#Justice for pancake pancakes

[daisyjay887]

I’m rewatching all the most recent vids starting from pizza mukbang 2 I’m on the sims makeover /apology video and can I just say justice for pancake pancakes????

like this fucking cat has faced so much neglect over the years

like as a kitten she sat outside for DAYS because she was too small to climb the pancakes stairs. They just abandon her at museums and go “oh it’s okay she can figure it out” like I’m not a sims expert but I think it’s safe to say that it’s a fucking miracle this cat has survived cause the nine lives are running extra short rn

What prompted this post was that they just left her to run around in the city???At least she is ok now but JESUS CHRIST TAKE CARE OF YOUR VIRTUAL CAT. PLEASE

[pink-lemonade-rose]

Happy anniversary to the day several aliens gave a farmer some pancakes.

[olailamajnoon]

Bruce and Zatanna were making pancakes in the early morning. The sun was shining through the windows of the cabin in the woods. It was an idyllic day, not to be spoiled by anything.

But everything good was meant to go bad, Zatanna reflected, as Bruce studied her pancake-making technique closely. 

“That’s your OCD talking, not you,” Zatanna said, when Bruce objected that she had poured out half the batter into one pancake. The man was seeming closer to an aneurysm than she had ever seen him. 

“That’s…not the way,” Bruce choked, when Zatanna poured out the rest of the batter wholesale into the second pan. “You’re supposed to spread the damn….oh for the love of Christ.” He turned off the gas. “We’re not making cake, Zatanna. That batter could have made twenty pancakes. Twenty!” A vein was standing out of Bruce’s temple, pulsing. Zatanna looked at it interestedly. 

“I am so happy you’re not a Robin,” Bruce finished scathingly. “Or I would be dead of a stress headache by now.”

Zatanna swallowed, tears coming to her eyes. “Bruce, it is not an accident, or a freak of design, what I did,” she said, pointing to the obese pancake sitting in the pan. “God made this pancake. Through me.”

Bruce glared silently at Zatanna’s Frankenstein’s monster of a pancake, as if its very existence was a challenge to him. “Then eat it. Eat the divine pancake.” He emptied it into a plate and shoved it into Zatanna’s face. “Eat it!”

“Are you…quite okay?” Zatanna asked, concerned at last. Bruce was massaging his temples with his fingers, making circles. 

“No,” he said quietly. “And  I don’t think I will ever be. You’ve driven me to the edge of sanity. First the invisible spirit car, and now—” He grabbed Zatanna by her pigtails, just hard enough to make her yelp, and swung her around. “Listen to me,” he hissed, holding up a finger. “You are an abomination. An abomination.”

“I know,” she said cheekily. She stared at the aspirational pancake like it might reveal the secrets of the universe. Then, with the solemnity of a high priestess, she took a bite.

“Oh God, that’s bad,” she choked, fanning her mouth. “It’s so, so bad.”

She looked up at Bruce in silent appeal, offering him the plate.

“Good,” said Bruce, and he pushed the plate at her. “Now finish the rest.” A dark undertone had crept into his voice. He crossed his arms and smiled. It was a sinister, nefarious, hideous, malevolent smile, and it suited Bruce perfectly.

"No," Zatanna whispered, horrified at the change in Bruce's demeanour. "No. It's finally happened." She moved backwards. "You've cracked. I knew this day would come, I just didn’t think it would be today." She looked down, as if forgetting what she was holding. "And...over pancakes?"

"The universe," said Bruce, "is going to be my playground." He was still wearing that strange smile. It was like watching the face of a Darth. He didn't cackle evilly. He didn't need to.

Zatanna shovelled more pancake into her mouth. "Oh fuck this sucks," she said, referring more to the food than to Evil Bruce, although that sucked too.

She was already rearranging in her head how she would explain this entire situation to Clark. "Yes, Bruce had a mental breakdown. Yes, it was because of pancakes. No it was not because of me. What are you implying?"

She sighed, and offered Evil Bruce some pancake. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Suck my dick."

"Okay, but only after this." She frowned at him. "How is it that becoming evil has somehow made you hotter?"

"That sounds like a you problem."

