may it have that cake


Happy birthday, Sen! @victornikiforovs ˉ̞̭(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊

Artificial intelligence claims it has written a cake recipe.

I’m training a neural network to generate recipes based on a database of about 30,000 example recipes. One of the recipe titles it invents most often is cake - Chocolate Cake, Chocolate Chocolate Chocolate Cake, Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Chips, etc. But when I look at the ingredients list and directions… I have my suspicions that following this recipe may not actually result in cake. For example:


appetizers, fish

8 rounds; chicken
¼ lb butter (soaked)
1 can tomato sauce (½ lb)
1  salmon steaks sauteed
½ teaspoon red pepper, chunked
1 tablespoon margarine or oil

Meanwhile, transfer the chicken breast to a serving platter and simmer for about 5 minutes, then lemon juice that has been stirring well; if on the side, as becomes warmed, carefully frost them with a sauce. Spread them and garnish with water or parsley.

Recipe By     :
From: Johnn Sbrodet(A.R.U_A Ix but enough guidre chunks as lo.
1. D, fided, reformatted by Sharin Brants From:
Chocolate Cookio Liew more/Amplesd Middle
Sylvia Steiger, C7B, 1953

Yield: 96 pieces

shinee celebrates blingy j’s b-day


  • oh right it’s blingy’s birthday 
  • they should probably do something
  • blew all the air in the balloons and needed to lie down for a while bc he was lightheaded 
  • taemin keeps rubbing balloons into his hair while he’s resting saying “static electricity woooo~~~” 
  • “this is nice but remember when you guys forgot my birthday last year”
  •  grabs jong by the shoulders “enjoy youth while you can jonghyun *faraway look in his eye* times goes by so quickly” / jong: hyung we’re literally four months apart”) 
  • also his birthday punches hurt a lot wtf (there is also an option of birthday ddakbam but jong’s head might explode if he does that) 


  • kicks jong out of the dorm before the party (“idc where you go you just can’t stay here” / jong: “kibum let me get DRESSED FIRST BEFORE YOU SHOVE ME OUT THE DOOR”) 
  • but tbh what surprises can you plan by now tho
  • he knows that jong knows that he knows that he knows, you know? 
  • blew out the candle before jong could heh heh `ㅂ´ and does it again after jong demanded a redo (jong: omg who DOES that) 
  • jong: where’s my gift?? / key: my presence is your present / jong: ok / key: it’s a lot punnier in english ok 


  • keeps kicking around the balloons like soccer balls 
  • made taemin sit on the ground with his arms up so he could use them as a goal but keeps kicking them square in his face and not through his arms
  • why is he always on candle duty 
  • the name flaming charisma was never meant to be taken literally!!!!!
  • he found this 5 candle (jong: why is it a five / minho: bc……….. there’s five of us……… and taemin help / taemin: you’re five. call me hyung) 
  • *grabs jonghyun’s neck and slams his head into the cake* (onew: oh *puts down his fork*) 


  • forgot to pick up the cake 
  • key is going to kill him
  • he begged him for an important job this year instead of his usual one of just making sure that he does NOT send party details to the 5hinee group chat 
  • may or may not have forgotten to even order a cake at all 
  • runs to the bakery (”hi yes i am shinee’s taemin pls if you love shinee sos i will do ring ding dong rn for your cooperation”) 
  • haha score, got the cake in your FACE key hyung 
  • @ jong “omg you’re so old” 6v6


  • honestly cannot tell if this day is about celebrating or punishing him 
  • jk he loves his members 


  • jong: “i knew that you guys were doing this”
  • key: “yeah it’s almost like we’ve been doing this 5 times a year for the past 10 years” 
  • jong: “yeah that too but also taemin ran past me holding a cake box and screaming don’t look at me like 20 mins ago”
  • taemin: *fingerguns at jong* discretion is not my forte


happy birthday, tosh! @ekubou

anonymous asked:

Andrew and Neil go to an amusement park where Neil gets lost and Andrew *definitely does not* panic and worry, please! You are so amazing!

