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cowyolks · 1 year

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I humbly beg for bath sex with Soap (and I’m saying bath over shower based on the soap quiz with Neil Ellice). Riling him up by washing him down, til he’s so out of his mind he just reaches out and pulls his partner (clothed or not) into the tub with him. Riding him in the tub, water spilling out the sides as you bounce on his cock, and he throws his head back and moans desperately for you. (It’s definitely because of his snark, but I feel like he’s quite noisy during sex!) At the end the two of you cuddle in the (lukewarm) water before either running a whole new bath to properly clean up or hop in the shower.

Until the Water Runs Cold (John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Fingering, Cock-Warming, P in V, just some sweet little bath smut.

A/n: A soft smut because sometimes we just need a little sweetness instead of “I’m going to f*ck the shit out of you…”

Sorry this took so damn long lol

Also where are all the Soap fics???

You’d been waiting for him.

His exhausted voice had announced he’d be home in the evening, and you’d never felt more overjoyed. It’s been over three months since you’ve last seen John, and you were practically buzzing with excitement.

When you heard the jangle of the key in the door, you couldn’t fight the grin that was spreading across your face. He entered the flat with slouched shoulders, obviously fatigued from the ride home.

But when his eyes met yours…

“Hey, hen,” it was incredibly soft, he enveloped you in warm comfort that only he could bring. “I’ve missed you.” You had choked out as you rushed to him. He dropped his bag to the ground, instead bringing his arms around your waist to give you a quick spin around.

“Gotten even more beautiful since I’ve seen you last.”

He set you down, but his hands didn’t leave the curve of your spine, instead his touch was burning, a hot coal that scorched red. Your forehead rested against him, and with a pleased hum you inhaled, catching the whiff of gunpowder and sweat.

“You need cleaned up, Johnny.”

“You calling me dirty, eh?” His warm smile let you know he was teasing you, he swooped down, pressing his warm lips against yours before pulling away.

“I’ll run you a bath.” You offered, holding your hand out to him. His fingertips were rough when he touched you, but it was him. While he smelt of war and destruction, he was still your Johnny, and that was all that mattered.

You led him upstairs, and towards the washroom. You had spent the day cleaning, Soap let out a relaxed inhale, letting you know he enjoyed the fresh scent of vanilla and cashmere. “You outdid yourself.” His eyes flickered around the hallway, before he entered the bathroom.

“I wanted the house to feel like home when you got back.”

“It’s home as long as you’re here, sweetheart.” His warm breath had fanned across your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt from the area as you bent down to turn on the faucet and plug the drain. His hands slid down your side to your hips with a pleasant squeeze as the water filled the tub.

His chest pressed against your back just as his chin rested on your shoulder. Your eyes fluttered shut as he placed a gentle kiss upon the pulse point of your neck, allowing you to release a little hum of approval. Until, the Scot bit gently on the tender spot.

“Johnny!” You had jumped, turning in his hold until you faced him. His crystalline eyes were dilated, and you could clearly see the large erection forming in his trousers, tight and painful. “Bath first, play after.” You scolded with a gentle smile on your face, quickly shutting off the faucet before facing him again.

“Yes Ma’am.” His eyes danced playfully as he reached behind him to pull his shirt over his head. His upper body was as toned as it usually was. Your gaze settled on the angry gash of his arm– red, but healed. “What happened here?”

“Bullet.” Was his only response. It was something you’d grown used to with Johnny, the constant new scars that littered his body. You hummed, before fluttering your lips over the raised flesh.

“Come on, let’s get you in the tub.” You advised, carefully helping him undress before he stepped into the steaming tub.

“Too hot?”

“Just right.”

He sunk down against the waters, his knees poking past the surface just a tad. Soap insisted that the two of you should have a large bathtub, he even installed the tub himself.

His sudden humming brought a soft look to cross your face.

You sat on the edge of the tub, content to being in Johnny’s company once more. You had ached for him, yearning for his touch and loving nurture he presented just to you.

You’d missed him more than he’d ever know.

With soft hands, you applied some shampoo upon your palm, before gently wetting his hair. Soap didn’t say anything, but you could feel him relaxing against the tub as your nails scraped gently against his scalp.

“I missed this.” He mumbled as you rinsed his hair, pouring warm water down the sides of his head.

“Missed this or me?”

“You. Always you.”

The sincerity of his tone made your body feel warm, but it didn’t stop the goosebumps from sliding across your bare legs. You had been wearing an old shirt of Johnny’s, that always smelt of him. But the little shorts you had on could hardly be visible through the fabric.

Soap seemed to take notice.

Wet fingers clenched against your kneecap, a signal that he wanted you to lower to his warm lips. Droplets of water hit the floor as he shifted, but in the moment you didn’t care as his lips latched with yours.

He tasted of the Caspian Sea, with hints of fresh salt and the feeling of escaping. He was home, and his soft sigh was euphoric to your ears.

His tongue slid across your bottom lip, hot and pleasant as you kissed him harder. His hand upon your knee squeezed harder, and with a breathy groan, he pulled away to catch his breath.

“Come in here with me.” He pleaded as his forehead pressed against your own, your heart churned at his question, but with a gentle smile you stepped away, ridding yourself of your shorts and shirt, the chilly bathroom air floating around your bare skin.

His eyes didn’t leave yours, which made you burn down harder to ashes. He’d seen you before, he knew every curve and scar, freckle and blemish. His eyes dilated in adoration as your hand grasped his to balance your form.

“So beautiful.” He praised as you settled in between his legs, your spine against his warm back. Water sloshed on the sides of the tub, but as his lips pressed to your neck, you hardly worried about the wet tile.

He kissed down to your shoulder blades, causing goosebumps to erupt against your skin. Taking a peak at him, you relished in his relaxed face and eyes that clamped shut. Sneakily your hand reached for some body wash, and once it was lathered in your hands you reach behind you, connecting your soapy palm to John’s aching erection.

His yelp made your stomach twist in pleasure.

“Oh, you cheeky little minx, I’m go-”

He whined as your hand slid down his length to the hilt, making a small giggle slide down your throat in amusement.

