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🍯 Honey Varieties 🍯

A short list of honey varieties in case you want to experiment with your recipes. Some have herbal remedy hints, and pairing ideas.

Acacia :Very popular with a mild flavor. The color is usually light yellow, but can range to brown or purple. Goes well with toast or tea. Medicinally, it is used to calm anxiety or help sleep.

Avacado :A warm, dark brown honey that is excellent for recipes that call for brown sugar. It doesnt actually taste like avocados, but mollasses or burned sugar.

Blueberry :Medium amber color with a medium aroma, blueberry honey tastes slightly buttery, with toasted almonds. Great for fruit pastries, it’s usually not difficult to find this variety.

Buckwheat :Dark brown, with a strong, distinct flavor of mollasses. A staple in southern BBQ recipes or other meats. Also used for coughs and sore throats.

Chesnut :This honey is usually too strong for recipes. It is very dark, with a slightly pungent smell and sweet, almost musty taste. It’s quite unpopular, so it isn’t easy to find.

Clover :Very common, known as “table honey”, clover honey is a light, sweet honey that can be used universally.

Cranberry :Medium-red colored and fruity, it tastes like figs or dates. Use cranberry honey for fall fruit dishes.

Eucalptus :Suprisingly, eucalptus honey tastes sweet, with notes of rose petals. It smells strong, almost smokey, and is very dark in color. Goes well with meats or potatoes.

Forest :Also known as Honeydew honey, it is produced by aphid excretion from trees in the area, such as pine. It tastes woody and sweet, and pairs with just about anything.

Hawthorn :Hawthorn honey has a natural calming effect, so it’s usually stirred into chamomile tea. The flavor is strong so it doesnt take too much to sweeten.

Lavender :Ranging from bright to dark colors, the smell is intense just like the flowers. However one spoonful can help with seasonal allergies, and it’s a good source of calcium.

Mountain :Bees collect pollen from wild herbs and flowers in non-polluted mountain areas so the flavor and color can vary. Excellent for coughs and flu.

Orange Blossom :Light yellow with a mild floral smell, it is readily avalable in early spring when orange trees bloom. It has a sour citrus flavor, so it is best used in citrus recipes.

Rasberry :Rasberry honey is slightly bitter, but still tastes like brown sugar or toffee. It smells almost woodsy, and pairs well with fruits or especially coffee.

Sage :Sage honey tastes sweet with hints of rose petals. The color can be light yellow to purple, and it smells mildly floral. It also has a light violet aftertaste. It has so much body it is one of my favorites!

Sourwood :Slightly rare, it’s only available in June or July before its all bought up. It tastes a bit like cloves or nutmeg and smells like cinnamon.

Sunflower :As yellow as it’s petals and smells just as exceptional. It can crystallize easily, if that happens just heat up the jar in some hot water. It can help with sinus problems and allergies.

Tulip Poplar :Tulip Polar honey can be used for almost any dish. It is dark orange, and smells like cooked fruits. It tastes buttery like toffee and a bit like caramel.

Tupelo :Comes from the ogeechee tree in Florida and Georgia. It is slightly rare, and doesn’t crystalize easily. Tastes light buttery and sweet, use with vegetable or chicken recipes.

“Do not allow words, beliefs or life challenges to pollute the non-dual space of your inner sanctuary. Remain the sacred space of presence in this ‘Now’ moment.”  -Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

Anchor yourself to your true, divine center; confirm this higher truth within your supreme being.


So a few days ago I answered a prompt and wrote this
Some people asked for a continuation, and since I am a woman of the people, I obliged! (Edited by the wonderful @alittlemissfit)

The music playing in the mansion was so loud Scully could hear it outside. Rolling her eyes she inwardly groans, starts fantasizing about a vanilla scented bubble bath and a glass of wine.
Mulder comes up behind her and holds out his elbow with a smile. Blushing she promptly takes his arm.

The one positive of tonight was that he was attending the New Years party with her. When he’d picked her up at her apartment she nearly did a double take. Mulder looked handsome on a bad day, but he could clean up nice if prompted to. He was wearing tight jeans, a white button down shirt, a black suit coat and no over the top tie. He looked like he’d just stepped out of a GQ ad, and as pleased as she was he was her date tonight Scully was struggling to keep less appropriate thoughts out of her mind.

