#stone soup

[nevertheless-moving]

Continued from this au, where Kaladin gets strung up for a highstorm instead of thrown in prison during Words of Radiance, inspired by @gnecrognomicon

"The King ordered-"

Adolin rolled his eyes. "I am the King's cousin, you seriously believe I would go against his word and cut this man free? In front of a crowd of witnesses?" His tone somehow grew even haughtier the longer he talked.

"Now step back, I said l will speak with him alone."

The guards reluctantly moved away, and the prince stepped close enough that Kaladin could hear his low whisper.

"Say the word and I'll cut you free."

Kaladin blinked, looking at Adolin. He saw only open sincerity.

"...You're serious," Kaladin said.

"Sureblood is a minute's gallop away. I know you're not comfortable on horses, but a Rhysadium is different, he would never throw someone against my wishes. His saddlebags are already packed with a month's supply of food, not to mention enough bromes to hire passage on any ship in any port."

"Ship?" Kaladin asked, bewildered, but the princeling just kept going.

"We can make it to a stable in the outercamps before the stormwall hits. The moment the riddens start, we'll be gone - most won't be able to get their mounts out as early as us."

"Us?"

"Of course, they won't dare to shoot if I'm in the saddle, and anyway Sureblood wouldn't ride without me. I'll return once I see you safe to a port, there will be a punishment but -"

"Brightlord-" Kaladin said quietly. He was sure his expression was doing something strange. Hopefully the guards wouldn't read too much into it.

"Oh! A copy of your writ of freedom is also in the saddlebags - and your Horneater cook packed the meals! And when I say I packed enough bromes to hire a ship, I meant emeralds. You could buy a ship. You'd never have to work a day in your life, if you didn't want."

"Princeling, this is very -"

"Renarin will look after your men until I return, he won't let Elhokar or any of the Highprinces touch them, I swear. I wasn't able to get a spanreed, not without Aunt Navani noticing, but you should be able to hire one easily enough- I'll support your men in leaving the camps, it -"

"Adolin."

The prince finally stopped.

Kaladin took a deep breath, willing himself not to pull in stormlight to help with his throbbing headache. "I appreciate your willingness, I really do."

And he did, to his surprise. He was oddly touched by how much thought the brightlord had clearly put into the escape attempt. This wasn't a spur of the moment idea. Not to mention, there would no gain in it for Adolin, and quite a lot of risk.

"We can do it," Adolin said desperately. "Ten heartbeats and you'll be free. I can even get the soulcast manacle off completely, once we stop and rest, weaken it with -"

Kaladin laughed, the sound shocking Adolin into quiet again, the sound shocking even himself.

"I'll be alright, princeling." He smiled slightly, despite himself. "But thank you. Sorry to waste all your planning."

Adolin narrowed his eyes. "You swear it? This isn't a dramatic suicide attempt, after your earlier, equally dramatic ones failed?"

"I already decided against that, ages ago."

For some reason, the prince didn't seem comforted. The lines around his eyes tightened further.

"Your vow," he insisted.

Kaladin hesitated a moment, and he could see Adolin's right hand twitching to the side.

"I'm not going to promise I won't die," he said, exasperated. "You're a soldier, you know that there's no guarantees. I could get unlucky."

He lacked the delirious, instinctive confidence he felt last time he went into the storm. But he could feel the cool press of spheres, each from a different one of his men, sewn to the inside of his shirt by Hobber. So much more than last highstorm.

It had been difficult to breathe, in the worst of the tumult, but he also had a much better grasp on his powers this time, thanks to training with Sigzil, Rock, and Lopen. He should be able to draw in more than enough.

"I have...better reason then most to believe I'll survive this. I'll be alright. I'm not running."

Syl stood next to Adolin's shoulder. She had listened to the whole speech with thinly veiled wonder. Even though he knew she would be devastated if he broke his oath to flee, she had gasped and looked pleadingly at the mention of a ship. Kaladin smiled at her.

