When I was seven years old, my Grandmother’s ladle went missing.
This was her favorite ladle. This was her only ladle. She had a very bizarre attachment to this ladle. She became convinced it had been stolen.
Suddenly, she trusted no one in the family. Accusations were thrown left and right. Fissures were ripping the family apart as everyone claimed innocence and my Grandmother only grew angrier. Everyone had unbelievably bad alibis. No one could be trusted in the Dark Times ruled over by the ladle thief.
She couldn’t just buy a new ladle, no, it was the principal of the thing- this was her Prized Ladle, and some heathen who dared share her blood had betrayed her and stolen it. The family was in complete turmoil- no one could hold a conversation for longer than five minutes without begging for the return of the ladle. Grandmom stopped making family dinners. No one was safe, no one escaped without feeling the weight of this crushing catastrophe.
And then, one day, upon opening a bag of flour, my Grandmother learned the horrible truth.
Her ladle…had just simply fallen into the bag without her noticing.
You would think this is where the story ends.
You see, Grandmother simply couldn’t be in the wrong here. She, upon letting everyone back into her life again, declared this was all Bonnie’s fault. Cousin Bonnie had been using her kitchen for something around the time of The Incident and must have knocked the ladle in, on accident or on purpose was anyone’s guess, and left it there for the bag to be sealed up without anyone checking.
The family was incredulous! After all the drama, the woman can’t even admit her on wrongdoing? We could not just stand for this. This was injustice. The eldest of Grandmother’s children started to formulate a plan amongst themselves.
For context, there are Nine Children, and at the time of this event, perhaps…Twenty Grand and Great Grandchildren, all of varying ages. All were eventually brought into play within the plot.
On Christmas, at the large, loud, entertaining family party, my Grandmother never stood a chance of noticing her daughter Megan sliding into the kitchen.
She never noticed the shinning, silver gleam of a ladle clutched in her hand, as she handed it off to Bonnie.
She never noticed Bonnie slipping it into her bag, and never questioned why Bonnie was leaving the party so early.
The plan was in motion.
It took dear Grandmother far too long to notice the ladle had once again gone missing. By the time she turned up at Bonnie’s doorstep demanding answers, the ladle was well on it’s way to Japan.
Grandmother wasn’t told this, however; Just told that maybe she should keep a better eye on her possessions.
Before the ladle got to Japan, there was a brief stop at Bonnie’s brother’s home in Hawaii, and he gave the ladle a tour of the beautiful islands, taking pictures all the while. Then, he had to deploy with the army in Japan, and the ladle went with him for some time. She saw the gorgeous sites and also learned the ways of a soldier.
The ladle grew weary of this life, and was mailed off to another relative.
Every day, my Grandmother would wax poetic about betrayal and her missing ladle. Every day, the ladle experience a new event, city, state, or country.
While smiling, peace keeping family members would come over to help my grandmother search her possessions for her missing ladle, the ladle itself was on the trip of a lifetime.
Sports games, box seats, tourist sites- this ladle and our family knew no bounds. One uncle bought a bunch of those can holders that look like shirts, so the ladle could keep modest on her adventures. Celebrities held her in their hands. She touched foreign sands. She found herself, her life and ladle-ality on this trip. The family literally sent this utensil on an Eat, Pray, Love journey just to be petty.
My mother and I received the ladle in the winter months, near the end of her journey. We took her to New York City with us, she saw the Rockettes, toured NBC, and sat with me at David Letterman’s desk.
Everyone, for all of the ladle’s journeys, took pictures.
We reach Christmas, a full year after the ladle escaped my Grandmother’s dramatic clutches. Grandmom finds herself surprised when she’s pulled into the living room and presented a large scrapbook and a large santa-sack that appears filled to the brim.
She opens the scrapbook and gasps, now face-to-face with what has been going on all year. The book was titled ‘The Adventures of Mabel the Ladle’. The first page proclaims that Mabel escaped because she had been lonely, and every picture in there conveys every single one of her fantastical adventures with the entire extended family.
Grandmother opened the santa-sack to discover everyone had bought her ladle’s that year for Christmas- metal ladles, fancy ladles, themed ladles, every ladle you could ever imagine.
Mabel the Ladle was never lonely again.
My grandmother never lacked in kitchen ware again.
lovely tonberriesandcream commissioned me to draw this scene from an absolutely stunning fic called running on air, which is 75k of beautifully written slow burn with long road trips across the country, muggle cars, unusual career choices, flower fields and starry skies, time turners and memories stored in tiny glass vials
Hey guys, a lot of my friends are getting sick as we’re nearing the end of Winter and heading into Spring here in Australia. So I thought now would be a good time to discuss some medical and dental vocabulary in case you ever find yourself sick in Japan. In most western countries it’s common to eat chicken noodle soup when you’re sick, but in Japan you’re probably going to wind up eating お粥「おかゆ」 which is hot rice porridge/congee!