“Fuck… sweetheart.” His arms pulled your arched back into him, his biceps flexing around your waist as his warm skin kept you anchored. His forearms moved up against your skin, small droplets of water running down your stomach until his palm met its destination of the swell of your breast. He groped the flesh, all the while letting out little breaths as you continued to slide your hand down his shaft.

You let out a little whine as his fingers rolled against your nipple. The little bites Johnny left upon your collarbone put you into a buzzing daze.

“You like that, hen?” You pumped him faster at the question, causing him to groan.

“Need more, Johnny.” You pleaded with him as you glanced back at his eyes, lustful and wanting. His hand reached from your breast, his fingers hooking under your chin to bring your bruised lips back to him, with a whine you released your hold on his cock. While, his other hand reached between your thighs.

The proud smile upon his lip grew larger as you gasped out his name. His index finger hooked down into your cunt, just enough to feel how absolutely soaked you were.

“This all for me?”

“Please….” You begged, feeling near euphoric from the warmth of his fingers. You gasped as his fingers met your clit, rubbing hard circles into the sensitive bud. Soap swallowed your moans appreciatively, relishing in your squirms as you mewled out for him.

“It’s been too long, sweetheart. I miss how you feel around me.”

His middle finger entered your weeping cunt with a heavy thrust, a sharp moan leaving your throat as he added another, pushing and curling the digits into you in an unapologetic pace. “You like that? You’re taking me so well…”

You felt the heavy twist of an orgasm coming on, and as much as you wanted to clench around his fingers and let go, you grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away from your yearning cunt.

“I want you. Want you inside of me.” You whined, twisting in the tub as you straddled down on his hips.

“I’m all yours, hen. We’ve got all night.” Johnny spoke softly as you ground down on his erection, wiping your juices over him. He squirmed, pleasantly listening to the sound of the water slouching out of the tub.

His hands squeezed down on your hips, his gaze starstruck as you hovered over him. With gentle hands you grasped his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“Fuck me…” he cursed as you lowered down on his tip, you felt the stretch against your walls as you sucked him in. “So tight, I’ve missed this.” John wobbled out, gripping your hips tighter as you bottom out against his length.

The tip of him felt as if he was hitting your womb, his violent twitching causing you to whimper in anticipation.

“I love ya, you’re so perfect, hen.” Soap praised as you latched your arms around his neck, swiveling your hips as he held you tighter.

“I love you too, Johnny.”

He urged your pace to pick up, lifting your hips effortlessly off of his pelvis as if you weighed nothing more than a flimsy feather, only to slam you back down into him again.

“That’s it, right there…” you moaned as he thrusted up into you, his own grunts nearly muting out your own.

His arms enveloped you when he grew sloppier, a telltale that he was close to letting loose. It made your mouth water.

The tight coil in your stomach released, and with a chanting moan you clenched down hard upon him, your arms scrambled to find something to hold onto, your nails finding closure in the soft flesh of his back.

“That’s it hen…. Oh God.” He kissed you enough to leave a bruise, his arms pulling you into him as he found his release.

Your own eyes rolled into the back of your head, feeling blissful in his arms as ropes of his cum released into your womb, marking you as his.

Almost drunkly, you rest your head against his sweaty chest, feeling the warmth of the water comfort you as you warmed his cock. Neither one of you really wanting to break away from your hold.

“I love you.”

“As I love you, sweetheart.”

It was good to have him home.

#cod #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #John MacTavish #john soap mactavish smut

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allthecanadianpolitics · 1 year

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Hello,

I just wanted to share the fact that a heritage site owned by the Province of BC is shutting down due to lack of funding and support from the government.

Point Ellice House has worked develop and support heritage work that is inclusive, diverse, and representative of communities in the past and present. They also have a kitchen garden from which they harvest hundreds of pounds of produce which is then donated to charity.

If people want to share their thoughts about this I encourage people to send a letter to the Minister of Tourism (Lana Popham) who is overseeing these sites: [email protected]

Full disclosure, I am an employee of this site and am crushed that all of my and my coworkers hard work is being swept aside. If you would like more information you can check out my tumblr @museeeuuuum (It wouldn't let me ask from that account for some reason).

More links will be available as we fulfill our numerous media requests.

Thank you!

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laresearchette · 3 months

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Wednesday, January 17, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: BLUE LIGHTS (BritBox) A SHOP FOR KILLER (Disney + Star) CHICAGO MED (City TV) 8:00pm CHICAGO FIRE (City TV) 9:00pm CHICAGO P.D. (City TV) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: TRAFFICKED: UNDERWORLDS WITH MARIANA VAN ZELLER (TBD - Nat Geo Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CBC GEM COLIN FROM ACCOUNTS (Season 1)

DISNEY + STAR AMERICA’S FUNNIEST HOME VIDEOS (Seasons 24-26) THE GHOST AND MOLLY MCGEE (Season 2) IT WAS ALWAYS ME (Siempre Fui Yo) (Season 2) A SHOP FOR KILLERS (Season 1, two-episode premiere)

NETFLIX CANADA AMERICAN NIGHTMARE END OF THE LINE (BR) FREAKS

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Habs vs. Devils

PWHL HOCKEY (TSN4) 7:00pm: Boston vs. Toronto

2024 AUSTRALIAN OPEN TENNIS (TSN/TSN3) 7:00pm: Early Round Coverage Day #5

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 7:30pm: Heat vs. Raptors (TSN5) 8:30pm: Mavericks vs. Lakers (SN Now) 9:00pm: Warriors vs. Jazz

THE OTHER SIDE (APTN) 7:30pm: The Point Ellice House witnessed a nearby bridge disaster in 1896, where 55 people fell to their deaths. Will any of those lost souls need help finding their way to the other side? During their investigation, the team uncovers a dark mystery about.

WILD CARDS (CBC) 8:00pm: A harmless porch pirate case leads Max and Ellis to stumble upon the murder of a cutthroat sports agent.

SPIRIT TALKER (APTN) 8:00pm: Shawn takes a water taxi to Opitsaht, the ancestral territory of the Tla-o-qui-aht, to connect with Tribal Parks Guardian Saya Masso and learn about the Big Sky Trail.

GHOST HUNTERS OF THE GRAND RIVER (APTN) 8:30pm: The ghost hunters explore one of the oldest and most notorious prisons in Canada, the Historic SDG Jail, a place where six executions via hanging occurred throughout its years of operation.

