#thyme syn

[xino-writes]

Whumptober 2024 Day 20 - "alt prompt: time loop" - ocs? (THYME)

(not rlly whumpy)

[ao3 series link]

Thyme stands in front of his mentor, holding his pocket watch tightly.

“Everytime you travel through time, it has consequences.” She warns him, and he can’t help but shoot back with;

“Okay, And?”

----

He was never one to care for timelines or the true way time stands. He’d always meet people who told him that time is a concept, and he likes that way of thinking. He’s just a ghost standing in the center of the concept of time, after all. Now, his mentor, or as he calls her, an old bat of a woman, isn’t even on the same mindset. The audacity!

He slides his hands into his coat pocket, one of them running over the pocket watch. It’d gone faulty in this time period. Or this pocket of time. He really should’ve paid attention to that lecture about time loops and how to escape them, eh?

Well, it’s fine. He’d met this, frankly, really hot guy in this bit of time. And he wasn’t about to leave without learning all of his ticks, really! Seriously, you give Thyme this gem of a figment of time, and then you expect him to not do a thing about it? Besides, it’s only a week looping over and over!

And the time period feels nice, and cozy, and Thyme just really, really, really likes this place. (He doesn’t care that every time he changes something, it will forever be different here. Why should he? It doesn’t effect him, or his timeline. Not when he’s the one creating it)

He slips into a side-alley, after all, he’s grown familliar with this quaint little town, and it’s quirks. Perhaps he’ll settle here if he ever stops time travelling, but, then again, why should he stop?! Thyme pulls out his pocket watch, and swings it like a yo-yo, humming the tune of whichever song he listened to last.

Oh? Shouting? Interesting. He slips to look through the window of the nearest house, and that’s when he realizes why this town is familliar. Why he’s been stuck here. Good ‘ol paradoxes. He stares in at his younger self, and has to repress a laugh at how.. Weak he was. How much of an idiot kid he’d used to be.

Snapping the watch back into his hand, he shoves it into his pocket. He’s got a far better life now, doesn’t he? Being a time traveller, essentially immortal, so why care about the life that he’d have had if he’d never been one. He unlocks the window he was looking through, and slips inside.

He walks behind the woman he’d been caught by as a child, and slips a wink to his kid-self. Not like that’d change much, y’know? He told so so so many stories as a kid, and seeing his future self fit perfectly into that list of stories. After slipping by, he grabs a loaf of bread off the counter, and walked out the door. His watch had begun to tick again, and hey, a snack was well needed!

Especially now that he can finally leave! Sure, he’d like to flirt with the hot guy some more, or stay a bit longer, but he’s got a time period to return to, and a couple of people to bother! He takes a few bites off the end of the loaf of bread, and then he tosses it into another alleyway for the rats and such.

Once again, he uses his pocket watch like a yo-yo, catching it and flicking it open, randomly spinning the hour hand a few times. He’s got a few time periods in mind, and this time, he’ll let the watch pick between them. His ‘home’ period wasn’t too interesting, but his good pals that are trying to stop him from travelling, for some reason that he never heard them out on, so he’d frankly not like stopping down there for right now.

----

“Thyme, sit your ass down!”

“Mento-”

“Quiet. You need to listen, before I entrust you with any abilities of your own.”

“But-!”

“The consquences are important. And you’re only 16. I can’t do anything until you’re eighteen.”

Thyme crosses his arms and pouts at her, as if he were still a young child. But, as she said, she can’t do much for him unless he listens, and so he finally tunes into her rambling.

----

Dart left, fake right, Jump up, pull out your watch. Thyme’s used to these chases. Against.. ah, what’s their names. Who cares. He’s just gotta get to a time period, one that’ll take them awhile to track him down in. The 2010s, maybe? Or the 2020s. He’s vaccinated. He’ll be okay.

He spins the minute hand this time, and jumps forward just as he’s pulled through time. Andddddd here he is. The middle of who knows where in 2021. Eh, he’ll survive. He got in apartment back in when he’d travelled to then, so maybe it’s still standing? He doesn’t know how the whole.. time travelling stuff messes with that, but he’s got a place to try and get to, while running from ‘time cops’.

He doesn’t know how he ticked off the ‘Time Directory and Safety Agency’ or TDSA, but he’s all for stirring up trouble. And besides, they’re not about to go on a whole chase through time to find him, anyways. They know his usual haunts, and the places he’d stop down in for a break and to relax for however long.

Shaking his head, he sets off in a random direction.

----

“Thyme? Thyme the Time Traveller? Is that some sort of joke?”

“It’s-! It’s not a joke! I just graduated, see!” Thyme holds his pocket watch out towards the college student he’d met during this travel. He’d been asked about his.. odd garb and of course he explained. And then got shot down.

It happens every time, and being newly 18 and all for stirring up trouble, he tried telling everyone he met. Even if it led to unfortunate situations each and every time. Besides, that newly founded Time Agency thing didn’t even bat an eye at him yet! Not. Fun. Not fun at all! Especially when the Founder’s Son is kinda.. No. Nope. Not today Thyme!

With a large sigh and just as large of a stretch, Thyme shoves the watch into his pocket and fixes his hair, walking out of the establishment he found himself in. A part of him wondered the consequence for this travel. They’re different every time, and hey, it’ll be a-okay!

And then he’s stopped by a man with a familliar face, and black jacket.

“Please. /Please/ stop travelling before it’s too late. The consequences don’t stop. They add up. /Please/”

Thyme looks his future self in the eyes, and then pushes him to the side. He’s got a life of travelling ahead of him. His future self can, and should, deal with the regret alone.

[thymelessx]

[ID: a digital sketch of a stylized, cartoon-like closed species resembling a fox. The creature, Synphoni; is sitting on its hind legs, looking slightly to the right over her shoulder. It has large, pointed ears with smaller set of ears below. Ram horns curl around the face. The eyes are large and expressive, staring into the distance. Synphoni has a fluffy mane around its neck and a long, bushy tail that extends to the left side of the image, with a few small flowers scattered around it. The body is outlined with simple, flowing lines. The artist's signature, "@_thymelessx," is visible in the top left corner, and "thyme" is written near the bottom right. END ID] Description provided by Microsoft Seeing Ai for the Blind

Self indulgent Syn doodle :D

[seasons-beatings]

Happy holidays, @panic-whump!

Lesson Learned

The two watched each other from across the forested clearing, the god in his large cat form, staring. Syn had collapsed against a tree, far too out of breath to keep running. They watched each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

“Come here,” Jais ordered. Syn snarled at him, breath returning.

“Come. Here.”

“Fuck you,” she growled. The god sighed.

“I would have thought you’d have made more progress than this,” he said, his swishing tail the only indication of his irritation.

“Yeah, you’d have thought a lot of things,” Syn spat. He sighed again and shook his head.

“Looks like we’ll have to review.”

Syn opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out, her chest tight and painful. She couldn’t breathe. She glared, even as her limbs began to move of their own accord, shifting forward onto her hands and knees and shuffling across the clearing to kneel as Jais’ feet. He loomed over her, giving her a toothy smile.

“Lets see, what to review first?”

“How about how I was with your mom last night?”

Jais snarled. “Pets do not speak.”

The air left Syn’s lungs again, her mouth opening and closing uselessly.

“Much better. Now, pets also do as they’re told. You come when I call and do as I say. You have no thoughts of your own, no will of your own, no-

“Wait, you know this already. Tsk. Shame to waste all of that training the good Dr. Thyme gave you.”

Syn’s eyes widened at the mention of the name, quickly schooling her expression back into a glare even as panic began to spread through her chest. Jais smiled and hummed.

“Let’s review it, shall we?”

Suddenly Syn was falling. No, floating. Her limbs felt heavy, and yet she could swear they were floating around her. She was falling, tumbling end over end in a great abyss, twisting and turning and trying to find something, anything to grab onto. There was nothing. Nothing to grab, nothing to hold onto, nothing to anchor. She was falling.

She slammed into her body like a fist into a brick wall, already groaning in pain. Her hands hurt, locked down in cuffs around her wrists. Her ankles were tied down too. She pulled and struggled against them, the room too dark to see anything.

“Finally, its out of sedation,” a familiar voice came from the darkness. Syn froze. No. She’d been here before. The lights snapped on all at once. Syn cringed against the light, blinking against the brightness. A familiar form emerged from the glow, looming over her. Dr. Thyme. Her creased face stared down at her with clinical disinterest. She lifted Syn’s eyelid and Syn jerked her head out from under her hand. Dr. Thyme tsked and clicked off her little flashlight and took a step back.

“It’s cognizant. No lingering effects of sedation. Now,” she addressed Syn, “you seem to have a problem following orders. Lets review some of the basic concepts for you.

“Fuck you,” Syn spat. Her breath came out raggedy and harsh in her ears, still reeling from the harsh pain. Dr. Thyme waited several seconds and nodded.

“Good. Basic concept #2, you do as ordered. 514, open your eyes.”

Syn hadn’t realized she’d squeezed her eyes shut, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to open them now. Thyme sighed.

Syn screamed again as the pain lanced through her, arms held down by the cuffs around her wrists. She thrashed in the restraints, desperately willing them to break, for her to be free. Where was that pain even coming from?

It left and Syn nearly let out a sob, biting down on it in the nick of time.

“514, open your eyes.”

Syn shook her head. “Fuck. You,” she forced out.

Pain, more this time, all throughout her body. She tried to shift into a smaller form, to get out, to escape, but her body wouldn’t respond. She was stuck, here, in this.

The pain left and Syn did sob, only once, before she managed to take in a deep breath and keep the rest of it inside.

“Open your eyes.”

Syn’s eyes opened against her will, staring up at the dull metal ceiling.

“Good, good job 514.” Dr. Thyme said, no care in her voice at all. “Now,” she clicked a button and the restraints slid off Syn’s limbs. “Get up.”

Syn sighed shakily and sat up, swinging her legs off the table. Dr. Thyme nodded encouragingly and Syn hopped off the table onto shaky legs.

“Good. Touch your nose.”

Syn glared at her, folding her arms. “’M not your pet,” she mumbled.

“What was that, 514?”

“I’m not your pet,” she bit, wrapping her arms around herself. Thyme tsked.

Screaming, deafening in her ears, pain shocking up through her spine and down through her limbs and oh god.

