#can’t remember which

[whatsfourteenupto]

The thing is, the Doctor is a pretty good cook across the board (Not 13. They’re not sure why it skipped that regeneration but 13 was only allowed in the kitchen with strict supervision). The issue is that if they start cooking one thing, they keep “might as well”-ing until they’re working on six recipes at once, all four burners are going, every dish in Donna’s kitchen is now dirty, and tomorrow’s breakfast is cooking next to tonight’s dinner “because it’ll save time in the morning!” Yes, the carbonada recipe they got from that lovely old man in Argentina is delicious, but dinner is interrupted by the bread they forgot they left in the oven.

[shouldprobablybereading]

Wonder how much hoid will be in ssp3. I remember sanderson being asked about how hoid is able to tell accurately what happened in these stories, he said something about having done research. The answer in tress turned out to be that he was there for the most part.

So wonder of he will really stay a coatrack for the entirety of the novel?

[dragonwingart]

For a project on the French Revolution I did. Very gruesome. My mother was, to say the least, very concerned.

[mizuthe-cat]

I think my trust issues started when my dad picked me up and joked about holding me over the edge of a dam

[sherbetyy]

[impish-ivy]

This scene! <3

We get protective older brother Mammon and protective Solomon!

[vinelark]

i don’t remember if i ever shared this here, but a while ago i posted a little twitter thread about bats and gas station snacks and some very talented podficcers made a podfic of it! 🎧

[podfic] Jersey Vigilantes Don't Pump Gas by isweedan & reena_jenkins

original thread (text under the cut):

nested tweet reading: ever since i learned gotham is supposed to be in new jersey i can’t get this concept out of my head: [a badly drawn bumper sticker that says “jersey vigilantes don’t pump gas”] / quote tweet reading: the batmobile can’t just slip in and out of a gas station unnoticed. an employee HAS to go fill up the tank. meanwhile the tired night shift cashier knows the various robin eras because they come in to buy different snacks as time goes on.

one night while the manager is out filling *the literal batmobile* the cashier blinks and comes face to face with a child in a leotard and green boots, buying a pack of twizzlers. “thanks!” the first robin calls, somehow vaulting over two rows of shelves on his way out the door.

years later, after a stretch of quiet weeks, a new, curly-haired robin comes in and grabs a bag of flamin hot pepper puffs. the cashier doesn’t even think robin 2 actually likes them, but he looks really satisfied with himself every time he drops them on the counter.

(even after the second robin abruptly stops coming in, the cashier keeps slipping flamin hot pepper puffs onto their order list. no one else ever buys them, but it just—feels like the thing to do, somehow.)

a stretch of months without a robin, oddly tense. then the third robin appears, even smaller than the first two. he slips inside and buys a cup of black coffee and drains it in one go right at the coffee station, nervously eyeing the door like he’s afraid he’ll be caught.

the fourth robin, when she shows up, makes a beeline for the protein bars. finally, the cashier thinks, someone remotely sensible for this line of work. (though maybe not sensible enough—or maybe TOO sensible—because small caffeine robin is back a few months later.)

the fifth robin, when he first appears, approaches the counter. “you will direct me to the best snacks new jersey has to offer,” he tells the cashier.

“uh,” the cashier says. “i like sour patch kids, myself.”

robin 5 nods. “i will take a bag of sour patch children.”

(one night, not much later, red hood strolls through the door. the cashier has lived in gotham for over a decade now; they barely blink, even when nightwing bounds in after him.

“oh, shit, flamin hot pepper puffs,” red hood says. “i haven’t had these in ages.”

“aw, come on,” nightwing says, already holding a pack of twizzlers. “no one else can stand those.”

“why do you think i got them in the first place, dickhead?” red hood says. “to fend off new jersey’s number one snack thief.” and he buys buys every bag in stock.)

[tyzfol]

pim loves gaming

[dipperscavern]

LIKE I JUST WANT TO SIT ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!! his lap is sooo big and inviting and i KNOW u could just snuggle right in and be sooo comfy and his ass is NOT letting u leave!!!!!!!!

