#Cooking Teacher

[lbjeff]

Now Bruce knows about Danny. He wants to try cooking in the kitchen without anything accidents too.

But Damian refuses to share

Damian: No, father! This one is mine! Don’t even think about it

The other Bat kids found it funny at first. Until they taste Danny’s wonderful fudged for the first time. And they want more. But Damian refuses to share his “personal-made”, “fvcking-delicious” and “taste like heaven” meal that Danny made for him

While the Bats fighting for food at the dining room, Danny is staying with Alfred in room behind the kitchen

Danny: That what I made based on your recipe and some random things. What do you think Alfred?

Alfred: I has to say you sure have talent! But I afraid the masters have enough food for dinner tonight so you could bring it to young master Damian tomorrow

Danny: Great! And I guess we could have a late tea break now. I made cookies

Alfred: …. *secretly wiped his tears* I so proud

Alfred, talking to himself: I have to make sure trap him here for the rest of his life. Not anyone could break the curse of the Wayne’s kitchen

DCxDP fanfic idea: Cooking Teacher

Damian Wayne does not do failure. He always mastered whatever skill he put his mind to, regardless of the number of hours he invested in the work. His ability to mimic others ' voices, movement, and behaviors was so sharp that even without instruction, he was able to clean and effectively accomplish mastery of whatever struck his fancy.

It was a testament to his parents' genes that he was able to prove their mixing had produced the perfect offspring.

That was, until Drake bet him fifty dollars that if it was anything like Bruce, no amount of training, good genes, or instruction would ever help him in the kitchen. Father did not help this insult when all he did was nod and shrug his shoulders.

"The Waynes are cursed," Father said, waving a fork around. "Whenever one of us steps into a kitchen, disaster follows. Cooking is just... not a thing for us. But, we can sing"

As if being compared to a songbird was a good thing. Damain vowed to prove them both wrong. And thus he ventured into one of the Wayne Manor extra kitchens, clutching a bag of groceries and a simple cookbook.

He followed the instructions to the letter. He studied various videos and cooking blogs. He used only the freshest ingredients. Really, there was no chance for it to go wrong.

And yet, when Damian pulled out the vegetarian lasagna from the stove, it resembled a soiled baby diaper. He attempted to take a taste, assuring himself it only looked bad, but the second the food made contact with his taste buds, his entire body shuddered in disgust. Damian had to stick his head under the running water of the sink to wash out the vile taste.

It was infuriating that out of all the skills in the world, something as simple as cooking was evading him.

Not about to give up, he tried again the following day. And again, and again, and again, until three months of failed attempts forced him to seek out professional help.

Alfred straight up refused to lend a hand, not after the many years he attempted to teach Damian's grandfather and father. Apparently, the only times Alfred had gotten workers' compensation were when he stood with a blood-related Wayne in the kitchen.

Damain wanted to call him a coward for that, except when he went into the kitchen to confront the bully, the stove exploded and nearly burned the old man's face off. Damian barely even glanced at the dials. He had no idea how it was able to set off like that.

Well, no matter, there were plenty of cooking instructors in this city. They may not be as great as Alfred- for that man made even dirt taste delicious- there had to be someone out there who could teach him to make one decent meal.

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Danny Fenotn is short on cash. That tends to happen when your evil godfather somehow rips your ghost half out of you and flings your human side to an unknown parallel world.

Gotham City was large and dangerous in a way Danny had never known. Without Phantom, he had no skills he could use to make a profit, and without a form of identification, he couldn't even sign himself up for school or aid programs.

He had wound up on the streets, dodging police and other street rats as best he could, but he was not doing too well for himself. days turned into weeks, which turned into months, and he was still unsure how he even survived that time.

Just as he was starting to actively dream of a shower and a roof over his head, word began to spread that a wealthy individual was willing to pay top dollar and even provide lodging for anyone willing to teach him how to cook.

Danny wasn't the best chief around, but he was desperate, so he washed up in a park sink and scurried across the city to the mansion of a house.

Danny followed a giant group of people, all dressed better, looking better, and smelling better than he did. Many were wearing chef outfits, giving him disgusted glances, but he grew accustomed to the casual hatred over the past few weeks.

They were told to wait in the hallway, sitting on some chairs with a number. The kid who wanted cooking lessons would call them in one by one and give them an interview, alongside asking them to cook something simple to prove their worth.

Danny was number twenty-two out of fifty candidates. A few people left when candidate number five ran out of the room screaming, with half his clothes on fire. More got up from their chairs and excused themselves when three different parametric teams were called in to rush out number eleven, number fifteen, and number seventeen.

