I was thinking about how sea salt that you boil in to crystals yourself is so much more potent….and I was writing about maple wine, so it all got me thinking about maple syrup/maple sugar. In some ways, maple sugar and sea salt are perfect opposites – what appears to be clear, pure water, boiled unrecognizable, emerging crystalline, the only difference salty or sweet. And making maple syrup/sugar is a PROCESS: gathering buckets of sap from around the woods, stumbling over snow banks and bushes to bring it to the sugar shack, boiling the sap and constantly feeding the fire for hours and days, going through more wood than you could imagine and watching a gradient of amber spread through the pans, darkening in to rich sweet syrup. If you want to make sugar, you take it boil it even more, evaporating the last of the water in it, the last memory of how it used to flow in a forests’ veins. It takes some 40-80 gallons of sap to make a gallon of syrup, more to make sugar. And making syrup with someone gets real…for a time, you’re popping in and out to go collect the rest of the buckets, but after a while it’s just you and them in a small, maple steam filled shed, usually drinking something homemade and of questionable alcohol content, talking through the day and the night. Or by yourself, with your thoughts and your wishes and your ghosts, though I’ve never done this for long, just fractions of an hour, unlike friends who have spent days there boiling away heart break or trying to get their head and pans level.
If you need something strong to protect you, you can’t do much better than homemade sea salt. But if you need to barter something, to trade for something big and important and true, I wonder if a homemade maple sugar candy might get you what you’re looking for.
I imagine you bring it to the edge of the forest. Or more likely, that corner of the dining hall where no matter what hour of the day someone is drinking coffee and almost done a paper they never seem to finish. All the right words… “if it would please you,” what you seek, and their reply, “and in exchange?” So you make your offer: the blood of a forest’s platoon impervious to their wounds, a fire tended, a confession you would never have made otherwise, a week of your life. They are delighted, to get so much for what now seems like so little, and greedily they reach towards you, ready to take what you have promised, and before their hands, or not exactly hands anymore, can find you – you place it on the table. A small maple sugar candy. You’ve pressed it in to a maple leaf mold because hell, if you’re gonna do this you may as well do it right. The air freezes for a second, and you feel your blood still as you wonder if you have misjudged…and then you feel it begin to thaw, the sap to run again. It smiles at you. It doesn’t mind clever, and fortunately for you, it’s a fan of sweet.
My legs couldn’t possibly move any faster but I tried anyway.
I couldn’t remember what I was running from, all I knew was that it struck fear in every vein in my body.
“Paul!” I screamed, pushing up the incline that the forest provided.
“Paul!” I screamed again, tears flowing freely down my face.
I kept running, and running but I knew this entity was gaining on me. I felt its presence along my back, felt it’s heavy breathing on my neck.
“Paul!” I screamed one last time before the entity snaked its hand around my throat.
I woke up drenched in sweat. My pajamas sticking to every inch of my body.
“Shit.” I muttered into the empty room.
I grabbed my phone to look at the time.
‘1:22 am.’ I thought.
It was almost time for Paul to get off from patrols and I couldn’t let him see me like this. The man goes out every night looking for vampires for crying out loud, the last thing he needed after yet another long night was coming to see me and me panicking over a nightmare.
I got some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom to rinse myself from the disgusting amount of sweat the nightmare produced.
When I got out, Paul was climbing through my bedroom window.
“Hey, baby.” he greeted, nearly knocking himself out on the window pane.
“Hey.” I greeted, trying my hardest not to let the terror I just went through show.
“You okay?” he asked, sitting himself at his usual seat along my bedroom wall.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t been to sleep yet.” I lied, walking over to him.
I was welcomed by open arms and gladly leaped into them, wrapping my arms around his inferno of a torso.
I was just getting comfortable, finding solace in the presence of Paul and the unusual silence he brought with him tonight.
“Y/N, you’re shaking.” he whispered, taking my hand in his.
It was then I realized that I was in fact shaking, and I couldn’t even stop it.
“Y/N, baby, tell me what’s wrong.” he urged, turning to face me, stroking his thumb over my cheek.
“It was just a dumb ass nightmare.” I answered, my voice coming out too hoarse to sound even remotely convincing.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling me back into him.
“No.” I answered honestly, burying my face deeper into his chest. My tears starting to drench his shirt.
“Okay. Then, we’ll just sit here.” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“No, Paul, baby you need to sleep. I’ll be fine, it was just a nightmare.” I said, trying to wiggle out from his embrace.
