#this is going on the fridge for sure

[cozylittleartblog]

trying out some new ideas

[nilovalentine]

Holy shit is that Smart Fridge from Phonegram-- Fullbody under the cut cuz tumblr really wants to compress the image so it ends up looking very bad </3

[desktopmermaid]

fanart

sawwry its so messy i did this wit my finger my tablets not working lol

OMGM...with ur finger this is amazing!!! i LOVEEE this so much this made my morning!!

[xoxokirby]

hc that because of the food scarcity during his upbringing, jason is absolutely one of those people who must finish everything on his plate. no pea, no grain of rice, no single strand of a noodle or lick of sauce, can be left because he feels it’s wasteful. it’s part of the reason he got so huge.

alfred had to literally train him to stop eating when he’s full because the poor kid would force himself to finish the whole adult sized five course meals at fancy dinner parties until he ran to the bathroom and vomited, never having been raised to understand the concept of being able to “save food for later.”

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have recently learned apparently pomegranates are a mysterious fruit to more people than i thought (particularly to Rick Riordan himself, if the books are anything to go by) so little list of pomegranate things:

They’re in-season during the winter in the Northern Hemisphere. This is why they’re associated with Persephone's journey to the Underworld (because winter).

The outside peel feels basically like a smooth version of a citrus peel, and it’s a bit thinner.

There is SO MUCH PITH it is such a pain to peel and you should not eat the pith.

The entire seed is edible. They’re like corn kernels but a tiny bit crunchier and a fruit instead of a grain. Apparently some people do not eat the entire seed and spit out half of it and I do not understand why someone would put in that much extra effort for something literally the size of a corn kernel.

The juice is this very rich magenta. It looks a little like blood but it’s definitely more pink/purple than blood red.

A single pomegranate has several hundred seeds. Even a single section of pomegranate easily has like 50 seeds.

I cannot compare the smell other than “it smells like pomegranate” but things that claim to be pomegranate flavored/scented are generally accurate.

Individual seeds range in taste but they’re generally. well. fruity, as you’d expect from a fruit, or very mildly sour. Think like, apple levels of range.

[good-beanswrites]

Haruka clenched his fists. “Y-you would be surprised if you woke up and -- and -- and your cell was full of ice cream!

I was just thinking of this line from your last Mikoto drabble and wondered… Can you make this happen?

I certainly can >:3 I tried for a while to frame this as straight-up comedy, but it actually worked so much better as something sweet, with silly lines here and there :) Thank you so much for the request, it was so fun!! (Also, I wrote John using Mikoto's name for ease, but in my mind he's switching between first person pronouns.)

There was someone unexpected in cell 009. 

No, no, it’s not like that. Everyone was very aware that there were two distinct residents of that cell. John himself was very aware of his position in that cell. 

The thing was, someone else ended up in there, too. 

John kept his eyes shut, feigning sleep. The other person was here on a mission. They’d slipped in without creaking the metal door. Their footsteps were nearly inaudible against the floor. He would have thought it was Kotoko, with skills like that, but she would have leapt to an attack. This person was busy doing… something. 

He strained his ears. It was impossible to tell their goal. They were going in and out, moving things around. Was it a trap? There weren’t enough materials in the prison to set a trap. Were they stealing things from around the room? He had nothing of value. Plus, he was sure Mikoto would have given anything to anyone who asked. What, then?

Unable to come to any conclusion, he readied himself. He’d protect himself. He always did.

In one fluid motion, he rolled out of the bed and pinned the other to the ground. The perpetrator let out a high-pitched squeak. Impossibly wide and frightened eyes looked up at him.

“Haruka…?” That was the last person he was expecting. John squinted around the room. “What the --”

Ice cream. He didn’t know what it meant, but that’s what Haruka had been arranging. Dishes and dishes of ice cream. Everywhere. Plates stacked on the desk. Bowls strewn across the floor. All  vanilla. There was a scattering of toppings; some with colorful sprinkles and others dripping with chocolate sauce. When he’d tackled the poor boy, he sent another dish of it clattering across the ground.

“I’m sorry! Ah, I-I, ah, I’m sorry!” Haruka squeezed his eyes shut. “It-it’s a, it was a surprise, for you! For M-m-mikoto…!”

“A surprise?”

“The other d-day he said, we were, we were talking ab-bout --”

“He asked for this?”

“Uh, no, but --”

“He didn’t know about it?” John’s eyes narrowed. “It’s some kinda prank?”

“NO! No, n-no I’m not being m-mean. It was f-fun. A fun surprise.” Haruka held his palms up, unable to make his smile anything but panicked. “...Surprise!”

John stared.

Despite how nonsensical the whole situation was, there didn’t seem to be any danger. He rose. Haruka scrambled to his feet. 

John gestured to the extensive supply of sweets around them. “How did you get all this together, anyway?”

“O-oh!” Haruka wrung his hands. “I was, uh, planning it for a while. I requested ice cream three times in a row. And I n-never ate mine for dessert. I’ve been saving it. Es asked why, b-but they still let me keep it.”

“And why did you? Why do all this for Mikoto?”

“I t-told you, it was sup-supposed to be fun...”

John braced himself against the desk. He was just wondering how long it would take to take care of this mess. He mused, “it’s all going to melt.” 

