#Fresh flowers Sydney

[susanaveryworld]

How are fresh flowers Sydney-wide delivered fresh?

Sydney loves fresh flowers! But how do they stay so alert during childbirth? Let's discover the secret of fresh flowers in Sydney.

Early Morning Harvest

Fresh flowers in Sydney begin their journey at dawn. Florists and farmers pick flowers early in the morning. This time is crucial because the cooler temperatures help preserve the moisture and freshness of the flowers.

Fast Delivery

Once these fresh flowers are picked, they are shipped quickly to local florists. Speed ​​is the key. The faster the flowers reach the florist, the fresher they stay. Special refrigerated trucks are often used to maintain the optimum temperature.

Specialist arrangements

Skilled florists work in the flower shop. They expertly arrange the flowers, ensuring that every bouquet looks stunning. They also cut stems and remove wilted petals. This meticulous care ensures that only the freshest flowers are delivered.

Special packaging

Packaging plays a big role in keeping flowers fresh. Sydney florists use special tubes filled with water and packing materials. They keep the flowers moist and protected during transportation. Some even use biodegradable materials, keeping the process environmentally friendly.

Timely Delivery

Timing is everything. Sydney florists offer same day delivery services. This means the flowers will be delivered within hours of being arranged. The faster the flowers reach you, the fresher they are.

Watering on the go

During delivery, flowers are kept in water tanks or sprayed regularly to maintain hydration. This simple but effective step ensures they stay fresh until they arrive at your door.

Final Tips for Recipients

When you receive fresh flowers in Sydney, put them in water immediately. Cut the stems and change the water every other day. This helps to extend their life and keep them fresh and beautiful for longer.

Fresh flowers Sydney-wide stay vibrant and beautiful with a combination of early harvest, immediate delivery, expert care, special packaging and on-time delivery. These flowers are also used as sympathy flowers. Enjoy your blooms knowing they've been carefully cared for every step of the way!

[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸🍒💋🌸 I love fresh flowers 💐

@camillawithlove

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[chefkids]

There is going to be another table scene.

And something is going to go very very very wrong.

Carmy kicks the beverage cart that was brought to Sydney's dad. Originally, I thought this was on the same night he got out of the freezer but now I can see the table set up is different from Friend & Family night. The table by the kitchen window had 4 seats but now it has only 2.

We see Carmy meticulously setting up the table and setting the scene for this special night event, making sure every glass is perfectly in place and candles are lit and the flowers are fresh. But what is going to happen that will leave him alone and pissed off?

We've seen him set up dinner before for Claire. Though he really didn't seem to put much effort. The cups were stacked, the table was dirty and full of crap. It wasn't even in his actual dining table, just the kitchen table.

Is he going to make dinner for Sydney and is she going tell him she is going to leave and reject his partnership? Or worse. Reject him?

Or Is it an important business dinner with Unc? Money trouble maybe?

Or God forbid another Claire moment?

Or perhaps even his mother, although I am hesitant to say that because there are wine glasses that look used. However, we do see Carmy in what appears to be the same sweater as he is wearing in the restaurant when he is at his mother's kitchen. Those are the same cookbooks and same red tiles. Is he going to go to her after things go wrong at his dinner?

Tables can be happy.

But I am sad and scared to say, that I do not think this one will end well for Carmy and most likely Syd.

[neighbourscat]

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 , spencer cassadine

EVERYONE HAS A QUIET ESCAPE.

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . estate owner!spencer c. X estate chef!black!fem!reader. || second person ( you, yours, you’re ) + lowercase intended.

+ synopsis. making breakfast was your way of reaching out, of letting him know, wordlessly, that he wasn’t alone. it wasn’t about the food itself but about giving him a moment of comfort, a pause from everything weighing on him .. a quiet escape.

+ cw. mature language! & indications of social status difference between spencer cassadine and black!reader. || other than that, no warnings! ( a lot of italics! & sorry if my writing of spencer cassadine is poor and inaccurate, i haven’t watched general hospital enough. the storylines are so confusing to follow /: )

+ nali’s notes; food is a love language! reader is heavily inspired by ayo edebiri || sydney adamu from the bear! reader is three flowers tall! so gen-z, so hilariously awkward, so silly, so dorky, so sweetie & so patient with cranky spencer cassadine. such a doll! reader loves sza & chappell roan & beabadoobee! i love writing a reader who rambles a lot. wordcount :: 4.0k+

+ more; short does not follow any specific plotline of general hospital!

+ to be played: normal girl, sza. || alternative: there she goes, the la’s.

EVERYONE HAS A QUIET ESCAPE.

LAWRENCE, NEW YORK || DECEMBER 4, 2023

the king’s market stood at the very edge of lawrence; a small town within a big city .. . where the paint peeled off old brick buildings, and faded signs creaked in the december wind. yet, despite its weathered exterior, the supermarket was lawrence’s unexpected gem ( as was shawnda’s boutique, toni’s kitchen, minnie’s nails, the sullivan community college, that dunkin’ on mccarter road, brunch box, and express deli ) — a place that managed to thrive against all odds. its large windows glowed warmly under flickering neon lights, as if the store itself were proud of what it held inside.

you skid to a harsh stop — your brother’s old navy blue bicycle croaked with each pedal, it practically begged to be thrown into a junkyard — and immediately lose balance. you caught yourself before the tumble could come; the bottoms of your ragged, black vans scraping at the concrete and your thumbs accidentally brushing against the bike’s bells . .. . the scratchy ringgg alerted the cluster of pigeons, causing them to flap away, and made the mother pushing her big-enough-to-walk-on-his-own toddler side-eye you.

