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ryanmarshallryan · 2 years

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Saw a funny book in the bookstore yesterday on interesting sex advice, and I just finished listening to an audiobook of the third Harry Potter book and thought it’d be fun to write a little article as if it were in a gay wizarding romance self-help book.

“The Way to a Wizard’s Heart”

An excerpt from Salvatore Scintilla’s “Supernatural Secrets to Spice up Sensual Schemes”

Are you hungering for new sensual discoveries with your partner? Do you want to be so close with someone you’d want to literally be under their skin, or vice versa? Do you resonate with the phrase “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?”

We have the perfect solution for every wizard with a “vore”-ny desire! We’ll go through a list of tips on how to safely eat or be eaten by your lover!

Disclaimer: Attempting this activity could result in digestion of the prey, indigestion of the pred, and host of other related maladies associated with eating a large quantity of food or simply being eaten. Salvatore Scintilla is not responsible for any results that may occur. Please only attempt if both parties can reasonably complete all of the steps.

Step 1: Preparing the Paunch

There are a variety of ways to prepare a pred’s stomach to hold the prey inside. The safest method is using an enlargement spell. The pred should remove any clothing articles that cover his abdomen and chest. Have the prey take out their wand and clearly speak “Engorgio!” while focusing on the belly region of the pred. Continue growing the pred's belly to satisfaction before completing the spell. Make sure the prey rubs the pred’s belly to help prevent discomfort.

Another option is to use a Swelling Solution, a recipe for which can be found on page 57. The prey should put on gloves of a non-porous material before touching the Swelling Solution. It is very important that the pred does not drink the swelling solution. The prey must lather a thin layer of the solution over the pred’s stomach and give it time to grow.

Sometimes when enlarging a pred’s stomach, the belly may look unnaturally large in relation to other body parts. It is fine for the pred to ingest a Plumping Potion (instructions to make on page 60) at least 27 hours before this activity. This will fatten him up adding a considerable amount of girth to his entire body temporarily for a week or so.

Now that the stomach has more adequate space to contain a prey, it is time to neutralize the stomach acids in order to not harm the prey. Have the pred swallow a Boring Base or and Absolute Alkaline Ale and wait 5-10 minutes before continuing to Step 3. These brews only last a maximum of 6 hours so it is important to complete Step 5 before that time. Find these recipes at the end of the article.

Step 2: Spicing Up the Sustenance

Have the prey strip down to their desired clothing amount. It may be most comfortable for both if the prey is naked, as it will be a smoother trip down into the stomach.

Make sure the prey is seated or in a stable position where the are unlikely to fall down. The pred should take out their wand and cast a Slippery Spell over the prey’s body, by speaking the words “Attritus!” If done correctly, the prey will have reduced friction with any surface he comes in contact with. This will help avoid rashes or scrapes from teeth or sharp hairs.

The prey should be a tasty meal of course, so it is up to the digression of the pred and prey to decide what kind of foods, if any, to lather the prey’s body with. A popular option includes temperature play by spooning ice cream all over the prey’s chest. Another option is to brew a large soup or brew, cast a freezing charm onto the prey and have them steep in the liquid for a while to absorb some flavor. It is also just as tasty to swallow a prey as is! We've tried it all and each method is delicious.

Once in the stomach there will be minimal oxygen inside the pred’s belly, so it may suit the prey to eat a Respiratus Conifer cone before Step 3. This will allow him to hold his breath for upwards of an hour. Otherwise the pred should belch and swallow air continuously every 15 minutes to replenish the oxygen supply.

Step 3: Downing the Dinner

Wait right there! We know you’re hungry, but before the actual vore, there is one more crucial spell to cast. Have the prey cast an Elasticity Charm on the mouth and throat of the pred using the incantation “Flecto Faucium!” If done correctly the digestive tract will bend and stretch to accommodate the large mortal morsel of food and allow him safe passage into the stomach.

