#Rose Lassi

[paulpingminho]

#rose lassi #Pali Bhavan #Indian food #yogurt drink #Mumbai #India

[keventeragro]

Must-Try Delicacies-Holi Recipes-Keventer

Celebrate the festival of colours with the most delicious Holi recipes with the help of essentials from Keventer. Know more here. Visit at: https://www.keventer.com/media/blog/must-try-holi-recipes-for-2024/

#Holi dishes #Holi recipes #Pudding recipes #Smoothie Recipes #Holi Recipes for 2024 #Rose Lassi #Dahi Bhalla #Fruit Chaat #Masala Chai Chia Pudding

[morethansalad]

Mango Lassi Smoothie Bowl (Vegan)

#vegan #easy to raw veganize #breakfast #smoothie bowl #ramadan #mango lassi #mango #plant milk #cardamom #rosewater #saffron water #saffron #vegan yogurt #mint #chia seeds #coconut #edible flowers #rose #🧡

[autism-criminal]

straight ships have never been my thing but I say ‘ aww ’ out loud whenever Lassie and Marlowe are on screen together

#he’s gonna be a dad and it’s making him more aware of his surroundings and alskjfjxaldkjfslk #ALSO #maybe I’m misremembering but Lassie and Marlowe’s wedding receptions bags had a picture of a gun with a rose in it #and like in the anti-war protests they would put flowers in guns and #like maybe it’s symbolism for how Marlowe is making him a kinder and gentler person idk #uh anyway #lassieposting #psych

[snoots-and-wiskers]

Happy 10th birthday to Ray and Lassen's first litter, and therefore also to Vega's granddam! (The Lassie middle left). There are 6 pictured, but there were 8 in the litter

#rainier/lassen 2012 #scotch collie #rose colleen #cooper #lego #lassie #jack #amy pond #vegs fam

[mhaccunoval]

i see you’re still with child

#pant rambles #psych.posting #1.) i love when a bitch says 'with child' #2.) this episode so far? autism: 2; lassie: 0 #3.) rose marie explaining how being pregnant works as though lassie isn't painfully cis

[bajingoarts]

The Ratigans

Portraits of the Ratigan family members. Read more for all their names and backstories!

FAIR WARNING!! Some of this is very sad. Ratigan turned to a life of crime after a life of great sadness and tragedy...

Large credit to @suzie-guru for basically helping me create them and flesh them out.

Patreon (18+) | Twitter | Blusky

In order from left to right and down:

Seamus Ceannaire Ratigan

Seamus was a Rat of great integrity and pride. He did much in his community to try and uplift the local rat population. He rallied, gave speeches, and organized local marches in order to further the betterment of the Rat populous, often undermined and forgotten by the public at large. He believed in being better than what others thought of them, proving wrong the assumptions that Rats were all shifty, underhanded, feral, and prone to criminal activity. He taught these values to his family throughout his life. He was horribly disabled after protecting his oldest son Padraic, from a bigoted attack instigated by anti-rat sentiment. He was never the same after that. He died a few years after.

Losa Bella Ratigan

Seamus’s “beautiful rose” Losa was a child of both Italian and Irish Rats, and she had excelled in her youth as a popular operatic star. She sang in multiple languages and had even gigged at the English Opera House. She sang at one of the events Seamus spoke at. Each saw what the other excelled at and they fell madly in love. After Seamus was attacked, Losa was forced to support the family on her own. She resorted to petty theft and bartering in order to put food on the table. She survives her husband and most of her children now, and she lives in Ratterton trying hard to keep her husband's legacy alive. She’s highly disappointed at the state of her eldest son and mourns the tragedy of her family, but she remains a steadfast and confident woman.

Padraic Ratigan

The eldest son and most intelligent member of his family. Padraic was the pride and joy of his parents. A testament to the future rats could have with enough hard work and dedication. Padraic was accomplished in math, literature, engineering, and arts at a very young age. Despite losing his father at the age of 15 and endless family tragedy, his intelligence and tireless fight for a better life earned him a prestigious scholarship to Cambridge University. However, after a deadly rampage through the school he left and never returned. After the incident, Padraic went abroad with forged papers, eventually earning his degree as a Professor of Mathematics. He returned to England after years to begin building his criminal empire. After trying to overthrow the English monarchy, Padraic was defeated and placed in jail, where he now currently resides.

