#grape fruit hack

[dreamypurplesky]

pro tip if you get extreme, uncontrollable sugar cravings like me: GRAPES. Always carry grapes with you everywhere. They are quick to grab, taste kinda sweet and feel exactly like eating candy. You can just pop one in your mouth and boom! explosion of yum! and the best part? they're healthy :)

[maybeimamuppet]

📚 🦷 ❄️

BEANS IM SO SORRY

i put this in my notes and thought i answered but i didn’t oopsies

📚what’s the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

this! i copy and paste the questions from there lol

but other than thatttt a list of milestones i need my sims (based on leo and layla!) to hit

and then other than that i wrote the epilogue to a fic at 1:50 am last night and i shall include the very last sentence here bc it’s. nothing lmao.

“The place that gave her everything.”

🦷 share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

personal wisdom: think about fruit more. genuinely. i’m not in like the best of places mentally (i am fine i’ve been here for five years please don’t worry) but when things get extra bad i’m just like “i live in a universe where bananas have that texture. that’s weird” and suddenly i am curious about the world. i live in a world with strawberries and watermelons and grapes. how wonderful.

personal life hack: hold your hairbrush vertically instead of diagonal or sideways it makes it hurt less. also shampoo twice then condition once.

writing life hack: READ. especially if you want to write fic CONSUME THAT GOTDANG CHARACTER. watch the media they’re from. read other fic. even if it’s not great it’ll teach you what you don’t want to do. if it’s good fic you can learn sentence structure and characterizations and little quirks and words and all sorts of shit.

also extra pro tip if your character is from a musical: their songs are CHOCK FULL of characterization. when i first started i would listen to their songs when i was writing their respective characters and it helps get their voice sorta cemented in your head.

❄️ what’s your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

uhhhh honestly every time i have a dream plot i’m like EEEEE and i start it? in terms of literal dreams i had guess who? and i got you in my head for a solid four months before i wrote them and six-seven before i published them and they’re why i started writing

in terms of like pure selfish guilty pleasure idea i’ve had this one i’m currently working on (which i’ll say is related to this emoji and i found it very fitting) in the back of my head for literally my entire writing career and i got a similar request and now finally have an excuse to do it!! and it has become a three part series i’m hoping and really trying to have done to post for christmas :)

and beyond that it’s mostly just like cute cliches i’ve read for other fandoms and have added to my “someone has to make this cadnis and it looks like it might as well be me” like my coffee shop au. i’ve been working on a tattooist/florist au for almost three years. and another i’m very very very excited for but i’m not gonna say what it is bc i’m again hoping to have it done as a christmas gift for a friend here :D

i like doing them myself because i can get all the little details exactly how i want them to be and tweak things to my liking

BUT if i were to choose anyone else it would always be @sprnklersplashes

[gardeningforfun0714]

Hi everyone,

For those that may not recognize my username, I’m Maisy. My main blog is @mabrego0714 I’m an artist and often post Star Wars art (along with other fandoms). I also have a writing blog @writingforfun0714 where I write fanfics (I’m not a writer and just do that for fun).

Now I’d like to start a gardening blog where I basically just journal what I have, what I use for my plants, harvests, and maybe even share some garden/plant art as well.

I AM A NOVICE/BEGINNER. I’m still learning and am definitely open to any tips, tricks, and/or hacks to any of my plants but full on hate/condescension/general assholery will not be tolerated because I want this to be a safe space for everyone including:

—disabled/nd folks

—minors

—other beginner gardeners

—literally anyone interested in gardening

So here’s some info about my garden/area.

USA: Zone 9 (a)

Normal climate on an avg day: warm to hot/dry/arid with few days of rain though we’ve gotten more rain than normal this year. Can get windy. I do get hurricane and tornado warnings during those respective seasons.

Soil in my area is incredibly rocky and clay-like so my garden is split into 2 parts: direct-sow and container garden. Also I’ve had plants that require full sun in my yard die due to the intense heat of summer and fall. So that means some full sun plants might need protection and/or partial sun in my area.

Both gardens get sun but direct-sow garden is full sun. Potted plants get morning sun along with partial afternoon shade thanks to my house.

Now for the fun, listing what I already have and the status of them as of this post 6/4/24:

Container garden:

Apple tree—new tree/adding new growth and is currently ~7-8ft tall.

Peach tree—new tree/ has 4 small golf ball sized peaches and is currently ~6-7ft tall.

Olive tree—new tree/new growth and is ~4.5ft tall.

Fig tree/bush?—small but new growth.

Blueberries—I have 4 blueberry plants that range from a small fruiting bush to plants that are recovering from a fungal infection. I originally got 3 of them when they were packed in clay soil and developed blueberry blight (they were on clearance) and thought I could save them despite no knowledge of gardening/taking care of any kind of plant. I got some organic fungicide and changed the soil, adding in organic soil acidifier. They are currently recovering and adding new growth which I’m extremely proud of cuz I thought they would all die—which led me to buying the 4th one just in case the others didn’t make it. I’ll make a whole post about them later.

Raspberries—new plants with small buds growing. Currently ~2ft-3ft tall. I have 2 for pollination.

Blackberries—thorny vine producing fruit. I also have a thornless variety that is a small plant with new growth on it.

Elderberries—small bush that hasn’t flowered despite it being 2yrs old. Maybe it needs a pollinator?

Potatoes—I have 2 5gal buckets of potatoes. One has the plants yellowing/dying off and almost ready to harvest while the other bucket still has new growth.

Tomatoes—Lots of varieties that range from seedling, new growth to producing. Will make a tomato post as well.

Carrots—new growth and all carrots have their secondary leaves.

Onions—Chives specifically, rather small but still green and healthy.

Peppers—seedlings (we grew all our peppers from seed this year which takes longer and my dad and I started a bit late).

Chile pequin—established, flowering and producing small bush. Native plant in my area.

Green beans—producing

Cucumbers—flowering, about to produce

Native wildflowers—just past seedling, also doing great since I planted these way too late.

Daisies—seedlings

Radishes—They were doing well but we had high winds recently that wrecked them so I’m hoping they’ll come back.

Grapes—1 small 4ft vine from an online nursery and 2 fruiting vines about 6ft-7ft tall from Lowes. All green grapes.

Direct-sow/Ground Garden:

Corn—new growth, ~2ft tall with 1-inch thick stalks.

Tomatoes—Lemon boy hybrid, Super Sweet 100 hybrid, that are both flowering.

Pole beans—producing

Yellow Lantana—FLOWER. it migrated and exploded in my direct-sow garden. Doing great.