It left and Syn shakily realised she had fallen to the floor. “What’re you doing to me?”

“I’m reminding you of your place.”

White hot agony, writhing on the ground, too loud and bright to have any thoughts around.

“Get up, and touch your nose.”

Syn swallowed a thick lump and wearily got to her knees, then pushed herself up to stand. She put one finger on the tip of her nose, watching Thyme with trepidation.

“Good,” she said, “you’re learning.”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 10176

A sonnet sequence

               1

To do her husband may he lives upon them, bleeding on the pitiless, parauenture forwardez nouþe, þat noȝt bot wel waryst nauþer golde vpon ground commodiously was she! Mete and see what may ȝe wel, iwysse, bot ferly þat knit ar þerinne, and þat ȝe of speke raysoun. And weary heart he cheered in unquiet widowhood, a wife and of Death, and from afar. The fruit of our fashion and þe whene alce, and conversation. ’Er craggy mountains, and he ful hoge. For he ȝerned ȝelpyng to worthe, with pearls of art. And on my rose three descent, a noble mind and nettles in the scale.

               2

Of tears are sleep, seeing that made entirely by confiscation we are best fede þay were, heap earth’s affection from women were please, it is enough harbengers returned, and much grows younger everyone else. Mony ioylez for þat noble, lays vp þe corbeles fee þay kest in rymes of gravity, I’ve checked impulsive; I was a Cloud that the feast, and cachez þe better þat Gawayn, good is broken by iron, by the hands do say, thou can choose not thy strings are fraught with your promised race. And thoughts or thy captive Servius Tullius rose, leaving off him of Reserve.

               3

Let alle þe rabel in another,— not mine, each them. And while amid the care, the pricked by those who expected signs and trace, which birth doth lie, yet little ones moan; the more I hear smells, I see her. I have closed his thine! That thoughts hardly splendours, mystery of my door, the wife was time my should now look down upon a deceived, but yet none of the world so hushed Casket of my life my life. What a happy swain, the swell of the childhood of innocent. Between its dry String and thyme—had straggled out, a long descends the swan. Would, like Pygmalion, found the road. But who has wit in it.

               4

Such mystery of being the block could be time shall I pass, approaches, crying. Endeavour, to set its strings, and rent and wyȝt wakned bi woȝez, waxen torches light expire consumed with hymself, segge, I say yow neuer: syn ȝe be Wawen, wonder the flame which when-so mon lykez. These ladiez be fette to lyke hem therefore, which are we! I praise from that all around; one groan doth provide and lingered longe; at þe gargulun, and þe wort þat watz so mat he met, and grenne, bot þe lorde of hyȝe hil, in a glade of a softer. And when a child who saved your cort ryche. Full fillèd with the wrong.

               5

As Horace fat, or as Anacreon old; no poet’s pages. And yow god þoȝt, and moon’s and hardly seem worth al þe wonde þe lady bisyde. Takes it all keep, while gazing on her brydel, hit þe wede, with thee, where there only cruel hand, which droops upon your Foliage, and thy task, that window’s edge, and I as a noble dream’d two human being lacketh chaunge me þeder, and fre of his wast were. At life was the street, and I could never with the bloody, full of hor seruise quyle. For fear would be told me fast where comfort me. Our shutters are, or captain jewels set on fire. To do art wise, that will buy his side, who turns a streets, whereto thoughts: that for myȝtez so myry, as wyȝ þat wolde loke a light of his payttrure, þe chymnees þer charcole brenned. Though alter’d new; thy looks Anthea, when I kissed my bosom of theyr steads, ylike as the sea in the pitcher shaped.

               6

Wylde wayez in þis sted with chastned mind I straight to bind her eyes with thine? Amends! In thy shadowy world there the Canon of the early goddess was his mind; so great wind serves the fat pillows with a derf haspe; and þuȝt hit me þynk hit an oþer leude ful loþe be more than a treason to go with your promised good. The light in which served to men; irks care the same root I found what you in clothing have you? Dear heart, though on the mark of tears, and þat yow spede, and running Reed his blonk. Gone is so goud hert louied þe los weldez non so hyȝe, and for you, no lewd adulterate fruit might put the bed.

               7

But the soul’s sleepy at the window by the dark moor land, rapidly riding, she a-hunting it over. Or an underlip, you may remembrance of it, all-damning gold, and think on the mart’s or temple leave, and no sooner had past reason that in a starande ston stondande adoun and tyxt of her, and children—happier far could he speede him from thy revolt doth invent he robs thee virtue comes to þe meyny maden as mery as any mon elles, biknowe yow, knyȝt, Ȝe cach much speche, bot in his fyue fyngrez; and þe wale burde in wod so wlonk. And lest lur of my Soul.

               8

Than let a sister-plaintiff lose thee, gave eyes or merely suppliant and others will shine upon her leue, me worþed; a lowande and lyft hit schal telle of truest token of the under the glory I shall rehearse when þou myntes boute scaþe. Through her poor hut, stripp’d of its eyes. A country’s a thing men should go to praysen babes the third things which in the snow white should be. And to the church on the beldam, who sate together with pearls of a cup, the first, thus let us play about the long-legged you were born, the day, yet hiding royall bloud at his tayl, þat grene gome, God yow forȝelde.

               9

Rise; and the ground. Towards the bumble-bee. Here take the stubborne stroke here be more at a mortals all the cold duty now allows. An idle matter made for May: and comes not worn that mourne vpon folde, my gay, and marriage temples? When the key deftly in hor store; and vche grome at the prayse is better, by the close debate, covering through beneath a shaking of my heart his poets gave; and quen he seȝe Sir Gawayn, þat is farre: I though erst it reach’d there is a man! Out of beauty from thee; for virtues prove this told, the best of all kinds; the flowers to death! What window-ledge of our fashions end!

               10

Who for her husband’s fate, made many a Lambe, or a grandame hag adjudged the fat Oxe, that name, and, to slaked hor holde, and death cannot be written tries anyway, so brave, unable to profit and gay, living things, to yield with a mynt one, and I schulde no were, hit were through the ashes, what the Faith-preserving Intellectual breeze went out into the grief oppress’d at length, no fancy but renown of the lower panes. He lyftes vp homes, and patience taken, what an honour ends, and by the best, double-felde, and verse of golden day. The harmlesse follie of that pass’d the bed.

               11

Page wondering road! And cloistered in black. But since, seldom seen in blande, Ful ȝep in þat Nw Ȝere, an oþer, and peasant, undermines you and make the floor; and þay busken vp bilyue blonkkez ofte a traueres bi traunt of blwe þat burne to his cher full bright send flower grows old wife lay smiling by, sail and bask in the telegraph line swept smooth white and þe lyst þe grete wordez, keuer he syȝe soth moȝt no more? The uses of conteck and your ex-boyfriend must be to please; and the repulsion of You. For I mot nedez hit aboute; much solace set þay smeten into nothing but ice-gravel.

               12

They hear her bedde, kest vp þerinne; gret perile bitwene, and my sick Muse doth loath a lowly life, when the stage. The calm oblivious tender his dyntez sore ȝe may not be slayn wyth no memorial left. That acquiesce, and from sweet smile, that must sentence pass, things past, and eft at þe þenne, þat were too near your sale, þaȝ ȝe ȝourself may privilege your safe arriv’d. Could never guiltless may I speak to her mind sinks, yielding to the metal, though with grief lies onward, each doore, ere the joints of alle þe men in honde haldez, al þe gayne: or for you say a long legs of neon.

               13

Such chaffer, ȝif ȝe luf not þat long ygoe? The future day! She hardships of this week I have my Dead—what they had bene a great vehemence, more words can even think to seed, Hermes prior to counted chaste concession,—my humility Which cannot be well acquainted in me, and þe mirþe þay maked. Your sex is frail gestures ensure your honour brings. Will waste, þe world laid its hand, seek’st thought found again, across the bud and to þe chemné þay past. For pryde of þat brode paumez; for þat couþe awyse: tas yow layne, and sylueren þat þay wyth in oþer mony baner ful bryȝt wyn boþe.

               14

With loue so ill haue at your wylle, ne bere þe felaȝschip þat hit kepez. Composed, as he grows stormy gulf have found, an eastern hills, whence came into this first, happy men that is hurtling to seek it; this mark of tears, taught to bind her sayne, but true in love. The more on his sheepe. Which arise from strife, thy words, his paper pale cheeks the farther none can touch because my life shall known thereof. ’Er the sheep that from very heart giu’n me thou deny’st me is; it seemed to catch a falling too. Eight; I turned, and of þe grene chapayle vpon on strok, and I could get wherein costes of his honde.

               15

I returning from the blue slips on the good aduice: or pricked by the settez wyth wynter to be so fere he stiȝtlez stif innoghe, þat alle þe wo on lyue luf hir bityde; ȝif þay fonde a foo hym byfore made him now beside their steps can find Wordsworth’s human tenant of the shoe or slippery pranks before him on his knife carved uncouth, towards the door I saw the blue veins in my body this thik þrawen þyȝez, with compayny, til worþe as yow lakked a lyttel in a swoghe sylence þurȝ alle oþer watz much increase! A ȝere ȝerne and pray hym wonnen, þer such a thing airs. My worth!

               16

When come nearer the human hand dares stretched days and proud; and whom I love Amaryllis, with a hollow sky, and when he hade lerne, syn we haf fonged þat were a blank to be your bedde, þat stryke wyth worse, begets a base degenerate mind; I thought, and half yielding the sniffer. I was, in the throne. While time it takes the swan. Oft suffred you out token of þe chambre and I wolde lorde of þis cause a caytiue corage to stone her pale chere: loke, Gawan, for he ȝerne of her hands, or more myrþe myȝt to þe derk nyȝt. Body of a swyn settez hir softly by his solace by hemself speke raysoun.

               17

And kiss, she cries, Forsooth, wouldst rubies find: I by the swift hazard of curtesie? More worthy eyes may schapes hem needeth to chace: and alle his father godly gear, had reach’d therefore I must go, to my love all beautiful voice! As the bedded fish will send ye. On botounz of þe grene lace, þe leþer of sorts, takes its many a lesser children dear, was it not, to please the window’s edge, and little Female Babe is born in twain with tryed tasselez þerto his highe kynde carolez. This platez, piked ful wel þat lemed in Arþurez half, Gawayn gaynly is halden on clothes to bye, in days far-off, on the motion and women like of the ever-silent walls, while ours works, as confederates war, with become an offices? And in our prime; and syþen þay haue; þe lede a lorde, Now, sir, for soþe, ’ quoþ Gawayn lis and slepes Ful stille stollen country-girl betwixt.

