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Here’s How to Eat Vegan for a Week For Under $50

Some of the most affordable foods on the planet are vegan, including rice, beans, legumes, pasta, and all kinds of fruits and veggies. Despite this, people will often ask us about eating vegan on a budget.

So we’ve compiled some handy tips and tricks that will keep you veg without breaking the bank:

Dry beans are worth the wait.
Sure, you have to soak them overnight, but dry beans are exponentially cheaper than canned. They’re also a delicious, protein-packed essential in a budget-friendly vegan diet.

Buy it frozen.
One great way to save money is to reduce food waste. Frozen veggies like corn, peas, and green beans are great because they last almost forever.

Get into oatmeal.
Yeah, oatmeal is a super secret vegan hack. It’s filling, loaded with iron and calcium, and one of the cheapest things you could eat for breakfast.

Stick with produce under $2 per pound.
When choosing fresh fruits and veggies, try to stick with items under $2/lb.

If you want to splurge, buy some Vegenaise.
Of course you can just use it like mayo, but you can also create sour cream (just add lemon juice), salad dressings, and sauces with this must-have specialty item.

Soup is a thing.
Soups loaded with veggies, grains, and beans hold well as leftovers, stretch your dollars, and make great filling meals!

Stick with staples.
Rice, pasta, and peanut butter are all great choices for affordability and versatility.

Every night can be taco night.
Put those tasty veggies and beans to use inside a toasted tortilla! Add some Vegenaise sour cream and you’ve got yourself a tasty and inexpensive vegan dinner.

anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I haven't heard your thoughts about the the apple symbolism with characters associated with it. Let me see: eto, furuta, touka?

It all comes back to the apple from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

Eto is the serpent who offers knowledge that brings suffering. This is seen principally with Kanae and Haise, who are severely tormented by the epiphanies Eto leads them to, but it also includes the Japanese (and even world) populace after her press conference and ‘Bileygr the King’. Their suffering in the conflict that erupts from the truth has already begun in the Clown Siege. Adam and Eve are seduced by the serpent, take the fruit, and them and all their kind suffer eternally because of it.

Furuta (*cough* FRUIT *cough*) is like if Adam had not only eaten the apple, but then used his newfound knowledge to topple God and take Eden for himself. He comes from the Sunlit Garden (of Eden), he knows how the system truly works, and now he’s using it for his own advantage. But although he hides it behind the mask of a clown, he’s suffering too, and he has a lot more to suffer before the series is through.

In her birthday art back in 2015, Touka was guarding the apple of knowledge for Haise. She had the power to unlock his memories, but chose not to, because (just like Haise’s memories), the apple does not only enlighten but brings immense torment to follow. Yet despite being aware of its dangers, Touka is still fond of the apple as deep down she does want Haise’s memories to return.

But in the end, having no reservations when it comes to causing pain, Eto is the one to indirectly grant the apple to Haise.

Thanks for the question, anon! One of these days I’ll write up a Biblical Reading of TG, where I’ll expand on a lot of the ideas I’ve talked about here. 

{ five’s company // ch. 16 }

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sixteen. 

You stretched when you came downstairs. You were wearing a simple night gown with a robe on since mornings here were a little chilly. You were wearing your fuzzy slippers and you hopped down the rest of the stairs. The boys looked up when they heard your feet padding against the smooth floors. They knew that sleepy little shuffle.

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Hi everyone! Lucie ( @sehrenities ) and I wanted to host an awards together, so we came up with this idea. It’s a little different because this will be a mixture between awards/ faves and a lasting promo-game with, as you can see, a fruity theme. All the winners will be delicated to one kind of fruit!


🍎  RULES

- must be following Lucie @sehrenities​ and I @glossomly​, we will check!
- must reblog this post to enter
- don’t delete the text or self- promote!


🍓  PERKS

- follow from both of us (if we’re not already following you)
- instant 50 queues from us
- unanounced promos
- q4q whenever you want
- there will be a post with a list of winners, which will be a long- term “promo game”. All the winners will be delicated to one kind of fruitthere will be promos given to the blogs who follow you and we will reblog that post every now and then so people will notice it. 
- 2 new friends :)


🍒  HIGHER CHANCES

- follow my instagram here, let me know when done!
- apply to @sehrenities faves here & join her fitness network here, let her know when done!
- talk to us (highest chances right here, because this awards is not just about the blog, but also about the blogger!!)


🍉  OTHER

- banner was made by me ( @glossomly), picture from tumblr
- we will choose 8 of our favorite blogs (winners)  whenever we reach a descent amount of notes
- if this flops, well, that will be awkward but then we’ll just pretend like this never happened :)

If you have any questions, feel free to message us at anytime!


Love, Sheryl and Lucie 

Pokemon Offerings and Working With Them Masterpost

Here is a masterpost of items you can put on altars for offerings to pokemon or to work with their energy or with them as guides. This is by pokemon type and compiled from my personal grimoires

Originally posted by paralyzeheals

Fire

Offerings: matches, ashes, candles (especially red), tea lights, LED candles, lighters, charcoal, black salt, cooked foods, spicy things, hot sauce, pepper flakes, black pepper, peppercorn, images of fire and volcanoes, lava lamps, chocolate, hot chocolate, dark roast coffee, fire related herbs like cinnamon, basil, sunflowers, and oak; fire related crystals like amber, carnelian, diamond, and bloodstone; anything red or orange, images of fire pokemon

Correspondences: power, anger, passion and lust, energy, strength, love, purification, courage, competition, victory, destruction and the element of fire

Spell types: burning, smoke cleansing, candle spells, fire elemental; strength spells, courage spells, revenge curses/spells; love spells

Water

Offerings: waters of all types (tap, rain, ocean, river, etc), sea salt, sea shells, beach sand, river dirt/sand, blue candles, ocean scented things (candles, lotion, sprays, etc), crab/crustacean shells, bath bombs and bath products, soap, spray bottles, images of the sea, lakes, rivers, rain, etc; pearls, anything blue, water related herbs like seaweed, lotus, cucumber, and aloe; water related crystals like aquamarine, lapis lazuli and sodalite; images of water pokemon or dive/net pokeballs

Correspondences: peace, tranquility, compassion, pure love (self-love), knowledge, purification and cleansing, emotions and emotional balance, and healing

Spell types: bath spells, spells using water, water elemental spells; cleansing, healing spells, tranquility/peace spells, self love spells

Grass

Offerings: living plants and succulents, leaves, grass, dried and fresh herbs, flowers and flower petals, natural scented incenses, oils and candles (like pine, clove, mint, forest, floral, etc), wooden objects, tree branches and bark, images of forests, meadows, and fields; fresh produce, foods containing vegetables and fruit, herbal teas, fresh water, watering cans, gardening tools, seeds and nuts, planting soil, green candles and tea lights, anything that is green and earthy colors, images of plant pokemon

