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beautifulbookishdisaster · 4 months ago
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"it's been January for months in both directions."
John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed (Kaveh Akbar's Wild Pear Tree)
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lauramariescorner · 2 years ago
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indigosepiacarmine · 1 year ago
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a love letter to the fragility and resiliency of all the wild creatures of the forest, set to black pear tree by the mountain goats
physical copies available at my store
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thiefbird · 1 month ago
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In my continuing adventures of Making Things I Could Buy my mother and I have 1.5 gallons of hard cider now fermenting!
We went to a fall festival yesterday and bought 2 gallons of fresh pressed, unpasteurized apple cider(the cloudy delicious kind not hard obviously) and then we dumped it in a sanitised bucket with yeast nutrient and pectic enzyme and we're letting the natural yeasts on the apple skins ferment it! It will either be the tastiest thing ever or very gross <3
Next weekend we're making mead with local honey but that will have packaged wine yeast in it
And I'm hoping to at some point convince my dad to make beer with non gluten grain so I can have beer
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nakedinthecity · 2 years ago
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The Wild Pear, 09.10.2021
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meanwhileoutsidethecave · 2 years ago
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lascitasdelashoras · 1 year ago
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Nuri Bilge Ceylan - The wild pear tree
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blahwithasideofblah · 1 year ago
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I fucking hate pears. They're just fake apples.
Like, the taste is ok, but you bite into one, expecting the texture and softness of an apple, but instead you get a fucking hard, grainy, unsettling wierd-ass thing in your mouth. It's horrible.
The only thing they're good for is being baked into something to taste/feel more like apples.
The only valid pear is an apple.
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greencheekconure27 · 2 years ago
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sogoodcontent · 5 months ago
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The Wild Pear Tree (2018) Nuri Bilge Ceylan
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girlwtdragontattoo · 2 months ago
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Yandere Elf x Reader - Escape
Character and Art belongs to @meo-eiru (thank you so much for making him, I owe you my soul)
Part 2
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Word Count: 1000
The silky hair bellowed behind the tall, grinning elf, as he skipped back home. Having found wild strawberries and thyme in the forest, Silas was excited to bake a beautiful cake for his little treasure.
Oh, how they love my cakes with my special fondant! I can’t wait to see them!
The elf practically floated back to your shared home, wanting to see your cute little face when he burst through the door. Briskly strutting to the oak tree door, he grasped the handle, infusing it with magic, and opened it quickly.
“My sweet! I’m back! Look what I found in the woods!”, he called gingerly.
No answer. But this was normal.
“Daaaarling!”, he cooed with his hand next to his mouth, placing the basket on the dining table, after closing (and locking) the door behind him. Silas looked around, his tresses floating as if in water behind him. The home looked just like when he left it, with a few furniture items moved slightly. That was no cause for concern, either. His darling usually stacked items in his absence. Why, he did not truly know.  
Is this the game you like to play? Conceal and Find, was it?
Silas looked in closets, under the bed, under pillows, under rugs, in big kitchen pots, in every nook and cranny he usually found his sweetheart tucked away when he played your game. Still with a slight smile etched across his face, that flickered briefly, the elf placed his hands on his hips and looked around the living room once again.
“Oh, darling. You’ve got me. Come out now, it’s almost time for dinner!”
Silence, besides the brief rustling of his attire while he traced around the room, checking a few spots he had already looked at. A cold ripple slithered up his spine. He had usually found you by now with his keener senses.
Silas felt the kiss of a breeze on the back of his nape, turning his head to see the high window slightly ajar. Below it was a dining room chair. On the ground, three big boxes of his collection of human toys lay upside down or strangely tilted, a bit dented – like they had fallen down from somewhere.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he identified soft nail markings on the windowsill and foot scrapings on the wall. Even some of that gorgeous hair his beloved had, littered the frame of the narrow window.
His whole being thundered with horror. The, albeit slow, realization that … you had gotten out! Through the high window – a feat the elf had thought was impossible for such a short being.
Silas crashed through the door, whipping his hair back and forth in a frenzy.
“Darling!?!” he squealed. “It’s not safe out here! Come back to Mama!” His eyes darted to the ground, where he quickly discovered some deep footprints, even knee markings, in the wet soil. Thank the trees it had rained the night before. It seemed his precious had fallen from the window down into the soil. Oh no! Were you hurt????
The tears stung his eyes and marked his ethereal, yet panic-stricken visage, as he bolted after the trail you had unwillingly left behind. Pummeling through the trees and thickets, a few branches scraped his wide chest and cheeks. He didn’t seem to notice or care. Loud whimpers escaped him, but these were dedicated to the potential loss of his love.
Silas bolted through the forest, looking erratically in every little corner his wet elven eyes could pear into, continuously squeaking the words “Darling” and “My love” into the distance. As he dashed into a small clearing, he saw the footprints once again, leading to a hollow tree trunk.
Sobbing loudly, he tilted his head, as he bent down, letting his golden locks collect on the grass. A pair of angry eyes met his.
“DARLING!”, he yelped, seeing your small frame crumbled against the wood holding a severely bruised knee. His face was completely soaked, with new tears cascading down relentlessly, in sweet relief that he had found you.
