#Creative Gift Ideas

[noisycowboyglitter]

"10 Playful 'Tis The Sea Sun Summer' Designs for Your Next Vacation"

"Tis The Sea Sun Summer" is a playful phrase that cleverly combines the holiday-inspired "Tis the Season" with beachy summer elements. This catchy slogan encapsulates the essence of carefree summer

days spent by the ocean, under the warm sun.

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The phrase evokes images of golden sand beaches, crystal-clear waters, and cloudless blue skies. It speaks to the joy of seaside activities like swimming, surfing, building sandcastles, and lounging under colorful umbrellas. The "Sea Sun" wordplay emphasizes the two key elements of a perfect beach day: the refreshing sea and the radiant sun.

This slogan could be used for various summer-related products or services, such as beach apparel, sunscreen, tropical vacations, or seaside restaurants. It's perfect for marketing campaigns, t-shirt designs, or social media hashtags aimed at beach lovers and summer enthusiasts.

"Tis The Sea Sun Summer" captures the laid-back, cheerful attitude associated with summer breaks. It reminds people to embrace the season, soak up the sun, enjoy the ocean, and make the most of the warm weather. The phrase serves as a celebration of summer's simple pleasures and the joyful, relaxed lifestyle that comes with seaside living.

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"Melon Christmas In July" is a quirky concept that blends the festive spirit of Christmas with the refreshing essence of summer melons. This unique celebration flips traditional holiday notions on their head, creating a fun, tropical twist on yuletide cheer.

Instead of snowflakes and hot cocoa, picture watermelon slices and chilled melon balls. Christmas trees might be adorned with miniature melon ornaments or strings of cantaloupe-shaped lights. Santa could trade his heavy red suit for a Hawaiian shirt, delivering gifts in a surfboard-sleigh pulled by flamingos.

This theme is perfect for summer parties, especially in the Southern Hemisphere where December is actually hot. It could inspire creative cocktails, like watermelon mojitos garnished with mint "holly", or melon-based desserts shaped like Christmas puddings.

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"Melon Christmas In July" embodies a playful spirit, encouraging people to embrace joy and celebration regardless of the season, while savoring the sweet, juicy flavors of summer.

Small Christmas gift ideas focus on thoughtful presents that pack a big impact in a compact package. These gifts are perfect for stockings, office exchanges, or as add-ons to larger presents.

Popular options include scented candles, gourmet chocolates, artisanal soaps, or miniature succulents. Tech enthusiasts might appreciate portable chargers or wireless earbuds. For book lovers, consider pocket-sized editions of classics or gift cards to bookstores.

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Personalized items like engraved keychains or custom ornaments add a special touch. Practical gifts such as stylish socks, compact tools, or travel-sized skincare sets are always appreciated.

Small gifts can also be experiential, like movie tickets or gift certificates for local cafes. The key is choosing items that reflect the recipient's interests while fitting in a small package.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Love Languages

Receiving Gifts

Receiving thoughtful gifts from their loved ones to show they love and think of them. These ideas are about what a person with this love language would love to receive.

bringing home flowers without a reason

grabbing their favourite dessert from a far away bakery

planning and surprising them with a vacation to a place they always wanted to go to

bringing home something that they saw in the store and that they maybe don't need but that they just had to buy because it reminded them of their partner

getting them a new video game that they can play together

buying them new gear for a hobby that they enjoy

purchasing tickets to their favourite artist/s

gifting them a sentimental piece of jewellery

buying them a limited edition of their favourite book

creating and gifting them with a scrap book full of photos and sentimental items, like tickets that show their relationship

More: Gift Ideas

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

father figure prompts pt. 2 (cw: daddy issues)

because like. teachers who have adopted the traumatized gifted kids in their classes as their children >>>>>>

"you need a break. you're working too hard."

"i don't care that you didn't do that assignment i'm more worried about the fact that you're crying."

bursting into his office whenever you're upset: are you busy?

^him: yes. (closes his laptop) what's up?

^me: aren't you...

^him: your principal can go step off a balcony. this is clearly more important.

"you're more than just smart. you're funny and sweet and talented -- don't let anyone reduce you to just smart."

"i'm so scared for the midterm if i'm being honest."

^"why? your worst grade in my class is a 95."

^"yes but i don't want to disappoint -- "

^"get a B."

^"what?"

^"i'm being serious. get a B. that's more than enough. don't kill yourself overstudying for a perfect score."

"you're literally a child. this isn't your responsibility. don't worry about it. just...go have fun."