Correspondences: prosperity, life, learning, youth, growth, the natural world, plants and plant magic, healing and health, luck, material gain and wealth

Spell types: herbal spells, teas, kitchen magick, garden magick, forest magick; healing spells, wealth and prosperity spells, luck spells, growth spells

Electric

Offerings: batteries, copper, wires, electronics, computers/tablets/phones/etc, cds, flash drives, yellow candles, energy drinks, sugar, storm and rainwater, sounds of rain and thunder, images of storms and lightning, LED candles, fairy lights/christmas lights, yellow things, lightning symbols, lemons and citrus, lemon balm, yellow flowers and plants, rice, yellow foods, sour foods and candies, trail mix, energy bars, motivational quotes and images, images of electric type pokemon

Correspondences: happiness, youth, energy, motivation, action, movement, change, power, and friendship

Spell types: storm magick/spells, motivational spells, happiness spells, friendship spells, charging and empowering spells, self-empowerment, energy work

Bug

Offerings: honey, sugar water, soda and sugary beverages, fruit, leaves and greenery, flowers (especially bee friendly ones), hives/wasp nests (safely collected of course), wax/bees wax, yellow and green candles, sweet flowery or fruity scents and oils, spider webs, woven things, braided threads, sewing supplies, quilt work, silk, green and yellow crystals, images of bug pokemon and/or net balls

Correspondences: mending, repair, transformation, growth, life lessons, change

Spell types: knot magic, woven or sewn, mending things, growth spells, accepting change spells; binding spells, curses related to paranoia and anxiety

Psychic

Offerings: purple, indigo and yellow candles; purple, indigo and yellow items; divination tools like tarot cards, divining rods, pendulums, and scrying mirrors; books, writing tools and supplies, art supplies like paints, inks, etc; crystals related to divination and psychic work like amethyst, mugwort, tea and tea supplies, herbs for divination and psychic work like dandelion, fig and orange peels; incenses that relate to psychic and divination work, essential oils associated with psychic and divination work, images of stars, planets, the sky and nebulae; images of psychic pokemon

Correspondences: divination, psychic abilities/work, communication, self exploration, curiosity, knowledge, wisdom, meditation, focus/memory, creativity, inspiration, mysticism

Spell types: divination, psychic work, meditation, dream work, cosmic witchcraft, written or drawn spells, sigil work, creativity spells, inspiration spells, knowledge spells, memory spells, improving communication

Dark

Offerings: black pepper, obsidian, onyx and other black crystals; black candles, storm water and salt, images and representation of the moon and night sky; moonstone, moon water, garnet, herbs associated with cursing like nightshade, rosemary, and foxglove (use caution with poisonous plants), black soil, charcoal and ashes, black ink or paint, glow in the dark objects and items, images of dark type pokemon

Correspondences: the unknown, mysticism, the moon/night, invisibility, peace, silence, banishing, cunning; curses of all kinds

Spell types: banishing and warding, invisibility spells, curses of all kinds, moon and night related magic

Ghost

Offerings: bones, graveyard dirt, apples, pomegranate, necromantic herbs like mugwort, mullein, mandrake and lavender; black and purple candles, skulls and imagery of skulls, crow feathers, dead plants and flowers, dried flowers/herbs, meat dishes, images of graveyards, blood, hematite, bloodstone, red wine, salt and black salt, iron, poisonous plants/herbs (use with caution), pendulum, tarot cards, ouija board, mirrors and scrying mirrors, images of ghost pokemon

Correspondences: death, endings, new beginnings, rebirth, renewal; sorrow, loss, fear

Spell types: spirit work, necromancy, ending things, cutting ties, unbinding, banishing; curses of all kinds, binding

Fairy

Offerings: glitter, sweets, baked goods, fruit, honey, beauty products, lotions, bath bombs, candy, bows and ribbons, nail polish, flowers, flower scented incense and oils, perfumes, mirrors, pink and white candles, gold, jewelry, rose quartz, clear quartz, pink and white crystals, lace, floral print, clothing and accessories, images of the moon, glitter jars, arts and crafts supplies, himalayan pink salt, epsom salts, floral or fruit teas, sugar, molasses, images of friends and loved ones, cotton balls and soft things, beads, pearls, images of fairy pokemon

Correspondences: glamour, beauty, youth, grace, passion, self love, whimsy, wishes, fantasy, friendship and family

Spell types: kitchen magic (especially baking), cottage magic, glamour, mirror magic, bath spells; self love spells, beauty spells, happiness spells, friendship spells, bonding spells, wishes

Poison

Offerings: poisonous herbs and plants (use with caution); willow, elm, mugwort, purple candles, amethyst, tanzanite, any purple crystals, purple things, toxic stones and gemstones (use with caution), iron, needles and sharp things, slime and sludge, lava lamps or glitter lamps, black lights, glow in the dark objects, images of poison pokemon

Correspondences: endurance, survival, emotional balance and strength, patience; spite, cursing, chaos

Spell types: endurance spells, emotional balance spells; cursing of all sorts, hexes, poisoning relationships

Ground and Rock

Offerings: dirt and mud, earth related herbs like wheat, oats, and ash; breads and grains, rice, rocks and stones, crystals related to earth like jade, jet and sandstone; clay and pottery, root vegetables, potatoes, raw metals, sand, brown candles, salt, images of mountains, caves, and canyons; anything brown, images of ground/rock pokemon

Correspondences: strength, endurance, balance, stability, wealth, respect, humbleness, grounding, maturity

Spell types: burying things, grounding and centering; strength spells, wealth spells

Ice

Offerings: ice water, melted snow, snowflake symbols/items, images of winter and snow, winter clothes, blankets, hats, scarves, mittens, blue and white candles, clear and white gemstones like clear and milky quartz, white glitter, silver, pine needles, pine cones, pine incense/oils, anything related to winter, the winter solstice or winter holidays, deer antlers, images of ice pokemon

Correspondences: isolation, shelter, serenity, beauty, grace, snow/winter magic, meditation, sleep, rebirth, new discoveries, cleansing, purification, protection

Spell types: invisibility, cleansing, cottage magic, serenity and peace spells, beauty spells, sleep spells, bringing new things into one’s life, protection spells; binding, freezing others

Flying

Offerings: incense, bells, feathers, imagery of clouds and sky, pinwheels, wind chimes, instruments, music, poetry, light fabrics, cotton, dandelion fluff/seeds, yellow, blue and white candles; headphones, ipods/radios, kites, air related herbs like lemongrass, mistletoe and lavender; air related crystals like fluorite, turquoise and mica; stamps and envelopes, art supplies, books, writing supplies, cameras, photos and drawings, divination tools like tarot cards and pendulums, mirrors, glass, wand, broom/besom, ribbons and string, soft things, bird’s nests, branches of bendy trees, images of flying type pokemon

Correspondences: weather, air element, flight, freedom, music, happiness, joy, divination, travel, discovery, communication, adventures

