Herbs - Secret Names

In many old grimoires and texts, you might see an ingredient’s list for a magical recipe which contains an animal part in it - although, this is in fact, a herb (therefore please do not use animal parts in your craft unless it is ethically sourced and legal!).

Examples include:

  • Bat’s Wings - Holly Leaf.
  • Bear’s Foot - Lady’s Mantle.
  • Blood of a Goose - Mulberry Tree (Milk).
  • Bull’s Blood - Horehound.
  • Cat’s Foot - Ground Ivy.
  • Crow’s Foot - Wild Geranium.
  • Dog’s Tongue - Cynoglossum Officinale.
  • Eye of Newt - Mustard (Seed).
  • Frog’s Foot - Buttercup.
  • Hawk’s Heart - Wormwood (Seed).
  • Lamb’s Ears - Betony.
  • Lion’s Hair - Turnip Leaf.
  • Lizard’s Tail - Breast Weed.
  • Pig’s Snout - Dandelion.
  • Rabbit’s Foot - Field Clover.
  • Serpent’s Tongue - Violet.
  • Toad - Toadflax.
  • Weasel’s Snout - Lamium Galeobdolon.
  • Wolf’s Claw - Club Moss.
BTS’s reaction to you dancing with another man:

A/N: Aw, anon, your English is perfect, don’t worry ^ - ^ Thanks for stopping by and leaving a request <3 I’m sorry that this is embarrassingly late, I hope you enjoy it anyway~

Jin: “Why do you have to dance with him?” Jin pouts, as you crouch to lace up your trainers for dance practice.

“It’s only for one stage,” you soothe, standing up and closing the short distance between you and your boyfriend. A chaste peck on his lips has the frown smoothing into a smile.

“I know,” he says, “I just wish it was you and me together.”

Your face falls at this, as your mind seeps with concern. Jin always puts on a brave face for you, but you know there are a lot of feelings he keeps quiet to save you the worry. You worry anyway, of course, because that’s just who you are.

He picks up on your change of mood, and gives your cheeks a poke, forcing the corners of your lips up into a grin. “Hey, none of that,” he says, “If I practice enough maybe it’ll be me dancing with you next time.” To prove it, he takes a step back, and breaks into his famed traffic dance. It never fails to have you spluttering with laughter, and soon you’re joining in, flailing your limbs about in time to your own rhythm.

You collapse against each other, shaking with fits of the giggles. “Oh, boy, I don’t think the world is ready for our traffic dance collab,” you sigh, resting your forehead against Jin’s.

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, “Some day though. Some day.”

You chuckle. “Some day.” One more kiss, then it’s time to leave for practice.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Yoongi: From his spot by the bar, Yoongi keeps his gaze rooted to you.

When you asked to go clubbing with him, this isn’t exactly what he had expected. In his mind, you had your arms wrapped around each other, floating in your own calm world, amidst the chaos of thumping music and flashing lights.

Yet here he is, sitting alone while you shake your hips, surrounded by a swarm of slobbering guys. The only thing keeping Yoongi calm is the diss track he’s composing in his head for the crowd of fawning men. He should write some of this stuff down - it’s gold.

But then he sees one of the guys getting too close, placing his hand on your waist, then sliding it lower. Oh, there’s no way in f-ck he’s getting away with that!

Without a clear idea of what he’s doing, Yoongi pushes himself away from the bar, ploughing through the swarm of sweaty bodies, and thudding a heavy hand into the man’s chest. “Hey, keep your hands off what doesn’t belong to you,” he snarls.

The man stumbles back, gives Yoongi a once over, and decides it’s not worth it. The crowd oozes away from the area, till you and Yoongi are left, invisible in the corner of the club.

“Um… thanks,” you smile sheepishly, “I had it under control though.”

“I know,” Yoongi says, “I just… couldn’t help myself. Creeps like that make me furious.”

You bite your lip. “Wanna get out of here?”


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Hoseok: Hoseok doesn’t mind. He really doesn’t mind… Well, okay, maybe a little… But it’s hard to watch you (the love of his life) dancing (the second love of his life) with another man. It should be him leading you as you follow the complicated steps, that cute, concentrated look on your face, that he’d just love to kiss away. But instead, it’s Jimin by your side. And seeing his hands on your waist has something sprouting in Hoseok’s heart. A seed of… jealousy? It isn’t a feeling he’s used to – it’s odd and constricting, crushing him from the inside, and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long, loud sigh.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” you sink down beside him on the dance studio floor, cheeks pink from practice.

