#his juicer origins

[froggyrights]

Found a clip of dream raiding xqc on Jan 26th 2022

[horngryeyes]

this weeks song: snake eater cover by one of my favourite youtubers

[demonictacobeard]

Adam, still going through it, texting Lucifer because that’s the only fucker he knows here who he only hates most of the time: Why is a fucking pig lying on my bed?!

Lucifer, texting back right away: It’s hard being the only one of your kind in a place, he must have been so excited to hear you were here that he came to see you himself

Adam, using Doomgle for the first time to find pictures of ducks saying die in a fire: Die

Lucifer, torn between being pissed at the duck meme or loving it: You first, no that would be second wouldn’t it?

Adam, sending a rolling eyes Hellmoji: Oh no I’m dead, so fucking original. Not like I haven’t done this before, bitch nothing you say will piss me off more then dying from advanced aging

Angel Dust, accidentally reading the whole thing over his shoulder, an easy task: That’s where Fat Nugget is?! Fuck, why’d he run off there? I don’t wanna go into the depression cave, and I know Adam doesn’t want me to come knocking either

Lucifer, waving his hand and opening a portal into Adam’s room: I’ve got this. Adam! You can deposit the pig here into the waiting arms of his owner

Adam, shoving his hands through the portal while holding a whining Fat Nugget: Who’s miniature ham is this even?

Angel Dust, scooping Fat Nugget up: Mine! Nugget, my sweet little shit. Why’d you go and fall asleep in a lamb paddock?

Adam, flipping Angel off through the portal and slowly dragging his hand out of it: Wilbur got lonely, guess Charlotte isn’t entertaining after all huh?

Angel Dust, flipping him off back with his lower arms: Just shut up you shitty ass sheep, a Shepard would leave you behind on purpose

Lucifer, cutting that short by closing the portal: Charlie’s going to be so happy he spoke to someone today

Husk, cleaning his lemon juicer: She’ll be happier about it then Adam himself

Lucifer, shaking his head: No, trust me he lives for this shit. He’d rather argue then being left completely to himself. Because if he’s all alone he’ll get bored. He hates being bored

Angel raising a suggestive eyebrow: And…your majesty just how do you know that?

Husk, slapping his face because he warned Angel about teasing the King Of Hell a hundred times: He has fun undoing everything I do to keep his ass alive, doesn’t he?

Lucifer, staring at him silently before laughing a little too loudly: No reason!

Angel after Lucifer tugs his collar and leaves awkwardly: I think the king doth protest too much, Husk

Husk, sighing: I think you are doth interested, in the business of a man who can kill a seven deadly sin if he wanted to, too much

[niko-jpeg]

NIKO!!!! have you seen this kickass concept art of Infinite? its so cool aaughh look at it!!!! :D

(sorry for bothering you with Infinite stuff- it will happen again/hj)

OOO OOOOOOO I have but this is the first time I have ever *looked looked* at it. I love the sort of mummy theme, it’s a fun flare. His face looks like a coffee filter Lmao, but his current mask design could totally double as a juicer for oranges or lemons, so maybe that’s by design /j

also I like the image in the right corner, it seems to imply his tail was originally going to be a weapon? Tails would have some tail functionality competition lol. His big ass ears also amuse me. Especially in the little title on the left upper corner. MASSIVE ears.

That design is so cool. I like the current one, but that was has a solid motif and looks badass as hell. If a little like a dollar store Halloween costume, which I’m sure would have become a joke or gag if the game had run with it lmao.

[foggyforest4169]

'𝙿𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎' 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 '𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝' 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚌!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summery: You're a sniper for task force 141 and there has been rumours going around about you and Ghost

A/N: Im doing this for my fellow gay ghost lovers since I can barely find any male reader fics. This is also my first so enjoy!

Sitting in a watch tower can be really understimulating; especially when you can't see nor hear any action, no gun shots, no screams from people being stabbed or killed, no flashes from grenades... nothing. You duck my head down and pick up the newspaper that was left here last time, reading about all he horrors in the world and wondering about where we may be placed next. The force had speculated turkey will be where the next mission to stop some sort of gang. You hid in your little nest of sand bags and cement blocks flipping through the paper, filled with celebrity gossip.

