(to use as gift wraps)

10 Gift Ideas for the Broke Person

Gift season approaches, and I’ve been struggling on how best to spend what little money I have on all the people in my life who I want to give holiday presents to. I’m sure I’m not the only one with this problem… so I thought I’d share some ideas.

1. Mix CDs - make your friends/family a mix CD with handmade cover artwork. If you can’t afford a stack of CDs, make a virtual CD and share the mp3s with them over Dropbox.

2. Homemade Cookies - Spending $7 on baking ingredients allows you to make a large batch of simple cookies. Divide them and use as gifts for multiple people. Throw on a handmade card and WHAM you got yourself a spiffy gift.

3. Cooking supplies - I’m not talking top of the line Kitchen Aid shit. Go to your local dollar store and buy things like wooden spoons, platters, funny mugs for under $5. Everyone needs at least some cooking supplies!

4. Cacti - Don’t go to a nursery, go to a grocery or department store with a plant section. Cacti are some of the cheapest and easiest to maintain plants, they only really need to be watered once or twice a week. And they look awesome. If the person you had in mind likes to cook, you might want to consider buying them some sort of herb like rosemary or thyme.

5. Bulk food - This might not work for everybody, but I’m sure your broke roommate wouldn’t object to a bulk package of ramen or mac and cheese. They sell 12 packs of ramen at my local dollar store for $1 each. ONE DOLLAR FOR TWELVE MEALS.

6. Unused Books - I’m betting that there’s a book in your apartment/dorm room that’s in perfect condition, but for whatever reason that you will never use again. Wrap it in some gift wrap and scrape off the price tag.

7. Spa Day - For those of you in relationships (or who feel safe touching your close friends/family in that way) make mock “spa coupons”. Offer services such as manicures/pedicures, hair stylings, massages, etc.

8. Use your talents - Are you an artist or musician of any sort? Make a piece of artwork or write a song. Buy a large piece of poster paper at Home Depot for $5 and make a funny collage full of inside jokes that only your friends will understand. Are you a knitter? Make mittens for people.

9. Weird clothing - Go to your local Salvation Army or Goodwill and spend a couple hours combing the shelves for weird items. Funny t-shirts, strange hats, etc. Don’t go to department stores looking for clothing, it’ll be too expensive.

10. “Fancy” Meal - Spend $20 and invite several friends/family members over for a fancy dinner. You don’t need to be a chef or to spend lots of money to make something “fancy”, just make the atmosphere “fancy”. Make pasta with some sort of red sauce and possibly meat. Insist that everyone dresses up, light candles, play jazz standards, take pictures- make a real night of it. 

ALSO! If you can’t afford gift wrap use newspaper. 

My submission for today’s @lapidot-anniversary-week prompt, “barn mates”!

I quickly put his together bc a sudden rush of inspiration™ hit me.

Due to limited time, I opted for a simpler and more symbolic drawing: The tape recorder in its current state. I find it interesting that it was turned into a morp after, well, the consequences of Lapis and Peridot’s rocky start in the episode “Barn Mates”.

According to Peridot herself, “Wow, thanks” expresses the struggles of their communication and how they’re bonded now, represented by the blue ribbon - the same that she used to wrap the gift box by then.

I find it very interesting that at some point she stopped to analyse their interactions and made a meep morp out of a broken thing that hints back to their conflict. Peridot made the recorder into something new and even if it still reminded her of these prior happenings, she’s happy to have given it a new meaning, as she mentions in “Beta”.

I think that it somehow reflects the beginning of their relationship. Lapis still had many negative feelings towardsPeridot, but she tried to earn herself a new meaning for Lapis, to show that she changed through the entirety of “Barn Mates” and in the end, even though Peridot still reminded Lapis of the bad things that happened to her, she allowed herself to give it all a new meaning, to restart over by accepting to live with peridot in the barn.

Oh and do I even have to mention how things turned out afterwards?

