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he's just like me (boils himself in oil for the grind)
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as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen
the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"
#my food crime is that i regularly make a “pasta and tuna” situation that has somehow gotten even more evil and degenerate over time.#it is a ''white wine reduction'' (it's just white wine and garlic powder & seasoning)#and tuna from a can.#and plain pasta.#if i have the spoons i will actually chop garlic for it but this tends to be my comfort food for a REALLY bad day#bc its super easy to make:#boil pasta. drain. put into bowl for later. into same pot u used for pasta.#put tuna (with oil/water from can). let fry a little for like 2-3 min. put in whatever amount of wine. season to taste.#the tuna will get a little crisp on it which is nice. important side note:#this began as a Bolognese sauce.#and one day i had to sub for tuna. i know. not ideal. i cried about it too.#somehow over time it is now its own little evil thing. i would never make someone else eat it. it is beautiful.#but yeah i don't even stir the pasta in afterwards i just slap pasta into serving bowl#slap this ''''''sauce'''''''' on top#molto bene#(i really can cook fairly well btw. this is a food crime. not a suggestion of skill or ability)#(i LOVE baking but when i cook for myself. the autism is obvious. bc i just don't understand the point of most of the steps)#(.... i can just eat the deli meat out of the bag. it is protein. i don't even have to like it. i just have to eat enough calories.)#(also i used to cook MUCH more before this apartment which is so small that i can stretch my arms out and overreach the counter length.)#(.... i'm 5.2. so.)
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gonna put this here too
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Happy birthday Solar
your death has the internet in shambles
but like atleast u get to spend ur birthday with ur first family :3..
#fnaf security breach#boils your oil#fnaf#sams#tsams#sams solar#tsams solar#solar#solar sams#sun and moon security breach#sun and moon fnaf#sams sun#sun and moon show#sundrop#fnaf sun#sun fnaf#happy birthday#happy birthday solar
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Sitting here thinking about how Buck and Eddie could've been together when Eddie had his breakdown with the baseball bat and Buck broke his door down...
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what is the best panel in homestuck and why is this one of the top contenders. like its funny with no context but its even funnier with the context that prior to this dave exploited the hell out of time travel to monopolize their stock exchange and make bank
#THESE HOES TREATING ME LIKE A CORNDOG BOILING ME IN OIL#hs#i mean he kind of had to since they only had 24 hours until the reckoning and they needed all the grist they could get
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cat maid who places your order down and pushes it off the table :p
#pgr#punishing gray raven#pgr roland#pgr fanart#i wanted to do maid vers of all the guys but maybe ill settle at my faves because the thought of rendering another frill or ribbon#makes me want to shove my head in boiling oil#why did maid lee take less time#AAAA
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hi just thought everyone would want to know. I think I just made the all time best potatoes anyone has ever made ever. just wanted to share
#boil some russet potatoes in salt water until they’re fork soft#meanwhile heat olive oil in skillet and cook minced garlic and crushed coriander until fragrant#add chili paste to that#smash potatoes until chunky. add olive oil mix#taste. add more olive oil and salt and black pepper. stir stir stir. add some lemon zest and a few squeezes of lime juice#stir more. taste. add a shit ton of this specific seasoning blend from where I work#which consists of garlic powder salt and like. Rosemary basil and I don’t rmemeber what else. think like Italian seasoning#but heavy on the garlic and also it has red pepper flakes in it#taste. adjust seasoning levels as needed. taste a little more bc oh my god#put away for dinner tomorrow but taste a couple more times before you stick it in the fridge bc Oh My God#I don’t even LIKE potatoes very much. like they’re fine but Holy Shit
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What's water like in your hels? Is there any there? Is it there in limited quantities? Does it rain at all? Is there only water in specific places? Was it brought from the overworld? I'm curious
There is water in hels! Just barely! It was one of Evil X's gifts to the server, getting it there. I imagine the city has a cistern he artificially filled, which is where the water from the fountains in the city and the tap water comes from. Hels is very much like the nether though! So to raise the boiling/evaporation point of the water so it stays liquid where it's supposed to be, the water is acidic. It's not eat-your-skin acidic, but its corrosive enough that using it to, say, polish armor, will lead to breakdown over time. Metals and stones they anticipate coming into a lot of contact with water [fountains, pipes] probably need regular maintenance and water proofing.
