#soups letter

[carpe-aurore]

This popped into my head and I gotta write it down before I forget it

#calligraphy #lettering #shitpost #Mmmm primordial soup

[jean-wei]

made a soup zine in 2021! asked my friends to send me some recipes. :' ) had a lot of fun with the lettering.

gdrive link to a PDF here. feel free to print it out at home! hope this keeps you warm and soup-cookin' for the rest of winter!

#soup #food #zine #illustration #cooking #lettering

[stoneware]

[ID: 2 photos of a deep blue cyanotype print on calico with the text: Misery won't make you a better artist in bold, serif lettering and all caps. The first photo is a close-up and the second photo shows the print taped to a white surface. End ID]

#cyanotype lettering practice ^ ^ #tin can string #soup label #cyanotype #typography #ok 2 rb:)! #original id by @beanspirit tysm !!

[bucket-of-amethyst]

IMPTOBER DAY 7!!!! Totem

We made it through a full week!!!!! Let's commemorate by exploding in green and yellow sparkles!!

Every time someone pops a totem, something like those two images appear in my head. This was a good opportunity to actually illustrate them dlkhgg

#impulse #impulsesv #imptober #imptober2022 #mcyt #hermitcraft #hermitblr #soup group #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #bucket of art #got the autism acceptance letter from my therapist yesterday so i tbh-fied him bc now im legally obliged to i guess :]

[jasontoddssuper]

Thought that never fails to help my self-eestem:I'd fit right in an indie game and be a fan favorite because how weird in an autistic and trans way i am

#sally face #nitw #butterfly soup #hades game #dani domìnguez #cassandra hades #i'd make nitw and bs self-inserts too but i already have mae and diya for that /hj #saldani #casszag #salttd crew #underworld squad #actuallyautistic #trans #xenogender #neopronouns #summercore #real self shipping hours #💌 #autistic girl summer #letters from summer #welcome home #< technically not a game but ykwim.also the s/i thing applies to julie #welcome home arg #pop post ⭐️

[flowercrowngods]

for @evergreennwilloww, i’m sorry it kinda ate your ask but here’s your steddie first kiss prompt fill, hope this is fine 🌷🤍

There are many versions of Steve Harrington and Eddie is kind of obsessed with every one of them. But this one? Oh, this one might be his favourite.

Steve, comfortable in his bed, his eyes closed and small smile tugging at his lips, illuminated by the soft warm glow of the fairy lights they installed above the bed the other day.

Lying on his side, Eddie traces the play of light and shadows with his eyes, his hands itching and aching to follow, but he clenches them in the douvet so he won’t do anything stupid. Steve’s lashes are casting long shadows over his cheeks and Eddie wants to draw him. Again.

He sighs a little, sounding wistful even to his own eyes and he can feel his cheeks burning already, bracing for the worst. But Steve’s smile only widens, and even though his eyes are closed and he doesn’t move his head, Eddie feels like he’s been found out.

Steve’s hand is resting right beside his on the covers, and Eddie looks at it for a moment. They’re so close. They’re always so close lately, and Steve is always smiling, never moving away. Always staying, never leaving.

It drives Eddie insane. Takes his breath away, makes the world stop, leaves him aching and yearning and itching to reach out.

It would be so easy, too, to stretch out his fingers, move his hand just slightly until his pinky can wrap around Steve’s thumb. To play with his fingers, careful and gentle until his hand rests on top of Steve’s and their fingers can slot together like they were made to do.

So easy. And he can’t breathe, can’t hear anything above the sound of his own heartbeat when he moves, slowly, so achingly slowly.

And then Steve turns his hand. Palm up. Inviting. And Eddie’s breath hitches.

“If you’re uncomfortable,” he whispers, though he barely has a voice, “or think it’s too much… Just pull away.”

Steve doesn’t.

The first touch is light, tentative, and it tickles. Makes Eddie huff on a smile, giddy all of a sudden. Giddy and disoriented and so, so brave.

Steve hums with the second touch, Eddie’s finger slowly running along his middle finger, tingling and warm, all the way down palm to his pulse point. It makes Steve’s hand twitch, almost reflexively, and Eddie wants more of it.

And then Steve’s eyes open and he turns to lie on his side, facing Eddie, never once moving his hand from where Eddie is playing with his fingers now, still so very tentative despite everything.

But Steve isn’t looking down at their hands like Eddie, and it makes him look up, meet his eyes. He’s never seen them so gentle, so bright in the soft light of the room, and it almost makes him look away again. But he doesn’t. Because he’s already being brave.

“Hi,” Steve says after a moment, finding the words he didn’t have all day. It fills Eddie with a different kind of warmth, knowing that Steve is being brave, too.