What really cleared the room, however, was the screams that came from number twenty's mouth as though they were ripped off her limbs from behind closed doors. In a stampede of movement, the hallway was cleared, leaving only Danny sitting awkwardly on his chair.

"Number twenty-two?" A tall, dignified butler questioned from the door, seemingly surprised that someone was still there.

"Um, yeah?" Danny scrambled to his feet, aware his appearance was less than presentable. He felt like he just dragged himself out of a garbage can, even after trying his best to tidy himself up.

"This way, young man."

Danny is led into a kitchen —or a kitchen that has survived an ill-fated war. There was food splattered against the walls, smoke was burning on three stoves, some tiles were missing on the ground, and the furniture was turned over.

Sitting at the only untouched surface area was a young boy of twelve years old, and Danny nearly winces at how close in age they are. He doubts he will be able to teach the kid anything he doesn't already know.

"Good evening," The boy says, holding up a clipboard.

"Oh, uh, hi?" Danny replies. The kid raises a brow, clicks his red pen open, and scribbles something down. Danny feels himself break into a cold sweat.

"We shall start the interview." The butler cuts in, taking a graceful seat next to the boy and picking up his own pen. "Please answer to the best of your abilities."

Danny fumbles his way through the interview, muttering excuses when they ask for any of his past information, and by the time the food test comes around, he can tell they aren't going to consider him. He decided to teach the kid a simple recipe just so he could leave quickly, and by the time Danny had taught the kid a simple chicken soup recipe, he was all but ready to run.

Until the kid's fist closed in his dirt-stained shirt - it was no longer purely white, now it had a gross, brownish hue to it - keeping him in place.

"You are hired." The boy says, staring up at him with wide, joyful eyes while clutching his bowl of soup like it was the last lifeboat in a sinking ship. "The curse does not harm you."

Well.....Danny didn't like that, but he really had no other choice, did he?

[thatonechocogirl]

todays my 18th birthday,

and i've just graduated highschool :]

🤎

AND NOW BEHOLD.. MY GRADUATION CAP!!

IM NEVER PAINTING TRADITIONALLY AGAIN 🙌🏽⛓️‍💥

[charmvinyl]

hot english professor art donaldson!!!!!

[haridraws]

delicious ordinary food. completely normal. no catch

[aliennachos]

The main reason I adore the prototype fanbase is as follows

You cannot make up anything that seems "too far from the source material" to a prototype fan

This is prototype mother fucker, there is no level of "out there" that is too far for a prototype fan

You can say whatever the fuck you want and stick some dark scifi terminology in there and literally nobody will complain about it

You wanna write a prototype fic but don't wanna stick to the lore? Well in this fandom the lore is the instructions on the back of a popcorn bag that tells you not to use the popcorn button, nobody has ever followed those fucking instructions

That unstable anemic emo twunk cheated his way out of a nuke. Law, reason, and believability went out the window a long time ago in this wild West of a fandom

[madarayurihistorian]

hey catch! *throws a young philip i did in french class at you

[yourlocaltinsmith]

Hear me out

A highschool tlt AU called the locker tomb

[iloveacronix]

Drops this

[bartycrawtchjr]

au where sirius and mary had a daughter together, which was more of an accident during a fwb situation. she grows up with a loving mummy and daddy alongside the potters (yeah they had more kids than just harry) but then sirius meets her tall, light brown haired, freckled, golden eyed preschool teacher and he knows he’s screwed.

[catthepillarr]

For a school project

[anessthetic]

got my bachelors degree today😼

[nameless-victory]

Happy Mother's Day!!! I only had a bit of time to doodle something but I could not pass up the opportunity for lore...so

Since the sheep genocide, Butcher has not really made an effort to rebuild themselves a new family, and generally tries to stray away from familial relationships (because they subconsciously fear any new family they find will once again be unfairly and suddenly taken away from them).

...or at least, they do not seek them out consciously. That however has not stopped them from accidentally forming some new familial bonds after their death, which they themselves seem somewhat oblivious of.

And as you may've guessed, Forneus happens to be one of them! Their relationship only really extends to business partners on paper, Forneus being one of the vendors Butcher goes to for ambrosia amongst other things.

Still, they will sometimes stick around her shop for longer than necessary.

She’s shared with them some stories of her past, even some more personal ones. it’s what allowed them to connect the dots of Narinder’s servants being her sons. They’ve also come to her for advice a couple times, or just for a moment of respite amidst the crusades. And they do make sure to sit down and chat over tea if she has any brewing when they pass by. Even though the effects of Butcher’s “sickness” makes the tea taste either bland or full-on rotten.

