i recently hit a huge milestone & reached the 2nd birthday for this blog, so i wanted to do something cute to give back & say thank you !!! with that being said, under the cut you’ll find 828 quotes that can be used for character musing tags ! they’ve been categorised into different labels ( eg. the baby doll, the lothario, the vixen, the cataclysmic, etc ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were just listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain label in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was used in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your character. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. a general trigger warning is to be placed for these as they do reference some sensitive topics ( drugs, alcohol, sex, etc ), as the tags on my blog do. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! also, please let me know if you’d like to see a part two of this !you can find the lyric version of this right here for more suggestions!!
(from Irish Cooking by Publications International Ltd.)
This recipe is great with whatever berries are in season near you. I like to use the honey instead of sugar to represent the fruits of our labor as well as the honey the bees make after pollinated the food. Its a very sun representative food to me as well.
4 cups plus 1 TBLS divided
½ teaspoon salt
1 cup steel-cut oats
½ tsp cinnamon
½ tsp ground nutmeg
1/3 cup half and half ( or cream or dairy substitute)
¼ cup of brown sugar or molasses
1 cup fresh strawberries hulled and quartered
6 oz fresh blueberries
6 oz fresh blackberries
3 tsp granulated sugar or honey
Boil the water with a pinch of salt, then sprinkle in the oats and cinnamon and nutmeg as its boiling. Stir until it begins to thicken, then reduce to simmer for 35-40 min. Add in the cream/non-dairy and molasses/brown sugar.
Combine berries and water in small sauce pan, add in sugar or molasses. Bring to a simmer on medium heat. Cook 8 - 9 min or until tender and the berries still hold their shape.
Decide porridge among 4 bowls and top with the berry compote.
Honey Scones -
Sounds delicious and from the same book as above. Great for Imbolc as well.
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 TBLS brown sugar (packed)
1 TBLS baking powder
6 TBLS butter, melted
½ cup old fashioned oats
1 TBLS granulated sugar
½ tsp salt
¼ cup whipping cream
¼ cup milk
1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees. While heating line the baking sheet with parchment paper.
2. Combine flour, brown sugar, granulated sugar, baking powder, and salt. Stir in the oats. Whisk the milk, cream, melted butter and egg in a separate bowl. Stir wet ingredients into dry until the dough just comes together.
Turn dough onto a floured surface and pat dough into a ¾ in thick circle. Cut the circle into eight triangles.
Arrange triangles onto the baking sheet and bake for 12 - 15 min or until golden brown. Let cool 15 and serve warm, with butter and honey.
Feast Dishes -
Here are some side dishes that I thought up or read for your feast. These will be in less recipe format then the ones above.
Savory Strawberry Salad -
½ purple onion
1 container strawberries, rinsed and sliced into ¼ inch slices
6 - 8 roma tomatoes sliced into ¼ inch slices
2 TBLS balsamic vinegar
salt to taste
Slice onions into ¼ inch quarter rings. Add to a non-reactive bowl. Add the strawberries and tomatoes.
Add balsamic vinegar and a pinch of salt.
Place into the fridge overnight, or the freezer for 1 hour.
Remove the bowl and let come to room temperature. Serve.
Spring Salad Mix -
Add a fresh made dressing to a bag of salad mix!
Try these -
honey, lime, oilive oil and dill
raspberries, balsamic vinegar, olive oil and salt and pepper
rice wine vinegar, cilantro, lime, and canola oil
lemon, dijon mustard, clove of garlic, olive oil, salt and pepper
Simple Sides -
Irish Cheddar and fresh fruit
Fire Roasted Corn on the cob
Fire Roasted Bell Peppers dipped into a creamy dressing (Ranch)
Carrots and Celery dipped into hummus
Local fresh produce, raw and ready to eat!
Red cabbage and sliced apple slaw
Main Course -
The main dish should be something that reflects the season, and your celebration. If you are having a bon fire, hot dogs, sausages and other food roasted over the fire are appropriate.
Or fire up the barbecue and grill up some some meat! Carne asada, which is a popular summer meat to grill in SoCal, it is marinated strip steak in lime and other seasonings, and great for this holiday. Also try lime and tequila marinated chicken, grilled salmon, or hamburgers.