“Hi.” He rests their palm together now, his fingers moving in between Steve’s. But it’s Steve who really tangles their fingers, slowly, because Eddie can pull away anytime, too. He doesn’t.

And then Steve lays his other hand on Eddie’s shoulder, moving up, up, up, gently caressing the skin of his neck until it comes to rest on his cheek.

Eddie’s eyes flutter closed, and Steve whispers, “Pretty.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Yeah?”

Eddie opens his eyes again, because Steve needs to know. He needs Steve to know.

“Yeah.”

And then they’re both smiling, holding hands in the soft glow of this moment they made for themselves and each other. The world stopped and they improvised to make a better one. A gentler one.

Steve is the one to close his eyes first, breathing for a moment, before, “Eddie?”

“Hm?”

Steve’s thumb caresses the back of his hand, drawing patterns of gentle bravery that send goose bumps all over his body.

“Can I… Do… Permission to lean in?”

He wants to think it’s ridiculous, wants to huff and chuckle and find some witty way to retort. But not now; not with Steve, not when he’s been fighting to find words all day and finally, finally has them.

This perfect, perfect boy is asking to kiss him. Asking if it’s okay. And Eddie wants to write poetry about it, about permission sought and granted. Permission to give you my heart? Permission to stop the world with you and make a new one, just for now, just for us, just for this?

Permission, because Steve wouldn’t do anything to hurt Eddie or make him uncomfortable. Permission, because Eddie gets a choice in this.

“Permission granted,” he breathes, revelling in the smile he gets for it.

And then Steve is kissing him. Gently, sweetly; a chaste little thing, hand on his cheek, thumb stroking along the dimples of the smile he can’t contain.

When Steve pulls away, his eyes are still closed but his smile speaks for itself. Eddie’s hand comes up to comb through his hair; and Steve rests his forehead against Eddie’s, their hands still holding, their knees now touching.

Steve Harrington has many wonderful versions. But this one? Oh, yeah; this one is definitely Eddie’s favourite. He leans up to brush a kiss to Steve’s forehead, and another when he hums happily.

Yeah. Definitely his favourite.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #hi uh words are HARD. i hope this is okay. maybe it isn’t. the brain fog is real and covid really left me with letter soup for a brain #dio words #prompt fill

[sarucane]

Ed Teach's Stories

From practically the moment we meet him, Ed's identity is unstable. We know who is he (Blackbeard) from context, from the story told by the the room around him, by Izzy and the flag his crew. But the thing is, Ed doesn't fit the story of the Mad Devil Blackbeard. Two of his first few words are "good" and "love" for crying out loud. He's called "Blackbeard," but his beard is grey.

This instability exists because Ed himself isn't sure what story he's telling--or wants to tell. "I shouldn't be bored, I'm fucking Blackbeard!" All through his early episodes Ed is in increasingly desperate tension with his own identity. He's trying to tell stories within stories, wanting all the stories to be true at the same time, yet aware of the reality that the world is constantly trying to wipe one or another of the stories away. And not really trusting that he can tell the whole story of who he is.

In the first season of OFMD, Stede wears a different outfit every episode. Yet Stede remains the same: despite his internal tensions (almost despite himself) there's a stability to his identity. But all through both seasons of OFMD, Ed putting on a new outfit means he's trying to tell a completely different story about himself.

And underneath this cacophony, there's Ed. And Ed is himself a chorus of stories, a living contradiction. A patricidal murderer who was protecting his mother; a paragon of masculinity who longs for softness and fluidity; a man renowned for violence and madness who has in fact carefully cultivated that reputation and is extremely careful with his violence; a killer who doesn't kill, yet who does kill all the time just at a bit of a remove; a half a dozen names and personas and yet always Ed; unloveable, yet deeply loved.

At the beginning of the show, Ed isn't actually good at telling his own story. He's good at listening to other people's stories, and conforming himself to them often without conscious effort. But when he tries to really tell his own story--asking Stede to run off to China, singing his break-up song song, going to become a fisherman--he fails. We don't understand in the first season why his judgement clouds, why he becomes weak when he tries to tell his story. But in the second season after spending half an episode in Ed's mind, a painful truth is undeniable: Ed, like Stede, doesn't think he's worthy of telling his own story.

So instead of telling his own story, Ed let other people tell his story. In the first season, Ed built off what Izzy told him he had to be. But he couldn't lose himself in Blackbeard, no matter how hard he tried. So in the second season, when Ed couldn't face living with his contradictions anymore, he wrote an ending worthy of Blackbeard.

All this, because Ed thinks he can only be "himself" by telling one, single story about himself. By denying his contradictions, rather than embracing them. Splitting himself in two to tell himself a story, rather than telling the story himself.

What Ed doesn't believe or trust is this: For Ed to really be himself, he has to be impossible. Two contradictory things, at the same time.

