#✶ follow the recipe (psa)

[girls-and-honey]

Botulism rly is crazy. One of nature’s funniest ways of saying “fuck you, please die”

for real!! I'm not exaggerating I used to be so so so afraid of botulism (now I'm only so afraid). the silent odorless colorless tasteless etc assassin that could be lurking in your pantry, fun!

also horrifying that it's pretty easy to produce and takes such a small amount to be lethal?? something around .1 micrograms if I remember correctly for inhaled botulism. something something one of nature's greatest pranks...

also in case I've worried anyone sorry lol but it's very rare and is mostly (at least at the household foodborne level) a result of improper home canning techniques so if you do can your own food please please use tested recipes and follow them exactly (that's recipe AND process!)

[aubainmary]

basics

NAME:  Mary (not my real name)

PRONOUNS:  she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord, IMs, Whatsapp

SINGLE / TAKEN: taken

— three facts

𝙞.  Archery’s my main sport. I’ve been practising with bow&arrows for around 4 years now.

𝙞𝙞. I love crafting. I do a lot of crocheting, knitting, sewing and the like. Love it.

𝙞𝙞𝙞. I’m a teacher, which is why I’m not too keen on sharing too much personal information in public on the webs.

— experience

I started roleplaying with my friends via MSN about 15 years ago. I got into roleplaying on Tumblr around 12 years ago and have been doing it with some breaks ever since. I’ve recently started roleplaying on Discord as well. 

— sub-genres

FLUFF: Give it to me. Sweet, tooth-aching and tooth-rotting fluff. It’s one of my favourite genres to write because it makes me happy. Romantic fluff, friendship fluff, found family fluff.... Love it.

SMUT:  I have recently started to write smut and I enjoy the challenge of it. I often feel like I’m not good at it, partially because I’m a demi ace, but it’s fun to explore it with different types of muses. Mary’s easier to write smut for, but Patrick for example (from my other blog dayatarik) is a true challenge. So yeah, it’s been an adventure.

ANGST: Angst... It’s important to me to write it because it gives characters a lot of development, but it also gives me personally quite some anxiety. Hence why it’s not my favourite and I only enjoy writing it every once in a while with roleplay partners I trust (so I can let them know if it’s too much for me). Angst is OK for me, but I don’t like writing conflict angst. 

— plots versus memes

Throw me all the memes and random starters, I love it. Plotting’s cool too, though I’m not the best at it. I often struggle with coming up with ideas, but I’m definitely open to it.

— long or short replies

Both. Both are good. It depends on my mood.

— best time to write

Eh. I don’t have specific times that I write. Can be in between work, can be late in the evening or early in the morning. i just need to either feel or create some motivation.

Tagged by: @sugaraddictedarchangel

Tagging: @dvarapala @smolcuriouskitten @ you! <3

[starberry-cupcake]

To add to the pile of questionable tumblr behavior as of late, and as a psa at large:

I searched a mental health related tag last week and I got immediately a message from a bot called Koko. It intended to put me through to "people who are interested in mental health topics". In this tumblr message format, they didn't immediately facilitate hotlines, specific mental health care services or professional help, just "people".

I didn't respond to it. It's a bot. I didn't block it because I was interested to see where it would lead, but I didn't talk back. In the following days, it kept sending me messages, trying to get me to use their service.

Among the messages, they told me how it works, not that I had asked:

So, it sounds like a recipe for disaster in the making to me. My personal mental health information being passed through random tumblr users and getting a reply from someone who, not only isn't a professional or part of any sort of mental health care group I could get informed about, but they also will provide unsupervised answers to topics of great importance to someone who was looking into related tags.

But, tumblr user thewindandthewolves seems to endorse it, so let's check them out and see what they have to say.

Well. I'm posting the responses in chronological order, but I guess the raving review from a tumblr user was actually a kid who didn't give them consent to use their words as endorsement. Great look.

Today, I got a new message. Again, unprompted.

Second review person has apparently deleted their blog, so no background information on that one. If that's you, let us know.

I decided to look at their blog and read people's comments on their posts. The tumblr userbase came through with the receipts and linked this very detailed article about not only the bot and its founder but the sketchy study it uses as a foundation:

Here's an important quote from this article regarding the study in which Koko is founded as a clear notion of what consent means to them:

Morris [Koko's founder] declined to say whether he thought the subjects had meaningfully consented to the study. He told Motherboard that his goal was to establish a new best practice, where he would be able to transparently show his results to social media platforms. However, when asked if he felt that the experiment was transparent to the participants involved, he said he’d needed more time to think about it. 

It's not a tough one to respond to, Morris.

I suggest you to please read the whole article but the way in which these people perform verbal gymnastics to try to justify the lack of consent from people involved is alarming.

About Tumblr's involvement, the article didn't get comments from them on it:

Stony Brook's IRB [Institutional Review Board] and multiple people tasked with overseeing the IRB did not respond to multiple emails from Motherboard about the study or the process. Facebook, Discord, and Tumblr responded to Motherboard’s initial emails but did not provide comment. Telegram did not respond to Motherboard’s request for comment. 

The article also read the fine print of the Terms of Service, the only thing they provide as any type of consent to users, and the previous situation of using tumblr user posts without them knowing is illuminated further:

The current dynamic between Koko and its users more closely parallels the relationship between most tech companies and their users than that between a mental health provider and patient. Its Terms of Service, for instance, state that, “You grant Koko a fully paid, royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable, worldwide, royalty-free, non-exclusive, transferable and fully sublicensable right (including any moral rights) and license to use, license, distribute, reproduce, modify, adapt, prepare derivative works of, publicly perform, publicly display, and otherwise fully exploit Your Content.” 

