if u go 2 a florist & ask them 4 rose trimmings/petals they'll usually give them 2 u for cheap/free!! so u can make more rose water 4 cheaper!!! 💕
sweetie!!!!!!! angel!!!!!!!! amazing person in general!!!!!! thank you so much for this v good advice cause i paid £3.25 at my local farmers market but next time i will just go to the (much closer) florist in town and i hope i might even some highly sought after … F R E E B I E S 😱😭
headcanon for the Taaco twins in order to justify my over-blingification of
poor, one-meal-per-day-poor, at-least-we-have-a-roof-over-our-heads poor, everything
that shines is gold to you. You want this uselessly complicated “exotic fruit,
emerald flower, ivory soft” soap; you want the perfume in a shiny golden box
that leaves glitter on your fingers; you want that too-rich food that swears it
contains two dozen different types of carrot and has too much cream; and you absolutely don’t care if it’s tacky or
unhealthy or actually cheap. You want what you imagine luxury is, and luxury is
to have Everything.
the better. No time for subtlety. No time for refined shit. You want to swallow
everything you can because you never have anything anyway – let me have this,
let me have this.
her first dress in a thrift shop: it’s covered in thirty different patterns,
overly-saturated, obviously made in bad quality fabric, with too much ruffles
and poorly painted wooden pearls and plastic sequins and loose golden threads.
It’s the ugliest piece of shit, but it’s a lot, it looks like a lot. She wears
it until she can’t anymore, and even then, she still keeps it because hey, who
knows, maybe someday she’ll make a new dress out of it? You have to keep these
things, they might get useful again someday. She says that of all the clothes
she owns and never throws anything away. “You never know”, she says. You never
these super cheap, way too bright to be true jewels you can buy dozens of at
the local market: he pierces his ears himself, in dozens of places, just so he
can wear more of these pseudo-gold plated hipster earrings with suns and stars
and intricate patterns that leave green stuff on his skin and cause the holes
to bleed and leak pus two times out of three. He still wears them, and still loves
them. Who cares if it’s not an actual diamond? A shard of glass shines just as
bright, with colourful tiny patches of light that dance on the palm of his hand
whenever he holds it in front of a candle. Plus, it’s not like he could ever
get an actual fucking diamond, so.
is not not-to-be-poor, but to look like
time Barry buys Lup an actual good dress, something made of silk, maybe, or
comfortable velvet, something colourful and shiny but something nice, she straight-up refuses to wear
it. It’s too much, too real. How much money did he put in this? Why didn’t he
save it in case something happens? She just can’t have that. They argue until
Lup can’t even find words to put on the gut-wrenching feeling she has and bites
her lips until she tastes blood, incredibly frustrated and angry and afraid, so
afraid, of this fucking real nice dress.)
looks nice, pretty boneboy, handsome faced reaper man, and like, Taako knew
this, Kravitz’s a man with style – so
he eyes his jewellery at the Chug N Squeeze, and sure, he’s not wearing much:
two small earrings, a couple of bracelets, a broche with his goddess’ insignia
on it. It’s a small round crow with a bright orange eye. It catches the light
in a way Taako’s jewels don’t, and suddenly, something nasty turns his blood to
ice when he realises it’s because it’s an actual fucking gem – and the rest is
too solid and heavy to be gold-plated.
wearing solid gold jewellery, and for the first time in forever, Taako, bright,
loud, pseudo-fashionable Taako feels cheap.)
argue when people call them too-much, greedy, shallow. They don’t care. All
they have are rhinestone bracelets, fake crystal stones, glittery nail
polish, colours and cheap glamour: they’re the king and queen of fake it ‘til you make it, so they
just. Don’t. Fucking. Care.
Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 9,643
Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity
- wake up super early, make a warm drink, and drink it while u r watching the sun rise.
- take a super long bath with music, a bath bomb, candles, magazines, etc!!
- have a movie/tv day with ur fav snacks & treats!!
- go for a long walk and pick some flowers to dry, press, or give to some1 u love!!
- spend some time with animals!! if u have a pet, play with it, pet it, love it!! or, go to an animal shelter and play with all the animals there!!
- host a lil fundraiser for a cause u care about! it doesn’t have to be much, maybe just sell some treats and donate the money to a charity u want 2 support!!
- make some positive journal lists!! some suggestions: small things I love about myself, things that make me happy, kind things to do, etc!
- head to a local farmers’ market and buy urself some potted flowers or herbs! remember to water and care for them!!
- go for a rly long walk!! call it an adventure & explore ur hometown!
