#devon house ice cream

[djladydior]

[novascharms]

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

a.n — double update cause it's a short one + apology for the contents of this chapter word count — 1.4 chapter index — prev. chap. — next chap. masterlist

seven

wednesday, january 29th

"no, i'm telling you, it's real! i read about it." devon pulls on hazel's arms as the four of you walk toward your school building. "someone talking about it in a tiktok video is not reading about it, devon." ivy laughs and devon shoves her to the side. "you believe me, right, y/n?" she turns to you and you're in this weird inbetween place where you can hear them, sort of but your mind is also in a million other places so you don't immediately answer.

"hey?" hazel rests an arm on your shoulder which halts you, "hm?" you ask and look at your three very concerned best friends. "you know we don't have to go, right? we can just..go to my house, get all the strawberry ice cream from the freezer and have a long discussion about ..cryptozoology. devon can tell us about that time she saw the loch ness monster again." she says and you smile when devon mutters something about her experience being 100% real.

"you have a perfect attendance, hazel. we are not going to tarnish that for..a boy. i'm okay." you try to sound convincing, try to convince yourself even because really, it shouldn't suck as much as it does. you knew that rafe somehow reciprocating your crush was wishful thinking. it was stupid to ever even entertain or let the idea play in your mind.

you'd had crushes before, even kissed two guys. once when you were fourteen and once when you were fifteen but looking at them never felt the same way as looking at rafe and you had never even come close to kissing him.

"but—"

"no. let's go." you force the three girls forward. you were first in your class, first in your entire grade, you singlehandedly organise almost every major and minor event at this school, you process all the complaints and changes students want almost weekly, you help your parents at home, you work at a bakery on saturdays, you volunteer on sundays. you are resilient and capable and rafe cameron is not going to bat his eyelashes and break you in one month of knowing him. it just wasn't going to happen. it couldn't.

you could avoid him, you think as you walk into the school building. right? this school was fairly big and truth be told, before you started tutoring, rafe didn't really stand out to you. things could go back to that time. they had too.

the first four hours went perfectly. you passed by the office and helped sandy with some paperwork until class started, then you went to class and were able to avoid him during the break as well.

you got nervous when lunchtime came around. you and your friends usually stayed in school during lunch which meant rafe could just walk up to you in the cafeteria but there were other places you could go. you could go to the green spaces or the common area. maybe even the bleachers in the basketball court though you never really liked the smell in there.

you eventually chose the green space. it was quiet and calm, just what you needed. you and your friends sat down and when you open your bag you realise you left your lunch in your locker. "i left my lunch in my locker, i'll be right back." you tell them and fish your key out of your bag before making your way out of the green space and down the stairs.

when you made it to the second floor, you walked to your locker, keys jiggling in your hands. "y/n?" your heart stopped at the sound of his voice, and the natural course of action when someone called your name was to stop or at least turn but you just kept walking. "uh huh?" you answered.

"hey, hold on!" he called and you heard him start to jog. you start to walk faster. "i..uhh am kinda in a hurry!"

"just wait." he grabs your wrist and whips you around. he looks unjustifiable good again. you force yourself to not make eye contact. "yes, rafe?" you find yourself saying in the most passive tone and his gaze lingers, filled with worry. "what happened yesterday? i texted you like ten times." he's visibly upset—crease between his brows, soft searching eyes boring it yours and it makes you upset and now you want to pinch yourself for being upset because you've created some kind of fucked up parasocial relationship with a guy who has no real interest in you.

"i..just wanted to go home. so, i went home." is the only thing you can come up with. it's technically the truth too. you pull your wrist away from his hand and he watches the action with a pained expression. "did something happen while i was gone? why didn't you come to me? i was going to take you home."

you shake your head nonchalantly dismissing him, "it's fine. i like walking, i barely exercise so i need it. it's absolutely fine." you're already turning around to find your locker but he's grabbing your wrist again, "why are you acting like this?" he's frustrated with you. you understand. you're acting different but you're frustrated with him too. even if you don't necessarily have the right to be. "you know i'm not that smart so stop playing fucking mind games with me."

you frown at his tone but also his choice of words. "you are smart, rafe. you're very smart." you correct, not liking it when he belittled himself. him not believing he was capable or smart was the whole reason he needed tutoring in the first place.

"yet i can't piece together why you're mad at me." he says, his tone displeased and you shake your head, finding his eyes. you find yourself wanting to appease him, wanting to make him feel better. you hate that he's upset, it coils something deep inside of you. "i am not mad. i'm not upset, i just..i didn't want to—" it was baffling how much you struggled to come up with a lie. you weren't a liar, okay? "i-i saw you, i saw..that you were, you were.. and i j-just—" you stammered and threw your head back in frustration.

he stared at you, eyes wide and expecting. "you just..what? how am i meant to fix it if you won't tell me what's wrong?"

"you haven't done anything wrong; if anything it's me. i—"

"you what? you didn't have fun? did someone hurt you?"

"no one did anything." you murmur and it seems to be what pushes him over the edge, "then what's wrong?" he snaps, his apparent annoyance bursting at the seams.

