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#orange theory
circlebuttons · 3 months
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imagine
ghost peeling you an orange and he just brings it back slightly mangled on a small plate. the man doesn’t have the most graceful technique, but the peels are all off and the orange is somewhat in tact, just a little.. man handled.
: i also feel like he stands back and gives you one of these 🙂 while he waits for you to take a bite
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i think most Orange theories fail to consider one important thing. Orange doesn't have to represent just one trait alone. he can be representative of multiple parts of Thomas's personality. literally all of the other sides represent at least two facets of Thomas's personality each.
Virgil is anxiety and vigilance. Roman is creativity and ego. Patton is morality and emotion. Logan is logic and learned knowledge (also the “primary overseer of Thomas's language center” as he put it himself). Janus is deceit and self-preservation. Remus is the only side who seems to represent one thing, and that's forbidden/dark creativity (and intrusive thoughts, but that would fall under the forbidden creativity category). there is a possibility that Remus represents something else that the series hasn't revealed yet.
so yeah, it's important to keep in mind that Orange can and probably does represent multiple facets of Thomas. and it's possible that one of these facets is going to be something helpful to Thomas, just like how vigilance and self-preservation explain how Virgil and Janus aren't completely evil and that they serve a purpose in Thomas's life. going back to my desperation theory, there's a possibility that Orange could represent something more positive, alongside desperation. catharsis, maybe?
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sunspearesque · 3 months
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Fruitful
Summary: Oberyn Martell, a lover of great generosity, expresses his love primarily through acts of service. With a keen memory, he spares no effort to exceed expectations in bringing joy to his beloved.
A/N: as the world around me becomes entranced by "the orange theory," my thoughts wander to what he might do for his lover... so i wrote this; a casual smut-less headcanon using my AU, where his lover is my oc, Nala, from my upcoming multichapter fic, Whispers of Vendetta :D i hope you enjoy it, friends xoxo i also invite my fellow writers to do this with their favorite characters and share their headcanons with us <3
In the warm embrace of a Dornish afternoon, he reclined on their balcony, sharing the company of his beloved amid a plethora of succulent fruits and Dornish wine. His daughters engaged in rigorous training in front of them on the ground.
"My mother used to peel fruits for me," Nala chuckled, peeling a pear for Oberyn on the velvety lounge chair they shared. "I despised the stickiness afterward."
"Is that so?" Adjusting his position, he kissed her shoulder. "And why do you find yourself peeling fruits now?" Another kiss, this time on her neck.
"I don't know..." Turning her head to meet his gaze, she smiled. "Perhaps it's because I love you."
Unable to resist, Oberyn's arms enveloped her waist, pulling her close as he showered her cheeks with kisses, eliciting giggles from her.
"But I've never liked pears," she panted after his affectionate onslaught.
Arching an eyebrow, he inquired, "Then what is your preference, my little love?"
"Pomegranates," she answered, her gaze fixed on his lips.
"Exotic," he smirked.
"And oranges."
The Next Morning...
"Veros, I need you to fetch the preeminent farmer in Dorne and send them to Essos. Instruct them to procure the finest orange and pomegranate seeds," Oberyn commanded, his voice cutting through the air. He scanned his surroundings, his eyes piercing, as he added, "I seek nothing less than the absolute best."
"Yes, my prince."
Two Years Have Passed...
Amidst the verdant gardens behind their castle, Oberyn and Nala sauntered, the world a palette of nature's hues. Suddenly, she halted, her gaze fixated on a tree. "I don't recall this tree being here," Nala remarked, squinting to inspect the blossoms.
Smiling, Oberyn embraced her from behind, "Indeed, my love. I instructed our gardener to plant them a few years past."
"I love them." Nala whispered.
"I love you more," he thought.
A Few Years Later...
In the early morning hours, Oberyn stealthily slipped out of their chamber, having received confirmation from their gardener that the trees were poised to bear fruit imminently. For ten consecutive days, he continued this clandestine ritual, checking until the moment arrived when both trees proudly displayed bright, ripe produce. With an exuberant grin, he hastened back to their chamber.
"Nala, my love," he whispered gently, seeking to rouse her.
"What's happened? Are you well?" Nala startled awake, her eyes wide with concern. "Are the girls alright?"
"We are well, my love, fret not." Cupping her cheeks in his palms, Oberyn reassured her, his thumb smoothing over them gently. "I need to show you something."
"This early?" She furrowed her brow, puzzled by his excitement.
"Yes, come on with me."
Taking her hand, he guided her out of their bed, wrapping her shoulders with his shawl. Together, they descended the stairs, exiting the castle, and stepped into their garden.
"What are you about?" she inquired, perplexed, as he knelt before her, tapping on his shoulders.
"Climb onto my shoulders, my love."
At first, hesitation lingered in her gaze, a questioning look that suggested he might have lost his wits—my old man driven to madness.
"And your back?" she reminded him cautiously.
"Climb, Nala," he repeated, a raised brow emphasizing his determination.
Slowly, she ascended his back, perching on his shoulder, her legs dangling over his chest.
"Hold on tight," he advised before rising to his feet, moving slowly toward the tree.
