#celery night fever

[drawtron2000]

these veggies gay! Good for them!

I just wanted to get this thing done ignore the background 😭😭😭😭

[krystal-kade]

10 Years of Celery Night Fever <3

[shellyswirlz]

"The Wizard Of Ha's" isn't as good as I remember honestly.. BUT it still leaves a very special place in my heart because this episode was the moment I realized I kin Junior.. Even when I was little I realized I kinned him, although I obviously didn't know what a kin was LOL :'D

[huntersapprentice]

what's wrong with you?

[rumor-weed]

Obsessed with how when the Veggies dance they do the little hip swirl tbh it's iconic

[milkycarnations]

Sneak Peek at my WIP

I mentioned before that I'm working on a Ren Hana x reader short fic. I've been working hard on it and it's already about 10k words. Since I'm nowhere near done yet, I wanted to show a little sneak peek to garner some hype for it and also encourage myself if people end up really liking it. This is only about 1.5k words of it so far and is only part of the exposition. I encourage everyone to share their concrit and tell me what they think! Divider by @cafekitsune

Over the past few days, you’d been feeling feverish. Ren tried to nurse you back to health, feeding you an assortment of medicines and soups in an attempt to make you better, but the flu you’d caught wasn’t letting up. Tonight was your night to cook dinner and you’d already felt bad enough for making Ren cover for you the last two nights. As your fever began to dissipate, you promised Ren you’d get back on track. He had enough chores to do as is and lately, he’d been doing double since you fell ill. Even with your promise, the sickly exhaustion stuck around like a fog. 

You'd dragged yourself around the house all day, mulling around while you worked and cleaned. The laundry needed folding, the floors needed to be mopped, and the bathtubs were long overdue to be scrubbed down. You pushed through it, sniffling and coughing as you went. By the time noon came around, you were miserable. Falling onto the couch, you sighed as you were absorbed into the cushions. A nap couldn't hurt. Before you could think it over, you passed out.

By miracle, you shot awake hours later. You were coated in a thick sheen of sweat, mostly due to the fever, but now partly in fear. Oh god, Strade was going to fucking kill you. It was ten minutes til six. He would never settle for something quick and lazy, so an easy bowl of macaroni and cheese wouldn’t cut it. Panicked, you scoured over the pantry, trying to figure something out. 

Could Ren get him drunk? If he was wasted off of his ass, Strade would look it over and spare you some of the pain, but ten minutes wouldn’t be enough. Tears brimmed in your eyes but you blinked them back, needing to see inside the fridge. It would take a shit ton of alcohol for him to forget it. You were fucked. 

Pulling out miscellaneous veggies and potatoes, you quickly started a broth. It took everything within you to stop yourself from vomiting across the counter. It wasn’t going to work, you knew better. The potatoes wouldn’t cook in time. The stew wouldn’t have any meat - which Strade would hate - but you didn’t have the time to thaw and brown the beef in a skillet. It wasn’t like it would be very flavorful either, given you had ten minutes.  

Strade was expecting salmon tonight, you remembered. You were so stupid. Why did you have to tell him? 

Cranking on the front burner, you turned the heat on high and chopped a carrot with lightning speed. There was no other choice, you’d have to ditch the potatoes, too. Strade would be just as unhappy if he bit into a raw potato. 

You chucked the diced carrot into the broth, which had only just begun to simmer, and began cutting the celery before stopping to toss in a few handfuls of pasta noodles. By chance, you had managed to avoid cutting yourself as you sliced the celery into uneven chunks. You checked the time. Five till. Fuck - how had you wasted five minutes already? The noodles wouldn’t be done. The carrots won’t be tender. 

After nearly mauling your fingers with the knife, you scream out for Ren. The celery plopped into the pot, splashing droplets of hot water against your arms. Then, the sound of footsteps behind you. 

“Ren, please I need-” you pivoted. It was Strade. 

A gasp was forced from your chest. The water in the pot rumbled as it began to roll. Curious, Strade picked up the small paring knife and twisted it in his fingers. A devilish grin was splayed across his face. 

“Almost done?” he asked. 

Glancing behind yourself, you found yourself unable to lie, but also unable to tell the truth. You stood there with nothing else to say. Strade drew in a heavy inhale. 