Melon patch—Mostly watermelon with cantaloupe. Everything is doing incredibly well and the watermelon have started to vine. I’ve got classic red sugar baby watermelon along with orange watermelon and yellow golden honey watermelon. Different color watermelon is common where I’m at. Will make a separate post for my melon patch too.

Exotic/Tropical/Cacti and Succulents/Unusual: I believe zones 9+ can grow lots of tropical fruit (but not all)

Pineapples—grown from tops. New growth but no flowers. All 3 are in a clay pot.

Pink Lemonade Blueberries—small plant with new growth. No flowers. Bought from online nursery early May ‘24.

Golden Raspberries—small plant with new growth. No flowers. Bought from online nursery early May ‘24. I have 2 for pollination.

Papaya—new tree with new growth but no flowers. ~3ft tall. I have 2 for pollination.

Pink Guava—new tree with new growth but no flowers. ~3ft tall. I have 2 for pollination.

I believe that’s it. So I think that’s all the important stuff I’ll include for my intro post but feel free to message me if you have a question or just wanna talk about gardening🌱🌿💚

Have a pic of one of the big grape vines I have. For reference it’s taller than me (I’m 5’3”). I will make posts about each plant this summer so get ready for that. If anyone has something they wanna see from the list, lemme know💚

Below the cut is a bit about me, how I got into gardening, why I’m doing it now, what I hope to achieve and future plans for my garden. Thanks to those that like/reblog this and it’s never too late to plant. Happy gardening🥰

I was lucky enough to grow up with a garden during my early childhood years thanks to my dad. My dad had me late in life (he was 45) and he grew up around his farmer grandparents, and his green-thumbed mother who could make anything grow but mostly grew flowers in her garden. Our garden wasn’t much but it produced a lot. It consisted of cherry tomatoes, green beans, cucumbers and corn, at least at first. Then my dad added sunflowers, melons, and peppers. It was great and I loved going out with my dad and helping him. Sadly life got in the way when I was 7 and I experienced a lot of trauma. My parents divorced and that was the end of the garden because my mom had no time or interest in the upkeep of the garden. I had tried myself but things started to die one by one.

Years and years would pass that I wouldn’t even consider gardening. I was too busy with trauma/family/school etc to focus on gardening. It wasn’t until I graduated high school that I really started to think seriously about gardening to produce food to survive. In college I started to research gardening in my spare time (being an artist, I was in school for animation and illustration) and after dropping out, I decided to pursue gardening as a way to get up and outside especially with the pandemic.

I think around the time of the pandemic, I started researching different kinds of gardens and fell in love with the idea of a food forest. I told my dad about my new interest in gardening and I think that also inspired him to also get back into it as well and now it’s our shared activity we do.

I’d love to eventually get a large enough harvest to share with friends and family and I will definitely be expanding my garden this year as well. There was lots of construction last year in my neighborhood which drove all the pests and insects towards my garden and discouraged me so lots of my plants (all the trees/most of the berries) I bought this year are new and I haven’t grown 95% of what I have now so I’m super excited.

[bledtitanium]

A   PROFILE   OF   YOUR   MUSE   .

repost,   do   not   reblog,   with   the   information   of   your   muse,   including   headcanons,   etc.   if   you   fail   to   achieve   some   of   the   facts,   add   some   others   of   your   own !

NAME. Alexis Elizabeth Stark NICKNAME(S). Lexi, Liz, Alex ( By her Father ) , Ale, ALIAS(ES). She actually doesn't have any. AGE. 25 SPECIES. Human GENDER.  Female ORIENTATION. Heterosexual INTERESTS.  Hacking, True Crime Podcasts, Norse Mythology ( Even though to her it has never been a Myth. She has always believed in the Gods } , Dark Chocolate, Starbucks & Target Runs, Reading, PROFESSION. Hacker / Weapons Specialist , Coffee Shop Owner BODY TYPE.   Athletic, Curvy, . EYES. Deep Ocean Blue, that are almond shaped.. HAIR. Shoulder length blonde, with curls. SKIN.  Smooth & Flawless, she has a few freckles but they aren't noticeable. FACE. A perfect face, or at least that is what Thor tells her. She has sun kissed lips, and smooth skin thanks to the products she uses. HEIGHT. 5'7' { Thor calls her ' Tiny Human ' ] ANTAGONISTS. Her fear of loosing everyone around her, COLORS. Pinks, Purples, Fuschia, Reds FRUITS. Strawberries, Oranges, Grapes, Raspberries, Blueberries, Peaches ALCOHOLIC   BEVERAGES.  Beer, Vodka, SMOKES?  She doesn't smoke DRUGS? She doesn't partake in drug use. DRIVERS   LICENSE?   She has her Drivers Liscense. Even though her Father's driver insits on taking her everywhere. Which she fights, cause she doesn't want to be treated like Royality.

TAGGED BY. @endlss-voiid

TAGGING @bloodsalted , @razorfst , @stanfordprepped , @aesircrowned , and anyone else who comes across this.

[lokislytherin]

jaeseok & fruits

this but it’s jae being Horrible at peeling fruits bc he’s so used to having all his fruits peeled and cut for him it’s the Rich Boy Life so when hyungseok goes YO I BOUGHT TANGERINES THEY’RE SO CHEAP BUT THEY’RE SO SWEET COME HERE HAVE SOME jaeyeol’s like !!!! bc he’s not gonna ignore the chance to go to hyungseok’s house!

and then he has to peel his own tangerine and he makes a mess out of it bc he doesn’t have Fruit Peeling Hacks like hyungseok (he has hacks for Everything bc 1) efficiency 2) cheap 3) looks good tastes good) and hyungseok peels tangerines for him

bonus hyungseok feeds him a tangerine slice and jaeyeol’s just chewing like ah yes. this is the life. this is heaven

hyungseok: is it sweet 🥺 jaeyeol: not as sweet as you 🥰 hyungseok: omg... i’m asking you a serious question 😂😂 jaeyeol, internally: this is my serious answer!!! i know your personality is sweet when will you let me kiss you to see if your lips taste just as sweet

jaeyeol indirectly gives hyungseok more fruit funds, they both get healthier lifestyles and fruit dates! hyungseok also likes to make those apple rabbits and jaeyeol’s like 🥺🥺🥺🥺

it was jinsung’s idea actually. jinsung has The healthiest diet out of everyone bc he’s 1) 0 alcohol tolerance even mijin can out-drink him so he might as well not drink and not embarrass himself 2) he’s a jock and an athlete he believes in eating plenty of fruits and veggies he’s a big boy he can handle his greens 3) he shares grapes with mijin sometimes and oh,,, eating out of the palm of the girl you love,,, subtly kissing the juice off her fingertips,,, this is true romance,,,

[abugwritesstuff]

The Princes React to MC Being Sick: Rio

second to last of these that i'm planning to do! i've since recovered from the illness that inspired these personally haha. enjoy!