So like I kind of kept to the prompt??? Amusement park became State Fair, and Andrew and Neil lowkey became all the Foxes??? I’m sorry???

The parking area is already filled to the brim when they arrive. Andrew is pretty sure this doesn’t even count as a parking lot; the large field weighed down by rows upon rows of cars. There are numerous people in reflective yellow jackets using neon orange cones to direct traffic, and Andrew follows the line of cars to the next available spot. Matt’s truck pulls in beside the Maserati, and everyone climbs out, smiles out and wide in anticipation. Families and groups of teens alike weave their way through the cars around them, their chatter and laughter carrying on the breeze. It’s almost enough to drown out the screams and music coming from the Fair.

Despite it only being early October, the air has a chill to it with the sun gone, so the Foxes pull on hoodies and jackets before heading towards the epicentre of excitement. The sky is a pale indigo above their heads, a view stars blotching the inky surface, but the bright flashing lights up ahead are quick to wash them out. With each step closer, the scent of fried dough and spun sugar gets stronger, and seems to fuel the buzz reverberating through the group.

It doesn’t take long to get tickets, and then they’re moving through the entrance gate into the fairgrounds. The lights and sounds are even worse in the mix of things. A cacophony of chaos that grates on Andrew’s nerves and twinges at his temples like the start of a headache. He briefly wonders why he even agreed to come to the State Fair, but he finds he minds a little less when he takes in Neil’s expression. The striker’s face is bright, and his eyes are wide. The start of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he whips his head around to take everything in.

“Let me guess,” Andrew starts. “You’ve never been to a State Fair before.”

“Actually, I have,” Neil says. “Crowds like these are a great way to lose someone who’s chasing you.”

“Oh my god; that’s so sad,” Matt chimes in. “You need the full Fair experience, Neil! We’ll start with the Tilt-a-Whirl.”

“The tilt a what?”

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I may have spent a really long time making this cake today. As someone who thrives off creativity I had such a good time decorating it (and coming up with all the separate components). It’s also evident I am not the time of person who believes in ‘less is more’ 😉. The best part of it all is that ever single thing is vegan. Apart from cake making and the boring part of cleaning a very messy kitchen, I can’t actually remember what else I did today, although I did have a good solo dance party and watched a few episodes of Gilmore Girls.

 P.S cake taste great, thank goodness!


Like how they learn most things about each other- they were having a stupid petty fight. Rick got annoyed enough that he yelled at Stan in Spanish, expecting the insult to go over his head. He was not expecting a reply. What concerned him far more than Stan understanding the insult though, was that it implied that all those drunken romantic admissions of affection he’d often said in Spanish were also understood… 

“Yes Sanchez, I know you’re an emotional sap when you think no one can understand you.” wubba lubba dub dub

Right this second James Potter is sitting around a very crowded table. Remus and Sirius have just brought out a massive cake that Lily Luna may of may not have already licked some icing off. Lily and Ginny and clearing away the empty pizza boxes to make space for the enormous thing. Harry is sitting with his father and Albus arguing over who has messier hair whilst James Sirius and Teddy grab booby-trapped plates for everyone to eat off.

The whole family has got together to celebrate James’ 57th birthday. He’s never been happier.

All is well.

Happy Birthday, Love Bucky.

A/n: Right, it’s my birthday today and I was thinking earlier about how much better it would be if I could spend it with Bucky so I wrote this! First ever published ‘imagine’ so if it’s horrendous I can only apologise… Proof read by way of a text-speech device. Happy Birthday to anyone else with a birthday today!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 1480

Warnings: Bad writing?? Apart from that just fluff + Bucky being a complete sweetheart.

