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The Handsome Artist. 8. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Bug eyes. Abi and Danny spend a way more peaceful morning.

MASTERLIST. Moodboard and Playlist.

Previous part: A nice dinner.

Note: Listen to Bug Eyes by Mt. Joy. Pic from here. Obviously this has to be Danny's car in the story because the bi car is iconic.

I opened my eyes at the sound of someone moving only to find Charlotte already dressed on her clothes with her bag hanging from her arm and that white thing on her forehead covering the stitches.

What?.

I was comfortable and warm and I slowly realized how I was cuddling myself inside Dan's jacket. I blushed.

"Good morning, Abi" Charlotte said with a smile. "What are you wearing?"

I lifted an eyebrow.

"Good morning, Charlotte"

"Is that jacket..."

"Yes"

"Oooh. Let's go home so you can tell me everything."

"No, no, no. You sit back there and wait till the doctor comes and..."

She pulled a paper.

"I can leave"

"Oh Charlotte..."

This woman would be the death of me. I got up from the uncomfortable chair and I swear my whole body cracked when I fixed my posture. My cute blue dress was a mess and I should look like shit. But I had Danny's jacket on, which looked huge on me.

"Is it the boy's?"

I nodded.

"He brought you here?"

"We were having dinner when they called"

"Oh shit. Shit, Abi. I'm sorry, honey. Come here"

She gave me a hug. I sighed and hid on her neck.

"Don't scare me like this, Charlotte"

"It won't happen again" She pulled back and cupped my cheeks. "Now, put that hair in a bun, it's a bit messy"

"I wonder why"

We both laughed.

"Do you want me to call a taxi? Arthur's son has started this new..."

"Danny is picking us up."

She looked at me with big eyes.

"Your boy?"

I nodded embarrassed.

"Call him!"

As we left the room I called Danny.

"Hey! Is everything okay? I was waiting for your text"

'Yeah, everything is fine"

"Don't say you are already at home"

"I'm not." I smiled a bit. "We can already leave"

"Perfect. I'll be there soon."

"Don't run. Traffic must be horrible"

"Don't worry. Bye bye"

"Bye"

I hung the called.

"Oh you are so in love"

"I'm not. I barely know him"

We sat outside in a bench and she grabbed my hand.

"But you like him"

I took a deep breath. I couldn't lie to Charlotte.

"I do."

"He likes you."

I shrugged. It was pretty obvious he did.

"He took you here, left his jacket and is on its way to pick you up." He smiled. "I wish I could have found someone like that when I was young"

I chuckled.

"Can I steal yours?" She asked.

"Nop."

We both laughed. I grabbed her arm and laid my head on her shoulder.

"Was he nice yesterday?"

"He took me to his friends' restaurant. And it's full of plants. Really beautiful." I remembered with a smile. Everything about our short dinner was pleasantly craved in my mind. His interest in me, his questions, his hand on mine, his eyes when he talked about his family...

Our little second date had been more than perfect.

"Oh honey..."

She kissed my cheek.

"I don't want it to hurt." I whispered.

"Honey, it will if it has too. But you can't be scared your whole life. It hurt like mad when Robert left. You were too little to remember, but it was awful. I found Gregor, and Carmen then. Only because I didn't fear it. It didn't work with them either. But that's just because it wasn't meant to be. There is someone else out there for me. I know it. Just as there is someone for you. Maybe it's the Handsome Artist or maybe is someone else. But don't fear it. Don't fear love because you have so much to give to the world"

I blinked the tears away and she gently cleaned the one that had fallen.

"I'm so scared"

"I know, I know. But Arnie wouldn't be doing this. It's already a lot."

"You are gonna like him"

She smiled.

"Does he know?"

I shook my head. How could I tell Danny that my ex had messed me so bad that know I was scared of loving him?

We heard a car honking and we both look to the right. I gasped when I saw him climb out of a pink and brilliant car.

"Oh Abi, I already like him"

I chuckled when she got up and walked fast on Danny's direction.

"Charlotte! Slow down! You still have a concussion!"

I got up and followed her.

Daniel was there, he was wearing short shorts and a big oversized T-shirt. He also had a backwards cap and sunglasses. He looked comfy and cute. Cuddly.

"You must be Daniel. You really are as handsome as Molly told me. I can see why..."

"Charlotte!"

"Oh girl... I'm just introducing myself."

Daniel was laughing and slightly blushing. He took his sunglasses of and smiled at me.