"nothing is wrong. there is nothing to fix, i just wanted to go home so i went home!" you yelled suddenly and rafe along with the couple of people still in the hallway stared at you in what could only be describe as utter surprise. "sorry..i'm sorry." you tried to collect whatever pride you still had and turned on your heel abandoning your food completely.

it started slowly. just slow breaths as you walked up the stairs, then that pit in your throat when you were on the third floor, followed by tears in your eyes that you were frantically trying to blink away on the fourth floor, and when you finally made it to green space, the tears were streaming down your cheeks and hazel was already standing up before you'd even made it to the table. "oh, no, sweetheart," she's pulling you in your arms and the dam just breaks and you're letting out everything you'd been holding in since that stupid bonfire. "it's okay, i'm so sorry, you're okay." her comforting whispers and gentle kisses are muffled and overshadowed by the way you're crying in her arms.

you feel ivy and devon's hands on your back, rubbing slow circles, "we got you," you feel a warm hug from behind and one on the side. you're completely cooped up, unable to even see anymore light, just little cracks. either way your vision is blurry with tears. "i w-wanna go h-home.." you hiccup in hazel's neck and you can feel her nodding. "we'll go home. we're going home."

hazel's parents are surprised to see the four of you home but when they see which state you're in, they barely question it. her mom orders take out, the junkiest junk food they can find, she calls your mom to tell her where you are, you pile onto the couch and they don't mention rafe once. you have a six-hour-long discussion about cryptozoology and the science behind mythical creatures.

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[angellovesravon222]

"Love me a big booty bitch..."

Big booty activities can be a pain in the ass... Literally.

The party itself was lame, cheap ass drinks and wanna be thugs smoking on the couch, nonchalant guys in the corners of the room getting the attention of the all the girls that dare waste their time on a guy like that.

M/n didn't even wanna come, he just came for food and drinks, maybe a hookup if he was feeling it.

Now M/n was a decent looking guy, he had a (b/t), he was pretty attractive for a little gay boy, as his classmates would say.

He didn't usually wear anything skimpy, but why not try and get out of his comfort zone? He wore dark wash low rised jeans, these boots covered in fur his sister insisted would make his outfit cuter, a black thong, and this cropped fuzzy jacket that had fur around the hood. It was pretty cute considering it was cold out and most people either overdressed or barely wore anything at all.

He sighed as he wandered around the house, making his way to the large kitchen. The whole house smelt rank as fuck and he just needed a drink and some fresh air.

He walked into the empty kitchen, the only thing there being pizza boxes, packs of beer, and his sister making out with some random girl he's never seen before.

At least she was having fun.

Ángel grabbed a few beers before exiting the crowded house, leaving through the backdoor and making his way to the side of the house where nobody else dared to go.

He huffed as he walked through the grass, turning around the house only to be face to face with... A druggie?

M/n let out a soft gasp as he stepped back to get a good look at the man. He wore all black clothes, like, literally all black. His jeans were baggy and black, he wore black air forces, his hoodie was black too! Safe to say he really liked the color black...!

He had a septum along with an eyebrow piercing, all in gold. It suited him quite well to be honest. His skin was as dark as chocolate, smooth shiny skin like a melted chocolate scoop of ice cream from Baskin robins.

He smelt like weed and a strong cologne, so strong it almost repulsed M/n. "Shit, sorry I didn't know someone was here... Can I chill here for a sec?" Ángel spoke softly as he swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked up to the man.

The boy only looked down at him, taking his cigarette with his free hand and flicking it off beside him. "I don't care." He didn't pay M/n any attention while taking out another cigarette and lighting it.

"okay...?" M/n only sighed silently as he at beside the mystery guy.

M/n didn't bother looking at the guy, simply popping open a beer and looking out into the garden Infront of them. It was pretty calm and peaceful compared to the party inside.

The man beside him slid down the wall, settling to sit down next to M/n.

"beer?" M/n offered the man, only side eyeing the man, not making any effort to really use his body at this point.

"sure..." He accepted, taking the cold beverage and cracking it open.

"What's your name?" M/n almost hesitated to even ask but it's not like he knew anyone else at the party other then his sister. "Devon, you?" The man- er, Devon answered with a gruff voice. It was deep and raspy, almost dry. Probably from cigarettes.

"M/n, what you doing just sitting here alone?"

"I could ask you the same..."

"it's really boring in there and my sister was busy making out with some rando..."

Devon chuckled as he set his beer on the floor, leaning on the house.

They both relaxed with one another, not realizing this wouldnt be the only time they'd be together..

<3

Soft plaps of skin slapping and groans echoed in the closet as M/n let out throaty moans, or at least the ones that could escape his palm.

His breath hitched as Devons hands traveled around his body, one hand playing with M/n's nipple while the other jerked M/n off.

"It's so warm... So- tight!" Devon groaned as he nuzzled his face into M/Ms neck, inhaling his scent.

His smell was addicting to Devon, almost making him go crazy...

To be continued <3

Guys I'm not the best at writing but ya know give me a break 🙄

Anyway this is just something I thought of yesterday and I know I can put a lot more effort into it but yea please give me suggestions/requests of what to write 🤗

[backside-into-the-heavenly]

The History of the Yule Log 🪵🎄

The custom of burning the Yule Log goes back to, and before, medieval times. It was originally a Nordic tradition. Yule is the name of the old Winter Solstice festivals in Scandinavia and other parts of northern Europe, such as Germany.❄️❄️

The Yule Log was originally an entire tree, that was carefully chosen and brought into the house with great ceremony. The largest end of the log would be placed into the fire hearth while the rest of the tree stuck out into the room! The log would be lit from the remains of the previous year's log which had been carefully stored away and slowly fed into the fire through the Twelve Days of Christmas. It was considered important that the re-lighting process was carried out by someone with clean hands. Nowadays, of course, most people have central heating so it is very difficult to burn a tree!