D.I. RAY (CBC) 9:00pm: Rachita and the team race to track down Anjuli Kapoor, making more than one grim discovery in the process; this is no honor crime.

RED EARTH UNCOVERED (APTN) 9:00pm: Doc dispatches Hayley to Medicine Hat to investigate a giant river serpent that is said to live in the South Saskatchewan River. The creature is believed to lurk in a spot on the river that never freezes due to rapid currents.

LATE BLOOMER (Crave) 9:00pm/9:30pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Following burgeoning content creator Jasmeet Dutta as he tries to balance his ambitions for success with his commitment to his family, community, and culture.

LANDS ENCHANTED (APTN) 9:30pm: Accompany Rebeka Tabobondung and Waubgeshig Rice on their journey into the spirit of Wasauksing First Nation. Together, they explore Snake Rock, a place where community members go to seek healing and guidance.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #the other side #wild cards #spirit talker #ghost hunters of the grand river #d.i. ray #red earth uncovered #late boomer #lands enchanted #nhl hockey #pwhl hockey #tennis #nba basketball

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 3 years

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Taking Chances: Chapter Sixteen.

Note: This is a Christmas themed chapter. I hope that you enjoy this.

Once again, I want to take a moment to thank @hitmeonmytspot for her help with this.

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Christmas Outfits:

Taron:

Nicola:

Mikey:

Jasmine:

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With Christmas music playing in the background and the smell of freshly made hot chocolate in the air, Nicola gracefully moved around the kitchen making Jasmine a special almost (December 23rd) Christmas breakfast. It was something that she had always wanted to enjoy with someone else and now that she had Jasmine, she vowed to herself that she was going to make this the best Christmas Jasmine would ever have and spoil her sister rotten.

Nicola had always felt guilty for celebrating Christmas when she knew full well Jasmine wasn’t getting to celebrate it as her mother didn’t believe in anything happy. This year however, was going to be the best for the both of them.

When breakfast was ready, Nicola bounded up the staircase excitedly and walked into her sister’s room to wake her up.

“Good morning sleepy head.” Nicola said before kissing the little girl’s cheek. Jasmine slightly stirred before stretching and opening her eyes, squinting at the bright light coming from the curtains.

“I made a special breakfast.” Nicola said. Jasmine climbed down from the top bunk and put her slippers and jacket on before reaching for her sister who gladly picked her up and carried her downstairs.

Jasmine gasped when she saw the food on the table waiting for them. Reindeer pancakes, Christmas themed fruit on sticks and of course hot chocolate in snowman mugs.

“What do you think?” Nicola asked. Jasmine beamed.

“I’m hungry.” Jasmine replied, making Nicola chuckle.

“I should hope so. Let’s eat and then we can set up the Christmas tree.” Nicola said as she set Jasmine down helped her get settled at the table.

They ate their food and talked about what they’d do for the rest of the day. Jasmine had suggested going Christmas light hunting as it was something she had heard at school and wanted to do. Nicola agreed and she even said that she’d buy Jasmine a treat while they went hunting.

(Reindeer Pancakes.)

(Christmas fruit on sticks.)

Hours later at Tina and Guy’s house, Mikey and Taron were visiting before they headed out to hunt for Christmas lights so that Mikey could draw the picture he insisted on making after seeing the lights.

“Can you read dis?” Mikey asked as he walked up to Guy. Guy looked at the book Mikey was holding and smiled. It was the same book he would read to Taron when he was little. ‘Under the Mistletoe’ by Lizzie Lawson and Robert Ellice Mack was definitely a story he hadn’t read in a long time but one he was happy to read now.

(This is a real book and I thought it was cute.)

Taron and Tina stopped what they were doing in the kitchen to come and join the story. Taron smiled as Guy continued to read. The images of Guy reading the book when he was small entered his mind, painting a bright smile on his lips.

Tina took a sneaky picture of her boys all on the sofa listening to every word that was on the page. It really warmed her heart to see this happening once again.

“Daddy, you read me dis please?” Mikey asked after Guy announced that he was done reading.

“Sure.” He replied. Mikey climbed off of Guy’s lap and onto Taron’s, leaning back and patting Taron’s arms while Taron looked for another story to read.

“Under the Mistletoe; what happened there? Under the mistletoe, this happened there, in the dark passage, close by the stair, under the mistletoe, this little pair were.” Taron began. Mikey pointed to the image on the page.

“What’s that?” He asked with curiosity.

“That’s mistletoe.” Taron replied. Mikey looked up at Taron.

“Why?” He asked. Taron smiled.

“Mistletoe is something that people put up at Christmas.” Taron explained but Mikey was still confused.

“Ok, keep reading.” Mikey said whilst thinking of how he could acquire some.

“But under the mistletoe, what happened there? Under the mistletoe, this little pair, met with each other; what happened there, under the mistletoe? That's their affair there.” Taron finished. Mikey yawned and sighed.

“Tired?” Mikey nodded and Taron lifted Mikey’s hands to his lips and kissed them gently.

“Let’s go home and have a nap so that we can enjoy tonight.” Taron suggested but Mikey didn’t hear it because he had already fallen asleep. Taron smiled, put the book to the side before cradling Mikey in his arms so that he could stand up. He walked into the kitchen with a heavily sleeping boy.

“Such a sweet boy. Must be exhausted from all of the excitement.” Tina said when she saw her son.

“I’m gonna head home and put him to bed but thank you for lunch. I really appreciate it.” Taron responded quietly. Tina smiled and helped them to the car. She got Mikey buckled in while Taron ran back to grab their jackets.

“I love you so much, sweet angel.” Tina whispered, placing a feather light kiss to Mikey’s forehead.

Jasmine skipped along while holding Nicola’s hand. They looked in shop windows and of course walked up and down the streets looking at the beautiful Christmas displays that people had taken the time to put up. Everything was absolute magic for Jasmine and she was really enjoying herself.

“Lina, I see Mikey.” Jasmine squealed with glee. Nicola followed Jasmine’s finger and saw Taron and Mikey stopped in front of someone’s house. They looked like they were deep in conversation and Nicola didn’t want to interrupt them.

“Why don’t we just let them be.” Nicola suggested as she and Jasmine crossed the street to go back to the car.

