminded me of Annie Lennox. They both have these deep, sexy, powerful alto voices. – Amy Lee

The ideology of the Smashing Pumpkins was ultimately more valuable than the music of the Smashing Pumpkins. That’s what critics can’t put their finger on. – Billy Corgan

The mask can be a limitation, but you just deal with it. You do get superhuman strength and pumpkin bombs and all this other stuff to express yourself with.’ – Willem Dafoe

The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget. – Mitchell Burgess

The near end of the street was rather dark and had mostly vegetable shops. Abundance of vegetables – piles of white and green fennel, like celery, and great sheaves of young, purplish, sea-dust-coloured artichokes . . . long strings of dried figs, mountains of big oranges, scarlet large peppers, a large slice of pumpkin, a great mass of colours and vegetable freshness. . . . D. H. Lawrence

The past was a consumable, subject to the national preference for familiar products. And history, in America, is a dish best served plain. The first course could include a dollop of Italian in 1492, but not Spanish spice or French sauce or too much Indian corn. Nothing too filling or fancy ahead of the turkey and pumpkin pie, just the way Grandma used to cook it. – Tony Horwitz

The Pumpkins love rock-and-roll, we absolutely love it, but we also think it’s a flatulent, ego-serving kiddie playground. You can have your cake and eat it too. – Billy Corgan

The Smashing Pumpkins was never meant to be a small band. It was going to either be a big band, or a no band. – Billy Corgan

The tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster. – Nick Harkaway

The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked. – Ray Bradbury

The word ‘vegetable’ has no precise botanical meaning in reference to food plants, and we find that almost all parts of plants have been employed as vegetables – roots (carrot and beet), stems (Irish potato and asparagus), leaves (spinach and lettuce), leaf stalk (celery and Swiss chard), bracts (globe artichoke), flower stalks and buds (broccoli and cauliflower), fruits (tomato and squash), seeds (beans), and even the petals (Yucca and pumpkin).Charles Heiser

There are three things I have learned never to discuss with people…religion, politics and the Great Pumpkin! – Charles M. Schulz

This year I invested in pumpkins. They’ve been going up the whole month of October and I got a feeling they’re going to peak right around January. Then bang! That’s when I’ll cash in. – Homer

To be a textual critic requires aptitude for thinking and willingness to think; and though it also requires other things, those things are supplements and cannot be substitutes. Knowledge is good, method is good, but one thing beyond all others is necessary; and that is to have a head, not a pumpkin, on your shoulders and brains, not pudding, in your head. A. E. Housman

Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle. – Ray Bradbury

We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field goes through every point of pumpkin history. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Well, there doesn’t seem anything else for an ex-President to do but to go into the country and raise big pumpkins. – Chester A. Arthur

  What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie? – John Greenleaf Whittier

What she did have were Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life. – J. K. Rowling

When I had a job catering, I catered a wedding for the Smashing Pumpkins bassist in Indiana. And I served Billy Corgan shrimp off a tray. – Amy Poehler

When I lived in New York, there wasn’t as much TV or film around. I got asked to do a couple of indie films, just based on me being from The Smashing Pumpkins and A Perfect Circle. I did a couple of indie movies from Japan and one from Canada, and I thought it was an exciting, fun thing to do. I had a great time doing it, it was just that, in New York, there really wasn’t as much. My studio in New York closed, so I moved out to L.A. and just started looking into composing as another thing to do, as a musician. I like it a lot. It’s fun and it’s a different way of thinking about music. James Iha

When I was a kid, Halloween was strictly a starchy-vegetable-only holiday, with pumpkins and Indian corn on the front stoop; there was nothing electric, nothing inflatable, nothing with latex membranes or strobes. – Susan Orlean

When the Lord starts out to make an oak tree, he takes a hundred years to do it in, but he can make a pumpkin in 90 days. More or less life is like that. We must choose whether we desire to become and oak tree or a pumpkin. – Sterling W Sill

When white men first effect contact with some unspoilt race of savages, they offer them all kinds of benefits, from the light of the gospel to pumpkin pie. These, however, much as we may regret it, most savages receive with indifference. What they really value among the gifts that we bring to them is intoxicating liquor which enables them, for the first time in their lives, to have the illusion for a few brief moments that it is better to be alive than dead. – Bertrand Russell