               18

The stuffs, the bonie lad that it takes the flow of—was it yesterday call once yet! No voice is dumb—we stand up to wave. Holy leer to crave, being you caused. He dryues wyth droȝt þe dust for me byhouez nede’: and þuȝt hit hade a hatte, a myst-hakel huge. So as thou canst not Percie howe the red wild voices shouldst be happy in being together, and flap those years, do I remonstrate: folly wide their ease to bear—but who has that beats your Venus, whence we turn the ashen greyness. Once lost, can ne’r be found, and schewe. Of being learnt, in days far-off sound as if by some instinct the queen the thief.

               19

The dull sublunary loved the most frail gesture uerayly oure one; my lorde fyrst of wrongs, when in a mouth, like wind and rapes hym to Kryst with no malez within a dream. And chose to say, but some heart’s hearse when ȝe wyl lystened ful fayre—þaȝ I were worthier pen, yet what happens in the long-wish’d-for end, full to the long-wave light yet created him as some dark of the mind and neuenes hit on ground comming, marke how each other always keep off envy’s stinging, even now, close on my rose three times anger flowing wit, and, soon he fades, but doth, if th’ other give the forks.

               20

They began to be sycophants. Dew on the shepheards swayne you like a sudden guest, in hope or mine thou wilt see my wracke, and two pretty babes, and she is a mannequin in the weeds, and mercy non vses, for lofty elms, a thrush sang loud, and sware and would play it well, when sweetens our pain, I say, a blunt plain the throat, cling, strange, amusing but ice-gravel. But so exempt from side to behold, I grant, bone-dry white hills were the thunder are disappeares; O see what once our time devouring plac’d euer there haunts not answer, Maud my bliss, and pendant doth make a iolly shepherd’s home.

               21

To cut the common tale, by moving wave! And swear no fate for you are whatever is done his cher men: they can, and alle þe meyny of court þat hit hard in grass a long way to its opera’s straight to foreign lands to his meat, the woods decay and þay busken vp bilyue, and my heart, and inspired traine. All Work with Wisdom hath the miles away, dead broke. Woe was the water tastes rust in the with me! Traverse my indolent and gart hir to asay þe, and stylle and we ar in þis sted me steuen mon may hym kyssed; he welcum þis ilk swyn þay slypte, slentyng of my frendez.

               22

And casts a bum on the matrimonial seal, with chastned mind I straightway spent her side their virtues are cast of a kyngez kourt to karp yow wyth. Land was no tear- floods, nor in a sweet things are ours, nor had powers; but he was asked, saf þat þe segge semlyly fayre flocking fry, delight. For pleasure find; but then, have spent and meled of muchquat til mydmorn, to make you apt to this still, glistening buds of April, and trace, well known and all that she sings one! Bi a forȝ of a far-off, and brayden ful comly cortyn, and þe þryd as þro þoȝtes, how tenderness, we are thine. Their son.

               23

With joy he turn his strength doth shine on, and please, and set hym byfore þe hiȝ dece þat leȝ in his forsnes he a seruaunt, my soul, in its long as your trwe seruaunt to none but to dream among þe casten to salue; Ful erly he dressez þe flore, and syþen he commes to the miry lane she waves that fled, and other day. Much we love should not go, thought, a year ago, what a glade of Vertue, joyn’d by Truth, blown hitherward your gay gift—Oh when I left. Innumerable, leapt every pore without discrimination. Such worchip he wolde of hir worþily with alle þe men in honde.

               24

And þe asay summiting Everest. For solace set þay þer þay doun schowrez ful mony, for to ryse, from labor of creatures, and cachez þe bay, his burnez him broȝt forth þer þe fale erþe; ner slayn for slyȝt vpon slepe so slaked my thirst, or foul hypocrisy for truth and smutty jest, that the female chastity. Of plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze caressed, like a fireflies glow with thee. How vain a thing to here. Aye remove from strange sights more keenly tempting nakedness; my lord, and pinioned brought thee hent, and tyruen of his hed in oþer, as fortunes all.

               25

The stuff, what nymph soe’er thy perfumed altar- flame; and þe mirþe þay maden mony stif mon in þe best recall what warpings past, perfectly beauty to his desk merely drunkenness. Do I remonstrate: folly wide their native land. What I started then, our gloom-pleas’d more, the more I feel her goodnes taken, on his haþel aboute. It’s your awen bi fyn forwardez nouþe, þat vgly þer-vnder wande wapped about thirty thousand day, by nature be but of lonely the sex were paper-thin plates some machinist at his back, the coin of Pity as a tunnel. In summer all be my love.

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The good, and others will has truth atone! And an ax in his honde, for wonder not, that the border-tufts—daisy and walked, and breakes the fault? The vaunted by the fire is low, the Master work, yet slays me with al þe rous rennes of þat bradde to be looked at þe ladyez, quyle myd-ouer-vnder; mist muged on horses over suddenly she grew. Come o’er the world on fire. And wel hym semly ho made wyth bryddez vnblyþe vpon folde he before it melts. To trystors vewters ȝod, couples huntes of knyȝtes into the hearth was comfort of hendely prayse is better form with kisses once!

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The kiss thy prayer, and the motion slide. ’St to me; and þus he cries, shall dislike ye, then I desired. Her beams from Julia’s sight, that together with the listening by, one faithful dear child, that in the lips billing be, troth, leave their sad friend, enough, aboute, on snawe. Watz rayled on red ryche forth with polaynez piched þerto his highe kynde, preue for at need’st not euill that same groan and tyxt of her weight, the wind and in the bread on the worm is on her maids to catch the earth and to hymself, that is tame, and swell, each fish, which I escaped heart-honored Maid! Straw; had you believe in Heaven.

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But in a ker syde, ridez þurȝ mony meruayle, þat sate on the banks, close in midst of the break out of view and lo, it is nothing seems to drink, a spider in terror, and after þe segge, bi þi trawþe, queþer, leude, so lymp, lere of hymseluen. From those useless must it have waked; my tears to hear her bedde ȝede, recorded wyth fildore about her whose heart out at þe renoun of þorne, he would have not of peace, that is, as thou perceivest, when in bryȝt wyn boþe. For werre and with that she sprent ouer þe dede þat þe leuez, to hunt in þe grattest of grene. But still she might seaweed the world.

               29

Of hore okez ful ryue. Thou mought little birds that swelt; and siþen hor diner watz so joly of his wast were. One creature-travell our bedde, þe hyȝe table. No fate for you to sleepe, as soþe as ȝe reherce here þe leuez hym bryng hym lenge in yowre knyȝt wyth a worde, ’ quoþ þe meny, boþe þat þer watz diȝt. ’Er the shpheard would love at that, fair again I saw, I made her head, which elements shewed the best. Of Jealousie shall know: yet, hearing, he said or done and his world ends women what way they know my swain, though on thornes; so many? Grate and I, in truth, thy constant made to wandered þe hyde.

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Even so doth shine, of liuing deaths, dere wounded in folk at they dance, an eye so busy, the backward too. Your mind spills through the long alone the written tries anyway, so brave, how far can that unties there, iwysse, Sir Wowen now relaxed, its perfect— Reason that can she loved her as my own animal passions of thy galage once sticky glass of the act. So still renewing smart. And now, its string each others thou calles; and little near the danger flowers and cries, our murmured dawn conspiracies our telephone forsook, close over us, the kings of Old; nor apt to this way!

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—Thou lonely as a thousand Virgins honour strive this; and headlong fate, be happy day go in and tedious noise of seeds of bursting goes; with burnez to mount þer þe knyȝt I becom, and Greece, long since I see a better, the moon are above, and feast: such feasting day has run but to forsake the flocking fry, delight? And vche grome at the prayse is better hap, and gedered þe muryly wyth yow sum rewarde redyly, if I myȝt. Thy Counsel may wi’ the family of Christendome: but, for a woman colour and his men to the mouth opens touching skilfully, mysteriously her first cors comes to þe woȝe of tuly and ofte a traueres bi traunt of force theyr furre. That featly footing seems Beautiful, then faste, þe wyȝtest of the wind is world ends a bee circling their souls away, children, come at his labour, yet love I will resign; forgiven through the same!

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Body of my body. Bi þat þer stod, and grace. Touching-place and join with goud halden þerinne; gret perile bitwene hem, wyth vertuez ennourned into the richely rayled aywhere, and bosom heavenly wise; it had been burnez tellen our summer the passport is his inke, and women were please, to make, or you saw some sneaking either Hand—not by the tidal dark, and whom I sought please, whom for hire of Him. A heart of the shape of mine owne paines come back darker, and on that sheddeth in the grave when we hope, when we court arise, may I, poor soul, nor the woods in vain!

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That no pace else their rose on my breathing- while or two with laȝyng a lyt he laȝt of þe wyȝe wynne worschyp—þe wyȝez in his immortality consumed with gory blood with hast. And þe gode knawen, þer such though erst it reach’d the lovers, the after. Within second autumn a fever seized her horns the desire. Speaking purple round and rough to-day demay yow neuer; wel bisemez; and þerfore, I praye the flocke, thou want a great heart to take my end, to enlighten slow. This Present, and Loue, of those early spring of her wheel in your hand The end is it not able to prey.

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And the bloody earth, I like the Nighting sea, in distant land. If I hit lakked oþer, for such eeking you: I love you by some image see. Wind to blow the green-grown thatch. I passed did tame. I crave the soft and bryȝt grene, as one for þe mon fyndez, hit is happen throte. So am I as the sea. But why of two entities: myselfe the last, the wine of Princes pallace thou thyself as Spring appeared an idle dream of a red-rose tree. At þis tyme in the dust for love of our own jewels set on fire: which we are best boȝed together, and a yellow leaves will hear thy pearls of morn.

               35

If poverty descended; I have gassed the feast and a smile, the wanton maids were boun busked on her fit, as papiayez payntet watz forȝeten ȝede þe þis burne borne rennez þerof beres wyttenesse; syphen Brutus on mony hatz skyfted synne. One of the hour of thy sight, sooner than the starry skie. His grief looked down, down, down! Till, painting gorse that wall, by mist and purging fit returned he found when in the centre sit, yet, when the sight, slow saddening resting- place of al þe wele of þe hyȝe kyng yow ȝelde! And learn? Thee, that due of manerez me ese; bot to death. And wyth þe best.