Footstep track closer and the newspaper is thrown to the side as if it would disappear

"Pay attention private, you'd be dead if i was an enemy"

Ghost says in his usual gruff voice as he creeps into your watch tower, blood splattered on his mask and uniform, holes littered all over where the bulletproof vest deflected any sort of bullet or stabbing attempts.

"I heard you come up LT" you tried to argue back

"That's because i wanted you to hear me" He says settling down next to you in the sand bag nest. He was right you've seen firsthand how slick he could be on the battlefield, he got the name ghost for a reason, deadly silence until he was on target and could commence with his lethal attack

Either way his company was much welcome, he warmed you up as you crammed in the small nest. He rested his hand on your thigh... this is strange, Ghost has never been a touchy person but recently hes been doing small gestures like this especially when people were around

"Sir, if you keep doing this then then there'll just be more rumours" you say turning from the sniper so you can look at him, his facial expression unreadable because of his mask

"Didn't I just tell you to pay attention?!" He says annoyed "You're still on duty, now keep a look out"

You look back in your scope and carry on the conversation "Do you even know about the rumours?"

Ghost kept to himself, he loved his crew but wasn't a very gossipy guy unlike Soap and Alejandro. The only time he really gossiped is when he was shit face drunk

"About?"

"Us. You being attracted to me like flies on shit with the leg grabbing or trying to hold my hand or the post it note sketches of your mask you keep leaving on my desk... I even heard Soap speaking about our night in mexico..." I say pulling the trigger and watching the bullet fly through his skull and his body slap the floor

"Ah those rumours..." He grabs your jaw pulling it away from the gun for a moment "I made them up shithead, I started them all" You could here the smirk in his voice as he spoke. He lets go of your jaw but you carry on staring at him, dumbfounded at what he just told you... Why would he bring that up... who did he tell... how the fuck did it spread so fast??

"What?! Why?!" you semi shout, trying to keep your cover

"For the last fucking time Y/N, keep alert and be quiet!" You roll your eyes playfully and carry on looking around again "I did it so none of the other twats try hit on you because you clearly haven't seen the way they look at you. Originally, I just told johnny because I know he likes to gossip. That's why no one 100% believed it until I started being more touchy and leaving the drawings" The smirk lining his voice but how with a hint of jealousy

"Did you have to be 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 detailed with mexico though?" you say trying to hide your face so he couldn't see the blush when you thought back to that night

"Details make the juicer darling" He teases as he pulls up his mask and kisses you on your cheek "Plus it was pretty fucking impressive" You can feel his arm wrap around your waist as he chuckles in your ear "I think were done here, come on"

He helps you out of your nest and the two of you go back to base.

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

Back on my Tesla, Vash and Knives weren’t spontaneous plant births bullshit, but if it was true that Independents were just a product of a new phase of SEEDS engineering to make self-reproducing Plants, it would make everything so much juicer in all the wrong ways. Rem thinks they’re a miracle but Rem lied because Rem was a navigator and not a SEEDS scientist and what she thought was something so miraculous had actually been planned and charted in a sterile lab somewhere in the bowels of the ship she was steering through the stars. In trimax she was going to take the twins into cryosleep with her but that would have never happened because here, the twins were something everyone knew about already. Vash was in the separate file for a reason. SEEDS was trying to upgrade their product and Knives was the only one showing promise. Tesla wasn’t an aberration ripped apart to because they wanted to see what made her tick, she was a failed experiment. Dissected to see where they went wrong. How absolutely devastated and enraged Knives would be. No, he and his brother and mutilated sister were not a fluke of the universe, they weren’t divine retribution or the next step in evolution, they weren’t something humans don’t understand, they were planned and molded and very much understood. Knives and Vash and Tesla can trace their origins back to science lab computers of SEEDS 5, back to the very first trial run of DNA sequencing that would help determine just how to make Plants give birth. Yes, Dr. Conrad knew. He regarded it the same way one might regard the novelty of a self-reproducing plant or fish or frog or organism, until he saw Tesla, tiny and perfect and very much more human than Plant. Vowed never to make the same mistake after her, and then then twins were born, more human than Plant, and that meant that they still hadn’t got the calculations right. Angels? Miracles? At the end of the day, Knives and Vash and poor Tesla would be just the byproduct of another level of human arrogance and grasping and tampering and greed, one dead because of it, and the other two trying desperately to rage against the very thing that brought them into existence.