- write a letter to a loved one!! u can include little gifts like teabags, tiny candies, polaroids, etc!
- clean a desk or table, light an aromatic candle, and take some time to really think. what’s on ur mind truly, hiding just beneath ur consciousness? can u fix some of ur problems? what’s makin u happy rn?
- mix some natural scented extract w water in an old spray bottle! u can spray it around ur room or whatever! mint 4 balance, Lavender 4 relaxation, vanilla bc it smells sweet, etc!!
- make a playlist on ur phone, or burn it onto a cd! make it soothing & relaxing! u can give some copies 2 ur family members or pals!!
- put on some lipstick, stick out ur tongue in the mirror, take some cute selfies (if ur comfortable!) u r a beautiful work of art and u look just the way ur supposed to!
- don’t 4get to get a good nights sleep, drink lotsa water, and love urself!
- remember it’s okay to have lazy days. it’s ok to relax. it’s ok to pamper urself. you are still moving and growing and learning, u r a tiny little plant with so much to give and to receive and you are always worth it.
what are some essentials for starting uni? like for a dorm, stationary supplies etc??
I’m not sure what to recommend exactly but I can tell you what my essentials are, I move around a lot and have done ever since I first moved to uni. Try to take only the bare minimum, you’ll accumulate things whilst you’re away :–)
speaker(s) (pack headphones too… don’t be that neighbour)
printed photos of your friends and family, artwork, posters, or a small rug will make you feel instantly more at home – put them up with washi tape though so you don’t mark the walls!
if you share a kitchen: instead of taking a big set with lots of plates, try going to your local market or charity / secondhand shop and buy just two small plates, two small bowls and some knives and forks. this way, you’ll have more space in the kitchen + be able to tell which are yours, as well as nice memories of going to those places in your hometown before moving
if you share a bathroom: invest in a toiletries bag, then you don’t have to leave all your stuff in the bathroom if you don’t want to
Finally, my mum’s advice to me: take something, or a few things, that are really old and you’ve had for ages. It can be tempting to take university as a ‘fresh start’, and you should, but if you take at least one thing – maybe a bag, or pencil case – that you’ve loved for years, it might make you feel more grounded if things get overwhelming.
I am so excited for you, good luck at university and I hope you really enjoy it.
If you fly in take the Link (Seattle Public Transit) downtown.
Right when you get off, you can walk a few blocks until you find Elm Coffee.
This place was recommended by new friends I found from Instagram the wide open space is filled with a white marble bar, and tables accompanied by wicker chairs that seem to fit you just right.
Petite pastries lay across the bar. The most tempting are the vegan donuts, although you won’t be able to tell the difference.
The coffee has a light, citrus scent to the roasted beans and the pitter patter of feet fill your ears as customers line up for their morning latte. The ambience is very relaxing, light chatter feels comfortable, and is a sweet spot that isn’t so touristy (like Original Starbucks, you can go there, too!)
Mid-Day Brunch: Biscuit Bitch
1909 1st Ave | Seattle, WA 98101
Walking down to Pike Place, the infamous marketplace is next. To satisfy the itch to try new food in the city, you can get your southern soul food fix closeby.
The sidewalk is usually lined up with hungry brunchers in line or waiting for one of the (few) coveted tables. The popularity of this place is obvious with people casually walking by end up joining in on the biscuit madness. Biscuit Bitch has all the sass and snarkiness that lives up to its name. The staff has hair all colors of the rainbow, tattoos that dot their arms, and are quirky and loud. I blushed a bit while ordering the “Hot Mess Bitch” but I’ll admit it felt cool to cuss when I ordered.
The Hot Mess Bitch had me exploring every corner of my cardboard to go box (everything is packaged to go). One bite had me chomping down smooth grits with cheese and the next bite I’d get a flavor whirlwind of sausage, jalapeno and biscuit. Every bite was a new experience depending on which ingredients I wanted to combine next.
There´s been written a lot of Jamie POV about his PTSD, but I can´t remember any from Claire´s perspective (if there was any). What she felt and thought during her husband´s healing proces? How she tried to help him (ease his pain)?
Jamie carefully balanced the tray as he ascended the
stairs, bare fleet sliding along the worn wood boards.
Just past dawn on the Fourth of July – it would be a busy
one at Lallybroch, yet again. Claire and Jenny Ian and Murtagh and Suzette and
all the kids had all been up late, sweeping off the lawn and setting up chairs
and tables for the barbeque that had become a cherished annual tradition.
