#⧗ ﹝ blendin: aesthetics ﹞

[zoroyluxurychocolate]

From Mithai to Cocoa: Embracing Modernity in Raksha Bandhan Celebrations from Zoroy Rakhi with Chocolates

Raksha Bandhan, a festival that has been celebrated in India for centuries, holds a special place in the hearts of siblings. It's a time when brothers and sisters come together to honour their bond, exchange heartfelt sentiments, and indulge in traditional sweets.

However, in recent years, there has been a noticeable shift in the way Raksha Bandhan is celebrated. While the sentiment remains unchanged, the choice of gifts has evolved to reflect changing tastes and preferences. Among these evolving gifting trends, the emergence of Zoroy Raksha Bandhan chocolate hampers such as the Rakhi with chocolates stand out as a delightful and modern twist.

The Traditional Sweet Connection

Sweets have always been an integral part of Raksha Bandhan celebrations. The exchange of traditional Indian mithai symbolizes the sweetness of the sibling relationship. From ladoos and barfis to rasgullas and gulab jamuns, these sweets have been a cherished offering between brothers and sisters. However, as lifestyles change and palates diversify, the preference for sweets is not as universal as it once was.

Enter Zoroy Chocolate Hampers: A Contemporary Delight

The rise of chocolate hampers as a popular Raksha Bandhan gift signifies a broader shift in tastes. While traditional Indian sweets hold sentimental value, when you buy online Rakhi with chocolates, it offers a versatile and universally appealing alternative. The rich and varied flavours, coupled with attractive packaging, make Zoroy chocolate hampers an enticing option for modern celebrations.

Changing Palates and Global Influences

Changing tastes can be attributed to various factors, including exposure to global cuisines, health-conscious lifestyles, and a desire for novelty. As the world becomes more interconnected, individuals are exploring and embracing different culinary experiences. This openness to diverse flavours has contributed to the popularity of chocolate hampers such as the Zoroy Rakhi with chocolates, which offer a wide spectrum of tastes to choose from.

The Art of Gifting: Personalization and Presentation

What sets chocolate hampers from Zoroy apart is their flexibility in customization. From dark to milk chocolate, nuts to fruits, and even sugar-free options, these hampers cater to a range of preferences. The ability to curate a unique assortment of chocolates adds a personal touch to the gift, reflecting the giver's thoughtfulness and consideration.

Moreover, the presentation of chocolate hampers is an art in itself. Elaborate packaging, elegant boxes, and artistic arrangements elevate the gifting experience. The aesthetics of these hampers convey a sense of luxury and care, enhancing the overall emotional impact of the gift.

Celebrating Modern Sibling Relationships

The embrace of Zoroy chocolate hampers in Raksha Bandhan celebrations is indicative of the evolving dynamics of sibling relationships. Today's siblings share not only blood but also shared experiences, interests, and a mutual understanding of each other's preferences. Chocolate hampers provide a contemporary medium through which these bonds are celebrated, allowing for a more personalized and relevant gifting experience.

The Sweetness of Tradition with a Contemporary Twist

While the choice of gifts may be evolving, the essence of Raksha Bandhan remains unchanged. It's a day to honour the unique and unbreakable bond between brothers and sisters. Whether through traditional sweets or when you buy online Rakhi with chocolates, the sentiment of love, protection, and affection remains intact.

A Gesture of Love and Thoughtfulness

The shift towards chocolate hampers isn't a rejection of tradition, rather, it's an adaptation that honours both the past and the present. The act of gifting is a gesture of love, care, and thoughtfulness, regardless of the choice of gift. By embracing chocolate hampers, individuals are blending the timeless value of Raksha Bandhan with the evolving tastes of contemporary life.

Redefining Tradition: Buy Online Rakhi with Chocolates Chocolate and Embrace the New Face of Raksha Bandhan Gifts

As Raksha Bandhan continues to be celebrated with enthusiasm and emotion, the introduction of Zoroy chocolate hampers is a reflection of changing times and evolving preferences. While traditional Indian sweets hold a special place, you can buy online Rakhi with chocolates which offer a new way to express love and affection. This modern twist enriches the festival, ensuring that Raksha Bandhan remains a cherished tradition that resonates with siblings across generations.

[purrfectstrangers]

Dave let out an almost comical grunt as he was crushed to the ground by more cat girl than he'd gotten used to these last few years. His head actually traveled with her, wedged between her breasts until his weight overpowered the friction of his noggin planted so firmly in her chest. When he flopped back to the ground, his glasses were crooked, but his expression was implacable as ever. He was, however, sporting a very obvious blush across his pale face. When she checked on him, he simply nodded and gave her a thumbs up, not trusting his own voice not to betray his aloof aesthetic at the moment.