In Provence (in France), it is traditional that the whole family helps to cut the log down and that a little bit is burnt each night. If any of the log is left after Twelfth Night, it is kept safe in the house until the next Christmas to protect against lightning! In some parts of The Netherlands, this was also done, but the log had to be stored under a bed! In some eastern European countries, the log was cut down on Christmas Eve morning and lit that evening.

In Cornwall (in the UK), the log is called 'The Mock'. The log is dried out and then the bark is taken off it before it comes into the house to be burnt. Also in the UK, barrel makers (or Coopers as barrel makers were traditionally called) gave their customers old logs that they could not use for making barrels for Yule logs. (My surname is Cooper, but I don't make barrels! My Great Grandfather did own a walking stick factory though!)

The custom of the Yule Log spread all over Europe and different kinds of wood are used in different countries. In England, Oak is traditional; in Scotland, it is Birch; while in France, it's Cherry. Also, in France, the log is sprinkled with wine, before it is burnt, so that it smells nice when it is lit.🥂🍷

In Devon and Somerset in the UK, some people have a very large bunch of Ash twigs instead of the log. This comes from a local legend that Joseph, Mary and Jesus were very cold when the shepherds found them on Christmas Night. So the shepherds got some bunches of twigs to burn to keep them warm.

In some parts of Ireland, people have a large candle instead of a log and this is only lit on New Year's Eve and Twelfth Night.

Different chemicals can be sprinkled on the log like wine to make the log burn with different colored flames!🔥

* Potassium Nitrate = Violet

* Barium Nitrate = Apple Green

* Borax = Vivid Green

* Copper Sulphate = Blue

* * Table Salt = Bright Yellow

This sounds very dangerous, so please only try this out with some adult supervision!!

The ashes of Yule logs were meant to be very good for plants. This is true, because the ash from burnt wood contains a lot of 'potash', which helps plant flowers. But if you throw the ashes out on Christmas day it was supposedly very unlucky.

A Chocolate Yule Log or 'Bûche de Noël' is now a popular Christmas dessert or pudding. It's traditionally eaten in France and Belgium, where they are known as 'Kerststronk' in Flemish.

They are made of a chocolate sponge roll layered with cream. The outside is covered with chocolate or chocolate icing and decorated to look like a bark-covered log. Some people like to add extra decorations such as marzipan mushrooms!

[natteryaktoad]

Ash & Blossom Hart, Day 86, Part 11

Does Blossom know a swarm of teens are about to depend on that food?

Blossom: There's more chilli on the counter, girls - help yourselves.

Meredith: Thanks, Auntie Blossom.

Hmm, they might need some more food if they're going to feed those boys too.

Gulliver: Do we have any space for flowers in the garden?

Blossom: Hmm, maybe out the front of the house?

Devon wishes his sister's friends weren't his cousins, too young for him or already in relationships.

Haddie: Hi Adie! I wanted to ask you to come and play but Mama says it's too late and maybe tomorrow.

Haddie's not at all intimidated by all these teens!

Haddie: I'll play dancy music and you can all dance, okay?

Ember: If you can clear up the chili dishes, I'll get out the ice cream!

Freddy: Ooh, ice cream!

(he walked off to make the beds instead)

Ember brought the whole crowd home with her afterwards and they swarmed around, eating all the food, as teens do.

[tobymybaby]

Headcanons (hint of reed and devon friendship):

reed stand on a stool/chair while scolding Devon about turning in horror stories for homework (he thought it would be juenvile and the teacher wouldn't approve it) because hes short (think devon is one inch tall then him) dev would eventually tease him about his height

devon would write about horror stories in his free time

whenever alexa is sad, reed would cheer her up by giving her ice cream and they watch a movie together

Shelly enjoys hanging out with reed when their partners in biology because he would rant about how disgusting it is and show signs of distaste (they were gonna dissect a frog) and she would find it amusing

Reed ABSOLUTELY hate horror movies, devon would watch a spooky movie with him and he would hide in his arms or squeak at the jumpscares

Reed kinda feel bad about complaining about how bad things are in their house because he felt his father didn't take his mother death too well so he tone it down just to be grateful/not be a burden to his father grief (he's trying to be a good son and a brother ok)

ALL of these are (10/10)

But the stool one is 10000/10 , I can't get it out my head now 😂

[barclaysangel]

Future Jevon AU because yeah??

Jake: So…what do you want?

Devon: Mm…I want a white house with blue shutters. Ooh, and a perfect view of the neighborhood so you can draw!

Jake: *smile* Anything else?

Devon: Yes! I want a porch with those swings, a huge one. And a huge backyard too, for campfires and camping! And as much space as possible, and lots and lots of mirrors! And we can drink hot chocolate, eat ice cream in the summer and stargaze once the sun goes down…

Jake: Is that all?

Devon: Yep. I am a very simple man Jake.

Jake: You still don’t want kids?

Devon: Mm…only three or four. No more, maybe less.

Jake: Of course.

Devon: You promise?

Jake: I swear on my art degree, yes. I will do everything I can to get you those things.

OKAOWNISBAISNSJSBSJSBS THEYRE SO CUTE

AHHHHHH OMG I LOVE THISSSSS

[palakpahwa01]

Ultimate 5-Day Jamaica Itinerary on a Budget: Sun, Sand, and Savings!

Jamaica, the land of reggae rhythms, golden beaches, and lush mountains, is a dream destination for many. If you're planning to explore this Caribbean paradise without breaking the bank, you’ve come to the right place. Here’s a comprehensive 5-day Jamaica itinerary that blends adventure, relaxation, and budget-friendly experiences.

