this is just…it’s porn. it’s angst and porn and feminization kink and poor coping mechanisms. also it’s written in like three different tenses. listen, I’m sorry. I hope you like it anyways, bc this is a concept I could write…more of. Also a few Dunkirk spoilers!
The train spewed steam, hot and compressed, behind him, and Alex still found the ability to push forward.
He hurt, and he couldn’t even identify where. His ears were ringing, and he’s only now noticing it. He thought his neck and his head might hurt, but then again, his wrist and his ankle might, too. It’s just everywhere. His eyes stung even though he was just asleep, his mouth tasted like warm beer and warmer water.
He blinked, and brought his hand up to his eyes, his other hand tightening on the strap of his pack. There’s no sunlight in the station, but he still feels like he should lift his hand, get a better view.
He’s standing there on the platform, three dimensions, full color. He’s wearing nearly the exact same thing he wore to the station the first time, the grey trousers and the brown braces and the big, open pale blue jumper that’s gotten paler, bordering on grey.
He’s the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen. He’s the only beautiful thing he’s seen in a while.
- Take a break from makeup, even if it’s just cutting down on products, your skin needs to breathe.(or you could have makeup free weekends/ take everything off once you get home)
- The sun is great for your skin so soak up as much as you can (of course while wearing sun cream)
- Try using less harsh products and use gentler products such as tea tree face wash or witch hazel face wash (extra chemicals can be harmful)
- Ask a pharmacist what products are best for your skin.
- Go to your GP and try medication if nothing has worked ( don’t give up on trying because some medication didn't work, it takes time to find what works for you)
- Ask to be referred to a dermatologist.
- Try cutting out parts of your diet such as meat or dairy as some foods can irritate your acne.
- Work on accepting your acne while you go through this process, follow Instagram pages such as @unesjomajo and @doddleoddle who have personally helped me realise that we can be beautiful with acne.
Remember that this process takes time, but you aren’t any less worthy because of how your skin looks. We are all beautiful no matter what shade or texture our skin is, and we must love ourselves before we let others bring us down.
Hey, everybody! I hit 5k a little while ago, and I figured I’d celebrate by compiling a list of all the things I’ve learned in the past few years that made my world a little brighter
if you can, read books you’re assigned for literature classes once through before you start reading and analyzing in class. you’ll have a better grip on plot, and won’t have to worry about falling behind.
carry water with you everywhere, and take a sip whenever you’re anxious
pick up a hobby that involves art or crafts, but isn’t stressful
schedule time every day to do absolutely nothing
schedule everything. having a plan works wonders on stress
learn about things that interest you in your free time
it is never to early to start preparing for something
get your outfits ready the night before, including shoes and makeup
wake up at 5 am. you get time to wake up in the morning, watch a sunrise, and have a good breakfast
you will be 110% more productive if you’re wearing shoes. i kid you not. it’s magic.
find a pen that you like? a) write the name down and b) order a ton of it
have a journal purely for your favorite memories and happy thoughts. when you get sad, you can pull it out and have a book of reasons life isn’t always awful
if you haven’t been taking care of yourself and it’s the middle of the night and you’re exhausted and you feel like shit and you just want to sleep but your stomach is grumbling and your mouth is dry, get up and make yourself a cup of (non-caffeinated) tea. while it’s brewing, drink a glass of water and make yourself a healthy snack with enough protein to get you through the night. eat the food, drink the tea, and go wash your face and brush your teeth before you go to sleep. you’ll be tired the next day, but you’ll feel so much better
save your favorite childhood books to read on a rainy day
make a playlist for every mood you can think of, so you’re never alone with the silence
find a really soft sweater or blanket. designate this your hug sweater/blanket. curl up in it whenever you need a hug.
most importantly, drink water, take care of yourself, and have a nice day <3
request: “Could you do a Draco x reader fic where after the war Draco starts dating a muggle and his parents don’t know. Then later his parents are trying to make him marry someone so he has to take them to the reader and she’s pregnant or something big? I don’t know just bought this would be cool. Ps I love your writing. Thank you have a great day!” — by anon
a/n: thanks for requesting! hope you like this (even if i changed it up a bit and my writing is a bit crappy *sigh*). x
Setting his cup of tea down on the sink, Draco took a quick glance towards Y/N’s direction where she was carefully folding her clothes by the living room while he was obviously inside the kitchen. She was oblivious by his stare which was full of love and adoration — Draco not entirely believing that someone as ethereal as her could be with him after everything, after telling her that he was a wizard, after saying that he used to side with the bad ones.
