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yujateaandpi · 2 years

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Bless rottmnt for remembering that Splinter is an Asian dad.

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metamorphesque · 2 years

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... peeling oranges this ... sharing tangerines that ... what about cutting and de-seeding pomegranates for the ones you love? the ruby stains on your fingers ... fleeting proofs of your undying devotion ...

#don't get me wrong #i am obsessed with the idea of sharing tangerines as a love language #but cleaning pomegranates is on a whole other level #love and longing come hand in hand #fruits as love languages #sharing food as a love language #yearning #quotes #romantic academia

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kjscottwrites · 1 year

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Survey Results are In!

>> CLICK HERE TO SEE THE FULL SURVEY

** The doc is NSFW and meant for 18+ readers **

Thanks to everyone who filled out the survey. The results are in and they are so fascinating, and I'm stoked to share them with you!

Those who asked to be tagged in the results are under the cut!

@writingpotato07 @notwritinganyflufftoday @contra-diction816 @concerningwolves @cryingwriter @antique-symbolism @princessneleam @dreamsdescent @radiowrites @wildjuniperjones @aestatismors @morbidjazz @acavatica @celestialily @thefollow-spot @unseeliefaerie

#I am: so sorry about the fruit graphics they were too funny to pass up #writeblr #writing #bookblr #fic #writers on tumbr #survey #romance novels #romance #language #writing resources #writing tips #booklr #fanfiction #writing advice #writing help #writer things #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr

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ryegarden · 1 year

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#abacaxi is portugese #achupalla is quechuan/runasimi which is an indigenous language family originating in south america and the same place 🍍 is native to #ope oyinbo is yoruba #and 菠萝/bōluó is chinese #i included those last two just bc they don't seem to follow the same root pattern as anything else i found but i also didn't look that hard #bc its just fruit. lmao #rye.txt

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lucidloving · 7 months

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Jean Little, "Oranges" // Vincent van Gogh, Still Life with Basket and Six Oranges // @bicarus // Youqing Wang, A Peeled Orange // Enrique Serra Auqué, The Orange Seller // Nina Lacour, "We Are Okay" // Golden Girl— Frank Ocean // Christopher Citro and @sunlightafterdark on Instagram // Wendy Cope, "The Orange"

#theme: oranges #theme: sharing fruit as a love language #this is overdone but i love orange symbolism #web weaving #webs #aesthetic #art #poetry #painting #song lyrics #prose #prose poetry #orange #oranges #love #love poems #love languages #acts of service

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why-the-heck-not · 2 months

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ever think of a good job application sentence but it’s so fucking gross & hustle-culture that u refuse to be that person

#’’I believe that by hiring me we can spend a very productive/fruitful summer together!’’ fuck u fuck u i hope u get hit by a bus #physically can’t write that in my native language #bc im going to throw up #march 2024 #2024

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cspcrashing · 1 year

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"wolfwood...?"

"ya like cute things, yeah ?"

"yeah... but these are too adorable to eat."

"shut up, tongari."

"you did this to cheer me up, didn't you ?"

"can't ya just eat them and shut it ?"

"awww wolfwood ! you love me !"

"jesus christ."

#trigun #trigun fanart #trigun manga #trimax #trigun maximum #vashwood #vashwood fanart #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #the transcendant love language that is cutting up fruit for your loved ones #even better if they are in cute little shapes #i firmly believe wolfwood is used to making cute lunches and cutting up bunny apple slices for kids #he's trying to reach out in his own way #vash was just having a bad day and now he's feeling so much better

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fruitcontent · 11 months

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#love language #the way tangerine doesn't even acknowledge it #that's how natural it is for lemon to take care of him like this #lemon and tangerine #lemon x tangerine #lemon #lemon bullet train #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #fruit cocktail #bullet train

