my own invention

I need a cooking show where the contestants are tasked with recreating fictional dishes

Like

“Make this dish that showed up in that anime one time - it looks like this and it’s slightly spicy. This is all we know” *shows big picture on a screen*

or

“Your task today is to make a health potion. It should be able to stay preserved for a week in room temperature, at least. But it’s not like we can really check that on a 1 hour show. Still, keep it in mind”

and then the old man who lives alone with two dogs and a cat wins, and the gamer and the anime nerd look at him in horror whispering “how…” to themselves

or something

but yeah I need this

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everything i read in 2017: deltora quest series by emily rodda

“the enemy is clever and sly, and to its anger and envy a thousand years is like the blink of an eye”

We should also consider a PCS addendum called the Hanyu Addendum.

In extreme cases of necessity (see Free Skate Worlds 2017) or when the scoreboard is in risk of being broken into pieces, the Judges may request that the Hanyu Addendum be instituted in order to atribute up to a maximum of 15 points in PCS, in order that the difference between TES and PCS be less and/or equal to 20 points.
(Hanyu Addendum to be applied to every skater not just its erstwhile namesake.)

Feel free to tweak/suggest improvements to the Hanyu PCS Addendum.

Date Night

Penny comes home to a quiet apartment on Friday night.

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Penny

I open the door and see Simon’s head where it shouldn’t be: the couch.

“Did your date get canceled?” I call from the doorway. He shrugs with a small smile and points down at the couch.

I make my way over to him, dropping my bags in a trail along the floor. My back is going to hunch like an old lady by the time I’m thirty because I always take half the apartment with me when I leave for class. My shoes hit the couch with a thud as I fling them off.

I regret making all the noise because now I see that Simon isn’t alone on the couch.

Baz is curled up with his head in Simon’s lap, eyes peacefully closed and resting. Simon uses one hand to balance a textbook on the arm of the couch, and the other hand is holding Baz’s. He must have fallen asleep like that.

“He fell asleep as soon as he got here,” Simon whispers.

“He must be exhausted. Isn’t he taking more than a full course load this quarter?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad he’s getting some sleep.”

“Yeah,” sighs Simon. “How was your lecture? Did you teacher give back your paper yet?”

“No.” It sweet of Simon to remember, because he really doesn’t have to. He still keeps up with what’s going on in my classes, even though we’re not in the same ones anymore.

We’re talking in hushed tones, and Simon closes his textbook to run his fingers across Baz’s hair. I don’t know if he’s consciously doing this, or if it’s a habit his hands have learned to do on their own. “Lecture was good, though,” I say. “I got in a fight.”

“With the usual girl?”

“Yeah, the Tory. I gave her such a good smack down. A few people clapped.”

I grab the blanket we keep near the couch and lay it over Baz. It’s the big blue one with down inside and it’s also his favorite—I can’t believe I know this. I never thought I’d have a future where I would know Baz Pitch’s blanket preferences.

“You’re going to become friends with her one day,” Simon tells me.

I roll my eyes. “Not all of us make peace with our enemies by snogging them, Simon.”

He grins at that and looks down at Baz, and I see him get lost for a bit. I give them hell for their stupid flirting, mostly because it pales to moments like this. Quiet moments, when they both find some peace by being together. I wonder how long he’s been bound to this couch, trying not to disturb his sleeping boyfriend.

They were supposed to go to a fancy restaurant tonight, and Simon put a lot of effort into getting a reservation. I don’t think Simon cares that they’re missing it. With the way Simon is looking at Baz right now, I think that this is Simon’s idea of a date. Spending time close to each other, making sure they’re taking care of themselves. Staying inside, away from the pressures of the city. Inside, where Baz can fall asleep on Simon’s lap when he needs, and Simon can play with his hair.

“You guys are sweet,” I say. Simon rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “Let’s get take out when he wakes up.”

There’s quiet for a few nice moments, but then I look at Baz and find that he’s looking at me.

“I’m not asleep anymore, Bunce.” The tosser. He heard me.

“Good morning, love,” says Simon. I think Baz would start poking fun at me, but he responds to Simon’s voice like a call, immediately turning to look at him. Everything about Baz changes when Simon calls him ‘love’. They’re getting lost in staring at each other.

“It’s still the evening, Snow,” Baz protests. He pulls Simon’s hand from his hair, kisses it, then holds it to his chest.

I make a big show of groaning and loudly place our food order, but I’m happy for them. There are so many times that we could have fallen apart, but we haven’t. Not yet. And I don’t think we will. I think we’re going to keep on getting through this.

I hang up the phone and am forced shove a pillow in their faces because they’re snogging. Already.

“But I thought we were sweet, Pen,” says Baz, and I smack him with a pillow again, then jump on the couch to sit between them, the three of us nestled under the blanket, hiding from the world and waiting for our food to arrive. It’s such a lame way to spend Friday night, but it’s what we usually do. I think we earned this, after everything. 

Above me, I hear a wet smacking sound. Being short is horrible, sometimes.

“I swear, if you are snogging directly above my own head I will invent a new spell so horrible you will never recover.”

I feel them break apart from either side of me. Baz laughs, but his voice still sounds sleepy when he speaks to me. “Tell me about the smack down you gave at lecture today. And from the beginning, your lecture stories are always epic.”

