elixir for the soul


Magic Guild Clash Online!
a sorta sequel to the Detention AU fic
…in which Mira manages to rally her girlfriend and her two new friends to help her in her favorite online game.
She’s a goddamn veteran. Cana tries her best. Freed just likes the outfit, and Laxus just wants to collect birb plushies.

Cana: Don’t worry, Laxus. I think you’re a hot girl.
Mira: Same.
Laxus: See, Freed, be proud. Your boyfriend is a hot girl.
Freed: Oh My G O D.

Persephone {pt.5 (FINAL)}

Type: Miniseries Continuation; 7th Sense | One | Two | Three | Four | Five (FINAL) |
Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Fluff, Suggestive (NO SMUT), Demon!AU, Witch!AU
Member: Joshua/Jisoo
Word count: 3,701
A/N: Thank you all for the love this series has received and with bearing the long wait! :)

After so many years you were finally home.

Your yearning wish was finally granted, but not in the way you had in mind.

Your head turns over to the door when footsteps shuffle down the hallway. It wasn’t just one pair of steps, but multiple followed by voices. You grip the edge of the porcelain tub as the door bursts open.

You expected your family to run to you and spoil you with affection, but they only blankly stare into the bathroom.

“She’s here,” your little brother announced.

Your parents and older twin sisters frantically look all over the room, grief upon their faces. The space between your brows twitch. Why were they acting like they couldn’t see you?

“What’s wrong with them, Leon?” You uttered, staring at them strangely.

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when i drink water when im really thirsty it feels like im partaking in a magical elixir that is cleansing my very soul but when im drinking water just because i know it’s good for me it feels like im drinking flavourless pipe juice a la ninja turtle house that is doing nothing but making me pee constantly

healing-elixir  asked:


[ meme here ]

;; Beautiful Letdown - Switchfoot.
;; Happiness is a Warm Gun - Joe Anderson - Front “Across the Universe”
;; You’re Dead Wrong- Mayday Parade  
;; Beautiful Lie - Thirty Seconds to Mars 
;; Stuck In the Middle - Boys Likes Girls
;; I Want You ( she’s so heavy ) - The Beatles.  
;; Therapy - All Time Low
;; Safe And Sound - Taylor Swift & The Civil


had this in my drafts, i think i drew em while trying to get back in the swing of things. man i’ve done way too many AUs

that last one is from something i’ve been thinking about in my head lol

The Art of the Vampire at its Peak in the year 1876: Armand's Lesson

Printed in Playboy magazine, January 1979, By Anne Rice

The book “Interview with the Vampire” as published form represents only a portion of the tapes of that interview made by the reporter. Louis told the young man much that was not included,particularly with regard to the master vampire, Armand, whom he had met in Paris. One tale was Armand’s account of his methods of seduction; that is, the art of the vampire at its peak in the year 1876.

(Someone kill me, this is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever read, and I just keep thinking of Louis retelling this to Daniel and GODDAMN).

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Enchant Me

You asked me what’s the word for it:
what is it that is so magnetic,
submerging us in a lake of potent want –
It’s rapture. I’m enraptured. You’re enraptured.
Together, we breaststroke, backstroke,
free-style in this deep end of divine ecstasy;
diving and gliding underwater in an
altered spectre of time –
reality rallied unto the sidelines
as we make a splash spanking
indulgence. Only to drown
willingly in this intense liquidation
of every inhibition, every shackle,
every goddamn negation that
stifles our very souls of its elixir.
So come. Be with me. Here.
Under rapture.

healing-elixir  asked:


[ Meme here ]

Popular by Kristin Chenoweth, “Wicked” Original Broadway Soundtrack [ x ]

                  “Even in your case,
                            Though it’s the tough case I've yet to face.
                  Don’t worry I’m determined to succeed.
                          Just follow my lead.
                 And yes indeed.
                 You’re gonna be Pop-u-lar.”

Alrighty, so this is the first song to pop into my head. Replace popular with ‘ functioning member of the mutant community’ and there we have it. But that’s too long and hardly fits the melody.

A wise friend reminded me of the importance of just sitting… So, I escaped the family and sat in the yard with my son who was busy picking me presents. Listening to him busily chatter, Birds singing, water gurgling, feeling a gentle breeze…elixir for the soul.


