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hello! happy halloween if you celebrate it
so i was originally gonna draw this idea but i cant draw, so i thought i’ll write this into a fic but i didn’t have enough to write it so i decided why not just make it a post? but basically this is my halloween parrlyn x kids idea (picture lizzie as about 10 and mae is about 6)
so basically for some reason i got this idea in my head about lizzie dressing up as lily evans/potter for halloween and i could just imagine her with her bright red hair and her big green eyes that are the only feature she got from anne, and her little gryffindor robes and everyone keeps asking her if she’s meant to be hermione or ginny weasley, and she gets so annoyed with them all cause CLEARLY she’s lily evans have they ever READ a book before? anne joked that she should have made herself look dead, which caused lizzie to shoot anne a look that almost made anne herself drop dead
and little mae wanted to dress up just like her big sister (cause we all know mae would idolise her big sister and want to do everything that lizzie did) but lizzie wanted harry potter to be HER thing and threw a massive fit when mae tried to pull out her tiny hufflepuff robes to match, so instead cathy and anne convinced mae to choose her own favourite book character which is dorothy from the wizard of oz, and she has her hair in little curly braids tied up with blue ribbon bows, and the plaid dress and a little basket with a toy dog in it that she “borrowed” from her aunty kitty, and cathy stayed up for three days straight gluing red rhinestones to a pair of shoes for mae just so she could have her ruby slippers because the only ones she could find online wouldn’t arrive in time and there was no way their little baby was going to do halloween with an incomplete costume
and of course the mums had to get involved and get dressed up too
anne decided that there was only one thing she could dress up as and that was a witch (after being accused of being one in her first life) so she found this long black lace dress and a cape cause “capes are fuckin cool”, and she did have a witches hat but it didn’t fit on her head with her space buns so she left it behind because she could never go without the space buns, and she’s got a dark red lipstick that’s almost black it’s so dark, and a wand that she spray painted black since it was originally pink and sparkly and that didn’t fit her branding and she looks and feels so badass
and finally cathy, who isn’t really the biggest fan of halloween (she prefers christmas), so she decided to let mae choose her costume, and mae being a typical 6 year old kid chose elsa, and cathy was originally hesitant cause elsa is so cliche and she looks nothing like elsa, but mae was so excited about her mama dressing up as her favourite princess that she just couldn’t say no and went out right away to buy the best elsa costume she could find, and even if it was the most cliché costume ever the grin on mae’s face when she saw her mother in the dress with her hair braided back was so worth it (plus it was cathy’s signature colour so she wasn’t complaining)
so halloween comes around and the four of them get all dressed up and go trick or treating together like the proper little family they are, and lizzie uses her boleyn charm to convince people to give her extra candy with just a bat of her eyes and a sweet smile, and mae gets tired of carrying her basket with her dog in it after about 5 minutes, and gets tired of walking not long after, so anne ends up carrying the basket (sparking plenty of “i got you my pretty and your dog too” jokes from anne) while cathy carries mae and lizzie runs ahead of them, so excited to get as much candy as her little pumpkin basket will hold
and by the time they get home both lizzie and mae are fast asleep, exhausted from their night of adventuring, and cathy and anne tuck them into bed before they settle down to watch the witches (the 90s version) and sneak a little bit of the girls halloween candy because they walked them around to get it so they EARNED that candy, and plus mae doesn’t like nougat, and lizzie doesn’t like peanuts or coconut so they weren’t gonna eat those ones anyways... right??
#parrlyn#six the musical#anne boleyn#cathy parr#catherine parr#mae parr#lizzie boleyn#halloween#parrlyn fic#parrlyn fanfic#anne boleyn x catherine parr
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I’m rewatching Journey to Babel and I have a *lot* of feelings
and i also have pumpkin liqueur with ice cream and you should too
i have BIG feelings about the very first shot of sarek being one where spock and bones are in the foreground as spock tries to teach bones the ta’al and the two are doing their banter as normal. like sarek boards the enterprise probably knowing spock would be there, and there’s huge fanfare, all eyes on him, except for one person, and that person is his son, who’s too busy talking to his friend to fuckn bother looking up for him
what kind of an asshole do you have to be to not return the ta’al, at all, ever, much less to your own child, like i don’t even fuckn care that they’ve been estranged for 18 years, what the fuck @ Sarek
and jim and bones agree with me. they have that quick exchange as the tension grows and sarek looks away, and i’m RIGHT there with them because they KNOW what a big deal this shit is and right out of the gate for seemingly no reason this guy’s just gonna insult spock like that
we see bones think about trying the ta’al for all of one second and then my boi puts his hand back down and i’m like good, he doesn’t deserve your well-wishes
and when amanda comes up?? when sarek presents her to jim??? she brushes past spock without so much as a glance. i hate them both so much
now. we all love to laugh about jim asking if spock wants to beam down to visit his parents and then having to get told that “.....these.....ARE my parents....” but i’d also like to point out that jim’s original plan was to have spock show sarek and amanda around, likely because of a mix of being the first officer + being a vulcan. when sarek asks for someone else, jim and bones make eye contact again, and this one is more steely than the last. they were surprised and annoyed at the unreturned ta’al, but they’re both straight-up pissed now, and they don’t even know the tea yet. i would like to suggest jim goes out of his way to point out that spock is both well-regarded and a fellow vulcan, all while also trying to give him an out for a few hours, since none of them are happy about being around this many politicians anyway, and there’s clearly something Up with these two specifically. idk i really like that the timing and tone indicates jim specifically chose to offer that to spock because of what had just happened. of course it really blows up in his face, but, well, how could he have known considering none of these people chose to fuckn tell him
on that note, damn, we all talk about this one, but what the hell was spock’s plan huh? did he think jim knew, somehow? did he think he’d have a chance to explain later on? did he think he could get away with no one ever finding out? was his sole purpose truly just to sow chaos? did he try to find some way to explain all this beforehand and just kept falling short until the deadline was upon him and he just went in blind hoping for the best? not very logical in any case but wow is it a mood
the first. and i mean THE FIRST FUCKING THING amanda says to spock is “after all these years among humans, you still haven’t learned to smile” okay lemme just break down all the ways i’m in a damn rage over this
FIRST OF ALL, when they + jim arrive in engineering where spock is, he doesn’t seem to have been aware they were coming, and his back was to the door at the time, which means they effectively snuck up on him. he gets up, turns around, and settles into parade rest, as he do. he doesn’t acknowledge them beyond that, and jim continues the tour past him, graciously attempting to end the brief and unexpected encounter smoothly. need i remind us all that both sarek and amanda actively chose to not acknowledge spock before this; indeed, sarek actively insulted him twice, and amanda settled on simply acting like she’d never seen him before in her life. they set the tone here. his reaction in this scene is simply falling in step with what they had set, and is actually on the polite end of that.
amanda breaks this no-contact with an immediate insult both to spock as an individual and to his vulcan side, which she knows spock highly values. furthermore, her exact words are something many of us have repeatedly heard. they are invalidating words that seek to shame a person for not presenting what they have deemed the correct emotion at the correct time. they’re invalidating enough when used on a person who is actively happy and just doesn’t show it in the way some are used to seeing it, but that isn’t what’s happening here. no, here amanda knows exactly what she and sarek have done to alienate spock just in the last 5 minutes, let alone the last 18 years. she knows precisely why he would be on edge here, and seek to avoid another encounter. she’s fully aware of his discomfort, and chooses to make her first words to him scolding ones.
his response is measured, and scans as normal, but there’s tension in his tone, as there rightfully should be under the circumstances. and yet her next words are scolding him for not visiting her, despite the fact that he and sarek are estranged and she knows that, despite the fact that she’s given him not a single fuckn reason to do so in both scenes she’s been in so far.
can we talk about “my wife, attend” and “mr spock, a moment if you please” and the fact that the parallel is completely obvious and jim is really clearly doing it so that spock can show off after it became clear that just walking past wasn’t gonna be an option (thanks, amanda). that ALSO immediately blows up in his face, but dammit, he’s trying. i feel for jim here honestly. he keeps trying to help spock out and at every turn he accidentally does the worst possible thing. anyways spock takes off, thankfully, and i sure hope the man gets to go have a solid meditation time before the dinner later, because Lord knows he’ll need it
so then sarek, that little sniveling bitch, bows out on the rest of the tour. because “offense is a human emotion,” but pettiness is SURE vulcan. the humans are now alone. important to note that jim did not hear what amanda and spock just said to each other. all he saw was that the second amanda had an opportunity to speak to spock without sarek hearing them, she took it. he therefore likely thinks (correctly, to a degree) that he and amanda are on better terms. he’s also more comfortable with her because she’s human. so the first thing he says, after finally letting himself actually show some of the massive discomfort he’s been feeling this whole time, is “i don’t understand him,” meaning sarek. he’s hoping to gauge amanda and get some insight on what the HELL is wrong with sarek. and he and amanda hit it off! amanda is charming! they’re cute together! meet the mother-in-law is going well, and based off the way amanda says “he is a vulcan; i’m his wife,” it seems pretty clear that amanda is woke to The Premise from the get-go. meet the son-in-law is going well. jim then tackles the big question. the father/son estrangement.
