#cast iron open

[castify5050]

Castify is a company dedicated to producing high-quality cast iron cookware with a focus on promoting health and wellness. Their mission is to make Indian kitchens healthier by replacing toxin-coated cookware with non-toxic cast iron alternatives. They offer a range of products including kadais, grill pans, roti tawas, fry pans, and dosa tawas. Each product is designed to ensure a healthier cooking experience by focusing on safe cooking practices and high-quality materials

[emperorofthedark]

It's starting to feel intentional.

[aroaceleovaldez]

emo Nico x scene Will Solace...

[jt1674]

[unopenablebox]

literally why do i ever buy a burger. We Have Burgers At Home. They Are Nicer

[rayneydayss]

autism be like: spends hours after awakening working up the strength to make myself something to eat and actually eat it. finally goes into kitchen and is immediately so repulsed by the smell of whatever my parents are cooking that i have to run back to my room and shut the door.

guess i wont be eating for another few hours :/

[thingsifindonthegroundsometimes]

sculpy garden

[twobrokenwyngs]

does austin butler know that mumbling doesn’t automatically make you a good actor

[worldblight]

Say what you will about the Madagascar quadrilogy but those movies were CRACK to me as a kid. Also it was really dangerous to show animal characters doing cool dangerous stunts because I absolutely attempted to do them in real life. On a tile floor. With only a carpet for protection. I was trying to do corkscrew flips like the funny lion

[vinceaddams]

And oil it, if it's one that requires oiling!

When was the last time you cleaned your sewing machine? It's a simple task, and something I do between projects. Have you noticed your thread tangling or tearing? Stitches being skipped? A funky noise that shouldn't be there? Chances are your machine needs to be cleaned. Cleaning it will prevent it from breaking down and requiring repairs, and that can get very expensive.

[bestdressedchuuya]

There was some stranger wandering around the side of our house earlier :/ my dad saw someone walk past the basement window but when me and him went to the upstairs window to look, they were gone. I assume they cut through the bushes into the neighbors yard I guess. And a few months ago we discovered a bunch of footsteps in the snow around the side of the house and by the windows. At the time I assumed it was some drunk person wandering around (there's a bar near our house), but the person my dad saw today was wandering at around 11:30 in the morning. I guess it's not impossible for someone to be drunk in the morning but it seems kinda unlikely. So yeah, I dunno what's up with that

[gildedoak]

Nothing like hot cornbread (or even just BREAD) straight out of the oven with some butter when you're having a terrible day. I feel like if there's a type of recipe that Lucifer would pick up quickly, it's BAKED CARBS. The heat from Hell probably throws off all the proofing/rising times, but he's had several thousand years to practice.

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD SERIES Chicken and Waffles Sweet Tea Peach Cobbler Hushpuppies Crab/Crawfish Boil Gumbo (plus character notes!) Beignets (part 2) Shrimp and Grits Biscuits and Gravy Pecan Pie/Sugar Pie Fried Catfish ??? - Season 1 Finale

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[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Colored comic!

Panel 1: Lucifer opens the door to Alastor's room, which is dark inside. L: Hiiii there mister. I made you a snack. Heard you were having a bad day -

Panel 2: Alastor's shadow appears, hissing threateningly at Lucifer, who just stands there with a plate of hot cornbread in his hands, unbothered.

Panel 3: The shadow pauses, noticing the cornbread.

Panel 4: The shadow has gone back to its usual size, and it's sniffing at the plate happily. Alastor (offscreen): Did you make cornbread?

Panel 5: Lucifer sits down on Alastor's bed. Alastor is nowhere to be seen under a massive pile of blankets wrapped around him. All that is visible are his eyes and his hands as he plucks a slice of cornbread off the top of the plate. He glares at it dubiously. L: Yup! Niffty showed me! Even used a cast iron pan!

Panel 6: Alastor munches on the cornbread within the confines of his blanket mountain, though his eyes imply he's quite happy. His shadow sits behind him, beaming and projecting little heart shadows. A: Thank you. Lucifer smiles, pleased with himself.

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[felixandresims]

Happy New Month, everyone :),

Estate Part 2 includes 36 objects, most with a colour palette of 30 tones.

You asked if I could create wooden stairs, and I think it was about time to follow your wish. I played around with the steps and studied Georgian stairs; they look especially nice cantilevered. The railings for my Chateau Set were ornate, while most Georgian Stairs I saw have simpler cast iron railings. This Set includes:

Georgian Doors, Closed, Open and a separate door frame

Georgian Doors, Closed, Open and separate door frame, shorter Proportion

Georgian Double Doors, Open and separate door frame

Arches with Columns

Round Arches

Stairs

Stair Landing Extensions

Functional Railing

Functional Fence

Railing and Fence as Objects

Two Different Chandeliers with two wall heights

Rustic Timber Floor Boards

Parquet Floor, Parquet Floor Trim

The wallpapers shown are coming next month. Since the latest update, the ceilings have looked strange, so I skipped the ceiling paints. I hope the Sims fixes that soon.

This Set is on Early Access, and you can find it here

I hope you enjoy continuing with your estates, and Happy Simming !!!!

