Cooking Personality Test - the recipe you’re making calls for six ounces of tomato paste, but you can only get tomato paste in 5.5oz cans. You:

  • Crack open a second can and skim 10% off the top
  • Use one can and adjust the proportions of everything else accordingly
  • Use one can and don’t adjust the rest because it’s really not that critical
  • Find the least common multiple between 5.5 and 6 and make eleven batches at once
  • Give up and order pizza

Today i made some oatmeal-banana-cookies ! They are really delicious and a healthy snack :)
-2 big bananas(smashed)
-1,5 cup of oatmeal
-some milk
-honey( even if you like it sweeter)
-raisins(even if you like)
-some sunflower oil
Mix all the ingredients and form the cookies. Bake the cookies 10-15 min (200 degree)
Leave the cookies cool down and enjoy :)

Habe heute diese leckeren Hafer-Bananenkekse gebacken . Supereinfach, superlecker, supergesund !
Rezept :
-2 große Bananen( zerstampft)
-1,5 Tassen Haferflocken
-ein schuss Milch
-etwas Honig(wer es süßer mag)
-Rosinen nach Geschmack
-ein schuss Sonnenblumenöl
Alle zutaten mischen und auf einem Backblech die Kekse formen . Bei 200 grad 10-15 min Backen . Dann abkühlen lassen und genießen ! :)
My Father, the YouTube Star
I always knew my father loved food. I just didn’t know he’d been showing hundreds of thousands of people how to cook it.
By Kevin Pang

My dad makes enough in each month’s ad revenues to take my mom out for a nice lunch. Making the clips is a lot of work. The two of them test each recipe a half-dozen times before committing it to film. Dad is behind the camera and editing the footage; it’s usually my mom’s hands demonstrating. They don’t speak in the videos. They say they’re embarrassed by their spoken English and feel more comfortable using onscreen text, in Chinese and English, for instruction. Writing and translating this adds several more hours of work.

“Why?” I asked during one of our weekly phone conversations. “Do you want a show on the Food Network or something?”

“You really want to know?” my dad asked in Chinese. “Your mom’s great-grandmother used to cook amazing Shanghainese food for her. She would dream about it. But when your mom was finally old enough to ask for the recipes, her great-grandmother had already developed dementia. She couldn’t even remember cooking those dishes. The only thing your mom had left was the memory of her taste. We’re afraid that if you wanted to eat your childhood dishes, and one day we’re both no longer around, you wouldn’t know how to cook it.”


Ok. Let’s talk recipe testing a bit.

My writing partner and I recently cooked dinner for the head of High NY (more on High NY later) in the hopes of networking within the cannabis community in NYC.

Obviously we had to make some sort of edible for him to try so we decided to make homemade gummies and ice pops.

The recipes we used for this uses a THC tincture, but you can also infuse butter, oils and now they are even starting to infuse sugars!

Pictures from top left from this recipe test:

1. Testing the THC levels of the cannabis. (Very important for proper dosing, post on this later.)

2. Grinding the cannabis. Grinding it gives you more surface area for THC extraction.

3. Our tincture of THC and everclear simmering away, along with our cherry juice and gelatin for the gummies.

4. The finished tincture.

5. Gummies cooling in the fridge.

6. The finished product. (Sans being rolled in sour sugar like sour patch kids.) We ran into problem there, but we’re working it out.

Which is why you recipe test.


Guess who just uploaded 4 new free printables? This girl! They’re available on Dropbox as PDFs (link in sidebar), meaning that they’re fully editable (I feel like Adobe Acrobat would be the easiest to do this with, but that’s just a suggestion). If you don’t want to edit them, you can save them as images directly from this post!

I’m always looking for feedback on these, so let me know what you think?

MariChat May Day One: Milk

She was testing a recipe and he showed up.

Oh boy, here we go, my favorite thing!

Check out MariChat May here

Artwork ©: alazic02

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Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

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Felmar’s potion of Cure Disease

I fell sick with dengue fever (damn skeevers!) recently and dear friend Felmar from the College of Winterhold very generously sent me this recipe. Having tested it myself, it’s simple and delicious and thankfully does not require standard Cure Disease potion ingredients like vampire dust which are not known to taste very nice! All credit to @fokkentaad (thank you for helping me get well!)

“Although this may be better for a sore throat than a fever, here’s a recipe for a potion of cure disease that I’ve picked up over the years, not a lot of precise measurement involved, but I’ll throw some estimates”

You’ll need:
- One pint fresh strawberries
- equal amount black or white cherries, pitted
- equal amount blueberries or blackberries, up to your personal preference
- one lemon
- 1 cup of sugar
- a heaping tablespoon of honey

Simply toss all the fruit into a large pot, and fill most of the way with water
Boil, occasionally stirring and skimming off the foam that comes to the surface, until the fruits have blistered and blanched, and the solution has taken on a deep red color
Add the sugar, honey, and the juice from the lemon (zest too if you want it to actually taste of lemon), then continue stirring over the heat until the sugar and honey are dissolved
Filter (or don’t) into a large pitcher to cool, or ladle straight into a mug if you want it hot

Best of luck, and a quick recovery to you Dovahkiin
~Felmar, professor of alchemy at the College of Winterhold

Submission by @agenderraskel

I love the “Tony is the Villains' Fav” head canon. Have this.

Tony trudged into the graveyard. Every year he did this.

Every year, reporters ambushed him.

And every year, all the articles focused on Howard.

Nothing for warm, caring Jarvis, who had filled his Christmas stockings with homemade baked treats. Or his sweet mother, who just laughed and wiped his face when he stole cannoli filling out of…

What the everloving fuck?

There were sometimes a few gifts. But they were usually all for Howard. Nothing… like this. Even for Howard.

Jarvis and Maria’s graves had been tended to immaculacy, and piled with fresh flowers. Jarvis got the traditional ones. Lilies, forget-me-nots, roses. (Jarvis had loved traditions, especially having things just so.) Maria got wildflowers- Italian wildflowers. (She had told Tony how she missed them, their smell, their color…) And by their headstones- a plate of rum cake and plum pudding for Jarvis, and one of cherry clafouti for Maria.

Their favorites.

He tore his eyes away to check Howard’s grave. And for the first time that day, he laughed.

It was covered in dung and roadkill. Toxic native plants had been planted on them. And to top it off, there was a ring of old Starktech - Howard’s designs - scattered around it. Screens smashed and wires pulled out.