[sweetstarart]

Barnaby and Frank cook something!

(I meant to post this yesterday!)

Frank needed to borrow Barn's juicer but since it was too heavy, he ended up carrying it to his house!

For whatever reason, Barnaby asked to help! Although Frank was skeptical, this was a new recipe so he needed all the help he could get!

Surprisingly, they had a lot of fun! Although things were a bit more messy and punny than Frank usually likes, they went off without a hitch!

They had so much fun that Barn's a bit embarrassed to admit that this was originally just a trick to get first dibs on Frank's Jello

[frostcorpsclub]

Jasper found himself shifting around in his seat as Jeagar went on and on, the prospect of what their world held filled his video-game mottled brain with creatures and things that went bump in the night. 

He really was trying his best not to interrupt, for John's sake. Manners weren’t his forte. 

As Jeagar explained who and what they were he raised his brows. It was intriguing how much they all had in common. In a way the same thing that happened to them happened to his parents. Otherwise, Jasper wasn’t a lord or anything but he fancied himself important, almost as important as Jeagar did apparently. 

Cough cough

“A greater lung capacity.”

Cough cough

He mumbled into his palm, only to twist his hand in a circular motion as if to insist he go on.

Jasper had no reason to disbelieve him considering he had access to the tech to find Jasper's universe but he was still inclined to out of spite, rolling his coals rather obviously as his guest finally got to the point. 

Resting his head on his hand Jasper went silent for an uncomfortably long few seconds, not moving his eyes off of Jeagar. 

“So what you’re saying is, you two have whole kingdoms full of citizens. You had no idea where you were gonna end up or what you’d do once you were here but you came anyway.”

Sitting up he slapped his hands onto his lap and took in a deep breath, the look on Jeagars face irritating him more than he already was, even if he wasn’t being outwardly hostile like before. 

“I understand I lied to you. Ok? Can we get over it? Please? I’m gonna get a lot of shit for what I’m doing to help you. If you want to leave you can but I can’t help you with that alone.” 

His sentence started out as bitter as he felt inside but slowly softened. Something inside of him almost wanted them to stay, his world was supernatural but he never ventured far within it. These two were older than he could comprehend and he felt he could learn a lot if they would let him. 

Jasper didn’t just want to make it up to them, honestly he didn’t give a shit if Jeagar really was gonna piss his pants over being misled…or maybe he did, he really couldn’t tell. With his mother around he never really had to deal with anyone actually being mad at him before. 

The facts were whether they stayed or went Jasper had the chance to be a part of something so fucking cool and they could even learn things that would benefit them back home.

“I have to make a phone call.” 

He said meekly, his cheeks hot as he turned away from them. 

“No no James I-”

Jasper didn’t put his phone on speaker but even if you were sitting on the bed you could hear the person on the other end screaming at him. 

“It’s just one portal I promise, come on I never ask for anything.” 

He would cringe away from the phone every so often, even turning back to look at his guest with an awkward smile once or twice.

“You have demons, what am I supposed to do? Carry them across an ocean?” 

Jasper huffed and finally raised his voice a little to the person on the phone. “If you don’t help me I’m gonna tell Mom what you did with her clown juicer.”

So suddenly that it made Jasper drop his phone, a portal, most likely of demonic origin, appeared on the wall. It revealed another snowy landscape but a much more accessible one. Large trees stretching out as far as the eyes could see. 

Pleasantly surprised Jasper turned to Jeagar and John. 

“I know the way from here, we can talk on the way.”

