#coca seeds

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: X-Play - Never Running Out of Things to Say | 10/19/04

With a review of the original version of Juiced that was NEVER shipped to retail, thanks to its original publisher going belly-up!

#The Pile #G4TechTV #X-Play #Shadow Hearts: Covenant #Juiced #Anarchy Online #Gradius V #Katamari Damacy #Yahoo! #Unscrewed with Martin Sargent #Levi's #Mortal Kombat: Deception #Seed of Chucky #Circuit City #Domino's Pizza #Alienware #KOF: Maximum Impact #Coca-Cola #Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon 2 #Ace Combat 5: The Unsung War #McDonald's #Best Buy #Arm & Hammer #CDW #WWE Day of Reckoning

[st4rbwrry]

LUV THIS SHIT | eren yeager.

‍ ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.1k. fem!reader, eren’s pent up from working out, asmr sexting, submissive reader, impact play [ face smack, spanking ] public arousal, indecent behavior, mating press, f!oral, fingering, profanity, established relationship, lots of making out, unprotected sex, eren’s aggressive, floor sex, riding, creampie, artist!reader, pet names, reader has black features, minors aren't allowed! 

‍ merry christmas! ♡

eren starts his day the same every morning. the alarm goes off at six o'clock which is never your favorite thing to hear considering you're not an early bird. usually groaning in your state of sleep and tugging the blankets away from him after he kisses you on your forehead and steps out of bed. you always snuggle on his side before the warmth he created grows cold. proceeds to take a steaming hot shower, tilting his neck back to let the heavy beats of water dampen his long hair. lathers his body with african black soap you picked up from a shop while SONDER plays from his speaker, careful not to blast it too loud to wake you up. it's your off day so he's respecting your wishes to hibernate all day.

he honestly hates leaving you alone in bed. sue him but being your little spoon is the best thing he's ever known. he's never slept so good in his life until he met you. never knew it felt so comfortable being in another persons arms. eren’s next step is to dress for the gym, the only reason he's up this early three times out of the week. a dark gray towel is wrapped low around his slim waist, tatted chest and arms running with water droplets as he wipes the foggy mirror clear to see his reflection. washing his face with a kale, spinach, and green tea cleanser along with brushing his teeth, cleaning his tongue with a scraper and gargling mouthwash. he forgets to do this backwards sometimes considering he has to eat first. the taste lingers and makes his food nasty.

afterwards, he’s moisturizing his face with cerave healing ointment and his pouty cotton candy lips with one of your babylips sticks. lathering his body in vaseline coca butter lotion and slipping on a olive green colored sweatpants with a black cropped metallica muscle tank, wrapping a matching black bandanna over the top of his towel-dried chestnut hair. he spritz this cologne you picked up at the mall when thinking of him called art deco amberwood by clive christian. makes you fall to your knees to suck him off every time now that he thinks about it.

by then it's near seven and he's down in the kitchen with his black airpod max’s over his ears listening to jazz while he blends his smoothie with spinach, kale, strawberries, blueberries, and pineapples. he gulps that down after filling a mason jar completely. and for further consumption, he makes avocado toast topped with chia seeds, himalayan salt and pepper and two strips of bacon each.

before he leaves he makes sure to run back up the stairs to double check on you to see if you needed anything before he left such as picking up a coffee from dunkin or anything from the art supply store. he peaks his head through the door to see you sprawled out, mouth open and snoring peacefully, cuddling his pillow. he smiles to himself, mumbling ‘my pretty girl’ before quietly tiptoeing close to the king-sized bed with satin sheets to give you a kiss or two before heading out, moving your bonnet aside to whisper that he loves you.

he's got his gym bag and his car keys when he leaves, taking the elevator down the parking lot of the loft you two live in, three years now. he finds his car parked directly next to yours. cute. the pretty wolf gray kia k5 besides his onyx lexus rc 300. there's a gym located in the building but he prefers the one your brother owns a few minutes out of the area.

it's around ten o'clock when you fully wake up, missing his presence already and pouting about it before heading to the shower yourself. sitting in a towel for a full hour stuck on tiktok and getting a craving for samyang carbonara noodles and rice cakes. it's really the only thing that made you leave the house today, throwing on a pair of eren’s gray nike shorts you had to roll up to properly sit on your hips, and a black tank, jewelry remaining on your skin everyday from layered necklaces to multiple bracelets. 

you're sitting in the starbucks drive thru which has an incredibly long line but you're not minding the wait, craving a pink drink suddenly. the sun was hitting nicely into your car so you decide to take photos to pass a little time, thumb slipping and accidentally opening the voice memos app with only four recordings, one of them fairly new. created about two weeks ago and you vaguely remember that night. it's about an hour and fifteen minutes long

'luv this shit <3’ is what it's titled. not remembering exactly how it went. you and eren only used this app whenever you're having sex, meaning those four audios were strictly nsfw. you bite your lip in curiosity, deciding to press play to hear it, flinching when you hear how loud you were screaming on top of forgetting that your phone is connected to your cars bluetooth. you swallow in panic, turning it off and sitting back in silence, twiddling your fingers, becoming impatient with the line now because you wanted to hear it. it had to be something the two of you made when you were intoxicated. or else you would've remembered it.

you've retrieved your pink drink, and now it was time to park, too impatient to wait and hear this. sipping your drink, you get comfortable, holding your phones speaker to your ear and pressing play yet again. there's music playing in the background, luv this shit by august alsina in specific, now you knew where the title came from. probably eren’s doing. a rush of heat swarms your cheeks and gut as you hear your boyfriend’s voice, deep and stern as he talks to you while skin connects and your moans overshadow the music. the sound of you kissing wetly makes you shift in your seat, feeling his soft lips on yours at the moment. you loved kissing him.

it lasts for about two minutes before eren’s voice becomes louder than yours when he's fucking you hard, your voice muffled by your hand you assume, doing that a lot since you think you're too loud. “let me fuckin’ hear it,” there's his voice again, unconsciously whimpering along with yourself in the audio. eren’s whining with you, the two of you gasping and listening to how wet you were. a loud smack erupts and you're crying his name, the memory slowly coming back. he smacked your face. the jewelry on his wrist prominent when he does it again, this time it's the outside of your thigh.

“rennnnnn! fuh-uuck.”

“i hear you, baby. come on, come on, come on, cum, cum, cum.” with every thrust he gets louder, hissing as your pussy constricts around his dick. “that's it, pretty. yeah.”

you nearly spill your drink over your lap, the cup slowly slipping from your grip after you zoned out, catching it quick and collecting yourself, setting it in the cup holder. you need to leave. actually, you need to send this to him. he has to be done at the gym by now. then again, you're never sure with him. the man could work out all day if he wanted.

being risky, you grin, pulling up his contact and sending him the audio, following with a text that said . . .

NEW MESSAGE

kuromi princess hello kitty baby star ♡

don't we sound pretty? <3

follicles of eren's hair stick to his sweaty forehead, putting it up before he started his workout, going on for about three hours now. RICH FLEX blasts in his headphones. the neckline of his top is doused with sweat, removing the boxing gloves off his hands to sit down and gulp a full bottle of water. checking his phone, he sees your message. lifting his brow at the audio you had sent, reading your response, and clicking it without hesitating. immediately when he hears your desperate pleading and skin smacking, his pupils dilate, clenching his jaw and checking his surroundings. not many people were in this area of the gym.

“fuck me, baby. fuck me, baby. fuck me, babyyy,” eren listens with wide eyes as he hears your pretty moans, skipping through the audio to hear bits and pieces.