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“It’s a beautiful day for pruning, isn’t it, Thoma?” Rio called across the field. From beyond the thick hedges of Voleri gold, the valet’s fluffy blond head popped up, grinning in agreement.

“Sure is!”

Rio dusted his hands of stray dirt and leaned back in satisfaction to observe the work he’d done. Rows of perfectly weeded and pruned vines of berries and grapes stretched out before him, gleaming in the midday sun. Nearly perfectly ripe, he thought to himself. There were few kinds of days he enjoyed more than a garden day. Fencing days with Grayson could come close, but of course, Sunbeam didn’t usually join for those, so gardening was decidedly his favorite. Since his paramour had entered his life, everything had felt sweeter: lunch in the refectory, studying in the library, field trips, gardening… it was endless, the list of things she’d made better with her presence. 

“Oi! Rio! Keep your head with you, mate! We’ve still got a long way to go!” Thoma shouted, knocking Rio out of his lovesick reverie with a gasp. 

“Oh! Sorry!” Rio shouted back, sheepish. Though, as he surveyed the area, it occurred to him that he hadn’t caught a glimpse of his dear paramour for much too long. Had she wandered off to the far ends of the field? The concept of that sent a wave of nerves to his belly. Her special power made her a target, the headmaster had warned him. Suddenly concerned, Rio waved a hand to Thoma. “Just a moment, Thoma. I’m going to find MC!”

Thoma rolled his eyes. “Of course you are,” he replied, laughing, then disappeared back into the curtain of wheat around him. 

Rio paced the perimeter of the field, peering between bushes and shrubs and stalks heavy with vegetables and fruit. Her presence was eerily absent. “Hello? Sunbeam?” he called. No response came, until faintly in the distance he caught the faintest sound of a hacking cough. He rushed in the direction of the sound and finally found her, crouched among a cluster of cabbage plants with her face buried in her elbow.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you! You alright, Sunbeam?” he asked, coming up beside her. 

She turned and Rio frowned. Something was clearly wrong. She plastered on a smile and waved at him cheerily. “I-I’m fine! Just been weeding over here-” At that, she turned and coughed again, a wheezing cough that made Rio wince. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t sound good. Are you sure you didn’t inhale any dirt or something?” Rio scooted closer and crouched beside her so he could rub a hand along her back, feeling her shake as her body was wracked with coughs. 

“I’m sure,” she choked out. “I’m fine.”

Rio, unconvinced, watched as she restarted her weeding process: her hands looked to be quivering slightly and her movements were slower than usual- in fact, her pile of weeds was quite a bit smaller than it would usually be at this time. Beneath the brim of her sunhat, she looked a bit clammy around the brow. 

Frowning, Rio moved to the other side of the row of cabbages and then placed his hands over hers, engulfing the back of her hands in his palms. “If you aren’t feeling good, don’t force yourself to keep going on my account, Sunbeam,” he murmured. When she failed to respond, Rio reached over to tip her chin up toward him, gasping inwardly at the glazed, flushed look across her face. The sunhat had obscured the extent of her illness under its shadow, but with her face now exposed Rio could see the exhaustion and lack of her usual good color and vigor. 

“I’m not forcing myself, I’m just a bit ti-ahhh?!” she attempted to respond, but Rio had already stood and scooped her into his arms. 

Rio pouted down at her. “You’re not well. I’m going to take you to the infirmary.”

“But-”

“Hey! Thoma! We’re going to go to the infirmary!” Rio shouted across the field, and Thoma popped his head out once again from among the stalks of grain. 

“Something happen?!” Thoma shouted back.

“MC is sick!”

Resigning herself to the infirmary visit, she slumped against Rio’s chest as the valet and prince conversed. Soon enough, Rio was striding quickly across the campus in the direction of the main buildings, his face held in an expression of worry. Catching her eye as he walked, Rio jutted out a lower lip. “How long were you feeling poorly?”

Hiding her face in the lapels of his jacket, she sighed. “Just this morning.”

“You felt it before we started gardening?”

She nodded silently. Rio’s grip around her tightened and she could feel him suck in a breath. 

“Sunbeam, I… I never want you to do that again. Promise me you won’t?”

Weak to the look of sadness and anxiety in her sweet paramour’s face, she relented with a sigh and nodded again. “I promise.”

Rio nodded back slowly, staring ahead and thinking. “Next time you can just tell me. I’ll never be disappointed if you need to rest,” he said. When the pair reached the infirmary, Rio remained close, sitting on the edge of the bed as the healer administered the potion, silent and deep in thought. 

MC threw her legs over the edge of the bed, coughed into her elbow slightly, and then stood, pulling Rio from his thoughts. “I’ll go back to my room now,” she said, looking down at him guiltily. “You can go ahead and go back to gardening with Thoma now- it’ll start to get dark soon and I know there’s still a lot to do. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help today.” With that, she began to walk off, but Rio caught her by the arm, reeling her back. 

“Wait, hold on, Sunbeam- what are you doing?” he asked, perplexed.

She blinked. “Uh? I was just going to retire now…”

Rio stood, shaking his head firmly. “I’m not going to just abandon you! I’m going to nurse you back to health, of course! I can garden with Thoma later.” With an air of finality, Rio took her by the hand and led her off in the direction of her room, shaking his head and smiling at any protests. Settling her back into her bed, Rio tucked her blankets in tightly around her and gave her a hearty kiss to the forehead. “Wait here,” he instructed, then disappeared from the room.

He returned a short while later with a cart laden heavily with food: different soups, a thermos of tea, a basket of soft breads, a basket of crackers, and a bowl of already peeled and chopped fruits. She noted that his spirits seemed to have lifted in the time he’d been gone, as he sat at her bedside with a thump and an excited grin. 

“Luckily the other day Thoma, Tino and I were in the kitchens and so we already had this ready! Here, have some tea first,” Rio said, pouring an aromatic green tea into a cup and then holding it out. “For your throat. And to keep you warm.”

She took it from him and tipped it back- the heat of ginger and the sweetness of honey mixed with sky apples danced on her tongue and left a soothing coating behind. “It feels nice,” she murmured. 

