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xoxo-gossipgourd · 8 months

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I’ve been hearing all about Larryboy’s biggest mistake. The one who got away. The only one he couldn’t catch.

What ever happened to Fibrilious Tinykins/Red, do you think?

Is that what we’re calling him these days?

That’s a Jimmy and Jerry mistake, they were supposed to be watching the skies. Larryboy can only act on what he’s informed on. In this instance, I say we give plunger boy a break and reshift the blame to where it belongs.

Now if you want to talk about the one that got away from dear old Larryboy…I don’t suppose his current love affair knows much about Vicki, now would she?

XOXO

Gossip Gourd 😘

#veggietales #Jimmy gourd #Jerry gourd #Larryboy #Petunia Rhubarb #Vicki the cucumber #red fib #fib #whispered

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nerds-yearbook · 4 days

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The last episode of Larryboy the Cartoon Adventures aired on May 6th, 2003 (according to IMDB). The cartoons were first produced as stand alone videos, with this episode originally released on video on June 10, 2003 (according to wikipidia). Unlike the original VeggieTales and Larryboy shorts, the animated adventures used 2-D animation and was helmed by ex-Disney animator Tom Bancroft. The videos ended after only 4 videos as part of the fallout of Big Idea's bankruptcy. ("The Good, The Bad, and the Eggly!", Larryboy the Cartoon Adventures, Animation Event)

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vicki-cucumber · 6 months

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“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.” vicky main verse

Vicki blew her bangs out of her eyes with disinterest. "Oh, now it's we? What's the big deal, we don't like a little drama in our lives?"

#vicki-cucumber #vicky cucumber

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rumor-weed · 7 months

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Some women just wanted to watch the world burn. Vicki would’ve settled for just one particular redhead.

Okay, maybe burn was a little… harsh. It wasn’t Petunia’s fault that things went south between her and Larry. If nothing else, she should’ve been mad at Larry. This wasn’t her Misery Business moment, or her Better Than Revenge moment for that matter.

Jealousy, however, was a very human feeling. It was also an inescapable monster who could snatch you up and consume you before you even knew you should run, and that monster dined on Vicki like she was a five course meal.

She curled her long blonde locks between her fingers, tilting her head to the side as she read over old email exchanges between her and Larry.

“Larry,” she read out loud to the empty apartment, “I’m going into town today to apply for that TV reporter job. Do you want to go get lunch together? Xoxo, Vicky.”

Then, in a cartoonishly mocking voice, Vicki answered,

“Gee Vicki, I sure would like to, but I promised someone else I’d meet them for lunch so she could interview me! Uh, I mean, interview my friend, Larry-Boy, who is super reclusive so I have to answer for him, and anyway, maybe we can meet for a movie after?”

She rolled her eyes, turning her office chair around so she was facing the wall. Newspaper articles she had written. Pictures of Larry-Boy. Pictures of Larry, if she could sneak them. An old office photo they took together at the Christmas party a year ago.

They kissed under the mistletoe. They went on dates, had serious discussions about their individual futures, and then…

Petunia Rhubarb came to town.

She snatched up that TV reporter job right from under Vicki. Told her they already found someone and sent her on. And when Vicki waited for Larry at the movie theater after the interview, she waited over an hour. She tried calling, he didn’t pick up. She paged him. Nothing. At one point she called his home phone number, one he had said was ‘only for emergencies’, but… this felt like an emergency. For all she knew, Larry could’ve been dead on the sidewalk. However, when she called, a British voice answered, “Master Larry’s residence, how may I assist you?”

A fake number. He had given her, all this time, a fake number. Or he had answered and was playing a cruel trick on her, pretending to be someone else. She hung up in tears.

When Vicki was particularly sad, she’d stop and get her favorite coffee from the Bumblyburg Bean. Just a macchiato, warm enough to comfort her, enough caffeine to keep her focused.

Looking back on that day, Vicki now wished her comfort treat had been pizza, or a burger, or an ice cream sundae, or literally anything else other than coffee. She might’ve still fooled herself into two more weeks of blissful ignorance.

Instead, she opened the doors to a rude display of PDA between Larry and a giggling, airheaded ginger girl.

“I’m so proud of my girl,” Larry was saying, pushing away some ginger curls to make room on her cheek to plant a kiss. “You nailed that interview, ‘Tunia!”

Vicki stared in shock at the blatant display of affection. Larry hadn’t even noticed her come in. She stalked over to their table and slammed her palms down flat on the surface, and Larry and Petunia jolted away from each other as if Vicki had struck lightning between them.

“Oh! Hey, Vicki! This is Petunia! I meant to introduce you to her -“

“You were supposed to meet me an hour ago,” Vicki snapped at him.

Larry’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, dumb brown caterpillars contemplating their desired closeness. His eyes widened behind wireframed glasses, and he gasped. “Oh! The movie! Shoot, Petunia, I told you I was forgetting -“

“So, this is your ‘girl’, huh? Isn’t she pretty? Do you kiss everyone who interviews you?” Vicki spat out the words.

Petunia looked at Vicki with wide, innocent eyes. “I’m so sorry, I’m lost. What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Larry assured her. “Look, Vicki, I just made a mistake and forgot. This is my girlfriend Petunia. She’s a reporter. She just got hired like, on the spot for -“

“The TV reporter job at channel 3,” Vicki answered in a soft, disbelieving voice. “The one I was supposed to interview for today. And they said it was filled. And you’re… dating her?”