“yeah, speak to me like that.”

eren grows shamelessly aroused from what he's hearing, swallowing hard and shifting his dick back in place, breathing heavier. he's mad at you. mad because you know he's in public and he gets easily turned on by anything regarding you. whether it be your scent, your smile, your eyes, or your fucking voice. when you talk, or scream his name. it's all the same. he's triggered by it all. and you know this, so why test him? not to mention the two of you haven't been sexually active because you've been caught up with work and painting and he's been working doubles. the only time you spend together is brief mornings in bed or one day weekends, usually sleeping all day or being lazy.

all he can think of this moment is fucking you rough and raw. gathering his belongings without another thought and sending you a brief text.

pretty boy ren <3

yea, okay.

it's so stressful walking with a hard dick, and eren really can't wait until he gets home to fuck you up. such a dirty girl needing to be put in place. he forgets his headphones have noise cancellation, so when he's speeding home like a dummy, music continues to thrum in his ears, acting like a complete madman. exactly five minutes before he enters the apartment, you're sitting in your usual corner of the loft where you've made your art station. sitting on the ground while incense flows and sza’s new album plays soundly. a canvas laying on the ground where you sat on a cushion, finger painting a collage of the weeknd’s discography since it's the 11th anniversary for echoes of silence. unaware of the message you received.

that is until you hear the familiar sound of keys jangling and in a matter of seconds, the front door flies open, there standing a big, tall, visibly irritated man. your eyes go wide from seeing him, eren kicking off his shoes, heavy feet stomping towards you and you sit up with curiosity, trying your hardest to hide your devious smile. you knew it'd have that effect on him. eren’s hot hand grabs your jaw fervently, clenching his before yanking your face close to his to connect your lips in a heated kiss. smacking his lips roughly over yours, moaning into his mouth, his eyes focused on your face as you close your eyes too comfortably for his liking. as if you're not in trouble for the shit you pulled.

your hands kept to yourself on either side of his wide shoulders, eren dragging you down to lay on your back onto the cushion you previously sat on, slipping off the black panties covering your neglected pussy, weeping, and waiting for him to get home to do exactly this. staring up at him with glee in your eyes, it's the opposite in his. he can't hear a thing you say because of his headphones, not bothering to toss them off because the only thing on his mind is sliding his dick inside of you and getting his nut off.

raising your knees without his help, he's pushing them further up to your chest, folding you still before arching his neck to release globs of spit onto your cunt three times max, each one emitting a ‘puh’ sound. you clench from his dirty act. his big body hovers over yours, heavy dick practically drenched in precum resting on your mound before eren angles his hips to slip into you. he doesn't give you time to brace yourself, gasping as he groans and thrusts his hips fast, your skin clapping and body jerking under him. beautiful green irises switching darker as he stares into your soul, your moans faintly being heard.

“think you fuckin slick, baby?” eren rasps, your mouth agape, his grip on your thighs harsh. “did that shit on purpose just so i can fuck that pretty pussy stupid on my cock, right?”

“y-yess,” he watches you nod drunkenly, your hands digging on your sides into the rug beneath you. every pound into your slick pussy vibrates into your throat, following his rhythm. happy tears brim your eyes.

“s’okay. ‘cause i got something for you.”

his pace hastens, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he drills deep, jackhammering almost, like a needy, inexperienced boy. your cunts squelching loud, hand pressing at his abdomen in attempt to slow him down but he only fucks you harder, air knocking from your lungs. it's so fucking hot the way he's handling you right now, like he's been so deprived of you for so long he couldn't stand it. couldn't even take his clothes fully off, keeping every piece on because he needed you that badly.

“ooh, i'm fucking cumming. ssss, fuck,” eren moans. you squeal as eren takes both your arms and crosses them over your tummy, holding them there while he puts his weight on you and grunts in your face. sweat dampening his bandanna, breath mixing with yours as he cums inside you. coating your walls with thick spurts of white. your knees buckle from the feeling, his lower halve twitching from the rush.

eren licks his lips, stilling his movements to take a breather, knocking back one of the ears to his airpods to hear how desperate you sound, slowly pulling his dick out, still hard.

“eren, i didn't cum,” you whine, squirming with an attitude.

“i think i knew that.”

you put your middle finger up to him for his smart ass tone, eren arching a brow and scooping you up without another word. smiling, you cling to him as he moves towards the couch, deciding to stay seated on the floor, lifting you so you sit on his lap. his cock resting on his stomach where you're able to see toned abs and a dark, neatly trimmed happy trail to match your cute brazilian strip all cause of that slutty, grunge crop top he has on. his back rests against the furniture. you take the initiative to remove these stupid headphones so you could put your hands and mouth around his neck.

“i don’t think you understand how much i thought about fuckin’ you today. you really fuckin’ don’t.” eren lands a heavy hand on your ass causing you to jump and scoot forward from leaning back on his knees. “could barely fucking focus. all because you sent me that shit.”

“and because you miss me,” you whisper, delicately skimming your lips over his, arching into him as he spreads your ass cheeks apart after smoothing over them. spanking you hard on either side until you gasp into his mouth and he could kiss you again.

“sink on it real slow,” eren taps your clit with the tip to say he wants it done now. sucking on your lip, you raise yourself till he's kissing the entrance and gently easing down, indenting crescent moons into his broad shoulders momentarily. dragging your hands to your waist, you rub over your body, hissing and throwing your head back, feeling a storm of euphoria fuel you. eren hums in fascination as you lose yourself in the bond.

“g’na say sorry with your pussy, baby?” eren taunts in a baby-like tone.

“mhmm,” what eren wants, eren gets. and if he wanted you to ride his dick you were going to. getting up on the tips of your toes and rode only on the tip first, eren choking on his spit with brows furrowed and praising you. soon, inching lower to bounce yourself up and down to his liking, being sure to clench your walls a little tighter just to hear him whine. when eren gets really feral he gets really loud. unable to control what his vocal cords let out. he used to think it was embarrassing, but the two of you have shared enough time together to dismiss judgment. he sounds so pretty when he's getting fucked good.

“shit, you keep fuckin’ me like that m’ not gonna last,” ignoring him, you continue to clap your ass down, skin interaction picking back up, eren’s hands on your hips just for leverage. he never needs to guide you. a few squeezes occasionally since he's so sensitive. painfully aroused it makes no sense.

“i can't last long,” you warn, pawing at his chest as you raise your ass and fuck him faster, eren moaning and helping you out by pounding up into you. you fall forward into his arms, yanking you down each time you'd rise back up. smacking your ass just to hear your voice pick up. “eren, fuck baby!”

“unh huh, keep goin’,” eren’s face scrunches up, whining in your ear while keeping one of his tatted arms wrapped around your backside. your thighs begin to burn but you know stopping isn't an option when he sounds that good in your ear. eren gets aggressive and hits into you harder, same time ass you drop down with more force, tugging at his hair and he whimpers your name.  “keep that shit up, baby. yeahh.”

it feels so good you start crying, missing this so much. holding onto him for dear life as he somehow moves quicker, slouching in his spot so his neck settles back onto the couch, slipping his right hand under your right thigh and raising his hips to fuck up into you, lifting you like you're one of his weights at the gym. you watch as he mumbles ‘fuck’ with his eyes scrolled back and mouth wide open, jawline sharp, and adam’s apple in his throat prominent. he looked so fucking good right now you just had to kiss his neck. eren hitting that spot so good you can't control yourself from screaming, mouthing at his neck and leaving hickeys. he smells good, hints of musk and that damn cologne you love, feels good, looks even better. then wonders why you act the way you did. he’s made a monster.

“you fuck me so good, ‘ren. love you so much, missed you so much,” at this point you're babbling, saying anything that comes from your brain mindlessly. it's enough to make eren bellow streams of curses before hiking your ass off and nutting over your back, eren releasing a high-pitched gasp as he stares up at the ceiling in a daze. vision blurry. 

before you complain, eren’s lifting you higher and scoots further down to sit you on his face, hot mouth munching on your soaked cunt with puffy lips. your eyes cross and you scream into the air, gripping the couch as he slides two fingers, middle and pointer, deep into your hole, thrusting while his fat tongue laps at your clit, silver cuban link on his wrist cold on your stomach. he's swallowing your arousal like he's drinking a glass of water, moaning into your pussy and spanking your ass with his unoccupied hand.