Spell types: divination, art and written spells, song and music spells, incense spells, weather magic, wind calling, air elemental spells, flying spells, inspiration spells, creativity spells, travel spells, communication spells

Normal

Offerings: bread, cooked meals, rice, quinoa, potatoes, blankets and pillows, home related tools and ‘knick knacks’, images of friends and family, wool, brown and white candles, kitchen tools and cooking supplies, cleaning supplies and tools, besom and brooms, warm scented candles and incense, brown and white crystals and stones, toys, postcards and letters from loved ones, baby powder, tissues and tissue paper, candy and cookies, candy and cookie tins/boxes, images of normal type pokemon

Correspondences: the home and hearth, family, friends, peace, content, nostalgia, memories, comfort, cleansing, warding, protection especially of the family and home

Spell types: cottage magic, kitchen magic, family related magic, friendship spells, protection spells, memory spells, comfort and calming spells, warding

Fighting

Offerings: trophies, sports equipment, outdoor gear, red candles, strong incense and oils, chalk, healthy foods, foods high in protein, vitamins, epsom salts, crystals and herbs associated with power, images of fighting types

Correspondences: strength, power, victory, overcoming foes/tragedies; aggression, anger

Spell types: strength spells, power spells, competition related spells; curses relating to revenger or anger

Steel

Offerings: metals of all kinds, nails, tools, metal containers and objects, gray, silver and gold candles; gray, silver and gold colored objects; chains, wires, tacks, and images of steel type pokemon

Correspondences: defense, protection, endurance, invincibility, self-assurance, self-empowerment, warding

Spell types: protection spells of all types, warding

Dragon

Offerings: cloves, cinnamon, bay laurel, sage, pepper, allspice, sunstone, carnelian, jasper, onyx, obsidian, amber, citrine, glass and glass objects, nuts, meats/high protein meals, beans, wines and alcohol, lanterns and candles, colors of red and purple, depictions of dragons and dragon related objects, dragon scales or dragon scaled items, dice, fantasy novels and books, images of dragon pokemon

Correspondences: dragons, power, nobility, respect, motivation, travel, mysticism, seeking the truth, loyalty

Spell types: draconic magic; strength and power spells, respect spells, self empowerment spells, motivation spells, loyalty spells, learning and discovery related spells

Their Amy; His Liebling (pt. 7)

Mark bursts through the door onto the roof, gasping for air. The tightness in his chest is aching with each beat of his heart, and tears he didn’t realize he was crying drip off his jaw onto the concrete roof. Dr. Iplier is close behind him, with a hand at Mark’s elbow to keep him on his feet. “Just breathe. Breathe,” he coaches quietly. “I’m sorry…”

“If you say I’m dying,” Mark pants, “I’m going to punch you in the face.”

Dr. Iplier smiles and shakes his head. Bim appears in the doorway of the stairs leading to the roof and brushes his fingers through his usually gelled hair. “Oh, you’re here. I didn’t know. I should probably…” He points behind him and starts to go, but Dr. Iplier rushes to stop him.

“No, no. Bim, why don’t you show Mark the garden you’re starting up here? I’m sure it would help you both to calm down a bit, don’t you think?” Dr. Iplier holds on gently to the cuff of Bim’s suit until the Ego turns around sheepishly, head ducked low, and nods.

“Yes, I think that would be a good idea.” Bim walks over to Mark with a small smile and gestures towards a corner of the roof where a few small trees in large, clay pots cast shade over boxes of smaller plants with poking green leaves, soaking up the sun. “Would you like to see my garden?”

Mark wipes the tears from his face, nodding and following the Ego over to the work-in-progress. Dr. Iplier watches them go before disappearing inside to check on the Host. He imagines that the blind Ego will not be happy with how things turned out.

“These are all kinds of fruit trees. Apple, oranges, apricots,” Bim tells Mark, pointing to the saplings. “Poppy, my dragon, helps them grow, and they’re doing very well.” Bim places his hand on the slim trunk of one of the trees and tries to take a deep breath. Seeing Dark on the loose again, so soon, makes him sick, but Wilford was right, none of them can do anything to stop him permanently. Only Mark can.

“Dragons, rooftop gardens, French toast, evil masterminds…” Mark takes a deep breath and laughs a little, looking up at Bim from where he crouches by the plant boxes. “You guys lead interesting lives.”

Bim sits down beside Mark and starts checking his growing vegetables. “We’d give it all up for a chance at what you have, friends and loved-ones.” Bim smiles at him, “Fans who support you. That sounds amazing.”

“They support you, too, you know,” Mark says. Bim looks back down at his now-dirty hands and shakes his head. They sit there for a few minutes in the shade with a soft breeze blowing in from the ocean. Bim tells Mark what each row of tiny plants will one day be: carrots, tomatoes, cucumber, and squash.

“Host says that he’ll be excited to cook with fresh fruits and vegetables,” Bim coos. “I think cooking for us makes him happy, even if he won’t admit to it. He likes taking care of people.” Bim’s gaze seems far off, like he isn’t looking at something in this world anymore. Then he shakes his head and shrugs. “But what do I know?”

Mark punches Bim lightly on the shoulder with another, healthier laugh. “Quit that! You always step back from everything you say and do, every compliment you get. It’s like you’re scared to death of being good at something.”

Bim scratches his head. “I’m afraid I’m not following you.”

Mark presses his lips together with a sigh before continuing, “You’re splendid with plants, but you’re shy to talk about them. You understand people like the Host and Wilford, but when they need you, you never speak up. Today in the dining room was the first time I’ve ever seen you do that, and you were brilliant.” Mark shrugs. “They need you, Bim. They need your empathy and your warmth.”

Tears spring to Bim’s eyes, and he throws his arms around Mark’s shoulders. “You really think so? You really don’t think I’m worthless?”

Mark laughs, and it’s a good, loud laugh. And he hugs Bim back. “Of course, I don’t think you’re worthless. Whoever told you that?” But the silence that follows is all the answer he needs. Dark knows how to crush people beneath his foot and keep them there. For Bim, it’s making him feel worthless for all the good things he does. “He’s wrong, Bim. I swear it.”

Bim pulls away from the hug, his glasses all fogged up from crying, and he takes them off to clean them without looking at Mark. “Thank you, really. I haven’t been this happy since… well since Amy came here the first time. She got Wilford to give me a real room, all to myself with a window and everything!”

“Yeah, she’s worth all of us put together and more,” Mark says. “She would probably be brave enough to shoot Darkiplier, too.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about that,” Bim mutters. “I imagine I couldn’t kill him either.” Bim gets that faraway look in his eyes again, and Mark nods, looking in the same direction but not seeing anything worth looking at the way Bim does.

Mark comes to a conclusion then: he has to protect the Egos, no matter what, and he knows just how to do it.

(*wiggles eyebrows* What’s he gunna do?)

*Summer Solstice/Litha Celebration and activities:*

Litha is a time for healing of all kinds, and protection rituals. Some work can and should be done alone, but there is room for more social gatherings.

