tea favors

salemmacabre  asked:

Hey ^_^ I was just wondering if you know of any reliable websites to buy herbs (and other witchy items) in bulk from? The organic markets near me are so expensive and the mega-marts are way too far. Any help at all is highly appreciated. Thanks :)

OOOOOOOOOOOO GURL ~

Originally posted by disneyboost

From one witch to another, I’m on this website RIGHT NOW thats got the best prices for bulk herbs I’ve ever seen. 

Monterey Bay Spice Company or http://www.herbco.com/ is the name. Low priced hearbs, teas, and oils with low shipping is their game, I’m telling you girl. They have different versions of each spice, oragnic, powdered, cut and stifed. It’s beautiful. 

Of course you can go to different etsy shops or amazon sellers, but if you want one website that carries all the good, essential herbs (for a really good price) http://www.herbco.com/ is the place.

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(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 to this imagine here)

Warning: USE OF ALCOHOL AS A COPING MECHANISM. It doesn’t turn out bad due to the alcohol, but just a warning that alcohol is used.

You weren’t sure how you managed to find yourself in front of the Cullen household.

You had been driving while on autopilot, your mind reeling from the image burned into your mind.

Tom, your fiance, beneath a very… gifted woman. From the look on his face he didn’t have a problem with the fact that a woman who wasn’t his fiancée was on top of him with her tits in his face.

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Jim, being the captain that he is, and wanting to show each of his crew members that he cares about them, decides to learn Vulcan. It’s a lot of late-night lessons with an almost-annoyingly-patient Uhura, a million stilted audio recordings, and a few vague educational brochures, but Jim figures it’s worth it. Spock’s a hard guy to get to know, and if this is going to help Jim get closer to his first officer (in a purely platonic sense. Purely. Platonic.) then he figures it’s worth a shot. 

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mihrsuri  asked:

For the starbucks drinks - Henry, Anne, Cromwell and Elizabeth Tudor?

henry: caramel frappe or one of those wild off the menu ones (captain crunch frappe etc.)

anne: cappucino w/ an extra shot(s – depends on the day)

cromwell: chai tea latte, no water

elizabeth tudor: vanilla bean frappe (sometimes w/ a shot of espresso)

Pop Culture Builds 3: Uncle Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Fire is often thought of as the most volatile and destructive elements, suited to violence and rage. However, even such an energetic element works best from a position of understanding and wisdom.

Former crown prince of the fire nation, a retired general, and uncle of Prince Zuko, Iroh rejected the violence and lack of enlightenment shared by the majority of his people, particularly his family. Studying the version of fire bending taught by the sun tribe, as well as various other bending techniques, he sought to understand all four elements and their role in the world, all the while seeking to aid those in need and negate the evils of his brother somewhat from within.

Thanks to his understanding and wisdom, Iroh was arguably one of the mightiest firebenders of the age, and in theory might have been able to defeat his evil brother if Aang the Avatar did not. Regardless, he was one of the most instrumental mentors that Aang and Zuko ever had, lending them both his wisdom.

Though human on the show, the real important thing to remember is that Iroh is definitely in the elderly age category.

The class I would recommend for his build is the very poster child of benders in pathfinder: the kineticist, specifically a pyrokineticist with a minor in air to grant lightning as an element. Iroh would definitely focus on fire, however, taking many techniques to help shape and control both his flame and lightning, diversifying into those that blend elements from other sources, such as defense, which is rarely seen in most fire benders in the avatar setting. He should definitely take the fan of flames at least, demonstrating Iroh’s signature flaming breath attack, though torrent and explosion are also good. Overall the build should consist of a mix of blasting and control, picking utility talents based on manipulating flame.

Iroh is also an excellent hand to hand combatant, so in addition to feats playing off his ranged attacks, also consider adding Improved Unarmed Strike and other appropriate feats.

The wise old man doesn’t carry much in the way of equipment, relying on his powers in combat. However, I imagine that a wise old kindly man such as himself would favor a tea set, various books useful for referencing information, and the like.