You’ve finally made it to the best part! Time to eat. The pred should be getting hungry after all that spell work, and the prey should be prepared for an extended stay in a bulbous belly! Preds, choose your pace and begin swallowing your prey!

Swallowing a prey headfirst is a wonderful option, perfect for romantics who would like to begin their supper with a steamy snogg. Swallowing a prey feet first is another viable option, great for adventurous preys who enjoy watching themselves slowly being sucked down into their pred’s belly. Also perfect for feet lovers! Other less common options include the prey curling up into a ball or being folded in half like a hot dog bun and swallowed both head and feet first! Or butt first could be fun for those who like an ass appetizer.

Step 4: Vorny Vocations

The prey should be snuggly inside the pred by now. You know what to do! It’s time to do whatever fun sensuous activities you both enjoy. Perhaps some mutual masturbation? Maybe some stomach rubbing, inside and out? Maybe some light taunting? This is a great excuse to play with your food. Let your kinks run wild!

Step 5: Goodbye to the Gut

Assuming the prey would not like to make his stay in the pred’s stomach permanent, it is time to bounce from the belly.

The best way is for the prey to apparate out of the pred’s stomach, but if that is not possible, or if they prey does not have their apparating license, it is best to simply vomit up the prey. If the pred is having trouble expelling the contents of their belly orally, a simple Puking Potion, or even a Belching Blend, should help the prey out in no time at all. Both can be found on page 62.

Step 6: Shrinking the Stomach

Most charms should wear off in the following 24 hours, but for immediate help try the following.

To reduce the stomach of the pred to its normal size simply cast a shrinking charm, “Reducio,” on the pred’s belly to desired size. If the prey is still slippery simply use “Finite Incantatem” to end the effects of the spell.

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Have any feedback for us? Send your owl to Salvatore Scintilla! Accidentally digested your prey? Sorry about that. Hope you stay out of Azkaban! Good luck and happy snacking.

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wodjz · 3 years

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❤︎ ; 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾!

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bananaofswifts · 4 years

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Taylor Swift needs your approval. She always has. As an artist and a woman, she’s been conditioned to do the right thing since she was a child. To live for applause. To measure her worth in pats on the head. “My entire moral code is a need to be thought of as ‘good,’” the mega-famous musician confesses at the beginning of Lana Wilson’s “Miss Americana,” a safe but sincere and enormously winsome documentary about Swift’s long road to self-acceptance. And yet, for someone who’s “built their whole belief system on getting people to clap for you,” a single murmur in the crowd can be enough to tilt their world off its axis.

Absurd as it might sound to plebes like us, the Kanye incident at the 2009 VMAs was shattering for Swift. It pierced the thin veil of validation that she needed as a buffer between the diaristic intimacy of her writing and the global popularity of her records, and it precipitated a fraught period of her career where it felt as if the entire planet was trying to boo her off the stage.

Anyone who’s paid even a scintilla of attention to pop culture over the last 10 years already knows the words to this song: Every move Swift made was suddenly filtered through the most cynical lens that people could find. Every harmony became a scandal, every chorus became a coded message, and every attempt to rise above the fray only found Swift digging herself a deeper hole. The Grammys — an infallible awards show that has never had any problems whatsoever — didn’t even nominate the superstar’s hyper-reactive sixth album for the same prizes that her last record had won. Like so many people who powered their way into the public eye, Swift just wanted to be liked. And like so many people who have just wanted to be liked, Swift only trusted the people who made a bloodsport of denying her that satisfaction. “I became the person everyone wanted me to be,” Swift sighs, but when too many people wanted her to be too many things, her most reliable defense mechanism was soured into a recipe for self-loathing.