The second season of OFMD is about learning to embrace all these contradictions. In each episode of OFMD, character look at the same object or situation (a wanted poster, a unicorn, a velvety suit, a relationship, a past trauma) and they tell two completely different stories about it. Sometimes one of those stories turns out to be wrong, but more often than not both are true, and something else--something beautiful-- is born from the place where those contradictions meet. And the characters, Ed most of all, learn to accept and balance this dissonance.

Thematically speaking, I'd argue that's why the second season of OFMD is more fantastical than the first: fantasies are contradictions, real and not-real at the same time. And isn't that what transformation is, in the end? What you are and what you are not, meeting and becoming "you"?

Transformation isn't all good. At first, Ed's fantastic stories hide his pain or invoke despair

But later, the fantasies make their way into reality. The impossible begins to shape reality--and opens a way for hope.

In the last episode of S2, Ed emerges from the waves as the kraken--but there's 3 musical tracks playing, three themes: the kraken, Ed, and Blackbeard. Then he reads a love letter, and has a deeply romantic moment with his boyfriend. He puts on a new outfit to escape the British, yet his personality doesn't change at all. When Izzy first apologizes to him, Ed says "I'm the one who should be apologizing," but then Izzy changes his entire understanding of their relationship. Becomes the first family figure to offer Ed permission to be himself.

Contradictions galore, and yet Ed is still Ed. Both who he was formed into by other people (his father, Izzy, Pop Pop) and yet who he is.

In the final scenes, Ed begins to finally accept the tensions of his life. He tells Zheng that yes, he wants to kill Richie--but he doesn't go on a revenge quest. And while before his forays into being someone else meant changing his name, his clothes and mannerisms, his whole story, he doesn't act like that at all in the last scene of the ep.

And Ed's been able to do all this, to come this far, because of Stede. Stede, who Ed was drawn to because he was a "fancy man who leads a brigade of imbeciles," yet had won a fight with Izzy. Stede, who looked at Ed at his lowest moment, after Ed had admitted that the entire basis of their friendship had been in bad faith, and said, "I'm your friend." Stede who, even knowing Ed wouldn't want to hear from him, poured his heart into letters about how their bond was unbreakable.

Stede is everything he is, all at the same time. And when Ed was drowning in his own contradictions, (a rope tied around him that he could not undo and yet had put on himself) trapped somewhere "inevitable, yet impossible," Stede appeared as a fantastic, beautiful creature and brought him home.

Stede lets Ed be everything he is, and sees it all as true and worthy of love. Even when Ed fucks up, it's all right.

And sometimes, telling two different stories about something doesn't lead to a fragmented self, doesn't drive people apart.

Sometimes, it means understanding. Means acceptance, safety, connection.

From discordance (contradiction), harmony. A gentleman can be a pirate. A man can be a bird, or a unicorn. Izzy can have been one of the good ones and a fucking nightmare. And Ed can tell all his stories, they can all be true--and he can still be Ed.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers #ofmd meta #ed teach #stede bonnet #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #okay every single s2 ep has A HEAP OF things where there's one “reality” and multiple stories: Stede's letters; indigo dye... #...zheng the soup lady; a betrayal; wanted posters; a storm; soup in purgatory; life itself; anne and mary to others and themselves; #; pinata and wedding cake; unicorn parts; what happened to buttons; ed's speech; stede's captaining skills; the suit; Izzy's shark #ned lowe's record; ed's treasure and the whole poison/positivity thing; ned's execution; having sex; stede's infamy #that's off the top of my head IT'S EVERYWHERE these writers are unbelievable #long ass post #ofmd season 2 love

[ej-artyarts]

Art dump!!!

Trade with @aradiarts

Trade with @/small and angry on twt

Gift for @/gowonnism on twt

Gift for @/Dumbass_Rabbet on twt

Gift for @pyonpyoncircus

#I got caught up in a seratonin whirlpool making art of others sonas hehe #these were so fun!! I love drawing for people! #me writing the letter i two different ways in the same sentence- #IT LOOKS BETTER THAT WAY LOL IDK #furry #furry sfw #furry artist #anthro #fursona #not my fursona #pokemon #pokesona #pikachu #butterfly soup reference hehe (I won’t tag it tho) #art trade #gift art #lgbt artist #artists on tumblr #digital art #arty arts

[marzipanandminutiae]

hey nerd, you're a historical clothing person: whats the best fit for like genderqueer time traveler back on their bullshit?

I am, but you have to tell me more about what this genderqueer person likes to wear. I can't make any assumptions just from their gender identity.

Signed,

Someone who knows nonbinary folks who enjoy dressing like Marie Antoinette and nonbinary folks who enjoy dressing like stereotypical long-haul truckers, and everything in between.

PS- probably get a puffy white blouse though.

