and mulled wine

cheap, easy ways to decorate your altar for the sabbats
  • Imbolc/Candlemas: seeds or bulbs, candles, red and white
  • Ostara: flowers, eggs, milk, honey
  • Beltane: flowers, ribbons, acorns
  • Litha: oak leaves, sun symbols, sunflowers
  • Lammas: bread, wheat, beer, honey, corn dolls, iron
  • Mabon: fall leaves, cornstalks, grapes and grape vines, pomegranates, apples
  • Samhain: tarot cards, mirror, food offerings, mulled wine, dark bread
  • Yule: holly, pine cones, mistletoe, fruits, nuts, bells
Victor and Alcohol

So, while I was watching Yuri!!! On Ice the first time round, I noticed how often Victor is seen drinking, and it was obviously a creative decision to show him drinking. Over the course of the show I had a few theories…

Episode 2: Fair enough, he’s just off a long flight. I’d do the same.

Episode 2 again: Yay for Sake! (Yay for Katsudon!)

Episode 2 again: Well, he’s visiting Minako’s bar…it would be rude not to!

Episode 3: Kind of irresponsible when you’ve got two students and they’ve got a tight deadline that you’ve personally set, but then you’re sort of on holiday so…

Episode 3 again: Must be a curer for last night’s excesses…Also Minako’s there and she might be a bad influence XD

Episode 6: Or maybe Victor’s the bad influence…Or maybe they’re just playing to a Russia stereotype.

Episode 10: Really Victor, offering your student Mulled wine right before a big competition?

Episode 10: Geez Victor, every time alcohol’s an option you pick it. You’re surrounded by athletes who would probably love a beer, why not have coca cola or something. Is it because you’ve had years of not drinking due to training? Or is it a problem you have? Or do you have some sort of ulterior motive?

…And anyway, Episode 10: NOW IT ALL MAKES SENSE!

He’s been desperately trying to get Yuuri drunk to see what would happen!!

All the while poor Yuuri’s been aware that he’s an outrageous drunk (in general it seems, not just at the banquet that he’s blacked out!) and has been trying NOT to drink while being in the constant presence of Victor.

I’m so so glad these two managed to get together because their methods of communication leave a lot to be desired XD

➳ We’ve been blessed with some sunshine today, so we packed our things and decided to have a day out in the wild. We brought some mulled wine to heat over the fire 🔥

Tonic Wine Recipes

Tonic wine is a wine in which a single herb or blend of herbs, barks, roots or spices has been macerated for a short period of time. It is a pleasant and effective way of taking tonic & medicinal herbs to aid the digestion & strengthen the body. The most well-known and popular kind of tonic wine is the winter favourite mulled wine, a heated blend of red wine and orange juice infused with Cinnamon, Nutmeg & cloves. It is an excellent cure for the winter blues.

[Tonic Wines are usually best prepared with a medium to sweet white wine, as many people are intolerant to red wine, which can cause headaches. If possible, use an organic wine when making your own tonic wines]

Tonic Herbs

Here’s a selection of herbs used in tonic wines. Wherever possible use fresh herbs (dried roots, berries or barks can also be used). Do not use powdered spices in these recipes, they will be difficult to strain off and leave a gritty taste in the mouth.

These are all suggestions to be added to a 750ml bottle of wine.

Borage (Borago officinalis)

a handful of fresh herb steeped in medium white wine for several hours with the juice of a lemon makes a refreshing & restorative summer drink that lifts the spirits.

Cinnamon (Cinnamomum zeylanicum)

one quill steeped in either red or white medium wine for one week, it sweetens the wine and is warming and stimulating.

Ginger (Zingiber officinale)

1 piece of root steeped in red or white wine for one week. Ginger is revitalising, warming and stimulating. Good for indigestion & colds.

Lemon Balm (Melissa officinalis)

a handful of fresh herb steeped in sweet white wine for several hours makes an uplifting & cheering wine, very good for the winter blues.

Peppermint (Mentha piperita)

a handful of fresh herb steeped in a medium to sweet white wine is a good tonic wine, excellent for settling the stomach.

Sweet Woodruff (asperula odorata)

5g of fresh flowering herbs steeped in medium white wine for 3 hours is an excellent tonic for strengthening the body and mind.