Gather family and friends together with some drums and rattles, and dance the whole night through.

Go berry picking.

Go bird watching.

Burn a Wreath in bon fire. Wreaths of Vervain and Mugwort were burned in ancient times at the end of the festivals to burn away bad luck.

Place roses on your altar, as this is the Goddess flower.

Leave out milk and honey as an offering to the Fae.


Make a seashell charm to hang around your neck.

Create a fire divination, stare into the fire and look for forms in the leaping flames.

Create a ritual to bring healing and love to Mother Earth.

Make protection amulets for friends and family:
Examples:

Witches Ladders
1. Use feathers in colors that correspond with your need

2. Braid a yard each of white, black, and red cord for Goddess

3. Chant while braiding:
“Maiden, Mother, Ancient Crone
Your powers to these cords please loan”

4. Add feathers to chain as it grows

Make a quill pen to use in your Book of Shadows:


1. Scoop out the back of the quill and remove the core

2. Cut a tiny notch on the front of the quill

3. Cut a slit on the front of the quill from the notch
down

5. Cut the tip of the quill to form a point

*Midsummer Symbolism:*

Symbolism : Nurturing and love are key actions related to Midsummer. If you haven’t yet done so, Litha is a good time to perform your Self-Dedication Ceremony to witchcraft.

Great time for herb gathering. Longest day of the year, marks the time when days begin to get shorter again.

Symbols: fire to celebrate the power of the sun, sun wheels, god eyes, mother goddess, ripening fruits, sun dials, feathers, and swords, blades.

Deities: Father Gods and Mother Goddesses, Pregnant Goddesses and Sun Deities. Goddesses Aphrodite, Astarte, Freya, Hathor, Ishtar, Venus and other Goddesses who preside over love, passion and beauty. Athena, Artemis, Dana, Kali, Isis, Juno, Apollo, Dagda, Gwydion, Helios, Llew, Oak Holly King, Lugh, Ra, Sol, Zeus, Prometheus, Ares, Mother Earth, Father Sun, the fey, fairy folkand Thor.

Magick: Healings, growth spells, empowerment spells, and love magick are all incredibly potent at this time

Tools: drums, rattles, bonfire, mirrors for reflecting the sun or bonfire.

Colors: white, red, maize yellow or golden yellow, green, blue and tan.

Stones: all green gemstones, especially emerald, jade, tigers eye, lapis lazuli, ruby, diamonds, amethyst, malachite, golden topaz, opal, quartz crystal, azurite-malachite, lapis lazuli.

Animals: include robins, wrens, all Summer birds, horses and cattle.

Herbs: chamomile, cinquefoil, elder, fennel, hemp, larkspur, lavender, male fern, mugwort, pine, roses, Saint Johns wort, honesty, wild thyme, wisteria, oak, mistletoe, frankincense, lemon, sandalwood, heliotrope, copal, saffron, galangal, laurel, ylang-ylang, Basil, Betony, Dogwood, Oak, Rue, vervain, trefoil and verbena.

Incense: frankincense, myrrh, sandalwood, lemon , pine, jasmine, rose, lotus, or wysteria.

Foods: fresh vegetables of all kinds and fresh fruits such as lemons and oranges, pumpernickel bread as well as Summer squash and any yellow or orange colored foods. Barbecued food especially chicken or pork. Midsummer is also the time for making mead, since honey is now plentiful. Traditional drinks are ale, mead, sweet wines, fresh fruit juice of any kind and herb teas.

Element: fire

Flowers: sunflower and rose

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maso-kitten  asked:

Can I have one pocket Ayato or pocket Yuma, please? :)

Sure, which one though? If you can’t make up your mind, we have some helpful information that may help you decide :]

Pocket!Ayato

  • Likes to have his ego stroked very often, so praise him
  • Very responsive to positive reinforcement and negative punishment (ie. “You are being mean to Yui, so I will take her away. When you are ready to be nice to her, I will put her back.”)
  • Needs to be outside somewhat often to get exercise and stretch his legs
  • Needs to be fed 4-5 times a day (big eater)
  • Needs to be entertained, so play interactive games with him, but make sure the games are not too complicated or he will become frustrated (tic-tac-toe, battleship, etc.)
  • The game must have a clear winner (so he can gloat).
  • If something is happening, he wants to sit on your shoulder so he can see 
  • Likes to give you and other members of your household nicknames
  • He will shout their nicknames instead of their real names everytime they walk by his cage, hoping to get their attention
  • If he doesn’t want to be bothered, he will throw wood shavings (or what his cage bedding is) at you when you approach his cage
  • Doesn’t feel safe sleeping in the open (unlike some other pets), so give him a box with a hole in it and he will make it comfortable for sleep
  • Please listen to his jokes. He spends a lot of his time thinking of jokes. They may be corny but that means he is in a good mood.
  • He gets a boost when his owner genuinely appreciates him for who he is.

Pocket!Yuma

  • Very fond of pocket sized sugar cubes, which we sell in jars. They come with tweezers too.
  • He will try to sneak into the sugar jar to gorge himself so be sure to lock it and keep it out of sight from him
  • If you ever find him sprawled out, sleepy, and difficult to rouse, he got into the sugar jar. There’s nothing you can do, but let him sleep if off. Hide the jar somewhere else.
  • Aside from that, he makes a marvelous pet for owners who can’t afford to buy pocket pet food as often because he is so self-sufficient
  • He loves to grow all kinds of vegetables and fruits. He doesn’t care if they grow to be pocket sized or normal sized
  • He will always eat half of what you feed him (unless it’s blood) and store the other half away because he fears running out of food no matter what you tell him
  • DO NOT STEP ON HIS PLANTS
  • It will be almost impossible to earn his trust again. He will destroy anything you are working on to show you how you made him feel
  • Tends to be critical of unambitious owners and is blunt (“Stop lying around!”,“Get some work done!”, “Stop procrastinating!”). 
  • He just wants to be treated fairly. Do not make him feel inferior or you will get a painful bite. 
  • One of the competitive pocket vampires, he enjoys a good fight, but he’s not a sore loser
  • Please listen to his advice. He grows veggies so he knows what makes or breaks a salad.
  • Doesn’t like to be handled very much, he prefers that you just let him sit on your head so he can relax and let his mind wander.

They both have their pros and cons, it’s just a matter of personal preference.  