“What I need is for you to be okay. You don’t need worry about me okay, baby? You just let me take care of you. As long as you’re okay? I’ll be perfectly fine.” he said, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to my lips.
And that’s the last thing I remember before drifting off into a perfect, dreamless sleep.
The way we see the world shapes the way we treat it. If a mountain is a deity, not a pile of ore; if a river is one of the veins of the land, not potential irrigation water; if a forest is a sacred grove, not timber; if other species are biological kin, not resources; or if the planet is our mother, not an opportunity - then we will treat each other with greater respect. Thus is the challenge, to look at the world from a different perspective.
There were trees bursting with green leaves, their shade
light enough to be warming and the amount small enough to be flourishing but
not a forest. The cottage looked like a child’s dream; cream white walls were
always concave or convex, never straight. A pink trim danced around the edges
and the chimney looked like a triple layer cake that had half melted and then
frozen again. The pathway was stone; large circles with stripes and dots
fanning out from the center.
And there, seated on the wooden chair with no table, was
the girl Aya had heard of.
Her grin was as bright as her skin was dark; the girl laughed
and the sound rung through the mountain—valley—hill—whatever this place was. Aya didn’t know but the fact wasn’t as
important as it might’ve been.
“Come out, come out,” the girl cajoled happily. “I can
hear you moving around back there!”
Aya didn’t move from her place in the shadows. Here was
the very person she was seeking, shining in the bright starlight, yet Aya felt
“You don’t have to run away.”
The voice—or maybe the wisdom that Aya sensed behind it—shocked
her into speaking.
“I’m not running.”
“Well, not to
him, certainly. Come on, come sit.” There was only one chair, but after Aya
blinked there were two. She sat.
That, more than the hazardous journey or first spotting
the girl, felt like freedom.
Whether they are tears of laughter or tears of pain may depend on the person, but I promise you will probably experience both.
Join me in diving into the totally bizarre world of The 100 books in which the Bellamy Blake as we know him would cry tears of humiliation and perhaps the occasional bout of awe at the things his AU self says.
I honestly can’t NOT bring to attention some of these gems that truly demonstrate how vastly different book!Bellamy and show!Bellamy are so let me get down to listing actual quotes from book!Bellamy himself.
“Is he your boyfriend?” Bellamy pressed. “No,” Clarke said flatly. But then her mouth twitched into a questioning smile. “Why do you care?” “Just taking a census,” Bellamy replied. “Specifically, to determine the relationship status of all the pretty girls on Earth.” [listen to this guy]
2. That’s what Bellamy liked best about Earth - the unexpectedness. Like a girl who kept you guessing. He’d always been drawn to the ones he couldn’t quite figure out. [listen to this lil fucker]
3.“Off you go,” Bellamy said, motioning her forward with his hands. He watched her scurry off with satisfaction. [This fUcKER]
4. “Breaking news, pretty boy.” Bellamy winked. “We’re all criminals here.” [WINKING. PRETTY BOY. I CAN’T]
5. “Good afternoon, ladies.” [please pause for a moment and try to picture show!Bellamy sauntering into Clarke’s tent and saying this line - just please TRY]
6. Bellamy didn’t know why the ancient humans even bothered doing drugs. What was the point of shooting junk into your veins when walking through the forest had the same effect? [he’s such a cliche]
7. He’d always assumed those ancient poets had been full of shit, or at least had much better drugs than he’d ever tried.
8. A crack sounded from inside the woods. Bellamy spun around so quickly, he lost his balance and fell backward with a splash. [smooth bruh]
9. Bellamy brought his hands behind his head and tilted his face toward the sun, exhaling as the warmth seeped into his skin. It was almost as nice as being in bed with a girl. Maybe even better, because the sun would never ask him what he was thinking. […]
10. “You’re doing a great job for a quack.”
“I’d recommend putting your shirt back on.” (Clarke) “Why? Are you worried you won’t be able to control yourself? Because if you’re concerned about my virtue, I have to tell you, I’m not-” “I meant”-she cut him off with a small smile- “there are some poisonous plants out here that could make that pretty back of yours erupt with pus-filled boils.” He shrugged. “For all I know, that might be your thing, doctor girl. I’ll take my chances.”