“Nothing,” Hoseok forces a smile, which you see through with one blink and one shake of your head:

“Come on, you can tell me anything, Hoseok.”

“He’s jealous because you’re dancing with me.” Jimin sends a Cheshire cat grin your way.

Hoseok doesn’t respond, just picks at the laces of his shoes, and then mutters, “You guys should watch your footwork at the beginning of the second verse. It gets a little sloppy. Yours especially Jimin.”

Jimin laughs this off. “Oh, I was just about to pack up for the day… But if you think we need improvement, maybe we should practice for another couple of hours. What do you think, Y/N?”

Hoseok’s ears turn red at Jimin’s teasing. “No, on second thoughts, I think you’ve done enough for one night.” He slides his hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” A nod from you, accompanied by a kiss on the nose is all he needs to perk up.

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Namjoon: Namjoon has decided to start going to the gym more often. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re now getting dance lessons from Jimin. It’s just a weird coincidence that he wants to life more weights after hearing you wax lyrical about your dance partner’s body. (“And then Jimin taught me how to do lifts. He’s so strong. Have you seen his arms? Wow.”) It isn’t that Namjoon’s self-conscious, but the thought of you spewing praises over him like you do with Jimin is certainly a good motivation to exercise.

Finally, he’s in a position to say: “Hey babe, check this out,” and show off his arms, in close-fitting tank tops. This is a sure-fire way to keep your eyes trained on him, and no one else.

“Have you been working out?” you ask, eyeing him as he flexes.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, looking pleased with himself.

The frown that clouds your features is not the response he was hoping for. “Is this because of me and Jimin?” you probe, lips thinning into a straight line.

Namjoon’s smile fades away. “Maybe.”

You shake your head sadly. “Baby, you know that no matter what I say about the other members, or any other man for that matter, you’re the only one I’ll want.”

Namjoon did know that. But it’s always nice to hear you say it.

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Jimin: Seeing you at dance practice with Jungkook had given Jimin an idea.

That’s why, when you come home from work that evening, you’re greeted by a trail of rose petals at the door. A smile curling your lips, you leave your bag in the hall, and follow the scatterings of pink and crimson to the living room where Jimin’s standing in a suit, a flower in one hand.

“What’s all this?” you ask, breath releasing in something between a gasp and a sigh.

“I’m teaching you how to ballroom dance,” he announces, eyes scrunching up as a smile stretches his lips. Crossing the room, he flicks on the stereo, and a few strains of stringed instruments start up. “Ever since I saw you dancing with Jungkook, I couldn’t stop feeling jealous, which is stupid… I know,” he goes on to explain, holding out his hands, which you grab onto, pulling him in until he’s no more than an inch from you, “I decided that teaching you some of the most romantic dances I know would cure me of the green-eyed monster.”

You duck your head, gently bumping your forehead against his chest. “You know you never have to worry about me spending time with other guys.”

“I know. But I worry anyway. Since you’re the most precious thing I have.” These are the last words he murmurs before the music drowns all else out, and you get carried away in a flurry of melodies and the golden sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes.

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Taehyung: Seeing you dance with another boy makes Taehyung feel… weird. In the scattered rainbow of disco ball lights he can see your smile growing wide while this guy – who is he, anyway? – spins you around. With those simple gestures, Taehyung’s heart twists and turns - a writhing dragon, growling to break free from his rib cage.

There’s only one thing to do.

He strides towards you, pushing through the crowd until he’s by your side, where he feels at home. Then he does the only thing he knows how to do. Making you smile: his specialty. As the music picks up, he moves along with it, limps flapping, head bobbing.

Catching his movements, you grin, and seeing that he’s made you happy, Taehyung keeps on going, exaggerating his movements, until you’re bent over with laughter, the other guy completely forgotten. Then you take Taehyung’s hand, and begin to sway with him, lighting up a fire inside him. This is how it should be. Only him. Only you. And no one in between.

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Jungkook: Smile. That’s all Jungkook has to do. Smile as he watches you practice with Hoseok for set rehearsal, allowing his heart be pricked like a pincushion, again and again. Smile as your eyes scrunch up, gracing your dance partner with their warmth. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, and that at the end of the day, when the sun sinks low in the sky, it’ll be you and him going home together, hands intertwined. But waiting for that moment is torturous. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself. Just a few more sets of sixty minutes. He’ll count every one.

You glance his way, as the managers call time-out. Slipping from the group, you run over to him, and satisfy his need with a tight bear hug.