Nepeta looked down at her shirt as if only now registering the difference. In reality, she just hadn't thought about it in a long time. "Oh! You remember those t-shirts they used to sell at the Condesce's theme park? 'I almost got culled on the Blendinator, and all i got was this stupid t-shirt?' This is basically one of those, but for actually dying." she said, nodding like that made any sense at all. She went to help Dave, but he fast forwarded to being on his feet to look cool. "Dave and I basically were part of a game, which is how we met. It's complicated, but imagine if that FLARPing craze was actually training for something."

Nepeta tapped her chin, wondering if she was making any sense. Of course, she very likely wasn't, but it would take so long to explain in full. Instead, she floated back toward what appeared to be a hole in a craggy mountain. Inside, it was a sturdy looking door, and she opened it to reveal a fully furnished home rather than just a cave. All the counters and ta les were carved from the stone and polished to a perfect sheen, and the floor was carpeted with furs.

"Here we are~ I know it's not too much, but it's home~" Nepeta said, floating from the entryway to the living room to gesture at the couch, which may be more like an easy chair to herhuge alternate self.

Nep had at least three iterations of Dave helping her move the transpurrtalizer (as it was proudly dubbed in olive sharpie) out to the field. Thanks to its internal power source, there was no need for wires or generators, just the numbers she was given. Nepeta punched them in dutifully, and once everything was set up, she sent a text to her new friendly alt, informing her of the impending warp. After an affirmative came through, Nep would hit the button, sucking her alt from that separate universe, right to Earth C in the blink of an eye. She'd land in an ipen savanna with warm sun and tall amber grass all around, save the cave in the nearby mountainside...

(@purrfectstrangers )

Nepeta closed her eyes and got herself ready as she was pulled through realities on the transpurrtaliser. A flash came across her vision as everything went black for a brief second, before returning. Nepeta stumbled forwards, almost falling off the platform as she reorientated herself, looking around. ":33< Its... bright." she muttered to herself, before turning towards her smaller self. ":33< heya! You really are a bit shorter..." she said, before approaching the cat with a grin on her face. ":33< its good to meet you!"

[iinvane]

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verse info is under the cut btw

⧗ it's the hard knock life for us. || ﹝ blendin ﹞ ⧗ but it was all a mistake! || ﹝ v.1 ﹞ ⧗ i'll go back in time and make sure your parents never meet! || ﹝ v.2 ﹞ ⧗ i got my job back! i feel like hugging somebody! || ﹝ v.3 ﹞ ⧗ the train might have gone off the rails! || ﹝ v.4 ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: musings ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: visage ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: aesthetics ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: headcanons ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: about ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: interactions ﹞

misc info:

v1 is set after events of Weirdmageddon; Blendin’ is on the run from the Time Police. This is BEFORE he gets stranded.

v2 is set after the events of the Time Traveler’s Pig; takes place when he is hostile towards the twins, cleaning up the anomalies before eventually getting incarcerated.

v3 is set after the events of Blendin’s game; he’s on good terms with the kids and has his job back. WOOT!

v4 is set when he was stranded in the Wild West in 1883. He got a job as a pocket watch repairman, and well... apparently contracted a rush era disease. Nostalgia though, right?

[kittyboones]

Gravity Falls Self-Insert

The following bio sheet was created by me! More information will be added along the way, so prepare to possibly see this finished in the future.

“There it is, The Mystery Shack.. or well, Mystery hack.”

Basic Information:

Full name: Sagitarrius Pines Nickname(s): Sage, Archer,  Age: 15 Birthday: 12th of January 1996 Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Species: Human Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Sexual Orientation: Panromantic bisexual

“That’s Robbie Valentino, Wendy’s boyfriend or something.”

Appearance:

Body: She is fairly tall for her age, although a bit shorter than Robbie. Gender determined Features: Sage’s got a fairly common cup size and she doesn’t have wide tighs. Hair: Her hair is a shade of Cayenne  Eyes: Sage’s eyes are kind of hefty and her irises are a dark slate grey Face: Her face is shaped fine(as in “small and delicate” fine) and she is considered to be good-looking by some. Distinguishing Features:  Typical Outfits: 

“Well, I don’t know! Maybe it could be because everyone seems to favour Wendy over me! Even you guys, my own siblings!”

