#cut to sliced in half

[kugicakes]

had to hop on just to establish in stone that I do not trust gege to not crush my soul again in the final four chapters

[florwal]

the bear (cc)

inspired by one of my favorite tv shows 🐻 

BUILD INFO:

lot size: 30x30 (waterside warble in san myshuno)

lot type: restaurant

lot traits: chef's kitchen, homey

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[columboscreens]

[epickiya722]

Okay, imagine asking two people to come help you and they say no so you take that person's word for it. You think they're not coming because they said no but they arrive LAST MINUTE AFTER YOU GOT SLASHED IN HALF AND YOU GET JUMPED BECAUSE OF THEIR LAST ARRIVAL!!

"And yet they came." Because of it was their decision. Miguel and LaRue are two grown ass men who can make their own choices! Yuta ain't have no control over that! 😭

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

[...]at age thirty-five, Winters put in for a transfer to U.S. Army Ranger school.

The transfer was granted and Winters found himself in familiar surroundings: Fort Benning. He enjoyed the training and the challenge of the Rangers because they shared his philosophy of doing one’s best. Still, it didn’t take him long to get off on the wrong foot with some of the ranking officers. A few weeks after his arrival Winters was assigned to a bevy of field-grade officers, mostly majors and lieutenant colonels, to observe the Rangers as they undertook a three-day field problem that included a mock night attack. At first Winters was excited. He longed to get back out into the wilds and live in the field. So he was horrified when he discovered that the officers would simply observe the Rangers as they left for the training session, and be there when they got back. Winters sought out the colonel in command.

“Colonel, I’d like to go along on the exercise,” he said.

The colonel looked startled.

“No, no. That’s out,” he said. “That’s not the way we do it, Major. This is an extremely arduous exercise, and it’s hard enough on these younger men. This is a tough assignment.”

“Respectfully, sir, I understand that. But I’d like to go along,” he insisted. “I can’t see the point in observing them if I can’t see them in action.”

The colonel again tried to dissuade Winters, but failed to budge the insistent major. Obviously displeased, the colonel finally relented.

Back in combat gear and helmet, fully loaded backpack and clutching a rifle, Winters trudged into the North Carolina wilderness for three days of hard living, surrounded by men, most of whom were fifteen years his junior. The three-day training exercise gave Winters the exhilarating opportunity not only to observe, but to participate in everything from lengthy hikes to cliff scaling.

“I did the whole damned thing,” he later said.

In the wilds, men lived on field rations except for one day when providence provided unexpected, and far tastier, fare. Bivouacked by a roadside, Winters was beginning to shave, a holdover from the days when Colonel Sink ordered all officers to shave every morning, when a civilian truck carrying a load of chickens roared past. An improperly closed cage swung open and several chickens escaped, making themselves fair game for men living on K Rations. Winters caught one of the escapees, which was now destined to become his lunch. He restrained the flapping bird by tying it to his leg with a shoestring and returned to his shave. Winters lathered up his face, then scraped away the minuscule growth of whiskers with his razor. As he shaved, a movement on the ground caught his eye. Not far away, a copperhead snake was also anticipating a chicken dinner. Winters froze as the snake slithered quietly closer. Winters slowly reached down to his field pack, and withdrew his machete. With one quick, sure motion he killed the snake, giving the chicken a temporary reprieve. He resumed his shave.

With the coming of darkness, men donned combat gear and blackened their faces. Their assignment during the night attack maneuver was to seize an enemy command post. Winters accompanied the Rangers as they moved silently along a wooded trail. As the command center loomed ahead, Winters and the others spread out, dropped to the ground and began to creep forward.

Winters spotted one soldier at the command post, possibly a sentry, standing alone. Slinking through the underbrush as carefully, and as lethally, as the snake he had killed earlier, Winters stalked the man. He worked his way unseen behind the sentry, then leaped up. He wrapped an arm around the soldier’s neck, closing a hand over his mouth to stifle any sound, and drew his other hand to the man’s throat.

“You’re dead,” he whispered.

Winters was ecstatic. It was a sure kill. His training from ten years earlier had stayed with him. The sentry had never heard him approach. For Dick Winters, it was the high point of his entire military experience since his recall.

After the three-day exercise, the Rangers hiked back into civilization, and the thirty-five-year-old Winters marched right along. The younger men appreciated Winters’ abilities and endurance, and poured respect on him. He returned their respect. However, the glowering looks on the faces of the observing officers plainly showed their dissatisfaction.

“They didn’t appreciate me going out one damned bit,” he recalled years later. “Basically, I was showing them up.”

