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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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A day at the farmers market with cottagecare!Harry

Summary: The styles family spends a day at the farmers market :)

warnings: possible swearing

“Morning” Harry yawns, coming downstairs, walking down the creaky steps of their cottage. “Good morning, honey” Y/n softly calls, whipping something up in the kitchen, making what looks to be a mixed berry smoothie. Harry yawns, wrapping his arms around his little girl and kissing her cheek multiple times, saying a good morning. She clings to his Henley, saying good morning to him while she smacks on her fruit.

Harry pulls his little boy out of the bassinet he was laying in, smiling down at him and kissing his forehead. “What are you making, dovie?” Harry asks, patting Forests bum. Y/n scoops out the dark purple colored smoothie like substance out of the blender, putting it in a mason jar- like almost every other thing in their kitchen. “It’s baby food,” Y/n says, holding a small multi-colored baby spoon up to Forrest's lips with the thick baby food on it. The little boy opens his mouth the smallest bit, taking the spoon in.

“My love, we can just buy that.” Harry says, making Y/n shake her head.

“And we can just buy a lot of things we make but I’m not feeding my baby’s that crap.” Y/n says, pulling Forest into her arms.

“The farmers market opens today, I want to go up there and look around then sell some of our stuff. I love doing that” Harry explains, going back over to violet and giving her a hug. The almost two year old clings to her daddy, Harry pulling her out of the chair and up into his arms, giving her a proper morning cuddle. “That would be nice. The weather is a bit rainy today though,” Y/n hums, reaching up to find a lid for the mason jar before stashing the baby food away in their vintage fridge.

Y/n sets a bowl of oats and berries down next to Harry, giving him a peck before telling Violet that she needs to finish her breakfast. Violet's face scrunches up, covering her daddy’s mouth. “Icky!” She says, making the couple laugh. “Go eat your breakfast, sweet pea” Harry says, letting her down from his arms and letting her toddle her way back over to her own seat.

“M’ I love this weather” Y/n sighs, opening a window, welcoming the fresh breeze in their stuffy cottage, the fresh scent and sound of rain now hammering through their home. “Know y’ do” Harry smiles, Y/n joining them at the wooden table, setting her own bowl down, Forest latched to her.

“It’s the perfect day to go to the farmers market, just have to dress the little ones for the colder days.” Y/n says, Harry giving her a warm sleepy smile, reaching over to give her hand a squeeze. “I bet the ducks are enjoying this” Harry adds, Y/n nodding at his words and Violet clapping her hands together while she munches on some honey covered fruit. The honey from their own bees they take care of, outside in their brood box.

“Definitely,” Y/n breaths, letting her eyes fall closed for a second to let the sound of the rain relax her before opening them back up, diving into her breakfast.

“Honey, have you seen my glasses?” Harry asks, trudging down the stairs, ready for a day at the farmers market. He’s dressed in a ribbed cotton shirt- a warm brown color, along with a pair of brown plaid pants to go with it, some daisies stitched in the pockets that he asked Y/n to add just for him, and a forest green beanie to keep his curls from getting wet- but all he needs are his glasses to finish the look. “I’ll give you two guesses, baby” Y/n says, packing some small snacks for Violet while they are gone for a good chunk of the day.

“Do you have them?” Harry asks, rounding his way to the kitchen, seeing his circle lenses on the top of her head. “How did you know?” She teases, Harry shrugging and pulling them from her and onto his eyes, pushing them up his nose.

“Let’s go,” Y/n sings, pulling Forest into her arms and pulling the diaper bag onto her shoulder. Harry reached out for his daughter, holding a hand out for her. “Come here, little one” Harry calls out for violet, she stampers over to her daddy after placing her crayons down. She reaches for his hand, Harry pulling her up instead, resting her on his hip.

They walk out of the cottage, locking the door and walking out of the gate. They walk over to their Volkswagen bus, a white and orange one. They originally got it because they both love the sixties aesthetic of it and it was a good way to haul everything from their little farm, but now they have grown to love it for more than just farm usage. “Let’s buckle you up,” Harry coos, placing Violet in her car seat while Y/n buckles Forest in his much larger car seat, making sure he is comfortable and secure. Harry makes sure Violet is comfortable before sliding the door shut and getting in the driver's seat.

“Did you bring a lot of honey?” Y/n asks, cradling Forest to her chest, patting his bum softly while Violet sets behind them, snacking on some grapes. She’s a hungry girl.

Harry nods, setting mason jars over the while fold out table that was already set up at the farmers market, under a small canopy “Yeah, and I brought some pumpkin jam too” Harry notes, setting everything up in rows, organizing them and grouping them all together neatly into their separate categories. Y/n nods, kissing Forest's hand, warming up her small baby. Harry turns, wrapping his arms around violet in a warm hug, resting his chin on top of her head. She wraps her small arms around him, giving him a squeeze. “I love you” Harry says, kissing her head.

“Love you!” Violet says, making Harry smile, kissing her cheek. Y/n holds Forest up, looking at him suspiciously. “Babe, I need to go change Forest” Y/n says, stepping out of the beige topped canopy and grabbing the diaper bag she had packed just before they left. Harry nods, pulling violet close to him. They hate that they are such ‘helicopter parents’ but they can’t help it, they both mainly work from home and they love their children more than anything in this world. “Okay, I’ll just keep Violet close to me.” Harry hums, playing with the small pig tails that spring on the top of violet's hair. “So you don’t get stolen because you are so cute!” Harry coos, making Y/n give him a strange look, walking back to their bus.

Harry sells a couple jars of honey and some strawberry jelly while they are gone, coming back with a blue knit hat on Forest’s head, a big embroidered bumble bee on the front of it. “Where did you find that, honey?” Harry asks, violet standing in front of him, playing with his wedding ring. “A lady sold it at her stand so I bought it from her” she says, tucking Forest in his car seat and giving him a small stuffed animal that has a rattle in the belly- it’s one of his favorite toys.

“Do you think he’s gonna stay blonde?” Harry asks, the boy only having a thin layer of hair coating his head, it’s a blonde color- almost just like Harry’s when he was a toddler. Even though Harry had the beautiful luscious locks that he has now he didn’t really start getting hair until he was around one year old. “Probably not,” Y/n says, holding a hand out for violet.

“Hello,” an older woman sings, making the couple turn their head, putting on a warm smile to welcome the customer. “Hi!” Violet chirps, making everyone laugh, Harry softly rubbing her back. “You two look so young! Are these your kids?” She asks, the couple nodding, Y/n trying to calm the slightly fussy baby. It’s noisy at the farmers market and Forest needs to sleep, he is only three months after all.

“How old are you two?” She makes light conversation while picking out a couple of jars of jam and a jar of honey looking over all the different items they are selling today. “I’m twenty four and she is twenty three” Harry says, the woman nodding. She looks around some more, picking out some of their fruit before letting Harry ring her up.

“So you make this all yourself?” The woman asks, looking at the mason jar with twine wrapped around the neck of it, a tag on it that reads ‘strawberry jam’ in Y/n's chicken scratch handwriting. “Yeah, we have a big garden and some bees, we make it all ourselves” he says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and humming while the woman hands him the money. Violet clings to his leg while he talks to the woman, her arms wrapped around his thigh and her face shoved into his leg, Harry softly rubbing her back and giving it light scratches every now and then.

“Thank you,” the woman sings before walking off, her goodies all wrapped up in a paper bag Harry had given her. “Thank you!” Harry cheers back, bending down and wrapping Violet in a hug, “‘m tired, daddy” Violet says, Harry nodding and rubbing her back, her shirt rising up and exposing her soft back. “I know, pumpkin, I know” Harry says, pulling her up on his hip and holding her close to him, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

“Foggy,” Violet says, patting Harry’s chest. Harry nods, walking over to his wife and opening the diaper bag, finding Violets (rather large for her size) frog plushie that Harry had actually made for her. “Here, love-bug,” Harry says, Violet taking her frog in her arms and cuddling it, laying her head back on her daddy’s shoulder, trying to sleep.