“But I just want to say hi.” Jasmine replied, letting go of Nicola’s hand and making a run for it. Thankfully though, Nicola caught Jasmine’s arm and picked her up.

“Don’t do that again. Had I not seen you, you could have been hit by a car.” Nicola lectured.

“Sorry.” Jasmine replied, feeling bad.

Hearing the commotion, Taron looked around and saw what looked like Nicola lecturing her sister. He pulled out his phone and sent the woman a text. Nicola looked up from her phone and looked to where she knew the Egerton men stood. Taron waved before Mikey looked over and wriggled from his father’s grasp.

“See, Mikey wants to say hi.” Jasmine sassed. Nicola picked her sister up and walked across the road again.

“Put me down.” Jasmine said when Nicola didn’t immediately set her down. Taron chuckled as did Nicola. Jasmine threw her arms around Mikey and they hugged, giggling shyly.

“Now that you’ve said hello, let’s leave Mikey and his dad to enjoy the lights.” Nicola said, making the kids faces fall sadly.

“I don’t want to.” Jasmine replied, giving her sister her best sad puppy eyes.

“Jasmine, you’ll see them tomorrow. You can manage a few hours away from Mikey.” Nicola answered. Jasmine and Mikey hugged each other again but this time it was in protest at being separated.

“You don’t have to go yet, I mean, have you had your dinner?” Taron asked, not really wanting Nicola to leave with Jasmine either.

“We have actually.” Nicola replied. Taron’s face fell as well and it was clear where Mikey got his sad eyes from.

“The three of you need to cheer up, we will see each other for Christmas tomorrow.” Nicola said as she tried to stay strong in her reply. Taron nodded, he knew that the woman was right and he got a smile on his face again and took Nicola’s side.

“She’s right. Mikey, say goodbye to Jasmine.” Taron instructed. Mikey reluctantly let go of the little girl and took hold of Taron’s hand.

“Bye Mikey.” Jasmine said as Nicola picked her back up.

“Bye.” Mikey replied as he waved goodbye, making sure to blow her a kiss as they got further away. Taron looked down at his son, shook his head and chuckled at him.

“Come on Romeo, let’s go.” Taron said as he too picked up his little one and continued walking in the direction he was before Jasmine and Nicola came over to say hi.

The next day, Jasmine was up really early and jumping on Nicola’s bed to wake her up this time. She was really excited to not only see what Santa got her for Christmas but to also see Mikey.

“Can you stop jumping on my bed?” Nicola grumbled. Jasmine giggled and ignored her sister’s request.

“If you won’t stop, no hot chocolate while watching Christmas movies before we have to get ready and go.” Nicola replied. Jasmine immediately stopped and plopped down on the bed.

“I want that.” She stated. Nicola chuckled and sat up, grabbing Jasmine and attacking her with kisses. Jasmine squealed and laughed loudly. She wriggled and writhed and hearing her laughter was music to Nicola’s ears. There was nothing more special to her than that.

Once Nicola and Jasmine had made their breakfast and hot chocolates, they settled down in front of the tv to binge watch Christmas movies before they left for Tina’s later that night.

Over at Tina and Guy’s Mikey was helping his grandmother in the kitchen while Taron did some last minute Christmas shopping.

“Can I have dis?” Mikey asked as he held the carrot top in his small fist. Tina looked up and smiled at him.

“What for?” Tina questioned, wanting to know why he’d want something like that.

“Aprise.” He simply replied. Tina smiled and went on with preparing the carrots for dinner.

A few minutes later, Tina realized that the house was a little too quiet. She had assumed that Guy had taken the kids out but that idea was short lived when she heard a swinging sound effected and a grunt coming from her grandson. She put the knife she was holding down and went to see what was going on.

(The hammer that Mikey was using.)

“Michael, what on earth are you doing?” She asked with surprise in her tone. Mikey was on his tippy toes trying to stick the carrot tops to the wall with one of Rosie’s toy hammers that of course had a swing sound effect.

“Daddy said I’m apposed to.” Mikey said, straining to reach the spot he’d chosen. Tina chuckled.

“Those are carrot tops Michael, I don’t think your daddy meant for you to put that up.” She explained and Mikey looked at her with confusion.

“No.” He said, feeling so sure that he was right. Tina figured that rather than arguing with him, she’d simply humor him and help him put the tops up.

When he was happy with where his carrot tops were hanging, he wrapped his arms around Tina’s neck and hugged her.

“Fanks.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” Tina replied before she took Mikey back into the kitchen and got him set up at the counter to colour while she finished the food preparations.

(Incase you have no idea what I mean by saying Carrot tops.)

Looking at the time and seeing that they were a little bit behind schedule, Nicola called up to Jasmine.

“Jasmine, we’re going to be late.” She said.

“I can’t find my card for Mikey.” Jasmine shouted back. Nicola rolled her eyes.

“Jasmine I told you that it’s down here.” Nicola answered. Jasmine giggled to herself and speedily met her sister at the door.

Both women got into the car and they made it to Tian and Guy’s in the nick of time. Nicola helped her sister out of the car and when they had everything that they needed, they walked to the front door. Jasmine knocked and looked up at her sister.

“You look like a princess.” The little girl said, making Nicola smile.

“I may look like a princess but you are the real beauty, not me.” Nicola replied. Jasmine took hold of Nicola’s arm and hugged it.

“Love oo.” She said. Nicola looked down at her and winked.

“I love you too.” She responded just before Tina opened the door. Of course Mikey being excited, pushed past her and nearly knocked Jasmine over with the force of his arms around her.

“Michael, be careful. Let them come inside.” Tina warned. Nicola and Jasmine walked in and their jaws dropped at how beautiful everything looked. It was the first time that either of them had seen something this decorated.

The warmly lit fireplace crackled and popped while the Christmas tree in the corner of the room shone with incandescent beauty. Gifts of various sizes sat under the tree, decorations of Christmases past had been placed around the house and the smell of a home cooked meal wafted through the house, enveloping it’s inhabitants in the magic of Christmas.

“Let me take your coats and then we can go through.” Tina said as she hung up the coats.

“Tum on.” Mikey said as he and Jasmine ran into the kitchen.

“Jasmine, don’t run.” Nicola said, not wanting her sister to accidently knock anything over because most of the decor looked as though they had been handmade.