She was just so understanding it was amazing. She never questioned him about his past because she knew it was a sensitive topic, and she was the reason why he was at his happiest state at the moment. Who knew that Draco Malfoy could fall this hard for a Muggle like her? No one, indeed, and yet here he was.
"Draco?“ called Y/N softly just as he finished washing his tea cup.
He wiped his arms dry. "Yes, darling?”
Y/N suddenly entered the kitchen, holding a letter that had his name on it with the complete address of their shared home. His heart beat quickened and she handed it to him, Draco tearing it apart quickly only to see that his parents had written him a letter regarding about his fixed marriage with Astoria Greengrass.
"What is it?“ asked his lover when he crumpled the piece of parchment harshly and threw it in the trash bin.
"Nothing, it wasn’t important.” He ran past her way to rush towards their bedroom and get his wand which was kept in its box. Ever since the Second Wizarding War and Voldemort’s defeat, he never dared to use magic again — until now that is.
Y/N followed him, grabbing onto his hand to pull him back. “It didn’t seem nothing if you’re being like that.”
Draco looked at her, sighing, his eyes then flickering to the engagement ring that he had given her just a month ago. Y/N noticed where his eyes were staring at and she frowned.
"Is it — Is it your parents?“
He nodded slowly.
She stepped closer. "Well, what did they say?”
"They want me to marry someone else, Y/N.“ He harshly answered, "And I’m going to go and tell them that I’m not going to do it. After everything that happened, I thought they would have changed their views on blood purity.” Draco muttered the last part to himself.
Y/N frowned. “In that case, I’m going with you.”
He snapped his gray eyes to her. “Absolutely not!”
"Why?“ asked Y/N, her forehead wrinkled. "There’s nothing wrong with that.”
"You’re a Muggle. Everything is wrong with that.“
When he saw her frown deepened, Draco sighed and realized what it might have sounded to her ears. He slowly approached her, arms wrapping around her body while he affectionately kisses her forehead.
"What I mean to say is,” began Draco, looking down at her, “my parents aren’t too keen about the idea of me dating a Muggle much less marry one. I don’t want to lose you like that. You’re the only one that keeps me going these days.”
She returned the gestured. “I understand that but Draco, don’t you think I have to have a say on this because I’m your fiancée?”
“What are you planning to do if I agree?” asked Draco, gently stroking the hair out of her face to clearly see her features.
"Fight for you, of course. I’m not going to let you go.“ said Y/N as if it was the most obvious answer.
He cracked a smile. "Are you sure about that?”
"Would I agree to marry you if I didn’t?“ joked Y/N, standing up on her toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
Draco gladly reciprocated and for a few seconds, they just stood there, kissing, with no necessary words needed to be said. Once they pulled away, the pure-blooded wizard nodded, pressing his forehead against hers.
Narcissa was patiently waiting inside the living room with her husband sitting beside her. The room was quiet, making no sign that two of them were there, and Lucius had his eyebrows furrowed with a firm hold on his cane.
Draco appeared out of thin air with a girl with him, and upon noticing that his parents focused their gaze on the Muggle almost as soon as they arrived, he ushered her behind him so that he was in between.
"What is this, Draco?” Lucius stood up, knowing exactly what the girl was.
“I came here regarding about the letter you sent me.” said Draco, ignoring the glare that he was getting from his own father. “And I’m going to make it quick, I’m not going to marry Astoria.”
Lucius gave him a sinister smile. “Oh, and why not? I’m suppose it’s because of that filthy —”
“Don’t speak of my fiancée like that.” snapped the only Malfoy child.
