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I love characters that are completely harmless until they finally unleash their power and then they’re TERRIFYING
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Commissioner Gordon: If I shine this light into the sky, a man dressed like Dracula shows up.
Internal Affairs Investigator: I’m not sure how that’s a good use of tax doll-
Commissioner Gordon: He brings us lots of inadmissible evidence.
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I'm trying to make a good pot roast in my crockpot, but after I take it out it gets dry. It's on "low" (whatever that means) for 8 hours. I've tried searing it before and still dry. It's submerged in plain water with some herbs and spices for that time. Am I over/undercooking it? It's a cut with low fat %, is that why?
I love you. I think you learned how to make pot roast from someone on Opposite Day, or perhaps April 1st. The only thing you got right is 'low heat for 8 hours'.
Choose a fatty cut of tough meat. Look for lots of fat marbling on a Chuck roast or Shoulder roast. Tough meat has a ton of flavor, and the fat keeps the meat from drying out. The long cook time on low heat, plus acids will make 'tough' meat into a pull-apart, melt-in-your-mouth glory.
Make sure the meat is completely thawed, NOT frozen.
Plain water and nothing else except herbs/spices is.... not what I'd do. A lot of flavor can come into the broth when you add whole carrots (minus the carrot top!) and quartered onions in there. I'm a fan of adding some big chunks of pumpkin or butternut squash and chunks of turnip as well.
I think using red wine for part of the liquid base, and adding a hearty helping of worcestershire sauce will also help the flavor and making the meat 'melty.' The acid and alcohol will draw more, and different flavors from the meat and vegetables that water alone cannot do. Makes it richer.
For my very best pot roast recipe, which had my wedding guests fuckin' clamoring to get the recipe; I cheat. I'm not ashamed of that fact. For the richest, most face-punchingly meaty tasting broth, go to an asian market (or online) and find a mushroom hot pot soup base. It'll be a thick liquid inside a bag, which you then dilute with water. Use THAT as the liquid base (remember to dilute it!), and add your wine and wocestershire sauce to it, along with those herbs & spices. Your whole face will be blown off with flavor. It's the best.
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So, this week I ordered a new couch pillow because I had a husband pillow full of shredded memory foam, and the thing needs to be opened and shifted around about once a week with the way I use it so it doesn't shape up weird and actually fuck up my back when I bought it to NOT fuck up my back.
I now have a wedge pillow, made of one piece of foam. And I ordered a book cushion from etsy, and I just wanna say to anyone who has thought "that adaptive thing seems like it would be useful, but I'm not disabled, so maybe it's not for me?"
It's for you. Trust me. My back hurt because I was slouching weird on the couch. I got a husband pillow. It helped a lot. But, it turns out, what I need is one giant piece of memory foam, not a bunch of tiny bits.
And the book cushion? Books are heavy sometimes. Being able to rest it higher in my lap so it's easier to read and hold? Better for my body.
Also, do you wake up with pain in the mornings? Try a contour pillow and a knee pillow.
Get those extra-strong treaded soles to wear with your heels because you wobble otherwise.
Wear compression gloves when you type. Get those orthopedic shoes because you can walk longer distances in more comfort. Buy the bra that actually supports the weight of your boobs. Get a lapdesk for your computer. Use a neck pillow even at home to keep your neck straight. Wear socks to bed. Listen to audiobooks. Read large print books.
You see something that you think will work for you and improve how you feel? Use it! Let's fucking normalize adaptative shit for everyone!
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Folks if you're sending messages you need to SAY WHY YOU'RE SENDING MESSAGES.
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Seasonal affective disorder havers how are we all coping
[ID: Two versions of the cat screaming at food bowl meme. The first has a clock showing 4pm and is captioned "WHY IS IT NIGHTTIME". The second has a November calendar and is captioned "WHY IS IT TEMPERATURES".]
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They stole him fair and square.
you ever think about how harry was legitimately kidnapped by a strange group of thieves and then he just… stayed??? he was kidnapped by CRIMINALS and just sat there and decided, I think I find crime fun and I want a found family and just DECIDED TO ROLL WITH IT AND STAYED WITH THEM??? A GROUP OF STRANGERS THAT ROUTINELY BREAK THE LAW FOR FUN???
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"She was straightening her T-shirt under her jacket and doing that tug-jump combo people do when their jeans start to slip off their hips."
Makes me laugh a little cause like, 300 year immortal, gorgeous enough to literally strike the main character speechless at least twice, but that tug-jump combo to pull up the jeans is very relatable.
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"I have to use my hands?"
"Can't be done no other way. You fixin' somethin' for somebody you love, for healin'. Gotta do it with your bare hands and your whole heart. Understand?"
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i wish every engineer a “try going around your building in a wheelchair”
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That sounds like a cool story.