“It’s fine honey, they're just excited.” Tina replied, leading Nicola to the kitchen where Taron, Dave, Jennifer and Guy were standing to keep and eye on the kids that were playing race cars on the ground.

“My, Nicola. You look stunning.” Jennifer said when she saw the young woman. Taron looked over and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her.

The red plaid dress hugged her in all the right places. Her hair was up on one side with simple yet pretty twists, allowing the rest of her curls to flow freely. Her eyes were dusted in a beautiful yet subtle gold shimmer and don’t get him started on how her lips looked. Every inch of her made his stomach flip and erupt in flutters.

(Nicola’s hairstyle. I personally am in love with it.)

“Earth to Taron.” Tina said, waving her hand in front of his face. Taron looked at his mum sheepishly.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” He asked after clearing his throat.

“I said that tea’s on and then Mikey asked if you could sit next to him and Jasmine.” Tina explained with amusement. Taron nodded and walked out of the kitchen and to where the kids were already sitting down.

“Hi daddy.” Mikey greeted.

“Hi bud.” Taron replied as he sat down.

Soon enough, everyone gathered at the table and started visiting with each other. Though it was obvious to both Jennifer and Tina that Taron was conflicted and having an inner battle within himself. Jennifer made a mental note to talk to Taron when they had a minute to themselves.

“Fanks, I love dem.” Mikey said, giving Nicola a hug in thanks for his Christmas present. Taron picked up the little Mickey Mouse trainers and examined them with a small smile on his lips. He knew that they were a little on the pricey side because when he was shopping for Mikey, who’d get his gifts from him later, he saw the price.

(The shoes that Nicola bought for Mikey.)

“You’re welcome Mikey.” Nicola said as they broke the hug. Taron placed the shoes down and handed Jasmine a present.

Jasmine looked at him with shock. She didn’t think she’d get a gift especially since she had never had a Christmas before. She looked as though she wanted to cry.

“Open it.” Mikey said as he looked up from the toy he and his aunts were playing with.

“Oi you, don’t be bossy.” Taron warned, giving his son a stern look. Mikey giggled and waited for his friend to open her gift. Jasmine took her time unwrapping everything and by the time everything was revealed, Jasmine burst into tears.

(This is what Taron buys for Jasmine. She cries because not only has she always wanted a tea party set, she cries because this is the first Christmas she had gotten from someone else.)

“Oh honey, don’t you like it?” Jennifer asked, feeling concerned for the little girl. Jasmine rubbed her eyes and moved over to her sister who embraced her tightly, letting her know that it was ok. Tina immediately got up and filled a cup with water and grabbed a couple tissues for Jasmine.

“Here you go.” She said as she handed the items over. Tina knew what it was like to have everyone staring at you while you cried.

“Thank you so much Tina.” Nicola said quietly.

After a few minutes, Jasmine looked up and wiped at her eyes.

“You ok bug?” Nicola asked softly. Jasmine nodded and took the cup from her sister.

When she felt better, Jasmine went back to looking at her gift before looking up at Taron. He smiled at her, making her smile back at him.

“I love it.” Jasmine said.

It didn’t take long until the kids had had enough and ran off to go and play with the other toys and that gave Jennifer the chance to ask Nicola if Jasmine was ok. Nicola assured the woman that everything was ok.

The rest of the night went swimmingly. The kids all squealed and jumped up and down when they got a gift they’d wanted and of course the adults watched on with happiness and snapped as many pictures as they could.

When it came time for the night to end, Mikey unknowingly stood under the carrot tops that he and Tina hung up in the doorway earlier that afternoon.

“Well would you look at that, you two are under the Mistletoe.” Nicola teased her sister and her friend. She also knew that they were standing under the end of a vegetable.

Mikey and Jasmine looked up and then looked at Nicola, wanting to know what that meant.

“Mikey, you know that you have to kiss her.” Taron said, catching onto what the woman beside him was trying to do.

“Ewwwwwwww.” The kids hollered, pulling their best disgusted expressions. Taron and Nicola laughed.

“Why don’t you show them what to do.” Guy teased, not thinking that the younger adults would take his word for it.

“Take note Mikey, you’ll have to do this when you are old like your father.” Guy continued to tease.

Nicola and Taron moved to stand under it and even though Taron knew it wasn’t the real deal, his heart rate picked up and he felt himself growing nervous.

“First you take her hands in yours like this.” Taron started, taking hold of Nicola’s hands. “Then you lean in and kiss her like this.” Taron finished, leaning in to kiss Nicola but stopped just before going further for fear of ruining things. Though, he really really wanted to kiss her and wanted to kick himself for not following through with the kiss.

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coldalbion · 5 years

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I’ve reblogged this classic Ramsey Dukes essay before. It’s an important one, not just if you’re a pagan/polytheist/magical type, but also for understanding the idea that perception is more than 9 tenths of the law. Suspend your disbelief, read the whole thing at the link, and maybe, just maybe understand why so-called “Tricksters” are often important cultural figures.

“As a schoolboy I discovered Hodson's lovely book on The Kingdom of the Gods. Enjoying the luscious pictures of tree spirits and landscape gods, I wanted to share the fun, but never managed to see them. Through the sixties I sometimes experimented with various techniques for increasing sensitivity and developing auric vision, but with no notable success. I suppose I was always more or less consciously haunted by the danger of self deception: at what point do you begin to kid yourself, become uncritical? I was fleeing from the charlatan.