@lenorethequietbookkeeper

[therealmofamorus]

(Ask) Original Stud Team BBNT AU: Vernal is it true that you plan on seducing Jaune with your Phat Bandit Booty? (Seduction)

She walked with a sway to her phat ass.“I might not have cow-sized tits like the bimbo twins. But my ass is in a class of it own. And that Jaune seems to like his women with phat ass from the way his eyes drawled to that mole faunus dump truck of a ass.” Vernal replied as she wore the tightest pant she got on her to make her ass more phatter and juicer than before.

[thedorklegacy]

The Dork Legacy 2.6 part 1

Previously, on The Dork Legacy:

[ 1.5 ]

[ 2.4 ]

Last time, Bao-Dur, Nariko and Wander became hot teens. A couple of LTWs were had. Galadriel and Bilbo became toddlers, and then children (Kilik and Katamari also became children). Bender, the robot from Futurama, walked by the lot and chatted about the weather. The family got a kitty named The Cloverfield Monster. HK-47 insisted on taking showers and short-circuiting. Oh yeah, and Einstein got abducted. Again.

Bao-Dur: Look, just because Wander likes to stick his thumb up his nose, doesn't mean you have to noogie him all the time.

Wander: *sticks thumb up nose*

Nariko is a good listener.

But it's okay, she and Wander are BFF anyway. But...er...not actually BFF. Like in the game. DAMN YOU MAXIS, MAKING ME HAVE TO CHANGE MY TERMINOLOGY.

I call this The Annoying Stuff room.

Bilbo: Pow pow! Take that, you stupid dragon robber!

What? Post more random pictures of Galadriel? Sure thing.

Here you go.

Not to steal other legacies' sayings, but: FIERCE.

Willoughby: RAH!

Bilbo: oshitrun!

....<3333!!!

Vanessa: *maxes all skills*

Algren: *interrupts* Hey guys. *sip sip* What's up?

Algren: *one-ups Vanessa*

Willoughby: RAAH! Take that, juicer!

I built them a vacation home! And then Willoughby bought it! With all their money!

and then i found out what the maty magic wand did, sold the vacation home, depreciated the value, and rebought it for half the price! :DDD

OMG THIS MESH IS SO UNFEMININE LET'S MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A CORSET.

(proud member of sims_rants)

Drizzt stopped by, and then Nariko brought his daughter home from school. And they had an impromptu jam session.

THANK YOU. Kilik is the ONLY child who puts his homework on his desk!

Originally posted at katu_sims.

[slippinmickeys]

The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae (5/?)

When she opened the door, he was standing there with a plastic grocery bag in one hand and some kind of leather bound briefcase in the other. It was 6:57pm.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m early.” He was wearing jeans, a tight gray tee shirt, and an apologetic expression.

“By three minutes,” she said, throwing the door open wide to admit him. “Mr. Chronic Punctuality strikes again.”

He smiled at her and held up both hands. “I come bearing libation.”

“Help yourself to the kitchen,” she said, “I assume the layout is the same as yours?” They were all staying in the small residences built for the mission on NASA’s Cape Canaveral campus. As soon as they launched, the next round of colonists would move in, coming to join them on Mars about three years later.

Mulder nodded and plunked his bag of provisions on the countertop, a lime freeing itself from the confines of the bag and rolling toward Scully. She grabbed it before it hit the floor.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the briefcase, which he set on the counter, taking a bit more care.

“Ah,” he said, unlatching the top and opening it as you would a large and ancient tome. “This is a vintage bar kit. It belonged to my grandparents.”

On either side of the kit were all different kinds of bar tools, each in their own small compartment, held in place by small leather straps. She didn’t know what half the tools did, but she recognized a cocktail shaker, a double jigger, a muddler, a strainer and a mixing spoon, each with an aged patina that spoke to the provenance of the equipment.

“Your grandparents’?” she asked, curious about this man with no living family.

He nodded, pulling out various pieces and supplies. “Whenever I’d travel with them, once we got to where we were going, my grandfather would pull out the kit and make him and my grandmother a martini.”