The tree, vibrant and teeming with life, bore numerous flowers, yet the fruits remained elusive, concealed among the leaves, shy of human touch.
He sensed her recognition when she gasped, almost slipping from his shoulders, before he steadied her with his hands on her thighs.
"Oberyn..." she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
Squeezing her thighs on his shoulder, he conveyed reassurance—I know, my little love.
"Can you reach them?" he inquired.
"Yes," she responded quietly, sniffling. She reached out to pluck the bright oranges, three in total. Moving a few paces to the next tree, she picked the sole pomegranate. She used the hem of her nightgown to cradle the fruits before Oberyn lowered himself, allowing her to dismount from his shoulders.
Standing there, holding her gown with the fruits, tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips trembling, she looked at him—her prince, the love of her life. Loving her as if she were the sole soul worthy of such devotion. Seven years had passed, and he had orchestrated all of this because she had once reminisced about her childhood without realizing the impact of her words. He stood before her, a broad grin on his face, proud of his intricate plan. His sweat-adorned bangs clung to his forehead, his chest bare, golden, and tough—tough except when he cradled her in his arms. Dressed in white trousers with bare feet, he looked as majestic as ever. His grin waned as soon as he noticed the tears in her eyes. Swiftly, he moved towards her, cupping her face.
"Why this sorrow, my love?" he inquired, his gaze flickering anxiously between her eyes.
"Not sorrow. I just—just love you," she confessed, breaking into sobs. He enveloped her in a warm embrace, cupping her head, smoothing her hair, and pressing kisses to her temples.
Lifting her face, he kissed her gently, once, twice. He continued until joy eclipsed sadness within her. His kisses persisted until her laughter rang in his ears—and by the Gods, there’s nothing sweeter than your lover’s laughter in your mouth.
"Why did you do all of this, Oberyn?" she queried, gazing at him. "You know I relish the daily fruits we have."
"I know," he replied, kissing her again. "I want you to feel my love for you in these trees. Witness it blossom every moon, taste it, nourish yourself with it, live through it."
Because that’s what your love does to me.
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amarmonerkotha · 26 days
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Peeling oranges are so easy because love was supposed to be easy. Why are we complicating it?
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mortiseye · 3 months
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oranges 🍊
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letterstoyourlove · 3 months
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She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would. Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in silence here with her. To taste the same thing in the same moment. -Nina LaCour, We Are Okay
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melit0n · 3 months
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An orange for all of my mutals <3
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lovehablt · 3 months
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okay you all know the orange/orange peel theory. this but with jalph… jack would tear the shit apart with his knife and get juice everywhere 😭😭
ralph would just peel it normal i think. maybe even take out the seeds and pick off some of the little white strand things
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stormy-grey · 2 months
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The fact that everything on tiktok becomes a trend really makes it clear that most people there have no goddamn clue what they’re talking about.
“Orange theory” isn’t a thing. That’s not what the original was about. It’s not about whether or not your shitty boyfriend Kyle is going to be willing to do a menial task for you if you ask, it’s about how the strongest forms of love are shown in the smallest tasks, like getting messy to peel an orange for someone just because you want them to eat something.
I mean not to sound like an old man but if you think the only way you can appreciate someone’s love for you is by shoving your phone in their face to brag to everyone else about it, maybe you aren’t ready for a relationship.
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sheepystuff · 8 months
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First Orange Theory class after getting COVID (again) was rough.
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pyxilz · 3 months
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Peeling oranges
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hemlockbeauty · 2 months
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If he asked me to peel him an orange I would peel off my skin and sew the sheet into a coat so he can stay warm wearing it whilst enjoying the orange I peeled before
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forzalando · 3 months
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my mom just peeled my orange for me. charles when.
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energeticwarrior · 3 months
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more things for my own archive but if your partner isn't like this to u then u need a new partner <3 if they wanted to they would <3
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undercoverrobotzombie · 5 months
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Hi poets of tumblr
I would write this myself but I’m not exactly that good with poetry yet but I have a concept
The whole like ‘someone else peeling the orange for you’ thingy but changed in a way where it’s like, you are disabled and have some sort of slow processing disorder so when you do things like cut up fruit or veggies or literally anything ever you are slower than an average person (I’m super unsure if there is a name for this but I certainly know it’s a thing as it’s something I personally struggle with) you are peeling your own oranges, you are slow and your fingers are stained yellow and sticky from peeling the skin off bit by bit, and your partner (or just close friend or whatever idk) is just patient, not making a fuss, not rushing them and not overindulging the ‘orange peeler’ in praise that feels more belittling than supportive, they just sit with you, giving you a moment where you can do things independently and without help (there is ofcourse no shame in asking for help, it’s just sometimes you just wanna be able to do stuff yourself, ya know?) and wait for their half of the orange.
It’s warm, it’s sweet and a nice little twist on the ‘orange theory’ with disabled people in mind :)) I know my explination is a little long but like I have such a vision and I just NEED people to understand what I’m talking about n hopefully someone can write an absolute banger piece of literature about this, maybe I’ll try for myself if I find the confidence.
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trampledbluebells · 1 month
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been ill and dying today but one of my friends came over to give me easy peelers so i could be less ill. there is so much good in the world sometimes :)
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