~The Language of Trees~

The language of trees
Tells a story of ease
Showing beauty and grace
In a wonderful place

Where rich history thrives
Beneath sumptuous skies
And the birds sing of love
As they soar skies above

The language of trees speaks
Of summers and springs
Of daffodil trumpets
And quaint fairy rings

The swishing and swaying
Of leaves in the air
The whisper of lyrics
A poet must bare

The language of trees
Inspires humbling thoughts
They teach a man virtue
Bequeathing support

The ears of our minds sense
Each studious word
But lacking connection
Their songs go unheard

Each sapling, each branch
Throws a soul into trance
Granting life from itself
An elixir of health

Every bend, every bough
Pledges life to the ground
Verdant meadows are blessed
Where a tree roots its nest

The language of trees
Fills my heart and my soul
As I roam timeworn forests
My soul declares home

~ © 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved

Leo - Love in World Between Awake & Asleep 

All signs love the same, with the same depth, spirit and vibration. Although, if the heart is the organ to which we love, the Chinese shin kara, the mind is located in the heart, and Leo rules the heart, is Leo the sign of love? Their governance of the heart under the ruling of the Sun provides Leos pure radiance and illumination around their mere essence. And they find it necessary to project this light into the worlds of all they love. Leos will do anything to win one’s approval. By nature, the individual embraces the most generous and affectionate adornments in their love. Leo is the lion, the King of the Zodiac, and they will be fierce to defend any predator that dare intrude on their loved one or their habitat.They offer both protection, security and nauseating, idealistic soul saturating romance. Like everything, Leo sees love as mythical, and will wander through life looking, searching for that someone to pour the torrents of feeling and affection into. This is a person they can care for, cherish, protect and be proud of. The Lion may charge through the day independent, alone, self ruling; but by moonlight they are terribly lonely without a lioness and baby cubs to shower with affection. 

Leo feel at optimum functioning when they are involved in a blooming relationship. These individuals carry the scars of a harsh inner critic, one who is quick to remind them of their shortcomings; and more often their loved one becomes that louder voice in their head - a person to cushion the fall from grandiosity to pure self loathing. Leo will not tolerate deceit, dishonesty or pettiness in relationships, and nurture only the most blossoming romance. The individual detests dishonesty; and as a Fixed sign they are deeply loyal, committed and unquestionably devoted. For the archetype in which everything encircles, where everything is larger than life, their love life continues the theme. 

Leos are renowned for their grand displays of affection and hold bruised hearts from giving more than was ever possible. Their resplendent generosity of spirit is invigorating, and they know how to make anybody feel like the only person in the world - nobody knows how to make somebody feel more special than a Leo. July-August born possess a magnetic charisma, and attract people with a diamond eye, disarming aura and warm spirit. Their love is dramatized, rejuvenating and regenerates with the sunshine that lines the lining of their skin; a Leo’s heart is their ornament, the core of their soul, and they will only give it up to the most special and deserving. The sign of Leo combines the magic of enchanted fairy tales, the idealistic romance that endures past forever, tied with the ferocious defender, the fierce lion who tramples those who bring harm to their sanctuary, producing the miracle elixir that is their spell bounding soul enriching life replenishing romance.

Blue Reef

Light Puerto Rican Rum - 2 oz

Lime Juice - 1 ½ oz

Blue Curaçao - 1 ½ oz

Galliano - ½ oz

Shake everything with ice cubes and strain into a snifter filled with crushed ice.

From Beachbum Berry’s “Grog Log”. Unfortunately no information about the inventor was given.

It’s another blue drink that’s actually delicious; generally speaking, none of the drinks picked out by Mr. Jeff Berry are too bad.

This is a quite a mild drink with a dry base; pronounced lime and orange flavours; the Galliano adds that very needed extra sweetness as well as a beautiful anise and vanilla finish. The drink would have been very boring without it.

The Power to Choose ~

I know I’ve said this before, but it’s important so I will repeat it. Be of a happy heart. How we live, how we feel, what we think, and what we become all depend on the way we choose. 

I’ve discovered that I am the master of my life, co creator of my destiny, no matter my gender, race, ethnicity, religious belief, cultural background, social, political or financial circumstance. 

I can choose to celebrate life, live life fully, and make a positive difference. Health is a choice! Happiness is a choice! Peace is a choice! And passion is the elixir that generates change, nourishes the body, and feeds the soul.

When I first moved to Washington D.C. to work the activist circuit, I rented a room at a beautiful condo owned by a wonderful woman named Joan. Joan taught me that enthusiasm, positive thinking, and happiness are the main ingredients in being energetic and staying youthful.