Rosemary Tonic Wine

1 bottle of medium white wine
6 sprigs of fresh rosemary

Open the bottle of wine and insert the sprigs of Rosemary (You may need to pour out a little of the wine so that the herbs will fit in the bottle). Make sure that the herb is completely immersed in the wine. Cork the bottle and leave in a cool, dark place for two weeks. Strain off the herbs and take a small glassful (about 250mls) as a tonic. Rosemary improves circulation, it is also a stimulant, so avoid taking before bed. Take half an hour before meals to aid the digestion.

Note: You should not drink these nor make these if you’re age is under the legal drinking limit in you state, country, etc. Unless you have permission from a parent/guardian (even then). Check here if you’re unsure what your local laws are.

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Non-Alcoholic  Mulled Wine for Yule

Y u l e is a time of great symbolism and power. It marks the return of the sun, when the days finally begin to get a little longer. Enjoy this hot heavenly drink with traditional Yule spices & help yourself to the delicious fruity remnants!


For the base I used hibiscus tea. If you want to substitute it, you can use various types of juice (apple, cherry, grape, pomegranate,  chokeberry, blackcurrant, etc) but make sure the juice is not too sweet. 

Ingredients:
- Hibiscus Tea: 500 ml
- Water: 500 ml
- 1 Orange
- 5 teaspoons of honey

Spices:
- 1  cinnamon stick
- 6-8 whole cloves 
- Anise Star -2 stars
Optional: nutmeg, ginger, or/and vanilla pods for extra sweetness in next year. 

If possible, try using cinnamon sticks, anise stars etc, rather then milled spices, if you don’t wan the ‘wine’ to look muddy.

Boil water in the kettle (I boiled 1 litre at once). Separate into two pots. I had hibiscus tea in tesbags, and i used four of them. Let the tea brew. Meanwhile, put another pot on the stove and add spices; let them have a nice one minute bath in the boiling water.

 Cut the orange, add it to the water with spices; pour in the tea. Add honey and stir until it is dissolved. 

Best served hot, with gingerbread.

So, we all know that Bolin is a cinnamon roll, but what about the rest of the avatar characters? What kind of dessert are they?

Zuko – Crème Brule. A hardened, burnt exterior that hides a sweet and slightly mushy soul beneath.

Aang – cotton candy. Our hero.

Katara – Lemon meringue. Sweet, tart, tough.

Toph – Granola. It’s had enough of your crap, twinkle toes.

Sokka – Banana Split. Trying way too hard. It’s the dessert equivalent of a punchline.

Suki – Brownies. They’re there because they have to be there and very little is really expected of them.

Azula – Halloween candy that secretly has razors and shards of glass in it.

Tai-Lee – Bubble tea. Sweet and bubbly, but lacking substance.

Mei – Baking chocolate. Bitter. Hasn’t even made the effort to become a proper dessert.

Iroh – Mulled wine. Complex, full bodied, gets better with age.

Korra – Protein bar. Aggressively good for you. Maybe a little too aggressively.

Asami – Tiramisu. Delicate, beautiful, sophisticated, quietly packing a shot of rum. Because you can’t be afraid to mix it up sometimes, you know?

Mako – Wonderbread. Contains neither flavor nor any particular emotional value.

Varrick – Chocolate-covered, smoke-infused, liquid-nitrogen-dipped chili pepper. It’s my latest invention!

Zhu Li – A meticulously optimized chocolate-chip cookie. Perfectly calibrated to maximize average enjoyment.

Tenzin – Breadsticks. But not until after dinner. One mustn’t spoil one’s appetite.

Pemma – A bun in the oven.

Lin – Jawbreaker. Just you try and eat one.

Ozai – Vanilla Ice Cream. Ice cold, kinda generic.

Amon – Peppermint patty. Chocolate, but with the cleansing power of mint.

Zaheer – Biscotti. Rigid, ascetic, kind of hurts when you eat it.

Kuvira – Government-issued dessert rations.

Sigils and Wards

On the edge of town near campus, in the basement of a bar, there is a tattoo parlor. There is a rumor on campus that the tattoos there provide protection that you all desperately need, that the artist uses salt and iron in her inks. These statements are true, to a degree. There are no signs to guide you there; you will need to find it by yourself. You should have no trouble, if you truly need it. Knock five times in the familiar rhythm: “Shave and a haircut…” You may feel the sensation of a pair of eyes watching, like a spider on the back of your neck. Ignore it, and the door will swing open. Turn around to see whom it could be, and you will never find your way home.