“He’s asleep,” Y/n says, Harry turning and seeing his boy asleep in his car seat, mouth open. Harry chuckles, softly scratching Violets back.

A large man comes up, suspenders attached to his hefty jeans, he must be a farmer. He looks through some of their stuff, his big husky hands grabbing at one of their jars of pepper jelly. He grabs a jar of honey, some peaches, and jalapenos, setting it all down in front of Harry. “Is this all for you?” He hums, trying to be polite to the intimidating man, stuffing it all into a paper bag with the arm that wasn’t cradling Violet to his chest.

The man nods, breathing harshly through his nose. Harry nods, sliding the bag towards him, “Fourteen dollars,” he says, the man nodding and digging some money out of his dark leather wallet, plucking a few bills out and handing them to Harry.

“Thank you!” Harry chirps, shoving the money in the little tin box. The man nods, taking his bag and walking off, leaving the family alone again.

“I’d say we did pretty good today” Harry says, the day now dwindling down, finally putting the remnants of what they hadn't sold up. Their jars on a shelf and their fruit and veggies stored either on the fridge or on their big fruit and veggie baskets. “Yeah, we sold a lot. I’m just happy we still got a good chunk of our blueberry jam, Violet loves that stuff” Y/n says, making her husband nod, organizing everything to his liking.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect our lavender syrup to sell that well but the sweet old lady’s seemed to be very interested.” Harry notes, chuckling at the memories of today. Y/n nods, the warm lighting of the cottage comforting her- only candles and a few warm colored lamps to light their dark house. “Yeah, I didn’t expect anyone to buy the dandelion lemonade because of the flower but they were very interested.” Y/n says, coming up behind Harry and rubbing his knotted shoulders, rubbing out all the aches and pains from today.

“Next time let’s bring some of our baked goods, I’m sure everyone would adore your angel food cake.” Harry says, making Y/n giggle, wrapping her arms around her husband. “I only make that for you and Violet” she says, resting her head on his back and cuddling into him.

Harry’s chest rumbles with a soft chuckle, nodding as he places the last jar of pepper jelly in front of the other, “I’m sure they would love your lavender and poppy-seed muffins then” Harry adds, Y/n nodding. She does enjoy baking, especially trying out new recipes with the huge garden she has access to, fresh ingredients, eggs and fresh milk constantly coming through. Harry is the better one in the kitchen though, but she won’t admit it.

“I wanna make some sun tea tomorrow, what should I make?” Y/n asks, placing a kiss on the back of her husband's shoulder. Harry pulls her arms around himself even tighter, giving her wrists a squeeze after. “Whatever you would like, and you could add some lavender and lemon to it” he says lowly, his voice getting more deep and scratchy as the clock ticks later. He leans back into her, resting his head on the short space of her shoulder. Placing a kiss on his cheek she noses over his hairline, “yeah,”

“Let’s go to bed,” Harry says, picking up the kitten that had jumped on the kitchen counter and placing it back on the ground with a scratch to their head. “Let’s,” Y/n agrees, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs, tracking up to their bedroom to start their nightly routines and head to bed.

A/n: HI! this posted early :( I think I accidentally set it to the wrong time. Thank you to everyone who read and reblogged the first part of my cottage core series, you're all so sweet, it really does mean a lot. My requests are open!! so please request some ideas for cottage core harry!!! This isn't like a consistent story, its more like blurbs that sorta go together. I have part three done already and it will be posted possible later next week since its Sunday for me now :)!!! thank you to everyone again! sorry for the early post and please request some blurb ideas for cottage core Harry :))))))

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Midnight Meadows (Pt.1)

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Being part cat wasnt all fun and games. People tended to focus more on that than the human part, and it annoyed Virgil to no end.

It was hard enough trying to get a date when all he would ask about was the ears and tail and the visible binder straps on most of Virgil's outfits. He just wanted to meet a guy who focused on him as a person rather than a cat. But maybe he just had bad taste in men, after all, his brother Remy hadn't had any trouble finding a decent man in one Janus Oliver.

"I just dont get it, why is it so easy for everyone else?" Virgil said, crossing his arms and resting his head on them.

"Virgil you're only twenty-two, you shouldnt be worrying about all that yet," Remy said from the couch.

"You're only two years older than me," Virgil pouted, tail swaying anxiously.

"Vi. . ." Remy said quietly.

"Maybe I'd be better off if I just ran away to live in the woods," Virgil grumbled.

"Oh yeah, the woods, with bears, and falcons, sounds perfect for you," Remy said sarcastically.

"Hey just because I'm short doesnt mean I can get swept off by falcons!" Virgil responded angrily.

"Oh please, I've seen wind strong enough to knock you over," Remy said, smirking.

"Why you little-" and suddenly they were fighting, not aggressively, just play, they did this a lot when Virgil was upset. After all, you cant very well think of what's bothering you when you're busy avoiding razor sharp claws.

It was a few moments before Virgil felt a gloved hand grab him by the hood.

"I walk away for ten minutes and you two are already fighting," Janus said, shaking his head and smirking slightly.

"He started it!" The brothers said in unison, glaring at each other to punctuate the sentence.

"Of course he did," Janus said, chuckling as he set both boys back on the couch. Remy rested his head in Janus' lap, Virgil merely shrunk into a corner.

"Virgil, I have some interesting information for you," Janus said, Virgil's ears swerved in the direction of his voice, but Virgil didnt move his head.

"Theres a party of sorts going on at Chateau de Kingsley, the twins seem adamant that any available man come to call," Janus said, still smirking.

"Oh please, like any princes would want anything to do with me," Virgil muttered. Janus frowned slightly.

"Of course you're good enough for a prince! I'd say you're good enough for a hundred princes!" Remy said indignantly.

"You're just saying that," Virgil said, ear twitching slightly.

"Look, can you at least check it out? You can call us if you dont want to stay," Remy said quietly.

Virgil stayed quiet for a few moments.

"Fine, I'll go," he said finally, voice barely above a whisper.

"Great! Let's get you ready then," Remy said, bolting upright and dragging Virgil toward his room.

"Wait its tonight?" Virgil said in alarm, looking between the two boys currently pulling and shoving him towards his room.

"Yes Virgil I just said that, honestly when was the last time you cleaned your ears," Janus muttered.

"I cleaned them yesterday thank you very much!" Virgil said, glaring.

"Well we're cleaning them again, you need to look nice," Remy said.

It was a few hours later when Birgil was finally ready. He stood in front of a mirror and looked himself up and down. His hair was brushed over one eye, bells and purple ribbons tied around his ears, and a matching bow on his tail, a purple hooded dress with a black corset, black leggings, and black knee-high boots. Remy said he looked like a knight, Virgil had no comment.

"The princes wont be able to keep their eyes off you, I guarantee it," Janus said, finishing off Virgil's makeup.

"That's what I'm worried about. . ." Virgil said quietly.

"Aaawww, Virgie, it'll be alright!" Remy said, ruffling Virgil's hair slightly before pulling the hood over it, careful not to remove the ribbons.

"Alright, the carriage should be here soon for you, let's get you outside," Janus said, smiling.

"Carriage? Why in the world would I need a carriage!" Virgil said.

"For the aesthetics babes," Remy said with a laugh.

The carriage that had arrived for Virgil was one of ebony black, with black roses and black silk curtains along the sides, ornate designs were carved into the top and sides. Virgil took Janus' hand as he helped him inside. The seats had black velvet cushions laid across them, it was comfortable, much more than anything Virgil would have thought to expect for himself.

