feast*

  • bts: *eatin good, feasting, rly chowin down, shit hangin out of their mouths for the world to see*
  • me: 馃槴馃檶馃徑鉂楋笍鉂楋笍鉂楋笍鉁煉橉煂燄煉楌煉煒氿煉栶煓堭煉曫煃︷煂佛煒煂葛煃煉濔煒嶁瓙锔忦煃煃擆煒橉煃梆煈忦煆金煃栶煈忦煆金煃燄煈忦煆金煃拆煈忦煆金煃煈忦煆金煒涴煒煒煒煒煒煒煉曫煉曫煉曫煉

“the Daughters of the King of Lower Egypt, Princesses of ‘Djedu’/Bousiri, Those Who rejoice for Horus at His victory” (cfr. Edfou 82), chanting and beating drums in honor of Horus.

Temple of the God Horus at Behdet (Edfou),
west Girdle Wall, inner face, lower register.
Detail from the fourth part of the “Sacred Drama” called “The Vindication of Horus against His enemies” and celebrated during the “Feast of the Victory of Horus over Seth”.
(the images have been impiously hammered by the christians…)

seashelbby  asked:

Several worms characters have been shown to be made up of different coloured worms than default red, such as The Queen (who is made up of green worms) and Jacket (who is made up of yellow worms). What dictates the colour of a worm's worms and core?

It sort of depends on a few things!
Queens are naturally born with rainbow/iridescent coats but they usually end up settling on a single specific color after feeding for a while. Such as Green, Blue or Yellow. (the most common choices, although they also pick any other color! including white/black/orange/purple/ect.) 
It is considered a sort of outer layer and if they are badly damaged, or in some sort of extreme emotional distress, they’ll usually revert to red. Having the secondary color of Green/Blue/ect is supposed to be a sort of, display of power and intimidation over other worms.
The color of the worm tentacles is really the indicator of the worms blood. So if you wish to shape-shift and react quickly, red blood is optimal as the other colors are more of an aesthetic thing. It would take a lot of concentration to shape shift while making sure to keep your blood appearing a different color. Crimson keeps her worms red because she finds it better to be as flexible as possible! 
Anyway, jacket and the other worms under dylan’s care have some sort of unusual aspects about them. It is currently unclear as to what makes them so different.. But usually, a “regular” worm is not going to have those colored worm parts unless they genuinely are super strong or perhaps bluffing to appear more desirable to a king.
The weeds often make these worm parts different colored as they are infecting and spreading their spores inside the worms body/their blood. In many cases this will make the worm kind of confused because they will think they are actually getting stronger, while in reality they are slowly dying! :)
Anyway, that’s a little bit more info on why the worms are different colored worms.

Temple of the God Horus at Behdet (Edfou),
west Girdle Wall, inner face, lower register.
Scene from the second part of the “Sacred Drama” called “The Vindication of Horus against His enemies” celebrated during the “Feast of the Victory of Horus over Seth”: the VIII battle (IV scene).

The Second part of the “Sacred Drama” is the “Ritual of the ten harpoons”. It consists of five scenes, and each scene contains two battles, for a total of ten battles: in each battle Horus (always falcon-headed and with the Double Crown) is represented standing on His barque together with one of His Divine Harpooners (“Daimones”, “Divine Spirits” of Horus) and smiting Seth (represented as an hippo) with one of His sacred harpoons.
The “Ritual of the ten harpoons” celebrates the ten victories of Horus against Seth on Earth, in ten battles that took place in Egypt, from Upper Egypt (the South) to Lower Egypt (the North): in the first scene Horus fights against Seth in the region of ‘Behdet’; whilst in the fifth and last scene (the IX and the X battle against Seth) Horus triumphs over Seth in the Eastern regions of Lower Egypt (near the border with Asia).

On the barque, Horus of Behdet (falcon-headed and wearing the Double Crown) snaring the hippo/Seth with the rope, and spearing his hind quarters with the harpoon (the eighth harpoon).
Behind Horus, the Harpooner (lion or baboon-headed) Whose name is “He Who comes forth with the mouth aflame”, holding an harpoon and a knife.
To the left, the King with His hands raised in adoration.

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Haha so you can definitely see the color scheme theme here

My ostara gathering was nice but I guess to be honest I was disappointed that everyone seemed to be dealing with hardships this week so people canceled at the last minute or they showed up but their energy was not centered due to stress even after grounding. The people who came still liked the ritual and gathering since they said it helped them feel more positive. We did a growth spell with pepita seeds that we would charge one with intent to grow something and swallow or bless one and give to our friend to take in.

