#including food

[suguwu]

thinking about being an already-retired sorcerer, living off-grid in a little town where you grow fruits and vegetables and trade them with your neighbors. sometimes you clear out the little things lurking in the corners of the townspeople's homes with a flick of your wrist. but you haven't heard from jujutsu tech in a few years and you intend to keep it that way. you want nothing to do with sorcery.

and then getou suguru shows up on your doorstep with two little girls.

(later, you'll wonder if there was ever a time where he didn't know where you were. if you'd ever been as hidden as you thought.)

the girls devour your watermelon happily, their little faces sticky with juice, and getou gives you a sharp-edged little smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

a shiver rolls down your spine, a spiral of winter.

he asks how long you've been farming, how long it's taken you to have overflowing garden beds. you answer him carefully and he nods.

his eyes haven't left you once.

when you finally ask him why he's come, he tells you. he tells you clearly and without remorse. he tells you everything. you do your best to breathe steadily.

he's been looking for sorcerers who can provide food, he explains. the less he can rely on non-sorcerers, the better he feels.

he asks you to join him, but when you look at your former underclassman and the serene look on his face, at his hungry, hungry eyes—

you can't help but think it's no question at all.

[woofleskun]

I wish I wasn’t on such a tight budget/Set income because I would commission a Velvette avatar in a heartbeat

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[bishy437]

more of my moshang x inuyasha/isekai thing bc im still stupid as hell

[aiweirdness]

asked chatgpt4 to have dalle3 generate "a cross section of a gourmet chocolate with each layer labeled."

more

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 279

Now Danny didn’t mean to make a Bootube channel. He’d meant to send that sleep deprived ramble to Tucker, but he had clicked on the wrong app and yeah. Apparently people enjoy his space rambles- or it could have been the ghost blob-cats that had decided to flop onto him. (Honestly he wasn’t surprised they would start to mimic the shapes of things in their surroundings)

Tucker? Found it hilarious, as did Sam and Val and… um, okay this has become their shared channel now, nice. Though there are some strange comments on some of the videos. Really, what do they mean green sky and crazy tech???

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji might be an unstoppable force, but Xie Lian has 800+ years of practice of being an immovable object.

(poll results here for context)

[ventresses]

Star Wars + Moodboards

Codywan: Desert Husbands

[finleycannotdraw]

and here’s the full image :)

tfw your boss is dad shaped, lonely, sweet, and puts in effort to make you feel accepted and understood

alternative caption: YOU’RE MY DAD!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

guys just think about it. has she been hugged even ONCE since gloreth?? I kind of doubt it. ballister had better get on top of that YESTERDAY.

oh yeah!! here’s the playlist :) (subject to change)

why is his prosthetic arm easier to draw than his mustache

[starry-bi-sky]

Another small Clone^2 thought

Danny's hands are scarred.

Really, every part of him is. His arms, his legs, his torso. All of them littered in nicks and scratches and scabs that he's picked at over, and over, and over again. And then bigger ones, jagged scars from debris stabbing at him, and burns of ectoplasm blasts that melted through his regular clothes and hit his skin.

The one thing that never really got scarred were his hands. They were callused, of course, from all his climbing, and hitting, and hanging on for dear life to things. But never really scarred, not really. Maybe he just got lucky, maybe it was the fact that he wore gloves and they leather, and leather is harder to get through than cotton. Maybe both.

But, well, that's no longer case. But the scars on his hands take place on his palms. Two clean, thick lines going diagonally over his palms. Not from any enemy he's ever faced, but proof of his meeting with the little boy sitting between his knees, running his tiny fingers over those same scars.

Damian, his little brother. He scarred them, with that katana of his.

First when they first met, when Damian called him an imposter and proceeded to attack him. It was really only from Danny's exposure to the quick movements of ghosts that kept him from getting shish-kabob'd by Damian's sword.

And it was only because he was an idiot, and his brain was not faster than those reflexes that he kept grabbing the blade with his hands. That it kept cutting into that leather until it started cutting skin.

And then numerous times over on those rocky first months of Damian staying with him, when he didn't know any English, and Danny didn't know any Arabic. When Danny would piss him off or go looking for him when he ran off, he would have to grab his katana while Damian was swinging it at him.