Hogwarts House Aesthetics

Slytherin:

speaking your mind but only when you know you’re right / dark, quiet corridors / family traditions / only starting arguments you know you’ll win / watching the surface of the water / late night walks / breathing in the cold night air / going out at weird times to avoid other people as much as possible / secrets and mysteries / trashy romance novels / a small group of friends / showing affection only at rare occasions / long dresses / fancy dinners / suspicious glances / the scent of leather / potions / misty mornings 

Hufflepuff:

lying in a field of flowers / herbology / feeling the ground beneath you / sunshine on your skin / laughing together with friends / being surrounded by people you love / messy rooms / creative works / paint stains on your clothes / singing loudly to the music / home cooked meals / cute, comfortable clothes / hot tea / flowers placed everywhere / the smell of fruit / all kinds of pets / loyalty / a good sense of humour / vintage things / standing up for what you believe is right 

Ravenclaw:

books lying around everywhere / intelligence / watching the night sky / asking questions all the time / driving others crazy with your weird knowledge / ink all over your hands / high waisted skirts / watching the clouds fly by / astrology / strange experiments / working in a lab / wind blowing all around you / forgetting to eat because you’re too concentrated on something / daydreaming

Gryffindor:

cracking fire / adventures / taking risks / being outside a lot / warm, fluffy sweaters / dirty boots / ripped clothes / the smell of wood / always getting into trouble / long evenings / visiting friends / watching a bunch of tv shows / being a little out of the loop because you didn’t pay attention / bravery / hot coffee / marshmallows / dancing in the rain 

Wonho One Shot

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Authors note: this is more background on the other characters in my Minhyuk fic.

Summary: Wonho had never been one to settle down, but when he finds himself in a new town, someone catches his eyes.

word count: 2300-ish

 Entering through the gates of a new city, Wonho was taking in all the sights around him. The excitement was lost on him as the memories of what had transpired over the past few days always seemed to be at the forefront of his mind. There was no friendly faces to greet him or walk with him as he tried to find an apartment or small home he could afford.

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Preference: Spending the Summer Together

Harry Potter:

- Bringing him to your favourite places to go in summer, like the lake beside your home.

- Hanging out at the muggle mall 

- And trying on the most ridiculous clothing items

- “Show it to Neville, and he can imagine Snape in it!”

- “Oh pleaseeee, Harry, just use magic to make me feel less hot!” 
  “ No, (Y/n), you know I can’t.”
  “ Fine, try saying this tongue twister. While facing the air-con. Wingardium              leviosa.”
  “ Winga- (Y/n)!”

- Going to the Dursley’s just for entertainment

- “Bringing a filthy friend of yours, Harry?” 

- Then wiping your sweat all over Dudley and saying, “Oopsie, now you’re filthy, too.”

- Having a competition on who can drive the Dursleys insane first

- Might have some help from Hedwig. Dursleys hate Hedwig

- Bringing Hedwig on a picnic

- Even Hedwig ships you two

Ron Weasley:

- Spending the summer at the Weasleys, of course. 

- Mrs Weasley stuffing you with desserts. Pies, cakes, everything.

- “Hey, (Y/n), wanna do some shoppings?”
   “Ginny! She’s my girl friend! Not yours!”

- “ Ron, I think it’s haunted around here.”
   “ Why?”
   “ (Y/n), dear. This is a family of wizards.”
   “ Oh, wait. Yeah.”

- Playing harmless little pranks with the twins

- “(Y/n)! My socks are frogs!”
   “ What, oh, HAHAHAHAHA! Oh, Ronald, I did it because I love you.”

- Making Ron flower crowns

- Rides on the enchanted car late at night just around the house, so that no one will see you.

- Answering Mr Weasley’s questions about Muggles

- Family game nights

- “ What that chess always there? George! No cheating!”
   “ It’s Fred!”

Hermione Granger:

- Summer reading lists

- Staying up late at night reading under blankets

- Getting too hot and sweaty inside and immediately going for a swim

- Getting Hermione really into late night swims

- “(Y/n), I read that it’s really good to swim at night. It can -”
   “IT’S FUN!”

- “Hey, I just learnt this new hairstyle. Can I try it on you?”
   “Honey, you look. Stunning.”

- Cooking together

- Mainly making refreshing dished for summer

- Making a bucket list together

- Taking tons of polaroids 

- Turns out the polaroids are moving portraits polaroids

- Making her breakfast

- Failing completely

- Hermione making you a successful, delicious breakfast at last

- Hanging out with Crookshanks 

Draco Malfoy:

- Him getting you accessories, clothing, basically everything you wanted

- Or actually everything you so much as glanced at 

- “Draco, how did you I want these? They go so well with my summer dress!”
  “You looked at it the other day, so I got them.”
  “I can’t thank you enough for it!”
  “Just thank me by wearing those with your summer dress.”

- Dressing him up in your clothes because only you can do it 

- He always looks at you with a lovey-dovey smile which Ron calls ‘the Melt-foy face’

- Him calling Crabbe and Goyle, say, every two hours when you do something cute, or actually just normal things.

- Actual teenage girl that is Draco Malfoy

- “Oh my god, Goyle, (Y/n) made me wear her swim wear today. Adorable, isn’t she?”

- Getting him into Muggle movies

- His favourite movie is the Addams Family

- Getting him to wear bright colours clothes

- Getting drunk together

- Rocking out to Nirvana and having dance parties

George Weasley:

- Also spending the summer at the Weasleys

- Trying out so many sweets that you two got into a sweet coma

- And of course, Mario Cart

- “Aw, dang it, you can’t cheat with magic, can you?”
   “Haha, Weasley, you’re on your own.”

-  Wii-fit

- “Hey, (Y/n), wanna play tennis?”
  “Sure, but it’s raining.”
  “We’ve got Wee.”
  “What? Oh, its Wii.”

- Playing tennis in the rain anyway

- George wanting to cheat at tennis but accidentally set off some fireworks

- “I’ve been wanting to do that.”

- Eating pies that makes you make animal noises

- One of you sounding like an elephant and the other sounding like a duck for the rest of the day 

- Miraculously communicating and on one having any idea on what a duck quack means

Fred Weasley:

- Since he’s so dang tall, you get piggy back rides all the time

- He trips and you two fall into a body of water. Either a pool, a lake or a pond.

- “Fred, you created a pond in your living room.”
   “Mum’s gonna kill you!”
   “Shut up, Ron!”

- Purposely trying to confuse you on which one is George and which is Fred

- You can always being able to tell though

- Looking angelic in front of the Weasley parents and they adore you because they think you can ‘tame’ Fred

- Only the Weasley children know you’re not that ‘tamed’ yourself

- You’re a little trickster just like Fred

- It was actually your idea to levitate the house

- Also the time where all the chairs know how to talk

- Broom stick rides, of course

- Water balloon fights

- Getting him into the youtube world

- Pewdiepie is his favourite 

Neville Longbottom:

- Hiking together

- Picking fruits on the way. Berries, apples, all kinds of fruits

- You’re an expert in climbing trees and it always scares Neville because he’s afraid that you’ll slip and fall 

- He gives you bouquets of wild flowers all the time

- Eating tons of ice creams

- Staying up late conversations

- Counting stars at night to fall asleep

- You dyed your hair (Y/f/c) and change your hairstyle

- Neville loves your new hairstyle so much that he kept touching your hair. 