 Inside, you will find the artist. The many inky lines that traverse her body obscure her age and facial features; if you stare at them too long, you may get dizzy. She always knows what you want. You want protection, like everyone else. She will tell you her price. This is your only chance to leave. If you do not accept the price, you can turn around and go home. If you accept, then the work begins.

 She starts by giving you a strange drink that tastes of honey and mulled wine, but also of iron and acid. You will both recite a prayer, as her eyes roll back and her tongue lolls and she speaks in a language you do not understand. Then, she will begin the tattoo. You do not get to choose the design, but then again, neither does she. If you could ask her about it later, which you can’t, because you will never see her again, she would tell you that her trances let her connect with her god, and that your blood is only a part of the sacrifice that you eventually make. That iron and salt embedded in skin are not the only protection this will provide.

 When she is done, your skin will be raw and bleeding, and she will tell you how to care for it. Wash it three to five times a day and then apply ointment derived from wool wax. Should you follow the instructions, and the tattoo heals well, you will never need to carry iron or salt again; the sigil on your skin is that of an older god, one that even the Gentry would not cross. Should you neglect your new tattoo, you will wish the Fair Folk had been able to get to you first; this being does not take kindly to sacrilege. You will see other students on campus that bear the mark; on the new moon, you will meet them in the woods and dance. The morning after, you will wake up in your dorm, with no memory of the night before. But you sleep soundly, knowing that nothing will take you. Not yet, anyway.

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Movie Night - Bughead!College AU

Summary:

Betty is sick of the substandard movies that are chosen to play at the makeshift college ‘drive in’ she decides she has had enough and on her mission to correct this injustice bumps into a beanie wearing student who is just as outraged.

Based on the following prompt:

You’re the only other one who voted for my favorite movie on movie night so do you just want to watch it in my room au

Author’s Note: I have been dying to do a college AU with these two and I came across this prompt and I couldn’t resist. This will basically just be a cute little two parter full of fluff. This is part one. Also I apologise to lovers of the film Twilight, it’s not my thing so it’s the movie I chose. The Lobster however is one of my favourite films and if you haven’t seen it I would highly recommend it (although I do feel like it needs a trigger warning for a certain scene). I was going to go with the classic Bughead film, Rebel Without a Cause but I have never seen it and would find it hard to have the two of them discussing it without seeing it myself.

As always sorry mobile users for the ‘Keep Reading’ cut.

Part One: The ‘Drive In’ Dilemma

“You have to be kidding me. Again! Everytime.” Betty threw the flyer that had been posted under her door in the wastepaper basket under her desk. Her roommate Veronica looked at her as if she had lost her mind, which wasn’t exactly a look she was unfamiliar with receiving.

Betty had braced herself for a year of pain when she first saw her roommate Veronica Lodge walk into their college dorm room with her pearls around her neck, designer dress and Louis Voitton suitcase. Not to mention the man who had arrived with her carrying another set of perfectly matched suitcases. He wore white gloves and was dressed in a uniform. The girl had servants for Christs Sake. But Betty being Betty had smiled politely and offered her first choice of the beds.

Veronica had not turned out to be anything like Betty had imagined. She was not stuck up, well she was, but not in an unkind way. She had been raised in privilege which had shaped her personality in some ways but she was still a good person, a kind person and the two of them had become fast friends.

“What did the piece of paper do to you?” Veronica asked as Betty only humphed in response sitting on her bed cross legged as Veronica continued to lay on her bed flipping through her magazine.

“The college drive in.” Betty spat out after she had tried to hold it in. She remembered her elation when she had first heard about the makeshift drive in that the student residences put on every month. Her older sister Polly had told her all about it t Betty’s eager ears. An old style projector, onto the side of the student hall, picnic blankets and cocktails in summer and everyone snuggled and cuddled together in warm blankets and hot toddies in winter. The idea of it had captured the imagination of the cinephile in her and she had bounded happily to her dorm room to let Veronica know. That was until she had received the slip of paper under their door the first time. You see they let the student population choose. And in Betty’s opinion they had no taste whatsoever.

“Who chooses Twilight?” She exclaimed throwing her hands in the air. “Twilight?” she repeated her face screwed up as she said the words.