Rio nodded enthusiastically, his shoulders releasing tension with no small measure of relief. “Yeah! That tea is one I had as a kid back in Voleri whenever I was ill. I had the kitchen staff teach me how to make it once when Teto was sick and lost his voice.” 

“So you’re pretty seasoned at taking care of people, huh?” MC quipped.

“I wouldn’t say that, really. I don’t know it the way people like Toa do, with all their medicines and whatnot. But I know that other things can help. Like this!” At that Rio held up a bowl of soup in one hand- an identical bowl balancing in his other hand. 

MC set down the empty teacup and took the proffered bowl, staring down in wonderment at the golden liquid within. “This looks just like…”

Rio beamed. “Yeah! That soup you told me about the other week, what was it… you called it… chicken noodle? Well, I wanted to try making it. I’m not sure we got it exactly right, but you said your mother used to make it for you and so I thought since she can’t anymore, I would.”

She had, while listening, taken several bites of the soup and felt her eyes beginning to burn with tears. She set the spoon down into the bowl with a clatter and sniffled, burying her face in her hands. 

“Sunbeam?! Is… did it not turn out right?”

“No! No, i-it’s perfect, Rio,” she choked out. She took in a shaky breath and wiped her eyes. “It’s exactly right. Thank you so much.”

Confused but relieved, he smiled and set his own bowl down on the cart, kicking off his shoes and then climbing over her to sit criss-cross beside her. “I really hope you’ll feel better soon. I don’t like to see you unwell,” he said, leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Whenever you aren’t feeling good, I want you to tell me. And I’ll make you soup and keep you company every time, I promise!” Laughing through her tears, she smiled and nodded in assent. “Of course. I promise not to pretend to feel well when I don’t.”

“That’s the spirit!” Rio exclaimed, tugging her into his arms for an enthusiastic hug and she melted into his arms. 

“...I love you, Rio. So much,” she mumbled. 

He held her face between his hands and smiled gently. “And I love you so much. You should rest now, Sunbeam. And I’ll be here when you wake up.” He brushed a hand down through her hair in long, soothing strokes until her eyelids fell heavy over her eyes and she slipped off into an easy slumber in his arms. Rio leaned back against the pillow and watched through the window as the sun sunk fully out of sight, bathing the room in the final warm orange vestiges of the day. He’d thought to himself earlier that gardening days were his favorite because of her, but it occurred to him now that any day with her was his favorite, no matter what befell them: illness included. Just her presence lit him up inside and made anything wonderful. Basking in the glow, Rio yawned and closed his own eyes, chasing the warmth of his sunbeam into the evening.

[stumblngrumbl]

So the previous owner of our land loved chain link fence. Probably because he lived in LA before here, and probably also because it at least used to be really cheap to set up. Kept his dog in; we removed much of it early on in our tenure here, though there are still a few runs that are marked for demolition (and sale to someone on craigslist hopefully).

This one section had tasty grapes growing on it, so we kept it; but every time I've seen in the last few years I've been like "damn I hate chain link".

I don't have any views really showing how ugly it was, but these will have to do (the wood posts are new):

So last year I started talking about replacing it, but though the vines are really funky shaped, I didn't want to destroy them at the same time. Last week, I solidified plans to do it, and then Saturday morning finalized them, put in the upright posts and yesterday set up the crossbars and the wiring:

The general idea is that the vines will spread across the wires, and fruit 🍇 will hang down for the picking; all the while providing convenient shade and shelter for the chickens, who will madly jump up and try to eat the grapes (usually there's a few growing down low, but with this new trellis there may not be but I won't be surprised to see them fly up halfway and perch to snack)

Now there's room for two or three new vines, especially after I hack back some of this stuff after they go dormant this coming fall.

Timing is everything - I considered doing this earlier but we had too many higher priority projects to do and it was good to see what's actually alive and what's dead on this, as it was too much of a mess to move off the chain link without some cutting back, but we didn't want to massacre live stuff when it was just walking up.

Another view -

All of the wire connections can be tightened against expected settling and seasonal temperature-induced slack/contract cycles.

We're going to plant roses at either end.

[ichigosatsuki]

I was recommended by a friend, a Pokemon fan game called Pokemon Sweets! I absolutely loved the adorable pixel art but I unfortunately I wasn't able to finish it because of the well.. very confusing typings 😅

I have no hate towards the creator of the game! After all making your own Pokie ROM hack game with all new sprites, stats, moves, abilities, and such is super difficult!

I just have some slight recommendations for the PokieSweet typings! This is just my interpretation of what flavors can go with which types!

Normal = Vanilla (pretty obvious lol)

Fire = Cherry or Orange

Water = Blueberry or Watermelon

Grass = Lime, Mint, or Matcha

Flying = Apple (cause of apples being high up on trees and Issac Newton's apple falling and such) or Cloudberry

Ground = Yams (yams can be considered sweet and are burried in the ground) or Beetroot

Electric = Lemon

Fighting = Cinnamon (since it can be both sweet and spicy!)

Dragon = Dragon fruit

Dark = Dark chocolate or Devil's food(?)

Fairy = Bubblegum, Angel's food, or cotton candy(ie FAIRY floss)

Steel = Toffee (since steel is like ground but refined and harder)

Psychic = Strawberry or raspberry

Ghost = Lavender, Soul food (cause ghost eat souls pretty obvious), or black licorice

Poison = Boisenberry (cause ya know..it sounds like poison) or Grape

Rock = Rock candy or Rocky road

Ice = Mint, blue raspberry, or Spearmint/Peppermint

Bug = Coconut, Honey, or Banana

[la-squadra1234]

Hello guys welcome back to another hunter X hunter/hxh scenario/story I totally forgot to do a New Year’s Eve so to make up for that I will do a 2023 party with the zoldyck!! that was the idea that I have been hiding from you guys I hope everybody is on the same page and I hope everybody enjoys this because I already know that this is gonna take a lot of work and a lot of time by the way for me right now it’s 2023!

Full credit too la-squadra1234

A massive party was being held at the zoldyck estate for The celebration of a new year 2023!!!

This is the invited list-

Killua-from all of his family

Gon-from silva

Kurapika-from silva

Leorio-from silva

Chrollo-from illumi

Feitan-from illumi

Phinks-from illumi

And the rest of the phantom troupe-from illumi

kikyo invited some of her friends

Silva invited some pro hunters

Zeno invited elite assassin’s

 and so many more important people were invited!

 people that showed up-

Chrollo along with the rest of the phantom troupe

Hisoka was already there from the start because he was with illumi

Gon

Killua

Kurapika

Leorio

All of kikyos Friends

 all of the pro hunters that silva invited

 every single one of the elite assassins cancelled all of their plans just to come to the party

(It was packed everybody that was invited showed up)

The food that they had at the party!