“Yeah, they thought you’d like it.” Baking minion murmured.

“It probably says bad things about my moral compass that I can identify what minion you are without turning around. How’d they know?”

“Loki has a neat spell that lets you see the favorite things of someone. Doesn’t use it often. Cannoli?”

“Thanks. I’m guessing I get to skip the media circus too?”

“Mh'huh. Have another, you’re looking peaky. Doom informs me you are much less fun to fight when you’re not taking care of yourself.”

Tony snorted, but took another. “Have any of them put forward the idea of having a minion ‘reform’ so they can nursemaid me yet?”

He chuckled. “Don’t put ideas in their heads. It’d be me, and I like my current job, thanks. It’s a chief minion’s pay, but all I gotta do is test recipes for sweets.”

“What happens to the rejects?” Tony wondered.

“They get sold off at a low price to local grocery stores.”

“That’s surprisingly mundane.”

“If you want flashy, when I fucked up your birthday cake, the fuckup got filled with poisoned custard and killed a fanatic head of state.”

“That’s more like it.” A moment of hesitation. “Tell them thank you?”

“They’ll be delighted to hear it. You gonna be alright today? I’m authorized to stick around and cheer you up.”

“Can you just- sit here with me, awhile?”

“Sure. That cannoli has coffee cream, try it.”

anonymous asked:

How did you meet your amazing girlfriend?

I’ve been sitting on this ask for some time trying to figure out the way to say this, so I suppose I will just tell the story as it happened.

I won’t be posting her URL here because I don’t want to send thousands of eyes to scour her blog, but we’ve been mutuals for something like a year, and always had crushes on each other, flirted a ton online, etc. But she lives very far away from me and this, of course, is a major obstacle, so we never made plans to act on that at all. She messaged me one day to say she’d be in town for a day or two on a family trip, and I brought up hooking up if she was interested, although I was such a nervous baby about it that I think I ACTUALLY said, “Hey we should make out or something if you want.” We agreed to meet, go to my place together, have a lot of sex, and make some sourdough because why not?  So in the days before meeting 1) I tried a new recipe and tested it out to ensure it would be good enough and 2) we sexted a ton (she’s good at this and also? world’s best Snapchat snapper) and just got to know each other really well, too, and I found out that we have all sorts of weird little things in common- we want the same number of kids, we want the same color Le Creuset oven, we like and dislike the same kinds of fruits, she has been making jam for several years and I have been making bread for several years, etc- and each of us made several obviously-not-regular-hookup comments about the other being :) the woman :) of our :) dreams :) and how ohhhh gosh if only she didn’t live so far away we’d totally be dating!

She made it to the coffeeshop where I work, and I saw her coming in the door, thought, “WOW she is prettier than I expected” and immediately pretended not to see her/to be very QUICKLY taking some trash to the back of house to go get myself settled. I put on what was apparently a very good -I am totally chill and not going to die- face, sat beside her, made some conversation about her trip up, blah blah, sexted for several hours while I was closing up shop, and decided we would catch a ride from a bar across the street from my job because I MAY have skipped out on a meeting to go fuck this really hot woman and didn’t want it to be super obvious. So I closed up like normal, went to go meet her at the bar, and she kissed me several times while waiting for the car because she was too excited to wait. Then we got home, made bread, and had really incredible sex during which she came 13 (THIRTEEN) times before I stopped counting :) :) :) And when she left I did my best to pretend not to be sad, but it didn’t work because she asked, “Are you sad?” and when I said “Oh! I didn’t think you could tell!” she proceeded to mimic my posture, which was hands-in-my-pockets, slumped over, and forlornly gazing at the ground because I’d had a really genuinely magical time with her.

The main thing is really that the second we met I just felt an instant sort of “WOW I’d like to keep this one around” feeling that I know from a lot of dating is extremely rare and really special, and I think there were lots of moments during our first date that were very much not regular hookup/hangout moments, like we each called the other sweetie more than once, spent…an absurd amount of time staring into each others’ gay eyes, held hands a lot more than would be normal for a hookup, etc. I think it took her a few hours after she left to really realize she was feeling the same thing, but every now and again you meet someone and it just feels right and natural and comfortable instantly, and you just MESH well, and that’s really what happened. So in the next few days we sort of talked things over and decided to give this thing a shot. And I’m glad we did! Sometimes you have to do the very stupid, very silly, very wild 20something thing to do and just go for it because you think you could find something really special and worth it. I think I just sort of thought, “No this isn’t the most logical thing in the world but I know how rare this feeling is and if I can, I don’t plan to let it go because of something like distance.” So now we’re girlfriends and I couldn’t be happier about it- she’s really wonderful and sweet and makes me incredibly happy and I’m so proud to be, as my blog is titled, Her Butch. She’s the best coincidence I’ve ever encountered, and I’m so glad that she came through the city at just the right time and on just the right day and we talked just often enough beforehand for her to tell me she’d be in town, because I honestly didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way again and she’s been a wonderful addition to my life. She’s a pretty excellent girlfriend and I’m more excited than I can say to kiss her again.

The Kitchens

part ii

There wasn’t a time Sirius loved more than the beginning of summer. The promise of days and days of sun ahead of him. And, perhaps more so, the fact that those days were free of lessons and completely his—for the most part—to do with whatever he pleased. And there was also the parties. Sirius hated his family, that was true, but he couldn’t say he minded the connections, the money.

He laughed to himself. James would have smacked him right about now.

He had called for some food and blankets to be laid out by the swimming hole just off to the left of the castle for him and Regulus, only Regulus had yet to show. Sirius had spent the first hour waiting, but now floating lazily on his back. Regulus was making a habit of ditching Sirius lately. He wished he could call his younger brother pompous and call it a day but the hurt prickled inside of him like an unreachable itch. Sirius sighed, kicking out into the middle of the water. At least the sun hadn’t disappointed.

He’d asked James to come—he probably would have had loads more fun that way— but it was his day off. And Sirius knew, even as James sent him a guilty smile, that he didn’t stand a chance. Not when—what was her name again? Lily, Lily who worked as a housemaid, yes. Not when Lily was going to be at the pub in town. Sirius had waved him off. He didn’t want James to think he could, or ever would, make him stay. The truth was that James was his first and only friend. And Sirius was his employer. They were friends, of course, but work came first. Sirius was a prince first in James’ mind no matter how much he insisted against it. And he had insisted.

