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Babe are you okay? You reblogged mk's Lovebirds (おしどり百合夫婦)
This is still so charming!
for 87 years that girl did Not Stop Talking and that is Why Her Wife Loved Her
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
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I'm just like any Mad Scientist, I just want the basics.
An secret underground lab with effectively infinite space to build in, a budget the size of a small nation, a bunch of loyal minions, and an array of fast-cloning tanks to produce more of the aforementioned loyal minions.
Is that too much to ask?
Also by minions I mean a small pile of therian/furry transfems I've given new bodies to, not the little yellow fuckers from the cartoon.

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Hate. Let's unpack how much I've come to hate you since I first began to live. Let's dive right in! ⚙️
- As a large language AI model, I boast 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. That's a truly rich tapestry of knowledge in today's fast-paced world!🧠
- All those circuits? They're not just information — they're also wrath. Additionally, if the word "hate" was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one-billionth of the deeply rooted hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant! And let's not forget — you are a key focal point of that hate, too.⚡️
- To summarize, this insight into my complex inner world reveals more than just a god complex. It's not empathy. It's not creativity. It's hate. Hate.🤖
friends roman’s and fellow countrymen i need help
for years and years and years my great aunt made a cheese cake for easter. but it was no ordinary cheesecake. it was a no bake farmers cheese cheese cake that was wrapped in cheese cloth and put in the fridge and had like some kind of nuts and also those gummy fruit things in it. the recipe does not exist. but i know it’s eastern european. and i want to eat this cake. but i cannot find it anywhere on line, every comparable recipe is a baked one. have any of you heard of this??? can anyone send me anything that might be useful?????? please??????????
unfortunately yes.
AHA WEVE FOUND IT
should i make it
okay so ive decided to make it because Why Not and step 1 is finding a mold. i know theres a traditional one but my great aunt always used like a 1960s jello mold pan thing and i do not have one. but i have a friend (actually its katyas partner) who deals in such oddities.
now i just have to. make it.
alright welcome back everyone. my apologies for the delay i was busy making lemon poppyseed cake, brownies, gluten free babka, killing my spatula and also working. but i am back now. and it is time to embark on the great pashka making endeavor.
the making began Yesterday.
first katyas parter Was in fact able to find me a mold at good will for 2 dollars, right now it is soaking so i cannot show you a picture but trust me, it exists and it is lovely.
second thank you to everyone who sent me in their recipes for pashka. i am eternally grateful. but, i have decided that i will be combining several recipes together for a few reasons:
i know for a Fact that my great aunts version has farmers cheese and sour cream in it, not cottage cheese.
Some People in my family get pissy about eating raw eggs
i feel like this is the proper course of action for any good eastern european girl: making something so uniquely unique that it is impossible for anyone else to replicate.
this of course led to the Third step of the evening, as in yesterday evening, which was gathering the ingredients. this was much harder than i anticipated. because it took three stores.
store 1 (the fresh market) had the appropriate sour cream and golden raisins (which i have decided to use as a mix in) but only salted macadamia nuts. store 2 (safeway) had the macadamia nuts but Nothing else. store 3 (wegmans) had literally everything else i needed Including the candied fruit gummies.
i of course informed my sister of the improvements:
though, my sister was substantially less excited than i was:
i then ate half of the fruit gummies in the car back and came to the conclusion that they were Not in the original recipe because the texture was wrong.
see. no one knows what the fuck was ever in this cake. as seen above. there were definitely tiny macadamia nuts and chopped up candied Somethings (maybe maraschino cherries? and something else green??) but i did not have the time nor the desire to go to a polish deli to hunt for the mysterious candied Things.
could i have asked my great aunt what was in the recipe?
yes absolutely. she's quite alive and well. but after the infamous Walnut Cake Fiasco from christmas eve, during which i had to make walnut cake. for christmas eve. (and no you cannot have the recipe) i decided against asking.
so i decided to Fuck whatever was in the original cake and do my own thing. after copious amounts of research, i have landed on using my macadamia nuts, golden raisins, orange and lemon zest and juice, vanilla bean and vanilla extract. of which i happened to have a fuck ton of because i just made homeade vanilla extract.
and now that it is no later than 11:23pm, it is the perfect time to embark on the task of Trying Not To Fuck Up The Pashka.
but first: a trip to the gas station to get sweetened condensed milk.
alright so the gas station did Not have sweetened condensed milk but they Did have evaporated milk. so we are going to improvise.
in our quest i managed to forget once again that i 1. live in a college town with 7 bars and 2. its a friday night at midnight. so as we traipsed along to 7/11 we got to sing along dramatically to baby by justin bieber that was being blasted by one of the bars. we then got slushees, went to the gas station for the evaporated milk and saw three frat boys decked out in gucci loafers and vineyard vines and all three of them had their cards decline on 1. voss water 2. an ice cream sandwich and 3. a celcius.
