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gaysie · 8 days ago
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babe you haven’t had your 4 hole serving today..
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alienhazy · 6 months ago
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earth has a new moon and im a pescatarian now. 2020 really is the craziest year
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cosima-scully · 9 months ago
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sometimes.... cheap alcohol.... is better than expensive alcohol
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lostnite · 11 months ago
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whoever just put on ed sheeran after 'always something there to remind me' is the worst dj any pick n save has ever seen
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saturns-old-bones · a year ago
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i wanted to finish three collages but i got only two done so i’ll probably post more later. 
@proteus-s 
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mittentroll · a year ago
You’re close to where I’m from! I live not far from flint in Owosso. Have you heard of it? Whenever people ask me from out of town they usually say no 😂
I actually worked at the Meijer in Owosso for a couple of years in high school! I spent a fair amount of time in Owosso from high school to college, it’s a cute sleepy town~ ✨
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I shall read through the drug facts first, it’s some meijer brand make you sleep slurp liquid, that was a fun description to write
I will also consider the not drinking more than needed idea that is being suggested
There's a goddamn good reason why there's a dosing cup
If you keep doing that, your body will fuck you over with a myriad of problems
Use. The. Fucking. Cup.
I am very fucking serious about this
I do not joke around when it comes to medication of any kind
When I say don't fuck around and find out with this kind of shit, I mean it
I will say this again and as many times as I need to
Use. The. Fucking. Cup.
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max--phillips · 5 days ago
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Meijer is carrying impossible now!! I got some and I’m gonna try my mozzarella stuffed meatball recipe with it and see how it goes. Probably not tonight bc I’m tired but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It was pretty pricy as compared to your average ground beef; I got 12 oz for $9. Not even a full pound!! Cmon, impossible! Nonetheless I have always been very impressed with the impossible whopper so we’ll see how this goes
I’ll post my meatball recipe here shortly in a separate post, assuming I haven’t already. I’m totally making the fact this COULD be a vegetarian dish irrelevant by using my fave parmesan in it, and typically speaking Good Parmesan™️ uses animal rennet, which is not a veg-friendly ingredient. But you could skip over the parmesan part entirely and just go with everything else.
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warofroyalsrpg · 5 days ago
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—♗ Bishops never misbehave and for LEA NICOLE WOLF, the TWENTY-EIGHT-year old CHOCOLATE SHOP OWNER, that is a tradition SHE intends to keep. To others, SHE looks an awful lot like ELIZABETH LAIL and has been described as being AN ANGEL but behind closed doors, SHE is DECEPTIVE & REMORSEFUL but also STOIC & FRIENDLY. Most importantly though, SHE is a loyal REBEL. (CJ/32/CST/She/Her)
Welcome Lea Wolf, we want to thank you for your compliance in allowing the village to become a home to those far away from their own home and your chocolate shop to serve the people well. The fc of Elizabeth Lail is now taken! Please check out the checklist and send in your account within twenty-four hours.
What is your character’s gender?: Cis Female
Are you filling a wanted connection? If so, which one?: Sorta. I’ve talked to Kayla about her wanted connection for the villager fling that was originally created with Lea, when I had the character prior. And I have also talked to Nat about the connection between Solveig and Lea. And Kayla and Jayme have said it is okay to have an aunt be the person Lea accidentally kills.
Please provide three headcanons about your character:
(TW: Death, Murder Mention)
Love is a funny thing. For Lea Wolf, the love for her fiance meant everything and the pair were inseparable. She wholeheartedly believed she knew everything about the man, except there was one huge secret that was being kept from her; his involvement with the Rebels. When the Rebel Roundup happened, Tobias was taken for the slaughter.
However, the picture that was painted in Lea’s head was one of loyalty and revenge owed to the man she loved. Believing he was wrongly accused, the young woman did what she could and confronted the only member of the Dutch royal family that had given her the time of day, and in doing so, her anger resulted in actions that caused the woman to die in front of her.