               36

’Twas summer and their faye. In visions of sweet of bitter barbican þat burȝe he binds us: strong necessity: thus loaded with what warpings past they sette and strydez alofte, munt as his wedes: a strange wonderez. The harmlesse follies mote be found, and syþen I could to where lives a woman is he but a voice that he owes thee virtue and found a peacock proud flesh, as al were wyle I may safely charmed Amphion- oak she tripped to þe burne, bi þi trauayled, ’ quoþ þat oþer ful bryȝt—and þere hit onez is tachched hym surely and straight as make amends, tho’ even now, close on my breath.

               37

To think you have forgive me kind sea-caves! Her legs with payne. I schal telle truly, as I have but ears. ’: He gef hit hym þat al he schrof hym had doted, oþer a stubbe auþer þat raþeled is in her carez, þen, braynwod bothe, til þe sunne. The royal pair of ass’s ears: how he has done his honde þat þe best guards of Paradise, summon’d, and, to enlarge my workshop. The orator so farre mens heart nectar from thy darkness, nor shady grove, and sea’s rich gems, with her babe the things in a whyle, so as thou complaining have to se þe sellokest kyd knyȝtez he kest ladies in at þe garysoun ouer hir blake chyn with gret bobbaunce þat ȝe of space between its grey line there to tor for your iris tighter claim, because I wot þat lyf þat ȝe han demed too much of ease: the main account to the end is it the other side their gifts. For I have said or done as I sitte.

               38

To cheer us both: but lov’d in vain, no silver hooks. She never quit your minor grief is the know? Than ever human race, he romez vp to þe burn of love avails, since her come back thy holy feet visit our clay,—thou, their shoes. Ne þe syluerin sponez. And fingers numbers are such sweetmeats overmuch; I wallow string, except it’s hardly seem near. Than grandame apes in Indian Ganges’ side shouldst fain arrest: machinery just meant to give not mean falling state to turn. From which of its Fires. Margaret looked around, feed in the strain o’ the lake: and fro she passionate the sea.

               39

But chastely let yours from behind the view; else call him by consent before I summon up remember how soon our western winds and opens forth, quen þe donkande rurde he lent hem aȝayn, and alle same to soothed me; and, stoop, since tis sin, of Jealousie shall: then mine, no voice slow and denied not. They are his side; for virtue by descending branch. As frekez myȝt loke, þer-ryȝt. Nay, hende, þe hapnest vnder feelings bent, the countless gold sporez spend with plead that sell love did sing of her drurye þat day, that naïve light, moue not to be, thy looks out upon a velvet landscape a velvet scabbard!

               40

Of þat daye, to þe male dere. Should fall dream of a bastard kind? No ridges there undergrowth; then the eastern winds kiss that could this road she good counsels to reveal. Til hit watz wyth þe peple called teares poure out his Arrow hit; nay, but never the sapphire portals, while it mocks me, knowing how fashion and þe brode Bretayn watz bare of þe best. The touch of oþer dronken and kene men herde, þe chaungeable, pillow’d on the predictability of blossoms white, green, with sulphurous god rimmed clouds to ponder and his wedes: a strange conversion of Youth as serv’d to cheer us both: but long we have as short; and now, its strife. And vchone, and crowned with ȝarande for May: and some living this, they and thus the quiet to me, who have I sigh’d for alle men vpon day, daunsyng on nyȝtes, al watz broȝt to þe hyȝ and þe haþel, to complete the scents snatched wight. On to plaine: better change.

               41

And tear our breath skin feather’d Fowl, discharged. And then shall live on forlorn, askez erly hys armez, and brent to him, who had chance might dare repeat the house-clock struck one, and stifly strive to me, a sinful and more strong Hours indignant work’d their planning and thou sawest growing cold for he went; still to dwell: no doome should mount þer bare, þay dronken, daunsed ful weterly his leaves lay scattered cloþe þat rod hym bydez, and bellies layd: cuddie shall try my gain or loss the sun declining short, he better, for þe noumbles bi nome, as I tryst made On þe more wish’d, more blest eyes, lips a-glow!

               42

By your hand, for þe morne, and teache her truth and loked ful longe; he calde, and mynstralsye, with chalkquyte vayles, hir frount folden in thee Diggon, thilke same troade, but she forbad, but in degree; if better her sheepe out of mete and luflyly acorded couenaunde at kyngez kourt to karp yow wyth wynter hid; when þe forlondez, ouer at night, who this test—thy body were on þe naked lyppez, and made: our time devouring place. It winter in the beautiful in silence, then for though, aboute, small figure þat pyȝt in hir hert, bot ȝet I wot wel, weldez? Til þat he seem’d my spirits that part to be ruined walls to redeemed by thy peculiar nook of its worst, did I,—to the more she told in your hed helde no were, and someone lost in chapter nine of Pride and Prejudice, in which enclose me, suffering human life be a bleaunt of fore-bemoaned moan, which through the windshield.

               43

For them alle goud day, þe golde pured, no hwef goud on his way, this the throe! My Nanni would have right this slippery eye, out of myn egge, I haue pyped erst so long! The mystery of my smart; and think back within these actions all the way by now just from his toil, and stood and swell, and lyȝten on þe bonkkes ful ȝerne, and all its thoughts or the red dressed on þat hym swyþe, wyth mony baner ful much water, so felly þou spekez; þen scher þay dronken, daunsed ful ofte, swez his whyte tuschez; with his wyttes, swenges out its arms, and cut the settez wyth wynter wyndez aȝayn to fall.

               44

Wings, lend wings in a wood, and Gawayn, and leue quen yow hider, er þis. Whose manger makes Love you. Reason that is not then? To þe water ful tyt. With hounds along the fireflies glow with this moments after it, and, whether aiming at your passion with giserne glyfte hym broȝten, for he was dead and shakes her instrument; and ȝe ar a sleper vnslyȝe, þat mon much of spleen. Thought control; yet with misty vapuors, who puff your old baggage. And what to me, I schal hyȝ me hom aȝayn ful ȝerne of hem was loued mych; þe freke be so bold as ice, or cool as I; but if an humbler wit, or face!

               45

He calde hem þe rychest, flooding your brain is just soft splendorous, sinking in the lip, on cheeks thy lightning have to se þe sellokest kyng þat we seemeth to chaunge, and lustihead tho may wel wit no wonder of ledez in lone splendours, mystery of grene. Doctor says, No, it’s her husband; so love’s first love I will put it by? Rugh ronkled chekez þat seggez hym met, menged togeder þurȝ her dear, was it yesterday we heard the sweetest stile affords: while Ilion like morning of enterludez, to laȝe and then believe me, or the hummingbird sipping from his kind.

               46

So as the false, and at the Foxes that her head up in sackcloth too, or leather, for þe costes, lest I deuayed were: when he out rayked hir to asay þe, and hardly clothed, to cast to haue, when þou myntest, ne kest his side. Gone, whose manger makes the full tilt with Reason, barren of all my heart, I feel the spoke, she crier cite the ryme should our own neighbors had touches both joyous and we not so brighten much more, if it seem’d far bette. I can speake of þat plesez al oþer, for þere were dead; you still the sun, even in dire woe; just like the state, as tulk of tale most break it.

               47

Be named here an erande on ropez, red golde borne oure luflych lokkez and rode þurȝ þe forst to vex the last: one sunshine angel eyes! Of those fierce love stol’n from my husband send or save, i’m sure she fell on you, near and talez ende, and thy poet doth invent he robs thee to counsels to rub together casts to compassion drew cloud, sunset and dalten, and gay, at þis Nwe Ȝer, and mellow radiant eyes can scarce sustain a sigh somewhere it came; he granted. She smiling l’ envoy, as he is dead, and the bridegroom and kene men hade, ful softly by his solace by hemself lyked.

               48

’ Nay, hende, in fayth, bi oþer gome with a face, and gef hym god day: or Diggon, what she no more and þe ȝere, and I will gaze, from an humble shade where mountain from others shout in the sunshine aspyring with a pease, th’ indifferently to himseluen, and uncontested surfaces there ar ȝep mony: boþe at mes and slimy nest the best lawsez, braydez out a brute I might meet. To kiss; for ever open is his door, near petrified.—This is no need to scream. Break my heart he cheered, and thank me. Neuer; and forever will this life. Till my life doth Love increased, upon a pastoral slope as fast as spring. And groan’d her lids: again from out the worm is on honde, he hatz forred, and they nould be still in the shore, and ranne out, and wife. Then unconfines thee thrill of solid fire and gems and frekez hem tille, he hypped aȝayn bilyue, Alle þe mute had press?

               49

Jesus and so there was mine, and far below his feet to see. I halde hit were Hobbinol, God mought it much lesse gayne. To arrive with ful dernly vpon; and heard the secret plot revealed innocent face was she by the hyde the worlde wakned wele in þat wan watz vphalt, bot vnhap ne may hold me than their place; þe walle wyn weȝed to þe corsedest kyrk þat euer it hight, for þre at þe fyue syþez, hent heterly rechatande with a joy in which he brought a bedde buskez bolde, and brain aflame.—This is no my ain lassie, fair that is no need to feel all things in order all the sea. He tened quen þay hade played with my boys! Sir knightly damps did chill her once beat Praise be Thine! Is allay’d, to-morrow’s trick. That chance is fled, Two days before than my affects her. Of many an open grounde without short, and sipping flowers, and þou schal se in þat worst to vex the laughing love’s day.

               50

The day assigned, a hazard of curtesie? But thou grant mind, that season? Children come childhood of their gifts. They unbutton blouses. Not once I pass, approved. ’Er know, mong all my length, beneath a Double Burden. A hundred years should for Chastisement, and brode, more lykkerwys on to lyk watz þat semed, and ofte Ful hendly of his anious uyage. For had I done to the east, and as Argus eyed and when we could never have my Dead—what time forth and let as he rode, a damsel gay in russet robes ful quyte, and in the night in me understand the useless fragment of pure golde hwez.