Personality:

Positive Traits: Humble, fair, innovative, generous, fawning, alert of her surroundings and environment, patient Neutral Traits: Emotional, maternal, confidential, childish, ambitious Negative Traits: Anxious, indecisive, messy, oblivious to people’s feelings(except for Dipper and Mabel), paranoid

“If you ask me, deciding not to kill some multibear because some manotaur tells you to and standing up to said manotaur is pretty brave and manly of you, Dip.”

Backstory:

Adolescence:  Teenage Years:  Adult Years:  Elderly Years: 

“”

Personal Life:

Living Arrangments: She lives in Piedmont, California, but pretty much lives with Stan at this point Hometown: Piedmont, California, USA. Form Of Education: Public school, Eggbert Elementary Occupation: High school student, part-time waitress at Greasy’s Diner, employee at Mystery Shack Dream Job: Author or designer

“Wait… YOU LIKE WENDY? Not you too!”

Relationships:

Family: Mrs. & Mr Pines(parents), Mabel Pines(younger sister), Dipper Pines (younger brother), Shermie Pines (grandfather), Filbrick Pines (great-grandfather), Caryn Pines (great-grandmother), Stan Pines (great-uncle), Marilyn Pines (great-aunt), Ford Pines(great-uncle). Best Friends: Wendy Corduroy(one-sided rivalry to close friends/lovers), Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Robbie Valentino(minor enemies to close friends), Lee, Leon Thompson Friends: Tambry, Nate, Candy Chiu, Grenda, Gideon Gleeful, Pacifica Northwest, Melody, Quentin Trembley, Acquaintances: Sheriff Blubs, Deputy Durland, McGucket, Abuelita, Toby Determined, Blendin Blandin Rivals: Wendy Corduroy(former) Enemies: Bill Cipher, Robbie Valentino(former), Gideon Gleeful(former), Pacifica Northwest(former),  Love Interest: Robbie Valentino (minor enemies to lovers)

“I’m kind of terrified to ask about what happened, so I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

Fandom Related:

First Supernatural Experience: Wax figures / “Headhunters” Zodiac: Bow & Arrow (it is an original zodiac, it is not canon so do not worry i am not replacing one of the other characters) Favorite Creature: The Plaidypus & Rumble McSkirmish Least Favorite Creature: .GIFany, Shape Shifter, & Summerween Trickster Favorite Experience: Double Dipper, as it was possibly the least threatening situation Least Favorite Experience: Summerween & Fight Fighters, as both Robbie AND Dipper got hurt

“Robbie, heey! How are you doing.. dude? ..No answer, that’s totally cool.”

Favorites:

Favorite Animal(s): Favorite Food: Favorite Drink(s): Favorite Place(s): Favorite People: Least Favorite Animal(s) Least Favorite Food: Least Favorite Drink(s): Least Favorite Place(s): Least Favorite People:

“If I gotta be totally honest, those wax figures were kind of making a good point… If I was kept in a room for years and forgotten about, I would most likely kill the same dude who put me in that room. Sure the point might not have been ethcially right, but it did kind of make sense.”

Misc:

Aesthetic: 

Songs: Don’t Say You Love Me, DONTTRUSTME, Ain’t It Fun Skills: Art, designing, caretaking, singing, knitting, baking, sewing Habits: chewing on her hair,  Dominant Hand:  Fear:  Phobia: water, 

“I never remember anyone asking what your band is called, Robbie.”

[thegraftedbranch]

Gravity Falls’ Rewatch Value.

If you’re reading this, it’s already too late. ‘Cuz I’m throwing off my Gravity Falls meta trinity (Father, Son, Holy Ghost) with this new one on why the show gets better whenever I watch it. Or scream into a pillow pretending to, as one does.

I said that childhood memories, and retrospective stories of them, reverberate differently as seasons pass. Well, Gravity Falls slips so much nuance into the space between words that it needs only two.

“Dv zoo xivzgv hglirvh gl kilgvxg lfihvoevh.”   —Nzip A. Wzmrvovdhpr, Slfhv lu Ovzevh

We all joke that it’s Twin Peaks for kids -take the aesthetics and themes of duality and trauma, leave the surrealism and its quality going downhill on the air. Gravity Falls rises above most cartoons this century for its groundbreaking use of conventional storytelling. That it runs unfaltering along a set course demands at least one viewing; codes literal and figurative, intellectual and emotional, call for later viewings. This continuity-heavy kids’ series eludes the apathy typical of kids’ series and the superficiality typical of continuity-heavy series; inferior media would fill canon until it’s empty but we can allways rely on this show to leave enough to the imagination, where meaning truly lies.