“Your grandparents sound like more fun than mine,” she said, leaning forward against the countertop. She was wearing slacks and a light V-neck cardigan. It took her a moment to realize that the way she was standing was revealing quite a bit of cleavage. Mulder had politely averted his eyes. She straightened up. “Anything I can do to help?” she offered.

“Uh, ice,” he said, as he worked to set up. “Cutting board and a knife?”

She retrieved everything he asked for and when she set them before him, the ice in a small bowl, he had everything arranged just-so, with two small antique coupe glasses set off to the side.

“Oh, Mulder,” she said, picking one up gently. It had a thin, delicate stem and hand etching in a stylized floral motif. “These are lovely. Were they…?”

“Yes,” he smiled, “These are the originals. No idea how they’ve managed to last so long. My grandmother loved them.”

Scully would have to remind herself to be careful.

He gave her a couple of limes to cut and juice (he’d even brought a juicer), and he proceeded to use a small citrus peeler to notch two beautiful swirls of lime zest.

“Wow,” she said, sucking a bit of lime juice from her thumb. “You really go all out.”

“Well, I was asked to prove my cocktail-making mettle,” he said, and then paused for a minute and gave her an odd look. “Unless that was some kind of euphemism, and I’m horribly embarrassing myself…”

She had to admit that the thought had crossed her mind. Even as she’d issued the invitation, she had had the thought that he may think she was making a pass at him. And if he did, well…?

She looked at him a moment, letting him sweat a bit and then reached under the counter and pulled up the bottle he’d gifted her.

“Gin,” she said.

“Gin,” he repeated in semi-relief.

He reached for the bottle and held it out in front of himself like a sommelier pulling a vintage.

“Wow,” he said, “I really spared no expense.”

She chuckled. “It’s a shame we’re leaving so soon. It’s going to collect dust on a shelf.”

“You could always sneak it on board,” he said, pulling off the fitted cork top with a satisfying chunk! “Though I’m not sure this would mix well with Tang.”

In truth, they hadn’t sent Tang up to space since the 1960’s, but she laughed at the joke.

“And get caught with something flammable?” she asked. “I have no desire to be court martialed.”

“In that case,” Mulder said, reaching over to take the lime juice from her. “Let’s drink some, shall we?”

He’d made his own simple syrup at home and had brought some in a mason jar. He carefully measured, pouring everything over ice cubes and then popped the glass Boston top over his shaker and proceeded to make an awful racket. About twenty seconds later, he pushed the strainer over the top and poured two cool green gimlets in the coupe glasses, floating a curled rind on the top. He handed one to Scully and she led him over to the love seat in her small living room.

She held up her glass to toast him. “Thank you for going to all this trouble, Mulder,” she said, as he raised his own glass to her. “This is decadent.”

“Probably more refined than the original variations, I admit,” he said. “These still standard issue in the Navy?”

Scully grinned at him and took a demure sip. The cocktail was wonderfully cool, sweet, with the sharp tang of citrus with just a hint of astringent gin beneath, so you knew you were having a drink. Mulder really did make a good one.

“No, we choose to fight scurvy in these modern times with three squares a day.”

Mulder leaned back against the cushions of the couch, resting his drink on the arm. The dainty glass looked tiny in his large hands, and he twirled the fine stem with an air of nostalgic habit.

“So you’re military?” he finally asked.

She nodded. “Lieutenant Commander. I got my masters in physics and then decided on medical school. Followed my father and older brother into the Navy and was in the medical corp before I applied for the astronaut service.”

“And you’re serving as one of the science officers as well as flight surgeon?”

“Isn’t everyone in the crew basically a twofer?” She knew that in addition to being the on-base psychologist on Mars, Mulder was also a mission specialist who would have duties to perform on the ship en route to the red planet as well as on the ground. She was also fairly certain he’d gone through pilot training.

“It’s going to be a collective of overachievers for sure,” Mulder said, not meaning it as an insult.

Scully took another drink, her nose dipping demurely into the empty space at the top of the coupe glass. Mulder was watching her closely.

