#THE BEST SOUP
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the-lonelybarricade · 1 year ago
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Secret santa here with a snippet! Trying to go hard with pining Rhys and oblivious Feyre for this one 💕
"Good morning, Feyre darling," Rhysand drawled, the way he always greeted her.
"It's noon, Rhys," Feyre said. The nickname might have been overly familiar, but Feyre had noticed his eyes glittered like stars whenever she used it with him. And besides, after being up since dawn, she wasn't inclined to fall over herself currying favor with someone who'd just rolled out of bed.
"Then let me be the first to tell you that you look delicious this afternoon."
Feyre rolled her eyes, positive she looked the farthest thing from delicious in her threadbare leggings and sweater. If it were anyone but Rhys, she would have been sure they were being cruel. But he had enough of her goodwill that he could pay her teasing compliments and not end up with his teeth bashed in for his trouble.
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I'm trying to so hard to piece together what's happening here 👀 Analyzing every little detail tyring to figure out what world we're in outside of the delicious feysand flirting hehehe
I've reread this so many times 🤤 I'm already so feral for the mooning Rhys and exasperated Feyre dynamic. Thank you for sharing it with me!! 🙏
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feministdragon · 2 years ago
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want soup? here’s soup!  the best soup! 
after eating this for a few weeks my elbows and knees are no longer rough.  
you need:
two pork thigh bones (like fist size pieces, if there’s cartilage on it’s a bonus) (organic bones are better)
4 chicken thigh bones (if there’s meat and skin/fat still on it’s a bonus)
thumb-length chunk of ginger root, sliced (scrape off the skin with a spoon first bc chinese medicine says you should)
[edited to add now I usually add both 黃耆 (huáng qí) and ginger root to the soup to boost my overall wellness and energy levels]
1/4-1/2 cup rice wine or any 25% or above alcohol (can skip if you don’t have, but it’s better with)
1/4 tsp salt
4 quarts water
throw everything in a 5 quart pot, and boil it up for 4 hours on low low heat.  watch it while you bring it to a boil first so it doesn’t boil over, (annoying!) then turn it down as low as possible for the 4 hours.  
pro tip! if you need to leave the house but it’s not done cooking yet, make sure it’s been cooking WITHOUT opening the lid for at least a half hour, then you’re good to just turn it off and leave it on your stove safely, it’ll be sterile as it cools down.   when you come back home just resume cooking.
or! let it cool all the way down and pack it into boxes/bags for your freezer so you’re not faced with squeezing 4 quarts of soup into your fridge.
when it cools down it turns into solid jello, it’s amazing, all that gelatin is just straight up nutrition for your bones joins organs and skin
[edited to add that how 'solid' the jello is actually depends on the bones you've used that day, sometimes it's just thicker but very liquid when it's cooled, but that's ok it's still good for you]
I feel so nourished after having a bowl, even when there’s nothing else in it, but when you eat it you can add like dried seaweed and meatballs and spring onions and it’s so. good.   
or you can add quartered tomatoes and quartered onions and pieces of meat 
or you can add eggs and green veggies and spring onions
add it to anything to make the food more nutritious
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so good
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imtherain · 7 months ago
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Also I worked at a bank, we also had a red phone but it wasn't for nuclear stuff. To be honest I don't know what it was actually for, but we had a code word to use when we heard it ring and it rang about once a month. Every single time it was a scam caller of some sort. We also used to get Nigerian Prince level scams via fax at that branch. All addressed to a woman who hadn't worked there in like 10 years
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months ago
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Council of lovefools.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang yanli#jiang cheng#They don't have an actual sleepover in this scene but the vibes were so sleepover coded...I had to get them cozied up.#Late night talks with friends and family are some of the best conversations.#My siblings and I used to have room sleepovers with each other (Actually an excuse to stay up and talk about runescape)#Currently my flatmates and I also have really great heart to hearts late into the night.#Pondering shit like 'What defines confidence?“ and ”Why are people terrified of letting themselves fall in love?"#All that aside; There is a really great conversation between JC and WWX here. They are so close and yet so far way from each other!#Fundamentally they *agree* about many things - but JC now has to play the role of someone more 'mature'.#His temper is reigned in and he had to take a more nuanced approach. Whereas WWX can be far more reactionary.#JC has changed to become someone more mature (or at least he is trying).#Contrast this attitude with the scene *right* after where WWX literally goes baby mode with JYL. Rolling around going “I'm Fwee years old”.#When children are hurt we comfort them with hugs and warm food and a laugh. It's not enough when you're an adult. It's not simple anymore.#WWX is stuck in the past when everyone else is shifting and moving on! It's a depression allegory (and just...actual depression)#But we also get to see how some things have stayed the same. They still bicker about soup. They still tease. They are still together.#They all care for each other very much but they are struggling against trauma and are not equipped to talk about it.#You can't really blame WWX for being so protective over JYL. But JC is right: “You don't have a say in who she likes.”#It may have started as an arranged marriage but *she* is *choosing* what her heart wants. JC sees that. WWX cannot.#The final act of love is letting go after all.