As an editor, that sounds more like a US release agreement form for intellectual property, which should not be used as any form of mediation for personal data. It also alarms me to no end that the "Content" in question, in the example we have was, according to OP, a post they had made on their own blog about Kokobot and not a response or quote provided to Kokobot itself which, in tow, signifies that the data collected could come from anywhere and not only what you actively provide them. But what do I know.

I did more digging by myself and found even more articles denouncing the behavior of this bot and company, this being another interesting one:

This one included the following thing about the peer-counseling aspect of it and the use of AI to craft the supposed "people" responses:

During the AI experiment—which applied to about 30,000 messages, according to Morris—volunteers providing assistance to others had the option to use a response automatically generated by OpenAI's GPT-3 large language model instead of writing one themselves (GPT-3 is the technology behind the recently popular ChatGPT chatbot).

Apparently, Koko has been around for a while, with articles discussing it as far as, at least, 2017. Still, I had never before received unprompted, unwanted, invasive messages from it on tumblr until now.

If you post or search tags related to mental health, it's very likely that you'll get this bot in your messages or you already have. There are many layers of breach of ethics in this situation, in my opinion, each one worse than the last one.

Before using it or sharing any information at all (with any bot ever), I'd advice you to look into it beforehand. I know we are the "trust no bots" website and the fake ladybots have taught us well on how to spot them and protect ourselves, but this one in particular seems very dangerous to me.

I can't talk about whether or not this has helped anybody, I'm not coming anywhere near it, but the sole concept of this sounds like a bad idea. The advice provided doesn't seem to come from selected professionals the platform is endorsing legally but by random people (and/or AI) who are not only not trained for it, they aren't being compensated for work made for a program, which is probably making good money out of all the social media platforms it's working with. It also allows them to not be responsible for the advice given, to some extent.

Even if people with mental health concerns can discuss things between them in very productive and helpful ways, there isn't genuinely transparent communication if it's anonymously mediated by a company and there isn't a proper professional care that can accompany them from someone who is trained to facilitate it. You can talk to a friend without having to provide data to a company that could identify you since, according to the first article:

There is, further, no easy way to wall the collection of such data off from actual subjects, as anonymized datasets can often still be traced back to specific individuals. (A 2019 study found that 99.98 percent of Americans could be correctly re-identified in any dataset using 15 demographic attributes.) This is why privacy experts have been vocal about the exploitation of data privacy and the unreliability of an anonymous dataset. 

I'm not here to tell anyone what to do or not to do but I'm here to share this because I know that I would appreciate the information if someone else had come across it instead. Make decisions with all the information you can get.

Throwing a wild idea for the hellsite but maybe staff and ceo should be a little less occupied in persecuting trans folk and more into reading the fine print of the unethical companies they're signing with, who are exploiting their userbase's mental health, especially that of literal children whose quotes are being used to endorse their business without any legal consent, aside from a terribly worded TOS. But what do I know.

[mamayan]

Tw: Food/Sensitivity Discussion

Can’t wait for Holiday dinners when everyone starts talking about dieting/weight while I’m trying to eat—

I’ve got a good following count, so lemme hop on my soap box real quick for a little psa.

Some advice from a dietetic student specializing in ED recoveries:

You’re 100% guaranteed to like your meal/snack/dessert much more when someone isn’t commenting on it and making you feel guilty for eating it… even if it’s second hand comments not meant for you. (i.e. “I’m so jealous you’re eating that, I wish I could, but I’m bla bla bla bla”). Just put your hand up and stop them from talking, let them know you don’t appreciate their thoughtless comments, and leave. You’re allowed to walk away. You’re allowed to say something. You are entitled to eat your meal in a safe and comfortable environment.

If you or someone else is on their own personal journey that deviates from intuitive eating, please do not let them or yourself force it on others. It’s great to be proud, set goals, and have achievements, but remember that EDs are the most sneaky and harmful, and your/their journey could be someone else’s nightmare. This isn’t just telling people to not try and sell it (i.e. “Look how much I’ve lost on Keto/Exercise Program/etc.!”) I also mean it can be damaging to be presented a “gluten free/dairy free/carb free/keto friendly/ridiculously high protein meal” and have it used like a weapon. Grandma or whoever isn’t the enemy on Iron Chef, unless they/you/or someone in the family has specific intolerances/allergies/dietary restrictions (religious or by preference), there is no need to shove that dish in anyone’s face as if it’s better than a regularly used recipe. It isn’t better, it’s just different, if someone decides to make a dish like that and bring it, it should be treated like a normal dish and save everyone from hearing about it’s “health/detox/nutrient” benefits. If you see someone doing this, go ahead and call them out on their insensitive behavior.

Commenting on someone’s weight is not a compliment, whether they/you think it is or not. We’ve come so far, we can totally compliment someone on something other than than that right? If not, getting to know someone better or having them get to know you better is a great step in finding where to compliment away from someone’s weight. “You’re so beautiful! I love your boots/nail color/makeup/etc.” is so much better than “You’re so beautiful! Your waist looks thinner/butt bigger/etc.”

