“Oh-! Here he comes, here he comes!”
“Whirl, I really don’t think this is going to work…!”
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10 tricks you didn’t know you could do with your food.
By Blossom
The internet went from showing food recipe videos to alchemy in less than a decade. There’s going to be a quick video on how to make the philosopher’s stone from tomato sauce next week.
1: Fake. Based on an Internet myth about making diamonds in a pressure cooker with charcoal and peanut butter. The pressure cooker thing won’t work either. You need enormous heat and pressure to make diamonds.
2: Probably won’t work the way they show, but can work. If you very carefully hold a bottle of water still while dropping it below freezing, the ice crystals have nowhere to form. Agitating the water causes the ice to form all at once. Works with beer, too. Presumably works on most liquids.
3: Possibly works? Seems reasonable, carbonation dislodging dirt and all that.
4: Warm water removes wax from anything. Wax melts when warm.
5: It’s not “genetic memory”. If honey had genetic memory it would be of plants, and it doesn’t, because it has no genes. Probably this works for the same reason that honeycomb is that shape in the first place, something about the six sides being the most efficient way to put up walls between a bunch of cells. No gaps between walls, minimum wall material used for maximum amount of space. This is, however, a viable way to tell if honey is real or not.
6: Seems reasonable and tasty.
7: Yep, bananas do that.
8: Ew. I’d imagine the fats in the milk cling to everything but the water.
9: Tomato products are acidic. Sure, that’ll work, though maybe not that well.
10: I’m… really skeptical, but I looked it up. Evidently, if the china ISN’T broken into multiple pieces, a protein in milk can, when heated, form a plastic that bonds into and repairs hairline cracks.
continuation from this >x<
A shivering cable slithered out to sweep most of the scattered equipment back into the cupboard, then closed the door halfway. In the back of his mind, Yaatree knew it was pointless to hide, but hunkered down between the bottles with Frenzy anyway. Could a driller look sheepish, or guilty? This one certainly seemed to.
Rumble frowned briefly, but turned towards the door and projected an air of cheery innocence. Anyone who knew Rumble for longer than ten clicks knew better than to believe it, of course.
“Soundwave, while you are always welcome to visit, I must inquire as to why the sudden inspection of my laboratories.” The steady click of Soundwave’s footfalls did not hesitate, but Shockwave’s heavy footfalls stuttered as though he had missed a step.
Spinflask somehow managed to continue looking nervous even with his EM field entirely contained and no visible face, and he kept his alt’s simplistic optical sensors on Soundwave. Shockwave seemed- not angry, clearly, more like- what, flustered? Oh, there had been something about- yes, right, trying to get Soundwave’s attention, but-
Soundwave did not seem to want the attention. Soundwave seemed angry. At what? Did he- did he object to the courtship? Maybe, but- there was something else, there- there was-
The restraints. Soundwave had been a Pit fighter, and not by choice, everyone knew as much. Which would… potentially make any sort of forced employment rather… distasteful, yes?
Rumbly froze with a comical expression his face, half crawled onto the table. Shockwave visibly deflated, armor and fins slick back in apprehension.
Inside the cupboard, Yaatree and Frenzy shared a horrified look and clung together.
Spinflask felt the dread in the room and cringed, armor clamping down as far as it would go, but didn’t dare to move. Even when Soundwave touched him. Silently praying to nothing in particular that he hadn’t messed up, Spinflask lowered his shaking winglets in a submissive gesture, hoping those claws weren’t about to curl around to his throat.
They didn’t.
In fact- oh!
Soundwave looked at Spinflask, still curled against his chest. He was still furious at Shockwave, more so now for how the scientist had treated Spinflask. Soundwave brushed a finger across Spinflask’s back in a reassuring manner, pleased at the small gesture.
Spinflask’s vents hiccuped apprehensively at the touch, but, much to his relief, Soundwave seemed to be attempting to reassure him rather than anything else. And then there was the COMM, and the affection. The latter clearly wasn’t directed towards him, but it was… less than intimidating.
Daring to look around, Spinflask tilted his helm and lifted one winglet, starting to look curious more than afraid. After a moment or two, he placed a servo on one of the cables cradling him, fingertips running over the smooth curve. He moved his servo back to Soundwave’s arm plating quickly enough, not wanting to annoy his savior, but- well, surely he could be excused for a moment of curiosity.
