How to celebrate Lughnasadh/Lammas 🌾

Hello my witchy friends! I am going to talk about Lughnasadh/Lammas and some ways to celebrate it.

First off a quick summary of Lughnasadh/Lammas, Lughnasadh/Lammas is a Irish festival marking the harvest season, it’s starts on August 1st!

Now some ways to celebrate Lughnasadh/Lammas 🌾

Candles 🕯

You can light a orange, yellow, red, or green candles to celebrate the seasonal energy as the earth heads into the harvest season and you can add it to your altar 🕯

Baking bread 🥖

Baking some bread for Lughnasadh/Lammas is a common ritual, here is a recipe to bake bread for Lughnasadh/Lammas!

Sourdough Braided Bread 🍞

Original recipe (press link)

-Ingredients

• 1 1/2 cups whole milk warmed to 100-110 degrees F

• 1/2 cup whole wheat flower

• 1/4 teaspoon active dried yeast (optional)

• 2 tablespoons butter(softened)

• 2 1/2 cups bread flour

• 1 teaspoon sea salt

• 1/4 cup dried calendula petals

• 1/4 cup sunflower seeds(divided)

• 2 tablespoon of raw honey

-Instructions

* In a large bowl or in a stand mixer, add the sourdough starter, whole milk, whole wheat flour, honey. Stir well to combine. If you are not confident your starters ability to "lift" your loaf (perhaps it is still young and hasn't fully developed), sprinkle the yeast over this mixture to hydrate. Let this mixture sit for approximately 20 minutes, after which you should see some bubbles forming.

* Remove 2 tablespoons of sunflowers from the called for amount and set aside. Coarsely chop the remaining seeds.

* Add softened butter, salt, calendula flowers, and sunflower seeds to the starter mixture. Mix and add bread flour in batches until the dough is cohesive and slightly sticky.

* Turn dough out onto a floured surface and knead, adding flour, until the dough forms a smooth elastic ball -- about five minutes. The dough should be very soft, but not sticky.

* Place dough in a buttered or oiled bowl and cover with plastic film or a towel. Let rise for about 1 1/2 hours or until doubled in volume.

* Turn dough out onto a floured surface and pat into a 12"x6" rectangle, approximately. Cut dough lengthwise into three logs. Separate the dough logs slightly and select a center point. From the center of the dough logs, braid dough from the center to the end, repeating on on the other side.

* Transfer braided dough loaf, to a parchment lined or buttered baking pan, tucking the ends under, I prefer a ceramic baking dish with sides, just slightly bigger than the dough braid itself to discourage spread in the next steps. Cover with plastic film or a towel and let rise until doubled in size, about an hour.

* Remove plastic film or towel and brush loaf with an egg wash created from one egg beaten with a small bit of water. Sprinkle the top of the loaf with the reserved sunflower seeds. Bake in a preheated 375 degree F oven for 25-32 minutes, until the top is evenly golden and the loaf sounds hollow if tapped (I suggest rotating at least once while cooking).

* After baking, remove from oven and cool completely before slicing.

- Xoxo Enjoy luv

Decorate your altar for Lughnasadh/Lammas ✨

Decorate your altar for Lughnasadh/Lammas! You can add flowers that are in season (sunflowers, zinnia, black eyed Susans, snapdragson, cone flowers etc) or add some crystals that support the season like Carnelian, Pyrite, Citrine, Green Aventurine, Tiger’s Eye and of course you can add candles (I talked about it in the beginning ^_^)

Clean up 🧹

To show gratitude for our planet head down to your local park, beach, walking trails, etc. and clean it up. This would show how grateful you are for Mother Nature and your helping the environment :)

Spell Jars 🌙

My favorite thing to do is make spell jars and of course we have to make a spell jar for Lughnasadh/Lammas!