“Hey,” you whisper.

He grins into your shoulder. “Hey.”

You break apart before too many curious eyes dart your way. It’s not a secret that you’re dating, but you’d rather not parade it around in front of everyone. There’ll be plenty of time for all the needed touching, kissing, loving when you’re alone. For now, you give Jungkook’s hand a squeeze that promises: “soon”. Then you’re heading back for another rehearsal.

It’s enough for Jungkook. He’ll keep on smiling till you’re back in his arms again.

Originally posted by jeonbase

(I did not make these gifs!)

anonymous asked:

can you recommend any poetry books or chapbooks please (nothing too expensive !) 😌


Full poetry collections


I’m sure I’ve forgotten a lot of books/chapbooks & also I haven’t read everything so please feel free to add to this list. It’s 5am & I’m exhausted, thank you!

I never knew the sweetest scent could make me feel so sour
I want to burn these flowers down but I can’t ‘cause they were ours

The work and time to make them grow,
The waiting for the buds to show,
The feeding, weeding, every hour
Was worth waking up to that first flower

I thought they’d live forever
Consequential of their magic
'Cause my heart is in those seeds
And to lose them would be tragic

But now I wish they weren’t linked,
my heart and those damn flowers
And I wish that they could give me back
Every single hour

Because to me they’re you in flower form
Except nothing’s ever been their fault

And I just can’t do it anymore

They made me happy, now they don’t
And every year that they come back
Reminds me that you won’t

Villains with a heart - Hades

dark red pomegranate seeds catch between his teeth while he watches her from his realm of the dead
he had been a boy once, a simple mortal, not a god out of cold, marble skin and melancholy
he had been in love once, with a girl dressed in purple and the sweetest laugh he ever heard, sweeter as the juice of pomegranate seeds
but she used her smile like a razor, cut through his ribcage with the tiniest precision and left him bleeding on the floor
he had been a boy once
but now, he was a god
and gods never love

I’ve spent my whole life looking for a place that really felt like home. Then I realized my home was not a place, but a person. Home was a place my heart planted its seeds in hopes to see so many beautiful things blossom. It’s where I came to rest my body after a long day when I felt like I couldn’t take much more. It’s two hands that goosebumps always greeted, two eyes that said more than words sometimes could. I found my home right in you.
—  I’ll unpack my bags wherever you are

And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart:

Your seeds shall live in my body,
And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
And your fragrance shall be my breath,
And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

—  Kahlil Gibran
“Omg you cut out carbs? But then what do you EAT?”


- broccoli
- spinach
- peppers
- squash
- zucchini
- tomatoes (sparingly)
- mushrooms
- olives (YUM)
- lettuce
- cabbage
- onions (especially love me some red onions)
- tofu
- shirataki noodles
- green curry sauce
- plain pumpkin because I crave it
- seaweed
- natto

- tuna
- salmon
- mackerel
- beef
- bacon
- chicken
- ham
- hotdogs (these chicken dogs I found are like… 3 carbs for 5 of them, it’s great)
- bratwurst (bit expensive in Japan but good)
- are eggs a meat? I eat eggs all sorts of ways

seed and nut stuff
- sugar free peanut butter (ordered online from amazon in 1 kilo bags)
- cashews
- almonds
- walnuts
- sunflower seeds
- chia seeds
- hemp seed hearts
- flax seed
- almond meal/flour
- coconut flour

- brie
- whole milk (sparingly)
- whipped cream
- greek yogurt
- melty cheese
- shaky parmesan
- fake milks! Like almond or soy!

dem good good fats/oils
- olive oil
- canola oil
- coconut oil (FOR ALL THINGS)
- butter
- MCT oil
- mayonnaise mmmm
- sesame oil
- fish oil (in capsule form cuz it makes my coat shiny)

- basil
- rosemary
- thyme
- oregano
- salt
- red pepper
- paprika
- Old Bay
- cumin
- chili powder
- miso (not a spice but I use it to coat stuff and flavor so yknow)
- gochujan (again… I know)

I remember being out here and telling another JET I was doing keto, and this person said to me “Wow, if I weren’t allowed to eat bread, I would just kill myself. I feel sorry for you.”

It is not about “I am not allowed”, it is about “I am choosing not to do this, and am supplementing it with this instead”.