My dad has a cranberry relish reciep and I've never heard anyone suggest using the can instead but I bet he'd be super offended
And they look out so hard for the well being of the spiders AND the dolphins
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"He puts glass bells on them so people know when they’re coming and can panic accordingly." - lmfao
Ghost chirps au but instead of the cute little bird songs and peeps it’s just-
“CAW”
Like a giant crow or flock of crows if there’s more than one ghost. Danny being able to gather all of Gotham’s crows, as a giant army because he sounds like them.
Crows: Who tf are you
Danny: CAW
Crows: Say less homie
He’s named every last one of them and has trained them all to pick locks and steal. He’s respected by the crows because he’s the only one with dexterous hands. If they can’t open something they call in the big guns (AKA Danny) Like imagine being a Gothamite and watching a enormous flock of crows seemingly summoning a scrawny child out nowhere to unlock a dumpster? Like they’re crowding around him like he’s the messiah, a god even and they all just squawk in unison when the kid pulls out a bobby pin and picks the padlock. They’re dropping, coins, bottle caps, earrings, bullet shells, anything vaguely shiny and the occasional paper money into his hands.
The kid has a necklace of soda tabs and bottle cap earrings. He also just walks around collecting beer bottles and later sells little glass statues that have a bioluminescent glow (HC that Danny can melt and shape glass with weaker ecto blasts) Glowing glass jewelry is weaved into his hair that is seemingly a identity confirmation for the crows.
Nobody knows the kids name he just showed up one day with his massive army of crows and started to wander. After around a month of the kid wandering around without a care in the world and not dying the locals decide “Huh, I guess crow prince is here to stay,” Like, they accept him as a local cryptid.
Like “Yeah, crow king just kind of vibes but if you give him food, he’ll bash in a pedophiles kneecaps,”
Shit goes down When Danny discovers his chirps can also sound like geese.
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Oh some ghosts definitely got their daily fight in when a few historians finally snapped over their refusal to answer the "everyone knows that" questions.
Because I Can't Stop Thinking About It. (o.o)
Publishing House of The Dead. Zone Labels. Infinity Art.
Just?? What Artist would be happy with their Life's Work(tm) sitting where they left it, on that shelf, WHERE THEY CANT REACH IT, after they died? They want people to SEE it. Experience it!
And the ENTIRE PLANETS of people? Wailing and knashing their teeth? All of their CULTURE! Their MASTERPIECES and great works! LOST to the cosmos as so much ASH when the planet exploded?! NOOOOOOO!
Ember McLain is NOT unusual. I bet there are DISTRICTS of artists like her. Countless support groups. More appearing every day.
If you made your planet's Single Greatest Art Piece, something literally EVERYONE for COUNTLESS CENTURIES acknowledged was unequivocally The Best, and you learned later that very piece, which WAS YOUR LIFES WORK, was destroyed in the fall of your planet... would YOU be able to let it go?
You spent every day of most of your life working on that. Got up at dawn, walked past the market to get an early deal on supplies and a meal, up the same hill to your work shop, past the same flowering trees, along the same winding path, to work until you could barely hold your tools. Every day. Each day.
Bit by bit, revealing something wonderous to the air. Breathing LIFE into the vision in your heart.
The King of the ENTIRE PLANET himself said it was the single most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. Called you the greatest Master of all Arts. You can still remember how you wept. The beauty of the celebrations. The softness of the sash you were given.
......gone?
That statue, which stood before the palace itself? A place of incredible honor? Placed so, by the King Himself, that his people may always see beauty? Know wonder? A statue which you are told, inspired thousands of stories, countless loves and artworks and changes?
......GONE?
How can it be GONE? Never to be viewed again? Lost to even memory! No. NO!
You will make it AGAIN! Copy or not, the impact of your works SHALL NOT BE LOST!
And of course, others would follow suit. Dead historians commission copies, dead artists continuing to work, dead everyman with nothing BUT time... learning to create just to recreate their Obsession.
But! It's all still trapped in the Zone... right?
Until? Ember. Rocker? Yes. But PUNK first. Fuck your Rules, she WILL perform her Songs. Her ART. Ember is her creation, her stage persona, someone who will live on in memory FOREVER.
GDI get out of her WAY, kid! They have to HEAR her MUSIC!
And Danny does NOT get out of the way. He GETS it. Her music is AWESOME. He would LOVE to let her share it with the world if he could, but he's not about to let you go-
And? Ember stops dead where she's trying to brain him with a guitar. Wait. Scrappy lil shit say what? Repeat that.
And look... Danny's tired. It's Embers maybe a hundredth thousandth attempt. He BARELY graduated college last night and has NO prospects. He SHOULD, his degrees are the kind that should basicly print money. But... you know... Fenton Last Name. Constantly running off to fight ghosts.