Narcissa also stood up upon hearing the word. “She’s your fiancée?”
“She is, mum.” answered Draco with a sense of bravery. “Which means she’s the only girl I’ll willingly marry.”
Lucius was angry. Even though it has been years since the battle in Hogwarts, he still didn’t change his perspective in keeping the Malfoy bloodline exclusively for pure-blooded wizards only. He didn’t think that after raising Draco to resent those non-magic folk, he would eventually fall in love with one — and even planning on marrying her.
“What does that Muggle have that Astoria don’t?” hissed Lucius.
Draco scoffed, “For one, I love Y/N and not Astoria. That’s a valid reason, don’t you think?”
“Not in my house.” He flickered his eyes on Y/N. “You, girl! What do you really want with my son? Do you want the money, the fortune, or perhaps you’re just using him for the magic that —”
“I repeat, Father, I will not let you speak to her like that!”
“Draco.” whispered Y/N once she saw how he was holding onto his wand so tightly as if contemplating of hexing Lucius because of the obvious anger that was boiling inside him. “Don’t.”
Lucius raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean by don’t, silly girl?”
Y/N looked at him straight in the eye for the first time, sarcasm dripping on her voice as she answers. “It’s a simple statement. I’m sure someone who treats himself as someone who is over everybody else would understand.”
“How could you —”
Narcissa held onto his arm. “Lucius, just let them be.”
“What?” demanded Lucius, fixing his cold grey eyes at his wife. “I thought we agreed about this already?”
She frowned. “Yes, but that was before I knew that Draco was already engaged. He deserves to be happy.”
Lucius scoffed. “With a Muggle?”
"Even with a Muggle.“
Y/N felt Draco’s hold soften and for a second, he looked back and offered a small smile. She returned the gesture and squeezed his hand, their little interaction not getting unnoticed by Narcissa who smiled at the realization that her son was truly happy with her.
And when Y/N’s and Narcissa’s gazes met, the mother of the boy she unconditionally loved nodded her head ever so slightly and she did the same, a small grin now plastered on her lips.
ToT for Souji: I wish I were half as witty/clever as you are! So... What would you say is the best prank you have pulled?
“Oh, all of them are great,” says Okita, waving a hand. “Whichever one I think of as my best depends on my mood, really. But mostly, the ones with a low ratio of effort to satisfaction are my favorites.” His eyes glint. “In that case, I’d say my best work was when I mixed honey into the tea. Nobody except Shimada-kun could manage more than one sip, and I’d bet anything that was the first time Hajime-kun ever made a face like that!”
jessamine, standing in the gazebo covered in blood spilled on her jacket and on the white of her crispy white blouse from the assasin’s stabwound in the neck, like some merciless war deity, hair loose and fluttering slightly in the chilly winds coming from the river, still holding onto her murder weapon, a finely detailed silver swan wearing a crown, now fully covered in red, her cheeks flushed with adrenaline, eyes glowing and breath heavy, and the tiny wisps of hair on her temples damp with sweat: ,
The Crack Fic Muse strikes again. Honestly, you couldn’t make this up, and believe me I didn’t. I mean seriously, who boils eggs in a kettle?? *side eyes* @goodbyecommander
“This tastes like ass.”
“I’m sorry?” Erwin looks up from his newspaper and peers at his husband across the breakfast table.
“This tea. It tastes like ass.”
Levi glares at his tea with an expression that could curdle milk. Luckily he drinks his tea black.
“Like ass?” Erwin is doing a poor job of disguising his smirk.
“And not in a good way.” Levi adds sternly.
“I thought you liked…” Erwin starts innocently.
“Don’t say it. Don’t fucking say it.”
Erwin returns his attention to the local newspaper he’s flicking through on the table.
“Did you rinse the cup properly? You always leave soap on the cups. You have to rinse them after washing or everything tastes like fucking detergent.”
“I always rinse your tea cups after washing them darling.”
Erwin learned the hard way that Levi’s tea cups were to be carefully washed and rinsed by hand. Not just dunked in soapy water, and never on any account to be placed in the dishwasher.
