#tomatoe rambles

[tomat0esofalltomat0e]

When I see Belos I kind of just scream internally because he makes me happy but also angry and I hate him and I want to throw him into a burning heap of trash but then I’ll join him because I love his character and design and story and I just rlly like Belos he makes me like happy to the point my chest hurts…I rlly like Emperor Belos….

[foldingfittedsheets]

Truly, one of the greatest love language is someone agreeing to eat something atrocious for your benefit.

My first experience with this was in college. My friend Charlie invited me to a jazz club. One would think he’d learned his lesson. I thought nothing of this and agreed to a fun night with a guy friend. We arrived and I saw nothing romantic in the outing.

The menu at the club was very traditional date food- steak, oysters, romancey food. But still, I didn’t catch on. This food didn’t sound like what I wanted. In fact, what I wanted was a hummus plate. Charlie took this turn of events with a slight wince but ordered one for us.

The hummus plate arrived. Sitting politely on the corner of the garlic bomb was a spicy pepper. Laughing, I teasingly dared Charlie to eat it. You see, this kind of rough humor was common among buddies. I thought we were in Buddy Rules. But Charlie was operating under Date Rules; eating the pepper would be a romantic test of his bravery.

He bit the pepper.

His skin was almost as pale as mine and he went bright red instantly, tears stood in his eyes as sweat broke out across his whole body in protest. He barely managed to swallow as he began coughing, his body reflexively trying to spew forth the poison in his mouth.

I was doubled over with laughter and didn’t feel bad until a few days later when Brendan informed me it had been a date. I scoffed initially and only slowly realized Charlie had been intending it as a date. I repented the pepper and promptly dated Brendan in self defense.

Charlies act of romantic heroism went unappreciated but the spirit was there.

Many years later when I’d given up on boys I was dating my beloved wife. Together we took a trip to Taiwan. One of the wonderful things about new places is the food. I still dream about the food in Taiwan. Even the humblest train station cream puff was several orders of magnitude better than any I’ve ever had in the states.

But one place we went was like. Italian food as interpreted by Taiwanese cooks. Some of the combos were as bizarre to me as many Italians probably feel American Italian food is. Specifics escape me, but it felt like I was dreaming some of the menu at the time. At the end we decided to get a chocolate fondue, because why not. We were on vacation.

The liquid chocolate was served with all the things one would normally expect, strawberries, sweets, the usual chocolate accompaniments. And then we saw the tomatoes. Tomatoes and chocolate. We all stared at the tomatoes in horrified fascination.

Now, I hate tomatoes. I can stand a tomato sauce but raw tomatoes and I have nothing to talk about. So I knew that if I tried it I’d find it as repugnant as I’ve always found tomatoes. But I was haunted by the idea that someone who actually liked tomatoes would like tomatoes in chocolate.

My beloved loves tomatoes. And chocolate. I turned the biggest puppy dog eyes on them and begged to know if the combination was actually somehow delicious. My wife insisted that it would be heinous. Still, they speared a tomato sacrifice and coated it in chocolate, for me. For me, they ate it.

It was so wretched that their face collapsed into instant regret. But they didn’t spit it out. They knew I got sick if people spit out half chewed food. So they soldiered on and swallowed the cursed chocolate fruit.

Their devotion utterly delighted me, and even years later I adore that they suffered that tomato to reassure me that indeed, it was bad.

[lazylittledragon]

i've spent the past few weeks learning to make pasta from scratch and i think everybody should do it actually!!

[solarpunkani]

"Oh no, someone's attracted to the aesthetics of my -punk movement but doesn't know the praxis and history behind it like I do--"

OK. Tell them. Make it a teaching moment. Everyone who's in your movement learned the background from somewhere at some point, maybe this is that point for that person. Give them a jumping off point that they can dive into later.

"Oh but I shouldn't be responsible for teaching baby -punks about the history and the how-tos and--"

OK. Then don't tell them. You don't have to be responsible for teaching people with a budding interest in your group the ins and outs and how-tos. That's fair and valid! It can be a lot of work. Someone else will handle it

"But I'm annoyed that they would try to claim to be part of/be interested in my community without knowing all the details that I know after being in it for months/years/decades, they're dumb, they're posers, they're--"

OK. Then don't engage with them, if it's that bad. Maybe someone else will come around and tell them the history, maybe they'll pick it up on their own, maybe they'll just enjoy the fashion elements for awhile.

"But they shouldn't claim to be part of the -punk community if they don't know the--"

I feel like we have a few options here. People can either talk to them, share the history, share the values, share the praxis. Or they can just chase off anyone who even thinks about dipping a toe in their community, and then wonder why it's dying off later down the line.

I dunno, maybe I'm too naive and patient or whatever. But if people are entering your -punk spaces without knowing The Rundown of what you feel they need to know, maybe being nice about it and informing people instead of immediately assuming stupidity and malicious intent could help you make a new friend. Even the loudest voices in a space had to learn from somewhere, and not everyone has the luxury of being in the space as the History was Happening--whether it's an age thing or a not being aware of the space thing. Or maybe I just don't see what the big deal is behind people hating people who like the aesthetic of something and don't know the behind the scenes history about it yet.

Because I believe in the word 'yet.' No one comes into this world knowing everything about everything, and we're all constantly learning new things. I'm not gonna degrade someone and call them a poser for not knowing what I know. Because if it were me, interested in a scene but getting chased out and called a poser? I wouldn't hit the books and study up, I'd go 'that fuckin sucks, those people sucked' and then avoid anyone and anything having to do with it.