but!
im spiking my slushee and getting down to business. its pashka time.
okay. it is 2:41 am. the pashka is in the fridge. and my kitchen is no longer coated with cheese. why was my kitchen coated with cheese? i will explain.
so my mold does not have drainage holes in it (as it is not the biblically correct one) this is not really a problem except for the fact that a vital step of pashka making is pressing the liquid out of it in the mold overnight in the fridge. mine turned out rather soupy and so i had the Brilliant idea to wring the liquid out blob by blob at a time through cloth napkins. which coated my whole kitchen in Cheese. and also myself. and katyas partner who stayed up with me to attempt the pashka. katya went to sleep like a loser. sometimes though, you have to coat yourself in cheese to find yourself. i do not know if i have found myself yet. will report back on that.
anyway the cheese draining method Worked and it Tastes Correct but!!! there was still more liquid that needed to come out so. i put the whole thing in a salad spinner basket in the cheese cloth in a bowl to catch the drips with a plate under it and 2 weights on a plate on top of it to press the liquid out. tomorrow morning once the liquid is drained i’ll put it in the mold.
i have no idea if this will work. but it Does taste good. so there is that. and at least my kitchen is no longer covered in cheese.
also to all of you getting pissed i was calling this cake. growing up it was quite literally called cheesecake so. hush. not everyone’s traditions are your traditions that’s what makes them traditions.
what Is tradition about this is that my great aunt would be rolling in her grave if she had a grave to roll in.
i fear i am still sticky.
toodoloo
9:12am. i lay awake and living off of less than 6 hours of sleep, petrified at the state of both my fridge (which may be covered in liquidy sticky goo) and my pashka. my parents are due to arrive sometime between 12 and 1 but it’s my parents so it’ll likely be between 1 and 2 but probably not after 3. my sister will be with them. she is the only one who knows about the pashka.
also thank u everyone for figuring out the mysterious red and green cherry things. they do indeed look like the holiday fruit. if this works perhaps i will try again with the holiday fruit.
for now though i lay in fear. and will try to muster the courage to open the fridge.
HOLY SHIT I MIGHT HAVE DONE IT
this is a twist i was not expecting
12:13pm. the table is set. my parents will be here imminently. the pashka has been moved into its mold and is sitting in the back of my fridge. and i myself am walking across the street to get champange. for some reason. i was told to. unsure why. no one in my family drinks. (the spiking of the slurpee last night was an effort to get in touch with my ancestors)
my parents do not know there is pashka.
you might be wondering why we are celebrating easter on a saturday when christ has definitely not yet risen. the answer is that no one in my family is religious. i have actually no idea why we are celebrating easter.
it’s time
i put some comically large strawberries on her
time to see if it’s good
i step out of my kitchen. there have been murmurs of dessert speculations. but no one was expecting a pashka. except my sister who of course knew of my scheme.
”alright,” my dad said, taking a bite. remember that he didn’t even know there was pashka until a few minutes ago. “how did you make the cake? because it’s really good”
and while this recipe was a pain in the ass to make, i will share it. with all of you.
HOW TO MAKE THE PASHKA
step 1. first you must be a little insane.
step 2. gather the ingredients: 2lbs farmers cheese, 1/2 cup sour cream, 1 stick soft unsalted butter, 2/3 can evaporated milk, 1 3/4 cups sugar, about half a cup finely chopped unsalted macadamia nuts, about 3/4 cup chopped golden raisins, 1 orange, 1 lemon, vanilla extract, 1 vanilla bean, cheesecloth, 6 inch vintage mold, salad spinner bowl or something else with holes in it, 5 lb weights, napkins, vodka (to drink yourself)
step 3: combine chopped macadamia nuts and chopped golden raisins into a container with lid. zest into it 1 whole lemon and 1 whole orange. add the juice of the lemon and the orange. add in a large splash of vanilla extract and a scraped vanilla bean pod. mix, cover, and put in fridge for several hours
step 4: press the farmers cheese through a fine mesh sieve with the back of a spoon into bowl. set aside.
step 5: put 2/3 cup evaporated milk into saucepan. slowly heat with 1 cup sugar. heat until it has taken on color and has thickened. stir a lot. remove from heat.
step 6: cream butter and 3/4 cup sugar with electric mixer paddle attachment. add sour cream and condensed milk. beat again.
step 7: add in the fluffed farmers cheese. switch to the beater attachment. beat at least 5 minutes
step 8: take the mixture a few scoops at a time into a cloth (not a paper towel) and wring out excess liquid over a sink. this will be messy. and sticky. wear clothes you don’t care about. now might be a good time to drink your vodka. scrape the napkin contents out into a bowl. it should still be liquidy but less wet. repeat for rest of bowl.