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tomfrogisblue · 20 days

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nah it's really funny to me that my first full impression of cellbit was him turning up at Phil's lil old wall house and being kinda impressed at the way one of the new guys was taking all the Federation lore so seriously, he seems like a cool guy

now for the last few days I have suffered immensely watching him stack fruit to dramatic music for literal hours of my life

#i also have been learning portuguese for like 11 months because of him lmao #BECAUSE A LOT OF ORDEM IS NOT FUCKING SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH GODDAMMIT - so i decided to learn the language???#lifes funny yknow - who knew the guy i was impressed that he fully committed to the bit by dying his hair would be one of my main streamers #do i actually know (rough) portuguese or do i just know Cellbit and Pactw's way of speaking portuguese - who knows?#qsmp #cellbit #qsmp cellbit #literally think his fruit mountain playing has been the closest ive come to a heart attack

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7itch0zero · 1 month

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#funny #funny shit #joke #fruit #orange #mandarin #chinese #language #apple #apples and oranges

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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The plant nursery is like a sweet shop for grown-ups with a garden... everything looks so tempting.

#crawling along #i bought nice flowering shrubs to plant around the greenhouse #and three new fruit trees!#also plant nursery is an adorable phrase A+ english language #in french it's pépinière

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ianthoni · 2 months

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Sorry guys you know me if I do something it's taking 7274892 different screenshots of my 36 yo babygirl

#excuse my language #but this man is gay af bro #gay #queer #dude kisser #limp wrist #fruitiest fruit in the basket #(im gay i can say all this #smosh #ian hecox #lovestruck #smosh games

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frequentlysecondo · 9 months

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Mia Arancia || Fluff || Primo x gn!Reader

Tl;dr: Sharing fruit as a love language and Primo deserves a break from gardening in the summer.

This is my first time posting writing on tumblr, I apologize if my formatting is a little clumsy <3

In the enchanting nature of the Ministry’s garden, the rows of greenery were bathed in the golden hues of the rapidly approaching end of the day and appeared as otherworldly as ever. Primo could be seen standing in the middle of his growing vegetables, looking reminiscent of a scarecrow as he marveled over what must’ve been long hours of work, remaining motionless as he stood exactly where you had hoped to find him.

Primo simply observed your leisure stroll as you made your way closer and arched an eyebrow curiously. His gaze flickered between your approaching figure and the horizon, questioning the unexpected visit. Nonetheless, the sight of you beckoning him from the other side of the garden with an eager wave only piqued his interest further. Knowing your penchant for mischief and mystery, a smile tugged at his face when you approached.

Drawing closer to Primo, you tilted your head, studying his countenance intently. His voice, though calm and composed, carried a note of playful suspicion.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" He inquired with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "You're up to something, aren't you, mio dolcezzo?"

You shook your head, your faux serious expression suddenly shifting into a wide grin. "No, no," you responded, your voice laden with a faux sense of urgency. "This is a matter of very serious business, my dear. C’mere." With a playful flourish, you waggled your fingers and extended a hand in a hopeful invitation.

Once your fingers had interlaced together, the two of you ventured further into the back corners of the garden. Eventually, your steps came to a halt, leading you to a secluded alcove adorned by a magnificent orange tree. Its branches gracefully bowed under the weight of growing fruit imbued with the warm hues of a setting sun. Primo’s eyes sparkled with delight as his gaze swept over the nearly picturesque scene before him, his eyes moving from the lush emerald leaves to your face. A smile played upon his lips as he clasped your hands in his own, your fingers entwined like an unbreakable bond.

“Ah, you’ve led me to the orange tree,” he whispered, a blend of curiosity and surprise clearly evident in his words. A confused chuckle escaped him.

“I had planned on harvesting these in a few days time.” he admitted with a hint of amusement.

Before he could continue, you drew his attention to a particularly low-hanging branch which bent under the weight of a perfectly ripe orange. Excitement brimmed in your voice as you pointed it out, the already wrinkled sleeve of his shirt crumpled further in your fist in attempt to pull his body closer to the branch in question.

