metal straw

Yerba Mate Me

If you want to watch me climb straight up a wall and cling to the ceiling, give me mate. Argentinians consume so much in a day it’s no wonder the entire city buzzes well into the early morning hours. The first time I drank it I was so wired I had to run up and down the hostel stairs a few times. I banged out an entire workout in my room and had an impromptu, solo dance party. Then I ran back downstairs and talked the ear off my bunk mate who stared at me like I’d gone mad and after 20 min said “I only got ½ of what you’ve been saying” so I ran back upstairs danced some more and then cooked a huge dinner. Wow. Like, who needs drugs? Just drink mate.

“1902 Doll" 

Designer: Robert Piguet (French, born Switzerland, 1901–1953)
Designer: Paulette (French)
Designer: Vedrenne (French)
Designer: Fernand Aubry (French)
Date:1949

Culture: French

Medium: metal, plaster, hair, silk, straw, cotton, feather, wood

Location: The Met

In 1947, in response to the suffering of post-World War II France, an American grassroots campaign organized a large-scale relief package. The following year France, moved by this generosity, organized a gift in kind. As the aide was sent to France housed in boxcars and dubbed the "American Friendship Train” the French created the “Gratitude” or “Merci Train”, a set of 49 boxcars filled with gifts of thanks. Each of the 48 states was to receive a boxcar with the 49th shared between Washington D.C., and the Territory of Hawaii, which had contributed sugar on the Friendship Train. A wide array of items was included in these cars, from handmade children’s toys to priceless works of art.

The Chambre Syndicale de la Couture de Parisienne, who, to raise money for the French people, had two years prior organized the Theatre de la Mode, a group of fashion dolls dressed in clothing from the 1947 couture collections, chose to create a new set of fashion dolls, this time representing the evolution of French fashion rather than the current season. Once again, the Syndicat tapped the most talented and well-known fashion designers, hairstylists, and accessory designers of the time to create these miniature masterpieces.

The unique design of the fashion doll, originally created for Theatre de la Mode and used again for the Gratitude Train was conceived by Eileen Bonabel, the plaster head by the artist Rebull. Each doll measures approximately 24 inches tall, with bodies made entirely of open wire. Human hair was used to fashion the hairstyles. Each designer chose a year between 1715 and 1906 for which to dress his doll. Their varying sources of inspiration included works of art, literature, and historic fashion plates. The Gratitude Train fashion dolls represent a unique moment in the history of couture as they represent not only creative interpretations of historic fashions by the greatest designers of the period, but also are infused with the unparalleled skill, care, and attention to detail that would have been applied in their full-size counterparts.

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This is super sketchy and I don’t plan to clean it up but you see

My friend and I are argentine and paraguayan respectively, thus english is not our mother tongue. When she read the title of Ch. 1 of the fic “The Deal”, “Mate with me”–

She read it aloud as “Mah-teh with me” and I laughed so hard until I cried.

Then I was made to draw this comic about Link drinking mate and Sidon trying it out- which then led us to headcanon that Sidon is the kind of (weakling) who would add sugar to his share of mate. Link would totally drink it bitter doe.  

Mate (mah-teh) is a hot bitter beverage drank in Argentina, Paraguay and Uruguay, this tea is drank from a metal straw and is very tied to indigenous and gaucho folklore here.  

For the record, I drink it bitter like a true macho warrior.

Today I was on a walk in the countryside when all of a sudden I spotted something familiar in the distance…

As I began to get closer and closer it was getting bigger and bigger..

AND THEN I WAS STOOD IN FRONT OF A MASSIVE DALEK MADE OUT OF STRAW AND METAL IN THIS RANDOM FIELD I WAS EXPLORING

WELCOME TO FUCKING BRITAIN EVERYONE!

when barry’s head falls against victor’s shoulder as the two sit next to each other in the flying fox, victor winces. he can’t feel the weight, of course, nor the feel of barry’s soft cheek brushing against him, but it’s the sight of it that has him wincing.

“i’m not soft, you know,” he points out, turning to glance at barry before turning his head, hating the sight of his one red laser shining on the other man’s pale skin.

“mm, soft enough,” barry mumbles, already sounding half-asleep.

“have you eaten anything lately?”

“no.”

