#what to bake today

[ghcstao3]

immortals ghoap who will casually reminisce about a date they had four hundred years ago like it was yesterday because their love just transcends time like that. eternity doesn’t feel like a painful forever when they have the other by their side to share every moment of their history, and it’s nice to look fondly back on memories that still exist at the forefront of a life experience so full yet still far from sated.

they can talk about the rise and fall of empires just as easily as they might discuss the weather or ask what the other had for breakfast. it’s always felt simple to come to terms with a never-ending life when they’re not alone to live through it.

(and maybe it’s also a little funny to confuse everyone else to no end when they talk about centuries past but never fully specify the details. at least in the modern day and age they wouldn’t be called witches for it.)

[closedrop]

Sans cake Sanake if you will

[goldenpinof]

I feel like we are getting a “baking dans birthday cake” maybe??

that's where i was heading. thank you for reading my tags <3

baking a cake and eating it — mukbang

[flowercrowngods]

they tell you about school and they tell you about work and they tell you about taxes and responsibilities and ideals you have to reach. they don’t tell you about baking chocolate cookies from scratch at the ungodly hours of 11 at night and sitting on your kitchen floor while watching a home decor competition show while you get to munch on a cookie that tastes like the hot chocolate you used to make when you needed a reason to live as a teenager. they don’t tell you about getting to eat another cookie while you think about capturing this moment in a mason jar and shipping it through time to your younger self who gets scared so easily by school and work and taxes and responsibilities and ideals. your younger self who wonders if there’s still comfort, still good things, and if you get to claim them for yourself at some point or if comfort is always a question of dependence. they don’t tell you about that, when for years we do nothing but dream about moments like these

[catofoldstones]

Saying that Sansa’s rest of the plot is in the Vale is like saying Arya’s rest of of the plot is in Braavos. Hope that helps.

[aesthetic-day-dream]

once you realize that life really isn’t that serious, it gets so much better. like im serious. im well aware there are a million posts and sayings just like this, but it’s true. I used to be so crippled by the worry of what other people thought of me (granted i still struggle at times) but once you realize that nothing matters. it’s so freeing. like yeah. maybe that person thinks you dress weird. or that you have a funny hairstyle. or a million other things. who cares??? you’re never gonna see them again! you get one life! live it! be weird! be yourself! be authentic! who cares?? once i started looking at life as this one experience, i wanted it to be a great one. no more caring what other people think. doing things because i want to and because i like them. someone thinks my plushies are childish? who cares? they make me happy. they’re mine. i love them. why should someone else dictate what i do with my life. it’s mine for a reason. i don’t tell you what to do with yours, don’t tell me what to do with mine. once you start living like you’re stuck in a studio ghibli movie, life gets 100% more bearable, enjoyable even. i used to be stuck in such a self-deprecating, depressing, anxious cycle. now? yeah i still have those moments, but they’re smaller and more manageable. because i know. life is full of so many beautiful things. and if i need to indulge in my inner child to get through the day, then i will. i implore you. do the same.

[jobeana]

Banana Pumpkin Bread

[los-plantalones]

me as a child, not knowing anything about adhd or autism but loving watching the people in my life glow when i ask them about their hyperfixations/special interests:

[apicelladonna]

In Between Seconds.

one shot: Albus Dumbledore-centric, on the topic of one (1) Gellert Grindelwald, Grindeldore, Musings.

It is 1991, The Headmaster's office hears a loud crack of magik. Lo, behold in front of him were the same set of haunted blue eyes albeit younger and dimmer.

Or how Professor Albus came to Headmaster Dumbledore for some divorce counselling.

....

"Good evening," the headmaster said, his eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and surprise. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

The professor took a moment to steady himself, still disoriented from where he once came. "Good evening. I suppose this is rather unorthodox, isn't it?" he replied, his voice carrying the same gentle timbre, yet with an unmistakable edge of youth.

"It certainly is," he agreed, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Might I inquire what year it is for you, my boy?"

"1932," the younger Albus answered, glancing around the room. "And if I may be so bold, what year is it now, Headmaster?"

"1991, Professor." he responded, his gaze mischievous. "Quite a leap, wouldn't you say?"

"Indeed," the younger Albus murmured, almost to himself.

He spared a glance at the desk with the familiar candy bowl still there that he had in his own classroom. "I see we are still fond of sweets even at such age."