Lorcan Ratigan

The third youngest and the second son, Lorcan was all burning passion. He loved a good time and a good toss in the sheets with both lads and lassies. He led his life with his whole heart, unconcerned with what others thought of him. He often acted as the muscle when Padraic, Sorcha, and him got into mischief. Often the one completing all the dirty work neither of them wanted to do. But he was always happy to do so. Though not the smartest in his family by any means, he was unflinchingly loyal to them and to the ones he cared about. He began helping Padraic when he returned to build the criminal empire, moving shipments and scaring anyone who dared go against their family. While working at the docks he met a young debutante mousette. Their whirlwind romance led to an unexpected pregnancy. Lorcan took the fall for a scheme of Ratigan’s and was offered freedom in exchange for information on him. But Lorcan, ever loyal, refused to give up his brother. He was executed for his crimes, leaving his lover alone with their unborn child.

Sorcha Ratigan

The eldest daughter and second oldest child, Sorcha Ratigan is a calm, cool, and beautiful Queen of the Ratigan family. Though just as intelligent as her brother Padraic, there were limited options available to a rat woman. So she devoted herself to her career as a performer, following in their mother’s footsteps. She traveled abroad to Italy to train in their opera houses and spend time with her mother’s family there. Once she returned, she joined Padraic’s empire as a spy and informant. With Sorcha’s wit, confidence, and allure, she was able to handily trick men into giving her whatever she wanted. Money, vacations, and information. After Lorcan’s passing however, she blamed Padraic and left abroad to Italy where she currently resides, living with local artists and performing.

Saoirse Ratigan

The second daughter and fourth child. Saoirse is a firebrand. She has the justice seeking strength of her father and is a devoted civil rights activist. She heads labor unions, suffragette meetings, and protests at unfair legal proceedings for rats. She’s been arrested several times for disturbing the peace and for general unruliness. Her unwavering need to do the right thing has estranged her a bit from her older siblings once they got involved in crime. She believes in trying to do the right thing through uplifting the community, not through dark back alley deals. She currently works in a factory still living with their mother and taking care of her.

Rodrick Ratigan

Affectionately referred to as “Rod” by his family, Rod was always interested in the newly discovered use of electricity. He would experiment with coils and currents whenever he could, though often not aware of how dangerous it was. He might have gone on to school as Padraic did, but a plague fell over Ratterton at the time, taking him far too soon.

Carmella and Ciaran

The twins and youngest of the family. Completely inseparable, they were little mischievous tricksters. The twins were not in the world for very long though. Ratterton lacked proper medicine and trained doctors, so when the plague came and Cairan fell terribly ill there was little the family could do for him. Carmella was never the same after her twin brother passed, and she passed away years later from the same illness. It was said she passed with a smile, happy to be reunited with her twin.

#the great mouse detective #tgmd ocs #ocs #ratigan #padraic ratigan #Ratigan family #head canon #my art #year of the rat #rat #furries #rat furries

[crystlizabeth]

@pampanope thank you for the request!! I accidentally messed up so I had to delete the original 😔

When I think of something like this I definitely think of Johnny! I love the Scott he such a sweetheart!! I’m definitely becoming a soap girly and I love it!!

Night Market!

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish x Civilian!femreader

Summery: going on a trip for a little you time you find yourself in while going through the night market you meet a Scottish soldier.

Warnings: not much, fluff, cursing, n as always my writings a Blackfem coded but there should be no exact description to you the reader everyone is welcome! Not strongly proofread

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Night had always been a favorite Mexico may not have been the best place to travel by yourself for you time but never had any problems. Now you walked through the night market of Las Alma’s the smell of Mexican food flowing through the air, bright colors still vibrant with the darkness.

You had to admit it wasn’t the best feeling seeing people with heavy-duty guns just casually walking around, most of them not even soldiers. Walking down the aisle of little shops you stopped in front of a flower booth.

Looking through all the pretty flowers, bundles of red roses, baby breath, sunflowers, peonies, marigolds, and others. Looking through them you felt a presence step next to you, them standing closely.