The rest of the team have gone on a mission, leaving you, still recovering from the last one so unable to join in, alone in the tower for the week. Well, not quite alone. Bucky is still here, not being anywhere near ready to return to duty yet, but with the way he silently moves around the place and hasn’t surfaced from his room in the last few days it feels as though you are the only one here. You wouldn’t have minded the quiet but today’s your birthday.

Not one to make a fuss, you didn’t even mention it to the others before they left and none of them seemed to remember when they debriefed earlier today, understandably too preoccupied with taking down the bad guys. That didn’t stop you feeling disappointed though. Deciding that you’ll just have to spoil yourself, you wander along to the common room to order the most unhealthy dinner you can, but stop short in the doorway at the sight that greets you.

“Happy Birthday Y/N.”

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In Sickness

IMAGINE: Making something special for your sick boyfriend. 

[gif is not mine. creds to the author. first time in a very long time using second pov, i might be a little bit rusty so forgive me.] 

warning: none

words: 957

You screwed your nose up in disgust as you mixed the carrot cake batter, you turned to Sam still mixing the bowl in your hand, “Are you sure this is right?” You scooped up some on your wooden spoon and watched it as it fell down to the bowl. “This consistency doesn’t look right.”

Sam chuckled as he watched you scoop it up and watch it fall down. “I’m sure. According to Tony and his sources.” He watched as you continued stirring the batter, “Alright. I think that’s enough.”

You placed down the bowl on the counter, and grabbing the tray you began pouring the batter in. “Let’s just hope that this one’s the right one.” You bit your lip as you hesitantly placed the tray in the oven.

“Well you do you know what they say -twelfth time’s the charm,” Sam winked as he placed a walnut in his mouth. You groaned and reached across to hit him in the arm. “That hurt, woman!”

“That is the foulest smelling thing,” you spoke as you closed the oven door. “Oh god, what happens if I accidentally kill him?” You turned around and looked at Sam with wide eyes.

Sam shrugged, “You could always try it on Bucky.”

“Okay, icing is on and it looks good if I do say so myself,” you grinned as you placed the finishing touches on the cake. “And it looks edible!”

Sam gave you two thumbs up, “Are you sure you don’t want to try it on Bucky first?”

A deadpan look came across your face, “Can you not for one second bring your obsessive nature on Bucky into my life?”

You gave a chuckle as Sam gasped, “I do not obsess!” You picked up the tray and walked out the kitchen, all the while ignoring Sam’s protests.

Gentle knocks rapped the door and you waited patiently until a weak, “Come in,” was heard. You turned the knob, carefully balancing the tray with one hand. As you entered you saw bits of crumpled up tissues on the floor, you scrunched your nose until you saw the figure on the bed.

Steve was there, a warm towel -you assume- placed on his head, blankets wrapped around him and boxes of tissues scattered around everywhere. “Hey Capsickle,” you emphasised the word sick and laughed silently as you heard him groan. Steve removed the towel and sat up smiling all the while. “You feeling better?”

“A bit, I still have a migraine and I can feel myself still running a fever,” he rubbed his eyes, then moved over so you could sit next to him. “What do you have there?”

You sat down gently next to him and placed the tray on your lap, “I may or may not have made you some of your favourite carrot cake.”

“From Poppa’s?” His eyes opened and looked down on the cake placed in your lap. Steve then gazed at you, tilting his head you can see the questions forming before he asked them. “But they closed down 10 years ago, no one knows their secret recipe.”

“I asked Tony to ask someone about it,” you picked a piece of icing with your finger and licked it.

Furrowing his brows, “You don’t bake. You hate baking, I’ve heard you say that multiple times. And you don’t know how to bake.”

You gasped at him, faking hurt, “I do know how to bake, thank you very much I just don’t want to. I mean I never needed to, either I had someone bake for me or I just bought one.” You shrugged, this time taking a piece and biting it. “Goddamn, I should bake more.”