For every year, the Fraser/Murrays of Fraser’s Ridge
extended an open invitation to all veterans of all conflicts, to come together
at their home on America’s birthday and celebrate service, and each other. And
remember those who hadn’t made it home to celebrate.
Most of the veterans were local – Murtagh’s close-knit
friends from when he stormed the beaches at Normandy; the few ‘Nam vets Jamie
had gotten to know through his business dealings, selling Lallybroch’s milk and
cheese and wool and produce to local markets; friends and family of Claire’s
current and former patients at her neurology practice.
This year was especially poignant, as it was the first
since the men and women who had helped push Saddam out of Kuwait would be here
Quietly down the hallway – past Brianna’s room. Aged
sixteen, she was intelligent, vivacious, responsible – and drop-dead gorgeous.
The younger guys would be flocking around her tonight.
Jamie sighed, then gently elbowed open the master bedroom
Claire was awake – she never slept long by herself,
sensing his absence even in sleep. She blinked at him from against the
headboard his grandfather had carved, hair all wild, the low neck of her sleep
shirt slung to expose one bare shoulder. And smiled.
Eighteen years since a beaming Murtagh had walked her
down the aisle at St. Bride’s Church, when she legally became the Fraser she
had already been since they handfasted the year before. Twenty-three years
since he first saw her, a circle of light amid a haze of confusion and pain,
smiling down at him at Chu Lai.
His heart still stuttered to see her.
He set down the tray on the bedside table he’d made her
for their anniversary, handed her the black coffee she craved each morning.
“I’ll need this today,” she yawned, gently scooting over
for him to sit beside her. “Careful – we’ve got a visitor.”
Five-year-old William Fraser – their joyful surprise –
snuffed against his mother’s lap and returned to sleep. Jamie reached over to
ruffle his brown curls – so much like Claire’s.
“Is he all right?”
“He was so excited last night he had a hard time falling
asleep – it’s the first barbeque he can *really* help with.”
Jamie bent to kiss Claire’s exposed shoulder. “Thank you
for all you do for me. For us. I know it’s always a lot of work – ”
“Nonsense. You know I’m happy to do it. Proud to do it.”
She sipped her coffee. Thoughtful. “It’s so important to everyone – to help
them remember they are appreciated. That they have a home, a place to relax.”
He nodded, mind turning over the thousand small tasks
still to be done before the guests arrived at noon –
“You do it because you don’t want them to be forgotten,
He turned to face her.
“You know me too well.”
“I know it grates on you how for so long, nobody wanted
to talk about Viet Nam. To acknowledge what soldiers like you – ”
“Soldiers like *us*,” he corrected.
She twisted her lips. “Like *us* - what we experienced.
What we survived – it was no less honorable than the guys in France or the
Pacific or Korea.”
“I don’t want the kids coming back from Desert Storm to
ever feel the same way.” His eyes were far, far away – remembering those times
people had sneered at the “Vietnam Vet” bumper sticker on his pickup truck, and
how hard it was for him to claim benefits from the VA, and how so many of the
men he had commanded in Nam had fallen on hard times. “That – that people don’t
appreciate them, and their service, and their sacrifice. Forget the politics.”
Claire set down her now-empty coffee cup, gently rolled
their sleeping son off of her lap, and crawled onto her husband’s lap. Wrapped
her legs around his waist. Holding him so, so tight.
He melted into her – full of so much.
“You do right, Jamie,” she whispered hotly in his ear.
His fingers dug into her hips. “They won’t go through any of that, because of
He swallowed, holding her close.
“If Brianna or William ever choose to serve, I – I want
it to be better for them,” he rasped. “They need to know – ”
“Hush. They *do* know, love. Hush.”
Always so strong for her – for their son and daughter –
for their family and employees and clients.
But they both knew that she was the strength for both of
6 awesome activities in Phuket besides its wonderful beaches!
No trip to Phuket would be complete without gracing its gorgeous shores. But Phuket has more to offer than seaside attractions and underwater activities. From colonial townships to one-of-a-kind culinary experiences, go beyond its pristine beaches and towering limestone cliffs to discover another side of Phuket you never knew existed.
Learn to make a wicked cocktail with the island’s homemade rum
Bond over booze at the Chalong Bay Rum Distillery and take a behind-the-scenes tour to learn about the art of rum production. Keen drinkers can join in the cocktail workshop and bar to concoct exotic cocktails and alcoholic beverages with their award-winning rum!