This show elicits laughter via the most genre subversions, wordplay, and freeze-frame text this side of BoJack Horseman. (Special shout-out: “I am going to eat this entire oak tree because I am a powerful wizard!”) Ill is its illicit laughter, which puts the “merit” in “temerity”. Peer into that ethereal scenery all you want; the show still chews it with bathos, background events, and cute things dying. So it goes. Gravity Falls’ multilayered farce urges us not to take it too seriously, but doesn’t con us out of mystery in the sincere moments it shuts up in prose.

Gravity Falls has no “filler” to speak of; I do not think it means what you think it means. ~Half the episodes progress the plot, but all progress the story through characterization and lore. The clues Blendin seamlessly, plain episodes become Agents of plot development, Bill is there... no episodes I’d skip, for how many details make this story more than it seems. We’re then immersed in mythopoeia when pop culture references clash with more inspired, esoteric allusions -the Eye of Providence and other conspiracies displayed thereupon*, Beale ciphers, (A)Xolotl, Thunderbird, Running Horned Woman, Flatland-! I love what this narrative does, almost as much as I love its violent undoing. Its cancellation.

* (Bill shouted out, “who killed the Kennedys?” when after all, it was you and me)

“Gsv ilzw tivd drowvi zmw wivzirvi, zmw nliv uzrmgob gizxvw, zmw ezmrhsvw zg ovmtgs, ovzermt srn rm gsv svzig lu gsv wzip drowvimvhh, hgroo ifhsrmt lmdziw, drgs gsv rmhgrmxg gszg tfrwvh nligzo nzm gl vero.”  —Mzgszmrvo Szdgslimv, “Blfmt Tllwnzm Yildm”

Some parts of Gravity Falls will disturb adults more than kids. Like how our 12-year-old leads hadn’t had The Talk yet. It’s because our frame of reference sheds light on the dark places whose haunting undercurrents the show can only telegraph. But Gravity Falls respects children’s intelligence enough to trust they’ll see the omens lurking in all the liminal backroads, forsaken birch woods, and spooky Cipher hell dreams. It’s black as midnight on a moonless night, by kids’ show standards. But that lets us echolocate our own hopes and fears into it.

I’ve said that the heavier implications around Ford make this show more like Gravitas Falls than it has any right to be... and we can’t forget the tear-jerker moments around Stan, missing his brother and whatnot. They’re sad, if a bit too palatable for my tastes. Anyway, the boat imagery, swing set, license plate, secret rooms, spare glasses, Bill iconography, bloodstained pages, and mild gravitational anomalies all do what continuity and foreshadowing should: making the story’s world bigger, not smaller. By not dictating how we should feel about everything, but speaking for themselves. (The journal alone speaks volumes).

“Dv rnztrmv lfihvoevh zh xivzgfivh lu wvhgrmb. Dv orhgvm gl hglirvh zmw ulitvg gszg gsv orhgvmrmt zohl gvooh gsv hglib. Gsv hglib dv svzi rh lfihvoevh. Dv ziv gsv lmob lmvh dsl xzm svzi rg. Drgslfg lfi orhgvmrmt, zoo gsv hglirvh ziv gsv hznv hglib. Gsvb gvoo fh gszg mlgsrmt rh nvzmg gl yv. Gszg mlgsrmt rh nvzmg. Gszg mlgsrmt rh. Gsvb gvoo fh mlgsrmt.” —Pzivm Qlb Uldovi, Hzizs Xzmzib

Everything you care about will change. Because it will shift from the surface to the expanse beyond, to the unsaid and unthought. There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so! We’re taught not to trust taut truisms, not even the tautological title. Fitting how Dipper urges us to find our own Gravity Falls, when a discerning eye will have found us our own Gravity Falls. If we truly follow what the Literary Agent Hypothesis and the Greeks said, anyway.

This show rightfully ends so that we can pick it up again anytime, and pick up on nuances through which we complete it. Better nuances than my inexplicable allusions to Ongian theories of orality. If you eat your words, do you shit books? Anyway, I know my Gravity Falls will remain the chronicle of an uncanny wooded sleepaway town described above. For more information please reread.

[bestxlovexinterest]

got tired of blendin in, which is why i’m like this now. so yeah, you hit the nail on the head.

paint doesn’t really go with the aesthetic i’ve got. even if it did i wouldn’t touch the shit.

i’m guessin you’re pretty happy ta be part of that crowd huh. good for you.

bestxlovexinterest​:

one or two people feelin the same is fine but everyone? fuck that shit.

man shit this real feels like two sides of one coin honk

yall gotta find out who you are and make sure motherfuckers see you as that huh? always been one in the masses? least hardcore sounds like that

got a lil advice for you to stick out. put on the paint ;o) motherfuckers gonna look at yall different then!

or go places where there ain#t not many motherfuckers. it’s only cuz of a couple new motherfuckers round here that our population ain’t like ¼ goats honk

[unboxingstyle11]

Blendin :) . . . #unboxingstyle #blogger #fashionblogger #aesthetic #fashion #blog #bloggerstyle #bloggersofinstagram #style #bloggerlife #fashionblog https://www.instagram.com/p/B1_pJTGFMEe/?igshid=1fmhr2u3pnzh9

[moonbeamjean]

okay tumblr.com I am disappointed in you. No ASOUE AU for Gravity Falls?

