Idk about you but when I’m down in the gutter, junk food is a big comfort item. Junk food is hella expensive tho, and sometimes even when you have money you just don’t have the strength to go pick it up. Anyway I literally just winded this and it didn’t make me feel better but it distracted me and filled my stomach so I might as well share
What u need
Onions. Doesn’t have to be fresh onions. I literally just grabbed a bag of frozen cut up onions from my freezer
Milk
Flour
Salt
Oil (I went w olive oil)
Optional: some spices (I used curry and turmeric cuz I like orange spices)
A frying pan
At least, like, three bowls or something (yeah you’ll have dishes to do but they can wait can’t they)
Now the process
Dump ur onions in the biggest bowl you have because these fuckos take space. Literally that bowl will just be used to keep the unprepared onions tho so if you don’t want to make a lot I guess it doesn’t have to be that big
In a tiny bowl dump some milk. Idk like, three tablespoons or something? I’m winding this I told u
In the third bowl and that one has to be p big, dump your flour (also 3 tbsp? I guess), the salt (do I need to give you measurements for the salt) and the spices u fancy. Mix that shit together with a spoon or something. I put a lot of spice so my flour turned out orange
In the frying pan, dump your oil. Not too much bc it’ll boil and you’ll burn yourself. Heat it but don’t heat it TOO MUCH either bc same, you’ll boil yourself alive. A boiling oil burn hurts a lot and the pain lasts, trust me
Now you take some of the onions in ur first bowl………. And you drop them in the milk. Let em soak but not too long bc ew, who wants milk flavored onions? Or onion flavored milk. Idk I didn’t drink the milk after using it I hate milk
You better have washed your hands beforehand because now you’re going to grab those milky onions and drop them in your flour mix. Mix that up with your hands because if you use a spoon you’ll suffer.
When the onions are coated in milk n flour, put that shit in the pan and FRY TF OUT OF IT
Now you wait
Don’t let it burn tho
Put your fried onions in a last recipient, if you’re weak you can put them on a paper towel first to absorb the oil I guess.
You’re good to go. Enjoy your fried onions. I guess it’d be good to let them rest for a little while to let them dry and become crunchier but tbh I scarfed them down so hard that I didn’t have the time to take a pic
wow i sure am thirsty for some apple beverage oh boy
prices you can trust, products you can’t
Graphic Design has gone so minimalistic it’s morphed into Uncanny Nondescript. My brain tells me there is apple juice in that container, but my heart feels fear.
This was in my psychology book. I thought it might be useful to those who can’t think if gender-neutral terms.
Finally I see something going against the implied language that suggests the male gender is the default gender, illustrated by “man-made, mankind” etc,
This is a great resource, especially if you’re looking for gender-neutral terms for non-binary and agender people.
All while the Hufflepuffs provided the Gryffindors with the explosives (who are confused because these little puffballs have explosives? But also very impressed because these little puffballs HAVE EXPLOSIVES), along with cookies and words of encouragement for every house. And the Ravenclaws are munching cookies in the Puff common room while they work with the Slytherins to write a strongly worded letter to the head master.
I am here for your all your Hufflepuff sleepover, cookie, and explosive needs.
Kyra please write this story!
Ok. Given that it’s been ten years or so since I’ve read the books and I’m sure I have details wrong and this probably isn’t strictly conforming with what’s above… Yes, I wrote a story.
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“Pomona, what in Merlin’s name is going on here?”
Pomona Sprout turned to Headmistress McGonnagall. "Well, Minerva, it appears we have a bit of a rebellion on our hands in Slytherin House, and the other houses have rallied behind those who feel wronged.“ She smiled at her Hufflepuffs, who were scattered around their common room, intermixed with Slytherins, Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws. The largest group was at one of the tables, working on a letter to the Headmistress. Others were working on homework together.
And then there was that one group, in the corner, who were mumbling and occasionally looking over at her furtively. She ignored them, suspecting that she knew what her badgers were up to and feeling it was best that she didn’t actually have knowledge of the specifics.
All of the groups had cookies, and as Pomona watched, another house elf appeared with a fresh plate for the group in the corner. One of the Slytherins thanked her, getting a shy smile from the house elf.
“What sort of rebellion?”
“Headmistress?” A first year Slytherin approached, all wide eyes and nerves. "Please don’t make us go back to our common room. We don’t want to have to sleep outside the door, it’s nasty.“
“Why in the world would you sleep outside your common room, child?”
“Because the password…” She bit her lip, tears welling.
