Stolen from Reddit.
Chocolate chip but chocolate chip cookie dough is my favourite. I also had this banana fudge ice cream once that was really good.
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Wednesday, November 22.
Dessert.
For those that save the best until last. Dessert is trending, and this can only be a good thing. Perhaps the very sweetest thing. So, in that spirit, behold this array of sweetest things to help you on your way, this Wednesday, November 22.
We invite you this morning, those sweet of teeth, to peruse our wares of the finest sugary delights: macarons, cakes, doughnuts, and croissants. All of it too pretty to eat, but too tasty not to.
@lustingfood
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🐱 -> Lolly (Animal Crossing) Stimboard !
📦 -> with related stims !
📬 -> self indulgent !
📘 -> 🍭 - ☁️ - 🍭 / ☁️ - ☁️ / 🍭 - ☁️ - 🍭
🔓 -> Requests Are Closed ! Request Rules !
DNI -> NSFW/Kink/Etc. A Minor Runs This Blog
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Sometimes you just gotta make do with what's accessible to you.
I have to take meds first thing in the morning. If I don't eat food first, I'll be too nauseous to function. So I (sleepy and unmedicated) need to complete the tasks of feeding myself (triggering) and swallowing pills (complicated) at around 6:30 am (inhumane).
My daily breakfast is a Clif bar and an applesauce pouch. Sometimes also a Poptart (for morale).
Yes those have single-use plastics and foil pouches and aren't recyclable where I live. But right now they're accessible. Feeding myself independently, cheaply, without dishes, without triggering myself, so that meds get taken, is more important.
For anything else, I (sleepy and unmedicated) would have to venture into the shared kitchen (scary) and wrangle refrigeration, reheating, pans, and dishes (complicated) while remembering the meds (hard). Keeping easy food in my room next to the meds eliminates all of that.
So relax. Choose sustainability in every way you can, but accept imperfections. You don't have to crawl a thousand miles repenting on your knees etc. etc. Remember corporate greed is the worst polluter. Your personal needs are important. It's okay to make do with what you can, with what you have, where you are.
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“i always knew it’d end like this.”
it’s two in the morning when vernon’s head jerks up at the sound of your voice, nearly dropping the plastic fork in his hands as he turns to see you--sleepy, messy, slightly pouty you to match the sleepy, messy, admittedly very hungry him--standing beside the fridge. he glances down at the half-eaten slice of pie on a paper plate (the last of the pie, to be exact), and gives you a sheepish grin.
“hi, baby.”
“don’t you ‘hi, baby,’ me,” you huff, arms still crossed across your chest. “i called dibs, nonny. does that mean nothing to you?”
“babe, i’ll buy more tomorrow--”
“and now you’re bringing out the ‘babe,’ too!” you make your way over to him, burying your face in his neck as you embrace him in a tight back-hug. “i thought i was your true love...”
he has to fight back a laugh at your dramatics. “i mean it,” he says. “i’ll get more tomorrow.”
you wave him off. “yeah, yeah, i know you will...” you turn your face so that he can hear you better, “is it good?”
“the pie? yeah, of course it’s good--”
“i meant the taste of betrayal, you jerk.”
but he can feel the way you smile as you kiss his shoulder after he lets out a loud laugh. he’ll buy a new one as soon as he can and feed you the first bite if it means he can see that smile again.
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