this is the single saddest thing I’ve ever seen on cutthroat kitchen
The contestant didn’t speak English as a first language Due to this the judge didn’t judge his dish as biscuits and gravy but as brisket and gravy and the contestant moved onto the next round After this Alton started explaining the dish he was asking them to make more in detail to make sure it didn’t happen again.
^ thank god
Alton Brown: evil mastermind of Cutthroat Kitchen, but not actually terrible.
A sequel to her “Everybody loves Amethyst” zine from last year, “Amethyst loves everybody” (Availabe at Connecticon and SDCC) ! Nefeli, look at those Famethysts, I wann cry! (also at Smoky… and then Jasper…) Okay, I wanna cry a lot χαχα…χα…
“religion is not inherently homophobic/transphobic and religious lgbt people deserve to practice their religion without hate”
and
“many lgbt people have had negative experiences with the church/ religion itself and deserve to respectfully distance themselves from religion, and are under no obligation to give it a try”
Three seemingly unremarkable, unrelated Pokemon, at least one of which is probably based off of a saltwater angelfish. Probably one is grass, one is water, one is fire, and they vaguely look as if they could be starters, but are otherwise unremarkable.
Until they evolve. Because there are three evolved versions, and each of the unevolved Pokemon can evolve into each of the evolved versions. They may completely change type to allow for this, and the evolution is most likely either random or based on a value that the player can’t change. None of the final versions are significantly more or less common than the others, there’s about a 1/3 chance of getting any given evolved ‘mon from any given unevolved one. Also, breeding them might result in any of the three unevolved ones.
To make this not an evil thing to do, they’re not terribly rare. Found in different areas, though, at slightly different starting levels, so it’s a surprise when they turn out to be related.
i don’t think i ever posted this here, so here’s one of my monthly Patreon short story/illustration prompts suggested by Sabrina Gross. this one was for cicada fairies.
There are many small towns where strange things happen. Lights in the sky at night, too tall figures moving through corn fields, those sorts of things. Most places don’t talk about them because they are considered things not to be talked about. You don’t tempt fate. You don’t leave the window open. You certainly don’t walk through those corn fields if you can help it. And its easier than you would think for people to live with these things because humans can get used to anything given enough time. Of course, most of those old things have the decency to be quiet about their otherworldly existence. The ones that aren’t, well, people have to get creative to manage the upkeep of that tenuous neighborly bond that keeps goats alive and hard-headed teens with night vision cameras off missing posters.
The Sappichirrpy Entomology Society built a stage.
So I used to have a Russian friend who had a pretty thick accent and like a lot of Russians tended to eschew articles. She would say things like “Get in car.” And stuff.
Well one day this asshole who had been kind of tagging along with us asks her why she talks like that because it makes her sound dumb and I still remember her response word for word.
“Me? Dumb? Maybe in America you have to say get in THE car because you are so stupid that people might just get in random car, but in Russia we don’t need to say that. We just fucking know because we are not stupid.”
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