“Oh, shoot! I had no idea that was the same interview. Gee, Vicki, I’m sorry!”

Vicki felt burning rage in her heart. “So like, what is this? You’re just going to be blatant about… cheating on me with this…?”

“Cheating?” Petunia echoed, and she looked at Larry with that same confused, wide-eyed look. “You were dating someone?”

“No! We were just friends! I mean, we kissed once but that was because of the mistletoe, and you hafta kiss under mistletoe, and -“

A sob escaped Vicki’s lips, the crack of her heart’s escaping echo. She covered her mouth. “Oh my god.”

Petunia stood up from her chair. “Vicki, I’m - this is -“ she touched Vicki’s shoulder, and Vicki screamed,

“Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare even talk to me!”

Petunia recoiled. Larry stayed seated, offering a pitiful, “I’m sorry if you thought…”

He didn’t bother to finish the sentence. Vicki was already at the door.

She quit her job the next day, packed her things, and moved back home to her small town. Until now. A year later she was back in Bumblyburg, trying to figure out how to rebuild a bridge from the ashes she left behind. It was as fruitful an attempt as you’d expect.

She turned back to face her computer, opened a browser, and typed in the address for her yet unused blog.

“The Truth About Larry-Boy” was written in big letters across the website banner, but she wasn’t going to start with dessert. She had several appetizers to offer first.

She put her fingers to the keyboard and typed out her first blog post’s title:

“Secret Identities Are Not An Excuse to Be a Two-Timing Asshole.”

#working on the Nezzer petunia one next #VeggieTales #VeggieTales fanfic #Vicki cucumber #petunia rhubarb #Larry-boy #larryboy #the cartoon adventures of larryboy #VeggieTales fic #Ryan writes vt #fanfic #Drabble #humanized veggies

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topsyturvy-turtely · 27 days

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💕if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

hiii!!! oooh fun! hmm lemme think...

1. i love cucumbers! i just think they make every boring sandwich better!

2. i am not a great cook but i make reeeeaally yummy potato pancakes

3. my headphones save my life multiple times a day

well whoop these facts are random that's for sure! thanks so much for the ask vicky!

#ask games!#vicky asks #turtely answers #(omg i almost wrote my real name lmao)#turtely

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romcommunist · 11 months

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Top 5 chips

hmm i dont eat a lot of chips that arent just. regular ruffles + helluva french onion but

miss vickies lime and black pepper

like any korean honey butter

salt n vinegar

cucumber lays

cool ranch doritos tbh

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djcarnationsblog · 2 years

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[Prompt !! ]

Dee but he sleeps like...cat

And his family just found out

CATDEE-

...

Why did Glam not know of this sooner?

He prided himself in taking the time to know about his kids, from hobbies and likes, to dislikes and troubles. Glam liked knowing that he could easily interact with his kids in ways in which please them, and he simply likes knowing that his kids are, well, good kids.

This? This thing he didn't know about? It was so cute.

He didn't know what to expect when Ches came to his office, a dopey grin on his face as he practically dragged him from the office, down the stairs to the living room. Glam thought that perhaps the man finally got enough money to buy a better guitar, and wanted to show him.

But no, it was much better. Even Vicky and Heavy were there, respectively holding expressions of astonishment, then pure confusion.

When Glam was able to follow their gaze to the couch, he had to surpress a snort.

It was Dee, and he was sleeping. Better yet, sleeping like a cat. Curled up on the literal top of the couch for who knows what reason, lightly snoring away with his phone held limply in his hand.

It was so cute, Glam couldn't help but hold up his phone (after checking the flash and noise) and taking a few quick pictures, stifling his laughter.

"When did this start happening?" he muttered to his wife, who shrugged with a shake of her head, clearly just as amused as he was.

"What, do we have a full grown cat now?" Heavy interrupted, causing Vicky to snort. "He's a cat now. Oh no." Glam spoke teasingly.

Glam shuffled over to the couch, sitting down on it as he gestured to the kitchen, where a (conveniently place) roll of tinfoil lay. Ches was quick to catch on, snickering his ass off as he grabbed the roll and left the room, to tear a few of them off without disturbing the sleeping teen.

He came back a bit later, and the two were quick to start surrounding Glam's son with tin foil. Heavy was silently wheezing in the background, find it funny how they treated Dee like a literal cat.

Once they had finished their devious preparations, Ches went into the fridge and got out some pre-sliced cucumbers, placing them on top of the tin foil for maximum hilarity. God did Glam wanna shake that man senseless, trying instead not to breakdown laughing. He noticed Vicky recording and oh was this gonna be good.

Ches backed away, and so did Glam, looking at them all as he grinned almost deviously. Taking a second, he a finger, took a deep breath...

And whistled with deafening pitch.

It startled Dee awake in an instant, letting out a yelp as he did. He barely even processed what was going on, mind too foggy of sleep to actually identify the shininess around him as tinfoil, and the green around him as cucumbers.

But he let out a scream anyways cause clearly his mind must have seen something different, and clearly jumpstarted some kind of fright machine in him.

And he fell off the couch.

The family almost crumbled to the ground in laughter.

Dee jumped up with a start, knocking off some of the prank material as he whipped his head around, finally processing what in the world just happened. And that red shade of embarrassment consuming his face was worth it.