The estate itself was even more brilliant, with structures of vibrant ruby and emerald on backdrops of white and black. It almost seemed to sprawl into the sky. But that was nothing compared to the inside, the stairs were lined with gold that seemed to rap around the banister like tentacles, and upon closer inspection, that's exactly what they were. The tentacles seemed to change from gold to black as the light hit them.

In the opposite end of the room were four ornate thrones, two silver, one gold, and one black.

The two queens were each sitting on a silver chair, tails and ears covered with gems and jewels that reflected dozens of colors on the floor in front of them. The first was Queen Anne, her hair was black, and her eyes a dark shade of green. Next to her was Queen Mary, who had lighter brown hair and striking red eyes. By Anne's side was the golden chair that Prince Roman sat upon. Roman had rusty red hair and green eyes like his mother, his ears had red ribbons tied around them and connected to a gold crown on his head, he looked bored. His brother Prince Remus sat cross legged on the black chair, brown hair sticking out in all directions, save for the white streak parted to the right. His red eyes were trained on two fully human boys with glasses, wearing suits with different shades of blue, were dancing and laughing.

Virgil decided it was best if he merely stayed outside where no one could see him, so he made his way to the gardens marked by an archway of orchids.

He stayed there for a while, watching the sky, wishing he'd never showed up at all.

"Such a shame that such a pretty face hasnt been seen all night," Virgil froze at the sound of Prince Roman's voice.

"Shouldnt you be inside, dancing, having fun," Virgil said quietly, not daring to look back.

"I could ask you the same thing," Roman said, moving to stand next to him. Virgil's face flushed scarlet.

"Didnt feel like it," Virgil said simply.

"Well, would you mind if I asked?" And suddenly Roman's hand was over his.

And he was nodding.

And he was dancing.

And he was smiling and it was fun.

And suddenly, this didnt seem like such a bad idea after all.

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bluestmoons · 3 years

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1. alias/name: Serena!

2. birthday: February 3rd!

3. zodiac sign: Aquarius!

4. height: 5′8"? I literally don’t know I have no idea, but I’m tall-ish

5. hobbies: RP!!! Umm,,, I don’t know what counts as hobbies, but! Playing Sims! Making up stories/characters! Learning German! Transcribing! Making friends!

6. favorite colors: PINK, orange/gold, green, and purple!

7. favorite books: I always say “my own” and Inkheart by Cornelia Funke so let’s go with that!! I haven’t read a real book in a bit though. 😭

8. last song listened to: “why do you feel so down?” by Declan McKenna ( JKLFDJAKLFDA ONE IN THE SAME... )

9. last film or show watched: Kimi no Suizou wo Tabetai!

10. inspiration for muse: I think most people would just pick one muse but let me just go down the list and pick things that remind me of/inspire me about my muses and/or why I picked them up! ELSA: Purples and blues, cold weather and forests, dizzying castles, tinkling bells, snow and ice ( duh?? ), icicles, Norwegian patterns, deep purple velvets, isolation, the scratch of a quill, and the taste of tears. She reminded me a lot of my childhood. ERK: Purple silk and burlap, old books, exhaustion, disgust, burning hands. He reminds me a lot of one of my husband’s characters. ERIC: Bright white sand and green-blue seas, cream castles, the taste of salt and the feel of rope, wet dog smell, the deck of a ship at sea, sunlight, parenthood. I love his goofy light-heartedness. FINIS: Feathers, sheer clothing, long hair, tears caught in eyelashes, sad arias, inky quills against parchment, repetitive motions, purple flowers, a broken body that never shatters, fire, bloody throats, overwhelming sorrow, the concept of immortality, the feel of grass between toes, small boxes, cages, deep breaths, immeasurably empty/lonely, the depths of the ocean, moons!!, comets, blue-white, gray. I’m literally in love with her, so. ICHIGO: Serious focus, the scrape of metal, uncontainable emotion, logic, hair clips and short hair, dark blue and green, obsessive thought, quick footsteps, position and pain of leadership, strawberries and the number 15, sweet tastes, ache of desperation, regrettable words yelled in the heat of the moment, small stature. I mostly picked her up in step with Kristopher picking up Goro but I love my little kiddo so much... so short, so powerful... ITSUKI: Nice cologne, athleticism, nice big watches, subterfuge, smells, loss of personal space, pretty boys, lightning/static, unrequited longing, eyes closed, green and hazel, basil, silent admiration, Othello. I genuinely picked him up the moment I realized he was an empath because I have a type. :,) IZETTA: Nomadic existence, bare and dirty feet, the smell of sweat and hard work, loud compassion, hope, unevenly cut hair, red and gold, cheap clothing, white costumes, early rising, warm metal, inferiority complex, total devotion and dedication. I knew I needed to write her so I could steal some of her positivity... IZUMI: High fashion, business casual, stockings and high heels, earrings and nose rings, frost, dual-bladed naginata, the shine of metal in the dark, sold souls, sibling love, obsession with perfection, fish tanks, a home without any distinct smell, self-imposed isolation, fluorescent lighting, purples and blues. I don’t know, Izumi is one of my favorite characters from Kyoukai no Kanata, I always knew I had to pick her up. LEONIE: Sun shining on dry ground, the feel and breath of the earth, refined chaos, green tea, large vocabularies, strange speech patterns, dry wit, sons, secrets, old books with a flower bookmark, the muddy bottom of a lake, frogs, red fingers and cheeks, old swords, dirty gold embellishments, empty and untouched rooms, freckles!!!!, spinning sword moves, honor, old armor, repeating words said just earlier, unflattering and unfashionable garments, blonde braids, running away running away running away. She’s an OC, so!! I fell in love with her on my own!! I decided to pick her up after Kristopher and I were discussing the Reed mom and I realized oh God, I have a whole idea... MIRAI: Pinks and golds, blues and blacks, vintage chic ( “grandma style”, as I lovingly call it ), red frames, serious expressions, overt politeness, depression, bandaged wrists and palms, gold rings, bloody hands, the taste of iron, burning hot blood, monster/demons, unpleasantness, distaste and disgust, starvation, empty shitty apartments, bonsai, gardening, social media and anon hate, sacrifice, orphan, self-loathing. God I just... I’d die for her okay... I... wow... I gathered the courage to pick her up after I loved her for years. SAKURA: Toddler clothing style on a high schooler, cooking, food, sleep, oversized flannels, tired eyes and cheeks, aromantic, succinct speech, big scarves, wide stripes, lime green and red, crumbs, bandaids, bag like a mom’s purse ( full of napkins and tissues and food and keys and totally unorganized ), memories, forgiveness, sarcasm, bells, kicking, sisterhood. MMMMM I LOVE MY QUIET SLEEPY DAUGHTER!!! I picked her up because I just... vibe with her energy, I love her. SERRA: PINKS and whites, cleanly pressed clothing, loud echoing voice, devoted and steadfast religion, bright white magic, attention-seeking, loneliness, nunneries, rosaries, The Sound of Music tbh, glitter, make-up, pigtails, tears over a chipped nail, devotion to valuing oneself, dedication to becoming the best, volatile emotions, absolute joy or unbridled anger, cherry blossom perfume, rosy red joints, stringy hair, memorization of etiquette, adventure-lust, friend-seeking. I love her so much -- she reminds me of Willow, and when I saw her on my replay of the game, I burst into tears. URSULA: Blacks and deep purples and blues, fine wine, tight fabric, velvet skin, sharp and entrancing gaze, crows, black feathers, leather gloves, mocking simper, blood red lipstick, neutral colored fashion, lies, sharp perfume, manipulation, gold chains, the click of high heels, short dark hair, shadowy silence. I made this blog for Ursula! I knew I could play her and Kristopher wanted to write opposite of her so I threw her out here!