Steve watched intently as you finished the piece off by licking the excess icing on your finger. As you picked up the next piece he grabbed your hand stilling it and moving it towards him. He opened his mouth as your hand guided by him moved closer. Finally, he placed the piece in his mouth, moaning as he did so.

You knew that he was trying to be sexy, but being surrounded by tissues, and your boyfriend looking like he came back from the dead wasn’t doing anything for you. “Steve, usually when you do that it’s hot, but I’m sorry darling it’s not doing anything for me.” You snickered at the look on his face, “Don’t worry I still find you sexy but I really don’t want to get with this when you’re sick.” You gestured at his blanket and jacket covered body.

Steve snuggled down into the pillows once again closing his eyes, “I don’t care. You baked for me because you looooove me,” you looked at him and there it was the shit-eating grin he often wore whenever you did uncharacteristically nice. You grabbed a pillow and lightly hit him in the chest, “It’s not nice to hit sickened!” You hit him once again, Steve opened one eye and looked at you, “Put those cakes on the table and come cuddle with me, I promise if you get sick I’ll make get you a cherry pie.”

“From Djornes?”

He scoffed, “No, I’ll make it. I’ll make it with love.”

“Ew no,” you burrowed into the covers with him, relishing in the way his arms felt around your waist. “If you’ll make it from that I might just throw up.” You heard him chuckle and felt the vibrations.

“Even if you don’t like it, you’ll still eat it because you love me, and that’s what people in love do, they do sickly sweet things for the people that they love.” Steve mumbled into your back. “But if you do get sick, I promise to make you one and get one from Djornes.”

The Geekiest Kind of Love- A Remus Lupin Fanfiction (Chapter 2)

                                “I don’t know but wow.”

“I will miss you both so, so much.” Mrs Cowling exclaimed, tears in the corners of her eyes. May, Nick, Harry and Rosie gathered together to give one another a warm group hug. Tears fell out of their eyes like separate waterfalls colliding together.

“Nicky! Babe, you’re here!” May heard the screech of the ugly crow that was known as her brother’s girlfriend.

“Hey Anna, how was your summer love?”

“Well…” And they both walked off.

“Goodbye, see you at Christmas.” Then, May stepped on the train looking for an empty compartment when somebody grabbed her and pulled her into a compartment.

“Ahhh, what are you doing?” May screamed, obviously terrified.

“Don’t worry M, it’s just me!” May recognized the sweet voice as Lily Evans plus she was the only one who called May ’M’.

“Anyway I was wondering if you wanted to sit with us?” Lily asked that daunting question. May looked at the three judging faces of Alice Deforest, Dorcas Meadows and Marlene McKinnon, contemplating whether or not she wanted to sit with them.

“Erm, no thank you, I would rather read on my own, with no distractions, but thank you for the offer. Bye.” As May walked out, she heard the comments begin.

“Who does that bitch think she is, the queen?” Marlene said that, she could recognize that bitchy tone anywhere. Not thinking other people might still be in the hallway of the train, she ran- as fast as her little legs would take her- through it until a rock hard chest stopped her and her 5" 4’ figure fell to the ground.

“Jesus May, you scared the life out of me!” It was Adam Hale, Nick’s best friend and wow, he was gorgeous. Sure, May was in love with Lupin but can’t a girl have the cake and eat it too?

“Oh-h, sorry Adam I didn’t see you there.” May managed to splutter out with a sour smile.

“You okay?” Maybe May could get over Remus, maybe Adam could be interested in her, if only.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just wanted an empty compartment so I could read.”

“Okay well, see you later- nerd.” Adam finished with a smile, then tripped over himself trying to walk away. May giggled then carried on her important quest: to find am empty compartment.

“Nearly there boys, lets get changed.” Sirius Black said while his head was sticking out of the window like a dog. Remus just smiled, glad that his friend were all finally happy.

“So Mooney, any girls on the scene?” Asked a nearly naked Prongs curiously.

