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yujateaandpi · 2 years

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Bless rottmnt for remembering that Splinter is an Asian dad.

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metamorphesque · 2 years

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... peeling oranges this ... sharing tangerines that ... what about cutting and de-seeding pomegranates for the ones you love? the ruby stains on your fingers ... fleeting proofs of your undying devotion ...

#don't get me wrong #i am obsessed with the idea of sharing tangerines as a love language #but cleaning pomegranates is on a whole other level #love and longing come hand in hand #fruits as love languages #sharing food as a love language #yearning #quotes #romantic academia

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lucidloving · 7 months

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Jean Little, "Oranges" // Vincent van Gogh, Still Life with Basket and Six Oranges // @bicarus // Youqing Wang, A Peeled Orange // Enrique Serra Auqué, The Orange Seller // Nina Lacour, "We Are Okay" // Golden Girl— Frank Ocean // Christopher Citro and @sunlightafterdark on Instagram // Wendy Cope, "The Orange"

#theme: oranges #theme: sharing fruit as a love language #this is overdone but i love orange symbolism #web weaving #webs #aesthetic #art #poetry #painting #song lyrics #prose #prose poetry #orange #oranges #love #love poems #love languages #acts of service

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alicornze7 · 2 days

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Random thing I made a few days ago that I didn't bother posting

I used one of those overpriced phone that changed like nothing but the camera lenses to snap the pic and I would like to go back to the low quality ones pls

#Ribbun #if I didn't post for a week then something happened lol #tadc gangle #tadc jax #tadc comic #She has that mom energy #Fruit love language

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cspcrashing · 1 year

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"wolfwood...?"

"ya like cute things, yeah ?"

"yeah... but these are too adorable to eat."

"shut up, tongari."

"you did this to cheer me up, didn't you ?"

"can't ya just eat them and shut it ?"

"awww wolfwood ! you love me !"

"jesus christ."

#trigun #trigun fanart #trigun manga #trimax #trigun maximum #vashwood #vashwood fanart #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #the transcendant love language that is cutting up fruit for your loved ones #even better if they are in cute little shapes #i firmly believe wolfwood is used to making cute lunches and cutting up bunny apple slices for kids #he's trying to reach out in his own way #vash was just having a bad day and now he's feeling so much better

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fruitcontent · 11 months

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#love language #the way tangerine doesn't even acknowledge it #that's how natural it is for lemon to take care of him like this #lemon and tangerine #lemon x tangerine #lemon #lemon bullet train #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #fruit cocktail #bullet train

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askblueandviolet · 1 day

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Macaque, you are a freeloader...

At least give The Mayor a kiss. 😗

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #lmk #lmk fanart #lmk mayor #monkie kid mayor #monkie kid macaque #lmk macaque #blue and violet #Macaque is a firm believer in the phrase 'its basically free money' as in the guy loves discounts and free stuff #he will never (or hardly ever) pass up on free food because why the fuck not #however he is also a firm believer that if he ever gets free stuff he does not have to give anything back #its really funny because I like to think that Macaque's love language is gift giving #so like the guy loves free shit and will absolutely take any gift he gets #but when he actually gives you something in return or out of the blue? haha that means he genuinely likes you #hence: his thing with fruit baskets #he has yet to give the Mayor one #speaking of the Mayor- Macaque is not their sugar baby and they are not his sugar daddy because Macaque refuses to let that be a thing #he has unfortunately regained some of his dignity #all while Mayor is still unaware of what the term 'sugar daddy' actually means #good for them- they would be horrified when they find out #also: Many asks ago I had put up the offer to make these two kiss if a certain post reached 500 notes #an impossible number but the offer is still on the table and will continue to stand and remain until the ask blog offically ends

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frequentlysecondo · 10 months

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Mia Arancia || Fluff || Primo x gn!Reader

Tl;dr: Sharing fruit as a love language and Primo deserves a break from gardening in the summer.

This is my first time posting writing on tumblr, I apologize if my formatting is a little clumsy <3

In the enchanting nature of the Ministry’s garden, the rows of greenery were bathed in the golden hues of the rapidly approaching end of the day and appeared as otherworldly as ever. Primo could be seen standing in the middle of his growing vegetables, looking reminiscent of a scarecrow as he marveled over what must’ve been long hours of work, remaining motionless as he stood exactly where you had hoped to find him.

Primo simply observed your leisure stroll as you made your way closer and arched an eyebrow curiously. His gaze flickered between your approaching figure and the horizon, questioning the unexpected visit. Nonetheless, the sight of you beckoning him from the other side of the garden with an eager wave only piqued his interest further. Knowing your penchant for mischief and mystery, a smile tugged at his face when you approached.

Drawing closer to Primo, you tilted your head, studying his countenance intently. His voice, though calm and composed, carried a note of playful suspicion.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" He inquired with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "You're up to something, aren't you, mio dolcezzo?"