“Doesn’t smell like salmon at all, Häschen.” Strade stalked his way to you, peering over your shoulder at the stew, “Changed your mind?” 

Again, you were speechless. He chuckled, grabbing your face in his hands. 

“What a shame. I was looking forward to that side dish you make - those garlic chili green beans and mashed potatoes, maybe?” Those eyes peered into you as he squished your cheeks. He was expecting something. 

“I’m sorry, Strade.” you tried not to make eye contact. 

“Sorry about what, buddy?” he tutted. 

Choosing to stay quiet, tears continued to stream down your face. Grinning, Strade answered for you. 

“You’re apologizing for lying and wasting my time?” Tone fluctuating, you sensed that this was a rhetorical question. He gestured towards the pot on the stove, "It looks like you didn't even try."

“I’m really sorry-” you choked out, sobbing. You were unable to hold the flood of emotions back. You had already felt like absolute shit and now Strade was going to hurt you for it. It was likely that he'd drag you down to the basement, and you swore to yourself that you'd never go down there as a victim ever again. Leaning forward, he licked the tears from your cheek, teeth grazing against the skin. He pulled off with a wet kiss. 

“And what about it, Häschen? What should I do with you?” his hum rattled your bones. 

“It was an accident!” you raised your tone but spoke softly in his presence. Screaming at him would only make things worse. 

“An accident?” he pushed you back onto the counter beside the oven. The heat from the gas range made your skin itch, “A dog pissing on the floor is an accident, but that still requires punishment and training. You shock it with a collar or shove its face into its mess until it learns better. But you’re already trained, buddy. You know better. You know what that means, don't you?”

The blade of the knife glimmered in the bright lights of the kitchen as Strade pressed it against your face. The panic was swarming you. 

“Strade, puh-lease!” you begged, but couldn’t get out anything else. You were hyperventilating. It wasn’t fair! You knew better, but the only reason you’d slept in was because you were sick! On a normal day, this would’ve never happened. 

Strade launched into you and brought the struggle to the floor. As you fell, your back scraped against the cabinet. It was too much: the weight of him straddling you, the headache, the fear. In your fragile state, distress swarmed you. A gut-wrenching shriek was ripped from your lungs before you’d even realized it had happened. Strade had reared back, thrusting the blade towards your eye. Splaying your fingers, you reached out and gripped the blade of the knife with both hands. The knife sliced your palms and fingers, but it was the only thing stopping him. His face and neck flamed red, and his smile was drunk with adrenaline. He was practically drooling over you at your resistance. Instead of letting up, he pushed harder, the blade centimeters from your eye. Nothing could be more hilarious to him than your display - he was cackling. 

Fear was a dangerous thing. Unable to control yourself, you screamed and cried relentlessly, hands shaking as Strade pushed the knife down harder. Blood spilled over your face, making it difficult to attempt to hold him back. Everything was slippery and your throat was already run raw. You heard Ren’s footsteps patter into the kitchen. His typical skittish behavior dissipated in an instant at the sight of the two of you. 

Throughout your captivity, there were many instances in which you feared Strade would snap and kill you. Before, there was always a slimmer of hope, knowing that he wanted you around. At the end of the day, he had kept you, after all. This was different. You could see it in his eyes. If you let go, Strade was going to kill you. 

“Strade!” Ren cried out, worry evident. He neared close but didn’t touch. “Strade, please it’s not that serious! It was an accident, come on.” 

You knew better. Ren would be punished too if he intervened, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pleading for your life. Something about the thickness in the air had you worried. He was going to do it for real this time. It was over. 

“Ren, make him stop please!” 

The words came out between sobs. Hyperventilating only made the tip of the blade lurch closer and that made you squeal out like a wounded animal. Beside you, Ren continued to urge Strade to let you go, but it was doomed from the start. Pressing his palm against the bottom of the knife, Strade rammed the metal into your eye. It chipped against your skull - the only thing that saved your brain from the damage. The agony was blinding, and your terror multiplied that tenfold. As you wailed, the room burst into a cacophony of noise. It was so deafening, a ringing noise sounded in your ears as Strade twisted the knife and went to pull.

Something had stopped him. 

[faith-nerd]

OKAY LET'S DO THIS!