“No Prongs, you know a girl would never like me, I’m a nerd and not to mention a monster!” Remus replied, obviously getting angry.

“Remus!, you are not a monster at all! You’re caring, smart, kind, lovable and a good, no, amazing friend! Any girl would be lucky to have someone as kind as you. Trust me.” As soon as Sirius finished his touching speech, a beautiful brunette walked past the closed compartment with a book in her hands.

“Whoa, who’s that?” Padfoot asked, wanting to pounce on the mysterious girl.

“I don’t know but wow.” Commented James, which was a surprise to everybody since he was so infatuated with Lily Evans.

“She would be the perfect girl for you Mooney, I mean look, she’s carrying a book! A book!”

“Okay, okay, I heard you the first time you said book, anyway, that’s May Marie Cowling. She’s in Gryffindor I think, friend of Evan’s maybe. I don’t know, never talked to her before.” Remus said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You should talk- there’s my second home!” Sirius shouted, while cutting his own sentence off.

And soon, the blue eyed girl was forgotten but what the four boys didn’t realise was, the girl was listening to every word the said.

anonymous asked:

how about beronica + saying their i love yous for the first time? <3

this has been sitting in my box forever and im sooory for that that :( but i do hope this makes up for it! this is overly cheesy because im in that mood. i hope you like it and thank you sm for sending this in!

Betty has known that she is in love with Veronica Lodge for a while now.

She doesn’t think about it too hard, doesn’t have a panic attack about it, doesn’t spend hours upon hours trying to dissect it, she just feels something one day, a feeling that’s been growing and warming her chest for months and she just–knows. She knows that her heart will always beat a little faster every time Veronica smiles at her, she knows that she’ll never tire of the way Veronica’s thumb strokes her jaw every time they kiss, she knows that she could go her whole life sleeping with Veronica who always has to have a majority of the blankets and practically sleeps on top of Betty because she loves listening to the blonde’s heartbeat and never tire of it.

She knows this is it for her.

But actually voicing those three little words to her girlfriend of nearly eight months is a whole other ball game.

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FicRequest: Cake or Dessert?

FicRequst: Cake or Dessert?
Pairing: Mirror!Leonard x Reader
Word Count: 496
For the sweet @earinafae
Warnings: This may have gotten a little smutty.
A/N: Apparently I want cake today.

Entering Leonard’s quarters without permission was taking your life into your hands, but you loved to live dangerously. The doctor was currently in the Medbay, leaving his quarters empty for your explore. You had been dating for a couple months now and you had never been able to snoop around his quarters without his watchful eye on you. You gazed over his many books, mostly technical medical journals, letting your hand lazily travel across the bookshelves. The room smelled like Leonard, musky and something that was uniquely him. It was a calming place to be even though some of the things you two did in the room were decidedly not calm.

Investigating his small kitchen, you open the refrigerated compartment, looking for something cold to drink and you eyes land on the most delicious strawberry topped chocolate cheesecake you had ever seen. Carefully taking it out and putting it on the counter, your better judgement tells you to put it back and run away, but every other cheesecake-loving particle in you says to take a bite. The war inside you was raging when a growl and gruff voice broke into your thoughts.

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30K Celebration: This Or That?

Originally posted by thereisthedoorbaby

Missed yesterday’s Favorite Things About Me? Click HERE!

1.      Lace or velvet? Velvet, and I’m not saying that just because I love red velvet cake….though that may have something to do with it.

