my biggest flaw is that when i see a cute pumpkin at the grocery store i cannot NOT take it home with me to make soup. no matter the time of the year
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thinking about soup. good for your throat. good for emotional support. soup around the world bringing people together. tomato soup, chicken soup, sweet corn soup, onion soup. soup that's creamy, soup that's brothy, soup that's hot and sour. soup with noodles, soup with croutons. lentil soup, bisque, chowder. tom yum, ramen, miso soup, rasam. never minestrone fuck minestrone. ramen, pho,
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happy i’ll make you some soup sunday
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c!Tommy is like soup because yeah if you're not careful with him, he'll burn you, but if you're patient and you're gentle he's warm and wonderful and home.
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ctommy went to see cwilbur btw. wilbur still lives in their shitty little shack by las nevadas but it's close enough that they can see the city lights n tommy doesn't feel like he's stuck in the middle of nowhere. and wilbur is suprised to see him but he lets him in anyway & pulls him into a hug (gently enough that tommy can pull away if he needs to) n they sit on the floor in a melted pile of brother soup nd tommy buries n his face in wilbur's shoulder hard enough that he can hear his heartbeat and wilbur's got a messy blanket nest mattress on the floor that he uses as his bed bc he's fucking pathetic (affectionate) and tommy doesn't feel safe, necessarily. but wilbur's the only person who can hold him without making him feel sick. and he knows that wilbur will hurt anyone who hurts him. and that security is enough to let him push aside the lurking paranoia, just for a bit. and he sits on the bed while wilbur makes tea for them and tells him about how the building's going n ignores his tea in favor of curling up with his head on wilbur's legs and talking about sam nook. and wilbur brushes his fingers through tommy's hair (he asks first) n they fall asleep together in a tangled pile of blankets and legs and arms (tommy's curled up with his knees to his chest and wilbur's wrapped around him with his nose in his hair and it's messy and cozy and safe.)
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you ever catch yourself typing in a group chat about to drop a Food Opinion that you have to catch yourself because you know it is probably one of those Food Opinions that is objectively wrong?
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Tommy is the two headed cow. He is the two headed cow. Tomorrow they will exile that freak of nature and wrap his body in bruises and carry him to exile but tonight he is alive and in L’manburg with his brother and friends. It is a perfect day there is the smell of fresh baked cookies and Wilbur’s soft guitar in the evenings and a fire burning outside and as he sits on his bench beside Tubbo and plays his discs, music notes float away among the twinkling lights and when he looks up there are twice as many stars in the sky.
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