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moodywyrm · 1 year

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i just redid my room this week,, and it has me wondering what abby and readers room/apartment would look like !! and if they would have any pets or plants and things of those sorts !!

-🧸

you have just opened the floodgates. I fucking love home decor n decorating shit, I literally went Bonkers when I got to decorate my bedroom in my college apartment.

ok so I drew out a floor plan.

so this is gonna be. a big one. so. jerry spared literally no expense when he got abby her college apartment. sure its one bedroom one bath, but it's got a spacious living room that connects to the kitchen. there's a big ol island in the kitchen where abby got so many stools bc she wanted to fit all of her besties. thinks her washer n dryer are in the worst spot ever, but they're the stacked ones so it isn't as bad as it could be. that lil area next to the patio? her reading spot. she never really knew what to do with the space until she met you, and then it clicked. reading nook. one of your guys' favorite dates was hitting every thrift store you could to find a good coffee table and old armchairs. one green, one pink, one baby blue. she loves them to bits, they're absolutely moving into her next place with her. she literally Made a bookshelf to store all the books you gradually left at her house, and it's become your joint shelf now <3

the sofa is Huge and her dad bought it for her, it's black upholstery. her apartment doesn't have one particular style, just very Abby. I forgot to draw it in but there is absolutely a trophy case in the living room. her medals and old jerseys are on the wall, mixed with your band posters and art prints. her favorite parts are the framed photo graphs of her friends and family, including multiple of you. she specifically picked an apartment with great windows, and this came in so handy when you moved in because the both of you basically have a fucking Jungle of plants. Hanging plants, plant stands, plants on every surface. ur babies. the walls are a kinda neutral white color, nothing super special, but it really doesn't matter when it's covered in so much stuff! plus, you usually have colored lights on (like salt lamps, candles, bluetooth color shifting lightbulbs), that the walls are usually just whatever color you want them to be. the couch is covered in throw blankets, that you brought in. the main living area, bedroom, and closet are all dark oak hardwood-tile, with the softest rugs known to man, especially in the bedroom bc neither of you want to step on ice cold tile in the winter.

the bathroom is a different, simple white tile. the shower has glass sliding doors, that abby absolutely uses to look at u while u shower n vice versa <3 it has a built in tub that u make full use of. the bathroom counter is covered in candles, trinkets, skincare, hygiene products, but all very organized bc it makes abby stress less.

the bedroom. ok. her bed? godly. so fucking comfy. king sized, with the softest sheets ever and the plushest comforter and blankets. satin pillowcases you brought in <3 abby religiously washes her bedding, so it cycles from black to pink to blue every three weeks. the bedroom walls are also covered in art prints and wall hangings, but all of these were picked by the both of you. a lot of it is thrifted or bought from local artists, bc you absolutely drag abby to local craft fairs and the like <3 that chest at the end of the bed holds spare bedding and ,,,, other things ,,,, it is locked. on the wall between the doors to the bathroom and closet is a huge standing mirror, and underneath it is a small table and area for you to do your makeup. gives you top tier fit pics, it is also the mirror abby uses for ,,,, other things. it also! gives u a perfect look at abby while she's working at her desk. above her desk is a huge wall grid/corkboard that she hangs a bunch of shit on. I forgot to draw them in but she also has more bookshelves on the wall across from the bed, specifically four small-medium ones, separated by a dresser that holds a bunch of spare stuff and some of her workout gear that she uses often enough to keep out of the closet.

ok the fun stuff. books fucking Everywhere!!! and cool dishware that you thrifted when you moved in. the kitchen is so well loved and worn in, bc you two love cooking together. the couch is much the same way, well worn n comfortable as all hell, literally one of your favorite spots in the apartment. ur actual favorite spot? the patio. it's beautiful, covered in plants, always burning incense out there, comfortable seating, a beautiful view of the park across the street. u and abby spend your weekend mornings out there, usually bundled up into one big chair while abby dozes and you read, drinking coffee or tea or your preferred morning beverage. the apartment smells so good bc candles and incense and abby's rigorous cleaning. her apartment feels like home for the both of you, carefully curated to be a little sanctuary after long days of classes and practices and just general stress.

this is my magnum opus. I have a problem. I will probably speak more on this.

#🧸 anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

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sweetums0kitty · 1 year

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas: Chapter 1: Baby It’s Cold Outside Edward Nashton X Reader

Once upon a time winter was a dreaded time of year for Edward, the cycle of the seasons; death and rebirth never more apparent than when Jack Frost’s icy fingers would slip in through the cracks of the orphanage and steal the life from one of the unfortunate urchins left to rot. But in the present blissfully curled against you in a mess of blankets and limbs the bitter chill brought on by the blankets of snow currently covering Gotham had no way to reach him now.

Sighing contentedly you snuggled yourself deeper into Eddie, turning inward more laying your cheek onto his chest. He was caught in a love-drunk haze gently tracing question marks into your back while occasionally tracing the tendons of your spine through the sleep shirt you were wearing. The night was almost perfect save for the question rattling around in your mind. The holidays were hard on him, you knew that Eddie tended to retreat into his shell this time of year. It couldn’t be exactly easy to be bombarded with images of family togetherness and warmth when that was something you had never known. Plucking up the courage you had you shut your eyes and spoke. “Eddie?” Gently you ghosted the whisper of his name. No response on his end, still giving you that dreamy-eyed look, paired with a silly little smile printed on his cubby cheeks. Reaching your hand up you lightly tapped the tip of his nose with your pointer finger, at the boop life blinked back into his deep green eyes.

Suddenly, his soft yet deceptively strong arms were rolling and lifting you gently from your place snuggled into his side to a new position. Being placed so you were laying across Edward’s long body. Once you settled comfortably where his chest was your pillow and the wonderfully plush flesh of his stomach served as a sort of cushion for the lower half of you. Legs bundled together. “Hi.” he whispers voice warm with affection as the tips of his fingers hold your chin, thumb gently grazing the bottom of your right cheek, while his other arm was thrown protectively over the middle of your back keeping you flush with his body and radiating with the heat from within the nest of blankets and the scorching intensity with which his gaze held yours. “H-hi.” was all that squeaked past the frozen features of your face. Dexterous fingers danced up the chin as his large thumb began to methodically stroke your lower lip. Instantly flushing everything that wasn’t the crushing waves of his adoration and all thoughts out of your pretty, little skull. “Eddie!” Shrill whines breaking past your lips as you flop your face into his chest. Mouth muffled by the well-worn jersey of his “There Might Be Giants Shirt.” Giggles erupt from both of you as you shyly look up from his chest. A rosy blush covers his cherubic cheeks as he speaks. “Sorry Pumpkin, but you’re just too cute!” Giggling as his fingers delve into your sides tickling you and eliciting shrieks of laughter. “Stop-“You whine adding extra o’s into the stop as you attempt to swat his wandering digits from your hips. “Can’t stop, won’t stop!” He insists pressing soft kisses into your forehead, right cheek, left, and finally your chin!