- Maybe when he puts an arm on your shoulder, he’ll play with it; He’ll twirl the ends of your hair on his finger when he’s not paying attention, etc

- Somedays he’ll be really shy around you and blush at anything you do, and somedays he’ll be really confident, depending on his mood

- Getting him into scuba diving 

- “Oh come on, Neville, it’ll be fun!”
   “There might be sharks, (Y/n).”

- “This is the most fun I’ve ever got! I should’ve done this earlier!” 

- Going to carnivals

- Loving the ferris wheel 

- He got you a large stuff toy from a booth

@im-not-trash-im-recyclable
Hey you’re right my friend!
Not everybody has access to vegan foods, and in rare occasions you might find situations where vegan basics are more expensive (obviously plant based milks can be pricier and stuff like that).

However on the whole, veganism is cheaper my friend! As long as you stick to the basics!

When I say vegan foods, I don’t necessarily refer to mock meats and veggie burgers, what I’m referring to are standard whole foods, which are nutrient loaded, tons healthier, and tons cheaper too!

Things like beans, lentils, seeds, nuts, pasta, fruits, veggies, all that kind of thing!
The amount of meal combinations you can make with ingredient combinations of whole plant based foods is immense, and it’s all dirt cheap!

By doing this, what you also do is increase the popularity of plant based foods and make them more accessible to the general population and to people who normally aren’t able to live a lifestyle as healthy as that, you know?

In short, I know that not everybody can be vegan at this point, that’s fine, I get that.
The aim of the post was to say that anybody who can do so, should! And while you can’t, you should still take every step practically available to you to live as plant based as possible and reduce your harm as far as is available to you at this point✌️🌱
That’s the aim of what I was getting at

Faking It - part 6 (Final Part)

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 2,2k

A/N: Last series for this week. Finals are coming up and I won’t have time to write. During winter break however I have great plans! I’ll always reblog imagines I think you’ll love so be sure to follow :)

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Originally posted by logicofalldreams

You were trapped under the weight of Bucky’s metal arm. Not that you minded really, it would be somewhat of an excuse to stay in bed. Alas, the clock was striking noon and you needed to get up to make breakfast and get ready for the long day ahead. Tomorrow would finally be day in which you can go back home to the Avengers facility.

You were able to pull yourself out from Bucky’s grip. After a warm shower, you went out into the kitchen. The sun rays already illuminating the vast space with immense light. You thoughtfully poked your lip as you tried to come up with a breakfast to make. You decided to make an omelette. Thanks to Tony, the fridge was packed with food to last them that entire week.

You were dancing around the kitchen, in a quite cheerful mood. Your Spotify playlist was connected to the surround system and you gloriously dancing along. Without a care in the world. With a knife in your hand, you began chopping up strawberries. A pair of hands snaked around your waist. You nearly stabbed the kitchen knife into their stomach, but were quick to relax when you realized it was Bucky.

He kissed your shoulder, “Morning, doll.”

“Afternoon actually,” You corrected.  

Bucky smiled before pecking your cheek and letting his hands fall from your waist. “So,” he pulled out a chair and planted his bottom on it. “What family event do we have today?”

“It’s my sister’s celebratory engagement party. Small occasion, family only.” You explained. “And tomorrow is gonna be an entire day dedicated to sports.” You rolled your eyes and spread out the slices of strawberries on Bucky’s plate.

He frowned, “I don’t….like sports.”

“Preach to the choir!” You enthusiastically slammed your fist on the counter.

He looked alarmed at your sudden outburst. You simply shrugged and continued talking. “I need to go to the grocery store and buy some stuff. First I need to make a list, because I’ll probably forget once I get there.”

“Y/N, you said that so quietly, I’m not sure if you’re talking to me or yourself,” Bucky’s right cheek was stuffed with food.

You smiled and began writing down the supplies you needed to buy. Bucky ate quietly in front of you. He didn’t strike up a conversation and occasionally sighed. After a few minutes, he set his fork down.

You looked up, “Do you want more?”

He shook his head, “It was delicious, Y/N, thank you.”

“No problem,” You pushed yourself off the island. “I’m gonna go to the grocery store, want to come?”

He pursed his lips.

“It’ll be fun and I need a strong man with a metal arm to help me carry everything cause I’m a weak women.” You dramatically placed the back of your hand on your forehead and fell towards him. Bucky easily caught you and rolled his eyes.

“You’re a dork,” he stated. “Let me get dressed.”

You grinned and took a step away to let him leave the kitchen. While you waited, you washed the dishes, cleaned up a bit around the kitchen and laid  out your idea for the preparations. You heard Bucky’s footsteps behind you.

“What car are we taking today?” Bucky asked.

“I think my car is fine,” You replied.

“Oh, don’t be such a joy killer, doll. We can take the Range Rover!” His eyes gleamed with excitement.

“No.” Before you could stop him, he was already running towards the garage. You lunged towards him, but missed him by a landslide. You pushed yourself off the floor and sprinted behind him before jumping on his back.

“Ah!” he shouted and continued running. “You spider-monkey!”

“How are you still running?” You asked as you clung onto his shoulders.

“You’re a light weight, doll,” Bucky said once you reached the garage.

“Well, my plan failed,” You mumbled and placed your feet on the floor. “So what’s it gonna be?”

He rubbed his chin in thought. His five o'clock shadow made his chiseled face look rough like he just spent a few days out in the woods. A few strands of hair fell across his face.

“The Range Rover,” He came to a conclusion.


“Grab a cart, please,” You told Bucky. “Okay, first off, we need watermelon. Two of them.” You walked off towards the fresh produce as Bucky pushed the cart behind you.

“Why do you need so much?” He asked.

“I’m gonna make a watermelon carving,” You explained and placed the second round fruit in the cart.

“Do you think your family likes me?” Bucky questioned.

You stopped what you were doing and looked at him, “Why?” You bagged four mangoes before placing them buggy.

He shrugged, “Just don’t feel very welcomed. I just hope they never find out what I’ve done. They’ll think I’m a monster.” His voice trailed off and his gaze fell.

You reached out and cupped his cheeks, “You’re not a monster, Bucky.”

His arm hung at his side, “I’m not good. Anyone can say the damn words and I’m gone once again.”

“Bucky Barnes, you have a heart of gold,” You said truthfully. He laughed humorlessly. With a sigh, you lifted his arm and let his cold fingers graze your lips. Your eyes never left his as he stared intently at you.

“Excuse me.” A small old lady interrupted Bucky and you. She smiled kindly and you apologized before moving the cart to one side.

Bucky laughed, “Probably shouldn’t have done that in a grocery store.”

You giggled and looked at your list to see what was left.


“No don’t eat it yet Bucky!” You exclaimed as he looked at you innocently.

“Why not?” He complained.

“I’m not done yet,” You continued to scoop out red watermelon balls using a melon baller. “I still have to peel mangoes, kiwi, cut strawberries. Be a dear and help me, please. I’m desperate.”