11. story behind url: The original thought was that I’d be here way less frequently than my other blogs. Once every blue moon I’d check in on here. Hence, bluestmoons!

tagged by: @myloyalty ( thank you my love!!! )

tagging: okay I know this is a copout but I spent so long doing 10,,, please,,, just steal it, I can’t look at this anymore, JKFLAJK

#( out of dreams. )#( about the mun. )#( the gravity of. ) elsa.#( the gravity of. ) erk.#( the gravity of. ) eric.#( the gravity of. ) finis.#( the gravity of. ) ichigo.#( the gravity of. ) itsuki.#( the gravity of. ) izumi.#( the gravity of. ) izetta.#( the gravity of. ) leonie.#( the gravity of. ) serra.#( the gravity of. ) mirai.#( the gravity of. ) sakura.#( the gravity of. ) ursula.

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heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon · 5 years

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Name: Moon or Rose, sometimes Luna to people who have known me for a long time

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Height: I honestly can’t remember what they said last time they measured me an it wasn’t even “accurate” because slouching and hunching and scoliosis but my mother did it again when I was in bed and she had a tape measure and I’m 4′8 I think? :D

Languages: English

Nationality: Irish (American...Long Island)

Favorite Fruit: Rasberries, Strawberries, Pomegranate, Tomatos, Cherries

Favorite Sent: Roses, Fresh dirt, Gardens, plants and Flowers, any type of wood, rain, popcorn, Curry, (never actually tried but WANT TO) any type of hot beverage, any type of bake goods out the oven ..

Favorite colors: Black, purples and blues, ESPECIALLY the dark ones, any type greens ......... Also reds and pinks .......

Favorite Animal: Rat’s and rodents, always, ever since I was little ... Bats, Owls, bigger felines and canines (Lions, Tigers, Wolf’s, Etc.) Smaller Cats and Dogs, (Striped cats, fluffy cats, black cats, pit-bulls and SPINX’S are my favorites cause those are the ones that I have expect for the last one) Frogs and toads too,... opossums, chinchillas, squirrels, eye-eyes, pigs, rabbits, ravens, crows, in a certain way spiders, bees, moths, butterflies, fox’s, minks, lemurs.... skunks. flamingo’s, swans....lady bugs, crickets fireflies , goats....turtles, Gryphons ....(Far underrated and superior to dragons, this a fact not an opinion.)

And I’m about to admit this VERY, EXTREMELY begrudgingly and through my longest sigh ever but ... Deer? I just freaking. Wrote out an whole entire separate thing concerning my.... complicated perspective on deer and I had to copy and paste it into an entirely different document because I talked for way to long, but it’s gotten to the point where I have this desperate need to just ... vent of what this animal has become for me and what they mean to me, because this has currently became something that has made my heartache the more and more I’ve tried to pretend it does not effect me and I will say that it’s been a long time coming and as of recently I can no longer afford to avoid how much...So um. I’ve decided that this may be the year... That ...I am finally going to talk about this. Of course not like, right /now/ this minute ... But I will say in short that like, I live by a lot of deer and they’ve always been a part of my life for better or worse, and I could never really escape them or the part they’ve played in my life, hurting or healing, even if I wanted to. So, I say that, if I ever got the opportunity to observe one up close in my chair or feed a doe from my hand or hold a baby fawn or do anything like that with supervision in a moment, I totally would, in a heartbeat, without question. Even though from far away it hurts to think about the relationship I’ve had with them through who I was connected to. I refuse disrespect this animal just because someone who I loved who loved them hurt me once. Does that make sense? Sometimes.... Certain things that hurt you can also heal you. I’ve realized recently that I’m still not over how much I’ve been hurting. But that doesn’t mean that deer haven’t also, in their own way, been helping me heal. And I’m just thankful they exist for that because I’ve also learned through many narratives throughout the years, at in watching animation, how deer can have so many different sides to them and they don’t always have to be so interpreted as so “good” and “pure” and righteous and ...., ugh. As everyone projects to be, and I’ve always like to think that’s that’s helped keep a nuanced perspective of what’s happened to me throughout the years even as certain events were taking place and for that... I’ll always love and respect deer as an animal themself.

As a character, trope though, I’ve always observed that they’ve always been these fucking, self important, entitled a-holes who always assume that they’re charming enough to deserve your time, and think they can just come and go in and out of your life as they please and are far too proud of themselves to admit when they are wrong and will never apologize to you ever until they are pushed and until then, they just keep popping in and out of your life to vex and annoy you and ......

Mm.

Tastes like perspective.

Anyway, I’m writing something for later.

Maybe.

This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot.

First time sharing any inkling of my emotions about deer.

I’m honestly so afraid about what this and the other post will entail for later, my other deer tail, if you will.

I’ll stop talking about deer before this gets weird.

You have no ideer......

Last pun until next post, promise.

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: My silly abled assistant worker got me addicted to coffee again before she had me institutionalized and soaking in my own piss for four days because she didn’t understand how hospitals worked, and then they cut her hours when she was about to abandon me in what was basically a nursing home for and after a month I started trying to explain to her and my caseworker that I wasn’t feeling very well and they basically laughed at me and told me I was dirty and so yeah I spent my 25th birthday in a nursing home with an infection that I didn’t know I had and then one of the staff yelled at me for allowing this nice hyper boy who lived there to help push my crappy black manual wheelchair (you know the one) and practically tossed me out of my wheelchair to get me to what she wanted and then accused me of soiling myself when she was removing my clothes for the shower when I was on the toilet and then started screaming at me again and accusing me of lying when I asked her why she thought I had an accident and then she slammed the door and abandoned me in the bathroom when I wouldn’t give her the answer that she wanted and then I had a breakdown ... So I decided to use my mom’s birthday as an excuse to come home and check what was going with me and get some real food and I told my assistant and my caseworker and they basically laughed at me and said was a bad idea and told me I was dirty again and then I was punished and taken home for being “rude” and “too emotional” but not before the assistant worker brought me some crappy bitter ass coffee flavored fudge when the rocky road was right next to it because she was some vegan ass “straight ally” one year younger then me with a 29 year old boyfriend millennial who “missed my birthday” and complained about how miserable I was and how wasn’t enjoying the pumpkin farm which she originally wasn’t even gonna take me through, because my caseworker insisted that she cancel plans and bring me back to the nursing home as punishment for calling my mother. So when she DID bring me back after arguing with me for being ungrateful enough to not enjoy a place that she didn’t even wanna take me, she left me parked on the living room carpet, instead of bringing back into the dining room where my laptop was set up, like she’d normally do, said “good luck with your mom”, and left. Then, it took me about an hour to wheel myself off of the carpet, find someone to help me to the bathroom, and get me the phone to call my mom back and tell her it was okay to pick me up.

I come home, discover I have a lump in my left breast which is benign but still hasn’t gone away, go to the doctor, and it turns out I had two infections.

My mom seemed prepared to let me go back to the group home if I wanted to but after I told the doctor what happened with the staff worker the day after my birthday and the night before I called. The doctor told me that I wasn’t safe at the group home ether and ordered that I go back home with my mom and stay there.

So I’m back home now.

Two months.

And of course my caseworker shit on me for THAT.

And of course she informed me that my assistant worker quit on me.

And I still haven’t spoken to my father since I’ve been back here.

And I still have the scar he gave me.

And I’m still trying to ween myself off of coffee.

But before all of this my go to warm drinks were usual tea or hot chocolate. Sometimes hot chocolate with liquor.

My tongue went numb for a time because that was the first thing that I did non- stop each day for like four days after the day I finally finished my meds and my period hit immediately (which is already a whole other nightmare that I was dreading having to go through in a nursing home when everything already felt fucking inflamed and swollen and infected with already visible particles of dried up soap.... because.... it was ......)