“you gotta eat something,” victor says, moving to stand up, but barry whines, grabbing onto his arb to pull him back onto the couch.

“no, stay,” he says. victor sighs.

“clark!” he says simply. it’s just a few moments later that the kryptonian appears with a full pizza pie.

“already ahead of you,” clark says with a smile, placing the box down on the coffee table.

“barry, you have to eat,” victor says, shrugging his shoulder. barry whines again. victor glances up at clark.

“don’t worry, i got this,” clark says, disappearing once more before returning with a milkshake, which he hands to victor, who holds it out for barry to drink.

“barry,” victor whispers, shrugging his shoulder again. barry sighs, wincing, but takes the cup from victor’s metallic hand, bringing the straw up to his mouth and taking a sip, eyes still closed and head still resting on his teammate’s shoulder. victor smiles, glancing back up at clark.

thank you,” he mouths. clark nods, smiling as he glances between the two before disappearing again.

Madame Louison

Woman’s Hat, c. 1910

Plaited straw, metallic lace, silk velvet ribbon, and ostrich and egret feathers

This extravagant summer hat is made from meticulously plaited braids of straw that have been sewn together in a spiral. High quality straw generally came from Italy, although England was also an important supplier of straw for the Paris millinery trade. Here, designer Madam Louison trimmed her hat with ostrich and egret plumes dyed rust-orange, a color echoed in the dyed straw on the underside of the hat.

Degas, Impressionism, and the Paris Millinery Trade

St. Louis Art Museum

My current desk setup. I’ve got my lamp with my mugs of brushes for my art things, my regular notebook, my little habit tracker and my current pencil case. I also have my glass jar with a reusable metal straw, my Wonder Woman and Superman toys which I think I got last year, a peppermint candle, some more plushies and lastly my beautiful typewriter.

anonymous asked:

how can i reduce my plastic that i use?

- buy a water bottle and refill it instead of buying disposable ones
- glass or metal straws
- carry a little knife/fork/spoon set with you
- reusable produce bags
- fabric shopping bags
- buying in bulk (fruit + veg, nuts, seeds etc.)
- keep cup


Just a few :) x

NIGHTMARES

You were working on a case with Sam and Dean for now a week. Every lead you had ended to be a dead end. You were frustrated and tired, never really sleeping, thinking too much about that case. You hated case like that. You knew that it was right in front of you but you just didn’t seem to find it, and it was pissing you off.

You couldn’t take it, you needed to sleep. The three of you needed to sleep.

“Okay, stop. Both of you. We need to rest.”

Dean close the book, and Sam his computer. You went to your bed shared with Dean and immediately fell asleep. When Sam’s head touched the pillow, he drifted off to sleep, too.

Dean? Sam? What are you guys doing here?“

Dean comes to you and kisses you. You back off, shocked.

“What the hell, Dean?”

“What? Why do you push me away? This isn’t supposed to happen this way in my dreams!”

“Your dream? Dude, this is my dream.”

The three of you look at each other.

“Hold on. We all know we’re dreaming and we’re in the same dream? Guys-”

“-This is our case.”

“Shit.”

You start to look around and see houses all around.

“Alright. We gotta focus. In our dreams we’re always the protagonist, like in a story. So if we focus enough on ourselves and on what we want, this should go our way.”

“Yeah well I’m sorry but I’ve never been able to control my dreams!”

“Are you even sure we can do that?”

“Sammy, I thought you were the nerdy one.”

“Shut up, Dean. Alright Y/N. What do we have to do?”

You look around and then stops at a house. You focus on it, suddenly the place changes into the motel the three of you are staying.

“Holy crap. How did you do that?”

“I’ve worked on myself in the past. After all of the things I saw during hunts I wanted to be able to also control my dreams. To never be you know, a victim. Just as right now. Alright. You guys need to focus with me, take this as if we were ghosts. We can’t really touch things. We’ve gotta find a way to make it ‘real’. ”

“What do you mean?”

“If we want to find out how to get out of here, we’ll need to do some research, so we need to focus on being able to touch everything. Then we’ll start searching but, the thing is we’ll find only the things that our brain knows.”

“Crap.”