Of course, there are a few other ways to build Iroh, such as going for a more authentic bender experience by taking the elemental purist archetype, to make for a kineticist that can only ever bend one element. Though this does mean he loses out on lightning, it could easily be replaced by plasma, and the ability to take any wild talent regardless of prerequisites does emulate learning from other styles quite nicely. Alternately, a less spectacular build might be a pyromancer mage, or a monk focused on fiery elemental fists.

If you’re interested in an older, more experienced kineticist, you could easily strip the lore away and have a great stand-alone build!

anonymous asked:

Since it's summertime, what are the lords favorite summer activities? It can be in the modern times if that makes it easier for you :)

Ah… I want cold watermelon. It’s so hot.

The lords’ favorite things about summer

  • Nobunaga is all about barbecues, especially by the riverside. He’s the one who always complains that the meat has been on the grill for too long. He also insists on putting watermelons in the river to keep them cool.
  • Mitsuhide likes nagashi somen (flowing noodles). It’s usually done with your family/a group of friends. He likes to fantasise about teaching his kids how to catch the noodles one day.
  • Yukimura enjoys (trying his best at) scooping goldfish. He gets over-excited and always breaks his paper net really fast. The stall owners give him fish anyway because they feel sorry for him (and also because he’s embarrassing himself in front of small children).
  • You mean besides dango? Saizo also finds the chocolate bananas amusing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Masamune enjoys kakigori (shaved ice). The cheap ones in the cups, the fancier ones with red beans and fruit, even the ones served in hollowed out melons. He likes them all.
  • Kojuro loves summer festivals. The parades, the food, the fireworks. He enjoys it all. He can also explain to you exactly what each festival is about. Try him.
  • Inuchiyo likes watching (or better yet, participating in) the mikoshi parades. What’s manlier than a bunch of men carrying a huge heavy thing together?
  • Hideyoshi likes firework displays. They’re the iconic summer date. Plus it’s so crowded, you’ll never find each other if you get separated, so you’ll just have to hold hands! Perfect.
  • Ieyasu just wants peace, quiet, and relief from this ridiculous heat. Bring him his goddamn daifuku and iced tea.
  • Mitsunari favors quiet activities like mountain climbing. It’s a nice retreat from the city.
  • Kenshin can’t decide which he likes more, the flowers or the fireworks. Maybe both. Probably both.
  • Shingen lives for the beach. It’s the only socially-sanctioned way to strip off and beat the heat and humidity!
  • Shigezane is busy hitting up all the taiyaki stalls. He definitely gains weight during summer. Masamune and Kojuro make fun of him.
At the end of the day

Blindspot fanfic.

Loosely based on my prognostications and the promotional stills for the finale. A little angsty optimism, which kind of sums up my mood at the lack of a season three renewal announcement. 

Here’s hoping tonight’s episode and the season finale don’t kill us. 


“Come in, Jane.” Weller waved her into a chair in front of his desk.

She entered his office and perched awkwardly on the edge of the seat. Such formality seemed so foreign after all they been through today. After the passionate kiss they’d shared when they thought they’d lost, when they believed there was nothing left to save them from Shepherd’s wrath. Nothing but…

“There’s no sign of Roman,” Weller said quietly. “He’s gone.”

She nodded. She already knew that. She’d known the minute he saved them that she’d already lost him. The look in his eye had told her that. He’d barely glanced at her, just stared at Weller for a minute, raised his chin for a minute in a slight nod, and then took off.

“We’ll keep looking.”

She sighed. “It won’t do any good. He knows how not to be found.” And he didn’t want to be found, not by the FBI and definitely not by her.

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For the lovely Amelia @escapingreality51 I hope you feel better 😘❤️

He’s having a bad day, there’s no doubt about it. Robert’s been away on business for almost a week and Liv’s been acting up again. He’s been at the scrapyard all morning dealing with clients who are being a pain and his frustration is staring to show when he finally snaps at Jimmy for making too much noise. Adam finally tells him to take off and he does gladly.

