#I made stew today

[weevmo]

You would not survive the Stew Crew :]

#I warred with myself over whether to post this today #but #eh - might as well! #I cant wait to delve more into their 'show' - it isn't the type of show you are thinking I'll bet #corduroy stew #yes this is sort of a redo for the first poster I made! #got the whole gang together finally #nimrod stew #lulu stew #bailey stew #wb stew

[heartscrypt]

nrc is full of people who need to be studied under a microscope

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst meme #twisted wonderland meme #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #cater diamond #floyd leech #img post #these are so fun easy and genuinely kind of addicting to make #i will never get over the fact that silvers least favorite food is lilias cooking #literally the funniest fucking piece of information ever #(silver) please father im begging you please can we get takeout today #(lilia) aw but i just made garlic stew! your favorite. seasoned with crushed ibuprofen to keep away any strange ailments humans tend to get

[brifdi-daily]

Day 25: Cabby !

Source: Inanimate Insanity Invitational [AnimationEpic]

she was always my fav... i wanted to draw her happy because it makes me sad much of the season shes just straight up miserable💔

#cabby #inanimate insanity invitational #ii #animationepic #contestants #dailies #25 #i made a stew for dinner today i would share it with cabby if i could #also it is lesbian visibility week i did not knooow?! so cool #so awesome of lesbian visibility week to coincide with famous brifdi daily event Girl Week #kind of #girl week started on friday #here at brifdi daily the week starts on friday

[ereborne]

What is a Monday? A miserable little pile of obligations.

semester turnover restructure

generate/send out error reporting

figure out how to separate out unique counts

create polite reply to Massive Dick Move email

finish the bad book >:(

bò kho (not an obligation. dinner)

laundry

lizard bath

#yapping tag #I spent my weekend trying to sleep and now all my chores are due today and I wanna complain. grump grump grump whine. #the semester turnover restructure actually is a pet project so that part I like! I wish I could take my time with it though #the error reporting is. well it's easy to generate (it's actually running now) and it's tedious but uncomplicated to send out #but then I'm going to spend the rest of the day getting passive-aggressive responses from everybody #in a just world my coworkers would respond to careful itemized lists of all their fuckups with 'thank you Alexis you're so helpful #we really appreciate you flagging our mistakes two weeks before the system final-saves them forever into stone. have a cookie!' #but alas #if I'd been any less stressed and frantic when I first established the error reporting I'd have set up a separate address to send them from #write up some template emails and let the reporting all come out of the mythical 'automatic system thing' #--every 'automatic system thing' in our college is me or IT on my behalf. even the people who hired me for this don't seem to realize #if only I'd known from the beginning that nobody would ever connect me and my systems! I'd be exploiting the shit out of it-- #the unique counts is going to be a headache. no idea how I'm going to structure the coding for it. might be fun to invent? we'll see #the Massive Dick Move email response also will be an invention. 'hello Mr Massive Dick I am karma here to smite you' but polite #the bad book >:( I don't want to read any more of but the deal I made with my friend is he sends me free books and I report back #we did not discuss a special 'get out of book free' card for when the main character is a godawful shit sibling. (should've done though) #beef stew is good! mostly it's on the list so I don't forget to set the timers #laundry and lizard bath can wait until tomorrow if they must but they shouldn't wait any longer than that. lizard and I will get stinky

[lilaccatholic]

i miss being able to write poetry. sometimes it feels like all of the poetry got scraped out of my soul when i gave it up as a teenager and ive only been able to admire it from afar since. i was SO good at it, too, but when i stopped it's like i lost it forever, like orpheus turning back to find eurydice was already gone because he let himself be weak and look. how do you recover from that? how do you ever make it okay to try again, when you abandon your love to your ego, as understandable and deeply human as that abandonment is? can you? do you deserve to? would your love ever take you back if you tried? if you loved her so much, how could you leave her at all?