“spock is my best officer. and my friend” says jim immediately, because amanda’s response indicates the sarek isn’t wrong for the way he just treated spock, and wow is jim not gonna stand for that for a second. we love to see it.
amanda is wearing this “concerned mother” expression as she talks about how it’s “hard” for spock to be split between humans and vulcans, as if she ever actually understood any of that when she so clearly doesn’t.
let me. let me get this straight. let me just. let me really just. get this hammered in here. “it’s logical,” says amanda, for sarek and spock to have not spoken as father and son for 18 years, because spock chose starfleet, and sarek had wanted him to carry on the family tradition at the VSA. sarek is so fucking upset that spock chose a different career than the one he wanted him to have that he cut contact for nearly 20 years, and, amanda says, “it’s logical.” “it’s the vulcan way.” “it’s a better way than ours, but it isn’t easy.” what about this is the vulcan way? what the fuck? what the FUCK.
anyways. stubbornness. a human trait. that grin. yeah, these two are tight now, as shitty as amanda may be.
this post is about spock’s family life so i won’t rant about the colored marshmallow wine.
jim: *kicks back a shot as he has to listen to sarek speak words*. what a mood
bones: now’s my time to shine. my time to learn all the dirt on spock.
spock: no, please, no
amanda: now is my time to shine. my time to sow chaos
this is it. this is why spock tried to not let bones know who sarek and amanda were. this was it all along
“you embarrassed spock this evening” says sarek, to amanda, when they are alone. “not even a mother may do that. he is a vulcan.” i’m gonna cut a bitch, i swear, this guy, this guy thinks telling your son’s friends about a childhood pet is worse than not returning the ta’al, what the fuck. don’t act so fucking high and mighty sarek. don’t even start with me.
TO AMANDA’S CREDIT, she needles sarek about how he actually is proud of spock and just doesn’t want to admit he’s been wrong for the last 18 years.
their marriage is cute i’ll give them that
“threats are illogical and payment is usually expensive” IS a baller line, even though it comes from sarek. see this is the thing, sarek and amanda both have redeeming qualities. i can’t quite manage to hate either of them completely. which is what makes this episode so good.
mm. i really like how bones just like, really tries to avoid outing sarek as a suspect, and just looks to spock instead. we love to see it.
“sorry, it couldn’t have been me, i was busy having a heart attack”
“sorry, can’t argue, am having a heart attack now”
the vulcan way is to time heart attacks to the most dramatic times possible
spock: jim, please, please stop trying to make me feel feelings about my father. i am NOT prepared for that shit right now, for the love of surak.
also, this episode said “uhura is a vital member of this team” and we love to see it
someone get amanda a damn chair, her husband’s in the middle of dying
spock: wow. i was dreading this trip but i did not anticipate having to deal with the fact that i still care about my shitty father
OOOOOOOOKKKKAAAAYYYY. when spock puts together the plan to use the drug on himself and then give the necessary blood to sarek, amanda is the one to explicitly put it together. when spock says yeah, still under the “emotions? none here, all i have is Logic,” we cut back to amanda, who goes through several emotions in the close-up. she knows. she knows spock’s quick willingness to take the risk is stemming from care for sarek, despite the fact that he’s been an extremely shitty father. she also looks maybe a little guilty. and i hope she feels that way. some guilt would do her good.
this whole episode really sucks for bones. he’s just trying to be a decent medical practitioner and no one is respecting that.
oh here’s kirk’s ass
gosh this fight scene is fucking outta nowhere. i fucking love this show. it’s weird as hell. what the HELL is this fighting technique. and passing like that? i’m losing my mind what the hell
THAT SAID this episode REALLY sucks for spock. homeboy’s already going through some massive shit and then jim gets critically injured. we hate to see it
oh no. oh shit. here it comes. the worst scene. the scene that makes me want to throw things at the screen. here we go
FUCK YOU, AMANDA. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU, AMANDA. FUCK. YOU.
this isn’t even a vulcan-based decision. This is the kind of decision a human in the same situation would also have to make. spock CANNOT hand over command right now. there are dozens of delegates on board. the captain has been critically injured. there is an extremely dangerous, unidentified ship just outside. there is so obviously a scheme at work. there is immediate danger to hundreds of individuals, and as first officer, he has a duty to the ship. he literally says all this. he literally says that he would do it if he could without abandoning everyone else. this decision is logical, but it is not devoid of emotion. he states that clearly. but does amanda listen? no. she doesn’t. her ears are closed in this conversation. she only has one goal here: shame spock into obedience. and when he refuses to yield, she gets aggressive.
i get it, okay. i do. this situation is awful for her. she’s stressed to the max. she has an outburst, a mistake. but what she does isn’t acceptable. it’s awful, it’s horrible, i hate her for it so much.
i have more i could say on this subject, but this post is about the whole episode, not just this scene.
“we cannot disregard that philosophy for personal gain, no matter how important that gain might be.” your 1 is showing mr spock. also i love you. i’d ask you to marry me but you’re already married
oh, i hate her. OH, i hate her.
the gaslighting, folks!! the shaming!!!! the emotional manipulation!! i hate it!! i hate it so much!!!! OHHHHHHH MY GOSH I HATE THIS
oh wow i’m gonna have to make a second post just about this scene later. i can’t type it all now. i don’t have time and also i’ve get too emotional
spock can’t even talk it out with jim because jim’s busy being near death in the same damn room as his father, and he can’t go to bones because bones is busy trying to keep them both from dying, and he can’t go to uhura because uhura is busy tracking the threat.........ohhhhh i hate this so much
the hand he puts up against the door that will ultimately mirror wrath of khan, only this door isn’t clear, and the gesture isn’t returned....... i hate this so much
jim, finding out about all the shit that’s gone down while he’s been unconscious: can’t damn a man for his loyalty. YES JIM YES. this is what we love to see. everyone else sees spock’s actions so far as disloyal to his father. only jim has seen them as acutely loyal, to starfleet. AND he’s willing to put himself in danger to let spock off the hook.
spock, looking from jim to bones back to jim: mm. i sense bullshit. and you know what? plausible deniability. yeah sure i’ll go save my father’s life.
I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT, that the plan jim made upon waking up assumed spock was overly cautious in thinking scotty shouldn’t be put in command. he intended to let scotty take over as soon as spock was gone. then. after a mere few seconds on the bridge, he changes his plans. spock had been right. spock was RIGHT to stay in command. VINDICATION.
okay i don’t even think amanda should be in the room right now but she should CERTAINLY have a damn chair
spock, in the middle of an operation: okay WAIT actually i just figured it ou- *is sedated* this is just like hermione getting petrified
wow this episode really sucks for bones. the poor man’s doing surgery on vulcans in the middle of a space battle.
jim, immediately: is spock okay. don’t give me this bullshit is hE OKAY YES OR NO
the end scene is sweet. EXCEPT FOR SAREK BEING A BITCH, AS HE FUCKN DOES. “one does not thank logic” fuck you man
“Logic, logic, FUCK your logic” - let amanda say fuck edition
we do like to see sarek finally speaking to spock of his own free will, but he’s still an asshole
okay this bit with the triumvirate. very cute. a nice ending. we need some release after that damn episode.
i can’t believe i made it to the end. i started at 8:15 and it’s 10 now.
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Let the Tides of Change Come
Part 1
Pairing(s): Carlos de Vil/Jane/Oc, Ben/Mal, Evie/Doug, Gil/Jay
Word Count: 2,062
Summary: Sometimes the power to rewrite things comes in the form of jumping right into the Descendants universe and giving everyone a piece of your mind.
Doug’s stereotypical nerdy band kid shtick? Out the window it goes.
The adults not knowing how to do anything right? Not on my watch.
Kids being stuck on a prison of an Island? You’re all coming with me now.
For Micha, they’ve taken on the grueling task of heading to the surface to help teach the kids of Auradon and the Isle that it’s okay to talk things out and to not give into the rules and expectations of the older generation.Will someone at least give these teens a moment to breath in between saving the kingdom please? Jesus.
A/N: A few notes before we get into things:
"Michael" is pronounced "MI-kha-ehl"
"Micha" is pronounced "MI-kha"
and "Marius" is pronounced "MA-ree-oos"
Having been a long way from any civilization, it took a while for Micha and the stranger (whose name they found out was Marius) to maneuver through all the vegetation and ruins. It seemed that because the Atlanteans were so focused on surviving they never truly stepped out of their city limits and stayed within its walls. Which, Marius remarked, was the reason why the two of them had ventured out so far initially; to search for any other clues behind their people’s past and possibly find more resources.
While the two moved along (albeit very slowly as Micha were getting slightly distracted by everything around them.) Micha had come to some conclusions:
The first thing was that they would take on the name of “Michael”. Or as Marius had called them, “Micha” for short. It’d be easier to take on a new name instead of trying to convince others that they were someone else. And seeing how they were stuck in this body for however long, they’d need to get used to the name change.
The second thing they found was that though they’ve never actually worked out in their previous life, the muscle memory for their current body was strong. Whenever it came to dangerous ledges or crumbling stones, they were able to instinctively get over any obstacle in their way. Climbing rock walls was easy without having to breaking a sweat. And if they wanted to, they could have gone up a couple flights of stairs with the energy they had left. Just from feeling the firmness of muscle on their body showed how often the previous Micha probably exercised. It was kind of scary, not gonna lie.
It was like they were thrown straight into a storybook. One where the main character got transported into a new body in a whole different universe. Which was kind of cool but also made them question a few things like: Where did the original soul go? Did they switch bodies when they were underwater nearly drowning? Did Micha straight up die in their sleep like all the other protagonists? Was this just an Atlantis plotline or some sort of weird Disney multiverse universe? How did all this work anyway?!
All these questions ran through their mind like race cars on a track crashing and swerving into each other. Just trying to pick them out from each other gave Micha a huge headache. So, they decided it was best to not think about it anymore and just kept their eyes on the trail. For now, it was best to decide what they were going to do from here on out. Lightly scratching their chin, they began to think of what others did in similar scenarios. Ah yes. What would that one anime protag do?