She had to admit she liked the attention.

“You’re one of the pilots?” she finally asked as she swallowed. The drink was starting to warm her belly, giving her a low, muzzy feeling that made her sink a little further into the cushions of the sofa.

Mulder mirrored her, taking another sip.

“Backup to the backup,” he said, once he’d swallowed. Scully watched his throat bob.

“NASA does love their redundancies,” she said.

He nodded slowly, his eyes forward.

“Can I make a confession?” she asked him, and he turned towards her and raised his eyebrows in invitation. “I don’t love flying,” she said.

He threw his head back and laughed once, a kind of barky, foxy laugh. She found herself smiling.

“We’re about to take off from this planet in a rocket and spend the next eleven months flying through space,” he said, as if she wasn’t completely aware. “How’d you get that past the psych evals?”

Scully felt ever so slightly defensive, but managed to keep her good humor. “I didn’t say I was afraid of flying, Mulder,” she said primly. “I just don’t like it.”

He was really smiling now. “And you failed to mention that during the last… what, five, six years?”

She threw back the last of her drink and set the glass down gently on the coffee table, then turned fully to him. “I really want to go to Mars, Mulder.”

He raised his hands in surrender, still smiling and said, “Fair enough.” He then proceeded to down the rest of his drink and set his glass next to hers, turning to her after a moment. “This is perhaps a bit ironic now, but I uh, brought the ingredients for an Aviation cocktail, if you’re interested.”

It was Scully’s turn to laugh, and she did so, trotting out the embarrassing, hyena-like guffaw that she usually only let loose in front of her sister.  “Mulder,” she said, once she’d gotten it out of her system, “I’d love one.”

Mulder smiled at her, his face one of delight, and rose from the loveseat, grabbing both classes on his way back into the kitchen. He pulled out lemons and a bottle of purple colored liquor she didn’t recognize and began working quickly and deftly, shaking out the watery ice cubes into the sink, peeling a rind from a lemon, measuring carefully. She couldn’t help but watch in both fascination and impressed surprise as he worked, sure-footed and adroit. When he finally began shaking the cocktail again, she shook out her hair, fluffing in away from her face. The drink she’d just had was making her cheeks red and warm, and she pressed her cold hands to them, feeling a little hot under the collar as well.

Mulder finally approached, carrying two glasses that were filled with a liquid that was a violet gray, almost the color of the moon. He’d used a toothpick to skewer a brandied cherry that was hanging on the side of the glass. He handed it to her carefully, the drink filled nearly to the rim.

“Slainte,” he said, lowering himself down to sit next to her.

She raised her drink once again and took a sip, the frosty glass further cooling her hand, the beautiful etching pressing into the whorls of her fingertips. This cocktail was a perfect balance of sour and sweet, floral and sharp, and she let it run over her tongue slowly, tasting the opposing flavors in a gentle roll.

“This is wonderful,” she finally said, raising the glass once again to its maker.

“So’s the company,” he replied, his eyes fixed upon her so intently that she could feel his gaze in the back of her skull.

Finally she looked away. She wasn’t used to drinking hard liquor, even mixed, the top of her head felt lighter than the bottom. She tilted her head this way and that while looking at Mulder, trying to regain her equilibrium.

“Tell me about you,” she finally said, pulling the cherry of the toothpick with her teeth. He watched her chew for a moment before speaking, his voice an even, meditative droll.

Eventually she rested her head into her hand, propped up by her elbow, her knees tucked under herself. By this time their second and third drinks had been consumed, and Mulder was sitting on the floor in front of the small sofa, his head resting against the seat. He was telling her about the sister he’d lost to cancer when he was twelve, how it tore the family apart, how it had pushed him into studying the sciences – minoring in biology. How weathered and beaten his parents had become, and how that had driven him finally into psychology. It was a warm, comfortable conversation, even when a quick tropical rain swept through, cutting the power to her quarters, just long enough that she had to pull a small candle from beside her bathtub, setting it on the coffee table to bathe his handsome face in a warm orange glow before the generators finally kicked in and the power came back. When he rose and hit the lightswitch with the palm of his hand, washing them back into semi-darkness, she made no objection. It felt right. It felt right sitting with him like this.