Day 1: Welcome to Montego Bay

Morning: Arrival and Beach Time

Land at Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay and check into a budget-friendly guesthouse or hostel.

Head straight to Doctor’s Cave Beach, a pristine spot with crystal-clear waters and soft white sand. Entry fees are affordable, and you can rent beach chairs and umbrellas for a nominal cost.

Afternoon: Explore Hip Strip

Stroll along the Hip Strip (Gloucester Avenue) for some local vibes, street food, and souvenir shopping.

Stop by a jerk chicken stand for a taste of Jamaica’s famous spicy delicacy.

Evening: Sunset at Rick’s Cafe (Optional)

If you can spare some time and budget, take a short trip to Rick’s Cafe in Negril. Known for its breathtaking sunsets and cliff diving, this iconic spot offers unforgettable views.

Day 2: Adventure in Ocho Rios

Morning: Dunn’s River Falls

Take a budget-friendly bus or shared taxi to Ocho Rios, about an hour and a half from Montego Bay.

Spend the morning climbing the cascading Dunn’s River Falls, one of Jamaica’s most famous natural attractions. Entry fees are reasonable, and it’s an experience worth every penny.

Afternoon: Mystic Mountain (Optional)

If you’re up for more adventure, visit Mystic Mountain for ziplining and bobsledding inspired by Jamaica’s Olympic team. Look for discounted tickets online to save on costs.

Alternatively, relax at the nearby Mahogany Beach, a free-entry beach with a chill vibe.

Evening: Local Dining

Dine at a local eatery like Miss T’s Kitchen, known for its authentic Jamaican cuisine at wallet-friendly prices.

Day 3: Cultural Immersion in Kingston

Morning: Bob Marley Museum

Start early and take a bus to Kingston, the vibrant capital of Jamaica.

Visit the Bob Marley Museum, located in the reggae legend’s former home. It’s a must-see for music lovers and offers insights into Jamaica’s cultural heritage.

Afternoon: Devon House and Emancipation Park

Stop by Devon House, a historical mansion where you can enjoy Jamaica’s famous Devon House I-Scream (ice cream) without splurging.

Walk over to Emancipation Park, a serene green space perfect for relaxation and people-watching.

Evening: Street Food Tour

Kingston is a street food haven. Try pan chicken, festival (fried dough), or patties from local vendors for a satisfying and affordable dinner.

Day 4: Port Antonio’s Hidden Gems

Morning: Blue Lagoon

Travel to Port Antonio, one of Jamaica’s most beautiful yet budget-friendly destinations.

Visit the Blue Lagoon, a stunning turquoise water body fed by freshwater springs. Entry is free, and boat tours are available at reasonable rates.

Afternoon: Frenchman’s Cove

Head to Frenchman’s Cove Beach, a hidden gem where a freshwater river meets the sea. The entry fee is minimal, and the lush surroundings are picture-perfect.

Evening: Boston Bay

End the day at Boston Bay, the birthplace of jerk cuisine. Enjoy mouthwatering jerk pork or chicken while mingling with locals.

Day 5: Relax and Reflect

Morning: Reach Falls

Visit Reach Falls, another hidden gem known for its cascading waterfalls and natural pools. It’s less crowded and more affordable than Dunn’s River Falls.

Afternoon: Rio Grande Rafting

Experience bamboo rafting on the Rio Grande River. It’s a tranquil and budget-friendly activity that lets you soak in the natural beauty of Jamaica.

Evening: Farewell Dinner

Return to Montego Bay for a farewell dinner at a local eatery. Reflect on your adventure-packed five days while enjoying a plate of ackee and saltfish or curry goat.

Budget Travel Tips for Jamaica

Use Route Taxis: These shared taxis are a cheap and authentic way to get around.

Eat Like a Local: Street food and local eateries offer delicious meals at a fraction of the price of touristy restaurants.

Book Early: Secure accommodations and activities in advance to snag the best deals.

Travel Off-Season: Visit during the low season (April to November) for lower prices and fewer crowds.

Stay Flexible: Opt for free or low-cost attractions like beaches and parks to keep your trip within budget.

By following this 5-day Jamaica itinerary, you’ll experience the best of the island’s natural beauty, culture, and cuisine without breaking the bank. Whether you’re hiking waterfalls, lounging on sun-kissed beaches, or savoring jerk chicken, Jamaica promises memories to last a lifetime. Pack your bags, stick to the plan, and get ready for an unforgettable Caribbean adventure. For more Details You can Visit https://palakpahwa.com/.

[vincentdunn]

The duo behind Pinch turn an ice-cream factory into a glorious house in the Devon countryside | House & Garden

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[lindsaywesker]

Good morning, good afternoon or whatever time it is! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at the breakfast bar of my friend’s beautiful house in Jamaica, attired in shorts and T-shirt (the blue towelling robe has stayed in London), enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Happy Hump Day!

The wake is not until Thursday, so I have another day with my friends in Tower Isle. Tuesday was a very enjoyable tour of the island. Luckily for me, Brian and Denise needed to make stops in different places. It was almost like being in a reggae song; we passed through Kingston Town, Up Park Camp and Spanish Town, stopping in Portmore and this amazing place called Devon House in St. Andrew. Built in 1881, it’s the former residence of George Stiebel, Jamaica's first black millionaire. His residence has been restored and is operated as a house museum and National Heritage Site. We didn’t even visit the house, we just went to the Devon House bakery for probably the most delicious pattie I’ve ever had in my life! We didn’t stop off at the Devon House ice cream parlour, which I hear is amazing. Another time. My taste buds have truly been caressed over the last 48 hours!