Looking up you saw a taller man with heavy gear on but dressed in some jeans and a simple shirt his hair styled in a mow-hawk, he was handsome that's for sure soon his eyes met yours wandering one scaring you and making you look quickly back to the flowers in front of you. He chuckled lightly his head turning to look at you, “you shouldn't stare at people with find it weird.” you spoke softly your eyes still avoiding his

“I apologize lassie could help but admire ya.” he laughed lightly.

His laugh made your heart flutter how could such an intimidating guy have such a sweet voice little weird that he decided to flirt with you but you didn't mind. “I bet you say that a lot..” you teased lightly your eyes meeting his.

Wow, he had these really blue eyes they were gorgeous, to say the least his eyelashes were long and feminine-like. “Not all the time, you with a friend? Sorry if it sound creppy of a stranger to ask.” He spoke his hand holding in to his vest as he faced you.

“Yeah I’m with a group we split up for a bit..” you lied couldn’t help it but it’s was a just incase because what if he was wired.

“Not the best idea eh?” He spoke his brow rising.

“Maybe but I can take care of my self, haven’t had any problems.” You spoke your body facing him.

He nodded his mouth opens to say one more thing but ended up closing it only to speak, “I’m John McTavish my friends call me Johnny though.” He introduced himself holding his hand out to shakes yours.

Being polite you shook his hand introducing yourself aswell, “nice you meet you hun.” You spoke your head tilted to the side a small smile laying in your lips. Him returning the gesture giving you a toothy smile that made your heart flutter.

“What ones you looking at?” He asked,

“What..” you muttered your eyes never leaving his.

“Flowers lass, any you like? Saw you staring at the baby breath and peonies..” he said a cheeky grin plasters in his face as he spoke to you.

“Oh!— yeah- um— I was thinking of getting some with the pink roses it would be cute bouquet no?” You asked flustered turning away from him.

God get it together you thought, he some 6 foot guy in the military that could destroy you if he felt like it. But he looked damn good when he smiled at you his head tilted in that teasing manner when he caught you staring at him.

“Yer alright lass?” he chuckled a bit, His deep laughter gives you goosebumps.

You nodded turningyour head towards him, “Mmhm! I've got to get going— haha sorry it was lovely meeting you!” you spoke still flustered.

“Could I walk you back it nearly midnight?” he asked.

Walk you back, bad idea.. He's some random guy you just met. He didn't give you any type of creepy vibes would it really be all that bad? It would be bad if he kidnapped you, “Sure.” you said excusing the wandering thoughts in your head, you had your location on and your friends back home had it your AirPods stuffed in your boob as an extra tracker but you didn't feel worried about it. You did have a gross feeling in your gut about him so why not he was military, British military you're fine.

He walked next to you, the two of you exchanging conversations at your bother walked learning more about one another thought here and there his thick accent was hard to understand sometimes he was something else. You were down bad for some guy you just met, it was disappointing when you finally got to your little hotel and walked through the doors you let him walk you up to your room.

“This is you I take it.” he spoke watching your body stop in front of the door.

“Yeah- sorry we couldn't talk more Johnny,” you said your voice laced with sadness.

He smiled lightly “no worries lass glad I could get you back safely. Lovely meeting you sweetheart, maybe I'll see you tomorrow night.” he spoke shrugging.

“Hopefully-” you said a smile forming on your face.

“Sleep easy lass,” he spoke his hand grabbing yours gently pressing his lips to your knuckles.

You watched in awe as he did so “you too..” you muttered watching the Scott Walker back down the hall looking behind him a few times me to get another look at you.

Opening your door you closed it your back falling agents it “oh my god.. Oh. My. GOD!” you screeched fawnly your hands falling over your face.

In the time son of forty-five minutes, he left you giddy like a schoolgirl, soon to come with the realization that you didn't get his number, socials anything! That made you mad at your self you were completely submitted forgetting to do a basic thing and ask for his number and after the conversation you both had made you let out an angry groan.

It was sad because you would probably never him again you had his name yeah but couldn't find shit on social media. So you had to sleep off the sadness maybe you get to see him tomorrow night.