Lips almost capturing yours as you chase after him, but always pulling away at the final second. Pouting, you coo “Be serious!” As you lean up to grip his cheeks and finally press his soft and all at once slightly chapped lips to yours. Humming into the kiss as the arm at your back snakes up to tangle itself at the back of your skull lightly gripping your hair and holding you still. The other had moved to hold your cheek. Your thumbs tenderly massaging the apples of his cheeks turn the hum into a groan, but before the moment can deepen you pull away with a sharp breath. Whining at the loss of contact, it’s then Edward’s turn to attempt to chase after your lips. “Edward, honey-“ you said eyes scanning his face and tone slightly concerned. “can I ask you something?” At your question, your dorky boyfriend almost looked offended that you would even think to ask him before telling him something. You were his angel, his beloved, his soulmate! The only shining light in this infernal cesspool of a city. He would insist that you were a lighthouse in the swirling, storming seas of his mind. There was nothing you could or would do that could stop him from loving you! Before Edward could once again tell you all this you cut him off. “And I know you say that I can tell or ask you anything but this-“ trailing off and tearing your gaze from his eyes as you began to chew your lower lip out of anxiety “-would be a huge step for us! Only if you say yes!” Frantically spitting out the ending of your rambles. Anxiety began to gnaw at his mind as all the possibilities for what you would want and all the ways he could possibly ruin it for you began to plague his mind. But before the fear could congeal you spit out what had you both so worried.

“Would you want to come home with me for Christmas?” Said all in a rush, with a puff of air shoved out as if the words flying out of your mouth had burned you. To say Edward was shocked would be an understatement. Not a bad shock in the ways his mind had twisted and spewed. But the good kind- the kind that caused warmth to bloom in his chest and grow as a soft, golden heat throughout his body. “Home for Christmas…” he mused internally. Imagining waking up snuggled in your bed, in your childhood home, getting to seeing your baby pictures, and meeting your family! Truly view the people who helped foster your beautiful soul.” Sure there was a lingering sense of pain and the niggling self-loathing that floated in his brain but it was covered mainly by the fact that you wanted him to come home with you! To meet your family! Your parents! Your siblings! Everything! The warmth had turned his brain to a pile of warm, sticky mush so caught up in his lovesick musings he failed to hear you nearly panicking and taking his silence as a rejection.

As soon as you asked him, you desperately wished you could take it back. The words belly-flopped out of your mouth with all the grace a sack of Jell-O would have if it attempted a swan dive. Shame with its good friends; regret and self-loathing began to weave a tapestry in your mind of all the ways this was a terrible thing to ask. “Great job, come home with me so I can rub having a nice family and good childhood right in your face Eddie.” Bitterly the thoughts kept swirling until he looked down at you and smiled like you had hung the stars in the sky just for him and whispered.

“I would love to.”

#my wriitng #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton imagine #edward nashton fanfiction #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma x you #edward nygma fanfiction #edward nygma imagine #the batman 2022 #the batman #the batman fanfic #the batman imagine #the batman fanfiction #christmas fluff #fluff

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rwrbficrecs · 11 months

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Sport Recs Part 1

Pumped by @myheartalivewrites (Climbing)

Recently moved to London, Alex meets Henry at a climbing wall, where accidental rudeness and misunderstandings keep them apart, until they don’t.

There's pining, there's climbing, there's stupid boys falling for each other, and smut towards the end.

Faster, Higher, Stronger by @everwitch-magiks (Figure Skating)

When Alex fails to qualify for the 2022 Winter Olympics, it’s all too easy to blame Henry Fox, the dual citizen who’d switched from Team GB to Team USA and snagged the last spot for men’s figure skating. After Alex is abruptly thrown back into the games, he forms an unexpectedly deep connection with Henry. But no athlete who aims for the top of the podium can afford any serious distractions. Will Alex be able to keep his flaring emotions in check and take home the Olympic gold medal he’s always aimed for?

Hit (My Love) Out of the Park by bleedingballroomfloor (Baseball)

“It’s just — I’ve had such a hard time feeling like I really belonged. I think that’s what got me in the slump in the first place. But coming back here, seeing all the love I still got even though I’m not on the Rangers anymore… that really helped. And being on the Mets, being in New York — you helped with all of that. More than you’ll ever know.”

Or, Alex and Henry are dumb, horny disasters. With an added bonus of baseball.

the winner takes it all by @stutteringpeach (Cycling)

In theory, this shouldn’t be a thing. Alex has spent his whole life around other cyclists, on the track and the road and off both, and he’s never had this sort of visceral reaction to any of them.

(Well. Kind of. Maybe he let his eyes linger on a teammate once or twice. But like—Alex is an athlete. He appreciates the human form.)

But the way the muscles in Henry Fox’s thighs stretch and ripple as he urges his bike up the mountain—

Yeah.

It’s a lot.

And if Alex weren’t so determined to steal that yellow jersey off his back he’d fall off his bike.

Love-Love by @livinginrhythm (Tennis)

“I hear Alex Claremont-Diaz is available,” she says, and while the idea is terribly appealing, he knows that it is incorrect.

“Alex is an incredible tennis player. If he wanted to pair up, I’d be open to that.”

It is not often Henry’s mouth gets him in trouble. Years of media training and growing up with a celebrity for a dad have left him very practiced in the subtle art of the spin.

Apparently the mere mention of Alex had all that leaving his head entirely.

#sport #athlete #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #firstprinceficrecs #alex x henry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrbficrecs #fic rec list #rec list

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cellythefloshie · 1 year

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;; The Mix Up The Road Wife Series Deleted Scene.

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Summary: The Bolts are set to leave Chicago with a 2-0-1 record in their 3 game series, but you’re set behind schedule when you forget your cell phone in the locker room and you share a tense encounter in the hallway. Note: Takes place after chapter 12 of the Road Wife. I am also dedicating this one to @hagelpoint-3821 as it is her birthday today! Kinks & TW: sex work, there is no actual smut in this chapter. Word Count: 1742

TAGLIST: @equallyshaw , @charles11700 , @starshine-hockey-girl

The Bolts had played their final of three games in Chicago in a week’s time. They had walked away from the series 2-0-1, with Yanni scoring 2 goals in the second period to help propel the team to victory - which left you feeling bold, and cocky even - but the road trip didn’t end in Chicago. They would be playing the Red Wings in Detroit in 2 days' time, which meant they needed to fly out that night.