The three of you focus, you tried several times touching your computer but it didn’t worked. You took a deep breath and then sat, closing your eyes breathing in and out. You lifted your hand and touched the computer.

“Y/N, I never you knew you were this mentally strong.”

You take your computer, still focusing. All you could see on the computer was memories, and the things you knew about legends, creatures etc…

This wasn’t working. You couldn’t reach out to the real world. Not unless if you-

“Son of a bitch I got it.”

“What?”

“What do you guys know about astral projection?”

You look back on your computer and search “Astral Projection”. You knew things about it but you couldn’t make it out.

“Okay so. Astral projection, or astral travel, is a term used in esotericism to describe a willful out-of-body experience,OBE, a supposed form of telepathy, that assumes the existence of a soul or consciousness called an "astral body” that is separate from the physical body and capable of travelling outside of it throughout the universe where it interacts with other astral bodies and is capable of implanting ideas into other people’s minds.

The idea of astral travel is rooted in esotericism and occultism, and was promoted by 19th century Theosophists—philosophers who explored the mystical and preternatural origins of the natural world. It is sometimes reported in association with dreams, and forms of meditation. Some individuals have reported perceptions similar to descriptions of astral projection that were induced through various hallucinogenic and hypnotic means, including self-hypnosis.“

"So you’re telling us, that we need to astral travel? For what?”

“To reach the real world. Whatever we find here, will only be what we know nothing else. If we can astral travel, then we’ll be able to maybe wake ourselves up or even search in the real world. The dreams or nightmares land is a universe. The thing is, with the lack of sleep we had lately, I don’t think we have enough strength to do so…”

“So what do we do now?”

“We can’t astral travel, so for now I think that we should search in what we know, everything about sleeping creatures, nightmare creatures anything related.”

The three of you start searching through your memories, but you couldn’t find anything about sleeping creatures or anything related. You stood up and went to the bed. If your body was resting, your soul wasn’t. And you needed your body and soul to be at its full strength.

“You’re alright?”

“My soul needs to rest if I want to be strong enough to astral travel.”

“Whoa whoa. Who told you you were the one to do so?”

“Dean, as much as I don’t like it either, Y/N is the strongest right now. We control no shit right now. She’s the only one who can do it.”

“Plus, if you guys disturb me while I astral travel, I’ll come back. I need 100% focus”

“Alright.”

You fully fell asleep for an hour. When you woke up, Sam and Dean were standing next to your bed.

“What?”

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You smile at them and sit on the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Full of energy. It’s been a while I didn’t slept this deep. Literally.”

“So, what’s next?”

“I’m going to focus. And one of you will have to hypnotize me.”

“What? How the hell do we do that?”

“Not too hard, you’ll just make me focus on something and I’ll do the rest.”

“Focus on what?”

“I don’t know. What do we have here?”

Suddenly, Dean started to bleed on his side.

“What the fuck?!”

“Crap! Someone’s trying to kill you. We’ve gotta hurry.”

You lay back down on the bed, you close your eyes and focus without the help of Sam and Dean. You didn’t had time. Someone was in your motel trying to kill the three of you in your sleep.

“Do you think she’ll make it?”

“She’s strong, Dean. And I’m serious. She’s had such a mentally strength. If she would’ve told me just like this, I wouldn’t believe her. She’ll be fine. The only thing that we have to do is making sure she’s focusing.”

Dean nods at his brother, worry spread all over his body.

After a minute, you felt like flying. When you open your eyes, you were in your motel room. You saw Sam, Dean and you asleep, and you saw someone coming at Dean again. You take a chair and knock it out.

You go to your computer and search all the thing you could about sleeping creatures. You search through the nightmares creatures.

“11 Mythical Sleep Creatures All Around The World”

“Batibat:

The native Filipino language Tagalog has a word for supernatural sleep death: Bangungut, which literally translates as “to rise and moan during sleep.” Filipino folklore says tree-dwelling malevolent Batibat spirits are its cause. The creatures, which look like ugly, obese women, infest houses when their trees are used as construction materials. The enormous hags wait until the homeowners are asleep, and then sit on victims chest and face to push their life force out.”

“No, not this once. Damn it come on.”