So, yesterday, I put out the idea of doing a VeggieTales Villain Song Tournament inspired by @its-to-the-death doing an every other Villain Song tournament. I've gotten enough interest to be hyped about it, so I'm going to give it a go!

I'm not doing a submission period because there are about 17 total anyway, so we're just doing them all ... I think (sorry if I missed a favorite of yours; give propaganda in the replies and I may revamp the bracket)

There is one Round 1 Competition of 3 since there's not an even bracket. The Bracket was made based on release order and the 3-Way Matchup was randomly selected.

Barring any Changes that may be made, Round 1 will be as follows:

On the Left Side:

Oh no, what're we gonna do? (Where's God when I'm Scared: Daniel in the Lion's Den) vs Busy, Busy (Are You My Neighbor: Tale of Flibber-o-loo)

The Bunny Song (Rack Shack and Benny) vs Keep Walking (Josh and the Big Wall)

The Rumor Weed Song (Larry-Boy and the Rumor Weed) vs Salesmanz Rap (Madame Blueberry)

I Love My Duck/I Must Have It (King George and the Ducky) vs Haman's Song (Esther, the Girl Who Became Queen)

Right Side:

What is up with Lyle? (Lyle the Kindly Viking) vs 113 Years Ago (An Easter Carol)

Temptation (Larry-Boy and the Bad Apple) vs You Know Enough (Pistachio: The Little Boy that Woodn't) vs A Treasure to Behold (The Little Drummer Boy)

The Prince of Ham I Am (Robin Good and His Not-So-Merry Men) vs Freeze, Freeze, Freeze (League of Incredible Vegetables)

I'm Gonna Tear it Down (Celery Night Fever) vs Good for the Grabbing (Veggies in Space: The Fennel Frontier)

Official Round 1 Will be Up on Sunday and each round will be a week voting period. Later today I'll post a poll with my honorable mentions that didn't quite make the tournament to give me some practice making polls. EDIT: IT'S UP!

Feel free to submit propaganda for your favorite songs!

EDIT: If anyone wants to listen to all songs competing, plus alternate versions, plus honorable mentions, here's a YouTube playlist of all of them.

[sillyguyz4ever]

Wait...

I wanna hear you yap about your vegetables hypertension??!?!!

Ik we're not moots but idc, TELL ME

Yess OK SO

It was made from a company called big idea entertainment

Which was created by Phil Vischer and Mike Nawrocki and their friends as a college passion project

The first episode was just supposed to be a project not popular

Which is why the animation isn't the best

Over time it got popular

The show is a Christian children's show

It has a similar format to youtubers like smosh

They introduce the episode

Then there's a story sumtimes it's a skit

Then there's segments the most popular is silly songs with larry

The show stars 2 host

Bob the tomato

Whos a Christian version of Mr Roger (HE WAS ACCUTALLY BASED ON MR ROGER) he's the down to earth mature one

Larry the cucumber

Whos a Christian version of spongebob

Hes the child like innocent cheerful energetic silly one

The series started off as a DVD type series

But then the early 2000s rolled in and then big idea made an on TV program called bobs house

The premise was simple

It took place in bob (the main host's) house it wasn't nearly as successful but it was good

Then there was the movie era

Which in my opinion (ik I'll get hate by most veggietales consumers) was the best era

We had jhona

We had penniless princes (ok I think it kinda deserves hate it was kinda boring had it been a little more entertaining then maybe it wouldn't have gotten as much hate)

We had lyle the kindly viking

We even had celery night fever

In the mod 2010s big idea got bankrupt and Netflix bought veggietales

LOOK IK ITS CONTROVERSIAL but

Love the Netflix veggietales it's so good

Sure the designs r not the best plots r kinda silly

But it's a fun watch

In the late 2010s they made veggietales show which was basically where the cast/characters made everything live instead of filming it

If I had to choose a fav character it would be

Larry the cucumber

[whatsthebestofveggietales]

What’s the best song in Celery Night Fever?

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

All the colours look brighter now

Note: The story’s setting happens during the end of Episode 7: After Rain Comes Fair Weather. Thank you once again @flashfictionfridayofficial for this prompt #FFF199 Didn’t Mean it. Also @fluffbruary ‘s April and May prompts Kid and Pillow. Thank you so much for considering. I blabbed so much on this story. Kazuki’s POV, missing scenes, kinda.