“oh my . . .  god,” you're breathless as you cum, legs twitching and squealing from the intensity of your orgasm, losing balance and falling forward. eren smirks and smacks your ass one last time before moving from below you, sitting on his knees behind you and pushing your back down to fix your arch, turning your head to face him, fucked out face staring at him like he was crazy for putting his dick back inside you. you already feel so sore. 

eren arches his brow. “oh, you thought i was done?” 

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#☆. hellavile. #eren x black reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren x y/n #eren x you #aot eren yeager #eren yeager x you #aot smut #snk smut #eren smut #eren jaeger x black reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x you #eren x reader

[sgiandubh]

For very grumpy people: Baby the Dog's Thai Honey Glazed Wings

What are you usually cooking after a very long day of packing, sorting, cursing, procrastinating and sulking? Especially when you need to pull out something (relatively) quick and (extremely) comforting?

This evening, Baby the Dog and I whipped up a batch of our not so secret Thai Honey Glazed Wings. You'll find approximations of this very basic Asian recipe all over the Internet, and with a little more time (and fresh ginger) on my hands I would have certainly made Braised Coca-Cola Wings (Kele Jichi), one of the finest Chinese contributions to humanity. But, it is what it is and the reason these are named after Baby the Dog' is this pic. Taken when he was still a Godzilla Terminator Puppy, bribed with some Frosties to let me cook in peace:

For a 10 wings batch you will need:

4 Tablespoons/60 grams thick honey, 2 to 3 Tablespoons/30 to 45 grams Sriracha (mandatory), the juice of 1 lemon (can be replaced by a lime, which is what I always do), 4 Tablespoons/60 gr dark soy sauce, 1 Tablespoon/15 grams น้ำพริกเผา (naam priik pla) which is often translated as chili jam (but it's not really true) and which I always replace by sweet chili sauce (whatever brand does the trick). Optional: sesame seeds, to play it cool.

Preheat your oven at 200 C (approx 400 F/gas mark 6). If you feel fancy or are serving these to people, you can separate the flats and drumettes - it also tastes much better and is easier to maneuver.

In a bowl, add and mix all the ingredients for the marinade in the same order I wrote them down. Only mix with a wooden spoon, until you feel no resistance from the thick honey.

Add in and rub vigorously the wings, cover with saran wrap and leave be for at least 10 to 30 minutes. You can torture yourself and place them in the fridge overnight, but it does nothing for the final taste. So, nope. This is a very satisfying quick fix, let it remain so.

Line with parchment paper a 13x8 baking pan, add the wings one by one, bake for 20 to 25 minutes, until golden brown. Halfway through it, pour the rest of the marinade on the wings. Take out, pour all the reduced sauce still in the pan over it and mix (if necessary), sprinkle some sesame seeds on top and pretend it's takeaway. Let cool for five minutes (will it last? nope). Sinfully delicious hot or cold.

This is a very, very easy and effective ego fix for grumpy days. Mark me. You're welcome.

#cookery

[snowivivienne]

VIVI GLOW UP GUIDE: MASTERING THE BASICS

You want to see the biggest improvement in your life? Master. The. Basics.

If you don’t know where to exactly start on your glow up journey, this is part one. Get your sleep, nutrition and movement to peak performance. Don’t know where to start? I got you, as always 💕

Sleep ୨୧˚·

1. Try to get on a consistent sleep schedule, use a REM calculator to find the best time for you to go to bed based on the time you wake up. Using a REM calculator will help you wake up feeling refreshed instead of groggy, which is usually caused by waking up mid REM cycle.

2. Limit screen time and drink water a little bit before bed so you aren’t waking up to use the bathroom.

3. Silk are Satin Pillowcases which you can get at dollar tree even, this will protect your skin and hair.

4. Cut all caffeine 6 hours before bed.

5. Have a relaxing routine and chill your room, finding your favorite temperature. The human body needs to drop usually two degrees before falling asleep comfortably.

Nutrition ୨୧ ˚·

1. If possible get in contact with a nutritionist or dietician - I am a personal trainer and a nutritionist and I love to help for free if you can’t get one - if you need any help ask my page, comment or dm me!

2. Unlearn any misinformation, from Fad diets or paid off Nutritionists / Dietitians. Never listen to doctors on nutrition they have very little training, and be careful of even some specialists as we are seeing a rise in them taking payment from industries such as Coca Cola!

3. Eat the rainbow. You should be having a variety of foods, from legumes, nuts, seeds, fruits and veggies. Try switching up the fruit you get every week to start out!

4. Get your protein in. I really like plant based proteins, such as Tofu, Tempeh, Quinoa, Peas, and Hemp Seeds. You can calculate how much protein you need with a calculator online which can help you shoot for a good amount.

5. Whole Foods should be the staple of your diet. Try to eat a very balanced diet with complex carbs, protein, and lots of veggies and fruit. This will help with micronutrients which are so underrated !

Movement ୨୧˚·

1. Find a form of workout you like. If you hate what you do you won’t do it so explore the many options, it could be dance, calisthenics, weight lifting, running , hiking, and so much more!

2. Get in contact with a personal trainer if you can, once again I am a certified personal trainer and I help for free if you need it!

3. Start out small with short amount of time. If you go right into doing 1 hour workouts you will get burned out.

4. Do different muscle groups everyday. Example of this would be arms monday, and legs tuesday. This helps for you not to get as sore and can be more consistent.

5. Be consistent. There are going to be days that you are tired, do it tired. There are going to be days that you are a little sore, which is normal in the beginning, so it sore. If you need rest genuinely take it, but that should be two days top. It’s hard, but it’s also hard to live an unhealthy lifestyle. Choose the type of hard you want.

#coquette aesthetic #health and wellness #pink pilates princess #self growth #glow up #it girl #skincare #girl blogger #healthy #beauty #love #self improvement #self care #self healing #self love #clean girl #y2k pink #hello kitty #affirmations #positivity #mental health #waif aesthetic #sweet girly #girly aesthetic #kpop #healthy girl #healing #food #wonyoungism #feminine energy

[mexican-recipes-to-learn]

First time making Molè. Took a good amount of time. I even found a Coca pod and toasted my own coco seeds to add to it. A labor of love. How’s it look?

#Mole #dinner #mexican recipes #recipes #mexican cuisine #mexicanfood #baking #mexican dress #mexican

[monocodoll]

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures (Drug Dealing) Mod Report (Small Additions, Additional Tunables, Animation Bloopers, Testing/Bug Fixes)

Another Month has passed. Which means another Mod Report for my Vile Ventures mod. This month I have been focusing on adding small additions, creating more tunables, attempt at first consuming animation, and testing the mod on a playthrough to find any bugs that may have been missed. Which I will go over these on the report.

[Small Additions]

-Shroom Harvestable

A new Shroom Harvestable has been created. As I honestly forgot to create one when I had previously made my other custom plants. The shroom seeds are obtainable through your NPC drug dealer after aquiring Drug Dealing Skill level 4.

You are also able to craft your own baggies of Shrooms through obtaining 6 Shroom ingredients and one baggy.

The Shroom Baggies are also obtainable through your Drug Dealer NPC, and there are no skill requirements needed to obtain the consumable shroom baggies.

-Illegally aquiring Drug Seeds

You are now able to obtain Drug Seeds Illegally via your NPC Drug Dealer. However, you must meet a certain threshold within your Drug Dealing Skill level. The prices for each seed is tunable.