The morning eventually came you getting ready to head out opening the door you almost stepped on it. A bouquet of flowers and little not attached the the string that held the brown paper that held the flowers as one Picking it up was Pink roses Peonies and baby breath a few eucalyptus leaves around it. It was pretty very pretty some of your favorites even turning the note over it read ‘sorry but I wound be able to see you tonight had to leave mexico due to work, but there's my number I would love to see you again Lassie! - Johnny McTav.’

The note made you smile though it was sad because you wouldn't be able to see him, but he remembered the flowers you were looking at last night when you met putting them all together with a note saying goodbye.

That was the first thing you did putting his number into your phone.

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Hope this is good for you babes! Short but sweet!

#johnny mctavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john soap mctavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #black fem reader #x black reader #johnny soap mctavish x black reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #soap x black reader #soap x reader #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mctavish

[shawnaise]

happy valentine’s day to the santa barbara polycule!!

:shawn is definitely wearing a ridiculous heart bedazzled tshirt and buying chocolates before going in to the precinct (all specified to his lover’s tastes; lassie likes the fruit chocolates, gus likes the almond chocolates, and jules likes fudge)

:gus has taken his first real day off to be around his lovers but gets drawn into a case by shawn anyways; but there’s nowhere else he’d rather be because when his lovers are distracted he gets to admire them unabashedly. he has to make them take a break though for the date he planned weeks ago, a painting class. him and juliet have a great time but shawn and lassie bicker the whole time.

:jules made customized valentines for each of them and has glitter glue smeared on her arms (shawn deduces what she’s done but keeps it to himself because she looks so excited to distribute them) she gives them to her lovers after they solve the case and they struggle not to cry because jules was always the best at wielding words honestly.

:lassie made dinner reservations for four later in the day at a nice restaurant and when they arrive each place at the table has a customized bouquet that makes it obvious who is sitting where because they’re so personalized. shawn gets a mix of white and pink carnations, jules gets roses and babies breath and gus gets tulips that are a sort of ombré of pink and red. yes. he is still embarrassed at the outpour of affection he recieves afterward.

!!they draw cards each v-day to see who’s doing what so they don’t double up because shawn complained too much one year that he couldn’t see his bedside table because “jesus christ who needs this many flowers babe(s)”

#psych #psych 2006 #psych usa #PSYCHPOLYCULE #VALENTINES DAY #carlton lassiter #shawn spencer #lassieposting #burton guster #shawngus #juliet o'hara #shawngusposting #shawnposting #shassieposting #SHULES #I’m so sane and normal

[krystalskeleton]

1992.11.11 – RAW Magazine Interview with Izzy

Music

"Yeah, music is partially my saving grace. It's been part of my life every day of the week since I was a kid. It doesn't have to be a specific type of music, it can be any type because the whole of it takes you away from the mundane, every day sort of thing.

"Being on tour, I find it like a luxury item because when I'm on tour I don't have a big stereo, I have a Sony player that cost 50 bucks, it's mono and it has this tiny speaker. For the first couple of days I only had my walkman which is fine for airplanes, but otherwise they're a drag. I found myself looking in the window of these shops at these stereos and there was this one in Chicago which was four and a half feet long and three feet tall. It was this boom box with neon lights inside it. It was really freaky looking, but I ended up getting this small Sony because it would fit in my bag, it plays cassettes and it records so I can write songs on it too. I find that if I hear a stereo now, even if it's a PA at gigs and they're playing a tape, it's a luxury and I really enjoy it."

Food

"Indian food and pizza are my favourites. I stopped eating meat a few years ago. I don't eat red meat or chicken, but I eat fish. I stopped eating meat shortly after I stopped drinking and using drugs. I think it was a case of wanting to heal myself a little quicker rather than objecting to meat, plus there were some cases on the West Coast where people were dying after they'd eaten bad meat. I'm big on salads. Salads in America are just a couple of bits of dead lettuce, but over here people are a bit more conscientious.

But Indian food and pizza are my favourites and that's why Chicago is like heaven to me because you can get a pizza delivered at 5am and it's damn good pizza. There's a place there called Mama Mia and they deliver all night long. They've got pizzas that are two inches thick with like a cracker crust with fresh tomatoes on top. "

Drink

"I like mango lassi and sweet lassi from Indian restaurants. My second would be fresh squeezed orange juice. Those are the only things I drink. I gave up drinking because I just had enough of waking up in my own vomit and not remembering who I was hanging out with the night before, getting arrested and all that stuff. Waking up in jail, and that sort of thing became old for me and I finally realised that I had to stop this and figure it all out. It wasn't easy and it took a while. I feel a lot better for not doing it."