“The tea must be out of date then.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Did you check the date?”
“No, but I know it’s not it of date because I opened a new packet this morning.” Erwin explains patiently. “You finished the last packet last night, remember?”
Levi continues glaring at his tea cup as Erwin browses through the newspaper, unperturbed by his husband’s mood. He’s always a little short tempered in the mornings before he’s had his first cup of tea. An advert in the newspaper catches Erwin’s eye.
“Oh look, there’s a new Brazilian restaurant opening in town. We should go!”
“No.” “For old times sake?” Erwin adds hopefully.
“No fucking way.”
Silence reigns over the breakfast table for a few peaceful moments until Levi takes another sip of tea.
“Fucking disgusting. The kettle must need washing.”
“I washed it out yesterday after making lunch.”
“Why were you using the kettle at lunchtime?” Levi peers suspiciously across the table at Erwin. “Did you break your cafetiere in the dishwasher again?”
“No, not since the last time.”
“Why were you using the kettle then?”
Levi’s frown is deepening.
“I was making eggs.”
“I was boiling eggs.”
“I was boiling eggs in the kettle.”
Levi gapes at Erwin, mouth hanging open, eyes blown wide. It’s not too dissimilar to the expression on his face when he came last night. Erwin can’t help smiling fondly at the mental image.
“What. The. Fuck?” Levi spits, horror and disbelief dripping from every word. “Why the fuck were you boiling eggs in the kettle?”
“I was hungry,” Erwin replies reasonably. Clearly that explains everything.
“Don’t we have a pan for that kind of thing?” Levi asks, voice laced with cold rage.
“I couldn’t find the lid and I was in a hurry. It worked really well actually!” Erwin continues, pleased with his clever innovation. Erwin prides himself on being a creative and resourceful thinker. “You can fit five eggs in there you know. I just boiled the kettle and then let it sit for ten minutes or so. Perfect boiled eggs! And don’t worry, I washed the kettle thoroughly afterwards.”
Levi’s mouth is hanging open again, face scarlet with fury. Erwin stops.
“Are you all right darling? You look a little flushed.”
“Right that’s it Smith.” Levi snaps. “Divorce. Now.”
He tugs off his wedding band and slams it down on the table. Erwin slowly raises his eyebrows. He’s used to his husband’s theatrics by now.
“You can keep the fucking kettle. I’m having the house.”
That’s when the doorbell rings.
Levi leaps to his feet, marches down the hall and hauls open the door.
“What the fuck do you want?”
The man on the doorstep blanches as he looks down at the tiny ball of quivering fury.
“Umm…. sorry to bother you sir, Water Board.”
He flashes a laminated card at Levi and points nervously to the badge on his overalls.
“Can I help you sir?” Erwin asks smoothly from behind Levi’s shoulder.
“Oh,” the man almost crumples with relief at the sight of Erwin’s calm polite smile. “Sorry sir, Water Board, we’ve going to have to turn your water off for an hour, we’re working on the mains, you might have noticed your water doesn’t taste quite right, but we’ll have it fixed in no time.”
“Thank you for letting us know,” Erwin slides his arm round Levi’s shoulders. “My husband was just commenting that the water seemed a bit off, weren’t you darling?”
“Well, sorry to bother you sirs.”
The man is already backing away down the path.
“Not a problem, have a nice day.”
Erwin waves at the workman as he departs.
“You’re still a fucking moron,” Levi huffs.
Erwin just smiles and hands his husband the wedding ring that he’d left lying on the kitchen table. Levi slides it back onto his finger with a scowl.
“And you’re buying me a new fucking kettle.”