~ Larry Alexander

[dimonds456]

We need to bring back old timey nonsense scenes in movies

[naomiknight-17]

Frothing at the mouth trying not to reblog an aesthetic food post labeled 'strawberry jam' when it's CLEARLY strawberry PRESERVES in the attached image akdjoasnksksnsajlskzks

[confetti-critter]

I used to show pics of my meals on snapchat but then one time my friend replied "you're not seriously going to eat all of that, are you? 🤢" so I. Stopped.. But just know I made the most wonderful breakfast. Good morning everyone!

[lyledebeast]

I have made baked apples, which is what happens when you make apple pie filling and then cook it outside of the pie. It is sublime!

[symbieote]

Maybe I've finally made peace with being aro, I didn't even realise it was valentine's day until it was like 11pm and I was frying up some beef mince for nachos lol

[magpiezs]

I watched Princess Mononoke while in a Fairy Tail High and here’s the silly sketch that came forth.

*try to find his scarf, plot twist it’s only visible in one sketch

Ps. So “Princess Mononoke” right.

Is he like “Prince Dragneel” or just “Dragneel”

Or like “Pauper Dragneel” idk

“Lord Dragneel”? Reference that one scene in edolas

Maybe just “Prince Natsu”

Who knows I haven’t decided. I can’t choose.

[fullmetalwindbreaker]

really unsettling dream about living in a rotating house, the machinery of which was powered by endlessly bleeding children standing still silently in the basement. there was no way to stop the rotation and if they ever got upset it would spin around really fast and the doors would temporarily become portals to alternate universes (i’m tired of this trope in my dreams it’s just lazy storytelling) often enough that all my family and friends and roommates were replaced by slightly different versions over time. they would also rearrange the house itself, this confused me greatly and i spent an inordinate amount of time thinking that the universe itself was literally mirrored and i was seeing a reflection of everything in the space between dimensions. it turns out they just made the house symmetrical and put a mirror on the wall opposite the main door. the sequence right before i woke up consisted of another descent into existential paranoia due to a video i perceived as a violent premonition and/or warning, which i struggle to describe or remember and can only compare to the video from the ring or maybe the surgery sequence from mad god, appearing occasionally but with increasing frequency on every screen in the house, which no one else would acknowledge me even speaking about. i wailed and pleaded but no one looked at or spoke to me while it repeated on all the tvs and phones and the smart fridge. also it was waterfront property right on a pier so i don’t know how there even was a basement

[incendiorum]

io doesn't have a big sweet tooth at all. in fact, most desserts make them wrinkle their nose in disgust. there are, however, exceptions to this. ice cream, especially ice cream with fruit, dark chocolate, and fruit pies. otherwise they greatly prefer natural sweet things like honey or again... fruit.

[techniccolor]

my mutual doing some Frankenstein shit in my notifs

[kyuohki]

I specifically had to get that serving dish, and now it is my go to in which to hold the cranberry goo (full jellied or with berries), tho I don't use the server bc too many nooks and crannies (*snerk*) to clean. But we also have cranberry sauce year round bc I love it so much.

I have had homemade, and it is good, but I grew up with canned so it doesn't taste *quite* right on official holidays.

And they look out so hard for the well being of the spiders AND the dolphins

[schizosusie]

okay so i work in the deli of a grocery store, yeah? and today i got this guy who came up with his two twin children, around five years old. he walks up to the counter, carrying one kid in each arm, and loudly goes "oh, no, i forgot what i wanted!" and turns to the boy in his left arm and, in a perfect blues clues style voice, goes "caleb, do you remember what i wanted?" and the boy goes "half pound of yellow cheese!"

i, obviously, say "you've got it little sir!" and slice up half a pound of yellow american cheese, handing it to the little boy, who looks it over, nods, and tucks it in his lap.

then the man goes "well, we can't just have cheese on our sandwiches. but what else can we put on there?" and the little gurl in his other arm goes "half pound of ham!" so i nod and say "yes ma'am! what kind?" and she points at a random cut of turkey, so her father nods and says "like she said, honey ham!" i cut half a pound of honey ham, hand it to the little lady, she looks it over, nods and puts it in her lap.

then the man goes "now, what should we have for the side?" and the kids both simultaneously start cheering "macking cheese!!!" and the man spins on his heel and marches off, presumably to find the macking cheese.

later, the little boy comes wandering back to the counter while his father looks on and loudly and proudly proclaims that he wants to know where the mustard is. i point him to the correct aisle, he nods, says "thank you mister deli woman" and walks away.