The prince glanced suspiciously at the air next to him, then started visibly.

Syl, in girlish form, giggled, sticking out her tongue, then turned into a ribbon of light, moving straight at the prince, causing him to blink as his yellow and black hair was shifted softly in the breeze.

She made a ring around Kaladins head, then zipped up, joining her cousins playing in the eddies above, the winds just beginning to pick up, sky growing dark.

It wouldn't be long now.

Adolin watched her go with a curious expression, then cocked his head at Kaladin.

"Stormblessed, huh?"

Kaladin just shrugged in reply. Well, he tried to anyway. The chains didn't have much give.

"Adolin, I gave my word that I'd see this through."

Adolin finally slumped, stepping back.

"Your men didn't think you'd run either. This still isn't right even if you do have... something on your side."

Kaladin didn't try and shrug again.

#stormlight archive #words of radiance #stormlight fanfic #adolin kholin #stormlight au #nevertheless cosmere #stone soup #stormlight au no 20

[real-odark]

CAN TOU DRAW STONE SOUP THEATER SABM? HAVE A LOVELY DAY!! <33

THEIR VOICE IS SO LOVELY THANK U FOR THE REQUEST stone soup ricky ily...

#always happy to draw ricky and see different rickys and ricky #ride the cyclone #jett talks (me) #jett art (me) #jett inbox (me) #ricky potts #sabm #space age bachelor man #stone soup #stone soup theater #rtc #musical theatre #theatre #musical #musicals

[gaileyfrey]

Making A Home of Each Other

by Lucy Bellwood

It’s rare to be able to pinpoint how these things begin, but for once I know I started it: “Dear Zina, I think you’re amazing. Will you be my housemate? [Y] / [N]” I tucked that note into your bicycle handlebars eleven years ago. It landed us across the hall from one another in an over-occupied three-bedroom house on Southeast 45th Avenue. We were chaotic college kids who didn't eat together often. When we did, it was cookies made vast in the cast-iron skillet, or haphazard potlucks thrown together at birthdays. You and I never left for our morning classes at the same time, but I can still measure our entire relationship in breakfasts.

The ever-magnificent Lucy Bellwood has written this stunning, heart-filling essay about what it means to make a life with the person who is destined to be your Home. It is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. This essay is accompanied by @lucybellwood's recipe for The Eggs, a preparation of (you guessed it) eggs that's secretly a whole meal. I've had the privilege of getting to eat these eggs and can testify that they are wildly delicious. You'll never eat breakfast the same way again.

Go read the essay and get the recipe here!

#personal canons cookbook #stone soup #cooking #food #recipes #recipe #sarah gailey #lucy bellwood #breakfast #eggs #cohabitation #domesticity #wlw

[blue-nebraska]

stone + print

ID: a photo of a limestone for lithography and the print on paper side by side. the composition is inspired by stone soup and has a cauldron at the center with a stone and soup ingredients around it. around the border are hands reaching out, a ladle, and a sword.

#lithography #printmaking #art #described #stone soup

[yaboihaisel]

Oh hey weary traveler. I am making a delicious magical stone soup for myself. Oh? You're interested? Well, add whatever you have to the pot dear traveler, and we will see what we end up with.

#poll #tumblr polls #stone soup #seriously though I will make this soup #cleaning out my cupboard

[princesssarisa]

I grew up with the "whole town" version of the story, and didn't learn the version with just an old woman until adulthood. How about the rest of you?

#stone soup #folktale #variations

[local-ragamuffin]

Just learned the soup EGOs are based on the story of Stone Soup, a tale I was often told as a kid and fondly remember reading myself once I was able to read. It’s official. Soup EGO best EGO.

