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.
Had this on my evernote a while back. Bit crappy, but I guess you’d enjoy..?
If you don’t find me lame and you hope for more, send a request.
Dear Julianne and Martina, don’t laugh at me
Pairing: Brendon Urie and Reader
You paced the aisles of the music store that was conncted to the bookstore. Your headphones were connected to the iPad you had in your backpack, so you can listen to music. Well, Panic! At The Disco to be exact. Why you had an iPad with you? Your parents won’t let you buy an iPhone, let alone buy your own phone. You were stuck with the ones your sisters passed down, and it does nothing but send messages to friends who won’t message back during summer.
You browsed through each stack on CDs, hunting down the album you were listening to now. At this time, nobody’s really around in the store. With the song Camisado on, you started nodding your head to the beat.
“Can’t take the kid from the fight,
Take the fight from the kid,” you sang and started busting some moves, doing some punches.
“Sit back relax,
Sit back, relapse again- PA PA PA LOOO~” You stopped, slumped, then repeated your actions till you raised the roof.
You spinned on the heels of your feet, then walked forward. You walked straight straight into a tall man.
“Oh shit! Sorry,” You removed your headphones and moved backwards to look at the man.“NO SHIT ITS YOU!”
Brendon Urie laughed. “It’s fine! I saw you dancing to one of Panic’s songs. You were really good!”
You blushed, internally screaming and dying inside. “Huh? Oh that? I was messing around and I- OH MY GOD CAN I JUST HAVE A MOMENT? I JUST BUMPED STRAIGHT INTO BRENDON FUCKING URIE AND I AM HAVING A MELTDOWN. HOLY SMOKES.”
Brendon smiled, making you die even more.
“Can I hug you? To, um, make sure you’re real? Then have a picture or thousands to have my friends kill me?” you laughed nervously. “Haha, but I’m already dead so..”
“Yea sure! Normally, fangirls would play it cool when they meet me or the band, but you- you’re really excited and shit.” Brendon said.
“Well, you make my entire life. I sing your songs every single day, practically annoying the hell out of my sisters. Heck, I run a tumblr blog about you!” You spilled.
You brought out the IPad, a picture of a derpy Brendon popping up as your lock screen. You stopped the album of A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out playing then turned on the camera. You and Brendon took pictures; smiling ones, funny ones, and scary looking ones. One of which, shocked you; he kissed your cheek. After placing back the iPad in your bag, you hugged Brendon tight.
“Thank you so much!” You squealed.
“Wait, I didn’t get the young lady’s name!”
“It’s Y/N L/N”
“Will I be seeing this lady at the concert tonight?” He asked.
“You will have to find me in the crowd then.” You giggled.
You walked around the store with Brendon, eventually going down to the bookstore, mocking some book covers, telling him about your life. He told you stories about the tour, Dallon being an idiot sometimes. He gave you a backstage pass that he had with him and you stayed around till he had to go back to wherever the band practices.
“Fun meeting you, Y/N. Hopefully I will see you again tonight. I mean like, you’re fun to be with.”
You and Brendon said goodbye to each other and he left the bookstore. Goodness, you couldn’t wait till the concert.
Note: You don’t need any of the original meshes for my recolors to work.
Here they are :) 12 bed recolors and 3 recolors each for the headboard (painting), end table, and dresser (console). I couldn’t find a good dresser to recolor but I love this console table by Mutske so just remember, it won’t work like a dresser, more like a side table.
The rugs and pictures on the dresser are mine and the plant and the rest of the clutter is from TSR (except for that stack of CDs, that’s EA).
I tried my best to move the pics so they wouldn’t be so large on your dash, but every time I tried to move them my browser crashed. Maybe I can do better next time.
I have brntwaffles SweetFX in my game, but I tested these without it and I think they still look good. The pics were taken with it on.
Oh! And a tip: to get the headboard/painting to look it’s best, place a wall light in between it and the bed. You won’t be able to see the light, but it makes everything look better :)
Bottled water, empty water bottles, stuffed animals (there’s a kuromi one not visible), digital music player, isabelle nendoroid, tamama figure I haven’t bothered to stand back up, Christmas card, Moby’s head taped to my TV, stack of CDs, Playstation controller, screwdriver, several wires that serve no purpose, 80s rose wallpaper, Tony Hawks Underground 2, original Xbox, what could be better.