[ricelacethrust]

take the dan and phil out of the but u cant take the dan and phil out of them and i stand by that

(dan's stories, nov17 & 3rd 2024)

[raybeam-littlebean]

Hey, I made something yesterday and I'm low key so proud of it

My friend is trying to get me into writing again and so I wrote this little like.. reader x Bart things because I could

Anyways, it's based off the song dirty little secret by nessa barret and I would like some feedback...

Bart's dirty little secret was that he played with people's feelings. Did that make him a sociopath? He definitely felt like it sometimes.. But no. He wasn't, he knew that were a clarity. How else could he be a hero? No, it didn't make sense— He should back up. It would make more sense that way.

Bart didn't play nice, not all the time. Growing up in a virtual reality, a simulation, would do that to a person. Detaching them from reality itself, from people, from consequences. After all, what do consequences really mean when you could just.. reset? When you could pause when you want, skip, rewind at any point. It was pointless, not even consequences. So, just imagine when someone gave him their heart, only for him to treat it like a game.

"You can't stay the night, so," The speedster doesn't even look at his.. visitor as he runs a hand awkwardly through his auburn brown hair. His voice was a bit strained, softer than the usual energy that it held. "I'll call you a car."

It was hard, the transition from the only things he's ever known to the real world. Change, it was something he experienced constantly. Growing at an accelerated rate would do that. The lack of permanence in his life, maybe that's why he jumped from interesting person to interesting person like a kid in a candy shop. A bird in a jewelry store– He's getting off topic.

All this to say, he shouldn't be taking the transition so hard. And yet, he still catches himself and slip ups. Trying to rewind, to fast forward, to pause, only to realize he was no longer in the simulation his grandmother put him in to help him mature. *Mature*. What a laughable concept.. How much he really wants to *skip* right now, for grife sake.

"Didn't even mean for this to ever get this far," As if that made up for playing with [reader], their feelings. No matter how guilty he felt about it, something he's starting to figure out as well. He never had to feel guilty before, he never had to worry about others feelings or how they'd react because they were *fake*. They weren't real, not really, perhaps based on real people and real scenarios but not.. real. They didn't have feelings for him to consider before, not until.. them.

"Can't we keep it in the dark?" Bart finally looks back at [reader] finally for the first time since those three little words slipped from lips he knew a little too intimately. The only light in his bedroom coming from the full moon filtering through the blinds of his window, determined to shine a spotlight on his crimes. The look on their face makes him feel like he was asking them to die rather than just keep this a secret from mutual friends.

"Don't you look at me like that, it's just too real," He almost begged, his emerald eyes looked darker in the dim room as they filtered around anywhere but them once again. He was ashamed, is that what this was? How his face flushed, his heart hammering like he just went for a run. He felt like running, the way his feet shifting, weight swaying. He swallows thickly, throat bobbing, deep breath. It's not like he's hasn't done this before, but why does it feel harder this time?

It felt so better when he didn't know the way they felt. When it was just something fun and loose, fast and easy. When he didn't have to be the one, when they didn't have to be in love. The both of them? No, that wasn't right, he wasn't in love. That wasn't something he could do, not something he was capable of, right? If he was, he would have been by now... right? It was just them, just [reader] that was in love with him. Or maybe just the idea. That made him feel better. Barely.

"Let's keep it discreet, sneaking out the backdoor," It was closer escape, they didn't have to pass through so many bedrooms that way. No risk at waking anyone up. He moves to reach for his phone in order to call them that Uber, the ride home. It was the least he could do, right? Especially after those tears that looked like they were threatening to fall from their eyes.

They were so into him, what you doing that for? The brunette didn't want to be the one. He wasn't, he thought he had made that much clear. With all his actions, his fumbles, his mistakes– Couldn't they see how he was no good? How he couldn't do anything right? He liked their attention, he loved attention from just about anyone, especially when he was bored. He doesn't know when the intentions changed, when {user}'s feelings developed, when they started to wish he was theirs..

But that's not what he called them for.

It was Bart's dirty little secret and that's how he wanted to keep it. No matter how sick it made him, his stomach churning. His hands seemed to shake as he held his phone, fingers hesitating over the buttons. He didn't want [reader] to leave this time..