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The Little Mermaid: The Movies

Since I am a huge fan of the tale and have seen so many versions of it shown theatrically, I thought I might share some thoughts on these select movie versions of Hans Christian Andersen’s masterful tale of The Little Mermaid. Keep in mind, these are just personal opinions of a crazy fan of the original tale. *List goes from left to right beginning at the top right corner of the pictures. Click on the title to see the film/see the film’s trailer. 

1. Malá Morská Víla (1976) ★★★★★
Probably my most favorite of the film adaptions, this Czech release closely follows Andersen’s tale while also adding a few very enjoyable twists. With beautiful music, lovely scenery, and a good dosage of humor, this movie is incredible and always brings me to tears in the end. My only complaint is the lack of fins on the mer-characters.

2. The Little Mermaid (1975) ★★★★★
This is one of the best cartoon adaption of the story there is! This sweet 1.5 hour anime cartoon is both well done and charming, with lovely music, fun animation, and a great following of the original tale. I give this film five stars not only because it brings tears at the end, but because it does so well with character development and has great additions to an already great story.

3.  Saban’s Adventures of The Little Mermaid (1991) ★★★  
The first episode of this TV series is based on Anderson’s original tale, but if that was the only episode there was, this cartoon would get much less in the stars department. The original tale is done tastefully and with great adventure, but the series itself is where the magic continues. I love the mermaid, Marina, and though her prince Justin is a bit of a fail sometimes, this really is a great series. I’d recommend it to anyone.

4.  Disney’s The Little Mermaid (1989) ★★★½
People are probably going to hate me for only giving this flick three and a half stars, but hear me out! I fell in love with this movie’s soundtrack before the movie itself and once seeing the movie, I held onto $20 for two years before it was rereleased and I could buy it. Why only three and a half stars then, you ask? Probably because the magic wore off. I still love this movie and enjoy watching it (oh the music!!!), but I think what bothers me most is how far it is removed from the original tale. Also, some of the characters get a bit annoying after a while (I can hardly stand to watch the Les Poissons portion anymore).  All-in-all though, this is a great movie, I just have found other film adaptions that are better.

5.  Shelly Duvall’s Faiere Tale Theatre: The Little Mermaid (1987) ★★★
Oh where to start? As lighthearted as the rest of her Fairie Tale theater stories, Shelly Duvall’s Little Mermaid is no different. Lighthearted with a few jokes only parents would understand, this is an enjoyable retelling with some very memorable parts (oh, the piano room scene!), but overall, it draws a little too far from the original tale for it to reach too far in the star category.

6.  Shirley Temple’s Storybook: The Little Mermaid (1961) ★★★
What can I say? This film version is adorable! Well done for 1961, this film takes almost a theatrical play sort of format as is the case in all of Shirley Temple’s Storybook movies. Though I am not a fan of her look in this film, I can’t help but adore the adorable mermaid Shirley portrays. Not all of the acting in this film is great, but I do enjoy a good mermaid film and this is one. Definitely worth a see!

7.  Rusalochka (1976) ★★★★★
I love this film! Though it is very removed from the original tale, it is so different to the point of a masterpiece!  The film twists are fantastic, the music is fun, the fashion is breathtaking, and goodness! Got to love all of the plot twists. A warning for young audiences, however, as there is very brief nudity during the mermaid transformation scene.

8.  Reader’s Digest’s The Little Mermaid (1975) ★★★★★
The mermaid is cute, the music is fun, and this follows the original story almost flawlessly. If you’re looking for a narrated film version with very few flaws, check this version out!

9.  Rusalochka (1968) ★★★★
This film was very well done and quite haunting. I think part of it has to do with the dark colors and fluid character design. Though not easily found in English, I give this film four stars for its closeness to the original tale and its haunting qualities.

10. HBO Family: The Little Mermaid (1997)
I was not a huge fan of this re-telling of the tale. I think part of it had to do with their twists to the original tale, but I think most of all, I just did not like the mermaid’s tail design. It was a creative twist, but it was distracting.