Originally posted by queenofkarotflowers

Just look how much they grew close to eachother between Barn Mates and Beta. That’s character development, beautiful, pure and healthy character development. I just LOVE the tiny hints this show gives… 

@jenhedgehog

the outsiders and their ability to wrap presents

idk where i got this idea but its happening so here you go

steve:
-he has,,,his own method
-it gets the job done
-not correctly
-but done

soda:
-he doesn’t really know how tbh
-he’s been taught a million times but always forgets
-sometimes gets someone else to do it for him bc he’s like that
-always uses the most obnoxious wrapping paper he can find

ponyboy:
-PRESENT WRAPPING GOD
-how this boy learned to wrap so well, no one knows
-v neat and aesthetic
-fancy ribbons n stuff

darry:
-average
-never goes over the top
-it’s neat though
-bland ass wrapping paper

johnny:
-well he tries
-really hard
-still not very good
-BOWS AND RIBBONS

dally:
-thats funny
-he has NO CLUE how
-you’re lucky if you get a present from him in general
-if you do, it would be a miracle if its wrapped at all

two-bit:
-he does not know how
-at all
-so his gifts are very poorly wrapped
-uses wayyy too much tape so it’s like impossible to open

raise a tiger verse, father’s day

part of this verse; but if you haven’t read it: an au in which viktor acquires legal guardianship of yuri p who is a distant cousin


Yuri is strangely quiet at dinner.

Viktor chews on his linguini thoughtfully, casting glances at his younger cousin from beneath his lashes. It’s a game they play, and one that Viktor has become very good at: caring while pretending not to, and the one who gets caught first loses. It’s a stupid game, his Yuuri has told him more than once, but they’ve both lived this way for so long they don’t quite know how to stop.

At length, Yuri clears his throat, fixing his gaze on the corner of the table where Viktor’s phone sits. “They celebrate weird holidays here,” he says.

“Hm,” Viktor says noncommittally. “Americans often do. Wasn’t it National Doughnut Day just a few weeks ago? You liked that one, though. You and Kenjirou came home with entirely too many donuts.” He tries, but fails to inject the appropriate amount of disappointment in his voice. He had stolen two donuts from them when they weren’t looking. “What is it this time?”

Yuri crams a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “Father’s Day is on Sunday,” he mumbles, tomato sauce smeared all over his lips, but Viktor still hears it loud and clear.

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Half a noodle - the teaspoon girl pt 4

A witch turns Y/N into a teaspoon sized woman, and Sam and Dean has to make sure she doesn’t get squashed – and find a cure.

Word count: 3453

Have another part – this one is a bit longer than the others. Hopefully part five isn’t too far away (I’m sorry – I’m a slow writer).

Also, thanks for the idea, @mrswhozeewhatsis :D Not quite what you had in mind, perhaps, but…

Please let me know what you think – and remember that I’m not English. Also let me know if you want on – or off – my tag list.


From part three:

“Fuckin’ Barbie,” she muttered, but she picked up a few garments anyway. Her old clothes were so dirty she couldn’t wear them anymore – the stench was becoming unbearable.

“Turn around,” she instructed, waving her arms in Sam’s direction. He chuckled, but did as she asked. After pulling her filthy shirt over her head, she retched again and trembled violently. “Ugh, I smell like The Bog of Eternal Stench! Oh my god, what’s this? Seriously, Sam?” She’d picked up a sweater with a white and purple unicorn printed on the front.

“Sorry. As I said, limited choice. Wasn’t exactly a huge store. But the lady behind the counter was certain that ‘my daughter would be delighted’,” he replied, fighting to keep his voice straight.

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Sick Day - Arno birthday fic

Arno groaned, yanking the blanket over his head higher. If he heard Charlotte squeal like a piglet one more time, he will throttle her; daughter or not, his head couldn’t take it. He coughed into his fist, trying to close his eyes and forget there was sunlight. It would be so nice if the day just forgot him.

           He felt the bed sag, a hand rub his side and a pair of too warm lips press against his scruffy cheek. “Happy birthday, my love.”

           “Papa! Papa! Papa!” Charlotte shouted, jumping onto the bed from the other side, her knee going right into his gut. Arno grunted in pain, glaring at his tousle-haired daughter. She giggled, looking a bit guilty. “Sorry Papa,” she said, pushing some her curly brown hair out of her blue eyes. He watched her eyes light up as she remembered her urgent message. “Oh! Happy birthday Papa!”

           “Papa?” Julien asked, coming into the room. Arno cracked an eye open to look at his son. The boy swallowed and ran to his mother, peaking around Élise to smile at him. “Happy birthday, Papa! I made you this,” he said, holding out a drawing. “Mama said it’s pretty.”

           Arno sighed, sitting up, despite the aches he felt, and took his son’s drawing. Charlotte giggled and began to jump on the bed. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her down. “No, jumping on the bed,” he told her, his voice stern. “Don’t need you cracking your head open.”