#ask #ravingcactus #this is a bit of an axe to grind for me as not only a femme lesbian but an alternative femme lesbian #I've spent too long seeing videos that are like 'LESBIAN CHECK! LOOK AT ALL MY FLANNELS AND SNAPBACKS! THIS IS LESBIAN STYLE!!!' #and feeling alienated #like I'm somehow less gay or don't belong #so I'm a bit hesitant to pass that feeling along to other letters of the alphabet soup

[alphabetcompletionist]

oh fuck a little bowl of soup []ust for me

?/22

#and per se and #i don't wanna count all the letters in the soup

[rotatevacuum]

#2021 #pomidori #the text says #“hey shin... did you know that if you take the polish word for ”soup“ and switch the first letter to d you'll get the word for ”ass“”? #ще мені цікаво чи хтось помітив напівпрозорий напис у правому верхньому кутку

[retroautomaton]

lunch hour 🧳⏰

#he’s doing his best :) #actually he just acts on impulse and this impulse said ‘soup’ #and you’re not going crazy I did change his name #just by one letter tho I just thought it sounded better #Yulis #Paul

[yearningaces]

💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

GIVE ME THE MAN FISH

TAKE SOME EXTRA FISH MAN BECAUSE I AM IN A MOOD FOR SELF DESTRUCTIVE DEVOTION

Hallow was a creature of desolation. A giant predator who was meant to dwell at the bottom of the ocean floors who was forcefully drudged up from his home in the depths to serve as a play thing for the elder council of much smaller mers, who somehow contained him.

He would have happily torn everything to pieces and would have enjoyed feasting on each of the elders from the tail up as they screamed and begged for it to end be it by death or mercy.

But then after his first fight, you came along.

Sweet light bringer, like the sun through the shallow waters, you warmed him in a way he'd never felt before. The waters of the trenches are cold, but your warmth was the remedy.

And so Hallow would lay in his cold and dark cell, like a dog awaiting the return of a master at the front door. Waiting for you to open the door, and let him back inside the house of the warmth you bring with you.

How his fangs ached with the desire to bite into his own flesh, his claws tingled to dig into the soft sinewy viscera of his chest so he could tear, blubber then flesh then muscle and bone before hollowing out a section of his heart, all for you.

He'd wonder if you'd form a comfortable little nest in his heart, allowing him to carry the warmth you always bring with him wherever he goes.

Pleading and yearning and remaining depraved for something softer. Craving with such a visceral longing that his teeth ache to sink into something yet he remains the equivalent of a rabid beast collared to a leash he's offered to the only one he truly adores.

Hallow was effectively collared and reverently clicked his collar into place at your mere appearance in his life. He'd grant you his leash, even a rabid dog wouldn't bite the hand feeding him so gently and caringly.

Hallow was a desolate creature. And would continue to be. Burning and starved for a taste of your warmth, your care. The greatest reward he could attain for surviving another day, for tearing another fool into a visceral mess of leftover flesh. And he'd do so happily, sometimes allowing himself to be bitten into and torn down to his bones because you might stay longer while patching his wounds and soothing his broken whimpers of pain. Anything for another moment, is what his pious heart demands, and like a carnivorous pup he follows his heart with a fanged grin, ready to sink his fangs in again.

#letters of yearning #x reader #monster boyfriend #gender neutral reader #monster x reader #hallow #tw self mutilation #listen i know i said soft but i hit the stride of destructive devotion cause good soup

[thirdchild-restlesschild]

made this bc the palia hyperfixation be hitting but i just thought i could make other characters

castiel update incoming

update: i made another

update i made another

kinda obsessed actually

#reth i love u #all orange bc of the carrot soup wallpaper <3 #and a green butterfly bc i feel like hes that kinda guy #also this took a little too long #why do i have so many beads when i dont even like working with them that much #anyway #palia #reth #also i have a lot of like letter beads #but HELL if u think i could find and orange r or t? #thats why theyre black beads with orange #prayers that i can find the letters for cas #mine #crafts #started romance with hassian bc my best friend loves him #and i had to #hassian

[greenteaandtattoos]

FCG and FRIDA's relationship reminds me of middle school kids getting into their first relationships. Giggly, fumbling, blushing messes, "what if we... you know 👉👈 held hands 😳", jumping right to the "I love you's", the innocence in the inexperience and excitement at the newness.

#critical role #cr #cr spoilers #fresh cut grass #f.r.i.d.a. #cr fcg #cr frida #c3ep55 #orringinal rambles #fcgida #alphabet soup #love letters

[jasontoddssuper]

INTERNALIZE THIS FOR SELF-CARE /gen

#for context they're talking about parents #akarsha #min-seo #butterfly soup #butterfly soup 2 #summer plays butterfly soup 2 #trauma llama #letters from summer #pop post 🌟