[ciccerone]

[aestheticsoftheinternet]

Justice Moodboard

[jeffsparasite]

I JUST REALISED

Basically when you're doing crunches and you have your arms crossed on your chest...YOU'RE DOING A SATURN HUG

I think it's so adorable ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

It's just one of those shower thoughts but I'm deeply in love with this fact

Imagine Jeff/Kimhan hugging you when you're doing cruches lol

Good supporters right

[voicesagainstliars]

Goro.

Aww Akechi. You look sad. If it makes you better. I have pancakes at IHop. Want some?

Goro: I don't get it. What do pancakes have to do with anything?

[muninnhuginn]

One of my wishes in life is to one day take some of my online friends around the local christmas markets

[dragonsong17]

We opened a handful of the Tales of Arise Union Arena packs and managed to hit a really nice foil SR of Shionne!!! It's fun getting to see scenes (and food) from the game again :)

[horridlittlesewergirl]

Recently I went to IHOP and they had these cinnamon pancakes that were absolutely delicious.

Did somebody say more ace attorney text posts?

(link to the front facing Apollo sprite)

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Actually, I think this does link in with a wider conversation that I have been thinking for a while Tumblr maybe needs to hear.

There's a common meme on this site now that no one here has any reading comprehension skills. The best one is, of course, the original "No offense but reading comprehension on this site is piss poor/How dare you say we piss on the poor" post, which gave rise to the nickname "pissing-on-the-poor website". There's also the "I like pancakes/How dare you say waffles are terrible" one. Both of these are great, because they're silly jokey ways to show two closely related phenomena that are probably the commonest ways to fail a reading comprehension check.

The first is someone reading certain catchphrases or buzzwords in the post, and based on their own biases or prior experiences or whatever else, their brain simply fills in what it reckons the poster is saying on the topic. Instead of reading the rest of the sentence and digesting it, the reader then just uses their assumption as the interpretation, and reacts to that.

The second is closely related, because it also uses biases and prior experiences to to interpret the post, but rather than ignoring what the OP is actually saying, it instead performs a series of gymnastic leaps to construct a whole new assertion on the OP's behalf that simply isn't there.

There's also a third, of course; that one is people being so eager to feel smug and superior over someone they perceive as Bad that they wilfully assume the OP is stupid or being serious when they're actually joking. And if the reader hadn't been so blinded by their desire to get to look down on someone, they'd have seen the very obvious tells, sometimes even including sentences like "Obviously this is a joke." (I think we have all seen examples of these. Also, in a bid to avoid as many reading comprehension fails here as possible, this does not include misunderstandings borne entirely of neurodiverse struggles to parse intentions; but, neurodiverse people are just as likely as neurotypicals to have ego play a part in their misinterpretation of others, and that is what this point is about.)

And the thing is... actually, we are all capable of any of these. I imagine a sizable chunk of people reading until this point were probably thinking "Lol, yeah, people are so stupid," but na, nage, I'm not having that. Literally everyone does these sometimes. And it becomes a particular risk when the topic under discussion is something that might brush against an issue that is a pressure point for you, like a social justice talking point that you are forever having to argue with internet strangers about, for example. Your brain holds schemas! And sometimes it likes to pattern match things before it deigns to tell you about its findings! And that can hit you right in the emotions, which if they are strong enough, really can shut down all rational thought.

But. This brings me to the real point of the post.

Because the thing is, we have all saddled up and gone to war under these conditions, or at the very least been strongly tempted to. And a vital skill that literally everyone has to learn, sooner or later, is:

Before you hit 'reply', double check the post to make sure you fucking understood it.

And that does not mean "simply re-read, confirm your bias, carry on." It means, "Is it possible to read this post from the point of view of someone who doesn't intend it the way I've taken it? If I put myself in the shoes of an innocent, could they still have written these words? Is there another interpretation for these phrases?"

And you do have to do this step. You simply do have to. Because if your desire is to 'clap back' and call someone a gargling knobskin made of garbage, fuck me sideways but you must see that it is imperative that you check if they actually deserve that kind of treatment first. You cannot spend your time claiming that we must all choose to be kind and then not bother doing your due diligence before screaming a person's various and assorted bigotries at them. If you misread it, and they were innocent - you are the raging aggressive cunt in this situation.