           Charlotte giggled, grinning, and looked between her parents. “Can I give it to Papa now?” she asked, giving Élise an imploring look. Arno arched a brow.

           “Of course,” Élise said. Charlotte squealed, hopped her way to the edge of the bed and sprinted off to her room.

           “Papa said not to jump on the bed,” Julien growled, pouting as he rested his head on his mother’s lap.

           “Hush.” Élise stroked Julien’s hair. Arno chuckled, patting his son on the shoulder. “Charlotte will realize sooner or later her actions have consequences,” Élise said. “How are you feeling, Arno?”

           “Miserable,” he grumbled. He pressed a hand to his forehead, his head pounding. “Everything is so loud and my skull is splitting.” He looked at the drawing he held in his hand. It wasn’t a masterpiece, yet he could see who was who. “What’s this here, Julien?” Arno asked, pointing to what appeared to be a long silver finger coming out of his last hand between his ring and middle fingers.

           Julien peeked at the drawing. “Oh, that’s your hidden blade, Papa,” Julien said, “see. It even has blood on it because you kill bad guys. Mama said so.”

           Arno frowned, glancing at his wife. He turned his had to cough. “It’s… uh… lovely, Julien. Keep practicing and you’ll make a find artist.” He chuckled when Julien flushed at the praise. “Thank you.”

           “I got it Papa!” Charlotte screamed from the doorway. Giggling like mad, she rushed over to the bed, jumped and hopped on her knees to her father.

           “Papa said not to jump on the bed, Charlie!” Julien reprimanded.

           “I’m not jumping on the bed, Julien,” Charlotte said. “I’m on my knees and hopping.” She lifted her chin. “There’s a difference between hopping and jumping… dum-dum.”

           “Don’t call me dum-dum, dum-dum.”

           Charlotte stopped bouncing, a pout on her lips. “Well, at least I got Papa something useful,” Charlotte said, holding the wrapped gift. “Here you go Papa! Open it open it open it open it open it open it!”

           “Papa said he liked my picture,” Julien said. Arno chuckled, patting his son on the head, and then took Charlotte’s gift. He unwrapped it, sniffling as he did so.

           “Oh… Napoleon wrote a tactical book,” Arno said, “thank you, Charlotte. I’m not sure how useful it’ll be though.”

           “So, we can play soldiers properly, Papa! Set up the battles properly,” she said, excited and clapped her hands together.

           “And all that’s left is you,” Arno said. “What did you get me Élise?” he turned his head, coughing.  Élise chuckled.

           “Élise, I got it,” Léon said, coming in with a long box and a belt looped around his neck. “Happy birthday, Arno!” he greeted his adoptive father.

           “You can call me father,” Arno grumbled. “What’s all this Léon?” he asked as the youth came over and set the box on the bed. “Élise?”

           “This is for you.” Léon handed Arno the belt that was around his neck. “I saw you needed a new one.”

           “Thank you,” Arno said. “And this?” he tapped the long box. “Must be from my darling wife.”

           “It’s a new sword, made in the schiavona style, commissioned it a few months ago,” Élise said and kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday, Arno.” She went to kiss his lips, but he tuned his head so she pecked his cheek instead.

           “Sick, remember,” he said when she pouted. He set the book on the nightstand and moved the sword to the floor. “I would love some peace and quiet for my birthday,” he said, looking at his family.

           Élise nodded. “Children, hug your father and give him a kiss on the cheek, then go downstairs and wait for me, we’ll be heading out.”

           “Okay,” Charlotte and Julien chimed. Charlotte began to hop towards the edge, much to Julien’s displeasure.    

           “Charlie, Papa said no jumping on the bed! You have to obey the rules!” Julien pointed out. Charlotte reached the edge and hopped off, sticking her tongue out at him. He bristled.

           “I don’t hafta do anything!” Charlotte taunted. Julien pushed away from Élise and ran after his sister. Charlotte squealed in delight at the impromptu chase game. Léon gave a tired sigh and ran after the two children.

           Arno shook his head. “The war continues,” he muttered. “Templar trying to tell an Assassin what to do.” He gave Élise a lopsided smirk. “Never will solve the problems.”

           “They would’ve bickered like that regardless,” she said and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “There’s a part two to my gift, but it has to wait until tonight when the little rascals are asleep.”