"stop studying and go out please for the love of god."

part. 1

part. 3

[cosmicdreamgrl]

hyung line x lys solos for @rjshope [ cr : namuspromised ]

[loversmore]

art by jimin. for @avizou ♡ by mona & ems.

[moonhedgegarden]

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 7

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1554

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

He's been relegated to picking up supplies. You'd thrust a list at him that morning, and he'd almost seen a tail behind you, flicking and curling like a question mark.

It isn't the first time you've had him wrapped around your finger, requesting his assistance. Normally you only ask when you're sick, desperate for supplies and he's available. (He'll always be available.)

Still, this time you've handed him a list for crafts, shoved him from his own base, and you peppered his face in kisses before he can even respond or argue. 

Not that he would, but he wishes you would at least come shopping with him. He's found himself enjoying the domesticity of you puttering around aisles while he pushes a trolley. If he takes his eyes off you, you'll steal the trolley and go skidding down an empty aisle.

Which is how he stands now, in the living room of his base, hands full of arts and crafts supplies, while he stares at a tree he doesn't remember buying.

It's twinkling with lights half done, but otherwise it bears no decoration. The twins are balancing on each other's shoulders trying to throw the multicoloured flashing lights up towards the top of it. You're there underneath, ready to catch them if them.

He's pretty sure someone's going to end up with a broken bone. (Which he does not want to explain to the doctor.)

With a flick of his finger, black and red swirling mist quickly remove lights from hands and twist them around the top of the tree. Gently, and carefully.

He's only slightly smug, smirk in full, when you turn to him in surprise. He's even more smug when your face instantly warms, eyes twinkling at him.

If he were really a crow, his feathers would poof up and he'd preen. Instead he wipes his hand on his shirt collar and extends the bags he's holding, "For you, kitten."

Your whirlwind of activity rushes over, the twins wobbling before they manage to detangle themselves, grabbing at the bag and pulling them to the floor. Separating things out.

He watches absently, but you're focused and tapping on your chin as you think, so he abandons you to your considerations to make himself useful. Warm drinks in hand before he returns to you.

Sylus finds you showing the twins how to fold and make ornaments with coloured paper. He hesitates at the door, if you had wanted ornaments, why did you not just ask for them? He could have ordered any number. Any colour. Anything you wanted.

He's again unsettled by a strange uncomfortable dissatisfaction, you do not make it easy to provide for you. To satisfy every desire. He wonders how you became someone who holds them so close to the chest, scared to want, all over again. He offers hot chocolate to the twins, and frothed coffee to you, (the smell never gets better), before sitting next to you on the floor, cross legged and curious.

You look over and grin, and for a second he sees ears tilting forwards in mischief, pupils blown and ready to pounce. "We didn't have a lot growing up, so me and Caleb would make ornaments for the tree with Gran. The twins wanted to try..." there's a question there that you want to ask but you can't quite... get the words out.

He can read you well enough to know the hesitation, and he leans in, voice low, fingers brushing your cheek, "Show me."

Sylus prides himself on learning, he's good at picking up skills, but he cannot be said to be creative. He is, however, good at following steps. He does, however, enjoy trying.

It's not a new skill that will be useful for anything other than moments like this, but truthfully if he only ever learned skills for moments like this, he'd be a happier fiend than he has any right to.

The twins decide to get pens and decorate the shapes he folds, while you sit nearby fretting over a new challenge. He finds himself looking over and peering but you catch him and point at his hands in an unspoken order. Focus.

He chuckles, only you would dare to order him about, and only you would gain his obedience as he follows your orders.

As they end up with a pile of... he's not sure he'd call anything he and the twins have made art, the fish would surely have something to say if he tried, he already dreads the upcoming conversation, but you're thrilled and excited as you come over to look. Picking up paper baubles and stars that the twins have drawn silly faces on.

There's a happy flush to Luke and Kieran's face as you wholeheartedly approve, and he swallows a lump in his throat that he doesn't really understand. Yet he wants to cry, he thinks, and he's not really sure why. Or what caused it.

He doesn't linger, doesn't have time, as you're pushing him towards the tree, "You get the top, Luke, middle, Kieran, bottom." Then you're running off.

He's starting to think the holidays are a little too much trouble... (Warm, vibrant, comforting.) That lilting voice that sounds like yours again.

Your soul is always so noisy, he muses, warmed and placated.

They're almost done when you come back, this time you're not as energetic. There's waves coming off you, nerves and anxiety rippling under skin. He pauses, where he's about to hang a star, and looks down  at you. As soon as he does you swallow, shoving a cardboard box into his arms.

