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stay hydrate.

Fruit will last 3 weeks longer….

Why You Should Keep Fruit In Mason Jars Instead Of The Containers They Come In…….

When you get your fruit home from the grocery store, the first thing you should do is remove it from the plastic containers they’ve come in and recycle them. Next, clean out your sink and fill it with water (you could also use a large bowl). Then, toss in a few tablespoons of distilled vinegar. You’ll then want to submerge your fruit in the water and let it soak for about 10 to 15 minutes. The purpose of this is to get rid of any mold or bacteria on the fruit which is what causes them to go rotten more quickly.

Once the fruit has had a nice soak, remove it from the vinegar water, transfer to a strainer, and rinse with cool water. Leave the fruit out to dry on a tea towel or paper towel. Once dry, transfer the fruit to mason jars and seal up those lids. This is the best way to make your fruit last, particularly berries, which tend to be very prone to mold and bacteria buildup.

And that’s it! Incorporating these few extra steps into preparing and storing fruit can help you eliminate food waste, save money, and keep your fridge stocked with fresh produce for much longer.

helpful advice for people who don’t eat the entire kilo of raspberries on the ten minute walk back from the supermarket, yay!

I saw this post a couple months ago and tried it, and it is amazing how much longer I can keep berries now. Plus they look so pretty in the fridge!

100 Themes Challenge - 7/100: Sick

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A cough greeted Wonder as he shoved open the library doors, and he paused, puzzled. Nobody was typically in here - Advi did everything she could to keep her space private short of outright telling people they couldn’t come into the library. And sometimes, she did that, too.

“Hello?” He called, closing the door behind him.

Then he saw, at the tables running down the middle of the giant, domed library rooms, the Advisor herself. 

“Master Advi?” He  chirped, trotting over to her. 

She looked at him, and he stopped in his tracks at her sullen glower. Sickly pale skin, sweat beading her forehead, dark bags under her eyes, and an unhealthy flush across cheeks and nose. 

“Oh,” He said, the realization snapping into place. “You’re the sick person.”

“It would appear that way.” She mumbled. “And you’re late.”

“I’m sorry. I was picking up breakfast buns.” Wonder said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out the cloth and set it on the table, where it fell open and revealed buns stuffed with meat and sweet-jam. 

“Not hungry.” She waved it away. He obediently put it back, keeping back only one bun to munch on. “Your first assignment is finding all books starting with the letter J, ignoring words ‘the’, ‘as’, and-” 

The Advisor stopped mid sentence and coughed, pressing her mouth into one of her sleeves. Her shoulders shuddered, like someone was grabbing her and trying to shake her to death. Wonder had to clasp his hands behind his back to keep from reaching out to try to comfort her. Finally, she stopped, settling into deep, wheezing breaths. 

“Should I fetch you a doctor, Master?” Wonder suggested.

She gave him a cutting look, and he winced. 

“Absolutely not. I will not have my work stopped because of some idiot herbalist. Now, as I was saying-” The Advisor began to rise, reaching for a stack of papers she was using to index the library. 

Wonder lunged, grabbing them and shoving them over to her before she could finish standing up. She flopped back down and raised an eyebrow. 

“I can get my own papers.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Wonder said, trying to look meek. 

“I’ve been sicker and still worked through it before.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He agreed.

“…Fine. Today, you’ll assist me. But only for today. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Wonder said, grinning. “How can I help?”

“Make me some tea, then we’ll start writing down the books we located yesterday.”

Wonder hopped to it, glad to be able to help the way she’d helped him last week. (Somehow, it didn’t cross his mind until that evening that he’d probably been the one to make her sick. But he didn’t bring it up, knowing she wouldn’t stand for an accusation like that against her apprentice, regardless of who made it.)

100 Themes Challenge - 9/100: Ghosts

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Rotwraith is a haunted man. Ghosts and ghouls come to him in the dead of night, make him wake up gasping from dreams he’ll never be able to verbalize. Sometimes they come when he’s awake. Those are worse. (Audible Hallucinations, Heelih says, that thoughtful and well educated frown of concern on her features. As if having a fancy name makes it any less jarring to hear buried voices screaming.)

If he’s sleeping on the Captain’s floor, he’ll reach up and dig his sharp nails into the Captain just to hear him grunt and know there’s someone else alive. If Heelih has him on a table, he’ll sit up, and she’ll wake in an instant and get him whatever he needs to sleep. If Sro is around, well, he’ll blink owlishly when he sees that Rotwraith is awake. That’s enough. 

Lately there’s been Carrow, too. Carrow isn’t a comfort so much as he’s just…There. 

But at least he’s alive. At least he’s not buried, and come back to rip through Rotwraith’s head and steal sleep the way that Rotwraith has stolen lives. 

One night, they are standing on the perimeter, watching a caravan to make sure no one attacks it while it crosses. 