Eighty-three-years-young, Joan had a Ph.D. in anthropology and had studied under the tutorial of Margaret Mead. She had lost her husband to adultery and her first son to the drug culture. She had made countless trips to the Congo and other places in Africa, had contracted and overcome many diseases while working, had survived them all and had already lived and worked and suffered and loved enough to make significant contributions to humanity.

Joan and I would have breakfast together every morning prior to me going to work. She would greet me each day with enthusiasm and lots of energy. After breakfast, I would leave and head down to Pennsylvania Ave and she would head to her rooftop pool.

When I returned at night, I would always find her buried in her books. She would invite me into her study filled with indigenous masks from all over the world and ask how my day went. Still, I was more interested in her and curious about what magnificent stories she had to share.

When I asked her what her secret was for staying so enthusiastic, she responded: “Never think of your age, and never abide by a clock. A woman can do it all, just not at the same time. If it is your time to work, then work. If you must stop and have a child, then stop. Never think you are on some kind of schedule or deadline, and always look to the purpose behind every little thing you do. Try to look at the bright side of everything but if something is bothering you, talk it out. Bend a little. Be tolerant. Compromise. Be a professional but don’t forget you’re a woman and a lady. Expect the chair to be pulled and the door to be opened. Listen. Read. Eyes wide open. Pay attention.”

Gosh, I loved being around her. Being around her reminded me of my own passion and my own innate enthusiasm and feelings about what it meant to be a woman, a professional, and how I could make it in a man’s world without compromising my femininity - without losing the essence of me.

Passion resided in her heart, as it resides in my heart and as it resides in your heart. Therefore, we must bring our heart to everything we do. Let that heart light shine with the rays of passion and enthusiasm permeating everything you think, feel, say and do.

Peace & Blessings, Maritza Alvarez, Creator, Our Journey to Balance

PS: I did eventually lose Joan. When she passed, I was already out of Washington D.C. and living in New York City. Her sister who was well into her nineties sought my whereabouts and had me appear at a reading of her will. She left me something truly special - a ancient geography set of scrolls with an inscription I will always treasure. It read: “To the ancient eyes of a wandering soul, may you travel light with only your heart and awareness. Remember me, for we’ve met before and we’ll meet again.”  


Light Puerto Rican Rum - 1 oz

Amber Martinique Rum - 1 oz

Lime Juice - ½ oz

Lemon Juice - ½ oz

Maraschino - ½ oz

Orgeat Syrup - ½ oz

Blue Curaçao - ½ oz

Shake everything with ice cubes and strain into an old-fashioned glass filled with crushed ice. Garnish with green and red cherries.

From “Beachbum Berry Remixed”, invented by Clancy Carroll, a Milwaukee-based music journalist, 2000.

Tiki is back! It’s been a long while since I’ve tasted something containing several rums, liqueurs, and fruits.

The Marlin is one of those blue curaçao drinks that are actually good, it shares some obvious similarities to Trader Vic’s Mai Tai: citrus juice, curaçao, orgeat syrup, and rum; all that’s really different is the Maraschino liqueur, which seemed to be teaming with the almond flavour extremely well. Ingredient-wise it may give the impression of being very sweet, but crushed ice will bring that down immediately.

The “marlin” part refers to the marlin-shaped cocktail pick, unfortunately I don’t have one and I don’t know where to get one. So far I’ve only manage to find a Marlin-shaped stirring rod.


Light Cuban Rum - 2 oz

Lime Juice - 1 oz

Caster Sugar - 2 tsp

Mint Sprigs - 3

Soda Water - ½ oz

Muddle the mint in a highball glass with lime juice and sugar, add rum and stir with crushed ice. Top off with more crushed ice and fill with soda water. Garnish with a mint sprig.

It’s almost the end of the term and I feel like updating a few drinks I have done a few years ago, and since I still have a couple of limes and some mint left, an updated Mojito is what’s needed.

To talk about the Mojito, you have to start with an ancient drink called the Draque. Legend says that when the English privateer Sir Francis Drake was planning to raid Havana, his crew fell ill, which caused him to postpone the plan; and one of the remedy used on board was a Julep made from aguardiente and local mint called hierba buena (or yerba buena), and afterwards this drink lived on as Draque, which is the Spanish name given to Drake.