“mornin’ . ..” you raised a shy hand in apology, leaning your brother’s aged bike against king’s dried bike rack. you snatched up your bundle of reusable tote bags from the screwed-on basket and dug into the jumble for the bicycle’s lock; the new one ordered from amazon. “o .. kayyyy,” you sung to yourself, wrapping the chain link over a rack pole. hearing it click and seeing that it remained in place, you let out a deep breath .. relieved.

king’s market is quiet, but it’s a comforting quiet, broken only by the hum of old refrigeration units and the faint rustle of a distant shopper. sunlight filtered through the small, high windows, casting a soft glow over the shelves and illuminating specks of dust floating lazily through the air — king’s market was different from what was expected. though the aisles were narrow and the checkered linoleum tiles were cracked and crumbled and lifting out of place, each row and shelf was organized perfectly.

a faint scent of earth and herbs drifted from the produce section, where vegetables sat stacked in bright, fresh columns. local greens glistened with a crispness that rivaled any high-end market over in port charles ( you believed ), their colors vivid against the worn wooden bins. tomatoes were perfectly ripe, their skins taut and glowing, and bunches of parsley and dill leaned together like old friends, filling the air with a sharp, green fragrance.

in the far back, there was a small bakery nook filled with golden loaves, round bagels, fluffy croissants, beautifully-decorated cupcakes and soft cookies made with old-fashioned love, managed by antonella cardenas. beside it, a mini flower-shop section . .. . you’ve made it your business to circle by during your early morning grocery-runs.

you ripped the bud from your ear and let the wire hang down your front, dangling and brushing against the puff of your dark-green winter jacket. “tev?” you gave the worktop a knock, not too loud but hard enough to be heard throughout the mini-kitchen. tevin’s butcher counter was simple but spotless, manned by an old man who knew every cut by heart, arranging steaks and chops with the precision of an artist.

“tee-tee?!” still, nothing or no one came to you — you knew the mini-kitchen was open. the lights were on and the faucet was running. “i’ve got some .. fucked-up, jacked-up, cracked-up shit to tell you, tev.” you were careful with your curses, not giving them their regular intensity and over-exaggeration. “tevi?! it’s work shit!” crickets. that usually worked. you stopped knocking on the cold counter and dropped back onto your heels. “i know you can hear me, tevin,” spoken under your breath and while you were unraveling your wired-headphones.

and you started onward . .. realizing that it might’ve been a good thing tevin wright hadn’t come out to the register. you weren’t the best at lying on the spot. you had a little tell of it; while for many, it was laughing or evasive smiling or rapid blinking or coughing and clearing their throat, avoiding eye contact; like looking up at the ceiling, or those self-soothing gestures or being too fidgety with their fingers and clothing, you overused defensive phrases: like “honestly,” “to tell you the truth,” or “believe me”.

with sza’s ‘sweet november’ playing faintly in your ears .. you stand in the center of a narrow, softly lit aisle; shelves of hand-drawn packaging designs, others in plain jars that let the rich red or green hues of their contents do the talking. your hands hovered over two jars — one labeled locally-made marinara, the other a small-batch pesto. your fingers grazed the cool glass of both as you considered them, your full brows knit in thought. it’s just .. fucking pasta sauce, you could hear your mother’s grating voice. pick up a jar and go.

you lifted one jar, squinting at the label, as though weighing the memories each flavor might stir up. a faint smile tugged at your lips as you remembered how your father would make a whole affair out of selecting ingredients, debating over spices and sauces as if it were a high-stakes decision. are you kidding me? this is ridiculous. you are just like your father. half-insult.

you set it back down, you reached for the other choice, your gaze thoughtful as you further debated which would give your evening dish that extra something — sza’s song of past experiences fading into chappell roan’s love me anyway — you set that jar back into place and grabbed the third option. the one with the hand-drawn design. it was cute and you made a mental note to peel the wrapping off before use.

PORT CHARLES, NEW YORK || DECEMBER 4, 2023

the kitchen of the cassadine estate was a masterpiece of traditional russian design, combining rustic elegance with a sense of historic charm. the kitchen was a vast, open space dominated by an enormous central island, topped with dark, veined marble that has been polished to a mirror-like finish. cabinets of deep, rich wood line the walls, their surfaces gleaming under the sparkle of hanging iron chandeliers with exposed filament bulbs that cast a golden light over everything.

every detail exuded craftsmanship: the hand-carved moldings, the wrought-iron handles on each cabinet, and the aged brass fixtures that gave the room a touch of vintage grandeur. pots and pans of shined copper hung in neat rows from a ceiling rack, their warm glow offset by the cool, tiled walls in muted creams and grays, which add a subtle neatness.

a massive stone hearth sat against one wall, its archway adorned with intricate, hand-laid tiles. within, a wood-fired oven emitted a faint, smoky scent. to the side, a marble-topped counter held a selection of oils and aged vinegars kept in glass jars, each label handwritten in russian script.

large windows near the farmhouse sink overlooked the estate’s gardens, letting in natural light that poured across the butcher-block counters and casted shadows on the tiled floor. this floor — worn but immaculate — was ice cold underneath your soaking wet polka-dot socks. in one hand, your pair of vans ( fiona mccall, the estate’s lead-housekeeper, and her team were stern and meticulous in ensuring that the grand halls, ballrooms, libraries, staircases, and more importantly, the floors remained pristine ), your phone with the letterboxd app still open and dropped into a shoe, in the other hand; your grocery tote-bag you were to keep in the employee mini-fridge.

you faked a bad cough, in attempt to fake clear your throat — “sorry, goodmorning .. mr. cassadine.” — still, you grabbed his attention. spencer cassadine stood at the central island with his elbows resting on the chilled surface, his head lowered, lost in thought. the weight of family expectations pressed heavily on him, and the stillness around him offered a brief moment of respite .. before hearing your voice, of course.

your presence filled the room with a sense of . .. . play and awkwardness. spencer studied you: your winter jacket over a simple, faded-once-graphic t-shirt, wrinkled mom jeans, hints of gold jewellery, your box-braids loosely tied back with baby pink crochet yarn, giving you that .. ‘relaxed’ look, he guessed you were going for. it wasn’t effortless, it was messy. spencer’s gaze switched to your shoeless feet .. as did your own eyes — you took one large step to the left and landed behind a counter, only letting your upper half show.