-Drug Dealing Skill Level 3: Unlocks White Widow and Purple Haze Buds

-Drug Dealing Skill Level 4: Unlocks Skunk and OG Kush Buds. As Well as Shrooms seed.

-Drug Dealing Skill Level 5: Unlocks AK47 and Amnesia Buds. As well as Coca Seeds.

-Drug Dealing Skill Level 7: Unlocks Opium Seed.

-Racket Inheritance

Any Rackets that your Drug Dealer Sim owns can now be passed down to someone in the case of your sim dying. You are able to ask any Teen or above sim to take over your operations when you pass. The sim being asked must not be against Illegal drugs and need to have at least a friendship relationship established. Otherwise they will not accept your offer.

In the case that your sim who owns the Illegal racket does not assign anyone to inheret the rackets. The Rackets will first be handed to a child of the sim. If no children are present, then a sibling. If No siblings are present, then a parent. Otherwise, the racket will be lost upon death.

-Added Extra Benefits For Completing Drug Dealing Challenges.

Completing the Cannabis Dealer Expert, Psychedelic Dealer Expert, Pill Dealer Expert, and Powder Dealer Expert challenges now provides an additional bonus on top of just increasing sale earnings for the category of the drug. Completing these category challenges will now net you high quality product when you are crafting your own supply. So collecting your cured weed while having the Cannabis Dealing Expert challenge completed will provide you with high quality cannabis baggy instead of normal quality cannabis baggy.

-Lean Is Craftable

Lean is now craftable. Select a Styfoam Cup. You will need Jolly Ranchers, Sprite, Styrofoam Cup, and Cold Medicine. The cold medicine has up to 4 uses. So with one cold medicine, you can create up to 4 Lean.

-Using Baby Laxatives to Cut High Quality Cocaine

Baby Laxatives will be obtainable at the grocery store. On Drug Dealing Skill level 2, you will be able to utilize them to cut High Quality Cocaine Baggies into normal quality Cocaine Baggies. Which will either net you two or three Normal Quality Cocaine Baggies.

-Finished Making Moodlet Images For each Custom Moodlet

At this moment, the total amount of custom moodlets provides by this mod will be 106. The images for these moodlets have been completed.

[Additional Tunables]

I also added some notable tunable's to certain features. There are many more, but I will notate the ones that were introduced during this month.

-Overdose Chances

Chance of overdosing on drugs are tunable. By default the values for each drug.

Lean: 60%

Adderall: 40%

PainKillers: 50%

Xanax: 45%

MDMA: 55%

Cocaine: 70%

Meth: 80%

Heroin: 90%

Overdosing can only occurs if your sim takes more than one dose of the substance when they are already under the effects of that substance.

-Fatal Overdose Chances

You can also determine the chances of an overdose being fatal. If the overdose is fatal, the sim will die. If it is not fatal the sim will be knocked out and fall asleep. By default the values for a fatal overdose are...

Lean: 40%

Adderall: 30%

PainKillers: 40%

Xanax: 20%

MDMA: 30%

Cocaine: 50%

Meth: 70%

Heroin: 80%

-Time it takes to Cure Weed

Previously, the time it took to cure weed in a jar was not a tunable. While I was playing a playthrough with my mod, I figured that some would appreciate this as a tunable. By default it is 24 hours.

-Time It Takes for Cocaine Brick and Meth Package to finish

Previously, the time it took for Cocaine Brick and Meth Package to be completed in their respective containers was not a tunable. The time it takes is now tunable. By default, it takes 48 hours for a Cocaine Brick and Meth Package to be collected in their respective containers after filling it up.

-Drug Dealing Skill Points earned per Sale

You will be able to dictate just how much skill points your sim earns per type of drug sold. By Default selling Cannabis, Psychedelic, Pill, and Powdered type drugs net you 100 skillpoints. Which is a bit of a grind. For example at the moment during my playthrough I sold 139 drugs and I just got to Drug Dealing Skill level 5.

[Animation Attempt]

There was an attempt during the month to at least produce one consumption animation for this month. However, the prop refused to appear in the correct location. I'm still unsure what went wrong, but I will continue to look into it. The attempt was made for the drink Lean animation.

[Changes/Fixes Made During Testing]

I decided to perform a playthrough with my mod. To determine if I should make any changes or if there are any bugs that need fixing. Which there were a few I found.

-Fixed Bug Preventing my custom plants from growing overtime.

-Fixed a Bug Preventing the heat system from saving after reloading a save:

Example, my sim had a heat level of 15. Making him eligible to potentially have his residence raided. However, when I reloaded my save after saving. My sims heat level went back down to 0. This is resolved and heat level will be retained even after reloading a save.

-Fixed Empty Jars having a black substance inside of them:

This was a problem I had in the past, but didn't decide to expirement to try to fix it until it started to bother me in my playthrough. The black substance only appeared after you collected your cured cannabis. However, the empty jars are now truly empty.

-Made a adjustment to crafting drugs via the Chemistry Table:

Previously when processing Coke Powder, Meth Tray, Heroin, and MDMA there were no Drug Dealing Skill Requirements. I decided to go back and add a Drug Dealing Skill requirement in order to produce these drugs via the Chemistry Table. Especially for Meth. Since all the ingredients to produce meth is obtainable through the grocery store. Which will make it too easy I thought. So now on top of the logic skills required to produce these substances. MDMA production will require a Drug Dealing Skill of 4, Cocaine/Meth Production will require a Drug Dealing Skill of 5 Heroin production will require a Drug Dealing Skill of 7. Cannabis and Shrooms still do not require a drug dealing skill. Just the necessary ingredients for now.

And that is all I have to report on for this month. We went over creating a Shroom harvestable, Racket Inheritance, Crafting Lean, Obtaining Drug Seeds Illegally, Cutting High Quality Cocaine with baby laxatives, Adding more tunables, and making adjustments and fixing bugs found during my playthrough.

I had fun testing the early game of my mod. I managed to make it to drug dealing skill level 5 and was satisfied with the early game of the mod. I will continue to test my playthrough and attempt to make it to the late game of my mod. Where I will be attempting to own my own rackets and ensure that they work just perfectly. If all is well during my playthrough then everything is complete regarding my Drug Dealing side of the mod. And all that would be left are the final touches of the consumption of these substances. Which will include consumption Animations, reactions of nearby sims when smoking, and a rolling skill for joints and blunts, and possibly anything else that I may think of later on.

Now I'm going to go back to being a ghost. However, again thank you for all those that are patient.

#ts3 modding

[mirakurutaimu]

Gonna be a spoonfeeder baby but what ya mran by astroturfing with thr mcdonds shake? Not a native english speaker, that word is new to me and reading the definiton dont clear up with the shake stuff. Is this some tiktok thing?

"astroturf: simulated or artificially created public support for something, generated by an orchestrated marketing or public relations campaign" my insinuation is that the whole grimace shake meme was either seeded or furthered/amplified by a marketing team. it's literally just a marketing ploy. kids see stupid video, kids go out and buy the shake so they can do the stupid video. power to them, i ain't stifling anyone's liberties nor creative choices, just saying that it's the most thinly-veiled product placement meme i've ever seen in my life. imagine if the Harlem Shake video format was contingent on visibly and prominently featuring a bottle of Coca Cola or some shit lol

kids (and morons) on twitter have taken this thought to mean "You are not allowed to laugh at or enjoy or create these videos". nah i don't give a fuck I'm Just Saiyan

#askmi

[sovietpostcards]

Do you have any memories of what life was like in Russia during the 1990s (or stories from older people if you were too young)? I found out last year just how bad things were at that time, and I was horrified and angry, not just that conditions were allowed to deteriorate to that extent, but that the US media glossed it over as being worth it for “freedom.” I took a class on modern Russia as an undergraduate and what happened after the collapse of the USSR was just never mentioned.

