#i hate cantaloupe

[s4lt-p3pp3r]

i fucking hate cantaloupe

[zeestarfishalien]

Being mildly allergic to almost every flowering vine like plant (fruit or vegetable) is really weird. Apparently it's some sort of protein that my immune system mistakes for a pollen?

But I'll just be over somewhere and they'll set out some form of raw veggie or fruit and I just have to sit there and be polite as I decline since body will decide that lips mouth and throat are now contaminated and must be attacked. And then they offer other options and I have to explain that, "no I can't have these other things bc they are also raw veggie. And no I can't have those baby carrots because they use chlorine in their preservative and I'm allergic to chlorine so those will actually make me sick.

And it's so shitty because I LOVE veggies straight from the garden, uncooked. And I just...can't have them.

Anyways this post is brought to you by a tumblr poll with watermelon as one of the options and that reminded me how I'm allergic to watermelon and can only eat it if it is a little under-ripe.

[stellamancer]

something i've gained as someone who shops groceries as a living is a deep love for nice produce LMAO.

[bucknastysbabe]

Work beat my ass but slayyyyy watermelonnnnnn I think I’m allergic to cantaloupeeeeeeee

[adribelladonna]

I've uhhh.... Had A Thought

Please laugh...

Thanks @kotelf99 for making this for me despite not even watching SAFT. Now the whole fandom can see this delectable abomination.

[curly-cottage-girl]

cantaloupe is amazing idk WHY y’all hate it so much

[maxellminidisc]

I don't trust people that hate melons. Every melon is a fucking gift and even more so con limón y chilito

[edgarallen-foe]

pinocchio likes honeydew, geppetto likes watermelon... mira had better not like cantaloupe.

[dianthus-lovebomb]

New couples' headcanon:

Hiromi doesn't like pickles. I don't like cantaloupe.

We eat each other's "yuck" foods :>

💕

[foreverfallenfromgrace]

Why do people look at me weird when I sniff the melons?!?!

[gnomecrime]

just had the most SUMPTUOUS orange-flesh honeydew melon and transcending in one bite im healing heartaches I didn't even know existed

[fallowfield]

me not understanding how ppl can hate all fruit and vegetables says something about me. idk what that is but definitely something

[noosesurroundsme]

Anxiehhhh

[cantelope]

Hate to ask for money again, but I don't start work until the 26th and have about 40 bucks to last my wife and I until then. If anyone would be able to help out so we can afford things like food and gas for these next 10 days, it would be invaluable.

V: @Cantaloupes

Thank you to everyone who helps boost this ♡

[guitarstringed-scars]

cantaloupe island

masterlist

chapter 2- red clay

as you walk onto the small, makeshift stage you feel completely at home. the restaurant is packed, and you spot familiar faces crowded around. a professor from university, friends, family members, and other acquaintances. you see people you don't know, but you know that they must be here because of their appreciation of the music. well, except for one. one who had introduced himself as atsumu miya.

“oh, my twin brother owns the place, i’m just here to help out. i hate jazz.” he had said after you asked him why he looked so familiar. he approached you as you talked to koutaro, just looking for a pre-show snack. you were very surprised about his jazz comment, obviously you weren’t just expecting him to know who you are exactly, but so openly hating on jazz at a jazz performance seemed ballsy. almost idiotic even.

you see him in the crowd now, talking to koutaro, looking completely embarrassed. red-faced with his hands waving around, and you can only assume he’s talking about what happened moments prior. you turn your attention back to the rest of the audience as you take your seat on the piano bench.

the fallboard is already open, and you lightly run your fingers over the keys before cracking your knuckles. you stretch your back as kuroo addresses the audience. he has his alto saxophone resting across his chest as he clutches the microphone.

“hello, good evening.” he speaks into the microphone, testing it. it’s working. “hope you are all enjoying the food so far, but it’s time to get started with some music. we are the osaka quintet, a jazz group based here in town. we’ve got a great set planned out for you tonight, but i want to introduce the band first!”

the audience claps as kuroo takes a pause, the whole room is listening intently to what he says, sitting on the edge of their seats and hanging onto every word. you catch a glimpse of atsumu out of the corner of your eye, hes gone quiet, and is now surprisingly listening carefully to what kuroo says. hes not looking at kuroo though, hes looking at you. you quickly look back to the piano keys.

“i’m tetsuro kuroo, i’ll be playing all kinds of saxophone tonight, this is hitoka yachi,” he gestures to her and she waves with her free hand. its a quick, nervous wave. “she’ll be on the trumpet… we’ve got keiji akaashi on bass,” a loud whoop goes up from koutaros corner of the room. you laugh a bit. “hajime iwazumi on drums, and the ever so talented y/n l/n on the piano!” you play a quick piano lick as the crowd applauds.

“we’re gonna start you off with a classic standard, red clay by freddie hubbard.” kuroo finishes with a smile before starting off the song.

every one of you freestyles at the beginning, before kuroo gives a nod. you all fall out except for iwazumi, who starts it off again. akaashi joins him after a bit. then it’s your turn. you focus in, making sure to hit every note perfectly. your eyes subconsciously flutter closed as yachi and kuroo join the rythum. the crowd is almost silent, you can tell they are all intently listening.

as the solo section approaches, you quickly take it away first, communicating with the rest of the quintet through intense eye contact. you’ve played this song many times before, as kuroo said, its a classic standard. your highschool jazz band wanted to play this song every performance, and you knew with the osaka quintet, all of you would know how to play the song.

during your solo, you focus in on the drum beat that iwa is playing. you lock your eyes on his right hand, watching it hit each beat. each note you play hangs in the air as the audience seems to breath it in.

as you come to the end of your solo, you lock eyes on kuroo. it’s his turn to take over. you fall back, taking a breath as kuroo starts his solo.

as the solo section comes to an end, the group all focuses, finishing off the song. you laugh, hitting the final notes. the audience whoops and cheers, as yachi and kuroo sip their waters. you look into the audience again, spotting atsumu. your eyes can’t seem to stop looking at him. he’s smiling, chatting with his brother. you hope he is coming around to liking jazz.

“alright, next up is night in tunisia!” kuroo announces.

fun facts:

-bokuto and y/n are like best friends but they never talk or set up plans with each other

-akaashi hates soloing, but surprisingly yachi loves it

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[intotheelliwoods]

saw bean sprout in a baby carrier and all I can think is crusty dusty ass cantaloupe man with ANOTHER baby backpack thing that goes on his back with a very feral Donnie who hates being there but doesn't want to leave cause it's like comfy n shit

Aha I read "feral Donnie" and my mind immediately went to @abbeyofcyn's krang infected Donnie pfft. get baby bjorned.

The post this is based on pfft