Apparently it was a prince’s job to swim and spend the summer alone. Of course, his mind did flash briefly to someone… but it was probably his day off too. Sirius would probably ruin it with some snide, accidental comment anyhow. His mother’s voice chided him in his head: Ghastly, Sirius, to be hanging about with that lot. Positively ghastly.

Sirius groaned, flipping into the water and kicking downward towards the muddy bottom.


The kitchen was burning. He’d been happy to have the room to himself, having finally convinced James and the others that he’d rather stay in—he really did want to try out the chocolate cake recipe Mrs. Potter had found for him even if James didn’t buy it—up until he’d gotten the ovens going. The coals felt like they were right on his neck. But he stayed, throwing all the windows open and mixing and cutting and whisking until it was a pleasant temperature with a cool breeze. The smell of summer and chocolate was a match made in heaven. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he checked the recipe card, running his finger down the slightly heat smudged ink. As he stirred and checked, stirred and check, his mind went elsewhere, as it often did when he was baking.

Sirius hadn’t stayed long after Remus had found him the biscuits. He’d eaten one, and they’d sat there, next to each other, Remus trying to pretend he wasn’t staring, Sirius trying to pretend he wasn’t catching him.

A prince, Remus had told himself, Get out now, push it down, leave it be. Forget.

That had been Remus’ method for years. With the grocery boy in his home town, with the baker’s son in the village for a time being, even with James for brief period when he’d first got here—he’d gotten over that one quickly.

He had tried to deny this one, but honestly, his breath had caught the second Sirius crouched down next to him by the fire. That was not what he had been expecting. He wasn’t saying Sirius was perfect. He was clearly not a man of both worlds. He was slightly obnoxious, slightly oblivious, slightly pompous, and, possibly, slightly attractive. Note the slightly. But he was kind. Remus saw it in the smiles that slipped through. He was born into the obnoxious, oblivious, pompousness, but the kindness was his own. Remus had overheard his mother—the queen—giving Mrs. Potter instructions for a banquet before. Yes, the kindness was all Sirius. Remus’ stirring had slowed into a lazy motion that he was no longer conscious of. He frowned out the window. And Sirius would catch himself. Repeatedly. He watched him realize what he had said and look sorry for it. Comments like that were burned into him but he was slowly realizing. Maybe he had James to thank for that, but Remus had a sneaking suspicion it was Sirius’ realization as well.

“Always alone.”

Remus whipped his head around, only just managing to keep his bowl on the table, and let out a breathless laugh. He was met with a smiling, rather wet Sirius.

“That’s the third time. I’m starting to think you like doing that.”

Sirius walked in, his shirt sticking in patches to his damp skin. Remus swallowed, dragging his eyes back to Sirius’ face, “Can I get you anything?”

Sirius heaved himself onto a stool across from Remus, eyeing his bowl, “No, I don’t think so… Thought everyone would be at the pub. I just… didn’t want to go upstairs.”

Remus started whisking again, adding a few sifts of flour to thicken the chocolate paste, “No?”

“My mum’s planning a party. First of the summer’s, it’s-”

“Summer’s Eve.” Remus finished, shooting Sirius a smile.

Sirius set him a lopsided grin, “Right. Right, you’d know about that…”

“Always liked watching the dancing.”

Sirius worried his lip, eyebrows pulling together, “Yeah?”


Sirius picked up an egg, holding it between his palms, “How long have you been here?”

Remus leveled off some sugar, crushing some clumps with his fingers, “I think its about a year now.”

Remus looked over the measuring cup when Sirius simply hummed, only to find him staring back at him.

“Funny, that we’ve never met.” Sirius said after a moment.

Remus raised an eyebrow, dumping the sugar in, “Not really.”

Sirius huffed out a laugh, “Yeah. Yeah, not really..”

Remus looked away from Sirius’ smile, swallowing over the heat bubbling in his chest. He was suddenly very aware at just how filthy his apron was. Not to mention his shirt. He glanced quietly at the hole in his left shoe toe.

“Why aren’t in town, anyway? I figured everyone would be at the pub. This place is deserted. Well, except for you.”

Remus cut a slab of soft butter, smoothing it around the bottom of the pan with his knife, and tried to shrug as casually as he could, “Dunno. Don’t like the pub much.”

“Why? Everyone likes the pub.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “How would you know?”

Sirius straightened, eyeing Remus, “Everyone seems to like the pub. Or really, I guess everyone just seems to like the girls there.”

Remus laughed, “True.”

Remus saw Sirius lean forward on his elbows in his peripheral vision, “Don’t you like a girl there? Or here? Someone to go with.”

Remus felt the familiar discomfort at this question rising in his stomach, “No,” he cleared his throat, crumpling some parchment paper in his fist, “No, not particularly.”

“No?” He heard something, something in Sirius’ voice. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he feared the worst.

“Not at the moment, I mean. I’m sure I’ll- I’m sure there’s someone. Just- I’m just waiting for- that someone.” He sounded idiotic and he knew it.

“Oh. Of course. That must be nice.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Being alone?”

Sirius looked up at him from where his gaze had been focused on the egg he was holding. His eyes were sad and honest, “Being able to choose.”

Remus opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Oh.”

Remus threw everything he had into squashing the feeling that was rising in his chest. Of course. He’s a prince. You know your place and it isn’t with… It can never be with-

Sirius shook his head a little, pushing his wet hair off his forehead so it stick up in the front. He offered Remus a small smile, “You must be just loving this. Listening to me complain. You probably think I have the whole world and yet here I am..”

Remus scoffed, snapping out of it and pouring the batter into the pan over the parchment paper, “That’s an awfully big assumption.”

Sirius sighed, rolling the egg on the table, eyes following it as it changed directions on its own, “Yes. You’re right.”

He was much more willing to admit Remus was right today.

Remus turned back around from pushing the cake into the oven, dusting flour off his hands, “Do you even know how to cook that?”


Remus smiled, “That’s pathetic.”

Sirius jolted up at that, “I beg your-“

“Sorry.” Remus was still smiling.

Sirius’ eyes were narrowed but Remus could see the smile that was threatening to show itself.

“Can you do the Summer’s Waltz?”

Remus blinked, “What?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “Can you?”