I was a child/teen in the 90s. My parents shielded me from most of the awfulness, so I was just a kid with a whole lot of new exciting stuff coming out. The first commercials on TV (Stimorol, TV Park, Bank Imperial), Coca Cola and chocolate bars (we bought one Snickers bar for our family of 5 and divided it carefully), Santa Barbara.

I also remember that it didn't feel safe. When leaving the car, my dad would always take the side mirror and windshield wipers so that they wouldn't be stolen. Car lock was double and triple checked every time. Our dacha (summer cottage) was robbed several times so eventually adults stopped keeping anything remotely of worth there and locking the house at all - lest the door be broken down. Harvests were also sometimes stolen. Another thing from dacha I remember very well is the abundance of poppies we always had. I thought they just grew there naturally (they were very pretty), but later I found out that they were sowed by local junkies who later came around to collect seed pods.

Everyone I've ever talked to about the 90s who were adults at the time say it was the worst time. There was no money, no food in stores, no anything. People had to outright survive. Dachas were the hugest help in that, so everyone who had a patch of land would grow vegetables, get chickens etc. Even in the city, land patches by the houses were often used for that. I remember a few houses down the street where I lived kept chickens and goats in a boarded area behind the houses. (Note that houses were not private property, they held 10+ families.)

I had to wear ugly men's shoes as a teen because girl's shoes in size 40-41 were simply impossible to find.

My mother and father both worked at a state research institute and they didn't get any pay for months. My mom had a side hustle selling books that she bought from village book shops (hello state distribution), my father repaired cars and occasionally did long trips to the South to bring nuts, fruit and seed oil that could be sold here. I don't think I truly know the extent of what they had to do to raise two children in the 90s.

90s in Russia were absolute chaos.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

You can’t keep a good dog down, Charlie Brown.

When NASA launched a mission to the moon last week, the unmanned cabin included a stuffed Snoopy in an orange flight suit.

The space beagle was among the small items that serve as “zero gravity indicators,” which visually signal that the capsule has reached “the weightlessness of microgravity.”

Turns out, the agency couldn’t have picked a better pop culture symbol:

For seven decades, Snoopy and the rest of the “Peanuts” gang have defied the forces of time, freed from the gravitational pull of trends.

The globally beloved cartoon characters still pop up daily in comic strips, books and gift shops, as well as in animated specials, both new ones and the classic holiday programs such as “A Charlie Brown Christmas” that now stream on Apple TV Plus.

“Peanuts” is in the ether as surely as the jazzy Vince Guaraldi Trio riffs that bounce along the airwaves once Christmastime is here.

This year, the headquarters of Team Peanuts in Santa Rosa, California, has another reason to hold gatherings at its museum and library and ceremonies at its ice rink:

It’s the centennial of the birth of “Peanuts” creator Charles M. “Sparky” Schulz, who was born 26 November 1922 and raised in St. Paul, Minnesota.

Schulz died in February 2000, the same weekend that his final original strip was published.

Yet what he launched into the zeitgeist in 1950 remains a cultural touchstone. On Saturday, many syndicated cartoonists will mark the centennial in their strips.

So why does “Peanuts” endure so strongly — remaining so firmly woven into the fabric of popular culture — when so many aspects of mass entertainment all but disappear?

Jeannie Schulz, widow of the cartoonist and president of the Charles M. Schulz Museum’s board of directors, puts it concisely:

“Sparky tapped into a universal humanity and translated it into simple lines with a subtle humor.”

Those elegant, poignant, slyly simple lines curled and curved their way into religion and sports and war and mental health and love unrequited.

To mark the centennial, The Washington Post asked celebrities from various areas of achievement what Schulz’s creation has meant to them.

‘As good as anything ever’

Producer Lee Mendelson approached Schulz in the mid-’60s with an idea: Coca-Cola was interested in a TV project.

Out of that seed grew one of the two greatest animated Christmas shows to emerge from that decade: a classic that, like “How The Grinch Stole Christmas,” melded the genius of artistic minds.

Schulz teamed with animator Bill Melendez and, working under a deadline of mere months, the three men created “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” a masterpiece that daringly led with its heart.

Charlie Brown battled seasonal depression, Snoopy engaged in flights of fancy and Linus Van Pelt delivered the biblical monologue that, out of the mouths of a babe, still moves viewers regardless of age or faith.

“Over the course of my life, I’ve probably watched ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ more times than any single episode of television,” late-night host Jimmy Kimmel says. “It’s one of the main reasons I decided to have more kids.”

Kimmel thinks that special reflects the larger excellence of what a boy from Minnesota ultimately gave to the world.

“As soon as our daughter Jane learned to read, I bought her all the ‘Peanuts’ anthologies,” the comedian says. “I bought an original drawing of Snoopy by Charles Schulz that may very well be a forgery. I cherish it even if it is.

“The best of Peanuts is as good as anything ever. For me, it’s one of the greatest achievements in American art and literature.”

Pixar chief creative officer Pete Docter, director of such films as “Inside Out” and “Up,” says that brilliance was firmly rooted in the comic strip, which launched in fewer than a dozen newspapers before eventually being syndicated to thousands, becoming one of the most widely read strips in the world.

“Schulz was brave enough to talk about human, adult, often non-funny things in his strip,” Docter says. “He featured kids dealing with anxiety, insecurity, jealousy, unrequited love, which gave ‘Peanuts’ a real weight and importance.”

Growing up in Minnesota himself, Docter was drawn into a world that stays with him today.

“As a kid, I was totally hooked by Snoopy and the escapist fun and humor of that character,” he says.

“But whether Schulz was conscious of it or not, it was those deeper emotional things that made me continue to read into adulthood. Those deceptively simply drawn characters have real complexity and depth."

“And besides, they’re still funny 70 years later. How many comic strips can claim that?”

Bay Area author Gene Luen Yang considers how Schulz’s comic evolved from revelation to quiet revolution.

Says Yang, author of such graphic novels as “American Born Chinese”:

“He is so influential that pretty much every strip-format comic today, whether in the newspaper or on the web, has borrowed a bit of that innovation.”

‘We stayed close’

Ever the athlete, Schulz embraced baseball, golf and hockey from a young age. He grew to love sports like tennis and these passions regularly found their way into his strip.

Before he befriended some professional athletes well into his career, though, Schulz could not have known how much he buoyed them.

“As a young skater growing up, it was always fun to see the comic strip and celebrate everything we experienced at the rink,” says figure skater Scott Hamilton, who won Olympic gold in 1984.

“To see the ‘Peanuts’ [characters] come alive on the ice made it seem like what we were doing was more than just skating. We had a place in popular culture.”

Schulz relocated to Northern California in the late ’50s, but you couldn’t take the Minnesota boyhood out of the man.

In Santa Rosa, he built the Redwood Empire Ice Arena, also known as Snoopy’s Home Ice, in 1969. And there, in the early ’80s, Hamilton began working with Schulz on ice shows.

(The skater will host “Sparky’s Ice Spectacular” at the venue on Saturday to mark the centennial.)

“Sparky was very hands-on in everything he did,” Hamilton says.

“In one of the productions I did for him, he had this dream of doing a cocktail party where I got to play the host of the party.

That character was interested in a girl at the party, but she gets swept off her feet by another guest, kind of like his stories of the Little Red-Haired Girl in the comic strip. Just when it seems he lost the girl, she comes back after all the other guests had left.”

Adds Hamilton, “To see how much Sparky loved that production made it one of my all-time favorite skating memories.”

Schulz also became a strong supporter of equality in sports, which included joining the board of trustees of the Women’s Sports Foundation, founded in 1974 by tennis icon and civil rights activist Billie Jean King, to “advance the lives of women and girls through sports and physical activity.”

Schulz would not only draw Snoopy serving aces. He would also reference his friend King.