For food I brought a gardens worth of spring vegetables. I made steamed asparagus and string beans, tzatziki salad, snap peas, fennel, brocolli sprouts, butter lettuce with mustard vinaigrette, microgreens for garnish, garlic and chives hummus and pepita seeds. My friend made delicious quiche cupcakes and my other friend bought lavender earl grey tea eggs with mayonnaise and mustard to make deviled eggs. I also made vegan linzer cookies. One was matcha chocolate and the other was violette/chamomile/raspberry. We had spring beer to drink along with a matcha liqueur I made into a creamy cocktail (tastes like an iced alcoholic matcha latte), fresh juiced carrot juice (with apples), and crocus gin which is absinthe mixed with creme de violette, gin and chamomile syrup.

After the ritual we played an egg hunt ostara board game I made. They could collect special eggs with prizes (like candy or special items like crystal rings, crystals, egg tea lights, magical shit etc) and the golden egg was a grand prize of an astrology book (one I was looking at a creative way to give it away) it luckily went to a friend that was looking for an astrology book haha.

Overall it was nice. I’ll be posting pictures individually.
Tomorrow is the last celebration apart of my equinox week!!

Temple of the God Horus at Behdet (Edfou),
view of the west Girdle Wall, inner face.
In the lower register, the “Sacred Drama” of the “Feast of the Victory of Horus over Seth”, entitled “the Vindication of Horus against His enemies” (Edfou VI-61,2);
in the middle register, the text A entitled “the Book of the Destruction of the hippo” (Edfou VI-114,2)

Imagine the Haddocks trying to get to a feast on time

“Hold still and let me finish braiding your hair.”

“But Mama, I don’t wanna go!”

“I don’t wanna go, either. Daddy, do we have to?”

“Please let us stay home, Daddy.”

Half an hour later, Hiccup has a child on his back and Astrid has one on her hip and is half-dragging the third one out the door.

The Feast of Saint Gabriel

Summary: The reader has spent a chunk of time preparing a surprise for Gabriel but his arrival surprises them and ruins the surprise.  However, Gabriel is able to use his powers to restore things to the original state the reader intended and the two share a few hours of stories and sweets.

Author: @revwinchester

Pairing: Gabriel x (gender neutral) Reader
Other Characters: Sam and Dean

Word Count: 2407

Warnings: a little bit of cursing, vaguely implied smut

A/N: This is one of my entries for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge.  This is for the dialogue prompt, “I can’t believe you thought I punched him. No, I slammed a shovel into his face. Big difference.”  I was already working on this piece when the prompts were announced and I tried to work it in here as seamlessly as possible.  In other news, today is actually the former date of the Feast of Saint Gabriel before he got smushed into sharing a day with Michael and Raphael during Vatican II.

The Feast of Saint Gabriel -

Your name: submit What is this?

You had spent the day baking and cooking, even enlisting and sometimes coercing your brothers into helping on and off throughout the day.  You wanted - no, you needed - everything to be perfect.

“Sam,” you called out as you carefully watched the candy thermometer that was monitoring the caramel you were making now.  When your brother was in the kitchen you continued, “can you pull the cupcakes out of the oven?  If I take my eyes off of this, even for a second, it might burn.”

Sam leaned down to take the tray of cupcakes out of the hot oven.  Don’t you think you’re going a little overboard, Y/N?” the younger of your brothers questioned as Dean joined you both in the kitchen trying to scavenge some of the sweets you had prepared.

“Maybe a little bit,” you admitted, looking around the kitchen at the cakes, candies, cookies, and even donuts you had already made.

“You bought a cotton candy machine,” Sam deadpanned.

“Okay, okay!  Maybe more than a little,” you acquiesced.  

“You know you could have just bought most of this stuff, Y/N,” Dean commented as he reached for a cookie.

You smacked his hand away and chided him before replying to Sam.  “I just want today to be special.  No one really celebrates the feasts of the angels anymore.  At least, not on their original dates when they all had separate days for themselves,” you explained.  “The Feast of Gabriel is practically his birthday!  Can you imagine not celebrating your birthday since Vatican II?”

“Yeah, I kind of can,” Dean spoke up.

“Put the candy down and get out of my kitchen, Dean,” you commanded your oldest brother.  If he wasn’t going to be helpful, he sure as hell wasn’t going to be allowed to get in your way.

“Y/N, you know that if it weren’t for your insistence, Dean and I probably wouldn’t celebrate our own birthdays, let alone anyone else’s,” Sam argued as you swiftly removed the pot of sugar and cream from the heat.  