It doesn't rain in hels, all water there was brought there artificially, but I do imagine they have some weather phenomena. The peripheral of the city has a small geyser problem [any time water leaks from the cistern and comes in contact with the hotter stone around the city, you get a geyser.] There is still a cycle of hotter/cooler air, so they do get wind, and that wind will bring dust clouds and gas clouds from surrounding lava lakes and things. They get a lot of fog and fog-adjacent weather patterns, and a haze of clouds is often passing through. I also imagine they get "snows" of ash from eruptions around basalt deltas, and there are probably times of year where the different shroom plants release their spores, causing colored snows of red and blue. [We have cottonwood plants around here in the summer that coat the roads in a false snow, especially around the river where I live. I imagine whenever the warped / crimson fungus lets out spores, it would look a bit like that].
#lindentree#rns asks#if you're wondering why the hels i had an answer for this#its because i realized really early on that I said there was a water fountain in hels#and had a small panic when i realized up until this point i had said 'they live in the nether basically'#and had to justify water in hels#so i went on a research spree on how to raise the boiling point of water#and the answers are either dump a lot of salt into it#or make it acidic#drinking water in hels is probably unpleasant -- its probably naturally bitter#its not eat-your-skin acidic#but if everything had the acidity of pineapples i think.....#anyway the wear and tear on the city structures would be insane#i ate through the steering wheel of my car because my hands were slightly more acidic after oil painting#and that was a class i only took for like... 8 weeks#could you imagine acidic water all the time?#there's a plumber/contracter making bank in hels
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This is very important
#eggs#poll#polls#reblog for a bigger sample size#not art#personally i prefer boiled eggs with runny yolk (fried is 'fine' if it doesn't have too much oil) but my to-go is an omelet#although if i have bread (rare) I might make them scrambled because its easier)
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#food#stir fried noodles#udon noodles#boiled eggs#runny yolk#chili#scallions#sesame oil#sesame seeds#brown#aesthetic#uploads
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THEY'RE UGLY!!!!!!!
(still on break. Yea.)
btw have you ever thought about zuko and aang while you listen to this song? Im doing it right now and i think i am going to throw up
#atla#atla zuko#atla aang#zukaang#i hate them and they're ugly i think they should be boiled in oil#i don't want to see them ever again#[draws them again]
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The Giggle At a Funeral
so... just want to reiterate I love my bbg Tamlin. Precious lil guy who should have been a happy bard and deserves the happiest ending possible. Just keep that in mind pls. Enjoy!!!
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It looked like it was a quiet passing.
Not a single peep had rang out amongst the now dark forests, like all sparks of life were smothered to cold ashes. The only noise was the rustling of dead leaves and snapping of weak branches against the harsh wind.
It looked like it had been a soundless death; an even lonelier funeral.
Rhysand was the one who had originally found the corpse. The body was already in the stage of rotting when the High Lord happened upon the remains. Rhysand seemed to have been there with the intent to antagonize and gloat. One could only rationally assume he was met with an unwanted response from his target.
Eventually, the news had followed Rhysand back to the Court of Dreams, where Lucien was first informed of it. He had originally been there to offer updates on the politics of the Continent and any changes from the last briefing. All for show, of course, Azriel already knew all there was to know. It just took place so the Inner Circle would test to see if Lucien lied.
Lucien had been occupying a lone leather chair close to the corner, delicately nursing a small glass of fae wine. Time spent in the Mortal Lands made it so consuming fae cuisine was now unreasonably difficult. It was hard to withstand flavors now when one was accustomed to the taste of ash.