I am not a board certified dietician and therefore can not mention more on this topic (until I am~), but remember your time with family and friends should be spent enjoyably, and while we joke about the arguments and drama that comes with a big gathering like that, it’s good to remember that enjoyment from food is not evil and you should never be shamed or have to endure nonsense while spending time with loved ones. Those topics, if so important, can have their own separate time given to them, not while you’re trying to decide what to eat/plate up/eating.

[rvnfb]

PSA For new followers:

Thanks for enjoying the blog so far and happy new stardew update (that has caused a small surge in attention hehe). Sometimes I randomly stop updating for a few weeks (probably about 3 in this case?) because sometimes i need to acquire tools or ingredients at my nearest convenience, or go on holiday and don't have a backlog of finished recipes. This is a casual hobby that fits around my full time job and other hobbies, but im very much still into it and it will continue updating sporadically... soon-ish.

Cheers :)

[dont-moth-with-me]

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[dairy-godmother]

Grace Needles and Miss Viscous

(A World of Mr. Plant Fanfic by Darius)

These two are Miss Viscous(27), a member of the void welcome committee, and Grace needles(12), a local kid well known for appearing alone in the void with nothing but a really good pie crust recipe. For the past 4 years, Grace has been the sole winner of Void Superstar Jr.

“Today's news : winner of void Superstar Jr.™ has been released With unsurprising results! void Sweetheart Grace Needles has once again run a successful campaign! Grace, tell us dear, how is it that you're able to run unopposed cach year?”

Grace stared at the microphone, speechless as usual.

"It's simple, really!" Miss Viscous, her manager and caretaker said as she butted into the conversation, "she’s as cute as a button! Now, I'm quite Sorry, but we won't be taking any more questions today! Little Grace is all worn out!”

Grace's white pupils followed the paparazzi as she and Viscous left the lobby of the building. Another successful campaign. This marks the fourth year in Grace's streak. Usually, that meant she would be able to meet the winner of the adult section face to face. That wasn't the case this year because they apparently voted for a murderer.

Miss Viscous had no interest in this “Mister Plant” character. Grace, however, had always studied each of the adults she’d won with. She wanted to know how they won and what they aspired to be. That prospect didn’t end with murderers.

Looking for Mr. Plant’s record was difficult enough. The real issue was finding out where he lived. Eventually, Grace was able to find him on a strange blog run by the head of the welcoming committee. Some person obsessed with Mr. Plant. Obviously his address wasn’t on there, but there was a photo of them just outside his house

It wasn’t very hard to find it past there. After a bit more studying, she figured out that Mr. Plant’s boyfriend, Argos, the person who ran the blog, was the person who signed him up for Void superstar. Things started to click in Grace’s button. Being a part of the void welcome committee, Argos obviously had tons of friends and acquaintances in the void who didn’t actually care about the Void Superstar. To be honest, that was probably how Grace won the first couple years.

Once Grace knew all she wanted to know, she decided to take a visit to Mr. Plant’s void. It wasn’t very hidden. It’s not like anyone actually cared about his “crimes.”

She sent him a letter, obviously not expecting a response. It didn’t matter whether she got a response or not anyways. She didn’t need fake advice from someone trying to keep face like she usually got when meeting void superstars. No. She needed something real. Something that would make her “the talk of the whole void.” she knew that he had something special she could use to her advantage.

Argos and Mr. Plant were driving to void 12 to see the stars that day. Grace had packed a bag for her little trip. She wasn’t going to follow them or anything crazy like that. She was just going to… explore the house. And watch him from the window. Nothing crazy at all. Once they were completely gone, Grace made her way into the house and started taking notes.

A few days later, once she’d seen a missing child psa on Mr. Plant’s television for her, Grace decided to go home. She’d worried Miss Viscous enough. It was a very educational trip and nobody seemed to know she was there. It was perfect.

When she got home, Miss Viscous was frantic and angry about Grace’s disappearance, berating her for what she’d done.

“You missed four days of work! You have exercise to catch up on, new dance to practice, you probably haven’t been on your diet, and your clothes are probably all wrinkled in that bag! Even worse, apparently there’s a new kid running for Void Superstar Jr. next year and missy, it is not looking very good for you!” She ranted.

Grace hated to see Miss Viscous upset. She’d done so much for the void and should be congratulated. Grace asked Miss Viscous who the new competitor was.

“The new competitor? Just take the newspaper. He’s all over it. Now go to your room and get ready for exercise!”

When Grace went upstairs, she found that Miss Viscous had made a mess of her room. Luckily, there was a new newspaper on her desk. Grace had all the information she needed.

Grace and Miss Viscous made their way to the gym. When they got there, Miss Viscous pointed out the competition. Some gross teenage human. Really?

Either way, Grace greeted him as politely as she could.

“Ew, I don’t want to talk to one of you. Weird void person.”

Grace no longer felt any remorse for what she was about to do.

That night, Miss Viscous was watching tv. She saw on the news that that boy had died at the gym while attempting to bench press too much for him to carry. There was blood all over the scene. Why were they so willing to put such gruesome images on the television ? She turned it off and went upstairs to open the door of Grace’s freshly cleaned room. Her perfect little button was in her pajamas, studying at her desk. Miss Viscous knocked the door a little bit before peeking in.

“Hey sweetie, I was just watching the TV… that competitor from earlier.. he’s had an accident at the gy-“

Grace dropped her pen on the table and turned to look at Miss Viscous. There was… blood. Spattered on her button head. Miss Viscous felt like she’d been shot in the gut.

“G-goodnight. Sweetheart. I love you.”

