keep calm and drink jasmine tea

Fireflies Spell for Calm Dreams

To ten million fireflies
I’m weird ‘cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
But I’ll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar 


  1. Chamomile tea
  2. Vanilla extract
  3. Honey
  4. Lavender 
  5. Jasmine
  6. Cinnamon 
  7. Small bag/pouch
  8. Yellow candle
  9. “Fireflies” by Owl City (purchase here!


  • Turn on song.
  • Prepare the tea, putting in the honey and vanilla, stirring clockwise. 
  • While tea is cooling down, prepare a dream sachet using the jasmine, cinnamon, and lavender. 
  • Charge your dream sachet with the yellow candle
  • Place dream sachet under pillow. 
  • Drink tea while simmering down from the day. 
  • When your tea is finished, climb into bed and imagine the light from the fireflies filling your mind with calming dreams and thoughts. 
  • Drift off to a calming, peaceful sleep with calm and happy dreams. 
  • Optional: Play song quietly while you are falling asleep.

brighidestone  asked:

If you're still looking, then: Prompt: I like the idea of Derek and Stiles either late at night or early in the morning, with tea and quiet and comfortable. And maybe a cat. About valuing the moment? Either way, have a lovely day.

I raise you two cats!

After spending years of their lives valiantly trying to just make it through the day without getting eviscerated or worse, Derek and Stiles learned just how important it is to live in the moment, to cherish every second.

One of their favorite ways to just focus on the moment was to sit on their front porch in their new home, the renovated Hale House that no longer felt cold with the ghosts of the past. It was full of warmth and light from what the future might hold thanks to their peaceful present.

The entire pack had helped to rebuild the house from the ground up, reconstructing it brick by brick, along with a few others who volunteered to help. Sheriff Stilinski had been the first to volunteer to help with the rebuild, followed by Melissa, Deaton, and even Chris Argent who had been dedicating himself to escaping the shadow of his and his family’s past atrocities.

It had taken a year to finish the house but it was a year well spent as at the end of it the Hale House stood in the middle of the preserve in all its glory. The house was a testament to the perseverance and endurance of the Hale family, a physical place commemorating it.

Derek had decided to extend the previous porch that had existed, explaining that he had spent a summer building it with his father when he was twelve years old. He had turned it into a huge wrap-around porch with an attached gazebo-like structure complete with a porch swing and cushioned chairs.

It had quickly become one of his favorite places in the entire house, others being the grand stone fireplace, the home library, and his and Stiles’ bedroom. He and Stiles liked to spend their mornings sitting in the gazebo, just watching the sun rise through the trees as various songbirds sang an aubade to greet the day.

Stiles would sip his favorite caramel espresso as he sat on the porch swing, the leisurely motion keeping him calm in spite of the caffeine in his drink. Derek, on the other hand, always sipped a cup of jasmine tea, the same kind that his mother used to make him before he left for school.

They were rarely alone when they sat in the gazebo, their cats, Charlie and Smoky, always joining them to sprawl out on the portion of the porch unobstructed by a roof. For hours they would lounge in the sunshine until they decided to meander back inside for some food.

Only occasionally did they actually talk, instead content with just sitting together with their hands joined and their heads on each other’s shoulders. For once, Stiles didn’t need words to fill the silence, the birdsong doing it for him.

Rather than talk, they would luxuriate in each other’s presence, pressing lazy kisses to each other’s cheeks and temples. Besides, they didn’t need to talk when all they needed to say could be said without a word.

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