#lilac rambles #dont worry dears im alright im just melancholy and stewing today #i know i can probably write poetry again someday but ive neglected the skills that made me good at it for so long #that itll be a rough road home #i can go home. i think i know the way. but the road is hard and long and i am small and weary #but i will get back there someday

[direwombat]

Havent seen any wips today so im just gonna go ahead and post what i slammed out last night

Tagged last week by @kittiofdoom

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton, @adelaidedrubman, @detectivelokis, @baldurrs, @strangefable, @fourlittleseedlings, @confidentandgood, @sstewyhosseini, @purplehairsecretlair , @roofgeese, @funkypoacher, @poetikat, @aceghosts and anyone else with something to share (but also no pressure!)

Here's a fully self indulgent scene from MUCH later on in kneeling at the crossroads where jacob officially falls in love with syb. Brief context is that he found her in a near hypothermic state in the woods and took her back to the closest cabin. this takes place after her body temperature is back up to (mostly) normal

In the few minutes it takes for Jacob to go out to the shed to retrieve more firewood, Sybille has pulled on a set of the cabin’s previous inhabitants clothes and has gone to work raiding their pantry. Between the rabbits Jacob had caught the previous night before he found her shivering on the ground and the mason jars of vegetables she finds in the cupboards, she has enough to make a halfway decent rabbit stew. Throwing on an apron, she clears the counter and begins skinning and gutting the rabbits.

She doesn’t look up from her butchering when Jacob walks back through the door, a stack of chopped and dried wood tucked under his arm. The heavy thuds of his bootsteps stop abruptly and the door clatters shut behind him. “You should be in bed,” is all he says.

She looks up, glaring at him as she rips the fur from a rabbit's body, perhaps a bit more violently than she intends. The tremor in her bones has yet to subside, but she’ll be damned if she sits aside like a helpless waif while Jacob does all the work.

“You ain’t a nurse and I ain’t a child to be taken care of,” she says. Her attention focuses back to the dead animal as she slides a short-bladed poultry knife across its belly, mindful not to pierce the intestines. “B’sides,” she continues, pulling the guts from its abdomen, “if I have to eat another thing straight from a goddamn tin can, I swear to God, Jacob, I will riot.”

For a long moment, the only sound filling the cabin is the squelching as she thoroughly disembowels the animal. Blood and viscera cover her hands, and when she realizes Jacob hasn’t moved from where he stands, rooted by the front door, she clenches her jaw and glares at him once more.

And just for a moment, the sharpness to her gaze falters. The way he’s looking at her isn’t one she’s seen before. Hunger, lust, anger -- she’s seen all sorts of dark and sordid things burning in his eyes during her many, but brief, encounters with him. But what swims behind that unwavering glacial stare is beyond her comprehension. Were it worn by anyone else, she might have called it gentle or soft.

But Jacob Seed is not a soft or gentle man. She’s fucked him and walked away with bruises and an ache in her hips often enough to know.

Her canines flash dangerously. “You got somethin’ to say?” she snaps.

“No,” he says shortly, and he turns away, moving towards the fireplace with stilted steps. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, but she can’t help but notice the way the tips of his ears glow a bright pink.

It must still be cold outside.

He restokes the fire, and she’s grateful for the heat that quickly blossoms through the living space and kitchen. The chill had returned to her fingers, but as the fire warms and as she kicks on the gas stove to begin cooking, the trembling subsides. She throws butter into a cast iron skillet to brown the meat while sautee-ing a medley of vegetables in even more butter in an old and well loved Dutch Oven. The wafting aroma of garlic, onions, and cooking meat swirls around the cabin, and while her stomach growls loudly, for the first time in weeks, she’s actually excited for her next meal.

Even more so when she finds fresh thyme growing in the window box above the sink.

She busies herself, cleaning as she goes to keep the mess to a minimum and giving the pot the occasional stir after she’s dumped all the ingredients into the stock. All the while, she hums old French songs from the records her maman used to play.

Things feel…normal. Like if she closes her eyes, she can pretend she’s back in that little house in Falls End and it’s her brother sitting on the couch. He would come up behind her and sneak a bite. She’d whack him on the hand with the wooden spoon, but then they’d both laugh -- Dear God, when was the last time she laughed?