It does not matter that you reacted from an emotional place of normally having to defend yourself either, by the way. Sure, that makes the quality of your human soul better than that of the average Redditor who just enjoys anonymously hurting people, I guess? But it's also irrelevant. If you messaged someone and called them a misogynist because you performed several mental somersaults and landed on your own sore spot when they meant no such thing, you are the attacker. You owe them an apology. And yeah, sure, you can explain your over-reaction as the product of your normal experiences if you like, but that is only an explanation, not an excuse. You are still the asshole here. You still need to apologise and mean it.

And you could have avoided it if you'd done that due diligence, as you should have. If you're going to take a swing, make sure it's the right target. This was once described to me as donkey people - they don't think, they just kick. This is admittedly a little unkind to donkeys, who always do their due diligence, but I feel it's an apt metaphor.

TL;DR: If you feel moved to angrily reply to something, first make sure you've interpreted it right. Don't be a donkey person. And if you ask for clarification, people are innocent until proven guilty. Ask nicely. If they are a bigot, you can then smelt them for parts.

[dollishmehrayan]

# “MRS. WAYNE I THINK THIS IS FOR YOU!” ── .✦ ( bruce wayne wife headcannons )

a/n: this was request by a anon (here) so yeah but anyways I Lowkey used to be OBSESSED with like batmom stories but like I genuinely then lost all care for liking anything bruce wayne but this might just like help me (jason todd girly converts into a batmom Stan😭) tags: (bruce wayne x fem!reader)

CHAOTIC HEADCANNONS ── .✦

“No, Bruce. That’s Not a Normal Thing to Do.”

You frequently have to remind him that billionaire habits don’t translate to normal life.

Bruce: “I thought I’d buy out the café you like so you wouldn’t have to wait in line.”

You: “Bruce, we’re just getting lattes. Calm down.”

The expensive car Dilemma: He’s tried picking you up in one of his expensive cars once, and you’ve never let him live it down.

“Bruce, we’re not running a car dealership we’re going to Target.”

Tech Mishaps: Bruce likes to show off his gadgets, but they always malfunction around you. Once, the Batcomputer locked him out because you accidentally spilled coffee near it. You took a picture of his shocked face and made it your phone wallpaper for weeks.

The Disastrous Cooking Attempts: Bruce insists he can cook. The truth? Alfred banned him from the kitchen after he tried to “surprise” you with pancakes and set the stovetop on fire.

“I’m Batman, but I can’t handle pancake batter.”

OVERPROTECTIVE HUSBAND™ ── .✦

He’ll interrogate any new friends you bring around like they’re suspects in a heist.

Bruce, shaking someone’s hand firmly: “And what do you do for a living?”

You, glaring: “Bruce, they’re not applying to join the Justice League.”

GOSSIP FINAL BOSS ── .✦

He pretends not to care about gossip, but he secretly listens to you rant about gala drama. Sometimes, he’ll even chime in with hilariously accurate observations.

You: “That woman was glaring at me all night.”

Bruce: “Because she kept seeing her husband looking at you’re instagram posts. Trust me, Alfred told me.”

ROMANTIC HCS ── .✦

Constant Gentleman Mode: Bruce is always opening doors for you, carrying your bags, or pulling out your chair. You tease him about being old-fashioned, but it’s clear he loves taking care of you.

Private Dance Lessons in the Manor: When you’re stressed, Bruce will put on some music in the empty ballroom and sweep you into an impromptu dance. He’s a surprisingly good dancer, but the way he looks at you mid-spin? That’s what makes your heart race.

Personal Love Notes: Bruce doesn’t text much, but he leaves little handwritten notes around the house.

“Don’t forget, you’re the best part of my day.”

“Coffee’s ready downstairs. So is your husband, who can’t stop thinking about you.”

The ‘I’m Watching You’ Look: At galas, Bruce can’t stop staring at you. When you catch him, he gives that little smirk that says, Yeah, you caught me, but I’m not sorry.

Soft Batman Moments: Even in the Batcave, he has moments where he’s just your Bruce. When he sees you waiting up for him late at night, he’ll silently take off his cowl, walk over, and hold you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

Protective, but Not Controlling: He worries, of course, but he respects your independence. If you’re ever in trouble, though, the Bat is out faster than you can blink. “No one touches my wife.”