2.      Paperbacks or hard covers? Paperbacks. That way, I can bend it if I need to while reading.

3.      Forest or beach? I prefer beaches; they feel safer to me. Sort of ironic because I can barely swim.

4.      Thunderstorm or sunny? Thunderstorms. Bright sunshine hurts my eyes.

5.      Vanilla or honey scented? That’s…that’s hard! Maybe vanilla? I really like the smell of honey, though…

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anonymous asked:

I totally ship Leokumi, but what are your reasons for shipping it? :o

Alright!! I’m sorry for taking this long to reply, but I’ll try my best!
tl;dr version: i just want my pineapple son to be happy + i think they have a very good chemistry going on between them! + i’m a easily influenced person pls sAVE ME

The no tl;dr version:

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The RFA and Cooking


I got a lil passionate in Jumin’s


  • So he’s actually an alright cook, but he’s definitely more of a helper than someone who does it all by himself (although he definitely will do it all by himself if it’s your birthday or some other special occasion centered around you… or if you’re too sick to cook)
  • But he’s able to keep the food from burning, which is definitely a good sign.
  • He knows how to crack eggs and makes sure that there’s no egg shell left.
  • He tends to go for more simple things, like grilled cheese sandwiches, or an already cooked rotisserie chicken, or scrambled eggs.
  • Zen does get better over time though!


  • Sure, he knows how to make strawberry pancakes… but that’s the ONLY thing he knows how to make.
  • Otherwise?
  • He probably doesn’t know what cereal and milk is.
  • He probably doesn’t even know what an oven is, or what a microwave is.
  • He once tried to bake you a cake, but he couldn’t figure out how to fit the metal cake pan into the microwave.
  • Eventually V had to tell him to put it in the oven.
  • The cake ended up having pieces of egg shell in it because he thought you were supposed to just put the eggs in without cracking them first (and yet he remembers to crack the eggs when he makes the strawberry pancakes for some reason).
  • The cake may have also been a bit charred, so he threw it out and just asked the chef to make you a cake.
  • This man knows everything business, wine, and cats, BUT DON’T SEND HIM INTO THE KITCHEN!!!!
  • Honestly if it weren’t for his chef he probably would have starved to death by now… and would then turn into a skeleton in a suit sitting on Rika’s bed at her apartment (lol inside jokes at their finest this one’s for you Catty)
  • The secret fourth bad end that Cheritz never wrote is when you encouraged Jumin to try cooking and he ended up burning the penthouse down


  • Similar to Zen, she’s also a decent cook; she just simply doesn’t have the time to cook bc Jumin keeps piling work onto her
  • But post-route, she becomes a lot better, as you two prepare to open the coffee shop
  • You two cook dinner together every night for the most part
  • Although she’ll take care of all the cooking on your birthday, and you’ll take care of all the cooking on her birthday
  • Similar to Zen, and unlike Jumin, she remembers to crack the eggs first.
  • She never gets to the level of like a world-class chef because you’re both so busy with the coffee shop, but she does come to enjoy it over time


  • Okay this precious boyf of yours LOVES cooking like it’s canon
  • And he’s known for his omelettes, so HE KNOWS HOW TO CRACK HIS EGGS *cracks knuckles to prepare to crack his eggs*
  • He’s not that great at first, but like Zen and Jaehee, gets better over time
  • But he gets this beautiful twinkle in his eye when he succeeds (and you see this more often as he gets better)
  • He always insists on cooking for you, even if you actually like cooking (unlike me)
  • He’s just
  • So precious


  • He could actually be an okay cook, unlike Jumin
  • He just… doesn’t bother to try
  • Has zero interest in cooking
  • So I hope you like cooking otherwise you’re stuck with either takeout or chips all the time
  • And while Honey Buddha Chips are delicious you can’t live on that
  • It’s a wonder that Seven does tbh
  • He claims that he has too much work to do to cook
  • But post route… you know that’s not the case bc spoilers he left the agency

That coconut, courgette and red lentil dahl was an absolute revelation.
I eat so much better lately. I thought cutting out meat could make the impromptu picnic days of grab and go food more difficult but it doesnt seem to. Any other time I’d have just bought a cheap sandwich that wouldn’t have filled me up and god knows what kind of processed meat would’ve been in it.
And I may have bought the children cakes so that actually I can eat all those tarts because they’re a dream.