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piemonkey · 2 months

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Blueberry rhubarb pie

#rhubarb #pie #blueberr #fud #food

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sowacream · 8 months

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the inanimate insanity s3e15 trailer came out today and i will never be the same

#LIFERING HAS A NICKNAME FOR BLUEBERRY I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS #BLUEBERR #BLUE. BERR. DO YOU UNDERTAND WHY I AM LIKE THIS ABOUT IT #so mad that goo didnt get to do anything #AND CANDLE IS THE MOM OF THE GROUP NOW INSTEAD OF TK??#AND. EEPY BOT #HOW ARE THEY EEPY IF THEY'RE A ROBOT? AND WHY WERE THEY OK WITH NO SLEEP IN S3E3??#QUESTIONS THAT DO NOT NEED ANSWERS BECAUSE OF ADORABLENESS #AAAAAAAAAAAA

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treatsforslug · 1 year

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little slug loves a vegan blueberry donut

#donut #vegan #blueberr #pastry #slug #wow wow wow

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wowwwhi · 8 months

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ok so now imm lost likee seven miles from yhe nearest form of cuvilisation and doibting my knowlege of bluberries

#'bilberries havs rred flesh as opposed to the green of blueberries' UH BLUEBERRES ARE FUCKIN RED INSYIDE????#WDYM??#areblueberries the same as. bilberries or not???????

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harshitajoshi28 · 5 months

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Blueberres & Dried Cranberries Combo | Healthy Snacks | Dried Fruits | 150g Each

Indulge in the natural goodness of Ecotyl's Dried Blueberries and Cranberries Combo. Bursting with vibrant flavors, these sun-kissed berries are carefully dried to preserve their juiciness. Packed with antioxidants and sweet-tart delight, our blend is a wholesome snack or a versatile ingredient for your favorite recipe.

#blueberres #dried cranberries #supernatural #dried fruits

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neige-leblanche · 2 months

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i need a little treat cause im such a good boy

today i made some crafts & played with my toys

gettin crazy brewin up some herbal tea

and yeah you best believe that it's blueberr-y

#txt

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bluepeachstudios · 1 year

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Remember you mentioning only food sacrifices so here's a nice little something for Ghost 🍉🍇🫐🍲🍜🦞🥗🥐🍔 (hopefully none of these give him a mental breakdown cuz of the strawberry thing with his Raph)

OH NO LEO LIKES BLUEBERR--

He'll be okay. Sometimes things slip through before he can stop himself. It's hard not to carry your family with you when they're gone.

#asks #peepaw polls

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clear-chaos-collection · 5 months

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pancakes or waffles

NO THATS HARD

Uhhhhh

blueberr waffles

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fantasy-fields-bitty-center · 7 months

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Hello, if it's no trouble, may I request a matchup?

My soul trait is kindness

I'm agender aromantic and asexual and will go by a few different neo-pronouns, I'm rather pale with really short brown hair and darkish brown eyes. I'm quite skinny often wearing jackets/hoodies (because I'm always so cold) and glasses. I'm not the proudest of my appearance but I don't outright hate it. I'm rather friendly if a little awkward and skittish, I often have a hard time starting a conversation for the first (few) times or standing up for myself. Other than that I'm very caring of others I care about and sometimes even considered motherly in a way to some.

I really like collecting rocks (of any kind, crystal, shiny, plain, large or small polished or not. I have a large collection and a small problem), reading, drawing/coloring, exploring and climbing, murder mysteries and who-done-it's, stuffed toys, animals

I don't like blood (it freaks me out, a lot), horror movies, yelling (at me specifically, in general can be iffy depending on the situation), someone coming into my room and messing with my things

Other stuff to know is I'm autistic with severe anxiety and mild depression, of which I taking medication for both. I'm both very cuddly and yet also not, always wanting to give those I care about hugs and (platonic) forehead kisses although if someone tells me no, either it not being a good time, them not wanting to be touched at that time or if it makes them uncomfortable I will refrain from doing so, but also having times where being held or touched by another can make me uncomfortable.