Flaunt your inner Masterchef with a cooking class
Love eating and interested in making traditional Thai dishes on your own? Sign up for a culinary lesson at the many cooking schools in Phuket to up your cooking cred. Apart from signing up with your big players, you can benefit the locals by choosing a home-based school. The local chefs are more likely to bring you around local wet markets to shop for the freshest ingredients, before adjourning to their homes for the actual class!
Spend the day with happy villagers on a floating village
Koh Panyee contains a floating village that was developed near to monolith limestone cliffs, but what really stands out are the hundreds of huts, shacks, restaurants and houses floating on stilts, which is also where the happy villagers build their life around. There’s even a floating soccer field right within the village! Take a leaf out of the villagers’ book and learn how to chill out and live happily, while enjoying a fresh seafood lunch!
Horse riding by the ocean
Horse riding is something, but horse riding right by the beach? We have a winner. No worries if you’re a beginner. The trainers will bring you through the whole process, like learning how to sit properly on the saddle, how to steer, stop, walk, trot and more. Once you’re comfortable, you will be cantering across the pristine beaches in no time at all! Best of all, prices start from an extremely affordable 1000 baht (less than SGD$50) per hour for the experience of riding off into the sunset, quite literally!
Chill out and shop with the locals at Chillva Market Phuket
Opened last April, Chillva is one of the newest, if not hippiest market to hit Phuket. Geared more towards local Thais than tourists, you’ll get a more local experience on top of cheaper products for sale. Some of the stores are housed in colourful shipping containers, while tents and hawker stalls come to life every weekend. You can also expect presentations and music on a small stage in the heart of the market.
Get away from the hustle and bustle and into a luxurious sanctuary
The Naka Phuket Villa is one of the newer and fancier lodge to hit Phuket. This 95 pool villa resort is located in Kamala Bay and hidden in an ancient valley on the western edge of Phuket.
Accessible via an isolated mountain road, the resort provides exclusivity and peace, but it is also not far away from the action, as the villa is only a 20-minute drive away from Phuket City. Visitors will get to stay in steel-framed matchbox form) and seeing the spectacular blue of the Andaman Sea.
Feeling that familiar sense of wanderlust? Save money even as you travel with affordable airfares at AirAsia, so you’ll have more to spend on activities, food and more!
Hanna, chef of the Sundance Faire. She specializes in baking breads + soups. Her wagon is filled with fragrant herbs, flours, various cheeses and vegetables from all across sornieth,
giving her products the greatest range of flavors. When she’s not cooking, Hanna is wandering the land or local markets for these new ingrediants. Guests are drawn to the delicious smells wafting from the wagon, and soon find their purses empty.
While shopping at the local market, Adrien attracts some attention.
This oneshot was inspired by @ryuusadesu and some of her own venting! And of course my brain—every time I see something remotely cute, I think about how the situation would apply to the lovesquare/ML universe!!
Adrien walked down the market sidewalk, hands already slightly full of groceries he had already purchased. The morning sun lazily made its way through the slight overcast and streamed across the various overhangs and openings, making Adrien smile as he looked skywards, already noting the few breaks in the clouds.
Today was going to be a lovely day.
He shuffles some of the bags in his hands in order to glance at the list in his pocket. Just about everything on the list has been taken care of, and it’s then that a selection of baguettes at a nearby stand catches his eye.
Chatting briefly with the vendor, Adrien selects a fresh baguette, tucking it under an arm as he pays for it, nodding in thanks before continuing down the market.
As he walks, the grocery items on display are switched out for flowers, colours blooming and petals unfolding in the soft wind. Just before he really delves into the flower area of the market, a tug from the inside of his jacket gives him pause.
He looks up to see a cheese stall. Wheels of cheese piled high, samples displayed on a cutting board. A sharp smell overpowers the bouquets next door and Adrien chuckles before whispering down into his jacket.
“I already brought you Camembert,” he chuckles lowly, shaking one of the bags in his hand.
“But Adrien,” comes a voice from his jacket, “I have a very advanced palette! All cheese should be tasted!”
Sighing out a half-hearted sigh, Adrien walks over to the cheese seller, laughing at the excited wiggles in his jacket.
Once armed with another bag—this one carrying its own special scent—Adrien makes his way into the flower area of the market. Bright colours and sweet scents fill the air and Adrien pauses, wondering if he could manage carrying a bouquet all the way home, along with all the bags he already has.
He was pondering an arrangement of delicate lilacs and tulips when a sudden whistle from behind him causes him to jump.
The sound made him immediately blush on instinct. It had been years since he modelled professionally but still the attention and reaction it garnered from people left him embarrassed.