“Well, no-“


Remus stared at him for a few moments, “I’m lost.”

“I’ve no reason to know how to cook an egg, so I can’t. You can. You’ve no reason to know the Summer’s Waltz, so you can’t. But I do, so I can.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Yes, alright, very clever.”

Sirius smiled. Remus turned to the oven with one of his own. The flames seemed less bright that that smile.

Get out now, push it down, leave it be.

Remus took a deep breath. Forget.

“Am… Am I bothering you?”

Remus turned to Sirius once more, rather too quickly, “Hm? What?”

Sirius actually looked a little sheepish, “It’s just… I realized I just sort of… came in. You were alone. I don’t know-“

“No.” Again, too quickly, “No,” Remus cleared his throat, “You’re fine. I mean- I mean to say you- I mean, of course you can be here. You’re you.”

Sirius’ brows pulled together, corners of his mouth turning down, “That’s not what I meant.”

Remus took a shaky breath. Of course you’re fine, I want you here, “I know. Sorry. I don’t mind you being here. I’m just testing recipes…”

Sirius seemed to relax a little and got up, spying the recipe card on the table, “But you bake every other day of the week…”

Remus was very aware that Sirius was right next to him, and very aware that he hadn’t bathed that morning, “Well… I like chocolate.”

Sirius looked at him.

Remus motioned to the oven, “I never get to bake for myself. I like chocolate, I made chocolate cake.”

Sirius was quiet, just nodding and looking so intently at Remus that he felt his cheeks start to heat.

“It will be ready soon… If you-“


Remus almost laughed at the quick response, “Alright…”

The lapsed into a silence. Remus alternating between watching the cake and watching Sirius, and Sirius alternating between rolling the egg and watching Remus.

Remus poked fun at Sirius when he watched in (almost) awe as he took the cake from the oven, and nearly hit him when he recounted how different it looked without all the dressings and plates.

“Absolutely ridiculous…” Remus muttered under his breath.

“Can we…”

Remus looked up when Sirius trailed off. Sirius’ hair was dry now and slightly fluffy around his ears from the heat, and with the way his cheeks were heating up Remus took a step back. Because he didn’t look royal right then, in his fluffy hair and bare feet. He looked normal. He looked attainable.

No one you look at is attainable.

“Can we..?” Remus prompted.

Sirius straightened, “Can we eat it like this?”

Remus blinked and his mouth slowly formed a smile, “Had too much of proper life, have you?”

Sirius shot him a look and Remus sat down and dug his fingers into the cake, taking a rather large chunk out of the side. Sirius grinned almost impishly and pulled a stool over next to Remus, taking a chunk from the other side.

“My god.” He said, “This is fucking brilliant.”

“The eating method or the cake?” Remus said through cake.

“Both.” Sirius sighed, “Can’t remember liking dessert this much in a long time.”

“Excuse you!” It came out sounding more like hue hu! and Remus swallowed, “I make that dessert.”

Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender, “I think it’s good and all, don’t get me wrong. I’ve just… I don’t know.” He was quiet for a moment and then, “Maybe the company makes the meal.”

Remus started, blinking at Sirius. He had chocolate on his upper lip, his hair was still fluffy, his cheeks were even more pink than before. And Remus could feel the tug. The familiar, forbidden tug.

“I-“ He was out of his seat before he knew what he was doing, chair screeching back against the slate floor painfully, “Um.”

Sirius stood too, “Remus..“

Remus couldn’t decide if it was a plea or a question. He wanted to stay. God, Sirius had only said his name and he wanted to staystaystay.

“You can have the rest of the cake. I’ve just remembered-” His mind drew a blank to any excuse he could have made.

And he was gone, leaving Sirius alone in the kitchen with half a cake and a frown.

Glacier headcanons!!!

- whenever Cole does push-ups, he asks Zane to sit on his back so he “can actually have a challenge for once” (Cole does it because Zane keeps him from overheating, and also he likes to show off for the nindroid)

- Zane sometimes asks Cole to taste-test his recipes, and they use this time as a really sweet bonding experience

- Zane doesn’t tell anyone but PIXAL (since my headcanon is that she’s his long-suffering best friend/platonic soulmate) that he really, really likes Cole’s muscles

- seriously, Zane will stare at Cole who’s sweating and working out and PIXAL will just lightly scold him before teasingly pointing out all of Cole’s muscle groups

- Kai is super perceptive and instantly picks up on this thing between Cole and Zane, but doesn’t say anything because he wants them to figure it out for themselves

- Lou and the Royal Blacksmiths, Edna, Ed, Dr. Julien, Wu, Garmadon, and Misako (basically all the older folks) know what’s up with the Earth and Ice Ninjas. They have a betting pool going on for when either boy asks the other out

- Kai eventually learns about the betting pool and joins in (he’s got his money on Cole asking Zane out at a really romantic moment like watching the sunset after a battle because Cole is that kind of guy ya know)

- the Betting Pool Squad eventually renames the ship, “OTP: Triple Tiger Sashay” because of how Zane seems to melt whenever Cole pulls off that move

- Cole makes sure Zane is within eyesight whenever he does the Triple Tiger Sashay because he always does the famous Growl at him

- the Growl does things to Zane’s internal systems and PIXAL has to do a mini reboot to get him back online

- Zane isn’t consciously sexy or suggestive, but he moves gracefully and that draws Cole’s attention because he can appreciate that kind of movement as a dancer

- neither boy knows when they started liking the other, it just sort of happened naturally for the both of them

- in their down time, Cole and Zane often play chess; both are highly intellectual and love mental challenges. Most of the time their matches end in draws

- professionally, Cole appreciates Zane’s intelligence, insight, and ability to quickly adapt to new situations; Zane appreciates Cole’s hardworking attitude, leadership abilities, and focus in battle

- non-professionally, Cole likes introducing Zane to new movies and music and books, making him laugh or smile whenever there’s a chance, and being his taste-tester in the kitchen; Zane likes engaging Cole in deep discussions about anything and everything, being his regular sparring partner, and watching Cole do dance routines

- Cole and Zane are more introverted than extroverted, and so spend a lot of comfortable silence in each other’s company either reading or meditating

- funnily enough, Lloyd thought they were dating since way in the beginning. When he tells Kai this, Kai cracks up and includes Lloyd in the Betting Pool

- out of all the Elemental Masters, Karlof ships Glacier the most because he saw how Cole reacted to finding Zane alive in Chen’s dungeon and how close Cole stayed near Zane during the planning stage of the break-out mission

- Neuro also ships Glacier because he got snippets of their thoughts on each other, and secretly thinks it’s kinda cute but doesn’t tell anyone

- Karlof and Neuro eventually join the Betting Pool Squad, and that’s a whole other story

外国人 (3)

Do not reuse, edit or copy any of my work(s). ©
Part 3 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)

* 外国人 (Gaikokujin)= Japanese word for foreign person/ foreigner.