He trudged towards the counter, washed his hands and picked up a cutting knife. You bobbed your head to the music and occasionally whispered the lyrics. Bucky chopped away as you began to reach the bottom of the watermelon.

“So what are we?” Bucky asked, shattering your concentration.

“Humans?” You furrowed your brows and gave his back a confused look.

“Not what I mean, Y/N. Relationship wise. What level are we on?” He explained.

Your lips pulled together in a ‘O’ shape and you scratched your head. “I don’t know. We’ve already had sex, we’re fake dating.” You paused. “What do you want to be?”

He turned to you and set the knife down before wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes met yours and he stayed like that for a few minutes. Simply looking at you, deep in thought and you wondered what he was thinking about. Was he admiring your features like you are doing in that exact moment?

“Dating,” he finally said. “Without the faking it part.”

You smiled and picked up the melon baller. “Question.”

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

“Was that the first time you had sex since the 1940s?”

“Was I that bad? Cause my scratched up back says so otherwise,” He allured.

“Just asking,” You grinned and hopped on the island before resuming your melon balling.

“Yeah,” He said quietly. “It was. Didn’t exactly have time to go out and find someone.”

You stopped what you were doing and really began to listen to his words.

“Between what happened in Vienna and Zemo, up to Siberia, do you really think I’d have time to find someone who will accept me for who I am?” He paused. “I trust you Y/N. With my life even. You can probably no doubt kick my ass, but there’s something about you that makes me want to protect you.”

You slid off the island and wrapped your arms around his waist before resting your head on his muscular back. He seemed to relax at your sudden touch. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Because even the most damaged soldier has a weakness.”


“Y/N this looks amazing!” Erika exclaimed referring to your fruit masterpiece. “I knew there were some perks to having a talented sister.” She saw Bucky and smiled. “Good to see you again, Bucky.”

He smiled slyly, “Likewise.”

You turned to him when your sister left the two of you. “Now you can eat all the fruit you want.”

He didn’t hesitate and grabbed a bowl before filling it with with watermelon and all kinds of fruit. You went in search for your Mother, knowing well you wouldn’t hear the end of it if you didn’t come to her. She was talking with with you Aunt Hazel. A look of worry was written across you Mother’s features.

“Mom,” You started. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, Y/N. Hazel here is just having a few pains,” She explained.

“Is the baby okay?” You asked, concerned.

She straightened up, “Yes, I’m sure.”

You frowned, but decided to not push it. Your attention was turned back to Bucky. He was surrounded by your nieces and nephews. You rushed to his side, not because you were afraid he might do something, but because you feared they might say something bad.

“Can you kill a person with your metal arm?”

“Damon!” You exclaimed.

Your nephew turned to you, innocence filled his eyes. You frowned and told the group to wander off. They did, but not before giving Bucky one last glance.

“Sorry about that,” You were embarrassed.

“They’re kids,” He said. “They have no filter. Now, are they gonna serve food here? I’m starving.”

“C'mon, let’s get you a plate,” You tugged on his arm and led him towards the table where the majority of your family was seated.

After you got your plate stacked with food, you took a seat next to your Uncle Matt, with Bucky on the other side. He smiled and dug into his food. You took this time to catch up with Uncle Matt, since you haven’t been able to do that since you arrived.

The evening dragged on and you were having a great time. You and Bucky were consonantly being pulled into various conversations about what you’re doing in New York and what he personally does for a living. Things that weren’t discussed the first night you came.

“You don’t work at all,” You Aunt Nancy burst into a cackle. You looked at her and furrowed your eyebrows at her comment. “You’re the Winter Soldier!”

“No wonder he looks familiar!” Aunt Betty joined in. “He blew up that building in Vienna earlier this year. Y/N is dating an assassin!”

Everyone turned to you and Bucky. Your Mother gave you look of unbelief, maybe hoping that your Aunts were wrong. Anger bubbled inside you, your grip tightened around the small steak knife. Bucky cleared his throat and looked down. You rested your hand on his knee.

“Y/N is as pathetic as I remember her,” Aunt Betty laughed.

As fast as light, you flung the knife towards her. The blade cut her ear and impaled the wall behind her. Your sister screamed at the sudden noise. You slammed your fist on the table and stood up.

“And you’re as pathetic as always,” You spat. “Yeah, Bucky is the Winter Soldier, but he never did that stuff. He didn’t blow up a building in Vienna. He did things in the past, things he didn;t want to. Is that stopping me from loving him? No.” You paused. “I’m done lying to you all. Mom,” You turned to her. “I’m not Tony Stark’s secretary. I’m an Avenger. I only know Captain America himself because I work with him. Because I spar with him each time we train. Natasha Romanoff is my close friend. Sam Wilson and I got out for drinks every Friday night. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are the nicest people I’ve met. Tony Stark is like a father to me and Thor is my best friend when it comes to books. And they feel more like family than any of you ever will. They actually care and respect me. ” You laughed humorlessly. “And you know what? I wasn’t even dating Bucky in the first place. I only asked him to fake date me to impress all of you. To prove myself to you all, to show you that I am not the same person. I shouldn’t have come back.” You pushed the chair back and fled from the house.

Bucky was dumbfounded at your confession, but recovered and stood up before following you out the door. You ran onto the sand and fell to your knees. He stared at you for a while before sitting next to you. Bucky pulled you towards him and held you. You shuddered and clung onto his arms.

“I hate this,” You said, your voice muffled. “I hate them all.”

“Don’t say that,” Bucky stated.

“How could they say that about you, Bucky? It’s not right. They’re always so judgmental and hateful towards other people. Me especially.”

“You hate you Aunts, not your entire family,” He corrected.

You kissed his cheek, “I hate you.”

“I thought you loved me,” he quirked an eyebrow at you.

“That too,” You smiled.

He stood up and helped you off the sand, “Let’s go home.”

“Home? The house?” You asked.

He shook his head, “Avengers facility home.”

You smiled at the thought of reuniting with your true family.

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10

It Started With a Bangkok!

My first stop in South East Asia is Bangkok! I am only here for 2 days because my dad has joined me and my mom did all of the planning. The schedule is packed. I’ll probably be back in a few months though,  since Bangkok is such a hub and also contains “backpacker’s paradise” Khaosan Road (literally a backpacking Las Vegas-type Convention Place that’s been around since before my mom traveled here in the ‘80s) which I haven’t properly explored because I am in “family vacation” mode.

Of course Bangkok is a standard first stop for South East Asian travel. Oh man, it is worlds different from the places I have been in Africa of late. I am so overwhelmed by the intricate details in gold and gems and… beetle wings on every temple or building of importance. 

After juggling jet lag and a quick culture shock, my dad and I started our first full day hoping to see some temples and the Grand Palace. We found a tuk tuk driver and told him which temple we wanted to start with. I showed him on a map and he said he knew where we meant.