The locker room was buzzing after the victory, but celebrations were always short when you were expected to be in the next city by morning. Equipment clamoured as the managers prepare sticks, gloves, jerseys and more for the move to the next stop. The noise created a symphony around you as the players undressed and moved for the showers. It was a room of steam that billowed into the locker room even though the showers themselves were well out of sight. The players cycled out of the showers behind you while you packed your work bag the busy noise was something you had gotten so used to you didn’t look back. That was until you felt the sharp impact of a hand’s firm smack against your ass.

“Holy hell,” you shrieked, jumping around as a hand fell to rest on your ass. Your eyes went wide, your jaw slacked as you looked over the locker room and your eyes fell on the player looking all too guilty. Pat watched you with a too-wide grin, wearing nothing but his boxers as he ran a towel through his hair. “Patrick,” the use of his full name earned a drawl out ooo from the boys in the room, “that hurt!” Your whine only had him grinning wider, and it earned a soft groan from your lips - as if recovering from your day at the gym wasn’t enough, now you were going to be feeling the imprint of Pat’s hand on your ass or the rest of the night.

“Just my gentle reminder to get that sweet ass on the bus, Sugar,” Pat smirked, his head shaking to mess up his hair so perfectly.

“My ass will be on the bus right behind yours,” you assured him as you zipped up your bag and pushed the handles up your arm to rest in the crook of your elbow, “but, since I’m the one that’s ready, I should be the one giving your ass a smack.”

This earned another chorus of ooo’s from the boys as you moved for the door, and out into the narrow hallways. Your body bounced around like a pinball, off bodies, and off the walls as you moved towards the bus. You could feel the chill of the winter air creeping its way into the depths of the building as you approached the loading zones. The cold froze your cheeks, and you couldn’t get onto the bus fast enough except something was missing: The persistent vibration of your phone.

Shit. You had left it in the locker room. “Don’t let them leave without me!” You called out, abandoning your bag on your seat before running back the way you came.

The hallways were a little clearer now. Many of the Bolts players had already loaded onto the bus, with few straggling behind - and those who you pushed passed as you moved with quick strides teased you with jesting words and playful smiles. You countered them with a smile of your own, and a casual wave - you weren’t going to risk putting them behind schedule because you forgot the phone that had every single sinful appointment in its calendar. The risk of someone finding that phone had you moving even faster, and you did not stop until you could feel it vibrating in your hands.

You stood near the center of the visitors' locker room, letting the pulsing vibration numb the palm of your hand as you caught your breath. It was the persistent reminder that you had an upcoming appointment that sent your phone into a rumble. A one-hour warning. Followed by a thirty-minute and a fifteen. Each one spread Brayden Point’s name in bold in a banner at the top of the screen.

It sent your stomach fluttering as you tucked your phone into your coat pocket and you fell into stride once more - and for what you hoped would be the last time that night. You hesitated in the clearing corridors, looking back once, then again as you thought that there might be something else you may have left behind. Your steps were stuttering as you moved down the hall, the thick heel of your boots dragging against the ground as your head spun. It was consumed by the mental checklist of everything that should be packed away in your bag. You checked off each item one by one only for your thoughts to falter, and you would lose track and your mind would fall on one simple thing. Brayden.

Brayden and how he was always so coy with you.

Brayden and how he always tucked his wedding band and cross away before he let himself touch you-

Your phone vibrated in your pocket. Another reminder of your appointment with Brayden, and it made you giddy. A smile blossomed over your features, forcing you to cast your gaze to the floor. You couldn’t risk anyone seeing you wear such a shameless, excited smile. It was an excitement that hastened your steps - that was until you caught sight of him out of the corner of your eye. He was standing in the hallway, his back to you, as he fixed his white button-down over his figure. It was sticking to him in the spots where he hadn’t quite dried after his shower, and his usually shaggy light brown - almost blonde - hair was wet, slicked back and beginning to curl.

Smile splitting wider, a little more devilish now, you took quiet strides, sneaking up on Brayden in the hallway. You didn’t stop until you were standing right behind him, your hands reaching out to touch the strength of his back oh so gently before you pressed up onto your toes to whisper in his ear; “Are you going to tell me all the dirty things you’re going to do to me, or are you going to make me wait for the surprise-”

You lost your words along with your breath as you felt him reach around, his touch finding your waist, and he forced you back against the wall with the push of a single arm. You stumbled back on your heels, your hands dropping down to meet the cold concrete as you let out a shaky breath, “Bray-” but you couldn’t even finish his name - but this wasn’t because he was stealing your words from you. Not this time. No, this wasn’t Brayden at all.

Near choking on your unspoken words, you looked up through the loose strands of hair that had fallen into your face as you had hit the wall. Your eyes were wide, panicked, as they looked over each familiar-yet-foreign angle of the confused expression looking down at you. Your lower lip quivered as you let your eyes meet his dark brown iris that had the slightest glimmer of golden intrigue. It was then you recognized him, not just for his resemblance to Brayden, but for who he really was: Chicago’s rookie, Brandon Hagel. It had almost been enough to put you at ease, but then you felt the touch of his hand against your neck. He dragged his thick fingers down over the angle of your exposed collarbone and down the length of the lanyard that hung from your neck. His touch didn’t leave you until his hand had found the badge that had rested against your cleavage - that heaved with every uneasy breath you took - as he looked over the marker that identified you as a member of the Tampa Bay Lightning staff.

His brows only furrowed further at this revelation, his heavy gaze falling on your features again - and while you held his gaze not one of you muttered a word. You had no way to explain what you had just whispered in his ear, and he had yet to find just the right words to say. Surely he had questions, who you were looking for being one you would bet on - but Brandon wasn’t given the opportunity to ask you. Not when you could hear your name being called out to you, followed by a series of rushed steps to meet you.

“Brayden,” his name slipped from your lips with a breath of relief - and you watched as the realization of the mistake made took Brandon’s features, one that prompted a string of apologies from your lips as he eased away from your form - freeing you from where you were pinned between him and the wall.

You retreated back to the center of the hallway, where Brayden stood with an open arm to greet you. It wrapped around your waist effortlessly, his large hand giving your hip a gentle squeeze as he let out a low, soft chuckle. He had heard your apologies and it had left his head shaking, “Did you think-” his question was broken by laughter, his head shaking from side to side as his bright eyes raised to look over the other, opposing player. He had to see the resemblance, right? His words told you otherwise: Thought you knew me better than, Darling. I’ll just have to remind you…”

His words reignited the giddy feeling that had been lost on the risky encounter with the Blackhawks’ forward and left you near shuttering against Brayden’s side as he began to lead you down the hallway and towards the bus that was awaiting you both. But you had only made it mere strides in its direction when there was a clamor of heavy footsteps behind you, then a rush of Brandon’s body against your side before he could cut you both off. He was still wearing that same confused look, as he raised up a hand casually, making sure Brayden couldn’t push past him as he spoke, “what exactly is going on here?”