"I'm Aunt Charlotte, dear. This one's favorite aunt"

"And the only one" I said.

"Yeah. That too" She laugh. "She always says I give her headaches, but the girl is just a little forest elf and loves silence"

"A little forest elf?" Daniel looked at me with a smile.

"She has been calling me that since I can remember." I walked to them and looked at Charlotte. "This is Danny, Charlotte. The guy who was nice enough to bring me here when you open your head again last night"

She laughed.

"Nice to meet you, Danny. Abigail only talks wonders about you"

"Oooh. She is too nice" Danny touch my hand softly and I blushed.

Oh boy.

Charlotte was the most precious thing I had in my life. She was my aunt, my granny, my mother, my best friend, my shoulder to cry, my mentor. She was everything for me. Letting people in like this was hard. She loved everyone, she was fast with bonds. And I didn't want her to start loving someone only for them to leave later. This wasn't ideal. It wasn't how I would have liked to do it. But that's life. It wasn't going that bad at the end.

"Oh, she left again. She does it often. Has plenty of space in that mind of hers. Her little own world."

I blinked twice.

"I was saying that he has to stay for breakfast. He must. I'm not accepting a no, Daniel."

"Okay, okay"

Yeah, the would be friends soon.

"Let's go. The carriage awaits"

Charlotte walked to the car, loving colorful and bright things.

"Pink car?" I asked Danny.

He smiled and nodded proudly.

"Cool?"

"Meh"

"You hurt me"

I chuckled.

"It's really cool, Danny. Unique. So unique"

"It's a magnet for girls" He said pointing at Charlotte, who was already sat on the front passenger seat.

"Yeah, you already won her" I said smiling.

I tried to walk to the car, but he took my hand.

"Is she okay?"

I nodded.

"Perfect. Another scare"

"And you?" He thread his fingers with mine and touched the neck of my (his) jacket.

I smiled.

"I'm okay. I just feel as if I had slept on a hospital chair."

He chuckled.

"Well... We couldn't finish our date but Charlotte invited me to breakfast so... It's okay for you?"

I took a deep bread and nodded with a smile.

"Of course"

I had to sit on the back, admiring the not so discreet car who was actually the coolest car. Charlotte was speaking nonstop and Daniel was more than happy to listen.

"Yeah, Abigail sometimes get angry. She can be a bit grumpy..."

"I get angry because you shouldn't do all that stuff."

"No fighting in my pink car, girls"

"Listen to you boy, honey. No fighting. I was just picking a pot. It wasn't my fault that it fell on my head."

"A pot fell in your head!"

Danny POV.

It was actually funny. They were polar opposites. Charlotte was energetic, she hadn't stop talking and had a scandalous personality. Abi was calm, quiet and soft. They wore similar clothes. Unmatched, different patterns convined but the older with more brilliant colors while Abi chose more pale ones. It's was as if they were both faces of the same coin.

I could see her sitting in the back of my car each time I looked through the mirror. She had a smile on her face and always had a sarcastic comment for her Aunt's antics.

Charlotte was the one supposed to guide me, but she always forgot to give me directions. Instead, I had Abi softly touching my shoulder and telling me where to turn.

"Right there!" It was the only indication she gave me.

The woman had a concussion and stitches on her forehead but moved as a kid. It was a particular person. She opened the door and then went inside. I looked at Abi as she got out of the car and sighed. My jacket looked big on her, it almost covered her short blue dress. Her hair was in a messy bun. She was so pretty. So fucking pretty.

I followed her and carefully touched her waist. Last night was probably one of the best nights I had spent with someone. Even if it was short. I felt it. I saw how there was something there.

"Difficult?"

"It's hard to raise an adult"

I laughed.

"She can be too much, she doesn't have a filter. So... If something bothers you, please say it. She understands and..."

I cut her with a quick kiss on her cheek. I had already seen her spiraling into anxious thoughts many times.

"It's fine, really." I whispered. Her checks turned pink.

"Okay..."

She guided me upstairs. The place looked exactly how I would have imagined it. Packed with lots of things, random furniture and of course plants. More plants than I could count.

"Welcome home, Danny! Abi makes the best pancakes ever. And I have already set the coffee machine."

How?

"You invited him, why do I have to cook?"

"You win a man's heart by winning his stomach first"

Abi groaned and walked away. Charlotte laughed and I could just giggle. She was cute.

She took my jacket off and carefully hang it on a chair. It was one of my favorite jackets but I was more than willing to give it to her of it meant to watch her wearing it.