“Anything you say darling,” Erwin replies, kissing his husband sweetly on the head. “I’d offer to make you fresh tea, but since the water is off, we’ll just have to think of some other way to get that nasty taste out of your mouth….”
that line in the guardians of the whills novel about how, in another life, Baze would have liked to be a sculptor or a baker, i JUST- WHAT IF HE WAS?
sculpting things that Chirrut can run his hands over, painting pictures of landscapes and people and animals and of Chirrut himself with thick raised strokes that Chirrut can touch, like he can see what Baze sees
baking their favourites so they can share the smells and the tastes, and Chirrut’s favourites so he can watch Chirrut’s smile, baking Baze’s own favourites so he can watch Chirrut screw his face up and swallow anyway, and laugh as he gulps down tea to wash the taste away
building things, tangible and useful things - Chirrut may have a fast metabolism, but he’s stubborn and always giving coats and blankets away to the less fortunate, so Baze installs a heat-and-light emitting dynamo in the tip of his staff. Chirrut can be warm, and Baze can always find him in the dark and the sand
(if it breaks fairly often on stormtrooper helmets, well, Baze doesn’t mind fixing it because these are the ways, through other senses, that he can show how much he cares, since Chirrut cannot see it in his eyes)
The clank of your wrench against the pipes sent a surge of anger through your body. It’s been 2 hours and you still couldn’t get this damn leaky kitchen sink fixed no matter how many youtube videos you watched. When Harrison got home in 2 hours you wanted to show him that you could do something helpful in this new house of yours. You just wanted to have it finished before he got home so he wouldn’t try and take the project off your hands. You brought your head out from under the kitchen sink whacking it on the cupboard. Your legs reacted too, kicking a box tower; the one on to toppled down and landed on both of your legs. It wasn’t heavy enough to break anything but it would sure leave some bruises. You wanted to scream and you sure did. Oh the neighbours will love you. You needed a break. Once the box was off your legs you headed into you unfurnished living room. You wished Harrison was there to help you move the couch, to at least make something feel complete. It was his idea to buy a flat together, although it felt rushed when he mentioned it, now you felt nothing but more love for him now that you had something with both of your names on the mailing list. Although there was nothing to sit on the see that Haz had enough time to put the picture frames with pictures of you two in them on the mantel. You felt your cheeks warm with the innocence of the gesture. Your first date. Your first hamster together, and any other time you guys felt the need to capture the love forever. Which was more often then you think. After recollecting yourself and moving the towers of boxes out of the kitchen, you decided you would fix this bloody leaky sink with no help from Harrison, just you and the pipes.
After about an hour without any luck, the pipes completely cracked, soaking your face, hair and your shirt front. Thankfully your headlamp ( yes the one that made you look like a miner ) was not damaged, and you could continue to look like a ( wet ) geek who doesn’t actually know what they are doing. The keys jingling in the door only made you more frustrated. “Love?” “Yeah, I’m here.” “And where’s tha— oh I see you,” he placed his hand on your knee as you sat up. “Jesus that’s bright,” he said fumbling backwards shielding his eyes. “Sorry,” you said flicking the power button. “Did something give you a shower under there?” He chuckled peering under the sink at the piping. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Love, do you want me t—“ “No I can,” you interrupted. “Baby let me, it looks like you’ve had a long day. I can make you some tea while you wash up.” You groaned in agreement, padding off to the master bathroom. “This doesn’t mean you’re not capable!” he shouted after you. In the hot water, you rinsed the stress of the day down the drain. You let the water run over the curves of your body. His voice startled you; you hadn’t seen him come in amidst the steam. “I’m pretty sure you don’t want this tea just as much as I want you right now.” You welcomed him in. His hands snaked desperately around your waist. “Mm talk dirty to me,” you murmured. “I fixed the sink.”
Except for the occasional attack of the hormones, I’m usually pretty pimple-free (praise to the powers that be). However, I have a huge issue with blackheads in my t-zone and so I have an arsenal of blemish-slaying products (all of which are natural and vegan) to fight off these stubborn nemeses. My regime works pretty well so I thought I would share my essential products with you all.
1. Freeman’s Facial Clay Mask - Avocado and Oatmeal
This may sound more breakfast than beauty but this product is a repeat purchase of mine. Every skin-cleansing arsenal needs a clay mask and this one leaves my skin feeling amazing. I usually slap some of this on about ten minutes before I’m heading into the shower because it makes it easier to clean it off. I usually use this once a week - twice if I’m having a breakout.