“Miss Americana” is made with the kind of conditional transparency that we’ve come to expect from authorized movies about famous musicians (Beyoncé, Rihanna, and Lady Gaga have all participated in similar documentaries for streaming platforms, to say nothing of glossy studio biopics like “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “Rocketman”), and this confectionary portrait definitely functions as a sensational piece of PR. But the decision to hire Wilson — a dignified filmmaker whose “After Tiller” evinced both a deep concern for female agency and an uncompromising distaste for bullshit — suggests that Swift and her team weren’t wholly interested in propaganda. As Swift observes in the movie, powerful women are given the almost impossible task of being “strategic” but not “calculating,” and Wilson is so good at splitting the difference that some of her documentary’s most humanizing moments are beautiful for how they contradict Swift’s intention.

Private without being invasive, “Miss Americana” follows Swift almost everywhere she goes. Wilson walks Swift backstage, waits for her in her armored black Suburban, and sits across from her on the superstar’s private jet. Fans will lose their minds over the studio footage of Swift fumbling through rough drafts of their favorite songs. But certain things are off limits: Her actor boyfriend Joe Alwyn never shows his face to the camera, despite Swift giving a long soliloquy about her soul-completing need to call someone at the end of the night. And her mother’s breast cancer — which Swift explicitly sings about in the heartbreaking “Soon You’ll Get Better” — is only mentioned in passing.

Sometimes those redacted areas leave too much blank space for Wilson to paper over, but at other times they help narrow the movie down to the raw (and all too relatable) story of a girl who’s on the brink of 30 and still trying to find a sustainable measure of serenity. “Do you really care if the internet doesn’t like you today if your mom is sick from chemo?,” Swift asks the camera at one point. And in lesser hands, that moment would have settled as a rhetorical question from a beautiful and ridiculously powerful multi-millionaire who’s learning to delineate between the things she can control and the things she can’t. In the broader context of Wilson’s film however, that question doesn’t seem rhetorical at all. The answer is yes. You do always care. Selling out Madison Square Garden doesn’t stop you from feeling alone. Singing like you have nothing to lose doesn’t protect you from an eating disorder. The threat of losing your closest friend doesn’t inure you from the kindness of strangers.

The power of “Miss Americana” is in watching someone who stands astride the world gradually realize that her art is the only thing that she can control. If she can only hear the boos, it doesn’t matter how loudly the rest of the world is clapping, and so she might as well do what makes her feel good. Woke Swift, who rises like a phoenix from the ashes of the singer’s sexual assault trial, is an astonishing thing to see. By that point in the film, we fully appreciate how difficult it is for Swift to alienate any portion of her fanbase, though Wilson includes a heated debate between the articulate star and her overprotective dad for good measure. It’s a thrilling contrast to what happens a few minutes later, when months of careful preparation are poured into a single Instagram post (a hilarious moment that finds Swift and a publicist named Tree Paine swigging wine as they nervously jitter around the musician’s iPhone).

It’s truly enough to make you feel like an asshole for ever thinking that Swift was some kind of Aryan crypto-fascist, and not just a mega-famous young woman who didn’t yet love herself enough to be hated for her convictions. Some astonishingly high praise: Swift’s personal growth is so pure that it redeems the cringe-inducing poptimism of those first two “Lover” singles. By the time “Miss Americana” resolves as an unambiguous plea for young people to vote Trump out of office this fall — complete with a sweet new song to hammer the message home — it’s hard to fathom how people will find new ways to dislike Swift after this. They will (make no mistake, the internet always finds a way), but for now, Taylor Swift has done the right thing by ignoring what might happen if she did the “wrong” one. And she earns our approval.

Grade: B+

#taylor swift

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mintymiknow · 5 years

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Lucky and In Love [Changbin] and Pull Me In [Hyunjin]

* I put two drabbles in one post so as to avoid spamming or something. Basically, there are two separate drabbles in this post!