“It’s all right, dear,” Pomona said. She leaned forward to Minvera. "The Slytherin password was changed to,“ she whispered it into Minvera’s ear. The Headmistresses eyes widened.
“Professor Dunklekirk refused to change it when we asked, said we could either say it or sleep outside the common room,” the first year added.
“How long were they sleeping outside their common room?” Minerva exclaimed, getting the attention of everyone in the room.
“A week, Headmistress.” Guenifer Tostall, the Hufflepuff prefect said, standing from the corner that Pomona had been ignoring. "When the Fat Friar informed me, I called a meeting of the Hufflepuffs and we voted to offer our common room to any Slytherin who was affected by the situation.“
Pomona was rather proud of her badgers for offering their nest to those who had lost their own.
“That doesn’t explain the damage that Professor Dunklekirk has complained about.”
“My sister will not be forced out of her home by bigotry,” one of the Ravenclaw students declared. His sister was a second year Slytherin, if Pomona recalled right. The girl sitting next to him, judging by their similar features. They were part of one of the study groups that had a mix of all four houses in it. "When she told me she was sleeping here, Ravenclaw decided that we would force the door to change the password.“
“It was really cool, watching them work,” the first year Slytherin girl… Marnie, that was her name, Pomoma remembered, said from by the Headmistress’ side. "I don’t think I’d heard any of those spells before, and my family have gone to Hogwarts since the founding!“
“The door wouldn’t be budged, so the Gryffindors decided to assist with physical removal of the door,” Pomona said diplomatically.
Minerva was not fooled. "Yes, I’ve heard complaints about the jinxes and hexes and every other type of enchantment used to try to remove the door. And I beleive a muggle screwdriver was involved as well.“
The group in the corner shifted, and Pomona watched as they nonchalantly made their way to the door of the common room. Minerva’s attention was on the Prefects of the four Hogwarts Houses, who approached. Except for Guenifer, they’d all been working on the letter, and the Slytherin Prefect handed to the Headmistress. That provided a distraction for the corner group to slip out the door, and Pomona said a little prayer to Merlin that they wouldn’t bring the castle down around their ears.
“Headmistress, this is a petition from the members of Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor Houses to outlaw the usage of certain words and phrases that can only be considered bigoted and used to provoke extreme emotional responses in students of this school, in passwords and pass phrases and as casual epithets in the classroom.” The other three prefects nodded behind Anthony as he stood his ground under Minerva’s gaze. "Just because they were considered acceptable in the past does not mean that we, as a school, have to continue to condone that type of behavior and thinking.“
Minvera unrolled the parchment and read it through. "I will take this under consideration, Mister Dawes. In the meantime, I agree that the password cannot be allowed to stand if it results in students being locked out of their dormitories and unable to access their belongings.”
“Oh, some of the Slytherins that aren’t as bothered have been retrieving items so that we aren’t in trouble with the teachers,” Marnie said softly. "But it would be nice to sleep in my own bed.“
Minerva opened her mouth just as the room shook violently and an explosion sounded. The two adults looked at each other and hurried for the door, the students following.
In the basement, outside the Slytherin common room, the group from the corner stood outside the gaping hole where the door used to be, surrounded by splintered wood and grinning like loons. The seventh year twins (Theodore, in Hufflepuff, and Winifred, in Ravenclaw) were high fiving each other.
"What in Merlin’s name happened here?” Minerva demanded, as Professor Dunklekirk peered out from the Slytherin common room. "You could have injured students!“
"They were all out before we started,” the lone Slytherin in the group said. "I made sure of that, ma’am.“
"And we all know that the doors answer to the Heads of House and the Headmistress, and there was no guarantee that another horrible phrase wouldn’t be used as soon as you turned your back, ma’am,” one of the Gryffindors declared, crossing his arms and glaring at Dunklekirk. He was probably lucky he was a sixth year and not taking Potions for his N.E.W.T.s, Pomona thought idly, as the look on Dunklekirk’s face promised revenge.
“Where did the explosives come from?”
Theodore and Guenifer smiled innocently. Somewhere behind the adults, a student whispered, “Dude, I never realized Hufflepuffs were so bad ass!” And was immediately hushed by others.
“We declared war on the door, Headmistress, Professor Sprout. Once we’d done that, we were seeing it through to the end,” Guenifer said.
“The streak could not be unbroken.” Theodore crossed his arms.
“Minerva,” Pomona said before the Headmistress could speak, “at that point, it was a matter of pride. After all, no one has heard the Hufflepuff war cry and lived, and that includes this incredibly rude inanimate object.”