“Would you stop acting like a dazed fool? We’re here.” Marius called out to them. Snapping out of their stupor they hadn’t realized they had even passed into the city. They really needed to start paying attention to their surroundings.
Looking up, they saw Marius standing in front of a pair of doors. On the door there was a large engraved spiral going outwards from the center with door handles that were stone carved heads. Though it looked to be worn down with age, you remembered it that same exact door leading to the throne room in the movie. There were even guards standing next to the door who weren’t telling the two of them to go away. Not understanding why they were there, Micha gave Marius a weird look. Was he some sort of hot shot or something to be able to go to the throne room? But he said they were going “to Mother and Father.” Wait. Did that mean he was a part of the royal family? Were they a part of the royal family? Are they even siblings?
With no further explanations Marius nodded to the guards to open the door. He righted himself and stood with his arms behind his back like some sort of official. Not knowing what to do exactly Micha stood beside him awkwardly. “Stand up straight. It’s not good to slouch in front of the King and Queen.” He chided them, not even looking their way as he did so. They could only roll their eyes and did as he said, trying to push away the slight anxious feeling down in their gut.
With the doors fully opened, Marius sauntered in. Micha on the other hand, couldn’t help but lag behind to take in the wonder of the throne room. “Mother. Father. We’re back.” He went to formally bow but was stopped by a man with an American accent.
"You know you don't need to be so stiff with us, right?" The American called in a teasing tone, coming closer to the two of them. Before them was Milo Thatch who didn’t look a day over 30. He was still lanky like before, but they could see he had grown some amount of muscle required to live here in Atlantis. "My own son, bowing down before me. Come on! Give your old man a hug." He stood Infront of Marius with his arms spread wide, a warm smile on his face. Marius looked like he wanted to resist, but Milo’s smile was too bright, he could only hesitate before slowly sinking into his father’s arms with a face full of embarrassment. Micha almost let out a laugh at the sight, but the daggers sent their way made them look away like they hadn’t seen anything.
Without anything really to look at, their eyes naturally landed on the older yet still charming Kida Nedakh. She hadn’t seemed to age as much either and retain much of her beauty. It felt like there was more of a mature aura around her now, and her hair had grown past her waist. She hadn’t lost the gleam of adventure in her eyes, but her posture told them that she had many years of knowledge under her belt. It must have been the magic of the crystal. Since it helped the Atlanteans be near immortal it must have cause them to physically age at a much slower rate as the years went by.
Kida was so beautiful that when she went to chuckle at the two men, Micha actually felt themselves blush. Feeling flustered they immediately looked down at the ground to avoid eye contact. For people they once thought were fictional, the couple were pretty breath taking to look at. It felt kind of wrong to look at them both for too long. How were you supposed to talk to breath taking people? Heck! How were you supposed to talk to breath taking heroes who were once cartoons? Oh god this was starting to get to real. Reality was starting to crash into them. They took in a shaky breath and held their head to try to regain some sort of ground.
"Michael?" Kida’s smooth voice called above them, bringing them back. Before they had realized it, Kida had made her way in front of them, a look of concern on her face. Usually when the two children would come into the throne room, Micha would always jump in at the prospect of Marius’ embarrassment and join in on the fun. It was odd that they were just standing there looking like they were out of sorts. It worried Kida a bit. “Is there something wrong my dear?”
Realizing their probably out of character behavior, they straightened themselves out and quickly shook their head. They didn’t want to speak out loud incase they’d say something else out of character. Though that probably wasn’t hard because who knew what the previous Micha was like before.
At Micha’s sudden muteness, Milo unwrapped his arms from Marius and went to kneel in front of them. “Are you feelin’ alright pumpkin? Usually you can’t wait to jump on your brother.” He reached to touch their shoulder, but the quick moment had Micha stepping back a bit. Not knowing what he did, Milo looked to be a little hurt by their action. They cursed at themself. Milo was a good guy, but Micha was just thrown into a whole new world with strangers that they didn’t know, and they weren’t really feeling touchy feely right now.
"I…" Micha began. They tried to find some way to explain themselves. Something to possibly relieve the tension, but things were coming up blank.
Seeing their troubles, Marius spoke up, “Michael almost drowned themselves today at the cove.” When the couple gasped in shock he further explained, “There was nothing wrong with them physically. However, they have been acting strange ever since.” Of course, he had to make the situation worse. What did they expect? Since they’ve first met, he’s only been a jerk to them and now, he had to open his big dumb mouth. They gave him a dirty look, hoping it could somehow beat him over the head or something.
Before Micha could look back to see the older couple’s reaction, they were suddenly embraced and cradled like a baby. Kida pulled back enough to try and find any injuries while Milo took to crying in their ear about the thought of his child almost drowning. “Oh, my baby! That must have been horrible! Daddy’s so sorry you had to go through that!” He whaled as his embrace tightened.
“Please… let go.” They squeezed out.
Not hearing them, Milo proceeded to only hug them tighter. So much so that their face started turning blue. Thank god Kida smacked him over the head to let them go or else they would have popped like a balloon. “Can’t you see that they’re suffocating? Let go already.” Realizing his mistake, he gave an awkward laugh and let go.
He stood up besides the two and scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry. Force of habit.” Kida gave him a nod and brought Micha closer to her, rubbing small circles in their back as they gathered their breath.
“No Father. Do go on. I don’t think Micha’s been squished enough.”
“Well if you say it like that, I’d have to say someone else needs more hugs than Micha right now.”
“I prefer to disagree.”
“Aw come on. Not even for your pops?”
“Especially for you, your highness.”
“So cold.”
“Enough you two.”
With all the chaos going around them, Micha didn’t know where to focus exactly. The Nedakh family were so comfortable with each other that they could bounce off each other like pin balls. It made it hard for them to try to interject. They had questions that needed to be answered, and though this little family back and forth was funny, they needed the information now. With renewed confidence they shot out a question on top of their head.
“Are… Are you guys my family?"
…
Oh my god! Micha smacked themselves in the head. Really? The one question to start out with and that was the one they just had to pick? Fuuuck! I’m so screwed.
While Micha was screaming at themselves silently, they hadn’t noticed the room fall silent. It wasn’t until Milo threw his hands up in hysteria that they noticed.
“Oh my god! They don’t remember us! What are we going to do?!?” The room filled with his panic like the world was coming to an end. He grabbed onto Marius and began shaking him wildly back and forth as he dissolved into crazy ramblings. Being the unfortunate victim of his father’s chaos, Marius tried to calm him down but was thrown here and there by Milo’s mysterious strength.
Ignoring the commotion behind the two of them, Kida knelt down on her knees and gently touched Micha’s shoulders. She searched their eyes for something. When she couldn’t seem to find it, her face melted into something of concern and something else that was unreadable.
"Do you really not remember who we are?"
There was something in Kida’s clear blue eyes that made them want to tell the truth, but at the same time they couldn’t. There was no way of telling how all of them would react. What if they thought Micha was some sort of crazy person? Would they be locked up forever because of it? Of course, they knew that Kida and Milo were at least going to hear them out, but would they actually believe a small child?
Micha’s expression scrunched more and more with all the heavy thoughts weighing down their mind. They were so lost in what to do. And they had only just came to this world not even an hour ago.
Seeing the intensity in their face, Kida squeezed their shoulders to get their attention again. She brushed a stray hair behind their ear and without missing a beat she looked them in the eyes and gave the gentlest smile. “Whatever is on your mind. I will listen. Anything you have to say, I will not judge you for it.” The words filled Micha with warmth. Kida was trying to reassure them, and it was somewhat working. Her touch seemed to ground them, calming their nerves and helped them drown out everything else.
Kida and Milo believed in each other to find the truth. And when they found it, they protected it with everything they had. The two of them wouldn’t judge a person just because they said some improbable things and would absolutely listen to them all the way through. Not to mention if Micha wanted to get through this whole situation, these two were probably the best help they could get.
Micha only hesitated for a second longer before gathering up all the courage they had. With tightly clenched hands, they began. “Have you ever heard of reincarnation?”
There was a confusion in Kida’s eyes. It didn’t occur to them that with the crystals help, their people had rarely died out and tended to live for long periods of time. So of course, she had never heard about reincarnation before. In their effort to try to explain it somehow to the older woman they hadn’t realized that things had gotten quiet around them.
"You mean like a rebirth of a soul into a new body?" Milo interjected, suddenly kneeling down besides Kida to join in on the conversation. There was an unseen sparkle in his eye.
Give it to the man who’s a linguist, cartographer, and plumber to also know philosophical concepts. Micha nodded their head, glad to know at least someone knew about what they were talking about.
"Father I don't understand." Marius called behind the two.
"Well, it's a philosophical and religious concept that non-physical essence of a living being starts a new life in a different physical form or body after biological death." Milo began, turning to Marius like he was an audience member. "It's a central tenet of Indian religions, namely Jainism, Buddhism, Sikhism and Hinduism, although there are Hindu groups that don’t believe in reincarnation but believe in an afterlife." God it was like he was a Wikipedia article listing off all the information like a machine. Before he could completely lose himself in his history lesson, Kida cleared her throat to bring him back on track. He coughed awkwardly and faced Micha again, giving them a somewhat serious look. Behind his glasses they could see the scholarly look he had and there was something else behind it too. "Usually reincarnation happens after death, but there have been cases of near-death experiences triggering some sort of past life memories."
It took Kida a bit to catch on, but as she pieced things together her eyes slowly drew back to Micha. A look of astonishment crossed her features. "So, Michael almost drowning-"
"Could have been the trigger for such a thing to an occur, yes." Milo finished.
Marius frowned. "That would explain the amnesia and personality difference."