You shook your head, your faux serious expression suddenly shifting into a wide grin. "No, no," you responded, your voice laden with a faux sense of urgency. "This is a matter of very serious business, my dear. C’mere." With a playful flourish, you waggled your fingers and extended a hand in a hopeful invitation.

Once your fingers had interlaced together, the two of you ventured further into the back corners of the garden. Eventually, your steps came to a halt, leading you to a secluded alcove adorned by a magnificent orange tree. Its branches gracefully bowed under the weight of growing fruit imbued with the warm hues of a setting sun. Primo’s eyes sparkled with delight as his gaze swept over the nearly picturesque scene before him, his eyes moving from the lush emerald leaves to your face. A smile played upon his lips as he clasped your hands in his own, your fingers entwined like an unbreakable bond.

“Ah, you’ve led me to the orange tree,” he whispered, a blend of curiosity and surprise clearly evident in his words. A confused chuckle escaped him.

“I had planned on harvesting these in a few days time.” he admitted with a hint of amusement.

Before he could continue, you drew his attention to a particularly low-hanging branch which bent under the weight of a perfectly ripe orange. Excitement brimmed in your voice as you pointed it out, the already wrinkled sleeve of his shirt crumpled further in your fist in attempt to pull his body closer to the branch in question.

“But look! This one is ripe today.”

Leaning over your shoulder, Papa reached up to gracefully pluck the orange from its branch. A glimmer of admiration danced in your eyes as you watched his movements, amazed by the confidence held in the simple swing of his arm as he brought it back down to open his palm in a proposal.

“Are you suggesting we share our first orange of the harvest?” He gently turned the fruit in his hand, inspecting the dip where the gentle curve of a leather peel met the wooden stem. The time spent considering what he had asked was closer to a day dream rather than a debate on your actual answer, artificial hesitation induced by an overactive imagination. After a few moments your distraction was cut short by the feel of firm, pitted rind being pressed into your palm. “We must eat it together, of course," His expression beamed with a sense of pride as he spoke, eagerly presenting you with the literal fruit of his labor as a treasure to be cherished, shared.

“I’ve always thought oranges are best when split with someone else.” It was hard to resist a smile while agreeing and holding the orange up to the light to study it for yourself. Sitting down in the grass under the tree, there’s a comforting wave of tranquility as you lean back against the textured bark before pushing a fingernail against the rough skin of the fruit and slowly beginning to pull it apart. Primo slowly sits down next to you with a soft sigh as his muscles stretch, your shoulders bumping together sending a rush of electricity through your veins even after all the time you’d spent together.

"You know, you're quite good at peeling these things," he mentions quietly as he studies your movements. "How do you do it so effortlessly?" He asks curiously, raising a brow. You laugh in response, the sound twinkling like wind chimes in the light breeze as you held out a slice of the orange to Primo.

“Lots of practice. Oranges are my favorite.”

"Orange peeling is a rather unique skill to practice," The grin that shines on his face could easily beat out the brilliance of the sun when he reaches out to take the section of fruit.

“You can peel it so easily and swiftly," He continues with a hint of admiration in his voice.

“You always make the simplest of things most interesting. Thank you for offering your skills to me, mia arancia." His attempts to butter you up make you laugh, scooting closer to him in order to duck under his arm despite the summer heat that still lingered in the air.

"We'll have to share one each day, sì?" He suggests while biting into the orange slice, the sweet juice dribbling on his chin and smearing along the black lines of his face paint that was already distorted by the sweat of the day.

“I would like that very much. It’ll remind you to take a break, too.” You tease Primo playfully. Despite being retired, he still insists upon spending long days tending to his plants, rare to take a rest without being prompted. The thought of meeting every day for something so small simmered in your mind, the tender domesticity of being near one another for no real reason other than to exist. Together.

“Did you know there’s a lot of poetry about sharing oranges with your loved ones?” You ask suddenly as you pop a slice of the juicy fruit into your mouth and continue to peel the opposite side.

"I didn't know that," he admits. "About the poetry." He pauses for a moment. "What does it say?" He asks quietly while he lays his head atop yours, content to watch your fingers move swiftly to continue separating the sections.

“It’s all symbolic of sharing your life and love in a gentle way. A simple act of service can carry great meaning, you see?”

Pure contentment bubbles in your chest as you feel Papa shift closer to you and the feather light flutter of his lips pressing a kiss against your shoulder is enough to make you wonder if you have ever truly felt this peaceful before. You hold up another piece of the fruit close to his face in offering as you explain further.

“To love someone enough to cherish the mundane. I’ll read you some.”

And so you sat together until long after the horizon imitated the color of the fruit passed between between your hands, repeating lines of prose while sharing an orange or three with the sweet nectar sticky between your fingers and lips.

“[..] They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,

As ordinary things often do

Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.

This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.

I did all the jobs on my list

And enjoyed them and had some time over.

I love you. I'm glad I exist.”