The Inner Circle was lazily scattered on the other pieces of furniture occupying the room. Mor was languidly draped over a velvet couch, chatting idly with Cassian who was giving her a tender foot rub. Azriel was standing over them, pointedly staring at the floor with crossed arms but dutifully nodding along when appropriate.
Nesta was off training with the Valkyries. Lucien rarely saw her nowadays, and it felt purposeful, at least on Rhysand’s end. Keeping the outliers separated.
The ancient horror was, thankfully, away with her Summer Court prince. Small mercies.
Elain was nowhere to be found. Lucien had stopped letting that wound sting for a while now.
Finally, Feyre was settled in the other couch, her son in her arms. The baby kept trying to squirm out of his blanket, and Feyre was trying her best to keep him snuggled, but Nyx’s small wings kept getting squashed or poked out awkwardly. The boy had started making agitated squeaks, and Lucien could tell a meltdown seemed imminent. Nobody had looked to be worrying about that on the other side of the room. Feyre had briefly glanced upwards at one point towards the Inner Circle, and had tried to get their attention, but her calls were drowned out by their combined voices.
Lucien had thought about getting up to help several times, but he was rooted to his seat. He had helped her so many times before on much grander scales. The trials, Spring Court, Autumn Court, The armies, and what did he ever receive as gratitude? Nothing at best and torture at worst.
What would happen to him this time if the Inner Circle deemed him too close for their liking to the Heir of the Night Court? Too close to the High Lord’s Lady? It seemed utterly irrational, but it’s been proven to be completely within the realm of possibility for this Court.
It made him all the more apprehensive to put his head on the chopping block again for her, even if it was no fault of Nyx.
So he had only watched on, and it made him feel despicable. It was a lonely and wretched feeling.
Though he had been invited to Velaris, he was certainly not welcome.
Suddenly, Rhysand had stumbled through the doorway and roared thunderously, shaking the mansion like a quake. Nyx let out a startled screech that quickly devolved to inconsolable wailing. Feyre tried to comfort him, but there was little she could do by herself. The Inner Circle quickly flocked to their High Lord with questions and worry.
Some started to celebrate the news once Rhysand’s crazed rambles gave enough context. Their applause and cheers seemed to muffle out the baby’s crying and Feyre’s calls for help with her son. Rhysand seemed to be the only one enraged like a mad animal.
Lucien had been struck paralyzed for an eternity before he had found himself winnowing to the ruins that was once the Spring Court, Running to a tomb that was once his home, and standing over the body that was once alive.
Among the bones of animals, He was laying on His side, eyes closed with softened features, like He was merely taking a much needed rest. Thin arms hugged His body, locked in place even after His heart quieted. The tunic, empty baldric, and trousers looked more like they blanketed His emaciated corpse instead of being worn.
It uncannily looked everything and nothing like who He was before.
His face was never that peaceful or open.
It looked unbelievable. Fake. A cruel joke that made him want to hold his breath for the moment when the ruse ceased. But that moment would never come.
Lucien couldn’t understand Rhysand’s rage. Didn’t Rhysand want this? Rhysand was furious at His continued existence and now he has the gall to foam at the mouth at His death?
Rhysand was always a spoilt creature, never satisfied with anything.
It was all so insane that it made Lucien laugh. He couldn’t hold it back. He kept laughing and laughing until he was sobbing, slowly falling to his knees and his hands clutching weakly onto the cold, rotting hand of the other.
Tamlin was gone.
#Im sorry but not really#I love tamlin i promise#TRUST ME IT GETS BETTER IF I ACTUALLY MANAGE TO POST CHAPTER 2#tamcien#tamsand#those two ships were implied but tamcien is endgame#tamlin#lucien vanserra#rhysand#Feyre I’m sorry the ic are pieces of shit. they and rhysand deserve to be boiled in oil#acotar fic#pro tamlin
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not to. Return There. but. I am compelled to burn my wings against the bright light until the end of times, so.
I think that if Totk Ganondorf was ever meant to be a criticism of imperialism, it's a pretty incomplete one without Rauru taken into account.