MY BRAINS A LITTLE JUMBLED ON WHEN THIS WAS SENT BUT I THINK YOURE TALKING ABIUT JON PERHAPS? this wording sounds like cregan.. oh well. all three cause why not !

robb would love having you in his lap. especially while he works, your back to his chest & his arm over your stomach to keep you in place as he shuffles papers around. pointing to places & castles on maps, both of you saying which ones you’d like to visit when the wars over. you’d try and help, but sometimes, you just wanna be close to him and not use your brain. and he’s perfectly alright with that.

jon would definitely adore it. adore the closeness, the soft intimacy of it. he hasn’t felt real closeness like this before. most of the time when you’re on his lap, it’s a comfort for the both of you. wrapping your arms around his neck as he wraps his own around your waist. it truly shuts off both of your brains, allowing you to finally just rest. when you both just need some reprieve, he’s pulling you to/you’re sitting yourself on his lap :( <3

cregan omg. he’d pull you to his lap allllll the time. he’s so touchy, those big paws of his that he calls hands just wanting to be on you all day everyday. at the end of a long day, he’s pulling you to his lap as you tell him about whatever comes to mind. his hands are on your hips, and they rub circles, moving back and forth — kneading the soft skin beneath them. and suddenly you can’t remember what you were talking about. & don’t even think about getting up. as soon as you move to get off you’re reminded of his strength as his grip tightens, locking you in place. he only lets go when you tell him you have to pee. 🙄 dramatic as hell.

[beannary]

So I named TLP after the book The Little Prince because I went to a French school so we read that book constantly so I thought it would be funny if I made little drawings of TLP Donnie if I had named au after different French books I read as a kid!

It was hard to think of some that were actually French and not just translations lol turns out a lot of the books that I thought were French were really just English books with French translations :P

[wrongworth]

i <3 the lawyer game

[dogmetaph0r]

I think there’s not enough discussion abt how funny the song choices are in peaky blinders sometimes. tommy will say something like “im going to have to kill bobby shitman” and then some americana gothic band you’ve never heard of named chug fugmud and the lonely bugrugs comes in with a song miraculously not written for the show where the lyrics are “kiiiiiiillinnnnn bobby shitmaaaan gonna fuck your life uppp horse boyyy” as tommy shelby takes the biggest widest steps you’ve ever seen in your life in slow motion

[tariah23]

oooooo white people in my replies really saying ‘I can excuse racism but I draw the line at homophobia’

Not surprised since this is the site that only talks about racism and thinks it’s a big deal when they see it demonstrated in the cartoons and comics they like *coughs* dungeonmeshi *coughs* (for example at least. I haven’t seen THIS many white ppl talk as in depth about racism on here as much as these fandom nerds, man. I stg. Like “Ohhhh, so you all DO acknowledge that racism is real? Just not in real life even if you could feel it slapping you in the face at high speed. Gotcha.” It’s crazy.

Tumblr is like, 90% white and is extremely centered around them. That’s why you barely see stuff that’s important to black and brown people ever trending here or being talked about. It has to be something incredibly huge to the point where even white people can’t ignore it like they usually do, to talk about it here.

They only talked about George Floyd here because the topic of his death became world news. Even people in other countries were talking about it. Before him, it was probably Ferguson and Trayvon Martin… most of them are still trying their best to ignore the genocides because it’s a “touchy subject.” What do you expect from white people who live in their own bubbles of comfort and refuse to pop it with a needle??? They find comfort in their privilege and faux ignorance (they love playing stupid to avoid conversations about important things outside of fandoms like, are these mfs born with half a brain dedicated to fandom or what.) That’s literally all these mfs make a big deal out of, especially on this annoying ass platform. The ao3 mfs will go to war for the site that allows racist ff and cp like it’s no big deal. I wonder how many people here even donated to the site while actively scrolling past dono posts from folks who really do need help. They act like they’re doing a civil service by defending this site that makes over the amount of it’s intended dono goal in minutes.

Then you already know as soon as you even bring up racism in the stuff they like, they start ganging up and harassing black bloggers especially, calling them TERFs and the whole nine. Anything to make that person look bad for being concerned about the racism that they have such an intense aversion to. God, it’s absolutely exhausting knowing that these people would have no problem choosing a cartoon character over your entire existence if they COULD. Isn’t that fucking sad, man?

[claypigeonpottery]

the best way to hold your baby is very carefully in your toothy jaws

[jessmalia]

stiles and malia playlist: my boy only breaks his favorite toys by taylor swift

there was a litany of reasons why we could've playеd for keeps this time i know i'm just repeating myself put me back on my shelf but first, pull the string and i'll tell you that he runs because he loves me (he loves me) cause you should've seen him when he first saw me

[bloodydeanwinchester]

god the number of things they wrote for dean on spn that were just meant to be silly funny moments but then actually when you think critically about them they actually point to the deep childhood trauma he’s dealing with. like how did they write something so layered and meaningful by mistake like that???