11. Magical Memories: The Little Mermaid (2011) ★★
This movie was well done with some cute humor, but it just wasn’t one of my most favorite, or one of the most memorable film retellings of this amazing original story.

12. The Little Mermaid (2007)
Heavily anchored with a non-discreet “don’t pollute” under message and an irritating song, I’ll have to say this version is only good if you want some quick entertainment for a few laughs.  

13. Hans Christian Andersen: My Life as a Fairytale (2001) ★★★★
Though this movie isn’t entirely the Little Mermaid (thus the 4 stars), it is amazing!! Though not all of the acting is great, the story, and the mermaid portion itself is so well done and so masterfully woven into the overall plot. I would definitely recommend this movie.

14. Golden Films: The Little Mermaid (2002) ★★
This version is hilarious. Though it’s not my most favorite version, it is one of the best low-budget options and totally worth a view… or more!  

15. Starlight Video: The Little Mermaid (2005) ★½
I’ve only watched this version once, and it was not one of my most favorites. Definitely not as bad as the 2007 cartoon release, but just not that memorable. 

anonymous asked:

Ruia what're your thoughts on learning Sanskrit. I'm taking lessons/it's a hobby but when I read about some awful Hindutva or savarna waffle, I really feel like throwing all this Brahmincal stuff in the trash. Thoughts?

this is sooo true! on one hand what a horrendous reminder of how even a language and its prestige is tied to the brutal subjugation of so many people and continues to be brandished as a weapon to legitimatize the hindutva state. but you know what, i think of dalit women writers like kumud pawde and dr. kaushal panwar who fought those brahmanical barriers to become scholars of sanskrit, and were always conscious of why they chose to study a language associated with the very essence of brahmanical patriarchy!

you should learn it, especially if you’re one of the people who brahmanism and it’s flagbearers have barred from learning sanskrit. low-caste people, women , non-hindus should “pollute” the academic spaces associated with it as much as they can and ultimately democratize sanskrit! we need to kick upper-caste hindu men and white orientalists out tbh 😤

Food crisis coping: tips from someone with o-c

Alright, I’ve already gotten some interest, so:

Top note: this is not advice for how to avoid polluted food or how to make food not polluted. I am not the right person for that. This is very specifically for the situation where you know you will have to eat potentially polluted food (you live somewhere with very poor food labeling, you won’t be able to afford certified non-polluted food, you live in a low-priority district and your government is routing non-polluted food elsewhere, etc). 

Also, this is crisis advice. This is not in any way what I would recommend to people trying to increase their pollution tolerance or anything. (The time for that would have been before Allocator Savo was this much of a fucking idiot, if that was in fact the problem). This is not some magic recipe that will make this not an awful experience. This is crisis survival.

Finally, this is geared at people who aren’t in ‘I have already eaten polluted food’ right now. If you are, you could try to handle that first, and then go through this plan. You might also still be able to draw on elements of this plan to help yourself, though not all of them will work the same. 

1, this is not permanent: A common panic-inducing element can be that the awful feeling you anticipate experiencing will last forever. So, remember that this is not permanent. Voa is no doubt taking steps to secure their supply chain now. It might take some time, but it will happen. Food is a resource that is consumed and renewed. Whatever food is polluted now will cycle out of consumption and be replaced by new food. It might take months or seasons but it will happen. This is not forever. This is for a span of time that will end

2, take an effort to think consciously: This is going to come up repeatedly so I’m laying it out now. Your default response is going to be to live in the moment, react to your feelings in the moment, etc. Going with only that will make things worse. Thinking and planning will help. Pull back and do it.

3, pin down your ‘worstness’ endpoint: if left to it’s own devices, your brain is likely to go into ‘and then this awful thing will happen, and then this other awful thing will happen, and then EVERYTHING WILL BE HORRIBLE FOREVER’. You want to interrupt and preempt this. Make yourself think this through. You have to eat polluted food for ___ amount of time. What is going to happen. (I don’t mean with getting sick, that is also not my area. I mean, with your sense of pollution.) At the point at which the food will be completely fine again, what ‘but this is still polluted!’ feelings do you expect.