Only became legally recognized again like...a week and a half ago.
He's basicly a pack mule for his own college debt and sleep deficiency. No jobby for the Danny. He Cranky. But he tries not to be an asshole about it. Cause he GETS it. Ember can't help it. She NEEDS to do this. It's Important to her. More then anything else could ever possibly be.
She's fighting for her music, which is EVERYTHING for her.
So yeah, if it weren't for the "stripping people of their free will without consent" thing? Have at it man. Be super famous. Fuck it, he'd even hel- He gets tackle hugged out of the sky. Bruises several ribs.
.....ow.
That night he sends back Ember who is loudly and excitedly chatting about how she "can't wait to tell the gang". He thinks she means Kitty and Johnny, maybe his other rouges. He is... VERY wrong.
Tucker, who may or may NOT have been widely black listed for some "Light Hacking" (cowards) is all for helping out while he saves up to start his own tech company. Sam, without being told, somehow already knows and has started putting the word out. She's gotten scarier since making that non-aggresion pact with Paulina. They are informed she's incharge of the negotiations.
Apparently they're "too nice". Which... Hey. She's not WRONG, mind you, but... Mean. They retaliate with sad animal memes. Then realize they are getting distracted and should go to bed.
Obviously...they play DOOM instead.
The harsh light of morning is cruel. But the kitchen stuffed with Ember's Dead Rockers Buddies is crueler. They ate his breakfast leftovers, man. They don't even NEED to eat. Why would you do this?
Apparently his inability to spilt out a record label at 6am must be punished. Because they entice his parents with their evil, evil "Warm And Genuine Interest In Your Music" Rocker ways. His parents break out their band stuff. At 6 am. He's had... three hours of sleep.
Ember. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?
It takes ALL DAY to get everything sorted, break up the impromptu "Rock Sesh", get all of the OUT OF HIS HOUSE, and signed under the newly created Zone Lables.
He goes to sleep.
Opens his eyes to several dead pop stars and a handful of anxious but polite Martians. They hate to be a bother....
Then it's viking bards. Imperial players. Mongolian throat singers. Mesopotamia performers.
There is apparently a CUE.
That's BEFORE Ghost Writer DRAMATICLY~☆ shoves his way forward! He? Will be HEARD! Ghost Child!
He represents the WRITERS of the Zone. And they demand to know why the Musicians are getting special treatment!
He is hip checked by The Painter, a ghost Danny is only vaaaugely familiar with by can recognize on sight... from... well... all the paint. The Painter demands to know much the same. Explain yourself small half child, half other child!
Danny already has a headache and he's not even out of bed yet. He holds up a finger. Gets out of bed. Pulls on pants. THEN answers.
It's obviously not good enough. The morning devolves in to dramatic yelling, sobbing into paint stained rags, accusations of favoritism. And, most damning, sneering distain for one another's ascot choices. It nearly ends in blood on the floors.
And that's BEFORE the Observant pops in, AGAIN, to harrass him about "wah wah wah You gotta be king because we WHINED at yoooou" or something.
READ A ROOM.
So now Danny has THREE Companies in just as many days. He doesn't even have employees yet. Or a studio. Art house. A publishing press! This is... Fine(tm).
He checks his phone. Tucker was able to use Ember's already recorded new songs but it took him a bit to transfer them to non-ghost technology. They should up on sale by no..w...
That is a lot of zeros.
@stealingyourbones @hdgnj
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DP x DC prompt
The Bat family and Talia was on a mission. Ra's had captured a ghost and was using them to steal information and carry out assassinations.
Before Bruce could call in Zatanna or Constantine, Talia told him she has a contact who is more specialised in ghosts. So Bruce, Damien, Jason and Talia all went to Amity Park.
Danny wasn't expecting his ex-girlfriend (who he hasn't seen in years) knocking at his door along with her family. But he didn't mind the break up was amicable. So when she told him she needed help dealing with a ghost he was happy to help.
While he was getting the gear ready for her, her two sons Jason and Damien was standing around asking him questions (interrogating him). Of course the question of how he knew their mother came up. So he told them the truth. They were both surprised and Damien seemed to be angry at him for it. Then Jason asked why he would help her out if they hadn't seen each other for years.
It was simple really she was his favourite ex. When he saw how confused they were he told them she has that title because she was the only one of his ex to have never tried to kill him before during or after their relationship.
That got Jason wheezing on the ground laughing while Damien looked utterly perplexed.
#dpxdc#danny phantom#talia al ghul#batfam#that sounds like afun movie#the girls are terrifying the gotham underground#tim jason and damian are getting Ra's out of the way#meanwhile Danny andTalia are rekindling their romance while Dick sets up dates and drops hints about Supes to Bats#who is happy but confused about everything
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