“We took measurements and the house elfs very nicely helped us make a new door for the opening that is ready to go.” Winifred smiled at the elf that appeared, broom and dustpan in hand. "Oh no, don’t do that. We made the mess, we will clean it up.“
As Winifred argued the (losing) point with the house elf, Minvera looked at the students who were already fitting the new door into place, adjusting the hinges, one of them commenting that he did this every summer with his dad’s contrusction firm. "Destruction of school property cannot go unpunished. However, in light of the circumstances, detention will be served every Saturday for the next two months with me, personally. And there will be no attending Quidditch matches,” she added. Pomona knew well none of the explosive conspirators were on the teams, so that wasn’t as much of a blow to their houses as it could have been.
“In addition,” Minerva added, “all House Common room passwords must be approved by myself or Deputy Headmaster Flitwick to ensure this situation does not happen again.”
That elicted cheers from the collective student body gathered. Dunklekirk looked angry, but subsided when Minerva glared at him. "Now, everyone who isn’t cleaning up, back to your common rooms. Yes, Slytherins, you may stay in the Hufflepuff common room tonight if the door is not properly fixed in time, and if Professor Sprout allows.“
"Oh, they’ve been wonderful guests, it will be nice to have one last night to properly say goodbye,” Pomona said with a smile when her badgers looked at her imploringly.
“Very well, then. Mr. Filch,” she addressed the caretaker, who had just arrived, “please oversee the clean up and replacement of the door. Students, back to your common rooms. Professor Dunklekirk, I expect you in my office in one hour.”
She turned and left, and Pomona herded her charges back to their common room before hurrying to Minerva’s office herself. The Headmistress was behind her desk, a cup of tea at her elbow. A cup that Pomona suspected had been liberally laced with medicinal whiskey that Madam Pomfrey would not approve of. "It could have been worse,“ Pomona offered as she took out her own flask of vodka.
"I do not see how,” Minerva said, taking a sip.
“Potter, Granger, and the various Weasleys could still be at Hogwarts.”
“Oh dear Merlin. You are right, it could have been worse with those luminaries here. Then again, Severus at least knew how to keep his house in line, and not try to fan the flames too much.”
“What will you do to Dunklekirk?”
“I’m about to inform the Governors of what happened and that I will not accept him back next year. I have no doubt they will agree with me. I may not be able to fire him, but I can limit the damage he can cause.”
“I’m fairly certain one Governor will want to fire him.”
Minerva took another sip. "True, and if anyone could get him fired on the spot, it’s Molly Weasley.“ She set her cup down. "I think I will call her now.”
“I will leave you to it.” She tucked away her flask and headed down the stairs, humming the Hufflepuff war cry under her breath.
As Dunklekirk was about to learn, no one messed with her students, no matter what House they were in, and survived the wrath of the Mother Badger.
lunarian – a term created by enbys for enbys to replace “feminine-aligned”. it can be used by any nonbinary person who wants to indicate that they are aligned with the female/feminine binary (e.g. librafemme, demigirl, etc.), regardless of their dgab and what they pass for.
solarian – a term created by enbys for enbys to replace “masculine-aligned”. it can be used by any nonbinary person who wants to indicate that they are aligned with the male/masculine binary (e.g. demiboy, agender boy, etc.), regardless of their dgab and what they pass for.
stellarian – a term created by and for enbys to indicate that you don’t experience alignment to either binary gender, or perhaps any gender for that matter. it can be used by any nonbinary person who wishes to detach themselves from the binary, regardless of their dgab and what they pass for.
you can combine any of these words to create a new term that better encompasses your gender identity–I’ve seen lularian, sunarian, luearian, and soellarian.
it’s a relatively new model, and needs to be open to criticism, but having these terms puts control of our identities back in the hands of enbys, so it’s not just an attempt to gloss over nonbinary experiences.
(*these terms are 100% optional and shouldn’t be applied to anyone without their consent.)
long ago, back when i thought i had self restraint and impulse control, i stumbled upon an old ask from gav-bot innocently asking id i’d consider a gem-stuck au…
jk, this was just a very fun way to exercise drawing different body-shapes and silhouettes. ask about fusions if you’d like, i’ve already got a bunch sketched out! (& info for everyone down below since i had so much time to world build while working on everyone and i’d like to get it out somewhere :3c)
this is by no means a comprehensive guide and just covers the most basic structure that i’ve observed. But it was fun to make. Simple styles may look easy but are actually pretty challenging so make it look good xux
MSPA style is really fun to draw, I highly recomend it if you haven’t actually tried it! Papers breakdown is great 😀
queerhomestuck 