#30-minute dinners

[trendrecipes]

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[worddevourer]

I'm thinking about the absurdity of everything that happened to the Mighty Nein when they finally make it to Rosohna.

Like, imagine being the Essek for that.

Here's a group of adventurers. They have a surprising number of humans in their midst. That's a little suspicious considering the war with the Empire. After a few questions, they appear to be the world's most obvious and transparent spies. Like... Come on, they don't even really seem to know the region.

Well, whatever, guess they're gonna be treated appropriately-

Oh, that's a beacon. In a moment of stress, they proceed to pull out the most valuable relic of your people, which was stolen, or lost, and just... hand it back over to you.

You (as Essek), know about 95% of how they got their hands on it, because you've been keeping tabs on it because you're the one who handed it over in the first place. And here it is. In the throne room. They have no idea what it is, but they know the Bright Queen wants it, and they seem to earnestly want to make friends, and really would just like one of their members to get her husband back.

And the whole thing gets even stupider because you (that is to say Essek), decide that your best chance of keeping everything secure is to be the one who keeps an eye on them, and these dumbasses categorically refuse to stop trying to befriend you. You are specifically, actively trying to stop them from getting you caught and executed for treason, and they're like 'hey, you want to come over for dinner or something? We have a hot tub.'

[hood-ex]

You know the whole cereal debate surrounding Dick and how some people believe he eats cereal because he's too tired to make a full meal to eat? Yeah, well, I relate to that hardcore now. The last thing I wanna do is wait around for food to cook after working for 12 or more hours. As soon as I come home, I toss shit into a blender and down that smoothie as quick as I can so that I can spend more time showering/relaxing before I have to sleep.

Let me be clear, I 100% reclaim cereal for Dick. That man can eat cereal if he damn well pleases.

[bonchobrick]

(angst alert !! death + slight blood tw !!)

Tim is stuck in a sticky situation and has to call a certain 'spooky' friend for help.

Jason would probably call him a dumbass for trying to do something so stupid. Well, atleast thats what Tim thinks Jason would do, he isn't for sure though, he isn't certain.

Because Jason's laying on the ground with a flat pulse and he wont be giving him any answers anytime soon.

---

“Don' look so weird replacement, its just anoth’r day in gotham.” His brother slurs with the slight quirk of his lips

"Jason don't fucking do this to me!" Tim hisses tears cursing his eyes

And Jason, oh that bastard—bleeding out on the pavement and in Tim’s arms sends him his classic beaming Robin Smile. 

"Love ya' little bro take care of yo'rself, kay?" he says eyes fluttering

"Jay," Tim cries, "You dick."

For all the joy and hope and belief his smile conveyed for the first time in a long time—his red blood muddled what should’ve been such a nice sight. Tim held him on the pavement with someone yelling on the comm mic on the floor that he just can’t bother trying to pay attention to. 

The pavement is cold. The air is cold. His brother is cold. It’s all so cold tonight. 

All the younger boy does close his eyes and slowly, In. Out. In. Out.

He lets himself breathe for a minute. Lets the horror wash over him. Lets himself absorb what just happened,

Then he gets back to work. 

Like a switch his brain is back online running at a hundred miles an hour–what is the best scenario, what should I do when my brother's wrist is limp and his eyes are shut, what do I do if he’s dead again, what can i do, how can I Fix. This.

Thoughts cloud his mind, whirring around his head like layers and layers of messy documents has just been dumped on his desk and he’s shuffling through them panicked trying to find the right file because its somewhere here, there is something and he just needs to sort. it. out. And–

Then it all becomes clear. 

His desk is back to clean and stationary. All of the papers are gone back into neat piles in neat manila folders, stored away in tidy filing shelves–

Everything is gone aside from one little yellow sticky note in the center of the desk.

“Well, Jay?” Tim chuckles with a cracked voice, “Second times the charm right?”

In his mind, at the center of it all, on a yellow sticky note lies the words in green ink: ‘Contact The Ghost King.’

Slowly he shifts and with a loud grunt he lifts up Jason, “Up we go!”

“--im? Why do you have Red Hood’s Comm–Tim what happened! Tim!” the comm speaker plays faintly in the background of his head, “Tim! Whatever you’re thinking off doing, don’t!” someone Tim can’t think about hisses

Tim hums absentmindedly towards the mic, almost automatically, “Don’t worry Babs, I’ve got it covered.”

