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[the-vegetarian-artist]

the PJO fandom working their butts off to find two italian babies in the background only to realize the Easter egg is Nico calling for Bianca around the 12:3 mark.

[veggies-aesthetics]

Notice I've got a few asks lol, I will get to them soon! (One of which is the fact that I need to watch the new season and I keep holding off cause I wanna watch it with @goldendaydna 😖) thank you for the requests tho!

[stubz]

"Remember to check with a teacher or one of the gardeners before eating what you pick from the gardens." calls out teacher Max.

The youngling centre was on a field trip visiting the ships indoor public garden that grows both flowers and vegetables from a variety of different planets. Younglings took joy in sharing and showing their friends vegetables and plants from their own respective planet. Even the teachers, Max and Kim, were happy to tell them about earth's plants.

"Wow, what's that Emira?"

"It's a glass flower!" she chirps holding up a beautiful flower with the petals and stem translucent. "They're my favorite flower!"

"So pretty! Can you...eat it!" the human grins.

"No!" the avian giggles. "You can't eat it! But my Maemae says you can use the roots for tea that helps tummy aches."

"I'll have to remember that." he nods, wearing an utmost serious and thoughtful face. The nearby gardeners chuckle.

"You should!"

"I shall-!"

"TEACHER MAAAX!!"

All heads whip to the south of the garden. At the very end of it is Ezshi screaming and waving their little tail and arms frantically. Beside them is Pollix, Zyz, and Tarlak huddling around a Kim kneeling on the ground grabbing her throat.

"Mr Max you stay h-" the gardeners watched as the human sprinted as fast he could to the other side of the gardens. Seconds later the younglings followed suit with Emira leading them, flapping her little wings as fast as she can.

"KIM! KIM WHAT'S WRONG?!" he skids to a stop beside her grabbing her shoulders to examine her.

The human shakes her head, face red, opens her mouth to speak only to go into a coughing fit. Her right hand at her throat, her left pounding her chest.

"What happened?? Did you eat something?? Kids what did she eat?!" later he'll apologize for shouting but right now he can't help it. Right now he's going through every lesson he's had about what to do when one eats something harmful/unknown to their species.

"I-I don't know! Tarlak gave it to her!" Zyz cries, tears streaming down their little snout.

"Tarlak, buddy, what did you give her??" the little Simia's lips quiver as he stares at the still hacking Kim.

"Tarlak, focus. What did you give her? What planet plot was it from?" Max grabs his shoulders, making him look solely at him and not Kim.

"...earth...it-it was from earth. This." he hands over a half eaten white plant bulb.

"...Kim's fine kids." he sighs flopping over onto the dirt. The adrenaline immediately leaving his body.

"What! What is it?!" they all cry.

"It's garlic."

For a moment there is silence save for some sighs of relief from the human children. And then.

"GET THE RED BAG!"

"CALL THE GARDENERS!"

"SHE'S GONNA DIEEE!"

All the younglings scream and wail. Most like Emira, however, simply cling to the human silently crying.

"...what?! Kids! She's not dying."

" 'm not...dying." Kim rasps, finally done coughing.

"Garlic is poison! It's how my Maemae's uncle died!" Emira wails.

"I heard one garlic clove can kill a hundred rextalians!" Ezshi frets.

"What are you talking abo...oooh. Thiosulfate."

"Thio-whatnow?" Kim coughs, spitting out a piece of garlic she frees from her cheek.

"Reason why most animals can't eat garlic and onions. Including most other non-earth species."

"...Oooh! Okay learning time! Listen up kids. Humans can eat garlic! Got it? Humans can eat garlic and other foods like garlic, our body breaks it down and stuff."

"But you choked and your face turned red!"

"Because the taste is very strong. It's like lemons. Basically I took a giant bite out of a lemon."

"...Ooooh!" cries out the younglings now understanding that their teacher is not dying.

"Wait why did you take a giant bite out of garlic?" laughs Max.

"I didn't know if was garlic or an onion and Tarlak's dad uses onions for to make a bug repellent...don't judge me I've never seen garlic in that shape before!"

"Why didn't you ask a gardener?"

"They're all the way on the other side of the field! Just-shush!"

"I'm never letting you live this down. Now help me stop the human kids from doing some kind of garlic challenge. I see Anthony and Piper eyeing them."

[macaritaville]

More alt outfit ideas- this time for Celia!!

She was a lot harder than Lumina to think of fits for because I feel like her OG design is already VERY good- but I knew I wanted her in overalls and crocs 😌

Large pix under cut!

[coolpointsetta]

jamie: i am sneaking broccoli into the mac and cheese so the children don’t know that they’re eating vegetables.

jamie: that’s what parenting is all about. helping your children through lies

roy: well, not just the children

jamie: huh

roy: i’ve been speaking vegetables into your waffles for years now, since way before we were married.

jamie: what

roy: haven’t you ever wondered why your syrup has seeds in it?

jamie: you said those were maple seeds

roy: yeah, there’s no such thing

[toxicroyjamie]

If Phoebe's making Potions™️ in Roy's backyard you know Jamie's 100% joining in like "you added leaves yet?"

