The porch smells sweeter than usual today. Big Momma’s been in the kitchen since morning. Making more pies than usual—because somehow, the table feels like it can hold more people.

Our door is finally open for new faces to join!

Everything is in place, all you have to do is check the taken seats then complete the form below:

Greetings! The smell of Big Momma’s pie led me here. I’m [MUSE & USERNAME]. I’d like to toss my chance and become part of the family. If there’s a room, please let me know how to move forward from here. Thank you.

You may send it to @DanveryBot.

The lights are on, the table is prepared, and the seats are waiting to be filled. All that’s missing now is you—to take your place in this home. So, what are you waiting for? Come home. ♥️
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Those now engaged in festivities can lay claim to this mounds of snow, which resulting from year’s-end blizzard, lie heaped in silence. ❄️

White shrouds woven by the sky’s last weeping, blanketing the earth in winter’s final breath. Shall we sing a melody of Jolly treasures, through breezing wind and crisping balls. This is the timeless holiday, when happiness flows with the droplets of frosty ice and wine whilst men and women get intoxicated in the blasting company of others. A noble occasion like today possesses the charm of a monthly festivity accompanied by stubborn snow on corners of the street and courtyard—here to moment where euphoria unfold itself into the blast of fall slowly shivers from heart to tongue. On behalf of @HomeOfSwift melody choir, we congratulate the mentioned neighborhoods on their felicitations, @Caldune, @soeurland, @HouseOfCassele, turn this moment into the best-colored canvas there is. May this celebration be adorned with smiles broad as morning. Let it not be forgotten: such days are the poetry of life, while you are its beloved verses.

Those now engaged in festivities can lay claim to this mounds of snow, which resulting from year’s-end blizzard, lie heaped in silence. ❄️

White shrouds woven by the sky’s last weeping, blanketing the earth in winter’s final breath. Shall we sing a melody of Jolly treasures, through breezing wind and crisping balls. This is the timeless holiday, when happiness flows with the droplets of frosty ice and wine whilst men and women get intoxicated in the blasting company of others. A noble occasion like today possesses the charm of a monthly festivity accompanied by stubborn snow on corners of the street and courtyard—here to moment where euphoria unfold itself into the blast of fall slowly shivers from heart to tongue. On behalf of @HomeOfSwift melody choir, we congratulate the mentioned neighborhoods on their felicitations, @GowanSuite, @Familieschumann, @Samniont, @HiddenBureau, @Courthlace @ReverieOfAmity, @Berthouven, @Landofhathaway, @GallantVanKovac, @ThePendleton, @CasaOfRuiz turn this moment into the best-colored canvas there is. May this celebration be adorned with smiles broad as morning. Let it not be forgotten: such days are the poetry of life, while you are its beloved verses.