All I'm saying is that "Song Lan's body will never deteriorate and Xiao Xingchen's soul will never reincarnate so they're separated forever yet Song Lan still bears their swords and dreams while yearning for a past that won't come back" literally sounds like the beginning of a whole epic danmei novel and not the end of a random subplot

unpopular opinion but I do think they shouldve given wen ning a fake moustache in ep 49 when he's possessed by baxia/nmj

I N S P I R E D

I raise you that Baxia also deserved to have a moustache too :)

Wow, this makes Wen Ning's actor look, uh. Different. Yowza.

UC or ER?

HONESTLY THOUGH

THIS IS BOTH ACCURATE AND EFFECTIVE

Urgent Care is for your "Oh no!" accidents.

Emergency Care is for your "Oh fuck!" accidents.

I desperately need someone to convince my nervous system that the tiger does not exist.

Have a strawberry

...👀will it help?

OK, so not long after I started studying Buddhism, I was told a story at our discussion group.

There was a guy walking through the forest when he spotted a tiger stalking him. He took off running, but the tiger was keeping pace. Putting on a burst of speed, he shot right over a cliff

He grabbed at a vine to keep from plummeting to his death. The tiger was there, at the top of the cliff, snarling, so the guy decides to climb down. Suddenly he hears a snarling from below. He looks down, and there’s another tiger, tail lashing, waiting for him to get down. Looks up, and there’s the first tiger staring at him. He sees that the vine is starting to break. Something will happen soon, and it will end with him inside a tiger

Just then he notices a small strawberry plant clinging to the cliff next to him, with a single ripe berry on it.

It was, without a doubt, the best strawberry he had ever tasted

When you’re surrounded by tigers; find some small joy near you. It won’t stop the real tigers, but it will let you have what joy you can.

And if they’re metaphorical tigers? Ignore them long enough and they’ll go away

Lioness Steals a Photographer’s Camera, Gives It to Her Cubs as a New Toy

Photographing wild animals has certain risks. But often, the potential hazards are worth it—something photographer Barbara Jensen Vorster can attest to first hand. In July 2018, she was snapping pictures of a lion pride in Botswana, until a local lioness stole Vorster’s Canon 7D after she accidentally dropped it on the ground. (The “thud” piqued the big cat’s interest.) Luckily, Vorster had another camera on hand and captured what happened next.

Once the camera dropped, the lioness mother growled and approached Voster’s group. They withdrew to their vehicle and watched the drama unfold. “The camera fell with the lens looking up,” Voster recalled, “she gently flipped the camera on its side and picked it up by the barrel of the lens.” The lioness then brought it to her cubs who started to playfully pounce on it. “They dragged it through the dirt, chewed on the lens hood and then, fortunately, like most kids, soon grew tired with their new toy.”

Eventually, Voster was able to fetch her abandoned camera. She found that it still functioned fine, but the lioness left her signature. “There are two huge teeth marks on the rubber focus rings of the lens and small teeth marks on the plastic lens hood, both of which I decided not to replace.” She spent roughly £200 getting the camera fixed, but the cost was worth the photos she snapped that day. Calling it a “priceless experience,” she also puts it into perspective: “What photographer can boast that their lens had been in a lion’s mouth?”

Barbara Jensen Vorster: Instagram

https://mymodernmet.com/barbara-vorster-animals-playing-with-a-camera/

Spirit Animal is racist.

Patronus was invented by a transphobe.

I think it’s time we all suck it up and say what we mean: fursona.

I know this is a jokey post (rip OPs notes) but a fursona is typically an animal REPRESENTATION of YOURSELF, not an external animal that is strongly meaningful to you and your life/journey.

I've seen daemon and familiar proposed, but to keep in line with the cursedness of the original post, may I suggest: spiritual tamagotchi

do you have any idea how refreshing it is to see a correction/suggestion to this post that actually understands the assignment

Pokemon. Is a pokemon.

“I love Danny Devito. Danny Devito is my starter pokemon”

oh yeah that’s good. that’s really good.

Do you ever write out a multi-paragraph rebuttal to something and then think “actually I do not want to get involved in this” and close it

That’s a nontrivial part of my day job.

me when i meet the person who created webp files

It was google by the way, they thought it would be such a good file type it would replace the need for all other image files, that's why anything they own or partner with tries to force it on us though no art programs can even work with it.

THANK YOU FOR THIS!

Good morning. This is the best fic comment I have ever received.

The issue is some of those autistics are plane autistics which are counter to our public transit goals, specifically the autistic boy from Denver who represents Colorado at the delegation

It's because there is so much fucking Air Force out here, you get it in your system like microplastics.

heres my advice to any followers i have who are young. Don't delete things when you think you've outgrown them or they're cringy. If you make youtube videos just private them don't delete them. Save your files, you can bury them in multiple sub-folders if you think they're cringe now but DON'T DELETE THEM! It doesn't feel like it now but years in the future you will look back fondly at who you were and wish you still had those things.

Truly love the number of people I've met that have been like "Well I went to a Catholic school as a kid, which is to say I'm not Catholic" like damn Catholic schools really out here doing the exact opposite of missionary work.

When I was little my mom’s meatloaf was my favorite food. But ONLY her meatloaf. I didn’t like anyone else’s, and she told me that she would teach me how to make it when I was older. And when I was like 19? She finally taught me, but she told me never to tell anyone else and I was like weird but okay

Anyway, she was super fucking homophobic and abusive to me when I told her I was gay, so here’s the recipe

You can get almost all of these ingredients at the dollar store, and have leftovers if it’s just you. The leftovers make great tacos if (taco seasoning is also like a dollar). Enjoy your revenge loaf

here's a mashed potato recipe from my homophobic mother that i swore to never share that would pair perfectly!