And Brayden could only laugh, his head shaking and casting his hair down into his eyes as he reached his free hand out to pat Brandon on the shoulder. “If you ever want to find out, you’ll have to be wearing blue…”

#brayden point #brayden point imagine #nhl imagine #nhl rpf #nhl players #hockey players #hockey imagines #hockey rpf #hockey smut #rpf #;; the road wife #;; the road wife - bonus scene #;; also features #pat maroon #brandon hagel

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knittedbond · 11 months

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Hi! Friends at the Table question for you. I tried listening to them a couple times early on but the songs quality was so, so bad for me. Is there a safe jumping on point--a certain episode/arc/season--where the sound quality has improved and I won't be horribly lost not having heard earlier episodes?

hello! welcome aboard! it's not just you--this is a common problem people have when trying to start fatt. i recommend checking out the fatt info carrd for a quick way to get started, but for my personal recs:

- marielda is the tried and true intro season for loads of people - short (14 eps), devastating, won't need prior information. it's the prequel to autumn in hieron, but it's meant to be totally stand alone, so you won't need to listen to aih to understand. it's got weirdo criminals, the divorced gods, sad sons, and funky clarinets. sound quality 👍

- i started the show with counter/weight, which is the first of their sci-fi divine cycle. the divine cycle is the fatt take on What if robots... were also gods? and it's loads of fun. c/w has more weirdo criminals but it also has cool mechs, han solo if she were a kpop idol, sad fish princes, and some fucked up robots. iirc the sound quality here is not the greatest at times still, so if that's a barrier but you still wanna go sci-fi, go to ->

- partizan, which is the third in the divine cycle but one of their more recent seasons. this starts off with the road to partizan, a series of live games they did looking at how the world got to where they are, but it's not crucial to know, just super fun. (i'm obligated to link the really cool partizan trailer amv built up from clips from the road.) this one has got weirdo robot criminals, one bitchy sad blonde princess, a really fucked up planet, and some sad ass alien guys. i love this one. their currently airing season, palisade, is a direct sequel to partizan, so if you want to get caught up to listen to things as they air, listen to this first!

i also don't want to go without mentioning bluff city and sangfielle. sangfielle is their western horror season, separate fantasy universe from hieron or the divine cycle. bluff city s1 was previously a patreon-only show, but is currently re-airing every sunday on the fatt twitch, and you can listen to the VODs of that on their youtube. it jumps genres because each arc is a different game with different characters, but it's a fun lil urban warped twist on atlantic city.

ok this post is long as is. to wrap:

fantasy divorced god seasons: marielda -> autumn in hieron -> winter -> spring

sci-fi mechs seasons: counter/weight -> twilight mirage -> partizan -> palisade

sangfielle has more coming but is just that one goth cousin right now

bluff city is a new jersey anthology

ok uhh i hope this helps. whatever sounds most interesting to you!! it's all for everyone baby check it out!!

#SO SORRY. ABOUT THE LONG ANSWER IN MY DEFENSE THIS IS WHAT ALWAYS HAPPENS #WHEN YOU ASK A FATT PERSON WHERE TO START #answered #in my honest opinion i've gotten the most people to stick with marielda and marielda induces truly unhinged feelings in a person #but i really do think all the other seasons are worth a try #and also don't know what you personally would like best! that's for you to decide!#sorry for not describing sangfielle much i'm currently going thru it #and also sgf comes with so many horror content warnings #but its so fun. it's so much fun #once again: fatt turns you into a crazy person when asked about it #so. well this post is predictably long. but if you read all of it thanks!!!#and thanks for asking!!! i hope you do enjoy it if you give it a try

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love-now-cry-later · 8 months

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the importance of change

"nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same"

september 3, 2023

I'm at a point in life where everything is changing and for the first time… I'm ok with it. I just turned 18 (woo!) and for the first year since i was 12 i didn't have a breakdown on my birthday. i graduated just before that and now i'm off. in 1 month i'll be in maine for a concert with my best friend, then i'll be in GA with my mom and then i'll be back in jersey until christmas where i’ll then go to nebraska for a bit and then costa rica from january to july, and when we come back my friend Abbi will be graduating and we all will have had enough saved up to rent a house together. And My dad asked me this morning if I was scared and I've just sat here thinking. What do I feel?

i'm about to spend the next year of my life traveling and seeing the world. having opportunities, that i'm eternally grateful for, that many people don't have and my family never had. I have a chance of moving out and getting my own home and for my family, generations in one home, that's really big. I'm young and free and I'm grateful to have friends who give me opportunities that I would never have otherwise.

But It's terrifying. I'm gonna be far from home for a long time and when i'm finally back it won't be for long, but you know what's scarier? everything staying the same.

my life has gotten easier these last few months. my senior year, I graduated because I have connections with teachers and principals and people like me. my 'charisma' as Camdyn puts it. I have opportunities like Costa Rica because friends and their families like me. My life has gotten easier and I don't take that for granted. In some ways I believe the easy, go-with-the-flow, handouts and kindness that I've been receiving is an apology from the universe. An apology for having to be strong and grow up at a very young age. An apology for all that i had to deal with very young, and a reward for not letting it turn me into a person i would be ashamed of. Coming out of it a better person.

I believe that I was meant to break generational cycles. The cycles of poverty- the cycles of teen pregnancy- the cycles of throwing your life away. The cycles of dead end office jobs, janitorial positions- of deciding between a meal for you or your kids tonight. The grab the wic approved!- dirty looks in the grocery line because of the ebt card. I believe it’s gotten easier because I deserve an easier life than my mother and my father. Not that they dont deserve it either, But i can tell they’re happy that i have better, i think thats what they've always wanted for me. Even though they didn’t necessarily provide it, they're happy for me. I can tell.

My point- or the point of this ramble at least is that change is scary but you know what- that's good. Fear is good sometimes! It’s like when you first start highschool and you're scared, there's a new building and its so big and there's so many people you’ve never met and people you never will, but after a couple weeks freshman year is easy- then it’s winter break and spring break, and then- you're a sophomore. I was terrified to graduate, but I'm so grateful and happy I did. Because you know what's more scary and embarrassing than standing in front of hundreds of people that dont like you, and an ex and their new gf in a stupid cap and gown, and possibly falling on your face walking off the stage? Not doing it. Letting yourself give up and fail out of fear. The great thing about life is that you can change at any point. Anything you're unhappy with you can change, And isn't that beautiful?