Macaroni and cheese

Pizza

Steak

Cupcakes

Muffins

Cake

Ice cream

Frozen yoghurt

Pork-in a bunch of different forms

Eggs-all the kind of eggs that you could think of

Seafood-of all kind

Cantelope

Pineapple

Red apples

Grapes

Avocados

 Green apples

 drinks that they had at the party!

Red wine

 White wine

Beer

Champagne

Whiskey

Vodka

Fruit punch

Chocolate milk

Water

Apple juice

Orange juice

 normal milk

Pepsi

Coca-Cola

7 up

Sprite

Fanta

Strawberry soda

Monster energy

Rockstar energy

Red Bull

Bang Energy

( they had a lot of options for the kids or for the people that don’t drink)

You’re probably wondering who is hosting the party well…

Silva & Zeno

(This is not the first time that they were hosting a party it just has never been this big of a party)

Music that they are playing

Jazz

Romantic

 (Music like that you get it….hopefully)

What the room of the party looked like

It was a huge circular room with a big chandelier hanging in the middle and it looks like to have crystals emeralds and rubies on it there is a huge staircase leading down to the dancing room and there is a elevator so you can go up and watch from afar the railings are very bougie and sophisticated!!!

Now that you hopefully have an idea of what the room looks like and what is going on we can get on with the story!

As soon as all the guests were there the music started playing and everybody parted into separate groups…

The assassins and pro hunters were with Zeno and silva

kikyos Friends were obviously with her

Killua was trying his best to stay as far away from his family as possible it was quite hard but he was managing it he just stayed with his usual group of people gon etc…

Illumi stayed with the phantom troupe they were all just talking taking shots and some of them were laughing

Shal decided to use his hacking skills and hack into the Bluetooth music system and he started playing hip-hop and songs that did not go with the theme uvogin then started to break dance along with phinks and Nobunaga all the girls of the phantom troupe were screaming yuhhhh get itttttt hisoka,illumi,and chrollo decided to have a twerking battle and surprisingly killua for some reason was in a very good mood and he found it very funny what his brother and the phantom troupe were doing and since the party was kind of boring anyways he decided to grab a money gun and fill it up with money and start spraying it at everybody in the phantom troupe along with his brother.

Silva,Zeno,and kikyo we’re absolutely mortified they stood there staring at them in embarrassment all the pro hunters started laughing their asses off which resulted in them getting killed but everybody ignored it and kept going the assassins were too busy drinking all of the booze to even notice that anything in the atmosphere changed But then another twist of plans happen well everybody was doing something stupid or just minding their own business hisoka snuck out of the talking battle grabbed some scissors and cut a bit of illumis hair off illumi Felt a presence behind him so he looked behind him and he seen hisoka with scissors in his hand and his hair falling down on the ground he immediately grabbed his pins and started chasing and throwing them at hisoka and everybody that tried to stop him from getting hisoka he may or may not have killed a Butler for getting in the way

Illumi caught hisoka and started punching him slapping him kicking him yelling at him and causing a scene and everybody just ignored it feitan grabbed the microphone and surprisingly yelled into it and he said….” attention all the girly girlshere chrollo Lucilfer also known as the leader of the phantom troupe won the twerking battle against hisoka morow and illumi zoldyck!!!” The entire phantom troupe started cheering and throwing empty alcohol bottles at each other

This will be continued…









[commiekinkshamer]

a couple hacks here. you dont have time/energy/etc to make veg? buy those massive trays of cut up veggies that are meant to be party platters. dont wanna eat processed instant oatmeal? you can make normal oats in the microwave too! and add chocolate chips or maple syrup or jelly to make it into a sweet treat thats not heavily processed. buy the nice supermarket bread but only the half-loaves so you dont have to worry as much about it getting funky

Thank you. The oat thing sounds overwhelming to me but I’ll look into it. I do buy trays of cut watermelon which I’ll try to keep doing (it’s $6 for two portions so rip), and grapes - I just find the repetitive chewing needed to eat the skins is giving me the ick,

I stick to a lot of canned fruit cups bc the texture is soft and easy to chew and digest

[ladyjaja]

i made a box thats a rng script tht reads from a notecard .. the contents of the notecard is a transcription of a large chunk of me and lady cpu’s buzzword codex.. i use this rng tool to generate hacks and spells for upcoming vn “precious theatre!”

heres a bunch of hacks i generated tonight:

WARP ORANGE INTENTION TRANSFER

CLOVER SMARTBOARD PEDESTAL

PICTURE TEMPLE CUT FILM

COSMIC PRINCESS PLUSH DIRK

EMBLEM FUNCTION TUCAN YURI

MAGNETIC OVERCLOCK CROSS AVATAR

PELICAN GENDER RING

CYPRUS CIRCUIT BOARD

small queen nerd vampire

petal mountain webisode hole

girl sewer message district

sweet bodydata ribbon modify

cross symbol award twin

secretary cookie owl

temporary satellite palace

psychic moral tunnel

primitive backend quill bible

denpa princess princess spirit imitation

ROCK STAR TAPE VISION WEDDING TUTOR

naughty cheatcode bridge reaper

strong pudding

rock mod nemesis

student council sharpie jpg

pelican hpunch faceup

super movement needle actor

vibrator zapdos power-faith

hentai mega sewing diciple

dekbass knowledge crybaby

invisibility bomb slipper

shit religion ideal fruit post

rescue helper chocolate hack space

familiar/special storm

spirit momo x

frilly seagull church

nu crayon textbox

dark loveletter

painkiller rom mystic

harddrive power brother

amy rose punishment operating system

investigation: snowflake recovery guide

media practice moral chant!

complex tuna ritual-potion

summon bff

%slowburn

secretary camera ego

d-pad emerald ego

dekbass angel estrogen

murder million daughter loop

crime beta sewing mecha

!! scripted agent investigation email !!