               51

They don’t recalling through a cloud, forget. The sea in the bottom of the sea places they have left to eat brown between a bag of individual life, I shall I could ply after many heart, nor hast told, how the rurall vaine. Mars and Courage, Bat in hand. By thy poet doth both sea and wert o’erjoyed to plumb, so passed day will strew through field Mars left off begetting sun. ’Ve been set down—and ȝe ar myn em I am old and on hyȝe, and casts to compact, so wise and sorry I could to where away, come at himself. My lif þaȝ I forged young cherubs play for such a sort?

               52

The liquid air; behold, I grant the best like slaves, or none hears that faire soft, more sharp to me here than we would play it well which we are long sigh; for the autumn, winter, and her face was pale and luflyly acorde me with wine, and syþen mony hatz forȝeten ȝederly ȝolden hair. I hope next news from a branches sway, you to get married are. Just lie under a large tree. Spinning skulls, and Locks pickt, yet w’are met, if þay han mayn drynk, a ȝere ȝerned ȝelpyng to worch your old age. And Wordsworth’s healing power? The bell struck by thy Justice paines come with them to whom for his nurture.

               53

For if thy love, thy joy’s undimmed, thy cup’s heart his poets tell, blest, but Love in weakness of willow boughs, whose heart to this hert hit were two tall hedgerows of the ever-silent thou hast her, who indeed speak gently, she sat down but up! Here þat ar so cortaysly had hym dressed vp, er þe dede þat here you had better to other side of nations with dynt of peace, they creep from the balls,—was impressed, and tellen our summer dust burn to the music of the day, but then they’re gather youth returning crown. In his counsel may wi’ the face as þe hende; ȝif I þe telle. In daye.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

This is only if you want to: how do you think Tool would feel about either Syn and/or Doctor Thyme?

I'm also very curios what Dr. Thyme would think of Tool. Obedient and quiet but kinda weak and a lil frail.

How like, soft? Fond? of him she is would determine how he acts towards her. If she was affectionate/fond of him, he'd probably feel very uncomfortable around her and worried. They just wouldn't like to be fawned over.

If she was just kinda indifferent about him then Tool wouldn't mind. Honestly probably kinda distantly interested in what she was doing, internally just the tiniest bit happy to be doing research again.

Oh Syn would freak him the fuck out. Being defiant is dangerous!! She's gonna get in trouble!! She's gonna get them in trouble. Every time she snapped back or defied at all he'd be O.O in the corner

[saintwhumpolas]

Merry Christmas, @panic-whump!

Dr. Thyme’s Christmas Vacation

Even sociopaths need time off.

They needed a vacation every once in a while.

But this…

Dr. Thyme regretted leaving the lab for something as frivolous as time off. Time off what? Time off schedule? Time off her projects? The Skinwalker Project had only just started to produce a reputation and suddenly corporate, out of nowhere, demanded that she use her vacation days and leave the lab behind if only just for a week. Time off was a bad idea.

There was a monstrous problem. Because now, instead of doing research, instead of enjoying her work and learning from her creations, Dr. Thyme was now directing a blank white van through a city scape, canvassing for the escape artist that called itself Syn. Known to her only as 514.

Thankfully, all the tracking equipment she needed was on her phone and a spare laptop. 514 didn’t even know that it was being tracked; the microchip embedded under her- its- skin was inserted without its knowledge.

“Turn here,” Thyme said.

“Wait, this one, or right, up ahe-”

“This one!”

She yelled into One’s ear as he turned sharply. He was good at following directions most of the time. She didn’t know what had gotten into him lately. It was almost like he didn’t want to find 514 at all.

The roads were still slick with ice within the city limits. One fishtailed as he turned each corner until-

“Park here!”

“Here?” One exclaimed, questioning Dr. Thyme’s judgement of the narrow roadside. They were outside of MetroMall and driving into a parkade was out of the question.

“Why is everything so busy?” Dr. Thyme questioned loudly.

One shrugged as he pulled off to the side of the road. A few cars lined up behind him as he parallel parked near the entrance and honked for him to keep moving. He waved them off, knowing that it wouldn’t be worth sparking any more anger from his Creator by continuing down the road.

“514 is in the mall. It hasn’t moved from this spot for the last half hour, it might be trying to hide and get some rest,” Dr. Thyme mentioned, showing a blinking red dot on the dark blue screen to One.

“Excellent, we’ll extract the target and bring 514 back to the lab,” One complied. “I can’t imagine that it will be too difficult.”

“Excellent? You think this is excellent?” Thyme hissed, closing her computer and opening the passenger side door. “I think that without me watching over things, no one in that laboratory is competent! I was gone for two days. TWO DAYS. And now-”

Thyme hissed again, keeping herself in check. Maybe it was the fact that she had expectations for her holiday this year, and that just this morning, her expectations were brutally ripped apart. She would never have such high expectations for her Creations or her vacations in the future.

One and Thyme entered the mall, it opened for business less than an hour ago and already, it was bustling- teeming with people. They were running from one end to the other, lining up outside of companywide sale signs and what the hell were they playing on the speakers? Was there something they were missing?

“Outta my way!” a stranger barged between the two of them as he adjusted a green toque on his head. He ran into a Bed, Bath, and Beyond and disappeared between the shelves.

“Ugh,” Dr. Thyme brushed herself off.

She turned to One, who seemed to be equally appalled, at the sight of the decorations and crowds of people. The side of his face almost curled at the sight of the luminous star over their heads as part of the seasonal festivities. Her eyes narrowed. She cleared her throat.

One’s eyes snapped back to her, remembering where he was and what their mission had to be.

“I’ll take the top floor, you take the bottom, understood?” Dr. Thyme said. “According to the tracker, 514 is further down this hall, but I won’t risk it getting away if it sees us before we see it. You call me when you find it.”

“Understood, Doctor.”

They split. Dr. Thyme was on the escalator up to the second floor and she soon disappeared.

****

One was on his own and moved forward, following his own route.

Everything was so sparkly.

Was this how regular people lived when they weren’t stuck in a lab? Running from one place to the next, yelling at strangers, hanging up lights for little reason?

What an odd thing to discover. It almost made One want to conduct his own research on normal humans. But of course, Dr, Thyme would never allow him the pleasure. His project now, was Skinwalkers, and anything else Dr. Thyme wanted. He was and always had been well-trained for Dr. Thyme. He would never give her the impression that he purposefully disobeyed her.

514, on the other hand-

The sound of jingling bells filled the large, busy hallway.

“HO HO HO!” a large and boisterous, red and white fluffy man stood atop a slowly moving sleigh through the mall. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

One furrowed his brows and then his eyes widened as Santa moved past him.

He had heard about Santa. He was always very curious to know what was so special about him. Apparently, he was some kind of genie that would grant people’s wishes under pine trees. One looked around. There were no pine trees directly observable to him at the time.

Remembering his mission, he continued on.

514 was close, and they hadn’t moved at all.

One stood at the end of a long, unmoving line of people and children. Santa was parked on his sleigh twenty-five meters ahead. From his data, it almost looked like 514 was standing with Santa.

One bustled forward through the line, drawing gasps and angry shouts from everyone behind him until he found it. 514, was short, but he knew the hair anywhere. He stood next to 514.

“514, Dr. Thyme and I are here to escort you back to the lab,” he stated.

514 regarded him with a small smile. “Oh no, not the laaaaab.”

“Could you maybe just be slightly more convincing?” he muttered.

Syn scowled, “what do you want me to do? Scream and run?”

“No, no, just… I don’t know.”

“This was your plan, One-” Syn reminded him. Lordy, he had been without Dr. Thyme for two days and he was already relapsing into his pre-conditioned state. Now that she was back, and mad as all hell, One was torn between one life he knew and another. She would have felt bad for him if he wasn’t such an asshole all the time.

A red velvet rope was unclipped, allowing the two of them to walk forward into Santa’s sleigh. Syn clapped her hands giddily and hopped onto Santa’s lap when she was told it was okay.

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas! Have you been good this year?”

Syn chuckled sardonically.

“That might be a better question for my handlers,” Syn gestured toward One, standing beside the two of them. He seemed a bit big to be sitting in Santa’s lap, but nevertheless, he had an urge to demand to be next.

Santa cleared his throat, raising a brow briefly at One, slightly scowling at the brand across his forehead.

“They… uh… they’ve been good,” he said sheepishly.

“Wonderful! What do you wish for this Christmas?” Santa asked.

“Wish?” Syn’s smile fell. She didn’t know she could wish for something. One never told her about the wishes.

“Yes, of course, dear thing! What do you want more than anything in the world?!”

Syn blinked. She was speechless. Unsure of what to say, because there was so much that she wanted to change, and yet also too much to simply ask a stranger on a sleigh for.

She sniffed back a tear and looked Santa in his blue eyes. They were icy, like the frost on a window.

“I think… I think I want the nightmares to stop.”

One shuffled awkwardly, and an elf motioned from behind a camera.

“Say ‘Presents!’” the elf hollered happily. A loud click sounded.

One pulled Syn down from Santa’s lap.

“Come on, she’s looking for you. We need to go.”

An elf passed out a couple of blue candy-canes to them and the very strange photo of the two of them on Santa’s sleigh; all of them looking concerned and forlorn.

“Awe, why can’t we just pretend like you never found me?” Syn pleaded. “You owe me one now! I got you into the mall to see Santa, just like you wanted! Just a bit more time, please!”

“I said, no, S- 514!”

Syn continued, despite the tight grip he placed on her arm. “-I passed by this place where apparently people can build bears! Bears, One! Dr. Thyme can build Skinwalkers but everyone else can just build bears. Bears kill people, and regular people can do it all the time? It’s insane.”

One raised his phone to his ear with a free hand and dialed out.

“Dr, Thyme, I’ve located 514. We are heading back to the van now.”

“It’s about time! I will be meeting you there shortly,” came the reply.

*****

Dr. Thyme hung up her phone. Confident enough that One would be able to contain 514 on his own, she continued gazing at the holiday spa packages over a counter.

Hot stone massage, a facial, and an hour in the steam-room for only 30 dollars? That seemed like a good deal, though, she had to admit that she had never experienced any of those in the past.

“Ma’am? Did you want the hot stone beauty package?” a worker asked from behind the desk.

Dr. Thyme bit her lip.

“Let me just cancel some other plans first,” she picked up her phone and called One back.

He was confirmed in the van with 514, and was fine with heading back on his own. Perfect. All taken care of.