Because (used when something affects one negatively)・せい Not much/not enough・ろくに～ない Somehow・何となく・なんとなく To catch a cold・風邪をひく・かぜをひく To complain of・訴える・うったえる To examine (a patient)・診る・みる To feel tired・だるい To get better/to recover from illness・治る・なおる To get up・起きる・おきる To not feel good・気持ち悪い・きもちわるい To swallow・飲み込む・のみこむ To take medicine・服用する・ふくようする「薬を飲む・くすりをのむ」
Expressions: You don’t look good・顔色が悪い・かおいろがわるい Take care・お大事に・おだいじに
e.g. どうしましたか。顔色が悪いですよ。 What’s wrong? You don’t look too good (literally: your face colour is bad).
It’s only winter here Even in August, winter is here My heart makes time run Like a Snowpiercer left alone I wanna hold your hand And go to the other side of the earth To end this winter How much longing has to fall like snow For the spring days to come?
Fandom: Avengers/Marvel Paring: Peter Parker x Reader Summary: Peter Parker goes on a mission to bring back the Winter Solider, but ends up getting beat up really badly. As he’s passing out he calls out for his girlfriend, asking Steve to call her. Everyone is surprised since they had no idea Peter was dating anyone. Fluff, teasing and a little revenge ensues :) Not really a request…I found this post and was just so inspired! Warnings: violence, mention of blood, swearing…and a little long. Sorry not sorry lol
It all started with that damn red notebook.
“We should’ve destroyed it.” Steve said, barely able to look up from the table top. “You should’ve kept Bucky asleep in Wakanda.” Tony said roughly, spitting out Bucky’s name. He may have forgiven Steve for their fight during the Accords, but he was far from forgiving Bucky for killing his parents. “We should’ve known it wouldn’t be safe with SHIELD. Those guys are always having their headquarters either broken into or blown up.” Sam shot back, trying to keep the peace but catering to everyone’s shared distaste for the spy organization.
What if aliens don’t have different seasons on their planets? What if Humans are the only ones? Imagine the first aliens who come to Earth coming at the end of winter, then it starts getting hotter out and they think the world is ending.
“Human-Sarah, we must leave this place!” Klo'sa yelled. “Come with me on my ship, you’ll be safe there!”
“Huh? Why? What happened?” Sarah replied nervously as she started to pack.
“Your planets sun must’ve gotten bigger or come closer. Your planets climate has changed!”
Sarah stopped packing her bags and, after a couple moments of silence, doubled over laughing. She grabbed Klo'sa by one of his large claws and pulled him by the couch, gesturing for him to sit down. Xe was visibly anxious, but followed the Human’s orders.
“Look, my planet isn’t like your planet,” Sarah explained. “Mine changes the climate all the time. That’s why we have seasons; fall, winter, spring, and summer. Right now, it’s the beginning of spring, when it rains a lot and starts to get warmer out. You came here during the winter, when it snows and can get really cold, depending on where you live. Fall is the opposite of spring, and summer is the opposite of winter, basically.”
A Beauty & The Beast AU With No Beauty And No Beast
In a kingdom fearing wolves Stiles, a young magician, had wandered into the forest belonging to the most powerful clan of wolves. it was a suicidal action and dumb for sure but Stiles had to meet with the Alpha. he had to find a way to save his village from the winter that doesn’t end.
It was told that the winter was a curse and only the Alpha of Beacon
Hills will break it, but all who tried to come across the Alpha had
never returned and the village stopped trying.
It had been eight years since the last spring in Beacon Hills and the village had used its last resources, if a spring won’t come in the next three months, the body counts will include everyone in Beacon Hills, so Stiles took his spell book and marched into the dark forest where the wolves roamed.
🌼🔮 A Summary of the Sabbats for Southern Hemisphere Witches 🔮🌼
As a kiwi witchling, sometimes it’s tricky celebrating the opposite sabbat to our Northern hemisphere friends! For example, while (what feels like) everyone is gearing up for Samhain, the days are getting warmer and Beltane is on the way for us!
I’m no expert but I’ve done my best to summarise the sabbats below with dates for us Southern hemisphere babes.
Considered to be the witches new year, Samhain is a cross quarter day; it is situated between the Autumn Equinox and the Winter Solstice. It is a time to remember lost loved ones, and a time for reflection. Samhain inaugurates Winter and is the last of the three harvesting festivals.
June 20th-23rd (on the Winter solstice)
The shortest day of the year marks the turning point in the sun’s descent; from here, the days begin to grow longer. Also known as the Winter Solstice, we celebrate this as a time of renewal and hope.