Bill is Olaf but he keeps possessing different relatives they come across

OR he keeps appearing but he takes different human forms each time

Dipper and Mabel Pines = The Baudelaire siblings/twins

Their Grunkles are part of a secret organisation trying to save them from Bill’s greedy clutches

McGucket as Snicket maybe? Or a guardian?

Blendin as Mr Poe??

Spooky modern-but-not aesthetic

Mysteries and clues and cryptic messages

Just

Please give me this

[pendles-is-friendles]

“Oh mate, you’ve got much to learn on blendin’ in,” he retorted on the critique of his… admittedly ridiculous attire. “I mean, I might be a star assassin and furiously handsome Roa. But I’d stick out even more like a sore thumb if I went some place and didnt even pretend to like the culture of it.” Although even Pendles could admit that this aesthetic was difficult to pull off, but he felt he looked quite dashing in it, awkward, useless straps and D-rings and all. “And I could’ve brought someone home if I wanted, I just didn’t.”

Some part of the passionate assassin noted the particular lack of enthusiasm from the teen for his story of cunning and murder. Not that K' got excited over much, like any broody teenager, but Pendles figured his interest in violence lent itself to a love of death. But, it was not the first time he had run into that attitude. Maybe, somewhere beneath all that black and sunglasses, K' was a little soft hearted.

A smirk split scaled lips.

Pendles gave K’ a curious tongue flick at the requested drink at this ungodly hour. “Those're that bad, huh?” He gave a small circular gesture to the couch to indicate the teen's nightmares. Realizing that he had just sat down before offering a drink, he promised himself just one more minute of rest before tending to the coffee pot. “You don’t have anythin’ important to do tomorrow, right? ’T’s not good to train if you’re exhausted, mate.”

Granted, Pendles’ words were hypocritical. He made no secret of his long hours and near non-existent sleep schedule. It was only the incessant nagging of Alani’s wisdom in his ears that leaked through his fangs.

Despite himself, a grin - small and tired, but nonetheless there - crept onto his face. “I’m surprised your flirting went anywhere when you look like a walking traffic cone. Seriously, whoever told you that thing was fashionable was lying; you look ridiculous.” Not that he had much room to talk about terrible choices in clothing, but at least the straps of his all black ensemble had purposes. The ones over his right arm did, anyways. The ones around his thigh, not so much. However! They could be unbuckled and used as impromptu bonds, tourniquets, or weapons to strangle, at least. The ones on Pendles’ orange monstrosity, on the other hand, looked purely cosmetic, all sewn in and too small to really do anything; useless as nipples on a breastplate.

The recount of the assassination, and the hapless idiots who were in the wrong place at the wrong time to witness it, garnered the occasional vague hum to prove he was paying attention. K’ couldn’t really find it in him to be as excited over murder as the roa on a good day, let alone tonight. It wasn’t a hobby for him, just another means to keep himself alive. And for all that he thrived on violence, having to take lives in the aftermath made some small part of him recoil, sick and horrified. As with all his weaknesses, he tended to squash that one down as best he could. Couldn’t earn his pay checks or assist in the efforts to save the last sliver of universe without charring some eggs to ash, after all. Unburying the frayed remnants of some soft, kindhearted, crybaby kid from a life he couldn’t even remember would only hinder him, in that regard.

He didn’t kick up any sort of fuss as his feet were pushed aside to make room. Didn’t even scowl. Because even if he couldn’t quite see Pendles’ face in the dark, the sheer exhaustion in all his movements was clear. With that in mind, he scooted aside some so the roa could sprawl a little more comfortably; one of his subtle, awkward, attempts at kindness. K’ brought a knee up to rest his cheek against, arms curling around the limb loosely. An icy eye, half-lidded and ringed by dark circles, settled on the glowing amber one across from him. “Cup of coffee’d be nice.” He’d been tempted to ask for water and some of the much-hated sleep aids, but figured his sleep would only be filled with more nightmares, as usual, making him more of an exhausted irritable mess come morning. Better to just skip sleep altogether… Again.