“I chose Twilight.” Veronica admitted, casually looking up at Betty to see the plain horror on her face before returning to her magazine.

“It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes.” Betty said dramatically shaking her head.

“Come on Betty.” Veronica sat up on her bed, closing her magazine. “It’s not even about the movie. It’s about snuggling up to some college hottie with a multitude of blankets while sipping on mulled wine.”

“Maybe for you Veronica. But I take my cinema experience very seriously.” She glanced at the crumpled up piece of paper in her wastebasket and could feel her anger and frustration bubbling up again. She hopped up of her bed and stalked over to the basket pulling out the leaflet before smoothing it out. Veronica watched her cautiously.

“What are you doing B?” A hint of trepidation in her voice.

“I’m going to complain.” Betty announced as she started putting on her flats. She looked at herself briefly in her wardrobe mirror before smoothing down her sweater and pulling her ponytail that little bit tighter. She gave herself a reassuring nod before spinning around to face the door, Veronica who was still eyeing her as if she had lost it. “I’m taking this to the RA and demanding that they put something of quality on that screen.” Veronica sighed as she picked up her magazine again.

“Well let me know how it all goes.” She said as she started to look through her magazine again.

“Oh I will.” Betty said determinedly as she left the room slamming the door behind her. Veronica rolled her eyes as she left. She pitied the poor person who was about to encounter Betty’s wrath.

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Can we discuss festive ditl cause i don't think I'll ever get over it

festive day in the life is literally the only video that has ever existed on the internet.. listen! it’s full of some of the best insights into dan and phil’s life together. first?! phil’s lovely wakeup scene! stubble and quiff and glasses and clouds! phil lester everyone! also dan in his lounging clothes because you know they both sleep without clothes and they jus wear comfy clothes all the time. and then! dan and phil so casually switching off with the camera and dan actively vlogging because he has control of what they show so hes not uncomfortable! and then blowing out the candle and pulling dans tail! they are so domestic and silly together it makes me sick! not only that but they are just going into town for a board game and christmas gifts? how pure! also them being at shops and being so silly together! like they jus like making each other laugh and by half way thru the day the are comfy around the camera so they are jus doin dumb things like dan and his extra punching. and then you’re gonna have sex? what the fuck man. and phil teasing dan about stealing the mulled wine hurt my heart! and not filming phil spilling mulled wine on his coat! getting pizza together and dan’s pizza song (also all the times they make little tunes together who even does that it’s so adorable) and then building the christmas tree like it’s 2010! wrapping presents together.. the fuck i feel.. i feel things.. everything is perfect about festive day in the life!

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: DAY 12 - MULLED WINE

sorry in advance for the jitteryness of the giffs. 

Ahem..

Joker has found some leftover cheap wine one of his henchmen left during their last stay at this particular hideaway. He heats it to have something warm when company arrives naturally he makes the most of the situation.

…..I don’t think he’ll come too quietly though or maybe escape stupidly fast afterwards,

Mulled Wine

Mulled wine is a beverage usually made with red wine along with various mulling spices and raisins. It is served hot or warm and may be alcoholic or non-alcoholic

It is a traditional drink during winter, especially around Yule and Christmas. 

Ingredients

4 cups apple cider
1 (750-ml) bottle red wine, such as Cabernet Sauvignon
¼ cup honey
2 cinnamon sticks
1 orange, zested and juiced
4 whole cloves
3 star anise
4 oranges, peeled, for garnish

How To

Combine the cider, wine, honey, cinnamon sticks, zest, juice, cloves and star anise in a large saucepan, bring to a boil and simmer over low heat for 10 minutes. Pour into mugs, add an orange peel to each and serve.


My @frukgiftexchange for @fellocitti

I went with the prompt for hot drinks. I like to imagine it’s some mulled wine or vin chaud that they picked up while out on the town during winter!

Once in a while, I’m sure the nations love just enjoying the sights. Seeing the citizens go about their daily lives shopping, or just observing the ever changing cityscapes, then settling down on a bench with a nice view and just talking about memories of past and present. 

Anyhow! I hope you enjoy it! 