The thing is that, I've really looked at my life and gotten more perspective and I need more change. “The way im living is a temper tantrum” and not in the way it was before, where i was drinking myself into oblivion for some nihilistic ‘fuck you’ to the man or god or whatver. But in the way that i’ve kept myself in a box so to be what others want me to be. I’m done with the edgy-tryhard - anti feminine hard ass-intimidating bullshit image i’ve tried to spin my whole life. I'm surrendering. Surrendering to the divine feminine, to the easy, happy, beautiful universe. I'm ready to begin the easiest, happiest era of my life. An era of receiving.

Anyway, I hope to all that read this that you will experience freedom, and happiness as we’re all entitled to. Asé

#self help #rambles #brain dump #spiritualgrowth #growth mindset #growth #journal

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revlyncox · 4 months

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Blue Holidays and the Longest Night

The deepest part of December can be hard, but there are also gifts. The natural world and earth-honoring traditions can give us some hints about how to stay present during the longest night. This sermon was presented to The Unitarian Society in East Brunswick, New Jersey, by Rev. Lyn Cox.

I found myself awake before dawn the other day. That’s not as surprising this time of year as it otherwise might be, given that sunrise is around 7:15, as opposed to just after 5:30 am like it is in midsummer. I am not usually very contemplative first thing in the morning, and have been known to try to light up the darkness with my phone and end up checking the news before I’m really prepared. But, on this particular day, somewhat by accident, I didn’t do that.

In the light of the imminent dawn, I looked out the window at the steel blue sky adorned with the bare branches of oak, maple, and poplar trees. The sky is usually a mystery from the perspective of my yard. Our tree canopy keeps us cool in the summer, and brings a lot of the winged and four-legged neighbors to our yard, and it also means we have to go elsewhere for stargazing. In that early morning moment, though, I had the chance to look at the sky and appreciate its expansiveness, with the bare branches providing visual accents instead of a barrier. I could enter into the depths of that particular blue, and I could see how the different kinds of trees each branched in their own way. I imagined the earth in quiet slumber, and appreciated the invitation to slow down.

There are difficult things about the time of year with long nights and short days. Some among us might struggle more for warmth, or work, or food, or companionship when sunlight is scarce. Even for those of us who have our basic needs met, the winter might bring challenges. Yet, if we are able to find the meaning and perhaps even some gifts in the darkness, perhaps we can face some of those struggles with strength and resilience.

We also need to acknowledge that some among us approach this time of year with specific, personal pain and grief. For those who have lost a loved one recently or who remember the anniversary of a loss at this time of year, for those who are estranged from the people they might otherwise gather with at the holidays, for those whose economic situation has downturned recently, for those whose faith or heritage puts them on the outside of capitalist American holiday expectations, for those who have family and friends in harm’s way because of war or disaster or dangerous work, the middle of December can be very hard.

Some of those who struggle with this time of year respond by escalating the bright lights and emphatic merriment, some simply withdraw when their hearts can’t match the cultural expectations of constant cheer. There is a lot of hidden hurt among us. There are many ways to grieve, and there is no one right way for everyone, and often no one right way for the same person all the time. Perhaps what we need are options, permission to try different ways of coping when the darkness has yet to yield it gifts to us.

Earth-honoring traditions have some insights for acknowledging struggle and yet finding serenity or meaning or joy in the dark of winter. In our pluralistic community, we may be able to draw on other spiritual sources as well. We can look to the natural world for inspiration about a change of pace. We can embody rituals to give name and form to our struggles and hopes. We can trust in the flow of seasons and cycles as we honor the moment and let it go. In other words: slow down, name your experience, believe in change.

Slow Down

I love having the ability to organize websites into open tabs on my browser. People who only look at one website at a time, or who mainly read things in hard copy, you are also valid. But maybe others are familiar with the experience of encountering a link, opening it up in a new tab, saying, “Oooh, that looks interesting, I’ll get back to that,” and then by the end of the day your browser tabs look like a staircase illustrated by M.C. Escher. There are strategies that might work better for organizing information, like bookmarking or creating reference documents, but it is hard to resist the glittering, abundant display of open tabs. Until my computer starts slowing down. When it takes a while for a new page to show up, or when the text I’m writing in a browser window lags behind my typing, that is a clue that I’m trying to process too much at the same time. I might think that all of my attention and all the computer’s attention is on the thing at the top of the pile, but the rest of those open tabs take energy. And so sometimes it’s necessary to simplify, and to pay attention to the background.

Grief can be like that, too. We think we should–or someone else thinks we should–be operating at quote-unquote “normal” capacity, our hearts and our subconscious take the time and energy they need anyway to attend to the grief or the struggle that others may not see on the surface. I have definitely felt this in the months following a loved one’s death. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. It takes me three times as long to do a simple task. And sometimes it’s not death, but some other kind of grief or struggle, especially one that puts distance between myself and someone I love. A missed opportunity. A diagnosis. A conflict. Any time when the channels of love have to be rerouted. Being human takes a lot of background processing power. It’s good to notice when my brain is telling me to slow down. Telling myself that I should be able to function like a person who is not grieving rarely works to upgrade my speed. Sometimes it helps just to notice, and to give myself permission to slow down or take breaks. I end up being a better version of myself when I move forward at the speed of love.

There are some parallels between grief at any time of year and the wistfulness of cold weather. Winter has its own beauty and its own gifts. And we also need to acknowledge that it’s just not the same as the spring and summer. Some things move more slowly.

Katherine May writes:

The changes that take place in winter are a kind of alchemy, an enchantment performed by ordinary creatures to survive...Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through. Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximising scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs. Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible.

May’s book, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times is available from the UUA Bookstore.

When our minds and hearts are busy coping with some kind of change or loss, when our bodies are busy figuring out how to respond to longer nights and shorter days, slowing down gives us a chance to find out what kind of transformation is possible. It’s not always practical to slow down as much as we might need to. We have jobs and families and responsibilities. Capitalism flourishes when we are too busy to reflect. Working within what’s possible for now, let’s breathe some room into the systems we are part of. Let’s give ourselves and each other some slack. Let’s make time and space for processing, for grieving, for dreaming, for resting, for stillness.

Name Your Experience

One way to begin to create that space is by simply naming our experience. Even simply acknowledging to ourselves that something is hard might give us a little more faith in the possibility that we can do hard things. Certainly, we can do that in conversations with friends, or in a journal, or to a trusted counselor. Sometimes what must be acknowledged benefits from an invitation that is beyond words. I’m talking about ritual.