.:You have my eternal gratitude. I will gladly answer any questions you can come up with- anything. And… if you would tolerate my presence, I…:.
Duo. He wanted to stay with Duo. They were sweet, they were caring, they- Primus, they liked him. Wanted to hold him. He wanted to go with them, but they were… were who knew where, out in the world somewhere. And he didn’t dare ask Soundwave to find them, they were former Autobot bio-weapons manufacturers- he might kill them. So, for now, he would… he could stay with Soundwave.
.:If you are willing, I would like to stay with you for now. I am not made to be self-sufficient. I can try to be helpful, and, at the very least, I can be very quiet:.
He won’t be wearing those things for long.
Meri you can’t call me out like this!
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.
The Sappichirrpy Summer Men’s Choir
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.
the idea of consuming two conflicting things that promise to do the opposite of each other has always been hilarious to me. there’s a liquid shot-based sleep aid called 6 hour sleep and as soon as I saw it i immediately imagined mixing it and a 5 hour energy together for a 1 hour nap
mix NyQuil and DayQuil to create Quil
what does Quil do
All the time all the time
Okay so, I did this, kind of. In junior year of high school I was taking History of the Americas (very very hard tests, like at least one person is guaranteed to cry). So one day I had one of these tests when I was /sick as hell/. Like I woke up and could not breathe through my nose. Everything was snot and headache and I know it’s gross, but like I’m trying to convey how desperate the times were. I went to take a DayQuil, but could only find NyQuil in the house. So i was like “fuck it, there’s no way this could be worse. ha. Anyway i take this and get to class and like already im about to pass out so during my independent study I go out and get a coffee and a five hour energy. Thinking like “okay I’ll die, but it should balance out for a bit.” And it did, initially. But then. As soon as I walk in the doors to class, it hit and I’m looking at my friend and he’s like “did you smoke, your pupils are like fucking quarters” and I’m like “o no.” So the test starts and my brain is feeling like that substance that’s like both a liquid and a substance simultaneously. And the test format is like this huge paper. So I get going on it, and here’s what happened:
-I wrote six pages front and back in 45 minutes
-I felt like I could “zoom in” “zoom out” my vision
-I asked one girl if I could borrow a pen three times and she was freaked out so I had three pens on my desk
-after the test I crashed HARD in the physics room and they had to push me out of a chair to wake me up
-but like, I got an A on the test. So I’m not saying try it, but
Birds!
I don’t know what kind they are. The mother is a larger songbird-frame bird, with a grey back and a dull yellow belly. She flies kind of oddly, with her wings sort of cupped and fluttering. I’ve seen more birds like her, and they all fly like that. They’re really agile and can hover well, but they aren’t fast across open air. I can’t remember ever seeing them before, and I would remember that flight pattern, but they’re all over the place, always in pairs, this year.
The nest was clinging to the side of the tree. You can see a lot of webbing in the photo- I think that’s either webworm (tent caterpillar) webbing or spider webbing, and it was worked all into the nest. I’d imagine “builds its nest out of webbing and sticks it to a tree trunk” is a pretty distinctive bird thing.
@lookatthisbabybird and general @birdblr, anyone wanna take a stab at IDing? Googling and those “find that bird” websites haven’t gotten me anywhere so far. I’m in Central Texas, and sometimes we get birds that are supposed to only live in Mexico, so it could be some of them came up from there.
@Gravescratch perks his helm up from his hiding spot in a large pile of rubble, all six antennae perking up in interest, and climbs out of the hole to get a better look at… whatever that is with all the limbs. Is that some sort of… no, actually, he doesn’t have /any/ idea what that it. The intimidatingly large mech near it doesn’t seem to be acting like it’s terribly dangerous, at least. Still… is he /really/ curious enough to go and see what- who is he kidding, yes, he is curious enough.
@gravescratch
Specter had known something was alive in the rubble, but the sheer bulk of it had hindered his readings. At least until the bot had pulled itself out.
Bruin debates for a moment on pretending to ignore it and maintaining the element of surprise, but shuffles that aside quickly. Spotter and the wolves are off on long distance recon, alert to what’s happening but unconcerned as Bruin is.