A Tree Nature Spirit as depicted in Hodson's 'The Kingdom of the Gods'.Around 1981 I rediscovered the book and, being in a desperate frame of mind, tried again. But, as with someone who has attained Zen, a tree remained obstinately a tree, however I squinted at it. Then one day I stood by my favourite hawthorn and thought as follows: "What a pity I cannot see trees' auras. If I could, I wonder what sort of aura this one would have? Hmm. I feel it ought to be a fairly vivid red, from crimson to scarlet, but shot through with a network of gold strands. Yes, that would suit it. Then what about that tree over there? Oh no, definitely yellowy green in wispy hanging folds."What was I doing? I was seeing auras, but not REALLY seeing them, only imagining them in the sort of way you might imagine how a bare room of a new house might look when it is furnished, how it would look after being decorated. How odd to think that this sort of pseudo-seeing was just the sort of deception that I had so long steered clear of, in my early attempts to REALLY see REAL auras. And yet an interior designer's whole income depends upon these 'unreal' imagined images. Just as the writers of those fake psychic books were people whose livelihood depended upon what they were doing: desperados more akin to Rico the Razor than to Professor Wiesenstein My new-found game flourished: every tree has a different aura, yet similar species have similar styles. I have resisted the temptation to try to test this discovery, to try to prove that I am not just responding to visual clues as to the type of tree, because it is a growing and delightful diversion. I no more want to dissect it than I want to dissect a pet kitten. I want to enjoy it. If another person describes the aura differently, it would not bother me, because I find this type of perception is more akin to the perception of character than of outer form. In the sense that two people might begin by describing a third person's personality in totally differing terms; yet when they collaborate they arrive at some sort of common description.tricksterIf you can catch the spirit of this approach, you will catch another glimpse of that charlatan. The approach is blatantly unscrupulous and amoral, the very stuff of deception, yet it is also paradoxically down to earth and elementary: you just do it, you don't stop to theorise about WHAT you are doing. Just like the trickster whose every action is suspect, but who so clearly knows his way around, and makes a living where others simply panic.I cannot claim that the gift has any practical use, but it was very refreshing to note how quickly it developed once I had got over the initial hurdle of accepting it on its own terms. ?This essay is developing a wave formation: a series of forward steps, between which I rush back to defend the rear. Here goes again. I will describe another of the forces that deflect one's mind in the vicinity of a black hole.You may have labelled me as an anti-rationalist. Labelling is another technique for handling the unfamiliar. It does not depend upon dismantling and rebuilding the unfamiliar, in the way of rationalisation, nor does it just allow it to slip away, like ignoring. It is more akin to casting a net to catch the unfamiliar, then leaving it hanging in the net on some corner of your structure. Unlike rationalisation, this does not destroy the original object; unlike ignoring it does not let it go free. It hangs suspended in its net and is no part of your structure, and it is left, because it is no longer a threat.So to label this essay as anti-rationalist, is to once more be deflected from the central mystery. I must cut myself out of this net.Far from being anti-rationalist, I sometimes feel that I am the one person left on earth who knows the real value of reason, of science, of the academic approach. It is a wonderful Sword of Banishment, yet so many seem to confuse it with a Cup of Plenty!The essential value of reason, or the scientific approach, is that it stops things happening. This is an utterly vital function in a world where most people would agree that too much is happening too fast. The remedy lies right under our noses, yet we create the problem by asking science to do the one thing it has never been able to do, that is to make things happen. As a result a million charlatans have stepped into science's shoes and we never give them their due. As was argued in Thundersqueak, it is ludicrous to describe the aeroplane as a wonder of science. The Wright brothers were not scientists, they were bicycle makers. On the day of their historic first flight they invited the American Scientific establishment to attend, and the Establishment quite rightly refused to waste time with cranks who were attempting the blatantly impossible. As a consequence, the plane flew. If only scientists had left Uri Geller alone.As someone who has worked in the aircraft industry, I can assure you that a plane flies despite science, not because of it. Yet I am not belittling science, merely seeing its true contribution. To be utterly precise, it is magic that makes the plane fly, and what science does is to STOP IT FROM CRASHING. Indeed the nearest approach made by strict scientific rigour into the "real" world, is via the safety industry.As reason is the great destroyer - in order to pull you clear of that dreaded Good-Bad whirlpool I will rephrase that remark - as reason is the excellent and much needed destroyer, we should direct it with the care it deserves.safaris What a pity that man's hunting instincts are driving impressive and exciting creatures like tigers into oblivion. If only the big-game hunters could redirect their urges into hair-raising safaris across the London skyline, in pursuit of starlings and pigeons. Then we would not only be able to keep our tigers; we could also suffer less bird shit.And what a pity that the scientist insists on chasing the paranormal to its doom, and the historian cannot redirect the urge to shatter myths. They do it too well. Our very own Ellic Howe has delighted us with his skill in stalking the OTO, to the point where there was only one place of safety left for it - namely non-existence.Such skills must not be wasted, for there is real work for the sword in this world. Several billion pounds are being spent on a cruise missile deterrent, might not some of that money go towards an undercover operation with the collaboration of the secret service? I suggest taking the psychologists out of the parascience field and dropping them behind the Iron Curtain in order to discover the value of Cruise. How deterred by it does your typical Russian military officer feel? Knowing how emotional Russians can be, I want figures of how many soldiers burst into tears, how many resigned from the army, how many committed suicide when Cruise was announced. There is much to do, for I also want some accurate quantitative index of deterrence: I want to know the exact deterrent-value of every million pounds spent. I want to know which is the greater deterrent to world war three: a multi-billion pound satellite warfare program, or a late, wet and rather cold spring in Moscow.

And Ellic, your talents are being wasted on an endangered species. The world is crying out for skills like yours, and a far greater challenge awaits you. Instead of chasing the OTO into oblivion, how about directing your attention towards the communist conspiracy within the Labour Party, or the National Front conspiracy behind the Tories? Or why not go for the Big One, and prove once and for all that the CIA is a myth? And please, can I have my OTO back? It was fun.I would like to be seen as reason's champion, not its detractor. Am I yet free of that net?I did warn that, in order to write about the Trickster, it might be necessary to assume his mantle: now the time has come to pack up my box of tricks. That would usually signify that a hasty retreat was in the offing: for when people return to reality at the end of his illusions, an angry reaction is liable to set in. But in this case it is the nature of illusion itself that is being studied, so I'll stick around.The trick that has been played on you is the old trick of presenting a world in black and white: the white light of Truth, of Good, of Hygiene, against the blackness of Illusion, of Bad, and of Fertility. The subject was far too tricky to be tackled without such a trick. But now we awake from the dream, this essay's wave-form accelerates to a frenzied rippling of light and dark, and all outlines are lost until they re-form in the world's true colours. What might almost have seemed clear at times, now passes through chaos.”