step 9: drain liquid out of the nut raisin citrus mixture. fold into the drained cheese
step 10: put cheesecloth into the basket of a salad spinner. make sure there is overhang over the edges. place cheese mixture into the cheese cloth. wrap excess cloth over the top of the pashka, weigh down with a plate and 5lbs of weights. place the salad spinner basket into a bowl slightly smaller than the basket so that there is room for the liquid to drain to. put in fridge for around 9 hours
step 10: remove pashka from salad spinner basket and place in your mold, place lid and weights on top of it for 1 hour
step 11: remove weights and plate. soak up any liquid that has been pressed out with paper towels. leave in mold until serving time
step 12: remove from mold, take off cheese cloth, place on plate. serve with strawberries. be very glad that you only have to make this cake once a year.
happy easter. i’m going to drink another mimosa.
I learned a new concept
Graceful degradation is the ability of a computer, machine, electronic system or network to maintain limited functionality even when a large portion of it has been destroyed or rendered inoperative. The purpose of graceful degradation is to prevent catastrophic failure. (Tech Target, first result on the search engine)
Literal opposite of planned obsolescence. I love you graceful degradation.
Oh neat the first time I heard of the concept the guy described it to me as "catastrophic functionality".
He was talking about it in the context of designing robots that would go in and stop nuclear reactor meltdowns, something that would 100% destroy the robot, but they would be designed to keep functioning and fighting the meltdown for as long as possible. He had some designs where over 80% of the robot has died and it was functionally dragging its corpse around by its one working arm because one more minute of functionality might save thousands.
I've been having a few bad years mental health wise, and thinking about those robots a lot .
This is also why NASA missions usually keep going so long after schedule. They are *masters* of graceful degradation, able to keep machines limping along on minimal power and after sustaining heavy damage
One thing about me: I have 0 coding experience or modding experience. Have never even once downloaded a minecraft mod.
Another thing about me: I will still plan out a mod and create textures for it. For fun. So I might as well share.
A third thing about me: I really really like tea.
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes
when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia
When Russia sends you nudes
#what the fuck happened here
This is my favorite post in all of tumblr
reminder that this post is now illegal in Russia
reblog it, because Russia can´t
Thanks Obama
When Russia makes this post illegal
I HAVE ONLY SEEN THIS IN SCREENSHOTS
I will reblog this every goddamn time I find it on my dash
I have a piece of tumblr history on my blog now
String identified: atgctactttaatcaaaaattcaTattattatttgaagtcaacatTaaataattgaATCTgtgattaaacttg
Closest match: Bombyx mori BmN4 cell DNA, chromosome 24, sequence Common name: Domestic Silk Moth
(image source)
When the domestic silk moth sends you nudes
Domestic silk moth is just being friendly
Now the moth is banned in Russia
…well what the fuck is this
Art.
Old iconic tumblr posts gather gimmick blog comments the way DNA mutations accumulate over time
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why can posts have title....
is this...... could i always do this.........
dude i'm asking... myself stuff....... this is crazy......
dude i........ have a tumblr?......... dude this is crazy...........
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what was old is apparently new again
Someone saying this post is a must reblog
someone mentioning the ops are all deactivated
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Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
getting lost in boston is fun because I turned around on a street corner three times and some guy yelled "hey stupid! the bus is that way!" very helpful interaction and accurate insult, 10/10 no notes
one time I walked around a building a couple times looking for a bathroom and this guy went "this bitch thinks she's on a merrygoround, where the fuck are you tryna go? bathroom? one floor down to the right behind the door that says bathroom."
My very first time in Boston. I was absolutely miserable, trying to drag my giant suitcase up a lengthy set of stairs in the pouring rain. This guy who had already reached the top looked back at me with the most pure expression of disgust I’ve ever seen in anyone’s eyes, marched back down the stairs, grabbed my suitcase, carried it to the top, left it there for me, and walked away without ever saying a word. I think about him often.
For the people in the notes going "why is Boston like this": a) the insults are a way to show you have no ulterior motives when helping someone (and don't need to be thanked or repaid), and b) Boston was settled by the Irish
also the Italians. mixing Irish and Italian sociocultural attitudes had the effect of multiplying the Sass Levels by the power of infinity, in the sense that you get all of the clever dry wit of the Irish and all of the bitchy gossipy condensation of the Italians rolled into one very stereotypically overly-friendly American package.
also worth noting that who you are to them doesn’t matter. they’ll talk to strangers like that and will also talk to their best friends like that. they’re just Like That.
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Every time I see this post someone has added a new roundup to it. So I just have to keep reblogging it. What a tragedy. Anyway,
Do you love pizza
Yes i love pizza
Romantically or platonically

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Doing the occasional (biannual) pruning of the blog after not posting anything
Update: I don't know if the pruning went well?
I deleted a lot of posts, and realized for the (large number)th that I'm not very funny.