But that little nagging voice -- the one that won’t let her have nice things; the one that keeps her alive -- reminds her that things aren’t normal. The man sitting on the couch isn’t her brother. The man sitting on the couch has repeatedly hurt her and the ones she’s sworn to protect. She wipes her hands on her apron and looks at him, just barely making eye contact before he swiftly averts his gaze to stare at fire dancing on the logs.

Things aren’t normal. Things aren’t ever going to be normal again.

But maybe…maybe here in a cabin tucked away from the rest of the world, she can pretend for just a while longer.

She gives the pot another stir, testing its thickness. It’s a little on the watery side, but well within an acceptable range for something nice and hearty. Bringing the spoon to her lips, she gives it a taste as well. Her eyes roll back into her skull and the moan she lets out is embarrassingly orgasmic. Jesus Christ, it’s been so long since she’s had a hot meal.

And then, without thinking, she calls Jacob over. “Hey,” she yells over her shoulder. “Get your ass over here.”

There’s a beat of hesitation before there’s the sound of a body lifting off a leather couch. Jacob awkwardly ambles into the kitchen, coming to stand on the other side of the island counter.

Choosing to ignore the strange distance he left between them, she dips the spoon into the pot, scooping up some stew before holding it out to him. A ritual leftover from her life before the Reaping. One inherited from her maman. “Here,” she says. “Tell me what you think.”

He stares at it, steam rising up from the chunks of meat and carrot. Then, his eyes flick to hers, meeting them with an equal intensity.

She scoffs. “I ain’t poisonin’ you, if that’s what you’re worryin’ about. You know I’d stab you in your front.” She pushes the spoon closer towards him. “C’mon.”

Slowly, he circles around the counter and stands in front of her. His eyes dart between the spoon and her face just for a moment before he’s tentatively brushing his fingers over her hand where it grips the handle. Rough calluses drag against the comparatively softer skin of the back of her hand leaving sparks in its wake. Her breathing hitches and heart flutters peculiarly -- fear instinct, she tells herself; he could so easily break her wrist if he wanted.

But he doesn’t.

His hand settles over hers, dwarfing it completely. Nice and warm, like it belongs there. He leans down, eyes falling shut as he brings his mouth to the spoon’s bowl. She never noticed how long his eyelashes were. His lips smack wetly against the wood and she holds her breath as he draws back. His eyes remain closed as he chews, thoughtfully savoring every single flavor he possibly can.

Her heart thuds in her chest and she’s sure he can feel it where he holds her hand. She looks at him expectantly and when he finally swallows and opens his eyes, that strange look he had given her before is back.

“Well?” she asks, swallowing thickly.

“It’s, uh…” he coughs awkwardly and snatches his hand away. “It’s good.”

Sybille lifts her brows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunts.

That breath she’d been holding releases, but her heartbeat has yet to slow. “Good,” she says, turning away, submerging the spoon back into the stew and hiding the flush crawling up her neck. “Because you’re helping me eat it. And if you add salt or pepper, I will be offended.” She gives him a quick glance from the corner of her eye, finding him looking adorably uncomfortable. “I’m kidding.”

Her lips quirk up. “Mostly.”

#r: define your meaning of war #fic: kneeling at the crossroads #anyway....please know jacob finally falling for syb when he sees her do uh...'woman's work' /is/ intentional #like yeah until this point she’s a good fuck and can take/likes it when he gets rough #but here he sees 'good wife' behavior and that made his brain short circuit #wip wednesday #this'll get rewritten im sure but i stayed up til midnight last night writing it so its what you're getting today #i just desperately needed to exorcise it from my brain. hopefully i can get back to writing ch. 1 tonight #also shh there's some symbolism re syb as a rabbit and her feeding him rabbit stew #something something love as consumption yadda yadda yadda idk #its there and ill figure it out later #also this is rough i know i hammered it out within like 3 hrs without polishing #anyway jacob seed is sexist 2023

[goatmilksoda]

I had a whole rant prepared but I felt like my feelings were better summed up in a meme.

