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Simón "Ghost" Riley who knows how to cook.

Not because he grew up with loving parents who thought him how to cook, or because he grew up around tons of wonderful foods.

But because of the exact opposite.

Simon grew up used to the empty pit in his stomach. He grew up used to strange combinations of condiments and literally anything that wasn't stale as a meal.

He grew up used to the fridge being used as a basically a cabinate because the electricity bill was rarely paid to keep the food inside(if there was any) cold.

But during those rare times when the electricity bill was paid and he was safe to be in the same room as the TV, he watched the cooking programs.

He’d drool over the crispy sizzling chicken, and the idea of cold ice cream with hot apple pie.

He watched the cooking program religiously, usually to watch while he ate whatever sad excuse for a meal he was able to scrounge together.

He'd close his eyes and imagine the ketchup and saltene-cracker combo was actually a delicious grilled hamburger. Or the white bread and sugar was actually cinnamon rolls.

It was a very sad way to live but it kept him alive, now as an adult he definitely has some food insecurity. His apartment may be bare but his kitchen is overly well stocked.

He has meats,cheeses, breads, salads, fruits and vegetables (something he only really had with the free school lunch as a kid), and of course…sweets.

When he first started actually grocery shopping with his BAS (Basic Allowance for Subsistence) he nearly cried looking at all the food in one place.

He was able to buy it and cook it and eat it. Not just look at it through a shitty television screen.

Even through he grew up with that pit in his stomach, adult Simon finds a way to fill it everyday.

Whether that's Italian with handmade bow pasta, or Korean barbecue with sauce made from scratch, or hell somtimes he’ll make dessert for dinner just so he has enough room to have as many servings as he wants.

When Simon found out he could not only watch his cooking shows on his tv but also on social media?? That's was the only thing that convinced him to upgrade from his crappy flip phone to a smart phone, now he listens to his cooking channels anytime he's stressed, or has any downtime.

Perhaps a child failed by their parents has their own failure ordained.

i got inspired by antique furniture -> decided to try and make a wooden doll.

friend whos always available: i can do whenever

friend whos constantly busy: im sorry i have work and then school and then the labyrinth and then more work :( i can do tuesday at 3:00 am for five minutes tho

friend with the randomly generated sleep schedule: (no response)

friend who went missing in the woods behind their house 12 years ago and hasn't been heard from since: (no response)

Even in the house it was LOUD.  Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval.  You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off.  It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks.  People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit.  It did.  Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that.  People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.

Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.

Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.

And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?

I am not uptight about privacy because I'm hiding something. I'm uptight about it because the people who dismiss my right to privacy are dangerous to you and me and our families, personally, all the time.

then she started funnelling all her wizard book money into destroying the rights of my people and I resolved not to give her any more of my money