#ration

[risa-buck]

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[thepastisalreadywritten]

World War II Breakfast Ration Box

The contents of a WWII breakfast ration box offer a glimpse into the resilience and resourcefulness of people living through one of the most challenging times in history.

Between 1939-1945, soldiers and civilians alike had to make do with carefully rationed provisions that were designed to provide essential nutrition while also being compact and easy to transport.

The breakfast ration box, typically issued to British soldiers, contained a variety of items that were intended to sustain them through the demanding days of wartime.

A typical breakfast box might include a portion of porridge oats, condensed milk, or sometimes powdered eggs — items that could be easily prepared with minimal resources.

The ration was designed not only to meet caloric needs but also to maintain the energy required for long hours on the front lines or in factory work.

Along with these staples, the box might also contain small amounts of sugar, tea, or coffee to give a sense of normalcy and comfort in an otherwise harsh environment.

Despite the hardships, these rations represented a form of survival and endurance, highlighting the ingenuity required to create functional meals in wartime.

In many ways, the humble breakfast box became a symbol of the unity and determination of a generation, bringing a moment of stability and nutrition to individuals who faced uncertainty every day.

The meals, while basic and often repetitive, were crucial in sustaining morale during a period where even the smallest comforts were hard to come by.

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[runesmithquin]

Please help me recover my hard drive!

hi hi hello so recently my hard drive of four years decided with no prompting to stop working completely. this is a fairly major problem as I had a number of important files on it, not least of which being all of my gamedev assets and project files that I've worked on for almost three years.

to get straight to the point, it's going to be around 400 dollars to recover my data. I'm already drowning in debt for everything else and that's not an amount I'm able to spend right now, or in the near future. I'd really appreciate anyone's help towards my goal, especially if you would like to see my lesbian cowgirl game get made!

here's some footage of me eating the floor to the first boss whose attacks needed longer windups.

to show you what this'll be going towards I'm attaching some records of what I had been working on.

I really want to be able to make this game, and it really won't be possible without your help. even just shares will mean the world to me. anyway, thanks for reading this far!

p@yp@l: itsjustquin

$0/$400

here's a close-up of the player ui that I'm really proud of.

here's some character portraits.

and here's a mid-progress barn that I spent way too long detailing!

[shirozen]

Sharing in equality

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

Hi! So I, uhh...really really like your snek Aven fic and admittedly, I have reread it so many times I've lost count at this point

Anyway, I have come to you with an offering of a fanart. I hope you like it ^^

Hi! :D Omg I love it so muuuuuch I want to gnaw at it, they're so cuuuute, also Ratio duck socks are absolutely amazing! And I'm so happy you like my fic so much akkqjfjsjghsgjqg

Me rn:

As thanks here is a snippet of the next chapter ❤️

“May I know who is responsible for this?”

All three cat cakes froze at the reprimand, shared furtive glances between themselves, then simultaneously turned around to stare at Aventurine. Even their tiny paws pointed at their designated culprit. They loudly meowed in concert, as if shouting ‘him!’.

“Hey, don’t try to drag me into this!” The gambler protested. “And don’t play with that, you’ll hurt yourselves.”

He leaned down and took the reluctant critters into his arms, ignoring their outraged cries as they uselessly wiggled to escape his grip. They kept stretching their small legs toward the fragmented bust, upset to be denied access to their newly acquired treasure. Aventurine huffed at their antics, although he barely could resist their pleading faces.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Ration

@jegulus-microfic June 8, Word count 414

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Regulus woke up sprawled over James. He was disoriented for a moment, expecting the hotel room and not his own. James was so warm that he had to fight the pull of sleep. He trailed his fingers up the side of James’s chest. James twitched, nearly dislodging Regulus. 

“Tickles,” He grumbled sleepily as he wrapped his arms tightly around Regulus and pulled him in close. “Mmmm, you smell good,” James hummed happily as he nuzzled his nose into Regulus’s neck, making him squirm. 

“Get off me, you big lug!” Regulus squealed as James got him back for tickling him. “Oh my god!” Regulus panted as he wiggled his way out of James’s arms and fell off the bed with a soft thump. “Ouch!” He complained as he rubbed his rump. 

“Aww poor Reggie, want me to kiss it better?” James teased. Regulus glared up at him from the floor. 

“You’re spending too much time with my brother. You’re starting to sound like him.” Regulus got to his feet and yanked his wardrobe open. He pulled out clean clothes and stomped into the bathroom across the landing. 

He hopped in the shower and washed the grime away. When he emerged, James was riffling through his suitcase. 

“How long am I staying, love?” He asked without looking up from his case. 

“As long as you want,” Regulus shrugged. He liked having James around. He’d gotten so used to him being around. “Why?” He had to ask, as he’d just assumed James would stay until he wanted to go home. 

“Because I need to wash my clothes or else I’m going to have to ration my underwear.” 

“James, we have a washing machine. You can wash your clothes.” He shook his head in disbelief. 

“Wakey, wakey, you two!” Sirius banged loudly on the bedroom door. “Breakfast in ten!” 

“Get your clothes together, and we’ll bung them in the wash,” He held out his wash basket for James to fill. James dumped most of his suitcase into it. 

“Thanks, love,” James grinned, smacking a huge wet kiss onto Regulus’s cheek. 

“Eww, James!” He dropped the basket and leapt at James, wiping his slobbery face on James’s clean shirt. James kissed him again, with a bit less drool. 

“Come on, love. Let’s get some food.” James picked up the wash basket and headed towards the stairs. Regulus closed his eyes and sent up a silent prayer to whatever might be listening that this perfect man wouldn’t drive him insane.

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[thelampholderofchoas]

Spag bowl ration xtra cheese 🧀