Let’s make a prosperity and abundance spell jar for Lammas

-Ingredients

• Cleanse Jar

• Basil- wealth/good fortune

• Adventurnite- luck/abundance

• Thyme- bringing abundance

• Dried Sunflower- flower that is in season for Lughnasadh/Lammas

• Cloves- attract good luck

• Orange Candle to seal it- if you do not have a orange candle you can use a white candle

You can set this spell jar on your altar for Lughnasadh/Lammas!!

Fun Activities 🌿

Here are some cool fun activities to do for Lughnasadh/Lammas!

- Corn Dolly

You can make a corn dolly and add it your altar, it’s a cute activity and very relaxing to do

- Bonfire

Invite some friends and family members to sit down and enjoy a bonfire, you can reflect and think about bad habits and how you can change them or if you do not want to do a bonfire you can light a candle and reflect on your journal/meditate 🧘

Feast 🍂

Lughnasadh/Lammas is all about giving thanks for the delicious bounty of the first harvest! Here are more recipes for Lughnasadh/Lammas feast!

Barley Mushroom Soup 🥣

The original recipes I got it from (press the link)

• 5 Cups. vegetable broth

• 1 Cups. Barley (uncooked)

• 1/2 lb. mushrooms (use morels or enoki for a woodsy flavor)

• 1/2 C. onion (diced)

• 1/2 C. fresh carrots (chopped)

• 1/2 C. celery (chopped)

• 2 cloves fresh garlic (minced)

• Salt and pepper to taste

- Directions

* Bring the vegetable broth to a low rolling boil on the stove and then reduce heat. Add the mushrooms, onions, carrots and celery, and allow to simmer for ten minutes. Add the barley and garlic, cover and simmer for another hour.

* Add salt and pepper, seasoning to taste. Top with fresh croutons and chives, if you've got them handy. Serve as a side dish at your Lammas celebration, accompanied by a nice soft chunk of buttered bread!

Roasted Garlic Corn 🌽

The original recipes I got it from (press the link)

• Unshucked corn cobs

• A pot of water

• Butter

• Minced garlic

• Salt, pepper, and paprika

- Directions

* Soak the corn cobs in the pot of water—leave the husk on—and let them sit for an hour or two. This will make the corn cobs nice and moist.

* Put the wet corn cobs, still in their husks, on a grill. If you're lucky enough to be using a campfire, drop them into the white coals on the edge of the fire ring. Turn the corn cobs once in a while, and let them cook for about half an hour. You'll know they're done when the husk is dry and slightly burnt.

* Remove the corn cobs from the grill and let them sit for a few minutes to cool a little. Don't let them get cold. Peel the husk all the way back and use it for a handle, or use wooden skewer sticks. Brush the cob with butter, and sprinkle with garlic, salt, pepper and paprika.

If you press the links I put under the recipes you can see even more recipes for the feat!

Have a Happy Lughnasadh/Lammas! 🌾

-Xoxo Angie

Siempre digo que no voy a caer.

Pedro Suárez dijo que la vida es como un caballo salvaje que se debe aprender a montar, y llega el momento en el que ya, ya no rebota más. Con el tiempo entiendes que cerrar ciclos no significa cerrar historias.

Y quizás, al final de todo, nunca hay un yo. Somos la copia de la copia de alguna otra copia, el conjunto de experiencias azarosas sin tanta entropia, sé que todo sigue un orden, todo lo que seré ya lo soy, está dentro mío. Solo debes aprender a dejar ir, así el caballo no se mueve con tanta fuerza.

Just was thinking about them 👀

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그 끝엔 꿈의 낙원이 가득해

jungkook layouts ⋆ ᤴ ꪆ ᥀ ៹ ⌕ ˘³˘

Somethings going on just look around

Fear is on the rise

And there’s blood all over the ground

Let’s all just blindfold the poor

We must remind them what’s in store

We got them now

Just break them down a little bit more…

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So how’s about that new episode y’all? :)

Hope you all enjoy this art in honor of the new (a)sides video and as a friendly reminder I am still hoping to find motivation to finish this AU’s story!

Orange side, here we come!