“Dab Tsog:

This cuddly bag of terror is the great granddaddy of Freddy Krueger. The Dab Tsog is part of the folklore of the Hmong, an Asian tribal people whose sleep deaths upon arriving in America inspired Freddy. Like theBatibat, the Dab Tsog kill through smothering sleeping victims. Survivors of encounters with the Dab Tsogcompared it to a furry American stuffed animal, only with prominent claws and teeth.”

“Baku:

Made up of the leftover pieces from the creation of the world, Japanese dream creature Baku is a piecemeal beast with a bear’s body, an elephant’s trunk and an ox’s tail. It feeds on dreams, and Japanese children will call to it upon waking from a nightmare. The nightmare removal can come at a price: a hungry Bakusometimes eats the hopes and motivation of the dreamer along with the dream.”

“Lidérc:

This Hungarian gender-shifting bloodsucker starts from a tiny egg and grows to be a bizarre lover-tormentor. Similar to its Asian dream cousins, it exerts pressure on victims, but its embrace is associated with sex and lust as much terror. It latches onto its victims, sucking blood and strength; the Hungarian word for nightmare, lidércnyomás, is taken from its exertion. While the Lidérc sometimes seeks to destroy its hosts, it sometimes becomes fond of its victims and tries to enrich them with hoarded gold. It can be warded off through trickery; convince it to attempt an impossible task and they will be at it forever. ”

“Mare:

No, not the horse. Mara, the word from which nightmare is derived, was an Anglo-Saxon and Old Norse word for a demon that planted itself on sleepers’ chests, causing unpleasant dreams and sometimes death. Usually female, the mare is associated with the incubus and succubus, demons who have sex with women and men while they sleep. ”

“Okay that’s just fucked up.”

“Alp:

This German nightmare creature is related to the mare, but is usually male. The name is variation on elf, from the so-called “old high” German that predated the current language. While its preferred tipple is breast milk, the Alp will suck blood from nipples on men and children. They can be defeated through such rituals as pointing shoes towards the bed and hiding old pieces of metal in the straw where you sleep.”

“The Hag:

If someone from Louisiana tells you they spent the night witch riding, they had a bad night. The night hag, a hideous old woman who spreads nightmares across the world, visited them. She’s traveled to Britain, Newfoundland and the south Pacific, riding sleepers’ chests and crushing out their breath. Associated with sleep paralysis, the hag is followed by bad smells and strange shadows.”

“The Jinn:

In Turkey, unwanted paranormal nighttime visits are called Karabasan. A demonic jinn enters a victim’s room and holds them still before strangling them. They will retreat upon hearing prayers to Allah or readings from the Koran. If a jinn visits, make a note if the jinn wears a hat. If you are clever and brave enough to steal the headwear, the jinn, also known as a genie, will be your slave.”

“Nocnitsa:

If you see a knife in a cradle, a mother is trying to keep the Nocnitsa from visiting her child in the night. She is made from shadows, speaks in a screech and smells like the forest in which she lives. A Russian and Slavic variation of the Sleep Hag, the nightmare monster will sit on victims’ chests but has also been known to spread out on a sleeper’s back and tightly grip the chest.”

“Pesanta:

The Night Hag cuts across cultural lines. While the form is elastic, it usually retains certain characteristics, like its female gender and humanlike form. For the natives of Spain’s Catalonia, the night hag isn’t human, but an enormous dog or cat. Despite its four legs and animal hair, it smothers sleepers like its human counterparts. Along with its bestial nature, it has like steel paws with holes, so it can touch but cannot take objects from the waking world.”

“The Domovoi:

Latvian folk stories tell of Lietuvēns, a ghost of hanged or drowned person that kills with a Night Hag-like pressure death and can be defeated if a sleeper is able to move a toe on their left foot. Latvian stories also offer a more playful, less lethal otherworldly sleeping companion. The Domovoi is a house spirit that watches over occupants as they sleep, occasionally giving families the odd pinch. Usually harmless, it will leave painful bruises if it wants you out of the house.”

“The Trauco:

According to the legends of the Chilean island Chiloé, women young and old find this sporty little gentleman irresistible. Whether asleep or awake, no woman can fend off his advances. Despite his charms, Trauco’s wife is the notoriously ugly and cruel Fiura. When a woman becomes pregnant on Chiloé under unexplained circumstances, Trauco is the default father, no doubt the annoyance of Fiura. Many face her wrath.”