But like, yeah...... Tea and Hot Chocolate!

Dream Trip: To have the opportunity to visit and interact with/get to know some queer cripple friends in person, and to visit my good friend @colorcinabrio in Mexico to travel round the world with them if ever given the chance! ❤

When Blog was created:

Somewhere around two years ago... I wanted to make blog that reflected my disability and really let me identify as a cripple and focused more focused more on cripple things and maybe make some cripple friends! ^ ^’ ❤

Last Movie Seen: That comes to mind that I actually enjoyed? The Favorite.

Favorite Holiday: I really love people’s birthday’s also and I always try and do something for my friends birthdays if I can! ^ ^ ❤

Songs on repeat: As of recently, ‘Fake Happy’, by Paramore.

Tagged by @qjusttheletter

Tagging: @colorcinabrio @thetrainticket @finallyhaunted @thequantumqueer @rosered3 @isnezzed @purplepeoplelickingtruthpeddler @transplorer

Thank you so much for tagging me, Q! ^ ^’ ❤ I know it took a while to answer but as I said before I really did go on a deer tangent for a minute! ^ ^’ ❤ But being tagged by you brightened my day and I know we don’t talk much directly but I really do think of you as a friend!!!! :D ❤ O.X

#qjusttheletter #replies #tumblrs also really been upsetting me lately so that's I've kinda been offline too but seriously thank you for the tag it means so much I'm #just sorry I took so long writing!!!!! ^ ^; <3 O.X

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murdockquills · 5 years

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I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain.

characters: peter quill & meredith quill

warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, post-infinity war

notes: this is my first shot at writing a peter fic! both he and I are from the same small hometown in missouri, so I wanna explore that connection more. I was inspired by black panther’s ancestral plane, but wanted to bring it a little down home for peter. song is fire and rain by james taylor. (x)

read over on ao3: (x)

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Just yesterday mornin', they let me know you were gone

Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you

I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song

I just can't remember who to send it to....

Peter groaned; his eyes slipped open just a crack. It was shockingly dark, much darker than where he had just been. He couldn’t remember falling asleep or even closing his eyes for that matter, but really, he couldn’t remember much at all. There was a vague notion in the back of his mind, dwindling and nagging like a dream on the edge of forgetting.

The color of burning. The smell of decay. The pang of guilt, of loss. Mantis. Drax. Gamora.... Gamora!

He sat up with a sudden gasp, grass and dirt falling from the side his face. Panting anxiously, his eyes desperately strained to adjust while they darted around in his head like a jackrabbit. Slowly, surely, the world around him began to come into focus and for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he seemed to be seeing. Something he hadn’t seen since he was a kid - corn stalks, barely illuminated against the backdrop of night sky, reaching up all around him. They were not fully grown, five feet at most and just beginning to bud from what he could tell, swaying and rustling in the warm night air.

It was a far cry from where he had just been. In fact, it was Terra..... Earth. Or, at least, it seemed to be. But he couldn’t understand how he could’ve got there, without his ship, plopped into the middle of a field.

....You've just got to see me through another day

My body's aching and my time is at hand

I won't make it any other way

I've seen fire and I've seen rain

I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end

I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend...

The faint melody carried on the wind, sounding closer or farther with each passing breeze. Peter found himself humming every note. “But I always thought that I'd see you again....” But his Walkman was gone, and the Zune was somewhere back on the Benatar, wherever it was. Struggling a bit, he picked himself up off the ground and stood, his head lifted a good foot or more above the tops of the stalks.

He turned in place for a few moments, taking in his surroundings. The dancing sea of deep green against the inky midnight sky sprawled out in front of him as far as his eyes could see. But a couple hundred yards to his left sat a car. A real, terran car, just like.....

He took a quick step forward and froze, his heart pounding in his chest. It couldn’t be. But then Peter gradually found his feet carrying him through the field faster and faster, the corn leaves slapping against his body as he rushed past, the smell of the damp, humid soil filling his lungs with each breath. Suddenly, he broke from the edge of the field into a clearing and stopped dead. Just in front of him was the bumper of a rundown, old hatchback. And stretched out on the hood attached to that bumper lay a peaceful, lounging Meredith Quill. Her eyes were closed but the small smile playing on her delicate face insinuated that she wasn’t sleeping. Strawberry blonde ringlets of hair danced around her. She looked young and alive and..... healthy.

“There's just a few things coming my way this time around now....” she was softly singing to herself, completely unaware of his presence.

Peter could feel his whole body swelling with emotion, emotion that defied all logic and sent him reeling. Words were catching in his throat, as tears began to well in his eyes.

“M-mom?” he finally felt himself ask aloud.

Meredith’s eyes slowly opened, and with the same calm grace, she leaned up on her elbows to face him.

“Peter,” she breathed, sounding somewhere between relief and confusion. “Peter...... is it really you?”

His mouth was open and his lip was trembling, but all he could manage was a slight shake of his head. Blinking back the tears, he stammered, “Yeah..... I’m me. I’m Peter. Your son.”

The way his mom looked at him felt warm and understanding, yet equally full of question. She lifted a hand to reach out to him.

“Come here, baby,” she said, tinged with the honey sweetness of that slight southern drawl. “I can hardly see you.”

Peter stepped closer. He put out his hand and hovered just above hers, feeling a hitch in his breath. It was all too familiar. A stray tear found its way down his cheek. Meredith moved to curl her fingers around his, and suddenly Peter could breath again. Carefully, he enveloped her hand in his, feeling the full weight of all the years past in the way it dwarfed hers.

“Your hands are so rough,” she remarked, before her eyes flicked up to his face. She studied him for a long moment. “Look at you, Peter, you’ve gotten so big..... the big, strong man I always knew you would be.”

Peter breathed a little laugh, dropping his head to his chest. His mother sat up, reaching to cup his cheek with her other hand. Her soft fingers brushed across all the dirt and cuts and scars, raised slightly even under the stubble of his facial hair. Even in the night, she could tell how battle-worn he had been. A far cry from her little boy, but still reminiscent of the days he’d come home hiding a black eye.

“You been fighting those bullies again, baby? Out saving helpless little frogs who ain’t done nothin’?” she asked, a brilliant smile lighting up her face.

Peter tried to smile back. “Yeah..... you could say that. Only.... I think the bullies might’ve won this time, mom.”

His mother’s hand slowly slid down his chin, then gently dropped to his arm, trailing along it to grasp his hand with both of her own. “Come sit with me, Peter.”

With some awkward difficulty, he complied, struggling to scoot onto the hood of the car without scratching it with the element blasters on his thighs. Carefully adjusting, he lowered his back against the windshield until he was laying side by side with his mother. Just like they’d do when he was a kid. Only this time he was considerably larger than her. His hand rested open beside him, and she softly placed her hand upon it.

And for a long moment, they just laid there, staring up at the sky. Above them was sprawled the Milky Way, spattered with distant stars. He had forgotten how wide and open and endless the skies in Missouri appeared. But perhaps it was easy to forget when the galaxy was spread out before you on a daily basis, and you had traversed it end to end.

“Mom,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “I think I’m dead.”

The wind picked up around them, catching in his auburn hair, and on it came the earthen smell of rain. A smell he hadn’t quite experienced in such a way for a long time.

“No, Peter,” she said. “You’re home.”

The hush of the swaying corn stalks fell between them. On the horizon, mountains of cumulonimbus clouds, gargantuan and stunning in their beauty, sparkled with lightning. A distant roll of thunder came sweeping across the plains. It reminded him of the same energy that had lived inside himself. Though always a Missourian and a Terran at heart, he was destined among the stars.

Peter swallowed hard, but tears began to trail down his jaw.

“This isn’t my home anymore.”