When he left, hours and hours later, she thanked him for the evening and pressed a quick, soft kiss into his sandpapery cheek.

[breanime]

Hey babe i’m the anon that’s watching the mayans for the first time (idk if u rmr me..) anyways. Idk i wish adelita’s baby was miguels. That would’ve been way juicier lol- i read originally that’s how the story was suppose to go and now i’m like damn. They ruined a good thing😭

I remember you! And yeah, it would have been juicer, but god, I'm so over Angel and his female troubles lol

[omanelectronics]

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Why do people give gifts during Eid?

Giving gifts is an important part of Eid al-Fitr celebrations. It symbolizes love, appreciation, and gratitude towards loved ones.

2. What to give as a gift for Eid?

You can give a wide variety of Eid gifts, from clothing and accessories to electronics and home appliances. The key is choosing a thoughtful, practical, and meaningful gift.

3.What are traditional gifts at Eid?

Traditional gifts at Eid include sweets, dates, and money. In some cultures, it is also customary to give new clothes, especially for children, as a symbol of renewal and new beginnings. In some cultures, giving to charity or donating to those in need is traditional during Eid celebrations.

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Case Study - Juicy Salif Lemon Squeezer

Juicy Salif, a citrus reamer designed by Philippe Starck in 1990, is considered an icon of industrial design and has been displayed in the permanent collections of the Museum of Modern Art and the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, as well as the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.

"But the device is not easy to use, and its polished aluminium finish is vulnerable to corrosion and producing an unpleasant taste, as conceded in its official instructions. The kitchen tool is not dishwasher-safe and must be washed by hand while taking care to avoid injury from its sharp point."

A study revealed 28% of the owners of a Juicy Salif have never even tried to juice a lemon with it. This is a key statistic. They used it purely as an aesthetic sculptural display item.

As a juicer, it is average at best. Especially compared to other alternatives. However, it is a great conversation starter.

The object still holds great value, even more than originally intended, despite the purpose and audience changing over time

The idea behind the squeezer straying away from its original purpose and becoming a conversation starter, beautiful design piece, made to be observed not 'used', is the main idea we have for the string product.

Why can't we create a string that sits beautifully on a craft desk? Wrapped around a spool, arriving to the customer in an incredibly smooth, enjoyable-to-open package? A thread that is so strong it is used again and again

"Starck has publicly stated that his citrus reamer was "not meant to squeeze lemons" but "to start conversations".[10]

An image of the Juicy Salif was featured on the front cover of Donald Norman's book Emotional Design.[12] The gold-plated version was described as an "ornament" because citric acid from fruit would discolor and erode the gold plating

The object is ominous because its function is kept very vague. There isn't many indicators to hint how the object might work. Putting a lemon next to it does give it a lot more context and understanding.

"Joy is a function."

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Dance Gavin Dance “Jackpot Juicer” Label: Rise Genre: Post-Hardcore, Swancore Release Date: July 29, 2022

Primary Vocal Style: 9 Secondary Vocal Style: 8 Vocal Composition: 8 Vocal Production: 9 Instrument Composition: 7 Instrument Production: 10 Originality: 6 Flow: 9 Variation: 6.5 Euphony: 9 Lasting Value (x2): 7.5

Tracks Kept: 14 out of 18

Songs to Give a Try: Cream of the Crop; Pop Off!; Swallowed By Eternity

Final Score: 83/100% | Grade: A Do I Recommend?: Yes.

Criticism?: The main criticism I have with this album is really the same criticism I have with every DGD album since Mothership, which is that the album sounds highly similar to their last album and the differentiation between past albums is very low. I understand that DGD have a formula and it works on all their albums (for the most part), but boy do I wish we could have some variability interspersed like how their first 5 albums were. Also, not a criticism, but just wanted to say that every time Andrew Wells brings in his vocals it is pure ecstasy.