Themes= 😊,😖,🌟,🎭,

Summary: What happens when a native crosses paths with a ‘forbidden’ foreigner?
Kyungsoo & Reader

Word Count: 2,793

Part 1 Part 2

You were sat awkwardly next to Kyungsoo in your class, as though nothing ever happened last night. He continued to steal glances where possible whenever he thought you weren’t looking at him.

“Kyungsoo did you bring your phone today?” Yenne asked quietly as she looked over at him.

“Uhh no…” Kyungsoo stuttered. “I forgot again, I’m really sorry.” He turned his head in the opposite direction as if to stop drawing attention to himself. Yenne let out a small groan as she rolled her eyes.

“Nevermind.” She frowned as she pulled out her notebook from her bag on the floor. “I’ve been doing some research ever since…well last night.” She let out a little giggle as she opened it up and began to point to its pages, the fluorescent pink ink making you feel somewhat dizzy. “These are the most nutritious types of ingredients for our plan of action.” She spun the book around so that the rest of the table could see her brightly coloured notes properly.

You nodded your head as you stroked your chin lightly.
“I agree, we’ll stick to these things, any objections?” You found that you were directing your question more so at Kyungsoo, waiting for him to answer you. He gave a quick shake of his head before focusing his attention back onto his palms, brushing you off much sooner than he did the night before. “Anyway…” You continued as you turned your back on Kyungsoo. “        I think we should probably try to find the most cost effective market to buy these ingredients from, since our budget is very small, but since I’m not familiar with this country—”

“I’ll do it. I’ll deal with the budgeting and buying.” Kyungsoo spoke quickly he flicked his eyes up and quickly back down again as though he hadn’t said anything.

“Dude, you’re really weird you know that?” Denu frowned at Kyungsoo as he slowly rose from his seat. “We only have a half day today and I don’t intend to stick around so I’ll see you all tomorrow.” He picked up his bag and left the room. You scoffed as he left the room, how did he expect to get top grades if he didn’t sacrifice some personal time? Yenne sighed and shook her head slightly as she too began to rise slowly.

“I’m telling you now, he’s one of those boys that will make us do all the dirty work. Anyway I think I’ll be leaving too, there are so many things I want to research—Oh and Kyungsoo please remember to bring your phone tomorrow.” She smiled politely and gave a small bow before walking towards the door and leaving the room.

“I’m going to go too.” Kyungsoo said as he bent down to pick up two paper bags without handles, both of which looked extremely heavy. You frowned as he struggled with them, his walking was lopsided and it looked as though he would drop at any moment. He hurried over to the door and pushed it open with the weight of his body. You picked up your satchel and hurried after him.


“I need to catch my train.” He spoke over you as you both walked down the busy hallway.

“OK, but don’t you won’t help with those?” You offered as you extended your arms out.

He stopped and looked at you over the bags, blinking his wide eyes.
“Why. Why do you keep trying to help me? You’re not supposed to be helping. No I’m fine thank you” You frowned at him, what was that statement supposed to mean? Regardless you snatched one of the bags out of his hand; his staring was becoming a disgusting habit that you most definitely had to break.

You peered down into the brown paper bag and widened your eyes in astonishment.
“Why have you got butter beans in here Kyungsoo? What is all of this?”

“I thought we should test the recipe or something.”

“Well why didn’t you say that earlier, I mean were you really just going to take them back home? Wouldn’t that have been a huge waste of why you even brought them in the first place.” You looked at him with an agitated expression. You didn’t know if he was stupid or absent-minded, but whatever it was, it was really beginning to get on your nerves.

“I couldn’t…I—don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders as he clutched on tighter to the bag that he was holding.

“Well you can’t take these back on the train Kyungsoo, that’s way too far, these are heavy. Follow me.” You marched ahead of him.


“We’re taking these to mine.”

 You set both bags down on the kitchen counter and took a step back to look at them with your hands on your hips whilst letting out a small breath. You turned around to see Kyungsoo make his way hurriedly over to the door.

“Hey!” You called. He stopped in his tracks as though he were a thief caught red handed, though he dared not turned to face you. His shoulders tensed and squared up as he let out a shaky breath. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?!”

“Thank you.” He mumbled as he reached his hand out for the door knob.
You scoffed at what you deemed to be his pathetic behaviour.

“Didn’t your parents teach you manners?”

He spun around to look at you this time. “I have manners.” He pouted defensively and it was arguably the most defensive that you had ever seen him. For some reason this agitated you further and you didn’t quite know why that was the case.

“Hey are you autistic or something.” You looked him up and down as he froze in his spot. His eyes widening as he stared at you.


“Are you…autistic maybe?…” You became flustered by his response now, deciding maybe that you had spoken ahead of thinking about what it was that you were saying.

“No. I’m not. But…you’re not allowed to just ask me that, that’s insensitive.” He frowned at you; a mixture of anger and sadness in his face.

“Sorry…I’m sorry, you’re right it was. I just…you’re a bit…I don’t know…Hey! L-look I-I don’t where you think you’re running off to anyway, your train isn’t coming anytime soon.” You cleared your throat awkwardly as you tried changing the subject.
You signalled to the small tired looking couch placed expertly in the corner of the room. He looked at it hesitantly before slowly walking over to it before sitting on it in the most upright position. “Umm…you can relax you know.” You said as you walked over to the bags, discovering that the bag which Kyungsoo was holding contained aubergines. You raised your brow as you felt him staring at you again. You sighed as you turned to look at him; he quickly lowered his head and looked at his palms.

“I-I thought it would be useful to test the recipe out first and then hand it out to the locals, that’s why I brought them with me. Sorry.”