In many earth-honoring spiritual communities, a ritual begins by preparing the space. There might be some sort of cleansing or blessing, and the participants might cast a circle by acknowledging the four cardinal directions. Often, there is a physical demarcation of the space, maybe by traveling the perimeter of the circle, or creating a visual display of the boundary, or creating altars in each of the four directions. When the ritual is over, it is important to offer thanks in each direction and to open the circle, releasing the energy of the ritual. I am being a little bit vague here because an earth-based spiritual community is very often an interfaith community; people come together who honor different gods or goddesses, trace their specific path back to different parts of the world, and have different names for related concepts. Very little is universal, but in general, the intentional creation of sacred time and sacred space is foundational to any other kind of practice in an earth-honoring spiritual community.

Having created a boundary, participants may have more courage for dealing directly with elemental issues around birth, life, love, and death. The sacred space and sacred time connects people with those who have gone before, and with the larger community of practice, and with the spiritual resources that are important to the people in the circle. In communities where creative ritual development happens, celebrations are designed with specific intentions. If you are asking the powers of the universe for help, it is wise to be clear about what you are asking. Yet the question can come in the form of symbols or gestures or music; words are not the only way and are sometimes not the best way of touching on the deepest truths.

We did this together when we created a memorial altar at the end of October. There were some words, but one of the most powerful parts of our time together that day was the physical action of bringing photos and mementos to the front of the room. And because we are a community and we needed a little bit of time for everyone to come forward, that meant we also had a few moments of not speaking, of sitting with our love and our grief, of holding close to our hearts the impact of our ancestors and departed loved ones. Most people can’t live with that kind of emotional intensity 24x7, but we do need those moments to name our big questions and our griefs and our joys. We can benefit from those moments when we create time and space with intention.

Rituals are not exclusive to earth-honoring spiritual paths. Paying attention to seasons and cycles, and having experience with and symbols drawn from the natural world can bring richness to the creation of meaningful ritual, and if the mysteries of the interdependent web don’t call to you strongly, the path you follow probably has ritual in another form. In our family, we just finished celebrating Hanukkah. There is more than one story about the origins of Hanukkah and about what makes it meaningful, and we don’t have time to get into all of them, but I will point out that, because the Hebrew calendar is based on the lunar cycle, the eight days of Hanukkah surround the part of the part of the month with the darkest moon closest to the Winter Solstice. So, if you feel called to light a candle in contemplation or in celebration of your survival or with a prayer for resilience, you are not alone.

We need one another. And we also need some rituals that are just for us as individuals or families. You don’t need to wait until October or November to create an altar at home to honor your beloved dead. If you are facing an obstacle, or an opportunity, or a loss, or a deep wondering, you can create a ritual for yourself to give some form to what’s on your heart. Maybe there are treasures that you can put together on the top of a bookshelf or a side table that symbolize this bend in your journey. You might want to listen to music that reminds you of your question as you draw or paint or play with salt dough. If you bundle up, maybe the circle you trace will be on an outdoor walk around your block, or in a park, as you silently greet the living things you encounter and practice gratitude for the earth and water around you, the sun and stars above you, and the breath that travels within you and beyond you.

Whatever is on your mind and heart as the sun begins its return, give it a name or a shape. Find a moment to speak it to yourself, or to write it, or to draw it. Arrange sentimental or sacred objects. Meditate on it as you travel through a frosted winter landscape. Name your experience.

Believe in Change

A third insight that we might learn from earth-honoring traditions at the Winter Solstice is to believe in the possibility of change. Earth-honoring practitioners pay attention to the cycles of the year, to the hours of sunlight as they decrease and increase, to the plants that flourish in each season, to the animals who visit at different times of year. Many earth-honoring traditions give attention to the moon, perhaps beginning new projects or planting new seeds as the waxing moon increases, perhaps letting go of what no longer serves us or putting things to rest as the waning moon decreases. Some things come around again in a similar form each month or each year, but the world is always changing and we are always changing with it.

I take comfort in the assurance of change because that means that whatever I am struggling with is temporary, at least in its current form. They might give way to different struggles that are also hard, but this particular thing that is at the forefront of my grief or frustration or concern will not last always. At the same time, the people and the blessings that lift me up in this moment will not hold their form forever, and so it behooves us to be mindful of gratitude. And this gift of transformation is a sign of life. Living things change. Thriving species adapt through the generations. When we believe in and support positive transformation, we are cooperating with the powers that create and uphold life.

There is a Pagan chant from the Reclaiming community, it’s called the Koré chant: “She changes everything she touches and everything she touches changes.” There are verses in between chanting the chorus. It’s a very popular chant, and I think it speaks to the kind of outlook that comes from attuning ourselves to the seasons and cycles of time. “She changes everything she touches and everything she touches changes.” There are lots of verses about the Goddess and her stories and her attributes, and there is a verse about what that means about the community itself. “We are changers. Everything we touch can change. We are changers. Everything we touch can change.” Transformation is a fact of the universe. The direction of that transformation, channeling our love and our values as we collaborate with the forces of life, is the responsibility we take on when we connect our spirituality with an understanding of the fundamental truth of change.

When we pay attention to the cycles of the seasons and the daylight and the moon, cooperating with the moment in which we find ourselves makes more sense. Because everything changes, we are mindful of the spiritual opportunities that are before us right now. There is room for contemplation throughout the year. Grief finds us in every season. Dreams have their own sense of time, not tied to the calendar. Yet at the Winter Solstice, we find an especially appropriate moment for the gifts of stillness. The season of long nights and short days lends itself to quiet meditation, to honoring our griefs and challenges, to swimming down into the deep metaphors and messages of our dreams.

We know that seeds need darkness to sprout. We know that mammals need darkness to grow new life and bring that life into the world. We know that deciduous trees need a season of release and then a season of rest before they return to a time of leaves and fruit. The changes that are ahead of us are fed by the gifts of darkness, gifts that we cannot always see working underneath the surface, and yet deserve time and space and honor all the same.

The middle of December can be hard for some general reasons, and for some of us for specific reasons. In the midst of the struggle, may we also find serenity and joy. May we create the space and time to slow down, to name our experience, and to believe in change. Merry Solstice. Blessed Yule. Happy Sun Return. Blessed be. Amen.

#unitarian universalism #unitarian universalist #winter solstice

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saddledrunk · 9 months

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thisisadecisionimayregret · 11 months

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hello! i’ve seen you reblog of stuff related to friends at the table (counter/weight specifically), and i wanted to ask someone who’s listened to it if all the seasons are connected? it’s quite long and i didn’t know if i’d be able to pick and choose or just listen to everything. thanks!

hi!! LOVE friends at the table, and while I definitely enjoy all of the seasons of the show, they’re not all significantly connected and you absolutely don’t have to listen to everything. The length of the show can be very intimidating, but it’s all fantastic.