"No I still have to forage for them."

"Mint, I'm on it"

And jamie collects leaves in one of his little cross-body bags. Then they collect the potion in a jar and try to get roy to drink it

YES OMG Phoebe is such a little weirdo I just know she loves playing potions haha

Jamie babysitting Phoebe is such a great concept because they really would just be hanging out like this. Best friends <3

[albatris]

Snippet Sunday!

this week we'll have some Quinn attempting to be sweet and nice

God, what to make? They weren’t a cook. They especially weren’t a cook next to someone like Nat. Why had they offered? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Quinn dug around in their fridge, hoping it would be the thought that counted. Maybe a stir-fry…?

They threw some fake chicken into a wok, alongside some carrots, onion and broccoli, and turned the heat to high. High meant it would cook faster, right? They didn’t want to keep him waiting too long.

They dug around in their pantry for some spices. What went in a stir-fry? Ginger, cumin… cinnamon? No garlic. Chili. Paprika? Quinn didn’t know what any of these were used for. And none of that would make a sauce. What went into a stir-fry that made it a sauce?

Oh, hell, the vegetables were burning. Quinn flitted back over to the wok and turned down the heat. Should they have put some oil in? They splashed in some avocado oil, and then a bit more. Maybe the oil and spices made the sauce? They chucked the spices in and mixed them around. Quinn tasted. Nope, not right.

In a sudden stroke of genius, Quinn typed ‘easy stir-fry recipe’ into their internet search bar with their free hand. Soy sauce. They needed soy sauce. Quinn poured in a generous dash, swirled it about. If that didn’t fix things, nothing would. They were too nervous to taste test it a second time.

He’d like it. He’d like it, wouldn’t he? At the very least, he’d be polite enough to pretend he liked it.

They let the stir-fry simmer for a few minutes, then dished some up into a bowl. To their dismay, their pulse was racing and they felt a little woozy. They slapped themself in the cheeks a few times, cursing themself for being so anxious. What the hell did they have to be anxious about?

They ventured down the hall to Nat’s room, only to find that he was passed out asleep already. Their bubbling nerves immediately turned to irritation, and Quinn quashed the feeling. This was probably for the best, and they were more than a little relieved, too. Their stir-fry most definitely sucked.

Quinn bumped into Alex back out in the living room, freshly clean and free of gore. It had taken its braids out and thoroughly washed its hair.

“Here,” Quinn said, holding out the bowl. “You can have this.” In its current condition, Alex probably wouldn’t be able to taste the difference between stir-fry and dirt anyway. At least it wouldn’t go to waste.

“Thank you?” Alex said, a question. “Did you cook this for Nat?”

“No,” Quinn said, their lip curled. “I just felt like cooking.”

“Sure.”

“I’m heading out,” Quinn said. “I’m going to Nat’s stupid apartment to feed his stupid cat.”

Alex took a bite of stir-fry. “Don’t do anything reckless,” it said around its mouthful. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“No relaxing, got it.”

Alex rolled its eyes at them.

“Try and rest,” Quinn said. “I'll help you with your hair later on tonight.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I don’t need help with it.”

“Would you like help with it? And doesn’t a scalp massage sound nice?”

Alex considered this. “Hm. Maybe.”

“The word you’re looking for is yes,” Quinn said. “Just let me look after you a bit, alright?”

“Alright,” Alex said. “This stir fry is awful, by the way. Even to my uncooperative tastebuds.”

“I didn't hear that.” Quinn hopped over to give Alex a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon!”

[meownotgood]

aki talking to you: have you eaten anything good for you today? sweetheart... if you don't eat well, you could get sick or give yourself a stomach ache. c'mon, I'll make you something, what would you like? maybe some soup, that'd be easy on your stomach. and next time, if you've only got snacks at home, just call me and I'll come over for dinner, okay?

aki talking to denji & power: eat your fucking vegetables

[wallbeatjournal]

Pour one out for Reggie, always second choice for the Lodges after Archie

SECOND CHOICE FOR EVERYONE. like literally it is so hard to evaluate reggie (especially w/r/t the lodges) without bringing in The Tragedy Of The Side Character Rival-Foil who exists in the narrative to experience B-plot versions of the A-plot in miniature

riverdale-the-metanarrative is so blatantly full of guys who are different versions of archie and where his character could go in the story if he didn't have to be the protagonist-hero - munroe as the jaded star fighter with the same nickname hiram originally used on archie as an endearment, who could get out of this damn town if he commits to sports. eric jackson as the disabled vet with unmanaged ptsd who betrayed his unit for a manipulative man in authority who just gets to be a respectable figure in society while his groomed victims suffer (and he could speak up and get justice if he's willing to handle the social impacts of being labeled a survivor). kevin as the openly-gay damagingly-impulsive, validation-seeking, people-pleasing, insecure joiner with a nice-but-emotionally-distant dad who keeps trying to find happiness through in-group conformism. julian s7 as literal understudy, and the guy who died in war (also got targeted and negged by s7 reboot hiram lodge in the s7 reboot version of wrestling. dramatic monologues).

reggie is like. the most powerful and tragic of all of these archie analogs bc he's sometimes a rival, too. so his jealousy and inferiority complex towards archie exists both inside and outside of the narrative! all of those other archie reflections aren't also competing with him and comparing themselves to him and constantly getting handed his leftovers and cast-offs and feeling that that is what's happening. but reggie is :\

anyway. so tragic. love u reggie

[countmothra]

Guys, be so honest with me. Do you think the papas fuck with Veggie Tales? Like, do you think they gather around for silly songs with Larry, the part of the show where Larry sings a silly song?