A silent command is given, and Specter, in all his shadowy glory, whips around to face the mound of rubble hiding the unknown entity. Neck coiled back, tail arched, and legs planted, his biolights flickering out. He is more than eager to hunt, even if it’s only a turbofox.
::Steady Specs, no jumping the gun::
《I know the game, quit worrying》
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Gravescratch raises his antennae in the closest thing he can manage to a smile, mostly in order to remove the threat aspect of what he does next. Which is let his mouth hang open and his tongue loll out, displaying a full set of teeth made to saw through metal and rip potential meals apart. He’s definitely a scavenger, and an effective one at that, if those teeth are anything to go by.
He doesn’t miss the nervousness, unsurprisingly, and responds by shutting his mouth and, after a second or two, bumping his faceplate into Bruin’s cheek. Okay. Hopefully that helps. That is absolutely not something any scientist would do, nuzzling an interesting person. Definitely not Shockwave’s actions. “I cannot hack you and would have no desire to do so if I could.” he whispers, taking a guess at what the problem might be, then swivels several of his optics around to look up at-
And that is definitely a falcon large enough to be a major concern for him and his lack of armor. And cyberwolves. Big ones. Ah- more symbiotes.
Gravescratch’s servos keep moving, both right servos on Bruin’s front, the left on his back, but his helm swivels around to look at the new arrivals and their prize. “Ah, nice- moderately fresh, I take?” he asks, tilting his helm slightly and eyeing the wolves, and moves around to Bruin’s other side so he can face them without looking back over his own shoulders. Hm, that looks tasty. He’s not going to even remotely suggest his interest in it, though, people don’t like that. Especially when they’ve just gone and found their own meal.
Hm. “Would you like to return my inspections? I will not object to you touching me. You seem calm enough, and, honestly, there is little I would object to.” the lanky mech hums, fluffing up what little armor he has in order to invite touch. And accidentally lining that offer up with a lick to basically the entire side of his helm that unintentionally shows his tongue off. It’s not an intentional proposition, but, given that one of his servos drifts down to Bruin’s stomach at the same time, it certainly seems like one. He’s just a bit too oblivious to notice.
The nuzzle is reassuring, even more so when Gravescratch hits the scraplet on the head with his comment. He’s still fragged in the helm from Shockwave and likely always will be.
《Who the frag is-》
《You got cozy quick boss-》
《Should we be concerned-》
The wolves all attempt to communicate at the same time once they step into view. Spotter just swoops down to his traditional perch on Bruins shoulder as the other mech switches sides.
Specter’s place on Gravescratch’s shoulder, and Bruin’s continual calm through their bond is enough to convince them that no one needs a limb torn off immediately. In fact, the boss is really digging this guy.
The orange crest that gathered his attention earlier is beginning to twitch slightly.
“Fresh enough for us” Pointbreak says, as he watches them- that is an impressive tongue right there.
Bruin would have to agree, despite having just seen the teeth that go with it. He’s going to take you up on that offer, carefully feeling around the joints where his second arms meet his torso, and straying a bit under the armor there.
Still projecting calm curiosity with a growing hint of interest, Gravescratch watches the new arrivals, servos drifting down Bruin’s side- and tenses, just a bit, at the touches. Not a spot he was expecting to have touched, especially not like that, and-
Ahh, he flirted accidentally. Again. Visibly relaxing and leaning into the touches a bit to make it clear that he isn’t rejecting them, he turns to look the wolves over, clearly sizing them up, then chuckles and leans up to nuzzle that pretty spiked crest. It’s very soft, and it’s not curiosity-based- it’s closer to affection, maybe a bit of reassurance.
Not quite a suggestion, but he’s trying to hint that he’s open. He’s not actually going to say anything, just in case he’s misinterpreted the situation and will scare them off or end the contact if he mentions it, but… open body language, staying much closer than is really needed for an inspection, fluffed plating around those exploring servos… he’s making it clear that he’d welcome more attention.
At this point, he’s worked his way down to Bruin’s stomach, and he lightly strokes the plating under his narrow servos as he tries to decide what to do next. The logical progression would be the big mech’s thighs, but… hm. What will the reaction to that be?
And is he going to get any sort of reaction by deliberately licking the other side of his helm, but much more slowly and obviously? Because, short of describing his distinctly unusual interface equipment, this is the best way to get people into berth with him.
…hm. If this is going how he thinks, they’ll need a berth.
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