Giving then all a moment to figure it all out, Micha couldn't help but be surprised on how well they all were taking it. Granted Milo was an exception because he was a history nerd and he liked going deeper into unsolved theories. But they couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. The whole thing about transmigration was that the original host had to die for them to use the previous owner’s body. Meaning they had basically lost their own flesh and blood and was now met with a stranger wearing their skin. Just the thought of it all made them feel sick to their stomach.
"Micha, my sweet child." Kida called to them, pulling them into her arms with a warm embrace. The sudden hug gave them a start and on reflex their whole body stiffened. As you've probably guessed, they were never one for close contact. Whether or not that was the social awkwardness from their previous life or just the fact that they were guilt stricken, they just didn't know. Though the longer they were in her arms, the more they seemed to relax. It didn't even take two minutes before they just accepted it and leaned into Kida's touch. "No matter who you are, whoever memories you possess, or whoever you feel like being, I will always love you to the absolute core." She held them with a delicate firmness, careful to let them break free whenever they wanted to but still showing that she wanted to be as close as possible. She was so close in fact, that they could smell the remnants of the sea in her hair mixed in with a dull scent of bitter incense. She had been nothing but kind to them since they've shown up and it really moved them. They could hear the sincerity in her words as they hit their heart. All in all, it almost made Micha want to hug her back. And they did. They slowly yet surely snaked their arms around her waist and returned her hug, earning them a soft chuckle from the older woman.
"Yeah! It won't change the fact that you're our little troublemaker. And heck we'll just have to spend more time with each other to get to know one other better." Milo cheered as he ruffled their hair. At the amazed look they gave him, he laughed and gave them a quick side squeeze before wrapping his arm around Kida's waist.
Milo and Kida shared a look before they turned their attention to Marius, who was staying in the back with his arms crossed. It wasn’t surprising he was distant. He was the closest in age to the original “Micha” and probably spent the most time with them before the incident. To his stand-offish attitude, Milo and Kida began a physic chat with him through only their eyes. It wasn't until he gave a heavy sigh that they knew he had lost. He came over and knelt in front of Micha, putting his finger right on their forehead. "You may not have been "Micha" before, but you are "Micha" now. We're family now and will be for a long time." He pushed his finger hard enough on their forehead to make a mark and chuckled when Micha grumbled in pain. He looked away triumphantly when his mother gave a scolding look. Even though the poke had hurt a lot, Micha couldn’t help the smile that spread across their face. They didn't want to admit it but right from the beginning he had already acted like their big brother through and through. Just the thought made them burst out in laughter.
Their laugh was infectious and soon everyone was laughing along, filling the atmosphere with a relaxing warmth. Micha took the opportunity to look at each of their family members, taking them in. It felt right to let them into their walls. The journey was quite a hard one, and maybe just maybe they could get through it okay with their family by their side.
When the laughter died down Milo gave an excited grin, holding out his hand for Micha to take. “Now that we’ve got things straighten out, how about we go sit down and talk more? We could even show you around to get used to the scenery and everything!”
Micha gave one look at his hand and grinned. Grabbing on with a firm grip, they looked up at him smiling ear to ear. “Let’s go Dad.”
One couldn’t hear it, but Milo’s heart seemed to explode from the cuteness that was Micha. He couldn’t help but cover his chest and take a breath before slowly leading them off. The others following close behind.
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Prompt; when Emily doesn’t know what she’s being for Halloween yet and Aubrey doesn’t have a partner for what’s considered a “couples costume” (u can choose what costume)
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The second her bedroom door slammed shut behind her, Aubrey Posen reached for an embroidered pillow and let out a muffled scream into the fabric. A stupid little saying had been written into it’s muted brown color. Something about bears- she had never paid much mind to the decretive piece, and she wasn’t going to start tonight. It was nothing but a silencer.
A stark white wedding dress laid easily among a meticulously made bed. The plaid design of it all was lined up perfectly with the dresser. The room still mostly dark; a propped open window let in cool October air as moonlight washed over a vacuumed floor. The dress had been through a wringer, stained in mud and deviled by long scrapes of Spanish moss that fell from the very trees past their front door.
Things hadn’t gone Aubrey’s way tonight. She had stayed late on a lecture to give her physic’s teacher a piece of her mind, nearly missed the bus back to her lowly apartment. She had just caught it, but not before large tires sloshed murky ice water into her clothes. And now this? Her coworker deciding, he wanted to suck face with the cashier at a ready-mart instead of attending a Halloween party with her.
At least he had been polite about the decline in plans, having left the perfectly trimmed suit in front of her door with a little post-it note that was scrawled with the word sorry. Yeah, Aubrey was close to punching his stupid face. She was dateless and fuming and he probably got a discount on slim Jim’s and artificially flavored nachos.
The knock at the door didn’t help much either. It was soft and timid- and god, why hadn’t Chloe pulled herself from the clutches of her room and answered it already?
Aubrey threw the pillow aside, nervily avoiding a lamp that had a flickering bulb in the first place. Her whole body ached, and her lips tasted like mud. Her clothes had just begun to dry but she swallowed back the chills that plagued her. The apartment was quiet. Maybe Chloe wasn’t even home, having gone to the Halloween party herself dawning a pair of flawless feathered wings and cherry red lip stain.
She pulled open the door. A near stranger blinking dangerously at her. Aubrey quirked a brow at her upstairs neighbor, a small woman that looked too young to even be renting an apartment on this side of the city. The artificial lights hung by maintenance shaded her face, and more importantly the innocent beauty about it.
“Oh… Hi,” She blinked like she wasn’t expecting an answer. She raked pools of honey over Aubrey’s stained appearance. The obvious chill that rocked through her was from the cold, she told herself. She looked and smelled like a wet rat.
“I just- well, I found this suit in front of your door, and it looks like a nice suit. But not that I say it, I’m sure you know it’s here. It looks like it’s about to rain, but I’m not Al Roker, so I’m probably wrong and” The stranger clenched her eyes shut, taking a steadying breath “I thought’ I’d let you know.”
Aubrey parted her lips and breathed out deeply, the door creaking as she moved it open a little bit more. This woman was rocking back and forth on her heels like a child awaiting approval. She held the clothing in her grasp, nervously running her thumb over the stinted fabric. She smiled, cheeks heating as Aubrey scanned the woman’s appearance. “How tall are you?”
“What?” It was a breathless mess of a word, the stranger letting tension fall from her shoulders. Relaxed, maybe.
“I mean, you must be 5’6 at least.”
“5’8 but I don’t see-“
“What are you doing tonight?”
Aubrey’s mind was in overdrive. This woman was certainly tall enough to fit the length and stature of the very suit that she was holding, her perfect eyebrow quirked as she clenched her jaw. She was dressed in oversized sweatpants that had Braden written across the side. An even larger sweatshirt pulled over her arms.
“Nothing, really.” Her cheeks heated “I bought a bunch of candy but not many kids come around here so I’ll just sulk and drown my sorrows in chocolate- and you didn’t need to know that.”
No, she didn’t’. But it was quite charming, the way this woman stumbled over her words when she tried to talk. She nervously tucked a strand of brown hair behind a slowly reddening ear. Again, rocking back and forth on her toes.
“How would you feel about being the Victor to my Corpse’s bride? My date kind of bailed last minute and a zombie bride is pretty lame when there’s no suiter by her side.”
“I mean,” Emily swallowed loudly, looking down at the suit “What do I have to lose?”
“That’s the spirit.”
Aubrey stepped further to the right, allowing the woman inside of her tiny little apartment that smelled overwhelmingly like pumpkin spice (courtesy of a bubbly roommate that had a monthly subscription to white barn.). She closed the door, leading the way to her bedroom like it was second nature to bring a stranger into its cool clutches. She followed nervously.
She gasped when she saw the torn wedding dress, it almost made Aubrey’s heart swell. She had worked hard to make it look just distressed enough to pass as dead. Had even invested in paint in a sickly blue and grey shade that would really complete the look that Tim Burton had originally sculpted.
“Whoa, this is so cool-“ She glanced at her, eyebrows knit.
“Aubrey,”
“Emily.”
“Well, thank you, Emily. Halloween is kind of my thing.”
She nodded, taking in a gulp of air as she set down as she glanced around the small room. It was homey, if not a bit chilly from the window that was left propped open. Aubrey could almost smell the incoming of rain that Emily had mentioned so feverishly in her opening statement. Aubrey smiled at the woman’s awkward nature before she grasped the wedding dress. “You can change in here if you’d like. I’ll take the bathroom.”
“Okay,” She agreed, scratching the back of her neck as a few stray edges of hair fell from the bun on top of her head, framing her face as she managed a nervous smile.
Aubrey bowed out, pulling the wedding dress that she had found at a thrift store on ninth over herself, wiggling into it with enough gusto to break a sweat. She had taken more than enough time to squeeze the beaded top closer to her grasp, trying not to let it slip as she knocked back on her bedroom door, the unreachable zipper cold against her skin.
She got a weak response, pushing the door open as she got a good look at Emily. Her neighbor upstairs had folded the sweatpants and jacket easily against the corner of the dresser. She had let her hair down, the suit fitting her as smugly as Aubrey hoped it would. A bit of silver peaked from a vest and a back puffed ascot lay untied against the white shirt.
Aubrey’s color drained and the base of her stomach heated unexpectedly. She steadied herself against the doorframe, struggling to keep her dress up as Emily adjusted the collar of the blazer. A lopsided grin graced her lips. “This look okay? I need some help with this tie, though, I don’t really know how to fasten one. I only went to one girl scouts meeting and, yeah, didn’t’ pay much attention.”
“You look perfect,” Aubrey beamed, “Could you um, zip me up?”