Knowing she would be sentenced to death, if she were ever caught, Lea turned to the only person she could think of, that she had prayed would be able to help her; Tobias’ good friend, Solveig. And in doing so ended up being recruited by the rebels as a means to keep her safe from the Dutch Royals. Upon arriving in Khatanga for her first real mission, Lea was tasked with setting up a cover, which resulted in Zucker Lügt being created, and how she met Matthias Meijer. The two became quite smitten with each other early on, and unbeknownst to him, Lea knew exactly who she was dealing with; following her instructions to get closer to the man and spy on him. Unfortunately, she had also begun to have feelings for him and the kind and funny man he was turning out to be. Something she never thought she’d experience again after the death of Tobias. However, the truth soon came out about who he was and the man she was falling fast and hard for left her heartbroken. And not wanting to see him or anyone else for the time being, Lea became a hermit. Only leaving when she absolutely needed to, passing on Zucker Lügt’s ownership to someone else temporarily. After many months of hiding out, Lea finally made her way back into society and resumed her position as owner of the chocolate shop.While her status as a Rebel is still instated, Lea knows this isn’t the life she had planned for herself. Everyday she feels guilt for accidentally causing a woman’s death, and it hurts even more knowing that it was a member of Matthias’ family. But if her true identity is ever found out, Lea knows any chance at living life at all is over.
Please provide two or more connection ideas for your character:
To Love Again: Lea’s love life has taken a hard hit twice within a short amount of time. She’s not sure she’ll ever be able to fall for someone in quite the same way again, so it would take a very special person for her to trust she’s not going to end up heartbroken again. Is your character that person?
A Best Friend: While Lea does have Solveig in her life, the pair only knew each other via her deceased fiance, and to Lea, Solveig is more of a mentor and guide in the new life she’s leading as a rebel. But Lea would love a best friend. Someone to talk to, hang out with, and to just have a shoulder to cry on. Unfortunately, she can’t tell everything about her life, but if you’re looking for someone who is caring, fun, and loyal you will find that in Lea.
Please answer the following questions IC:
How do you feel about your home being overrun by royals?
"This isn't really my home, so I'm not too concerned about it. I mean, don't get me wrong, the people here are lovely, but this is just a chapter in my life, and one day I shall return to my beautiful home country of Austria, when my time as owner of Zucker Lügt has run its course."
What is your favorite or least favorite part about living in the village?
"I suppose it is lovely to look at on my walk to the chocolate shop, and most people offer a kind smile whenever I'm out and about running errands. My least favorite thing...some people are just...hard to look at." Lea laughed softly.
What do you think you contribute to the village?
"Why delicious chocolate of course! I have one customer who frequents the shop. I swear I truly believe she's the reason we've stayed in business so long."
Does your character own a shop in town? If so, please provide the name, a short description blurb, and link a photo so that it can be added to the locations page.
Yes. She is the owner of Zucker Lügt, which is already on the locations page from the last time she owned the chocolate shop.
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prolet-kult · 8 days ago
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How my mom accommodates my switch to vegetarianism (answer: by doing her best)
I read a lot of stories about hard family interactions around here, so I wanted to counterbalance a little bit by sharing how my mom participates in my vegetarianism. I thought maybe y'all would get a kick out of her (very loving) efforts like I do.
So, for the record, I went vegetarian probably 2 or 3 years ago, and was lucky to have a supportive family who didn't judge. I got one "why would you wanna do that?" from my dad and that was that.
Most of my family doesn't acknowledge it one way or the other, except my Mom. Who has gone on to become the living embodiment of the "He's a little confused, but he's got the spirit" meme.
Important context: No one in my family understands or likes cooking. Not one of us. And it goes back generations. My whole childhood was box-food supported and microwave-made.
But of course The Mom Drive to Feed and Overfeed™ was there, just, you know, funneled into lunchables and mac 'n' cheese.
That said, vegetarianism provided quite the block for that drive. She wanted to overfeed me and suddenly had no idea how. She already had a limited recipe repertoire and now had to deal with an all new kind of nonsense. She was a little stumped, and so asked me what I eat. Now, I had no idea how to guide my mom on this path because I had no idea what I was doing either. And just like her, I can't cook. Even if I could and had easy recipes at top of mind, she'd never really been the type to learn new recipes. So I just gave her some examples and hoped for the best.
And that is why it all started with sushi.
See, I made the mistake of telling her I'd occasionally eat fish. Specifically, sushi. I consider sushi a very rare, very special treat. When I said "I'll sometimes eat fish" I meant "I eat fish 2 or 3 times a year." But that's not what mom heard. Oh no. What she heard was "I'll eat sushi any time!" And, well, that was very exciting news for mom. I mean, sushi is almost meat, right? It's kind-of-sort-of like having steak with your veggies at dinner. Or it was enough so to be good enough for her!
So what inevitably happened? Every time I come home my mom has sushi stacked to the gills (hah) in the fridge, ready to be my breakfast, lunch and dinner!