Hate

"It's destructive in nature. Sometimes you can get angry, but it usually doesn't help fix anything. If I hate something I just get hung up on it and dwell on it. I find it easier to try and dismiss it. Otherwise it's extra baggage to be carrying around. You see hatred every day on the TV and some other places and that's enough for me, I don't need to live with it anymore."

Rock 'N' Roll

"It's that life blood. You can't put your finger on it. For me it's that other thing that only people who listen to it or love it know what it is. To the rest of the world though it probably doesn't mean shit!(laughs)

" The funniest thing I ever heard in Guns N Roses was from this guy in Canada called Gabe. God, he was hilarious! He said he saw something on English TV once that said no matter how many records Elton John sold in 1976, there were still 40 billion Chinese people that don't give a fuck and that rang so true to me- this was back in '86 so I've always kept it in mind. It's true. If you look at the globe and spin it and put your finger wherever it lands there's people there who don't know what Rock 'N' Roll is. For people who do love it, though, it's their whole life. For me it's very special.

" We used to have Rock 'N' Roll bands come to play at our house when I was a real young kid. My dad used to have these parties and me and my brothers were beer runners. The bands were always downstairs and I always hung out with them. When you're a kid and these guys would show to play stuff on the drums, it was great. They'd play stuff like (Credence Clearwater Revival's) 'Proud Mary'. I was lucky 'cos I got to grow up with that. I've been hooked on that ever since."

Drugs

"It's up to each person. It doesn't do any good to tell people not to do it. If people want to do 'em then they're gonna do 'em. All I can say is for myself they stopped being a good thing. It became a complete pain in the ass. It was destroying me as a person and I got to the point where I decided to give up. It wasn't like I didn't know 'cos you go through a peroid where you know you're tearing yourself up. I knew I had to stop or everything was gonna go down the tubes."

Sex

"It's pretty important, but to a lot of people it's hard to understand that it doesn't mean much unless you care about the person you're with. I'm lucky, 'cos I do."

Love

"It's a great thing. Everybody needs it and wants it. Life can be pretty bleak without it. I've got a German shepherd and I've had him since he was a puppy, ya' know. I bought him when he was just a twerp. He's three years old, he's healthy, he's big and he can run 40 miles an hour and he's great. I love my dog!

"I've had a steady girl for a few years and it's a great thing. Love makes life a lot easier."

Work

" I worked in a car wash when I was 15. I worked where the cars come out and you have to dry the cars off. In the winter time with the wind chill it can be 10 or 20 below zero, and that was real work getting up at five or six in the morning. It was cold and you've got these towels that are freezing and you're washing these fuckers off. Music is more something that you love to do so it doesn't seem like work. The thought of having to get a real job is difficult. I was never that good at keeping a straight job and getting enough money to do what I wanted to do. At the same time I had to work as a kid. If you gotta do it you do it.

" I've had different jobs. I worked in pizzerias and I actually enjoyed that. That was one job that didn't feel like work unless there was a gig or concert that I wanted to go to. In that case I'd leave work early anyway. I actually liked cooking pizzas, flipping the dough and stuff was cool.

"If I had to get another real job I would probably work in a pizzeria, or I'd work in the car wash and I'd be on the front end. The front end is where the guys would pump gas and vacuum the cars, and these guys were always the envy of everyone else who had it rough. This was back in the '70s when people would drive around with big joints in their cars. They'd smoke half a joint and leave the rest so that when one guy pulls up with half a joint in his ashtray, what happens to the joint? It ends up in the pocket of the guys who are up front who'd smoke them! I think I'd rather work in a pizza place though where it's warm and there's music."

Photo © Paul Jendrasiak, 1993

#izzy stradlin #izzy #jeff isbell #jeffrey dean isbell #izzy stradlin and the ju ju hounds #gnr #guns n roses #gunsnroses #gunsnfuckinroses #80s rock #rockstars #80s #90s rock

[shepardsherd]

Hey guys

I just wanted this to be my full formal apology. I've been needing to write this for a few months and I think I was blocked from the right words to say, out of anger and my own struggles. Let me explain

I started this blog last year to get away from writeblr drama and like, some people I considered friends who we all turned on each other and now no longer speak to each other.