Grace made a heart with her hands. Miss Viscous shut the door.

The next year, Grace ran unopposed and she owed it all to one man. Mr. Plant.

[theiravshade]

Waffle PSA

Coming from someone who has painstaking followed/created various Belgian and other style waffle recipes, this is the tastiest U.S. mix I've tried. Don't use the pancake version for waffles and don't overmix.

[tryalittlejoytomorrow]

I know it's still in progress but - when it's too heavy to carry, remember this moment with me (they say love is a journey) for the fanfic director's cut

Ah, this fic. THIS FIC. this monster of a fic that was never meant to be that big and yet, it seems that every time I say "oh, I just have this idea, but it doesn't have to become a huge thing" IT DOES. fucking #oops

Let’s Start at the Very Beginning, a Very Good Place to Start.

A little bit of context:

I wrote my first cursebreaking fic right after the finale, which took me over a month and a half to write and post. Many braincells were lost in the war, and I swore to myself I was done with big, elaborated plots and cases.

(In that era, I also wrote out the entire plot of my massive future murder on a plane fic, so, you know - promises I make to myself, lmao girl)

I was also in a weird place emotionally then, as I was on sick leave, about to quit my job, and yet I also had all the time in the world to write. And, as it happens, to start plotting this next big thing, my "undercover as a married couple in the moth curse era"

And thus it began.

At first, I didn't imagine how much of the story would revolve about the actual plot and haunting. I was like - a wellness therapy center, that's my wheelhouse since I'm a therapist, Imma gonna put years of experience into this. Make Nancy and Ace The Ultimate Couple™ that everybody wonders why they're here since they're so perfect for each other and make it deliciously torturous since it's in the curse-era and Nancy can't tell Ace why she's been so distant.

But then, you know me...a wild plot appeared. So I started filling my spreadsheets, figuring everything out. The idea stayed a bit dormant for a week, until...

PSA: I get my best ideas in the shower and the subway.

Honestly, this visual launched the whole fic for me. I started writing the first chapter that day and posted it the following day.

Bringing a family heirloom from Ace was very personal to me. Being of Ashkenazi descent myself, it's always very important to me to stay true to that heritage, especially for a character like Ace. The show did a pretty good job of including Judaism, in subtle, cute ways, but never as the butt of a joke or just in passing like other shows do (see: my forever rage over Arrow never giving more than two minutes about Felicity's faith). I feel like, to non-Jewish people, some references are subtle enough that you wouldn't mind not getting them, but to me, they always feel extra important. My grandma's kugel recipe is a beautiful childhood memory, and that scene between Thom and Ace at the preccinct always warms my heart. Ace's grandfather being a Holocaust survivor, his grandparents speaking Yiddish, oy vey, all of these are very personal to me and to a lot of Jewish people and I love that the show gives such representation: Jews by choice, people identifying as half-Jewish like Tamura, Jews with a disability...

And so that's why I included a lot of that in this story. In most of my stories, really (especially the Hanukkah and Pessah fic, but everywhere, really). And Ace giving Nancy that ring was his way of saying - I'm giving you my all. I feel like that's a lot, especially coming from the man who believes himself unworthy and not enough for her. More than once in the show, his Judaism and his knowledge have saved the day; in this story, it's the love that comes with it that does.

Anyway! that was a lot! thanks for the ask @winterlovesong1 ! 💜

[luneevenfall]

Camp nano day 8

We're still going strong; 7k today!

This one was kind of hard for me to pick ngl, cause I totally forgot where I started. And half of it feels like a sweets baking PSA (me writing dialogue around a macaron and pudding recipe LMAO)

Fine I'll just include more of these scenes cause this is count THREE baby! (count three of "we could have kissed", the duology and now trilogy)

Feat. Ayumu embarrassing herself even further

Hina sat down on the bed, and Ayumu hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to her. She nervously placed her hand on top of Ayumu’s, and they sat in silence for a few moments before Hina finally spoke up. “So… this is it. Disappointed yet?” Hina asked with a shy grin on her face. Ayumu shook her head. “I don��t know what there is to be disappointed about. This is just how I imagined your room would look like.” Ayumu, realizing what she had just said, felt a bright blush coming onto her face. “I-I mean, not that I was imagining it, or anything, just, y’know… it seems to really fit your personality.” Oh god, oh no, she was digging the hole even deeper. Hina didn’t say anything, simply holding onto her hand a little tighter. She had to do something to break this awkward silence, but she was still in disbelief that she’d even said that. Really, lately she had been doing nothing but making mistakes by the dozen. “I suppose this means I owe you a tour of my room, too.” “Y-you’ll show me?” Hina turned to look at her with sparkling eyes. “Well, yeah.” Ayumu shrugged her shoulders. “I live alone, though, so it’s not nearly as spacious as this house.” “Honestly, that sounds nice…” Hina turned her gaze towards the door. “This place gets very big without mom and dad.” “I can imagine.” Ayumu looked at her with a smile. “You’re always welcome at my place. If you feel like it, of course.” “That’s very kind of you.” Hina looked back at her; her upturned eyes seemed to penetrate the very core of Ayumu’s heart. Could Hina tell what was on her mind right now? Did those eyes catch any of the turmoil within her? This kept happening. Right now, she could kiss Hina. There would be no one to see, or ever know that it had happened if she did. But if she were to make a mistake, and those eyes were not turned towards her, then would she be able to go back to how things were before? Such a thing would be unthinkable. Ayumu gently brushed a lock of stray hair behind Hina’s ear; if she was only anything more than a coward. Such thoughts had been on her mind for weeks at this point. Maybe, things would’ve turned out different. She got up from the bed; Hina’s hand left hers. It felt lonely. Wordlessly, Hina stood up, following behind her as the two went back downstairs; it would be for the best if they didn’t talk about it for the rest of the day.