His hands wouldn't heal for months because of it. The wounds kept being re-opened. Kept bleeding. Kept hurting. Until they slowly stopped hurting, and he knew that it wasn't a good thing.

Danny's parents were very upset when they saw his hands. It was hard to lie about where he got them - the lines are too clean, too consistent, to have been accidents. Danny didn't know how to lie and say it wasn't because of Damian. That it wasn't his katana that they knew nothing about that was stained with his blood.

He found a way to anyways, because he thought Damian was worth it at the time. He was a kid. He was scared. He was hurting other people and that's all he was ever taught to do.

So Danny thought a little pain was worth it.

(He still does.)

Oh, fun fact. There are three nerves in the human hand. the radial nerve, the median nerve, and the ulnar nerve. From what he could find on it, the ulnar nerve traveled up into the pinky and the ring finger, the median went through the middle of the palm and the ring, the middle, and the index, and the radial nerve went into the thumb and the index.

Fun fact, did you know consistent (or deep enough) lacerations to the palm could end up cutting a nerve? And that such lacerations can cause numbness, loss of feeling, and weakness in the hand, fingers, and thumb?

Here's a final fun fact: Danny had to go to physical therapy after his hands finally began to heal. Because Damian's katana had cut his radial nerve. There are seventeen thousands touch receptors in the hand, Danny's lost some of those.

His hands still hurt when he closes and opens them, the scarring pinches a little. He doesn't know why but his fingers hurt now when its too humid or too cold, or when its about to rain. It sucks. It's worth it.

He lied about before; here's the final fun fact:

There is a deeply, deeply, guilty look on Damian's face as he runs his little hands over Danny's scarred palms, carefully closing and opening his fingers in a slow rendition of his physical therapy workouts.

(Because even if it's ended, he still has to do them. Pain doesn't go away even if it's healed.)

"I'm sorry." Damian says in a meek, thick voice. He's said it before, when they've done this before at all hours of the day. Danny's wondering if Damian does it on purpose - hurt himself with this, that is. Not apologize. "I hurt you."

Danny sighs, deeply, and leans forward to press his face into his little brother's hair. "It's okay." He mutters, again. And he'll say it again, and again, and again, until Damian finally believes him. "I'm not mad."

"I am." Damian insists, his voice wobbles. "I hurt you, Danny."

"And I say it's okay that you did, Damian." Danny repeats, and wraps an arm around Damian's middle to sit him on his leg. Damian doesn't look at him, just curls his fingers around Danny's other hand and looks at the scar there. "Like I said, I'm not mad. I would do it again."

"Do not."

So, Danny's hands are scarred.

[yugiohz]

todoroki family brunch: fuyumi doing the catering like the older sister she is, natsuo suicide baiting their father 30min into this brunch, rei is on the balcony tanning, shoto has no idea what’s going on, and dabi feeds hawks a concoction of all alcoholic beverages that were on the table, just to see what happens with someone whose quirk probably makes them a lightweight, happy sunday.

[osmanthusoolong]

I’d actually never heard the term before, despite having spent significant time being tattooed, knowing artists, and working in a tattoo shop. So I looked it up and no, it’s not shock, lmao. Like obviously, very clearly not. Some people end up having a very mild immune response to it, very rarely someone is allergic to something used (been there once, though it was just called “adhesive allergy”), or some degree of drop/crash after being nervous/excited that happens to lots of people after any big event. (The description sounds like con drop or post marathon blues, post theatre stuff. It’s not at all uncommon.) Adrenaline crashes are real and do suck, and can make you more vulnerable to illnesses, which is why you do proper aftercare and take it easy and do infection prevention stuff. But hey, it’s always just a conspiracy by the evil tattoo industry to trick people into a totally life-threatening situation that they’re too stupid to understand the risks of as they destroy their pristine bodies.

[mannimarcos]

ex-assassin REACTS

[chocolate-guy-compilations]

HAVE YOU SEEN AMAURY'S NEWEST VIDEO YET BECAUSE

HOLY FUCKING SHIT???

What the godforsaken FUCK