"DAMNIT DAD!" He exclaimed, immediately accusing (and rightly so) of his father being the originator of the chaos. "What was that for!?"

"I'm sorry! I just made a huge discovery that my son was half a cat! Can you believe it?" Dee's face of incredulity said otherwise, but Glam just thought that made it all even funnier.

"Our own fluffy kitten to snuggle with!" Vicky came in, Dee unable to escape her bear hug, though he desperately tried. "No!! No, I am not a cat- mOm!" his voice cracked in surprise when Vicky pulled him up from under the arms, shaking him around joyously.

"AAAAGH! I hate you!" Dee exclaimed, writhing in her grasp all he could. Glam wasn't gonna do it again, he knew that, he would let his son sleep like that if he wished. But he just had to do that, the idea was brilliant!!

At least he didn't mean the screams of hatred!

#DJC Drabbles #metal family #dee metal family #heavy metal family #vicky metal family #glam metal family #ches metal family

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hellfirehaley · 2 years

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Strange Love Chapter 3

CW: drug use (marijuana), language, angst, memory of infidelity.

Word Count: 5.1K

AN: Shoutout to @mvnsoneddie86 for being an amazing human being who supported me throughout my entire writer's block last week.

A few things:

This chapter was originally twice as long but after discussing it with my showrunner (aka my husband); I made the executive decision to cut it in two and edit the second half a little more diligently. So let me know what you think and what you'd like to see. I'll try to have the next part out on time next week (I promise).

I'm not sure who has seen it but I do mini updates throughout the week on my progress under the tag 'Strange Love An Eddie Fic' so it'll be easier to find my ramblings as opposed to digging around for it. There's also a masterlist pinned to my blog if you ever get lost. If there was anything you wanted to tell me you liked or disliked, message me. My DMs are ALWAYS open.

September 21, 1985

School had been in session for a month and you were already stressed from homework and pressure from Mom to participate. You went to one game last night to support Ali and Robin to prove a point. Your mom, temporarily pacified, let you have the girls over today for a girls day/sleepover. You felt you had barely seen them due to band, debate and photo obligations.

You got up around 10 and called both girls asking what they wanted to do today and you all decided on a spa day: deep conditioning or masking your hair, mud facial masks, cucumbers (for the eye bags) . Upon ending the call, you ran up to your room and got dressed in a pair of tights, your Runaways shirt, a red and black flannel that was a little too big for you, grabbed your keys and put on your Converse before running to the grocery store (grabbing cookies, cupcakes, chips, assorted candies and the latest Tiger Beat and Cosmopolitan issues. You also grabbed a new vial of nail polish, wanting to try the new blood red color from Revlon, a green for Robin and another bottle of dye for Ali’s color touchup.

By the time you arrived back at your house, Ali’s Buick was parked out front of your house. You waved at them as you pulled in the driveway, putting it in park. They walked up to the car, pulling up their sleeves ready to help.

“Hey Y/N. Ready for some gossip and girls day?” Robin said chipperly. You giggled and nodded, closing the door behind you. They grabbed the bags and followed you into the house as you unlocked the door.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. How have you been? Tell me everything!” Ali gushed, walking in and going straight to the kitchen, Norm on her heels. Robin followed behind as you closed the door behind you. You got out all of the bowels as Ali set out the candy and Robin fixed everyone a drink. You really loved having such an unspoken bond with the girls. Not having many friends made you appreciate the ones you did have.

“So Vickie noticed my hair in the band yesterday and I almost choked on my own tongue. She said and I quote “Hey did you do something different to your hair? It looks shinier than normal.” THAN NORMAL? Does that mean that she noticed it before? That she was aware of what my hair normally looks like so she can tell when I do something different?” Robin said, handing each of you a glass of New Coke before pacing the kitchen while she went on.

“I mean do you wanna do something different to it? Wanna tease it or crimp it next time?” you offer trying to help as you took a sip of your own soda

“No, maybe next time I can get some highlights done before the weather drops. I’m sure we will figure out something ladies cause I wanna keep this streak up of Vickie noticing me.” Robin gushed, thinking about her red-haired amore.

“Plus we need to update Ali’s color so that pink really pops for Steeeeeve.” you tease, poking Ali in the side as she swats you away.

“Oh my god stop. You already know he is never gonna see me like that. I’m doing this for myself.” Ali said powerfully as you and Robin applauded her, hyping her up.

“Now we need music.” Robin said, going to the record collection in the dining room. She immediately chose the Escape album from Journey, the sounds of Don’t Stop Believing blasting through your house.

“Just a small town girl living in a lonely world; she took the midnight train going anywhere.” Robin sang as she started dancing towards you two

“Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit. Took a midnight train going anywhere” Ali sang, holding Robin’s hand dramatically.

“A singer in a smoky room, a smell of wine and cheap perfume. For a smile, they can share the night. It goes on…” you sang as the other two girls joined in singing the rest in harmony (loudly) while getting the mud mask materials mixed together and cutting up some cucumber slices. It was a cooler day so it was perfect for your masks. You applied Robin’s first since she was always antsy and couldn’t sit still, then Ali’s. Cucumbers in hand, you opened the screen door letting Norm come hang out with you, the sounds of Journey playing faintly on your patio. You set a timer to 15 minutes before you wash off the masks.

“So I like Vickie, Ali likes Steve so that leaves you Y/N. Who do you like this year? Any potential suitors?” Robin asked as you were applying the goopy mess to your face.