#people saying packing premade food to events is trashy or running errands with friends is bad can suck my wiener #that's the point #people who say a car is freedom and not a mode of transportation for emergencies and necessity can suck my wiener too #I will keep biking and I will keep bringing little picnics with me everywhere #I love outside food and I love hiking trails with friends and I love it all #but tbh I would have folded if it wasn't for all the support here on Tumblr #especially with cooking #I used to hate to cook #like 6 months ago if there was nothing to microwave at home I wouldn't eat #but now? Now it's different #I love all the pictures of cooking and fresh fruit #they make me feel much better #yesterday I made some puerto rican inspired chicken stew and it was really good #and I've been making my own boba #but I wouldn't be if it wasn't for the romanticization of cooking #goat talk #even today I had yogurt with banana and pansies and granola which isn't really cooking but I prepared something for myself

[desperatepleasures]

ok best course of action for me tonight is to take a bath and read labru fics until the water gets cold

#i wasn't gonna get anything done today anyway #well i made that lemonade!!! and had dinner (pretty good) and watched pjo (delightful) #but otherwise i think I'm just gonna sit in the stew for a while #then my only other goal for tonight is pt exercises #im not even gonna try to write. probably

[six-of-ravens]

to do today:

make a delicious breakfast sandwich and also be delighted that the little "cook an egg in this and it will be perfectly circular" thing i impulse bought at the grocery store actually works

housework: clean up the kitchen, clean out the fridge, wash the sheets, tidy up the living room/wrapping supplies

bake zucchini-chocolate chip muffins for breakfasts next week

watch more spn

do a yoga bc the back pain persists

#short to do list today bc i actually did a ton of important stuff yesterday #made stew and got all the presents wrapped and did all my running-around #side note im REALLY excited about the breakfast sandwich that was GOOD #now that I have a way to make eggs the right size im gonna have to make them more often lol

[whentherewerebicycles]

also I have a question for those of you who cook: why does my shakshuka (or curry or stew or any kind of liquid-y thing) sometimes turn out watery and sometimes turn out perfect when I’m using the same ingredients every time? I’ve made mistakes in the past where I’ve added extra veggies that have a lot of water in them and then the stew gets too liquidy, but even when I cut back to basics (tomatoes, onions, bell peppers, spinach) I still get pretty varying results for reasons I can’t identify

#today’s turned out okay but a little bit more on the watery side than the one I made last week with liz #which was perfect consistency #chunky and stew like without there being lots of visible extra water in the pan/bowl

[todayisafridaynight]

NO SERIOUSLY THE SMILE CAN BE SOMETHING SO SPECIAL... because the concept originates in violence, intended as a last resort when you're cornered, a psychological bluff that might give you the upper hand... so for Arakawa to be able to recontextualize that as part of how his family communicates (along the lines of what we've talked about with regard to their language) is really something.

Especially because like, while he has varying degrees of success instilling the concept into his men, it's pretty safe to say they would all know what a smile from him means, right? They're family to him. So if there's this mix of Arakawa starting to smile more around Jo subconsciously and Jo picking up on it, maybe there's this period of consciously pulling back and of not wanting to read too much into it, respectively...

But Eventually it's this wordless affirmation of Jo having a place in Arakawa's family. Maybe he can't really put it into words in a way that doesn't make Jo feel awkward (I mean, he can't even manage that with Ichiban, much less someone with issues around that as deep-seated as Jo's, right). But he can do that much.

And I know I KNOW this bitch never has any reasons to smile but if Jo ever smiled back..................................

Anyway. Happy birthday to your bro and I'm glad you had a good day yesterday! You deserve it :) Come to think of it, my dad was born in July... and my Bestie Group Chat (ft. my friend who initially encouraged me to get over myself and send you an ask lol) was founded on Tsutsumi's birthday...

THAT'S WHAT IM SAAAAYING LIKE FUCK MAN it can be something SO personal and something SO confusing at first so when everything Clicks....... bruvv.....