These drabbles are part of the 50 Kisses Drabble Challenge! [Requested: Number 16 + Changbin and then Number 22 + Hyunjin]

Number 16: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person

Number 22: A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party

A/N: As promised, here are two more drabbles for the 50 Drabbles. As I’ve said in posts before, I’ll be taking a break (for now!) in writing said drabbles. I’m going to be writing for Scintilla, my Red Queen AU. Don’t worry, I’m still going to finish all 50 Drabbles, but let me just take a break for a while. I want to write other things first. Anyway, hope you enjoy these two drabbles first. Changbin’s one is part of the same universe where Dark and Light (my other Changbin scenario) takes place in!

Lucky and In Love [Changbin] -- Hogwarts AU

“Ok, but in all honesty,” Changbin asks rather seriously, “do you think I’d be excused from taking my Divination test if I ‘accidentally’ drank a Draught of Living Death potion?”

You laugh while flipping through a potions book, “I doubt it. It’s your fault you drank it, so why would the professor excuse you?”

Changbin sits with his arms crossed, face contorting with concentration. “Ok, but what if I didn’t technically drink it myself?”

“Like saying an ‘oh, y/n put in my drink and I didn’t know’ kind excuse?” you smirk.

“I wasn’t going there, but I guess?” Changbin chuckles, sitting straighter this time.

You let out a little giggle before turning your attention back to your book. As you read the “recipes” for several potions, Changbin wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. You hum in response, simply to acknowledge his little action. “Veritaserum.” he suddenly whispers close to your ear.

You cock an eyebrow at the male, “What about it?”

“It’s a truth potion of sorts.” Changbin naughtily wiggles his eyebrows, obviously scheming, “What if I gave that to the professor and asked him all sorts of questions during the test?”

You narrow your eyes at the Gryffindor boy before breaking out into an amused grin. You don’t know how Changbin did it – how his tone could be so serious and firm, yet his eyes held a playful and cheeky sparkle in them. “Binnie, why don’t you just ask me for help? I can help you study if you want.” you pinch his cheek while pointing at the potions book with your other hand.

Changbin smiles, “You sure about that?”

“Definitely.” you lean against his body, bringing the book to rest on your lap, “You’ve done so much for me; it’s my turn to help.”

Changbin lets out a little “yay” before settling into a more comfortable position with you in his arms. Never in the school’s history would anyone expect that Changbin – star Gryffindor boy, and you – Slytherin’s princess, would end up falling in love with each other. Cliché, maybe. Cheesy to some, definitely. But he was your cliché love story. You took pride in that; Changbin was your light, and you couldn’t ask for anything else.

After discussing a few potions such as Amortentia and the Polyjuice Potion, you flip the page and read about the infamous Liquid Luck. Changbin’s mouth forms an “o” when he sees it, shaking your figure like a child seeking attention. “Y/n, we should brew Felix Felicis so I can take it before my test!”

You stifle a laugh before slapping his arm, “Binnie, no potions for you! You’re going to study properly and ace that test.”

“Why do you sound like Chan or Woojin?” Changbin mumbles.

“Would you rather I sound like Minho? Or Seungmin?” you taunt, knowing how those two’s sarcasm really riled up Changbin.

You tear your eyes away from the book and turn to face Changbin, only for your heart to skip a beat at his pouty expression. “What’s wrong, baby Binnie?” you coo, booping his nose gently.

Changbin continues to pout at you – a side of his that is rarely shown to others, perhaps only to you and the other boys. His eyebrows knit together in the cutest way, and all sense of him being the “tough, bad boy” flies out the window faster than a Golden Snitch.

You giggle before pressing your lips softly to his. The touch was feather soft, causing a few magical sparkles to course through yours and Changbin’s bodies. When you pull away, his pout is long gone and is replaced with a sheepish grin. “Do it again.” Changbin smirks.

You mirror the gesture, pulling at his red-and-gold tie to kiss him once again. Perhaps this is what drinking Amortentia would do. Or maybe this is what drinking Felix Felicis would feel like.

But then again, neither of you needed any potions whatsoever. You were lucky and very much in love without such concoctions. The potions book that had fallen to the floor as you kissed Changbin would like to agree.