Lots of Love,

Felix xxx

[bi-writes]

hiiiii I'm new to your page but i would like to ask you what would've happened if simon mail-ordered a bride?

mail-order bride

you stare down at the address on the card, blinking as you reread the house number and look back up at the cottage in front of you. the numbers match, but you just need a few more minutes before you knock on the door.

you're not holding too many things. you have one suitcase with the entirety of your belongings at one side, the cat carrier sitting on top of it. on the other side, you hold a bundle of papers. your immigration papers, all shiny and new, your birth certificate, and your new british passport.

when you look back down, you swallow as you read over your name. it's odd, to see something new in the section labeled SURNAME.

Riley.

you've never met him. this isn't legal, it can't be, to have all of these things. he must be someone important. someone they value. or maybe, they are just too afraid to say no to him.

the front door opens, and you freeze on the spot as you see someone duck their head to step outside. they're wearing a mask, covering their entire face except for their dark eyes, but it's hitched up over his nose as he holds an unlit cigarette between his lips.

he stares as he sees you at the end of the steps. he frowns, looking you up and down.

"weren't supposed ta be 'ere for a few weeks."

your eyes water a little, but you only manage a shrug.

"i-i..." you meet his eyes. "i-i couldn't stay there any longer. i didn't have anywhere else to go."

he tucks the cigarette back behind his ear, slipping the mask off. it reveals a tousled mess of short blonde hair and a terribly scarred face. his eyes dart to the little carrier sitting next to you when he hears a soft meow coming from it.

"said no pets."

your lip trembles.

"please," you whisper, and his lip twitches as he fights off a scowl. you imagine he must not have much practice in hiding his emotions. he comes down the steps anyways, coming closer, and you pick up the carrier as he snatches the suitcase off the pavement, making his way back inside. you follow him, naturally.

when you close the door behind you, you're surprised at how quaint it all is. nice brick fireplace, a soft carpet (no shoes allowed is what he snapped at you), and wonderfully furnished to make the place cozy, warm, lived-in. there's throw blankets and accent pillows. there's pictures on the walls, paintings, yellow corner lights to give everything a soft glow. the kitchen is beautiful, with lovely colored tile and wooden cutting boards, a drip-coffee setup in the corner and worn cookbooks stacked neatly by a stainless steel toaster. there's herbs growing in little pots sitting on the windowsill above the sink, and there's a cast iron pot decoratively resting on the stove.

it's spick-span clean. there's no specks of dust or splatters left over from bacon grease. there's papers pinned to the fridge, lists to remind him to buy whole milk and sliced bread and call about the internet bill being charged twice again.

you set the carrier down on the couch, unzipping the top. a little curious black head pokes out of it, and you reach in and pick the cat up under its belly and drop it onto the floor. immediately, the cat spreads its front paws, claws sticking out as they begin to knead the carpet and use it as a personal scratcher, the prick, prick, prick sound enough to draw the giant man out of the bedroom with a hard frown on his face.

he points at the thing and shakes his head.

"keep tha' thing off the fawkin' counter," he snaps at you. he purses his lips when he sees you still standing there, afraid to even move. he comes closer, the cat scurrying off, and he yanks your coat and scarf off, going to the hang them up by the door. "can unpack tomorrow. need t'make somethin' ta eat."

you move immediately towards the kitchen, hoping he keeps a stocked fridge, but he puts out a big hand and stops you, stepping in front of you.

"the fuck are y'doin'?" he asks, and you blink up at him.

"you said to make dinner...s-sir?"

he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes.

"y'listen t'this," he murmurs. "women don't lift a fuckin' finger in this house, y'hear?"

you nod, and he reaches up and palms your throat, cupping your jaw.

"and my wife doesn't call me sir," he mutters. "it's simon."

you soften a little. "i-i'm sorry, simon."

"don't apologize," he grits his teeth. "did nothin' wrong."

when a fresh set of tears comes down your face, he wipes them away with ease, calloused thumb swiping over your cheeks and quieting you. he puts something into your hands, a velvet box that he must've gotten when he went to put your suitcase away.

"y'r a riley now, yeah?" he murmurs, and you tilt your head at an angle, and your foreheads brush together when he bends low to speak to you. "act like it."

you lean up on your toes (he's so fucking tall), and you kiss him softly beside his mouth. when he moves his head, your lips brush against each other, but he pulls back to make his way to the kitchen. you hear the gas stove light up, and a few minutes later, there's a familiar smell of onions hitting hot olive oil.

you take a seat on the couch, smiling to yourself, wiping your eyes as you curl up there. you flip open the box, sighing shakily when you see the rectangular diamond and matching gold wedding band. when simon comes back in to give you a mug of tea, you take it with your left hand, and his eyes flicker when he notices the new jewelry there, so pretty, so new.

mine.

when he pads back into the kitchen, the cat blinks up at him slowly, green eyes bright as they sit on the counter.

simon walks past it, saying nothing at all.

[lovestampede]

Formal Living Room Inspiration for a large mediterranean formal and open concept limestone floor and beige floor living room remodel with beige walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and no tv

[devonellington]

Thurs. Aug. 31, 2023: Just Chugging Along

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