He looked over at his mother, afraid he had hurt her with his words. But she was just looking at him, silent, yet her eyes begging to know why.

Clearing his throat, Peter continued.

“I found a family, mom - not.... not that you aren’t my family, and not that we didn’t have one, but you were..... gone.... and I was taken. Against my will, at first, but Yondu, well.... he turned out to be the dad I never had. And my real dad - mom, you wouldn’t..... I can’t believe what he... well, he just wasn’t what you thought he was. He wasn’t what I thought he was, either.”

“You found your father? Where was he?” Meredith asked, her voice full of wonder.

“Actually, he found me,” he said, hesitating to find his next words. How could he ever admit to his impassioned mother that the love of her life had put a cancer in her brain, forced her suffer a slow and painful death, and tried to use her only child as a god battery to fuel his plan of galactic destruction and power? That the love of her life was a murderous, filicidal planet?

“Mom, you didn’t need him.... and I didn’t need him either. He wanted me to be a god like him, but... I just wanted to be like you. Besides, you were the strongest person I’ve ever known. You still are. Way stronger than he could ever be.”

Tears were welling up in Meredith’s eyes as she looked at her son.

“And I already had a dad, like I said. Yondu was tough on me, but he helped me survive this far, even if he threatened to eat me sometimes. And he was really cool, he had this arrow he could control just by whistling, which is about as neat as you can get. Oh, and he was blue. You woulda liked him, probably... eventually. When my Walkman broke, he gave me a Zune, and you wouldn’t believe how many songs that holds.”

She chuckled at Peter, always so enthusiastic and animated, just like she remembered.

“What happened to him?” she asked.

He glanced down at the stars reflecting in the car’s glossy paint.

“He saved my life.”

She smiled softly, stroking Peter’s hand with her thumb, feeling the pain of his loss but also gratitude for his sacrifice.

“Then he really must’ve been a good father. I’m grateful you had him, Peter.”

“Me too,” he said. “He wasn’t my only family, though. I have Rocket and Groot, Drax, Mantis, this crazy blue chick named Nebula who hates me but that’s okay, and then her sister...... Gamora.” His voice cracked.

Suddenly, he remembered hitting that ugly purple bastard in this head over and over and over and over, yelling at the top of his lungs....

“Gamora?” Meredith asked, noting her son’s blank stare and the way his voice had trailed off.

“I lost her....”

Another deep rumble of thunder rolled through the silence between them, he could feel it reverberate in the body of the car beneath him. He cursed himself and his foolishness under his breath. Suddenly, a drop of water landed on his nose. Then his cheek, and his hand, until the sky opened up above them and rain began to fall steadily. Among it all, Peter finally allowed himself to cry.

Meredith Quill, reclaiming all the years she had lost, wrapped her arms around her trembling son and pulled him into the crook of her neck. His cries were coming out in choked sobs and ragged gasps for air. She sang quietly into his ear, “Lord knows when the cold wind blows, it'll turn your head around.... well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come, sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground....”

She didn’t even need to ask to know how special this woman was to him. How deeply loved. And she hoped - no, she knew - he had been deeply loved back.

Gradually, Peter began to calm down to the sound of her voice. He wiped his cheeks with the palm of his hand, despite the rain slowly drenching them anyway.

“Then go find her, Peter,” his mother whispered.

He looked up at her with his reddened, moss-colored eyes like a scared child once more. He squared his jaw as he sat up to look at directly.

“I.... I don’t know how.”

She took another look over him, all dressed in leather with his gadgets and guns, just like when he would dress up like Indian Jones and run around in the woods fighting bad guys. Only.... a spacefaring Indiana Jones now. There was nothing in this galaxy he couldn’t find, she was sure of it.

Wrapping her arms tightly around him again, Meredith rested her head on his shoulder. He sank into her hug, holding her as close as he could manage.

“You found me again, didn’t you?” she said, fighting back her own tears. Peter squeezed his eyes shut.

“I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, my brave little Star-Lord....”

The rain stopped. The wind went still. The scent of burning filled the air.

Peter opened his eyes and looked down at his empty arms. There he sat once more on the planet of rubble, completely dry.

#sorry i had to repost this! the other one was so ugly on mobile but that post wouldn't let me delete the link #marvel fic #mcu fic #peter quill #star lord #iw fic #ao3fic #my fic #gotg fic #pre-endgame #post-iw #marvel #mcu #gotg #starmora #*fic

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tkoexperimentations · 5 years

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A meme with Hannah

Tagged by: @truced-betrayal

1. What is your name?

"Hannah Bridget Teal!”

2. Do you know why you’re named that?

"My twin and I were given similar names! Hers is Camilla Eleanor Teal!”

3. Are you single or taken?

“...well...I am NINE...so...”

4. Have any abilities or powers?

“Not personally, but Diet could totally beat up any bad guy we come across! He’s got all the powers of a cloud!”

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“Huh...I have an aunt who used to go by that name.”

6. What’s your eye color?

“Black, but some people say it looks...purple for some reason...”

7. How about your hair color?

“Brown.”

8. Have any family members?

“I have three other sisters! Camilla, Ophelia, and Marigold! I also have two aunts, Danica and Margaret, and an Uncle named Theodore! My mommy’s name is Elizabeth, and papa’s is Peyton! Hehe~ They’re all super duper strong, bet they could kick YOUR butt no problem.”

“...that’s just blood relatives, of course.”

9. Oh? How about pets?

“Diet’s my best friend. The greatest friend a girl could ever ask for~”

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

“...you got a a couple minutes? Let’s see...cops because they’re always after me for no reason. I also hate bad guys, that’s why Diet and I beat them up...and...people who ask me to do meaningless stuff for them just so they’ll give me the help I need for the love of God it’s always like that if people aren’t treating me like a kid they’re acting like I’m their maid.”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

“I like playing in the woods. Animals are easier to understand and get along with than people are, and animals who are adults never do anything stupid. I also have a little pumpkin garden me and Diet take care of back home!”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

“If a bad guy won’t stop being bad, then they’ll be on they’re knees and crying about how they’ll change when you show that you can beat them up...so...yeah.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

“Heh, that’s a dramatic way of asking. No duh I’ve killed people before, but it’s only if they’re actively trying to hurt me or refused to change after I beat them up a first time.”

14. What kind of animal are you.

“...I like frogs. I’m a frog. Did you know there are frogs that excrete glue like junk from their skin to make things that wanna eat ‘em think twice?”

15. Name your worst habits?

“…Marigold once said I have a habit of going off on my own...but I can take care of myself, so it doesn’t really matter, does it? She’s just mad I’m always right!” ((thinking she’s always right))

16. Do you look up to anyone?

“...I don’t remember much of my parents...but Āyí Margaret and The Professor are super cool and badass. They PROMISED me they’d turn me into the world’s most powerful person when I turned 18! They’re gonna make me smart and teach me how to shoot from all sorts of really powerful guns...and how to break a grown man’s neck with my legs!”

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

“...um...ew? Why would I wanna date anyone...wait...is...can I date soda?”

18. Do you go to school?

“The Professor home schools me! And now Techy does it.”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“...is “I want to throw up on you for asking that” an option?”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

“...what?”

21. What are you most afraid of?

“...nothing much. Everything I was ever scared of happening already kinda happened.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“I wear my sister’s old coat thingy with this green dress the Professor bought me!”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

“The only thing in the world worth killing for is soda...preferably strawberry soda.”

24. Am I annoying to you?

“....I mean...yeah.”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

“Fuck you.”

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

“The Professor is rich...so...”

27. How many friends do you have?

“...Diet.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

“I’d rather throw up until my stomach hurts from throwing up too much.”

29. Favorite drink?

“Soda! Soda! Soda!

30. What’s your favorite place?

“...back when he was still around, papa always used to take me and Ophelia out camping. The woods...reminds me of that.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

“...I want to be better friends with Alex.”