“fiona-ms. mccall, i mean,” you began, your shoulders tense and your arms cramping from the hanging shoes and bags of groceries, “and those-sorry, your floors, sir. she’s serious ‘bout ‘em, that one. i mean, her team too. they’re like .. so serious about th’ floors .. i had’ta walk around in my socks-“ you stopped before continuing on. seeing him stand there with that signature blank, cold look on his face only shut you up ( you opted not to speak on how you dropped your dunkin’ coffee on the way here ) and drove sickness deeper into your heart.

you looked away from a moment, taking a shaky breath. “i should, uhm ..” you faced him again, “sorry, mr. cassadine .. my arms are, like, getting ready to snap off. like, actually.”

spencer watched you waddle off into the shared-employee closet. he straightened a bit, his fists carefully drumming at the marble surface as he waited for your return — though, he wouldn’t admit to anyone that he had been ‘waiting’ for you. after a moment, he took a step aside and tilted his head slightly, giving himself a clear view into the employee closet; with its array of lockable, highschool-style cell phone lockers . .. . you were shoving your winter jacket into the available top shelf, struggling on your tip-toes.

when you landed on your heels again, spencer took his previous position; leaning against the central island — “so, um . ..? sorry, but why are you back here, anyways?” you called out, but gave spencer not even a second to process the question. you peeked your head out of the employee closet, braids no longer tied back but cascading over your shoulder. “sorry, this is your family’s kitchen. you have, uhm .. every right to be back here. sorry.” you disappeared into the employees’ closet again, leaving spencer to be alone and to .. somewhat try and understand you.

“you apologize a lot?” he asked, his voice steady and even. not a question, but more so a statement.

dropping your hands from your braided bun, you moved away from the wall mirror and out of the closet saying: “trauma response,” unapologetic and freely, fixing your white button-up and fresh apron, “i can’t help but feel bad for a person literally every-time i-“

“what?” a deep grumble. too forward. he’s not one of your friends, you reminded yourself. you can’t speak to him like he’s on your level — rather, like you’re on his level. “sorry, mr. cassadine.” again with the sorry.

spencer huffed and in a low tone, “you can stop with the ‘mister’.” not a request, but an instruction. unsure of what to say next, in bad habit; “i’m sorry?” his eyes narrowed and you bit down on your lower lip, stopping yourself from the ‘m’ word and the ‘s’ word. “i actually get asked about that .. like, a lot. the ‘s’ word, thing. i’m kind of working on it. kind of.”

“kind of?”

“mhm-yeah. takin’ it day by day . .. . kind of. you know what i mean?” no comment, no further movement. your shoulders drooped, but you were okay. you were in an okay mood this early, december morning even after dropping your dunkin’ coffee. you had on new, warm socks and had beabadoobee in one ear — “you still use ..” with a hand, spencer gestured toward his own ear, “wires?”

you stared down at your phone, the adapter snug in the charging port; ‘pictures of us’ by beabadoobee at its first full minute. the slander on ‘wired headphones’ was so unnecessary and so childish. without thinking: “i’m sorry?” you paused a moment to recollect and what looked to be a smile began tugging at spencer’s lips. “i mean-who doesn’t? .. who doesn’t like wires?”

“many people.”

a weird chuckle, “what? literally so many people like wires. i don’t-? what is so wrong with wires?”

“what isn’t wrong with wires?”

“i don’know? that’s why i’m asking you ‘what’s wrong with wires’?

“everything.” and that was that. spencer had the last word, though you disagreed completely. silence fell for eight seconds, maybe nine, before he asked; “what are you, uh ..?” shoving his veiny hands into the front pockets of his dark jeans, “who are you listenin’ to, anyways?”

“beabadoobee.” you paused the song. “her beatopia album. it’s so good, seriously.” a part of you considered sharing the unused earbud, but that would require closeness and sharing wired headphones was an intimate gesture, a chance to bond with another — that couldn’t be done with airpods or those chunky beat headphones. “i’ll come over to you-you just stay there.”

spencer met you halfway around the marble island, going against your statement without a second thought. the gap between you and spencer was intentional, on both ends. he kept himself from standing too close, as did you. “okay, so, if bea’s not your cup of tea, or, uhm, you don’t like her sound or somethin’ .. justttt, uh, don’t say anything-y’know?” spencer listened intently, hands at his sides and the soft skin of his fingers rubbing the stitches of his dark jeans. “sorry, that wasn’t exactly ‘polite’-“

“play the song.”

“mhm. yeah.” your index finger tapped down on the rewind button .. pictures of us started, the acoustic guitar entrance soothing and inviting — “the words take awhile to, um . .. actually begin, sor-nope.” spencer smiled faintly at your effort, giving a light thumbs up. you appreciated the gesture, warmth slowly growing within your chest, causing you to chew the inside of your cheek.

with the pad of your thumb, you dragged at the progress bar, watching the thin line skip forward in small jumps, stopping at the right mark. you let your finger rest, satisfied as bea’s lyrics finally filled the air.