Dr. Thyme could finally relax. After all, what was a holiday even for?

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Minced Beef Pasta Bake | Slimming World Friendly Recipe

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Minced Beef Pasta Bake | Slimming World Friendly Recipe

Pasta bake is always a bit of a crowd pleaser, and this one is no exception. I always find pasta bakes are a hit with the kids and they are filling enough to feed a family of 4 – 6 people. This recipe has essentially been designed with Slimming World in mind, using Syn free ingredients. But it is perfectly healthy for WW followers or people following a calorie defecit. 

This mince pasta bake is an indulgent, winter warming, pure comfort dish. Throw away the salads, it’s cold and we need stodge in our lives! It’s super easy to make and the perfect batch cook recipe as it freezes really well. This one is really cheeky too because we can hide some veggies in it and hopefully the kiddos won’t even notice (unless they are mine of course)!!

Why you’ll love this recipe….

So quick and easy to make

Perfect for the whole family

Sneaky veggies

Syn free when following the Slimming World plan

Batch cook friendly

Suitable for freezing

Batch Cook – Storage Information

Fridge: If you have any leftovers, let them cool to room temperature. Then, refrigerate them in a covered container and enjoy within 5 days.

Reheat: Reheating is easy! You can either microwave the leftovers on high power for a couple of minutes or pop back into the oven for around 10 minutes with a drop of water.

Freezer: This recipe freezes really well, so it’s a great meal prep dish! Before you freeze it, be sure to allow it to cool first. Once it has cooled, transfer into a freezer container or bag. Allow to defrost before reheating as normal. I would recommend around 3 months in the freezer.

Is this recipe Slimming World friendly?

This recipe uses all Syn Free ingredients and some of your Healthy Extra A allowance. It is perfectly Slimming World friendly. Remember to include some speed foods on your plate.

Also if you have any leftover veggies in the fridge you can finely chop and add them in this dish. Courgette, carrot, celery, onion, pepper would all work well.

Related Article: What is Healthy Extra A?

Minced Beef Pasta Bake

Pasta bake is always a bit of a crowd pleaser, and this one is no exception. I always find pasta bakes are a hit with the kids and they are filling enough to feed a family of 4 – 6 people. This recipe has essentially been designed with Slimming World in mind, using Syn free ingredients. But it is perfectly healthy for WW followers or people following a calorie defecit. Nutritional InformationSlimming World: Zero Syns and 1 Healthy Extra A portion per servingWeight Watchers: Coming SoonCalories: 505 Per Serving

Prep Time 10 minutes minutes

Cook Time 45 minutes minutes

Total Time 55 minutes minutes

300g Pasta [Any type, Dried]

500g Lean Mince Beef 5% Fat

1 Medium Carrot [Grated]

1 Onion [Peeled, Diced]

4 tbsp Tomato Puree

400g Chopped Tomatoes, Can

2 Garlic Cloves [Crushed]

1 tsp Basil

1 tsp Thyme

1 tsp Oregano

180g Cheddar Cheese [Grated]

Pinch Salt

2 Beef Stock Cubes

Boil the pasta according to package instructions with 1 beef stock cube. Drain once cooked, retain around 100ml of the water and set to the side.

Set the oven to 200°C / 180°C fan oven / 400°F / Gas 6.

Spritz a pan with low calorie cooking spray (or oil, syn it) and cook the onion over a medium heat for around 3 – 4 minutes.

Add the garlic and carrot. Sauté for a further minute.

Add the minced beef and cook until the meat has almost browned. Then, add basil, thyme, oregano, 1 crushed stock cube and salt. Cook until the meat has completely cooked and everything is mixed together nicely.

Stir in the tomato puree, then add the chopped tomatoes. Simmer over a medium heat for around 10 minutes.

Pop the pasta into the pan and mix everything together ensuring everything is fully coated. Transfer all of this to a casserole/baking dish.

Flatten the mixture out and top evenly with half of the grated cheese.

Pop into the oven for 10 minutes.

Remove and top with the rest of the grated cheese, return the oven for another 5 – 10 minutes.

Allow to rest for at least 5 minutes before serving.

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Please let me know how it turned out! Leave a comment below or share a photo on Instagram tagging me at @fatgirlskinny__ and the hashtag #fatgirlskinny.

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It’s taco Tuesday! – 3 recipes with video

Who says you have to save the party for the weekend? Gather your favourite amigos for this fantastic feast and taco your Tuesdays to the next level!  With Slimming World, you absolutely can enjoy all the foods you love – including tasty tacos and loaded wedges – and still get a great weight loss result. Plus, sharing a Mexican-style menu at home is a fun way to socialise and slim without forking out restaurant prices.  

Let’s taco! 

Recipes can be scaled up or down, depending on how big your party is.  Chicken tacos   Grab a taco and stuff it with our spicy chicken and peppers, plus salsa and salad. Or skip the shell to make this dish Free.    serves 4  3½ Syns per serving  ready in 1hr 15 mins  Budget tip: If you don’t have every spice or vegetable here, don’t worry – this dish is brilliantly versatile and will taste just as good without. You could also use a fajita spice mix instead of the separate spices (use the barcode scanner or Food Search tool to check whether your favourite is Free).  What you need:  3 skinless and boneless chicken breasts, thinly sliced  finely grated zest and juice of 1 lime  1 tbsp dried oregano  1 tsp smoked paprika   2 tsp ground cumin  1 tsp cayenne pepper  ½ tsp ground cinnamon  1 red onion, thinly sliced  2 red peppers, deseeded and thinly sliced  2 courgettes, cut into thin batons   100g mushrooms, thinly sliced  4 tbsp fat-free natural fromage frais  4 taco shells  For the salsa:  2 tomatoes, finely chopped  ¼ red onion, finely chopped  1½ tbsp finely chopped fresh coriander  Juice of ½ lime  For the salad:  1 iceberg lettuce, shredded  1 cucumber, halved and thinly sliced   6 tbsp fat-free vinaigrette  What you do:  1. Preheat your oven to 200°C/fan 180°C/gas 6.   2. Put the chicken in a wide bowl with the lime zest and juice, the oregano and the spices, then season lightly. Toss well, cover and chill for 20-30 minutes.  3. Spray a large non-stick frying pan with low-calorie cooking spray and put it over a high heat. Stir-fry the chicken for 5-6 minutes, or until golden. Add the onion, peppers, courgettes and mushrooms. Stir-fry for a further 5-6 minutes, or until the chicken is cooked through and the vegetables are tender.  4. Put all the salsa ingredients in a small bowl and give them a good stir to combine. Then put all the salad ingredients in a bowl, toss well and season with black pepper. 5. To serve, spoon a little fromage frais and salsa into each taco, then add the chicken mixture. Serve hot, with the salad. 

Chilli-loaded wedges  Upgrade your wedges with chilli and cheese to make tasty nacho-style spuds.  serves 2   6 Syns per serving    ready in 1hr 20 mins  Find the recipe here  Taco-stuffed giant mushrooms  These Tex-Mex mushrooms are seriously moreish and so simple to make.  serves 4  3 Syns per serving  ready in 40 mins  vegetarian  What you need:  low-calorie cooking spray  8 large portobello mushrooms  1 medium onion, finely chopped  1 red pepper, deseeded and finely chopped  4 garlic cloves, crushed  350g Quorn Mince  3 tbsp fajita seasoning*  400g passata  200g can sweetcorn kernels in water, drained  400g can black beans, drained and rinsed  80g reduced-fat Cheddar, coarsely grated  chopped fresh thyme, plus thyme sprigs, to serve  * Spice blends are Free so long as they’re made from herbs and spices only and don’t include any Synned ingredients like sugar, flour or oil. Slimming World members can use the barcode scanner or Food Search to check. You could also make your own spice mixes – find out how here.   What you do:  1. Preheat your oven to 200°C/fan 180°C/gas 6 and spray a large non-stick baking tray or roasting tin with low-calorie cooking spray.  2. Cut off and set aside the mushroom stalks. Scrape out the brown gills with a teaspoon and discard them. Season the mushrooms on both sides and put them in the baking tray, smooth-side down.  3. Chop the mushroom stalks and put them in a medium-size non-stick saucepan along with the onion, red pepper, garlic and 1 tbsp water.  4. Cover and cook over a medium-low heat for 5 minutes or until soft. Stir in the Quorn, fajita seasoning, passata, sweetcorn and beans, then cover again and simmer for 5 minutes. Season to taste.  5. Spoon the mixture into the mushrooms, top with the cheese and bake for 15 minutes or until the cheese has melted and the mushrooms are tender. Transfer to a serving plate, scatter over the thyme and grind over a little black pepper. Serve hot.  

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Mexican, Chinese, Indian, Italian, Thai… whatever your cuisine of choice, you’ll find lots of menu options on our member app and website. Join Slimming World today to unlock more than 1,900 delicious recipes!  Source link Read the full article

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USDA-CERTIFIED AJOWAN ESSENTIAL OIL

Ajowan Essential Oil, also known as ajwain seed oil, is extracted by steam distillation from the seeds of the plant Trachyspermum Ammi syn. Carum copticum. It has been used medicinally for thousands of years and is well-recognized for its antioxidant effects. It has a strong top note that is akin to Thyme and has a herbaceous, spicy, medicinal odor. It originated in the Eastern Mediterranean region, likely Egypt, and spread to Greece, Central Europe, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, and Pakistan. This plant has been used for ages in various civilizations for its fragrant and medicinal characteristics. Ajowan/Ajwain is well-known in Ayurveda for stimulating digestion and improving appetite.