           Arno dropped the belt on the floor as well. “Mm.” He snuggled back into the pillows, a lazy smile on his face. He covered his mouth as he coughed. “May have to take a rain check on that one,” he said. Élise nodded, kissing his brow.

           “Then rest, and feel better soon.” She got up, squeezing his hand. “Happy birthday, Arno.”

Stupid Teddy Bear

CHARACTERS: Dick Grayson/Reader
RATED: T
SUMMARY: He didn’t get it. He didn’t understand how everyone knew so much about his life. Especially his dumb brothers.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’ll be writing some Valentine’s Day fics for all the Batboys, including the Big Bat himself.

You were just lounging around in the living room reading a book when you heard the door open and slam shut hard following your boyfriend’s mumbling voice as he stomped into the kitchen. You laughed knowing where he was going. Right on cue, you hear a cabinet open and slam shut. That cabinet was solely for Dick’s stress relief cereals. That cabinet is only for Dick.

You watched your grumpy boyfriend come to the couch and sat down by your feet. He started munching down his cereal as his mumbling continued.

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avidreaderffn  asked:

(1/2) *at sanvers' first christmas together, ft Kara* "Kara, why do you still bother? You know all of us wrap our gifts with lead" "A girl can hope! And look! That one isn't lead! ... oh Rao no. Nope. Not doing this. Bye Maggie, Alex, i'll see you tomorrow" "Kara? Mags what are you doing you can't open that yet-" "ELIZABETH MARTINEZ!!!"

(2/2) “Maggie wait, come back! What was it anyways?” Alex unwraps the gift, drops it, turns beet red and puts her head on her hands. The book “The importance of safewords” lie on the floor. The card reads “since i already know you’re into choking” “Whyyy”

THIS MADE ME SNORT

THIS MADE ME SNORT AT WORK

THIS MADE ME SNORT AT WORK LIKE FIVE TIMES

that they line their presents with lead. that Kara looks anyway. that liz went so far to buy that book. that maggie immediately knew who it was from. THE SNARK, THE KINK-POSITIVE LOVE, THE FRIENDSHIP, ALEX’S RED FACE, i can’t, i’m too happy

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A short zine with words from Joanna Newsom’s “Peach, Plum, Pear,” using my watercolors, gift wrap and odd and ends, and illustrations I drew two or three years ago

I can’t tell you in words what this song means to me, so I tried to do it in colors instead

pegasusdragontiger  asked:

I have this random thought of reader/Chris baby is delivered on his birthday! when also her fathers birthday is also 13th june and of course then there is also Chris himself?

“Happy Birthday, baby” I whisper as I run my fingers through Chris’ hair. He moans a response before rolling to kiss me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks me as he circles his hand around my protruding belly.

“The same as I’ve been feeling the last week and a half” I half smile, “Like I’m going to explode”

“The doctor said that’s normal but if there’s no contractions by the 16th they’ll induce you”

“Yes, yes, I know. I feel fine Chris, I’m just ready for our baby to be here” I stretch and sit up, “What do you want for breakfast, birthday boy?”

“You don’t need to make me breakfast” He moves to that he’s hugging my hips, keeping me hostage in the bed.

“It’s a tradition” I insist.

“Then I want cereal”

“That’s not how this works. I’m making you pancakes and you’re going to like it” I untangle myself from him and waddle my way to the kitchen. Chris follows quickly behind, trying to convince me to at least let him help. “Nope, you’re going to sit there and drink some coffee and I’m going to make pancakes and bacon” He sighs his defeat and sits along the island to watch me cook.

I give Chris credit, he doesn’t step in to help until at least the third time the bacon spatters on me. “You can do the pancakes all by yourself, please let me do the bacon?”

“Fine” I agree easily and kiss his cheek before turning my attention back to the pancakes. With the added help it doesn’t take long for breakfast to be ready. We eat in comfortable silence before Chris clears our dishes, insisting that since I cooked he could clean up. I was going to argue but it takes too long to stand for it to be worth it.

“You called your dad, right?”

“Oh shit!” I make my way back to the bedroom to find my phone, mumbling about pregnancy brain along the way. It rings a couple times before he picks up.

“Happy birthday Dad!”

“Oh thank you, sweetheart” he chuckles back into the phone, “How are you doing? No baby yet?”