Pull Me In [Hyunjin]

It wouldn’t be your regular dance practice if Hyunjin wasn’t messing with you.

“Hwang Hyunjin, give that back!” you call out as Hyunjin holds your phone up high, taking advantage of his height.

“Not until you change the song!” Hyunjin laughs, “Enough sexy music, more party songs!”

You groan and claw at the male in a rather pathetic attempt to get your phone back, “Hyunjin!”

Hyunjin’s laugh is light and teasing, as his smile is extremely charming, eyes twinkling with pure joy. “Ok, ok, here.”

He lowers his arm, but instead of giving you your phone as you were expecting, his flings it across the room. Panic rushes through you as you feel your heart leap out. Thankfully, the phone lands on the small couch in the room.

You sigh in relief, walking over to retrieve that which was “stolen” from you. You pause the music that was playing and chuck your phone back on the seat. “Why are you just smiling there?” you question the male.

Hyunjin shrugs innocently, “Because…you’re cute when you’re angry? Like, do you see those memes with a tiny person getting angry?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” you deadpan, “Tall people privileges.”

Hyunjin raises his hands as if surrendering, “Not my fault.”

With a small smile, you walk over to him and reach up to lace your fingers with his. Hyunjin softly smiles as you do so, squeezing your hands a little tighter. In one, swift motion, he pulls you closer, immediately snaking his arms around your waist. It never fails to amaze – and amuse – you on how Hyunjin can look like a sweet, charming boy for a moment, then turn into a literal walking temptation in a split second.

His gaze on you is intense, and there’s a darkness in his eyes; lust, not quite, but more of a hypnotizing darkness. You never truly know what to call this charm of his, but you find yourself being pulled in.

Not a second later, Hyunjin presses his lips to yours, not even bothering to go slow. He isn’t rough, but you wouldn’t say he was taking his time either. Adrenaline rushing through your veins, you coil your arms around his neck and stand on your toes. The male supports you, arms wrapped around your figure much more securely now. When he trails his kisses down your exposed neck, you hum in delight, running your fingers through his messy caramel hair. You feel his lips journey lower, so you cup his face and whisper, “Not so fast, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin chuckles lowly, giving you a nod, “Fine, fine.”

His lips are on yours again, kissing you with a fire much more intense than before. You let him explore every inch as he pleases, and as a result, your knees go weak. You hug him tighter for support as you keep up with him.

However, before anything escalates, the door swings open, and Lee Felix happily beams, “Hey guys!”

You detach yourself from Hyunjin, eyes wide and heart thumping. Felix stands there, mouth agape as his eyes shift back and forth between you and Hyunjin. Hyunjin tries to speak but ends up stuttering, not a single word forming properly.

“Wait – ”

“Oh my – ”

“Felix, don’t!”

All three of you say simultaneously, just as Chan and Woojin walk into the room.

“What now?”