Who are you writing to, Linus?” “This is the time of year to write to the Great Pumpkin. On Halloween Night, the Great Pumpkin rises out of his pumpkin patch and flies through the air with his bag of toys for all the children!” “You must be crazy! When are you going to stop believing in something that isn’t true?” “When *you* stop believing in that fellow with a red suit and the white beard who goes, ‘Ho, ho, ho!'” “We’re obviously separated by denominational differences. – Charles M. Schulz

Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you. – Jodi Picoult

With the garden I planted for the Reina Sofia, each plant related to different celebrations along the calendar – Christmas with evergreen trees, Valentine’s Day with roses, Halloween with pumpkins. All these symbols are so culturally loaded, but they are organic living entities – just like the fish in the tanks. They grow on their own. The symbolic ecosystem is growing without a narrative anymore. It’s a physical and mental landscape.- Pierre Huyghe

Women are like pumpkins; you search and search for the perfect one, bring it home, and the next thing you know, you’re looking for a knife. – Dana Gould

You could hollow out a big pumpkin and wear it on your head for the entire week of your birthday. This will allow you to get in touch with your Halloween emotions.- Jade Puget

You will never see the four original Pumpkins on stage ever again, unless it’s a Hall of Fame thing. But you would never see a tour. There’s so much damage, there’s no way. – Billy Corgan

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A Burgundy Velvet Wedding Any Fall Bride Will Love

ALL.THE.HEART.EYES. This plum and burgundy velvet wedding is making our hearts pitter-patter and we can’t help but pin tirelessly. The beautiful details go on for days and we love how Jill and Kyle weaved their personalities and likes into their wedding day, including their love for the night sky and how they decided to go for a night time ceremony + embed celestial details throughout their day.

We’ve seen why couples love nighttime weddings as also seen in this Australian wedding – you don’t have to be Neil deGrasse Tyson to love twinkling stars, so it’s not a surprise nighttime weddings are becoming a fave!

From the bride, Jill: I’m in love with all things fall, and I wanted our day to be seasonal, moody, and romantic. I could not settle on a specific palette or theme, so Caroline’s (of Mustard and Fig) electric approach to design was perfect, and she crafted the perfect blend of jewel tones and Autumn. She also hand-made, designed, painted, crafted, almost every detail to our wedding – I never had to worry about my big day because she was always two steps ahead of me!

My first stop for a venue was Harrington Farm in Central Ma and it was also my last. The feeling of that gigantic white barn and old Inn overlooking rolling hills of the autumn leaves was like magic. My then husband-to-be Kyle and I looked over at one another and said ‘this is it’. The next week we booked it for a Saturday evening in October. We worked with a woman named Jess and she was fantastic. She was so warm and inviting and extremely informative and accessible during the whole process! I had so much fun working with Kyle, Jess, and Caroline to carefully make catering, layout, and timeline decisions.

I knew I wanted mix-and-match bridesmaid dresses, but it was difficult to find different dresses, in different styles, in different colors that “worked”. Then, my designer, Caroline, recommended a company called Coralie Beatrix. They specialize in dresses that can be wrapped hundreds of ways – it was just was I was looking for to make sure all the bridesmaids felt comfortable and beautiful. They were wonderful to work with and sent tons of color swatches so that we could select the jewel tone palette that melded perfectly with our wedding vision!

For flowers we worked with Krissy from Boston Pollen whose work is breathtaking. I knew I wanted to focus on Dahlias and rich deep red tones, and she exceeded my expectations. From the bouquets and boutonnieres, to the out-of-this world ceremony arch, I cannot recommend her enough!

We wanted our cake to fit into our eclectic, moody, Autumn theme, so I hired Aunty Ellen’s Creative Confections to make our cake. She crafted a stunning, and delicious, three tier “naked” red velvet cake adorned with a Dia de los Muertos couple, and flowers from Pollen. It was one of my favorite things from that day!

Our wedding day was the perfect golden and sunny day which left a warmth in the air for our twilight ceremony. The sun had just went down when the ceremony started. My dad and I walked down to a beautifully flowered archway to the Beatles, “Blackbird”, surrounded by our loved ones. It was like a dream. My friend Kristen performed the ceremony and did a flawless job. Kyle and I wrote our own vows, and Kyle surprised everyone including me by reading a poem he wrote. I tried not to cry so just kept laughing nervously – I knew I was doing the right thing marrying this guy. We took pictures earlier in the day and got to see all our guests at cocktail hour.Our reception was a non-stop party, and we danced the night away. The rest they say is history! We couldn’t have asked for a better wedding! – Jill, the bride