Not going to be outside? Try roasting or broiling in the oven. A good beef roast is great, or maybe some broiled fish.
Vegatarian? try boca burgers, or other veggie burgers, grilled portabellos with cheese on top, or some seasonal veggies on the grill! I love roasted zucchini on the barbecue or in the broiler.
Do what is good to you and appropriate for your diet/nutritional needs and what is in season. Just because the ancient Irish folk ate something at this holiday, it doesn’t mean we can’t eat what we have available or even the modern equivalent of it!
Gewurztraminer with Elderberry Syrup and fresh strawberries and blackberries
May Wine - ½ cup of dried sweet woodruff leaves, 1 bottle of Riesling wine, 1 bottle of Sekt (German sparkling wine) or champagne, ¾ cups organic strawberries, chopped. And a pinch of fresh sweet woodruff flowers for garnish
Meyer Lemonade infused with lavender and mint
Fresh brewed floral tea, such as chamomile, with honey or infused 3 flower sugar, from my other post.
Desserts - I am going to make a whole separate post for Bealtaine desserts!
I hope you enjoyed my post on the foods and recipes I put together for this year’s Beltane!
Rated: Explicit with a warning for self harm references.
Notes: If you haven’t read the previous chapters, go here. Also on Ao3. This is (apparently) a novel length fic so you might want to set aside a minute. Thank you@icedteainthebag for making me earn this one, @holdthiscat for speedy and insightful feedback and @gazeatscully for your endless encouragement and eagle’s eye proofreading.
Stella Gibson didn’t make a habit of watching people sleep.
The last time she’d done it was years ago, a prolonged jag that resulted
in the purchase of three new sets of bed sheets, a zealous effort to fight
memory with thread count. She’d traded one vice for another, would spend
the rest of her life quietly indulging a weakness for pima cotton and crisp
corners, a penchant for Italian linen and French embroidery. But it would
be a long time before she settled in beside someone to wait for their eyes to
open, the sleep-boiled scent of peaceful slumber coming off their hair, the
fragile spot on their neck pulsing with life. There were some luxuries
she simply couldn’t afford.
It still brought Stella a twinge of private embarrassment to recall
it so well. Bridget sleeping on her stomach, dark hair always parted
around her pear-shaped ears, clinging to the mattress like a frog in a
rainstorm with her lean swimmer’s leg zig-zagged across the mattress.
Stella would stay in bed tiptoeing her fingers up the crease of a
quadricep, stroking an ear to its sylphan point. And long after the woman
was gone, the lightning bolt imprint of a leg split the bed down the center,
the new sheets continued to bunch in an invisible hand – fleeting images mistakenly
committed to permanence by an overly ambitious pair of eyes. It was a
nuisance but not a surprise. The only other bedroom vigil she’d ever kept
had left an even more indelible impression – a child standing graveside, puffy
lavender rings sprouted like violets around her eyes, watching her father be
put in the ground.
So by the time Stella woke up next to Dana Scully for the second
time in her life, she was so practiced in her abstinence that it took hardly
any discipline at all to direct the day’s first glance upward, aim her plans at
the ceiling. Shower alone. Allow guest to wake and begin
gathering own conclusions.Emerge dressed, provide tea and
friendly conversation, make end as forgettable as beginning was not.
She licked her lips before turning over, sealing her resolve like
È meglio che oggi la gente mi giri al largo perché mi sento più bulla e lugubre di un uccellaccio di malaugurio, uno di quelli che si portano appresso una nube di sventura e che appena si distraggono un attimo e per caso incrociano lo sguardo di un passante, e quello rabbrividisce e fa gli scongiuri ma ormai è stato colpito dalla portata del tuo scazzo/malocchio cosmico, sbam!, finiscono per terminarlo con un pianoforte volante sbucato dal nulla (perché in fondo la sorte è assurda e crudele con chi sfida un aspirante shinigami).
Sono in quel mood lì e il remix pseudo house di Boulevard of Broken Dreams che stanno sparando nelle casse del festival pseudo sfattanza dietro casa non aiuta.