#pretty mailbox garden

[george-weasleys-girl]

This wasn't in my original plans for today, but the garden store had a sale on cold season flowers💐

[bimbloop]

The Mounders designs [:

Design notes:

Gave everyone a bandana as a symbol of being part of the group. I tried to keep everyone in earthy colours and gave them something connected to gardening or nature. For Joel I found these really cool designer pants (Woodland “OVERGROWTH” Cargo Pants by BADSON), for Pearl I found this cool tulip scarf, for Bdubs a leaf poncho(?) and for Mumbo I gave him a leafy bag where I like to imagine he keeps his redstone. Also continuing my trend of drawing him with redstone on his hands hehe

I will say I heaaavily referenced a photo of a white shepherd for Mailbox because I only recently started to try and learn to draw doggos so ehm... yeah they're pretty mid without a reference hehe

[zanarkandskylines]

listening to fortnight got me thinking about bakugo and reader having a very brief fling, something that happened in the past during their 20s, but stuck with both of them for years.

i touched you for only a fortnight i touched you, but i touched you

fast forward to living in the same city, the two of you now in your 30s and end up becoming neighbors by happenstance. you're both married to other people since you only talked in shared friend group settings after said fling.

all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february

you watch his wife water her flowers in the garden out back while making coffee in the kitchen every goddamn morning. you have no clue why it irks you so much, that the sight of her stupid smile makes you wanna punch her lights out.

occasionally, you run into bakugo at your mailboxes after a long day at work. small talk is the only thing you two can muster - a comment about the weather or harmless compliments about each other's appearance.

"sure rained like hell yesterday."

"nice sweater, your wife buy it for you?"

"god, it's too fucking hot today."

"that dress looks nice on ya."

one night, both of your spouses are away when a storm comes raging through the city. your power goes out, leaving you in the dark because your stupid husband forgot to replace the generator. from your windows, you see bakugo's household has power and decide to hightail it over for some company.

he answers the door with a confused look on his face. "the fuck you doin' in the rain? get in here!"

bakugo makes you a coffee to share with him in the kitchen, bullshitting through the night like you used to do as twenty somethings. it felt natural, your heart soaring as you watched him laugh and retell jokes from the past. when the conversation died down, you blurted out something you didn't plan to vocalize to anyone.

"i think my husband's cheating. sometimes i just wanna kill the bastard."

caught off guard by your admittance, bakugo quirks an eyebrow at you in response. "little extreme, but i'm sure that could be arranged."

"would be cheaper than a damn divorce. that asshole would take everything from me."

he snickers, taking another sip of his coffee. "think my wife's doin' the same. comes home late and shit, never can tell me why."

"how'd we get stuck with this shit luck?" you retort, forcing a laugh from your tightened chest.

"could be worse. we're neighbors, that's fuckin' lucky for me."

i love you...it's ruining my life.

"oh? i'm starting to think that's not a coincidence anymore."

bakugo sets his mug on the countertop, turning to face you while crossing his arms over the broadness of his chest.

"might'a convinced my wife to move here. thought maybe we could be friends again."

"so you bought a fucking house next to me instead of just calling to go to dinner?" you ask mockingly, a smirk on your face as you awaited his bullshit answer.

he shakes his head with a grin of his own. "sure did."

i love you...it's ruining my life.

"how come you never ask or invite me over then? we're literal neighbors, kats."

"pretty sure my wife's scared of ya. plus, i want time with you, not us."

that makes your heart skip a beat.

"hell of a way to say you miss me." you pause before setting your own cup down on the counter. "i'm glad you're here."

"me too."

right as he's approaching you, the front door swings open.

"babe, i'm home!" his wife calls, handful of shopping bags. she sees you standing in the kitchen aside bakugo - you give her a soft wave.

"oh, hi. i didn't expect company tonight."

"her dumbass husband forgot to replace their generator. just helpin' her out."

she gives him a glare, tilting her chin up at him, almost condescendingly, as she assesses his answer.

"how unfortunate. stay as long as you need, i'm gonna go put this away."

and with that, she leaves for their bedroom to unload her shopping haul. once she's out of earshot, you turn to bakugo and chuckle under your breath.

"oh yeah, she hates me."

bakugo rolls his eyes. "let her be miserable, it's her strong suit. come on, let's go take'a look at that generator."

the generator works just fine, you unplugged it before coming over.

you were curious if there was a spark leftover between you two, only to find the fire was not only stoked, but never fully extinguished.

blasty tags; @slayfics @maddietries @queenpiranhadon @starieq ✨

[episims]

Mailbox Mesh Default Replacement

A simple default replacement for the mailbox mesh that removes the wooden ball from the top of its stand.

Also included is a new add-on lamp by @pforestsims that can be layered with the mailbox, and is a pretty garden lamp on its own:

It'll pull all the metal recolors you have for the Blazin' Buckaroos lamp.

And for those who use the 4t2 Ol' Rustic Mailbox Cover by Michelle, I nudged one verticle clipping with it inwards, so it won't show from under the cover anymore:

The cover's not included, you can download it from the link above.

📨 Download (SFS) (alternate)

The files are compressed. The default is compatible with the existing recolors for the mailbox and its stand, as well as texture replacements for them.

Update (13.5.2024): The lamp can now be placed at the edge of the road without turning moveobjects on.