Lay Me Down Tonight

BUCKY BARNES X READER

SUMMARY: You are a newly recruited Avenger, with nightmares haunting your sleep. No one knows about your story, but you can't keep it a secret for always.

WARNINGS: Nightmares, Attempted assault, Panic attack - please let me know if I missed any warnings :)

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You shoot upright, sweat trickling down your temples, joining the salty liquids that leave streaks on your cheeks. 'It was just a dream, just a dream' you try to reassure yourself, like you have for the past two weeks. Eyes flicking around the room for anyone lurking in the shadows and ears pricking up to listen to the quietest sounds of the night.

...

"What are we watching?" you ask as you make yourself comfortable on the large couch - popcorn bowl under one arm and a packet of jelly beans in your other hand. "Fractured" Steve answers as he presses 'play' on the remote. Halfway through the movie, the words fly over your head and each minute weighs heavily on your eyelids, until your eyes stay shut - the fluorescent pixels exchanged for dark shadows.

You were walking home, the only sound your humming of the tunes you heard on the radio, while serving coffee to your customers. Your vision was blurry and your ears were ringing, from the concoction of to much caffeine, to little sleep and a smidgen of food. It was a protracted day and you were ready to drown in your comfortable, oversized clothes and sink further into the depths of overdued sleep.

After the movie, everyone started retreating back to the comforts of their own rooms. Bucky took a look at your figure still lying on the couch, fast asleep - peaceful to the eye, but hostile to your mind - he took the blanket from the seat he had been sitting on, gently covering your body from the cold of the night.  

In mind and soul you were already at home, but in body you were yanked into an alley, the street lights fading away and a calloused hand squeezing around your airway. Your mouth fell agape from shock, to much pressure and to little oxygen. It was only when you were desperately wheezing, feeling your life evaporate into thin air, that you started thrashing. "N--o...pl---e--se...h-e-lp---" the strangulated cries left your throat.

Your eyes shot open, but yet you didn't know if you found yourself in reality or a nightmare, in danger or safety. You scratched at your throat, muttering silently "please, no...just leave me" "what do you want from me?" and then the dam broke. Your tears were coursing down your cheeks and sobs wracked your body. Your breathing was labored, loud and erratic and your body was shaking violently.

Bucky could have sworn his heart shattered into a million pieces, against his ribcage, at your pleas. He swiftly, but carefully makes his way to your side, pulling your scratching nails away from your throat, scared that you are going to draw blood. "Hey, hey, hey...it's Bucky" you stilled for a moment, a feeling of familiarity nudging at your heart, telling you to calm down. But the prolonged silence, makes your mind run a thousand miles an hour - all the 'what ifs' and the 'if onlys' caving their path deeper into your brain. 'What if he didn't loosen his grip?" 'If only I took the other route home'

"You're safe Y/N, I got you" Bucky placed his hand on your shoulder, testing the unfamiliar waters. You were staring at him through glassy, emotionless eyes, segregated from this world, still trembling. When you didn't flinch, he gently enveloped you in a hug - tight enough for you to know you are safe, but loose enough for you to pull away with any discomfort. "Come back to me Y/N" he whispered into your ear as he drew small, calm circles on the small of your back.

"Do you remember that night I couldn't sleep? he asked rhetorically. "you took me to the kitchen and taught me how to make brownies." "or the day I taught you how to play your favorite song on the piano" he paused, slightly pulling back from the hug to look at your features.

"you knew all about my dark, ugly past and yet you decided to ignore it. I still haven't figured out why though" Bucky let out a heavy sigh. "Because we all have a past, and sometimes it's best to move on and focus on the future." you whisper.