Sitting in the back of the car, smiling to myself, the warm breeze rushing through my hair, my peace was broken by a phone call from London, and news that a lovely singer I’ve known for 40 years had just died. Life is short.

We’ve been absorbed with the recent P.Diddy revelations. A lot of very big names have been dragged into this story. There are some very strong and very strange allegations being made by commentators on YouTube and Twitter. It made me think about who we can trust. Who can we believe in? Who should we be admiring and idolising? How many of these wealthy, high-profile musicians/producers are actually just pimps and/or perverts? And did they even get into music to make great music? Young people view them as role models! It makes me question everybody and everything.

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all. Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.

[madchild-dennis]

I thought the east Indian mango I just ate would take away my Devon house ice cream craving.

Unfortunately it didn't.

I'm going to be obedient to Holy Spirit that say I must eat what I crave without limitation because he will provide. So I'll spend my last $1000JMD while I have no more money nor clue where I'd get it. So after making sure I have fare to go home and return back. I'll buy $650 JMD Devon House ice cream.

[the-sweet-life-ja]

Cookies n Cream courtesy of Devon House I-Scream (Jamaica)

[royalpain16]

The History of The Yule Log at Christmas - WhyChristmas.com

The custom of burning the Yule Log goes back to, and before, medieval times. It was originally a Nordic tradition. Yule is the name of the old Winter Solstice festivals in Scandinavia and other parts of northern Europe, such as Germany.

The Yule Log was originally an entire tree, that was carefully chosen and brought into the house with great ceremony. The largest end of the log would be placed into the fire hearth while the rest of the tree stuck out into the room! The log would be lit from the remains of the previous year's log which had been carefully stored away and slowly fed into the fire through the Twelve Days of Christmas. It was considered important that the re-lighting process was carried out by someone with clean hands. Nowadays, of course, most people have central heating so it is very difficult to burn a tree!

In Provence (in France), it is traditional that the whole family helps to cut the log down and that a little bit is burnt each night. If any of the log is left after Twelfth Night, it is kept safe in the house until the next Christmas to protect against lightning! In some parts of The Netherlands, this was also done, but the log had to be stored under a bed! In some eastern European countries, the log was cut down on Christmas Eve morning and lit that evening.

In Cornwall (in the UK), the log is called 'The Mock'. The log is dried out and then the bark is taken off it before it comes into the house to be burnt. Also in the UK, barrel makers (or Coopers as barrel makers were traditionally called) gave their customers old logs that they could not use for making barrels for Yule logs. (My surname is Cooper, but I don't make barrels! My Great Grandfather did own a walking stick factory though!)

The custom of the Yule Log spread all over Europe and different kinds of wood are used in different countries. In England, Oak is traditional; in Scotland, it is Birch; while in France, it's Cherry. Also, in France, the log is sprinkled with wine, before it is burnt, so that it smells nice when it is lit.

In Devon and Somerset in the UK, some people have a very large bunch of Ash twigs instead of the log. This comes from a local legend that Joseph, Mary and Jesus were very cold when the shepherds found them on Christmas Night. So the shepherds got some bunches of twigs to burn to keep them warm.

In some parts of Ireland, people have a large candle instead of a log and this is only lit on New Year's Eve and Twelfth Night.

Different chemicals can be sprinkled on the log like wine to make the log burn with different colored flames!

Potassium Nitrate = Violet

Barium Nitrate = Apple Green

Borax = Vivid Green

Copper Sulphate = Blue

Table Salt = Bright Yellow

This sounds very dangerous, so please only try this out with some adult supervision!!

The ashes of Yule logs were meant to be very good for plants. This is true, because the ash from burnt wood contains a lot of 'potash', which helps plant flowers. But if you throw the ashes out on Christmas day it was supposedly very unlucky!

A Chocolate Yule Log or 'Bûche de Noël' is now a popular Christmas dessert or pudding. It's traditionally eaten in France and Belgium, where they are known as 'Kerststronk' in Flemish.

They are made of a chocolate sponge roll layered with cream. The outside is covered with chocolate or chocolate icing and decorated to look like a bark-covered log. Some people like to add extra decorations such as marzipan mushrooms.

Chocolate Yule Log or 'Bûche de Noël' is now a popular Christmas dessert or pudding. It's traditionally eaten in France and Belgium, where they are known as 'Kerststronk' in Flemish.

They are made of a chocolate sponge roll layered with cream. The outside is covered with chocolate or chocolate icing and decorated to look like a bark-covered log. Some people like to add extra decorations such as marzipan mushrooms!

[theblasianwitch]

I don't see a lot of people talk about the white witch of rose hall and being able to stay in her home so I commend you OP for that. Devon House also sells white witch trinkets across from its ice cream parlor.

Idk if this will gain traction but near my home town stretching down to Port Royal you can also find the pirate graveyard, the black sand beaches, drop sea beach, and the giddy house. In the other direction is a place called Mineral which is now a pool but use to have open spring baths. The pool is entirely made from mineral water that travels down the mountains and gets naturally filtered so you enjoy a swim while also absorbing some natural benefits. Within there's also some lovely gazebos and bridge set ups around the connected stream and pond preserve that's home to some beautiful fish and reptiles. I will not share my other fav places cause they are too sacred to locals.