“I don’t do crushes ladies, you know that.” you state spreading the thick mix around your nose.

“Yeah yeah we know but we’re talking hypothetical” Ali urged, really curious. You told her everything and she knew your type but wanted to hear it from you.

“Well hypothetically it would be someone who challenges me. Someone who makes me feel like a better person without relying on them constantly. Someone who can make me laugh but also talk to for hours about nothing. Someone who I don’t have to hide who I am from” you admit.

“That sounds amazing Y/N” Robin gushed, taking a drink of her soda.

“Yeah too bad he doesn’t exist in Hawkins so I guess I’ll settle for Patrick Swayze” you say laughing

“You never know, I mean look at how Joyce Byers was with Chief Hopper. They were in the same town for years and then BAM! I mean you saw them holding hands at the 4th of July bash before the Mind Flayer shit happened.” Ali said, recalling a few months ago when Hawkins was (once again) almost destroyed by an interdimensional creature trying to go after your friend. You could only think now of Joyce, who lost the love of her life twice. Once back in November of 1984 when she lost Bob and now losing Jim a few months ago. You don’t blame her at all for packing up the kids and getting the hell out of Hawkins.

“As your best friend, I must say that I approve of whatever is going on with Eddie Munson.” Ali stated, her hand up like a Scout’s Honor.

“Nothing is going on Ali. We’re friends who happen to both be really into music,” you say shrugging.

“That explains why you’ve been listening to a lot more metal than normal.” Ali noted, remembering you picking her up to school listening to Metallica.

“Or I just like metal as you should be aware of” you say laughing.

“Yeah. You like Motley Crue more but you’re going old school and discovering like the foundations” Ali said.

“Maybe but on the other hand ladies, I’ve got Eddie Munson listening to everything but metal and personally that’s a win for everyone,” you say, taking a drink of your soda in satisfaction.

“How the hell did this unorthodox friendship start? It feels like suddenly you guys are thick as thieves, he walks you to your locker after class; you say hi in the halls and lunch. He asks how your day is,” Robin rambles, her inner detective coming out.

“Honestly it was O’Donnell’s class. He was assigned to be my peer editor and he caught me singing ``Smokin In The Boys Room,” you say, remembering back to how his curls moved back and forth with his rhythm, those damned rings, his fingers tapping to the beat. The surprised smirk on his face, maybe a little pride behind it too.

The sound of the alarm startled you from your thoughts of the metalhead as you three headed inside washing off the dried mud mixes off your faces in the tub, using the shower head. Once all three of you were fresh faced, you changed the record over and got started with mixing the color for Ali’s hair. You could hear Ali and Robin arguing about Ali’s feelings for Steve and it was to the point you were about to step in and start matchmaking the hell out of it.

“I give it til Prom and they’ll be together,” you yell, stirring the chemicals trying to get a nice shade of pink.

“Fuck off L/N. We weren’t asking you,” Ali said, appearing before you in an old shirt, stained from previous color sessions.

“You know what Roberts, for that comment, I take it back. I give it til Winter Formal, hell make it Christmas. Final answer.” you state, putting on some rubber gloves as Ali sits down.

“You’re horrible Y/N” Ali whined as Robin started to section out Ali’s hair.

“Duh that’s why I’m your best friend Ali” you laugh, satisfied with the pink bowl before you.

“Plus it’s cute how you don’t see how Steve is when you’re not around” Robin said, smirking like a madwoman

“WHAT” Ali yelped, trying to face Robin

“He’s a mess dude. Always wondering what you’re doing or what you’d think of a new release at work. He’s in DEEP. Like way worse than he was with Wheeler” Robin said, remembering him freaking out over his picks for Movie Night last month. Ali couldn't fight the blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah and he’s always asking me what you prefer- I mean remember when we went to the Sunrise Diner last week and he sent your food back because it had condiments on it and he knows you HATE that” you said.

“Okay smartass. Then how do I break that barrier if you two single bitches have it ALL figured out,” Ali said, frustrated by her conflicting feelings.

“Well he likes your boobies so you could start by showing them off next time we hang out,” Robin said giggling as she put some pink on Ali’s roots.

“What?!” Ali said, surprised.

“Oh yeah! Wear that striped off the shoulder sweater you have. Your boobs like AHMAYZING in that” you say, working on your own section of her hair.

“It’s like 2 sizes too small Y/N” Ali says.

“Exactly!” you say, twisting the strand up with your other finished strands “Robin back me up here as our resident Boob Expert” Before she had the chance, your doorbell rang. The girls looked at you confused since you weren’t expecting company.

“You invite anyone over?” Ali said, confused as the three of you looked at each other like confused chickens.

“Not that I can remember,’ you say as the doorbell goes off again. You take off your gloves, tossing them into the trash. Norm was barking his ass off by the time you got to the door, petting him gently, soothing the dog as you opened the door.

To say you were surprised to see Eddie Munson was an understatement. He was wearing a stressed out Iron Maiden shirt, ripped jeans and his Reeboks. His hair was wind blown and damn…he looked good.

“Eddie…hi…” you say, surprised. What was he doing here? You didn’t remember making plans with him.

“Hey Y/N.” Eddie said, smiling as he took in your appearance. You looked so comfortable and at home.

“What are you uh…doing here? Not to be rude but I wasn’t expecting more company,” you say nervously. You then realize your outfit and blush.