“No baby yet”

“Who knows, maybe we’ll have another June 13th in the family”

“Oh god, don’t say that” I laugh back. “I think I can keep Baby in there until at least tomorrow. But really, I just want them out. I’m ready for them to be here”

“I believe it, your mom and I can’t wait to meet them, and ya know, to know their name and sex”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll be the first to know”

“We better be. You go get back to your husband, thank you for calling”

“Of course, dad, I’ll talk to you soon”

“How’s your dad?” Chris ask when I sit myself down at the island.

“He’s good. He thinks that Baby is going to make it so there’s 3 June 13th birthdays”

“I think he’s onto something”

“No”

“You’re going to hold ‘em in there just because you don’t want us all sharing a birthday?”

“I’m not holding anyone, anywhere”

“Whatever you say”

We spend the morning lounging around on the couch. Chris takes Dodger for a run and I use the time to wrap up his gifts. Chris convinced me that he didn’t want anything fancy for dinner, so we agree to order pizza from his favorite pizza place in Boston. I give them a call and the pizza is set to arrive at 7. Chris returns before noon and makes himself a sandwich before plopping on the couch next to me.

“So” he drags.

“Yes?”

“I’ve heard that sex is supposed to help induce labor”

“Oh, really? And you think you want to come near this?”

“Yup” he pops the P and starts to lean towards me.


“How do you feel?”

“The same, how do you feel?”

“Like I love my wife” he pulls me so my back is against his chest and runs his hands over my stomach.

“Best birthday sex you’ve had?” I tease, knowing it’s not.

“Most definitely” he kisses the back of my neck.


“Chris!” I’m standing in the bathroom when the first real contraction starts. I hear him running through the house and see him flash past the bathroom, heading for the bedroom, before he runs back.

“What? Are you okay?”

“I had a contraction”

“It’s already passed?”

“Yeah, we need to time it for when the next one starts” he checks the clock before helping me walk back to the living room. Our hospital bag has been packed by the door since before the due date and I look at it, thinking today might be the day. I sit down on the couch and it doesn’t take long before the next one starts. I grip onto Chris’ arm and squeeze my eyes shut as it passes. “How long was that?” I ask once it’s over

“10 minutes since the first one” I nod and lean back into the couch.

There’s a few more before they start coming with less time in between. Chris helps me move to the car and we head to the hospital. I’m in labor for almost 8 hours before I’m fully dilated, and then have to push for almost 2 hours. Chris is next to me, helping me breathe and talking to me the whole time. It’s just before midnight when our baby girl arrives. The doctors check her over and Chris follows behind them before they swaddle her and let him bring her over to me.

“Congratulations, guys. June 13th!” The doctor gives us a thumbs up before leaving the nurses to tend to us.

Chris burst out laughing as soon as the doctor closes the door and I try to hush him as our little girl stirs and looks at us.

“How is this birthday present?” I ask once he’s calmed down.

“The best one I could ever ask for” he kisses her head before kissing me.

“Happy Birthday, Baby” I whisper.


A/N: I know I already used this picture, but it’s perfect sooo 🤷‍♀️ I can’t believe how fast I wrote this, but I hope you like it!

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Appa!Kris (2/2) - White rose

Chanyeol / Lay / Suho / Baekhyun / Kai / Xiumin / Chen / Tao / Kris 1 / Sehun / D.O

Requested

Genre: fluff

Summary: At yours and Kris’s wedding reception, your daughter asks her dad to dance with her.

A/N: Thanks to the flower suggestion by @catou1305 White roses mean “worthy of you.” which is a major theme in this scenario as you’ll see.

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Graduation

The sun was shining brightly as the group of students gathered in the familiar cafe for the last goodbyes. There was talk of the past years, reminiscing about fun moments, as well as wondering what the future might have in store for them. Some people were proudly chatting about the prestigious universities they were going to attend, while others exchanged gifts and cards. In a corner of this cafe, two unlikely friends sat together, sharing a pot of green tea.

“It all went by so fast,” Izumi said, “I can hardly believe we’re already graduating high school.”

“It was quite an eventful year.” Wakatoshi took sip of his tea. He toyed with a button in his hand. Their school might not have a the traditional gakuran, but Wakatoshi and Izumi had still wanted to give Kouhai their second button, so they had taken it from their shirt instead. They had also prepared some other presents as well. However, it turned out that a lot of people wanted to give Kouhai gifts today, so they sat patiently waiting their turn. Despite the large amount of people who wanted to greet her, she still managed to spend time with everyone.

Izumi chuckled while staring at his tea.

“What is it?” Wakatoshi asked.

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