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Practical By Necessity
I got an eye-roll of a comment from my boss when I talked with my team about saving up for a new gaming computer. I don't think he meant it the way it sounded to me, but it's been stuck in my mind for a week now and I've decided to write a rebuttal.
The other day, as my team at work was eating our traditional holiday Qdoba lunch, our boss asked was what we were planning to get ourselves for Christmas (at 32, I’m the youngest person in the group, so this is mostly adults with grown children or older adults without children with two other exceptions beside myself). We bandied back and forth a bit, talking about upgrades to home theater…
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#Brown Bag Lunch#Financial Struggles#Musing#Practical Living#Practicality#Rent Is Too Damn High#Sensible Living#Student Loans
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Cooking Class: Meal Planning 101 & Building Your Perfect Pantry
A few easy steps and a well-stocked pantry will get you on the meal planning path!
A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of starting a Cooking Connect group at my church. For eight weeks we will gather together, learn some new skills and tips, cook, share life, and enjoy a meal together. It’s my hope that at the end of our eight weeks we’ve all been inspired to slow down and savor those moments together.
During our first time together, we discussed my process for meal planning…
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#brown bag lunch#Budget Friendly#crock pot#Make Ahead#meal planning#Pantry Staples#perfect pantry#quick cooking
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We haven’t had a field trip in a while! Tradition calls for brown bag art when we do, though! MLP is circulating among the youth again. My youngest used to be ride or die for Pinkie Pie but now she’s all in on Rainbow Dash.
Gouache on brown paper.
#mlp #rainbowdash #lunchbagart #brownbagart #gouache
#mlp#mlp g4#rainbow dash#lunch bag#brown bag#art#fanart#gouache#physical media#not ai art#artists on tumblr
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I have to admit I am a little bit addicted to drawing orbulon holding a diet pepsi
#every day i bring lunch in a brown bag and every day he ends up on one. Holding a diet pepsi#and you're not gonna believe what hes doing in my next comic page
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high five or wheeeee
#the sticky blue hand of fate#wave goodbye#brontosaurus#broken ribs#the blue octavo notebooks#brown paper lunch bags for microwaving popcorn
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IM DONE W ALL MY CLASSES BRUH IM FREEEEEEE 🏄🏽♂️🏄🏽♂️🏄🏽♂️🏄🏽♂️🏄🏽♂️ 🍄🍄🍄🍄
#mannee… toadie scool is hard#BUT IM DONE OACK IT UP PUT IT IN A BROWN BAG GOVE IT TO MY BOY TIMMMY FOR LUNCH BYE TIMMY ILY#USBWUSBJSGSJBS#okok now its art time#im rehearsing what to say
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"schools already have free lunch programs" unless and until you have experienced the specific humiliation of sitting down in a group of your peers with a visibly different meal than they have been given, shut the fuck up
#especially at the catholic school i went to#regular lunch there was like chickfila and pizza#and free lunch was 🙃 a fucking pb&j in a brown bag 🙃
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Lowkey thinking about going back and buying a BAB I saw at goodwill yesterday. He was an older styled brown bear with long fur. He was quite handsome, and looked to be in good condition
#the reasons I didn't buy him is that I've been trying not to get larger plushies I#I also didn't have a reusable bag with me. I went to the store to surprise my datemate (who works there) with lunch#so I only got a handful of small plushies that could fit into my keroppi loungefly backpack#I wasn't even intending on buying them but they called to me (one was a webkinz and the other a beanie baby red panda!!)#but I keep thinking about that bear#he's the older styled bear from the early 2000s. I love how those ones look#there were other BABs too. one was a valentines bear from the mid 90's but she was FILTHY#and the other were all newer styled bears which I dislike#but that brown bear. he's a Good teddy bear#maybe I'll try and get him Monday. Im not going out tomorrow#I doubt he'll be sold by them briwn teddy bears don't sell that fast at that goodwill. even as a BAB#especially cause he isn't an obvious BAB. I recognized the that clothes he was wearing was from the company. then I checked his tush tag#viti shoosh
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what is castiel’s favorite kitchen appliance?
Would this count
#Ask#Castiel#This ask made me insane by the way#Like lol if it’s a reference or a meme or something it’s lost on me sorry anon 😭#Anyway not to be too wooby but I think Cas would like making lunches for his loved ones and I think#if he discovered that sandwich cutter shapes are a thing then there would be no helping him.#Everyone just has to deal with the fact that their sandwiches are going to be crustless and shaped like dinosaurs from now on#I think Cas saw the “lunch in a brown paper bag with their name on it” thing on tv a few times and that was that#Of course it’s corny but he’d be so painfully sincere about it#??? It’s late lmfao
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Hey, everything okay? Are you okay? These aren't things you have to answer, but I want you to know that someone's in your corner even on the other end of the internet! I'm not sure what you're going through but I hope things get better! You're a pretty sweet person ^^
-A Resident Mutual
thank you :) sorry if i’ve worried you or anything. i just sometimes need to scream into the void of tumblr. it’s just a lot of stress related to school and growing up and my sister having wild mood swings
but, i’ve been putting to work into getting better. i don’t want to wallow in self pity and self hate. i’ve been seeing the school counselor (we’ve met the last three weeks once a week and i’ll see her again in three weeks).