“Well, according to my schedule, you ordered a delivery m’lady.” Eddie said smiling. You felt like a ton of bricks dropped on your head. You DID make plans with Eddie today and completely forgot. You’re never one to double book yourself.

“Oh god Eddie I'm so sorry I forgot. Ali and Robin came over for a girls day and I totally spaced it. Here come on in,” you say, opening the door to let him in. Eddie followed you but not far as Norm jumped up on him, tail wagging.

“Aw this must be Norm. Hey buddy,” Eddie said, getting down to Norm’s level, indulging the dog in pets and rubs. You look over at the girls who are watching the ENTIRE thing with Robin mouthing “Oh My God” slowly.

“Yep, that's Norm. He’s the best boy,” you coo at him while his tail thumps harder at the sound of your voice.

“Told you I’d meet him someday” he teased, scratching the dog’s belly, earning a round of quick foot kicking. It was amazing how Norm was so happy with Eddie; it took Norm months to warm up to men.

“Guess you were right Munson” you say, looking over at the girls for help on what to do as you went to get the money for Eddie.

“So what are your plans today Eddie?” Robin yelled, taking your cue. Eddie’s head snapped up at Robin’s voice, temporarily forgetting they weren’t alone.

“Uh…was just gonna drop off this delivery for Y/N then probably go back home,” Eddie admitted, shrugging.

“You should join us!” Robin yelled from her spot above Ali.

“Yeah we’re having a beauty day and no offense, Munson, but those curls NEED a deep condition,” Ali gushed, already thinking about getting her hands on those curls and the look on Y/N’s face when she spends time with Eddie.

“Oh no no no, I couldn’t impose on your day ladies,” Eddie said, trying to protest but they were having none of it. Y/N had changed over the last few weeks and it was nice to see the old her back. If Eddie was the source of it, they weren’t about to let him leave.

“Oh no Munson, we insist,” Ali stated, her tone similar to the one you had used during the photo shoot. Eddie knew he was stuck. It was 2 against 1 but he didn’t wanna make it weird for you in your own home.

“I don’t wanna make it awkward for you girls. You don’t have to worry about me,” Eddie tried again.

“Oh please. Y/N would love to have you join us. Besides, Steve is coming after his shift so you won’t be the only guy for too long,” Robin added. Eddie pondered it; I mean he didn’t have any other plans for the day and he did like hanging out with Y/N.

“Sure I’m in. How can I be of assistance?” Eddie asks, standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

“Y/N and I were putting color in Ali’s hair so grab some gloves,” Robin tries

“Ohhhh no. Noooo way. I’ve got a better idea. Eddie can DJ for us but no super heavy metal Munson. Plus he can roll for us while we do your nails.” Ali stated matter of factly.

“Aye aye Captain,” Eddie saluted, sitting himself at the counter by the kitchen. You returned downstairs and found them all seated.

“So here’s the $20 for the sack,” you say, walking over to him.

“Oh it’s $15 cause the ladies over here offered me a sweet deal I couldn’t pass up,” Eddie said, winking at Robin and Ali. You were so confused like you had missed something.

“Oh? Well I’ve only got a 20 so call it a tip for the delivery fee and an apology for me neglecting our scheduled appointment,” you say, still missing something; like why Eddie wasn’t already almost out the door. Not that you were complaining but you were definitely out of the loop.

“Much appreciated L/N but unnecessary. I’ll get you back tomorrow,” Eddie said, opening his black pail just like he had 2 weeks prior. At this point, you weren’t gonna question it and grabbed a fresh pair of gloves.

“Thanks Eddie” you say anything as you get more dye on the brush once again going back to your task.

“No problem and again, ladies, thank you for the invitation and let me apologize for crashing your day,” Eddie said, grabbing two papers from his pack.

“Oh please Eddie, Steve usually ends up crashing anyways so don’t sweat it.” Robin said.

So THAT’S why. Those sneaky little minxes playing Cupid, you thought.

“So ladies. What’s the first album you’d like to hear? What are we feeling?” Eddie asked, grinding up some bud between his fingers.

“Ooh that mixtape Y/N made last month. Oh it was so good,” Ali said, already hype.

“Oh? And where might that be?” Eddie inquired, feeling out of his element here.

“In the cassette player by the record player in the dining room. Just make sure you turn off the record player before you turn on the cassette player,” you say, working on Ali’s hair, not able to move.

Eddie got up and went to the indicated spot. He did as instructed, turning off the record player before going to the cassette player. He opened it and checked the tape. Sure enough, it was a tape labeled “Girls Night Remix💙🦋🦋 “ decorated in hearts and blue butterflies. He rewound it until he heard the click and pressed play. The house immediately flooded with the flourish of a piano and vocals. You three immediately yelled in excitement, harmonizing before breaking into Dancing Queen. Eddie took his seat and watched as you girls danced and sang, completely free. He tried to focus on rolling those joints but his eyes were trained on Y/N, how she moved when a certain lyric hit, how concentrated she was on making sure Ali’s hair looked good. How you giggle at Robin’s joke. Sure he had moments with you but this was like seeing you at your fullest potential.

“What do you think Eddie?” Ali asked, breaking his concentration. He hadn’t been paying attention and he was caught.

“Uh sorry what? I uh got super into the song and zoned out,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. They all laughed at his response “What was the question?”