“No Kyungsoo you don’t have to apologise for this, it was a great idea.” You turned to look at him and smiled and now he was staring at you so intensely that it was beginning to frighten you. Thoughts were rushing through you head, what if you had brought a serial killer into your home? He had that serial killer stare it was increasingly unsettling. You blinked as you walked over to the draw and pulled out some utensils. “Maybe you should help me try and make something with this…”

 An hour later and you and Kyungsoo were lying lazily on the sofa. It took you an hour to concoct something even good enough to be edible and that you were satisfied with. He had noticeably eased up quite a bit, though his behaviour still did strike you as strange. He continued to steal glances whenever he could. 

Suddenly you heard a distant buzzing sound coming from somewhere; confused you began to look around the room, that was when you noticed Kyungsoo sheepishly turning his back towards you and pulling out something from his pocket.

“Hello. Dad?”

You shifted over so that you could catch a glimpse of his side profile but his face seemed blank as he looked down at the watch on his wrist. “I-I- had extra work to do; yes with the teacher. No, no I haven’t. I will.” He sighed as he hung up the phone and turned back around in his seat.

“I thought you forgot your phone. Or are we just that bad that you don’t want to exchange numbers.” You mumbled sourly.

“I can’t join the chat…”  He mumbled. You scoffed as you folded your arms over your chest. But then he slowly held his phone towards you.”I wouldn’t have the software for that.” You looked down at the ancient device in his eyes and raised your brows. Suddenly you were even surprised that he could receive calls on that brick. You let out a little gasp as he stuck the phone back in his pocket. His face had turned slightly red; you had embarrassed him without meaning to.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to gasp…Don’t worry about the group chat thing. Group chats are overrated anyway.” You laughed nervously as you scratched the back of your head.
You followed his gaze as he began to look around the kitchenette his eyes widened when they rested upon a packet of noodles.

“Wow…you-you eat those?” He frowned up at you in confusion as he pointed in the direction of the noodles.

“Of course I eat those, why wouldn’t I? Everyone eats these.”

He got up slowly and began walking over to the kitchenette; he then started to poke the packet of noodles as though confirming they were real.

“I just…Just didn’t think other people ate our food.”
You knitted your brows together, realising that you had just felt offended by his statement.

“What do you mean other people? Besides; ramen is sold worldwide not just here. So get your head out of the gutter. What’s your deal anyway?! Denu’s right. You are weird. Why are you so oblivious to everything and why are you always staring at me?!” You were breathing heavily; you couldn’t contain it anymore but immediately began to regret your outburst when you saw Kyungsoo shifting backwards from you. “Sor—”

“I’ve never seen one before.” He said quickly, cutting you up. Another thing you loathed, but you decided to let it go.

“Seen one what?” You stared at his dark lashes and brows. It was ironic; all this time you couldn’t get him to stop starting at you but now he was avoiding your gaze.

“A foreigner.” He whispered. “I’ve never seen a foreigner before.” He lifted his gaze, finally keeping eye contact with you.

“You smiled disbelievingly and almost mockingly if you were being honest.
“What do you mean you’ve never seen a foreigner, the city has a handful?”

“This is the first time I’ve been to the city.” He closed his eyes and swallowed hard as though trying to block you out. “I was born and raised on a farm…that farm from yesterday that’s my home. It always been and probably always will be.” He let out a disgruntled sigh. “I’ve been home schooled all my life, this is the first time I’ve ever been away from home. I’m 22 and this is the first time I’ve ever been out of the northern area. I’ve never been so intimidated in my life, there are too many people in the city; it’s overwhelming and I can’t breathe. So many people…too much attention…you all ask me too many questions. I’ve only ever spoken to the kids that live around the farm. Now there’s this huge influx of people I don’t know how to deal with all of you. Everything is so modern and different…I just…” He enveloped his own body into a hug as he stared worriedly into your face. You stared back in astonishment; you didn’t expect any of that to come from Kyungsoo. Now that he had mentioned it, you couldn’t help but notice how cosy and retro his choice of clothing was. His big woollen sweater swallowed his body up and he looked ridiculously timid. “I wanted to experience people and the city but also chase my dream of discovering next generation food and bring it back to the farm, but I was wrong. This was a mistake… I thought it would be easy.”
You blinked at him silently the situation had gotten way too deep and personal too early on but you felt bad for him nonetheless. He was just experiencing a form of anxiety; something you were not a stranger to.

“Listen Kyungsoo, It’s normal to feel like you don’t belong. I mean, have you seen me?.” You pointed to yourself and rolled your eyes. He let out a little laugh. He tried to bury his head into his chest, but it was too late you had already heard him and you broke out into a gummy smile. His laugh sounded so pure and innocent and the smile that crept onto his face was heart warming. “I guess to some extent we’re both foreigners, huh?”

Suddenly his face dropped as he looked at you.
“Foreigner? No…no… I-I have to go home. Bye.” He made his way to the door quickly and quietly.

“Oh. Right, bye.” You were taken aback by his abrupt ending. “Don’t worry though Kyungsoo, I think we’ll get along fine, we can help each other through this year.”
To which he replied with silence.

Kyungsoo’s P.O.V.

“You’re home ridiculously late, dads out back. Maybe I should tell him.” Nanu smiled mischievously as she dug her nails into Kyungsoo wrist.

“Get off of me you witch!” Kyungsoo hissed as he pushed her hard in the chest against the wall. “If you say anything you’ll regret.”

“Not as much as you’ll regret it when I tell dad that you’ve been hanging out with that foreigner again.”  She pointed at his face as she smiled unnervingly.
Kyungsoo went silent as he stared at her blankly. “I knew it.” Nanu laughed, your face is telling me everything you’re a terrible liar Soo and I can read you like a book. Foreigners are forbidden in this household are you A-stupid or are you B-stupid? Pick one. I personally think the answer is A- stupid.” She cackled as she walked down the stairs and disappeared. Kyungsoo hissed again as he looked down at the red marks on his wrist, he stormed into his room slamming the door shut and dropped himself down on the bed. He hated that sorceress, she was a living breathing she-devil and he was scared of her though he didn’t ever admit it, when he was around her he couldn’t lie his way out of things, she was using sorcery against him it was the only explanation.

“Stupid bitch.”   He muttered under his breath as he dropped onto his bed, pulling his diary out from under his pillow. His pen was already stowed away inside and so he began writing on the next page.