"I will cook. But only because you have to rest."

She disappeared in the short corridor.

"That's her room. She still sleeps here sometimes. We have dinner together every week at least 4 times. I can't just let my little girl go that easily. Molly comes often so you are invited too. Her friends are my friends."

"Thank you Charlotte"

I felt more than welcome on the little family.

"Are you a nice guy, right?"

I looked at the woman. She was dead serious for the first time.

"Yes"

"I didn't warned the others. So I feel like I should warn you."

The others...

"Don't hurt her. Don't you dare to hurt my girl because she is too good for this world."

I swallowed. How would I hurt her?

"What did she told you? You are pale"

She was there. She was wearing a huge t-shirt from Willson & Co. Paints and Decorations.

I shook my head. Charlotte caressed my arm and walked to the kitchen.

"If she..."

"Abigail. Stop worrying" I pushed her slightly and she took me to the kitchen.

She was soon cooking her pancakes as Charlotte and I observed her.

Abigail was playing music. Mt Joy. Bug Eyes. Meybe she was thinking we were not paying attention. Or maybe she didn't care. But she was moving her body at the sound of the music and muttering the lyrics softly.

On the day you left I could tell by your text

That you were gonna ruin my life

Cause bug eyes get a good look at the windshield

"It's her favorite song. She adores it. Since the moment it came out. Good mood, bad mood. That's her song" Charlotte whispered.

I looked at Abi and let it sink.

And in that water, dark dark water

Eyes could see no farther than my hands

You said you wanted a plan

May you always look forward

And may all your love be returned

There will be peace

There will be light on you

There will be colors

For you to come home too, yeah

I'm always waiting for you girl

I'm always waiting

So maybe I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait

And maybe I'll wait too long

You were the first but you won't be the last

If I keep traveling on

Always look forward

And may all your love be returned

Hold on tight, I think I might

Have wasted all my time on fear

But if I were, would you be so rude

And tell me what I have to hear?

Let it kill, let it

Alright

But are we

Alright?

Let it kill, let it learn, let it lie

Let it fall out of the corner of your eye

I live out on the range now

But I can't complain

I had everything

Alright

But are we, are we alright?

Let it kill, let it learn, let it lie

Let it fall out of the corner of your eye

To live and die and see the world through someone else's eye

I live out on the range but I can't complain, I had everything

Alright

And then are we, are we alright?

Let it kill, let it learn, let it lie

Let it fall out of the corner of your eye

To live and die and see the world through someone else's eye

I felt heavy, I felt light. I just wanted to get up and hug her, to sway slowly with the music and her. To promise I would always be there. To promise her all the love I had.

But then Charlotte grabbed my arm and pulled me closer.

"She likes you a lot. It has been so long since I've seen her like this. She just need a lot of love back. She needs to be loved and taken care of."

"I can hear you whisper, Charlotte" Abigail muttered without turning.

"So...your friends have a restaurant." Charlotte said changing the subject.

I was even shaking.

"Yes. One of them has also a pub down the beach."

"Oh, that's fantastic. We have to go some time"

I heard Abi's soft laugh and then the sound of the pancake cooking.

"And you are from Australia? Which part? I met a guy from Australia once. The seventies. He was a sufer" She winked at me. "It seems like we have a type"

I laughed.

"Charlotte..."

"What!?"

"Oh jeez." They were so fun together.

"I won't cook pancakes for you"

"The doctor said..."

"The doctor said you should stop picking pits from high selves"

"He did not"

"He did, you were asleep. He even wrote it down. Just check the papers."

I loved this version of her. She was calm. No nerves. No diving deep in thoughts. Just her being all cute and sarcastic.

I'm falling so hard. So so hard.

I was just praying for her to not leave.

"Here. For Danny because he is a good boy and doesn't pick things he should not"

I laughed when she laid the plate in front of me.

"Can I help?"

She looked at me and smiled softly.

"Fill the cups with coffee. Charlotte likes hers with not much milk. But I love it with..."

"Lots of milk." I didn't even knew the first time. It had just been a coincidence but she had loved it.

She nodded and smiled.

"Exactly. Two spoons of sugar for both of us. And just get for yourself what you like most"

I nodded.

"You are cute guys"

Abigail looked down and blushed. I just wanted to hug her and gave her a thousand kisses.

"Does you family live here?" Charlotte asked once we were having breakfast. The woman was sitting next to me and Abigail in front of me.