Yes! You can have a matchup! ^^

Doll(Tale Papyrus Neko):

1.0 Foxy:

1.0 Fixed Foxy:

Eevee pokebitty:

Black Neck(Tale Gaster Lamia):

Red Viper(Fell Sans Lamia):

Blue Coral(Blueberrer Lamia):

Honeybun(Swap Paps Satyr):

Clay(FellSwap Paps Satyr):

Buttercup(Tale Alphys Satyr):

Pudu(Tale Sans Faun):

Sander(Tale Sans Unicorn):

Del(Tale Paps Unicorn):

G1 Jazz:

G1 Soundwave:

Kissy(normal Kissy Missy bitty):

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I wouldn't recommend quite a few Lamia bitties as some only like to eat meat, but it'd be cooked since most of our bitties don’t need raw meat but still, they prefer it a bit on the rarer side-

And some Osteobats may be vampiric and need blood, though they can have plasma, which is like a pale violet juice, it does have an odd soft glow though, but you cant really see it unless it's in the dark!

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This was taking me to long so sorry-! No notes ^^;

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bloodhoundluke · 1 year

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wake me up when september ends ✧ luke hemmings

description: it's been 12 years since your father passed away. when september comes around, you feel extremely sad about him no longer being there with you. luke, your boyfriend, tries to comfort you and be the best partner one can be in the situation.

pairing: gf!reader x luke hemmings

warnings: angst, grief, death, luke bein' an absolute fluffball (let me know if there's anything else).

word count: 1,1k.

a/:n: this is a songfic, inspired by wake me up when september ends by green day. i love this song to bits. this is a personal (and at times specific in terms of details i guess) one, so this is somewhat based on my own experiences of grief. also, this is written in the first person (i don't really know if i like it, but i figured that'd be the best option). if you spot any mistakes (e.g. grammar), please do let me know!

y/n = your name & y/n/n = your nickname

Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends

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Here comes the rain again Falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again Becoming who we are

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As my memory rests But never forgets what I lost Wake me up when September ends

The first drops of rain crumbled down the living room window. Every year, when August slipped away in a heartbeat, and September came to replace it, I felt melancholic. Today, it's been twelve years of not seeing him. Twelve years since he fell asleep so quietly and delicately, to a sleep, which he'd never wake up from. The disease that stripped him away from me, was called lung cancer. "Keep your head up. You'll pass it, I know it". I told him about my upcoming exams at school at the age of 13. On his remaining breaths, midst of incredible physical and emotional pain, he still chose to support me. He chose to show love, sympathy, and kindness. And that's the legacy that's left of him. I wanted to continue that legacy, by showing everyone else the kindness and support he showed me, his one and only daughter. He was my biggest cheerleader, and the only one I ever really even needed. Or wanted. Hand-written notes, old photographs, and countless memories were all that is left of him. I keep them in a memory box under my bed. Every time I grieve him, I open that box and browse through everything that is in there. When I was a little girl, on some days, I dreamt of him walking me down the aisle. The two most important male figures in my life would shake their hands, and smile at each other gracefully. My father would shed a few tears, not even attempting to wipe them away. He hated crying in front of me - not because he didn't want to show any emotion, but because he didn't want me to worry. "You've got other stuff to worry about than me, your old pa, my petal".

For the past three years, Luke has shown me the same kindness for me that my father showed me. In that sense, they resembled each other.

I told Luke about my father when we had dated for briefly four months. It was a dark, rainy Friday night. We had a pasta night, which we usually did on Fridays when we were together. We took our turns preparing different kinds of pasta dishes, but after a few weeks, we got tired of preparing the meals alone. So we decided to cook together on our pasta Fridays. That Friday, we were eating shrimp pasta in Luke's living room. This time for the past two years, he has been extremely delicate with me. Patient and even more caring than usual. To the public, he seemed somewhat reserved, so this teddy bearish side of him at first surprised me. Last year, he went to pick up my favorite Italian take-out. He made a cozy fort full of blankets and pillows for us to lay on and watch silly tv shows. "We've got to be kids sometime, yeh?", he half-laughed, and closed me in a tight, warm embrace. "I love you so much, Y/N/N", he mumbled to my ear as we were cuddling, me being the little spoon (for once), under the numerous blankets.

