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UPDATE: Thanks to the efforts of our amazing community, deviantART won the People's Choice category at the 2014 SXSW Interactive Awards! We'd like to sincerely thank everyone for participating. The creative energy and inspiration that run through the deviantART community is absolutely awe-inspiring for those of us fortunate enough to be helping out behind the scenes. We truly believe that we are the greatest community in the world, and we work towards sharing that feeling with our deviants each and every day. Thank you for sharing this win with us!
Thanks to the generous efforts of deviants like you, deviantART has been honored as
Tuesday Tips: How to Make Cake. by Rising-Artists, journal
Tuesday Tips: How to Make Cake.
1. chocolate cake
Ingredients:
-1 (18.25 ounce) packagedevil's food cake mix
-1 (5.9 ounce) package instant chocolate pudding mix
-1 cup sour cream
-1 cup vegetable oil
-4 eggs
-1/2 cup warm water
-2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
2. In a large bowl, mix together the cake and pudding mixes, sour cream, oil, beaten eggs and water. Stir in the chocolate chips and pour batter into a well greased 12 cup bundt pan.
3. Bake for 50 to 55 minutes, or until top is springy to the touch and a wooden toothpick inserted comes out clean. Cool cake thoroughly in pan at least an hour and a ha
1.A VIRUS HAS SPREAD AROUND THE WORLD, MAKING THE DEAD PEOPLE RISE FROM THE DEAD. USE RANDOM.ORG TO CHOOSE YOUR TEAM! GOOD LUCK.
2. Use www.random.org/lists/ to randomize 13 of your friends for this meme. Make sure to include yourself as well. (it makes it much better lol )
3. This is for fun, if you want to us it, you may!
4. Have fun!
RESULTS
1. Sidekick: Caitlyn (who doesn't have a dA but I feel like I must add her anyway)
Of course. xD
2. Sniper: !AutumnZodiac (https://www.deviantart.com/autumnzodiac)
I hope you're good at shooting things, bro. X'D
3. The one who loses it: :iconmattiethebear:
KEEP IT TOGETHER OR NO KIDNEYS FOR YOU. >8C
4. The Brain: :iconwolfs
compassion and sympathy were left out. by CherishKay, literature
Literature
compassion and sympathy were left out.
Listen to me and take your assumptions out of your eyes,
because they can't see me for who I really am.
I am a human being,
and your pain and my pain might not be the same,
but the fact is, it is still pain nevertheless.
I am a person,
like everyone else
I am made out of stories
and so are you.
I am willing to see your side
As long as you are willing to listen to mine,
but when communication isn't your way of figuring things out
then what am I left with?
and what are you left with?
when there is only a boundary of silence looking at ourselves,
and not each other,
left with assumptions that were never answers,
when actually they we
Could I have this dance? by 237-IndefiniteTruth, literature
Literature
Could I have this dance?
The action of breathing is to dance with fire.
It will burn you either way.
But still you fan it and feed it yourself as kindling and then admire the smoke.
Your blood is its dessert.
Your sweat its wine.
It grows larger as you survive.
It burns warmer as you love.
It catches faster as you evade.
And then it burns.
If you worry not to keep water, it cools and it calms.
If you hasten not to find joys, it softens and it slows.
If you care not to caress, laugh, and feel,
to hold dear, to dream, and to leap.
To attempt flight without wings.
If you care not to live, it stops and steps back.
But it burns nonetheless.
So why not just share a wa
Humming and tapping,
eyes singing and fingers snapping.
Seem's like I just can't ever hold still.
I've got this sort of permanent thrill,
An unlimited battery on a curious drill.
This planet just spins a little too slow.
'Cause I'm like the rapids equipped an infinite flow,
and my thoughts march on and on and on and grow.
My fingers twitch and oh glob, just walk past her!
And I've hoped, and whined and teared at the plaster,
My thoughts are like Rōnin, no care for a master.
"What's that mean? More caffeine!" I'm always running fast.
But sometimes there's moments placed too soon in the past,
Moment's where I'd rather the clock outlast
You're a vacuum.
But I can keep my distance.
You latch onto nebulae,
and feed off of their light.
To wear as your face,
worn desperately tight.
You're a facade.
But I can read you like a book.
You can't seem to love yourself,
and your quest is of hedonism.
So you collect all these masks,
all you treasure is plagiarism.
You're a leech.
But I carry salt.
You drink out of our veins,
but all you find there is smoke.
But you chug it down anyway,
I hope you choke.
You're a snake.
But I keep a flute.
Your smile is all lips,
to hide your sharpened teeth.
But your clay has chips,
and your knife has no sheath.
Just look into the mirror,
there a