Milo and Dan baking bread 💙💙💙
Dan and Milo baking bread!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
The thing is, like. Milo is fourteen. There’s so much of him ahead of himself. He doesn’t know how to handle it, sometimes
And he really isn’t all that good at using his words yet
Dan doesn’t want to push him, not when he’s sitting there with that look that is already so much more legible, more vulnerable, than anything he would’ve gotten just a few months ago. But he knows how to make bread
(And one of the great things about making bread, by the way, is that it has a concrete result. There is nothing intangible about it. You cannot not feel like you did something. I love baking and I think Dan does too)
And so he goes to the recipe box—old-fashioned, paper cards, the kind that he knows is a little piece of pretension but he likes anyway (the kind Serena likes because it’s so pointedly normal, so purposefully anchored in a sense of home)—and he rattles around a little too loudly
By now, Milo just. Arrives. In the kitchen. Just quietly goes for the pantry and starts getting out ingredients, agrees just enough when Dan tells him what else they need
Slowly, usually, he starts to talk—maybe over the dry ingredients, just about his day; maybe angrily as he kneads dough with force; once, carefully, as he first started washing his hands. Sometimes he doesn’t, just nods and says he can do what Dan’s asked him to and lets one of Dan’s playlists sound loud through the kitchen. (Once, when Dan had put on Def Leppard, they’d ended up laughing, dancing goofily, singing toneless and too loud to each other as they waited on the oven. That had been a good day.)
They tear off pieces, today, break through the crust with their fingers, dip it in fancy olive oil mixed with herbs from the cabinet because Vanessa had sent him a bottle and he just wants to use it so he can tell her. Milo laughs at him for it, but he likes the way it tastes
“‘s good,” he declares, mouth still half-full, so unselfconsciously happy that Dan’s heart aches
“It’s one of my favorite recipes,” he admits. Smiles. “We’ll have to make it again.”
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love when ppl make random ass aus for their fave ship that r just nonsensical and crazy . anyways jegulus au in which the potter’s run an animal shelter and usually order their pet supplies online but one day james goes to a chain store and finds regulus, who hates every single thing abt his shitty fucking pet store job and ONLY stays bc having a shitty job getting to pet cats on a leash is better than having a shitty job and not being able to. anyways james sees a twink and loses a few brain cells so he just pretends he has NEVER had a pet before and asks for regulus’ advice to talk to him. in his nervousness james is like “so dogs can’t eat chocolate right hahaha that’s crazy i’d go crazy” and regulus is like “i don’t get paid enough for this”
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so one time i got bit by a brown recluse which is one of the only types of spider in my area that's actually dangerous and at first i didn't know what had happened to me, only that it was nasty. the swelling wasn't going down and the wound started to get ugly. i don't want to like get into the details because that's gross but it got to the point 2 weeks later that i was worried enough to go to the doctor, which i hate doing.
i am not afraid of spiders but other people are so i'd been covering it with this big ole square bandage (i needed more landscape coverage than a simple bandaid) and sat in the university medical waiting room, kicking my heels and playing BOTW. the nurse who admitted me was like, oh, we have got to get Tom to cover this one. she wrote spider bite under my ticket.
i waited in the near-empty building for like an hour and then nurse tom shows up in spiderman scrubs, out of breath. "sorry," he says, "i saw - your slip - and I had," he heaves in a breath, "to run home and. get. these scrubs. i literally. ran. felt like a job. for. spiderman."
i laugh. he puts his hands on his knees, thumbs-ups at me. fishes a pamphlet out from under his clipboard that basically says spiders can be scary but you don't need to be scared, there's very few dangerous spiders in new england. "honestly," he wheezes, "we probably don't need to get you into an exam room. just..." he waves his hand at the pamphlet, "read that."
i look down at my arm. then back at him in his scrubs. and then down at my arm. i like that he made an effort to make a joke, but now it does not feel like a good joke, because they are mistaking my calm for a lack of injury. "can i. like. at least show you the bite?"
he gives me kind of a weird look, which is fair, but then says. "if. i mean, if you have to."
i peel the bandage off. his face goes green.
"oh," he says.
"yeah, man."
"a... spider bit you?" his voice is high and tight and trembling. he backs up a few steps.
"i think a brown recluse," i offer. "i know it's nasty, sorry."
"excuse me for a moment." he looks over to the administering nurse on the other side of the small room. "i need to find someone else to take care of you."
the administering nurse smiles over to us with a degree of pleasure that is almost salivating. for a moment, like a window opening, i am briefly aware of what must be a psychic message floating amongst the in-between. her jaguar teeth all say this is like a party for me and i know exactly what i'm doing.
"oh no, tom," she says, grinning. "i gave her to you specifically."
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So one of those Danny gets spat into the DC universe things, but he’s shot out of a Lazarus Pit in Phantom form. The dirty ectoplasm fucked up his memories and all he knows for sure is that he used to guard a portal that, just like this one, was glowing a radioactive green. So when he explains that to Ra’s (because let’s be honest, the guy totally would talk to Danny one on one) Ra’s basically goes “You must have been sent to us to guard our Pits” and Danny, amnesiac that he is, goes “Probably” and goes along with it.
They train him to kill, but each time he does he ends up crying over the bodies he kills. His tears bring them back, but as a thrall. Rather than deal with Pit Madness they’re undyingly loyal to Danny and Danny alone. Since Ra’s can’t trust them to be loyal to him, though, at most they become guards for outside of the base.
One of these guards, despite their loyalty to Danny, sees that Danny isn’t so much happy as he is accepting. And so they go to the one person they know to have repeatedly stood up to the League of Assassins in the past, Batman, and ask for his help. Not to save themselves, but to save Danny and get his memories back.
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