He might as well have thrown a punch, the way Haruka’s expression shifted. “I’m sorry! I’m -- I… I didn’t think of that…”

“Eh? You don’t need to apologize or anything. It’s fine.” 

They fell into silence. Haruka shifted on his feet. 

“Y-you… can have it, if you want. The ice cream. I didn’t let anyone else have it but-but, you can, I think. ”

“I don’t want the ice cream.” He wanted to be left alone. He wanted the cell clean so Mikoto didn't stress out about cleaning it. He wanted to avoid being bothered by bizarre ‘surprises’ first thing in the morning.

His stomach disagreed, apparently. It let out a loud grumble. Both prisoners looked over. 

He muttered a curse. With a huff, he picked up one of the bowls. 

“Alright. But even if I did eat this, or Mikoto did, there’s no way I could finish it all.” He shoved it into Haruka’s hands. “You made this mess, you’re gonna help me deal with it.”

The boy nodded frantically. 

“Come on, you can sit here. Pass me that one, with the syrup. And hurry it up.”

[triptych-of-voids]

Sir medic Herr doc I have come with an issue. There's a Medic in my notebook, and while he looks like a nice man ever since he appeared my notes are mysteriously missing. And I have a slight feeling he's judging Me too!!! How should I proceed with getting him to stop and preferably evicting him from my notes? Attaching an image of the man himself. I already tried to call animal control but they hung up on me.

i wouldnt worry about it, hes just studying you!! you should trust him around your notes and homework and classwork and personal documents :]

theres not much you can do to get him to leave (and if there was im not sure i would tell you) but im sure he'll get bored and leave of his own accord eventually.

[bruciemilf]

Thought that can be both sad and happy.

I think if not a pediatrician, Bruce would've flourished as a teacher for kids or a kindergarten teacher. Which he can't really do because it'd be too risky for the children and other people since he's a Wayne and rich. They'd never know peace, at least as long as people could recognize him.

KINDERGARTEN TEACHER BRUCE! oh, man. The thoughts that just raced through me. I will say thought, -- It's really interesting how fame and social abundance (for the waynes) is portrayed in the Batman.

Salvatore Maroni seems to get more TV time than Bruce does, but, Bruce IS well known; Everyone knows of the idea of him.

Presumably, his isolation escalated to such a degree that Wayne Enterprises was declining, and quick. I wonder if the mayor's funeral was his first public appearance. A very own dance of death for the black swan.

But the detail I adore with a fire in me is that Bruce? He's absolutely terrified of Gotham.

He wants to protect it, and defend it, and Baptiste it in something good, but there's no denying that Bruce, if not as Batman, then as Bruce Wayne, lives every moment in fear.

He's terrified at the funeral when Real and Officer Martinez talk to him. The only reason he's co confident when facing Falcone is because he's facing crime. It's the only social layer he navigates smoothly.

But towards the end, -- as Batman, as Bruce, as both, he's with people. They're all scared and in the dark and they're scared in light, too. But they trust him. And Bruce isn't scared of them anymore.

A very important lesson from the Batman is that no one should live in fear, and as long as there's people around you, people you can care about and care for you in return, it'll never not be worth the risk of being hurt.

So yes, there's always a leap of faith you take blindfolded when you're Bruce Wayne. But he'd love those kids so so so much and I can already see him taking all their drawings home with him, to frame and put on the wall

[divadarcy]

I can’t believe people are hating on Ryan now for being comforted that at least one person (who happens to be his literal dad) thinks that him killing his mum wasn’t on purpose 💀

Ryan was sheltered his whole life and the one time he tries to use his (untrained) powers he ends up killing the person he was trying to protect. To any normal person this was obviously a horrific accident but also not his fault. You can hate Homelander all you want but not everything he says is automatically wrong and the reason Ryan is with him is because butcher failed. You cannot blame a kid for choosing the person he believes will give him more love and security, especially when he has absolutely no context for any of the rest of it

[dustteller]

I think modern au Zhu SHOULD be the lesbian best friend trope to Ouyang except that its because this man is her pet project and gODDDAMIT she's gonna FIX him she's gonna MAKE him be BETTER she's going to SOLVE EVERYTHING and he will RESPECT HER (she is actively making him worse). She has a whole complex about it and everything. She has based a part of her identity on dragging this man up from his toxic funk and is fully convinced that if she tries hard enough he will eventually come to his senses and be an equal participant in this relationship. They have a terrible wonderful toxic loving codependent relationship that's neither a romance nor a friendship nor a rivalry but a secret fourth thing.

Predictably, this does not go well. The character arcs would be Zhu learning she can't fix a sinking ship and letting Ouyang fail by himself, and Ouyang learning to not be a shit person, actually, and coming out of his bubble of self-centeredness and working on himself instead of unloading his emotional labor onto the people around him. And they should both get to develop a healthier relationship with each other than what they had in canon bc queer solidarity is great and its even better when it's in the shape of some weird bullshit some gay people built out of the corpse parts of heteronormative romance (affectionate and completely unironic)

[kyokosayuki]

Not Herbert lying about Rufus, not Herbert telling the truth about Rufus, but a secret third thing

[woodchipp]

omori fans accusing people who dislike Aubrey of hating women while ignoring that Mari's role in the story is to be stuffed into the fridge to set the plot in motion and to be the object fueling the main characters' grief is very interesting

[daily-scott-smajor]

259 - average day

[morbimoth]

our friendship dynamic