#snap chats #late to answering this SORRY was having a whole episode this morning #but yeah........ you get it...... its just a concept that makes me scream and i wanna do something with it SOOO bad.... drives me insane.. #its just good... great even.... Literally So Personal and unique to them and ouuuugh #DEADASS jo aint ever got SHIT to smile bout... s'why them rare-as-all-hell smiles gotta be worth a million dollars #with that out of the way... For Now because it WILL stew in my brain forever.. #july the day for EVERYONE god DAAAMN ironic as hell you made your group chat on his bday tho 😩 #and speaking of bdays.... it is my bros bday today... and i feel like the biggest piece of shit （；´x｀） #i told him i was leaving and i wouldnt be back until. //gestures vaguely// and he was just What 🥺?? #IM SORRY BRO IM SORRYYY it just wouldnt end well i know it and so now im feeling so conflictedd #BUT THEN IT STARTED RAINING and listen i dont. HEAVILY believe in superstition or things like that #but bro every time it rains SOMETHING bad happens so now im just lost #but thats a problem for me to work out. with my sis. cause ill prob text her and be sad about it #for now ima deal with this minor toothache i got bruh OW?? #ow. todays a painful day. and its only going to get worse this month cause its also my MOMS birth month #SEE EVERYONE BORN IN JULY absolute nightmare of a month. #in any case. ive just been sitting in a parking lot so i should prooobably go somewhere so bye for now :]]

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: April 19

"Save It for a Rainy Day" by Kenny Chesney

#song of the day #just stuck in my head I guess I can't really think of where it came from #it was raining when I woke up maybe it's as simple as that #work today was not less infuriating but it was less difficult so I'll take it. after work the book asks were very very fun #made a big pot of stewed greens and bootleg jambalaya. very tasty. #daydreaming about making my own country ham. how hard could it be really. only take about eight months. what could go wrong? #(I'm only half-joking. it's a truly unreasonable thing to want to do but I did plan out what I'd need for it #mostly the answer boils down to 'a house'. I just plain don't have room here to salt-cure smoke hang and age a hog leg) #anyway after today's book asks the immediate-to-read pile by my bed has gotten much deeper so I'm gonna get to it

[namedawesomeog]

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#no one will care about this but the lamb stew I made earlier today is So Good #literally had a piece of meat so tender it practically dissolved in my mouth #my talents are wasted as a modern human woman I should be toiling over a pot of stew in the Middle Ages #also I’m so very aware that this is something only I care about because cooking is a very fun activity for me #anyway I love cooking and I have just made the perfect stew so I’m extremely happy right now

[jvzebel-x]

🥓+🍪

💘

#made bacon grease cookies&they turned out dooope ♡ #i actually ran out of flour in the middle of making these so theyre made w a combo of protein powder+pastry flour lmao #thats why theyre that texture. i figured since bacon is in it that wasnt a. terrible choice??? lmao. #also made a bunch of tostones&a pot of beef&barley stew. i have a weird attachment to the stuff lol its my Sick soup. #its been like. a long time since ive gotten to spend a decent amount of time in my kitchen lol. im really happy i got to today #even if i am sick lmao. im always sick. but im NOT always happy&warm in my kitchen w good food. #extremely grateful for it&today in general. :) #my food #yas #♡ #gratitude journal

[maythray]

we did it boys im now finally using an ii neg tag its ALL over

#idk why ive been like. avoiding using one. #but like eh i guess i might as well since like. yeah. thats exactly what this is #and like for a while i tried to convince myself that i was being silly or caring too much but then like #ive recently gone back and rereviewed ii and like. it just made it all the more prominent how many issues it has #and its like. really upsetting what with this being an object show incredibly dear to my heart #whatever #im still trying to not let my criticism of the show and AE affect my enjoyment of whats being produced today #cause i just. cant handle stewing in that kind of negativity for something im watching and trying to enjoy

[theblindhakune]

IT IS ONCE AGAIN TIME FOR BEANS

#i made bean stew last week #and the week before #and im making it again today #but what can i say #i love eating beans #especially the way i make it #im hungy as hell #i barely ate anything yesterday #just didnt feel like eating at all