!! frequency flunk project !!

sutro topaz dimension

!! meow emblem !!

student council desktop

3rd party recovery effect

yaoi society cloud

feral fanclub callcenter

time travel defense blueprint

cosmic elevator clown

chocolate vibrator intention

login mystic snowboard

!! rollcall repost !!

condition mp3

text tournament

gem maiden

vn tunnel

paw tea

slowburn idol

pacify mmd marble

glove? broken leek

probation reboot pencil case

fact check avatar

sexy elephant

cockroach dungeon

dungeon vaccine

processing twin cannabis

familiar dictionary record token

dual sculpture justice

sister class: strange

dissonance leek

garden lamb chibi

peer to peer mouse cell phone

hairclip design botfarm

psyduck million ancestor

tutu dark dissonance

construction paranoia snake

luxury cola

mage primitive

weird doujin eggman dashboard ceremony

!! targeted individual dizzy hypno idol !!

location controller

lament phenomena

permanent copy actress

sign up prize

sister user motion data

synthetic grape vehicle

tucan password trial

familiar lesbian

technique password

custard dungeon

mount murder

equal exception hentai

hope: lesbian space program gala

dual weird lament wink

permanent paintbrush

secretary wish picture

vn boost

fur alpha

friendship picture projection errand

diamond os

leak email

nvl palmtree diagnosis

mother frog hack

alpha mask roll call

perfect frozen reciever doll

sonic committee lunch

emerald rng blender

pray scarlette serpent

shop mammoth apophenia

president dragon teto

dashboard 5g poet

violin codex frill

silver non-network

codex technique theory

quit invisibility org

virtual bomb novel

!! studio alphabet doki !!

lucky app

satellite d-pad technique

repost water divide

interplanetary pretty pigeon

paranoia bodyguard

mango fasshion

fishing tunnel administrator

dragon gallery tiger

mega mantra crow

cylinder hud

bully doily melon cousin

cave yaoi special

royal project library

cpu charm palace

permanent rockstar hammer

disturbing breakfast

profile satan haha brother

dressup book advantage

organic message board alien

mayday stream manifest synthetic court justice

big crow theory snake font recovery

vacccine alien demonic intention chapter

hpunch hpunch turn virtual passion bgm trap

yaye strawberry / order pdf chain invisibility

[largethingslargerthings]

Since I'm running low on time

it should be known that the stone

fruit of the viburnum bush tastes

best when it's already passed

through the serpentine digestion

of a longhorn beetle perched

on a branch under a purple cloud

bewildered the grass

with its snow that covers up

the dead that pass like the years

Woolf described as both

search lights & tea keetles

boiling over with blood from the void

left behin when a beak

is hacked off & tied to a settler's

shot pouch as he slashes

his way through the greenery

of an old-growth forest

undisturbed until he entered it

to chop the beech trees

into logs for the foundations

of a senate-house

where a kind of noise

adjacent to language

clogs up the gutters

unlike the chirping used

to fend off the bigger birds from

a perfect vine of wild grapes

or the rhetoric Aristotle

championed above all else

known as parrhesia or frank speech

where even under the threat

of extinction one must continue

to sing

[7r0773r]

Elegy by Larry Levis

Elegy for Whatever Had a Pattern in It

1

Now that the Summer of Love has become the moss of tunnels And the shadowy mouths of tunnels & all the tunnels lead into the city,

I'm going to put the one largely forgotten, swaying figure of Ediesto Huerta Right in front of you so you can watch him swamp fruit

Out of an orchard in the heat of an August afternoon, I'm going to let you

Keep your eyes on him as he lifts & swings fifty-pound boxes of late Elberta peaches up to me where I'm standing on a flatbed trailer & breathing in Tractor exhaust so thick it bends the air, bends things seen through it

So that they seem to swim through the air.

It is a lousy job, & no one has to do it, & we do it.

We do it so that I can show you even what isn't there, What's hidden. And signed by Time itself. And set spinning,

And is only a spider, after all, with its net waiting for what falls, For what flies into it, & ages, & turns gray in a matter of minutes. The web Is nothing's blueprint, bleached by the sun & whitened by it, it's what's left

After we've vanished, after we become what falls apart when anyone

Touches it, eyelash & collarbone dissolving into air, & time touching The boxes we are wrapped in like gifts & splintering them

Into wood again, at the edge of a wood.

2

Black Widow is a name no one ever tinkered with or tried to change. If you turn her on her back you can see the blood red hourglass figure

She carries on her belly,

Small as the design of a pirate I saw once on a tab of blotter acid

Before I took half of it, & a friend took the other, & then the two of us Walked down to the empty post office beside the lake to look,

For some reason, at the wanted posters. We liked a little drama In the ordinary then. Now a spider's enough.

And this one, in the legend she inhabits, is famous, & the male dies. She eats its head after the eggs are fertilized.

It's the hourglass on her belly I remember, & the way the figure of it, Figure eight of Time & Infinity, looked like something designed,

Etched or embossed upon the slick undershell, & the way there was, The first time I saw it, a stillness in the pattern that was not The stillness of the leaves or the stillness of the sky over the leaves.

After the male dies she goes off & the eggs

Live in the fraying sail

Of an abandoned web strung up in the corner of a picking box or beneath Some slowly yellowing grape leaf among hundreds of other Leaves, in autumn, the eggs smaller than the o in this typescript

Or a handwritten apostrophe in ink.

What do they represent but emptiness, some gold camp settlement In the Sierras swept clean by smallpox, & wind?

Canal School with its three rooms, its bell & the rope you rang it with And no one there in the empty sunlight, ring & after ring & echo.

It magnifies & I can't explain it.

Piedra, Conejo, Parlier. Stars & towns, blown fire & wind. Deneb & Altair, invisible kindling, nothing above nothing.

It magnifies & I can't explain it.

3

Expresionless spinster, carrying Time's signature preserved & signed In blood & hidden beneath you, you move two steps To the right & hold still, then one step to the left,

And hold still again, motionless as the web you wait in.

Motionless as the story you wait in & inhabit but did not spin And did not repeat. You wait in the beehive hairdo of the girl Sitting across from me in class, wait in your eggs,

4

Wait in the hair the girl teases & sprays once more at recess.

Lipstick, heels, tight sweater, leather anklet.

The story has no point but stillness itself, absence in a school desk, The hacked and scratched names visible in the varnished wood,

No one there, the bell with its ring & after ring & echo.

In class, I remember, she would look back at me with a gaze deeper Than calm, blanker than a pond's scummed & motionless surface, Beneath which there was nothing, nothing taking the shape of someone

Who had already drowned but could not die, & so sat in class Because she had to, because that was the law.

Mrs. Avery went on & on at the blackboard so we could know Who Magellan & Vizcaino had been, or sometimes she would make

The boy who spoke only Spanish read from a book, Watch him as he used his forefinger to point at each syllable

He would read, read & mispronounce, & stumble over, & go on.