I admit I have a part to play in the blame, what I said and did was wrong and I pushed some very important people away when I didn't intend to. I'm learning to be a better person and learning from my mistakes because sometimes I don't understand things and they're not really explained well.

I thought what I was doing, was helping people but maybe I wasn't doing enough, or I was doing too much of the wrong thing. All I know is, looking back on it - I was wrong. And I was too hurt to see that.

I only want to make writeblr and my friends and everyone else, happy. I want writeblr to be a nice place for everyone to get along with, to get feedback and support and all that jazz.

That doesn't make things better. I know I can't go back and repair the bridges that have been burnt and I can't repair those relationships. But just know that I am very sorry if I ever came across as rude or weird. It was not my intention.

Looking back, I could have done things a lot better and through learning things about myself, I've learned that I need to do better. I want to understand. I want to help.

Words can't describe how sorry I am and I know that won't bring anything back. But hopefully we can look to the future now. I want this year onwards to be a good year for everyone I'm friends with, with those who want to get to know me. I don't want to fall out.

I've met so many wonderful people and I really owe everything to you guys. Ya'll are amazing.

Thank you

Ash Shepard, formerly Athena Anna Rose

@albatris @abalonetea @antique-symbolism @bardicbeetle @blackandwhitecircus @blackrosesandwhump @bard-coded @digital-chance-rb @dyrewrites @endlessburningdarkness @emery-silverton @foxy-lisard @galactic-mystics-writes @garthcelyn @hallowedfury @hippiewrites @icaruspendragon @irilenaps @insidedamienshead @illarian-rambling @isabellebissonrouthier @joshuaorrizonte @jezifster @kalu-chan @kosmic-kore @multi-lefaiye @midnight-blue-moon-princess @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @pheita @pluttskutt @philosophika @pen-of-roses @revenantlore @scribble-dee-vee @sergeantnarwhalwrites @thorlokibrother @that-chibi-writer @theprissythumbelina @uccelletto-di-kokuyo @violetcancerian @vacantgodling @waltzshouldbewriting @wait-a-minute-lassie

#ash shepard updates

[coffeebeanwriting]

Writing Dialogue Tips

1) Slang. Consider how your character’s past and upbringing might change the way they refer to things. Does your character refer to a dog as 'pup’ or ‘beast’? If the latter, was it because they were attacked by a dog as a child? Another example would be referring to a girl as “lassie” or “chick” or “lady”. These all display a different cultural upbringing.

2) Action. Mix in action with your dialogue to make it more natural. As humans, we rarely just stand straight like a post while talking. We move our hands, fiddle with things, have nervous ticks, etc. A great tip is to add in a prop for your characters to mess with while they talk. For example, a soldier talks to a newbie about the harsh realities of war while he cleans his gun.

3) Make sure the dialogue advances the story. This could be revealing a secret through dialogue, further developing your characters, creating or breaking relationships, physically pushing the plot forward, creating conflict for your crew, etc. Some authors go as far as saying to cut any dialogue that does not aid in the progress of the story.

4) Naturally reveal worldbuilding through dialogue. This one is pretty important as it helps to prevent info dumping. If your character arrives somewhere new and knows nothing, or you need to explain something to your readers that is unique to your world, dialogue is a great place to do this. Give your character a mentor who can explain the way things work, or have them meet a character to who they ask questions.

5) Don’t overuse catchphrases. Giving your characters a unique phrase that they say often can bring them to life. Extra points if this phrase enhances your worldbuilding by being unique to your fictional realm. However, if the catchphrase is said too much, it can become unrealistic and a bit annoying to the audience. Here are some examples of catchphrases:

“Cauldron Boil Me!” - A Court of Thorns and Roses “Thank the Maker!” - Star Wars “Old sport.” - A Great Gatsby 

6) Not every character knows the truth. To write enticing dialog, it can be smart to keep in mind that not everyone knows everything. A young man raised in a small village would not understand the slang or politics of a bustling city. Therefore, the way he talks and what he says will be vastly different than the city folk. 