They are epic. But still, it’s nice to hear it from him. I start from the top.

I’ve been preparing for a Ye Olde SCA campout this weekend.

My technique in sewing medieval clothes without a paper pattern is a little involved, but I like being able to make a garment and have it fit perfectly the first time I put it on, without having to do a fitting even one time.

How do I do this? Two programs - MakeHuman and Marvelous Designer

- I made a perfect 3D model of myself in MakeHuman by using my measurements and height, following this tutorial

- I imported the creepily perfect 3D model of myself into Marvelous Designer.

- I took medieval patterns from the internet, traced them, and resized them to fit the perfect 3D model of me. Like this t-tunic.

or more complicated clothes:

- Cut out the fabric using the same dimensions, adding a seam allowance

- sew it together (correctly the first time, not wasting fabric)

The first time I made a t-tunic, it went over my head and fit perfectly. I made a t-tunic for my brother using this technique, and he didn’t have to be involved in the process at all except for putting it over his head and it fitting perfectly. 

The hard part would be cutting out the fabric for more complicated clothes, but with ancient/custom clothing like this, you’d have to find a way to do that anyway. With this program, you know at least that it’s going to fit your beautiful body, and there’s less chance of wasting expensive linen..

I was actually using this technique to make custom 3D clothing to fit a Skyrim character (a much more difficult and painstaking process), but then realized that the skillset of making 3D model clothes could be applied to real life. And now all I want to do is invent my own weirdly perfect wizard fashion clothes, or even just make custom normal clothes that fit me weirdly perfectly.

“Painting for me lies in the pure pleasure of invention,” Francis Picabia wrote in 1927.

“Working on the Picabia exhibition even led to my own inventions! Here I am in my hand-painted costume inspired by the artist’s designs for his Relâche dancers. Everything is more fun when you’re wearing dots!”

Francis Picabia curatorial assistant Talia Kwartler shows us just how easy it is to get in the Arty Gras spirit! Join us tomorrow night, Sunday 2/26, when PopRally brings the ultimate Mardi Gras celebration to MoMA with live music by High & Mighty Brass Band, custom masks by Damien Davis, open bar, and some good old plain fun. Costumes welcome. Get tickets here.

Witchy Ways To Protect Yourself/Protection Spells

NOTE: Many of these are my own invention, just thought you should know. 

By protection I am referring to spiritual protection and protection from negative energy and bad spells. I am also suggesting the use of these (not in place of actual psychiatric help) for people with anxiety disorders and other disorders that can cause paranoia. Using these for nightmares could also be beneficial.

For these you don’t need ingredients (except two of these of course) so even closeted witches can do them. 

Plant Helpers

-If you want to use something alive for protection then ferns and cactuses might be a good plants to use. Keep in mind this is my own invention but blessing the plant by charging them can help keep bad things away. Put an emotion (a positive one such as peace, love, happiness, etc.) Into the plant. You don’t necessarily have to touch the plant themselves but you can touch the pot they are in. Close your eyes and picture a light of the color of your choice surrounding the plant. Imagine that light going into every part of the plant and then spreading out to touch you and the room. Picture a lock in the middle of the light that locks itself to keep you safe. You can also whisper this to the plant: “Dear little friend, keep me safe unto the end.”

-Imagine your heart. See it beating within your chest. Envision a flower of your choice flowing from it and wrapping you in its roots. Repeat to yourself: “All is well and I am safe, from here to every space. The plant shall hold me safe and sound, to protect me from what’s around.”

Animal Helpers

-Put snake statues at every corner of the room you sleep in. This is what the Ancient Egyptians did to fight off nightmares.

-Picture your heart (it doesn’t have to be anatomically accurate). Envision a glowing ball of light flowing out of it and transforming into an animal that brings you comfort, be it a real or mythical animal and in the color of your choice. See that animal gently leaping from your chest to the floor of the room you are in. Imagine that they are encircling your body in a blanket of light that surrounds all parts of you almost like a mummy. As they tuck the last of the blanket around you, slowly repeat these words: “Friend of joy, friend of light; keep me safe each day and night.”

Misc.

-Imagine a light comes from within your heart or brain and envelopes you in a bubble. Feel the warmth of this bubble around you and see the way it holds you safe and sound. Know that all bad energies will bounce off the bubble and not reach you. 

I feel like I’m never gonna be 100% sure about what I want do with my life. I’m constantly changing my mind because i have so many interests and want to do so many things that i should just invent my own career lmao

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this is literally the most beautiful man ive ever laid eyes on he’s so breathtaking everything about him is so pretty every time i see him i forget to breathe i don’t wanna sound like some cheesy fake deep bitch but he’s literally more beautiful than all the stars combined the moon can’t compare to him the sun doesn’t shine as half as much as he does when he smiles his kindness and love is so evident in everything he does he cares so much for others so much i admire him more than words can explain all he wants is for people to be happy he’s so good i wish i could invent my own i love johnny of nct language so i can fully be able to express my love and adoration for him he owns my entire heart i love him so mcuh he’s m

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My AU - pirates NaLu.

Natsu is the capitan of pirates’ command “Fairy Tail”.
Lucy is the commander of Magnolia’s sea police.
I invented my own story and drew some illustrations for it. And, may be, with my friends, I’ll write fanfic. But it will be on Russian language.Except it I want to draw other FT chars from the story.