(6 servings)

-2lbs red potatoes

-1 cup butter (2 sticks)

-1 cup cream cheese (1 pack)

-Chives (optional)

-Salt & Pepper to taste

1. drop those bad boys (potatoes) in a big ol pot. U don't even have to chop them just wash them

2. boil til soft!

3. Drain

4. Mash (usually they're small enough you can use a fork if u don't have one of those squashers) until its a pretty chunky mix

5. add the other stuff. Keep mashing

I like my mashed potato consistancy more lumpy but its all up to you!! Peel the potatoes or keep them on, it literally makes the creamiest fluffiest mashed potatoes which she always served with the nastiest fuckin meatloaf

Now if anybody got some revenge rolls and revenge green bean casserole we'll get a full meal

Got room for desert? Cus my Grandma was just a generaly evil old hag who was abusive to my mum and my siblings also you guessed it since I came out I was not said hello to at christmas

She made pretty god Dampfnudeln (its like a sweet bread rool you eat hot and with vanilla sauce)

1. Put 300 gram flour into a bowl and make an indent in the middle

2.combine

mix until smooth

3.mix into part of the flour but leave a big flour rim on the outside

4.set 30 gram of Butter on the flour rim and cover everything with a towel

let sit till you see bubbles in the dough

5. add

and knead the dough until smooth

6. put

into a heat resistant glass bowl and let melt (the glass bowl is quite important)

7. Form about 12 dough rolls and put them into the milk

8. Cover with a lid (any lid will go it does not need to be sealed air tight)

Let bake in the pre heated oven at 200°C for about 30 minutes or until they start to get brown and fluffy

9. Serve with vanilla sauce or fresh fruit

Behold the Fuck You buffet

So, I never came out to my evil grandmother, for two reasons. One, my dad asked me please not to because he didn’t want to deal with her shit, and two, see “evil”. Not fucking worth it. I was glad she died before I got married.

These were her mama’s biscuits, and her mama was a mean old woman, too. I’ll spite ‘em both and post it for y’all.

Angel Biscuits 2 pkg. yeast 1 T. warm water 2 T. sugar

5 C. sifted flour 3 t. baking powder rounded 1 1/2 t. salt 1/2 t. baking soda rounded 1 C. shortening or oleo 2 C. buttermilk Dissolve yeast in water and sugar. Sift flour, baking powder, salt and soda into a large bowl. Cut in shortening. Add buttermilk and yeast mixture. Mix well. Turn dough out onto a floured board and knead 2 or 3 times. Roll dough out 1/2 inch thick. Cut biscuits. Let set 45 minutes to 1 hour to rise. Bake at 400F. for 12-15 minutes. Note: Dough may be stored in a plastic bag in the refrigerator until needed.

This is excellent.

this post is a true gift

Since someone mentioned a revenge green bean casserole, here you go. I follow my evil grandmother's recipe this way, and it turns out rather well for me, every harvest time holiday, but one can always replace the canned beans with frozen or fresh. 'Cause gods know fresh always tastes better, when you can afford it. 1 can green beans, long cut 1 can mushroom soup 2 tablespoons dried minced onions 1 tablespoon dried minced garlic 1 container of French's fried onions (canned goods aisle, usually, if you've never seen these) Preheat to 325. Mix the beans, the soup, the minced onions, and the minced garlic. Pour into your baking dish. Bake this thing for about 30 minutes (longer if you needed a giant batch or if it hasn't turned a bit golden across the top; I am the most haphazard of cooks), and then add the French's fried onions across the top. Put the mess back in the oven for 10-15 minutes, until the fried onions look crispy. Not burned, just crispy. Hopefully you'll enjoy it as much as I always do.

(reblogging so I’ll remember to put all these into Paprika) (especially the mashed-potato one)

Even before @dduane​ puts these into Paprika, I've saved them for future reference; the combo of meatloaf and mashed spuds is very appealing, I've always had a fondness for green beans, I've liked Dampfnudeln every time I've had it in Germany, and those biscuits look intriguing.

*****

For balance, here's a recipe from my own Mum, who was non-evil, non-abusive and non-homophobic. I've posted it before, but re-posting is better than just a link and keeps all these recipes in one place.

She learned it before I was born, from the Italian lady whose husband ran one of the local fish-and-chip shops.

Back then olive oil was something you got from the chemist (Olive Oil B.P., meaning British Pharmacopoeia, not British Petroleum), pasta meant macaroni, tomato soup was far easier to find than tinned tomatoes, and buying garlic if you weren’t “foreign” (Mum told me) meant you were “odd”.

Well, Mum was odd…

BTW, forget trying to keep the pasta al dente. If the potatoes are waxy they’ll have far more texture than the macaroni, but usually everything goes soft and unctuous and garlicky, hence the beneficial contrast of nice crisp toast. I have no idea what the original Italian soup might have been, and I’d long thought adding spuds was an Irish modification, but much, much later, when travelling through Cividale and Bolzano, I discovered that dishes including both potatoes and pasta were correct for that mountainous region up north where Italy bumps against Austria. Better olive oil, and chopped tomatoes in juice, will make it taste more Italian and authentic, whatever “authentic” means here. However the original Heinz-based version is my preferred comfort food when ever I’m feeling down, or when the weather’s lousy, or when I have a cold…

Or when I want to go back in time to when I was young, and my parents were alive, and a bowl of home-made soup was enough to set the world to rights.