The noises in Rotwraith’s ears grow from buzzing to ringing to growling to screaming. He grits his teeth, knowing that if it’s real, the boy will react to it, too. Unless, of course, the boy is already dead, or-

Rotwraith’s foot moves of it’s own accord, bumping up against the boy. Carrow gasps.

“Quiet.” Carrow hisses. “Captain said to not be noticed.”

“Ah, you are quite right, boy.” Rotwraith rasps, a smile curling his lips.

(Over the years, he kicks Carrow a lot. It’s only when Carrow silently kicks back in confirmation that all is quiet that Rotwraith starts and realizes he could very well begin relying on the boy if he’s not careful, horror of horrors.)

100 Themes Challenge - 8/100: Relaxation:

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Relaxation isn’t a luxury that the Advisor normally gets. Most evenings are spent in a flurry of paperwork, meetings, and  planning. There’s never nothing to do.

 But tonight is the Eve of the New Year in her old country.

So she follows her own tradition tonight, taking a few notebooks up and climbing up to the observation dome in the library. She sits under the window, where she can rest her cheek on the window sill and stare up at the stars in the sky. 

It makes her feel so lonely, but it also connects her to her own past, to every woman and girl she’s been across the span of decades. And she falls asleep easily, for one night unburdened and at peace.

100 Themes Challenge - 11/100: Fight

Guest starring Adira Lee from @thesmallbutknowingclown !

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Adira’s entire body aches. Muscles cramp from overuse, hands and legs tremble from exhaustion, and blood oozes from wounds. Her sword is heavy in her hands - the tip constantly threatens to dip down to touch the ground.

But still she lifts it up, gasping as agony screams through her.

The fight isn’t over yet.

With a scream of primal, feral rage, she lunges at the monster again, but the thing bats her away like she’s of no more consequence than a fly. She tips to the side and only catches herself on her own knees. Kneeling in the mud, she only manages to defend herself through pure muscle memory.

The thing swings, she lifts her sword. Deflects. Rolls to the side. Lunges up and through and drives her sword in, in, IN.

She and it are both screaming, monstrous rage and pain and fight flowing through them, the only things they have in common, the only things they will ever have in common.

And then it slumphs over. Dead.

Adira rips her sword out and falls backwards into the mud. Rain drums down on her skin, catches in her red hair, mingles with the blood on her clothes. She gasps for air. It’s slow in coming. But eventually, she stops gasping, and merely breathes.

She closes her eyes, taking a few more moments to drink in her victory.

The fight is over.

the best part about slow-build romance is the subtlety. give me not looking at each other while the backs of their hands are touching. give me unexplained heavy glances across the room. give me looking at the other’s lips and then looking away. give me the brush of fingers on an arm while walking by. 

@kanerallels what you do best.

insatiable desire for time loop media rn

Julius: What mouse walks on two legs?

Troy: Mickey.

Julius: Okay, what duck walks on two legs?

Troy: Donald.

Julius: No, all of them.

Troy: :0

Troy, later: Hey, Hannibal, what mouse walks on two legs?

Hannibal: What?

Troy: Mickey. What duck walks on two legs?

Hannibal: Uh, Donald.

Troy: No, all of them.

Hannibal: *Spins around and smacks Julius’s arm*

100 Themes Challenge - 10/100: Steady

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Advi exhales slowly as she plants her feet and slowly extends her arms in front of herself.

She begins to stretch, bringing them up, then lowering them until she’s in a sort of T position. Then one arm across the chest, and then vice versa. All the way down until her palms press against the soft Earth, and then slowly back up to the sky again.

She breathes steadily, slowly, like a horse that’s fallen asleep.

Var watches, enraptured. It feels stupid, and silly, and ridiculous to try to mimic her movements. He’s athletic and spry, but steady? Hardly. Speed is his mode of operation.

Slowly, Advi lifts one foot. She holds herself completely still, one foot out behind her and arms to the side, breathing as steady as if she were just standing there.

“Hey.” Var says.

“Hello.”

She’s not even startled. Did she hear him walking up while? Probably.

“You should work on your stretches, Var.”

“I can do anything you can do, Advi.” He says. “I just don’t get how you can do the same things every single day.”

“Routine leads to permanency.” She recites. She lowers one foot, and then sticks the other out instead, with the same deliberate pacing. “You could do it if you wanted to.”

“And whyever would I want to, darling?”

Finally, Advi opens her eyes and looks at him.

“So you can stay in the same classes with me.” She says.

Var blinks.

“That’s a compelling reason.” He says, forcing a bright grin that he hopes looks attractively rogueish.

“I know.” She says, steadily.

“Well.” Advi hasn’t given him a lot to work with, there. Var clears his throat. “Why don’t you start us from the top, then?”

The student should do as the master, after all, so he does his best to copy her steadiness.

Chuck: Oh please, you wouldn’t hurt a fly!

Mako: You’re right. Because a fly is an innocent creature that never knowingly did anything to anybody. You, however, I would maim.