#limbus posting #limbus company #stone soup #ego

[haveyoureadthiscomic-poll]

#stone soup #jan elliot #andrews mcmeel publishing #universal press #comics strip #newspaper comics #comics #poll

[tealaubrey]

this is who you're bullying

this is who you're talking to

i am small but mighty

i may not carry weapons, but i am strong

dont fuck with me

#dungeon crawler #stone soup #kittyposting #cat therian #my gf showed me dcss and i got so happy seeing that i could be a little kitty in an rpg #normally people dont like little kitties (even in dnd) #its just to say the kitty parts of me got excited :D

[beatsforbrothels]

Nappy Nina - Stone Soup (ft. Moor Mother)

#Nappy Nina #stone soup #moor mother #Mourning Due

[oshacompliantmagicalgirl]

#stone soup #my post #you know from that story

[what-marsha-eats]

JUST FOR FUN!! 🙂

Ever hear the FOLK Story of STONE SOUP?

Some travelers come to a village, carrying nothing more than an empty cooking pot. Upon their arrival, the villagers are unwilling to share any of their food stores with the hungry travelers. Then the travelers go to a stream and fill the pot with water, drop a large stone in it, and place it over a fire.

One of the villagers becomes curious and asks what they are doing. The travelers answer that they are making "stone soup", which tastes wonderful, although it still needs a little bit of garnish to improve the flavor, which they are missing. The villager does not mind parting with a few carrots to help them out, so that gets added to the soup.

Another villager walks by, inquiring about the pot, and the travelers again mention their stone soup which has not reached its full potential yet. The villager hands them a little bit of seasoning to help them out. More and more villagers walk by, each adding another ingredient. Finally, a delicious and nourishing pot of soup is enjoyed by all.

Now maybe a fun thing to do would be to invite friends and family for a Stone Soup Dinner.....Have them each bring something for the soup....tell the story to everyone while making it....Then sit, and enjoy the love of the FOLK story gathering, with friends and family.....(Use potatoes as the stones)...lol....

~Happy Gathering~

#stone soup #folk tale #feeding a crowd

[saintofswords]

I finally finished Dungeon Crawl Stone Soup. I can’t believe it.

#dcss #dc:ss #dungeon crawl #stone soup #This is the best day of my life.

[gaileyfrey]

Porridge

by Shing Yin Khor

Porridge is a survival food. I am not sure if it is simply because of how you can stretch one cup of rice to make warm bowls of wet starch for four, or because of the way a warm bowl fits into your hand, the way the smooth rice doesn’t hurt even the sorest of throats, the way it will use most leftovers you have without complaint. I grew up calling this meal porridge, likely a remnant of living in a colonial British occupied country, but I’ve shifted to calling it congee like my white friends do, because the Chinese restaurants in the United States call it that, and I no longer live in a country where the dominant grain is rice. It has other names—juk, bubur, okayu, xifan—but the point is that it’s just rice and water, boiled until the rice expands and the starch breaks down and you are left with something that is not quite a soup, but is quite a comfort.

The legendary Shing Yin Khor shares their perspective on cooking for big groups and the joy of simplicity. If you've ever wanted to nourish a crowd and do it beautifully, you want this essay in your life. This essay is accompanied by Khor's ratio-recipe for congee, featuring a fully illustrated guide you can print out and keep on the fridge or in your recipe box. Go make it for the people you like best.

Go read the essay and get the recipe here!

#sarah gailey #stone soup #personal canons cookbook #cooking #food #recipes #congee #shing yin khor #porridge

[ashironie]

I’ve been thinking about stone soup.

Aka the story where a traveler saw that all the villages in a place had all the right ingredients to make soup if they just came together to make it, so they did the only normal thing and announced to the town they had a stone that, once put into water, could make soup. One by one each villager came to the pot, tasted the ‘soup’, and added something to it.

Until it became actual soup.

I want to make stone soup, but I feel like I don’t know my neighbors well enough and I feel like they’d say no, also I don’t have a kitchen or presentable house to gather in.

But it is my biggest aspiration to one day, make stone soup.

#stone soup #soup #I love soup #neighbors #community

[live-angel]

#polls #i'm at soup #stone soup #no celery because I dislike it #no vanilla extract because shut up #they see me polling