“But look! This one is ripe today.”

Leaning over your shoulder, Papa reached up to gracefully pluck the orange from its branch. A glimmer of admiration danced in your eyes as you watched his movements, amazed by the confidence held in the simple swing of his arm as he brought it back down to open his palm in a proposal.

“Are you suggesting we share our first orange of the harvest?” He gently turned the fruit in his hand, inspecting the dip where the gentle curve of a leather peel met the wooden stem. The time spent considering what he had asked was closer to a day dream rather than a debate on your actual answer, artificial hesitation induced by an overactive imagination. After a few moments your distraction was cut short by the feel of firm, pitted rind being pressed into your palm. “We must eat it together, of course," His expression beamed with a sense of pride as he spoke, eagerly presenting you with the literal fruit of his labor as a treasure to be cherished, shared.

“I’ve always thought oranges are best when split with someone else.” It was hard to resist a smile while agreeing and holding the orange up to the light to study it for yourself. Sitting down in the grass under the tree, there’s a comforting wave of tranquility as you lean back against the textured bark before pushing a fingernail against the rough skin of the fruit and slowly beginning to pull it apart. Primo slowly sits down next to you with a soft sigh as his muscles stretch, your shoulders bumping together sending a rush of electricity through your veins even after all the time you’d spent together.

"You know, you're quite good at peeling these things," he mentions quietly as he studies your movements. "How do you do it so effortlessly?" He asks curiously, raising a brow. You laugh in response, the sound twinkling like wind chimes in the light breeze as you held out a slice of the orange to Primo.

“Lots of practice. Oranges are my favorite.”

"Orange peeling is a rather unique skill to practice," The grin that shines on his face could easily beat out the brilliance of the sun when he reaches out to take the section of fruit.

“You can peel it so easily and swiftly," He continues with a hint of admiration in his voice.

“You always make the simplest of things most interesting. Thank you for offering your skills to me, mia arancia." His attempts to butter you up make you laugh, scooting closer to him in order to duck under his arm despite the summer heat that still lingered in the air.

"We'll have to share one each day, sì?" He suggests while biting into the orange slice, the sweet juice dribbling on his chin and smearing along the black lines of his face paint that was already distorted by the sweat of the day.

“I would like that very much. It’ll remind you to take a break, too.” You tease Primo playfully. Despite being retired, he still insists upon spending long days tending to his plants, rare to take a rest without being prompted. The thought of meeting every day for something so small simmered in your mind, the tender domesticity of being near one another for no real reason other than to exist. Together.

“Did you know there’s a lot of poetry about sharing oranges with your loved ones?” You ask suddenly as you pop a slice of the juicy fruit into your mouth and continue to peel the opposite side.

"I didn't know that," he admits. "About the poetry." He pauses for a moment. "What does it say?" He asks quietly while he lays his head atop yours, content to watch your fingers move swiftly to continue separating the sections.

“It’s all symbolic of sharing your life and love in a gentle way. A simple act of service can carry great meaning, you see?”

Pure contentment bubbles in your chest as you feel Papa shift closer to you and the feather light flutter of his lips pressing a kiss against your shoulder is enough to make you wonder if you have ever truly felt this peaceful before. You hold up another piece of the fruit close to his face in offering as you explain further.

“To love someone enough to cherish the mundane. I’ll read you some.”

And so you sat together until long after the horizon imitated the color of the fruit passed between between your hands, repeating lines of prose while sharing an orange or three with the sweet nectar sticky between your fingers and lips.

“[..] They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,

As ordinary things often do

Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.

This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.

I did all the jobs on my list

And enjoyed them and had some time over.

I love you. I'm glad I exist.”

-The Orange, Wendy Cope, 1992

#ghost bc #the band ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus I #papa primo #primo #primo x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #primo emeritus #fluff #self indulgent fluff #sharing fruit as a love language #Tabbi Writes

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