#me: uhhhh Soup?

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i live a healthy, balanced life. i eat a bowl of ramen for breakfast, a microwaved burrito for dinner, and then at 2 am i devour an entire head of lettuce

[flamememeago]

Contracted an incurable disease: finally getting into the stones

[crafting-cringe]

WHOO HOO first art post hello Sub Enjoyers

do we like the design yall

[angeliteonfridgeduty]

trying to make a project moon sona again let's hope this doesn't backfire like the first time and result in Sundial 2 Electric Boogaloo

[mythcaels-a]

me @ me: do not think the thoughts of wanting to move blogs again

[rarepairnation]

stumbling back into the google doc already covered in last nights blood. i woke up with the worlds worst headache bc i stayed up so late. god damn it i will finish this today

[soup-soup-soup-soup-soup]

SOUP-ER BOWL ROUND 10

FROM THE FOOD THAT MANKIND COULD EAT THREE MEALS A DAY, FRIED, SAUTEED, BAKED, AND NOW AS A SOUP--COMBINED WITH THE LEEK, YOU DON'T EVER WANT THIS SOUP TO LEAK--IT'S POTATO LEEK SOUP!

(recipe: https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/25708/potato-leek-soup-iii/

image credit: skinnytaste.com)

FROM A FRUIT CONSIDERED TO BE FILLED WITH NUTRIENTS TO THE POINT THEY COULD HELP THE DEAD TO THE AFTERLIFE BY NATIVE AMERICANS AND EQUALLY AS VERSATILE AS THE POTATO, PLEASE WELCOME BUTTERNUT SQAUSH SOUP!!

(recipe: https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/12974/butternut-squash-soup/

image credit: aberdeenskitchen.com)

[nerdymetalhead]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Butterfly Soup (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Akarsha/Noelle (Butterfly Soup), Akarsha & Noelle (Butterfly Soup) Characters: Akarsha (Butterfly Soup), Noelle (Butterfly Soup) Additional Tags: they kiss, also like a little bit of angst maybe at the beginning, but it won't make you sad, promise! Summary:

What does it feel like to be loved? 

 She doesn’t have an answer, only being used to rejection all of these years. Will she ever know? She doubts it. There’s no way anyone would love her, right? The girl she’s currently crushing on is… clearly not into her. Right?. 

 What does it feel like to be BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP!

 What kind of question is that? 

 What BEEEEEP!

[muse-soup]

Summer Aesthetics

Gyro

Road trips, beach days, sprawling out in a hammock. The smell of cut grass. Windows and doors cracked to let the air in. Popsicles and watermelon slices and neighborhood cookouts. Fireworks in the park. Back to school sales. Americana.

Starchy

Hot, dusty roads. Running barefoot in the fields. Fireflies drifting lazily by as the moon rises. Cutting out of work early to enjoy the sunshine. Festivals and carnivals and county fairs. Anticipation of the upcoming harvest.

Sawyer

Hazy, muggy afternoons. Loitering with your friends. Gas station treats. Arcades. Underpasses. Music festivals. Riding your bike to the pond. Stargazing from the roof of your car. Wishing you still got summer vacations.

Three Meat

Blazing sun, burning sands, vast mesas and plateaus. The contrarian chill of the desert night. Tropical forests and coasts. Teeming life. Busy markets-- dangerous markets. Nightlife. Feeling the pulse of the universe as it thrives around you.

Gourdon

Oppressive humidity. Buzzing insects. Sunshowers. Traveling circuses. Days stretching on and on, feeling sometimes limitless, sometimes tedious. Bubbles drifting on the wind. Creatures lurking deep in the ocean. The promise of adventure... for better or for worse.

[fingertipsmp3]

Can’t tell if I actually genuinely think this job interview tomorrow is a bad idea, or I’m just trying to convince myself it is because I don’t want to do it

[ohissandhalasta]

if I have to write one more paper about mollusks I am going to cause problems loudly

[lanekimdeservesbetter]

Badly articulated thought incoming but there's something so real about the way that Gilmore Girls represents the discrepancy between how you view your parents and how your child views them.

Particularly in the earlier seasons, it feels accurate to the Experience of the complexities of generational trauma, particularly with the whole class aspect mixed in

[flamememeago]

Sometimes to heal my soul I listen to Neil’s version of Oh Clementine and then enter a fugue state in his honor

[milktiicup]

H-h-hey.. senpai… I was wondering if you could make more about Mr Crawling! (I LOVEDDD YOUR PREVIOUS FAN FIC ABT HIM) because he’s such a cutie tbh and I love him sm so I was wondering maybe if you could make something about how he would react to the reader spending more time with someone else (coworker preferably!)

Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to do this..!

(Can I be 🦁 anon?)

the jealous type!

His face scrunches. “Not you… smell bad. Someone else.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🌊 ⋅ ˚✮ omg my first anon >.< ofc u can be 🦁 anon!!!!

warnings. more fluff/comfort hehe, spoilers for end04

It’s late when you return home. If it was any other day, you’d be scheming around the streets with your crowbar- but life is different now. 

You have a commitment at home. Your new roommate… boyfriend? thing. It’s almost as routine as having a pet; coming home, giving him a pat on the head, giving him his completely normal legally obtained soup and ending the day snuggled up on the sofa with him at your feet. 

Sure, he’s the one who came with you all the way from that other world and didn’t have any friends here, but does that mean you can’t? It’s not like you could bring Mr. Crawling with you to work, or after work drinks with your coworkers. Normal people can still see him, after all. He’s just��� a little hard for other people to notice- you picked up on that when your parents dropped by on an impromptu visit one evening.

When you kick your shoes off when you come in through the front door, you feel guilty. You can tell he’s a bit down- of course, Mr. Crawling still tackled greeted you with his overzealous, unnecessarily over the top hug. 

“You return!” he says, every time without fail. 

“I return,” you reply, petting his head, but something feels off. He doesn’t let go immediately, and his usual enthusiasm is muted.

Mr. Crawling pauses, his face stuffed into your neck. You quirk a brow, curiously eyeing him as he takes a big sniff of your skin and clothes. His face scrunches. “Not you… smell bad. Someone else.”

Is he the jealous type? Wow, and since when was his sense of smell so good?

“You can smell my friend?” you blink at him, cringing as you feel a knot in your stomach. You try to explain, “Uhm… someone else… uhhhh… my friend.”

“Other friend?” Mr. Crawling frowns, sitting back on his feet, the space between you growing slightly colder.

You pull yourself up from the floor, careful to meet his uncertain gaze. “Other friend,” you confirm.

“Friend… same me?”

You sigh, wishing this language was more descriptive. It’s hard to explain something so complex when neither of you really understands it fully. You tap your fingers nervously against your leg, thinking. “I don’t understand…” you sigh, the weight of the misunderstanding settling on you. “They’re human.”

Mr. Crawling’s frown only grows deeper. He shakes his head, and scoots himself closer to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, his hair falling over the both of you as if trying to shield you from everything outside of your house. “Friend like this?” 

Resting your head on his shoulder, you let out a content sigh. “Not like this, Crawling.”

“You one. You me two. Not like three.” His grip tightens around you, pulling you as close as he possibly can, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “Me like you. Worry… not like me. Gone long time… Smell someone else.”

You pull back slightly, feeling the pressure of his arms around you. He’s not just possessive, he’s scared. You stretch your arms out. “Like you. Big like. See? This much!” You hold your hands closer together, parallel to each other. “Friend ok. Little like. Understand?”

You chuckle lightly, but the soft pang in your chest makes you pause. “You get it now, Crawling?” you mumble. You reach up and scratch his head absently, a familiar gesture that seems to soothe both of you. “Uhm… when I leave, I go to work. You know work, right?” He nuzzles into your palm, and you just assume he does, for the time being. “Work friend! Not important. You important. You, uh… you understand me?”

“Me understand,” he murmurs into your palm, his cool lips tickling the skin. “Smell bad… Me only like you. You smell good."

"I know you like me, Crawling. I like you, too."

He lets out a satisfied hum, his body relaxing again, and for a brief moment, you wonder if he’s truly getting it—or if he just likes the idea of being yours as much as you like the idea of him being yours. He pulls your head closer to his chest, and that’s when you decide you don’t really need to build rapport with your coworkers that much, not when you have a cute ghost waiting for you back at home.

[luckytriplesevens]

working on a twst page redraw.... epel & leona will not leave my head i think theyre so funny

[trashlie]

I feel ILY shifting back into its spot in my ever-rotating wheel of hyperfixations am I gonna bang out 5 different posts in one week because I can't stop the brainrot again??? We'll see!!!!!!!! Rotating them around in my mind like rotisserie chickens I just think they're really neat :)