Credit and thanks to PF for the lamp!

[gi4hao]

a story of garden parties

neighbor!seungcheol x gn!reader

warnings: a vaguely implied mention of alcohol, lots of mentions of food, cheol taking his shirt off *bites lip*

your neighbor’s friends warned you: they’re often around. but that only means seungcheol always has room for one more person, especially if that person happens to be you.

march 24th, 11:41am

it’s the very last thing on your to-do list. something you only allowed yourself to do after cleaning your entire house and unpacking exactly thirteen full cardboard boxes: changing the nameplate on your mailbox. proudly admiring the way your family name states that this is, indeed, a house that now belongs to you, you feel a great sense of accomplishment rushing through your veins. of course you’re far from being done with moving in, but you have a feeling everything will go easy now that the hardships of paperwork are behind you.

on your right, the sound of footsteps and friendly chatters make you look away from your brand new mailbox. you count not one, not two, not even three people walking towards you, but seven. for a moment you wonder whether your neighborhood is something worthy of touristic visits… but watching these guys closely, you realize they’re all carrying food and drinks of various kinds, therefore eliminating the tourist theory.

you greet the group with a polite smile, and the seven of them utter scattered heys and hellos. only one of them actually speaks up:

“hi! are you the new tenant?”

“i am, yeah! i just moved in today. are you guys… neighbors of mine?”

they’re quick to inform you that none of them is actually living in this neighborhood, but that they’re all headed to your actual neighbor’s house, making the most of the sun to have a little get-together. a barbecue, specifically.

you’ve met your neighbor already, although only through hurried exchanges during your two visits of the place. he seemed like a nice guy, although you couldn’t quite remember right now.

“well, don’t hesitate to come and say hi! my name’s seungkwan, you might see us a lot around here if i’m being honest”, the same guy tells you, and you think they all must be pretty close to invite other people to each other’s houses.

may 20th, 1:30pm

“thanks!” you tell seungcheol as he hands you the drink you’ve been advised to try for months now, a creation straight out of joshua’s mind.

and indeed, you understand what the hype is about from the very first sip. you face translates your satisfaction, and causes seungcheol to crack you a smile.

“i needed that”, you admit, putting the glass down on the kitchen table. through the patio door, you get a perfect view of jeonghan trying his hardest to push mingyu in the pool. “thank you for inviting me by the way, it’s always nice to hang out with you guys.”

this is probably a more acceptable thing to say than the actual truth: that the main reason why you accepted the invitation was seungcheol himself.

“no worries, we like having you around”, he replies, getting started on his own drink. “is everything okay though? you seem a bit tensed.”

well, so much for trying your best not to look like you haven’t spent your entire morning having a breakdown over a multitude of sudden bad news.

you’ve gotten closer to seungcheol lately. the sunny weather brought many occasions for spontaneous conversations in your driveway, a few drinks at each other’s houses when the timing seemed right, and even a couple of parties. in other terms, you’re close enough to tell him when you’re feeling down, but maybe not close enough to always tell him why.

still, he’s always listened to you with a patient and reliable ear, making sure your interactions always felt comfortable for the both of you. but this sense of comfort is precisely the reason why neither of you seem willing to make a move.

you take another sip of your drink before answering: “i’m okay, nothing my beautiful new kitchen lights can’t fix.”

he chuckles, knowing you’re referring to the latest thing he’s done for you around your house. and his cheeks feel unusually hot. “well, feel free to ask if you ever need anything else. i don’t mind at all”, he smiles before walking around the kitchen table, motioning you to follow him outside.

your drink in hand as you step onto his wooden patio, you have to make a conscious effort to look away when he lifts his t-shirt over his head. lying on their deckchairs, minghao and jihoon are sharing knowing looks behind your back.

august 6th, 11:56pm

“am i even doing this right?” you ask, not really knowing whether you’re talking to yourself or not.

two hands come to rest on your shoulders, and you feel cheol leaving a kiss on the back of your head, making you instantly melt. “looks perfect to me”, he answers, looking at the chicken and vegetables sizzling on the grill.

you would take that as a compliment if it had come from anyone else, but since cheol has a tendency to believe that everything you do is perfection, you’re not really sure how much truth is behind those words.

so you pick up a slice of bell pepper with your fork, blow on it and turn around to feed it to him.

“perfect”, he confirms with a content smile, before leaning in to leave a kiss on your cheek.

behind him, you catch sight of seungkwan frowning in disgust: “don’t spread your cheesiness all over our food please. what if it’s contagious?”

reacting much quicker than you, cheol throws a towel that hits him right in the chest, all while simultaneously telling him to start handing around the plates.

“wow, someone doesn’t like to be called cheesy…”, you remark in an amused tone as you bring the first batch of food on the table.

“is it cheesy to say you’re the only one who’s allowed to say it?” he questions and pulls you closer for a kiss, fully knowing the answer to his own question.

sure, you guys might be a bit cheesy, but if you were to come up with an explanation, you’d say it’s just the natural release of months of pent-up affection. but everything feels so right now, and you can’t even remember the last time you felt alone, cheol’s presence and sturdiness being your safety net at every inconvenience in your life.

and as much as seungkwan and the others love to tease you for it, they’ll always cherish your fondness for each other, as long as it keeps on making their best friend the happiest man ever.