He muses about going to the pub for tea in favor of the empty house waiting for him. He still needs to check in with Liv and take a shower so he heads back to Mill. The house is dark when he gets in, he calls out for Liv and realizes she’s not there. He rings her and finds out she’s at the pub helping Chas as punishment. He sighs, the house feels even more empty without Liv’s scowling face. He decides to go to the pub to get away from his thoughts, heading up to the shower he checks his phone. Still no word from Robert since lunch time. He’ll ring him after he gets to the pub.

He strips and turns the water on hot. Melt away this crappy day. He hears a noise and opens the door and calls out for Liv. No answer, stupid empty house he thinks to himself shaking his head at his own paranoia. He spends way to long letting the water work out his muscles that are far too tense. His fingers are all wrinkled by the time he turns off the faucet. Feeling better already he hops out and starts getting dressed.

That’s when he smells it. Pizza, smells like his favorite kind. Liv must be trying to get out of her grounding early or something. He comes down stairs already telling her it’s not going to work when he gets to the bottom he freezes.

Robert is sitting at the kitchen table smirking and looking all kinds of gorgeous. It irritates him that he must have been traveling for hours to get back and he still looks like his own personally angel. His own little slice of Heaven. Wanting to appear unaffected by his presence Aaron walks over and crosses his arms over his chest.

“What’s this?” He asks peering over Robert to see it is his favorite pizza. Not just pizza his favorite beer and chocolate biscuits.

“This is, I missed my husband and I heard he was being a right prat all day so I wanted to make him feel better.” Robert says reaching out and uncrossing Aaron’s arm and wrapping them around his waist.

They place their foreheads together out of habit, one man falling into the other. Aaron smiles at the surprise and feels so lucky to have this man is his life to call his. His stomach growls the pizza is almost as appetizing as his husband. His button down shirt is all ruffled and all he wants is to devour his husband but his stomach has other plans.

“Come on let’s eat and watch some rubbish telly.” Robert moves back reluctantly and at Aaron’s whine he presses a chastise kiss to his husbands lips, smiling as Aaron tries to deepen it. Pulling away he’s smirking again. “Food then desserts.” He winks and takes the food and beer to the living room. Pulling the cushions off the couch and placing them on the floor, Robert makes a little picnic area. He pushes Aaron down with a gentle command to sit and relax.

After coming back with plates and napkins because heaven forbid they mess up there beautiful living room. They sit and dig in to the pizza a crap tv show on in the background. Neither is watching really they’re both talking and catching up. It’s like they haven’t spoken multiple times a day even though that’s exactly what they’ve been doing.

Once the food is gone Aaron can’t take it any more and he pounces on his husband. They spend the rest of the evening getting re-acquainted with each other. His bad day turning into the best of evenings. When they finally make it up to bed, hours later he cannot stop smiling. He thinks how lucky he is. Maybe the bad days are just to remind him that the good ones are worth waiting for.

fanboyofallthingsfandom  asked:

Maybe a sterile Alpha/Omega couple meeting their adopted pups for the first time and just introductions and cuddles and first interactions?

Hey love. This idea is killing me internal so I am going to write it. I cry. So many tears. 

Just a heads up it’s four in the morning, but I wanted to writes something. I hope you guys like this. I kinda dropped off at the end, but I need to get some sleep. 


They had spent the first year trying on their own. It was fun trying for the first six months, but then Timothy noticed that despite their fun with each of his heat that something was up. For the next six months after, they continue to try with no success. Paola felt like a failure herself. An Alpha is supposed to give their mate anything and everything they asked them and more, but no matter how long they tried they were still litter and pupless. 

The next year was spent being in and out of the doctors office. Each time they were told that the probably of them having pups together was slim to none. Paola’s sperm count was low and it just seemed like Timmy’s womb couldn’t keep an egg. Even with the clear news, they kept trying. Experimental drugs, hormones shots, couples mediation, different sex positions nothing worked. 

It seemed like their dreams were going to come true finally one humid day in the summer. Timothy had finally missed a heat and he was feeling a little nauseous from his favor tea. Low and behold a test said positive, but Timmy’s womb still had it’s troubles. On the day that he had hit nine weeks, he had woken up to cramps and bloodied sheets. After their loss, Timothy vowed that they would stop trying. 