Tim places his computer to the side, but keeps the documents he’s pulled up to the front because there’s some copying to be done. He opens his binder that’s thickened by papers, reports, newspaper clippings that he’s cut out for detective work. He gathers the papers and books and the sticky notes and the cds and stacks them. Not only by height, color and width, but also type, collection and organization of data inside and then refined by date added and modified. It’s delicate work and honestly, he’d rather not be interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, Dick telling Damian goodnight, the jingle of Titus’s collar as he runs in and out of bedrooms nervously.
Or the blur before his eyes because he’s so tired.
Or the light streaming into his room and the slow rumble of Bruce’s voice.
“Lights out, kiddo.”
Tim blinks. Yeah, it is 2:45 in the morning so it’s pretty insane to be up now for normal people. But. Work.
So he reaches out across his desk and switches off the desk lamp. “Yes, sir. Copy that, sir.”
A Jesse Swanson/Jeca Appreciation Post (A.K.A. Jesse’s Inner Voice)
Since the movie was severely lacking in our favorite adorkable, golden-voiced dream guy (I’ve seen the movie twice now and I did still enjoy it even though I now knew about Jesse’s cut storyline but still I WANT MORE OF MY BABY), I’ve decided that this is in order (gifs are not mine):
Look at me, I am adorable and I will serenade you and you will love me and we will be aca-awesome together.
I actually really like you and I think you’re insanely pretty and I will like stacking cds because I’ll be stacking them with you.
Look at how passionate I am as I close my eyes while I sing…imagine the passion we could share together.
Okay I knew I liked her before but now…she’s perfect.
And even when you’re blurry you’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
I made her laugh! YES! THIS IS AWESOME!
Back off dude! Didn’t you notice that I was making progress here! I made her laugh!
But I would like you to be my girlfriend if…you know…if you want to.
This is the one thing that could crush my soul…no…no…I can’t help it. I still like her. I will fix this. I’ll give her a movie education and she will love movies and I will be a hero for life.
This one’s for you, Beca. Oh who am I kidding, every song I sing is for you.
Look, Beca, look at how sexy I am as I sing about sex.
Damn she can rap too? I’m in serious trouble here.
You’re amazing and you’re going to be fantastic music producer and I’m so lucky that you’re in my life.
She knows I tease because I care.
Observe my smooth moves, Beca. Don’t you find me attractive at all?
I can’t look at you anymore without my heart breaking. It hurts too much.
Did she just? Did she just sing what I think she sang?
SHE’S SINGING IT! SHE WATCHED IT AND SHE’S SINGING IT AND I AM FREAKING OUT. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS…SHE WANTS WHAT I WANT!
Of course I didn’t forget about you. I could NEVER forget about you.
This may be the best moment of my life. No wait, scratch that, this IS the best moment of my life.
My girl’s got this. There’s nothing she can’t handle.
YES! YES! YES! SHE IS SLAYING IT! GO, BECAW! THAT’S MY GIRL!
May snapped her head up upon hearing the gripe; Drew was leaning against the doorframe to her childhood bedroom, his judgmental gaze evaluating the stacks of CDs and assortment of old books and piles of clothes strewn about the floor near where May sat. She glowered at him.
“It doesn’t usually look like this,” May huffed, folding her arms. “It just looks bad now because I’m putting everything into boxes.”
“Uh-huh, sure,” Drew said doubtfully, strolling inside. He paused to observe her collection of ribbons and small trophies from contests and tournaments she had won over the years. It was an admittedly impressive collection. “You’re not bringing all of this with you to the new apartment, are you?”
“What if I was?” May tested him. “Not so hot on the idea of moving in together now, huh?”
She had him there.
“I guess I’d have to make room for it, then,” Drew conceded with a defeated, though still playful smile. May was satisfied with this response, but she paused to drop some art supplies–markers, glue, glitter–into the box in front of her. Drew made a mental note to throw away the glitter before it ever made it into the apartment, lest she use it and the new floors subsequently sparkle rainbow for years to come.
“I am getting rid of stuff,” she insisted.
