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Apothecary Lesson #2: Drying your herbs

     Guess who’s back, back again? Davide’s back, tell a friend. Either way, hello everyone, and today, we’re getting a little old-fashioned. Like real old-fashioned. Like, pioneer witch old, y’know? That’s right kids, we’re drying our own herbs, and I’ve got three methods for each herb-drier out there: The “I’m, like, totes a wiccan,” The “Well, this should work faster,” and then the “This better goddamn work.”


Method One: Oldest

What You’ll Need:

  • Herbs, tied with twine
  • Twine
  • Thumbtack

Instructions:

  1. You’re going to tie a piece of twine to the thumbtack, and attach the other end of the twine to the herb bundle. 
  2. Push the thumbtack either into the wall or the ceiling to hang them. 
  3. Let dry for 6-12 months (Keep in dry, warm room, and if you’re harvesting seeds, you might want to wrap your herbs in cheesecloth first) 

Method Two: Nature n’ Shit

What You’ll Need:

  • Herbs to dry
  • Table to place herbs on
  • Glass to put over herbs (and something to support the glass so it doesn’t touch the herbs) 

Instructions:

  1. Place herbs onto the table, and spread out so as to not have the herbs touch each other. 
  2. Put table into the sun, and place the glass panel over the table
  3. Let dry in direct sunlight for 12 hours (until brittle) 

Method Three: Ain’t Nobody Got Time for That

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What You’ll Need:

  • A Microwave
  • Paper Towels
  • Herbs to dry

Instructions:

  1. Place your herbs in a thin layer on one paper towel, and lay another paper towel on top of that. 
  2. Place into your microwave, and cook on high for one minute. Let rest for thirty seconds. Then microwave again for thirty seconds–you will repeat a series of rest for thirty seconds then cooking for thirty seconds
  3. The herbs should be dried after approximately 10-15 minutes

Well… that was fun, right? Either way, thank you for reading through this, and I hope you guys stay tuned for the next installment of “Apothecary Lessons.” Talk to y’all later :) 

And you think you’re over it. But then a picture pops up online of him and the girl that’s not you, and it hits you all over again. Because you watched him choose her. You watched them fall in love. And you really thought you had let it go, but then you hear her talk about him, mentioning things about him that you never knew, and you can just picture them dancing, his jacket around her shoulders, and him telling his best friend back home that he’s found the One.

And maybe, someday, a couple of weeks or months from now, you really will be over it. You’ll be able to look at them and be happy that they found each other. Just not today, not yet.
—  d.e.m. 
Stiles Stilinski

(Guess who’s back, back again. Lexa’s back, tell a friend. Finally got around to writing for my boy Stiles Stilinski and I am so happy with how this turned out. Please let me know what you think! It’s not New Year’s where I am yet, but I know it’s already the start of 2017 in other places so Happy New Year’s puddins! Enjoy!)

Happy New Year’s

Was there anything you enjoyed more than sleeping? Probably not, and everyone knew your number one rule. If Y/N is asleep, do not wake her unless it’s an emergency!

Stiles always seemed to forget that rule.

It’s the slamming of the front door and the loud footsteps running up your stairs that wakes you.

You groan because you know who it is.

Stiles comes crashing into your room “Y/N, come on get up!” he says bouncing up and down on your bed and shaking you by the shoulders.

“Stiles, it’s 9:00am. What are you doing here?”

“Babe, it’s 2:00 in the afternoon! Get up, we’re not spending New Year’s Eve in bed.”

“Why not?” you sigh.

“Because, I have something planned for us tonight. So get up!” he says clearly annoyed.

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Prompt 59

After Person A’s funeral, Person B heads back to the car alone, telling friends and family to go on ahead, that they’ll be back at the house later.

They’re alone in the car. In the passenger’s seat there is a digital camera, Person A’s camera.

“I guess this is all I have left of you,” Person B says, voice cracking. Since the camera was what Person A cherished so much, it would be nice to finally see the photos that Person A took. After all, Person A always used to say , “I only take pictures of what I love.”

Upon looking through all the photos in the camera, Person B breaks into tears. All the pictures were of Person B.

You’ve built it up as a fear now, multifaceted. The fear of ridicule and rejection being the most predominant.

How can you even tell your closest friends? What the hell would they think of you? Weird, is your main thought right? How can someone at your age love to be tickled? Ugh. The more you think about it the more it actually makes you feel like a weirdo.

You repress your kink and hide it away. Lock it far away. That dirty little secret. The longer it’s hidden though, the more you make yourself believe it’s wrong.

Ok let’s break this down. Tickling is a thing. It happens ALL the time. It’s all around you, in films, on TV and in books. People tickle people to either make them laugh, distract them or embarrass them.
Is that’s what’s holding you back from telling your friends? The embarrassment? No, it’s more than that isn’t it. You’ve attached shame to it.

Think of all the kinks out there that give people pleasure and then think of tickling. How far up the scale of ‘weird’ is it really? You’re not dressing up in full rubber gear, you don’t need to be surrounded by kinky apparatus or need a partner to be dressed as an animal or something crazy.
If you really think about it, it’s pretty low on the scale right? It’s just someone touching you a certain way, and it doesn’t even have to be naked or sexual.

So why have you built it up to be so bad in your mind? Is a real friend going to tell you it’s disgusting? Is a real friend going to tell you to be ashamed of yourself? Who’s going to reject you because you like your feet tickled or if a finger in your belly button pleases you?

It’s a harmless kink, nothing to be ashamed of. I’m not saying broadcast it, but I am saying don’t repress it and let it lose its magic. Confide in a friend, tell your partner. You won’t get tickles if nobody knows!

Be proud of who you are, maybe, just maybe, you may get a friend to invite you round for Tickles And Chill…

Sebastian Stan one shot

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: none

A/N:  Guess who’s back, back again. Peachy’s back, tell a friend. But honestly I’m sorry for not writing for so long!

Today just like every other day you came to the café and sat in the corner booth.  Same order ­–a caramel macchiato. Placing your laptop on the table, you started thinking about the article you had to write. You came to New York to become a designer but somehow ended up as one of the most successful journalists in America. Five years of working for the leading magazines made you fall in love with your profession. You met so many great, intelligent people that helped you gain respect from other journalists and also your readers.

Waiter smiled at you and left the order on the table. He then asked if you needed anything and you wanted so hard to scream “Yes! Help me find a topic!” but instead you just quietly said “No, thanks” and smiled. When he left you closed your eyes and tried to figure out what could be that special thing people might be interested in. Love, money, family? That was basic and you wrote about all that so many times already. As you were brooding someone patted your shoulder.

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