Paola did her damnedest to make Timmy bright and happy like he had used to be, but nothing worked. Babies were at every corner of their lives and he constantly felt mocked but the universe. It had taken a year and a half, but Paola had finally managed getting her precious mate out of his slump. Then she had a happy little omega again on her lap one day with pamphlets upon pamphlets. 

Adoption. 

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Never Again

* Laurens × Reader
* 166: I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend
* Hamiltime

A/N: and here is the story I promised! It’s basically 90% fluff and 10% other…I don’t think it even qualifies and angst. So just enjoy a cute fluffy John Laurens imagine! As usual with my Laurens stories, this is longer than I initially planned, but oh well!

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“We’ll tell the story of tonight!” You smiled fondly at your life-long friend John Laurens and his new friend Alexander Hamilton.

“Let’s have another round mes amies!” Your French friend suggested. As exepcted, the other two men as well as Hercules gladly agreed. You, however, turned them down initially. Someone needed to keep a level head among the group. But tonight was different.

Tonight all your rambunctious friends were talking about revolution. While you agreed with their stance on freedom, you hated the way they talked about it. They were all willing to be martyrs for the cause but the thought scared you. The silly Lafayette or kind hearted Hercules. Even the quick witted Alexander who you’d just met. They were all so dear to you. Especially John Laurens.

Tan skin and freckles along with curly hair. Not to mention his kindness and sharpness of the mind. He was studying law at his father’s request but you knew he really wanted to study science. He had such skill with with pencils and charcoal, you enjoyed the days spent with him when you could watch him get lost in a drawing project. You grew up along side the Laurens, growing close to their eldest son. He became your best friend, teasing you and protecting you. Along the way, you had fallen head over heels for him. It was stupid, you told yourself, he didn’t see you like that. How could he? He had known you when you were little girl and when you were an awkward teenager. While he had been along side you at some of your best moments, he had been there for your worst too. Still, you regretfully admit that you were horribly in love with him.

So you accepted another round, much to the surprise of your friends. You needed to forget about this impending war in which your friends would be walking into a spray of bullets. You needed to forget about your best friend who you loved.

“Hey uh Y/N?” John voiced, trying to get your attention.

“Yeah?” You responded happily. Your mind was buzzing and you were carefree, or maybe you were just drunk. As long as you weren’t over thinking, you didn’t care.

“Maybe you should slow down.” John suggested. He looked at you, his brown eyes full of concern.

“There you go again.” You slurred, your drunk mind was bypassing your verbal filter. “You looking out for me like always.”

“Yep.” John agreed with a hint of a nervous smile. You were clearly drunk at this point, making him very worried. “And I’ll continue to do just that. Starting with cutting you off.”

“But why?” You whined. You stuck out your bottom lip, pouting like a child.

He chuckled. The sound pulled a large smile from you, your inebriated mind was apparently trying to reveal the affection you’d kept hidden for so long. “Because you speech is slurred and your pouting like a five-year old.” He reached out and gently tapped your nose. A blush covered your cheeks and though you wished it was the alcohol, you knew it was from the simple touch. “Lafayette, can you please escort Y/N safely home?” He asked.

“Why can’t you?” You asked without thinking. Honestly, it was probably for the best that he didn’t. If he walked you home there was no telling what you’d do in your drunken state. Still, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

“Because I have some things to discuss further with Alexander.” He explained. “But I don’t want you here any longer. You don’t need easy access to any more alcohol. So Laf, you got her?”

“Oui mon amie. I shall escort Y/N safely home.” Lafayette said and stood. He walked over to your seat and held out a hand. “Shall we go mademoiselle?”

You pouted, wanting to stay with John longer, but stood anyway; with Lafayette’s help of course. “I guess.”

“We’ll see you soon Y/N.” Hercules said as a goodbye.

“It was nice to meet you.” That was Alexander.

“It’ll check up on you in the morning, alright?” John asked.

“Alright John.” You slurred while giving him a dazed smile, cheeks still pink.

Lafayette walked you from the bar, your arm wrapped around his. You were walking down the street, past all the faintly lit restaurants and pubs. “Hey Laf.” You said suddenly.

“Hm?” He wondered and looked down at you.