i’ve also treated myself to adventures. two weeks ago i went with my friend to the museum of natural history and we got the best damn pizza we ever had (i am ashamed to say that because the pizza was in nyc and as a jersey native it hurts to know it was not in my own beloved state). it was fun, we rode the train. and this weekend i took my first ever solo trip to dc. i took the train and went to the botanical garden and the museum of the american indian. tomorrow i’m going to the spy museum and the holocaust museum which are the two i’m most excited for. and sunday i’m going to the zoo before going back home. so even though i’ve been stressed i’ve found ways to feel less stressed out and to get myself out of the environment that i feel stressed in.
sorry i kind of rambled. but thank you for worrying about me and checking in. it’s just been a really weird time. but i don’t want you to feel concern about my safety or anything like that. i’m making sure to take care of myself even though it can be hard. but still, thank you anon ❤️❤️
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im trying to think if we ever see anyone even eat a full meal in severance. i dont think we ever see mark eat anything more than like a few chips at the most . and the sandwich devon makes him after the dinner party very pointedly has no dinner. petey gets a whole pizza at one point but then he needs tokens so he can eat. the waffle party is the closest thing to a proper meal i think that anyone at all eats in the whole show but i have to watch it again and make note of this
#soda.txt#like theres melon bar for the refiners. melon bar for burt. egg bar. theres a vending machine with nuts in it. waffle party. sandwich#we never see mark eat anything at pips. pizza but mark never eats any of it. his alcohol and chips dinner#he has like 3 chips on one of his dates with alexa. theres a point where irving pulls a brown bag of his lunch out of the fridge but we#never see them eat these lunches. cobel's cookies#i think thats it? the lack of food is definitely deliberate
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My youngest has a field trip today with Summer Camp. It’s a tradition I started with my oldest a decade ago that Momma decorates brown bags for field trip lunches. We missed out on years of field trips because of COVID, so I’m happy to resume this tradition!
#brown bag#lunch bag#turning red#mei turning red#red panda#fanart#acrylic painting#artist on tumblr#art mom
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Microwave Popcorn Recipe
With regular popping corn and a brown paper lunch bag, making microwave popcorn is simple and always results in delicious, low-fat popcorn.
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It Burns For You
𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ!
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ
Coriolanus is 12 when he sees you for the first time. Your red uniform is pressed perfectly and your school bag looks brand new. Your lunch consisted of a hearty-looking sandwich with roast beef and lettuce and a container of fresh fruit that had his mouth-watering.
"Do you want a piece? Our maid always packs too much and I can never finish it. You can have some if you want." Your voice fills his ears
A delicate-looking hand is holding a juicy-looking strawberry in front of him. He reaches for it and it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to shove it in his mouth. Instead, he takes a small bite and thanks you for sharing.
"Don't you have a lunch today?" You ask
He doesn't. The school had said they would start supplying the students with lunches soon but how soon? Coriolanus had already been attending for a number of years and still nothing.
"I already ate it." He lied
"You're still hungry though. You can have the rest." You say with a smile as you push your fruit bowl to him.
"Is it your first day?" He asks
"Yes, my mother thought that my governess wasn't doing a good job so she had my father enroll me here. I miss being at home with my new kitten though. She has long white hair and she is the cutest thing in the whole world." You said
Coriolanus can't believe that you had your own governess, let alone a pet to call your own. He later learns from Arachne that your father became incredibly rich by manufacturing weaponry for the Capitol. Despite your inherent wealth, you've never flashed it around him.
You and Coriolanus are 15 when you discover all the lies he tells at school about his family. He had left his uniform jacket behind on his chair and you got his home address from Sejanus, meaning to give it back so he'd have it for tomorrow. Instead, you had discovered the Snow's decrepit-looking building and barely functioning penthouse. Coriolanus' heart nearly stops when he emerges from his room to see you and his Grandma'am sitting together as she compliments your shoes.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, ready for your judgment and teasing words
"I wanted to return your jacket, Coryo. You'll need it for tomorrow."
The red of the jacket in your arms matches his face as he ushers you to the door, trying to hide the fact that Tigris was preparing cabbage in the kitchen that would undoubtedly stink the entire place up with the scent of the Snow's poverty.
"Stop rushing me, your cousin invited me to stay for dinner." You say trying to stop the way he is leading you to the door.
"You don't want what she is making. Tigris is a terrible cook." He said
Tigris lets out a shout of disagreement from the stove and Coriolanus ignores it.
"How about, I go out and get something to add to the meal Tigris is cooking, and by the time I get back you change your attitude about me staying for dinner Coryo. "
And with that, you walk out the door and slam it in his face. He's rather stunned at your declaration but knows you're serious. He rushes around their home, trying to clean up what he can while Tigris laughs at his frantic motions. Then, just as he was debating whether or not he wanted to change out of his uniform, you return from your short trip to the closest market.
"I wasn't sure what Tigris is cooking so I got a couple of things." You say placing the bags on the table.