2. Lush- Dark Angels
I CANNOT praise this product enough, honestly. This is like dropping a nuclear bomb on your blackheads and it leaves your skin soft and supple. You only need a pea-sized amount of the stuff, add a small amount of water and turn it into a paste. I leave it on for a minute or two before a shower to really soak up the dirt on your face. It kind of makes you look like Derek Zoolander as a coal miner (*cough cough* merman!) but it’s definitely worth it. I would use this sparingly because it is so effective that you only need to provide upkeep on the cleanliness it provides. Once or twice a week should do it and you won’t need any additional exfoliation on those days. I usually follow it up with toner, pore perfector (to help close those cleared pores) and a moisturizer.
3. The Body Shop - Tea Tree Face Wash
Few things are quite so amazing for blemishes as tea tree oil so the Tea Tree range by The Body Shop is great to keep your skin clear and gorgeous. I even have their tea tree concealer and body wash. It’s used as a simple face cleanser so no specific instructions are needed. Lather and love.
I alternate this with the tea tree scrub. It includes witch hazel (witch I will rave about later on) and it’s nice and gentle. Dark Angel is enough of a nuke for your pores that you don’t need any more rigorous exfoliation so, as the brand says: keep it simple!
5. T.N Dickinson’s All Natural Witch Hazel
I LOVE witch hazel because it works for just about anything. It has a naturally occurring percentage of alcohol so it’s a natural cleansing toner. It fights off infections in injuries as well. Put some on a cotton ball and apply to your skin (dry off with a towel first). A really neat trick I figured out when you have a monstrous blemish on your face: apply some witch hazel to the pad of a bandaid and cover the blemish for a few hours or overnight and it will be reduced (and sometimes even gone!) by the next day. I get nasty under the skin blemishes and it helps with that so any whiteheads are sure to be zapped by this product. It’s super affordable and can be found in any old supermarket.
6. The Body Shop: Seaweed Pore Perfector
This little bottle reduces the appearance of dilated pores to hopefully keep those blackheads away. I use this in between toning and moisturizing. You don’t need much and I just focus on my problem areas.
7. The Body Shop: Aloe Protective Restoring Mask
Can you tell I love The Body Shop yet? So this baby is the last part of my routine. It says it’s a mask but it doesn’t dry. I use a sparing amount as a moisturizer. Aloe Vera is also an amazing plant for your skin so it’s a great way to top off your daily regimen. I rub on a small amount, leave it five-ten minutes to absorb and wash/wipe off the excess. Easy peasy!
Ok so those are my favourite and most effective skincare products. They’re vegan so I hope I helped out any vegans out there who were looking for cruelty-free skincare. Hope you like these products as much as I do. Good luck soldiers in your war against blemishes!
(A/N) Hello, world! Keeping it short up here, but here’s another smutty smut this week! Today we are joined by one of the most gifted vocalists in kpop today: Pentagon and Triple H’s Hui!!! All I’ll say is, have fun discovering your newest kink!
You couldn’t help but blush at yourself in the horridly lit changing room mirror of the fancy and uppity lingerie store. Maybe it was the disgustingly unflattering lighting, or the lingerie itself, because the longer you stared at your reflection, the more you regretted coming. The reason you were here in the first place was because of something your boyfriend had mentioned to you on your usual coffee date last Friday, and it had been picking at your brain ever since.
Plants with associated myths/correspondences from Norse Traditional Folklore prt 1/??
The following knowledge is translated/shortened from a Danish book. I will not list the source here, as it’s probably under copyright, but given that the source is unlikely to be translated into English, I still wanted to share it with you. I trust the source/research is genuine, based on the writer and the texts used. If you know Danish and would like to read the book yourself, PM me for the deets.
I first list the name of the herb in Danish, then English and then the latin, for maximum ease :) All of these should be either native to Northern Europe or able to grow here. As always, use common sense and care.