As always you can check out the OCs that I am torturing in this text via the following links :)

[penhallowblackthorn]

21 Questions

rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

nickname: Gi

zodiac sign: Gemini

height: 5’1”/155cm

last movie I saw: Rampage

last thing I googled: A café I’m going to meet my friend at this morning

favorite musician: Kehlani

song stuck in my head: “Last Name” by Carrie Underwood

other blogs: I have another blog called theresnospeedlimit but I haven’t used it in months. You may find some of my other interests in there and also crushes lol

following: 78

followers: 195 :)

do I get asks: very very rarely :(

amount of sleep: sleeping is one of my favorite things in the world, the past 2 days I’ve had to wake up early so I only slept maybe 5-6 hours but when I can I get at least 8 hours but preferably 10 lol

lucky numbers: 2

dream job: pastry shop owner :)

what am I wearing: a Bali tank top, white jeans and blue Adilettes

dream trip: Greece is probably my top place but also New Zealand, Whitsundays and Lord Howe Island here in Australia, Japan, Peru, Canada, Croatia, Ireland, Scotland, Italy, France, so many places in the USA (I’ve been many times but there’s still so much to see) and some paradise islands around the world. I could go on and on.

favorite food: pasta (preferably green fettucine or penne) with white sauce (either béchamel or some cheese sauce).

instruments played: I used to be able to play keyboard but it got boring so I stopped playing years ago. I was trying to learn acoustic guitar by myself but that was a fail lol I do wanna try to learn it still though

languages: English and Portuguese fluently and I can understand some Spanish and a tiny bit of French

favorite songs: it changes all the time but pretty much anything by Carrie Underwood, Kehlani and Lady Antebellum

random fact: I’m a pastry chef :)

aesthetic: books, music, netflix, movies, shoes, clothes, planes and passport, beaches

Thanks @wessaxadrienette for tagging me! I won’t tag 21 people but if you’re reading this feel free to answer it yourself! It’s fun :)

[aubainmary]

do you prefer to plot a ship, or would you rather “wing it”?

SHIPPING QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN - SFW EDITION!

Either works for me! I do prefer to have some idea of where we're going so we're on the same line. That mostly goes for romantic relationships (especially big events like pregnancies, engagements, meeting the family etc): for friendships, I'm happy to see where threads take us. I do always make sure to check with a mun if shipping is OK and I try to communicate clearly about where I could see Mary and their muse going to see if they agree.

[aiweirdness]

Being vaccinated does NOT mean...

So a hobby of mine is introducing GPT-3 to online meme games that didn’t exist when its internet training data was being collected (the training data is currently only up till October 2019). It’s worked out well - without knowledge of the coronavirus pandemic, GPT-3 was able to do a reasonable job generating quarantine houses.

With vaccination underway but caseloads still high in many places, a new cautionary meme has emerged, for example:

So I collected a few of my favorites as examples for GPT-3 to add to. I started with the largest model, DaVinci, which has the highest chance of being able to catch on to the format. I have for you a few of its PSAs:

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you can hang out with bears and wolves and elk and eagles in their weird southern California forest hell. If for some reason you do this type of thing, you definitely can't ride the raptors into battle or utilize their extremely keen eyesight. Not from that particular vaccine.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you have to rub vanilla crème all over your body and change your species, but it wouldn't be the worst idea, if you’re considering it.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean your child can ride on a bull made of solid gold to rodeo into a castle full of bad guys. Even if everyone else in St. Louis is doing it.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you can travel through time and multiple realities. Fortunately you're still the same good-hearted grade schooler you were before you walked out of that basement with two items in your hand. One was the ability to restore the Dragon Balls, and the other was the recipe for the world’s best green bean casserole.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you're okay with a man beleaguering you with song, also known as singing.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you can use an incredibly powerful magic necklace to turn yourself into a football player so you can smuggle some footballs into football practice so football players can play football.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you can kidnap the Emperor of China, tear up some of your China-based robotics studies, mix in some magic, and fly around on robotic falcons shooting grappling hook crossbows that reel in the scarf of a big greased wizard. This is a bad idea.

DaVinci’s references work on the surface level only, but upon closer inspection they’re more like references to stories in alternate universes.

I also tried this with the smallest GPT-3 model, Ada, whose idea of a pickup line was “2017 Rugboat 2-tone Neck Tie Shirt”. It has the following cautionary advice:

Being vaccinated does NOT mean it's okay to have an internal-annihilation laser that covers the entirety of your body in neon green, purple, mauve, red, blue, and yellow.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you race to finish a 12-hour event sporting teeth shaped like Swarovski crystals that need to be thrown into an empty room to stop Project Big Shot from bursting forward.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you can get chicken soup. Well, okay, we can. But only when we can. Especially fed by an armadillo.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you can burn down the Monastery of the Blessed Virgin, as depicted in a Blade Runner movie, by updating Popeye's classic "Panini mouse" outfit and holding a copy of Classic Collectible Painting #1. Enjoy your free lunch.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you get to travel and lock eyes with the starburnt surface of dead rock while standing at the rim of a deep canyon.