“Sparky was actually very shy, and his comic strips were a great source of inspiration and comfort for me, especially as I traveled the world during my tennis career,” King says.

“I knew if he added my name to a ‘Peanuts’ strip, he was checking in on me and wanted to have a chat.

“We stayed close until he passed, and I will always cherish that.”

’A perfect pairing’

Mendelson, who died in 2019, believed in creative serendipity. He once told The Post that the first time he heard the music of Vince Guaraldi — while driving across the Golden Gate Bridge — he thought he might use it someday.

Singer-songwriter Ben Folds views Guaraldi’s music as inseparable from the classic “Peanuts” animation it accompanied.

“When you match the music with ‘Peanuts’ and the era and what it was doing and saying, then it starts to hit like Beethoven Piano Sonata time,” Folds says of Guaraldi’s sunny West Coast sound that “distilled jazz into something popular.”

Guaraldi’s “Peanuts” songs and the animated specials were “a perfect pairing,” he says, adding that the music “just gets the vibe.”

That “loomed large” when Folds was asked to write theme music for the recent streaming Peanuts special, “It’s the Small Things, Charlie Brown.”

He meditated on Guaraldi’s music rather than trying to imitate it: “I didn’t try to drop riffs. I just went with the color.”

‘Pursue their dream’

This month, “Jump Start” creator Robb Armstrong appeared on a Schulz Museum panel with other celebrated cartoonists to share personal stories about the Sparky they knew.

As he sat onstage, Armstrong appreciated that Schulz “made other budding artists either realize their dream, pursue their dream or smooth the road on their journey.”

“He was one of the most grand-hearted human beings I’ve ever encountered,” Armstrong says.

A 6-year-old Armstrong was inspired by “Peanuts” in the summer of 1968, when Schulz integrated the strip by introducing a Black character: Franklin.

Armstrong’s reaction: “I’m in this strip.”

(About a quarter-century later, Schulz gave Franklin the last name of “Armstrong” in a salute to his friend and syndicated colleague, an honor the “Jump Start” creator calls “otherworldly.”)

Barbara Brandon-Croft, the trailblazing creator of the comic “Where I’m Coming From,” also responded strongly in 1968.

“I was excited to see a Black character in ‘Peanuts.’ Even if Franklin’s presence was only that — a Black kid amongst the group — it absolutely made a difference,” she says."

“When you grow up as an ‘other,’ which is what this country laid out for us, when you see yourself represented, it gives you a sense of belonging.”

‘The cool astronaut’

Schulz, a World War II Army veteran, was long fascinated with aviation.

NASA and “Peanuts” have a long relationship that includes the Silver Snoopy Award, which is bestowed upon outstanding NASA contractors and employees.

In 1969, Schulz appeared in public alongside the Apollo 10 astronauts who rode in the module called “Charlie Brown.”

That was also the year that a future astronaut was inspired by Snoopy and space.

“In 1969, the Mets won the World Series, [astronauts] landed on the moon and I went to see ‘A Boy Named Charlie Brown,’ the new animated feature, at Radio City Music Hall, says Mike Massimino, an engineering professor and space adviser.

“It all happened within a few months of each other, and it kind of set up the passions for the rest of my life.”

That year, Massimino received a stuffed Snoopy astronaut toy as a gift.

In 2009, on his second NASA space mission, Massimino took that same Snoopy toy into space, a symbol of his lasting attachment to “Peanuts.”

Noting that his attempts to become an astronaut failed three times before he was accepted, Massimino says he admires Charlie Brown’s spirit of optimistic resilience.

“Charlie Brown is the friend and person I wanted to be, and Snoopy is the cool astronaut I wanted to be,” Massimino says.

Adds the astronaut, “I think it’s the greatest comic strip and characters ever created.”

#Snoopy #Peanuts #Charlie Brown #Charles Schulz #Charles M. Schulz Museum #Snoopy’s Home Ice

[tortolette]

Tokyo revenger hc: Eastern European edition

TR headcanons for our Eastern European viewers, I'm writing this together with @dollzyy

School hc:

You can always tell which desk is baji's because there are always locks of black hair, 5 hair bands, and 3 different types of hairbrushes lying on the desk.

Takemitchy always brings that off-brand coca-cola and shares it with everyone

The school canteen is like a holy place

Mikey unironically loves milk soup and beats up anyone who makes fun of it.

They always have markers with them and draw dicks on every school corner. One time they got caught and the school staff threatened to call their parents. Baji and Takemitchy got really scared and started to cry.

Baji has a collection of ushankas. one day he came to school wearing an ushanka with soviet symbol and got kicked out.

when its time for pe the stadium turns into a battlefield.

takemitchy blames the girls for not being able to throw the ball into the basket.

Random hc:

Mikey smells like household soap -

Takemichi always has sunflower seeds in his pockets

Ran and Rindou used to live in those old block of flats

Mikey lives the farest from the whole gang

-Shinichiro was the one to teach mikey all of the swear words, and then mikey would teach them to his friends

Kisaki is very good at peeling potaoes

During summer, they would all gather together and go to the nearest river to swim and have fun

They’d always go to those little corner shops for that cheap 15cent ice cream

Mitsuya grew up in a village, every babushka loved him

Baji’s mom would always call him to go home the earliest when he and toman would hang out

Somehow takemichi always gets chased down by those street dogs, and everyone thinks that it’s the funniest thing ever

In summer schinchiro used to work at a fast food place that serves kebabs and the whole toman would go there to eat

Baji’s mom makes the best borsch

ran and ridou have very sovietic grandparents who always preach about Stalin being the best thing that happened to them

Smileys and Angrys mom would never let them go outside until they ate cutlet or borsch

baji, inupi, draken, and mikey always go to the dumpster to find used bycicle parts but instead find knocked up takemitchy

One time kazutora got chased down by the LDL security because he stole from there

forget about chips, dry instant noodles is top snack

HINA IS VERY GOOD AT MAKING PELMENI, AND TAKEMICHI ALWAYS ASKS HER TO MAKE MORE SO HE CAN SHARE WITH TOMAN

mitsuya tried to do a perm on hakkai, but he ended up burning hakkais har off, thats why he's bald

Instead of going to an actual hair salon and getting a professional haircut, they go to Shinichiro's garage, where they get to sit on an old bucket and experience the power of Phillips 2004 electric shaver (you are lucky if you come out of that place without a cut)

Baji has a full Adidas set

#takashi mitsuya #tokyo manji gang #toman founders #manjiro sano #draken #toman mitsuya #toman chifuyu #sano manjiro #pah chin #tokrev #toman draken #hina tokyo revengers #takemitchy #baji headcanons #tr headcanons #chifuyu smut #baji x reader #baji smut #tokyo revengers #toman 2nd gen #sanzu haruchiyo #headcanon #bonten #haitani ran imagines #rindou x you #rindou and ran #haitani brothers #fluff #reader insert #female reader

[rjalker]

told my mom I want, very specifically, these seeds from this online store. so she will probably give me some random novelty thing she saw in a random store.

still not over the time she randomy bought me a novelty Coca Cola....hot dog toaster....????? like what????

#just buy me the luffa operculata seeds so I can start landracing them already

[motsimages]

Things you can drink/take to help you stay hydrated that are not just water

Water is the healthiest, easiest and cheapest way to stay hydrated. But for some people it is difficult or impossible. Sometimes it's also just boring and you don't. Sometimes it's not enough to recover from being dehydrated. So here are other ideas to stay hydrated when it's hot, ordered from more water-like to less water-lik:

Make "flavoury water" (as I call it): some tea-shops sell dry fruits and flowers with no theine/caffeine that give taste to water. You can also cut some lemon in slices and put it in water (mint optional). Feel free to try with your own dry fruits or average fruits, see what comes out of that. This feels more refreshing that plain water and the taste sometimes is just what you were missing unknowingly.