[lil-elle]

I loved your boynextdoor as classmates headcanon !! can u request boynextdoor as your literal neighbour's?? tyty

YESSS of coursee heheh

BOYNEXTDOOR as your Neighbour

pairs: neighbour!bnd x gn!reader

genre: boy next door (fitting), neighbours au, fluff

word count: 632

content: fluffy bestie neighbour behaviour

a/n: it is nice having a lil break from xikers even if they are my ult group ♡

Jaehyun:

The friendly one, brought you home made pastries when you first moved in

Talks to you whenever he sees you on the street and invites you over to hang out a lot

Leaves little notes in your mailbox despite the fact he lives right next door (and probably has your phone number)

House sits when you're gone, sending you pics of your cat/dog with the caption “He/she misses you :(”

If your bedroom windows face each other he'd paste pieces of paper to his window saying “Good Morning!” every morning

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Sungho:

Mows his lawn at 6am (I'm sorry sungho stans 💀)

He's always out early in the morning to go to the gym or run errands

Would be outside washing his car one day and he- um he uh- um- he 😳😳 let's just hope he wouldn't do it in a crop top (he would)

Hosts any neighbourhood gatherings like a potluck or a new year's party we'd he'd set off fireworks

Would accidentally walk in front of his bedroom window in just a towel and you'd see him from your window, eyes wide until he quickly pulls the curtain shut in embarrassment 

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Riwoo:

The neighbour that always gets noise complaints like crazy

Has parties in his backyard on the weekend and invited anyone and everyone (including you as his neighbour)

Throws pebbles at your window when he wants your attention even if he knows it annoys you

Always forgets to put his rubbish bins out so his trash piles up until you just do it for him

A ding-dong ditcher, leaves a note on your door asking you to hang out, rings the doorbell and runs away because he's scared to see your reaction

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Taesan:

Not a very sociable neighbour, you'd only see him every so often at the grocery store or getting his mail

You'd hear loud cursing coming from on his house and be very concerned but it's actually just because he stubbed his toe or something 

You'd knock on his door to bring him gift or something like a house-warming gift and he'd answer in his pyjamas and slippers with messy hair

The type to always be in pyjamas at home no matter what time it is, only gets dressed up to go out because he just wants to be comfortable

Would drive kids on Halloween away from his house with scary decorations and if they still come up to the door, he'd put a scary mask on and scare them away

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Leehan:

Timidly introduces himself to you when you first move in

If he goes away, he'd ask you to take care of his fish while he's gone, giving you a super long list of all the things you need to do with strict schedules and instructions

The type to leave flowers on your doorstep as a birthday gift or house-warming gift or just because he wants to (teehee he has a crush on youuu)

Would have pretty flower beds and prune his garden really nice, he'd end up showing up everyone else in the neighbourhood

Gets really into decorating for Halloween and Christmas, having the best decorations every year

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Woonhak:

Your classmate who you always knew lived right next to you because you walked the same way home everyday and watched him enter his house

Once he noticed you lived next to each other, he'd always want to walk to and from school with you everyday

Would always want to work with you for group projects or study together just because you live so close

You two would end up using the others house as much as you use your own, being in his house all day one day, and yours all day the next

Basically you'd be inseparable best friends

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TAGLIST:

@hyunromi @minjaezed @ihyeokzu @cake1box

[kitashousewife]

neighbor!kita who is bummed when he doesn’t see you out watering your flower garden in the evening like he usually does. but when he looks across the grass and past the fence, he sees you sleeping peacefully on a quilt in the sun.

he knows that you have a few events coming up from the many chats the two of you have over the fence or at the mailboxes, so he decides to be a good neighbor and just water them.

the gravel crunches under his feet as he walks, dust puffing around his boots with each step. he enters your flower garden carefully, not wanting do disturb any of the blooms that you so graciously care for.

the squeak of the faucets catches your attention though, and when you catch the culprit you can’t help but smile.

“howdy neighbor,” you yawn, opening the gate and snickering when kita jumps and sprays some of the water right into the air. “sorry, i shouldn’t scare someone who’s being so kind to me.”

you turn the faucet off and he shakes his head.

“don’t worry about it,” he wipes his forehead with the rag from his back pocket. “gotta help a pretty lady with her pretty flowers.”

[lucid-romances]

Neighborly

Sebastian x City! Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mention of Death

Sebastian waits for the farmer in the morning.

The morning light was just teetering over the mountaintops of Stardew Valley.  In the early spring, dew clung to the grass, and a chill came in with the breeze. (Y/N) pulls her old duster tighter around herself as she fills a bucket of water to throw into her garden.  She counts the stocks of beans and tomatoes and sighs in relief when she finds no carnage from the birds.  She’d lived in a city her entire life, depending on the subway train to get her places and street-side food carts to keep her fed.  The only experience she had with plants was the small rooftop garden her mother preserved at their apartment building, and even that had managed to wither away in the months following her death. 

As (Y/N) places her empty bucket by the gate, she tries not to think of her mother or how she would have loved to grow old in Pelican Town.  She never seemed like the type to settle down, and every day, (Y/N) had watched her look out the window with longing.  At the very least, her grave is outside the city limits, with her father now put to rest beside her.  His grave was only three months old when (Y/N) decided to cash in on her portion of his Will.  Her father hadn’t been pleased- she was leaving her corporate job behind to take on a run-down farm, and he didn’t have much faith in her management potential. 