32. That was a stupid question…

“...but he seems scared all the time...I’m not allowed to help adults the ways I usually do. I just hope he still wants to be my friend even if I can’t help him...”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“Florida is my home, the ocean!”

34. What’s your type?

“Icy, to the point where mist comes off. Made with real fruit, and fizzy. Reeeeeal fizzy.”

35. Any fetishes?

“Still nine.”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“Camping means we can spend more time outdoors in the woods, so camping!”

Tagging: @wildsecuritywolf @that-corny-guard @darkness-with-humanity

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topfygad · 4 years

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How to Summer in Finland

Amid startling pure magnificence, you fish, forage, swim and sauna. And do all of it like a true-blue Finn.

Tradition Finland Lubna Amir | POSTED ON: January 7, 2020

Summer time sunsets by Lake Saimaa stun with their mirror imagery. Photograph Courtesy: Asko Kuittinen/Go to Finland

I look down from my airplane window to see Finland swathed in myriad shades of inexperienced. It appeared like I used to be destined to see the nation in a single shade: after I final visited in winter, the land sparkled white. This summer time, I used to be again, and couldn’t wait to see what the happiest nation had in retailer. I used to be headed to Finland’s under-explored Lakeland. Dwelling to Lake Saimaa, the nation’s largest lake, Lakeland additionally cradles Imatra and Lappeenranta, two cities simply kilometres away from the Russian border that my group of Indian writers was to go to. On my two-hour drive from Helsinki to Imatra, I sit with my face glued to the window—craning my neck to see the dramatic clouds, however it’s actually the land that holds my consideration. As we drive on the nationwide freeway, I gaze out at velvety pine forests, their emerald standing out amid the fluorescent inexperienced of recent grass splashed with the pink, purple, yellow, white of wildflowers. Wildflowers abound, and I itch to cease the bus for a more in-depth look. Over the following few days, I be taught the names of those flowers, and with it, find out how to ‘summer time’ like a Finn.

Meals? Berry Good

Scandinavian summer time requires lighter consuming: much less crimson meat and root greens, extra fish, recent greens and summer time potatoes. Oh, and berries—strawberries, raspberries, lingonberries, blueberries, every kind of berries. Finland follows Everyman’s Rights—anybody can go foraging and fishing on public land. This contains the 13,000-plus islands scattered round Lake Saimaa. Any Finn price their salt will spend no less than a part of their summer time crusing, foraging, fishing, and usually returning to their roots. Lease a ship—the waters of Lake Saimaa teem with fish, and no prior permits are wanted for rod fishing. Construct a wood-fire or carry your barbecue alongside so you may cook dinner your fish on website. Perhaps forage for mushrooms and herbs on the aspect.

Forage for berries in Lake Saimaa’s many islands (backside left), or just soak in its stunning waters (high left); The Saimaa ringed seal (high proper) is critically endangered, and there are solely 300 of the species left; Karelian pies (backside proper) with unique toppings like lamb and reindeer are novelties within the area. Images By: Lubna Amir (lady, berries); Seppo Ulmanen/500px/500Px Plus/Getty photographs (seal), Photograph Courtesy: Reetta Tuuha

Newbies, fret not. Begin with Vuoksi Fishing Park in Imatra. At this family-run institution, nestled by the Vuoksi river, proprietor Toni Kainulainen will gladly present you the ropes as you fish from the resident salmon pool. Or you may ebook a guided fishing journey with him, the river is filled with bounty, together with rainbow trout, pike, perch, whitefish and vendace. That is additionally a great place to get permits for those who’re fascinated with angling or heading out solo. There’s a smokehouse and restaurant on the premises, so you may catch your fish and eat it too—with out having to do the laborious work (verify vuoksenkalastuspuisto.fi for rental and allow particulars).

Within the metropolis, search for Rimpsu-Reetta, for Karelian pies by Reetta Tuuha. A tackle the normal pies from this very area (South Karelia), Reetta elevates the rye flour-and-rice pies with a bunch of pleasant toppings: reindeer, lamb, beet root, tomato-and-mozzarella and even blueberry and Quark (a private favorite). These mini pies look pleasant and style even higher; there are vegan choices too (timings are frequently up to date on rimpsu.fi). In order for you a style of the unique, head to Cafe Elma, began by accountant-turned-baker Lotta Kärhä 5 years in the past. Painted in pastel colors and adorned with kitchen memorabilia, it is a great place for pie and low. Tip: purchase a few of the rye sourdough for breakfast (Weekly lunch specials and customized cake particulars on lounaskahvilaelma.fi).

Imatra is dwelling to historical wonders just like the rapids. Photograph Courtesy: GoSaimaa/Go to Finland

To row out to any of the uninhabited islands in Lake Saimaa for a camping-foraging expertise, you may acquire the topography map from the Vacationer Workplace. It can make it easier to navigate higher across the rocky components of the lake. Should you don’t need to do it alone, attempt an clothes shop like TaigaSaimaa. Proprietor Toni took us to Muukonsaari island, a 15-minute boat trip away. The island transported me again to prehistoric occasions—heavy foliage, thickly-forested land, stray pinecones, leaves and twigs that crack-snapped beneath my footwear. Right here a dandelion, there purple foxgloves. Someplace, a frog croaked. Within the gentle of the dappled solar, Toni noticed chaga mushrooms, which he promptly plucked to infuse in our tea. What tea, you ask? We walked to a clearing the place Toni arrange his wood-fired range, took out the utensils he’d carried and made us pancakes and tea, which we lapped up with a aspect of Queen jam (blueberry+raspberry) and recent berries. To good this very-Finn expertise, we ate and drank from conventional birch wooden bowls and cups. Settled on high of a mossy boulder, awash on this picnic spirit, I requested Toni about attainable wildlife, to which he mentioned he noticed moose as soon as. There are additionally foxes and rabbits. On one other a part of the island sits TaigaSaimaa’s picket cottages and a sauna, which they lease out to teams. No working water, and electrical energy comes from photo voltaic panels. I used to be bought (taigasaimaa.fi; mushroom- and berry-picking on Muukonsaari island from €75/Rs6,000 per particular person, attain out to them for group tenting charges).

Sunsets in Lake Saimaa are savoured greatest with a lakeside sauna-and-swim session. Photograph By: Deepti Asthana

However First, Sauna

It’s not possible to reside the Finnish life with out one absolute important: sauna. A standard Finnish saying is that there are extra saunas than individuals within the nation, and the Finns are at all times trying so as to add some impromptu pleasure to a ‘regular’ sauna. Final winter, I had completed the exhilarating sauna-jump on an ice pool-sauna-repeat loop. Summer time, I learnt, is equally enjoyable. This time, I obtained to swim within the lake as a substitute—a summery delight for Finnish hearts, a cold shock to my Indian bones. It was not but time for the midnight solar after I visited in early June, but it surely was summer time sufficient for sunsets to happen at nearly 11 p.m.—their gorgeous mirror imagery on lakes holding me captive. We additionally went to Hossukan Helmi sauna, a picket cabin by Lake Saimaa in Imatra. It comes geared up with a gathering room, wood-fired sauna, sizzling tub, and floating fits for individuals who can’t swim. I noticed different cabins too, respectful distances away. The sound of individuals laughing carried via. Contained in the cabin, we turned into bathing fits, and began with the sauna. And lake. And sauna. And lake. And ultimately, sizzling tub. Once I verify the time once more, it’s nearly 10 p.m. and the sky has began to show purple, reflecting within the waters of the placid lake. All I can do is breathe out and in, blissful. Grateful (The sauna is open to public on Thursdays €10/Rs800 per particular person; fb.com/hossukanhelmi). One other manner, after all, is to take advantage of resort saunas. Ours, at Vacation Membership Saimaa, was a sauna water park, full with dancing fountains, slides and flashing lights, aptly known as Cirque De Saimaa (Circus of Saimaa). Amongst the various choices, there was a wooden sauna, a salt sauna, a heated pool, and a particular children’ sauna too. Be warned although: it’s sizzling and steamy on this space, and for those who, like me, put on glasses (which should be saved in lockers earlier than heading out), maintain a pal with good eyesight useful… or stroll into the unsuitable altering rooms, a number of occasions (holidayclubresorts.com; doubles from €108/Rs8,500; Cirque De Saimaa entry €22/Rs1,735).