.... damn I miss home

Top Tourist Attractions in Jamaica

Navigation:

Port Antonio

Ocho Rios

Rio Grande River

Mayfield Falls

Negril beach

Montego Bay

Kingston

John Crow Mountains National Park

Rose Hall Great House

Known as the “birthplace of reggae”, Jamaica is considered by many as a treasure of natural jewels on earth. Golden beaches lined with lush green mountains, raging seas, ancient coral reefs, and lively rainforest makes is a popular summer destination. 

Nature lover folks will find activities from hiking to bird watching in the jungle, to diving in the colorful reefs. Jamaica is also famous for its many historic plantations where tourist can taste it’s abundant tropical fruits while touring the grand and great houses.

Several of the tourist spots include Montego Bay, Ocho Rios, Negril, and Port Antonio. But Montenegro Bay remains as the top choice destination in Jamaica. While cruise ships regularly visit Ocho Rios, other people are busy exploring Ecoto in Kingston, where Bob Marley’s used to reside. 

Jamaica is a one-stop destination for all; from adrenaline junkies who seek thrilling adventure to nature lovers, and beachgoers. Leaving the island is never easy. That’s why some people visit museums and other historical places in Jamaica to bring something back home. 

Whenever your go, Jamaica is full of luscious rainforests, fruit plantations, and pristine beaches. Here are the wonderful and beautiful spots in Jamaica:

Port Antonio

Port Antonio is the third largest port in Jamaica and one of the most important shipping point for both bananas and coconuts. The place has a tropical climate, hurricane season start from May to November. To get the most of your vacation, months of December to April are the best. Featured in many Hollywood films, it perceived as the ‘ideal paradise escape’ for its luscious rainforests and pristine beaches. Have a taste of authentic Port Antonio; visit the famous Bush Bar restaurant for a bit of ‘high-dining’ island style. 

Ocho Rios

Tourist stay at Ocho Rios to see the cascading waterholes called Blue Hole also known as Island Gully Falls or the Irie Blue Hole. The views are perfect for that epic Instagram post. Some adrenaline junkies climb up the hill to get an almost bird’s eye view of the whole area. For an experience of a lifetime, few dared to jump off cliffs down to the clear waters below. 

Rio Grande River

As the birthplace of river rafting in Jamaica, it’s a must to start your ride here – a place where they use to transport bananas from the plantation to Port Antonio. Around 1911, there was an abundant banana harvest traversing through the same passageways. Errol Flynn started the whole idea of rafting on the island as he challenged his guests in a rafting race one night. Since then, it becomes of the most popular things to do in the Rio Grande – at some point inspired other carnival ride for its unique thrill. It traverses through Berrydale or Grants Level and ends at Rafters Rest on the coast, it usually takes about two to three hours depending on your entry point.

Mayfield Falls

Situated in the mountains, and about an hour drive from Negril, Mayfield Falls is a destination itself. Nature lovers especially young couples would enjoy its seclusion. The place is like a heart of the rainforest with two breathtaking waterfalls, 44 mineral pools, 21 natural jacuzzis, and tropical greenery. Mayfield Falls houses different kinds of plants and beautiful blooming flowers. Take a break from your usual music preference and listen to the most soothing music of Mother Nature. Cross the wooden bridge going to Rasta Village and explore the heart of Reggae Style Mayfield Village as well as its local folklore.

Negril beach

For anyone who wants to get their perfect tan, Negril Beach is one of the most beautiful beaches in Jamaica. Along the Caribbean’s best beaches, it’s lined with white powdery sand and crystal clear blue water. The beach stretches out from Bloody Bay to Long Bay and ends just near Negril Cliffs. If ever you get bored of the usual beach scene (which is impossible) there are also water activities. Snorkeling is a popular thing to do in this place because you don’t need to get that far to see schools of fish. 

Montego Bay

During the 1920s, a famous British osteopath claimed about the curative powers of Montego Bay after dipping in its mysterious water. Words of its healing waters reached worldwide and started to attract visitors. Soon after the place was known as Doctor’s Cave Beach but a strong hurricane devastated the area. Today, the place is a popular stop for many cruise ships.

Kingston

A visit to Jamaica is never complete without touring The Bob Marley Museum, the reggae superstar’s former home. Many tourists who visit Kingston always check the museum. The city is a big contrast to the paradisal view of Montego Bay, it can be gritty but some offers organized tours throughout the city. Go sightseeing where reggae was born; try to see the Trench Town Culture Yard Museum in the ghetto where reggae music originated.

Most organized tours go about historic places like Devon House, and other museums including National Gallery and the Natural History Museum. To get to know more of Jamaica check out the National Heritage Park to explore its rich history. But to experience their world renown music, drop by Emancipation Park, if you are lucky you can get to see a free musical concert. 

John Crow Mountains National Park

Listed under UNESCO World Heritage Site, it boasts of unspoiled nature and preserved an important historical moment in the island. Taino, the indigenous people of Jamaica take refuge in the John Crow Mountains National Park. It’s filled with lush rainforest, coffee plantations, and more than 80 endemic plants. It’s a great way to be with nature while exploring Jamaica’s history.

