Lime is a kitchen essential in my home, but I just recently learned the more witchy uses for it! Lime is super great for the skin but is also used to promote tranquility, to purify, and protect. I whipped up a little toner water to use as a glamour spell and gosh, does it smell and feel wonderful.
If you’d like to try it yourself, the recipe was super simple: One Lime A spritz of citrus vodka (Vodka is surprisingly good for the skin, did you know that? A little bit of lemon or grapefruit juice can work as a substitute though) Fine Salt Water of you choice! I recommend moon water as most witches do, and full moon water is good for reinvigorating the soul. New moon is good for cleansing of negativity, though, and (properly treated/diluted) ocean water can be good for washing away the bad or instilling change.
It doesn’t make too much, as these sorts of things don’t tend to keep very long (2-3 weeks at best). It’s a super quick recipe, too! It only took me like 5 minutes to whip up - and that’s including having to find gloves because lime juice is really painful on open wounds ;;
If you’d like to try it, just remember that you have to think real hard about what you want out of your toner water while you’re creating it. Is its purpose to cleanse, to invigorate, to protect you from outside forces? Your intent matters a lot.
Guess who just got back from her script read and found out that the next musical the company is doing is The Addams Family and that she was pretty much precast as Mortica Addams for the next musical, and that her as Morticia was a promise that had to be made to the actor who is playing Gomez as a selling point?
Guys. GUYS. It’s not completely set in stone, but…oh my God, I might be playing one of my ultimate childhood idols.
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The train’s window ices the left side of your face as you lean against it. Snowflakes drift down from the clouded sky, falling past your eyes, each tiny flake with its own design melting before anyone can appreciate it. The train huffs and others around you talk, their voices melding together into an indistinguishable clamor. Shouts come from the open door nearby, the one that lets anyone into the growling machine. You don’t look at the door, just watch the snow float past your window and pile up on the sidewalk nearby.
You sneak down, careful where you place your feet. Climbing into the case with one hand is tricky, but you don’t let that stop you. The sweet scent of the shed surrounds you as you enter it, peering around for Newt. He’s gone, though, so you step out into the field, scanning it. The grass nearby crackles under a foot.
Ducking back into the shed, you crouch behind a wide pot, peeking through the leaves. A pair of dirty boots step onto the creaking wood, sending a cloud of dust into the air. You fight a smile as they step past you, completely unaware of your presence.
Your knees ache and the gift in your hand begins to drip between your fingers as you wait for the boots to turn away from you. They never do, though, instead walking past your hiding spot again. You tense your muscles, preparing to leap from your spot. Before you can, though, the plant hiding your face is swept to the side.
Newt laughs at your stunned expression. “What are you doing?”
You move your hand behind your back, “Looking for your, um, lost cork?”
Newt’s face contorts into a confused frown. “I haven’t lost one, have I?”
You grin. “I haven’t found it yet. Want to know what I did find?”
I’m assuming you mean Save the Light and I know I totally am! Attack the Light was pretty fun and I’m pretty jazzed to see where they take it from here. Plus the ending was a little bit of a cliffhanger so it’ll be nice to see where they take the story too!
so i'm working on the prompt thing and it's like half done, but i'm having a little (a lot) of trouble with the characterization, especially with Padme (I haven't had the occasion to watch any of the movies in a long time and she seems very much like a cardboard cutout to me when i try to write her), is there any way you would help out a fellow writer by sharing some headcanons? just like, basic padme headcanons, bc i have like...zero to work off of right now and it would be v helpful
Oh my gosh, I’m so excited that you’re writing the thing! I can’t even tell you. (No pressure, though. Lord knows I’ve been talking about my unfinished fic for like two years, so take as long as you want/need.)
Concerning Padme, @flaminganakin just put up a really great analysis of her character here, so I recommend checking that out.
And here’s a few random headcanons of mine:
Padme is quite close with her sister Sola, but her relationship with her parents is more distant and frequently strained. They love each other, but they don’t really understand each other. (This post has a lot more detail on that headcanon.)
She really loves Naboo tradition, and is a bit of a geek about it - she studies old customs and reads classical texts and is actually fluent in the traditional language of flowers (something which is about as well-known among modern Naboo as Victorian flower language is for us today).
She’s both an idealist and a cynic, both practical and fanciful. (And this is part of why she’s so consistently underestimated by her opponents, who tend to see only one side of her and then get blindsided by the other. “Queen Amidala is young and naive. You will find controlling her will not be difficult.” Yeah, that one worked out.)
Padme actually has quite a lot in common with Anakin. They’re both very passionate, idealistic people with a tendency to prioritize other people - sometimes over ideals, and certainly over themselves. They’re both nerdy romantics. They both have a complex relationship with authority (something that will probably play into a graffiti AU). Anakin’s authority issues are pretty obvious, but I think a lot of people overlook Padme’s because most of what she says is insistence on democracy and the rule of law. But Padme in action has a very definite tendency to follow the old adage: if you want something done, you’ve got to do it yourself. In TPM when she sees the galactic authority of the Senate won’t help her, she decides to go back and retake Naboo herself - a tactic which, it’s worth noting, was at best unsanctioned by the Republic, and arguably illegal (certainly illegal if she’d lost and the Trade Federation had been able to call the shots). In AOTC Padme is the one who decides to go rescue Obi-Wan, again outside the auspices of any official Republic sanction - and that rescue attempt does ultimately precipitate a diplomatic incident. So yes, Padme has a certain anti-authority streak, and it’s sometimes in conflict with her political goals in some really interesting ways.
She also has a definite reckless streak, frequently related to her complicated relationship with the concept of authority.
She loves fashion and the arts, and has a pretty broad appreciation for different types of art. (Something which may also play into a graffiti AU.)
She’s extremely protective of the people and things she loves, and pretty resistant to believing anything negative about them.
Part of why I’m so psyched for this AU is that, while the initial idea of Padme and Anakin meeting again while tagging the same building was mostly crack, there’s enough in their characters that I can actually imagine it happening.
( Kandreil fic for @knox-moreau‘s contest! set post-canon, all schmoop. also available on ao3. )
( also please check out the sweet turn out for this contest. great ship fics galore. )
The first time Kevin kissed Neil was after Neil told Kevin that their performance in the Spring Championships upped their national ranking from the worst Class I team to the fourth best. Kevin dropped his gym bag, grabbed Neil by the shoulders, and reeled him in for a cruising, albeit closed-lip, kiss.
It was a tinsy bit shocking.
Though a gesture that would have sent a fourteen year old him stumbling in delight, now that he knew what Kevin Day was really like off a filmed stage, it made him question Kevin’s health. Once Kevin leaned away - not smiling in a soft, happy way, but grinning, like in victory, like in delight, like a crocodile at an unaware gazelle’s approach -, Neil bluntly asked, “Are you ill?”
I was wondering why they pictured Blake staring out at the water like this, because aside from being pretty, it didn’t seem like it had much meaning, you know? All three of the other girls are in places that make sense as of where we left off with V3, but I didn’t think Blake’s really did, until I remembered;
An island just off the coast of Vale.
I think somebody’s thinking of a certain Xiao Long.