#Ready in under an hour

[mytinyblackheart]

Bread - Blackberry-Thyme Scones

[taktitty]

Andrew Minyard has cute aggression, pass it on

[festibalconb]

Peach Cobbler (Celiac-Friendly) - Desserts

[epicthemusicalstuff]

TOMORROW WE GET MORE BANGER SONGSSSSSS

YES WE DO!!!!!

[morverenmaybewrites]

Imagine Dark Fantasy!Gotham

Inspired by this post.

Imagine dark fantasy!Gotham. A Gotham City that sits between the border of magic and the mundane. A Gotham City that may or not may not be there, depending on the day. And the person searching for it. 

A city made of both magic and the cold iron that once nearly brought it to extinction, nearly splitting at the seams at the weight of its own existence.

The only city left where you are never quite sure if the person you pass on the street is human or the personification of a myth so ancient that the outside world had all but forgotten its name. 

Glamour is woven and worn like a second skin; it is said that the most powerful ones can bend even the hardest of wills to the wearer’s whims. Politicians drink charisma from gleaming silver cups just before they make their speeches to the adoring public. 

Laughter is sold in bright green bottles and sold in dark corners–to a twisted clown who leaves grinning bodies in his wake. 

A scientist, half-mad with his own discoveries, learns how to brew fear. And conjures hallucinations so real that his victims would carve furrows into their own skin, screaming about the things that haunt them.

Imagine the Lazarus Pits and the stories they would inspire. It is said that they were once a phenomenon seen around the world: the strange, glowing pools that hold the power over life and death. But that was before the iron, and the rise of man, and before the magic had been all but bled from the world.

Now, the only place where a Lazarus Pit could exist in was Gotham City. 

If it even exists at all. 

No books mention it, no maps lead to it.

And yet, the rumors persist. Whispered in dark corners, in quiet bars where the alcohol served gleams as if distilled from moonlight.

A friend of a friend had been brought back to life, a lover suffering grievous injuries stepping out of a pool, gleaming with health, a small group of humans who have somehow lived for centuries.

Imagine Bruce Wayne, half-mad with grief and hollowed out by loss. A despair so great that it threatened to blot out the stars. 

If it had been another time, another place, perhaps death would have been the end of it. Perhaps the small frame he held in his arms would have been buried underneath the rich dark earth of Wayne gardens, beside Bruce’s parents. Perhaps the boy and his father would have found some measure of peace.

But this was Gotham City, the last place on earth where one could find magic. 

And, perhaps just this once, death was not the end. 

Imagine Jason Todd, dead. 

Then, alive. A heart silent and still, begins to beat, faster and faster as if it means to break, screaming from his ribcage. 

A miracle, but not without price. Never without price.

Imagine Jason Todd, silent and still and dead, until he is not. Until the cave that contains those famed pools echoes with his screams. Whatever memory of heaven or hell or the Afterlife blasted out of him by the pain of a soul being slammed, forcefully, back into its body. 

Oh how living hurts. 

How death hounds his every step. 

It is there, in the way, he feels he does not belong anymore. After all, he was brought back to the world of the living, and he is no longer supposed to be alive. It is there, in the way his skin runs a little too cold, in the way he would sometimes forget to feel the warmth. 

Once, Alfred walked in on him, holding his hand over an open fire, face utterly devoid of expression. 

It is there, in the way human food feels ever so slightly bland. As if something unnameable, something crucial had been stripped from it. 

It is there, in the color of his eyes. Once blue, they are the same shade of green as the smoke of the pools. They glow preternaturally bright, even in complete darkness. 

Imagine his hate and resentment, growing day by day, at being forced to live in a world that now rejects him. 

And so Jason leaves. 

Leaves his father, leaves Gotham. Immerses himself in the mundanity of the modern world, and hopes that it’s enough to make him forget.

But every time he takes a bite of food that he can barely taste, every time he looks up at the sky to realize that he doesn’t feel the cold, every time he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. 

Jason remembers.

He is not supposed to be here.  

I'll be writing this as either a one shot or a two-part story. But tell me if anyone wants a part 2 where I'll discuss the plot and Jason's relationship with a changeling!reader!

[lazybakerart]

That photo of that guy wrapped up in ribbons with a bow - imagine Steve finding Billy like THAT under the tree for Christmas! (Question is: who put him there, lol)

i think billy put himself there. (remember when dacre dropped the 'billy's good with knots' from his personal billiam manifesto -> yeah.) he tied himself up and plopped himself down under the tree as the best christmas present any boy could wish for~

[pathfinder7007]

Pearl streams at 5am for me but it’s ok since that’s when I wake up to start getting ready for my 8am class

[dan-whoell]

Things I would immediately buy and bring to you if we lived near each other (The noise I made when I saw this in a charity shop lol)

i own a copy! unfortunately it's not currently on my book shelf which means it's in a box with a bunch of other books i had as a kid, and so i cant show it off lol

and i totally get that ive come across it in the wild a few times over the years and every time my brain ceases thinking and just goes !!!!

[paradoxgavel]

they're scheduling my mom in for a brain scan and doing a blood test on her right now, but right now it's looking like they're not going to admit her to inpatient anywhere. so. i don't know what the hell my dad and i are going to do.

[ginjithewanderer]

A3! Home Screen Lines - White Day 2023

Notes: Azami is talking about kuroame (literally, black candy), an Okinawan sweet made from cooking Okinawan brown sugar over an open flame, and Sakoda is referring to the story of The Crane's Return of a Favor, in which a man saves a crane that had been shot by hunters and it returns the favor by appearing as a woman for him to marry and provides rice for them to eat every day.

Image of kuroame under the cut~

[godsfaultycreations]

If you woke up one day to find out you were only a version of your real self, what would you do?

If you answered any of these, then well! Are we happy to introduce you to our space ROTTMNT AU!

With new technology and redesigns galore, explore the wonders of the galaxies in the comfort of the number one mode of transportation:

Trains!

Festive, isn’t it?!

I sure do hope you like your heavy duty machinery, because we’ve got LOADS of it, baby!

Steam trains, bullet trains— you name it, we got it!

May you be blessed by the strings of fate to take your scissors and cut them!

[swagging-back-to]

my roommate just tried to tell me i cant use the kitchen after 9pm. like, completely seriously

^^^ what i want to happen to her

[britneyshakespeare]

screw whatever else i've said; the most important thing you can do in this lifetime is watch tv

[oifaaa]

The idea that the lazerus pit is literally just designed to keep the user alive in any and all ways is amazing, and that the only reason why we assume its "madness" is because a old 500+ sociopath who wants to nuke the world back to the stoneage is our only source on how the pit works.

Ras was the one who made up pit madness bc he didn't want to admit that he's just a weirdo on his own its also to try and ward off others from using his magic swimming pool to stay young forever like he does

[demodraws0606]

When you write a "perfect" counterargument against the Eden culprit theory and Tumblr nukes your entire paragraph that took you an hour to make

Edit : Just gonna add this here because I feel bad but I wanted to say that I'm not at all targetting anyone in the tags (ik i added it but i feel like this needs to be said again here), i respect culprit!eden theories especially with the effort put into some of them. I just don't like the theory as I feel like it's way too flawed to be believable.

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 3

"Life Less Frightening" by Rise Against