“Nothing, nothing, never mind.” Robin laughed. Clearly he had missed something; probably some inside joke they had between them. They finished up Ali’s hair into a grocery bag (which Eddie thought was the weirdest shit he had seen in a minute)

“So would you ladies like a break?” He says,offering up a joint he had ready to go.

“God yes,” Ali said, feeling the restlessness from sitting for over 30 minutes.

“We can go to my room but we have to–” you started to say

“Light the incense and candles. We know Y/N.” Robin said, rolling her eyes. They know you too well but you didn’t need Eddie knowing your micro mannerisms.

“Lead the way,” Eddie said, grabbing the joint and his lunch pail. You led them upstairs to your room, the second to the right. Your room was clean apart from a thing or two out of place like yesterday’s sleepwear. Robin and Ali got right to work opening the windows and lighting the candles, which gave Eddie time to look around your room. Immediately when you walk in, you’re greeted by a gigantic poster of luscious red lips with a man in lingerie sitting on them with the title Rocky Horror Picture Show in bloody print. By it were posters of Motley Crue, Kiss, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin and a few bands Eddie didn’t recognize. On the opposing wall was a poster of Stevie Nicks, holding her tambourine to her face, fabric falling in front of her face. There was a vanity mirror below the poster with a dark haired celebrity posing like he was mysterious. For some reason, Eddie felt a pang of jealousy. But why? You were friends. So what? He had Heavy Metal magazines out when you were over and you said nothing (Thank God!). There was a pale delicate fabric draping over your dresser, your vanity and bookshelf, which fit Eddie’s “ethereal” theory about you.

“Shit; my lighter’s out. Hey Eddie, can I borrow yours?” Y/N asked, standing on the opposite side of the room. Eddie made his way over, fishing out his lighter as he crossed to her.

“Of course m’lady. Here you are,” Eddie said, without even thinking. It had become his little name for you but you didn’t mind honestly. You take it from him, fingers touching. It sent an electric current through you, like nothing you had felt before. It makes your heart beat faster, your breath hitch slightly. Your touch lingered a few seconds before you pulled away.

“Thanks Eds,” you say smiling before turning towards your dresser. He noted that you had a lot of different types of crystals there but they were more shiny; more clean and colorful. You lit the incense and waited a moment for the end to cherry before blowing it out.

Robin and Ali watched the entire interaction from their spots on your desk chair and bean bag chair, looking between the two of you and each other.

“M’lady?” Robin mouthed, shocked

“Eds?” Ali retorted.

“We have to do something,” Robin said as Ali gave her a thumbs up. Y/N sat on the bed as Eddie followed her. He lit the joint and took his turn.

“What should we watch tonight?” Robin asked after a minute, taking her hit before passing it to Ali.

“Hmmm good question. I definitely wanna watch Sixteen Candles again” Ali said, taking the joint and bringing it to her lips.

“Steve will probably wanna see some Tom Cruise movie so buckle up for that shocker,” Robin said to Eddie.

“We could go see Back to the Future and watch Robin and Steve try to explain the plot AGAIN,” you say laughing.

“What about you Eddie? What kind of movies are you into?” Robin asked as he inhaled.

“I’m more of a horror fan or like science fiction or fantasy,” Eddie admitted as he passed the joint to Y/N.

“Would we completely reject the idea of Rocky Horror tonight?” Y/N asked, blowing out her hit.

“You saying you wanna Time Warp again Y/N” Ali asked laughing.

“Absolutely!” Y/N said, joining in.

“Have you seen it before Eddie?” Ali asked, curiously.

“Nope. I’ve only recently heard of it,” Eddie said, smiling as he looked at Y/N for a moment.

“Alright that settles it. Sixteen Candles, Rocky Horror, Steve’s choice and whatever our guest would like to watch,” Robin stated as they finished the joint.

“Why don’t you and Y/N go get the movies while I do Robin’s manicure?” Ali offered “I don’t want you to get bored out of your mind.”

“Yeah? Sure if that’s alright with Y/N” Eddie said, looking at you as you nodded.

“Excellent, so meet back up in like 45 minutes.” Robin said, getting up with Ali following suit.

“I just need to grab some cash then we can go,” Y/N said, going to her bookshelf. Eddie looked at the titles from afar and recognized some Tolkien, King, most of the “required” reads from the curriculum and some of those sappy romance novels. That immediately piqued Eddie’s interest. Part of him was dying to know what you looked like reading one; getting sheepish at a particularly steamy scene.

Eddie shook his head, not wanting to go there NOW. He stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. “Do we need anything else while we are out?” Eddie asked.

“Umm just tell Steve he’s getting dinner” Ali said

“Yes! Pizza!” Robin chirped.

“Any requests ladies? Cheese? Pepperoni?”

“Both!” the girls said in unison

“Alright I’ve got everything. Are you ready?” you ask, grabbing your denim shoulder bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

“Yep. I’ll drive since you let me so graciously crash your day,” Eddie said, extending his arm for you to lead which you did.

“45 minutes KIDS!” Robin yelled as you and Eddie exited the door.

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The drive to Family Video was full of you and Eddie jamming out to his mixtape, even getting an exclusive haunting cover of Fever out of him. You felt so free with Eddie; like all the barriers you had built had shattered when he came around. You could be your full self around him without having to filter a part here and there because it didn’t fit his “scene”. Eddie accepted you for you.