Some days, (Y/N) is inclined to agree with him, but on this day, she’d managed to get up early and finish her chores before the sunrose.  Her mailbox was empty, and her time was free, which meant she could pick up her rusty sword and travel into the mines. As dark and grim as the old shafts happened to be, she thought they were the most fascinating part of the Valley. She had a growing collection of crystals lining her flower bed, and Gunther treated her like an archaeological companion, given the many artifacts she’d been able to bring him. 

She’d always been better at hitting things than mending them, which is why she’d strap a small bag to her back and her sword to her belt before she began the walk up Mountain Road.  She expects the rest of town to be asleep, except for the few business owners who needed an early start, and she’d startle when passing by her neighbor’s home.  A whistle catches her off-guard, sharp and attentive, and her eyes snap towards Robin’s Carpenter business.  

Sebastian is leaning against the fence surrounding their patio, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he waves a coffee cup in front of him. 

“Are my eyes deceiving me, Seb, or are you awake this early?” 

“Maybe I’m just up really late. Here, this is for you.” 

(Y/N) takes a step closer, the bitter aroma of the coffee making her mouth water before she takes the mug into her hands. The warmth felt good against the chill, and she flashed Sebastian a toothy smile. “Don’t tell me you wait around every morning to give a cup of Joe to the first pretty person you see.” 

“You’re the only pretty person willing to get up this early.” Sebastian huffs back, propping his chin against his first as she takes a drink. “Unless you count Linus.” 

“‘Course I count Linus. Have you seen that man’s beard?”  

Sebastian laughs, and the cherry light of his cigarette drops some ashes at his feet. “It’s a good thing I already brought him breakfast, huh? I wouldn’t want him feeling underappreciated.” 

(Y/N) softens at this information before pointing to him with his mug. “Why are you up?” 

“You mentioned going into the mines when we played pool on Friday. I figured I’d catch you before you went in. Wish you luck.”

“That’s nice of you.” 

“Ah, I’m just being neighborly.” 

She wasn’t sure what to say, but she knew that he wouldn’t wake up before 9 AM just to talk to any of his other neighbors. Hell, the only thing that got him up most days was the fact that he had work.  She felt rather special, and under the scrutiny of his gaze, she couldn’t keep that telltale fluttering from starting in her chest. “Sebastian…”

 

“Yeah?”

“Go inside now. If you keep looking at me, I might die.” 

He grins and stands up straighter as if he’d got what he was waiting for that whole time. “Better to die by my flattery than to the monsters down there.  Why don’t you come inside? We can have a real breakfast.” 

“As special as the one you had with Linus?” 

“Well, no. You lack the beard necessary to have a five-star meal with me,  but close.” 

(Y/N) offers Sebastian the now empty mug, and he reaches out to hook it by the handle.  His hands are cold, and she realizes he must have been freezing too, only wearing his hoodie and shorts.  He’s still in his pajamas despite inviting her over, and she rolls her eyes. “I’ll have to rain check. I’m supposed to meet Gunther with something new, and I don’t want to disappoint him.” 

Sebastian nods before he bends down to pick up a small bag. It was hidden behind Maru’s telescope. “I assumed, so here’s a few extra supplies. Water, granola bars, first-aid. Please don’t die down there.” 

“I make no such promises, but thank you for caring.” 

“Don’t mention it.” Sebastian finally finishes his cigarette and stubs it out on the fence before stuffing it in his pocket. “I’m the only one who knows you’re going down there, so if you die, I’m the one who has to drag you back up.” 

“I’d love to see you try! Come to the mines next time, and I’ll show you a thing or two about slaying slimes.”

“I think the town would be better off if I left the ass-kicking to you, (Y/N). I’d hate to be on the other side of that sword.” 

“What, this old thing?” She turns about to give a view of the sword sheathed at her hip. “I could teach you a thing or two, swordsmanship is a dead art.” 

“Make it out of those mines in one piece, and then we’ll talk.”

 

(Y/N) smiles before she stuffs the small bag of supplies within her own to carry with her.  “Talk to you later then?” 

“Come by once you’re finished down there. We’d all love to see what you find.” 

She nods and then continues down the path with a softhearted goodbye left on the wind.

[turtlesandfrogs]

Tips for foraging inside city limits!

For those who don't know me, I've been foraging my whole life, and while I started off down a gravel road and backed up to timberlands, I now live less than a block from a strip mall.

The first thing to know about foraging in city limits is that there's way more wonderfully tasty food growing for free than you'd think.

The second thing to know is that you'd better wash your food and make sure you're not harvesting from a superfund site unknowingly.

The third thing to know is that there's a little more networking involved than when you're foraging "undeveloped" land.

Getting started:

There are two keys to successful urban foraging: you need to get to know the area, and you need to get to know the plants.

I strongly recommend developing a walking (or wheeling) habit. As a forager, you're going to want to get familiar with the individual plants in your area, and you just can't do that at the speed a car or bus moves. Make note of the potential plants, and watch how they're growing and yielding from one year to another (pear trees, for example, are famous for being alternate year barers- meaning if they have hardly any this year, they might have a bumper crop the next).