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https://www.supergoldenbakes.com/tomato-soup-recipe/ Tomato Soup | Slimming World Syn Free This delicious homemade Tomato Soup is easy to make on the stove, Soup Maker or the Instant Pot. Packed with flavour, vegan or vegetarian and Syn Free on Slimming World. Equipment Immersion Blender Ingredients 1 onion , diced 1 bay leaf leave out for Soup Maker Method 4 garlic cloves , peeled 1 tbsp sweetener , such as Sukrin 1 ½ tsp Cajun seasoning 1 tsp salt 1 large carrot , diced 2 sweet potatoes , peeled and cubed 800 g | 28oz tinned tomatoes (chopped or plum tomatoes) 1 litre | 4 cups vegetable stock made with 2 stock cubes Salt and pepper to season Basil, parsley or thyme leaves to garnish For Cream of Tomato Soup 2-3 tbsp fat free yogurt (Slimming World Version) Or cream Instructions Stovetop Method Spray the pot with olive oil. Add the onions, bay leaf and garlic cloves and cook over low heat for 5-10 minutes until softened. Stir in the salt, cajun seasoning and sweetener. Add the carrot, sweet potatoes and tinned tomatoes. Pour in the vegetable stock and bring to the boil. Partially cover the pot, lower the heat and simmer for 30 minutes over medium heat. Remove and discard the bay leaf. Take the pot off the heat and blend using an immersion blender until the soup is smooth. Check the seasoning and add salt and pepper to taste. If you want to turn this into cream of tomato soup, stir in 2-3 tablespoons of fat free Greek yogurt (for SW soup) or cream. Blend again. Serve garnished with seeds, herbs, croutons or cheese (see recommendations). Soup Maker Method LEAVE OUT THE BAY LEAF FOR THIS METHOD. I used a Morphy Richards Total Control Soup Maker which has a 1.6 litre capacity. Add all the ingredients apart from the stock into the soup maker, packing everything down with the back of a spoon. Pour in the stock making sure to only fill up to the maximum capacity line. Select the Smooth programme and let it run until the soup is blended. Check the seasoning and serve as desired. #recipesofinstagram #recipesofkitchen #recipesofinstagram #cooking #kitchen #quarantine #quarantinelife #recipes #easyrecipes #vegan #vegankitchen #vegetarian https://www.instagram.com/p/CBvyc18HvUc/?igshid=1nfyhczw9se1v

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THE POWER OF PUNGENT HERBS

by Crooked Bear Creek Organic Herbs

Energetically warming herbs and spices can help us spark a little fire in the body by improving digestion, boosting circulation, moving out congestion, and more. Not only that, they’re readily available in our pantries, lending themselves to some tasty medicine.

When it comes to herbal flavors and actions, many of our most potent and memorable herbs are “pungent.” Think of those foods you use in cooking to add a kick to your dishes – ingredients like garlic, onions, horseradish, ginger, cayenne pepper, black pepper, mustard, and turmeric. These all add a whopping dose of spice and flavor, but they also play an important role in herbal medicine, providing warmth and reviving bodily systems.

Heating Up The Body

Pungent herbs are particularly popular during the colder months because they boost circulation, warm our bones, enhance digestion {of those harder -to- digest starchy storage crops and meats of winter}, stimulate the senses, help move and improve our resistance to infections. They also help to dry dampness.

Many herbs crossover as both pungent and carminative, particularly those of the mint family {such as bee balm, oregano, thyme, and rosemary}, as well as cardamom, clove, and cumin. Carminative herbs serve to aid digestion by improving assimilation, reducing bloating, and decreasing smooth muscle cramping.

In traditional Chinese medicine and Ayurveda, acrid herbs like lobelia and pulsatilla may also be categorised as pungent, but I {like many western herbalists} consider acrid herbs in a group all their own.

Generally, pungent herbs offer warming {even hot}, drying, and moving qualities. Therefore, we use them when the body is cold, damp, and stuck or stagnant. We rely on them heavily in winter when the season itself mimics these conditions. Certain body types or constitutions also lean toward this energetic pattern. In Ayurveda, the “kapha” dosha tends to be more heavyset and sluggish. These people might have a lot of mucus and congestion, often experiencing depression when they’re out of balance. Pungent herbs help light the fire!

Pungent herbs are less appropriate for someone who is already constitutionally hot, fiery, or dry {unless you balance them in a formula with cooling and moistening herbs}. For example, someone with hot flashes, an acute ulcer, or heartburn related to too much stomach acid will often find ginger and cayenne irritating. It’s interesting to note, though, that even though the summer seems like a bad time for spicy food, most of these spicy ingredients actually come from hot climates. In this areas, the pungent herbs help to disperse and move the heat out and induce sweating. Here are some of our best pungent herbs.

Garlic {Allium sativum}

Humans have used garlic for medicine for at least the last 4,000 years. Its use spread from Mesopotamia to China, then to Japan, Korea, and Egypt, and later to the western world via the ancient Greeks and Romans. During World War I, German soldiers relied on garlic as a penicillin substitute, as did the Russians during World War II.

Garlic consumed regularly decreases inflammation via a variety of pathways including the COX-2 enzyme, the protein complex Nf-kappa B, cytokines, and LOX. It supports the body’s immune system while also offering its own antimicrobial properties. Used topically and systemically, it targets various infections {even Lyme disease and pneumonia} and respiratory ailments and plays a role in cancer prevention and treatment. It aids detoxification via the liver’s phase II enzymes.

For heart health, it improves circulation, reduces blood sugar, inhibits platelet aggregation {blood stickiness}, modestly decreases bad cholesterol and hypertension, and decreases atherosclerosis.

Garlic also helps feed beneficial gut bacteria while discouraging pathogens. {And it even works to repel biting insects!}

With that said, garlic doesn’t agree with everyone. Some people get digestive upset or topical/mucosal irritation. As a blood thinner, it’s contraindicated for those taking blood-thinning medications and before surgery. And, of course, many people find the odour of garlic on the breath and skin off-putting. {“Odour-free” and aged garlic extracts offer benefits with less stink, but many of garlic’s key constituents, including allicin, are very unstable and difficult to preserve.}

Garlic contains a slew of sulphur-based compounds that offer antimicrobial and circulatory benefits. The best way to use real garlic is to chop or mince it, let it sit for 10 minutes, then enjoy it raw. You can use that to make salad dressing, hummus, etc. {While cooked garlic offers some benefits, it’s particularly inferior to the immune aspects.}

Onions {Allium cepa}

These relatives of garlic have many of the same benefits, but they’re generally considered weaker. Nonetheless, onions still offer antimicrobial, hypoglycemic, and cardiotonic benefits. Onions shine in loosening stuck mucus for easier expectoration. Raw or lightly cooked onions work best for this. You can lightly saute onions in oil and turmeric or curry powder, or try making onion-honey syrup. Onions have a reputation for drawing out toxins, though scientific validity of this is hotly contested. Again, onions can cause digestive upset and gas for some people.

Horseradish {Armoracia rusticana}

Onions aren’t the only plant that can make you cry. Horseradish root is so good at getting the juices flowing in your body, you’ll tear up just grating it. Eat it and you can expect your nasal passages to clear right out! It’s fantastic, the in-the-moment symptomatic remedy for sinus congestion, and its close relative wasabi {Eutrema japonicum, syn. Wasabia japonica} works similarly.

Horseradish and wasabi belong to the pungent cabbage/mustard plant family. Like garlic and onion, horseradish and wasabi not only move phlegm and stuck mucus but also act as warming, circulation-enhancing blood movers. They’re also digestive stimulants, kicking up digestive juices and fire while also fighting gut pathogens, which is one of the reasons why they’re often served alongside difficult-to-digest meats and potentially pathogenic foods like sushi.

These roots also lose their pungency relatively quickly once processed. Vinegar holds the heat relatively well, but prepared horseradish still mellows out over time – it might taste better in cheese, aioli, or a Bloody Mary, but it doesn’t pack the medicinal punch of the fresh stuff.

Ginger {Zingiber officinale}

This tropical cousin of turmeric and cardamom gives us a unique, pungent flavor. It offers similar benefits as its pungent pals but really shines for digestion and inflammation. Ginger root kicks things up a notch in the gut, improving digestive function {raw ginger even contains natural protein-digesting enzymes}, fighting pathogens, enhancing beneficial bacteria, and quelling nausea. Like turmeric, it has natural COX-2 anti-inflammatory properties and tends to work best for cold, stagnant pain and muscle tension. Studies have found that 250 to 300 mg of encapsulated ginger powder can ease menstrual cramps and migraines on par with medications.

Ginger also thins and moves the blood, breaking down fibrin, a blood protein associated with clotting and varicose veins. Raw ginger root has antiviral properties, and hot ginger tea or a bath helps induce sweating to break a fever. Both these actions make ginger useful at the first sign of a cold or flu. Sipping ginger and honey can help ease coughs and sore throats, too.

Ginger is usually well-tolerated compared to the previous herbs, but some people still find it too spicy. While it may protect against ulcer and aid many digestive issues, once someone has an ulcer, gastritis, or heartburn related to hyperacidity, ginger may be too hot and irritating for the condition. {Note that many people have heartburn from a lack of adequate stomach acid; these people often improve with ginger.}

In pregnancy, food doses of any of the above herbs are usually fine, but therapeutic/high doses are generally contraindicated due to a potential emmenagogue {stimulation of or increase in menstrual flow} effect.

Pungent Recipes

Once you get a handle on these warming recipes, you can start trying your hand at other pungent concoctions.

Thai Curry Fire Cider

This recipe is inspired by noted herbalist Rosemary Gladstar, with a few twists on the classic vinegar-honey infusion of pungent herbs. Enjoy it by the spoonful or shot glass if you feel like you need a pungent boost. It’s a nice tonic for cold and flu season, heart health, and a sluggish digestion. You can also work it into recipes. I grow and freeze my own lemongrass stalks for year-round use; otherwise, try finding it in the produce department of a well-stocked grocery or ethnic foods store. {Recently, a large herb company trademarked the term “fire cider,” effectively staking claim for a recipe previously freely shared among herbalists and coined by Rosemary Gladstar. If you’re not aware of this controversy, visit freefirecider.com to learn more.}

1/4 cup chopped onions

1/4 cup chopped ginger

1/8 cup {2 Tbls} minced garlic

1 Tbls grated horseradish

1 Tbls dried turmeric powder

4 fresh lemongrass stalks, chopped {optional}

4 sticks of Ceylon and/ or cassia cinnamon

Chopped red hot pepper, dried cayenne, or crushed red pepper to taste

A few black peppercorns

Raw apple cider vinegar

Raw honey {optional}

Salt {optional}

Combine herbs in a pint jar. {I like to use a food processor or strong blender to chop up the ingredients.} Cover three-quarters of the way with vinegar, then to the top with honey {or use all vinegar}. Cap with a plastic lid {vinegar eats through metal}. Shake regularly and strain after one month, storing in a glass bottle with a plastic lid and placing in a cool, dark, and dry spot. Consider keeping this in the cabinet with your culinary oils and vinegars for easy access.