Akeleje. European Columbine. Aquilegia Vulgaris. In the language of flowers, columbine is associated with sillyness, due to it’s slight resemblance to a jesters hat. In medieval covent gardens though, the plant was a symbol of the Holy Trinity and was used in the treatment of measles, throat infections and swollen glands, as well as being part of a cure against the plague (alongside six other unnamed herbs). According to Simon Pauli’s Flora Danica (1648) one can die by holding the warm root of the plant in your hands, and today it’s still regarded as slightly poisonous and inedible.
Almindelig Engelsød, Common Polypody, Polypodium Vulgare Common Polypody, a fern, were used for treating “women’s ailments”, as an effective laxative, as a treatment against parasitic worms and stuffed sinuses. Generally ferns have also been regarded as especially magically protective - for example, if a person hid under a fern on Saint John’s Eve, they could observe witches flying on their way to Sabbath while being protected from evil themselves.
Asters, The European Micheal-mas Daisy, Aster Ammelus “Aster” means star, and the plant is also called “starwort”. It’s associated with Astraria, the Goddess of Justice and Innocence, daughter of Zeus. According to greek myth, Astraria saw how sin had consumed the earth, and she left this realm and was transformed into a star, (one that became Virgo in the Zodiac). When Zeus saw what had happened he becamse so angry that he let the world flood, except the top of the mountain Parnosses, where the last surviving humans, including Deucalian and his wife Pyrrha, fled. When the water retreaded, the last survivors felt lost and hopeless, and so Astraria shone her starlight down to lead them. Her tears fell like stardust and covered the ground, and where they fell the flowers grew. The flower is also associated with the arch-Angel Michael, and love prophecy, a folk belief referenced in Goethe’s Faust.
Bakketimian, Breckland Thyme, Thymus Serpullum Traditionally thyme been used as a healing herb, and for keeping evil at bay during labour and it’s recommended for eating and drinking. Simon Pauli in Flora Danica (1648) even recommends consumption as protecting against viper bites during sleep! It’s fragrant qualities has also been used for embalming and the oil extraced from the plant called “thymol” is an effective antiseptic. In southern Europe, thyme has been used in the bathing of corpses for burial, with the local name “karvendel”: “Kar” is supposedly deriving from the word “cara” meaning “sorrow” and “vendel” is to turn something around. Today thyme is used for spice, as a tea against headaches and to ease a cold, coughing and sore throat. Drinking tea of thyme or washing yourself with thyme is also supposed to restore the spark of life - and to turn sorrow into joy.
Balsamurt, Costa Mary, Tanacetum (Chrysanthemum) Balsamatica A very fragrant and easy to grow plant, but it used to be one of the most expensive herbs. Traditionally made into tea against period troubles, but it has also called “bible leaf” as people kept leaves of it in the bible. Allegedly a preventative for dozing off during long sermons; rolling the leaf tightly together and sticking it up your nose should produce a rousing effect! Today a more common use for the fragrant plant is in regular old potpourri (…but you could try to stick a leaf in your nose and see what happens :)
Enebærsbusk, Juniper, Junipera Communis Regarded as a blessed and protective plant and it’s said that even foxes and hares seek protection from under its branches. Bundles of juniper were burnt and the smoke used as incense in the homes of deceased people or livestock, as it was believed to drive away evil spirits. Juniper was also carried around the neck as a protective amulet, or its branches hung above the entreway of houses and stables in order to keep evil out. According to myth, the reason juniper works as a deterrent against trolls and witches is because they are supernaturally compelled to count every needle of the plant before entering, a task which they can never accomplish. More commonly Juniper is used as a spice for cooking.
Febernellikerod, Wood Avens, Geum Urbanum Today commonly regarded as a weed, wood avens can be found on the forest floor, but also easily take over gardens if not kept in check. Its latin name comes from the word “geno” which means scent, and when the root of the plant is dried it gives off the vague fragrance of eugenol. The dried and powdered root can also be used when baking cookies, or as a fragrant powder for detering cloth-eating moths in closets. The plant has also been associated with healing, as the three-pronged leaves where seen as a reference to the holy trinity, and the five petals of the flower as a symbol of the five wounds of Jesus. Its use as a healing herb can still be found in the Danish name, as it references fever, and the plant was traditionally used in tea to lower the fever of the afflicted.