4, use that make a plan for pre, during, and post: example: ‘even once there is clean food, I will feel that my body and belongings are polluted. I have not yet eaten polluted food/I have dealt with that. I will now take belongings I don’t expect to need during this time, especially ones that cannot be cleaned, and put them somewhere where I will have no contact with them during this period. Once there is clean food, I will wait __ amount of time (some people use the numbers on how long it takes for about all your skin cells to replace themselves, but this will be very individual, including people who don’t feel the need to wait at all). Then I will decontaminate myself, decontaminate my living space, decontaminate and throw out belongings, and so on.’

5, set up transition help for your brain: the hardest part is going to be the transition back to feeling clean, and trying to assure yourself that it will work. Help your brain as much as you can. Repeat your decontamination plan to yourself. Set up additional brain-aids - somehow mark things you will feel are contaminated and remove the mark when transitioning out. Find a future-decontamination friend to do it together with and reassure each other.

6, when it’s time to eat polluted food: there are two main classes of approaches to this - gradual and all-in. In gradual you will take a small piece of food, eat it, then give yourself time to adjust before eating the next. In all-in you just eat a bunch at once. Can be compared to wading vs jumping into a cold pool. Very person dependent, see what might work best for you. Some people may find it helpful to get hungry and then do the all-in approach. However, unless you have very good reason to believe you will have clean food if you just wait a little, do not starve yourself. Starvation takes a major toll on your brain and fast. It will not help, it’ll just make you less able to handle things when you do them. 

7, living through: remember - you are living through a crisis that you are managing. You have a plan. You are going to have a miserable span of time, but you can make it through. People get through these kinds of things. You just have to make it through this span of time, and then it will be over, and you have a plan for the end. You will make it through.

testblogdontupvote  asked:

How transitive is pollution in Amenta? Like, if a non-red #1 touches a red or a polluted item, then grabs a non-polluted pencil, passes it to a non-red #2, then non-red #2 grabs a pen and passes it to a non-red #3... - do they all become polluted ad infinitum? Can you pollute the entire town with one polluted pencil this way? Also, can a non-red become permanently polluted if they interact with pollution enough (especially eating polluted food, since it becomes part of them)?

It is neither infinitely nor indefinitely polluting or they would have a serious problem with pigeons landing in red districts, the history of sewage treatment, etc.,  but it’s still a pretty big deal.  Philosophies between point-of-contact and whole-object pollution vary; in practice there’s a compromise of sorts so you don’t have to freak out about red districts failing to levitate.  It is lowkey understood that pollution can sort of wear off over time under natural conditions (if a red picks up a rock and puts it down in the woods, the rock is not still polluted five years later; if a body rots completely, even the bones, so you can’t tell there was ever a body there, you’re good; etc.) - red pollution is ingrained on a different level than the standard variety and they sort of constantly renew it in almost the way natural processes gradually deescalate it.
Chilean architect Alejandro Aravena wins 2016 Pritzker prize
Social housing visionary, who engaged residents in designing their own homes, urges architects to address issues of poverty, pollution and segregation
By Oliver Wainwright

And also THIS GUY!

Further to my architectural post yesterday, this guy is kind of the living embodiment of SolarPunk philosophy in the built environment. Sure - he’s not as pretty as Ole Scheeren, but I think he is practicing the exact kind of design that I am celebrating in my novel. A visionary, with a vision of a better future. 

Bravo! and Bravo! again to the Pritzker for recognising such a young, and interesting kind of architect. It says that they are taking the challenges of this century seriously.

From the man himself:

“One of the biggest mistakes that architects make is that they tend to deal with problems that only interest other architects. The biggest challenge is to engage with the important non-architectural issues – poverty, pollution, congestion, segregation – and apply our specific knowledge. It’s not enough to raise awareness. I want people to leave with more tools. We must share the challenges so we are aware of the coming battles.”