Fandom: Buddy Daddies

Pairing: Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei

Words: 971

Rating: Gen up

“I am back!” Silence. Kazuki tried again. “I am home, you guys!?” Still no answer, but Kazuki noticed the chaos.

He was not at all surprised that the loft was not in tiptop condition when he returned that night given how slovenly his little family was. The kid’s toys were scattered on the floor. The discarded pizza boxes decorated the dining table and the carpet. Half-consumed soda in grimy bottles and cans. Cups and glasses were everywhere. And the little girl’s coat and daycare bag were still lying on the now dried floor. Truth to tell, the chaos was an eyesore. It reminded him of the day he got a first glimpse of Rei’s living condition back when they were not roommates yet. It was their fifth mission, and, for a change, Rei invited him to his loft albeit reluctantly.

Where are those two rascals anyway?

The apartment seemed empty except for the detritus of life that was present in front of him.

He searched all the rooms saved for Miri’s sleeping chamber.

When he finally went up to see it, he opened the door slowly and was a bit skeptic. He was still feeling cross, dejected, mind. Instead of boisterous laughter and raucous blabbering coming from an energetic four-year-old girl, there was utter silence. Kazuki raised his left eyebrow.

What’s happening here?

His eyes travelled to the medical prescription and the fever thermometer on top of Miri’s baby-blue nightstand. Next to the thermometer was a bottle of medicine and a half-empty glass.

Miri, with her fuchsia pillow highlighting the moist white rug on her forehead, snored softly, her face peaceful. Her right hand intertwined with Rei’s left.

Shocked and suddenly protective, guilt came up to him. He only left for a day, tired and still emotional, but hopeful. He returned to these two individuals and one of them was sick.

His heart quenched when he saw his friend took up the challenge to be a real parent to Miri. Rei succeeded all right. Affection and pride toward the younger man was brimming over him.

He was meant to be angry finding the state of the apartment, but seeing their sick child he couldn’t afford to be.

Wanting not to disturb the two further, he tiptoed back to the door and closed it gently behind him.

Kazuki did what he could do for now. He tidied the living room, set the vacuum cleaner in a pleasant noise. He took out the chicken breast from the freezer and rummaged for carrots, leek, and celery in the crisper. He also cleared the table off empty pizza boxes and plastic bottles. Preparing chicken soup for Miri was the least he could do.

Half an hour later, there were footsteps coming down from the second floor. Tired ones. The water began to boil, the chicken’s aroma wafted out from the kitchen.

“Hey, Rei,” Kazuki greeted him.

“Kazuki, you are back.” Groggy, the young man looked at him, a wide smile on his face.

“I am back, yes,” Kazuki assured him. Rei stopped before the countertop table. His head bowed. Kazuki was eyeing him waiting for his friend’s next sentence. He saw the prescription, knew that Rei stayed up all night taking care of a sick little girl, helpless.

“Miri is… as you can see, she got a fever,” Rei informed him apologetically. “I had to see Kyutaro-san for help. I called you up several times, but you didn’t answer your phone.”

“I apologise for not being here. I wasn’t ignoring my phone. It was probably ringing when I was on the train going to Saitama. I didn’t mean it. My thoughts were somewhere else.” The soup was now simmering. Whatever spices Kazuki added into it the smell was heavenly. Finally, Rei looked at him, but never said anything.

“You… Saitama? I … I thought you abandoned us, Kazuki,” Rei’s hands are on the table as if hanging on to it. Kazuki noticed his friend’s fingernails turning white.

“I didn’t intend to leave, Rei. It wasn’t my plan. I am sorry if I made you think that way, but I really had enough the other day. I felt doing this alone for Miri. It didn’t seem that there were two fathers in this house but two children. On top of that, it is Yuzu’s death anniversary,” his voice broke. A tear threatened to fall, Kazuki turned around hiding the surge of emotion from his partner as he stirred the soup. Cloud-like smoke rushed out from the pot.

“Oh… I am … I did not know,” Rei said.

“I didn’t tell you. Not your fault,” Kazuki faced him again.

“Tell me what to do so I could make it up to you.”

