#food as love

[ineffablebookgirl]

Food as love in Heartstopper Season 2

Charlie gives Nick a chocolate bar for their 2-month anniversary.

Tao's mom brings him apple slices when he's feeling down. After their conversation, Tao eats them.

Charlie buying tons of snacks for the friend sleepover.

Nick keeping the croissant for Charlie to eat later.

Tao offering Nick a crisp (a parallel from their faceoff in season 1 where Nick offers Tao chips as an olive branch).

Tao getting the apple juice for Elle at the hotel breakfast in Paris.

And Charlie denies himself food just as he denies himself the love he gives so freely to his friends.

[cleverbrainer]

i read one (1) sydcarmy fic about sharing life & love via airpod on the train and now i am absolutely feral, dissecting every song i’ve ever heard

[poetryorchard]

heloooo tumblrinas and normal people pls pls join me (who, for the record, never left tumblr) for a poetry workshop where we’ll read some poems that are absolutely viral on tumblr (BUT FOR GOOD REASON) and some that are maybe not that known?

i love you. i want us both to eat well. like, fuck!!! come and write with me about food & love!!!!

sign up here

[lucyfishwife]

Spouse had a shit day at work so I did this. I cannot stress enough that (a) he is not 7 (b) I am not his mother (c) we have a pretty un-twee relationship BUT this was silly and nice and who doesn't love an extruded potato product?

The face on the front left is clearly possessed, though

[the-technorats]

i attended a christian-girl-autumn-themed potluck :)

[matherines]

SHUT UP! MORGS!!! tell me about "dancin' round the kitchen (in the refridgerator light"!!

i love this one!! very soft, domestic post-canon alex and henry both in the brownstone and later in austin and the ways in which both of them use cooking and food as a love language! just a series of little vignettes really because i’m a sucker for those, but i am very much a proponent of the idea that love is stored in the kitchen.

here’s a little snippet!

There are things you learn about someone when you move in with them. Especially, Henry thinks, when you move in with them before really ever having a proper date — but he doesn’t know if going for dinner or coffee or slinging his arm around the back of Alex’s seat in the cinema like a teenager would have prepared him for the fact that Alex refuses, even upon penalty of death (which Henry has threatened more than once) to close the bloody refrigerator.

It’s a nice refrigerator, stainless steel with one of those little touchscreens on the front that Henry thinks is absurd but Alex had practically fallen over himself begging for when they were moving into the brownstone. Henry just likes that the refrigerator enables Alex to spend slow days making mole or trying to replicate recipes from the last episode of Bake Off they watched. Every time he goes to reach for something normal (milk, jam, leftover Ethiopian food from the place down the block), he finds something ridiculous (starfruit, duck eggs, things Henry doesn’t know the name of). There’s far too much food in it for the two of them and their occasional houseguests, but with everything that’s happened to them… he thinks the world can stomach letting them have a few little indulgences.

[1982brucespringsteen]

i love having meals with my friends. everyone at this table loves me. everyone at this table chose to love me for who i am. everyone at this table got to know me as a person and decided to stay. pass the salt

[hiro-academia]

When Shouto has a bad day, he doesn’t tell anyone. He gets quiet, sure, but he’s often a bit on the quiet side. He figures no one will notice.

Katsuki notices.

Shouto doesn’t think his forgotten lunch or his rough shift or this ache in his chest is worth anybody fussing over him for, so he just tries to forget about it.

Katsuki knows what it’s like to not want anyone fussing over you.

Shouto gets back to his apartment late, already tired. Despite his mood, he doesn’t really think about having a long bath (he’s got a perfectly functional shower) or putting on soft, comforting clothes, or doing much of anything beyond microwaving some kind of frozen dinner (he needs the calories) and going straight to bed.

But there’s a package on his doormat.

Once inside, Shouto eyes the bundle with curiosity. Inside the knotted cloth, there’s a bento, perfectly prepared by hand. The curry rice inside is still warm. Stacked on top, a short, round jar of miso with a flip-catch seal. And a note.

Soup gets 1 minute in the microwave

That’s it, Halfie

Don’t fuck it up

Shouto’s lips curve in a helpless smile. Maybe it’s be nice to have someone fussing over him sometimes.

[chaosciara]

vegas and pete’s scene is actually making me cry

“because I’m hungry”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[caats]

[ecstaticadventures]

‘bread is bad for you’ ‘rice is bad for you’ sorry im not subscribing to the idea that staple grains that have been integral to cultures for centuries are evil. i love you carbs

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

bonus:

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[stargirl230]

thanks for the light

I was just trying to figure out how procreate works but then the op brainworms got to me and 35 hours later here we are! can you tell I miss home-cooked meals :')

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