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sopuu · 10 months ago
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slowly realising you’re doing a no-hit run
(full art and extras under cut!)
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alt ending
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blasphemousclaw · 4 months ago
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my Tarnished and Hornsent had something special
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atdawn · 10 months ago
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MERLIN | 5.07 A Lesson in Vengeance
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writersmorgue · 1 year ago
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Lunar. This is the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
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dooblesdoodles · 4 months ago
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I think he deserves a cat
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imtherain · 1 month ago
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This is what your comment felt like to read ngl 😭 thank you so much 💜💜💜
I Wish I Could Tell You I Love You
Welp, I was supposed to be doing homework and got caught in some feelings, so this happened. Sorry it's not the sex pollen fic, but I swear it's still coming (hah)
loganxreader
word count: 2k and I didn't really edit it/reread it so suffer
Warning? it got away from me so my original plot shifted. I used "you" as the pronouns this time. You have unspecified powers and self esteem issues, Logan is sick of your shit but Tired about it. Takes place during "logan is a teacher at the mansion" times, vaguely angst with a happy ending I guess. idk why all my Logan fics are sad/sad adjacent
[Masterlist]
[More Logan Angst] (Forced Closeness)
[More Logan but make it not angsty] (Why We Wake)
Here you go
“Oh, hey, Logan,” You said as you stumbled upon him, sitting in one of the lounge rooms. You had come looking for somewhere quiet to read that wasn’t your bedroom. Why he was sitting there in the dark, you didn’t know.
He looked up at you and it seemed to take him a few seconds to figure out who you were.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Recognition finally sparked behind his eyes. You were glad you had only turned on the two small lamps in the room and nothing brighter. It was the time of day for soft light, ambient warmth to sit with.
“Want me to leave?” You offered, not really sure what was going on. Plus, you and Logan didn’t find yourselves alone very often and you were worried if you stayed, you’d say something stupid.
“No, ‘s fine,” Logan said. He looked you over, noticed you had your fancy little ereader (that he may or may not have put under the staff tree marked ‘from Santa’ for you). He noticed you were dressed way down, far more casually than you normally did in ‘public’. You were simply wearing pajama pants and a cozy top. Normally, you tried to wear ‘real clothes’ if you ever found yourself somewhere kids could potentially see you. Yet here you were, soft cotton, no jewelry or makeup or anything else. If he was a speculating man, he probably would speculate that you were wearing a soft bra underneath for some semblance of decency, but it wasn’t the one you’d been wearing earlier when he’d seen you at the staff meeting.
“Why were you sitting here in the dark?” You attempted to tease Logan. A smirk almost fought its way to his lips.
“I was just sitting here and then it got dark, hadn’t bothered to get up yet,” He explained. He stretched then, as if he just remembered he hadn’t moved at all in a long time.
You watched the way he flexed as his arms went over his head and his eyes closed with that relief that was specific to a good stretch. You hoped he didn’t catch the way your cheeks were warm when you saw his shirt ride up over his abs.