Night Drive

((A/N: First of all sorry for all the Jimmy Eat World song titles. Got another request done! I should have more done tomorrow while I wait for my cat to get fixed (erg) so I’ll get a few holiday/cold themed ones in that have been requested. Prompt for this was cute and I decided to do a younger version of Dean. Teen Dean seems like he’d be a sweetie.

PromptDean takes the reader for a drive, just cause (or so reader thinks). They end up spending the night with Baby, under the stars in a romantic field

Pairing: 18!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1550 ))

You’d known Dean a while now. Years. Since you were a kid. He’d always been the bad boy you were too afraid to ask out but it hadn’t stopped him from being a friend. You’d just assumed you weren’t his type. Made sense, right? You were just teenagers. Eighteen. Almost not a teenager, you insisted, though both John and Bobby said otherwise.

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Thank turds I am almost out of you. I am so close to moving to the serene solace and awe-inspiring beauty that is Portland Oregon, that I can almost feel the non-polluted air. I can smell the “not feeling like I’m breathing into a towel” humidity. I can see the endless crowds of people who are not dumb idiotic assholes. And best of all, Florida, I can feel your terrible toxic environment and influence being flushed away by the strong allure of the next chapter of my life. I am ready to live. I am ready to see what life awaits me. However, not with you Florida, you fucking nasty piece of shit.

Curiosity is Best Served With a Cup of Hot Chocolate

(Inspired by this imagine. I hope that you like it! P.S. I couldn’t think of a title. xx)

You sighed in content as you settled onto the aged wooden park bench that was sat on the edge of a park that still contained grass that was green and thriving even though autumn had set in. The fall foliage that fell in colors of gold and auburn scattered it, gently being tossed every which way by the soft breeze that barely chilled. As of now, the air in Kansas was still warm, not at all sultry like it usually was, but now cold enough that you could be comfortable wearing one of Dean’s leather jackets over your t-shirts. Looking over to where he was, you saw him getting hot chocolate for the both of you at the stand that was still open to eager couples in the early evening. When he caught your eyes with his beautiful green ones, he gave you the grin that never failed to make you smile as well. Turning around again, you felt a thrill go through you as you were reminded of what you had found the other day.

Misplacing your gun was a habit of yours, and you had been frantically searching for it while Dean teased you in the background and had that same loving grin on while watching you. He was laughing when you had playfully yelled at him that he should be helping you, and had called back saying that he would be looking around the library as you searched his room. After looking under his pillows and bed and the trunk at the end of it, you had let out a breath of defeat before going over to his nightstand. You had opened the drawer enough so that you could stick your hand in, searching for the cool metal of your gun; instead, you had been surprised to feel the sensation of velvet against your fingers. Curiosity was something that always managed to get the best of you one way or another, and you had grasped the box and pulled it out. Heart beating rapidly inside of your chest in both excitement and denial, you had pinched the lid and opened it and a loud gasp that you couldn’t be bothered to hold back had escaped your mouth.

Dean had then walked into the room and you had thrown the box back inside of the drawer, ducking down like you were still looking under the bed. Even though you had tried to act normal in front of him, the image of the simple yet beautiful diamond-adorned gold band always managed to become prominent in your mind. You would catch yourself looking at your fourth finger on your left hand, imagining the weight of the ring on it and smiling to yourself. A certain giddiness would always fill you up, and you knew that Dean knew something was up. Whenever he would see you grinning like an idiot and ask what you were thinking about, you would just respond with something along the lines of “Mm, nothing in particular” before returning to what you were doing. You were always racked with certain questions, though, like how long he had had the ring or when he was actually planning on proposing. Needless to say, the suspense was practically eating you up inside.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a paper cup being put in front of your face and Dean stealing a kiss off of your cheek from behind you. When you accepted the drink from him and turned your head so that your lips would meet his for a short moment, he walked to the front of the bench so that he could take a seat next to you. He threw one arm around your shoulder and you scooted closer to him before leaning into his body, sipping your hot chocolate slowly so that you wouldn’t burn your tongue and enjoying the sweet taste.

“So, how’s this for a night off?” Dean asked, gaze warm as it connected with yours. “The non-polluted Kansas air, and the fact that there are actually places with no trash floating around.”