Somehow I felt this all was real. I felt as if we were a thing. As if this was something we did usually. I wanted all of this.

"No. They live in Perth. They are visiting soon"

"Oh! That's so nice" Charlotte exclaimed. "And you are a tattoo artist? I always wanted to get one"

Abigail gasped.

"Did you?"

"Yes"

"Abi knows where to find me so..."

"Oh fantastic!"

Abigail smiled.

They were awesome.

"When this one here showed me shw would get one I couldn't believe it at first. She has like a thousand earrings right?"

I nodded. Her ears were full of little silver rings and each time I had seen her she had worn some different on the lobe.

"She cried."

I gasped. Abigail was covering her face.

"She was sixteen when she got the first one. That one" She pointed her tragus piercing. "I went with her because I was the responsible adult. She cried, Daniel!"

"Well, she behaved so well when I tattooed her. It hurts right?"

Abigail nodded. She was blushing.

"So bad"

"She was brave"

She looked down her breakfast and drank from the mug.

Beautiful, beautiful girl.

"Not even a single tear?"

"Nope. All strong and brave. One of the strongest"

"Oh stop..."

"She is shy, Danny." Charlotte elbowed me.

"Charlotte..."

I reached my hand and pinched her warm cheek, making her blush even more.

"Are tattoos as addictive as they say?" Charlotte asked.

I pushed my chair back and showed then my thigh.

"I started only with the front one, and now look at this"

"Oh! What a beautiful thing!"

I looked at Abi. She was looking at my leg, biting her lip and with rossy cheeks.

That's good, right?

"I like the flower" She said.

The flower was almost on my knee.

"Yeah?"

She nodded with a tiny smile.

"Do you want more?" Charlotte said turning to Abi.

She looked at me as I sat.

"I don't know. I haven't thought much about it."

"You should get a flower too. You love flowers" Charlotte insisted.

Abi laughed and shook her head.

"Which flower"

I lift my eyebrows.

"Um... Almond."

Abi bit her lip.

"Why almonds?"

"You mum liked them a lot"

Abi's face changed for a second, then she tried to hide it.

I stayed still, not moving and waiting for an answer. Then she looked at me.

"Could you?"

I nodded.

The door bell interrupted us and Abi was fast to go and open. Charlotte looked at me again.

I was ready for another warning or deep advice about her niece.

"How do you find her?"

"Like... As a person?"

She nodded.

"Unique. I think. Different from others I met"

She smiled.

"That's how I raised her. She makes an impact, doesn't she?"

I nodded. The girl was stuck in my mind since moment one.

"What do you like about her?"

I swallowed. Difficult question.

"We could be done sooner if you asked what I don't like about her"

"Tell me then"

I felt my whole body go cold. Was there something?

"She sometimes seems to be scared of me."

"Oh honey, that's not her fault. Just show her she should not"

And whose fault is it? What the fuck did the others did to her?

"Where is my favorite aunt!?"

Molly appeared through the door, followed by Abigail, who was fast to get some pancakes for her friend too.

Molly kissed Charlotte's cheek and then looked at me.

"And how are you?"

"Good, I'm good."

Abigail turned to me and gave me a weird look.

Then Molly started asking questions to Charlotte and I got up.

"Hey..." I whispered.

"What did she said?"

"No-"

"I don't buy it"

"She warned me."

"Fuck..."

"Then she asked me what I like about you"

She looked up.

"Sorry, she is so intense. So is Molly. I don't know how I keep up with them"

I smiled.

"Maybe it was a training for when I met you" She whispered and then bit her lip. She closed her eyes and let her head fall. No filter Abi was back.

"Is it good?"

She nodded.

"It's good. I can manage intense people well. You have lots of energy, which I don't so... Yeah. I'm ready."

That's good, right? It means she is good with me.

"Just don't try to lower yourself because of me. My therapist says it is horrible to change yourself for someone else. I'm not doing it now. I'm showing the real Abi, so show the real Daniel because I don't want surprises later."

"Fine, yes. I will. I promise."

I looked at the two woman sitting on the table. They were looking, probably hearing. Abi was so comfortable around them that she had talked about something like this in front of them.

Molly winked at me and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"What has she done?"

"She notice everything Danny. She may be quiet, but she is like a little spy."

"A little forest elf"

"I hate you all and I won't pancakes for any of you ever again"

We all laughed.

I felt at home with them. They were a little family. They loved and appreciated each other. They breathe so much love and it made me happy.