He parked right next to Steve’s car burgundy BMW, the sounds of a Motley Crue chorus blasting as he shut the car off. You got out of the van and Eddie raced to the door, opening it for you.

“Why thank you kind sir,” you say walking in. Eddie followed suit, the bell ringing behind him. Steve was with another customer, trying to help her choose between two movies so you immediately made your way to the Comedy section, trying to get to the S portion.

“So how did you and Harrington become friends?” Eddie asked. He kept trying to picture it but it was too weird.

“It was a little before his breakup with Nance. He uh–gave me some really good advice at a party last year and helped me when I felt lower than dirt. Been friends ever since. When he and Nancy were donezo and he stopped caring about the King Steve reputation, he and Ali got close because of the kids we all look after,” you explain, grabbing Sixteen Candles, “He and I really became close, close friends because of Dustin. We’re both hyper parental over the shitheads and try our best to keep them in linee. It was actually Steve’s terrible Ewok impression,” you recall laughing.

“You mean AWESOME” a voice said to the side of you. There stood Steve Harrington, hands crossed over his chest in defense, his striped polo under his dark green vest crinkled slightly by this action.

“Absolutely not. 0 out of 10 stars Steve.” you joke.

“I thought you were having a girls day since I’m covering Robin’s shift today.” Steve said, looking between you and Eddie, wondering what he was missing. He was told by Ali last week that they would be doing this and even gave Steve the week off from picking up/dropping off the shitheads. So why was Y/N here with Eddie Munson?

“Robin and Ali are working on Robin’s manicure so they sent us to the store to grab movies. Speaking of which, we need Rocky Horror.” you say as Steve groaned.

“Again Y/N? You know how I feel about musicals” Steve said, going to the drama section.

“Shut it Harrington. You’re lucky we’re letting you choose a movie at all tonight,” you warned laughing.He returned successfully with the tape in hand, turning towards Eddie.

“So how did you get roped into this?” Steve quizzed, curious about Eddie’s presence still as the longer haired boy was browsing the horror films.

“Came to deliver a package to Miss Y/N but the ladies insisted I stay for movie night and help play music while they do their thing” Eddie recalled. Steve had no idea what Robin and Ali had up their sleeves but he did know that he wanted nothing to do with it but he did wanna know what you were doing with Eddie.

“Alright then,” Steve said, now wondering what they were up to.

“Also you’re buying pizza tonight,” Y/N said, browsing for a copy of Animal House.

“Wait what? Who?” Steve said, not in the mood to be roped into any shenanigans.

“Aliiiiiii. Consider it a part of your payback for babysitting duties,” you say grabbing the desired VHS tape. You knew Steve liked Ali but was too bruised to try anything and you were sick of it.

“Ugh fine. The usual?” Steve said, rubbing between his eyebrows to mask the blush at her name. But when he looked up, he noticed something else. You and Eddie walked up to the counter and you were eying the candies, putting your nail between your lips. Eddie watched you pick up one candy before going to another, taking time to really debate your choice of sweets. Eddie sat the tapes on the counter and waited, grabbing the $20 you gave him earlier and sliding it on the counter towards Steve.

“Movies and candy are on me Harrington.” Eddie said, smiling as you decided on M&Ms and Reese’s Pieces “Couldn’t decide?” he pondered at you.

“It’s so hard to choose between a classic chocolate or the best combo of peanut butter and chocolate.” you whine while putting the candy on the counter. Eddie laughed at your childish reaction, finding it adorable.

Steve gave back his change and watched them, noting Y/N brushing her hair behind her ear shyly and Eddie watching over her like a hawk. Steve had always felt protective over Y/N. She really helped him come out of his breakup with Nancy and he did the same for her last year when she got her heart shattered by Rob: the douchebag who used to hang out with him during his King Steve days. Rob worshipped Steve so Steve thought nothing of it when Rob and Y/N started dating. They were together a year until Halloween 1984. There was a big party; Steve was at the end of his relationship with Nancy but Y/N and Ali were there too. You were both dressed up like slutty witches and were fine at first. After Nancy got wasted and fought with Steve that night, he went to find you and Ali to talk about everything but that wasn’t what he found. Instead, he found you crying by the bonfire alone. He sat next to you and learned everything, How you found Rob balls deep in his chemistry partner Misty Norwood after swearing for months they were friends. Apparently he had been going on the entire time and you felt so blind, so stupid, foolish even. You punched him in the face then and there; Steve noted your bloodied knuckles. He took you and Ali back to his house and you guys had been friends ever since, Steve becoming the real big brother you need.

“I’m off at 5 tonight so I’ll be over after I pick up the pizzas okay Y/N?” Steve asked, looking at Eddie still, watching his every move.

“Yeah of course Steve. You know you’re always welcome.” Y/N said, smiling as she gathered up her goodies, putting them in her bag.

“Alright. I’ll see you guys later then,” Steve said as Eddie grabbed the stack of tapes. Steve watched as Eddie raced to the door to open it for you, thanking him and going to the GMC G2500 Gaucho with Eddie opening your door yet again, waiting on you to get comfortable before going to his side, a little more pep in his step. Steve could already tell he would be seeing more of Eddie Munson with his dear friend.

