#carrot fly

[jim-webster]

Harken to the music of the children of the night

Rumwigeon Tarpeddle was a man who loved flowers. He was by inclination a gardener and otherwise was never happier than pottering amongst his plants. The problem arose because he lived in the Warrens. These are huge brick buildings, many stories tall, and he was lucky to have a whole room to himself many floors up. Now obviously he could have a window box. Many do. But Tarpeddle took it further.…

[lenle-g]

unhinged observation - we all know their colours don't match the traditional ones, but I've never noticed before that on the portraits they put Jeff in red and Virgil in green, but then they swap them over when we actually see them. In fact, //pause while Len goes to look// when they're in TB3, they're all wearing red - like all the space-rated suits, specifically are red. //Goes to check again// and Gordon and Virg are in green with TB2 in the opening rescue to match Jeff as well.

Does that mean, in 2004 verse, they wear whichever colour matches the 'bird they're currently flying because other than them needing 5 suits each... that's pretty cool can't lie good for them

ignoring the fact they look the same, I can be like ??? well yellow must be wetsuits, red is space rated?? Green is ?? tougher maybe, blue is for however many G's TB1 hits a body with when they're going crazy speeds, orange is a spacesuit for living in space etc etc

[just-a-carrot]

lucky catch 💨

[bolithesenate]

kurka shenanigans bc i'm gonna dress up as her tmrw for a convention

stupid idiot agricorps liaison in her designer outfit

[chronicsheepdrawing]

I think men should just be allowed to turn into giant bugs sometimes.

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Dang Carrot had her eevee-lution and turned into the Nine Tails.

[whisky-glass-lass]

[ladyswillmart]

It's cool, Sethys is the Barista at the End of the Universe so you know he has seen (and sprinkled sawdust over) many many many many many manifestations of similar "conditions" from an absolute VARIETY of organisms.

The aftermath of The Last Dregs's ill-starred "UFB & Bikes & Brew Fest!" springs instantly to mind.

[c0de-xana]

Im playing Slime Rancher again and wanting to cry over how fckin cute the slimes are

[chamerionwrites]

Note To All Managers

"We need you to come in and work on the weekend" - fine, understandable if it's an unusual occurrence

"We need you to come in this weekend but you can have an extra day off next week to make up for it [two days later in the most put-upon voice as if *I* am the one being difficult]...oh...I guess we did say that...but we would really appreciate it if you kept your usual schedule" - NOT FINE OR COOL

[svtskneecaps]

i keep hearing noise about a linked universe discord where is this. where can i find this. i wanna lurk.

[elysiumcalled]

We have hurt pigeon on our balcony :(

[nettlestingsoup]

managed to get my 36 year-old coworker into saying 'hewwo' to me but he often mis-spells it, meaning i will intermittently get an email beginning:

HOWOW?

[amateurvillain]

Carrot the winged cat. They hate carrots and will attack them on site.

[mortalityplays]

talking about impenetrable accents/dialect just reminded me. when I was in Milan a couple of years back I was staying in this little rathole hotel and I had the biggest fucking migraine, so I was like non c'è problema I'll just go buy painkillers. of course every pharmacy on the map in a three block radius was closed, so my stupid ass just starts wandering around trying to figure out on the fly if you can get OTC from supermarkets in italy.

I walk into this little everything store (to my foreign eyes the kind of place that back home could sell you a bunch of carrots, a 6-pack of beer, pantyhose, bleach and a screwdriver set) and I see some household basics in the back but not what I need. with the confidence of a person who is only in the city for 3 days because he got bored and packed a bag and booked the cheapest flight available the week before (<= MENTAL ILLNESS), I was like no worries I know some italian, I can just ask.

I grab a bottle of water, walk up to the counter, and I'm like Ciao, hai il paracetamolo? And the guy is like che, and I'm like paracetamolo. Per la mia testa. And he's like che?

This is where I would have said 'aspirina' except I can't take aspirin for medical reasons, or 'antidolorifico' except I don't know that word and I've got no phone data for google translate and also I'm stupid. So in my fucked up leith-glasgow-italian accent I'm like paaa-ra-cetta-mollll-ooo. He's like ohhh bene, bene, and he calls another guy out of the back and asks him to go get something. Other guy then walks out of the store into the street, and before I can be like hey, che la fuck, he comes back and hands me a huge bundle of herbs.

At this point I'm like okay this entire interaction has been a bust, but these guys have been very nice and patient and they're both smiling happily at me because they've been of service, so I'm like ahh perfetto, grazie, pay them a couple of euros and leave.

EVENTUALLY I find a pharmacy that's open, and my head is fucking killing me, and my phone still isn't connecting, and now I have this small shrubbery poking out of my coat pocket, so I don't even bother looking around the shelves. I just walk straight to the counter and I'm like uhh ciao, scusi. And hearing my nightmare of an accent the guy answers in english and I'm like thank christ, do you please have paracetamol. Not aspirin, I can't take aspirin. And he's like yeah yeah hold on, goes into the back, comes out with what I need.

Only when he comes out he gives me this look, and then he starts laughing. And then he pretends he's not laughing and rings me up and I pay, and as I'm leaving I can see him losing it. But I don't care, my head is going to explode, I'm going back to the rathole to close the blinds and fall comatose for four hours.

When I get back to my hotel room I take off my coat and remember the huge bouquet of herbs in my pocket. They smell amazing, and I'm like I'm pretty sure this is parsley in which case I can just get some tomatoes and mozzarella later and make it work. but since I have no idea what that interaction was, I want to make sure. I bring out my phone to get a visual reference of what parsley leaves look like, and because I was using it for google translate earlier I put 'parsley' in the wrong box like a dope and translate it to italian.

prezzemolo

I wish I could have been the pharmacist in the moment he looked at my tired pissed off anglophone ass, heard me say 'paracetamol' in my fucked up accent, and turned around saw what was in my pocket. I'd have lost my shit too.

[overclockedopossum]

I've been growing peas this year in my modest planter and today reaped the bounty of "a handful of peas in my packet noodles".

They're overripe and starchy but it's still nice to have something from out of my own garden, and with noodles the flavour was fine. Not sure how much of my enjoyment is just because I grew them myself, but I liked it.