1. Sloom - Of Monsters and Men // 2. Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran // 3. Manhattan - Sara Bareilles // 4. Gone - Kina Grannis // 5. Skinny Love - Birdy // 6. Listen People - Herman’s Hermits // 7. Strawberry Wine - Deana Carter // 8. Landslide - Fleetwood Mac // 9. Fast Car - Tracy Chapman // 10. Mess Is Mine - Vance Joy // 11. Cherry Wine (Live) - Hozier // 12. Desperado - Eagles // 13. Wildflowers - Tom Petty // 14. Naked as We Came - Iron & Wine // 15. How Do I Live - LeAnn Rimes // 16. Holding You - Jim and The Povolos // 17. Wild Child - Enya // 18. Tell Me How - Paramore // 19. You Win, I Win, We Lose - Kenny Chesney // 20. How to Save a Life - The Fray
Juice of 1 lime.
1T soy sauce.
1.5T fish sauce.
1T sesame oil.
1T brown sugar.
½ a small red chilli deseeded and finely diced.
2 cloves of garlic crushed.
Thumb sized piece of ginger, peeled and grated.
Combine all ingredients in a jug and set aside.
250g piece of rump steak.
Season and cook over a medium heat in a frying pan. A few minutes each side until it is cooked to medium.
Remove from pan and rest loosely covered in foil while the salad is prepared.
Mixed lettuce leaves to serve 2.
Handful of basil leaves.
Handful of coriander.(cilantro).
One cucumber sliced into batons.
12 cherry tomatoes quartered.
¼ of a red onion diced.
¼ of a capsicum finely sliced.
1 C of cooked brown rice.
Divide the salad between two large bowls.
Slice the beef into strips and place on top of the salads.
Drizzle the dressing over the top.
Sprinkle over a handful of roasted cashew nuts if desired before serving.
(( for the beautiful @opalescentgold for the bored prompts. In all seriousness this ficlet made me do more Bond research than I’ve done in months for any of my epics. Also, did you know that it’s a forty minute tube ride from Bond’s canon address to MI6 and a twenty minute car ride? ))
In all honesty, Bond had never noticed it until the spring after the incident at Skyfall. Granted, it hadn’t been in his life until shortly before and even then it had been in a state of dormancy. He supposed it would be something other people would notice in their mundane, warless lives. Yet, it wasn’t like he came upon it unexpectedly, Bond knew that it was logical for such a thing to begin blooming around this time with such a climate and environment. However, the spot in which it had taken root and flourished surprised him.
Of course, the “it” in question was the large cherry tree at Notting Hill Gate. In full bloom and situated just across the road from where Bond got off the tube on his way home, it wasn’t as if the blossoms were hard to miss. The gnarling branches wound together, tightly confined in the small garden space between the front of the stark white flat and the pavement. Whimsy branches reaching out, cloaked in satin petals that reflected their pink tint on to their surroundings in the midday London sun.
James was a bewildered by his sudden urge to approach the tree. The double 0 had never considered himself one to indulge in the frilly prettiness of the soft petals the rained down when the wind blew just right, and drawing attention to himself so close to his MI6 purchased flat wouldn’t be great for his cover. So, Bond tamped down the urge and continued on with the rest of his forty minute journey.
And despite all this, Bond’s new found fascination with flowering trees had absolutely nothing to do with the bouquet of cherry blossoms that appeared on Q’s desk with following morning. Nor did it have anything to do with the hour or so of destroyed security camera footage hidden deep in the databank of Bond’s computer.
A week before Thanksgiving, Mr. and Mrs. Park decide to take a trip. While they pack their suitcases, Jungkook and Jimin lounge on their bed, watching the neatly-folded clothes being placed into the suitcase. A plate of birthday cake Oreos lie between them, crumbs littering the white bedsheets.
Chubby cheeks stuffed full of sweets, Jimin intently watches his mother place a toothbrush into a ziplock bag, ears perked. When he’d heard the news about their leave, he instantly pouted, upset that he wasn’t joining them. While his parents are away, his Aunt is going to watch over him and the house.
“I don’t even know her!” he’d shouted yesterday, voice so loud Jungkook could hear it from his place on his backyard’s swings. “I don’t wanna stay with her!” Since then he’s calmed down, albeit still upset. Whenever he’s irritated, he stuffs his face with food and asks Jungkook for extra cuddles.
“Eat a cookie!” Prodding the cookie against Jungkook’s lips, Jimin giggles when the chocolate stains his mouth. “Jungkookie, eat it!”
Shaking his head, Jungkook leans away from his friend. If he hadn’t downed a whole bowl of Captain Crunch then he’d have eaten a few cookies. Full and content, all he wants now is to be warm! Grabbing the blankets and bunching them around his body, Jungkook shivers. If only she’d let them snuggle!
“Jimin, don’t force him to eat,” his mother coos, folding her silk skirt neatly. The blue stones around her neck cackle together when she moves. “Perhaps he’s already eaten.”
“But there’s always room for cookies,” Jimin explains through his mouthful of food, spraying chocolate chunks all over the blankets. Before they’re shooed out of the room, Jimin grabs the plate of cookies, nibbling on one as they wander to the kitchen. Sniffing the pumpkin candle burning on the stove as Jimin fills a cup full of water, Jungkook yawns. Yesterday he’d snuck over to Jimin’s room at night and the two had played their Nintendos for hours.