Being vaccinated does NOT guarantee the mercy you seek all the time.

Being vaccinated does NOT mean you can guess at exactly when the sky will fall.

Being vaccinated does NOT MEAN you get a face full of sparkly eyeshadow while dancing in the sunset while the stars look up at you with the same sense of existential importance as the stars seem to look up at a dark sweat band adorned with a moustache that's a half-hide complete with a face of butterscotch that has pupils of billions of fat pink dots.

Ada tended to stray from the original meme format, and one of its variations was interesting:

“Because it's a virtual reality, you CAN be vaccinated and then moved into a dimension with a ludicrously overwhelming amount of magical dovery, I'm afraid to say.”

I decided to give “Because it's a virtual reality, you CAN be vaccinated and then” to DaVinci to complete, and you’ll be delighted to know about all the things that are possible now that it’s a virtual reality:

Because it's a virtual reality, you CAN be vaccinated and then have billions of very loud hats screaming in the air. But that doesn't mean that you should.

Because it's a virtual reality, you CAN be vaccinated and then immediately resume sexy and spend the whole weekend hanging out with your friend, all while a lime sensation (viciously supplied with an incredible surprise) will marinade your brain in pink alcohol/sparking drinks!

I collected a few more of my favorites as bonus material. Become an AI Weirdness supporter to read them! Or become a free subscriber to get new AI Weirdness posts in your inbox.

[onionchoppingninja]

Train Bento from Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba the Movie: Mugen Train

OMG A NEW RECIPE FROM ME

Hi Everyone! I’m back for a little while after spending about 1 and a half of the past 4 years throwing up everyday, thanks to everyone who’s still here for sticking with me. ｍ(｡≧Д≦｡)ｍ

Am trying to move all the old recipes into a proper website but somehow I’m unreasonably bad at tech stuff. I open my Instagram more than Tumblr nowadays, (because of my real job). Don’t worry, I’ll still be here!

It’s been about 6 years since I started this blog, and I’ve found myself changing over the years, at least in anime tastes. Somehow I don’t find myself seriously obsessing over shonen series anymore, ever since Shokugeki and Gintama ended, probably because I’ve moved to a different phase of life and now find stuff like Gokushuufudo more relaxing. That said, I still recognize that Kimetsu no Yaiba is a masterpiece, and PSA: the movie is available FOR FREE on viu right now (in selected countries). You don’t have to be a premium subscriber! I’m glad I got to watch it, since I haven’t been to the cinemas since Dec 2019. Recipe and more pics under the cut!

The following recipe is split into the different components of the bento! It makes portions for 2-3, except for the Aji Tamago. I, being asian, will assume that the reader can cook rice or procure some cooked rice as easily as breathing (and following the instructions on the rice packet or buying a microwaveable packet). ON THE DAY BEFORE, make: Aji Tamago Ingredients

Any amount of Refrigerated Eggs (Really, you just need 1, but why go to all that trouble for just one egg)

Lots of Ice

A liquid that is made in the ratio of 3/8ths shoyu, 2/8ths mirin, and 3/8ths water. This liquid should be able to cover your eggs. You can play with the ratios if you like things saltier or sweeter.

Method:

Heat water in a pot till it boils (amount must cover eggs)

Slowly (with a spoon), lower eggs into boiling water. If you throw them, they’ll crack.

Boil small eggs for 6 mins, larger eggs for 8 mins.

Prepare an ice water bath in the meantime, and put eggs into it straight after the timer is up.

Peel eggs carefully (this was the hardest part IMO). Add more ice if it’s sticking.

Put eggs into a container and pour the shoyu-mirin-water liquid over it. Some people like to use ziplocks, but I’m trying to be more eco-friendly. Or you could use silicon bags!

Wait 1 day.

Remove and slice half to put in one bento. Note the creamy yolk!

ON THE DAY ITSELF

Before cooking anything else, please set 1.5 cups of short grain rice to cook in your rice cooker.

Grilled Leeks

Ingredients:

cooking oil

White part of one Leek, cut into cork-lengths, outermost skin removed.

(Please try to slice it with a bevelled edge! The baby was yelling, so I hurriedly chopped it up before double-checking the reference image) Would be great if you have a grill frying pan, to get the charred marks, but here is my not-very-good hack:

Brush this cheapo grill pan I got from Daiso with cooking oil

Heat in the oven at 250 C for 5 mins

Pop leeks on it and broil for 5 mins, or until it starts to char.

Flip leeks over and broil for 5 mins again or until it starts to char.

(Warning, taking a picture in the middle of the process makes your pan cool down)

Tamagoyaki

Please refer to my recipe from Koufuku Grafitti here.

The extra step is to transfer the tamagoyaki to a bamboo sheet, wrap it up, and press lightly as it cools, so that the egg will have the ridged shape. Then, proceed to slice it width-wise.

Yes, I know there are 2 egg dishes in this bento.

Gyu-don Beef

This really reminded me of the beef you can get from Yoshinoya.

Ingredients

2 tbsp cooking oil

1 medium yellow onion, sliced into wedges

200-250g beef shortplate shabu cut

3 tbsp cooking sake

3 tbsp shoyu

2 tbsp mirin

Method

Heat oil in pan.

Put in the onion, turn to low heat, and stirfry till onions become slightly translucent.

Throw in the beef, and stirfry till the beef is just slightly pink

Pour in the sake, stirfry, and let it simmer a bit.