Basically the seasons that are connected are:

Seasons in Hieron: (in chronological order) Autumn in Hieron --> Marielda --> Winter in Hieron --> Spring in Hieron

This is their fantasy seasons. I actually listened to Marielda first as my introduction to the podcast as a whole (which if you like heists or fantasy or steampunk elements, this is Excellent as a starting point) before going to Autumn and listening to the entire show from the beginning. Though warning, the audio in Autumn is definitely worse at the start than the rest of the seasons, but it’s not insurmountable. If you really struggle with the audio in Autumn, there’s an excellent couple summary episodes right before Winter that can catch you up.

The Divine Cycle: (in chronological order) counter/WEIGHT --> Twilight Mirage --> Road to Partizan --> PARTIZAN --> Road to Palisade --> Palisade

This is their sci-fi seasons, and I think it’s the more popular seasons. While a lot of people started listening from Twilight Mirage and skipped c/w, or even started with Partizan and skipped the earlier seasons, I definitely recommend starting with counter/weight and going from there. They don’t spoil earlier seasons, per se*, but they do reference things and some details really hit different when you know stuff from the earlier seasons.

*The exception here is that Road to Palisade and Palisade (their current season) Explicitly spoil all of the earlier Divine Cycle seasons. These two seasons are a direct follow to the events in Partizan (as opposed to the thousands of years of time between c/w, TM, and Partizan), featuring some of the same characters, but they’re also going into detail on stuff from earlier Divine Cycle stuff.

And then there’s also a few seasons that are not connected to any other season, if you want a smaller catalog of episodes to listen to first.

Sangfielle

This is their horror season with elements of westerns and weird westerns. Excellent stuff, and I believe they’re going to jump back to Sangfielle when they finish the Palisade season.

Bluff City

This is a show about New Jersey. Or rather, a fictional Atlantic City where there’s weird stuff going on, like ghosts, and crab people, and absolutely bonkers schemes. It was originally patreon-only, but the first season is free and they’re rebroadcasting episodes of that first season on Twitch and posting them on Youtube so they can be accessed easier if you don’t subscribe to them on Patreon.

Sorry that’s so long, but I hope it answered your questions! I enjoyed listening to everything in the production order (after listening to Marielda first), but that is definitely not the only order to listen in! Absolutely feel free to pick and choose what you find interesting, and go from there.

Let me know what you think when you start listening! You’re in for a treat, no matter where you start. :)

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raging-fan-human · 1 year

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To all 5 of my followers who are not bots:

I am in fact still alive. Here is a rundown of what I've been up to over the past 5-7-ish months!

I graduated high school! (That was pretty cool.)

I packed up and moved to New Jersey with my parents! (Also pretty cool.)

I lived in a hotel for 3 weeks! (Meh.)

My parents and I got moved into an apartment sooner than expected! (Kinda cool, but I had to go back to sleeping on an air mattress.)

Our household goods delivery was delayed twice and only half of it came while I was still there. (At least I got my bed back ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

My parents and I drove to Virginia literally the next day for move-in day at the school. (Very very tired.)

I get to know some people during the first few weeks (mostly orientation + only first-years on campus.)

My roommate and I quickly become best friends! (Very awesome, especially since we're one of 4 sets of roommates in our entire building that haven't made requests to move.)

We make a mutual friend who we do everything with! (I love them so much! I also miss being able to go to the lake with them every day : ( but that's okay!)

Actual classes start for the semester! (Very busy and do not see the mutual friend as often.)

We meet the mutual friend's roommate and their mutual friend! So now we are a group of 5! (Both of whom were in my orientation group, so we kind of already knew each other!)

Just when everything seemed to be perfect, my computer kills itself and I lose progress on a ton of assignments. (Not cool at all. It sent me into a spiral of trying to redo it all and also keep up with current assignments.)

I find out the school fucked me over because they gave me incorrect information regarding money when I had a meeting with the only person who should have been able to help me because I was afraid this exact thing would happen. (I don't think he misinformed me on purpose, but it just sucks that the person who specializes in my particular situation gave me false information and now I have to get a loan.)

The next several weeks are a blur and we are now in the middle of finals week. (Very tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally.)

I am now trying to get caught up with all the work I missed due to the burnout caused by the previously mentioned computer issues, as well as all my final projects. (I'm just happy I only have one exam, and it's a non-timed take-home test, so that means I get to leave a few days early for break.)

I currently have $30 to my name, and I still have to drive home for Christmas.

TL;DR: I moved to another state, immediately had to go to another state for college before even getting settled, made amazing friends whom I love whole-heartedly, fell behind in classes, got fucked over financially (by the school on mistake), spiraled into a cycle of self-sabotage (very on-brand for me), am now trying to recover from those mistakes in the span of 3 days, and looking forward to going home early for winter break because I am not doing well mentally.

Make sure to take care of yourself. You've got this. I believe in you.

#I am so fucked #But I'll be fine #I won't let myself faill all of my classes in the first semester #mental health #college life #school struggles #long post

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znhebike · 2 years

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Simple precautions for riding electric bicycles in winter

Riding an electric bicycle to reach your destination in winter requires a lot of arrangements and precautions. The weather conditions in any location in winter will always change, so you must be prepared and planned when riding an electric bicycle. It was an even bigger test for the rider due to the cold and slippery roads.

If you have a ZNH Z9 all-terrain electric bicycle, you can be more adaptable to complete the riding challenge in winter. Cycling in winter requires a lot of effort to pedal. Therefore, you should bring less luggage when traveling in winter, especially when you are far from home. Here are the tips you need for electric bikes this winter:

Anti-skid measures for tires:

Riding an electric bicycle on icy urban roads also requires snow chains to assist. Here, I would like to share an ultra-low-cost DIY bicycle snow chain solution. Use yellow plastic ropes, which are commonly used wire strapping straps when repairing computers. Prepare some thick strapping straps and tie them to the tire in alternating directions between each spoke. , Tighten it with pliers, cut off the excess, tie the plastic tie to the tire, and tie both tires to maintain the friction level and play the role of tire anti-skid.

Check the weather forecast before heading out:

Whenever you go out, looking at the current real-time weather forecast for your location will avoid many surprises. However, it is more unavoidable in winter, because heavy snow or blizzard may come at any time, which will hinder you when you are traveling and disrupt your original plans and arrangements. Since you’ll be riding your e-bike for minutes or even hours, depending on where you’re going, you’ll need to be informed and geared up.

Check your brakes:

keep warm:

Be prepared with warm clothes, warm gloves, waterproof shoes, neck gaiter face mask, etc. Cold feet make riding painfully cold enough to feel tingling in your toes. Since most cycling shoes are designed to stay cool in the summer, the speed at which you pedal will only intensify cold winds that can cool your toes, and rain and snow can easily seep into the shoe’s vents. As mentioned above, check the weather forecast before going out, so that you can prepare warm equipment.