You also need to learn the plants- in urban areas I tend to focus on foraging from invasive species, and agricultural species that I know grow prolifically where I am. Check your local invasive species, and see which are edible. In my area, Himalayan blackberries are very invasive, and pretty darn good. No one is going to mind you picking Himalayan blackberries, because they are so prolific that there will always be more. Different areas will have different edible invasive species, and it pays to learn them.

I recommend going to a plant nursery and seeing which fruiting trees, bushes, and shrubs do well in your area and bare prolifically. People often plant a tree, and then years later, they realize it produces enough for five families, and they'd love for someone else to come pick. Or someone planted a tree decades ago, and now someone else lives there and doesn't care for the fruit. Sometimes, they even pick the fruit for you and put it out with a little free sign. I've also had great luck asking. Usually, people are more than happy for you to take some because to them, it's just a mess. I've also had good luck posting to local gardening groups on Facebook, or buy-nothing groups, or Craigslist, or putting up flyers that say something along the lines of "I'll come pick your fruit and leave you a portion" or "let me pick your fruit and I'll make you a crumble". That usually gets me more than I want.

Places to forage:

Peoples' yards: While you're wandering around, observe which fruits and nuts in your area are so prolific that loads go to waste. Here, it's usually apples, pears, figs, blackberries, raspberries, plums, walnuts, chestnuts, and acorns. Complement (authentically) people on their yards when you see them, gardeners are enthusiastic and generous and love enthusiasm from others. Be authentic in your appreciation, though, and don't expect anything. Part of what you're doing is building connections and recognition. If they offer you something, be excited and thankful, and they might tell others about you when excess food comes up. I've indirectly gotten apples, figs, peaches, plums, and walking onions this way. I've also written notes and left them in mailboxes before, and I have had some success just straight up asking about figs and apples. I've even gotten foraging permission by being an enthusiastic young person at a gardening club, class, or show.

Back alleys, overgrown fences between public and private spaces, corporate grounds that someone planted and forgot about: is obvious when food isn't wanted or cared for. If there are pounds of fruit or nuts laying on the ground, and some has already gone bad, and it's in a public area, I say go for it. I'll often pick up the bad ones too, and bring them home to compost, just to make the area nicer for others.

College campuses: often edible species get planted because they're pretty, and no one cares if you pick up the nuts or fruits. It pays to learn some unusual edibles. I've gotten strawberry tree fruits, edible dogwood, and ginko this way. Sometimes they've got demonstration gardens, and they want people to take the food. It is worth it to ask.

Some examples from within short waking distance of one bus route in a town:

These are Himalayan blackberries.

These are everywhere. These are very prolific where I am, and if one section is picked clean, there's another 100 feet away that's still loaded.

This is a plum tree.

Actually, it's several plum trees, because plums come true from seed and this one has been dropping plums for years. This is in a public park, and probably got started in the neighbor's yard. Every year, I pick dozens of plums from the ground and tree, and every year there are hundreds more that don't get picked.

This is a pear tree:

I've gotten permission to pick from this tree before, but this year was a bad year for it. Next year it will probably be loaded, as it has in the past.

This is yarrow.

A lot of eco-concious cities are starting to add yarrow to their lawns, because it's drought tolerant, native to North America, and tolerates mowing and foot traffic very well. Also, my city doesn't spray herbicides. Yarrow makes a lovely tea. Also, if you go to the edges of the lawn area, up against trees and shrubs and such, they often don't quite get the edges so you can get the flowers, too. Just be cognizant of how many dogs are likely to have been doing their business and try to pick an unpopular spot.

This is a red currant that someone planted, and someone else did a terrible job of pruning:

It's in a volunteer park, where people want you to pick the food. I have snacked often on this plant.

These are acorns:

I'm only competing with non-native squirrels for this one. I'm going to try to make something from them this year.

No matter what you're harvesting, never take more than you can use. Learn some ways to preserve the harvest too- freezing and drying are probably the easiest, but canning, jams, and jellies aren't that hard. You will probably end up with more than you need or want if you're anything like me. In that case, buy-nothing groups, gardening groups, and mutual-aid networks are a great way to share the bounty and sometimes set up trades, or get future foraging opportunities.

Hope that helps!

[talesofedo]

I don't know whether this is of interest to anyone (writers? artists?) but here are some wear patterns on a well-loved yukata.

This particular garment is about four years old and made from cotton. I wear this a lot, primarily to sleep in, but also often around the house, especially in summer.

Occasionally I wear it in the backyard doing some light gardening, playing ball with my dog, or for getting the mail from the mailbox at the end of my driveway.

I pretty much only wear this with heko obi (soft obi). I'm not sure whether the wear pattern in the waist would be much different with the stiffer kaku obi.

The heaviest amount of wear is to the sleeves, particularly to the sleeve openings and the armpits.

I don't know how many times I've managed to snag the sleeve openings on something.

Maybe I'm more klutzy than the average person (though I don't think so?), but it's so easy to snag them on things in a modern house. Some places I've encountered specifically include: the stairway banister, the kitchen island, and assorted door knobs.

I expect there would be plenty of things one might snag their sleeves on during the Edo period as well, such as the handles or corners of andon lamps, for example, or bamboo fences.

The armpits tear surprisingly easy. Every so often I've caught my hand on the sleeve doing things like getting up if from bed or from sitting on the floor, and putting that pressure on the sleeve then rips the stitches in the armpit.

Interestingly, I've found that the collar likes to fold over on itself after washing, and the white line you see here is wear and tear along the collar's folded-over edge.