7) So... create conflict and false truths. Expanding on the previous point, if your character doesn’t understand something... it can be human nature to pretend that we do. Does your character spread false information to the reader and characters? If so, this can be a great opportunity for twists and epic reveals. 

8) Using said is okay. You've heard it before, so I won’t say much, but you don’t always need flowery dialogue tags. Sometimes using ‘said’ and be much more impactful. 

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[morethansalad]

Sweet Lassi With Mango & Rose (Vegan)

#vegan #sweets #drinks #indian cuisine #lassi #mango #rosewater #vegan yogurt #cardamom #saffron #pistachios #maple syrup #rose syrup #edible flowers #rose #💛 #💗

[princesssarisa]

I wonder… What are the meaning names of the 12 dancing princesses?

Well, they have different names in different adaptations.

Let's look at the Faerie Tale Theatre version, The Dancing Princesses, where there are only six princesses, and where their names all end in "etta," which means "little":

Jeanetta: "God is gracious."

Coretta: "Maiden" or "heart."

Dinetta: "Judged" or "religion."

Musetta: "Muse" or "bagpipe."

Wanetta: An Anglicized form of "Juanita," which means "God is gracious."

Loretta: "Laurel."

Then there's the Grimm's Fairy Tale Classics anime adaptation, The Worn-Out Dancing Shoes, where there are only three princesses:

Genevieve: "Of the race of woman," "woman of the house," or "white wave."

Julia: "Youthful."

Louise: "Famous in battle."

Now let's look at the Barbie version, where there are twelve princesses, named alphabetically:

Ashlyn: Either an Anglicized form of "Aisling," meaning "dream" or "vision," or a form of "Ashley," meaning "ash tree clearing."

Blair: "Field."

Courtney: "Short nose."

Delia: "Of Delos" or "noble."

Edeline: "Noble."

Fallon: "Leader."

Genevieve: "Of the race of woman," "woman of the house," or "white wave."

Hadley: "Heather field."

Isla: "Island."

Janessa: "God is gracious."

Kathleen: "Far off" or "pure."

Lacey: "Of Lassy" (a town in Normandy) or "resembling or trimmed with lace."

Then there's Jessica Day George's novel Princess of the Midnight Ball, which I haven't read yet but which I'd like to because I have read and loved some of George's other books. In that retelling, the princesses are all named after flowers: Rose, Lily, Jonquil, Hyacinth, Violet, Daisy, Poppy, Iris, Lilac, Orchid, Pansy, and Petunia.

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[ragingbookdragon]

Wild Mountain Thyme

Lindir x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: None

Author's Note: #wouldtoteswhoremyselfoutfortheelves :) <3 -Thorne

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It was, the act of Bofur getting up on a log and singing whilst his brothers threw food and silverware at one another that made her stand from her seat at Elrond’s table, hands flat on the wooden surface as she hissed, “Bofur. Get. Down.” Her eyes narrowed on the dwarf. “Right. Now,” she glowered, and he sheepishly did so, the rest of them going silent. She inhaled deeply, clearing her throat as she suggested, or threatened, “Why don’t you lot go clean up? You’ve had more than a fill of dinner.” It only took one solid glare from her to have them all rising from the tables and hurrying off somewhere down the halls.

She collapsed back into her chair and looked at Elrond. “My lord, I am, so sorry.”

Elrond chuckled. “Believe it or not, these would not be the first dwarves I’ve encountered before.”

“Yes, but I have half a mind to believe that the only reason they are acting so rudely is because we are in the presence of his lordship.” She looked to the other elves around, quietly murmuring an apology though many simply smiled politely; her eyes fell on the elf behind Elrond to his left and she smiled at him, tipping her head.

He must’ve taken that as an initiative because he grabbed a gorgeous crystal pitcher and asked, “Would you like some more wine?”

“Oh!” her smile grew, and she lifted her cup. “Please, uh, I don’t believe I ever caught your name.”

“Lindir,” he replied, pouring into her goblet. “My name is Lindir.”

“You have a beautiful name, Lindir,” she complimented. “What does it mean?”

He paused and met her gaze, almost as if confused that she was engaging in conversation with him rather than the others at the table; he happened to glance towards Elrond who gave him a rather hidden smile and gestured to the empty seat beside her. Lindir sat down and the other elves placed a plate in front of him, filling his wine goblet.