The same but hot. Yes, it feels like hot weather drives hot drinks away, but sometimes they are a gift from the gods. I will mention here: soups. I particularly like this option at night.

Kompot. This is a Russian conserve for fruits that consists on boiling fruit with sugar so that it lasts for winter. You get a drink with all the flavour and, if you like, you can also eat the fuit that is left floating inside of it. I either mix the fruit with the water (taking the seed off) or throw the fruit away because I don't like it. It is my favourite summer drink.

Sodas and other classical refreshments. It is always best to drink something that to not drink anything, don't let anyone tell you that Coca-Cola is not an option. Do keep in mind that Aquarius is not necessarily a good option for electrolytes, it's more an average refreshment than real help in case of severe dehydration.

Jelly. Particularly good if you struggle to swallow for whatever the reason. Excellent option also because you can suspend fruit in it (if you like extra textures). You can make it thicker or ligther too, in case you feel like chewing water more than slurping it.

Slushies. Specially good if you like the crunch of the ice.

Milkshakes and smoothies. They are technically different and the texture can be different too, but in my head they live together. So yeah, fruit mixed together with water or milk. Probably smoothies hydrate more than milkshakes but options!

Cold soups. Gazpacho, vichysoisse... (any other soup/puré you make that want to try cold). They have a thicker consistency than any of the other, but they have a lot of water and vegetables (which also have water). Particularly good if you struggle with pure liquids or require more nutrients than just drinking water with flavour.

Ice creams? I guess you can count them too, they do have liquid, and we included milkshakes. Probably not the best option for hydration but complementary to others.

Fruit and vegetables. They tend to have a lot of water too, some more than others, but it's also a good way to have nutrients and stay hydrated. You can make salads, fruit salads, just bite it...

Overall, a combination of all of the above should keep you covered. Remember to play around with ingredients, textures and flavours too.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

⬇️Information⬇️

Cashmere "Cash" Carpenter: My Blade (+ Blade II and Blade: Trilogy) s/i. Cashmere is like an inverse to Eric in that he is also a Daywalker, but his circumstance is that of a human/vampire coupling rather than his blood being infected while still in the womb. That being the case, Cash takes more after his vampire ancestry than his human ancestry, though he is not nearly as physically strong as Eric. The two started off not necessarily as enemies, but certainly not friends, as Cash leaned into his vampiric instincts to survive and Eric denied himself the very thought of giving in. By the second film the seeds are sewn for Cash to become a companion of Eric's, especially because he gets along well with Whistler, and by the third he's begun vampire hunting alongside them. It still took a long time for the two to call each other "official" however.

Corey Coca: Before the apocalypse, Corey was just another nobody. He stocked shelves at a grocery store and navigated life as best he could with his particular mental cocktail. If it hadn't been for Sweet Tooth, he probably wouldn't have become who he did when the world went to shit. Through trial and error, Corey reinvented himself, putting his love for sugary soft drinks and clowns at the forefront of his persona. He lives for the thrill of the new world and for every time someone says, "oh shit, it's that clownfucker!"

#q'd #self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert oc #self insert x canon #self x canon #oc x canon #gay self ship #trans self ship #circus honks #🧛❤️.s/i #🥤🤡.s/i #the c boys

[chaletnz]

Lima: A Day in Barranco

I started my day with a surprisingly good shower in the tiny shared shower block opposite my room, then I decided to try the hostel breakfast as it was Sunday I figured this would be the best day of the week to have breakfast in the hostel as most everything else would likely be closed. I put my order in and paid, then waited patiently at one of the three tables available in the courtyard while watching Rao the Kaclla (healing dog) running around skittishly begging for food. The breakfast cost about 25 soles from memory and it was filling - two warm pita breads, peanut butter, fig jam, yoghurt topped with granola, raisins, apples, banana and papaya slices, organic Peruvian coffee, and papaya juice. After I'd eaten and drank all this and returned my tray, I was also able to get a coca tea to pep me up for the day ahead. I walked out to the Larcomar outdoor mall on the seafront but it was deserted this early in the morning. From here it was about another 30-45 minutes walking around the coastline to reach the Barranco neighbourhood. There were great views from these huge cliffs and of course, many fancy apartment buildings with front row seats on their balconies. My first stop in Barranco was Caleta Dolsa Coffee for a flat white, I had to get takeaway as it was so busy with people outside waiting on the steps for a table. Amazingly, it was cashless to go against the grain of everything else in Peru! I took my coffee back one block into a little park where I could sit and enjoy it while people-watching. I took myself on a random walking tour around the Iglesia La Ermita church and street art of Barranco, which was everywhere so I just chose street by street where I wanted to go. After an hour or so I was tired and needed some lunch and another coffee so I stopped in at Singular for a flat white and smoothie bowl with mango, pineapple, coconut and sunflower seeds. Afterwards I headed back to the church where there was a little market and I bought some alfajores cookies to take back for everyone at work. I found a massive supermarket out there too so I had a look around and used their bathroom before starting the long walk back to Miraflores. On the way back I saw a lot of dogs out for their Sunday walkies, including a cute chihuahua wearing a jacket - there aren't nearly as many strays around Lima as other parts of Peru but I guess Lima is where the money is. At the hostel, I had a rest for a while and ate some plantain chips until it was evening and I felt a little peckish. I'd been given a coupon from PeruHop for a free Pisco Sour at Saha Terraza cocktail so I claimed that and also ordered a plate of cheese tequeños with guacamole dip. After dinner I attempted to find more of those plantain chips from Iquitos but it seems they were something special as they weren't anywhere I looked, nor could I find anything close. Since I had walked 24k steps today, I treated myself to dessert of a slice of Tres Leches cake from the supermarket. That's the new rule going forward, if I do over 20k steps in a day then I can have a slice of cake!

#Peru #Lima

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. 

Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

A zoilist is someone who gains pleasure from finding fault.

15% of Americans own no books, and 20% own fewer than 10.

It is only illegal to eat human flesh in one of the 50 US states, Idaho.

Research has shown that people are happiest at 7:26pm on Saturday evening.

92% of people type things into Google to see if they spelled them correctly.

In 2003, a Coca-Cola employee was fired because he was drinking Pepsi on the job.

In 1979, British politician Terry Dicks lost an election to his competitor Michael Cocks.

Lonely people take longer, hotter showers to replace the warmth they lack socially or emotionally.

In 2015, an aquarium in Vancouver gave their one-eyed rockfish a false eye because he was being bullied.

You can fail a drugs test if you eat too much food with poppy seeds in it.  Your urine would show as having morphine in.

At Two Oceans Pass, Wyoming, a mountain stream splits into two: one flows into the Atlantic, the other into the Pacific.

A five-year-old boy who went missing from his home in Alabama for 13 years was found when he tried to apply to college.

According to The Economist, Boston, Massachusetts is the best prepared city in the United States for a zombie invasion.

The ‘your mother’ insult is found in nearly all cultures and is as old as humanity itself, with examples in Shakespeare and the Bible.

In 2004, the USA delivered $12 billion in one hundred dollar bills weighing 363 tonnes to Iraq.  Nobody knows where it has gone.

In some European countries, they have parking spaces solely for women.  They are usually in heavily lit areas, close to petrol stations etc.

In 1956, Vyacheslav Ivanov won an Olympic rowing medal only to drop it in the lake while celebrating his win.  He dived in but never found it.

In 2015, a Manchester man began graffitiing giant penises onto potholes so that the city would fix them faster.  He was nicknamed 'Wanksy'.

French club FC Thionville will play an away fixture in New Caledonia in the South Pacific as part of the French Football Cup, a round trip of 19,883 miles.

In the 16th century, codpieces were so big they were used as pockets where men were said to carry handkerchiefs, purses, ballads, bottles, pistols and oranges.