That wear would normally be found at the actual edge of the collar, which will start to fray and disintegrate just from the friction of everyday wear.

I'll probably replace the entire collar on this one day if I don't choose to just keep patching it.

One thing I found interesting about wear patterns are these two spots at the back, just underneath the collar on either side.

However, these make sense if you look at how a kimono drapes when it's worn.

In the picture below, which is from an NHK story, you can see how the sleeve basically drapes from the top of the shoulder, on either side of the collar. Over time, that causes wear to those spots and can cause them to thin or wear through, as it did on mine.

[loserharrington]

Steve is the type of guy to have an imaginary rivalry with one of his neighbors.

He tends to his garden, puts his blood sweat and tears into it because That Guy down the street just trimmed his bushes so obviously that means he’s trying to show Steve up, yeah?

And on Halloween That Guy goes all out and well… Steve can’t have that, now can he? So he gets bigger and better decorations than him only to find that That Guy is playing his electric guitar on the fucking roof all night. The kids on the street love it, all crowed around his house and Steve is left bitter about the amount of candy he still has by the end of the night. Show off…

So for Christmas he hauls himself up on the roof to hang up a million lights and a blow up Santa by the chimney and he thinks he’s finally done it. Out done That Guy but when he looks over he sees that That fucking Guy has Santa’s workshop in his yard along with all of his reindeer, and Steve can’t take it anymore.

Robin tries to talk him out of it, tell him “He’s probably not doing it on purpose, Steve!” but Steve has to know. Who the hell is this guy and why has he started this war against him when all Steve wanted to do was plant flowers and light up the neighborhood with his Christmas/Halloween spirit?

So he marches over there, crossing the street for the first time in Ever, and knocks on the door with such a determination that he shook the entire house. And when That Guy opens up, smile bright and mischievous, Steve’s brain completely flatlines because

Shit. Shit, he never really saw it before seeing as he had pretty terrible eye sight and you don’t normally notice these thing when you’re too busy glaring but…

That Guy is fucking hot. Objectively… He’s got long curly hair and full pink lips and eyes he could get lost in—

“Well, hello neighbor. To what do I owe the pleasure on this lovely winter evening?” That Guy looks to him, knowing. Seeing. Seeing the way Steve struggles to articulate his thoughts. To get himself in line. To think of anything but his wolfish grin and chocolate button eyes.

“I was just… I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tomorrow. With me and my sister Robin.”

No. No, that is not what he was going to say. Damnit, Steve.

“Your sister?” he asks. “I was told you were roommates.”

Steve rolls his eyes, actively trying not to think about the fact that Robin must have already introduced herself to this guy. “Not the point.”

“It’d be nice to know your name first before coming in and eating all your food, yeah?”

Steve blinks. Oh yeah. He still didn’t know what That Guy’s name was other than the chicken scratch Munson carved into his old rotting mailbox. (Steve had lost his own mailbox in a driving lesson with Max. He had yet to find time to replace it.)

He holds out his hand. “Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“Eddie. Eddie Munson. Nice to finally meet you, Neighbor. I’ve been loving our little game of war this past year.”

“I fucking knew it!”

[whistlebell]

Encanto Mod List 🪄

Hello everyone! 👋

I did my best to compile all the mods, but I used so much that I'm pretty sure I may have left out a few. Sorry! Let me know what I've missed, and I'll do my best to find the source and add it to the list!

Please note that I own/have made none of these mods. All credits go to the incredible authors and mod makers from Nexus and Naver behind these beautiful mods and retextures!

🌟 INTERFACE

Script Font, Kitsch Interface, Love of Cooking UI Recolor

🌳 OUTDOORS

Delloti's Flower Retexture, Medieval DNT, OnOff Map Retexture, Seasonal Fences, Seasonal Floorings, Stardew Foliage Redone, Yatho Lee Meteorite, Zenith Farm, Lumisteria Short Flowery Grass, StarDust's Maps Retexture, Better Resources, DaisyNiko's Tilesheets

🏠 BUILDINGS

Overgrown Fairy Buildings, More Overgrown Fairy Buildings, Rocky Junimo Hut, Romantic Greenhouse, Statues as Obelisks, Tanga Forest Gold Clock, v1.4 misc recolour, Fish Ponds by Gweniaczek, Flowery Bin, Glass Jar Mailbox, Medieval Tractor Garage, Hot Air Balloon Retexture

🐑 ENTITIES

Mi's and eemie's Butterflies, Cuter portrait for MrGinger, Mermaid Replaces Mariner, Cuter Fatter Goats, Solip's Coop Animals, Altaria Horse Replacer, Aquarium Fish Retexture, Pet Hamster Retexture

🖌️ INTERIOR

Zyr's Multipurpose Shed, Cozy Farmhouse Kitchen, Lnh's Barn, Lnh's Coop, Lnh's New Slime Hutch, Ria's Third Farmhouse, Rustic Country Town Interior, Shed is Cafe, Spacious Greenhouse,Yet Another Wallpaper Mod