On instinct he lifts a hand up to scratch the back of his head, only to quickly realize his hand was much too full to accomplish such a task. Instead he stands up straight, masking his face with composure and finesse, as he was taught to do so.
He was an adult. He could most definitely handle himself. And besides that he was not an object to be objectified over. It had happened so many times before, a loud wolf whistle, followed by excited screams. Someone asking for a selfie or autograph…some people getting far too comfortable with touching him. At worst he would just have to politely excuse himself was all. He was fine.
Holding his head up high, and with some pink still staining his cheeks, Adrien turned around—
Only to burst out laughing at the familiar face the met.
There she stood before him, one hand cradling piles of flowers and the other holding a half-full basket. The small mischievous smile on her face bloomed as she joined him in his laughter.
“What?” She said as their laughter died down, “You are quite handsome! And all beauty should be appreciated, no?”
She stepped forward, the gentle light played across her face, causing Adrien’s smile to falter into sudden awe. The blush on his face reddens. He snaps himself out of it just as quick as she nears him. As she comes to a stop in front of him, she raises her basket in offer for Adrien to deposit the groceries into. He complies, setting down the various bags of vegetables, cheese, and fruit into the basket.
Tilting his head to the side, he stares at her. “Well, um,” he says, “I, um…thank you?”
He scratches the back of his head momentarily before remembering himself and reaching for the full basket. He grabs the handle from her taking the bulk of the groceries in hand.
She smiles up at him, and he gets distracted my the freckles on her cheeks.
Adrien clears his throat, suddenly he feels too warm. Trying to recover himself, he returns her smirk, trying to channel his alter ego. “I don’t think your husband would appreciate you wolf whistling at handsome men in public markets,” he says.
She raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh, he appreciates it just fine” she laughs as she reaches to take the baguette from under his arm, lessening his load.
“Well…yeah” he chuckles, looking away shyly, “You’re not wrong.” Inwardly, he curses his lack of charm.
She stretches up towards him, her lips puckered and on instinct Adrien bends over slightly. His cheek meets her lips for a quick and playful kiss.
All of a sudden, a sharp smack on his behind jerks him forward. Stunned, Adrien turns. He stares at Marinette, who seems to be struggling to uphold a face of innocence. Behind her back, she holds the baguette, fresh from having struck him across the rear, like a weapon she wants to remain hidden. When she meets his wide-eyed expression, she looks ready to explode with laughter.
Trying to once again compose himself, Adrien straightens up, a sudden thought coming to his mind. He smiles.
“What,” he begins, “admiring the buns now?”
That does it. She bursts into giggles, her eyes closing tight as she shuffles the baguette into the same arm that holds the bouquet of flowers. Her now free hand covers her mouth. She nods lightly.
He smiles at her.
As her laughing subsides, she wraps her arms around the bread and flowers, the petals brushing against her face. She breathes in the fragrant smell and presses her lips together, as if she were trying to rein in any further giggles on her part.
With bright eyes she looks up at him, her own face painted light pink with blush. They stand there, a happy couple in the midst of a bustling marketplace.
She steps closer to him, a large smile breaking out across her face. In a quiet whisper, she says, “I loaf you.”
For a few long seconds, he simply stares at her. His heart is so full and he is simply overcome with happiness. Finally, the Chat Noir part of him scoffs, even as his flush reddens.
“My Lady,” he says dryly, “that’s a baguette.”
She pouts cutely at him. Her brows furrowing in mock annoyance.
“Well, it’s a bread product!” She counters.
He smiles at her. “I think you can do better. After all this time with me, you would think your pun ability would be more proficient! You’re not quite at my level of wordplay it would seem!”
She takes a step back, narrowing her eyes at him. “What?” she exclaims, “Oh please! I am just as good, if not better! Remember that time we were looking for a new couch? What was it I said…?” He chuckles. She’s rambling. “Oh! That one couch that was blue and orange! Ugh, do you remember? And I said ‘Oh! Well as long as it gives us compliments every time we sit down—’”
Laughing lightly, Adrien takes a step forward, cutting off her off with a kiss on the forehead.
She freezes. He leans back to look down at her, enjoying the blush deepening on her cheeks. She fumbles for a moment, biting her lip and looking anywhere but his face.
Finally she glances back up at him.
“Ummmmm…” she begins, and he leans back in close to catch her soft whisper. “I baguette you?”
He laughs freely as he leans down to cover her lips with his. Just before he closes the distance between them, he whispers, “I baguette you too.”