#baked like a cake

[chmerical-a]

wait better yet happy 420 hit the <3 for a themed one-liner :')

[radioapplebs]

Ace Alastor Week: Day 1

I like to think that death threats and bickering are a love language

[archivebottles]

Happy birthday to the most special girl in the universe!! Wanted to try something ambitious and ended up with the biggest comic I've done to date

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Marvel Meow (2021), Nao Fuji | Professor X and Magneto

Bonus:

[irinviolet]

A small drizzle of honey on your pie, well actually a lot more then that...

Here`s the slices you`ve asked all asked for <3

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

based off a manga panel i saw for death island where chris was wearing the tightest shirt possible for no reason and me and all my friends all made fun of him for buying XS shirts just to show off his muscles

[lunewolf13]

Tim and Jason were munching on Batburgers mid-patrol. Entirely out of the blue Tim says: By the way, I'm bi.

Jason pauses, then swallows his burger: Uh, okay?

Tim: I just wanted to tell you. In case, you know, you think no one would accept you.

Jason: ...Huh??

Tim: Yeah, there's a reason why I brought this up. What I'm trying to tell you is that B told me to tell you that you can bring your boyfriend over for dinner whenever you want.

Jason just stares at Tim, wondering if he's experiencing a fever dream because what??

Jason: What boyfriend??

As far as he knows, there is no boyfriend. Why does Bruce think there is a boyfriend??

Tim being understanding but for a completely different context: It's okay, Hood. I'll tell him you said no. No need to deny it.

Jason continues to be baffled: Thanks. But I don't have a boyfriend.

Tim does not believe him: Sure, sure. So, when's the next time Arsenal plans to visit Gotham?

Jason goes back to eating his burger and pretending he's not totally confused by the change in topic: Uh, this Thursday. I'm gonna help him with Lian's birthday cake, and brainstorm gift ideas.

Tim: Uh-huh. Hope you have guys have fun :)

[reunitedinterlude]

like snow / fragile porcelain / mist (1, 2)

[phoenixyfriend]

Me: I'm color-coding it! [Explains system]

My sister: [chokes on a laugh]

Me: What?

My sister: Nothing, I was gonna say something but it's really mean.

Me: What is it? Like the suspected autism, or--?

My sister: No it's just, dude you're color-coding a cookbook. Get a job.

[hiddenbarinapocketdimension]

This morning sucked. Woke up at 7 on less than 5 hours of sleep to bake over 50 Eccles cakes. Didn’t have like half my ingredients. Bought more only to realise I still didn’t have them all. Burnt myself on the syrupy filling. Printer died on me as I was trying to get a printing job done. Forgot to have lunch I was so excited. Locked my car key in the boot. Waited an hour in the sun in all black to make sure I didn’t get a parking ticket whilst trying to get said key out. Got stuck in traffic for half an hour only to find I’d just moved under 100 metres. Accidentally had the thermostat cranked up to 40C the whole journey. All of this, just to get to a screening.

Then when I got there….

Shrimp emotions. The atmosphere was incredible. Got there 3 hours early. Immediately bonded with people, and it just felt so warm and exciting. I passed round the Eccles cakes in its little (very large) Antichrist basket. We all counted down with the timer waiting for the episodes to start. The episodes were amazing, and I have to thank @neil-gaiman for making this season come true - it was everything I hoped for and more, and I think that’ll be the case for pretty much everyone. I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world, even if I had to live through this morning 20x over.

Trust me when I say you’re not prepared for season 2. No one is.

Anyways here’s a picture of the cakes in their basket:

[melljam]

10th anniversary cake baking !

[toyastales]

Chocolate Cinnamon Rolls

[gummywormsandkitkats]

Turned 32 today!!!

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[cardhamine]

POV 4 years after nearly dying in a family fun complex, the kid you adopted wants you to hurry up and open your birthday presents because he got you a co-op game that definitely isn't the one he's been asking for himself the last 3 months

[kristalijah]

HE'S CHECKING OUT GARY!!!! I REPEAT, HE'S CHECKING OUT GARY!!!!

[ficandkaboodle]

You knew Terzo had a sweet tooth before the two of you ever got together. But goddamn, you didn’t know the absolute lengths of monster this man will transform into to get his hands on some baked goods and candies. The reminder happens every year come the fall because sure, sweets exist in all forms all throughout the year but let’s be honest: From autumn onward, confections and their appearances spike.

From pumpkin bread to apple cider donuts to rum bread puddings to gingersnaps to whiskey balls — all of that and more, Terzo is a glutton for them. He is, after all, meant to set an example for his flock.

You, however, are long-suffering: You can’t seem to go one day in the kitchen without trying to beat him away with a wooden spoon becaUSE DAMMIT, TERZO, THOSE CANNOLI ARE FOR LATER, YOU FOUL BEAST!! I don't CARE if the spoon was left defenseless and covered in chocolate, iT'S NOT FOR YOU TO SAMPLE!! NOW OUT!! OUUUTTT!!!!

He’ll oblige you for now but you know he’ll come back. He can never stay out for long. Not when you’re making scrumptious peppermint marshmallows for putting into cups of cocoa, or are pulling maple bacon scones out of the oven to cool.

And yes, you know he has come into your workspace, trying to distract you with bedroom eyes as purrs as silky smooth as the batter you're mixing, pulling you up nice and close until you feel the head of his abdomen . . . All while one hand is trying to reach behind you for the meringues you'd just plated. And he'll do it again!!!

You've made deals with him that if he's a good boy, you'll let him lick spoons you give him or you'll let him sample some of the newer concoctions you've whipped up. But at the end of the day, you know it's pointless: Terzino is going to get his grubby mitts on them one way or another, and he'll happily munch on them as you lean against the counter in defeat.

"Grazie, dolcezza. Sublime as always 💜💜💜," he coos, giving you a kiss on the cheek. Surprisingly, you don't mind too terribly that he's left a crumby, slightly sticky mark in his wake. Because for as much of a pain in the ass as he can become when sweets are involved, he ultimately is what he eats. Most of the time.