None of it was what you were dealing with. You sigh and searched for something else. You needed to hurry before the thing wakes up and tried to kill you. You were remembering a story that your mom used to tell you but you couldn’t make it out to the English name of it. Instead you just typed it in French “Marchand de sable (folklore)”

You searched through the page quickly, needing to find something real quick.

“In the Grec Mythology Morpheus-”

“Of course!”

That’s all you needed to read. You were dealing with a God. Again.

You were about to search further when you suddenly woke up in the bed, with Sam and Dean next to you.

“What happened?”

“Nothing why?”

“Because I didn’t finished! I must have used all my strength. But we don’t have any more time. We need to hurry. I need to go back now. I don’t have time to deeply sleep for an hour once again.”

“Damn it.”

“What do you know so far?”

“We’re dealing with a God. Morpheus. Well, at least that’s what I think. I didn’t have time to search further…”

“It’s fine, we’ll see if we know anything about him.”

You nod and go to your computer. You take a deep breath and see what you can find on Morpheus. After an hour or so, you didn’t find anything. The thing that hurt Dean didn’t make any sign again. So you decided to astral travel again.

“Okay if I’m not back in one hour, wake me up, whatever you have to do, wake me up.”

They nod. Within a minute you were back in the motel. You looked around and saw the thing still on the floor. You decide to knock it out again with something heavier.

“Alright, what’s up Morpheus.”

“Morpheus (mythology):

God of dreams and sleep.

Morpheus has the ability to mimic any human form and to appear in dreams. His true semblance is that of a winged daemon.

Morpheus was the God of Dreams, the one with the amazing ability to appear in dreams of mortals in any form. As his name implies - the Greek word "Morphe” means “form” - he was the one who shaped and formed the dreams.

Morpheus was the God responsible for the dreams of people. When in the arms of Morpheus, people would enjoy a sound sleep, but would also dream about their future or even coming events. Morpheus was the dream messenger of Gods, communicating the divine messages through images and stories, created as dreams.

Being the master of dreams, Morpheus had the ability to send images to the visions of people, to shape these images and give a form to the creatures that lived in dreams. Morpheus himself had a talent in mimicking any human in the dreams and was able to take any form he wanted.

Family tree of Morpheus:

Father: Hypnos, God of Sleep. Descendant of Erebus and Nyx.

Mother: Pasithea - Goddess of relaxation and rest. Descendant of Hera and Dionyssus.

Uncle: Thanatos - God of Death.

Brothers:

Phobetor: He was the one who created the scary dreams. He was the personification of nightmare, taking the form of huge and scary animals.“

"Here it is. So how do we kill you?”

“You can’t kill me.”

You turn around and see Phobetor in front of you.

“Crap.”

He touches your body and suddenly you were fully awake but not Sam and Dean.

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“Where is she?!”

“I have no idea!”

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You were tied up to a chair. Phobetor was in front of you, smirking.

“What do you want?”

“I want to have fun!! So, what do you think we start with your friends, huh?”

“No!! Leave them alone!!”

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“Dean, please tell me it’s not a clown outside.”

Dean looks outside and sees three clowns.

“It’s not one, it’s three. Something’s going on.”

“No you think?”

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Suddenly, Dean finds himself in a plane. A plane that was crashing down.

“Crap! Crap! Y/N! Hurry up!!”

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You were trying to find a way to cut your ties but you couldn’t. You didn’t had time to figure out how to kill him but you knew how to summon a God. Or at least you hoped it would work.

“Morpheus, if you hear me, please, help me and my friend. Your brother Phobetor is going to kill my friends, just like he killed ten other people in their sleep. I need your help, please.”

You hoped you believed, you trusted, you prayed, you did everything you had to call out for Morpheus. After a second of two, another man was standing next to you.

“Morpheus? Brother, what are you doing here?”

“I came here to stop you, Phobetor.”

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“Dean? Y/N?! Crap!!”

Five clowns were now in the motel room. Sam was trying to focus to be able to take his gun but he couldn’t.

“Damn it!”

The clowns were getting closer and closer to Sam.

Dean still was in the plane, who was crashing, slowly crashing.