🛋️ FURNITURE

Yellog's Furniture, Gwen's Medieval Craftables, Modern Floor Lights, Cosy Cafe, Shyzie's String Lights, Greenhouse Furniture, Shyzie's Rugs, Cookie Run Kingdom Lightning Rod,Flower Power Furniture, Ornamental Garden Furniture, Cookie Run Kingdom Ostrich,Who's Happy New Year Furniture, Industrial Furniture Set, Outdoor Decorations (swings, fountains, etc.), Cookie Run Kingdom Furniture, Cookie Run Kingdom Crops, Cookie Run Kingdom Craftables

🧺 ITEMS

Better Artisan Goods, Better Crops and Foraging, Better Fishing and Beach Foraging, Better Gems and Minerals, Better Rings, Lux Food Mod, Museum Artifacts Reimagined, MSaturn Floaties, Sprogs Floral Tappers, Aesthetic Garbage

👗 FARMER

Luo Li's top and skirt26, Do Eun's Female Body, Animals and Mythological Creatures Stuff, H Youn's Hair, Beommung's 140 tops pack, Geulhwa's sleeves, Rago's loose fit sleeve, Rago's overfit sleeve, Jjolipong's Closet

👥 VILLAGERS

Alex Portrait, Alex Sprite, Adorable Kid Portraits, Toddlers like Parents, Seasonal Aideen Portraits

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 57: Winterfest Moments

The Story of a Family

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The revival of his relationship with Noemi loomed large on Luigi’s heart and mind, but when Winterfest rolled around, he was excited to show all the special Sims in his life just how much they meant to him.

He started with his smallest friend – his beloved feline companion. That morning Luigi began the day by giving Chubbs an extended leisurely playtime chasing around their favorite laser toy. The deep purr rumbling from his cat’s chest told him that his gift had been appreciated!

The next friend he ran into was Bonnie, who was just getting ready to head out to her first class of the day. Knowing she planned to find a place with Leroy after she graduated that semester Luigi had bought her a collection of spring seeds to start her own little garden. She loved it, promising to invite him over to sample the fruits of her labor as soon as she had something to show for it.

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Next Luigi headed outside to put his gifts to his cousins in the mailbox and was excited to find a package from Great-Grandpa Candor waiting for him!

He took it back up to his room, opening it to reveal a framed poster with an inspirational quote about working hard. Luigi immediately found a space for it on the wall and texted his grandfather a thank you before spinning into his winter clothes and heading off to campus.

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He found Noemi in The Commons, working in one of her club’s upstairs labs on parts for the upcoming util-bot contest.

When she unboxed that season’s bestselling romance novel and a few not safe for school “toys”, she knew that not telling him about her pregnancy scare had been the right call. The test had been negative, so really there was nothing to say. Besides, she’d gone too long without his joyful adventurousness in the bedroom, and she didn’t want to spook him with worries about premature parenthood.

Noemi laughed when he said he’d bought two copies of the book, and suggested they could start a “book club”. Snuggling up close she told him seriously that she’d like that very much. She had a small box of protection wrapped up all pretty under the tree at her place for him and was really looking forward to rediscovering that aspect of their relationship.

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During the long break between his last class and practice Luigi headed back home to Brindleton Bay. As was tradition for them, Peachy was whipping up a hearty grand breakfast for their Winterfest dinner. Luigi happily pitched in to make some special holiday cocktails.

Even with a rare misstep by the gourmet chef resulting in the need for a few more eggs and a change of clothes they finished with plenty of time to catch up before Scott and his girlfriend Bria arrived to join them. Luigi found it much easier to celebrate with the couple now that he had his own girl.

He didn’t mention Noemi to his family since they hadn’t yet talked about “going public”, but he was sure he’d be able to do so soon.

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After dinner a chagrined Peachy asked his boy for a little “IT help”.

He’d never been the most tech savvy sim and elderhood had only made it harder to remember “all those darn passwords”.

Luigi laughed, replying that it was the least he could do as repayment for “all those amazing meals.”, dutifully sitting down at the rec room computer to straighten everything out for his father before they joined everyone in the living room to exchange presents.

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Before Luigi headed back to school and Scott went off to see Bria’s folks, Peachy and Valentina pulled their respective boys aside.

They’d already secured Aubrie and Kian’s agreement to be flower pal and ring bearer respectively at their wedding in Tartosa, scheduled after the New Year, and they hoped Luigi and Scott would stand up as their Sims of Honor.

Both boys were happy to agree, glad that their parents had worked out the “family issues” and finally been able to set a date. It had been a wonderful Winterfest so far and Luigi still had one final bit of holiday cheer to spread that evening at practice.

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View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[aziraphales-library]

hi hello! I adore the blog, thanks for all the work that you all do !! May you recommend any good multi chapter fics that have a really great plot/storyline? Something not explicit or nsfw. thank you dearly!

Hey! You can check our #plotty and #long fic tags for more recommendations like this. Here are more to add...

something wretched about this by IvyOnTheHolodeck (T)

You might wonder why Aziraphale can't seem to enjoy his retirement in peace. You could ascribe his distress to the series of terrifying thoughts that haunt his days, or the only book he wishes he'd never read, or even the wound that still hurts after six thousand years.

Really, though, you should blame the fact he's never learned to talk about his feelings.

in the study with the lead pipe by paradoxicalpockets (T)

The year is 1845, and Aziraphale, a rare books dealer, would like to retire early. His plans are scuttled when a mysterious letter is dropped on his stoop - a threat of blackmail from one Lord Gabriel, a wealthy American living out in the English countryside. An already tense dinner with 5 other blackmail victims (one of which is the famous actor Anthony J. Crowley) takes a turn for the worse when their host reveals that they are locked in the mansion, the blackmail materials are in the mailbox outside, and the police are set to arrive in 24 hours.