#ramsey dukes #the charlatan and magus #the old man

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findsunbiz · 2 years

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Kiribati, officially Republic of Kiribati, island country in the central Pacific Ocean. The 33 islands of Kiribati, of which only 20 are inhabited, are scattered over a vast area of ocean. Kiribati extends 1,800 miles (2,900 km) eastward from the 16 Gilbert Islands, where the population is concentrated, to the Line Islands, of which 3 are inhabited. In between lie the islands of the Phoenix group, which have no permanent population. Total land area is 313 square miles (811 square km).

The capital and government centres are at Ambo, Bairiki, and Betio, all islets of South Tarawa in the northern Gilberts. Kiribati and Tuvalu were formerly joined as the Gilbert and Ellice Islands Colony. The name Kiribati is the local rendition of Gilberts in the Gilbertese, or I-Kiribati, language, which has 13 sounds; ti is pronounced /s/ or like the word see—thus Kiribati, pronounced “Ki-ri-bas.”

A few of the islands are compact with fringing reefs, but most are atolls. The largest atoll (and one of the largest in the world) is Kiritimati (Christmas) Atoll in the Line group, which has a land area of 150 square miles (388 square km) and accounts for almost half of the country’s total area. Kiritimati was used for U.S. and British nuclear weapons testing in the 1960s; it now has a large coconut plantation and fish farms as well as several satellite telemetry stations. Banaba reaches 285 feet (87 metres) above sea level, the highest point in Kiribati. Its rich layer of phosphate was exhausted by mining from 1900 to 1979, and it is now sparsely inhabited. The rest of the atolls rise no higher than some 26 feet (8 metres), making them vulnerable to changes in ocean surface levels. By 1999 two unpopulated islets had been covered by the sea; the threat of rising sea levels, a theoretical result of global warming, would be disastrous for the islands of Kiribati. Average precipitation in the Gilbert group ranges from 120 inches (3,000 mm) in the north to 40 inches (1,000 mm) in the south, though all of the islands experience periodic droughts. Most rain falls in the season of westerly winds, from November through March; from April to October, northeast trade winds prevail.

Coconut palms dominate the landscape on each island. Together with the products of the reef and the ocean, coconuts are the major contributors to village diet—not only the nuts themselves but also the sap. The gathered sap, or toddy, is used in cooking and as a sweet beverage; fermented, it becomes an intoxicating drink. Breadfruit and pandanus also are grown. Cyrtosperma chamissonis, a coarse tarolike plant, can be cultivated in pits, but plants such as taro, bananas, and sweet potatoes are scarce. Pigs and chickens are raised.

The people are Micronesian, and the vast majority speak Gilbertese (or I-Kiribati). English, which is the official language, is also widely spoken, especially on Tarawa. More than half of the population is Roman Catholic, and most of the rest is Kiribati Protestant (Congregational). There are small minorities of Mormon and Bahāʾī followers.

For many years the population of most islands has remained fairly static because of migration to the rapidly growing urban centres of South Tarawa, where more than two-fifths of the population lives. South Tarawa, including Betio, the port and commercial centre of Tarawa, has an extremely high population density. Most people live in single-story accommodations. The rural population of Kiribati lives in villages dominated by Western-style churches and large open-sided thatched meetinghouses. Houses of Western-style construction are seen on outer islands and are common on Tarawa.

Until 1979, when Banaba’s deposit of phosphate rock was exhausted, Kiribati’s economy depended heavily on the export of that mineral. Before the cessation of mining, a large reserve fund was accumulated; the interest now contributes to government revenue. Other revenue earners are copra, mostly produced in the village economy, and license fees from foreign fishing fleets, including a special tuna-fishing agreement with the European Union. Commercial seaweed farming has become an important economic activity.

An Exclusive Economic Zone of 1,350,000 square miles (3,500,000 square km) is claimed. A small manufacturing sector produces clothing, furniture, and beverages for domestic consumption and sea salt for export. The country’s proximity to the Equator makes it a desirable location for satellite telemetry and spacecraft-launching facilities; several national and transnational space authorities have built or have proposed building facilities on the islands or in surrounding waters. Such projects bring capital, additional employment, and infrastructure improvements, but Kiribati continues to depend on foreign aid for most capital and development expenditure. Food accounts for about one-third of all imports, most of which come from Australia, Japan, and Singapore; Japan and Thailand are the major export destinations. Although South Tarawa has an extensive wage economy, most of the people living on outer islands are subsistence farmers with small incomes from copra, fishing, or handicrafts. These are supplemented by remittances from relatives working elsewhere. Interisland shipping is provided by the government, and most islands are linked by a domestic air service. Tarawa and Kiritimati have major airports.

Finally, I will leave a link which includes all companies and enterprises in Kiribati, for those who want to research and discover more about this country. Thanks for reading.

All businesses address in Kiribati: https://findsun.net/KI

#business #kiribati

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amurphyao · 4 years

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dominiquerealtor · 4 years

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A very interesting exhibit scheduled today at Point Ellice House Museum & Gardens @PointElliceHouse featuring SPRINGS and SCAVENGERS. Images, stories, and artifacts-including a spectacular collection of chamber pots that brings us back to the struggle that early Victoria had in keeping up with the water and waste management.⠀ ⠀ Check this link:⠀ https://buff.ly/2Fi62KB⠀ -⠀ -⠀ Hit the follow button for more updates on upcoming events in Victoria BC.⠀ Share any events in your area here.⠀ Don't miss any post, turn post notification on!⠀ Or you can DM me directly. Have a great day!⠀ -⠀ -⠀ -⠀ -⠀ -⠀ #yyjevents #thingstosee #yyjadventure #travel #travelholic #travelling #travelmore #travellover #victoriabc #victoriawestbc #oakbaybc #viewroyalbc #saanicheastbc #saanichwestbc #saanichbc #sookebc #langfordbc #esquimaltbc #vicwestbc #metchosinbc #highlandsbc #colwoodbc #northsaanichbc #sidneybc #centralsaanichbc #vancouverbc #vancouverislandbc #top #yyj #dominiquerealtor — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2Y6j0BN

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museeeuuuum · 1 year

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Point Ellice House is closed.

We were informed by the Province of BC that they could not provide sustainable funding for us (though they announced just a few weeks ago that they had a 5 BILLION dollar surplus). I am angry. It feels very much like I am watching all of the work I have done over the last 3 and a half years crumble in front of me. All of the tedious care that I have given to the collection, to making the history of Victoria accessible, to sharing the stories of this place with others.