Jon Snow x Female!Reader

Prompt: Hey, i saw you have requests open, could you write a oneshot where the reader is a ward at winterfell and in love with Jon? Maybe they are reunited when Jon is king in the North? Thanks. X

Note: This is my first attempt at writing anything for Game of Thrones, so feel free to message me is there are any mistakes or if there is anything i should change. Hope you enjoy! Xx

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Jon/Reader

You supposed that one of the reasons for your closeness with Jon Snow was that you were both impostors in the Stark family, he was a Snow and a bastard, and you were a Greyjoy and a traitor. You didn’t quite fit in with the Stark’s perfect family.

Your brother Theon had it easier. He had a cock between his legs, and would be able to fight for Robb, or at least be a strong ally due to the salt that ran through his veins. He was a valuable piece in the game of thrones.

You on the other hand had less value to the Starks. You could of course be married off, but you had traitors blood, so any marriage would mostly likely be to a second son of a lowly bannerman, and of no benefit to the Starks. It was Ned Stark’s honor that kept you in fine clothes (albeit not as fine as Sansa’s) and kept a roof over your head; it was the same for Jon.

The pair of you had bonded over your outsider status within the walls of Winterfell. You had sat together on the servants table when the Lords of the North visited, drunk the servants bad but strong ale, and stumbled your way through the castles halls back to your respective quarters.

You had loved him in such a way that only the innocence of youth can grant.

Things were so much simpler them. You thought to yourself as you tightened your grip on the reins of your horse. Not much longer to Winterfell.

As you rode you thought back to the last time you saw Jon.

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It had been the day Jon left for the wall, and ever since he had told you he would be leaving with his uncle you had been dreading it. You prayed to the Gods that he would change his mind, but you knew deep down that his heart was set.

When you heard the faint knock at your door you knew your prayers had been left unanswered. He had come to say goodbye.

“Lady ‘Y/N’?”

“It’s open” You said with a sigh. You had always loved him as a friend, but it had never been your plan to fall in love with him.

You could feel Jon’s eyes on you, as you practiced your needle work; something you only ever did when you were avoiding something else. In this case, you were avoiding Jon.

You had always known about his dreams to see the wall, and had expected it to sting if he ever did go. What you hadn’t expected was the sense of betrayal that you currently felt.

You felt Ghosts nose nudge at your elbow, and you quickly buried your face into his soft fur. You were iron born, and despite having been raised in the North, you still refused to let Jon see that you had been crying.

“Y/N please… look at me.” You could hear the desperation in Jon’s voice, and that was what caused you to look up. You never could bear to think of him in pain.

“What do you want Jon? Shouldn’t you be leaving?”

You knew you were being cold, but you told yourself a prolonged goodbye would only make things worse.

Jon beckoned for Ghost, who acquiesced, returning to his Master. You let out a small whine at the loss of his soft fur.

Jon sat down next to you on the foot of your bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Come on love, you’ll be okay” He said giving you a small squeeze. Gods I’m going to miss this.

“Besides, I’ll have to visit Winterfell. It’s hardly as if this is goodbye forever.”

You pulled away. He didn’t understand.

“Bloody Hell Snow you really do know nothing!” You softened your voice when you continued, “You’ll be back in a year maybe two if you’re lucky. I’m of an age Jon I might not have that long until they find me a husband.”

Jon’s face sunk at the realization; this could be it. His grey eyes were clouded over, and you wondered if he was going to cry. Instead he did something else, something less expected.

Jon stood up, taking your hand in his. He said nothing, but his cool grey eyes were locked with yours. Stark eyes. You thought to yourself, as he raised his free hand to your cheek. His touch was warm, and you leaned into it.

He looked into your Y/E/C eyes, and for a moment you feared that he was going to back away. Instead he pressed his lips against yours.

You melted into the kiss, quickly wrapping your arms around his waist. You pulled him closer to you, trying to keep as little space between your two bodies as physically possible. You felt his hands roam down your body, tracing the curve of your breasts and hips coming to rest on your hips.  

You heard a voice call out for Jon, and he quickly pulled away. “It’s Uncle Benjen. I’m sorry Y/N… I have to go.”

Jon turned towards the door, and Ghost was quick to follow him. You remained stood in the spot where Jon had left you. You wanted to call out, to tell him that you loved him, that he couldn’t leave you. Instead you watched him leave.

The Brunette lingered in the door way for a moment, and gave you a sad smile “Goodbye Y/N”

The door clicked shut, and he was gone.