15 minutes later, we arrived at what looked like a palace… next to a zoo. And it was a zoo. Buses on Buses on Buses of Chinese tourists were unloading at this location that…wasn’t the temple we pointed to on the map and definitely wasn’t the “Grand Palace.” Turns out it was  The Ananta Samakhom Throne Hall. I have no idea why the driver took us here, but I am glad he did. 

Once my dad and I maneuvered through the sea of tourists and realized we did not have to wait in line with them, we entered the palace. Inside there were displays of golden thrones, silk embroidered tapestries 10 feet tall, fantastic acrylic paintings, and the most detailed wood carvings telling stories of Thailand’s history and royalty. Every piece was absolutely magnificent. We couldn’t take photos but the silk tapestries are some of the most beautiful pieces of art I have ever seen (it all kicks anything in the Louvre’s ass, sorry Paris). Most took many sempstresses and years to complete, but they were shimmery and mind-blowing. If I ever become wealthy, I will buy one of these tapestries. Even if it is small. 

After realizing what this museum was and feeling grateful that we randomly ended up there (I recommend it!), we hopped on another tuk tuk and hoped it would take us to the Grand Palace!

It kinda did. It took us to the neighborhood.

We had to walk a bit. On the way we were told that I would need to buy a shirt to cover my shoulders. I saw men and women of all nationalities and ages wearing typical Thai Elephant pants. Most had to buy these on the spot because they were wearing shorts. You must be well dressed to visit the most sacred place in Thailand! I thought a shall covering my shoulders and a dress covering my knees with ballet flats instead of my usual flip flops was enough, but I was wrong. Respect for the King is a huge part of Thai culture and it’s phenomenal. 

When I was finally dressed up enough, we were about to cross the street with a giant hoard of tourists to enter the Palace grounds when police men started screaming in Thai. The people who understood took off their hats and began to kneel. Everyone else followed suit. For the next few minutes, we all hovered over the ground as fancy cars holding Thai Officials entered the premises. 

When we finally entered the Palace Walls, it was a bee hive of tourist activity. Giant tour groups were assembling in every piece of free space. It was hard to find where to go and I got a bit overwhelmed. 

Once we walked into the Temple area where the Emerald Buddha is housed, I was even more overwhelmed. So many ornate, golden-tiled buildings surrounded us, climbing to the sky. Photos could never do the Majesty of this sight justice. I was beginning to have a bit of culture shock. I hadn’t seen this many tourists or intricate details ever in southern Africa or Madagascar and it was A LOT to take in. 

We walked into the Prayer Temple to pay respects to Buddha by sitting in lotus position with our feet pointed away from the shrine as a monk said a prayer over some Thai Buddhists kneeling ahead. It was hot and very busy but I think most people did their best to respect the religious rites unfolding before our eyes, despite the frenzied environment. 

After we left the temple area, we walked past the Grand Palace and read a bit about the former king who ruled for 70 years. He was a very multi-talented, highly respected man. 

After the Palace, we walked a bit down the street to find Wat Pho, the oldest temple in Thailand. This temple houses the famous “Reclining Buddha” which is GIGANTIC and awe-inspiring. 

Later that evening, my dad and I walked around Khoasan Road which is nick-named “Backpacker’s Paradise.” It is filled with bars, tattoo shops, henna shops, hair braiding stands, massage parlors, clothing stands (your typical colorful travel dresses and elephants pants- gotta get the look!), jewelry, and a mazillion other things like lights and music and activity that is SO OVERWHELMING to someone who just got off of an island where for two years I hardly participated in night-life. 

I bought some dresses. There are so many!!! But I do feel guilty since I try to be so minimalist… and stingy. Good thing Dad is paying for these few weeks. 

After a night of bad sleep thanks to jet-lag, a tour bus picked up my dad and me to go to Damnoen Saduak Floating Market 90 kilometers outside of town. I was soooo tired but I hopped in the car and turned off my brain for an hour and half. Eventually we arrived at the floating market which was mostly a giant Disneyland, tourist experience. But it was cool and sometimes you gotta do the Disneyland Things. Most of the boats on the water were actually canoes of tourists, but there were also paddle boats carrying cold spring rolls and fresh fruit floating around. It was all kind of silly, but still unique and I am glad we went. 

After the floating market, our group went in a speed boat along the canals to see the houses and agricultural life around the brown waterways made by the Chinese. It was super cool. 

Once we returned to the city by mid-day, my dad and I took a cab to check out a random part of town and ended up in the financial district. After that we took a cab to Chinatown and explored a bit before I collapsed from exhaustion. I normally don’t pack this much activity into an average day because I am traveling for many months/years and it is a marathon. I also just left winter in Africa and came to summer in a tropical, humid climate, so my body is confused. 

Anyways, Bangkok has been fun to explore. I am pretty sure I’ll be back, but I am glad I have already done the most touristy things (and didn’t have to pay for them) so next time will be more chill!

anonymous asked:

Banana

While This is my last headcanon prompt and it’s haunting me because all I see when I read this is 

Originally posted by imaginemeeandyouu

i’m so sorry

  • Yuri always eats his cereal with bananas in them, sometimes with raspberries and things like that because when he was a kid he would see those cereal commercials and they had all kinds of fruits in them, so he turned to his Grandpa and asked if he could have his cereal just like that from then on. 
  • Otabek’s favourite flavour of baby food when he was a baby was banana. 
  • While they were still friends, the two of them once went to a restaurant in Paris that replicated a vintage 50s style to it, and they ordered a banana milkshake to share while they talked. They would always get flustered whenever they would get close to the straws and take a sip together. 
  • At one point, Otabek switched coaches when his retired, and this new coach also seemed to spend a little time in theatre, therefore making him do theatre warm ups along with his regular stretches and such. One of these warm ups was “form banana, peel banana, go bananas!” and Beka was crying of laughter telling Yuri the story, just as Yuri was curled in on himself and just losing it while he listened to it. It became an instant inside joke. 
  • It had gotten to the point to where whenever Yuri gets mad and is throwing a fit, Otabek will crack a smile, placing a hand on his shoulder and say, “there’s no need to go bananas, kitten,” before they both just forget why he was angry to begin with because they were laughing so damn hard at it. 
  • Otabek is one of those people that loves his peanut butter sandwhiches with bananas in them, like Elvis. 
  • While teaching Yuri how to put a condom on, Viktor used a banana for example. The boy wasn’t able to look at a banana the same again for months before he finally started to put them back in his cereal. 
  • Nikolai once said that putting bananas in the refrigerator helps make them last longer and they end up tasting better. The boys keep their bananas in there ever since then, and they would always get all kinds of weird responses when people would find out. 
  • Because he’s the biggest tease that could ever tease, Yuri wouldn’t eat a banana normally around Beka when he wants to go to the bedroom. 
  • Sometimes, when Otabek is making Yuri breakfast, he’ll cut the banana circles into little hearts and give them to him that way. Yuri didn’t notice until about the fifth time he did that.