Stay hydrated:

You certainly won’t get hot while riding a bike in winter, but know that your body is still sweating at this time and still needs to be hydrated. When you start to shiver a little after a long lap, a warm cup of water or coffee can warm your body from the inside out. Use a double insulated thermos to keep your beverages warm, even when riding in icy conditions. If you’re riding with a regular plastic water bottle, put it in the back pocket of your jersey so it doesn’t freeze.

Check your lights:

Don’t ride without a functional light, there’s not enough sunlight in winter, late sunrise in the morning and early sunset in the evening. Darkness accounts for more than half of the day, and this has a very negative impact on your personal safety on the road. So be sure to install a portable rechargeable headlight on the handlebars, lest you get stuck in a small cafe halfway and can’t get home. Check them out at night or in low light to see if they are foggy, broken, or wobbly. This applies to headlights, taillights and signal lights.

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uniform-master · 17 days

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Exploring Jersey: Unveiling the Charms of the Channel Islands

Nestled in the English Channel, Jersey, the largest of the Channel Islands, offers visitors a unique blend of natural beauty, rich history, and vibrant culture. Despite its small size, Jersey packs a punch with its stunning landscapes, fascinating heritage, and warm hospitality. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the myriad attractions and experiences that make Jersey a captivating destination worth exploring.

Geography and Location:

Jersey is situated approximately 100 miles south of mainland Britain and just 14 miles off the coast of France. It covers an area of 46 square miles, making it the largest of the Channel Islands. The island boasts a diverse geography, from rugged cliffs and sandy beaches to lush valleys and rolling countryside. Its temperate maritime climate ensures mild winters and warm summers, making it an ideal destination for outdoor adventures year-round.

History and Heritage:

Jersey has a rich and storied history that spans thousands of years, with evidence of human habitation dating back to the Stone Age. Over the centuries, the island has been inhabited by Celts, Romans, Vikings, and Normans, each leaving their mark on Jersey's cultural landscape.

One of the most iconic landmarks in Jersey is Mont Orgueil Castle, a medieval fortress perched atop a hill overlooking the sea. Built in the 13th century to defend the island against French invasion, the castle offers visitors a fascinating glimpse into Jersey's turbulent past through its maze of towers, ramparts, and secret passages.

Another must-visit historical site is La Hougue Bie, a Neolithic burial mound and museum that provides insight into Jersey's prehistoric origins. Visitors can explore the ancient passage grave, which dates back over 6,000 years, and learn about the island's early inhabitants through interactive exhibits and archaeological artefacts.

During the Second World War, Jersey was occupied by German forces, leaving behind a legacy of fortifications and bunkers scattered across the island. Today, sites such as the Jersey War Tunnels offer a sobering reminder of Jersey's wartime history and the resilience of its people.

Natural Beauty and Outdoor Activities:

Jersey's diverse landscape offers endless opportunities for outdoor enthusiasts to explore and enjoy. The island is renowned for its stunning coastal scenery, with rugged cliffs, sandy bays, and hidden coves waiting to be discovered.

One of Jersey's most iconic natural attractions is the La Corbière Lighthouse, situated on the southwestern tip of the island. Built-in 1874, the lighthouse offers panoramic views of the surrounding seascape and is particularly breathtaking at sunset.

For beach lovers, Jersey boasts a wealth of pristine sandy beaches, perfect for swimming, sunbathing, and water sports. St. Brelade's Bay, with its golden sands and clear turquoise waters, is a favourite among locals and visitors alike.

Inland, Jersey's countryside is dotted with picturesque villages, meandering lanes, and verdant valleys, making it ideal for hiking, cycling, and exploring on foot. The Jersey Green Lanes, a network of scenic country lanes restricted to walkers, cyclists, and horse riders, offer a peaceful escape from the hustle and bustle of urban life.

Culture and Cuisine:

Culture and Cuisine: Jersey's vibrant cultural scene reflects its rich heritage and diverse influences, from Celtic traditions to Norman architecture. The island's unique position in the English Channel has resulted in a fusion of cultures, creating a melting pot of artistic expression and culinary delights.

The thriving arts community in Jersey is a testament to the island's creative spirit. Galleries showcase the work of local artists, from traditional paintings inspired by Jersey's landscapes to contemporary sculptures exploring themes of identity and belonging. Theatres host performances ranging from classic plays to avant-garde productions, providing a platform for emerging talent and established performers alike. Cultural events, such as music festivals, dance performances, and literary readings, bring the community together to celebrate Jersey's vibrant artistic heritage.

In addition to its vibrant arts scene, Jersey is also renowned for its culinary excellence. The island's fertile soil and temperate climate provide the perfect conditions for growing a wide range of fresh produce, from Jersey Royals potatoes to succulent tomatoes and fragrant herbs. Local farmers and fishermen take pride in their craft, supplying restaurants and markets with the finest ingredients.

Jersey's culinary scene is a reflection of its cultural diversity, with influences from France, Britain, and beyond. Visitors can indulge in traditional Jersey dishes, such as seafood platters piled high with freshly caught lobster, crab, and oysters, or sample modern interpretations of classic recipes infused with international flavours.

Conclusion:

Jersey, with its stunning landscapes, rich history, and vibrant culture, offers visitors a wealth of experiences to discover and enjoy. From the ancient echoes of Neolithic burial mounds to the resilient spirit of World War II bunkers, the island is a tapestry of stories waiting to be explored. Whether you're wandering through medieval castles, soaking up the sun on sandy beaches, or savouring the flavours of local cuisine, Jersey invites you to immerse yourself in its charm and beauty. And for sports enthusiasts, Jersey offers a plethora of activities to indulge in, from thrilling water sports along its pristine coastline to exhilarating hikes through its lush countryside. Whether it's surfing the waves, cycling along scenic trails, or teeing off at world-class golf courses, Sports Jersey beckons adventure seekers to test their limits in its breathtaking natural playground.

Beyond its physical attractions, Jersey's true allure lies in the warmth and hospitality of its people. From the friendly greetings of villagers to the knowledgeable guides sharing stories of the island's past, visitors are welcomed with open arms and genuine enthusiasm. It's this sense of community and connection that leaves a lasting impression on all who visit Jersey. And for sports enthusiasts, the camaraderie and passion of local teams and clubs add an extra layer of excitement to the island's vibrant atmosphere.

As you bid farewell to this enchanting island in the heart of the English Channel, take with you memories of breathtaking vistas, moments of historical insight, and the taste of freshly caught seafood. Whether you're a history buff, a nature lover, or a culinary enthusiast, Jersey offers something to delight every traveller. Plan your visit today and discover the magic of Jersey – a hidden gem waiting to be uncovered. And don't forget to pack your sports gear for an unforgettable adventure in Sports Jersey.

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