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thekitchentube · 4 years

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🍽️ Gɴᴏᴄᴄʜᴇᴛᴛɪ & Sᴘᴀɢʜᴇᴛᴛɪ ᴅɪ Cᴀʀᴏᴛᴀ ᴇ Zᴇɴᴢᴇʀᴏ ᴄᴏɴ Eᴅᴀᴍᴀᴍᴇ , Cᴀᴠᴏʟғɪᴏʀᴇ ᴇ Mᴇɴᴛᴀ 🔸 "...𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 '𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘦...” Ecco come si può brevemente quanto efficacemente riassumere la percezione dei fagioli di Soia per un nativo capitolino, liberamente tratto da un bel testo di Carl Brave ed Elisa 🎶. Ci sentiamo un po così 😌 a cucinare con questi ingredienti, ma il fatto è che ci piace spaziare tra carbonara, amatriciana, kimchi e sushi, senza affezionarci troppo a questo o a quel gusto o sensazione, navigando liberamente in questo immenso mare in cui ci è ben dolce naufragar (n.d.r. licenza poetica 😝) . Avevamo voglia di un piatto a base di Fagioli di Soia (è una storia lunga 🙄), che non fosse scontato o già assaggiato...ed ecco che ci son venute in aiuto le Carote viola che avevamo già utilizzato per la copertura dei cuori di pane di San Valentino e di cui avevamo conservato (come sempre si deve fare😉) la polpa. Polpa che mescolata con farina di Riso, Semi di Chia e Zenzero ed estrusa nell'olio bollente da una siringa ha dato vita a questi spaghetti di Carota leggermente piccanti e molto freschi che abbiamo aggiunto a fine cottura a degli Gnocchetti sardi, risottati in brodo vegetale e crema di Cavolfiore Giallo con Edamame, un poco di Aglio e tanta Menta fresca 🌱😋 . So che potrà sembrare strano, ma per me è una delle ricette Top Ten tra quelle realizzate da sempre e per questo vi invito a provarla quanto prima, non sapete cosa vi aspetta !😍 Per completare la contaminazione, provateli con un sorso di Frascati superiore, vedrete che la scintilla scoccherà subito 😉 Ricetta ? Sul Blog, natürlich 🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏻‍♂️😘 🔸 #thekitchentube #mahlzeit #Edamame #gnocchetti #fusion #pastalovers #primipiatti #recipes #rezepte #ricette #ilovecooking #cookingismypassion #foodstagram #foodshot #ifpgallery #veganfoodshare #veganfood #veganfoodpics #gesundundlecker #leckerschmecker #fagiolidisoia (presso Merano, Trentino Alto Adige, Südtirol) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8xyFwhIYZQ/?igshid=1suj5iqoiynqy

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modernwizard · 7 years

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Alison’s quest for the Master -- this time: recipe for an evil bomb

Another Scream of the Shalka fanfic is up at AO3. This one’s called [[Hold Me Fast,]] and it’s about what happens to Alison, the Master [known to her as “the Magister”], and the Doctor after they encounter a psychic vampire. Alison gets mind-fucked again [too much mind-fucking! D:], and the Doctor rescues her, but…uh…what happened to the Magister, Alison’s robot? The Doctor won’t give Alison the full story, so she teams up with Scintilla, the Master’s loquacious and extremely perky TARDIS, to discover the truth.

In this excerpt, Alison and Scintilla work out exactly how the Doctor made that “evil bomb” that destroyed the Finisterran vampire.

“But, remember, Miss Alison -- the Doctor killed the vampire by bombing it with evil, meaning that they collected a whole bunch of evil from somewhere and shot it at the vampire until it died.” Scintilla flings her hands to her face. “Oh! My poor Master, my poor, poor Master! How could they do that to you?”

“Do what?”

“Don’t you see? They took… Oh! Oh no… They took the evil from him, from my Master.”

“But that makes no sense. You can’t just do an evil draw like you do a blood draw. Evil’s not like blood or an organ or a body part that can be easily removed. It’s a description for a combination of temperament, actions, personality, thoughts, emotions, disposition, et cetera. The Doctor couldn’t have made a bomb out of evil unless they -- I don’t know -- wadded up my robot’s thoughts and memories and… Oh shit,” says Alison as the epiphany drops on her. “Oh fuck. Oh shit. That’s exactly what they did.”

Alison drops herself back into the booth seat. “The Doctor… They made a bomb out of him. They took his thoughts, his memories, his emotions, everything that makes him who he is, and fired it at the vampire. And that’s why I experienced one of his memories: because it was being shot in my direction -- at the vampire, I mean -- along with everything else that he was. No wonder he’s not here. No wonder he couldn’t come for me. The Doctor hid him because they realized too late what they’d done. Oh God, Scintilla! The Doctor mind-fucked my robot. My robot!” Alison cries in fury, stabbing a finger at her chest. “My robot…” Her voice drops. “He must have felt so confused, so powerless, so...violated. And couldn’t help him. I couldn’t keep him safe. Oh...I couldn’t help him.”

