#queue of the grapes

[sammy8d257]

Hi! This is Grey (Purple and Green’s 3 year old adopted son from alternate universe) and I dare Purple and Green to meet Grey

"WHO'S KID IS THIS???"

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ALKLSJDLGSG

Sorry if you were expecting a cute and sweet response to this

My version of Purple does NOT want any kids

They know they got parental issues and they're not about to inflict that onto any potential children

Also I think it'd be so funny is Green is still in his feelings about Purple and hasn't even confessed to them yet

[andwithinme]

Purple gay horses

[gmanmedias]

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🤍 🤍 🤍

9: Your favorite food: Dolmas!!! Aka stuffed grape leaves :> my family's Lebanese and i ate these a TON growing up. feat hummus as well cause thats another comfort food for me.

[proofinggentlewoman]

Are They Thinking About the Grape? (1747) - François Boucher

[downsteepy]

waiting for smth to load here's a 4nero

[teh-nos]

reading fic, it mentioned (as i myself have done in fic!) seasons on asgard. i remembered that asgard is flat. spent ten minutes wondering how flat seasons work. i suspect they don't. feeling a bit bad about whenever i mentioned those flat seasons in fic.

[flowerbarrel-art]

Although some people say he’s just a crazy guy, to me he means a million other things

For he’s the one who taught this happy heart of mine to fly

He wears a pair of silver wings

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[therighthandofvengeance]

[sammy8d257]

Hey can you make green x purple comics please because I'm a fan of your comics

NEURODIVERGENT TO NEURODIVERGENT FLIRTING

[shimmerbeasts]

Big red eyes peered over a rock, glancing at the creature before her. Seemed like a fox but... not quite? Didn't smell like that, that was for sure. Daddy had said there wouldn't be monsters on that side of the forest, so she didn't think this one would be any danger. And if it was... well, she could breath fire! True, not her best skill and she could use some more practice. But... that strange fox was definitely better than the kids from the village. They were mean, same went for the adults, and Shyvana couldn't really get why. Sure, they didn't have scales or horns or a tail, but they didn't look alike either! The little dragoness moved away from the rock and started to approach the fox like creature, trying to not look like too much of a threat to scare her off. "Your furr is so pretty!" The eight year old said in a soft, whisper like tone. "Are you a misfit like me too?" @demacianhcart cont. from here.

Ahri knew that she was being watched. The little dragon-like creature had snuck in the direction of the wind and thus its scent had carried into the fox Vastaya's nostrils way before her agile, black paws had felt the vibrations in the ground. It spoke of the youth of her trespasser. Any skilled ambush predator would know to not give their game away so soon.

However, Ahri played the fool, acting oblivious to her secret watcher. Instead the snow-white vixen with her thick, white tail had locked eyes with a bunch of grapes. They were a dark, ripe purple and hung just out of reach. Ahri squatted down, wagged her tail, put her ears back and leapt up into the air. Snap, snap, snap. Her jaws kept missing the berries by mere inches as she continued to leap. Ahri knew she could reach those fruits with ease, but she was intentionally missing to thug at the little child's heartstrings. After all, who didn't love helping an animal?

Ahri timed her next jump in a way, which made her land right back on the ground as the little dragon girl approached her. Her body was turned to the side and Ahri shuffled backwards, tail tugged between her legs, her ears pressed tightly against her head. It wouldn't be satisfactory for any child if the fox was friendly towards them immediately. It would lack the sense of accomplishment and pride, which Ahri had learned was oh, so very crucial to wound children around her metaphorical finger.

However, as the dragon girl spoke, Ahri realised that she should talk just a little bit. After all, the girl had just assigned her a role: Misfit. And what was a greater misfit than a snow-white fox with the power of speech? Ahri looked away, her ears went droopy and her tail tip twitched. She gave a soft sniffle as if she was ashamed to admit something.