"It's the secret to my longevity, of course. There's nothing like a good sherbet lemons to keep a prune like me going." The headmaster chuckled, looking at Albus. He leaned forward and spoke in a calm tone. "So, my dear younger self. Why have you bothered visiting me? Against all our coda on such magik? Time crossing is a fickle thing."

Albus smiled weakly "Forgive the intrusion. I find myself in need of…guidance that only the future could guarantee."

The headmaster hummed, his eyes never leaving the younger man. "May I ask what event has led you to break such a solemn oath?"

His younger self hesitated, then spoke, his voice tinged with sadness. "I just came from a café, where I met with Gel-Grindelwlald. He invited me to reconsider joining him."

A flicker of recognition and sorrow crossed the headmaster’s face. He knew this memory well. “Ah, I see,” he said softly. "Oh the lovely spot, yes. That meeting. A pivotal moment."

"You declined his offer," Albus said, more a statement than a question.

"I did," the headmaster confirmed. "It was not an easy decision, but it was the right one."

The professor nodded slowly, the weight of his own indecision pressing heavily on his shoulders. "He extended the offer for one week. I... I didn't know what to do."

Ah.

"And how do you feel about his invitation, my boy?"

Albus suddenly looks so small in front of the older wizard and ashamed as his shoulders sagged in his confession.

"...I want to join him.." his voice barely audible. "Merlin, I want to be with him again..."

The headmaster sighed, his eyes reflecting a lifetime of memories and regrets. “Albus, my boy, the path Gellert offers is one of power and domination. It is a path that leads to darkness, to suffering.”

"Love can be a powerful and blinding force," he adds gently. "It can lead us to justify actions we would otherwise condemn. But ask yourself, my boy, does your desire for this friend of ours outweigh the safety of the world?"

The younger Albus looked conflicted, "That is why I am here. Why should we be the one to bear this burden? Do we not deserve happiness? To be loved?"

"I still love him. Even after all that he has done..." he admits to his older self, glancing at him. "Do you?"

And for once, their eyes stilled the same glint of blue. "I do."

He regarded his younger self with pity. He could see how much emotions seep through his face, his heart ached for a reunion.

"You will have a decade before a finality. A lot will change and happen within those years. I have faith in you, Professor." His expression hardened again, his voice firm but compassionate.

"Make the right choice for the sake of magic, for the sake of the world, and for the sake of our own conscience."

"Merlin's beard, I sound so ambiguous when I give out advices..." Albus laughed shakily at his elder self's remark.

Bright blue eyes brimming tears as it has been almost six days since Grindelwald had given him time to think about the offer.

It will be the seventh tomorrow if he returns now.

"We love him too much, do we not?" he asked himself.

" We do. Far too much, my dear boy."

_____

Ella: In my defense, I was brainstorming certain parts of PHBF's logic and it vomited this instead.

May or may not continue unless the wells dry up. This is a WIP until further notice.

What do you think? :"D

[flowers-for-em]

today is just one of those days where i wanna scream and cry because everything just seems to be piling up.

[theeminentlyimpractical]

so like what if I started a Good Omens historical recipe side blog

[simgerale]

me after attempting to get back into sims and realizing i had a lot more to do than play the game

[why-the-heck-not]

29.06.23, thursday

I had a presentation today, and there's nothing (and I mean nothing) I hate more than those, so as a treat I made the rest of the day real cozy. Baked bread & listened to podcast while cleaning my apartment; good chill times

[tj-crochets]

Another weird question for y'all: If you are moderately allergic* to a thing and had been eating it anyway for years because you didn't know, and then when you figure out what you're allergic to you quit eating it at all, can you lose your ability to tolerate even a little bit of it? *a phrase which here means "probably severely allergic but can tolerate small amounts when on antihistamines"

[wanderingmausoleum]

Quick Shadow of the Erdtree theory:

I’m looking at the shape of the…thing this guy’s been impaled with, and you know what the asymmetrical, curved, pointy shape reminds me of? And the golden, shimmery, sparkling quality it has?

And this makes me wonder: could this spiky golden thing impaled through this guy have once been an attempt to create some sort of anti-black knife, imbued with holy power, made with the purpose of either healing Those Who Live in Death/returning them to the Erdtree, or giving them a true death?

[jobeana]

Pear Cobbler