"Hey" Bucky softly said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. "I lost you there for a second, doll" he breathily laughs. "I'm sorry, it hasn't been THIS bad, I've been able to control it up until now" you guiltily say. "How long has...this, been going on?" Bucky sincerely, but carefully asks. "About two weeks" you whisper, tears threatening to spill again. "Let it out Y/N, I'm here and I am not letting you go" and for the second time that night you are securely held in Bucky's arms as you dispose of all the pent-up tears. Bucky just holds you as you cry, whispering sweet, comforting words into your ears every now and then. As the tears stop and the only sign of them ever existing are the streaks on your face, you push away from Bucky.

I am pathetic, he was tortured by HYDRA for 70 years and here I am getting nightmares about some stupid thing that happened two weeks ago'  you mentally scold yourself  "I can see the gears turning doll... " Bucky says. "Is it okay if I tell you my drea-- nightmare?" you ask, getting angry at yourself for being so vulnerable and weak. "Of course doll, anything if it makes you feel better" Bucky answers, moving his hand from the small of your back to trace patterns on your tremulous hands. "But only if you want to, I don't want you to feel like you HAVE to give me an explanation, because we can just lay here for the rest of the night --" "I want to tell someone Bucky.. I want to tell you" you interrupt him.

As you tell Bucky about the encounter you had two weeks ago, he never utters one word, he just listens - allowing you to dump your garbage on his porch. Sometimes during the story, your voice falters and Bucky pulls you closer to his chest, stroking your hair and exaggerating his breath for you to copy and then you continue again with newly found bravery. "With all the thrashing his grip loosened around my neck and then I kicked one more time before he completely let go. And then I just ran. And this is all so stupid" Bucky furrows his brows, signaling for you to continue. "You have been through hell and back and here I am having nightmares and a breakdown over something that happened once." now you have put every piece, every thought you have on display for Bucky, to judge you, pity you, do whatever he pleases.

"Listen to me Y/N" he cups your cheeks in his hands "just because you weren't tortured or brainwashed, doesn't mean you don't get to be sad or angry or skip the nightmares. You are allowed to feel this way, to feel scared... vulnerable, feel like this is never gonna stop." Bucky takes your hands in his and leaves a kiss to your knuckles. "I'm not going to let you struggle through this alone, I'm going to be here every step of the way..." "Now let's get you to bed" and with that he picks you up bridal style, carrying you to your room.

He lays you down on the bed, pulls the duvet to your chin and switches of the lamp on the night stand. "Bucky" you whisper and he barely catches the words, tumbling from your lips "willyoustaywithme?" "Of course doll" he smiles, pulling back the duvet and climbing in next to you. You move closer to him and nuzzle into his warm embrace, visibly relaxing for the first time that night. "Thank you" you sleepily whisper into Bucky's chest.

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The Captain vs. The Seven Nation Army

My lovely @nashibirne posted a challenge last friday with the idea of Henry Cavill or one of his characters doing a private striptease for their woman. I reblogged with a rough idea here but did not think I'd manage to actually put it in a drabble, considering I have been sturggeling to write for weeks now. What can I say, an idea how to play it out rooted itself in my head and I drabbled on my phone, seeing how far it would go. So here we are, I hope you enjoy.

It's only roughly proofread and not beta'd, you have been warnend.

Words: 1.153

Warnings: Implied sexual acts I guess? Mentions of PTSD

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The song featured hin this fic:

Sy had been working on your vehicles all day. He had those days where he needed to hide away, especially after his PTSD gave him a rough night. He had statet at breakfast that both your cars and his motorcycle would need a change of oil and a general lookover would not hurt either. Grabbing some breakfast and the whole pot of coffee he had vanished toward the barn. He had occupied and converted the barn into his garage and workshop. Both of you had made other plans for the day but you knew how much he needed that escape, even if working on all available vehicles at once meant you would not leave your farm today either. You had caught glimpses of him when you'd exchanged the empty coffee pot for a full one and left a plate of sandwiches around lunchtime. The state of the garage could only be described as battlefield, some old school rock blaring from his Alexa Bluetooth speaker.