Dear Diary,

We cooked today…me and her. It was fun. But I was a fool, I told her all of my worries. I should never have let an outsider know so much about me. What will happen now? And then she called me a foreigner. I’m not! I’m not like one of them, dad always said they were trouble and not as pure. They’re dirty and stained but I’m none of the above, so why would she compare us? Surely she must know she’s dirty?
Yet she understood my fears. She said she thinks we’ll get on well together…I’m scared that she’s right. She’s a foreigner. I’m a pure breed. I’m not supposed to be associating with their kind, so what do I do…because I find her intriguing.


Kyungsoo quickly shoved the diary back under his pillow at the sound of his father’s booming voice.


Kyungsoo’s body physically shook this time. That type of shout meant his father was enraged, he ran out of his room and down the stairs.
“Yes father?” He cleared his throat. His mother; sister and father were all standing at the bottom step looking up at him.

“You were with that foreigner girl again today?”

Kyungsoo looked over at Nanu, who was grinning at him from behind her long stringy black hair, the whites of her eyes glinting. She was excited and feeding off of this negative energy, she loved every second of Kyungsoo’s misfortune. Of course she did.
The stupid witch.

The cricket macaron test bake worked!!!!

Tonight for the very first time, I attempted to make macarons. I’ve never actually made macarons before- even normal ones, with ground almonds- and I’ve heard they’re notoriously tricky. So, sans stand mixer, sans a piping bag, sans a tested recipe, and sans almonds… I went for it.

Here’s what I learned:
1. I can’t pipe worth a goddamn.
2. It’s impossible to pipe good macarons without a real piping bag- using a plastic bag with a corner cut off does not work.
3. Cricket flour is an entirely acceptable substitute for almonds. I may no longer be welcome in France for this but it WORKED.

This is a test batch and they are HIDEOUS, but the structure is there. The skin formed, they all got feet (except for the huge one, but that one doesn’t count), they have the nice shell on the outside and soft middles, and… honestly, they taste great. They need some work, but for a test bake? I’m thrilled. I got feet! First time out and using CRICKETS, I got FEET!

Next time I’ll be using an actual piping bag and making some minor changes to my ratios- I think I needed a bit more egg white and a bit less dry ingredient mix- but this is going to work. 

That big one, bless its soul- i poked it every few minutes while they were resting to test skin development. They’re ugly as sin, but that’s a me thing. I can learn to pipe, after all.

Now they need to sit in the fridge for a bit before I fill them. I’m only going to fill a few- the uglies are going to get mixed into vanilla ice cream. After I get a real piping bag, I’ll be doing another batch, this time focusing more on appearance.

Home Remedies (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Summary: anon request, Jim is sick with the flu and needs a little TLC.

Request:  Loved your last fic!! If you’re still taking request, how about jim being sick (like a flu or something) and he becomes clingy to the reader? All cute and fluff please. Thank you! 

Warnings: None (just fluff)

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

A/n: I LOVED writing this, needy Jim gives me life.

Words: 922

You could hear Jim sniffing from the kitchen as you pottered around making chicken soup and he was feeling sorry for himself in the bedroom after coming down with the flu. It was always this way at the end of a mission, he would spend such a long period of time stressed up to his eyeballs that the minute he got a whiff of time off he was bed bound with one illness or another.

The Enterprise was docked in Yorktown for a couple months to undergo repairs and to give the crew some down time with friends and family. The apartment you shared with Jim wasn’t large. It had one bedroom, one bathroom, and an open plan kitchen/diner, but you finally had a space to call your own and you loved it.

As you were dicing the vegetables to put in the stock you had made, you heard Jim sneeze particularly violently.

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Practical Magic: Practice for the Busy Witch

Seriously, Josh? You’re going to lecture us on the merits of practice? When did witchcraft become sports?

Woah! Easy! Witchcraft isn’t a sport! I’m just -

And for the gods’ sakes, if you tell us that it’s an art…

But it is!

Why are you lecturing us on practice?! We see it all over the place!

Calm down! Goodness!

It’s true that sometimes people get all up in a huff when they’re told that they need to practice something. Sometimes this is a result of upbringing, or a result of having been in sports or visual arts for so long. (I can understand… I was in soccer teams growing up, in concert band and marching band, in a handbell choir, and am trying to become a chef… all of which require significant amounts of practice in order to become proficient.)

So when the new witch is told that he or she should practice every day, it’s understandable that it may not be very… encouraging. Between school, work, and life, when is there time in the day to break out the altar and cast a spell? Let alone on a daily basis?

But that’s what I want to address. Now, I’m not one to say “stop practicing.” That would be bad advice, and very hypocritical of me to say, given that I’m casting spells regularly as well as testing new recipes and cooking techniques all the time. Instead, I want to provide encouragement and some tips on how to practice your magic on a daily basis. It’s much easier than many books and websites make it out to be. I don’t think even “Wicca for Dummies” really simplifies practice as much as it should.

What do you mean? How do you simplify practice? Don’t you have to practice each technique in order to master it?

Technically speaking, yes. But that’s if you’re approaching your personal training like a sport or like a culinary course. Spellwork isn’t a kitchen knife, but it does need to be kept sharp. Keeping it sharp is a matter of daily maintenance. Unlike sharpening a knife, however, magic doesn’t require a lot of equipment or physical effort on your part. We’ll break it down a bit, starting with the “why” and moving on to the “how.”

The Importance of Practice: The “Why”

Don’t you think this is a little obvious, Josh? Why would you need to tell us why we need to practice?

Simple. Knowing why is half the battle. For many individuals, practicing something does nothing if they don’t know why they’re practicing. When I picked up the clarinet in grade school, I was told to practice. I didn’t know why, and for the first couple of years, I had made no progress. It wasn’t until my mother explained that I needed to develop coordination in my fingers as well as learn how to read the music that I began to make much progress.

The same principle can be applied to magic. It is one thing to read theory, lore, history, and books on cultures and tradition. It’s another to implement all that you’ve learned. Like many witches, the first thing I learned about was energy work. I needed to understand what energy felt like and how it moved. However, it wasn’t until I talked with another local witch that I learned why I needed to practice working with energy, let alone maintaining my personal tradition.

First, there’s the fact that working magic is the art of moving energy and using it to manifest an intent. Second, there’s the fact that magic is also a relationship. It’s the art of looking into yourself and how you are interconnected with the world around you and with whatever spirits or divinities you honor. Tibetan monks didn’t start meditating overnight. It took days of actively trying to center themselves and exploring that relationship.