Pour in the shoyu and mirin, mix, and let it simmer for another 1 or two minutes. Switch off the heat and don’t let it boil dry.

Okay now it’s time to assemble the avengers the bento!

An additional garnish you will need is Beni Shoga. Red Needle Ginger, which you can hopefully get from an Asian mart. Or if you’re just going for looks, you could soak some ginger needles in red vinegar, but the taste won’t be the same.

Step 1: Fill the bottom of the rectangular bento with rice. You don’t need to pack it down.

Step 2: Put the other ingredients on top. (my bento was only wide enough for one slice of tamagoyaki)

Step 2.5: Find a train that will let you eat on it ( it’s illegal in my country, lol)

Step 3: Eat a large amount of it and shout “Delicious!”

Okay! Thanks to all of you who have read till here! I’ve really missed cooking and posting recipes for all of you.

Some exciting news, the Bottomless Pit and I are finally getting our (government) home next year after waiting for 7 years, and I’ll hopefully have a bigger kitchen to cook from! The prep area in our current home is so small my mum accidentally sliced through a pair of silicon tongs while slicing vegetables. Perhaps we can even think about opening it up for you all to eat some fresh onionchoppingninja-cooked food, or even filming cooking videos.

Meanwhile, hope everyone stays safe, and get vaccinated if you can! ++++++

For more fan recipes, follow me @onionchoppingninja!

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[lavenderdaisyhoney]

Sweetcakes

Bakugou x Female Y/N

Word count: 542

Warnings: pure FLUFF, wrist kisses, Bakuguo looking 😍😍

A/N: So this is my first ever Bakuguo fic/drabble idk what to call it so BE NICE. I hope you can feel the amount of love I have for him through this sweet little piece ♡︎

Scrolling through Pinterest as you lean against the counter, you finally land on a recipe for madeleines. You run around your kitchen to gather all of the ingredients. After having everything laid out and carefully reading through the instructions, you notice it will take a lot of effort to make these madeleines. Feeling very lazy but also craving them, you decide to enact a plan you’ve been thinking about for a while: Operation Make Bakugou Bake.

After a couple of minutes, the man himself comes out of the shower bare chested, with a pair of shorts low on his waist. His hair is flat down on his forehead, making him look much softer than he actually is. Your heart starts to beat at the sight, you had always loved Bakugou with his hair down. Noticing that you’re getting off track, you quickly rush, mixing your egg whites with the electric mixer.

“These instructions are quite hard. How long do I have to keep mixing to make the egg whites fluffy?” You say loudly over the sound of the mixer.

“You seriously can’t be that dumb, Y/N.” Bakugou, having heard your question, walks into the kitchen to grab the mixer from your hand and starts mixing the egg whites with a gentle precision you often forget he possesses. “It’s not rocket science. You just do this.” He tilts the bowl at an angle and changes the speed to a low one. “Not too long though or you’ll overmix the whites.”

“Ohhh.” You muse, acting amazed. “Now I have to mix in all the ingredients but I’m a little stuck on the order I should add them in.” Your plan is working. You started this plan knowing Bakugou would do anything to prove his competency.

“You know what, just go sit down. I have a feeling if I leave you in this kitchen, you’re going to give me food poisoning.” He gently shoves you out of the way with his hip.

With a quick kiss on his cheek, you happily hop out of the kitchen without a single protest. Plopping down on the couch, you grab the remote and turn on your favourite movie, Pretty Woman.

The smell of butter fills your home as you’re enjoying your movie, head emptily thinking you had finally played Bakugou into doing something you wanted.

Finally hearing the beep of the oven, you’re impatient as you eagerly watch him take the first batch out. Sensing your impatience, he carefully piles them on a plate, and grabs the tea he had started for you earlier.

Knees bouncing excitedly at the sight, you watch him place them on the table, your arm outstretched so you could reach for a madeleine. Before you’re able to grab one, Bakuguo sits down on the couch next to you, grabs your wrist in his hand and plants a gentle kiss on it.

Soft lips still against your skin, he whispers “Next time you want me to bake you something just ask me, sweetcakes.” With one more final kiss on your wrist, he gets up and heads back to the kitchen.

You’re frozen as you had thought you finally pulled one over him. You should’ve known better as nobody gets the best over Bakugou. You accept your loss and happily munch on your madeleines. It wasn’t really a loss if you still got what you wanted, right?

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[iliumheightnights]

Holiday | Cedric Diggory x Male Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Male Reader Summary: Cedric goes to spend holiday with his boyfriend. Only it’s a bit different, Cedric’s boyfriend is muggleborn and Cedric get’s to experience Muggle life for the first time.

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“You ready for this?”

M/n and Cedric walked down platform nine and three-quarters. The platform was packed with Hogwarts students coming back for the holiday season. M/n and Cedric stuck close together as they reached the exit for the platform. They stood in line until it was their turn to pass through.

“Oh yeah. Yeah, I’m excited. I finally get to meet your family.” Cedric said with a smile.

The two had talked about it. M/n had gone with Cedric and spent the holiday with him and his family the year before. It was only fair Cedric spent this year’s holiday with M/n and his parents. That didn’t mean Cedric wasn’t nervous, especially since M/n was muggleborn. Cedric was about to get a full muggle experience where he had little to no experience with them.

“I’m glad you’re excited. But I can tell you’re nervous. Your voice is getting a bit higher pitched and your cheeks are a bit red.” M/n said booping Cedric’s cheek.