Engnellikerod, Water Avens Geum Rivale Grows on moist soil and blooms in May/July. Its nickname “Devil’s Death” refers to the plants use as protection of the home. A bundle of fragrant roots kept in the home would hinder the Devil from doing his evil in your domain.
Okay, that’s all folks for now. It’s a long book, but I’ll post the next part soon! Follow my blog if you want to keep an eye out for updates and happy crafting :)
It is eighty degrees and you are dying. You are wearing a wool sweater and corduroys. The leaves are red outside your window. They can smell you. You put on a wool coat, a scarf, a hat, a black plastic garbage bag. Anything to put them off your scent.
Uggs are afoot. A gaggle of twelve-year-olds in leggings and tie dyed camp hoodies get shorter by the step as their boots slurp them up like spaghetti. You avert your eyes. It’ll all be over soon.
You have to buy new socks. You have to buy new socks or something bad will happen. You don’t know what, but you know it’s bad. One pair has a toe in it. You put it back on the rack. Something bad will happen.
The days are getting shorter and the nights longer. Streetlamps watch you while you sleep. Sometimes you wake up under them, arms outstretched in the chilly air, like you’re trying to climb up and touch them. Like a moth to a flame. The lamp flickers. Buzz. You run, but the noise never lessens. You’re almost one with them now.
Monsters disguised as children come to your door. Their eyes are wet and bulging. They lick their lips and say, “Trick or treat.” Their bags sway heavily, casting shadows. Oh, no. The jack'o'lanterns aren’t working.
It’s nice out today. The sidewalk is smooth, the sky is blue, and the screaming from last night seems to have stopped. Across the street, someone jumps around a puddle of marrow. The sacrifice must have worked.
It is only a dead branch tapping at your window. It is only a dead branch lifting the sash. It is only a dead branch skittering across the floor. It is only a dead branch creeping under your sheets, touching your leg with its awful bony twigs that are definitely not fingers. Definitely not teeth. It is only a dead branch.
The old cider mill hasn’t closed down like they said they’d have to last year. “Good harvest,” they say. “Good customers. Good cider.” It is good. Warm and sweet and deep, deep red. You buy a gallon to take home with you. It throbs under your arm.
There are kindergarteners going to school for the first time. They say the letters are hard to read and that the snacks taste funny and nap time only makes them more tired. The weak won’t make it to first grade. The strong won’t mourn them.
The acorns blink at you from the trees. It would be funny, but when they fall and hit you, you aren’t there anymore. Just an ancient oak tree that wasn’t there before.
Red and orange and yellow and brown. Everything is red and orange and yellow and brown. You have to blend into it or you’ll be caught. You wish for another color. You miss your best friend’s blue hair. But blue is an anomaly and it must be destroyed. A speck of it in the sky is gobbled up by fire. You can still hear her screaming.
The hand knit sweater your grandma gave you is so tight, it’s choking you. She asks if you like it. You nod. You can’t breathe. It’s stretching over your whole body and squeezing. She made it just for you, to keep you warm. Don’t you like it? Who wouldn’t like it? She smiles, and you can almost see her mandibles. “What big teeth you have…” you wheeze before your lungs collapse. Grandma’s hungry.
The Dandelion ~
One of the most common plants that grows everywhere across the United States and in a lot of countries in Europe. The dandelion has been widely respected by people for its healing powers, used by herbalists in Europe, China and India for centuries! Sadly many people today think of the dandelion as an annoying weed.
The dandelion however has many healing powers and can be used for so many things.
It can be used for;
- Skin problems and eruptions such as measles, chicken pox, eczema
- Blood purification
The parts that are used from the dandelion are the leaves and roots.
Its latin name is; Taraxacum officinalis
It tastes a little bitter tho!
You can make it into a tea, capsule, potherb, sun tea, tincture, wash, bitters, powder, pill and even a dye!
Drinking its tea helps to cleanse the blood and clear up several skin problems!