#homemade things

[antvnger]

Woooooaaaah! That’s so cool!

Talk about a little Christmas miracle. That’s pretty neat @aintinacage If that were me, that would probably be one of my top five favorite little possessions ever.

Wow, what a cool story. A homemade wooden coaster. That’s so cool!

Scott’s Christmas Challenge

[lucid-dancing]

Baked for the first time in weeks today...it felt really good🖤

Chocolate cupcakes w/ raspberry coulis filling, chocolate modified buttercream w/ crushed sprinkles and blood-dipped raspberry candy glass

[ivory-paragon]

While she’s uncertain if Rufus is the sentimental type–how could he be? Didn’t he lose everything in Meteorfall?–she figures she should give it another take, this homemade card-making thing. If he could’ve, would he kept the last card she made him? The one he tucked away in briefcase, promised a child he’d cherish even if he likely thought it was a foolish item? If he didn’t as a child, surely as a young adult during those years in Junon he must’ve accumulated some amount of admirers, and fan mail to go with it. She imagines he must receive some even now.

All that doesn’t matter, she supposes– what does is her current intent, having sat at desk diligently, door locked and sign hung on handle: Do not Disturb. She’s pulled streams of golden ribbon to tie around envelope, ensured her penmanship is at its finest. Whether it’s entirely typographically correct? Well, Yuffie’s not confident it’s without spelling error or otherwise mistake, but surely it’s the effort that counts. 

Would he like the card? The contents inside? Does she even remember what she’s written, before she’s sealed the scarlet envelope? If she thinks, she vaguely recalls: an invitation for dinner at the very first restaurant he ever brought her, in isolated corner with dimmed lighting. Surely they must be seen together, to appease the public– but they don’t have to stay in their view. That would be an example of her progress, of good faith she hopes.

What else was inside? Oh! Of course, a heartfelt message of commitment, of integrity and support. The type of things one might expect. Though it’s less about the message, she’s sure he’ll find; isn’t it more of the effort she’s placed, the intention of her actions? If he’s thought all this time his work was one-sided, she hopes to appease such attitude one small gesture at a time.

Work completed, she places materials on the corner of her desk to collect another day. But for now, the business day is coming to a close, and it would be a shame to have the President work overtime on such a fine day. Perhaps this’ll entice him to take it easy, if for just a little while.

It was in the Junon house study that Rufus was taught the lesson of Valentine’s Day and the culture that Tseng often shared with a small inquisitive child that hardly saw the outside world just yet. He’d have time for that later on—when his father dubbed him good enough for his business trips. While other children not exposed to the way of private tutors were able to celebrate a multitude of holidays with classmates, Rufus only had his guardians.

Tseng explained to him that it was only on Valentine’s Day that the women of his nation gave anything out of ‘obligation’ or ‘of love interest’. He also explained to Rufus that White Day was when the men would give back and show their feelings with gifts to the women. He decided, for Yuffie at least, he would give her the appropriate gift to honor her culture when that day approached. But he still brought along a lovely bouquet of gloriosa flowers with a single white rose nestled in the middle.

Even though the door read ‘Do Not Disturb’ he dismissed it and slipped inside with the flowers in hand. The envelope rested on the corner of the desk with his name scrawled with her distinguished scripture. “What’s this?” He inquires with a slither of a smile on his face. The flowers are passed to her as he opens up the letter, scans it, and notes the craftsmanship—the one thing that he always treasures.

His eyes lift from the card. “Are you taking me out on a date?” One fine eyebrow perks upwards. “The place where it all started…” that grin widens. “Ah yes…,” he begins, opening his briefcase that is by his side always. With care, he puts it in the pocket area. “The moment your jaw slacked and your eyes widened. I don’t think you paid much attention to the food afterward.” It was quite a meal that was placed out before them.

“This time my mind won’t be occupied on whether you’ll say yes or no.”

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How to make awesome homemade paddle boat can move on water

[jijinigeria]

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[mmebookworm]

Good links here too

[svdvf]

I got the cutest hand bag as an early birthday gift its HUGE and perfect and colorful :):):)

[rorbison]

does anyone have like a working home made deodorant recipe because I don't mind sweating i just mind stinking and normal deodorant leaves my underarms like really chaffed and itchy and way too dry to be healthy.