Rose Hall Great House

For a unique vacation experience, you might want to stay at the Rose Hall Great House. Built-in 1770 where Annie Palmer (the White Witch) used to live, it has an amazing view of the ocean as well as magnificent sunrise or sunset. The house was preserved with period furniture and fixtures. Beautiful it may seem the mansion hides a dark secret; some say her spirit still roams her house. Evening tours are popular because guests can stay for a handful serving of ghost sightings and tales of her.

from Carved Lake Art Blog http://blog.carvedlakeart.com/2018/04/top-tourist-attractions-in-jamaica.html

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Mari kicked down the dressing room door with a bang so loud Kevin jumped and spilled his hot coffee cup all over himself. Hearing his yelps of pain, Astrid peaked her head out of the curtain, laughed at his expense then shut it again. Maria ignored that.

They strutted out to where the boys were sitting and struck a pose. “Can I rock cottage core or can I rock cottage core?”

Kit didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply nodded instead. While the baby blue dress with short, ruffled sleeves looked a bit out of place paired with Mari’s bulging muscles, she looked absolutely stunning.

The Merry Hoes were located in the back room of the antique store Kevin’s family owned. The Chu’s just got a large donation of vintage clothing. Mari had just gotten their pay check from the downworlder gym she worked at. Kit and Astrid really didn’t want to do their maths homework. It was destiny.

Despite being downworlders both Blessica and Kevin still lived at home. Mari, though, lived with the rest of their pack in an old Edwardian mansion a few blocks away from school. However the five of them slept over at each other’s place of residence so often they blurred together in the young Herondale’s mind. He could really only tell them apart by their smells.

Mari’s reeked of dirty laundry as they were one of four folks on the feminine side of the gender scale out of the lycanthropy of London, Blessica excluded. Her house smelled like Ube, a type of yam her Filipino parents put in everything. Kit couldn’t complain. Ube flavoured ice cream was the best thing he’s ever eaten. Aside from Mari. Though he wasn’t usually the one… Nevermind.

Kevin’s house smelled of Longjing tea and red wine. A peculiar combination that oddly enough, worked quite well.

Astrid had two homes as her parents divorced at the age of six. Stepping into her mom’s house was like stepping into a cookie factory. Which made sense as her mom owned a bakery and lived above it. Kit didn’t know exactly what Astrid’s dad’s place smelled like, let alone looked like, but he could make an educated guess that it was similar to the Los Angeles Institute because it was in LA too.

After they separated, Miss Yang fled to Devon to dodge the possibility of seeing her ex-husband when they exchanged Astrid. Kit related to her on a deep, personal level.

Now Astrid spent her summers in America and Kit drained his battery on international phone calls.

Her three months in the USA each year helped him bond with her better when they had first been introduced. For example, her ringtone was the Perry the Platypus theme song. Blessica, Kevin and Maria had no clue what it was but when the music reached Kit’s ears, the two sang an epic duet that put Kiss Me More (the second most iconic duet in history) to shame.

“How much is this anyway,” asked Mari, turning in a circle to see if there was a price tag. In the process she sent the fabric fluttering as she went. It made them look more magical than ever.

“There is no price on fabulousness,” said Astrid. She had on loose, black dress pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders with gold blemishes.

“Yes there is,” replied Kevin. “54 euros.”

“54 euros,” exclaimed Mari.

“Well it would have been €34 but you made me spill my coffee and this shirt was 20 so..”

“Seriously, Kev. I will fuck your mom. You think I won’t?” A pause. “Wait, only twenty €20?”

“Oh, I know right! There is this incredible thrift store down on Fleet Street and-”

“Don’t care,” interrupted Mar. She took one last look in the mirror before turning back to him. “I’ll give you your parents' price, not your dramatic ass’s one.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Fine. But it’s an extra €10 for the shoes.”

Mari looked down at her tan sandals. They leaned against the door they just excited to take the footwear off. “Racist,” she muttered under her breath.

“I’m literally Chinese.”

“Homophobic, then.”

“Pansexaul,” he sang.

Mari was silent for a moment before she banged on the door into the room Blessica was changing into her rose pink gown. “Blessie! Do I have permission to call Kev transphobic in your name?”

“Hey,” said Kevin, looking up from his task of rubbing a paper towel across his sheer, white shirt. “That’s cheating. Blessie, don’t listen to them!”

The nickname ‘Blessie’ was what her family exclusively called her. She turned red when they had first found out. Granted, it wasn’t hard to make Blessica blush. All she had to do was stand in Kevin’s general area.

“Blessica,” called Mari once again. When she still didn’t answer, Maria stood up and pressed their forehead against the changing room door. “You okay?”

“No,” Blessica croaked out finally. Her hoarse voice was laced with sorrow. Upon hearing her speak, Kevin abandoned any hope of saving his top and joined Mari at the door. Kit and Astrid were quick to follow.

“Hey,” said Astrid gently. “What’s wrong?”

Blessica began to sob. “The dress doesn’t fit right,” she whimpered.

“That’s okay,” soothed Kevin. “We have other sizes.”

“Kev, it doesn’t fit my body because it wasn’t made for my body. I just feel so ugly.” All the other Merry Hoes made various sounds of distress. Kit was instantly reminded of Dru,

He was suddenly fifteen again. In Ty’s bedroom as he told him of all the times she’d been told she wasn’t pretty by members of the Shadowhunter society. And all the times Emma or Julian or another member of her family had reassured her that she was. The thought occurred to Kit that maybe they weren’t Emma-y as Blessica needed them to be.

“It’s just like,” started Blessica, “I started taking Estrogen seven months ago, you know? And I still don’t have anything to show for it.”

His mind was racing a mile a minute. “Yes you do,” he said.

“I do?” she asked, sounding dubious.

“Your voice!”