*

And this isn't much of a story either, but it's one I know:

One afternoon in August, two black widow spiders bit Ediesto Huerta. He killed them both & went on working,

Went on swinging the boxes up to me. In a few minutes the sweat Bathed his face until it glistened, & still he went on working; And when I asked him to stop he would not & instead

Seemed to begin to dance slowly in the rhythms of the work, Swing & heft & turning back for another box, then

Swing, heft, & turning back again. And within a half hour or so, Without him resting once but merely swinging box after box

Of peaches up to me in the heat, the fever broke.

5

In the middle of turning away again, he stopped dancing, He stopped working. He seemed to be listening to something, & then

He passed out & fell flat on his back. It looked as if he had gone to sleep For a moment. I let the idling tractor sputter & die, & by the time

I reached him, he had awakened, &, in the next moment, his face

Began twitching, his arms & legs danced to something without music And then stiffened, his jaws clenched & his eyes fluttered open And turned a pure white. I made a stick from a peach limb & tore

The leaves & shoots off it & stuck it between his teeth

As I heard one was supposed to, &, in this way, almost Killed him by suffocation, & so took the stick out & threw it away.

And later lifted him by the one arm he extended to me & pulled him up onto The bed of the trailer. He dangled his legs off the rear of it.

We sat there, saying nothing.

It was so quiet we could hear the birds around us in the trees.

And then he turned to me, &, addressing me in a name as old as childhood, Said, "Hey Cowboy, you wanna cigarette?"

*

In the story, no one can remember whether it was car theft or burglary, But in fact, Ediesto Huerta was tried & convicted of something, & so, afterward, Became motionless & silent in the web spun around him by misfortune.

In the penitentiary the lights stay on forever,

Cell after cell after cell, they call their names out, caught in time.

Ring, & after ring, & echo.

In the story, the girl always dies of spider bites, When in fact she disappeared by breaking into the jagged pieces of glass Littering the roadsides & glinting in the empty light that shines there.

6

All we are is representation, what we appear to be & are, & are not, And representation is all we remember,

Something hesitating & looking back & caught for a moment.

God in the design on a spider's belly, standing for time & infinity, Looks back, looks back just once, then never again.

We go without a trace, I am thinking. We go & there's no one there, No one to meet us on the long drive lined with orange trees, Cypresses, the bleaching fronds of palm trees,

And though the town is still there when I return to it, when I'm gone The track is empty beside the station, & the station is boarded up, Boarded over, the town is overgrown with leaves, with weeds

Tall as windowsills, window glass out & dark inside the shops.

The classrooms & school are gone & the bell, & the rope To ring it with, & the boy reading from the book, forefinger On a syllable he can't pronounce & stumbles over again & again.

*

All we are is representation, what we are & are not,

Clear & then going dark again, all we are Is the design or insignia that mispresents what we are, & stays

Behind, & looks back at us without expression, empty road in sunlight I once drove in a '48 Jimmy truck with three tons of fruit On it & the flooring beneath the clutch so worn away I could see

The road go past beneath me, the oil flecked light & shadow

Picking up speed. Angel & Johnny Dominguez, Ediesto Huerta, Jaime Vaca & Coronado Solares, Querido Flacco

7

And the one called Dead Rat & the one called Camelias;

We go without a trace, I am thinking.

*

Today you were lying in bed, drinking tea, reading the newspaper, A look of concentration on your face, of absorption in some

Story or other.

It looked so peaceful, you reading, the bed, the sunlight over everything.

There is a blueprint of something never finished, something I'll never Find my way out of, some web where the light rocks, back & forth, Holding me in a time that's gone, bee at the windowsill & the cold

Coming back as it has to, tapping at the glass.

The figure in the hourglass & the body swinging in the rhythm of its work. The body reclining in bed, forgetting what it is, & who.

While the night goes on with its work, the stars & the shapes they make, Cold vein in the leaf & in the wind,

What are we but what we offer up?

Gifts we give, things for oblivion to look at, & puzzle over, & set aside,

Oblivion resting his cheek against a child's striped rubber ball In the photograph I have of him, head on the table & resting his cheek Against the cool surface of the ball, the one that is finished spinning, the one

He won't give back.

Oblivion who has my face in the photograph, my cheek resting Against a child's striped ball.

Oblivion with his blown fires, & empty towns ...

Oblivion who would be nothing without us, I am thinking,

8

As if we're put on the earth to forget the ending, & wander. And walk alone. And walk in the midst of great crowds,

And never come back.

***

Elegy with a Thimbleful of Water in the Cage

It's a list of what I cannot touch:

Some dandelions & black-eyed Susans growing back like innocence Itself, with its thoughtless style,

Over an abandoned labor camp south of Piedra;

And the oldest trees, in that part of Paris with a name I forget, Propped up with sticks to keep their limbs from cracking,

And beneath such quiet, a woman with a cane,

And knowing, if I came back, I could not find them again;

And a cat I remember who slept on the burnished mahogany In the scooped-out beveled place on the counter below

The iron grillwork, the way you had to pass your letter over him As he slept through those warm afternoons

In New Hampshire, the gray fur stirring a little as he inhaled;

The small rural post office growing smaller, then lost, tucked Into the shoreline of the lake when I looked back;

Country music from a lone radio in an orchard there. The first frost already on the ground.

*

And those who slipped out of their names, as if called Out of them, as if they had been waiting

To be called:

Stavros lecturing from his bequeathed chair at the Café Midi, In the old Tower Theatre District, his unending solo

Above the traffic on Olive, asking if we knew what happened To the Sibyl at Cumae after Ovid had told her story,

After Petronius had swept the grains of sand from it, how,

Granted eternal life, she had forgotten to ask for youth, & so, As she kept aging, as her body shrank within itself

And the centuries passed, she finally

Became so tiny they had to put her into a jar, at which point Petronius lost track of her, lost interest in her,

And at which point she began to suffocate

In the jar, suffocate without being able to die, until, finally, A Phoenician sailor slipped the gray piece of pottery—

Its hue like an overcast sky & revealing even less—

Into his pocket, & sold it on the docks at Piraeus to a shop owner Who, hearing her gasp, placed her in a birdcage

On a side street just off Onmonios Square, not to possess her,

But to protect her from pedestrians, & the boys of Athens rattled The bars of her cage with sticks as they ran past yelling,

"Sibyl, Sibyl, what do you want?" — each generation having to Listen more closely than the one before it to hear

The faintest whispered rasp from the small bitter seed Of her tongue as she answered them with the same

Remark passing through time, "I want to die!" As time passed & she Gradually grew invisible, the boys had to press

Their ears against the cage to hear her.