Not a box? It has numbers on it?

"We-" you swallow past the nerves and push on. Ever ready to fight a monster. Even if the monster is yourself, "also used to make calendars for each other. It's late, so it's only twelve days." He catches your hand before it scratches at your arm, smoothing his thumb over your fingers and then rubbing circles into your palm. He blinks down at the thing, and sees today. He drops the star he's holding unceremoniously and presses the little cardboard flap open.

The calendar is decorated with a picture of a crow surrounded by presents. He remembers the fish encouraging your artistic pursuits, and while he's not sure if it's good, he never seems to be sure if it's good... he knows he likes it.

Inside is a hand wrapped chocolate and a small note.

Day one - A reminder that I love you, and appreciate you always, thank you Sylus.

You're still fidgeting, and at this point the twins have peeked their heads over to stare at his bounty. The longer he stares, the more he realises he has to speak, has to respond but his throat feels closed and his chest is so tight. It hurts. It hurts.

"If it's stupid you don't have to-"

He drops his calendar and he presses you into his chest. He's sure if he were better practiced in his emotions he'd cry. Instead he just encompasses you in his body, squeezing and holding and drowning in you. He nips at your cheek, hand squeezing your face, he wants to bite and chew and claw and scratch.

He can't understand and he doesn't want to hurt, but he breathes you in. Relieved he has no tail to betray him, wagging furiously. You're giggling at his reaction, trying to pull away from his rough handling, calling his name out like knives in his heart, and he finally kisses you. Over and over and over. Tasting his name on your lips and your love in his heart.

Then he startles, pulling away quickly to see that thankfully the twins had caught his gift, the note and the chocolate. Placing it on the side. They're giving him a look like he's a fool, he might be, because he has an evol that can move things for him. Instead his foolish body betrayed him.

"Hunter! Do we get one?" Luke calls, pouting, and you keep a hold on Sylus' hand. Grounding him as he looks at your note over and over, pressing your thumb into his wrist, and smoothing his rapid uneven heartbeat there.

Still you extend a makeshift calendar to the twins, one each, identical except for the names. He can tell that you'd been careful to match every line. "Of course."

He absently notes that you've left four more on the side. The fish, the doctor, the prince and an untouched one for your family. The note is finally placed in his pocket, right over his heart, where he knows he'll keep it until it's worn and unreadable. Not that it matters, because he'll remember it always.

As you watch him smooth his fingers over it, you laugh, "You know there's eleven more days of those right?" Your nerves are still simmering, he can tell, but you're thrilled for his reaction and eased with his earnestness and joy. He lets your words settle and then darts to the calendar on the side, he hears the twins opening theirs but barely cares.

You panic when you realise he's going to just tear the thing open for more of your feelings recorded in pretty stationary paper, before you throw yourself at his back, "Sylus! No! They're for other days!"

[soul-from-another-era]

[knithacker]

Craft a Cozy Cockatoo: Nina's Charming Knitted Scarf Pattern Is A Must Make! 👉 https://buff.ly/3dTpx9N - she also has a goose, a badger, a fox, a flamingo, a deer and a raccoon!

[hello-meow]

I'm happy to announce the release of my first pattern, which will be available on Etsy from October 5th🥹🎉

It's a huge step for me and I hope you like this Halloween Hello Kitty amigurumi toy🎃🎀✨

[rad-x-romance-gift-exchange]

Some Writing Prompts for you to try right now! Quick write something with this line in it in the next 5 mins!!

[lurgiprintrbbl8]

gentleman Cat🐈‍⬛🔝

[yakultii]

do u guys have any ideas wot to get my brothers for christmas they are in their late and early twenties and are both into gaming and pokémon but already own everything they want

[toruandmidori]

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[jenntastic10]

Have a girl's night…

and paint little planters! 🌵🪴💖

[unopenablebox]

there are all sort of self-deprecating people with high standards for their niche activities i encounter on tumblr but the ones who really warn me off learning about their hobby the most are serious Dog People involved in the Dog World (constantly in some kind of hideous agony about their dog's tail being slightly too high in a way no casual observer would find possible to perceive). this is surmounted only by Dog People who also have a hobby of Semi-Serious Photography that they seem to have started while trying to get good at photographing the dog. those people can be miserable about the quality of the photograph and the quality of the dog simultaneously while still never making a single complaint over years that im even remotely capable of comprehending

areas where it seems actively self-defeating for your ability to enjoy the activity if you learn too much information about it