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You could feel yourself slipping in the saddle of your horse, and your eyes lids were heavy. Your bones ached with tiredness, but you carried on, spurred on by the twinkling lights of Winterfell, and the thought of Jon.

After the Red wedding, you had fled. You rode for days, to the docks; and there took the first ship to the free cities. Your ship landed in Braavos, and after days penned up in a cabin you were glad to be on dry land. Your time with the Starks had left you a Greyjoy unable to sail. You let out a bitter laugh.

In the docks of Braavos you heard stories of Dragon queens, dwarfs riding pigs and fierce horse lords. You had been happy for a while, until you heard a tale of a Lord commander from the Wall being raised from the dead and claiming his father’s halls.

When you heard the tattooed Westrosi sailors share the story, you thought you might be sick. It was Jon, he was home – and in danger.

It had been a week since that day, and you were so close to your destination. You couldn’t succumb to the tiredness now, not when you were so close to home.

As you approached the gates, you saw a man on horseback riding to greet you, he seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place where it was that you knew him from, as you slipped into sleep.

When you awoke, it was not on horseback, but in a soft bed, with a jolt you realised that you were in your childhood bedroom. Winterfell. You quickly got out of the bed, hurriedly lacing up the back of a deep blue gown that had been left at the foot of your bed.

You were about to begin your descent down to the hall when you heard a soft knock at the door. You hadn’t had a chance to reply before Jon Snow walked into your room. Immediately he pulled you into a tight hug. For the first time in years, you allowed yourself to cry.

You pulled away from the hug, taking an opportunity to study Jon. He was still as beautiful as he was the day he had left, but he looked older. His Jaw was harder, and his cheeks were stubbed, but his eyes had changed the most. They were still the sad deep grey eyes you knew, but harder now. His eyes had seen a lifetime of pain. You wondered how you had changed.

“You don’t know how good it is to see your face” Jon whispered, pulling you into another embrace, and placing a kiss against your forehead.

“Back at you Stark.” You said grinning up at him.

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It had been two weeks since your return to Winterfell, and the change was heavy in the air. Winter was coming, and you could feel it in your bones. Jon had been proclaimed the King on the night you arrived, two days before you woke up.

Jon spent most of his days in meetings with Sansa and his Bannermen, while you had spent this time with your brother and the books Jon had bought for you. Despite the years separated from one another he still knew you inside out.

The evenings you spent together, once you retired to bed he would bring you a glass of mulled wine and you would sit by the fire, talking. You hadn’t felt so young in years.

It was an especially cold night, and you were curled around Jon, both muttering weak excuses about the need to stay warm.

“I’m sorry I left you Y/N” Jon said suddenly, breaking the air of companionable silence.

You stiffened slightly, but regained composure with a shrug “I’m sorry too Jon, but at least I have you now.” You snuggled up closer to him.

“I learnt a lot on the Wall,” Jon said solemnly. You looked up at him questioningly, urging him with your eyes to continue. “but I think the most important lesson of all was how miserable I am without you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. So, had he loved you all of these years? What would happen now? Your thoughts were interrupted when he spoke again.

“My father’s men have made me king Y/N, and I there’s no one else I would rather have as my Queen.”

You didn’t say anything at first, and instead pulled him down into a long overdue kiss.

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Concept: the little eel faces on Kaldur's hands change their expression depending on his mood

Being a good archer means having a good eye for detail, and Artemis has never been anything but excellent.

So it’s understandably galling when she realizes, three years into their friendship, that Kaldur’s tattoos are more than they seem.

They’re at the annual League Winter Solstice Party when she first notices, snatching his wrist as he’s about to hand Harper (on a short break from his fruitless quest to find whoever-the-fuck, Speedy, the first Roy Harper) a glass of mulled wine.

“Why are your tattoos happy,” she slurs, squinting through the pleasant buzz of alcohol. The Watchtower falls under international rules when it comes to alcohol–everyone eighteen and over is legal, and like any self-respecting American teen, she’s taking advantage while she can.

“Can they be happy? Harper, hey, Roy,” she says, and shoves Kaldur’s hand in Roy’s face. She gestures to the smiling eels that adorn Kaldur’s hands. “Am I drunk? Why are his hand snakes so, so smiley?”

Roy hmm’s, faking intrigue while shooting Kaldur an amused look. He probably thought Artemis didn’t see it, which she totally did, because detail, but she chooses not to mention it. Because, well, answers.