And the year before, we did things my father loved in memory of him. For breakfast, we ate blueberry pancakes while listening to old rock songs. We played football for an hour or so, despite the fact Luke and I both were terrible at it. His lanky and clumsy legs and my terrible coordination skills were not that great of a combo. As the day turned to the evening, we went out to purchase fishing gear and went fishing. Luke got a few trouts, I didn't get any despite trying. At night, we read old comic books together in bed and drank black tea. He even played and sung one of my father's favorite songs, I Was Made for Lovin' You by KISS. "Lu, thank you for today, I really mean it". "Of course, anything for you, my love".

This year, the anniversary of my father's death landed on Friday. Secretly I wished that I didn't have to engage in our pasta Friday today. "What pasta do you want to eat today?", Luke put his arms around from behind. He rested his head on my left shoulder and kissed my cheek gently. "Don't really know, Lu. Got nothing in my mind", I said. "Alrighty, then. D'you want to skip pasta Friday?". "I dunno. Maybe. Yeah. If it's okay for you? I am not exactly in the mood to cook". "Of course, Y/N. Today's all about you. Whatever you need", he said as his light brownish beard stubble tickled the side of my face. "Hey, Lu, your beard is tickling, aaaahh". "D'you like it?", he giggled. "Not exactly", I laughed as he continued to rub his beard stubble on my face. "Mmmh, okay", he backed away and made his way to grab his phone from the kitchen counter. "I ordered some Italian take-out. Hope you don't mind", he smiled. "For me?" "Yes, you silly, for you", he closed me in a bear hug. "You're touchier than usual", I stated. "Is it okay that I am? The last thing I want for you is to be uncomfortable. I just want to make you feel extra loved today. It's a hard day, today, y'know. Wanna show you how much I care for you." "It's okay, Lu", I sighed, and it felt like a switch in my brain went off.

The tears came streaming down my face and I couldn't control myself. I don't really know why I am sobbing this uncontrollably. Is it the grief? Is it because I am grateful for Luke? Maybe it's both. Is it because I've got a million things on my mind? I should do the laundry, finish a few job tasks, and call my best friend. I am sure I even forgot something that's on my to-do list. "Mmh, cry it out, baby. It's okay, I promise", he caressed my hair as I sobbed against his hoodie-covered chest.

"This month feels like an ever-lasting reminder of him not being here, y'know?" "I understand. That's gotta be tough, my darling. But know he's proud of you. So, so, so proud. I would've loved to meet him, he sounded like an incredible person". "Mmmh, he was. He was amazing, the best person to exist, hands down", I mumbled as he caressed my hands with his thumbs in a circling motion, ever so gently.

"But, you're an amazing guy, too. Luke, thanks for being so understanding. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend than you", I smiled to him, and he smiled back at me gently. His eyes closed for the briefest moment, and he looked me into my eyes. "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, not always. But I love you with every fiber of my being, that's something I swear on", he got closer to my face and pecked my forehead, not once, but twice.

"I love you, Lu".

"I know, baby", he murmured, his eyes sparkling and voice full of softness. Then and there, I realized that getting to know and love Luke was undeniably the best part of my life.

ps. i don't even know what kind of things i'd do to hear Luke singing I Was Made for Lovin' You 🥺 and do i even know know to write something other than fluff lol?

#luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings fanfic #luke 5sos #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings angst #luke fanfiction #my writing #5sos fanfic #5sos imagine #luke x reader #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings x you

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calamityandme · 10 months

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Today has been a day already lol. I went to a OBGYN appointment this morning and it went well.

In my appointment I was asked if I am eating and drinking enough. I was honest and said food has been hard recently (didn’t get too into it because I didn’t want to freak anyone out). I then talked to a social worker at the hospital and she gave me some resources in town.