Huh? Did he hear it correctly? Was this the same Rei he met at Kyu-chan’s coffeehouse from less than two years years ago? Rei making amends?

Smiling, Kazuki boiled another pot for the noodles. He brushed the dust off the Enoki mushrooms under the running water and would blanch them later. Rei waited for the answer. If he could, he’d give everything to Kazuki as long he was able.

“I’d like to try how to make a French toast, maybe you could tell me the ingredients so Miri—god forbid she’s going to be well in the next days or so—and I could buy them at the store the next day,” Rei suggested.

Kazuki chuckled. Of all the things that he wanted to discuss with Rei the latter wanted to try cooking the French toast.

“Of course, she’ll be well. She has an excellent nurse,” Kazuki assured his partner. He touched his shoulder and squeezed it.

Rei, wanting not to break the silent truce, showed one of his rare smiles again. For now, everything was all right between them.

~ fin ~

[pa-goffik-grape]

“how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?”

Pa, you’re overreacting. Like you always do. If the VMAs can bring a boy band back, then the Boyz can come back, too! Not my fault our music is a little loud when we rehearse…

“A little loud! Heh, right. Well, ya’d have to get the others on board for a reunion, I guess, but what matters is having fun! That was what they taught in Celery Night Fever. I think. I wasn’t in that one, was I?” He mused, no longer sure of his memory. “What was I talking about? Oh! Why it was a bad idea. Didn’t ya have kinda some fallin’ out or something last time?”

[deepest-nightmare-expert]

Jeff x sick reader ! ___

Requested by my friend .

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Cw EMH mentions of over all being sick and not feeling good.

This is fluff x reader

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You were laying in bed , eyes puffy nose flushed a shade of rosey pink at the tip.

Sinuses absolutely clogged, and hair in slight tangles. Dishleved from you sleeping all day atop of trying to get comfortable.

Your lips were cracking a tad chapped yes but not too horrible , still very uncomfortable twisted in with a small scale growing fever.

And you felt like shit.

Youre bed side night stand was covered in a sizable yet tiny pile of tissue paper because your bin you placed by your bed was no longer enough almost overflown with used tissues.

Which you hated.

But your body was sick and you really don't get a say in its bodily functioning healing process wether or not you liked it played no part in the matter.

You called your boyfriend Jeff who was out grocery shopping once he finished his shift at the hospital.

He was in the middle of grabbing a bag of chips tossing them into the cart , before the vibrations of his phone from his jean pocket lightly brought him into mildly startled awareness.

He stuffs his hand into his pocket, and fishes out his phone eyes narrowing at the screen reading over the caller ID .

Then he registered mentally that it's you calling ! So of course he hit the green button and put the phone up to his ear.

"Hello what's up?"

Jeff's voice picks up from the other end of the call.

You sniffle and begin to speak "Jeff - I caught a cold ...i don't think you wanna come over tonight ."

The second he heard that little sniffle he furrowed his brows in concerned shock and stubbornly shook his head no which you could practically feel through the phone without Even having to see him physically.

He scoffs and that's all you hear before he responds with a stern yet loving "uhm no. I'm coming over, you can stop me or atleast try but you probably won't be able to . And you lay down and rest, when I'm done shopping I'm making you soup. And taking care of you like a good boyfriend love you stay put. And get comfy because your not moving on my watch for a good while less completely necessary."

Before you could even get a single w o r d in he hung up.

Jeff was on a SPREE now searching up and down for the perfect ingredients for a healthy yet well rounded meal to make you feel better and some medicine he even went as far as to get a heating pad and you a new blanket with some tissue boxes and pajamas which were soft in texture having a blue and white plaid pattern.

He settled on some simple chicken stew , with some parsley thyme chives cream rosemary and celery a bit of onions mixed with some salt pepper and garlic and then those thick homemade noodles that everyone's Italian grandma has stored away in her kitchen.

Before you knew it he was home he dressed you in new pajamas got your hair all taken care and washed. cleaned off the side table and emptied out the tissue bin placing the new tissue box on the bedside table for you.

Made you that amazing soup and got you a bottle of water tucking you in with your new blanket which pleasantly to your surprise was your favorite color ! And very soft n fuzzy.

And you even had a brand new heating pad under your blanket helping you stay warm and to break the fever quicker speeding up the process of ending this horrible snot nosed nightmare of a cold.