“My name comes from the word in our language, ‘lind’ meaning sing or chant.”

“Are you a singer?” she asked, and he cleared his throat, cheeks tinting pink.

“N-no, not often.”

“No need to be so bashful,” Elrond quipped and looked at her. “Lindir has a wonderful voice. Peaceful, soft, perfect for long ballads.”

Lindir looked as if he could match shades with the wine in their cups. “My lord,” he pleaded. “Please.”

Elrond simply smiled as if he hadn’t said a thing, continuing his conversation with Gandalf; she turned to him. “I haven’t had the chance, since Bofur made a fool,” she muttered under her voice. “But I’m a songstress.” She smiled proudly. “Once when I was a little girl, I sang for the hobbits in the Shire when my father and I passed through. I don’t think Bilbo remembers me, but then again it was almost three decades ago, so it’s understandable.”

“Perhaps you could sing for us?” Gandalf inquired, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he added, “Your voice is so lovely, my dear.”

She felt a bit flustered as the attention shifted to her and she hurriedly said, “Oh no, not after our bawdy tune.”

Elrond waved it off. “I choose to believe that your voice is much more dazzling than his.”

Swallowing thickly, she rose from the table and stiffly walked to where the center of the tables was, the elves who had been cleaning, now shifting out of the way. She inhaled deeply, let her shoulders loosen, and put on a beautiful smile as she began to sing.

“O the summer time has come, and the trees are sweetly bloomin’. And the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin’ heather. Will ye go lassie go? And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather. Will ye go lassie go?”

Her eyes began to slip shut as she remembered her father singing the song to her as they readied themselves when she was a young girl, to go pick flowers on the mountainside.

“I will build my love a bower, by yon pure crystal fountain. And round it I will place all the flowers o’ the mountain. Will ye go lassie go? And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather will ye go lassie go?”

It brought a sweet sorrow to her chest and her voice almost faltered as she thought of the last time she held her father’s hand, a basket of thyme in the other as they walked down the mountain path.

“I will range through the wilds, and the deep glen sae dreamy. And return wi’ the spoils, tae the bower o’ my dearie, will ye go lassie go?”

Her voice filled the air with a grace and many of the elves found themselves rather surprised at the songstress before them. Her voice softened around them, tears filling her eyes as she thought of her dearly departed father.

“If my true love he were gone, I would surely find another to pull wild mountain thyme, all round the bloomin’ heather, will ye go lassie go?”

Her voice began to rise, and the elves began to play the instruments they had, finding the key with ease; her eyes opened, and she smiled widely at them as she began to dance around.

“And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather, will ye go lassie go? And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather. Will ye go lassie go?”

She danced as the elves played, coming to rest at Lindir’s shoulder as she finished gently, “Will ye go lassie go?”

Silence filled the air, and she couldn’t help but smile at the elf as he slowly began to clap, the others around following in suit, and she pranced back to where she’d originally stood and took a bow.

“Thank you, thank you,” she cooed. “I’m taking offers to be someone’s personal songstress if anyone is willing. All you have to do is feed and clothe me and I will sing for you whenever you wish.” A few chuckles sounded from Elrond and Gandalf, and she heard a clamor from down the halls. Immediately she frowned, and she looked at Elrond. “I’m going to go find those dwarves before we get banned from Rivendell.”

Elrond waved her off and he happened to look at Lindir who was watching her leave with an almost lovestruck expression. “Lindir, if I knew not better, I would believe you have fallen in love with her.”

Instantaneously, the elf stood up, jostling the table, the plate, and his wine, knocking it over. “What—I—No, oh,” he hurried, flustered as he righted everything, wiping the wine up. “I must take absence, Lord Elrond, please excuse me.”

He quickly walked off and Gandalf looked over at Elrond. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I did not a thing.”

“Teasing the poor boy.”

Elrond sighed. “I’ve been waiting for Lindir to find a wife. Who could imagine the Gods would send a human to him.”

Gandalf sat back in his seat, smiling contently. “They will make a wonderful pairing.”

The elf raised his goblet, clinking it with the wizard’s. “That they will.”

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