Emily stared for a moment, almost mesmerized herself before letting out a squawk and propelling herself across the room where she moved the zipper easily up her back, fingers cold, but not nearly as frigid as the ruined clothes Aubrey peeled from herself earlier. She turned Emily’s touch not entirely dropping as she reached up and grasped the black ascot.
“How come I don’t see you around much?” Aubrey’s asked, trying to ignore the fact that Emily shivered under her touch, breath hot on her cheek.
“Oh, I’m what they call in introvert.” Emily chuckled, chest rumbling at her own joke. “Like I said, my plans were pretty much drowning my sorrows in snickers and turning out my porch light.”
Aubrey laughed, looping the fabric around as she secured it. Emily really did look like Victor, pale composure and all, her touch lingering, but never enough to warrant discomfort. The two of them standing there in innate silence.
“You know, Aubrey, usually I ask a girl on a first date before getting her into a wedding dress.”
“Is that so?” She asked, masking a smirk.
“Oh yeah, I’m a real Casanova too.” She beamed “Next time I’ll even bring my dog, his name is scraps. Though, he is a little boney.”
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I sighed as I looked around Platform 9¾. It was 10:30 am yet it was swarmed with students and their families. I stood at Aunt Narcissa's side in her version of attention: head held high, shoulders held back, chest out, hands clasped together in a relaxed manner in front of my body, and feet together at a 60° angle. I looked down to make sure my black messenger bag wasn't causing any creases in my purple hoodie. As I did I noticed some dirt on my jeans and brushed it off quickly. I wasn't listening to what she or Uncle Lucius were trying to tell Draco and I, that is until I got a sharp jab from Draco. I turned my attention back to my Legal Guardians. "I swear Lyra. You grow more and more into your mother with each given day," my aunt commented before going on, "As I was saying, You two, along with your friends, are the Heirs to each Pureblood Family. You must live up to the expectations of your families at all times. More so at school. The five of you must be fighting each other for the top score in every class." Draco scoffed, "More like the second, since Lyra is in our year. She'll be top no matter what they threw at her." Uncle placed a hand on Draco's shoulder and squeezed while smiling. From an outsider's perspective, it would look like a father giving his son words of encouragement, but those standing here knew it was a warning. Draco fell silent quickly. I spied Theo and Blaise in the crowd just then. Turning around to face my Aunt and Uncle, I curtsied, "Please excuse Draco and I. I've spotted Theo and Blaise entering and wish to have them accompany us onto the train." Draco quickly got the hint and bowed as well. There was a moment of silence before Uncle dismissed us.
We raised from our bows but didn't dare to raise our heads until we had walked backwards a few steps and turned around. Theo and Blaise were in the middle of asking to be dismissed from Theo's parents as Draco offered me his left elbow. I smiled and gently touched my hand to his forearm. "Oh. Also your hair and makeup have a 24 hour permanent spell in place as per our agreement Lyra," Aunt Narcissa called before we were out of earshot. Becoming painfully aware of the pressure the comb in my perfect bun, I gripped Draco's arm tighter for a millisecond before releasing him. I turned back to her and curtsied again, watching her through my eyelashes. She waved her hand in acknowledgment. I sighed in relief. I repeated the dismissal and rejoined Draco, who was now accompanied by Pansy. I clasped my hands in front of myself once more, as Pansy had Draco's right arm in her left hand. None of us spoke a word while we waited 5 feet away from Theo and Blaise to be dismissed. When two boys weren't released by 10:55 am, I floated over to be in between the boys and curtsied. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt a family matter, Mr. Zabini. However we," I gestured to the small group of Purebloods that had formed behind Draco and Pansy without looking up, "cannot board the train without them. We only have 3 minutes to board. Would you be so gracious as to dismiss them please?" The entire group bowed/curtsied as I spoke. Theo and Blaise have been bowing since they first requested to be dismissed. We waited in silence before Mr. Zabini spoke, "Very well. You are dismissed. Though Theodore, you should've been the one to bring this to our attention instead of your betrothed." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Theo's bow get deeper, "My apologies, Sir." We were waved off. Quickly doing the dismissal, Everyone scrambled onto the train. The train started moving just as the last kid of our group jumped on.
Draco, Pansy, Theo, Blaise, Vince, Greg, and I slid into the first empty compartment we could find. I sat next to the window after everyone's luggage was put away. Blaise sat across from me and patted his lap. I chuckled and moved to sit on his lap. Blaise wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my temple. Theo laughed as he took my original seat, "Lyra you act like you're engaged to Blaise instead of me." I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him. "It's because you don't do anything about it," Pansy stated as she sat next Blaise and I. Draco just scoffed as he sat next to Pansy. Greg sat next to Theo and across from Pansy. Vince sat next to Goyle and across from Draco. Theo smirked, sat crisscrossed and held out a hand to me. I felt Blaise's arms tighten around me as I placed my hand on Theo's. Theo gripped my hand and pulled me into his lap with ease, though Blaise wasn't actually trying to keep me where I was. Once I settled into my new seat, Draco cleared his throat. "So why did it take until Lyra butted in to get you two released?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Because they caught Theo fixing my collar before we left for the station, so we got the full 'You're a Pureblood Heir' speech," Blaise sighed while Theo started to hit his head against my shoulder. "And they wouldn't take that we were actually trying to be presentable as an answer," Theo added on against my shoulder. I patted Theo's head. "That explains a lot," Pansy muttered. Everyone nodded and went on to different topics. Theo and Blaise talked about a play that happened in a Quidditch match they watched. Pansy was going on about something to Draco, who wasn't listening to her. Vince and Greg were already starting to fall asleep. I smiled, resting my head against the window, as I watched the compartment resemble home. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep in Theo's lap.
I was shaken awake, what seemed like, a few minutes later. Grumbling, I pushed away the hands and rubbed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw that only Theo, Blaise and I were left in the compartment. Blaise was munching on a Pumpkin Pastie. It took a moment for me to realize that he was sideways. "Jeez, how long was I out?" I asked sitting up. Theo chuckled, "It's just now turning 3 pm so only about two hours. And before you ask: Yes, I got you some Every Flavor Beans. I have no idea where Draco, Vince, and Greg went. And Pansy just left to use the Loo." I stretched and groaned as some of my joints popped. Then I leaned over to grab my box of jelly beans from the other side of Theo. I settled into my seat once more with said candy, smiling. I watched the scenery pass by us as I quietly ate the sweets. Suddenly the door slammed open. I jumped, turning back to see the rest of our group pile in at once. "He thinks he's sooo amazing. I'll show him, just watch," Draco ranted as he sat next to Blaise. Theo threw a Chocolate frog at Droca, whom easily caught it and started opening. Vince sat on the other side of Draco while Greg helped gather up the other sweets so that Pansy would have a clear seat on the other side of Theo and Greg came to sit on the ground at Blaise's and my feet. I offered him some of my candy and he took some smiling. This entire time Draco was ranting and raving over someone. Finally, I sighed, "Draco, who in seven hells are you talking about?" Everybody turned to me in shock. "What? It's like you don't remember that I wasn't apart of this group until two years ago," I stated as I started searching through my bag. Draco broke the silence quickly, "I'm talking about Harry Potter. I offered to be his friend and he denied me. Oh I know," I had found and pulled out my iPod Touch at this point. Completely ignoring Draco, I turned to Pansy. "This bag is awesome. Thank you again," I smiled at her. Pansy chuckled, "Thank my mother. She's the one who had the idea to put the undetectable Expansion Charm on it. I simply picked out the style." "It's still amazing," I stated as I placed my left earbud in.
I scrolled through my music gallery when Greg said, "And to answer your question, yes we do." We froze and looked at him. Greg shifted in his spot uncomfortable about being in the spotlight but continued, "It's easy to forget you were with your Aunt Andromeda up until we were all nine years old. Draco is our Leader. Vince and I are the Muscle. Theo and Blaise are the Pranksters. Pansy is the Princess. And you, Lyra, are all of our confidants. I'm sure you know more about each of us than the rest of us put together." I felt my cheeks glow red at his words. "Thank you, Greg, for saying those touching words, but please stay on topic," Draco demanded as he went back into his rant. Everything went back to normal at Draco's words and Greg deflated. I placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at me. I mouthed thank you and smiled at him. Greg smiled back and returned to listening to Draco. I went back to my iPod and turned on What about Us by P!nk. I placed the other earbud in and lost myself in music.
I didn't move or interact with the group again until I realized it was dark outside. I sighed and climbed over Theo so I could stand without stepping on Greg. Everyone looked at me. "It's dark out and I'm the only one who isn't in school robes. I need to go change," I answered the silent question that hanging in the air. Pansy immediately started to get up but I waved her off. "I'll be fine Pans. You just relax," I said as I opened the door. "You know she'll hear about this, don't you?" Vince asked, sounding scared for me. I turned and looked at him. "My Aunt nor my Uncle can reach us at Hogwarts. We all know this that's why we did what we want today on the train. Our easy banter. Draco's ranting. Pansy's candy eating. Goyle's little speech. Theo's and Blaise's mini fight over whose lap I was going to sit on. Here at Hogwarts, we're free. I'm not scared of the punishments anyway. We all know I'll take all the blame if it does get back to them. You know that right?" I asked him. Vince nodded and so did everyone else when I looked at them. "Good. I'll be back in a few minutes," With that, I closed the door and went to the loo to change.