It feels like it was for nothing.

A lot of people are asking me what will happen to the site. I don't know. The province doesnt know either. They could put the site out for tender again, asking if any society will want to run this place. How anyone is supposed to run 2 acres of heritage gardens, a collection of 16, 0000 objects, and a 160 year old house on $80,000 is a fucking mystery to me. They could sell off the items in the collection, bulldoze it and throw in a parking lot for all I know.

You want to chat about erasing history? This is it folks. It’s the death by a thousand cuts where these places that have important stories to tell are shuttering their doors and laying off the staff who do the work. This isn't the end of the closures. Barkerville is likely the next site to go.

If you want to help, please consider sending a letter to Minister Lana Popham. She is the minister of tourism who directly oversees our site. Her email is: [email protected].

I will be sending her a letter expressing my anger and disappointment.

When I started at PEH, we followed our to develop and support heritage work that is inclusive, diverse, and representative of communities in the past and present. For what it is worth, I am proud of the work I did while I was here. I just wish it could have continued.

#history #museum #point ellice house #canadian politics #canadian history #victoria bc

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punkasjunk · 4 years

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Point Ellice House returns with story of waste and water

The company predated the municipal water system. He said that with the region's new sewage-treatment plant being built, the exhibit seems timely. from Google Alert - sewage system https://www.google.com/url?rct=j&sa=t&url=https://www.timescolonist.com/news/local/point-ellice-house-returns-with-story-of-waste-and-water-1.24164985&ct=ga&cd=CAIyGjBmYTExMmY5ODc5OTYxMmI6Y29tOmVuOlVT&usg=AFQjCNGBcnfFebwsRJEpHi6qNTJh5tz3mg

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cciportfolio · 4 years

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Project Management- creative with Russell

THE CLIENT:

The kingston University student union.

THE BRIEF:

1. Design a pop up store that will be student-led for KSA students to sell their work/products in.

2. brand it! the client ( the student union) does not want to use Kingston Univeristy branding.

3.Plan a launch and activation for the store.

INITIAL IDEAS:

When first presented with the brief, Myself Ellie and Ellice formed a group and started to think of concpets for the shop that would make it multi- functionaly aswell as sustainable.

We also wanted to include a product display system that could be interchangeable and therefore products will have the ability to be shifted in and out easily as their will be a higher demand for some products over others.

Our initial concept was for a store titled ‘rotation’ which i have begun to illustrate below. The idea came to us when we began to think about how diverse the products were that the student union would be recieving and how we then could swap items in and out.

i thought about way finding in the shop and how to approach this in a way that would not be too overpowering in the shops design. Iniitally, we thought about using bright vinyls on the floors to separate some sections from others and also to lead customers around the shop...

Later on we decided against. this as we found alternative ways to achieve the same effect without having to use a line for division. ( see below) We all agreed that a nice way to do this may to be have an accent colour to highlight particular portions of the room.

We were also asked to consider the fact that we would have to design the shop for three different size units as Claire was still looking at units.

We then thought about all the element that we discussed and broke them down into what the necessities of the design is so that we done loose those bits if the scale of the shop was significantly smaller.

We put together this mood board to illustrate the mood and atmostphere that we wanted the shop to have (see below).

At this point in the project, after the first class crit, i felt that our ideas needed pushing further as i didnt feel as satified with our ideas as Ellie and Ellice. i felt that there was something missing, We didnt yet have anyrthing unique obout our shop that we could use to draw customers in.

Therefore, following this, we all went off and did some more primary and secondary research to try to think about what we could br inspired by to develop our idea.

Myself and Ellie did another trip around kingsto town centre to see what kind of stores there were to try to understand what kind of customers we were going to have. I noticed that the demographic that the stores were targetting were mainly families and the middle class (similarly to that Richmond). Which made me think about families and the home in general. I thought about the products that we were going to be selling and how we could appeal to this type of audience by suggesting that they could buy something from the student union store and it would fit perfectly in their home. I then thought about using a home interior for the shop and displaying the products as if they are already in a model home.(similarly to that of ikea)

(insert mood board)

I then showed my findings to Ellie and Ellice and they agreed that this could be a route towards fixing our problem.Ellie and i worked on the idea some more and began putting together a floor plan for the shop using the hmv unit in the Bentall centre as its home.

We thought about window space and how we could include the idea of a garden coffee shop to entice customers to come in. We then thought about how we could use the layout of the shop as a way to get people to walk through the interity of the shop and therefore to see all the products before exiting but also presenting them with the option to go straight to the garden space.

Ellie then created these inital mood boards to develop the idea further which ellice then developed by creating our first illustration for the garden to bring the idea to life abit more.

This visual was developed more as we worked on the details for each room.

i came up with the idea to create a booklet to house all of our visual work for the project as we had so much at this point. So therefore, i began to research magazine layouts and designs to see what we could accomplish during the time frame given. (there is a screen recorded video on another blog post of our joint pinterest page showing more images that we were inspired by)

(insert mood board)

I also went to the libary to see what magazines they had so that i could develop a tone of voice for the magazine. i wanted the text to be informative (as it was going to be submitted as an aid for the student union ot understand our design choices|) but also informal enough to feel like a catalouge which is what i was going for .

i also looked for the perfect quote for each room to further reiterate the mood and atmostphere that we was going for in that particular space.

i wanted the design of the booklet to lightly mimick the design of the shop so that the whole project handed over could be cohesive. As a group we devided up the jobs and the PID documents and checked in with each other each week to ask and awnser questions if we had any. We also decided on accent colours for each room which changed multiple times. We then corresponded our tagging system with the colour of the rooms which would help with product organistation.

From this point onwards, Ellice was working on the illustrations, logo design and posters.

Ellie worked on the mood boards, product organisation and product display and i worked on the design of the booklet and presentation which we made a script for and ellice delivered. A big part of the creation of the presentation was developing the personality of the brand and trying to bring to life its values and then in turn marrying this with the visuals which ellice and eliie were making.

Although, at first we thought that we divided up the work equally, we later came to realise that Ellice had taken on too much so i did the illustration for the bathroom following the same style that she had been using and i worked on the launch idea.

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