From the planner and stylist: Mustard and Fig: This wedding was such a pleasure for us to design. It’s a saturated and luxurious palette, Autumnal elements, and thoughtful touches, made Jill and Kyle’s day one of our all-time favorites. From hand-lettered signs and custom paper goods to individually velvet-tied pumpkins and the 8ft moon photo booth, each detail was meticulously crafted to reflect the couple’s eclectic style. Even more special was working with Jill and Kyle. Their love for each other constantly reminded us why we do this in the first place! From our very first meeting, Jill and Kyle expressed that they wanted their wedding to be undoubtedly them – they wanted the day to feel personal, warm, and like everyone was family. Our vendor team was a dream, and we had so much fun working with some of New England’s best! Our favorite part of the day was the ceremony – Jill and Kyle love the night sky and wanted a twilight ceremony. It was lit by candlelight and truly beautiful. Overall, the day was thoughtful, joyful, and undoubtedly Jill and Kyle!

Wedding Vendors: Planning and Design: Mustard and Fig Photography: Lindsay Hackney Photography Flowers: Pollen Venue: Harrington Farm Bridesmaid Dresses: Coralie Beatrix Wedding Dress: Maggie Sottero Invitations: Minted

December 4, 2018 Source: https://ruffledblog.com/burgundy-velvet-wedding/

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A Little Bit of This and A Little Bit of That - My Favorites for the Weekend!

Rainy Saturdays are full of promise. Today, it’s 9:30 in the morning and I’m very unapologetically sitting in the bed working on my blog, catching up on magazines and catalogues and drinking my 3rd cup of coffee! I am thoroughly enjoying myself and all the while getting things done and stoking my creativity looking at fabulous photographs and recipes and searching around on the internet finding things that interest me that I can share with you!

I’m also preparing for a very busy week ahead by thinking about other blog articles and making a few lists of what I need to accomplish. I’m going to get up soon and do some relaxing yoga as I’m sore from working out this week and then I’ll meditate and center myself for the rest of the day! Tomorrow, I’m hoping to finally find the time to cook and share a recipe or two with you all! I’m still wishing for a fire in the evening, but it’s still so hot here that it might not happen soon.

The most exciting thing I can share with you all is that I’m going to be a grandmother again within a couple of weeks. My daughter Lauren is having another precious little boy and I am beyond excited to meet him!

I’ve been trying to post more often and appeal to those of you who love inspiration, and also post more purely fashion blogs. I’m also working on a few fitness videos and planning to record my second podcast. I would love to know what your favorite posts are and what you would like to see more of. Please leave me a comment and let me know!

Today, I’m sharing some of my favorite finds and things that I love! I hope you enjoy!

If you don’t know about Mel Robbins and The Five Second Rule, you’re going to love her and her book! In this video, Mel is interviewed by Bo Hawkins and it relates so beautifully to my post yesterday about confidence.

Several years ago I purchased Parisian Chic by Ines de la Fressange and was so inspired by the outfit ideas as worn by very chic French women! I’m really excited to receive this book on decorating and incorporating some of the ideas into my home! This book will be perfect for reading by the fire (hopefully one Sunday very soon)!

I’m dying to try these Autumn Stuffed Sweet Potatoes from Camille Styles. They make a beautiful presentation, are extremely healthy and there’s no way they aren’t delicious given that they’re stuffed with Alouette Garlic and Herb Cheese, pomegranate seeds and kale!

Movie season is starting and it is not going to disappoint this year! If you saw a star is born the first time around and loved it then you surely don’t want to miss the newest version staring Lady Gaga and OMG - BRADLEY COOPER! A Star is Born opened yesterday and is at the top of my list of movies to see!

Thinking I just might need this cute dress from Anthropologie! There are so many cute things on the website and I’m loving all the moody dark florals right now!

 Looking for a little edge in your life? These studded strappy boots will do just that, without going overboard…perfection and priced right!

I’ve been burning pumpkin candles non stop for the last couple of weeks! Here are a few of my favorites!

It’s that time of the year once again, meaning it’s time for Williams Sonoma Pumpkin Bread! It’s about the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth! I love it toasted with cream cheese and Pecan Pumpkin Butter! The Staub Pumpkin Cocotte is the ideal thing for a big pot of soup, or just to decorate the top of your stove for the season…hang the cute dishtowel on the stove and your ready for fall!

“One of the happiest moments in life is when you find the courage to let go of what you can’t change!”

If you’re looking for an amazing soup recipe to fill your pumpkin cocotte, try this Autumn Squash soup from The Last Food Blog.

Happy Saturday!