[raviollies]

With that being said - here are 9 weeks of my meal prep! Been putting a lot of care and time into it and am very proud of the results

[the-vegetarian-artist]

New icon I drew for @goldendaydna of her blue bug boy cause she deserves it!

~Please dont repost or use without permission THANK YOU ~☆

[alacants]

do you know what's great about a ship with such depth of record? you're still stumbling over new content years after the fact. anyway here's what david ferrer's face looks like when he's getting a hug from his special friend at a davis cup anniversary celebration in 2010.

[veggieharumaki]

"The siren is not the only one who can sing."

dnf sea creature au! there is a reason why George seems to be away from the ocean... he's being lured in.

part of an idea that i think about but never write lol

[marosii]

Daigon radish and Killuaflower

[riotwritesthings]

Purple from the ace flag? Pwweease?

I'm happy with WinterIron. (✿◡‿◡)

Eggplant Purple

WinterIron, T - Humor

-

“Tones, your phone is going off,” Rhodey says, glancing between the device on the worktable and the half-disassembled War Machine armor.

“What?” Tony calls, his voice distorted and echoing from inside the depths of the armor’s chest.

“Your phone!” Rhodey repeats more loudly, “It's making noises at me!”

Tony leans out from around the armor, wiping at his forehead and smearing grease across it as he asks, “Can you check it for me? If I let go of this bolt before it’s fully tightened there’s a small chance it might go flying.”

“Very reassuring,” Rhodey says with a roll of his eyes, dropping the armful of tools that he’s been holding for Tony onto the table so he can scoop up Tony’s phone instead. “It’s from ‘SugarPants’, who I’m going to assume is Bucky-”

“You assume correctly,” comes Tony’s echoey reply.

“-And it's- Ugh, it's just a bunch of eggplant and exclamation point emojis. Why did you make me read this?”

“Eggplants?!” Tony demands excitedly and when his head pops out from behind the suit again there’s a wide grin on his face.

“Eggplants,” Rhodey confirms seriously, “and I had to see them with my own eyes.”

“I gotta go,” Tony says as he starts to free himself from the insides of the suit, “I have been waiting for this.”

“Ew,” Rhodey says with feeling, “why am I being forced to relay your weird lazy sexting? Seriously emojis? Isn’t he a hundred years old?” His frown deepens as Tony completely ignores him, dropping tools left and right and shaking his foot free from some wires tangled around it. “I feel like you’re not appreciating how traumatized I am,” Rhodey grumbles and then raises his voice a little as he tries to point out, “We’re in the middle of something here!”

“I’ll be right back!” Tony calls, waving one hand distractedly and not looking back as he heads for the elevator.

“You are the worst!” Rhodey calls in return, “And you forgot your phone!”

Tony just grins at him as the doors close between them.

Rhodey sighs, wishing he could be surprised, and when the phone chimes in his hand again he glances at the screen before he can stop himself.

“Oh great, now there are cucumbers too. And they’re partially sliced up, what the hell does that mean?!”

-

Tony spends the elevator ride impatiently bouncing on his heels and watching the numbers count up until he finally reaches the roof. He squeezes his way out as soon as the doors start to open, excitedly shouting, “Eggplants?!”

“Eggplants!” Bucky repeats happily, the brim of his dumb, adorable gardening hat flopping as he looks up from the garden bed that he’s crouched next to.

“I can’t believe that actually came in!” Tony says as he hurries over, winding his way between the raised beds that take up a good quarter of the compound’s roof.

“I told ya we wouldn’t let the bugs win,” Bucky says, leaning over to bump their shoulders together when Tony drops down beside him. “See, we got little eggplants just starting to come in, an’ either the cucumbers are comin’ in too, or the plant has a tumor, I’m not sure.”

Tony laughs, and then reaches over to swipe his thumb over a smear of dirt of Bucky’s cheek as he says, "You have dirt on your face, again."

"Well you have grease on your face, like always," Bucky returns with a grin, and then leans in to kiss him.

“So,” Tony says when they break apart, looking back at the plants nearly spilling out of the bed, “when do you think I can throw these in one of my shakes?”

“I told you, we’re cooking with them,” Bucky protests with a laugh, bumping their shoulders together again.

(this one goes out to my asexuals. and my gardeners. 🍆🥒)