Walking away from the roof he thinks to himself, I wonder where Jason would wanna wake up? Perhaps his apartment? Yea, i think that would go well by him–let’s head to the apartment.  

And just like that Tim leaves a crime scene—shuffling away with a dead body over his shoulder and a plan.

“Jay,” Tim murmurs to the corpse on his shoulder, “You’re really gonna hate this, but i’m doing this for you anyways cause I love you. So dont be too hard on me when you wake up okay asshole?”

Tim stumbles off into the stairwell making his descent and sometime as he walks away Barbara faintly catches him on the comm saying

“-Your gonna love Danny and making your lame 'im a dead guy' jokes with him man .”

[ronihilator]

"ill finish it tomorrow" i say as i wrap up my classwork and open my draft for the fic im writing

"....ill finish it tomorrow" i say after closing the doc and opening my sketchbook

[indig0trolls]

Later than I'd Planned on but!!

Round 4 is open officially!!!

I raised the prices a little to reflect the recent tinies prices and the level of work involved in each!

Full Customs // Blind Customs

[tinolqa]

it’s just gotten unbearable, the hurdles

bad enough that I don’t have the free time or inspiration or passion, nothing driving me to create for the sake of doing it, just a net of obligations and an uneasy sense that I have to Improve My Craft (for who? for what? why?)

but I have to perform so many little new steps in this dance. register on this site. no, not that one, this one. fully divorce “nsfw” from safe, consumable works of “artistic merit” so my reputation isn’t tarnished. I have to divide myself into palatable little pieces for my audiences and not drop the masquerade or I might lose actual friends. no pressure.

well then you have to use glaze. and nightshade. it’ll take hours and make my art look worse, and even then I’d better not be posting on the wrong platforms, or else it’ll be eaten up by the AI and spat out wrong and stolen (don’t worry I stole those wages from myself by being psychologically unable to do more than one commission at a time and chronically undercharging for my work). and then I have to make alt text. it’s so easy! so simple. how many words are a picture worth? just describe it like a novel. use this government guideline. use this template of a photograph. surely it’s easy to objectively describe something that isn’t a well-known intellectual property to an audience that doesn’t inherently recognize the subject. it’ll only take 5 minutes. don’t worry, just remember that you’ll be deliberately ostracized and nobody will interact with your art if you don’t do it! it’s so simple. you have to do this easy, not at all time-consuming task do be a real human being and post your art. after all, it’s a hobby, right? you’ve got all the time in the world for your hobby.

[krilliondollars]

Flowers

Based off of this scene from remembrance

[mustlovegarlic]

Cheesy Bacon Brussels Sprouts

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

:)

[lxvvie]

I just read your latest DITL (10/10 as always <3) and it made me realise that I would annoy the shit out of Ghost, especially the third to last point is so me. I never know what I want to eat and on top of that I open the fridge at least ten times in hopes what I want just magically appeared.

No, really, because this is me as well.

My friends have quickly realized that my indecisiveness doesn't just happen with them. It happens when I'm by myself, too. lmao.

Simon gets to the point where he just tells you what he's getting to eat and asks what you want from the place.

[jabeur]

i think my one real talent is spending so long trying to decide what to do or what to pick that i end up choosing nothing. you might think this useless but it does save money

[astrophysicistnotastronaut]

hello, this is my audition for job of 'friend'. I seem to be struggling to make some, so this is a last resort.

Pros:

can solve a Rubik's cube in 12 seconds

can sing you yakko warner's nations of the world at double speed

will eat pasta with you

very good at spelling

Cons:

has only done the first dot point three times so its a bit concerning that it's being used as a pro

cannot cook the aforementioned pasta, or literally anything else

will stay up late reading 'books' on my phone.

very annoying if you make spelling mistakes

contact me for references, I have at least 2. Genuine inquiries only. available for interviews during the next two weeks. After that I will have given up and will be retreating to the countryside to live out my destiny as the random lady down the road that talks to herself.

Thanks!

[mythicalwatch101]

hopkins in the pear wiggler

[brunchbinch]

30 minute Mongolian beef

[crispycreambacon]

Been feeling really upside-down smiling emoji lately 🙃