You stared at him weakly, but said nothing. Internally, you were screaming. Why had the window been so goddamn high? And why had it been so freaking tiny? If not for the stinging pain in your legs, you probably would’ve gotten away.
Silas forcefully pulled you out of the husk and squeezed you into his body, your face buried in his scratched up, enormous chest.
“YOU’RE HURT! MY POOR LITTLE ANGEL!”, the tears were dripping onto your head, drenching your scalp. The elf pulled you up to him, hands under your armpits and forced you to stare into his desperately weepy face. He sniffled disgustingly, looking down at the bloody knee: “Here, let me-“
As he tried to bring your wounded leg up to his lips, you recoiled hastily. Silas lost hold of your leg, but still maintained his grip on your back.
“Oh, my love. You must be in so much pain! You must’ve been scared to death out here!”, he croaked and slung his massive arms around them – despite the excessive wriggling. He put his thumb on your chin and yanked you into a deep caress. Feeling your soft lips made his tears dry slightly, as he sighed heavily into your face. No matter how much you tried to wince away, Silas hold was so robust, that no amount of struggle helped.
That damn saliva of his. You felt your body weaken even further, with a tingly sensation trailing through your lower half.
Finally releasing your lips, his eyes glittered as he gently stroked your face, ignoring the death glare.
“Come, let’s go home. I can treat your wounds better there.”
Carrying you in his arms and plastering kisses all over your face, Silas walked briskly towards your home.
“I found strawberries!” His mood was suddenly as chipper as a small child’s in the rain as he pranced through the forest. “I’ll bake you a cake after our bath!”
You let your head hang in defiance, but there was no point of fighting.
“Fine,” you murmured through gritted teeth.
What was it with this stupid elf?
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havingapoemwithyou · 10 months ago
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wild pear tree by Kaveh Akbar
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dionysianivy · 2 months ago
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𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 🍎🌾
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Celebrations:
Mabon/Autumn Equinox
[Mabon is a time of gratitude and contemplation, where we acknowledge the rewards of the year. It represents the balance between day and night, a moment to express our thanks for the harvest and start preparing for the winter months ahead.]
Flowers:
Aster, Locust, Marigold, Chrysanthemum, Morning Glory, Myrtle, Thistle
Herbs/Plants:
Ivy, Sage, Rosemary, Marjoram, Fern
Fruits:
Apple, Grapes, Plums, Pears, Figs, Blackberry
Deities:
Demeter, Dionysus, Persephone, Thoth, Modron/Madron, Mabon, The Green Man, Epona, Ishtar
Colors:
Orange, Gold, Red, Brown, Yellow, Violet
Crystals:
Amethyst, Topaz, Sapphire, Carnelian, Cat's Eye, Lapis Lazuli, Tourmaline
Animals:
Dog, Horse, Hawk, Wolf, Squirrel, Wild Goose, Swan, Salmon
Trees:
Oak, Apple Tree, Hazel Tree, Aspen, Cedar
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🍇⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
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meanwhileoutsidethecave · 2 years ago
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greenwitchcrafts · 3 months ago
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August 2024 Witch Guide
New Moon: August 4th
First Quarter: August 12th
Full moon: August 19th
Last Quarter: August 26th
Sabbats: Lughnasadh/Lammas- August 1st
August Sturgeon Moon
Also known as: Barely Moon, Black Cherries Moon, Corn moon, Dispute Moon, Harvest moon, Herb Moon, grain moon, Mountain Shadows Moon, Red moon, Ricing Moon, Weodmonath & Wyrt moon
Element: Fire
Zodiac: Leo & Virgo
Animal spirts: Dryads
Deities: Diana, Ganesha, Hathor, Hecate, Mars, Nemesis, Thot & Vulcan
Animals: Dragon, lion, phoenix & sphinx
Birds: Crane, eagle & falcon
Trees: Alder, cedar & hazel
Herbs: Basil, bay, fennel, orange, rosemary, rue & St.John's wort
Flowers: Angelica, chamomile, marigold & sunflower
Scents: Frankincense & heliotrope
Stones: Carnelian, cats/tiger's eye, emerald, fire agate, garnet, jade, moonstone, peridot, red jasper, red agate, sardonyx, topaz & tourmaline
Colors: Dark green, gold, orange, red & yellow
Energy: Abundance, appreciation, authority, courage, entertainment, finding your voice, friendship, gathering, harvesting energy, health, love, pleasures, power, prophecy, prosperity, vitality & wisdom
The name Sturgeon Moon comes from the giant lake sturgeon of the Great Lakes & Lake Champlain; this native freshwater fish was readily caught during this part of summer & an important food staple for Native Americans who lived in the region. At one time the lake sturgeon was quite abundant in late summer, though they are rarer today.
• August's full moon is the first Supermoon of the year, which means that it will appear bigger & brighter than the full Moons we have seen so far!