I slipped through the other first years who were doing some last minute changing as well. Over my music, I heard a muggle born complain that her iPod wasn't working as I passed her. I lowered my head and hoped she didn't notice that I had my earbuds in. "Excuse me?" the girl called out while also grabbing my bag effectively stopping me from entering the stall I was headed for. I took a deep breath before turning around and taking out my right earbud. "I'm sorry. Is there a line that I missed?" I asked cautiously as I looked at the girl who stopped me. Taking a quick assessment, the girl was about my age, had slightly bucked teeth, bushy hair and was already in her robes. "No, there's no line. I'm sorry to bother you. But I noticed that you were listening to earbuds and was wonder how you got your device to work?" she quickly explained as she released my bag. I tucked the unused earbud into the collar of my hoodie and faced her full on with my hands in the pockets. "I have no idea how it's working. I've been assuming my aunt simply charmed to work in Magical Areas. Though now that I think about it, my iPod still shouldn't work since we're on the train," I stopped to ponder the question then shrugged, "I guess my other aunt called in a few favors with the staff." The girl sighed and looked defeated for a moment before smiling once again. "Okay, thanks anyway. I'm Hermione Granger by the way," she stated while extending her hand. I could still hear the disappointment in her voice but I didn't take her hand. She was still a muggle born after all. There were still some things I'll never take the risk of punishment for. "Lyra Lestrange. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to change before we get to Hogsmeade," I commented as I slipped into the stall.
I quickly changed though I didn't want to. When my shirt and pants were on I snaked my earbuds through my shirt so I didn't have to worry about them getting caught on anything. I placed my iPod in my back pocket and continued getting dressed. Once everything was where it was supposed to be, I walked out and got blindsided by the mirror as I washed my hands. My obsidian hair was made up into a perfect bun on the top of my head. My bangs fell just right to frame my lilac eyes and make them noticeable. Aunt Narcissa added even more effect by dusting a silver-grey eyeshadow over my lids and cat-eyed my eyeliner. Thankfully she didn't bother doing any foundation or cover-up, saying something about blocking pores when I went to bed tonight. She did apply the faintest hint of pink lipstick to my lips. However what caught my eye the most was the comb that was holding my hair in place. It was a blooming emerald flower that was surrounded by vines of diamonds set in silver. I reexamined my makeup and realized that it wasn't to articulate my eyes. However, it was to compliment the hair piece. Rage flared through my body and I stormed out of the loo after drying my hands.
I slammed into the compartment, closed the door and slid down to the floor with my back to it. "I guess you finally got the full picture of what my mother did to you," Draco asked softly. I looked over at him. Draco looked ashamed of his mother's actions. I sighed and shook my head. "Draco, I agreed to this so that I could wear the tux to my birthday ball, comfortable clothes to the platform, and the boy's uniform here at school. I just wish she didn't make the comb the centerpiece. It screams rich kid more than my iPod," I ranted. Draco nodded. Then Blaise laughed. We all turned to him. "Guys, Lyra is finally 11," he explained. I rolled my eyes at him as everyone joined in on his laughter. Just as I was about to give a retort, the train came to a stop. We became silent instantly. Pansy stood up and looked down at me. "Ready to become the pinnacle of Slytherin Royalty?" Pansy asked while holding her hand out to me. I smirked and took it. She pulled me up as I replied, "Only if you guys are by my side the whole way."
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Paper Cranes :: 1
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 1,805
Pair: Jimin x Yoongi
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (of 7)
“Every Monday, Park Jimin would come into his white, sterile hospital room and leave a small paper crane at the end of his bed.”
Originally posted by berry852
It became a usual part of Park Jimin’s routine.
Every Monday, when he finished his university classes for the day, he would pack up his books, quickly say goodbye to his friends and sprint to the nearby hospital.
Every Monday, he would happily greet the bored nurse at the front desk with his charming smile that never failed to cheer her up.
Every Monday, he would sit in the hospital room and struggle with his homework or quietly read a book until a nurse would interrupt to remind him that visiting hours were over.
Every Monday, he would say a quiet prayer before bed, wishing his father would wake up from his coma.
One Monday changed that routine.
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“Oh-excuse me Jimin, I didn’t see you. Visiting your father again?” The nurse wobbled her tray; cautiously making sure the syringes didn’t roll off and shatter. Taking a step back, the boy with bright pumpkin colored hair slightly bowed and apologized to the nurse.
“Yep,” He smiled, “I learned something interesting at school today, so I need to go tell my father about it.” Jimin waved goodbye to the nurse and hopped down the sterile hall. For a Monday evening, it was unusually crowded. Nurses bumped into each other, doctors were flying in and out of the rooms. The smell of latex gloves and clean bedding that sat on the shelves in the hallway were all too familiar to him. After having gone to the hospital for nearly a year, Jimin even befriended some neighbors. Occasionally, he would peek into the room and give the patients a quick wave, letting his bubbly personality and smile brighten their day. No one had ever seen a frown on his face.
All of the patients he met were elders so on an occasion, he had the opportunity to meet some of their family. Today for instance, Jimin stopped by Room 614 to greet the friendly elder diagnosed with cancer. To his surprise, both of his grandchildren that he shared stories about were splayed all across his bed, fiddling with the TV remote. Jimin could only laugh at the elder’s expression of plead and waved. “Have fun with your grandkids, Mr. Kim.”
Because the hallway on the 6th floor of the hospital was the ICU unit, some of those friendly faces would come and go. Some days, the reason would be exciting news like being discharged, but others times, he would only receive a solemn expression from the nurses, and he knew exactly what it meant. But Park Jimin learned to cope with it; he knew it was life’s way of working.
Six more doors. Five more doors. Jimin counted the doors to himself until the hall led him to his father’s room. Four more doors. Three more doors. Two…three more doors.
Jimin’s feet skidded to a halt and stopped at the third door. It was opened halfway, but he heard music escaping the room. The beat resonated through his ears, the rhythm addicting enough that if hospital was empty, he would dance to the music until his legs gave out.
Room 605. The room was been empty for a month, Jimin reminded himself. When did the patient come in?
With curiosity getting the best of him, the pumpkin haired boy peeked into the room, accidentally pushing the door all the way. He froze for a moment and began waving his hands innocently. “Sorry-I heard the music so I wanted to listen.” He chuckled lightly and ran a hand through his hair. “This room was empty for a while, so I was surprised to see someone here.”
The curtains were closed, but Jimin made out a boy sitting on a bed on the other side of the dimly lit room, his hair being the most striking part of him. It was bleached and dyed to a soft mint color, which suited his milky white skin. His tired eyes were dark and didn’t reflect off much light. It was obvious he didn’t go outside often, his pale, thin appearance made him look as if he were a delicate doll. He’d break at the slightest touch.
A breathing tube rested under his nose and was hooked up to a small machine beside his bed, whirring quietly. A small bed desk was set up in front of the boy with a laptop, where the melody Jimin heard was coming from and balls of paper were scattered across the room.
“It’s not very nice to stick your nose into other people’s business.” He scowled quietly and crumbled up a piece of paper, tossing it over the bed to add to the growing collection on the floor. “Especially when they’re in the middle of doing something.”
Jimin looked down, noticing a few crumbled pieces beside his feet. He bent down, picking up one of the balls and smoothed it out. Words were scribbled across it, some crossed out, some aggressively scratched out. He was able to make out a few sentences and the realization hit. “Do you write music?”
“What did I say? It’s none of your business.” The pale boy’s eyebrows furrowed, erratically clicking his pen.
Jimin only smiled in response and approached the bed, pulling over the stool and sat beside the bed. He took off his backpack and set it on the ground. Now that he was closer, he was able to notice even more details on his face. His brown eyes had gold flecks in them, accented with dark circles underneath. His bangs were ruffled from his hands constantly running through them in frustration and he smelled of peaches and medicine. “I’m Jimin, Park Jimin.” He greeted with a big smile and set the crinkled paper on the boy’s desk. “What’s your name?”
The boy only glared for a few minutes before sighing in defeat. “Yoongi.” He replied quietly. “Min Yoongi.” He tapped the keyboard lightly, pausing his music and flipped the notebook to a blank page.
“Min Yoongi.” Jimin repeated out loud, taking in the name and his appearance. It suited him well. “Min Yoongi.” He never met anyone near his age at the hospital, so the thought of having a friend to share interests with excited him.
“Um, can I help you with something?” Yoongi gave Jimin a strange look, unsure of what was running through his mind. The way he repeated his name, it made him look like a child saying his first words with the proudest smile.
“Do you go to school around here? I go to the university behind this hospital. I wish my major was dancing, but I take music education instead, although I like to sneak into the dance room after the building closes and practice for hours. What’s your major? If you make music, does that mean you sing too? Have you released a song?”
Yoongi was overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of questions. Never had he met someone that talked this much before, or was so determined to get to know him. Before responding, he let out a raspy sigh and set the pen down. “I don’t go to school, I’ve been homeschooled most of my life.”
“Oh,” Jimin replied solemnly, but then perked back up. “Are you taking university courses online then? Are they interesting? I’ve considered taking some classes online, but they look so difficult. I’m also terrible with computers too...”
“Do you always talk this much?” Yoongi interrupted quickly. “Give yourself a minute to breathe before each question.” He observed the boy beside him. Was this kid a child or was he actually in his twenties? Yoongi questioned as Jimin twirled back and forth on the stool. His hair was like the sunset; it let off a golden glow when the light hit it just right. He wore a thick, black sweater that looked like it was hand-knitted by a relative. His smile, that innocent smile could make anyone’s heart flutter. Yoongi didn’t show any signs of it, but he was somewhat intrigued by the kid.
From the next few hours that passed, Yoongi managed to answer only two or three questions out of the millions Jimin showered him with. He was overwhelmed at first but little by little grew more comfortable with him. He didn’t want to admit it, but hearing Jimin’s endless chatter entertained him.