Well, obviously that wasn't going to work. Not only does too much sushi a nauseous person make, but even Meijer-made sushi can be very, very expensive. I didn't want to push that cost on her. Aaaaand I also didn't want an unfortunate and very specific food allergy. So I said "Mom, here's an easy rule: Just don't buy anything that's had eyes. You know. Fruits! Veggies! Stuff like that."
She nodded and agreed. But, well. She struggled. My mom is not a veggie eater, so it's hard for her to imagine that as a meal. But she likes fruits! Fruits are sugar, and sugar is great!
So the next stage in my mother's evolution?
Fruit trays. Fruit trays as faaaaar as the eye can see. And heck, why stop at fruit sugar? Fruit is lame compared to other sugars. Candy doesn't have eyes! Pastries don't have eyes! M&Ms and twix and reeses and cakes and donuts don't have eyes!
Suffice to say going home was like whatever the opposite of diet camp is. I would be inundated with sugar for at minimum two entire days, slowly slipping into a quiet, exhausted coma while everyone wondered what the hell my problem was.
Of course, this DEFINITELY couldn't go on. Even I, a woman who has a 1st degree black belt in simping for her own sugar-tooth, couldn't hack it. I couldn't take it. I felt like a woman made of syrup and sweets and eventually even the thought of a peanut M&M made my face screw up like a baby eating its first lemon. And that's just a sorry state to be in.
So it had to end.
"Okay mom, I appreciate this and I see where you're coming from. But we can't do this. What do you say to just some straight-up veggies? No fuss, no muss. Just some veg paired with whatever grains you have in the house and I'll figure it out from there." And I thought to myself "Okay, I can work with anything she grabs and make it with some rice and call it good enough. Maybe now I when I visit my family I can do it with my eyes open the whole time instead of laying on the couch like a dead person."
But. Veg is a hard ask. Like we covered. To my mother? Veggies are not a meal. Specifically, veggies are frozen things and canned things, and how can you make that a meal?
Well, she concluded, it'll just have to come down to quantity.
And quantity I did get!
Absolute GOBS of frozen peas, corn and carrots. Onions! (Me: "Only onions, Mom???" Her: "All you said was no eyes!") But that's not all! Now we've moved on to veggie trays to go with the fruit trays. Now I get a photo of multiple veggie trays with the words: "so you'll have something for lunch!" texted to me the day before I visit.
Which leads us to where we are now. I do my best with the inarguably random assortment of veg my mom grabs me. And you know, mixed with past hits like sushi, M&Ms and veggie tray cauliflower I'd say we've landed on workable meals (and... maybe a tum ache). We have tried doing recipes together, but she's usually concluded they're extremely gross or too difficult. And you know what? I get it! She hates cooking and I do, too! I won't force her and I appreciate that she tries at all.
So, you know, despite the upset tum and my many, many... many questions about some of these food decisions, I can't tell you how much I appreciate her working so hard for me. It cracks me up and it makes my trip every single time. It's a sincere effort and comes from a place of so much love that I can't even imagine being upset. It's something I think about just to make myself smile on a good day.
I still try to show her recipes, I still offer to bring my own food (resoundly rejected), and I still try to get her to try stuff. But part of me doesn't necessarily want any of it to change because it's the perfect encapsulation of the kind of person my mom is. Determined, Loving, Hard-Working, and Hugely Misguided haha.
So I hope you enjoyed me sharing my Mom's adventures in what she probably considers torture, and thank you for reading if you got this far <3 Obviously there's more to the story than all this, but we're a little long in the tooth as it is, so I'll leave it at that.
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bentylershook · 8 days ago
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How my mom accommodates my switch to vegetarianism (answer: by doing her best)
I read a lot of stories about hard family interactions around here, so I wanted to counterbalance a little bit by sharing how my mom participates in my vegetarianism. I thought maybe y'all would get a kick out of her (very loving) efforts like I do.
So, for the record, I went vegetarian probably 2 or 3 years ago, and was lucky to have a supportive family who didn't judge. I got one "why would you wanna do that?" from my dad and that was that.
Most of my family doesn't acknowledge it one way or the other, except my Mom. Who has gone on to become the living embodiment of the "He's a little confused, but he's got the spirit" meme.
Important context: No one in my family understands or likes cooking. Not one of us. And it goes back generations. My whole childhood was box-food supported and microwave-made.
But of course The Mom Drive to Feed and Overfeed™ was there, just, you know, funneled into lunchables and mac 'n' cheese.
