#i love birds okay

[riovidalharkness]

[Me watching TV]

[Hears a bird in the background]

That's a Blue Jay!

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[fiendishartist2]

guy who doesnt dance x guy who will drag you onto the dance floor

[omegalerc]

this is the same exact image.

[forgetmesunflower]

Alfred taught them to cook.

He loves cooking, loves making dinner for a full table, working around different restrictions and preferences, and that's all the more reason to teach each of them how to love it just the same.

Bruce has trouble eating after his parents' death, appetite diminished and joy for new and exciting foods gone. Alfred places a plate on the counter in front of him (Bruce won't eat in the dining room anymore; that was a place for family meals), but all he does is stare.

Alfred tries several new things, anything to peek his ward's interest. Eventually, it becomes simply making sure he gets basic vitamins and minerals. This morning he cuts up fruit in between mixing the crepe batter. Fibre is easiest to get into him in the mornings. Bruce, already nine, comes down to the kitchen and watches him.

"I'll just be a few moments more. Will you get the bowl of custard out of the fridge for me, my boy?"

Bruce complies with a nod. He pulls out the bowl and curiously peeks into the saran wrap covering. Alfred angles away but keeps an eye on him as the boy peels the wrap back and sticks a finger in. Alfred can't imagine scolding him for it when he brings his finger to his mouth and his eyes light up in satisfaction. It's gone quickly, but Alfred has gained his own spark as Bruce sets the bowl beside him on the counter, reaching up on his toes to see the strawberries Alfred slices up.

Alfred holds up one slice as if inspecting it. He pops it into his own mouth. Bruce's eyes go wide before smoothing over. Alfred hums. "I'm not sure if this size is quite right. Will you taste test it for me?" He offers a slice to Bruce.

Bruce scrunches up his nose. "Size doesn't affect taste."

"Oh, but I assure you it does. See for yourself."

Bruce gingerly takes the thick slice of strawberry and slips it between his lips. It sits in his mouth for a while before his jaw moves to chew.

"Well?"

"It tastes like a strawberry."

"Okay, well now try this smaller one." It's thin and flimsy when he passes it over. Bruce eyes him skeptically but slips it in just the same.

Bruce's eyes widen and his lips pucker. "That is different. Why is it different? What'd you do to it?"

Alfred can't help a smile. "Nothing, my boy. That is simply the art of cooking. You want to give it a try?"

His tasks are simple assortment of ingredients and putting the crepes together while Alfred keeps him away from the stove, and Bruce keeps sneaking bits of fruit and dollops of custard, wrinkling his nose at the taste of raw batter.

Nine is a little young to start learning to cook, Alfred thinks, but Bruce eats two and a half stuffed crepes before he realizes he's full. It's the largest breakfast he's eaten in months. Bruce joins Alfred in the kitchen for almost every meal after that.

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Alfred taught them to cook, and I want to give them each a comfort or otherwise meaningful dish to feature here.

Any suggestions?

I've had thoughts for making one of Dick's being something I grew up loving that Alfred learned to make (with Dick's helpful input to make it closer to home), though my German family's food, I've found, might be more Mennonite-specific. Like wareniki (vareneki) & schmaundt fat or something as simple as kuchen.

I'd love to explore different culture's foods with this, so if you have suggestions, any at all, please share!!! It doesn't have to be culturally specific though. I'd just really love to expand on this idea and started with something simple (and white haha) for Bruce. Though it could always change!

Continuation post!

[sapphicseasapphire]

Bird of prey

[eskiinox]

You're on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a Princess.

You're here to slay her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world.

[lemonlimestar]

kon vc: rob, have u ever considered bringing back the leotard? but. but, like, with thigh highs instead of leggings underneath. it’d be really—no? i just—what? nooo, nothing brought this on. i just think it would be cool. that’s it. don’t worry about it, man. dude. buddy.

[daynascullys]

gif request meme

@emilie786 asked the mentalist + favorite episode ⤷ 7x13 “White Orchids”

[alcyonsa]

comfort.

[anistarrae]

magolor gijinka

[sternentreue]

Do you sometimes think about your Rook dying a very violent and sudden death in battle, their LI running up to them and crying for help while Rook is just shaking and bleeding out, desperately clutching at their partner, eyes wide in fear, while their LI can do nothing but to tell them that it's going to be okay (it's not) and fighting back sobs and tears to put on a brave face for them in their last seconds, just to break down and cradle them in their arms after they took their last breath, or are you normal?

[clubsheartsspades]

I support women's rights to not shave their legs but PLEASE GET RID OF THE SPIDERS MOON I'M DYING

[theaonlax]

Hawks🦅🦅🦅

but Figure Skater AU lets goooo

[elkkiel]

staring at you lovingly like this, just because 💛

🤔 what if 🫵 you and 🐈‍⬛ I were a 😈 trickster 🧚 fae 🐟🎸 bassist and a 😠 grumpy 🐜🦐🐀 tiny 🥁 drummer ➕ and 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 we 👀 made eye contact 👀 because 🫵 we🐈‍⬛ 🩷✨ love ✨🩷 each other ❓❓

[just-existing-as-you-do-blog]

First art I'm posting to Tumblr. I tend to avoid it just to keep my anonymity.