"Yes", Ahri said, "I'm a misfit too; I suppose. Other animals don't want much to do with me as I can talk." She peered up at the dragon girl. "You look strange too", she whispered and pawed at her scales, "But it looks pretty." Ahri then drew the girl's attention to the grapes as she said: "Could you help me get those? I tried getting them but my leaps were not strong enough. They look so very ripe. I am sure they must be sweet as honey."

[lgcasami]

[ 💬 asamicchi ] asamicchi! my asamicchi! it's your birthday today and i'm stuck at inkigayo keke i hope you are having fun today and enjoying your day off ^^ i have a gift for you. do you want me to drop it at the company or prefer to wait a bit until my schedule clears? i don't mind either way, but i hope we can meet as soon as i have more time! i miss you!

⸻ ( ✉ KAKKAO: MILAN ♡ )

i spent the day in the practice room i almost forgot it was my birthday 🫠 but you really didn't have to, my friend (pls give it to me in person. i don't mind if it takes a bit, but meeting you will already be the bestest gift you could give me. we haven't seen each other in so long). take care of yourself, and i miss you too.

[z-the-outback-cryptid]

“And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the great owners with access to history, with eyes to read history and to know the great fact: when property accumulates in too few hands it is taken away. And that companion fact: when a majority of people are hungry and cold they will take by force what they need. And the little screaming fact that sounds through history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.”

- The Grapes of Wrath, Steinbeck, J 1992, p.289.

We’re looking at John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath in one of my classes and I want to highlight this extract.

[mars-da-volcanic-elemental]

@a-captions-blog 🙏🏽 ❤️

heart shaped grapes

[labradoritedreams]

[gemkun]

@ephemyrals said : 🍫 aventurine for veritas ( to   feed   my   muse   chocolates. ) ↬ — LOVE IS IN THE AIR!

      ⸻       earlier   ,   veritas   would   have   ridiculed   the   idea   that   aventurine   had   pitched   with   overt   enthusiasm   ,   but   from   where   he   resides   now   ,   that   preconception   showcases   anything   but   ridicule.   ❝   i   never   saw   the   appeal   of   chocolate   –   dipped   strawberries   until   now.   they’re   surprisingly   quite   flavoursome.   interesting.   ❞   and   as   if   to   emphasise   the   findings   of   his   new   discovery,   lips   purse   around   fruit   sweetened   further   by   the   plunge   of   cacao.

  luck   seems   to   adore   the   avgin   (   notorious   for   this   strategist   )   as   he   evades   the   incoming   bite   ,   safely   escaping   with   his   fingers   intact.   but   were   the   doctor   to   break   skin   ,   there   would   be   several   ways   to   patch   up   the   wound   at   his   disposal.   the   ripeness   of   this   valentine’s   charade   was   solely   to   blame.   and   who   had   orchestrated   this   assembly   in   the   first   place   ?

  precisely.     

  ❝   what   other   frivolous   treats   have   you   brought   ?   i   can   only   sample   a   select   few   if   i'm   to   maintain   my   physicality.   ❞   a   half   –   truth.   for   if   veritas   required   to   increase   his   regimen   ,   there   would   be   no   great   peril   besides   inconvenience.   especially   when   the   occasion   would   last   a   single   day.

[hellceo]

"Hell is tired of your constant moping, and is requesting you take your sad attitude elsewhere, like Olive Garden for example." - rowena — sorrow scopes ( accepting ) / @shadowcovcn

" Once again, " Crowley drolls, profoundly dry, " your incredible empathy astounds, mother. "

The trouble is — he knows he's circling the drain. He has been since he was brought back, and he should feel — what, glad? — but as it stands, the things that drove him to the place he was at don't simply vanish. " Why bloody Olive Garden? You know that's more depressing than here, right? The only thing worse is a fucking IHOP. "

He lingers in that sulk for a moment, and then eyes her. " Is this your way of kicking me out of the house? " He snorts, loftily lifts his chin just to try to hold on to a little pride. " I'll have you know I was planning on seeing what those two great flannel coated lummoxes are up to, anyway. "