Gift Giving Expert: He puts serious thought into gifts. One time, he recreated your childhood bedroom in the manor when you were feeling homesick. “I just wanted you to feel at home,” he said, completely nonchalant.

The Morning Ritual: He wakes up early to watch you sleep for a few minutes (in the least creepy way possible) because it’s his quiet reminder of how lucky he is. When you stir awake, he presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers, “Good morning, love.”

Subtle Public Affection: In public, his affection is subtle—hand on the small of your back, thumb grazing your hand, or an almost imperceptible wink across the room. But behind closed doors? He’s all cuddles and kisses.

Always Puts You First: Whether it’s cutting a patrol short to spend time with you or risking everything to keep you safe, Bruce’s priority will always be you. “The city can wait. You can’t.”

MIX OF CHAOS AND ROMANCE ── .✦

When Bruce tries to be romantic but Alfred bringing him back to reality: Bruce, holding your hand: “You’re the light in my dark world.”

Alfred, walking in: “Sir, you said that to the last woman, too. Shall I fetch your script?”

You once jokingly wore a bat-symbol T-shirt to tease him. Bruce didn’t say anything, but later that week, he wore a matching shirt that said, “I <3 My Wife.”

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner drabbles since I need to get back into writing it.

Robber, bursting through the door, gun already pulled out and shouting: EVERYBODY PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP AND OPEN UP YOUR WALLETS

The whole God damn Batfam just looking up from their respective places in the diner:..

Danny, behind the counter, tired as hell from basically taking over feeding them all: Take the fucking shot.

---

Nightwing, laying dramatically over the breakfast bar as Danny walks in, a rose between his teeth: Hi~ I need to place an order

Danny, woke up 15 minutes ago: It is to early for this (it's 7 pm)

Nightwing, watching as Dany just turns around and leaves the diner: Wait no.

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Bart/Wally/Berry, finally done helping their respective Bat with Gotham Things ™️, stumbling upon the Diner:Sweet, no need to run back home on empty!

Danny, seeing the one that he has seen Clockwork scream about walk into his diner: shit I gotta make a call.

(15 Minutes later)

Bart/Wally/Berry crying into a massive plie of pancakes as Clockwork reads them yo filth.

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Wes, grumbling as he is kicked out of the diner for the fifth time this week: God damn it Fenton! Stopping hiding your ghostly existence! The people demand the truth!

Bernard, there because Tim recommended it, trying and failing to hit taking him there for a date, head snapping over to Wes like a horror movie: I sense a conspiracy theory.

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Cass, squating on a bar stool: *pouting face*

Danny, squinting at her: No.

Cass, looking up at him with the most hurt expression: *kicked puppy look*

Danny, feeling terrible:Okay! Okay I will get Cujo to come over! A-and I will throw in Ellie!

Cass, breaking unto a smile: and hot coco?

Danny, fully broken by her: Sure, why the hell not.

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Tucker and Sam, finally coming into the diner: honestly? Not as bad as I thought it would be.

(A Bat getting chucked through the door, and Rouge following after)

Tucker:Holy...is he okay?

Sam: I take back what I said.

Danny, looking at the property damage:Nope...nope this is normal, Red Hood your tab just doubled.

Jason, fully concussed: Sure thing...babe...

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Based on an idea I have for later on, Jason and Danny are in the middle stage between friends and Dating and Jason finally gets to meet the other two of the everlasting trio...

Sam, has a baseball bat in hand that is starting to sprout out branches: You hurt Danny and you'll end up dead again, and this time you won't have the hands to dig your way out.

Tucker, with sparks flashing in his eyes and a grin on his face, his PDA blinks with info that no civilian should have: Jason Peter Todd-Wayne, I know all about you, mess things up with Danny and your Pride and Prejudice Self insert fanfiction gets shared with your family, as well as your Wattpad and Tumblr accounts will be sent directly to the Justice Leauge.

Jason, crying a little bit:Danny your friends are terrifying.

Danny, walking out in a pink apron:Oh shit...ugh, Sam! Tucker! I told you dont do that!.

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Vlad, being a creep to Danny: Oh little badger...truly looking forward to seeing you begging for your life once more

Jason, equidded with Fenton works guns: Anyway I started Blasting.