While Ganon is very representative of the "conquest" aspect as a Strongman Fascist who reveres strength and the violent part of the initial domination, he has no concrete plans of enforcement and structure down the line, no way to preserve his flimsy grip on power (the game makes a point to tell us he doesn't care for survivors and he doesn't ever seem eager to preserve any kind of infrastructure). Rauru --who somehow couldn't "come to the aid" of Hyrule without crowning himself king about it-- isn't about the conquest or the violence, but Hyrule is nothing if not an extremely well oiled system with a centralized religion, coin, language, history, legends and social class self-replicating since the literal beginning of times.
The *very long sigh* imperialism thing isn't about making one of these two egotistical weirdos more righteous than the other: it's about acknowledging the parallels, even if the game itself throws hissy fits at the mere suggestion Ganondorf and Rauru are two characters who are begging to be compared (and even make vague strides that they should be during cutscenes, though they are not super specific and immediatey dissolve into a little puddle of nothing, I'll give you that willingly), because if Ganondorf represents stage 1: the conquest... then Rauru should represent stage 2: the consolidation.
And the fact that the game is desperate to refute that these two kingly idiots adhere to the same fundamental system of governance (and the one who's deeply into the concept of centralization and automation and leveling of culture and repression of literal identity through the liberal use of masks not being the chaotic dramaqueen on his edgy unicorn giggling to himself about awkward murder scenes) feels like pretty offputting denial --because, truly, what is so scary about noticing the similarities? Wouldn't it be enriching and worth the conversation?
What are we so afraid of?
#thoughts#totk#totk critical#ganondorf#rauru#when will my brain return from the imprisoning war...#the forbidden imperialism debate#I KNOW I said I wouldn't speak of it anymore!!! ;_;#I'm weak of the resolve u_u#+ very stressed out#so I guess that??? makes me want to pour boiling hot discourse oil all over my body???#I should be doing literally anything else than writing this but#yeah that's a good recap of what bothers me about totk#it's the Denial#it just seeps through everything and makes the world contrived and actively fighting itself
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Jack; Father, aquire us a popped corn
Moon; Why should I?
Eclipse; POP US A CORN YOU COWARD!
Moon; Jeez, okay!
Eclipse and Jack, simultaneously; Thank you Mother/Father
#fnaf#sams#sun and moon show#tsams#boils your oil#fnaf security breach#the sun and moon show#dca#sams eclipse#sams moon#sams jack#jack o moon sams#jack tsams#tsams jack#tsams moon#tsams eclipse#eclipse sams#eclipse fnaf#fnaf eclipse#eclipse tsams#sun and moon show eclipse#fnaf moon#daycare attendant moon#moon fnaf#moondrop#sun and moon show moon#sun and moon show jack#jack o moon#jack fnaf#sams incorrect quotes
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vietnamese cuisine doesn’t really use sesame seeds or sesame oil or dark soy sauce as much as the chinese, korean, or japanese, a lot of us think sesame oil has such a strong flavor it’s basically only suitable as a preservative to mask the off-flavors of turned meat and using old ingredients is a big nono to us, we have a “go to the market everyday for fresh ingredients” culture. one of my core memories in the kitchen with my mom was when i was making sườn heo kho tiêu/black pepper braised pork ribs with my mom as a gift to one of her ailing friends, and my mom drizzled sesame oil and sesame seeds on top of the finished ribs and she was like we only do this when giving food as a gift to someone else so it can seem “fresh” for a longer amount of time. which is why using sesame oil isn’t as common because in our minds, it’s relegated to the chinese koreans and japanese because they supposedly don’t get fresh ingredients everyday and NEED sesame oil, according to my family. similarly most of us barely, if at all, use dark soy sauce because it’s “so heavily flavored” that it’ll overwork and damage our kidneys, because a vietnamese philosophy for living a long life involves lightly seasoning your food.
#like yeah we occasionally use sesame oil to loosen up boiled noodles but my parents view that as that exception that proves the rule#these anti sesame and anti dark soy sauce attitudes have begun to fade recently tho
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