#devon house ice cream

[djladydior]

[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

http://dlvr.it/T6N31M

[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.

[greysonfic]

Fucking the Boy Next Door 1.1

(This is only the first section from my original fiction, Fucking the Boy Next Door. You can read the whole first part on my AO3 page. Hope you enjoy)

Connor wasn't ready to start his new life. Yet here he was, shacked up with his family in his Dad's car; the five of them ignoring each other as best they could as they rode into the next chapter of their lives. It was a miserable day outside. Above them the clouds were grey. They had been haunted by the occasional misting of rain as they travelled from London, as if the universe itself was trying to warn them of the dangers of Devon.

Connor had spent the majority of the journey with his headphones in, his hood up and his eyes glued to the world outside his window. Despite what he was feeling, he found it therapeutic to watch the bleak architecture of London fade away into seemingly endless fields of the South West.

They had paused at services a couple times on their journey down, not stopping for longer than thirty minutes each time. Connor hadn't eaten much on their journey - they had gotten Subway on their first stop and he had bought himself a chocolate bar on their third. His Mum had brought a bag in the front of the car filled with packets of crisps and biscuits, but Connor didn't want any.

By the time they had arrived at Pearford, Connor was both sad and relieved. He was sad because, as he watched the car pass the "Welcome to Pearford: The Gem of the South West" sign, everything became real: his old life, his old house, his old friends, were all gone. He was relieved because, after four hours in a car, his arse was beginning to ache.

"We're here!" His sister's muffled voice broke through the shield of his headphones. Out the side of his eye, he could see George, his three-year-old brother, clapping and giggling in his car chair.

Out of all the places to accept a job, he supposed, his Dad had chosen a good one. Despite his blues, he did find the small town to be quite beautiful. The welcome sign had sat at the top of a forested hill, the thin country road beside it wound its way down through the trees and underbrush. Multiple times on the short ride down the road, the tree line would break and the tall, tiled roofs of the houses below and the deep blue expanse of the sea would drift into view.

The road slowed to a stop at a mini roundabout at the bottom of the hill. Here the road was walled by quent Devonian buildings of grey stone and white render. Large glass windows were set into the ground level of the houses, forming storefronts advertising rock, ice cream and stereotypical holiday products. Despite the glum weather, the town was busy.

The car rolled around the roundabout and off onto a road that quickly gave way from storefronts to townhouses as it ran along the hill. Within a few minutes the car was passing the bay at the town's water front. The sea met the town in a cove. A tall, paved, sea wall swept out to sea, creating a shelter for small boats and barges to harbour. There were many ships tied up and docked in the bay, mostly small fishing boats, but their were a few holiday yachts nestled in with them.

The road quickly passed the harbour and was swallowed again by trees. A pavement still ran along side the road, and the occasional cottage was furrowed into the forest. Suddenly, a sharp turning was at the left of the car, and Connor felt himself pushed up against his sister as his Dad steered into it.

When he regained his position, he looked back out of the window and briefly saw the thin white and black sign announcing the street's name: "Torquay Close". The car rounded a soft corner, and then the houses appeared, dotted neatly on each side of the road.

They were all modern, detached houses, built in an imitation of the classic style Connor had seen in town. They were all large, certainly bigger than the terraced house they had lived in back in London. Each had a front garden and a drive leading to a garage. To the left of each house was short gate, presumably leading to the back garden.

Connor had seen the pictures of the street on his phone, but his breath was taken away by how beautiful it was in real life.

The car was travelling slowly down the road. Connor could see his Mum and Dad scanning the house numbers for theirs. Connor plucked out his earbuds.

"What do you think Con?" Emily asked from beside him.

"Well..." He said, looking back outside, "It's nice."

"It's beautiful." She said in a day-dreamy kind of way.

The blinking of the indicators snapped on, and the car turned up onto a driveway. they slowed to a stop and the car was silent.

"We made it!" his Mum screamed from the front seat, patting the dash in excitement. She turned to her three kids in the back. "Who's ready to claim their room?"

Connor smiled at her enthusiasm, he supposed she was making the most of a not-ideal situation

"Bagsy the biggest room." Emily said, unbuckling herself.

"I want room." George said.

His Mum leaned forward, said "Yes, you can have one too." and booped him on the nose.

George collapsed into a fit of giggles before clawing at his seat strap and shouting "Get me out! Get me out!."

In the front seat, his Mum opened the door and climbed out while his Dad pulled the key from the ignition and did the same. Connor began to unbuckle himself.

"Oh my God, Con. Move." His sister was screaming in his ear as he climbed up. Connor sighed and opened the door, almost falling out onto the drive as his sister clawed her way out over him.

"Hey, watch it." He called out, but his sister was already scrambling for the front door.

Connor walked back towards the road, stretching his legs and back. He turned around and looked up at the house. It was almost American in size: two floors, large bay windows, built in garage, a front porch and hall.

His Dad chucked the keys to his Mum as she walked to the door, and then made his way to the boot of the car. "What you thinking?" He asked as he opened it and looked down bitterly at the boxes in there.

"it's nice." Connor said truthfully.

His dad looked up from the boot, his grey eyes studying his son. "You mean that?"

"Yeah. Look at it, it's fucking huge."

"Good, good. Just making sure." He crouched down and hooked his hands under the nearest of the boxes. "You gonna help or just watch?" He asked as he strode towards their new home.

Connor collected a box and followed his father in.

[dradelcra]

Guys they fvcked up Devon House (Ice cream place). It's pure concrete, they cut down the huge trees that shaded the place. Everyone who's visited, including myself, do not like it at all 😔

[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!

[wagner-fell]

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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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.

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Top Tourist Attractions in Jamaica

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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