He had hated that Alexa thing when he had been given that thing for Christmas by his niece. That attitude towards the device had changed quickly after he had learned how easily it would play his favourite bands and songs on command. Two things Sy appreciated a lot - music and someone following his commands without hesitation. Now he carried Alexa every place he went and had a wireless internet connection on your property. He cut down every suggestion of buying one or two more of those to be placed strategically around the house "you would not want me to have more of your kind around here, would ya darlin?". That would mark the end of your discussion every time.

It had gotten quite late and you were contemplating whether to get started on dinner or ordering some pizza, when you heard the door connecting the mudroom and the kitchen opening. Turning around you spotted Sy in one of his older signature band shirts, though the band logo of this one was faded to indecipherability and contained more wholes than you were willing to count. He looked as if he had showered in motor oil and something else unrecognisable. Calling him dirty or grimey wouldn't cover the state your boyfriend was in. The only thing unstained being the Alexa device in his left hand. Though the dark smudges of dirt made his blue eyes stand out even more. He was two steps into the kitchen when you snapped out of your distraction. "What do ya think ya doin? Do not dare to step into this house, bringing in all that dirt! Get back and out of these clothes now, mister!".

He stopped at that and shot you a glare you could not decipher. Clearly he was torn between his initial plan and not wanting to cross you. Heaving a dramatic sigh, he turned on the spot and stepped back into the mudroom. Bending down, he set Alexa down on the ground and started to unlace his well-worn combat boots. In the middle of taking off the second boot he stopped, looking up at you, eyes twinkling with the kind of mischief that meant he was up to no good.

He took off the remaining boot and socks and stood up to his full height. His military training showing through the way he stood at ease. Feet at a hip wide stance, breast puffed out, arms behind his back and bearded chin lightly raised.

"You could have just said you want me stripped sugar, no need to blame my clothes." He eyed you up and down with a well-known hunger before he locked his eyes with yours and commanded "Alexa, play seven nation army".

He never broke eye contact when the familiar bass tune started to play, raising his right eyebrow at you. When the drums set in, he started to move his hip side to side with the beat. As the singer started his lines his hands wandered up slowly from his belly to the collar of his shirt.

Gripping it and flexing his muscles, he ripped the fabric straight to the echo of the third line of the song going "they're gonna rip it off".

Not knowing where to look at first, your eyes kept traveling down his defined torso, covered in the soft fur you loved to burry your fingers in, further to his moving hips and back up to his face. His eyes still trained directly at yours, never leaving while he kept moving to the beat.

Shrugging his torn shirt off his left shoulder slowly but steadily, then off his right, he let it fall to the ground. After that he began to roll his hips in a motion, that was so familiar to you, you almost felt it deep in your core. His hands roaming his body up and down till they settled on his belt, gripping it close before slowly starting to unbuckle it.

An intense heat travelled right through your body, this felt unreal. You never understood your friend’s obsession for men-strip. Sy was an awful dancer to say the least. But your beast of a man, standing there, rolling his hips like he usually did while grinding deep into your core, his serious gaze never leaving you, that bothered you in a way you never thought possible. You had not even realised you had moved closer to him, when the first thing he said after commanding Alexa to play the song was a deep warning "better keep your hands to yourself lady".

After unbuckling his belt, he loosened the button of his trousers, followed by his zip.

Turning around he started to alternate his movements between the swaying sideways motion he had started off with and the hip roll that did all kind of things to you. Giving you a few moments to admire the rippling muscles of his back, he slowly advanced to shoving his rather tight jeans along with his boxers down his magnificent butt, shaking it slightly.

What followed wasn't sexy in anyone’s book. Trying to wiggle his way out of his jeans and boxers in an alluring way, his foot somehow got caught in the process, made him loose balance and send him falling to the ground in the probably most ungracious way with a loud thud that made both of you hold your breath for a heartbeat until your eyes met, sending you and Sy into a fit of laughter.

You were still giggling when he proceeded to take of the remaining parts of cloth and got up, now stark naked in all his glory, stalking straight towards you.