⛅ Imbolc ⛅
Imbolc marks the end of winter and the return of the sun. A celebration of light, hope, and spring being just around the corner. This is a great time to clean and cleanse your home, making way for new things to come.
🌱 Ostara 🌱
Sep 20th-23rd (on the vernal equinox)
Ostara celebrates the coming of fertility and is the time to plant seeds for the year to come. Just the act of planting a garden is a magical act in itself.
🔥 Beltane 🔥
A celebration of fertility and the season of fire, Beltane is a celebration full of joy. Many rituals contain sexual symbolism and some choose to conceive children at this time.
☀️ Litha ☀️
Dec 20th-23rd (on the summer solstice)
Midsummer or summer solstice, this is a celebration of the sun, the longest day of the year and a reminder of the shorter days to come. Midsummer is also a good time to collect herbs, flowers and other plants.
🌾 Lammas or Lughnassadh 🌾
This sabbat is the first of the three harvesting festivals. Celebrations focus on grain, the harvest and being grateful for the food on our tables. Baking bread is a common ritual.
🍁 Mabon 🍁
Mar 20th-23rd (on the autumnal equinox)
The second of the three harvesting festivals, Mabon is the last spoke in the wheel of the year. The days are growing shorter and colder, and witches give thanks and reflect on the year.
(Y/N) wandered into the kitchen, her navy top drenched in perspiration from her morning workout. The early riser was not surprised to find the compound empty. Usually, only the two super soldiers, as well as herself, woke up before lunch by habit. She moved to rummage through the fridge for whatever ingredients were stocked while humming an upbeat tune.
Rolling up her sleeves due to the heat, (Y/N) washed her hands before she started her meal prep when she spotted a gleaming metal item sitting on the corner of the sink. She wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing and moved to pick the metal item up.
As the cool metal touched her fingers, (Y/N) realized she was holding onto an intricate silver ring. Twirling the ring around, she attempted to find any sign of who its owner was to no avail. With a huff, she unclasped the hook on her necklace and strung the ring in, tucking it under her shirt, hoping to return it to its owner when she can.
(Y/N) and the super soldiers duo, as per usual, were the only ones awake before the sun has risen. A look out the window and they’re greeted by a storm out there. (Y/N) heaved out a sigh and slowly trudged to her room to change into sportswear.
As she walked into the gym, (Y/N) was greeted by Bucky and Steve going at the punching bag by the corner. She gave the duo a smile and started to run on the treadmill.
With (Y/N) in the gym, Bucky started to get distracted, the lands on the punching bag becoming sloppy. Noticing that his best friend was getting distracted by the dame on the treadmill, Steve gave Bucky a light kick on his thigh, a knowing smirk on his face.
Bucky couldn’t stop the pink tinge on the tip of his ears and scowled at the Captain. He shook his head slightly, trying to get his mind to focus but could not help catching little glances at (Y/N).
Bucky couldn’t deny his attraction to the girl but didn’t for the life of him knew how to express his admiration to her. After years being brainwashed, Bucky seemed to have lost his touch as the suave soldier that had hordes of dames following him.
As the thoughts were swirling around his mind, (Y/N) has made her way to the bench that was next to Bucky and sat down. Bending over to tie her loose shoe lace, her necklace fell out of its confines under her shirt.
Bucky’s eyes widened in recognition, seeing his ring worn around (Y/N)’s neck. He couldn’t help the pride bubbling in him, a sense of satisfaction brewing at the scene before him. He felt as though (Y/N) was now his, even though she clearly had no clue.
Several days down the road, (Y/N) and Bucky were the only two left in the compound, the rest of the Avengers deployed on separate missions. (Y/N) was about to settle into the plush couch for her Saturday night movie marathon and was looking through for latest movie releases.
“Hey FRIDAY, could you inform Bucky that I’m about to start on movie night please?” (Y/N) asked the AI, her eyes not leaving her tablet.
“Of course, Ms (Y/N)” came its reply.
Little did she know, Bucky was already prepared for movie night. Just short of an hour ago, he has already placed a large fluffy sweater belonging to him on the arm of the couch. He knew that (Y/N) was always forgetting how cold the common room got during the night. And, well, Bucky was getting slightly into seeing (Y/N) wearing his things.
Bucky walked down the stairs and into the common room and was met with the cutest sight he has seen his joining the Avengers - (Y/N) curled up on the couch, drowning in his large sweater, messy hair atop her head, a wide smile adorning her face as she met his eyes.
Not too long after, one morning as (Y/N) left her room to make her way down to the kitchen, she opened her door only to find a pair of huge fluffy bedroom slippers placed neatly outside her door.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but decided her feet was too cold as she slipped into the oversized slippers. She paddled down the steps of the stairs and gave Steve who was sitting on the counter a little wave.