“We should go get more drinks.” You suggested a bit loudly. You were still very buzzed but the more alcohol you had, the less you thought or worried about your friends and hopeless crush.

“Mon amie, what is wrong with you tonight?” Lafayette asked you. “You usually refuse more than two rounds. I’ve never seen you drunk before. Tonight you drank more then Hercules.” He continued walking to get you away from the bars.

“I’m fine Laf.” You said in a drawn out slur. “Everything is just fine.” You singsonged.

“I should’ve known you’d be a happy drunk.” He chuckled. “But I also know you’re lying. I’ve known you for far too long.”

“Oh nothing.” You sighed. “I’m just an idiot.” You reached your door and pulled a key from your purse. You grumbled as you tried slotting the key into the keyhole.

Lafayette took the key from you and unlocked the door. “You are not an idiot mademoiselle. Why do you think that?” He guided you in and had you sit on the couch while he went to go make some tea in the hopes of sobering you up before sending you to sleep of the alcohol.

“I’m stupid, so horribly stupid.” You babbled, tears stinging your eyes. Lafayette abandoned the tea in favor of comforting you. He sat next to and rubbed comforting circles on your back. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.” You missed the way his eyes widened. “And I can’t do anything either! He doesn’t like me in the same way and we have such a good friendship and I don’t want to ruin it! He would hate me if I told him that I was hopelessly in love with him!”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Why you admitted that, you didn’t know. No, you did know. You were drunk, horribly drunk and had no filter right now. It was a miracle you left that bar with out blabbing to John how you felt.

“Mademoiselle, please lay down. Get some sleep alright? We can discuss this further after your are sober.” Lafayette pleaded. “I don’t want you to tell me something you’ll later regret admitting.”

“How am I supposed to sleep?” You asked, tears still falling. You mind was running a mile a minute, your thoughts spinning like a hurricane and thoughts of John were the calm in the eye of the storm; the moment of calm before the waves rolled widely once more.

“Mon cheri, I’m sure you will fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow.” He assured you. He took your hands to get you to your bed. He tucked you in and you were asleep before you heard the shut door click shut behind Lafayette.

You woke up with a groan. Your head was pounding and you felt a bit gross. You were still in the same clothes as yesterday and your hair was still done up for your night out. You need something to drink and clear your head. Last night was just a hazy darkness and you remembered little past meeting Alexander.

Your door squeaked up and you sat up quickly, causing more pain to your head. “Hey, easy there.” It was John. He was standing next to your bed, a cup of tea in his hand. His eyes were looking at you in concern. He sat down on the edge of the bed and handed you the steaming cup. “You were out cold when I got here so I figured I’d make you some tea.”

You sipped the tea. “Is this what a hangover feels like? Cause if it is, never let me get drunk again.” You said, the pain in your head was translating to a pained voice.

“Yeah it is.” He said with a slight smile. “I’ve had my fair share.”

“Oh I know.” The roles were reversed as you used to check on John after he got drunk. “Like when you first got drunk at 16. If I wasn’t there, your dad would’ve probably killed you.”

“Now I can watch out for you.” You sat and talked as you finished the tea. He took the cup and gave you an opportunity to change and brush your hair.

You walked out and found him looking through your shelves of books. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You guestioned. You rubbed your temples willing the ache to go away.

“Sick of me already?” He teased.

“No!” You said a bit to quickly judging by the confusion on his face. “Uh I mean no I’m not but I don’t want you missing your classes or anything because I was stupid enough to get drunk.” You amended.

“Actually I should get going back to the college. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” He said a small smile.

“Thank you, John.” You told him. You saw him out and shut the door behind him. You leaned you forehead against the cool wood. At least you didn’t tell him your feeling last night. You could hardly be in the same room as him without your heart pounding and feeling a fluttering in your stomach.

You let out a broken sob and wrapped your arms around John. He was suited up in a blue coat and looked every inch the soldier he always aspired to be. He was leaving to go to the encampment, leaving you behind to worry endlessly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tightly.

“I’ll be back Y/N. I swear.” He promised in a whisper, his mouth next to your ear.