#alison cheney #scream of the shalka #fanfic #doctor who extended universe #shalka master #shalka doctor #more mind-fucking #it never ends #and this is the happyverse! how did that happen?

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queenstandoor-blog · 4 years

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Learn more about the most popular Indian street food-Pani Puri

India, where unity is in diversity, is a colorful country rejoicing in beautiful traditions and cultures. Every state in India has its rich heritage and associated with their heritage are the mouthwatering dishes adding grace to their uniqueness as a state. Having said that it would not be wrong to say that in India people divided by states are united by Pani Puri. Pani Puri can more accurately be termed as the national snack of India. There hardly exists any Indian who could resist his/her craving for this amazing street food. Whether a dreamer from those slums or one suited in three-piece suits from some posh areas, whosoever he/she is you will find them all standing in a queue at Pani Puri stall, thus this beloved snack contributes in bridging the gap between people.

Pani Puri in India is the answer to almost every occasion, every craving. But it doesn’t mean that this delicacy is confined only to the borders of India. Pani Puri with its amazing taste has reached the different parts of the world and of course, is spreading its magic everywhere. It would be like icing on the cake if the beauty of Bali is explored with the taste of Pani Puri and guess what menu of Indian restaurants in Bali like queen’s tandoor are all set to offer you this experience.

Pani Puri has many versions and with each version, a different name is associated to make it feel more homely. Although in most of cases the recipe is almost the same, the scintilla mere experiment with ingredients imparts new life, new flavor to the dish. In general Pani Puri is a crispy hollow ball made of semolina or wheat, filled with spicy potatoes and topped with tangy, spicy tamarind water made fragrant by mint leaves and black salt. Whether it is Mumbai’s Pani Puri, Delhi’s Golgappe, Hyderabad’s Gupchup, Haryana’s Paani ke Patashe, Gujarat’s Pakodi, Bengal’s Phuchka or Lukhnow’s Pani ke Batashe every name has an emotion attached to it. So, if you are at any Indian cuisine at Bali just mention any of the above names and this amazing snack from the streets of India filled with love and taste will be presented to you. Don’t forget to enjoy that ‘phuch’ sound it makes when you take a bite.

The water (pani) of Pani Puri has many flavors from sweet to sour to suit every demand of your taste buds. The top of the crispy hollow ball(puri) is cracked open, then stuffed with spicy boiled mashed potatoes, finely chopped onions, chutney, and finally is filled with tangy water up to brim. It has to be prepared and eaten at the same time since pani makes the puri soggy in a matter of seconds. Also, it has to be eaten in one bite. Don’t forget to ask for the Papdi once you have eaten your Pani Puri plate. Papdi is a complementary flattened version of Pani Puri which marks an end to your Pani Puri meal. So, are you all set to add this lovable and pampered street food in your taste list?

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prendilixlagola-blog · 7 years

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È finalmente esplosa l'estate! Caldo, sole, mare, vestiti leggeri e magari un bel piatto di riso Venere per accedere la scintilla della passione! Il riso Venere, è un riso italiano, a differenza da quello che si pensa, nato dall'incrocio tra il riso della pianura padana e il riso nero asiatico. Pare sia un potente afrodisiaco, per questo è chiamato #venere, in onore della dea dell'#amore. Io l'ho accompagnato a zucchine di stagione saltate in padella con dello scalogno, zenzero e paprika dolce e qualche arachide. Perché non provarlo? 😉 #prendiliperlagola #food #favorite #healthfood #healthylifestyle #foodstagram #photooftheday #lunchtime @prilaga #me #love #recipe #tagsta_food #prilaga #bestoftheday #foodphoto #foodblogger #lunch #vegan #veggies #summerfood #lifestyle #followme #foodgram #foodlove #foodporn #foodphotography #instafood #instagood (presso Milan, Italy)