“i’ve watched that.” right under the music widget had been a notification from letterboxd: w-katie02 liked your review of the elephant man ( 1980 )! “it’s one of my favorites,” he continued, almost hesitant. “yeah?” a little, genuine smile as your fingers brushed the edge of your phone. “yeah.” spencer ended there, seemingly restricted; as if he’d just given something away he hadn’t meant to.

“do you have letterboxd?” just the most important app on your cellular device. well, one of them, certainly. by the glint in your eyes, spencer could feel the unmistakable love you held — because for you, it was so much more than just a platform; it was like a never-ending journal of emotions, insights, and memories. your perfect profile was filled with entries — some thoughtful and delicate and passionate, others scattered and messy and raw, like snapshots of your silly life in film. you’d spent many hours logging your thoughts after each movie, capturing how it made you feel, who you’d watched it with, what kind of day it had been . .. . you never missed a detail.

“what’s a .. letterboxd?” you unlocked your phone in under a second — “it’s like goodreads, but for movies,” you said as you clicked the app open. spencer, though confused and having never heard of goodreads, kept his lips locked and waited for your explanation: “letterboxd is immediate, like no other platform.” you held out your phone and he took hold of it; mindful of the need to avoid physical contact.

“social media in a way that’s like-“ spencer’s finger swiped up and you inched inward, lifting onto your tip-toes to watch as he did so. “-ultra safe and super cuddly. there’s no politics, close-minded straight men, or mentions of global crises, the sad stuff essentially, y’know? .. well, okay, actually-i guess, if you’re on the wrong side-“

“there are sides?”

“so, it’s . .. . yeah.”

“mm.” — pictures of us faded into don’t get the deal — your gaze shifted between his working finger and his face. you didn’t know what he’d been doing exactly, but you paid attention to how his eyes zipped side to side under his eyelids and how his brows lightly scrunched and how he sniffled softly every now and again and how his tongue darted out to bring moisture back to his lips. and in this very moment, this quiet moment of, what you assumed was nothing, he looked . .. . approachable. it surprised you how easily he fit into this small moment, his attention focused on something so trivial.

spencer cassadine — extra polished, effortlessly confident, someone who belonged to a world you’d only ever seen from a distance — handling your phone as though you and him were two equals. the four fingers of his right hand nearly covering every collected sticker.

to you, he really was someone you had heard about in passing, the kind of person with a surname people spoke of in hushed tones, heavy with history. he seemed so different up close, less like a distant idea of wealth and reputation, and more like just .. a person, with his own subtle quirks and quiet intensity — it felt like a rare glimpse beyond his guarded expression, easing the image you’d carried of him.

you tried not to overthink it, letting yourself just be here, grounded by the purr of the kitchen and beabadoobee in the background and the heat of his presence . .. .

then came a muffled ping; spencer returned your phone and retrieved his own from his back pocket. that dry, somber demeanor was back and whatever that quiet moment was, was long gone. you clicked off beabadoobee — your eyes searching his face for a hint of what could have been troubling him. “can i make you something?” a sweet offer. a sweetness that spencer cassadine had not known, or been at all familiar with.

he blinked up from his screen. “what?”

“have you eaten breakfast yet?”

spencer shook his head.

“food always helps.” just as you pivot and circled the counter, he spoke: “i’ve already taken too much of your free time. i’ve interrupted your routine,” clearly trying to brush off your sweet offer, though his stomach growled in response to the idea of food.

“it’s fine.”

“i can’t let you ..”

“seriously?” you stopped in your tracks, barely smiling. “come on, seriously. c’mon. i can prepare somethin’ quickly. i don’t mind, really,” you reassured. and spencer felt a flicker of thankfulness at your inclination; you weren’t offering to impress him or because he was who he was, but out of the kindness of your heart. “thank you.”

with a nod, you moved to the large refrigerator, opening the door with purpose. you pulled out a few eggs and some vegetables, your movements deliberate and calm. the rhythmic sounds of your chopping and sautéing completed the kitchen.

as you worked, spencer was leaned over the counter .. having just downloaded letterboxd and putting together his own movie lists. he found your account, remembering the username in the top left corner, and added a few of your saved movies to his new “to watch” list. “how long have you been cooking for?”

“mom put a knife in my hand at five, so i’d say since then,” you replied, glancing up briefly and laughing seeing the concerned look on his face — you weren’t joking. “it’s therapeutic,” you said then, eyes down again. “i find real comfort in it-a quiet escape, like my letterboxd. plus, feeding people is a nice way to show you care.”

your words struck a chord with him. he could see how the kitchen was your sanctuary, just as it had become a momentary refuge for him. “i can understand that,” he admitted, his gaze wandering to the window, where the light falling snow touched down and melted. “i’ll find my ‘quiet escape’.”

“you don’t have one now?”

“unh-unh.”

“that should be impossible. what do you look for when you need a moment?”

“i walk around and sit in silence.”

“that sounds awful.”

“it’s not the worse thing ever.”

“no, i guess not. but what do you love to do? like really, truly love to do-imagine, ‘kay, it’s your very last hour alive .. ‘nd you’re trapped in a dome with only th’ materials needed for your number one hobby, what is it?”

spencer’s mind went blank for a few seconds. he didn’t write, he didn’t read, he couldn’t draw, he couldn’t paint — “i like the gym.”

“okay .. cool.” you smiled and scratched at an eyebrow, “um, but seriously. what’s the hobby?”

“.. nothing.”

“-shit.”