Cedric blushed hearing his boyfriend practically read him. Plus that boop? Yeah, Cedric melts like putty with that. “Am I really such an easy book to read?”

“Only to me love. Only to me.”

Finally, it was their turn to exit the platform. Both of the boys passed through the wall into King’s Cross station. The station was also pretty busy with muggles coming and going. Cedric let M/n take the lead, his boyfriend knew where they were going after all.

To Cedric’s surprise they ended up in Diagon Alley. He wasn’t exactly sure what they were doing there, where they meeting M/n’s parents there? “Um...M/n?”

“Oh don’t worry Cedric. We have to go here because for SOME reason, Kind’s Cross doesn’t have any connection to the Floo Network! You’d think they would but nooooo. We have to walk through a wall.” M/n began ranting and Cedric knew if he didn’t stop it M/n would keep on it for a long time.

“Alright. Alright. I get it. I have to say you’re absolutely adorable when you get worked up.” Cedric said leaning in to his boyfriend with a smile. M/n blushed and chuckled. “Sorry.” Cedric only shook his head with a smile. “Nothing to be sorry for love. Now...where are we going?”

“Here.” Neither of them had actually ended up in Diagon Alley, instead staying in the Leaky Cauldron. M/n walked over to the fire place and stopped turning to Cedric. “Alright. So you’re going to say exactly where I tell you and you’ll follow me home.”

M/n told Cedric where his home was and let him go first. M/n wanted to make sure Cedric was alright and safe. Once Cedric was off and away, M/n followed through. He quickly appeared in his home laying across Cedric. He looked up to find his parents staring at them. “HELLO PARENTAL UNITS! I’M HOME!”

To say M/n’s parent’s were surprised was an understatement. They were still getting used to the magical world afterall. M/n then introduced Cedric to his family, the family was quick to welcome Cedric into their home and into their family. I mean...who WOULDN’T want Cedric in their family?

As time passed on, Cedric got to experience what the muggle life was all about. He had helped M/n’s family cook, learning all of their recipes as he went. He helped clean up around the house, getting to experience using a vacuum for the first time. Cedric had to admit, many of the machines and trinkets were very handy and he wanted to get some for himself.

“Well boys, we need to get some groceries. Wanna go for a ride?” Cedric jumped at the opportunity, not only to help M/n’s parents, but to experience muggle shopping. But before they went to the store they had to deal with another thing...the car.

M/n opened the door to let Cedric get. After Cedric was in his seat, M/n joined his boyfriend in the back seat. As he sat down, he noticed Cedric hadn’t put his seat belt on. (Quick PSA, ALWAYS buckle up). “Don’t forget to buckle up Ced.” When his boyfriend gave him a confused look he realized Cedric had no clue what was going on. “Wait...is this your first time in a car?” Cedric nodded but smiled. “I’m a bit nervous, but also excited.” M/n chuckled and helped him buckle up. “First off, we’ll start here. This is a seatbelt. ALWAYS put this on, this can and will save your life if there’s an accident.”

“Accident?”

“That’s for AFTER we get back and deal with the car. Now that you’re buckled up you’re all safe and ready for the ride.”

“Alright...how does this work?”

M/n’s parents got into the car and started it. As soon as the engine started roaring Cedric jumped a little and M/n put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. “It’s okay. It’s just the engine starting, that makes the car go.” As the car pulled out, M/n explained how car’s work to Cedric. At least the basic knowledge of them.

The drive to the store was filled with wonder for Cedric. M/n’s parent’s had rolled down the window’s letting the wind sweep through the car. The radio was pumped out playing music which Cedric also was enjoying. M/n couldn’t stop watching Cedric, he was absolutely mesmorized by the passing landscape and the music. He was happy to have Cedric here.

After they went shopping they returned home. Cedric found the shopping to be about the same as magical shopping. When they returned home, the boys helped unload the groceries and make dinner. That night they had a game night.

Cedric got to experience a few muggle games such as Uno, Monopoly and the ultimate favorite...candyland. Cedric had done pretty good at them, he had ended up winning Monopoly which was impressive for someone playing for the first time. He’s pretty sure he’d have to make it up to M/n though after making him go bankrupt.

Once the game night had came to an end, M/n and Cedric retired to M/n’s bedroom. Both changed into their pajama’s and climbed into the bed. Once they were in the bed, they cuddled and used Cedric’s FAVORITE muggle invention. The television.

Cedric absolutely LOVED the tv. He loved watching all the shows and movies. The different worlds and stories they delivered. Cedric thought it was absolutely perfect for date nights, especially when both were feeling lazy. Every night during the holiday, they have watched a new movie or show. Tonight was no different.

“What’s this movie?”

“It’s called Twilight.”

“Oh.” Cedric situated his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder and settled in to the movie. “Wait...that guy looks familiar.” “Probably your doppleganger, but hey you’re cuter.”

Eventually their holiday came to an end and it was time to return to Hogwarts. The boys had packed up their suitcases and were prepared to leave. Of course they had to say goodbye to M/n’s family. They were all sad to see both boys leave, but they were very happy to have met Cedric. Both of M/n’s parents told him he was always welcome in their home which he appreciated so much. He found another home with M/n and his family.

With their goodbyes, they left to return to Hogwarts. Unaware to M/n, his parents had gifted Cedric their monopoly which was packed in his suitcase. M/n was in for a great time when they returned to Hogwarts.

But all in all, their holiday was perfect. Cedric was ready to see M/n’s family again.