Coriolanus is sure you spent a fortune on what is in these bags. Fresh bread accompanied by a sickly sweet fruit spread and a block of butter sits in one while the other holds something else in a brown box. You take your seat next to him at the ugly little table he has eaten too many meals at and cut a piece of the bread for Grandma'am. He is worried when Tigris starts portioning out the cabbage she cooked on the stove. Coriolanus watches your expression as you take a bite but nothing that he expected happens. You don't knit your brows in disgust or get up to leave and take your fresh bread and mysterious box with you. Instead, you go back for a second bite and compliment what Tigris has done with the food.
He sits stiffly next to you and can barely accept the slice of bread you offer him. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and Tigris reaches across the table and pinches his shoulder.
"Stop sitting like that, Coryo!" She scolds
"Like what?" He asks,aware that Tigris meant how oddly straight his back was.
"You're making her uncomfortable. You've been friends with her for years she isn't worried about what our home looks like." Tigris says
"She might not be but what happens when she goes to school tomorrow and talks?" He asks
He shuts up when he hears the sound of the bathroom door opening again.
"That was lovely Tigris. I've never had anything like it, I'll have to invite you all to my own home for dinner sometime. Our cook makes these pastries that are simply wonderful. They even get sold at local markets, which leads to this..."
His eyes widen when you finally unveil what was hiding in that second bag. A dozen expensive looking deserts sit in the brown box you brought, each one decorated differently.
"I hope I picked something everyone would like. I know Coryo mentioned that Grandma'am liked chocolate so I picked this one just for her."
Coriolanus feels a wide smile stretch across his face as you pass out your little desserts. His worries about you gossiping to their peers fade from view as he bites into what he thinks is a croissant. You laugh at his reaction and toss a napkin at his face which is most likely covered in the gooey fruit filling that was in his pastry.
He walks you back to your home that night and thanks you for making his night. He can't remember the last time Grandma'am had smiled from eating chocolate. You accept his thanks and gently tell him that he shouldn't be ashamed about his financial situation. He never gets to disagree with you though because a soft kiss is pressed to his lips followed by a rushed,
"Goodnight, Coryo! Thanks for the cabbage!"
He walks back to his own home with a jump in his step. Thoughts of you consume him as he smiles to himself, proud his first kiss was shared with you. He feels his heart burn with something that felt like it was going to come up and out his mouth as he finally made it back to his room, you officially had him wrapped around your finger.
Your room is flooded with sunlight the first time Coriolanus sees it. A soft, silky-looking bed spread sits atop one of the biggest beds he has seen as you beckon to your cat, Maisy to come and say hello to him. He looks at the oversized wooden dresser that sits against one wall. He sees the photograph of him and you that was taken a few weeks ago at your 17th birthday party nestled among little knickknacks. Books Coriolanus has never even heard of line your shelves as he you place a record on the player that sits on your desk. Soft sounds of a piano and the words from an unnamed singer fill your gorgeous room as he turns to you.
"Do you want to dance?" He finds himself asking
You accept and he leads you or well tries to. You're rather stiff and it turns out dancing is harder than it looks because he isn't any good at it either. You laugh as he trips over his feet and end up falling with him, landing on the ground entangled in each other. Your fingers brush his curls from his eyes as his nose brushes yours.
"What're you doing?" You ask quietly
"Nothing." He responds, his eyes flicking to your lips.
The moment his lips touch yours, a tingle shoots down his spine. This is a real kiss, not what you gave him when you were both 15. He cups your face and your hands are tangled in his hair as he deepens it. He felt his head spin as you moved against him, almost as if you wanted him to swallow you whole right here on your bedroom floor. A giddy feeling swelled in his chest when he pulled away for air.
"Coryo...what was that?" You ask
"I thought you'd know by now. That was a kiss, darling." He laughed brushing his thumb across your lip
"I know that...but why'd you give me one?" You ask
"Don't you know?" He smiles and places a chaste kiss on your lips "My heart, it burns for you, it always has."
Part 2 is out now!
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#the hunger games#fanfic#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus snow x reader#katniss everdeen#mockingjay#peeta mellark#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray baird#tom blyth#rachel zegler#jennifer lawrence#coriolanus snow fluff#coriolanus x you#sejanus plinth#tbosas#thg#young coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow smut
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happy belated second birthday, empty belle vie sparkling water twelve can box. i taped you to the cabinet door under my kitchen sink to see if it was a convenient spot to store my heavy duty aluminum foil with the picture of an aluminum foil alligator on it. it was a very convenient spot.
this week, i found a purpose-built store-bought replacement for you and i brought it home. oh, but then i saw the date i had written on your side when you were put in place, and i realized how long we have been working together and how well you had done. look at you. you look as good as the day that i hung you there.
i am returning the usurper to the store. you will stay until you are no longer able. we are in this together.
#spot where my red rubber hot water bottle used to hang when not in use#laundry detergent bottle covered with stickers where used coffee grounds are stored until they are discarded#brown paper lunch bags for microwaving popcorn#gallon freezer bags#cabinet#sink#sheet pan#kitchens#ad hoc#purpose built#cutting board#crock full of miscellaneous spoons#empty belle vie sparkling water twelve can box#memento vitae
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