It was the age old story. You had worked at the mansion for a while now, Logan had been here longer. He was always somehow himself, even when he was getting badgered by the kids, or when Scott got on his nerves. You adored that about him, he was always entirely himself. Even if at first, you and he really hadn’t talked much, apart from pleasantries. But time passed and suddenly he shot you winks when he caught your eye from across the hall, he made sure there was a seat for you near him at dinner, he always asked you about your day, and remembered your birthday…
“You good though?” You asked. Something about how Logan seemed to reanimate when you entered the room made you worry.
“Peachy,” Logan said. “What about you? It’s pretty late for you to be wandering the halls,” Your ears got warm at the idea that he knew your schedule because he cared about you. But of course he cared about you, he was your friend. Plus, he liked to keep track of people coming and going. It didn’t mean anything.
“Yeah, I was feeling a little cooped up in my room, so I decided to find a nice little place to read until the feeling went away,” You told him. Logan hummed. “I even put a bra back on, can you believe it?” You chuckled at your own joke. Logan also knew that you refused to run around in what you lovingly called ‘a state of undress’.
“I mean, you didn’t have to do that,” Logan managed a smirk this time.
“I wasn’t about to run around the mansion with my titties flapping in the breeze,” You said before you could think about what you were saying. Logan chuckled at that.
“Is that your mutant power? Magic tits?” He asked. It had been a long standing joke that you didn’t tell Logan what your powers were.
“I mean, every baby/toddler/child I've ever cuddled falls asleep on them, so maybe,” You moved to sit in the armchair next to his. The chairs were angled together so you could still chat. You folded one leg under you and fiddled with the case on your ereader. 
“I could use some of that kind of magic,” Logan mused.
“Why? You’ve got a baby I don’t know about?” You challenged him. He looked at you for a long moment before he shrugged.
“Maybe I do,” 
“I bet Scott’s the dad,” You shot back and Logan actually snorted at that.
“You’re not funny,” 
“Your snort begs to differ,” Sometimes it was easy to be near him. Easy to simply exist as two things with beating hearts and stories they didn’t want to tell. Easy to be friends.
“I have trouble sleeping,” Logan admitted. “That’s what I’d use your magic for,” Something warm in his eyes found its way into your chest and made it hard to breathe.
Just the idea that he’d think about you in anything close to a sexual manner seemed absurd. There was no way you were his type, if your past experiences were to be believed, you were no one’s type. Anyone who had ever tried to express romantic interest, not that there had been many, gave up on the idea within a month. Most never asked for a second date.
Most never bothered with it in the first place.
“If that was my mutation, which it isn’t, I could start a whole business, don’t you think?” You try to keep the joke going, enjoying the moment too much to let it pass.
“A business? Like you’d go around and let people fall asleep on your tits?” Logan scoffed at the idea as if it offended him.
“Sure, why not. I wouldn’t have to be naked or anything, and I’d choose my clientele very carefully. If you play your cards right, I could even hire you as my like… bouncer. In case anyone got any bright ideas. I’d give you… 10%?” 
“I’d want more than that,” 
“I’m not going higher than 15,” I smirked. Logan looked for a moment like he was going to roll his eyes, but all at once the mirth faded and he looked straight ahead instead. He sighed like he was trying to deflate the tractor tire in his chest at the thought of you selling yourself at all, even if it was just some stupid joke.
“Too bad that’s not your mutation then, huh?” His voice was gruff and you settled into your chair, feeling admonished.
You were sure Logan would get up and leave shortly after, he often did when the conversation around him died. But for some reason, he just stayed there, staring at the wall that made up the space of the two large windows that overlooked part of the garden. It was a beautiful night, summer not quite gone, fall not quite cold. 
But here Logan was, just stared at the wallpaper instead.
“You sure you’re ok, Logan?” You ask. You’d reread the same page three times, worrying too much about him to comprehend the story.
“Hmm?” Logan hummed. “Yeah, ‘m fine,” 
“Are you falling asleep with your eyes open?” You pressed, trying to sound like you weren’t worried.
“Come here for a minute,” His face turned to you and it almost looked like he was staring through you. Only, somehow, he was looking at you too. Like maybe he wanted to look into your head and figure out what he needed to say to make you understand. “Please,” He extended his hand to you and, while you weren’t sure exactly what it was in his voice that drew you in, you let it bring you close enough to take his hand. 