Another great example of this is found in nearly every town. Each week, Christianity, Islam, and Judaism has a Sabbath, or sacred day. On this day, worshippers gather in one spot to study, pray, and honor their god. This isn’t done simply because it is mandatory. Each member of that faith is trying to bring themselves and their relationships closer to their divinity.

Magic is the same thing. In itself, it is secular, but it comes from within yourself first. For those of us who are pagan, working magic every day and practicing isn’t just a matter of honing skills. It’s a matter of nurturing our relationships with Goddess and God, whatever the names may be.

Practicing magic is beneficial for several reasons: 1) It brings us closer to ourselves and trains us to be honest and open with who we are; 2) It brings us closer to the divinities we honor, allowing us to understand our place in the world and universe on a grander scale; 3) It helps us develop the spiritual “muscle memory” that can help us work magic when meditating for thirty minutes to an hour isn’t practical.

Busy Witch, Practical Witch - The “How”

Any witchy website you come across might give you a whole list of what you “should” do in order to practice and become a “more powerful witch.” That said, I have a couple of things to say. First, you’re not becoming “more powerful.” You’ve always been powerful. You’re learning how to reach your potential. Second, there is no right way or wrong way. It isn’t their tradition. It is yours and yours alone. So instead of telling you what you should do, I’m going to tell you what I do, and what I recommend that you try. If something I recommend doesn’t feel like it’s working after daily attempts over three weeks, drop it and pick up some other method. What works for me might not work for you.

Visualize - Before I get out of bed every morning, I like to encourage myself to use my imagination. For everything. It may seem childish at first, but it is invaluable and has always helped me to become better at visualization. So the first thing I do is mentally pretend that I’m some other creature. A dragon. A robot. A cat. A clay golem. As I begin to move, I see myself as that creature moving. I stretch out my limbs, and I breathe fire and smoke as I yawn. I unfurl my wings and writhe my tail. I see the air swirl around me as I displace it by moving around and getting up, like I’m pushing water around in a bathtub or a still pool. This is simple, requires very little energy, and allows me to more easily visualize on a regular basis.

Devotion and Affirmation - This is something that varies from witch to witch. I’m pagan and feel the need to do a mental devotion each day. Affirmations may be different by the hour, by the day, by the individual. A devotion is a small conversation between yourself and your deity. It’s establishing a personal goal for the day. “Today, I will devote my energy toward making others smile.” It can be as simple or as complex as you’d like, but it also has to be practical - something you know that you can do, but need to turn into a habit. “Today, I will be more organized. I will not procrastinate.” Often, devotions and affirmations go hand in hand. Affirmations are positive cheers for yourself or for the day. “I am calm and collected tonight.” Like working with intent, it is a phrase that can easily be visualized and is seen in the present and not as something in the future. The devotion enhances your relationship and shapes your mannerisms, while your affirmation hones your ability to focus intent and work in the present.

Energy Play - We always have a little bit of time to play. And this is something that can be done discreetly. Each day, try making little energy balls in your hand and manipulating their shapes. Visualize them. Are they solid, well defined spheres of energy, or are they wispy and trail out of your fingers like heavy fog? Try absorbing them or moving them around the room. If you feel comfortable enough, focus on an intent or purpose for it before sending it off into the world in order to create a very basic thought-form. If you’re like me, you’re working with energy constantly. I feel it in and around me all the time, and use that to my benefit. The first sip of coffee in the morning is loaded with magical energy that I’ve channeled into it - the first potion of the day. I do this at work, too, seeing the energy in the food I’m making and allowing myself to funnel feelings of happiness and satisfaction into every dish. The more you do it, the better you get. Since magic uses energy, this helps you to work with it instinctually, making on-the-fly spells simpler and quicker to cast.

The Daily Spell - Once again, every witch is different here. Some witches like myself are constantly casting. Others have more difficulty doing so. If you have the time, set aside a few minutes to do a simple spell. It doesn’t need to be complex. It could be stirring confidence into your coffee, or happiness into the jar of cookies in the kitchen. It could be sweeping negative energies out of the house while you clean. The more you do this, the more reflexive and natural it becomes.

The Meditation - Some will definitely disagree with me on this. Some people are more inclined to feel that meditation must be done every day and must require having a clear and empty mind. That’s completely acceptable for those individuals’ practices. For me, the meditation isn’t clearing the mind. It’s relaxing the mind. Letting my thoughts flow, my limbs relax, and my breathing to become deep. It’s letting go of the past and relinquishing my concern for the future and simply being in the moment. Everyone has a different way of doing this. There are many who find that driving gives them that release. Others find that it’s sitting in a quiet room, or losing themselves in music. For me, it’s the daily shower. With the hot water, the music in the background, and having my body fully exposed so I don’t feel restrained, I allow myself to simply be me, in the moment, without any concerns. My mind can run its course until it is capable of focusing on one thing, and one thing only. That’s what meditation is mainly geared toward - helping narrow focus and training the brain to stop multitasking so that all processing power is trained on one topic. This helps train the witch to focus intent. With all of that processing narrowed on the intent during spellcasting, distractions are less likely to have an impact.

The Joy - This last one is easy in concept, but difficult in action. It’s finding joy in the simple things. And honestly, this is one that you’d have to learn how to do on your own. But I started by choosing one thing each night that I felt went well in the day, no matter how large or small, and focused on why it brought me joy. The sizzle of the pan made me think of my mother making chicken cacciatore when I was younger. The trail of ants reminded me of what it’s like to feel accomplished after working hard. The kiss my boyfriend gave me reminds me that I’m loved. The hummingbird at the feeder showed me that life itself is worth living for.

In Conclusion…

Working magic and practicing it daily need not be a chore. It’s something that you develop into a habit by doing small things. These small things all add up and help us to become better witches and better individuals. If you’re a new witch, incorporate all of these little exercises into what you’re already doing with your research or your time spent with your Book of Shadows. Instead of seeing it as work, see it as playtime intermingled throughout the day!

Unlike cooking or playing an instrument, the core techniques for magic come from within you. If you practice loving yourself and practice embracing the childlike nature within yourself, you’ll find the wisdom is much easier to discover and the magic a natural part of life.

Blessed Be! )O(