That said, vegetarianism provided quite the block for that drive. She wanted to overfeed me and suddenly had no idea how. She already had a limited recipe repertoire and now had to deal with an all new kind of nonsense. She was a little stumped, and so asked me what I eat. Now, I had no idea how to guide my mom on this path because I had no idea what I was doing either. And just like her, I can't cook. Even if I could and had easy recipes at top of mind, she'd never really been the type to learn new recipes. So I just gave her some examples and hoped for the best.
And that is why it all started with sushi.
See, I made the mistake of telling her I'd occasionally eat fish. Specifically, sushi. I consider sushi a very rare, very special treat. When I said "I'll sometimes eat fish" I meant "I eat fish 2 or 3 times a year." But that's not what mom heard. Oh no. What she heard was "I'll eat sushi any time!" And, well, that was very exciting news for mom. I mean, sushi is almost meat, right? It's kind-of-sort-of like having steak with your veggies at dinner. Or it was enough so to be good enough for her!
So what inevitably happened? Every time I come home my mom has sushi stacked to the gills (hah) in the fridge, ready to be my breakfast, lunch and dinner!
Well, obviously that wasn't going to work. Not only does too much sushi a nauseous person make, but even Meijer-made sushi can be very, very expensive. I didn't want to push that cost on her. Aaaaand I also didn't want an unfortunate and very specific food allergy. So I said "Mom, here's an easy rule: Just don't buy anything that's had eyes. You know. Fruits! Veggies! Stuff like that."
She nodded and agreed. But, well. She struggled. My mom is not a veggie eater, so it's hard for her to imagine that as a meal. But she likes fruits! Fruits are sugar, and sugar is great!
So the next stage in my mother's evolution?
Fruit trays. Fruit trays as faaaaar as the eye can see. And heck, why stop at fruit sugar? Fruit is lame compared to other sugars. Candy doesn't have eyes! Pastries don't have eyes! M&Ms and twix and reeses and cakes and donuts don't have eyes!
Suffice to say going home was like whatever the opposite of diet camp is. I would be inundated with sugar for at minimum two entire days, slowly slipping into a quiet, exhausted coma while everyone wondered what the hell my problem was.
Of course, this DEFINITELY couldn't go on. Even I, a woman who has a 1st degree black belt in simping for her own sugar-tooth, couldn't hack it. I couldn't take it. I felt like a woman made of syrup and sweets and eventually even the thought of a peanut M&M made my face screw up like a baby eating its first lemon. And that's just a sorry state to be in.
So it had to end.
"Okay mom, I appreciate this and I see where you're coming from. But we can't do this. What do you say to just some straight-up veggies? No fuss, no muss. Just some veg paired with whatever grains you have in the house and I'll figure it out from there." And I thought to myself "Okay, I can work with anything she grabs and make it with some rice and call it good enough. Maybe now I when I visit my family I can do it with my eyes open the whole time instead of laying on the couch like a dead person."
But. Veg is a hard ask. Like we covered. To my mother? Veggies are not a meal. Specifically, veggies are frozen things and canned things, and how can you make that a meal?
Well, she concluded, it'll just have to come down to quantity.
And quantity I did get!
Absolute GOBS of frozen peas, corn and carrots. Onions! (Me: "Only onions, Mom???" Her: "All you said was no eyes!") But that's not all! Now we've moved on to veggie trays to go with the fruit trays. Now I get a photo of multiple veggie trays with the words: "so you'll have something for lunch!" texted to me the day before I visit.
Which leads us to where we are now. I do my best with the inarguably random assortment of veg my mom grabs me. And you know, mixed with past hits like sushi, M&Ms and veggie tray cauliflower I'd say we've landed on workable meals (and... maybe a tum ache). We have tried doing recipes together, but she's usually concluded they're extremely gross or too difficult. And you know what? I get it! She hates cooking and I do, too! I won't force her and I appreciate that she tries at all.
So, you know, despite the upset tum and my many, many... many questions about some of these food decisions, I can't tell you how much I appreciate her working so hard for me. It cracks me up and it makes my trip every single time. It's a sincere effort and comes from a place of so much love that I can't even imagine being upset. It's something I think about just to make myself smile on a good day.
I still try to show her recipes, I still offer to bring my own food (resoundly rejected), and I still try to get her to try stuff. But part of me doesn't necessarily want any of it to change because it's the perfect encapsulation of the kind of person my mom is. Determined, Loving, Hard-Working, and Hugely Misguided haha.
So I hope you enjoyed me sharing my Mom's adventures in what she probably considers torture, and thank you for reading if you got this far <3 Obviously there's more to the story than all this, but we're a little long in the tooth as it is, so I'll leave it at that.
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