“yeah.” a hopeless shrug. “i never got into an art or instrument. nothing that requires serious skill and talent.” spencer turned off his phone and held his hands together, fingers interlocking.

“well . .. a hobby doesn’t have ‘ta require serious skill or talent. and it doesn’t necessarily have ‘ta be an art.” you told him, matter-of-factly; knowing and practical. “like bird-watching. don’t have’ta be in your sixties to do it.” dropping your spoon onto a paper towel, you went for one of the five spice cabinets and dug inside. “i collect cool things.” you were a collector of very fine whatchamacallits, doo-dads, and trinkets; which ranged from mail stamps, pink paper clips, buttons of all shapes and colors and sizes, unique beer bottle caps, and stickers — your junk-sticker phone case is evidence.

“what-like rocks?”

“sometimes. marbles too.”

“marbles?”

“marbles.” firmly, “mancala pieces.”

“what’s a mancala piece?”

“y’know ..? mancala?”

“what’s mancala?”

“what’s mancala?” in disbelief, you released a defeated sigh and shook your head. “i have a mobile version, i can explain the game after this.” yyou stretched your arm over and with a knuckle, tapped down on your phone screen; you had little over an hour left. “jus’ta confirm, i will be explaining the game.”

no objection.

“but back to hobbies-“ spencer heard your voice and instantly flipped his phone back over. “-what’s an instrument you’ve wanted to play?” piano, there was no need to think about it. the first time spencer had heard a piano, the melody was soft and almost a whisper, beckoning him away from the clamor of the gala crowd. he drifted toward the sound, drawn in as if by a spell —

— he saw the grand piano in the corner of the room, its sleek black body gleaming under the warm lights. a man was seated there, his fingers gliding over the keys with such fluid grace that spencer could hardly believe it . .. . and in that moment, he felt an overwhelming urge .. not just to listen, but to touch the keys, to know how it felt to draw out a sound so moving and pure. but he was only a child, and the instrument seemed impossibly large, as if it belonged to another world.

and years passed .. life had filled up with other obligations and distractions, and the closest he’d come to a piano was brushing his fingers over the keys of one owned by a close friend or at another sprawling event. but every now and then, when he heard the low throb of a piano in a restaurant or wherever, he felt that same pull, that longing that had begun in the corner of a crowded room so many years before, waiting patiently for him to return.

“piano,” he answered. though he had no idea what happiness looked like for him, he was sure that starting with piano would make that discovery easier — he was so incredibly detached from himself and the more you spoke to him, you could tell.

“i know you can learn,” you said, kindly.

“i don’t have the time.”

“not even five minutes? you can download an app and start slow .. memorize piano stuff.”

“you have a piano app?”

“no, but i can find one for you.” his dark eyes brightened imperceptibly. “i bet there’s a lot. there’s an app for everything .. unfortunately .. kind of.” you mumbled the last bit, plating his breakfast with care. “.. here. simple, but it’ll help.”

in grabbing himself clean silverware — for the first time, he felt the possibility of letting someone in, even if just a little.

[choicescommunityevents]

Thank you for joining our first Choices Picnic! It was a lovely event!

Here is how our picnic turned out:

10 fandom members contributed to

28 MCs, OCs, and LIs joining the event who brought

15 different types of food

10 different types of drinks

21 different types of desserts

15 different games/activities

[Event prompts and info] [Full list of community prompts, polls, and quizzes]

Who joined the picnic? [x]

@cadybear420

Aiden x Evie

@dr-colossal-pita

Ethan x Oliver

@gutsfics

Noah x Devi

Thomas x Avalon

@jerzwriter

Ethan x Kaycee

Tobias x Casey

@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices

Bryce x Olivia

Keiki

Mal x Daenarya

Thomas x Alex

@masked-alien-lesbian

Aislinn x Verity

Hana x Raelyn

@peonyblossom

Ajay x Matty

Emmett x Brooklyn

Ethan x Sydney

Thomas x Jackie

@pulpitude

Mia

Lia

Joss

Linc

Abel

@trappedinfanfiction

Ethan x Celia

Trystan x Sophia

@tveitertotwrites

Derek x Charlie

Ethan x Claire

Thomas x Brooklyn

Tobias x Adelaide

What will we be eating + drinking? [x]

Food

Banana Chips with light maple syrup

Buttermilk Fruit Scones

Charcuterie Board (2)

Chips

Fresh Baked Bread

Fresh Vegetable Quinoa Salad

Gamja-Salad

Grilled Meat Skewers

Ketchup Chips

Korean Fried Chicken

Pasta Salad

Pizza

Pineapple

Sandwiches (2)

Strawberries

Trail Mix

Drinks

Alcoholic Drinks

Cabernet Sauvignon

Chocolate Milk

Coconut Custard Pie

Fruit Salad

Nanaimo Bars

Non-Alcoholic Drinks

Orange Infused Cold Brew

Sodas

Strawberry Lemonade

Sweet Cocktails

Sweet Iced Tea

Wine selection

What are we eating (desserts) [x]

Apple Pie

Berry Pinwheel Pasteries

Coconut Cake

Cookies

Fresh Fruit Popsicles

Fruit mixed in pudding, yogurt, whipped cream

Golden Griddle milkshakes

Haupia

Honey Cake

Lemon Cake

Mint Ice Cream Sandwiches

Pie

Pup Cups

Red Velvet Brownies

Red Velvet Cupcakes

Rum Cake

Strawberry Cheesecake Parfait

Weed Brownies

What are we playing/doing? [x]

Badminton

Capture the Flag

Charades

Drink Mixing

Enjoying flowers

Frisbee / Disk Golf

Frisbee with pups (2)

Horeshoes

Karaoke

Kite Flying

Lawn Chess

Nature Crafts / Flower Crowns

Paint and Sip

Toss + Catch

Volleyball

What's our picnic playlists? [X]

What 3 things are a picnic must? [X]

How will a little rain impact the event? [x]

How did MCs, OCs, and LIs document the event? [X]

What else was submitted?