Lughnasadh
Known as: Lammas, August Eve  & Feast of Bread
Season: Summer
Element: Fire
Symbols: corn, grain dollies & shafts of grain
Colors: Gold, golden yellow, green, light brown, orange, purple, red & yellow
Oils/Incense: Aloe, apple, corn, eucalyptus, safflower, rose & sandalwood
Animals: Cattle (bull & calf)
Birds: Chicken/Rooster
Stones: Aventurine, carnelian, citrine, peridot, sardonyx & yellow diamond
Food: Apples, barely cakes, berries, berry pies, breads, colcannon, cider, corn, grains, honey, lamb, nuts, potatoes, rice, sun-shaped cookies & wild berries
Herbs/Plants: Alfalfa, aloe, blackberry, bramble, corn, cornsilk, corn stalk, crab apple, fenugreek, frankincense, ginseng, goldenseal, gorse, grape, medowsweet, oak leaves, pear, rye, sloe & wheat
Flowers:  Clyclamen, heather hollyhock & sunflower
Trees: Acacia, apple, myrtle,oak & rowan
Goddesses: Aine, Alphito, Bracacia, Carmen, Ceres, Damina, Danu, Demeter, Ereshkigal, Freya, Frigga, Gaia, Inanna Ishtar, Kait, Persephone, Sul, Taillte, Tea & Zaramama
Gods: Athar, Bes, Bran, Dagon, Dumuzi, Ebisu, Ghanan, Howtu, Liber, Lono, Lugh, Neper, Odin & Xochipilli
Issues, Intentions & Powers: Accomplishment, agriculture, challenges, darkness, death, endings, release & transformation
Spellwork: Abundance, bounty, fire magick, rituals of thanks & sun magick
Activities:
• Bake fresh bread
• Weave wheat
• Take walks in nature or along bodies of water
• Craft a corn doll
• Learn a new skill
• Watch the sunrise/sunset
• Leave grains and seeds in a place where birds, squirrels and other small animals can appreciate them
• Eat outside with family/friends/coven members
• Donate to your local foodbank
• Prepare a feast with your garden harvest
• Give thanks & offerings to the Earth
• Trade crafts of make deals
• Gather and/or dry herbs to use for the upcoming year
• Celebrate/honor the god Lugh by hosting a competition of games
• Participate in matchmaking or handfasting ceremonies
• Decorate your altar with symbols of the season
• Clean up a space in nature
• Plant saved seeds or save seeds to use in the future
Lughnasadh or Lammas is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of the harvest season. Historically it was widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland & the Isle of Man. Traditionally it is held on 1 August, or about halfway between the summer solstice & autumn equinox. In recent centuries some of the celebrations have shifted to the Sunday nearest this date.
Lughnasadh is mentioned in early Irish literature & has pagan origins. The festival is named after Lugh the god of craftsmanship. It was also founded by the god Lugh as a funeral feast & athletic competition/funeral games in memory of his foster-mother Tailtiu. She was said to have died of exhaustion after clearing the plains of Ireland for agriculture.
• Tailtiu may have been an earth goddess who represented the dying vegetation that fed mankind.
• Another tale says that Lugh founded the festival in memory of his two wives, the sisters Nás & Bói. 
In the Middle Ages it involved great gatherings that included ceremonies, athletic contests (most notably the Tailteann Games which were extremely dangerous), horse racing, feasting, matchmaking & trading.
• With the coming of Christianity to the Celtic lands, the old festival of Lughnasadh took on Christian symbolism. Loaves of bread were baked from the first of the harvested grain & placed on the church altar on the first Sunday of August. The Christianized name for the feast of Lughnasadh is Lammas which means “loaf mass”.
Some believe this is the time where the God has weakened & is losing his strength as seen in the waning of the day's light. The Goddess is pregnant with the young God who will be born on Yule.
Sources:
Farmersalmanac .com
Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines
Wikipedia
A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs
Encyclopedia britannica
Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living
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weepingtalecowboy · 2 months ago
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Fanfic prompt : Wild defiantly has a list of all the chain's animal species just to be absolutely sure that he doesn’t kill one of them or something
He isn’t allowed to hunt bunnies of any sort of color (not after the last time he accidentally shot a dirty legend who looked brown instead of pink)
He refuses to hunt wolves
He is careful with small critters in case it is a minish or something (he can’t see them but he can be careful with any small creature in case it is actually a miniature four)
He isn’t allowed to cut down trees without permission from time (time nearly lost his arm that day )
He isn’t allowed to catch fairies anymore (Rulie still hasn’t recovered from the trauma he suffered when Wild tried to shove a fairy him in the slate )
He isn’t allowed to hunt birds and seagulls especially (Legend was ready to murder him and wind freaked out when Wild shoot a gull he used at the moment and unfortunately wind can feed any sort of bird with hyoi pears not just seagulls)
Just to be safe his list includes hylians , humans , gorons, Gerudo, rito and Zora
But because the list is this ridiculously long he always asks an animal whatever or not it is sentient
Because the likelihood of another sentient animal is way to high to risk a it
Random deer grazing on a field
Wild trying to be safe with his hunting: Are you sentient or a hyrulian in disguise because I want to kill you
Random deer looks up at him : * nodding at him *
Wild : god damn it
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