Andy Warhol would often go into hair salons to get his wig cut.  Then next month, he would come back to the salon in a longer wig and act like his wig had grown.

If you play the tenth song on Weird Al Yankovic’s album ‘Bad Hair Day’ in reverse, you will hear, “Wow, you must have an awful lot of free time on your hands.”

In his application for a professorship at Trinity College Dublin, the Irish poet and future Nobel laureate W.B. Yeats misspelt the word ‘professorship’.  He didn’t get the job.

The scent of freshly mowed grass is the lawn actually trying to save itself from injury.  Plants release a number of organic compounds called green leaf volatiles.  When plants are injured, these emissions increase like crazy.

In 1988, a woman named Jean Terese Keating disappeared while awaiting trial for drunkenly killing a woman in a car crash.  She was arrested 15 years later after bragging at a bar about having gotten away with the crime.

In the 19th century, the phrase ‘Newcastle hospitality’ meant either ‘roasting a friend to death’ (subjecting someone to ‘a severe gibing and bantering’) or ‘killing a person with kindness’ (not allowing someone to leave the room until they fell dead-drunk under the table.)

Scottish man Angus Barbieri fasted for 392 days, from June 14, 1965, to July 11, 1966.  He lived on tea, coffee, soda water and vitamins while living at home in Tayport, Scotland, and frequently visited Maryfield Hospital for medical evaluation.  He lost 276 pounds and set a record for the length of a fast.

Nas listed his then 7-year-old daughter, Destiny Jones, as an Executive Producer on his fifth studio album ‘Stillmatic’, so she will always receive royalty checks from the album.  Nas' album, Stillmatic, was released on December 18th, 2001.  It sold over 342,600 copies in its first week of release and peaked at No. 5 on the U.S. Billboard 200 chart. 

Sanju Bhagat's stomach was so swollen he looked nine months pregnant, and his breathing was so bad that he was rushed to hospital.  Doctors suspected his enlarged abdomen was a tumor until they opened him up and found that he'd been carrying around his absorbed twin for 36 years.  This condition is known as ‘fetus in fetu’.  One twin absorbs the other but will continue to leech nutrients from the host.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day.  Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday!  I love you all.

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[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 16

Cw: blood transfusions, cancer

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Eva doesn’t like surprises; they happen so rarely and often they are a bad thing.

This morning, she is surprised by Nahil, grandson of Kinich, who tells her she won’t have to go to Merida for her very necessary blood transfusions.

“The king has a theory our head physician believe has some merit.” Nahil said as he began the process.

When she lived in the surface, this was still so new that she could count on her hands the few times it succeeded.

Of course, Eva had lived in a warzone for three years, and they barely had money to care for patients and things like medical innovations were hard to come by.

Here the science has been perfected, and while blood had become a thing in the past, Eva’s strange cancer had the royal physicians trying everything.

The witch queen’s body rejected the modern substitutes as she was not Talokanil, but it did not reject the blood of the average Mexican who donated blood, so she typically had her blood transfusions done in Merida with her false identity and family money.

K’uk’ulkan was a universal donor, thankfully, and his blood had been documented to help significantly. Some cases claimed he could heal bloodborne diseases with one transfusion.

A sign of his divinity, they said.

Another stroke to his ego, she jokes.

It wouldn’t work with her, she knows it.

“Was it a suggestion or an order, Nahil?” she asked and tried to appear a little bit hopeful.

The only thing that could cure her is that damn vibranium flower, that glowing purple flower that no longer exists.

She has tried to coax the fibers in her bracelet to grow like a stem cutting due to the lack of seeds, but the witch had only exhausted herself to the point of defeat.

Perhaps the Princess of Wakanda can succeed where she has failed, perhaps it was the soil.

“Order phrased as a suggestion, he also ordered that you follow our instructions and do not exert yourself.” The doctor answered with a smug look.

Eva knows she is a terrible patient, she knows she should rest and take better care of herself, but she cannot just sit back.

Who will make sure Itotia doesn’t skip out on her fighting lessons with Namora? Ixchel needs constant supervision because she is too curious about the surface and has developed an emotional attachment to the old coca cola sign at the closest little grocery store. Itza, Itza is only six and needs her the most.

“And if I refuse to do as he says?” Eva only listened when it was convenient for her, something Ch’ah was not truly bothered by.

“I am to take your bracelet and give it back when he returns.” Namora, Nahil’s younger sister and so much like her late aunt she was given her name, said treating her as if she were sixteen years old and not old enough to be her grandmother.

“And how do you plan to explain my absence?” Eva asked her husband’s younger cousin testing for loopholes.

If word were to slip out that the queen was dying, it would invite chaos. A bad omen, a sign that they are not safe anymore. They have relied on her magic as much as they have relied on Namor’s strength and powers of flight, if one suddenly failed who was to say the other wouldn’t be following suit.

“As far as people know, you are with the king, and I have been tasked with helping the princess act as regent until the two of you return.” Namor’s highest ranking general smirked, looking so much like Kinich that Eva wonders if Ch’ah’s cousin has reincarnated in his granddaughter.

Politically savvy, second to Attuma in terms of strength and skill and her daughter’s mentor because they wouldn’t trust anyone else with their willful dancer.

“Fine, but if you breathe a word about this to the girls, our deal is forfeit.” The queen admits defeat on her terms.

She feels better than she has in ages, the color returns to her and for the next two days, she sees herself come alive again.

She is hopeful.

She shouldn’t be, she knows this sudden good health lasts less and less each time. The more blood she needs, the closer she is to dying.

Every three weeks she goes to the surface for these, to a hospital in Merida where she goes as Lorena Arambula, the eccentric owner of the Hacienda Flores del Mar.

She is her own great-niece, the shut in niece of Saint Eva of Veracruz who the Christian God gave the gift of prophecy to save Mexico from Carranza.

Ch’ah finds it funny, a known atheist who is married to a rumored god made a saint with a tragic death when all they did was elope after fucking on the beach.

Ixchel had been conceived on the shrine built for her at her old house. The great and unkillable Namor had defiled a chapel and its saint until Eva knocked over a candle and burned the damn thing down.

Ixchel who did not have wings but had her father’s strength and agility. Ixchel with no magic save for the ability to communicate with the animals.

Ixchel who loves to paint just like her father.

She will miss her children, god, they don’t even know she is dying.

“How did it go?” she asks the man behind the curtain door of the cabin. This had been the place he had lived in as the eternal bachelor, now this served as his royal office and painting room.

They had lived here until they realized the place too small to raise a family and that not all of his subjects were as devoted to him as they used to.

“They called me Namor.” Ch’ah said softly as kissed her bare shoulder in greeting and then kissed her on the lips for good measure.

Not allies as they had hoped, enemies.

If the Wakandan Queen called him Namor, they were fucked. Meant she would not even consider opening a path to a better solution.

Had Ramonda no been so burdened with grief and fear for her daughter’s life, perhaps she would have treated this with the same diplomacy she used at the United Nations.

“That bad, eh?” she asked as she turned and kissed him back. “Think I could make it better?”

Her illness had affected this side of their marriage, she hadn’t felt well enough to do much in months.

“I will have to take the girls by force and hope the Queen of Wakanda comes to her senses.” Cha’h was not a tyrant, or even cruel like many will think.

Protecting and governing nine million people is not for the faint of heart.

There are decisions one would find difficult to bear, but they must be done.

Unfortunately, idealists will find you horrible for it. Princess Shuri and her mother, unfortunately fall into that category despite all they have suffered.

But they did not grow up in a civil war, they do not know what it is to have a tyrant rule you for several decades and not a handful of days, they do not know any better, the witch queen reminds herself.

“Princess Shuri is a genius, no?” Eva asked and he nodded, the gears in his head turning just as she knew they would.

“I suppose this dark cloud has it’s silver lining then.”

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