You pulled back, just enough to look at him. “You better be.” You warned, trying to sound demanding. Instead to came out sounding more like a broken plea.

John smiled at you, a ting of sadness in it. He cupped your face and wiped away the tears on your cheeks. You stared at him, remembering the way his hair looked tied back. Memorizing the pattern of freckles on his cheeks. “Y/N?” He questioned your stare.

“Hm?” You eyes snapped up to his.

“You ok?” He asked.

“Huh? Oh well not really, not with you leaving.” You sniffed and blinked back a few tears. “But I’ll be alright.”

“You sure?” He asked.

You took a deep breath. “No.” You admitted quietly and looked down and your feet.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked. He hooked two fingers under your chin and tilted your face back up to him. More tears came at the concerned look in his eyes.

“You’re leaving John.” You cried, tears falling down. John hurried to wipe them away. “You’re leaving me and I may never get the chance to-” you stopped. Your emotions where running high and you couldn’t admit this now. He was leaving and it was unfair to him. Of course then if he hated you he’d be free to leave you. And you may never get the chance to speak to him again.

“May never get the chance to do what?” He asked. You looked at him, still conflicted.

Screw it.

You leaned forward and kissed him soundly. If he hated you, so be it. You weren’t going to spend your whole life wondering what this would be like. At least if he didn’t make it home, he knew how you truly felt about him.

You pulled away and looked back at your feet. “I may never get the chance to tell you how feel.” You said. You were sure you were a sight. Tears streaming down your face, nose running with the tears, unceremoniously kissing your best friend. What on earth is he going to think of you know?

“Y/N.” He said softly. You didn’t dare look at him. He was going to reject you and leave you worrying and longing for a man you couldn’t have. “Y/N.” He said more firmly, once more tilting your face back to his, catching your gaze. You lip wobbled, his gaze intense.

“I’m am going to write you every day and the day I get back I’m going to court you properly. And after some time,” he reached down and and grabbed you left hand and brought it close to his mouth. “I’ll put a ring on this finger.” With that he lightly pressed his lips to your ring finger.

You breath caught as he looked up at you. “But first.” He leaned in and kissed you properly. His arms around your waist and lips pressed to yours. His eyes were closed, savoring the moment and your eyes fluttered closed as well. Your arms hooked around his torso and you clutched the back of his jacket tightly in your hands. He pulled back, eyes still closed. “I’m not going to leave you behind. Never my dear Y/N.” He vowed.

“You better not.” You tried ordering once more. You voice was less broken than before but it was still more of a plea than a command.

He leaned his forehead against yours. He was brushing hair from your face and stared into your eyes. You gazed back, taking in all the affection in the dark eyes in front of you. “Never.”

John kept his promise and wrote you endlessly, sometimes getting multiple letters to you before you could respond. Every now and then a letter had an extra paper. This extra paper was always a drawing of his, showing his ability to find, or make, something beautiful even in war.

Lafayette wrote you asking why John was so happy. After a few letters you realized that during your drunken haze you must have told him how you felt.

John had written detailing his plan to go to South Carolina and free enough slaves to lead the first black battalion. His excitement was so obvious in his written words that your could practically hear him. You could almost see the beaming smile as Washington confirmed his plan. Or the way his foot would be excitingly tapping as he wrote you.

But Alexander had also wrote you. He explained they may have a way to get the British to surrender. What if word didn’t reach South Carolina in time?

The day of the battles all you could do was pace. You were surprised you hadn’t put a rut in the carpet as you walked over the same space multiple times. You walked to the window as church bells went off, all the churches in the town seemed to be ringing their bells. People were running out into the street in celebration. The Union must have done it. They must have defeated the bloody British! The country was…free.

Now you had to wait for your boys to come home. And slowly but surely they did. Hercules was always here at his shop. Alexander came home from Yorktown and Lafayette a few days later from Chesapeake Bay. But no sign of John.

You were bent over your kitchen counter making some supper. You paused taking a shuttering breath. You found this happening more and more, you couldn’t focus on anything you were more focused on whether or not John was alive.