“You do have a really nice voice,” agreed Astrid. “You could totally narrate audiobooks or something.”

“No it’s not,” grumbled Kevin.

“Kevin,” said Mari, glaring daggers at him. ‘Kevin’ in this case didn’t mean Kevin. It meant ‘Shut your mouth right or I will actually kill you’.

“No, not like that! It’s just…” he was blushing profusely now. “Her voice is like the rain. Most of the time it’s soft and warm and it wraps you in one big, wet hug. You can’t help but feel, well, blessed to get to feel it touching your skin.. But when it rains hard you feel every single drop land. But no matter what kind of rain it is, the impact is always enormous. Uh, yeah, her voice is like that.” There was a moment of prolonged silence, where Blessica had stopped crying but no one was brave enough to talk.

The door opened and Kit, Kevin and Astrid stumbled backwards. Mari didn’t. Stupid gorgous jock, Kit thought as she survayed her inferiourors.

Blessica stood in the open doorway. Her eyes were puffy and red. The dress looked perfect on her. Not that this style hadn’t looked perfect on Mari but their arms were so thick, they filled up the entire selve. Blessica was so petite you could see her bones clearly through the skin. It highlighted the flowness of the gown extremely well. “You guys like my voice?” Then, “why are you all staring at me, is it that bad?”

“Blessie,” said Mari. “You can’t just put on that in front of four people who like women and expect them not to stare.”

“Respectfully, of course,” added Kit.

“Just tell us if it makes you uncomfortable,” agreed Kevin.

“Step on me,” breathed Astrid.

“But then again,” said Mari, “you validate yourself too.”

“Run me over with a cement truck.”

“We can see your hot as fuck. But more importantly you have to believe you’re hot as fuck.”

“You could literally kill me and I’d get on my knees to thank you.”

Blessica was blushing as hard as Kevin now. They sheepishly smiled at each other before turning away. “Simp,” said Kit and he held out his hand. Astrid dutifully rewarded him with a high five.

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The Squad™ (✨Just Main Ocs ✨)

Honey

- Loves pizza and used to ate it daily.

-Max's twin

-Works as a kind of lawn mower.

- Was kicked from his parents's house (Doesn't know that it was an idea of his mother).

-Optimistic? Pessimistic? Your choice.

-Thinks way too fast in situations, and sometimes in a wrong way, assuming the worst.

-Was best friends with Richard in highschool and even had a crush on him.

-His favorite animal are ducks.

-Canonically has 3 braincells.

- Is likely to get very nervous, even stuttering in some cases.

-Has a very neutral voice.

-It's possible that he has nightmares related to his mom.

Max

- Honey's twin

-Moved out before Honey was kicked out (Due to pressure, and didn't knew the latter until he moved to Clayhill)

-Works in a office.

- His favorite animal are also ducks, and has a duck pet called Daron.

-Can be kind of temperal at times, and can be annoyed easily.

-Maybe even can be too resentful, but not always.

- No doubt to be a pessimistic.

-His amount of braincells is still a mistery.

- Met Richard in highschool, and had a crush on him too.

-✨ Fragile Masculinity ✨

-Can make conclusions fast, which can be both a good or bad thing.

Richard

- Friendliest guy ever.

-Has moved from place to place with Mark, settled in Clayhill after a while.

-Works in a office (too).

-His parents and Mark's parents were friends, they met since they were little, but couldn't see eachother often because of the distance.

- Allergic to strawberries.

-Very optimistic, and honest too.

-Used to have a cat pet called Bigotes.

- Was best friends with Honey in highschool, lost contact with him a short time after graduating.

- One of the strongest ones in the group, and one of the tallest.

-Visits his parents whenever he can.

Cheviry

- Used to be Honey's neighbour at first, met him when both were shopping.

-Works as a gardener.

-Is a recently outgoing person, but is still shy in many situations.

- Doesn't have a favorite animal, but probably could be bunnies and cats.

-Has a liking for coffee, sweets and lemonade.

- Allergic to walnuts .

- Has a collection of both plushies and bows, been collecting them without noticing.

- Best friends with Bruno and a girl named Ámbar during his middle school and highschool

-He went to a theatre club, stills has some skills in that.

Mark

-Richard's best friend

-Works as a messenger, kind of (?

- Met Richard since they were little, and at a certain age began to live with him.

- Moved out to live with Devon a time after being boyfriends, still lives in Clayhill.

Devon

-Mark's boyfriend

- Works as a paramedic

- May or may not have some berets.

-Seems to be very organized, both in activities and time.

Bruno

- Maybe the only one who doesn't live in Clayhill, but there is a chance that he will in a future.

-Has a couple of friends in the city he lives.

-Works as a accountant.

- Considered Cheviry as a close friend, came to Clayhill the first time because of that.

- Calls his parents pretty often.

- Plays videogames in free time, either that or read some comics.

- Loves any kind of animal, still gets excited to go to a zoo.

- Doesn't consider himself a optimistic or a pessimistic, thinks those two can be extreme.

Hashler

-Appeared literally out of nowhere, apparently was lost.

- Ended being Richard's roomate after meeting, mainly because she seemed to not have a house.

- Seems to write in another language, but doesn't use it so much to speak.

-She is pretty chill, and has a stoic manner of speaking most of the times.

- Likes ice cream a lot, and other sugary food.

- Her clothes are often having a pattern of stripes.

-Could be working in a office or as a caver, after a time.

-Does little statues of wood as a hobby.

- Sometimes doesn't get too well social clues.