“Well, it’s a good thing you’ve got me around, then, spoil sport,” you sassed as you poured the caramel into the pan you had prepared.  “I’m going to need one more thing from you and Dean,” you told Sam.  “Once I’m done here, I need you guys to pray to Gabriel and get him here.”

“You know he doesn’t answer our prayers, Y/N,” Sam countered, “only yours.  There’s no way he’ll come at our request.  Gabriel only listens to you.”

“But if I call, he’ll figure it out.  I’m so excited I’ll give away the surprise,” you told your brother, your voice practically whining.  “You guys are going to have to be creative but you need to do it.”

“Fine, we’ll try,” Sam hesitantly agreed, “but you know Dean’s not going to like it.”

“That’s why I made his favorite pie and hid it away from Gabe’s stuff,” you countered with a wink, “and I’ve got some carrot cake right along side of it for you.  I’ll need about an hour for these cupcakes to cool and to get them iced.  I’ll let you know when I need you to pray.”

Sam left the kitchen and while you waited for the cupcakes to cool enough to be iced, you began to set up the table with the sweets you had spent the day making.  You had found a table cloth and cloth napkins in one of the bunker’s closets and set about using everyday items, like a shoebox and a stack of books, to create levels on one of the library tables, covering each level with a napkin to make it look nice.

Once you were satisfied with the setup of the table, you began carrying out the various desserts and confections you had made.  You spread the platters of cake, cookies, and candies around the table, making sure to leave room for the cupcakes and caramels you still had to finish.  You returned to the kitchen and fired up the cotton candy machine.  Sam was right, the purchase had been extravagant but it was going to tie everything together.

While the machine warmed up, you cut the pan of caramels into squares, plated them, and brought the candies to their spot on the table.  Then you returned to the kitchen to make the candy floss.  You poured some of the pink sugar into the machine and began collecting the candy wisps that were created.  Once the pink sugar ran out, you brought the cotton candy into the library and spread it out directly on the table, surrounding and framing the rest of the sweet foods.

“One last thing,” you muttered to yourself.  You returned to the kitchen once more and iced the cupcakes.  As you finished, you called your brothers back into the room.  “Time to start praying, boys,” you told them.

“Why are we doing this?” Dean grumbled.  “When did we even start liking this guy?”

“Right around the time I started sleeping with him” you reminded your brother, much to his chagrin.

“Gah!  Stop it!” Dean shouted over your words.  “I don’t need any mental images.  Promise you won’t say another word and I’ll start praying.”

You balanced the tray of cupcakes on one hand and mimed zipping your lips shut and throwing away the key with the other before you led your brothers into the library.  You could tell that Sam had already started silently praying and you gave a pointed look to Dean who rolled his eyes and began, too.

Just as you were about to put the tray of cupcakes in it’s spot on the table, there was a loud cracking sound that caused you to jump and lose your grip.  The tray came crashing down onto the table, ruining not only the cupcakes but also a good portion of the other desserts.  As all this was happening, someone started speaking behind you.

“Where is Y/N?  What’s wrong?”  It was Gabriel and he was frantic.  You could tell just from the sound of his voice.  You whipped around to face your boyfriend at the same time that he turned toward where you were standing.  Gabriel pulled you into his arms and you felt a surge of grace run through your body before he released you and held you at arm’s length.

“Gabe, what are you doing?” You asked him as his hands swept across your skin and your eyes raked over your body in a decidedly not sexy way.  It was more like he was checking you over for an injury.  “Seriously, babe, what’s up?”

“You’re ok?” He asked, truly dumbfounded.  “You’re, you’re not hurt?”

You pulled your boyfriend into a tight hug, finally understanding his dramatic entrance.  “No, love, I’m fine.  Why would you…” you trailed off as you came to a probable scenario.  “What did my brothers say to get you here?”

“They said,” Gabriel began, pulling back from your embrace to more easily speak with you, “well, Sam prayed and just said you needed me.  Dean was a little more forceful but never really said… I just assumed that both of them praying about you meant that something bad had happened.”

“Oh, oh gosh, no,” you said, your voice apologetic.  “I have a surprise for you or, had a surprise I guess,” you indicated the table behind you.  “I didn’t want to give it away.  But then I dropped the cupcakes and ruined it all.”

Gabriel took in the sight before him, seeming to notice the table and the scent of baking in the air for the first time.  “What is all this?” he asked.  His eyes took in the table cloth, the crumbled cupcakes and broken cookies, the caramels now covered in buttercream, and the other assorted, mostly ruined desserts.

“It was supposed to be for you,” you explained.  “Today is the original date of the Feast of Saint Gabriel.  It’s your day.  So, I wanted to do something special for you.”  You paused for a moment, looking at the ruined table, “and then I got jumpy and messed it all up.”  Your eyes were cast towards the floor by the time you were done talking.  