So what do we think? I know it’s not as long as promised but I am working on chapter four right now so I’m curious: what movie did Eddie choose? How will that play out? Send me what movies you think😉

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#strange love an eddie fic #haley talks shit #haley writes shit #haley writes fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson slow burn #fic recs

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hedgewitchgarden · 9 months

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If we invited for dinner some of the most important minds of ancient Greece, such as Herodotus, Hercules and Aristophanes, we would surely surprise them with the richness and variety of food that we would offer them.

This is because many of today's foods were completely unknown in their day, while our eating habits differ significantly from the ancient times.

First of all, contrary to what modern nutritionists claim about the benefits of a rich breakfast, the ancient Greeks started their day with a very simple meal, which included some barley bread, dipped in unsweetened wine, along with olives and figs.

Another common breakfast was "kykeonas", a drink made from boiled barley, flavoured with mint or thyme, which was believed to have healing properties.

At noon they used to eat fish such as sea bream, red mullet, sardines and eels, legumes like lentils, beans, chickpeas, peas and broad beans, as well as bread, cheese, olives, eggs, nuts and fruits.

Another contrast is dinner.

Today doctors advise dinner to be very light but our ancestors considered it the most important and largest meal of the day.

It was accompanied by desserts, the so-called "tragimata", which could be fresh or dried fruit, mainly figs, walnuts and grapes or sweets with honey.

The ancients showed a special preference for pork and beef, while they rarely ate goat and lamb.

They also loved hunting, especially quail and deer. But they also loved snails, which the Cretans have been eating since the time of Minos in the Bronze Age.

Fruits and vegetables may have played a leading role in their daily diet, but there was not as much variety as there is today.

Fruits such as oranges, tangerines, peaches and bananas may not have existed, but pears, pomegranates, apples, figs, berries, cherries and plums were in great demand.

As for vegetables, the Athenians cultivated them in their gardens and had a special love for lettuce, cucumbers, peas, artichokes, celery, dill and mint.

Mushrooms, fennel, asparagus, and even tender nettles were sought after in rivers and fields.

They also had a great love for bread, since they used to make several types, including laganas, semolina bread, bread from coarse flour and millet bread.

The kitchen shelves of an ancient Greek household always had to be stocked with various spices and condiments, such as oregano, basil, mint, thyme, cardamom, coriander, capers and sesame.

Most dishes were very light as they were baked in an oven or on a spit, while the same was true for sweets, as, since there was no sugar and cocoa, they were made from flour, dried or fresh fruit and honey.

Each meal, of course, was accompanied by wine, while the table never lacked olive oil, which Athenians considered a gift from the goddess Athena.

In any case, the ancients were on a diet.

They ate a wide variety of foods, but in very small quantities, as they believed that the purpose of the food was to satisfy the palate and not to fill the stomach.

The most hardcore of the Greeks were the Spartans, who even in their daily diet included a cup of "black broth" and a piece of bread.

On special occasions and celebrations, the Spartans boiled pork, drank wine and ate some pie.

By Vicky Christopoulou.

#ancient greece #foods

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xoxo-gossipgourd · 8 months

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So, is it true Vicki might be coming back to Bumblyburg? What do you think happened to Larry’s former flame?

Oh. You guys thought Vicki left? It was my understanding that she was still around, but once she admitted she wasn’t that into Larry, she was quickly dropped from hanging around our usual group of friends.

Now, is she making her return to that inner circle? That’s something worth keeping our eye on. Especially if any lingering feelings for Larry are still holding on - what with Petunia being the Pepperazzi’s newest obsession…maybe our IT Couple fumbles this close to the previously seeming upcoming engagement finish line.

But that’s assuming she’s even still into Larry - if my memory serves correctly, she was the one who didn’t love plain ol Larry

XOXO

Gossip Gourd 😘

#vicki the cucumber #Larry the cucumber #petunia rhubarb #veggietales #whispered #if one of you actually makes a Vicki blog I’ll scream (affectionate)

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jimhair · 2 years

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We’re celebrating our Equinox lunch with treasures from “Vicki’s Farm”. The little cherry tomatoes are as sweet as candy and balance the kale and cucumbers. We have had so many great meals this summer, and the garden has been so successful I may have to create another page for @vickiknits Vicki’s Harvest, Portland, August 2022 🇺🇦💔🌎💔🌏💔🌍💔🇺🇦 #earth #america #human #family #photographer #documentary #people #garden #home #portrait #photography #schwarzweiss #blancoynegro #blancinegre #bnw @ilfordphoto #ilford #mediumformat #film #blancetnoir #白黒 #Hēiyǔbái #siyahbeyaz #shirokuro #blackandwhite #pdx #portland #nw #northwest #oregon #photojournalism 220848 HP5 1947 Graflex Super D Kodak 190mm 5.6 Ektar https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci3PUqavDbR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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Top 3 favorite comfort foods/snacks!

my comfort foods are

bagel pizzas

salad: iceberg lettuce, cucumbers, craisens, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, ranch croutons, black olives, feta cheese and Golden Italian dressing

cheese and crackers

my top 3 snacks however are

miss vickies sea salt and malt vinegar chips

kitkats

fuzzy peaches

#ask #food tw

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vicki-cucumber · 7 months

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Maybe @sweet-sweet-petunia has @andimlarrythecucumber wrapped around her invisible finger, but I think Rhubarbs and Cucumbers are just way too different of flavor profiles to be mixing in the same dish if you know what I mean.

#veggie tales #Vicki cucumber #sweet-sweet-Petunia #andimlarrythecucumber

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rumor-weed · 9 months

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