Yoongi learned so much about Jimin in such a short time, he could write a biography at this point. He found out Jimin’s favorite food was meat, that he enjoyed going to art museums to admire all the different artworks and loved to play at the beach. His family lived in Busan but he moved to Seoul for school and a higher chance of a job in the city. Yoongi questioned how Jimin was so easily able to open up to a stranger like him, but the way he shared stories allowed his imagination to run free, it comforted him, forgetting he was trapped in the small, stuffy hospital room.
“Min Yoongi-” The high-pitched voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Just Yoongi would do.”
“Min Yoongi,” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Visiting hours are almost over.”
“I can see that.” He shuffled his papers together into a neat pile. Jimin leaned over on the stool and dug into his backpack for a few seconds.
“I have to visit someone else a couple of doors over before the hours are up.” Jimin didn’t have to explain any further, the tension hung in the air between the two. There was already someone Jimin came to visit, Yoongi thought, someone close to him perhaps? The only sound in the room was the faint whirring of the oxygen machine beside Yoongi. Goosebumps cascaded up his arms, seeing Jimin so quiet after hours of endless chatter made him slightly uncomfortable.
“Min Yoongi?” He finally spoke up.
“What is it?”
Jimin stood up, pulling the backpack over his shoulders. “I learned that if you make a thousand paper cranes for someone, it’s supposed to wish them a long life and eternal good luck. I was going to give this to someone, but I think you should have it. Besides, it matches your hair.” He giggled, leaving a small object on his bed before leaving the room.
“Min Yoongi?”
Yoongi responded with a glance as Jimin peeked back into the room. “Room 605, I won’t forget it.” He waved and disappeared.
The room was quiet, just as it was before the boy with soft, pumpkin hair walked in. It already felt a little empty again, but Yoongi had to remind himself that he liked the silence, that he didn’t mind being alone. Before he continued with his work, he noticed the small object at the end of his bed and picked it up carefully.
In his hand was a delicately folded paper crane made out of mint colored paper.
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Kitchen Gift Guide: Homemade Bread Recipes, Mason Jar Cookie Mixes and More
As we prepare for the holidays, I always take a day to make gifts from the kitchen to share with friends, teachers and co-workers. One of my favorites is a homemade bread recipe from my grandmother. In the last few years, I have also discovered the fun of making “recipe-in-a-jar” creations. These are creative gifts with endless possibilities.
Homemade Bread Recipe: Pumpkin Bread in a Coffee Can
My grandma was very actively involved in her church, and around the holidays, she liked to bring gifts for people in the congregation. She would save coffee cans for months ahead of time so she had a big supply ready for baking at Christmas. She lived in suburbia, but she felt the spirit of simple homesteading: putting everything to good use and finding new purposes for items that others might throw away. My grandma Bettie passed on her homemade bread recipe to my mother and then to me as well, and I’d like to share my experience with baking it as a gift of the kitchen this year.
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First I had to drink a lot of coffee—not a difficult task for me! I saved three coffee cans, removed the labels from the outside, and cleaned them out well.
I will add a step here, which I forgot to do initially. If your cans have a lip around the top, use a can opener to cut it out.
This is what it looks like with the lip removed.
Removing the rim will allow the bread to slide out of the can when it is cooked. I didn’t even think about the necessity of this until I went to remove a loaf for my family and it wouldn’t come out! These are the little details grandmas don’t write down in homemade bread recipes. If you forget this step, you can remove the lip after the bread is baked, like I did, but it is more challenging with the bread risen up out of the can.
Another important part of the bread coming out of the coffee cans is properly greasing and flouring them. This is something I dreaded as a child because I didn’t like the feel of the Crisco we used.
Start with a big glob of Crisco on your fingers and get in there!
Rub it all around, coating every surface of the inside of the can. When you finish greasing the cans, you will have what I always referred to as “Crisco hands.” Your best bet for getting it off is to rub your hands together like you were putting on lotion. Rub as much in as you can; then get a dry paper towel and wipe off any excess. Your hands will be baby soft! Whatever you do, don’t try to wash your hands with water. You’ll end up with a goopy mess and you’ll miss out on some serious moisturizing.
Then you have to “flour” the cans as well. I made a little video to explain the process I use for this homemade bread recipe in a can:
youtube
So, your cans are ready to go. Put them aside while you make your batter. It’s time to preheat the oven too. Set it to 350 degrees. I used my stand mixer but you can use a mixing bowl and a spoon if that’s what you have available. Start with the first six ingredients you need for this homemade bread recipe: nutmeg, cinnamon, sugar, oil, eggs, and salt.
I used our tiny pullet eggs for my baking so I added an extra one since they are so small. As part of our self-sustaining living, we always have a bowl in the fridge for kitchen scraps. When it gets full, we grind it up in the food processor and give it to the chickens. I added my egg shells to this bowl; they provide good calcium for the girls. As long as they are ground up well, they don’t realize they are eating egg shell so (knock-on-wood) it doesn’t lead to egg eating.
Once you have these mixed together, start adding the other ingredients from the homemade bread recipe, one at a time. Usually, I don’t like to use commercially canned vegetables, but I didn’t make any canned pumpkin this year, so I got some at the store. I found an organic store brand pumpkin.
I should take a moment to talk about the walnuts. It is really important that you use black walnuts. They have a distinctive flavor that really defines the taste of the pumpkin bread recipe. These are the ones I used.
Before you add the nuts and raisins to your batter, you need to “flour” these as well so that they won’t sink to the bottom of your bread while it’s baking. To do this, put the nuts and raisins in a large bowl or mixing cup. Add some flour on top.
Now shake it very gently. You can get your fingers in and mix them around as well. They will look like this when you’re done.
Now throw them in too and mix, mix, mix!
You’re ready to fill your prepared coffee cans. Divide the batter evenly between the three cans, and put them in the oven.
The homemade bread recipe says they should cook an hour, but I find they usually take closer to 80 minutes. To check them, stick a sharp knife down in the middle. They are done when the knife comes out clean.
When the bread comes out of the oven, let it sit until it cools. Then cut some squares of plastic wrap to cover the top. Use a pretty fabric bow to tie the plastic wrap down and give it some holiday cheer. You could decorate the can or write a message with a sharpie marker as well.
Recipe-In-A-Jar
Another thing I have gotten into making the last couple years is a recipe-in-a-jar. The idea is that you put all the dry ingredients for a recipe into a pretty jar and give it as a gift. Not only is it beautiful to look at, with all the layers of ingredients, but it is also a fun project for families to do together around the holidays.
When I started, I used prescribed recipes I found in a magazine, but soon I discovered you could do this with many different kinds of foods if you just followed a few rules:
Pick a recipe with mostly dry ingredients. I try to find something with three or less “wet” or fresh ingredients that will have to be added.
Consider the jar. You may be thinking…What is the best canning jar to use for this? You can use any canning jar you have, but vintage or unique jars will only add to the charm of your gift. If you are reusing old jars, just make sure the sterilize them before you add any food.
Consider the size of the jar. I typically use quart jars for baking recipes and pint jars for soups. You may need to size your recipes down so that the ingredients will fit in a jar. I have found that if you cut a typical cookie recipe in half, it will fit in a quart jar.
Consider what will layer well. When you are putting the ingredients in the jar, don’t just add them in order; think about what will stay in separate layers and be visually appealing.
Add ingredients carefully. I use my wide mouth funnel to allow for easy pouring of ingredients into the jar then carefully spread them into even layers. Try not to splash things around too much (especially flour and sugar) or the inside of your jar won’t stay clean and it won’t be as pretty when you are finished.
Allergies. In today’s world, you have to be careful about your ingredients and making sure you put a warning on the jar if it contains allergens, especially nuts.
This year, I made two kinds of jars: soup mixes and cookie mixes.
Soup Mixes
In years past, I made up mixtures of beans, grains, spices and more to put in my jars. This year, I was short on time so I took the easy route: pre-made soup mixes. If you go to your grocery store, you will find many options in the soup aisle.
I chose two from Bob’s Red Mill: Whole Grain and Beans and Vegi. I selected these because I know the company makes a quality product and because they are visually a nice mix of colors and textures.
When I got them home, I divided the mixes between four-pint jars (each bag will fill two). I put on the lids, topped them with a circle cut from pretty cotton fabric, and tightened the bands down. Finally, I took the directions from the bag and made a little tag to attach to the jar. Whoever you give your recipe-in-a-jar to will need to know how to make it. Make sure your directions match the quantity you are providing in the jar. Here is an example of how I translated the instructions on the bag to my tag.
Finally, print and cut out your tag. Punch a hole in it, and use a piece of ribbon to tie it to the jar.
Cookie Mixes
This time of year, if you walk down the baking aisle, you will find all kinds of special items. I got several kinds of chips and candies to use. When I got them home, I modified the recipes from the backs of the bags for my jars. Here are several examples.
Chocolate Chip Cookies
I followed this recipe almost exactly, cutting it in half to fit in my pint jar.
Christmas M&M’s Cookies
For this jar, I used the Chocolate Chip Cookie recipe but switched out Christmas M&M’s for the chocolate chips. The red and green M&M’s are so festive. My stepsons always choose this one to take for their teachers.
White Chocolate Cranberry Cookies
This was originally meant to be baked as a blondie bar, but I cut it down for the jar and modified my directions to make a cookie. I also put walnuts in instead of macadamia nuts because that’s what I had in my freezer.
Mint Chocolate Delights
I followed this recipe fairly closely, cutting it in half for the jar. The cocoa powder, along with the mix of green and brown chips make this one quite festive as well.
Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies
I cut this recipe in half and simplified the ingredients for my jar (by removing the white sugar and the raisins). The oats give it nice texture variation.
As I prepared my jars, I made labels for each. By typing them as I worked, it helped me keep straight which recipe went with which jar, modifications I had made, and if I needed to add any nut warnings. When I was all finished, I printed my tags and cut them out.
Many of the cookie recipes call for vanilla extract. Another fun addition could be to make and include a homemade vanilla extract gift.
These are just a few ideas of easy recipe-in-a-jar gifts that I have made. Depending on the time you have to spend and how devoted you are to simple homesteading, you may make your recipes more homemade, less store-bought. Either way, though, they will be appreciated and enjoyed by the receiver! The possibilities are endless: mixes for tea, waffles, breads, meat rubs…
From Phillips Farm – we wish you a warm, healthy and relaxing holiday season!
Do you have a favorite homemade bread recipe passed down through the generations?
Kitchen Gift Guide: Homemade Bread Recipes, Mason Jar Cookie Mixes and More was originally posted by All About Chickens
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Kitchen Gift Guide: Homemade Bread Recipes, Mason Jar Cookie Mixes and More
As we prepare for the holidays, I always take a day to make gifts from the kitchen to share with friends, teachers and co-workers. One of my favorites is a homemade bread recipe from my grandmother. In the last few years, I have also discovered the fun of making “recipe-in-a-jar” creations. These are creative gifts with endless possibilities.
Homemade Bread Recipe: Pumpkin Bread in a Coffee Can
My grandma was very actively involved in her church, and around the holidays, she liked to bring gifts for people in the congregation. She would save coffee cans for months ahead of time so she had a big supply ready for baking at Christmas. She lived in suburbia, but she felt the spirit of simple homesteading: putting everything to good use and finding new purposes for items that others might throw away. My grandma Bettie passed on her homemade bread recipe to my mother and then to me as well, and I’d like to share my experience with baking it as a gift of the kitchen this year.
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First I had to drink a lot of coffee—not a difficult task for me! I saved three coffee cans, removed the labels from the outside, and cleaned them out well.
I will add a step here, which I forgot to do initially. If your cans have a lip around the top, use a can opener to cut it out.
This is what it looks like with the lip removed.
Removing the rim will allow the bread to slide out of the can when it is cooked. I didn’t even think about the necessity of this until I went to remove a loaf for my family and it wouldn’t come out! These are the little details grandmas don’t write down in homemade bread recipes. If you forget this step, you can remove the lip after the bread is baked, like I did, but it is more challenging with the bread risen up out of the can.
Another important part of the bread coming out of the coffee cans is properly greasing and flouring them. This is something I dreaded as a child because I didn’t like the feel of the Crisco we used.
Start with a big glob of Crisco on your fingers and get in there!
Rub it all around, coating every surface of the inside of the can. When you finish greasing the cans, you will have what I always referred to as “Crisco hands.” Your best bet for getting it off is to rub your hands together like you were putting on lotion. Rub as much in as you can; then get a dry paper towel and wipe off any excess. Your hands will be baby soft! Whatever you do, don’t try to wash your hands with water. You’ll end up with a goopy mess and you’ll miss out on some serious moisturizing.
Then you have to “flour” the cans as well. I made a little video to explain the process I use for this homemade bread recipe in a can:
youtube
So, your cans are ready to go. Put them aside while you make your batter. It’s time to preheat the oven too. Set it to 350 degrees. I used my stand mixer but you can use a mixing bowl and a spoon if that’s what you have available. Start with the first six ingredients you need for this homemade bread recipe: nutmeg, cinnamon, sugar, oil, eggs, and salt.
I used our tiny pullet eggs for my baking so I added an extra one since they are so small. As part of our self-sustaining living, we always have a bowl in the fridge for kitchen scraps. When it gets full, we grind it up in the food processor and give it to the chickens. I added my egg shells to this bowl; they provide good calcium for the girls. As long as they are ground up well, they don’t realize they are eating egg shell so (knock-on-wood) it doesn’t lead to egg eating.
Once you have these mixed together, start adding the other ingredients from the homemade bread recipe, one at a time. Usually, I don’t like to use commercially canned vegetables, but I didn’t make any canned pumpkin this year, so I got some at the store. I found an organic store brand pumpkin.
I should take a moment to talk about the walnuts. It is really important that you use black walnuts. They have a distinctive flavor that really defines the taste of the pumpkin bread recipe. These are the ones I used.
Before you add the nuts and raisins to your batter, you need to “flour” these as well so that they won’t sink to the bottom of your bread while it’s baking. To do this, put the nuts and raisins in a large bowl or mixing cup. Add some flour on top.
Now shake it very gently. You can get your fingers in and mix them around as well. They will look like this when you’re done.
Now throw them in too and mix, mix, mix!
You’re ready to fill your prepared coffee cans. Divide the batter evenly between the three cans, and put them in the oven.
The homemade bread recipe says they should cook an hour, but I find they usually take closer to 80 minutes. To check them, stick a sharp knife down in the middle. They are done when the knife comes out clean.
When the bread comes out of the oven, let it sit until it cools. Then cut some squares of plastic wrap to cover the top. Use a pretty fabric bow to tie the plastic wrap down and give it some holiday cheer. You could decorate the can or write a message with a sharpie marker as well.
Recipe-In-A-Jar
Another thing I have gotten into making the last couple years is a recipe-in-a-jar. The idea is that you put all the dry ingredients for a recipe into a pretty jar and give it as a gift. Not only is it beautiful to look at, with all the layers of ingredients, but it is also a fun project for families to do together around the holidays.
When I started, I used prescribed recipes I found in a magazine, but soon I discovered you could do this with many different kinds of foods if you just followed a few rules:
Pick a recipe with mostly dry ingredients. I try to find something with three or less “wet” or fresh ingredients that will have to be added.
Consider the jar. You may be thinking…What is the best canning jar to use for this? You can use any canning jar you have, but vintage or unique jars will only add to the charm of your gift. If you are reusing old jars, just make sure the sterilize them before you add any food.
Consider the size of the jar. I typically use quart jars for baking recipes and pint jars for soups. You may need to size your recipes down so that the ingredients will fit in a jar. I have found that if you cut a typical cookie recipe in half, it will fit in a quart jar.
Consider what will layer well. When you are putting the ingredients in the jar, don’t just add them in order; think about what will stay in separate layers and be visually appealing.
Add ingredients carefully. I use my wide mouth funnel to allow for easy pouring of ingredients into the jar then carefully spread them into even layers. Try not to splash things around too much (especially flour and sugar) or the inside of your jar won’t stay clean and it won’t be as pretty when you are finished.
Allergies. In today’s world, you have to be careful about your ingredients and making sure you put a warning on the jar if it contains allergens, especially nuts.
This year, I made two kinds of jars: soup mixes and cookie mixes.
Soup Mixes
In years past, I made up mixtures of beans, grains, spices and more to put in my jars. This year, I was short on time so I took the easy route: pre-made soup mixes. If you go to your grocery store, you will find many options in the soup aisle.
I chose two from Bob’s Red Mill: Whole Grain and Beans and Vegi. I selected these because I know the company makes a quality product and because they are visually a nice mix of colors and textures.
When I got them home, I divided the mixes between four-pint jars (each bag will fill two). I put on the lids, topped them with a circle cut from pretty cotton fabric, and tightened the bands down. Finally, I took the directions from the bag and made a little tag to attach to the jar. Whoever you give your recipe-in-a-jar to will need to know how to make it. Make sure your directions match the quantity you are providing in the jar. Here is an example of how I translated the instructions on the bag to my tag.
Finally, print and cut out your tag. Punch a hole in it, and use a piece of ribbon to tie it to the jar.
Cookie Mixes
This time of year, if you walk down the baking aisle, you will find all kinds of special items. I got several kinds of chips and candies to use. When I got them home, I modified the recipes from the backs of the bags for my jars. Here are several examples.
Chocolate Chip Cookies
I followed this recipe almost exactly, cutting it in half to fit in my pint jar.
Christmas M&M’s Cookies
For this jar, I used the Chocolate Chip Cookie recipe but switched out Christmas M&M’s for the chocolate chips. The red and green M&M’s are so festive. My stepsons always choose this one to take for their teachers.
White Chocolate Cranberry Cookies
This was originally meant to be baked as a blondie bar, but I cut it down for the jar and modified my directions to make a cookie. I also put walnuts in instead of macadamia nuts because that’s what I had in my freezer.
Mint Chocolate Delights
I followed this recipe fairly closely, cutting it in half for the jar. The cocoa powder, along with the mix of green and brown chips make this one quite festive as well.
Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies
I cut this recipe in half and simplified the ingredients for my jar (by removing the white sugar and the raisins). The oats give it nice texture variation.
As I prepared my jars, I made labels for each. By typing them as I worked, it helped me keep straight which recipe went with which jar, modifications I had made, and if I needed to add any nut warnings. When I was all finished, I printed my tags and cut them out.
Many of the cookie recipes call for vanilla extract. Another fun addition could be to make and include a homemade vanilla extract gift.
These are just a few ideas of easy recipe-in-a-jar gifts that I have made. Depending on the time you have to spend and how devoted you are to simple homesteading, you may make your recipes more homemade, less store-bought. Either way, though, they will be appreciated and enjoyed by the receiver! The possibilities are endless: mixes for tea, waffles, breads, meat rubs…
From Phillips Farm – we wish you a warm, healthy and relaxing holiday season!
Do you have a favorite homemade bread recipe passed down through the generations?
Kitchen Gift Guide: Homemade Bread Recipes, Mason Jar Cookie Mixes and More was originally posted by All About Chickens
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