I was going to make a masterlist, but since most entries were just reblogs to the community posts it seemed silly... especially since all the extra entries were mine 🙈. Felt weird making a masterlist for just me! If more individual works are added, I'll make a separate masterlist.

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Bryce x Olivia picnic (art)

Bryce x Olivia beach picnic (edit)

Mal x Daenarya beach picnic (edit)

A Late Night Picnic (Mal x Daenarya) (writing)

Thomas x Alex Hollywood sign picnic (edit)

@peonierose : Art on the Beach with Bryce x Luna

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

New SpaceTime out Monday

SpaceTime 20250127 Series 28 Episode 12

The origins of Fast Radio Bursts back in question

A surprising new discovery is raising fresh questions about the origins of mysterious deep space blasts of energy known as Fast Radio Bursts.

Is the Red Planet Mars is still geologically active

New research has raised the possibility that the Red Planet Mars is still geologically active.

Southern Hemisphere skywatchers in for as treat

Skywatchers in the Southern Hemisphere are enjoying a celestial spectacular with the comet C/2024 G3 ATLAS putting on a spectacular display following its close encounter with the Sun last week.

The Science Report

New hope to make life a little easier for people with atrial fibrillation.

A rare corpse flower has burst into bloom at Sydney’s Royal Botanic Gardens.

The FDA finally bans cancer causing red die number 3.

Skeptics guide to the end of main stream media

SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences.

The show is available every Monday, Wednesday and Friday through Apple Podcasts (itunes), Stitcher, Google Podcast, Pocketcasts, SoundCloud, Bitez.com, YouTube, your favourite podcast download provider, and from www.spacetimewithstuartgary.com

SpaceTime is also broadcast through the National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio and on both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

SpaceTime daily news blog: http://spacetimewithstuartgary.tumblr.com/

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SpaceTime YouTube: @SpaceTimewithStuartGary

SpaceTime -- A brief history

SpaceTime is Australia’s most popular and respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two million downloads every year. We’re also number five in the United States.  The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, space flight, and science.  SpaceTime features weekly interviews with leading Australian scientists about their research.  The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network.  Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor.  Gary’s always loved science. He studied astronomy at university and was invited to undertake a PHD in astrophysics, but instead focused on his career in journalism and radio broadcasting. Gary’s radio career stretches back some 34 years including 26 at the ABC. He worked as an announcer and music DJ in commercial radio, before becoming a journalist and eventually joining ABC News and Current Affairs. He was part of the team that set up ABC NewsRadio and became one of its first on air presenters. When asked to put his science background to use, Gary developed StarStuff which he wrote, produced and hosted, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience based on the ABC’s Nielsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth.  The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually.  However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and a redirection of available finances to increase sports and horse racing coverage.  Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could keep the show going independently.  StarStuff was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode being broadcast in February 2016.  Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer and technology news, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is published three times weekly (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

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SYDNEY SWEENEY at the Miu Miu Lunch on May 22nd 2023 in Cannes wearing MIU MIU

I absolutely loved Sydney's look at the Miu Miu lunch. It was fresh and pretty, a really beautiful and fun dress. The look is giving a bit of Sophia Loren vibes.

I really loved this entire outfit. Her hair is a beautiful messy updo, and I love the blue eyeshadow that matches the dress. The dress is a beautiful color, and I love the knee length. The white flowers are simple, but it really looks like a perfect dress for early summer.

[ladespeinada]

Tagged by @postmodernau to share an excerpt for WIP Wednesday 🌟

Technically, my only WIP at the moment is my Tina / The Bear fic, Before The Next Teardrop Falls, so the excerpt beneath the cut is from that. I have various bits & bobs for other The Bear fics that I’ve taken a step back from for the time being, happy to share snippets if people are interested (and because I kind of want to share what exists but also don’t want to finish anything just yet, lol). 

Marcus & Luca, Long-Haul Truckers AU (thank you, Orville Peck)

Only You, Darling sequel 

Sydcarmy “divorce” fic

Sydcarmy canon divergence where they meet in NY during Syd’s food tour 

Won’t tag anyone explicitly but if you’re working on something and you want to share a snippet, please feel free to use this post as an excuse! 👀

“Hey, Chef, is there like, a family shelf or something?”

“Shelf?” 

“Si, como, la comida extra para usar para comida familiar,” Sydney asked kindly.  

“Ah, si, la comida familiar. Fuck off,” Tina spat before stalking off. 

Sydney looked all of 15. Tall and slender, with her braids pulled back with a bandana. She moved through the kitchen with only the barest hint of hesitation. She loomed over Tina, both in stature and in stance. Her voice in Spanish was soft and girlish and that was the final straw. Tina hated her already.

Tina knew she was being unfair, but her self-awareness wasn’t going to get in the way of her annoyance. Carmy and Sydney were glaring reminders that Mikey was well and truly gone, and never coming back, and she couldn’t forgive them for it. 

She had fooled herself for months, as the weather turned warmer and spring erupted in flowers and rain, that he was just on vacation. Maybe moved, temporarily. Just taking a break from The Beef, and he’d be back, eventually. 