Resources in hand, I picked my fiancé up from our house and we went to a local organization that provides utility assistance. The employees were really nice and helped answer our questions. Now we’re waiting for a call to see if we need to do anything else/if we’ve been approved.

After that we decided to try a food pantry. I used to go to the food pantry as a kid with my mom. I’ve also been many times as an adult, but it’s been a couple years since I’ve been.

The food pantry I used to go to made themselves primarily a mobile pantry. That isn’t that big of an issue, but because I only have one car between me and my partner it can be hard to access. I might try it again though.

The one I went to today was through the Salvation Army. Yes, the Salvation Army is a terrible organization, but they were to only ones open when we were looking.

We waited an hour to fill out paperwork. I was grateful to be able to wait indoors and not in the heat.

While we were waiting I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between someone seeking assistance and the volunteer/employee.

“Do y’all have any fans?” The heavyset woman asked. She had a slicked back ponytail. She reminded me of myself.

“No. I’m not sure when we will be getting more,” The woman behind the desk answered.

“My house is really, really hot. Is there anyway I could get a fan?” She asked again. I could hear the desperation in her voice and it made me want to do something. The woman behind the desk shook her head no.

I thought about offering her one of our small, crappy fans we had just been using to cool down our 86 F house. I wanted to say,

“Girl I’m so sorry. We just got our air conditioner fixed and I understand living in a hot house”, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t guarantee my help would be better than what she already had.

The sad truth is also that I may need my shitty fan back. Our house is so much cooler than it was, but it’s still 77 F. It’s only going to get hotter from here. A selfish part of me knew I needed to keep my fans in case we need them.

The heat exhausted woman left. I felt empty.

Finally, we got some food. At some food pantries I’ve been to you get to choose what you get. This was a “you get what you get” sort of deal. Which is fine.

I was excited when I peaked at the four grocery bags from the pantry but decided to look completely when we got home.

Once I started putting food away did I start to feel stupid. Stupid as in, “you deserve what you’re getting for assuming your problems will be fixed with one pantry visit”.

We got a box full of glazed donuts. I was so excited until I picked the box up and noticed it was physically and visibly wet. The donuts leaked on the kitchen table. The expiration date said July 1st. Today is July 11th.

I don’t mind eating expired food but these were inedible. My partner tried microwaving one to give it a taste test. He isn’t usually squeamish with food but he couldn’t even swallow one bite.

Oh well.

The rest of the food was alright. There’s some things I’m very grateful for, like eggs, sausage patties and biscuit mix. Canned fruit cocktail. We also got some frozen catfish fillets! I have never cooked catfish before but my partner is excited to possibly fry it. Those things I’m very excited for.

There were some other things I am kind of bummed over. We got a large bag of frozen blueberries, which I’m glad to have…but we already had frozen blueberries. They happen to also be one of my least favorite fruits lol. Food is good though and beggars can’t be choosers. So now I just have an abundance of blueberries. I’ll have to find a recipe. Maybe blueberry pancakes.

I got a large can of pork from the pantry. I’ll save it in case of emergencies, but canned meat makes me feel so sick.

Picture from online for reference lol.

Now I’m home for the day and I feel like I should be doing more. Even though I’ve done a lot of things already today, I can’t help but feel time slipping through my fingers sitting on this shitty couch.

As I sit, I feel like I should go find another food pantry, hustle around town, anything that could help us survive. But my body is saying stay home.

I’ve talked to too many new people today. I don’t know if I can handle going to any more food pantries and explaining our financial situation over and over to people who have heard worse.

I’m going to fill a bowl, smoke out the window, and maybe try eating some of the new food.

I am excited for the food I can make. Now I could make breakfast sandwiches with the biscuit mix, frozen sausage patties and leftover American cheese slices from the fridge.

I know we will be okay. Every day things slowly get better.

#journal #mental health #struggle #w33d #food #food pantry #food scarcity #broke #writing #writer #bro idk #yowzah #poverty #blog #blogging

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sol-lunas · 1 year

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meret118 · 2 years

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#Food #Recipes

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thatsnotmymilkman · 19 days

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