Pulling you flush to his body, he kissed your forehead, temple, your cheek, letting his hands roam across your body. Proceeding to your ear he whispered, "Now let me take a shower and get settled in the bedroom, it's your turn to show off your moves next".

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Bilmezdin Sevgili!..

Bu gönülde nasıl bir yer edindiğini..

Saçlarını dalgalandıran rüzgarın eşliğinde en sevdiğin şarkıyı fısıldarken,

Ben bir söğüt gölgesi altında sensizliğin verdiği acıyı yudumluyordum..

Şikayetim yoktu..

Yokluğun bile umuttu..

Aşkla Kalın, Hayırlı Geceler..☕🌙

Vesselam...

M.Y.

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He Don't Wanna Marry Me

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader post-TFATWS Drabble

Inspiration: Marry Me - Thomas Rhett

Background Info: It's been 5 years since you meet Bucky and it was all thanks to your best friend Sam Wilson. Your 4 year relationship with Bucky had been going well, like every relationship you two had your highs and your lows and than came the constant 6 month flow of rain before the hurricane.

⚠️Warnings: • Cursing •Angst •Mentions of general argument between reader & Bucky⚠️

Sam was already prepared to make his way to the docks if either of his friends needed support. But after the phone call he received from his neighbor Carol, where he could hear the yelling in the background and eventually the sound of Bucky's motorcycle taking off, he raced to the docks. His concern grew as he saw you sitting at the end of the dock, your knees tucked under your chin, like when you were a kid.

"What happened?" Sam asked, sitting down next to you

"Bucky..." You pull your knees closer to your chest, sniffling "He wants to get married"

"Oh" Sam stays quiet for a moment "Is it safe to assume that you did-"

Tears filling your eyes once again, "He doesn't wanna marry me"

Sam places a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you

"Lily- that's who he wants to marry" You chuckle bitterly "It turns they've been fucking each other for two years"

"Y/N, I'm- "

"How could he cheat on me? How could he, Sam?!?" The tears finally falling from your eyes

Knowing the question was rehortical and that he didn't have an honest answer Sam stayed quiet

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anyways, as promise here's the haitani bros 💕 also, i put my sig there bcs this took shit ton of my time so i feel like putting it.

my school will be starting this august 9 so i can't post much now 😒💔

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ONLY A FOOL FOR YOU // RAN HAITANI

I’m only a fool for you

He would do anything for you. He’s captivated by your eyes and how you smile widely whenever you talk to him. He’s so warm when he’s around you. He even tried not to use his baton again because you forbid him. You told him that it hurts to see other people get hurt. His subordinate thought he’s gone soft because of you. Practically, you’re his weakness. A word from you is a word from Goddess for him. At first, you thought he was manipulating to make you think that he’s in love with you. But deep down he’s actually falls head over heels for you. If someone ask him, what makes him lose all his cruelness. He would smile because the thought of you filling his mind.

He ignores terrible things other people say about you. He refuses to acknowledge all the red flag you have. He knows that you could never love him. He notices it when you talk leisurely with his brother. How you unconsciously touch his brother’s hand whenever you talk with him. He realizes it but he chooses to ignore it. Of course you know about ran blindly following your demands. You know his suffering when you kiss his brother in front of him. You may act innocent but actually you feel like you win the game. You know about him being cocky and you thought make him fall for you would be a great deal for you.

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But now you're a stranger And I'm still July But don't you remember August, honey, you were mine

August — Flipturn

𝙼𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 🌎

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knock knock knock

“…..?” You groggily sit up, turning towards the window.

There, in all his glory, was Kalim Al-Asim.

“Prefect! Come over here, let’s go on a night ride!”

“Hmm, sure, Kalim.” You answer sleepily, reaching for your blanket-

“….wait.” You turn back around, looking at the Scarabia Dorm Leader, “Eh?!”

Waking up to Kalim on a magic carpet knocking at your window at 10 in the night was never one of your plans.

Well… now it was? Not that you mind, spending time with the boy was always fun.

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