He easily pulled you from your chair and into his lap, much to your chagrin. 
“Logan!” You tried to chide him, but at the same time, it felt nice to be close to him.
“Just,” You felt him sigh as he gave into whatever demons were plaguing him. “Just let me hold you for a minute, would you?” Logan laid his forehead on your shoulder, his arms closed around you, holding you to him.
“Ok,” You whispered into his hair. Your arms folded around his neck, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his head. It felt natural to sink your fingers into his hair and scratch gently at his scalp.
Part of you wanted to ask what this was, what it meant. But you were too afraid to break the moment. Too afraid to hear him say it meant nothing at all.
But, as all things must, the moment ended anyway. No matter how much you wanted it to last and last and last.
Logan leaned back against the plush of the chair so he could look up at you. There was a soft smile on his face, like he’d finally seen the sunset he’d been waiting for. You blushed under his scrutiny.
“What?” You chuckle nervously.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Was his reply and you shook your head, knowing he didn’t really mean it. Why would he? How could he? You knew what you looked like.
“Stop it,” You were about to make some comment about how he wouldn’t be stupid or blind enough to mean that when you felt his hand move from your side to your cheek. The action paused whatever joke you were aiming to hide behind.
“No, you stop,” Logan said, almost sounding angry. But his hand on your face was gentle. “Everytime I try to love you, you shut me out, and yet you still stay here and let me do it… why?” 
“It’s easier to make jokes,” You said before you could stop yourself. “I mean, we’re friends, and you tease me sometimes, and…” Every excuse you normally told yourself, every way you’d phrased ‘of course he doesn’t want to love you’ to hurt yourself with, every joke you’d made to keep him at arms length, suddenly crumbled under the realization of what he’d said. 
“And?” Logan pressed, his hand returning to your thigh to mirror the other. You couldn’t look him in the eye, even sitting on his lap, his hands both rubbing soothing circles on your plush thighs, you weren’t sure you could face the real elephant in the room.
But something told you to face it anyway.
“And… I don’t know how to tell you I love you,” your voice was small in the dimly lit room. It wasn’t hard to pretend there was no one and nothing outside of that one old armchair you were both sharing. “I wish I did, but I just… don’t,” You added lamely. Your eyes darted up to his long enough to catch the way his entire face softened at your confession. 
“Sweetheart,” Logan’s voice was almost a moan. When you only stared at him, experiencing the horror of being perceived, he chuckled. “I want to kiss you now,” 
“You do?” You wanted to kick yourself in the head for even asking.
“Mhmm,” His hands tugged you closer, digging into the meat of your thighs just enough. You just nodded, knowing if you opened your mouth something else lame would fall out. With a smile, Logan closed the small distance between you and covered your mouth with his.
As your arms closed around him again, and the kiss deepened, you realized it didn’t really matter if you knew how to tell him you loved him. Because you could show him. In the way you teased him, in the way that you’d hold his hand after breakfast tomorrow, in the way that your face would always get warm when he looked at you too long.
In the way that you kissed him right here and right now and every day going forward if you could.
And he may have looked at you like you were the sunset he’d longed for, but the sun only ever sets so that it can rise again tomorrow. So you could always show him how much you loved him again tomorrow.
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raplinenthusiasts · 7 months ago
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💐 @cordiallyfuturedwight
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totally-lyrical · 10 months ago
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aro besties, people who think they might be aro, people who used to be aro, cishet aro men, all people who are anywhere on the aro spectrum
i would like to wish you a very good and warm soups for all of time 👍 your worth is not defined by your label, you are queer and we love you
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patrothestupid · 4 months ago
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onion soup my beloved
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soup--champ · 6 months ago
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messy doodle because i’m going through it
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sopuu · 2 years ago
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some petras! haven’t drawn her in a while
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llithiumstars · 1 year ago
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@mcyt-trios the poll isn't even up yet but- listen, they could be besties, they don't have to fight
(vote honeyphosna though, yogs sweep)
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