Steve looked over at the girl and noticed she was wearing a sweater 3 sizes too big, her feet adorned with a pair of bedroom slippers another couple sizes larger. More importantly, Steve recognized who those items belonged to- his best buddy, Bucky.
Steve’s accuse sense of hearing picked up on Bucky entering the kitchen before (Y/N) did. He turned over and glanced at his friend, only to see Bucky leaning on the wall, a blissful smile on his lips as he looked over at (Y/N) busy preparing breakfast.
Bucky was caught staring and Steve threw him a knowing smirk, subtlety pointing over at (Y/N) sweater and slippers. Bucky gave his friend a hard glare that screamed, ‘Keep that to yourself!’ and settled himself next to Steve, eyes fleeting over to (Y/N).
Bucky has got to admit it. He was growing increasingly fond of having (Y/N) wear his things, use his things, just generally associating (Y/N) with himself. Besides, the ring, sweater, and bedroom slippers, (Y/N) now own Bucky’s hair ties, flannel shirts, bookmarks and even fluffy socks; all without knowing who the items belonged to.
The super soldier was sitting at the corner of a dimly lit club, celebrating Clint’s birthday. His eyes were trained on (Y/N) who has ventured to the bartender to get them more drinks. His gaze was lightly laced with concern as he swept through the counter to spot for potential danger.
(Y/N) was not 3 minutes into ordering when a muscular brunette placed himself next to her, a little too close for Bucky’s liking. (Y/N) shuffled to her left, making the distance between herself and the man further. He, however, was relentless and shuffled closer and attempted to whisper into her ear.
It was not that the girl could not handle the situation, but before she had the chance to, Bucky has already planted himself next to her, flesh arm snaking around her waist and with a lifted placed her on his lap.
His metal arm was gleaming under the clubs’ lights and seemed all the more threatening to those around him.
“Hey doll, did you manage to grab our drinks yet?” Bucky mumbled to her, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her waist.
(Y/N) was caught off-guard but had a grateful, knowing smile on her face as she replied, “I’m waiting on them, hun.”
(Y/N) knows that with Bucky helping her, she didn’t have to punch the creep in his face before he knows to stop and she didn’t want to spoil Clint’s birthday party.
The man clearly did not know when to stop and glared at Bucky, puffing out his chest in an attempt to seem bigger. Bucky rolled his eyes at the man and rested his chin on the crook of (Y/N)’s neck, a taunting smile on his lips directed at him.
The man, perhaps getting ballsy with liquid courage, was not one to back down. He shifted closer to (Y/N) and attempted to place his hand on her exposed lap.
Bucky reflects kicked in and grabbed the man’s wandering hands twisting it at an awkward angle until he cried out in pain.
With one hand twisting the man’s, Bucky reached his other hand brushed against (Y/N) neck, slipping his fingers under the chain of her necklace. He lifted the necklace out of its confines under the collar of her dress and held it in the man’s face.
“Look here. This is my wife. Stay away or this broken wrist would be the first of many dislocated joints.” Bucky growled, his deep voice low and menacing as he flicked the man’s broken wrist away, lifting (Y/N) up from his lap.
Bucky wrapped his arms around the girl and led her safely out of the crowd. Only as the cool air hit his face, did Bucky’s words dawn on him. The more the words run around his mind, the redder his face got.
“Uh, um, Bucky? How did you know about the ring on my necklace?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft, cheeks tinted pink.
Bucky was at a lost for words and awkwardly rubbed his neck. His demeanor was the complete opposite from was it was in the club.
“Uh, well, um, the ring you have around your neck? It’s… it’s actually mine.” he explained.
“I didn’t know you had it until I saw it around your neck during the workout the other day. It honestly isn’t my intention to seem like a creep, (Y/N), I swear. The sweater? Slippers? Hair ties? Flannel shirts? Socks? Bookmarks? They’re all mine. Oh God, I know I sound like a complete creep but it really isn’t my intention. I promise you! I just, just, really… like you.” Bucky rambled on, his eyes not meeting (Y/N).
Silence enveloped the two after Bucky’s lengthy confession. Hearing no reply to his declaration of love, Bucky started to feel dejected, his feet shuffling lightly against the gravel on the street.
Just as Bucky was about to flag a cab for (Y/N) to send her safely back to the compound and go mope in the comforts of his room, (Y/N) took a small step closer to the man and placed a cold hand on his cheeks.
Lifting his face to meet her eyes, (Y/N) gave Bucky a tiny shy smile and rubbed her fingers lightly across his cheeks.
“Thank you for helping me back out there, Bucky. I…. I really like you too. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” (Y/N) answered.
Her eyes met Bucky’s sparkling ones as a wider smile graced her face.
(Y/N) pulled the man closer to her and landed a soft peck on his lips.
“So, can I keep the ring?” came her soft voice, as Bucky pulled her back to his lips with a quiet mumble of yes.
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