It took centuries for the Draque to evolve into the modern day Mojito. Two earliest final forms of the Mojito were documented in the “Sloppy Joe’s Cocktail Manuel” 1932, and “Bar La Florida Cocktails” 1935 (where it is known as “Mojito Criollo”). Interestingly both versions called for crushed ice or “cracked ice” as it was called back then, and neither of the two called for muddled lime, and neither was shaken; so I hope that puts some doubts to rest.

  • Of course Ron Bacardi was the standard spirit back in those days, but as Bacardi is no longer Cuban, I’d recommend Havana Club (either Añejo Blanco or Añejo 3 Años) for all those who don’t live in the US.
  • For the mint you will need a several sprigs, it all depends on the size of the leaves and how powerful is its aroma; usually I go with 3 sprigs as standard, which is about 12 - 18 leaves
  • The amount of lime juice ranges from half a lime (½ oz) to an entire lime (1 oz), this is up to the drinker; of course the amount of sugar also needs to change accordingly.
  • Muddle gently, only press to extract the oil, not tearing the leaves up.
  • By stirring you chill the drink, dilute it a little, and combine everything together. Many bartenders today would swizzle the drink instead, it does essentially the same job as stirring vigorously.
  • Too much soda will drown out the other flavours, even a small splash will suffice.

There are still quite a lot of places out there who chose to shake the Mojito and serve it on ice cubes. I’m personally against it, as shaking breaks up the mint too much, you’d end up with bunch of torn up shreds floating on top. Although ice cubes dilute slower than crushed ice due to the surface area, but nor does it chill the drink down as much; at the end of day, drink it faster.

Aku Aku Lapu

  • Lemon Hart 151-Proof Demerara Rum - ½ oz
  • Dark Jamaican Rum - ½ oz
  • Gold Puerto Rican Rum - ½ oz
  • Lemon Juice - ½ oz
  • Orange Juice - ½ oz
  • Grapefruit Juice - ½ oz
  • Pineapple Juice - ½ oz
  • Falernum - ½ oz
  • Blend everything with 1 cup crushed ice for 20 seconds. Pour into a snifter or Tiki bowl, add ice cubes to fill. Garnish with a gardenia.

From the Aku-Aku restaurant in Las Vegas, circa 1960. A complex version of the Chief Lapu Lapu, a drink born in the 50s, but without a clear origin.

This version is relatively dry for a Tiki cocktail, which I found to be quite refreshing. It contains lots of citrus juices, with only falernum for sweetness, which is strictly speaking not even a syrup, but more of a cordial.

“Whenever I hear a guy say…"she’s too wild, too much, too hard to figure out, too complicated, too intense, too emotional, too opinionated, or crazy”, I hear… “I’d a burned her ass at the stake back in Salem. She is too connected to the Goddess. I won’t be able to tame her. I won’t understand her. I won’t be able to keep her. She won’t need me. She is too powerful and won’t love the wounded parts of me.”

Au contraire, she will see the parts of you that you’re afraid of and love them anyway. A women unleashed will love you without ever needing to change you. She will connect to you on a primal level, needing your body, succumbing to her inner fire, her passion and will rock your world. As a lover, she’ll not just make love to your body or heart, but to your soul.

You will wonder how you ever called it living before you met her.

She will piss you off and when you fight, it will suck. When you make up, you will realize you felt like you were dying as you thought of life without her, but she’s taught you of your strength and how your vulnerability makes you brave. She makes you realize you could survive anything, even losing her, because she taught you to believe in yourself. She will demand more of you and you will be glad she knew you had it in you all along. She will fiercely love you and teach you, nurture you and reach you, which at times make you uncomfortable. She will love the scared, little boy inside that you are afraid exists and acknowledging him makes you feel like the old you died, the one that lived a lie, that BS guy.

That part of you that feels not good enough will come up to heal and she will see through your façade. She’ll push your buttons and make you reach for more within yourself. She will make you ask yourself questions, making you grow, and know way more you thought was even possible. She will challenge you and never will she be boring. She will excite you and infuriate you with her boldness, that she allows herself to just be all of herself, and not parts.

Her tears will scare you and you will want to fix her, her problems, and the world. She will reassure you that this is one way she expresses herself and that it doesn’t mean weakness, that you can cry when you are angry, happy, sad, and for no reason at all. Those tears are an elixir for the soul, a catalyst for letting go, a signal of a change in energy.

It will be a wild ride, an adventure that takes you to the edge of yourself.

Love a wild one. Let her bewitch you, entrance you, bedazzle you, seduce you, mesmerize you, enchant you, and let her free you.

—  Jenny G. Perry