“Definitely way better than all of those big cities we’ve been hunting in lately,” you told him, snuggling even more into the heat that his body was giving off. “I like these small towns a lot more.”

“I do, too,” he agreed, taking a long drink of his hot chocolate before continuing. “You know that I’m even close to the guy that likes two-story twenty-year old houses, but I feel like that if we lived here, we would sure as Hell enjoy it.”

It was like he was reading your mind, delving into the thoughts that you had been having ever since you had found the ring. You reminded yourself to keep your breathing steady as you nodded, making sure that you wouldn’t accidentally out your discovery with a hasty stumble of your tongue.

“We could do without the white-picket fence surrounding it, though,” you teased, smiling as Dean brushed a lock of your hair that had fallen on your face due to the autumn wind. “But I already know that we would definitely love it, a place to call home without needing to worry about packing up our things the next day for a case.”

Your words sounded so yearning and familiar to Dean, making him look up at the darkening sky in thought. You always used the same tone when you told him that you weren’t thinking about anything important whenever he caught you staring off into space or at your left hand. He shifted so that he could see you better, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“You’ve been thinking about our future a lot, haven’t you?” he inquired, eyes holding a smirk.

You shrugged, trying not to look triggered by what he asked. “It is something that needs to be thought about, especially in the lives that we live.”

“But I’ve been catching you spacing out a lot lately with this big smile on your face,” he explained, and your heart started to hammer. “A lot more than usual, I mean.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, making him laugh as you hit him lightly on the arm.

“So what have you really been wanting to talk about?” he questioned, and you were close to squirming. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“You’re being delusional, Winchester,” you told him. You were grinning, but you could tell that it was faltering as you tried to keep your cool. Dean saw this, and you saw curiosity flit across his face, and then something conflicted and unknown, before his expression settled on one that was absolutely warm and tender.

“…You found it, didn’t you?” he asked you softly, and you moved away from him the tiniest bit, knowing he could see the red flush on your cheeks even in the fading light.

“Maybe,” you whispered after several moments of silence passed, avoiding his eyes by staring at the ground.

“I knew it!” he exclaimed, chuckling when he saw that you were still looking down. “Y/N, look up.”

You slowly did what he told you to do, and you were surprised to see that a bright smile was plastered on his face. It was the first thing that your eyes were drawn to, but then they gravitated down a little to see that he was holding the velvet box that you had discovered just a week or so ago. It was open so that the dim light bounced off of it, and you swore that it looked even more stunning than the first time that you had seen it. Tears started up in your eyes, and you put down your hot chocolate so that you could put both of your hands over your mouth as they started to fall.

“Y/N,” he started in the most loving tone that you had ever heard in your life. You almost lost it right then and there, but stuck with a silent nod. “You’ve been putting up with me for a few years now, more than anybody’s ever been willing to stick around for, and now that I know you’re thinking about our future, I want you to know that I’m doing the exact same thing. I love you so damn much that you don’t even know.”

“D-Dean,” you murmured, voice cracking in happiness and making him smile even wider. You weren’t able to get anything else out of your mouth besides his name because you were too overwhelmed, too full of bliss.

“It’s true,” he told you tenderly, and your tears started overflowing onto your cheeks when he slid down to one knee on the damp ground. “And since it is, there’s one thing I need to ask you. Y/N, will you be willing to deal with me for the rest of your life, through thick and thin and whatever our jobs throw at us, as my wife?”

You nodded quickly before you spoke, sobs starting to rack your body. “Yes, Dean. O-Of course!”

He let out a short laugh of disbelief that quickly turned into amazement, letting out a nervous breath as he realized that you had actually said yes.

“Really?” he breathed, and you giggled shakily.

“D-Did I stutter?” you asked, and at that, he let out a loud whoop and picked you up off of the park bench so that he could spin you around in the air while the both of you laughed in complete and utter joy.

When Dean set you back down on the ground, it wasn’t only your hands that were trembling in anticipation as he took the ring out of the box. He gently took your left hand, and wide grins appeared on both of your faces as he finally slid it on your fourth finger. Now that the weight on it was real and not something from your imagination, you could revel at how it felt like it had belonged there the whole time.