Gabriel’s hand found your chin and tilted your head up so your eyes met his.  “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”  His voice was sincere, the usual joking nature gone, even if it was just for a moment.  “You might say, it’s the sweetest thing…” And there was his signature snark back again.

“Maybe it was the sweetest thing…” you mumbled, stepping out of his grasp and turning to face the table.

Gabriel took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder.  His arms briefly tightened around you as he gave you a little squeeze.  “You forget, love, archangel powers.”  Gabriel held a hand out in front of you and snapped his fingers.  The table was suddenly clean, each of the treats looking just as you had intended them to look and the dropped cupcakes were perfectly placed among the other sweets.

You turned in Gabriel’s arms and pressed a kiss to his lips.  “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to use archangel powers quite like that,” you giggled before kissing him again.  

One of your brothers cleared his throat and you jerked back from the angel in surprise.  “You forgot we were here, didn’t you?” Sam snickered

“Um, maybe a little,” you confessed, blushing as you buried your face in Gabriel’s shoulder so your brothers couldn’t see the pink in your cheeks.  

“We’re going to go to the bar,” Sam told you in an attempt to comfort you, “we’ll be back…” but he didn’t have a chance to finish before Gabriel snapped again and he and Dean were gone.

“Gabe!” you exclaimed, “you can’t just send them away like that!  You know Dean’s going to do nothing but complain for a week once he gets back!”

“I just sent them to a bar a few states away.  Your brothers landed in the parking lot inside of Dean’s precious car.”  The sarcasm in Gabriel’s voice was nearly tangible.  “They’re smart enough to figure it out.”  He winked at you as he spoke and pulled away from your grasp to survey the sweets on the table.  Gabriel grabbed a cupcake and shoved the whole thing in his mouth at one time.  “Ohr ah leasht Sham ish…”

You had to laugh at how much Gabriel reminded you of your oldest brother sometimes.  You also picked up a cupcake and took a much more manageable bite, before taking a seat at the other table in the library.  Gabriel picked up some more sweets and sat beside you.  The two of you reminisced about your favorite tales of your time together and Gabriel shared with you more about his history and, every now and again, one of you would get up and bring back some more goodies to share.

“…and that was the first time the Norse tried to give me a virgin sacrifice.  It was awkward, to say the least.”  You both laughed at Gabriel’s story.  It had been a ridiculous moment in his history when he’d realized that human sacrifices were still a thing and that virgins tended to be favored by the people in these scenarios.  

“Oh, man, that reminds me of when Sam and Dean were ‘revirginized’ when we were dealing with Vestra.  I was so glad I had stayed behind with Jody for that bit - no chance of getting dragged off by some Roman goddess that way,” you recalled.  “Also, there’s no way I would have gotten out of one of those abstinence group meetings without snapping.  Everything Sam told me about them was infuriating.  Did you know the Bible doesn’t even forbid premarital sex?”

Gabriel looked at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“Of course you know that… look who I’m talking to…” You trailed off giggling, not really knowing what to say after that sugar induced moment.  Luckily, Gabriel came to your rescue.

“Isn’t that the time you ended up punching Dean and breaking his nose?” the archangel asked.

You thought back to that case before replying.  “No, I don’t think I’ve ever punched Dean, not in a serious way, anyway.  Oh… OH!”  You were practically shouting, having realized what Gabriel was talking about.  “What happened was that Sam, Jody, and I found the place where Vesta was keeping her sacrifices but she got the jump on Jody so Sam was handling that while I was digging up where we thought the entry to the underground cell was,” you explained.  “Dean had been working on the doorway from the inside, too, and, well… I can’t believe you thought I punched him.  No, I slammed a shovel into his face.  Big difference…” You were full out laughing by the time you finished the story and Gabriel was chuckling along with you.  “It was an accident, though.  I don’t think I could ever hurt one of my brothers like that on purpose,” you told Gabriel.

You spent another hour or so just talking and swapping memories.  Eventually, the sugar coma set in and you were nearly falling asleep on Gabriel’s shoulder in the library.  He was still going strong, ‘stupid archangel powers’ you thought. 