May pursed her lips and looked around. Drew figured she did intend to throw out some old things, but hadn’t actually figured out what those things would be. If she had, she didn’t have the heart to actually set them aside.
luke would always be making you playlists - like always. it would get to the point where you’d have a stack of cds on your dresser and a bunch of spotify playlists saved and you wouldn’t even know how luke found so many songs he would want to share with you and you told him that you loved them and you wished you had more time to listen to them all so finally he would settle for making you a bunch with a different emotion or whatever attached to it, like one would be “listen to this if… you’re in love” or “listen to this if… you think i don’t love you” and he would give you the whole box with a grin on his face and you’d be like “no offence or anything babe but how do you even have this much music that makes you think of me?” and he’d just stare at you confused until he embarrassingly let out an “everything makes me think of you” and now i’m upset
Everyone knows autumn is the prime time to release new music and even though music could be bought online now, Michael and you always made a point of going to the local record shop to try and find the new release CDs as well as stock up on whatever vinyl the two of you came across. It became a tradition, with the two of you heading out to the shop, matching leather jackets adorning your bodies. And you’d spend the whole afternoon rifling through the stacks of CDs and vinyls, trying to find the best ones for the night. Once you guys have made your selections, you head on home, before stopping for a hot chocolate at another local shop in town. And when night fell, the two of you would be snuggled up on the couch, you legs entangled with each other. There’d be a hint of pumpkin spice in the air from the candle you had lit earlier and the sound of whatever oldie record would be playing in the background. And that’s how the two of you spent most of your autumn nights, cuddled up in the warmths of each other with a vinyl playing in the distance.
***WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT, AND COARSE LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.***
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Friday, June 16 2014 2:50 pm
Working at a little music store called Sunrise Records on the corner of a busy street buzzing with people, situated downtown of Los Angeles, had to be one of the most boring jobs I ever had. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved the job, I especially enjoyed being surrounded by stacks upon stacks of CD’s and different types of music, but what I loved the most was seeing the customers.
The fact that there were so many people, each with different stories to tell behind the masks they all wore, fascinated me, and that was how I came to love my job even more.
I adored coming up with little conclusions about customers lives, based solely on their appearance, and the music they come up to the cash register with at the end of their visit.
Like how the young girl currently in front of me (she looked to be about 16, with long blonde hair, and sported heavy eye makeup) had placed the newest Taylor Swift album on the counter, her bright green eyes gazing at me expectantly as she waited for me to ring it through.
It was obvious that she had come straight from school seeing as she was wearing a bright blue Jansport backpack on her back, and judging from the cheerful gleam in her eyes, she had had a good day, and probably a good year so far, maybe filled with highschool parties and fun relationships with boyfriends that lasted for less than 3 months at a time.
“That will be $9.99,” I smiled brightly at her as I reached for a small plastic bag to place her CD and the receipt in.
Taking the $10 bill she’d exchanged for the bag with her CD in it, and placing it in the designated slot, I shut the cash register, watching as she left the store, before I moved on to the next customer.
Now this customer was an attractive tall boy dressed in almost all black, from the snapback adorning his blond head, all the way down to his black converse, his right hand gingerly placing a copy of Kings Of Leon’s Mechanical Bull album on the counter, then moving back to presumably fish his wallet out of the pocket of his skinny jeans-which were also black, of course-all the while completely avoiding eye contact with me, like he normally did.
He was a usual guest. He visited almost every single day, usually late at night though, about half an hour before I closed up the store and left for my apartment, which was just around the corner.
He confused me. A lot. Every single day, he’d come in, grab a random CD off the shelf in the ‘Alternative’ section, buy it, and then exit the store without so much as a grunt of acknowledgement, leaving me to sit on my uneven bar stool behind the counter, my knees constantly bouncing up and down as I sifted through various explanations and conclusions in my mind as to what type of person he was.
“$11.99,” I mumbled after I scanned his CD, opening the cash register and taking the $20 bill he’d pulled out of his wallet and held out to me.
“Keep the change.” He muttered as he shoved his wallet back into his pocket, slipping the CD from off the counter before I could place it in a bag, and leaving the store, abandoning me as usual.
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A/N: Helloooo! Just wanted to say I didn’t know this would be getting so many notes, and I’m so😩😍 but thank you guys☺️ I’ll be posting chapter 2 either today or tomorrow, and I’m in the midst of writing chapter 3 (I have been since my birthday, Jan 20th…I know it’s been over a month sorry lmao) but when I’m done I’ll post here and on wattpad! If you don’t know my wattpad username it’s seekingforthefind. Anyway, have a beautiful day, and ily❤️❤️