Clean Crusing

Lappeenranta’s early 19th-century Previous City Corridor (high) is made solely out of wooden; Go crusing in Lake Saimaa’s plentiful waters (backside). Photograph By: Estea/Shutterstock (constructing), Photograph Courtesy: TaigaSaimaa (drone picture)

Lake Saimaa is a glacial lake, and it shaped the Vuoksi river within the wake of a pure phenomenon over 5,700 years in the past. The fourth-largest lake in Europe, it’s dwelling to 30 species of fish, together with endangered ones like white-spotted Arctic char and dark-spotted landlocked salmon. From Lappeenranta, there are common cruises to discover the lake—some which take you all the way in which to Russian metropolis of Vyborg, just some hours away. Enjoyable truth: for those who journey to-and-from through a cruise ship to Russia from Finland, you may keep there visa-free for 72 hours. Subsequent time, I promised myself. For now, we had been aboard M/S Camilla, having fun with a two-hour lunch cruise on the Saimaa Canal.

The canal connects Lake Saimaa to the Gulf of Finland, and whereas its building began within the 19th century, nearly half of the canal was ceded to Russia after the 1939 struggle. Curiously, Lake Saimaa is at the next elevation than the Gulf (slightly over 76 metres), and if not for a “lock” mechanism in place within the canal, the lake would have been empty. Confused? I used to be too, till we reached Mälkiä lock, the primary of eight. I used to be standing on the stern after we entered the lock and the gate was shut. A couple of minutes later, I realised the ship was going decrease. After nearly 10 minutes, the entrance gate was opened, and the water stage was now 13 metres decrease. There are seven extra such locks alongside the common route, earlier than one reaches the Gulf of Finland. Our cruise ship nonetheless, was slated to cross just one.

Whereas we dined on a refreshing beetroot and goat cheese salad, baked fish and new potatoes, and ice cream with Queen jam, we additionally learnt in regards to the Saimaa ringed seal, a critically endangered species indigenous to those waters. They’re so Finnish, they maintain a respectful distance between one another whereas sun-basking on rocks. Sadly, we didn’t spot any, however the cruise greater than made up for it (karelialines.fi; cruise ticket €22/Rs1,735; 3-course meal from €41/Rs3,500).

Metropolis of Many Summers

Since summers are short-lived, Finns take advantage of it. There are summer time festivals and theatres, extravagant midsummer day celebrations, and in Imatra, a rapids present. When the waters of Saimaa spilled over to what’s now Kruununpuisto Nature Reserve, it altered the panorama solely. Through the years, the waters scoured via the rocks to a slender ravine, forming the Imatra rapids. The land of the reserve was formally shielded from 1842, making it Finland’s oldest nature reserve, sheltering swathes of distinctive vegetation and millennia-old rock formations. It’s mentioned that the roaring of the Imatra rapids attracted crowds from far and huge, and those that visited adopted human impulse—carved into the rocks are their names. The oldest carvings date again to 1700s, and there’s even one by Brazil’s emperor Dom Pedro II, circa 1876. We walked previous these carvings, listening to historical past echo amid the beautiful landforms. Whereas the rapids have now been harnessed for a hydro-electric energy plant, the dam is opened in the summertime, when individuals from throughout the nation flock to look at the present (verify imatrainfo.fi for speedy reveals and timings, there are particular ones slated for winter as properly).

The Maiden of Imatra (high left) is homage to all those that took their lives by leaping within the rapids; Cunning artworks (backside left) are a enjoyable discovery in Lappeenranta; Summer time requires fishing within the Vuoksi river (high proper) and cruising the Saimaa Canal (backside proper). Images By: Lubna Amir (statue, artwork); Photograph Courtesy: Vuoksi Fishing Park (man), Esa Hiltula/Agefotostock/Dinodia picture library (cruise)

Proper subsequent to the rapids, broadly thought of the birthplace of tourism in Finland, stands what the Finns have voted as essentially the most stunning constructing within the nation for 2 years working. An artwork nouveau constructing, the white-and-grey Scandic Imatran Valtionhotelli appears extra like a citadel with its turreted towers and fanciful arches. On the roof, there’s a stony black cat poised to leap, the doorway has foxes carved into the crimson stone. Fairly the picture op, I famous (scandichotels.com; doubles from €135/Rs10,500 for traditional rooms in a special complicated, €185/Rs14,500 for rooms in the principle constructing).

In Lappeenranta, a 17th-century border city by Lake Saimaa, the Fortress of Lappeenranta tells the story. The fortress juts out on a cliff face overlooking the Lappeenranta harbour, and it homes Finland’s oldest Orthodox church, and historical cannons and guardhouses, all constructed beneath Swedish and Russian rule. As we walked previous homes coated in completely happy reds and yellows, I observed how the planters on window sills are likely to spill over with boldly colored pansies and geraniums. There are nonetheless over 70 households who reside right here, I realized. There are artwork museums and cavalry museums, and a few pleasant craft retailers. I entered one, and spot rows upon rows of painted postcards with artworks of Finnish foxes. I purchased 12. A bit forward there are a pair of cannons, and behind, a summer time meadow crammed with yellow dandelions. I couldn’t resist—I walked to the meadow, sat down at its blooming, sun-filled coronary heart, and smelled the flowers round me. The grass beneath my ft felt smooth… candy, nearly. Each good descriptors for Finland in summer time. Feeling twice as fortunate as final time, I raised my invisible, overflowing cup—to the happiest nation on the earth.

Finnair affords direct flights from Delhi to Helsinki. From right here, each Lappeenranta and Imatra are a 2-hr prepare or bus trip away (visitlappeenranta.fi; imatrainfo.fi). Indian travellers want a Schengen visa. Whereas summers are short-lived, and much-loved, winter additionally holds plentiful delights.

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How to Summer in Finland

Amid startling pure magnificence, you fish, forage, swim and sauna. And do all of it like a true-blue Finn.

Tradition Finland Lubna Amir | POSTED ON: January 7, 2020

Summer time sunsets by Lake Saimaa stun with their mirror imagery. Photograph Courtesy: Asko Kuittinen/Go to Finland

Meals? Berry Good

Imatra is dwelling to historical wonders just like the rapids. Photograph Courtesy: GoSaimaa/Go to Finland

Sunsets in Lake Saimaa are savoured greatest with a lakeside sauna-and-swim session. Photograph By: Deepti Asthana

However First, Sauna

Clean Crusing

Metropolis of Many Summers

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How to Summer in Finland

Amid startling pure magnificence, you fish, forage, swim and sauna. And do all of it like a true-blue Finn.

Tradition Finland Lubna Amir | POSTED ON: January 7, 2020

Summer time sunsets by Lake Saimaa stun with their mirror imagery. Photograph Courtesy: Asko Kuittinen/Go to Finland

Meals? Berry Good

Imatra is dwelling to historical wonders just like the rapids. Photograph Courtesy: GoSaimaa/Go to Finland

Sunsets in Lake Saimaa are savoured greatest with a lakeside sauna-and-swim session. Photograph By: Deepti Asthana

However First, Sauna

Clean Crusing

Metropolis of Many Summers

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