She imagined him near water, having traded the shores of Lake Michigan for an actual beach. Maybe Hawai’i, maybe California, taking up surfing and eating fresh fish every day instead of the mountains of beef they went through. Maybe the coast of Italy, swimming in the Mediterranean, the prodigal son returning to his ancient home to fucking finally learn Italian. 

But there was no longer space for Tina to fool herself, not with two new bodies flowing through the ragged system of the kitchen, not with every seat taken during family with no space left for Michael Berzatto. He was gone, and he would stay gone, and nothing, no one, could ever, ever change that. 

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[backpockct]

INTRODUCING SYDNEY “SYD” MÜLLER  WRITTEN (AND LOVED!) BY CORRIE

MILENA TSCHARNTKE. SHE + HER  / have you ever heard of THE REELING by passion pit, well, it describes SYDNEY MÜLLER to a tee! the twenty six year old, and FLORIST AT MY LITTLE PEONY was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more RESERVED or more GENTLE instead? anyway, they remind me of peaceful and quiet early mornings, waves lapping against a shoreline, bouquets of fresh wildflowers and hair tied back with a ribbon, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

triggers: mentions of murder, infertility, depression and divorce

THE BASICS:

full name: sydney claire hayes (née müller, uses her madien name professionally)

nicknames: syd 

birthday: 3rd april 1996 (26 years old)

gender: cis woman (she/her)

sexuality: heterosexual

relationship status: married(ish) to wyatt hayes ( @pullumtendies​​ )

BASIC INTRO: 

sydney was born and raised in london, she’s lived here all her life, she’s the middle child of three. she’s got an older sister and a younger brother.

her father is german and her mother is from the uk, they met through friends, when her father was doing a study abroad year in london and the rest was history. 

when her mother was pregnant, they were told that they were going to have a boy. so they picked out the name sydney, they really liked it, but then surprise, she wasn’t a boy.

but they really liked the name sydney, they thought it suited her and so the name stuck. a lot of the time she just gets called syd. 

she’s always had a passion for the outdoors and flowers, making little bunches of flowers for family members & loved ones!!

syd decided randomly one day that she wanted to be a florist and she’s stuck with it ever since. now she works as the assistant florist at my little peony, she loves it!!!

when she was ten years old, she locked eyes with a young man across the school playground, wyatt hayes, she was smitten. 

that was it, the pair became inseparable, they started out as best-friends and eventually as they got into their teen years, they began to dating. 

things got incredibly serious, when wyatt’s parents were murdered, obviously syd stood by him and supported him.

a few years after his parents death, the pair got married, they were very young but neither of them cared, they wanted to do this. 

they were happy for a few years until they decided that they wanted to have kids, that hasn’t worked out for them.

they TRIED A LOT but every single attempt was met with nothing, which was very upsetting for the both of them. 

syd became depressed, worried that there was something was wrong with her, she struggled to tell wyatt how she felt. 

the more they tried, the more arugments enused, more tears, wyatt started sleeping on the couch. 

eventually the pair decided it’d be good for them to have some space from each other, so wyatt moved out.

they’ve danced around the idea of divorce but they are still very much in love with each other and she doesn’t want to end things, she doesn’t want to loose him.

WANTED CONNECTIONS: 

siblings:

friends:

childhood friends:

good / bad influence:

neighbours:

co-workers:

if you’d like to plot with any of my muses then feel free to hit me up on discord @ corey in wetherspoons ™#0678. thank you!!

[thefloralstylistblog]

Florist Choice - small gesture bunch

Can’t decide? Leave it up to us to create a gorgeous selection for Mum

Choice and composition will be selected by one of our florists - Seasonal flowers and foliages will be used.

Petite in size and wrapped the Copper Beech way

[flowershoop]

Most Afordable Flowers Newtown Sydney

Brighten your day with stunning flowers in Newtown, Sydney at budget-friendly prices. From romantic roses to cheerful daisies, explore exquisite floral arrangements perfect for any occasion. Enjoy fresh, locally sourced blooms with convenient delivery options, ensuring beauty and elegance without overspending.

[manlyflowerae]

Ways to Use Flowers for Your Home Decoration

Flowers give any house youthfulness, freshness, and life. There are many uses for flowers, making them a versatile ornamental feature. No matter how showy or humble you want your home to look, flower arrangements may easily make it look better. Here are four ways to incorporate flowers into your home’s design.

Brighten Up Living Spaces with Seasonal Bouquets

Using seasonal flowers to bring the outside inside is the best thing ever. Sydney Flowers, for example, offers a wide selection of colorful, fresh flowers that are perfect for decorating your living or dining area. From soft pastels to bright, cheerful hues, seasonal flowers can complement any interior theme.

Decorate the Bedroom with Understated Floral Accents

Flowers can help create a peaceful, soothing atmosphere in the bedroom. Incorporate exquisite arrangements into your private haven by placing them on window sills or nightstands. You can find elegant and budget-friendly options at an affordable flower shop in Northern Beaches.

For a romantic vibe, consider rose delivery Sydney services to decorate with red or white roses.

Create a Stunning Dining Table Centerpiece

Choose vibrant arrangements from the best flower shop or explore flowers in Manly for local options. A centerpiece made of fresh leaves and flowers can attract attention and improve the eating experience.

For milestone events like anniversaries, you can use specialty anniversary flowers to highlight the occasion. These flowers not only add charm but also make your celebration feel more meaningful. Fresh floral arrangements bring sophistication and style to any gathering or dinner party.

Decorate Entryways and Hallways for a Welcoming Vibe

Hallways and entryways are frequently neglected in so many houses in terms of décor. Incorporating flowers into these areas can immediately improve the welcoming atmosphere of your house. Visit an affordable flower shop in Northern Beaches to find blooms that suit your style and budget.