“No clue what you’re talking about, Blondie,” Roy says, smirking. “Does someone need a glass of water, kiddo?”

“Fuck your water,” Artemis murmurs, dropping Kaldur’s wrist. She steals the mulled wine first, downing it in one gulp to prove a point.

Roy throws his hands up in mock defeat. “Careful, Kal,” he jokes, “Looks like we got a badass over here.”

Kaldur smiles, warm with amusement at their antics. “A badass who I sincerely hope doesn’t think that a hangover will be getting her out of training tomorrow,” he teases gently, eyes dancing.

It’s a look that she doesn’t get to see on him often, Artemis realizes with a pang. Suddenly nostalgic, she throws her arms around the both of them, drawing them together.

“We should dance,” she asserts firmly, gesturing drunkenly with one heel-clad foot at the impromptu dance floor. Zattanna and Rocket are already up there, swaying drunkenly to Nat King Cole. “C’mon.”

She manages to pull the two of them to the floor, all three rocking gently in awkward tandem before Wally comes and pulls her away for a dance of their own–Kaldur I can understand, but don’t tell me you’re leaving me for Harper of all people, babe–and as she’s pulled away she sees Roy throw Kaldur’s arms over his shoulders as he leads the other man in a drunken waltz.

As Wally spins her around the room–he’s had three times the number of drinks as her, at least, but speedster metabolisms and so on–she catches a glimpse of Kaldur’s face tucked over Roy’s shoulder, blush flushing his high cheeks bones. She can see the little eels, too, grinning, where they rest on the strong muscles of Roy’s neck.

Well I’ll be damned, she thinks, and resolves to tease the two of them with this story when they finally get their shit together.

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Mulled Wine

I recently reblogged a post on winter wine and figured I’d share my personal version of mulled wine, as taught to me by my roommate.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

What you’ll need:

-Two of the cheapest, largest boxed wines you can find (preferably red, but one red and one white works as well). I’m talking higher alcohol content than price here

-Three oranges

-Two apples (I prefer Granny Smith but any kind is fine)

-Two lemons

-5-6 Sticks of cinnamon

-As much star anise as you can stand

-A cup of white sugar (more if you want a sweeter drink)

-Some honey if desired

-Pinch or two of salt

-Cloves

Step One: Cut up all your fruit into quarters, removing seeds as necessary

Step Two: Put it all in a big ass pot

Step Three: Heat, stirring occasionally. Make sure it does not boil and that the sugar/honey dissolves

Step Four: Drink!

A few of my friends like to make caramel to put in it as well or top it with cinnamon or nutmeg. Another friend of mine melts butter into his, so feel free to spice it up however you want! I personally add a lot of honey to mine as I prefer a sweet drink to the drier mulled wine you can make.

You can use a similar recipe to make mulled cider using apple cider instead of wine so if you don’t want to consume alcohol you can still make this!

Gløgg (warm mulled wine)

Happy winter Solstice (2 days ago) to my southern hemisphere followers! Since some of you are complaining about the cold (try living in Skyrim guys!), I dedicate today’s recipe to you.
Now Evette San in Solitude is very, very secretive about her spiced wine recipe. I promised when I left the Thieves Guild that I’d put my life of crime behind me, so as tempting as it was to break into her home and steal the recipe…I did not. Instead, I spent a few days at The Winking Skeever making a mess of their kitchen to bring you my own take on San’s Spiced Wine, and they still serve it there. If getting to Solitude is too long a journey for you, you can recreate this from the comfort of your own homes. I hope you enjoy!

You will need:
1 bottle Alto wine or other red wine of choice
2 sticks cinnamon
1 vanilla bean pod, sliced open
½ tbsp whole cloves
1 tsp whole dried peppercorns
1 piece star anise
1 tsp nutmeg
1 ¼ cup honey
1 tsp allspice
Chopped walnuts or almonds (optional)

Method:
In a large pot, bring the wine to a simmer. Add the honey and stir thoroughly until it’s mixed through.

Add all the spices. Bring the wine to a boil and cover with a lid. Boil for 5 minutes, then remove the lid and reduce down to a simmer for another 10 minutes.

Remove from the heat and strain. Ladle into large mugs. Garnish with nuts if you want and enjoy!