He set your medicine on the table next to the tissue box and after you were properly fed he got into bed with you despite your protests of "Jeff your gonna get sick!!"

Jeff only replied with a smug yet proud look only he of all people can sport. Painted all along his face.

"no. I'm holding you and hugging you because I'm just gonna and what are you gonna do kick me out of the room? "

You fall silent mentally parsing a response yet the attempt fails and you sigh pulling the blankets up and over you both once he's snuggled in next to you properly and sleepily tuck your head into his shoulder eyes sleepily closing you hear a chuckle and mentally roll your eyes before you feel his slender hands fingers run through your (your hair color) locks you slowly feel all your resistance to this absolute loving yet asshole ish man fade like butter in a microwave on high. And you start to drift off to sleep you feel one of his lanky arms wrap around you and his hand continues to pet your head of now clean and brushed hair thanks to him that is. You hear Jeff start to hum a soft tune aiding you further into a dazed half awake half asleep state the song is "shankill butchers by he decembersists" Jeff loves that song and had always sung it to you when you were having difficulties and now it definitely served its purpose further soon you were asleep.

Jeff watches as you sleep and continues humming and softly singing to you a look of smitten adornment glistening in his tired eyes and soon enough his own exhaustion from working at a hospital all day and shopping makes itself known and he begins to drift off alongside you but before he does and before his heavy eyes shut he kisses your forehead and puts his chin atop your head tucking your head protectively beneathe his own the hand in your hair softly pushing your head closer to the betweenst of his shoulder and chest where it connects and soon you both were interlaced and out like a light. Comfy warm. And happy.

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Sooo that's my first actual fic regarding this opinions are appreciated !

And I do take requests.

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[huntersapprentice]

biting my hand resisting the urge to add a "tear it down" storyboard to my list of video ideas I still haven't started

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

A fic of Ozzie looking after you when your sick would be so cute ♥!

AN: Ok, before people come after with torches and pitchforks, I had a serious case of writer’s block. I’m gonna try to get warmed up again, but I appreciate everyone for your patience!

CW: this is pure fluff, baby

Word count: ~600

“What the hell are you doing?”

You pause, turning around as you hear Oz enter the kitchen. When you came down with a fever last night during your shift, you had tried to tell him that you were fine, that you could finish your shift with no problem. Five minutes later, you had fallen asleep at the bar (an impressive feat considering how loud the club always is). When you woke up in fresh linen sheets and saw sunlight peek through silk curtains, you quickly put the pieces together. Your boss must have brought you back to his penthouse while you were passed out. Why he didn’t bring you back to your apartment is a mystery, but you were distracted by snot clogging up your nose and a pounding headache.

Still feeling groggy, you still managed to drag your feet to the kitchen, weighing your options of what to snack on when the front door opened. Oz walked in, scowling as he put a bag on the counter. Although with your lingering drowsiness, it was hard to concentrate as he said something, raising the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Jesus, kid,” he mumbles, “you’re burning up. You should be in bed, why are you up?”

Come on, you were hungry. You just wanted to see about making something to eat.

“You couldn’t wait five more minutes for me to come back, could you?” He scoffs, not out of contempt, as he begins unpacking his things. God, it’s like he bought a whole drug store. Throat lozenges, cough medicines, menthol, along with ibuprofen and other pain relievers.

“Better to have too much than not enough, sweetheart,” Oz says as he notices your shocked expression.

You appreciate the thought (even if this was overkill), but he’s not going to stuff you full of drugs, is he?

“Sorry, these ain’t the fun kind,” he says with a smirk. “Now as much as I want to play nurse, I do have some business to take care of in a couple hours. But I’ll make you a little something before I head out.”

Oh, now your curiosity is peaked.

“My ma made a killer chicken noodle soup when I was sick, so get back in bed, and I’ll make you a bowl.”

You never pegged him as a decent cook.

“Doesn’t come up a lot in my line of work.”

As you head back to bed, resting your eyes for a few minutes, the smell of a fresh meal wafts to your nose and wakens your senses. Drool builds in your mouth as a piping hot bowl is brought before you, nicely centered on a tray. Even his kitchenware looks like it would cost a month’s salary. You’re almost ashamed to touch it, let alone eat from it. But the sight of roasted carrots and celery throws any hesitation aside as you take your first bite.