You can find flowers in Northern Beaches and purchase matching vases with them that are stylish or best suit your house for a fresh appearance.

In addition to looking sophisticated, a gorgeous floral arrangement at the door or down a hallway makes an impact on your guests that they won’t soon forget. You can find the greatest selections in your area by searching for flowers near me or going to a flower shop in Manly.

Why Choose Local Flower Services?

Purchasing flowers from nearby stores or shops that you already know makes the process of decorating your house even more pleasurable. Fresh and superior flowers are guaranteed when you support local businesses, whether you’re looking for regular flowers or something more unique like rose delivery Sydney.

With the best flower delivery Sydney services, you can easily access premium arrangements tailored to your preferences. You can easily find floral designs that suit you or your home with local shops or vendors like flowers in Manly and flowers in Northern Beaches.

Conclusion

Adding flowers to your home’s décor not only improves its visual appeal but also makes you feel better and creates a comfortable mood. Flowers’ beauty can completely change your dining area, living room, bedroom, or hallway. To get the ideal flowers for your house, check out nearby stores and services.

[poppiesandamber]

Brighten Your Day with Blooms from Balgowlah's Finest: Poppies and Amber

Balgowlah, a vibrant suburb nestled on Sydney's Northern Beaches, is known for its stunning coastal views and charming community. And now, it has another reason to celebrate: the arrival of Poppies and Amber, a florist dedicated to bringing the beauty of nature to your doorstep.

Whether you're searching for the perfect bouquet to express your love, a vibrant arrangement to celebrate a special occasion, or a simple posy to brighten your home, Poppies and Amber in Balgowlah florist has you covered. They offer a stunning array of fresh, locally sourced flowers, expertly arranged to create breathtaking displays.

More Than Just Flowers:

Poppies and Amber isn't just your average florist. They're passionate about creating unique and personalized floral designs that reflect your individual style and needs. Their talented team takes the time to understand your vision, offering expert advice on flower selection, colour palettes, and arrangement styles. This personalized approach ensures that every bouquet, from classic roses to exotic orchids, is a true work of art.

A Bloom for Every Occasion:

Need a last-minute gift? Poppies and Amber offer same-day flower delivery in Balgowlah and the surrounding areas, ensuring your thoughtful gesture arrives fresh and on time. Their extensive selection caters to all occasions, including:

Birthdays: Surprise your loved ones with a burst of colour and fragrance.

Anniversaries: Celebrate your enduring love with a romantic bouquet.

Congratulations: Mark special achievements with a vibrant arrangement.

Sympathy: Offer comfort and condolences with a tasteful floral tribute.

Just Because: Brighten someone's day with a spontaneous gift of flowers.

Beyond the Bouquet:

Poppies and Amber also offers a range of other services, including:

Corporate floral arrangements: Elevate your workspace with stunning floral designs.

Wedding flowers: Create the perfect floral backdrop for your special day.

Event styling: Transform any event with breathtaking floral installations.

Why Choose Poppies and Amber in Balgowlah?

Fresh, high-quality flowers: Sourced locally and arranged with care.

Expert floral design: Unique and personalized arrangements to suit every taste.

Friendly and knowledgeable staff: Passionate about flowers and dedicated to customer satisfaction.

Convenient location in Balgowlah: Easy access and same-day delivery available.

Commitment to quality and service: Ensuring a delightful experience from start to finish.

Visit Poppies and Amber Today!

If you're looking for a florist in Balgowlah that offers exceptional quality, creativity, and service, look no further than Poppies and Amber. Visit their store today and experience the beauty of their floral creations. You can also browse their website or contact them directly to discuss your floral needs. Let Poppies and Amber help you express your sentiments and brighten your world with the magic of flowers.

Find Poppies and Amber in Balgowlah.

[ahmedz01]

Sydney: An Unforgettable Adventure

Sydney is one of the most famous tourist destinations in Australia and the world, thanks to its unique blend of culture, natural beauty, and modern experiences. As a local, I can assure you that this city is filled with adventures and unforgettable moments.

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Sydney Opera House:

 No visit to Sydney is complete without seeing the iconic Sydney Opera House. You can take an internal tour to learn about its history or enjoy a theatrical or musical performance.

Sydney Harbour Bridge:

 Climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge for breathtaking panoramic views of the city and the harbour. It’s a thrilling, adrenaline-packed experience.

Bondi Beach: 

Bondi Beach is one of the most famous beaches in the world. Enjoy swimming, surfing, or strolling along the coastal walkway. The beach is perfect for a relaxing sunny day.

Royal Botanic Garden:

 Take a stroll in the Royal Botanic Garden and explore a variety of plants and flowers. The garden also offers fantastic views of the Opera House and the bridge.

Taronga Zoo: 

Bring the family to Taronga Zoo to learn about a wide variety of wildlife. The zoo also provides live shows and interactive experiences.

Darling Harbour:

Enjoy shopping and dining at the vibrant Darling Harbour. You can also visit the aquarium or enjoy a harbour cruise.

Best Time to Visit:

The best time to visit Sydney is from September to November (spring) and from March to May (autumn). During these periods, temperatures are moderate and the weather is pleasant. You can enjoy outdoor activities without extreme heat or cold.

Local Tip:

Be sure to try the fresh seafood in Sydney. A visit to the Sydney Fish Market is an experience not to be missed. You can also enjoy a meal at one of the waterfront restaurants for an unforgettable dining experience.

I hope you enjoyed this brief tour of Sydney! If you need more details or tips, feel free to ask. 😊

Book now and enjoy a journey filled with excitement and wonder!

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