Setting the empty cup into the sink, Jimin grabs Jungkook’s hand and leads him to his room. Inside, it’s warm and the sunshine bright, like his mother’s hugs.
Wiping his mouth on his blankets (receiving a “don’t do that!” from Jungkook), Jimin gently pulls him over to the bed. Jungkook’s back lies on the bedsheets, Jimin’s small body on top of his, their noses tentatively touching. Jungkook has to glance away from Jimin’s affectionate look as his tongue touches his cheek. It’s too much!
“Look at me,” Jimin touches his neck, voice gentle. “Jungkookie.”
“I am.” Their eyes locked, Jungkook flicks his ear against Jimin’s forehead. “Why can’t I be on top?”
“’Cause I’m older,” Jimin reaffirms by tentatively touching their lips together. Jimin’s lips are always fruity and delicious. Like he’s touched fire, he immediately flinches back, then stuffs his nose into Jungkook’s neck.
Ever since they cuddled under the pines, they’ve been spending a lot of time together, nuzzling and kissing. Not only on the lips, but on the cheeks!
Their parents really don’t like it when they kiss. A few days ago, Mrs. Park had caught them kissing (on the cheek!) and had instantly separated them. Expecting her to yell, he’d been surprised when she’d looked worried. How confusing. She doesn’t need to worry about them because they’re best friends.
Jungkook’s mother, on the other hand, was very upset. Stripping her son and plopping him into the bathtub, the bubbles touching his chin, he’d played with his rubber ducks while she’d scrubbed at his neck. It took a while for the cherry scent to fade. After rubbing his neck raw, she’d warned him to never mark each other again, otherwise “there’ll be consequences.” Jungkook knows Jimin wants to mark him again, he wants him to, so it’s useless to rub his neck till he’s red.
Deeply inhaling Jungkook’s scent, a growl suddenly erupts from Jimin’s chest. Eyes popping open in surprise when Jimin harshly nips his neck, Jungkook growls in return and pushes Jimin away. The bite stings when he moves, which is why he remains lying on the bed. “Hey, that hurt!” he snaps, touching his neck. His mother will definitely smell this bite.
“You don’t smell like me,” Jimin whispers, taking his place above Jungkook. This time, he nips Jungkook’s neck much softer, moving from one side to the other, covering the skin with licks, kisses, and nuzzles. It’s funny how serious he’s trying to be, with his chubby cheeks and cute lips, resembling a peach.
Jungkook’s a little nervous at this sudden aggressive behavior, but something inside him is telling him that this is good, very good. His parents tell him that he’s too young for Jimin to mark him, and he knows it, but something internal is clashing against these words.
“You smell like brownies,” Jimin giggles against his neck, content with his marking. “I wanna eat you.”
“Don’t eat me!” Jungkook squirms, laughing when Jimin flops off of him and smacks onto the floor. Hearing the small ‘ouch,’ Jungkook asks, “Are you okay!?”
Rubbing his back, Jimin nods, mouth scrunched in pain. “Yeah…”
Feeling bad at Jimin’s wobbly voice, Jungkook motions him over, a smile immediately forming on Jimin’s lips. Tails intertwined and bodies close, Jimin sniffles and wipes his eyes while Jungkook rubs his ears.
Cherry ripe muffins🍒🍫
2/3 cup raw sugar or coconut sugar
1/3 cup melted vegan butter or coconut oil
¾ cup almond milk or other plant based milk
1/3 cup raw cacao powder
1 & ½ cups gluten free self raising flour or regular/wholemeal self raising flour
1 cup desiccated coconut
1 cup cherries, fresh or frozen
1 tsp coconut essence, optional
1. Preheat oven to 170C and grease a muffin tray with coconut oil/spray.
2. In a large bowl, whisk together the melted butter, sugar and coconut essence.
3. Next, whisk in the almond milk.
4. Gradually mix in the cacao and flour, followed by the desiccated coconut. Then lastly, fold in the cherries.
5. Pop into the muffin tin and bake in the oven for approx 30 minutes until golden.
6. Remove from the oven and allow the muffins to cool down before taking out of the tin!
7. Top with melted chocolate (I used ‘Sweet William’ from Coles) and extra coconut if desired.
Enjoy!!! Hope you like them. Love Ev❤❤❤
12 zodiac signs 10 fingers, 10 toes, a spiritual heart and a spiritual mind to carry out the work of god. 12 disciples 12 olympians, the principal gods of the greek pantheon 12 apostles and the 12 indian shrines called jyotirlingas 12 petals in the heart chakra the egyptians followed a 12 god philosophy. 1+2 = 3 = the third eye. Kiddushin, was the rabbi’s twelve letter god. 12 fruits of the cosmic tree. HIH-HVVH-VIHIH = the kabalist’s named 12 letter god. the woman with the crown of 12 stars across her head. 12 reported sightings of jesus following his death.
Pisces—the night house of Jupiter Aquarius—the day house of Saturn (Uranus) Capricorn—the night house of Saturn Scorpio - the night house of Mars Sagittarius—the day house of Jupiter Libra—the day house of Venus Virgo—the night house of Mercury Leo—the sole house of Sol Cancer—the sole house of Luna Gemini—the day house of Mercury Taurus—the night house of Venus Aries—the day house of Mars.
Duellist, dangerous, hair trigger, precision, graceful, dangerous, average confidence, can adapt. Volatile and scrupulously polite… but will whisper “bitch” after dealing with someone they hate. Passive aggressive as fuck. She’s a killer queeeeeeeen.