They do see her as a mother figure to some extent, but they will not push their dynamic beyond formal/commercial, and neither will they let themselves admit it.

They always make sure to address her as “miss Forneus” and would only describe her as “a kind woman and a generous vendor” if asked, but that’s the last of it, professionalism and all.

Still, they did feel an unfamiliar sort of hunger watching the twin cats they brought back to her warmly embracing their mother.

[guujikaroko]

I went to read Ratio's messages again and:

He encourages Stelle to enroll on Veritas Prime, a.k.a his very own alma mater, for REALSIES. Not only that, but:

He's willing to personally recommend her. P e r s o n a l l y.

And that's kinda surprising, in a good way. Like, I know Ratio isn't a condescending prick that thinks himself above others (or, well... There's a lot more to him than the condescension, is what I mean to say), but he looked at Stelle and saw potential in her. Veritas Ratio, the man who'd rather wear a fucking plaster head in front of his students because he's allergic to dumbassery, looked at Stelle, our resident unhinged raccoon, and saw enough potential to personally encourage and oversee her pursuit of knowledge.

Look at this! He's genuinely interested in her worldview and her opinions! He doesn't consider a waste of time to discuss topics with her! He spent the entirety of this message batch simulating a debate with her and sharing knowledge on the subject!

Again, it's not like I thought Ratio was incapable of any of this, but I never imagined that he'd be like that with the Trailblazer either. It's surprising, but in a very pleasant way? Like, "wow, I wasn't expecting this dynamic to be so genuine but it is and I like it". Honestly, I'll never not be impressed by Ratio and his particular ways of showcasing kindness to others/seeking companionship. He's such a compelling character.

Oh, and this is my favorite message batch of his. He feels tired by the monotony of his projects and he decides to relax by... Humoring Stelle? He goes and says "Hey, think of something you want and I'll make up a project" and Stelle, huge dork that she is, goes "Make me a cool weapon!" and "Make the Express move forever!" and he just... Does it? Sends a project of transforming the Express into a mecha?? Says he wants to disassemble the Express to figure it out???

It feels like I'm rambling for nothing but this is truly disarming to me. It's easy to dismiss Stelle as a goofball (and she very much IS a goofball) but Ratio actually takes her seriously and seeks to nurture her progress. Beyond that, he honestly likes to entertain her ideas and thinks that hearing her out is a positive thing.

If I had to describe their relationship, I'd say it's all very cute, in a pure and wholesome way, and I cannot believe I'm using these words to describe Veritas freaking Ratio out of all characters. This gotta be a new kind of brainworm.

[buttonsfleas]

Newsies cast are literally a mood *part 2*

[jaskersneakthief]

sprinkleess!!‼️🥮🍂

them but olderrr. Silly old men. Kevin is partially blind, but he's still a professional in fixing clockwork mechanisms and pj has learned a lot from him all those years!!! They love eachotherg.....

[recalcitrantlycaffeinated]

Oi mista, wot's ya finest gloop?

I am running two cooking classes for co-op next year, and I am now deep in the planning phase for both. Help me figure out what obvious things I'm missing!

Before you say "oh I don't want to reply to this post, I'm not a mutual, I'm too scared to even send an anonymous message" or "I don't even know how to cook, I only know how to eat" please keep in mind that I am doing this in lieu of asking AI because I hate AI even though the 40-somethings at co-op do not understand that it is evil, and I think Tumblr's answers are significantly better when they come from a helpful place and also more funny when they're wrong and lies.

So tell me your favorite kitchen gloops!! they can be edible gloops, like frosting or edible brownie batter, or inedible gloop that becomes an edible food, like bread dough

Some ideal qualities of said foods: -not a recipe for slime or playdough that you can happen to eat, should be primarily food, secondarily gloop* -does not require use of a stand mixer or stovetop -can be made in 30-45 minutes including bake time -at least 50% of teenagers will not complain about the flavors -no real nuts (pine nuts and coconut okay), thyme, parsley, sage, cilantro, or peaches

To be honest with you I already have about 40 gloops on my draft list, but I live in fear that people have signed up for gloops already with specific gloops in mind and maybe I have forgotten some really important gloops, so please give me your best gloops

*your best gloop CANNOT be a bodily fluid, that is NOT a food, that does NOT require a recipe, we are NOT HAVING THAT KIND OF GLOOP CLASS