The only way to truly protect your secrets is to send them to the grave. Aziraphale and Crowley must find the front door key and escape...or die trying.

World Enough And Time by Stephquiem (T)

For Aziraphale, there were always two Crowleys: the First Crowley, the one he met in the Garden, the one he's spent 6000 years meeting across human history. And there is the Second Crowley, the one who comes to him across time, again and again, propelled, it would seem, by some unknown tragedy. Both, his hereditary enemy. His dearest friend.

For Crowley, there is a Before, and there is an After. Before, he spent 6000 years as Hell's agent on Earth, seeing Aziraphale occasionally, working together where they could get away with it. After... After, he's drawn back over and over, like he's attached by a tether that just won't let him go.

Not that he wants it to let him go. The alternative...

Binary Star by TriffidsandCuckoos (T)

After abandoning the Earth in the wake of a more environmental apocalypse, humanity has taken to the stars. Crowley stayed behind to restore the Earth; Aziraphale followed the humans into space. After almost two centuries, the latest prophet arrives in Aziraphale’s archive, determined to rectify this.

So Much Discounted by WanderingAlice (T)

After asking Aziraphale a strange question, Crowley disappears. Can Aziraphale work out what happened to him? And more importantly, can he save him before it's too late?

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“No.” Aziraphale sat up, throwing his senses wide, searching, seeking, all the way to the edges of the world. “Crowley!” His frantic cry, amplified by his angelic power, rippled through the minds of every being with even the slightest occult sensitivity. Miles away, Anathema sat up in bed, and reached in panic for her lover when she felt the new absence in the world. Down the street from Jasmine Cottage, Adam Young tumbled from his covers, reaching out himself with what remained of his power. What he found was so terrible he fled from it, running to climb into bed with his parents like he hadn’t since he’d been very small.

“No,” the angel said again, his voice small and lost amid the stacks of lonely books. “No.” He pushed himself up with trembling hands, climbed to his feet, and didn’t stop running until he stood outside the door to Crowley’s Mayfair flat.

stalwart sun, wily moon by dustnhalos (M)

Anthony J. Crowley is a world-class art thief with a complicated past who, until now, had been pretty content with going through life as part of a prolific black market art trafficking ring. He enjoyed the thrill and danger of the hunt, especially if it meant he got to travel the world, play with state-of-the-art technology, and make enough money to afford anything he could ever want.

That is, until a simple logistical hiccup leads him straight into the path of one Aziraphale Fell, former Head Conservator of the British Museum turned antique repair shop owner.

Suddenly, there's a space in Crowley's life that only Aziraphale seems to fill, but his clandestine life of crime paired with Aziraphale's industry connections and indomitable penchant for good seems like a relationship doomed to fail.

Little do they both know, the strands of friendship, morality, and deception in their shared circles of the London art world are interwoven in even more complex ways than either of them could have expected...

- Mod D

[cubffections]

⊹ ۪ ꣑୧ . . 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 . .

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[ 🌱 ] 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 . .

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* ᧔o᧓ 𖥔 numba three. anything i may write will alwys have the character & reader written as an adult ! also if anything on m'blog bothers you go ahead and block me ! i also ask you to not spam like !

* ᧔o᧓ 𖥔 numba four. my writing dos & don'ts !

𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 : drabbles, fluff, angst (with/without happy ending), smut, switch! fem reader.

𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 : vore, blood / scat / cannibalism / piss kinks, non-con, grooming, cheating, vomit, shota / loli.

[ 🍀 ] 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜 . . .

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ？ 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓈 . . : xixi ramblin !

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𑄼ల۫  ﹒𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 . . : all my wrks !

◌ ⃘ ₊ 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒 ‪.ᐟ‪ : reblogs !

ਏਓ    ⠀ֺ⠀𝓈𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓈  ꙳ : my precious mooties !!

⭒ ּ ۪ 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 : asks frm m' mailbox !

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⁀✧ ۫ ˖ 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 ˖˙ : manhwas / mangas i read !

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ི 𝑒𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓇 𝓁'𝒶𝓂𝑒. 𑁥౿ : personal writings !

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[dolamrothianlady]

Bouquets (part five)

Leonard McCoy x Reader 210 words

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It's your turn.

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Pink Camellia (longing for you)

Was it corny? Absolutely. But then so too was this whole situation, and you loved it.

Your route home changed so that you could acquire a couple stems of pink camellias from the town gardens, and upon returning home you stuck them in your mailbox. You’d have to close your curtains tonight to give him a measure of privacy, and on the off chance he came to your door tonight you’d wear your nicer pyjamas in place of the worn-nearly-to-death ones that no-one was ever to see.

You’d also have to hope that he knew the flowers and still had a way of knowing what they meant, but knowing Jim he’d have already made his call and told your mystery guy everything, and probably would have pushed for him to talk to you tonight. If Jim had his way, which he pretty much always did when it came to everyone he knew, there was a chance you'd be getting a knock on your door tonight. On the other hand, these gifts had been so well thought out that you truly believed that, whoever he was, he would think his response through properly before making another move.

And he did, but it didn't take as long as you thought it would.