So chase people off and call them posers if you want. But if your community starts dwindling, don't be fucking shocked.

[bittertomato]

Oldie for the Lostbelt 6 crew

Castoria is technically all of the above but sharing is caring, Castoria

[enzo-rambles]

🌼

Silly little hfjone au where airy is just a normal guy that runs a flower shop and his name is Raymond bcs why not

(hfjone would have never happened if airy chose any else but truck driver)

he’s Charlie’s godfather because I make the rules and I like it

[love-r-boy]

i made a uquiz because i reread antigone and felt catharsis. which tragic greek figure are you?

[some-pers0n]

Whoever made that one "picky eaters hate tomatoes but like pizza, ketchup, and marinara sauce 😂😂" meme I need them to grab an actual raw tomato, bite into it like an apple, and then try saying that again

[spoonmoment119]

[phonification]

the fragility scale (or triangle)

i like to think the whole "shimmer recovery center" thing would've taken at least couple of weeks to set up and test to see if it worked (mostly because i wanna see what measures the contestants would take to keep themselves safe) -> a fragility scale (or . triangle)

from top to bottom:

top tier are the most fragile: balloon, paper, anyone made of glass/can be shattered -> oj, lightbulb, test tube, tea kettle. foods/plants/organics ->

clovers luck would probably keep her safe, but marsh, cherries and blueberry are more delicate, with pickle and apple being the "hardest" of the few

for glass/ceramic characters like lightbulb, tea kettle, oj and test tube, they'd have to stray away from "rough" physical activities that could make them tip over and shatter/spill (toilet is the exception. he's special <3)

for paper he'd just have to avoid water as usual and any rough physical activities. balloon however . this guy probably has to do all the above and MORE . he probably doesn't even leave his room without fearing for his life . Poor Thang.

middle tier are "safe" but have to take certain precautions: (mic, taco, cheesyyyy???, box, bomb*, tissues and fan)

taco and cheesy are fine but avoid hard physical (and mental in tacos case) activity to avoid shattering or . does cheese rip??? tear??? break??? pick one but you get the idea

box has to avoid large pits of water and . hammers . Please.

bomb is fine but cannot be anywhere near a fuse or anything that could set him off and that's for everyones sake .

mic is arguably the most durable, just has to avoid water so she won't short fuse/malfunction

bottom tier are the most durable (or have abilities that keep them safe -> inner flame powers) : (cabby, trophy, baseball, nickel, silver spoon, candle, soap, suitcase, paintbrush, lifering and bot)

most are self explanatory -> silver spoon and candle take a "protector" role, the powers from their inner flames serve as protection

miscellaneous: (goo, yinyang ans ghost gang)

i have absolutely no idea what yinyang is even made of . is he like rock solid. and goo is ...goo.

for the ghost gang, you cant go on the fragility scale if you're already dead!!!!

[tomat0esofalltomat0e]

Ok here’s a rare type of post but let me tell you something that ANNOYS me about Belos.

It’s not his character…but it’s just that whenever I have a cool drawing idea for him I’m smacked in the face with “this won’t work”..and you may be wondering..”whys that?” It’s because..HES SO LIMITED he’s not but when it comes to things he’d actually do my ideas are discarded. This morning I was thinking “oh imagine belos played the organ! I could draw that!” So I searched up if puritan churches had organs…they were banned. So that’s one drawing idea gone 💔 I think there’s been multiple times this has happened to me idk if anyone else has this struggle with him tho.

I GET IT DOESNT RLLY MATTER BUT ALSO IT DOES I WANNA POTRAY HIM CANONICALLY (When it’s out of my aus I suppose)

[foldingfittedsheets]

The original goat curry recipe I use was made by a white lady. I was making it for a cooking class I was taking at a local college.

I needed to make a practice run of it, but I was skeptical that the flavor would really pop, so I doubled all the spices from the recipe as it was written.

It came out… fine. But afterward I tripled the spices for the one we made in class which came out phenomenal.

[katetorias]

i hate that people don’t have the ability to find memes funny while also still appreciating the art the meme is based on… creep by radiohead is a genuinely great emotional song, careless whisper isnt just a romantic little joke it’s actually such a beautiful and sad song. i dunno… it makes me so sad!!! what do you mean the use of creep in an appropriate scene took you out of the movie?? it’s still a song about that emotion those feelings.. whatever!!!

[moonstruckme]

Why is it that every morning I have to physically throw myself out of bed to get the day started but on the mornings when I say I'm going to finally let myself sleep in I cannot sleep 2 minutes past 8

[bittertomato]

Castoria's ahoge tilts down like the usual Artoria ahoges but Aesc's curves up like Arthur's 🥺

[solarpunkani]

Sometimes I wish I could wake up and everything is better. Like I’m in a bad dream and when I wake up everything will really be fine and fixed and better. Or like I could sleep for a few years and wake up in the better future we all dream of. No war, no strife, no corrupt politicians and hatred and bigotry. Just the peace we dream for, a world we can be excited to be part of.

Unfortunately, its not that easy. I can’t just sleep and hope I wake up in a better tomorrow. I can’t wish it all away like a bad dream. I can’t sit idly by and cross my fingers and hope the world changes around me with no input from my part.

If we want the solarpunk future, we have to create it. We have to pick up our tools and fight for it. Whether our weapon of choice is a shovel, a pen, our words, our crafts, our community, or any myriad of things I can’t even imagine. We have to draw up our swords and fight for it, fight against those who want to cast our world into darkness and hatred.

The tapestry of our future is made of the threads we weave today. We need to do all we can to ensure the image is one of light and hope.