“I was so nervous,” he told you quietly, looking like he was on top of the world; quite frankly, that’s what he definitely felt like. “That’s why I was holding back.”

“Maybe I need to be curious more often, then,” you joked as he wrapped his arms around you and you sank into his hold.

“We’ll see about that,” He captured your mouth in a loving embrace with his, the remnants of hot chocolate lingering in the passionate kiss; his emerald eyes were completely molten as he spoke next, pressing a soft kiss to the finger that now wore the ring. “Mrs. Winchester.”

The Alpaca Whisperer - Chapter 1

The Alpaca Whisperer
an epic story of love, courage, and poultry

Hartbig AU by iloveyouinchinese & isilagdur

beta extraordinaire: haveyouseenmyplot

Hey! Before reading, check out the prologue- otherwise, this won’t make much sense. Or don’t, you know. Some people like to be purposefully out of the loop. Maybe it makes them feel validated. Maybe it makes them feel alive. Next chapter will be here within the next few weeks so stay tuned and stay breathin’.


Previously on AW:

…It was so different, yet so alarmingly similar, sitting in the kitchen the first day they met, waiting to see her for the first time. She had been nervous, she remembers. She had bitten at her fingernail and stared out the window. Presently, Grace stares out the window, biting her fingernail, and wonders how different this time would be.

Summer 2014

“Honestly, I couldn’t eat another bite.” Hannah leans back in her chair with her hands crossed over her stomach, wincing slightly.

Aunt Carol shoots Grace a knowing glance. “I told you she was eating less in L.A. Can’t even handle a full meal.”

Grace snorts a little, nodding sympathetically at Carol. “You’re right. She gets tinier and tinier every day. Eventually there’s going to be nothing left but a snapback and a little leather-bound notebook.”

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Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya
Theme: college!au: 3 a.m. cookies

Shizuo woke up to three things: a smoke alarm, students yelling, and someone hitting him on the head with a rag.

And his first thought was: shit… no cookies for me, huh?

Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, it took Shizuo a few moments to recognize the sharp beeps as the fire alarm and the odd smell as smoke. All he could remember was that his Sunday night before a midterm was frantic and anxiety-filled. It was math and he wasn’t good at math. He never was; it was his worst subject and most of the time he did well enough to pass, but this was entirely different. College math felt like witchcraft. It probably was witchcraft.

After hours of agonizing over his textbook and practice problems, after having assured Celty that she didn’t have to pull an all nighter with him, Shizuo decided to bake cookies.

The sugar would help him, he thought. It would give him energy and baking would calm him. The only catch was that he had never baked entirely by himself, but he found a box of ready-to-bake mix (just add oil and eggs) and he figured little could go wrong.

Much more than a little went wrong.

“Shizu-chan! Oi, Shizu-chan! Let’s go!”

Groggily, Shizuo felt himself tugged out of the chair, Izaya’s hand grasping his upper arm and leading him out of the building. The alarms were deafening as he was still trying to fully wake up and he stumbled outside, coughing once he realized how fresh non-polluted air was. “Nn… what about… my cookies…?”

Izaya stared at him. “…Shizu-chan, you could’ve died and you’re wondering about–”

“What about my midterm… is it cancelled…?”

“Well, Shizu-chan, considering you almost burned down our dorm from our communal kitchen and not the math department–”


Shizuo’s eyes narrowed as his mind became clearer, pulling his arm back. “…Why the hell are you being nice to me?!”

Izaya stared at him.

“…Shizu-chan, you’ve got an odd way of showing gratitude…”


“Ahh… Shizu-chan, don’t go jumping to conclusions now…!”

Giving an innocent yet hollow smile, Izaya watched as Shizuo struggled between blowing up and keeping calm, giving in and swearing, turning sharply to go find Celty to accompany. His smile turned into a smirk once his back was turned, hands moving to rest in his pockets with his fingers curling around a small bottle of pills.

See, Shinra? I didn’t lie.

The sleeping pills weren’t for me.