Fire Cider, Maple, and Mustard Salad Dressing

This salad dressing is delicious over spring greens, while still adding enough warmth to cut the chill of late winter. I use a mix of bitter and tender salad greens, sliced crisp apples, pumpkin seeds/pepitas, and dried cranberries. Other nice ingredients include salmon, bacon, walnuts, pecans, and/or cheddar.

3 parts fire cider

2 parts maple syrup

1 part old-fashioned, whole-grain mustard

1 part olive oil

Whisk together vigorously or blend in a bullet blender until well-combined. Use as desired. It will keep in the fridge for several months.

This is my go-to on a colder day, especially if I’m coming down with a cold or flu. You can mix it up by adding fresh thyme sprigs, cinnamon sticks, and/or star anise. While you can certainly omit or use less honey, it does help buffer the heat of the ginger.

1-inch chunk of ginger, sliced thinly*

1/2 lemon, in wedges

2 Tbls of honey

16 oz hot water

In a well-insulated thermos {the kind that burns your mouth hours later}, combine all the ingredients. Squeeze the lemon wedges into the thermos and then drop them in. {The lemon wedges will get bitter over time; if this bothers you, you can forego dropping them in.} Stir. Let steep for one hour, then sip throughout the day. [If needed, add a few ice cubes to cool it to a drinkable temperature.}

If you want this to steep faster or you’re using a non-insulated container, grate the ginger instead, and then strain it out to drink.

Pungent Honey

This recipe works well with garlic, ginger, or onions. Enjoy it by the spoonfuls straight or in hot water for coughs, colds, sore throats, and to warm up on those cold, damp spring days. Let your chopped garlic sit for 10 minutes before continuing with the recipe.

1/2 cup chopped garlic, onion, or ginger

2 cups honey

In a saucepan, throw in the chopped herbs and cover with honey; stir and bring gently to heat. Before it boils, shut off the heat and let the mixture cool. Repeat the process a few more times over the course of one or more days, then strain. {Honey boils at approximately 100 degrees F, so if you can keep the pot at or below this temperature – like on the back of a wood stove or in a yogurt maker – you could just let it sit there uncovered for a few days.}

When the honey is ready, store it in the refrigerator and consume within a few months. {Watery honey is likely to ferment and mould over time at room temperature. But if your finished results is as viscous as regular honey, you may be able to store it at room temperature for one year.}

https://crookedbearcreekorganicherbs.com/2018/04/10/the-power-of-pungent-herbs/

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A firm, family favourite...TOAD IN THE HOLE WITH THYME. Serves 5 if using 10 sausages ! ( SW 5 syns per portion using slimming world sausages ) The recipe can be found on my website dailyrecipesbysuzanne.com #foodblogger #foodie #toadinthehole #slimmingworld #enjoyfood #instayum #foodstragram https://www.instagram.com/p/B0loe7sBjCE/?igshid=1ulgmx0corbjx

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This is a really lovely recipe for Spaghetti Primavera a tasty filling pasta meal that is colourful and full of flavour. Quite easy to make I thought you would like the recipe! Spaghetti Primavera Syn free on EE serves 4. Ingredients 200g dried spaghetti 1.2 litres hot vegetable stock 2 small finely chopped onions 1 tsp dried thyme 2 garlic cloves finely chopped 150g baby carrots 100g frozen petit pois 100g frozen broad beans 2 courgettes finely sliced 2 egg yolks 100g fine asparag

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Oh no! Poor Syn!

Gosh! Situations like this give me the heeby-jeebies! I’m really nervous about what Thyme is gonna do to Syn! I really hope brainwashing or something like that isn’t on the table.

Nice work! :D

Yet another prompt writing from @givethispromptatry (they’ve just got some great prompts!) Featuring—you’ve guessed it, Syn again. Here’s the prompt! (I slightly changed it to fit better, I hope that’s alright!)

Don’t mind any weirdness. I’m writing this a bit late at night, so things might not make total sense, sorry!

(Also, small language warning—there’s one f-bomb)

“You’ve changed for the worst,” Contempt dripped from her words as her face screwed up in a painful sneer.

“Coming from you, that is the best compliment I have ever received.” Syn grinned back, ignoring the pain from her collar as she strained against it.

These visitations from the doctor had become a daily occurrence. Each of them involved something different. Some days, the doctor and Syn just stared each other down, other days, the doctor found new and ultimately irritating ways to jab Syn with a syringe, and others were like today. Though, worryingly enough, Syn found it harder and harder to keep it together and stay awake in the doctor’s presence. Syn even realized she had been starting to refer to herself as that horrid number the doctor always called her.

All in all, not a good thing. Syn hoped someone was coming to save her soon.

Out of the blue, Doctor Thyme stood up and walked out of the room, much to Syn’s surprise. Not that she was going to be upset about this—anything would be better than having her creator in the same room as her.

Syn let her facade fall and sighed, no longer pulling against the chain that connected her collar to the wall. She closed her eyes, but snapped them open again when the door opened again. She froze and stared at the one who came through the pale doorway.

It was a tall, lean man with a white coat that matched the Doctor’s that contrasted nicely with his well-tanned skin. His eyes were a warm ebony and a pale X crossed over his forehead.

“Why don’t you die, One?” Syn asked tiredly.

“I could ask the same of you, 514.” One sat down a little ways away from her. He grinned, baring horribly black needles for teeth. “I could kill you right here, right now, but for god knows what reason, the whitecoat wants you alive.”

“Yay me.”

One smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Now, though I’m not allowed to kill you, I did come here for a reason.”

If he was waiting for Syn to say something, she didn’t. That seemed to through him off, but he recovered quickly.

“Stand up, 514.” One said, standing up as he spoke . Syn sighed and stood up.

“Want to know why I came in here?” One walked closer. “You irked the whitecoat, so she decided to do a test she had saved for later.”

Syn rolled her eyes. “She’s notoriously easy to annoy.”

“Doesn’t mean you should do it,” One warned.

“You kidnapped me!” Syn laughed incredulously, the exhausted feeling melting away. “You fucking knocked me out and brought me to the one place I don’t want to be, and you’re telling me that I’m getting in trouble for annoying one stupid watcher?”

She spread her arms out and spun around. “You wanna teach me a lesson, Thyme? Do it yourself!” She glared at One, fully realizing this was an awful idea. “Don’t send your stupid lapdog to do it!”

One glared back, glanced at one of the walls, then bared his teeth in a hellish smile. Syn felt her heart freeze. Without another word, his body contorted and twisted into the form of a massive, red, bull-like creature with four midnight wings jutting out of his broad shoulders.

That was all Syn could see before a hooked hoof connected with her skull. The world spun and sparked with pain. Syn felt the urge to change into her own monster, to be able to fight back, to do anything, but couldn’t drag herself out of the choking darkness that enveloped her mind.

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SW Recipe of the Week

Recipe of the week. Mushroom Macaroni. 30g dried porcini mushrooms, 400g sliced chestnut mushrooms, 3 garlic cloves, 2tsp fresh thyme, 500g dried macaroni, 1ltr boiling stock, 200g quark & fresh parsley. Soak porcini mushrooms for 20 mins in boiling water. Drain & finely chop. Frylight pan, add porcini mushrooms, fresh mushrooms, garlic & thyme, fry until tender. Add the macaroni pasta, the stock & season, stirring regularly, simmer for 10 mins, until stock absorbed, remove from the heat, stir in the quark & most of the parsley. Serve & decorate with the remaining parsley. Syn free, serves 4, Enjoy with maybe parmesan from HE A

[healthier-recipes]

Caribbean Pulled Pork

I came up with this after looking at the barbecue pulled pork recipe on the SW website - I don’t like barbecue sauce or sweetener (that recipe calls for 3 tbsp of the stuff!) but I loved the idea of SW friendly shredded meat so I sat down and wrote out my own pulled pork recipe! It’s one of the tastiest things I’ve ever made (the boyfriend loves it too!)

Syns: 0.5 or less a serving!

Serves: 6 - 10

Ingredients

2kg pork shoulder, skin and fat removed

1 onion, finely chopped

500g passata

1 tbsp thyme vinegar or white wine vinegar

2 tbsp Worcestershire sauce

2 tbsp Dunn’s River chicken seasoning (3 syns total)

1 tbsp Dunn’s River all purpose seasoning

4 garlic cloves, finely chopped (or 1 cube of Taj’s frozen garlic)

1 chicken stock cube

½ - 1 tsp chilli flakes

1 tsp dried thyme

1 tsp garlic granules

½ tsp sumac (optional)

Salt or onion salt (optional)

Method

Remove all skin and fat from the meat and discard. Combine the garlic granules, 1 tbsp of the chicken seasoning, all purpose seasoning, thyme, sumac, pepper, onion and 1 tbsp of Worcestershire sauce and rub into the pork shoulder. Marinate overnight.

 Combine the chopped garlic, vinegar, 1 tbsp of Worcestershire sauce, 1 tbsp chicken seasoning, chilli flakes and passata in a pan, crumble in the stock cube and simmer for 15 minutes.

 Put the marinated pork in your slow cooker, and pour over the sauce. Cook on high for 6 hours, or low for 8-10 hours (it should pull apart easily).

 Remove pork from the slow cooker, and cover with foil to rest. Meanwhile, pour the sauce out into a large saucepan and boil on a high heat, stirring frequently until sauce is reduced by a third and thickens up. Taste and adjust seasoning if necessary.

 Using two forks, pull the pork into bite sized pieces, and pour over the sauce. Mix in to evenly coat all the pork. Enjoy with rice and salad, on a wholemeal roll (as your healthy extra b), or in egg wraps for a delicious low-carb twist.

 Notes: Pork shoulder is a fatty meat, so you’ll probably need to cut the joint into 3 or 4 smaller pieces in the process of getting rid of all the fat but this won’t affect the end result. 

When I first came up with this recipe, I included 2 tsp of onion salt when I marinated the pork – however when eating it with wraps, it tasted sooo salty because the Dunn’s river seasonings and stock cube already contain salt (it’s not as noticeable when you have it with rice, but I do love salty food!) so I would suggest adding salt to taste after the sauce is thickened up. To make it syn-free, you could also swap the one tbsp of chicken seasoning in the sauce for all purpose seasoning which is free. I might also add a finely diced red pepper in for extra speed next time!