A scream left your throat as some hands came around your waist. You spun, arms still loosely clasped around you, and found John smiling face. His eyes were bright with mirth and happiness, his freckled cheeks lifted up in a smile. His curls weren’t tied back but hanging down to his shoulders. “John?” You asked in breathless surprise.

“Word barely reach South Carolina in time. Another hour and we’d be in battle. I promised I wouldn’t leave you.” He told you, that doopy smile never leaving his face. You ran a hair through his loose curls. Your hand found its way to the back of his head, hair still threaded between your fingers. You pulled his face down to yours and crashed you lips against his. He responded in kind and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you against him. The other hand mirrored yours and tangled itself in your hair.

He pulled back with a gasp. “I’ve missed you so much.” He accepted his statement with another kiss. “Now Y/N, will you allow me to properly court you?” He asked looking at you hopefully, as if you’d say no.

“Only if you can promise me one thing.” You challenged. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

He kissed you soundly once more. “Never again my dear. Never again.”

This or That-Tea

Do you favor hot tea or cold tea drinks (iced tea, tea lattes, etc)? Sugar or no sugar in your tea? Boba, tapioca pearls, or jellies? Green, black, white, or herbal? Flavor-wise do you prefer fruity, nutty, spiced, grassy, or other? Do you use a stove-top kettle, single cup brewer, or other method?

Aquarius, the Whimsical Water-Bearer.

In this post, I’ll be going over the classic qualities of Aquarius.

Symbol: The Water-Bearer.

Ruler: Uranus and sometimes Saturn.

Element: Air.

Nature: Fixed

Energy: Masculine.

House Association: the 11th house, house of community. humanity and deviation.

Age Association: 70-77

Physiological Association: The ankles.

Aquarius, the whimsical Water-Bearer a fixed air sign of high static, erratic energy ruled by the rebellious energies of Uranus. The age association of Aquarius symbolizes the second childhood, a stage in which we are so haggard and old, we simply kick back, with not a care in the world, and play. Aquarius embody this aspect well,they seemingly don’t care what others think, behaving on whims and desires, tethered not by an earthly need of acceptance, and driven by a childlike curiosity. Upon initial contact, Aquarius is hard to peg, a strange mixture of distance, aloofness and kindness. They are usually shy, so conversation will have to be started by another to ignite the engines of these eccentrics, because they know more than anyone, the beauty, and extent of their own social awkwardness, usually embracing it harder than a lover returning from battle. Aquarius uniqueness is one of their defining traits, this rainbow catching mad scientist is skilled in all things intellectual, whether math, science, philosophy or history, Aquarius can immerse themselves in the emotional, and cerebral aspect of academia, without opinions heavily clouding his vision. Aquarius being so naturally linked to the human condition, also has a keen fascination, and love of the human mind, Leading to a level headed scholar, with mind boggling ideas. With this intense creativity, also comes an innate knack for the arts, especially music, music to an Aquarius isn’t simply sound, its a physical expression of the human soul, which they revel in.Though they gleam with many positive attributes, shadows infringe upon the traits of this sign. Aquarius is very prone to paranoid, and anxious thoughts, many seemingly mad in the eyes of the masses. Aquarius is often a sign filled with escapists trying to escape the harshness of reality, many of the sensitive sign are to sensitive to deal with. Being so trapped in your mind, isn’t a good thing, They often have trouble expressing themselves due to their painfully lagging social skills. Aquarius is an extremist sign, from the most devout Christian/Muslim/Jew, to the most active pagan. Many of this sign can become fanatical in their devotion to their cause and succumb to the martyr complex, they must realize they are not god at some point. Despite these flaws. Aquarius and it’s kinks make up for it in the bedroom. Aquarius is an artist, an inventor, wouldn’t you think sex would be the same. Sex with an Aquarius is an adventure, from sex toy to sex toy, position to new position. They love to sexually experiment. Aquarius is ruled the deviation principle, thus is an embodiment of fringe beliefs, views and concepts. They can be quite rebellious due to Uranus’ influence. Aquarius in the end though, just wants some nice conversation with an open minded individual and a cup of tea. A small favor to ask from the maniac of the Zodiac

Have wonderfully Divine Day!

Happy hunting!

~Astro-Love