-The Orange, Wendy Cope, 1992

#ghost bc #the band ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus I #papa primo #primo #primo x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #primo emeritus #fluff #self indulgent fluff #sharing fruit as a love language #Tabbi Writes

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cocofetti · 6 months

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#black tumblr #blktumblr #90s baby #blackgirlthoughts #black girl magic #quotes #self love #good vibe tribe #happiness #manifestingmindset #fresh fruit #goddess energy #soft black girls #soft life #love language #things i love #romantizing life #Tumblr

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kafkamybeloved · 1 year

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i read a poem about oranges and friendship

so i cut up an orange and gave it to my flatmate.

i love her even at her worst

so i didn't mind cutting my finger

as i gave away a certain type of citrus that was also called love-

and as i ate a small piece for myself

she told me to share the fruit with her.

and so we sat on her bed as she sang and i ate

with a green plate of love between us

and a phone filling the room with music.

the cut on my finger started healing, and it smelled like oranges.

#orange #citrus #tangerine #oranges #friendship #friends #tangerines #mandarin #poetry #fruit #sharing fruit is my love language #love languages #poem #short poetry #short poem #academia #fruits and vegetables #fruitart

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0507-worms · 9 months

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curious how shidou and kazui's mvs are the only ones using fruit metaphors... 🏳️‍🌈?

#milgram 0507 #adminposting #okay but actually though #it makes sense considering how both of them have the theme of a stable home life/relationship gradually rotting away #though ig for shidou it's more like. The vision of a stable future/his chances at saving his loved one becoming less and less viable #point is that the fruit metaphors make sense and also it makes sense why They use them in particular #but it's still funny #also pomegranates are called literally called “grenade Apples” in my native language I think that's kind of funny #I think they should feed each other fruit lovingly <33 #these are the quality posts you get from me at 3am #shidou kirisaki #kazui mukuhara #milgram

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novelist-becca · 1 month

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Can’t believe this son of a gun is played by All Might in English 😆 /pos

#Christopher sabat #I believe it’s the same guy in 2001 and 2019 #fruits basket #furuba #Ayame Sohma #voice actors #all might #I love this episode btw #mostly for Yuki’s delivery of ‘skin this filthy thing and cook it’ in both languages #while holding his big bro

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t4t-scout · 2 months

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man.... still thinking about strictly prohibited workplace relationship

#shut up scout #spoliers in tags cuz ummmmm ya shoud read this if ya havent #specifically the newest chapter on 'What the hell is Fruit Scones'#food love language!!! pyro watching sniper like a bird #*the* *way* *pyro* *talks* !!!!!!!!!!!!!#anyway yeah yall should go read this cuz uhhhhhhhhh i need people to talk about fanfic with fbhksjfbvsdhjabfvhkjasbfhkasd #tf2 #bushfire #sniperpyro #tagging this might be spoliery im so srry

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ginsoakedgirl80 · 1 year

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#Till the End of the Moon #Luo YunXi #Bai Lu #Their love language is threatening the other's life #man he is so gone #The way he looked at the fruit like he never received a gift before ;_;#excuse my bad quality screenshots #episode 9 #spoiler #falling in love with the first ---- second person who shows him any human decency #dj play What is Love by Haddaway #the way he just straight up went to sleep on her shoulder not even pretending to fall over #Tantai Jin #Ye Xiwu

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echoesdaffodil · 3 months

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I think we should add apples to love methapor.

They are easy to overlook because they are so ordinary at first, nothing is special about them. Still they are eaten by kings and pigs alike. They can carry a green happiness and platonic love but also a striking red of romantic love. They are there for every love you seek. Their flesh stays in a desierable warm yellow.

You can eat them carefully, bite for bite. Share them with someone, trust them that they will leave enough for you to take your own bite. If you take too much you will grind your teeth into a sour acid filled core. If you dare to take control, you can even slice them to share to make sure you and your partner(s) get enough and eat well. Nobody has to tear them apart like clementines and pompegrates, they present themselves with a consumable protection full of vitamines. There are so many types and flavours of apple trees that you got enough to choose your own.

However, If you wait too long, the worms will take them. If you wait too long, leave them abonded on the ground, they will grow into a tree without you. You have to take a chance. They will move with or without you because they choose life before own consumption.

#apples #me.text #poetry #food as a love language #food as metaphor for love #apples as love language #fruit as love metaphore but healthier #i am born german and for my lower middle class grandma slicing apples for me was a joy #she did it with such a care

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tonymarias · 2 years

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THE INTIMATE ACT OF PEELING AN ORANGE

Orange Peeled by Timothy Jones / The Orange by Wendy Cope / Oranges by Jean Little / We Are Okay by Nina LaCour / Sweet Peels by Dimitri Sirenko / Golden Girl by Frank Ocean

#shout out to peeling an orange gotta be one of my favorite love languages #fruitblr #fruits #oranges #mine #web weaving #poetry #orange

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