I never feel like I’m denying myself, nor do I force low-carb on other people, like… no. No no no no. In fact, I encourage you all to do YOUR research for YOUR diet, because food is fucking personal, and to me? It’s integral to happiness. Denying myself food SUCKS and I vowed to never do it again. On keto, I eat constantly and eat a lot and it makes me happy and I feel great. If keto makes you feel denied, don’t do it! Easy peasy <3 Nobody will judge you, unless you tell me you’re doing keto and then eat 30 snack cakes in front of me haha. Then I’m perplexed and honestly jealous as fuck.

And yeah, that’s a true story lol.

So yeah. Someone tell me how to say “can I live?” in Japanese please haha.

Oke since I can’t stop coming up with ways to put flowers in fics,,

Soulmate!au where most people are born with a seed drawn on their chest, right above their heart. 

Each seed is different for each person has a different flower/plant; Some will have vines that take up their whole torso, others a small discreet plant, it all depends on eithet the personnality of the person or their soulmate’s

As they grow up and old, the flower slowly grows, until it’s fully standing, yet the bud is still closed, waiting for the day they meet their other half, and that day people can feel the flower blooming as they stare at the other person, signaling that yes, it’s them

This makes room for so much angst because what if your flower grows way slower than others? what if one day you wake up and it has started to decay before even opening? Also yes the flower(s) would decay once the soulmate dies, or slowly decay if the person is dying/has a disease, kinda like Beauty and the Beast except you can never get rid of the flower

On a happier note:

- polyamory pals having whole gardens on their chest

- get a tinier version of the flower when you have a child with your soulmate, even if it wasn’t born from either of you

- aro/ace people instead have petals appear on random parts of their body when they appreciate someone enough to call them close, and it’s always from a flower that reminds them of the other person

- just, flowers everywhere

When You Love Someone

I write simply to confess that life is not the same without you in the same land. There is no certainty of my reaching you with a cab ride or knowing you’re safe at home. It is a silent anxiety which is rather unfounded, but my heart still wonders a hundred poor possibilities. I am prone to worry. It is perhaps an indication of home where love and its suffering never ends. It is a placing of you in the shell of my heart, the seed of my mind and carrying you as I go through my routine life. I am without nuance or flair or any poetry when I say I care for you, deeply and with a sense of longing. The character of care is very different now from when we first began. Then it was desire, child-like, passion like fire, like thirst, like insecurity. Now, it is soft, gentle, measured, like the certainty of home, like my ever-love for you. I love you and I wait for you to come home.

oxen are waiting for dawn when

down the dark hill comes our lady

the waking of mare and hare and

a thousand yellow horns wounding

the early hours

The Lady is animal white for a

sleepless dance

making calm asylum ,

a resting place of hearts

where field’s seeds quiver with dew

and tongue-split sun

river sings her luck of veil-leaves

and snow-water

do not remind me of the sea

or the suffering that springs from

that dark shore of cedar trees

her devotion to violets

The Lady is full of flame, dark mouth

ringed in lantern light

we are weeping round songs

the shores of river gain voice and

loose reeds

look, we must not be alone

maenads are in bright costume and

consuming the throes of sunflower

they dip butterfly ankles in the

water of the larks

their eyes are shady places,

their hands are wringing beasts

for the feast of lanterns

who could see and not remember


The Lady is mending what is broken

with saliva from a star,

she is sowing great fires

where morning heaves her shoulders

in a shadow of stone

everywhere I go I hear us singing to

each other

salt-dawn is rustling her bends of

breeze and willow and river

how often we live in the braying

geography of the past

I choose to never leave,

I choose to suffer uselessly

for who else could I be?

I am the being who sleeps amid winds

Gryffindor House Aesthetic

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swedish summer  |  in my garden

“Spiritual life is a lot like gardening. We till and cultivate the garden of our heart, planting seeds of presence, openness and the ability to respect whatever arises. We water each one so the things which are beautiful in us can blossom.” ― Jack Kornfield

If this is paradise, I wish I had a lawn mover 


“And that’s why I love children and learn so much from being around them. I realize that many of our world’s problems today - from the inner city crime, to large scale wars and terrorism, and our overcrowded prisons - are a result of the fact that children have had their childhood stolen from them. The magic, the wonder, the mystery, and the innocence of a child’s heart, are the seeds of creativity that will heal the world. I really believe that.

What we need to learn from children isn’t childish. Being with them connects us to the deeper wisdom of life which is ever present, and only asks to be lived. They know the solutions that lie waiting to be recognized within our own hearts. Today, I would like to thank all the children of the world, including the sick and deprived … I am so sensitive to your pain.”