And immediately regret it as it burns on your tongue like lava.

“Hey, hold your horses!” Oz grabs the spoon from you as he watches your face wince with pain, overwhelmed by the heat of the broth. “It just came from the pot, you need to wait a minute!”

But you have to admit, as the pain subsides and you can feel your tongue again, it does taste good. You can already feel your nose and throat begin to clear up, even just a bit.

As you thank Oz, his worried expression lightens up. “Yeah, of course. You got any taste buds left?”

Yeah, you’re fine.

“Good.” Just then, you notice a glimmer in his eyes. “Might as well stick around so you don’t burn yourself again.”

You raise an eyebrow at this. Didn’t he have work to get to?

“Ah, it can wait. Don’t know if you should be by yourself since you’re obviously…not in the right head space.”

You smile as you realize his game. Alright, but you expect him to blow on every spoonful before he feeds it to you.

“How old are you again? Ah, fine. Give it here.”

[xoxo-gossipgourd]

That’s a bold claim about Bob and Larry, especially given how many claims I’ve heard about Bob’s annoyance being an act. But with that said, why the act?

Anyone else notice how they tend to throw themselves at the first ladies they have even a smidge of on-screen chemistry with? Especially how hard and fast Larry “fell” for Petunia when she joined the cast?

I’m just saying, I don’t think it’s coincidence that their Celery Night Fever character names were one letter off from the names of the gay couple in Rock of Ages, and having a gay couple as the hosts of a “Christian” kids show would certainly take a bite out of the ratings.

Just something you might consider looking into for some fresh gossip ;)

Why the act? Please, Larry is the clear fan favourite, with maybe only Archibald running as competition. But the show is Bob’s baby. If he wants it to keep being successful, he needs to keep Larry around.

As for throwing themselves at Petunia and Megan - you couldn’t be more wrong. Larry had another love interest before, Vicki, and that didn’t turn out so well. And we’ve all seen the SUV Silly Song, in terms of on screen chemistry, why NOT throw himself at Achmetha? And with the amount of time it took for Larry and Petunia to get together for real, well, I don’t see the point in faking that. And that’s not even touching on whatever was going on between Bob and Esther back in the day.

Celery Nighy Fever was a narrative, much like how Mr Lunt and Archibald weren’t dating, but their characters in Asparagus of La Mancha were. Remember, Larry played fake married to a carrot in Princess and the Pop Star AFTER Petunia was already a regular. It’s called acting.

But also let me be absolutely clear - they’re both bisexual. Just no attraction towards each other.

XOXO

Gossip Gourd 😘

[faith-nerd]

Round 1 is On!

The VeggieTales Very Veggie Villain Song Showdown is a Go!

On the Left Side:

MATCH 1: Oh no, what're we gonna do? (Where's God when I'm Scared: Daniel in the Lion's Den) vs Busy, Busy (Are You My Neighbor: Tale of Flibber-o-loo)

MATCH 2: The Bunny Song (Rack Shack and Benny) vs Keep Walking (Josh and the Big Wall)

MATCH 3: The Rumor Weed Song (Larry-Boy and the Rumor Weed) vs Salesmanz Rap (Madame Blueberry)

MATCH 4: I Love My Duck/I Must Have It (King George and the Ducky) vs Haman's Song (Esther, the Girl Who Became Queen)

Right Side:

MATCH 5: What is up with Lyle? (Lyle the Kindly Viking) vs 113 Years Ago (An Easter Carol)

MATCH 6: Temptation (Larry-Boy and the Bad Apple) vs You Know Enough (Pistachio: The Little Boy that Woodn't) vs A Treasure to Behold (The Little Drummer Boy)

MATCH 7: The Prince of Ham I Am (Robin Good and His Not-So-Merry Men) vs Freeze, Freeze, Freeze (League of Incredible Vegetables)

MATCH 8: I'm Gonna Tear it Down (Celery Night Fever) vs Good for the Grabbing (Veggies in Space: The Fennel Frontier)

Also, here's the poll for the Honorable Mentions. As of posting this, there are 4 days and 7 hours left.

Here's a YouTube Playlist with all competing songs.