And then one day the voice became too faint, no one could hear it, And after that they stopped telling

The story. And then it wasn't a story, it was only an empty cage. That hung outside a shop among the increasing

Noise of traffic, &, from the square itself, blaring from loudspeakers, The shattered glass & bread of political speeches

That went on half the night, & the intermittent music of strip shows In summer when the doors of the bars were left open,

And then, Stavros said, the sun shone straight through the cage.

You could see there was nothing inside it, he said, unless you noticed How one of the little perches swung back & forth, almost

Imperceptibly there, though the street was hot, windless; or unless You thought you saw a trace of something flicker across

The small mirror above the thimbleful of water, which of course Shouldn't have been there, which should have evaporated

Like the voice that went on whispering ceaselessly its dry rage

Without listeners. He said that even if anyone heard it, They could not have recognized the dialect

As anything human.

He would lie awake, the only boy in Athens who

Still heard it repeating its wish to die, & he was not surprised, He said, when the streets, the bars & strip shows,

Began to fill with German officers, or when the loudspeakers And the small platform in the square were, one day,

Shattered into a thousand pieces.

As the years passed, as even the sunlight began to seem As if it was listening to him outside the windows

Of the Midi, he began to lose interest in stories, & to speak Only in abstractions, to speak only of theories,

Never of things.

Then he began to come in less frequently, & when he did, He no longer spoke at all. And so,

Along the boulevards in the winter the bare limbs of the trees One passed in the city became again

Only the bare limbs of trees, no girl stepped into them To tell us of their stillness. We would hear

Rumors of Stavros following the gypsy Pentecostalists into Their tents, accounts of him speaking in tongues;

Glossolalia, he once said, which was all speech, & none.

In a way, it didn't matter anymore. Something in time was fading— And though girls still came to the café to flirt or argue politics

Or buy drugs from the two ancient boys expressionless as lizards Now as they bent above a chessboard—

By summer the city parks had grown dangerous.

No one went there anymore to drink wine, dance, & listen To metal amplified until it seemed, as it had

Seemed once, the bitter, cleansing angel released at last from what Fettered it inside us. And maybe there

Wasn't any angel after all. The times had changed. It became Difficult to tell for sure. And anyway,

There was a law against it now; a law against gathering at night In the parks was actually all that the law

Said was forbidden for us to do, but it came to the same thing. It meant you were no longer permitted to know,

Or to decide for yourself,

Whether there was an angel inside you, or whether there wasn't.

*

Poverty is what happens at the end of any story, including this one, When there are too many stories.

When you can believe in all of them, & so believe in none; When one condition is as good as any other.

The swirl of wood grain in this desk: is it the face of an angel, or The photograph of a girl, the only widow in her high school,

After she has decided to turn herself

Into a tree? (It was a rainy afternoon, & her van skidded at sixty; For a split second the trunk of an oak had never seemed

So solemn as it did then, widening before her.)

Or is it misfortune itself, or the little grimace the woman Makes with her mouth above the cane,

There, then not there, then there again?

Or is it the place where the comparisons, the little comforts Like the cane she's leaning on, give way beneath us?

*

What do you do when nothing calls you anymore? When you turn & there is only the light filling the empty window?

When the angel fasting inside you has grown so thin it flies Out of you a last time without your

Knowing it, & the water dries up in its thimble, & the one swing In the cage comes to rest after its almost imperceptible,

Almost endless, swaying?

I'm going to stare at the whorled grain of wood in this desk I'm bent over until it's infinite,

I'm going to make it talk, I'm going to make it Confess everything.

I was about to ask you if you were cold, if you wanted a sweater, Because ... well, as Stavros would say

Before he began one of those

Stories that seemed endless, the sun pressing against The windows of the café & glinting off the stalled traffic

Just beyond them, this could take a while;

*

I pass the letter I wrote to you over the sleeping cat & beyond

the iron grillwork, into the irretrievable.

[maylegacy-sims4]

Etsuko was the randomized crazy caller. At first I was like Etsuko must have been hacked... but then I got to thinking... they used to be Friends with Benefits and they stopped when Marilyn married Aadhya (which was ages ago at this point) but also even though the other households autoAGE, they don't auto move through their careers and Marilyn has remained on top and even though Etsuko is in a lot of her movies but she's still fairly low in the acting career. So maybe she got drunk one night and told her mother-in-law what she really feels!

I downloaded some murals and did some photoshoots with Marilyn and Aadhya. I thought they'd be in buy mode but they were wallpapers!

I also put down a fluffy rug to emulate snow but you can see the concrete floor underneath (but not in the sim's picture, only in the wideshot)

Look at all of Marilyn's bottles! the first rack is almost all finely aged, but not quite! I'm getting a little worried that her time will run out before all her wine gets finely aged...

The greenhouse is full of all the fruit that makes nectar and I had this upstairs space that used to house Tessa's science things but when she moved out, I requisitioned part of it to put an upstairs bathroom and I was like what should the rest of the space be? A guest bedroom? But we already have plenty of bedrooms because this generation, June only has one kid. So I thought, indoor greenhouse! This space has flowers (for fertilizer) and some grapes, a death flower, pomegranate...

Everything was breaking

Julius called Marilyn and invited her to the Spice Festival and everyone else was at work so she accepted. She learned how to make a Spinach Wrapped Burrito and Goi Cuon. She was uncomfortable because they were only normal quality but she can make them excellent now?

Marilyn was the last person to accomplish her New Year's resolution which was wild to me! It was raise a skill and I'm like she's doing stuff ALL the time, how is that possible? It's possible because all the things she does she has maxed out and she's so old and I'm intentional with her. So now I made her get the video game skill up and now she's maxed it.

Venus stares intently while she gets her diaper changed.

[thanatoseyes]

Low energy hack for me, just throw steam bag vegetables in the microwave.

I also get those Kraft singles serve macaroni containers. Pop those bad boys in and you've got an entire meal.

Don't feel like cooking? Put cheese on a tortilla and just put it in the microwave. Feeling need for protein? Just put deli slices on it.

Don't like the flavor? Put hot sauce or chipotle sauce on that thing. That's all you'll taste.

Make sure you have loose fruit just hanging around. Apples? Bananas? Grapes!! Easy pickings.

Life's hard but it can be made a little easier.

[farzanatrading]

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