“Someone looks like they could use a nap,” Gabriel commented.  Instead of snapping his fingers like he usually would, Gabriel gathered you up in his arms and carried you through the bunker to your bedroom.  He placed you in your bed and climbed in with you despite the fact that he didn’t need to sleep.  You curled yourself around the archangel and he held you close, Gabriel’s scent filling your nose as you nuzzled your way into a comfortable spot on his shoulder.  “Sleep now, love, when you wake up I’ve got some ideas for how I’d like to eat some more of those treats you made me…”

You giggled at his words and the insinuation that was made clear as he wagged his eyebrows at you.  You snuggled into his side and fell asleep quickly.  He kissed your forehead and mumbled something that you just barely made out before you slipped into unconsciousness.  “Actually, I’ve got lots of ideas; it’s a good thing your brothers have a seven hour drive back here once they’re done at the bar.”

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After the events of the film, Moana was arranged to marry. After discovering her fiance was involved in the revenge plotted against her dad, Moana set herself to find out the truth where she met an elusive guy who aided her. Her voyage turned into a dangerous quest and she accidentally stumbled on the secret that revealed Maui's past.

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“Okay…okay. Let us approach this differently,” Anahera suggested.“Imagine that this is a competition, between you… and uhm,―that…that hunky, estranged fiance of hers? Tana, no…Tamatoa? Tomato - something?”

“Tane… Tanemahuta.”

“Yes, him. So, if you are here to win her heart as a prize, which you could earn by showing her honor, respect and learning what pleases her best,” Anahera advised.

“Hmmm….What pleases her best… ―?” Maui confided with himself. Then he remembered one of his last nights in Motunui, when he and Rapa were watching Tane, Moana and a few villagers celebrating a little feast. He clearly remembered how Tane’s impeccable flute performance had stolen the night: how Moana’s eyes twinkled in delight, smiling with unfeigned admiration as Tane continued to blow strings of sentimental notes.

“Yes,” Anahera’s voice broke Maui’s musing. “If you knew what she liked or fancy, you should tell that―or rather show her,” she said, smiling encouragingly at him. “Moana isn’t sort of woman who’s easily impressed with fancy words and eloquent speeches. It’s action and deeds that earn her respect. You need to go out there and do things for her, be the man that she needs.”

…be the man that she needs.

All right! Maui thought resolutely, thinking of a plan. He would approach one of the musicians and asked for a private lesson with them, practice some cheesy song over and over again until he knew it by heart. Maui didn’t think he had any musician blood in him, but since he could sing, how could playing a musical instrument be any different? Then he would take her in the canoe, and he would surprise her by playing it, very dramatically while on the background, the moon was shining, the sea calm and still, a perfect mood for romance. And like a magical spell, those sweet, sentimental yet impressive tunes would win her heart. Eventually, her broken heart would heal, and Moana could see, not only Maikai was awesome and strong, but he could also do whatever Tane was capable of doing―Yes, Maikai would offer her the same deal and more! And… she would fall in love with him.

Perfect!

Got7 Reaction: Cruise

*The activities that Got7 would drag you to on a cruise ship*

Mark: Treats you to a spa day on the ship. Would relax the whole day with you getting massages.

Jinyoung: Swim day. Lots of playful splashing. Will spend time with you in the hot tub and sit as close to you as possible.

Jackson: Will go on one of those giant waterslides with you and will scream the whole way down.

Jaebum: Brings you with him to the ship’s buffet and you guys feast. You end up asking Jackson and Mark to carry you for the rest of the day.

Youngjae: You will sneak into the kid’s area and play all day. You will play a game of ball pit dodgeball and will laugh and goof off all day.

Bambam: Cruise ships have indoor theatres right? Well bambam would take you there and try to book it so that it’s just you two there. He’ll put on a scary movie so that you’ll cuddle up to him.

Yugyeom: Dancing. He’ll get you to wear your hottest outfit and will take you out on the dance floor. If you can’t dance, no problem. He’ll teach you the simple stuff and then you’ll take it from there.

pleasington  asked:

I think you should totally start off your channel doing a low cal platter of all your sweet dishes, all prettily arranged for a mini safe-feast

u over estimate my skills and patience 

i will do desserts tho

catefrankie  asked:

Sound of Music and Babette's Feast for the ask thingy!

Yes to the Sound of Music, it definitely was one of the movies we always watched with my family when I was a kid. 

What’s Babette’s Feast? I’ve never heard of it (*checks imdb*) Oh, okay, nope, haven’t seen nor heard of it, sorry!


Send me iconic movies you think everyone should’ve seen in their lives and I have to respond honestly if I’ve seen them!

anonymous asked:

Dennis doesn't have freckles i think you are misinterpreting his face.

feast your beady little eyes on THESE bad boys. when I made this account i was looking super indepth into glenns face so I could draw him and it wasn’t until after that I realised his freckles are literally only visible in maybe 2 or 3 pictures? i live with my mistakes. freckle dennis is the best dennis tho