“Y/N, you gotta hurry!! Son of a bitch!”

He closed his eyes tight and prayed as hard as he could, he prayed to the only person he knew who could save him, you.

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You were on the ground. Morpheus and Phobetor fought, which made the whole room upside down. After a moment, Morpheus finally killed his brother. You came to you and untied you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“I am sorry for what my brother did.”

Morpheus went to Sam and Dean, he touched their forehead, they both woke up.

“How did you knew praying to me would work?”

“I didn’t. But I needed to believe it. For them. I’m sorry you had to kill your brother…”

“Do not worry about this. Worry about yourself. You have a bright future ahead of you, you’re one special soul. Way stronger than you think. After all, you resisted to a God. Not many can say that.”

You smile and nod.

“Well, Morpheus, do not take offense, but I hope to never see you again.”

“If you do, you’ll never know.”

With that, he was gone. You looked at Sam and Dean and smiled.

“What the hell happened? And did you just talked to the God Morpheus?”

You explain them everything and they tell you their nightmares…

“Y/N, you need to teach us how to take control like you did.”

“Yeah, that was one of the most bad ass move you’ve ever done.”

“But we’ve gotta talk about what Morpheus said. About your future and your soul.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Morpheus is a good God.”

Sam stands up and looks at you and Dean.

“With all of this, I’m starving. I’ll pick up some food and beer. I think we deserve it.”

You nod at him. Sam leaves the motel, leaving you and Dean alone.

“Dean? What was that about in your dream? When you kissed me. You said that in the last dream I didn’t push you away.”

Dean sighs and looks away. You stand up and sits on his lap, his arms immediately find their way to your hips. He looks at you with those deep green eyes.

“Why you never told me?”

“Told you what? That I had feelings for you? For you to push me away the way you did?”

“Dean… I didn’t know what was happening, alright? I knew something was off with this dream.”

“And you were right. But… I mean… I’m so out of your league…”

“Me? Out of your league? Damn it, boy, the crash of that plan must have really hurt your brain! You, you are the one out of my league. I never thought that I was enough for you to think of me this way.”

“Y/N, you would make any man crazy in this world. You even had a God at your feet today. You’re smart, beautiful, crazy, funny, strong and fierce.”

You look at him and smile. You saw in his eyes he didn’t believe you when you were telling him that you shared his feelings, so you did the only thing that crossed your mind. You kissed him.

Since that day, things changed, you two started to date, but this wasn’t different. This was normal, well at least your normal. And the rest? Well, the rest is history!

Ban the use of plastic straws and keep sea turtles safe

Sea turtles are endangered and are in need of help in order to recover their populations. Plastic pollution is taking a serious toll on their numbers as well as the numbers of other ocean animals. Straws are particularly dangerous because they can be easily ingested, become entangled and even become lodged in sea turtles. When they break down, straws become tiny pieces floating in the ocean. These pieces are then swallowed by sea turtles where they fill up the stomach and cause the turtle to starve to death.
There are better alternatives to plastic straws. Paper straws made from bamboo, glass straws, and metal straws are all safer replacements for plastic straws. These are easily recycled and biodegradable. Banning plastic straws would help to save sea turtles and would cut down on the amount of waste filling our oceans.

Feliz día del Mate!

Today we celebrate the most traditional of Argentina’s beverages: the Mate (pronounced mah-teh)! 

Fun fact: the mate was declared Argentina’s national infusion in 2010!

This infusion is made with dried leaves of yerba mate and hot water (just before the boling point). It’s very rich in caffeine, so it’s the go-to drink for students pulling all nighters while cramming for finals.

One of the particular stuff about it is that we don’t drink it like any other tea, we have special “tools” for it: the bombilla -a metal straw- and the mate -a sort of cup that is usually made out of the very funnily named porongo (calabash), but there are many different variants.

More fun facts:

-It’s usually drunk in groups. One person will pour the water and take care of it for the entire round. If you say “thank you” after receiving it that means you don’t want more, so be careful! Here, politeness doesn’t pay lol.

-You can also drink it cold, using juice instead of water. Then it’s called a Tereré.

-Mate is drunk not only in South America but also in Syria and Lebanon! The Druze immigrants adopted it here, and brough it back with them, making it a tradition of their own :D