12. “I know you’re not the type of girl to make out with random guys in the woods,” he’d said with a mischievous grin, “but maybe you should be.” [i cAnT]
13. “Well, hello there,” he said as she came to a stop and paused to catch her breath. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?” He stepped forward and placed his hand on her waist [omg stop]
14. “I thought you were different. But I was wrong. You’re just another stupid Phoenix bitch who thinks she knows better than everyone else.” [this is the part where you cringe and cry and thank the TV lords that show!Bellamy would never even think of breathing such terrible words to Clarke Griffin, or probably anyone else for that matter]
15. “You’re going to regret this,” Bellamy said in a low, dangerous voice.
16. He’d start with letting the bastards starve. Then, maybe when they were all so weak with hunger that they had to crawl over to him and beg for forgiveness, then he’d consider going out to hunt. But they’d have to make do with a squirrel or something small - no way was he killing a deer for them. [this is some next-level petty shit - he’s talking about the deinquents btw]
17. Over the past few weeks, he’d discovered that he enjoyed the company of trees more than people. [k but tbh same]
18. Perhaps Earth had had enough of their bullshit already and was initiating a second nuclear winter. [k this isn’t really a noteworthy quote but its too real :0]
19. Tears were beginning to blur his vision, although if anyone called him out on it, he’d blame it on the smoke. [okay mister tough guy]
20. “Okay then.” He took a step forward and gestured for her to follow. “But I should warn you … I’ll probably take my shirt off at some point.”
So there you: Bellamy Blake Book 1. I intend to do the other two books I have read at some point as well. Hope you enjoyed! Lol. Tell me what you think of this Bellamy vs the one we know and love.
I wanted to unfurl my toes for a little while. I wanted silence, isolation and an invitation to exhale life’s complications. I heard nature’s melody and I harmonised with every single note. I needed the trees, their colours, and the sounds of wildlife breathing. I inhaled the essence of the forest and smiled as life coursed through my veins.
A/n: FUCK I know he’s so OOC but I’ve been bingeing on the clone
wars tv series and I’m in love with how Anakin is a really playful character in
it and I can’t help but imagine Kylo being the same when he’s with people he’s
The three of you had reached the base, you in Finn’s arms as you
had become extremely weak from all the blood loss. They managed to make it back
to the outpost without another incident, but returned weary and hungry. As soon
as the General sensed them coming she ordered for the gates to be opened.
“Are you alright? What happened?” General Organa worriedly hurried
to the group. “Who’s this?”
“Our ship crash landed a couple miles from here.” Finn explained.
“And that is Kylo Ren’s apprentice.” Rey added.
“What’s wrong with her?” The General placed a hand on your
sleeping figure, feeling the force flowing strongly in your veins.
“We got attacked by a Nexu in the forest. She uh- helped us, but
she got clawed in the process.” Finn replied.
“Let’s get her to the medical ward. Need to make sure she didn’t
catch an infection.” The General started leading the two. “And let’s get you
two some food and water.”
“She will be quite the asset. Maybe even in turning the tides of
this war.” Leia spoke to the two as they all sat around the sleeping girl.
“Kylo Ren seems to be extremely fond of her. He came after us on
his own, with only an astromech and medical droid.” Rey added.
“Yeah, he called her… sweet cheeks – and angel.” Finn snorted, sceptical
of even his own words.
When Ginny kisses Luna she feels like she’s drifting through space, passing galaxies, at one with the stars. She breathes in her scent of lavender and vanilla, every moment filled with Luna and her infinite soul.
When Luna kisses Ginny, she feels like she has become a radiant sunset, full of warmth and fire, echoing through waves of sun and sky. Ginny fills Luna’s breaths with cinnamon and honeysuckle and a forest fire flows through her veins
there is no doubt in my mind that we were made for each other. we are part of nature, part of one another. you are the forest floor and i am the veins of the trees— you are my honeycomb and i am the bee.
Notes: This is by me and my girl raspberrynilla!!! We both agreed that there isn’t enough indrasaku, so brought it upon ourselves to change that! A quick note, in this, Sakura’s past life goes by the name of Harumi Sakurai?
Seasons had shifted. Just as he had from dead to living. Though, he wasn’t sure if living described his being anymore. Foolishly he had drawn his weapon first, and been the first to let it fall along with his frame. Gazing upon the castle from the forest Floris’ heart swelled. Anger in his veins, still grieving his own death the sight of once such happy memories now confounded his soul. Leading his horse towards what he once called home he was brought out of his own thoughts. “Hm?” He half asked, not hearing the other’s words, “I apologize, my head must be in the clouds, would you mind repeating your last statement?” He offered as he gave his best expression of caring.