But it left me with so much to think about. With so many memories and stuff going around my head. So many doubts.

I find this a kind of messy chapter. I just wanted to write something domestic and show more how Abigail is. I think I did it write.

Next part: The Ricciardos.

#daniel ricciardo #Dr #The handsome artist #Tattoo artist! Au #Fic #F1

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angelic-filth-art-blog · 7 years

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1- 2 -11 -13 - 17 -25-27- 32 -44 - 50 (sorry that's a lot answer what you want c: ~♡♡)

No worries! This was a doozy tho and I wasn’t able to answer all of them! Sorry about that :(

1. Your first OC ever?It was a Hoshi no Kaabi (Kirby Right Back At Ya) oc named Thanos back from 7th grade…. he was Edgy™ and was some sorta beanpole death god thing???? Idk but he eventually mutated to the chubby, pink, knife wielding Care Bear Fanboy Samuel Viviani. Wacky huh?

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?God, it changes very often…. but, I’d say that my current favorite is Apollyon.

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?The one who fits the bill best is either Grace Curettes or Periwinkle! Both are very happy-go-lucky, upbeat people that never seem to be let down by life but Gracey is a bit unsettling in her endeavors of never expressing “negativity” outwardly while Periwinkle is more human in his demeanor. Gracey seems to be a tad bit TOO happy…

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?Too many to count! Some that come to mind are Lucifer, Gregor, and Mortimer, the unholy trinity.

17. Any OC OTPs?Here’s a few notable ones!: Sammael and Lilith (married!), Lucifer and Mammon (engaged and married in story!), Leverrett and Dione (crush on each other but they eventually date), Saul and the Gelatitan/Anton (dating in TBoR), and Samuel and Jophiel (not technically canon but I feel like they’d grow to love each other if they ever met).

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)Appearance wise, I look like Lucifer/Morning Star the most… except I have a nose, got two eyes, and I’m a bit skinnier + lil shorter than him. But the skin tone, the dark eye color, the hair (morning star), the wild/deadpan expressions, the bad fashion, and the general size? Unintentionally similar.

Personality wise, I’m the most like Anton. Lonely sad gay, gets anxious and worked up too easily, a big fuckin weenie, doesn’t go out too much, has a hard time making new friends bc of fear, can’t hold onto rl friends bc I end up not talking to them for too long, feels like friends like others way more than you, has a religious background, the list goes on.

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?Literally King Saturnine is inspired by Jareth’s songs in the movie Labyrinth (not to mention it’s also Saturnine’s voice claim too).

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?Leverrett Chaplin, mostly because she goes through literal hell (she could probably take on anything at this point) and secondly, she’s very good at surviving and planning at little notice.

44. Something you like about your OCs in generalThey’re pretty weird with their weird backstories and all but I love them. They also are an outlet for me I guess.

#samuel viviani #apollyon #gracey curettes #periwinkle #lucifer #gregor skein #mortimer wurm #sammael #lilith #mammon #leverrett chaplin #dione myer #saul walker #the gelatitan #anton voland #angel jophiel #morning star #king saturnine #ask

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OK, that. – Kimberly Guilfoyle • Dried peas and beans, being rather on the dull side, much like dull people respond readily to the right contacts. – Irma S. Rombauer • For a hungry man, green peas are more shiny than gleaming pearls. – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Frozen peas can be shelled very fast with a wringer-type washer. Put a pan on one side of the wringer to catch the peas and the pods go on through. You will think peas will go through the wringer and be mashed the moment the pod hits the wringer, but they will pop out before they go through. A very fast job can be done this way. – Heloise • Hebrew was frozen, like frozen peas, fresh out of the Bible. – Etgar Keret • Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings. – John Keats • Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. “You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls,” he says earnestly to Finnick. “No, it doesn’t,” says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that’s how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain. – Suzanne Collins • How long have you been here? (Jericho) Don’t know. Again, tried to count once, got depressed so I stopped. I find it easier to just go with the flow. Ease with the peas. (Asmodeus) Ease with the peas? (Jericho) Yeah, that’s not a happy memory, either. Let’s forget I mentioned it. (Asmodeus) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • How lucious lies the pea within the pod. – Emily Dickinson • How much courage does it take to fire up your tractor and plow under a crop you spent six or seven years growing? How much courage to go on and do that after you’ve spent all that time finding out how to prepare the soil and when to plant and how much to water and when to reap? How much to just say, “I have to quit these peas. Peas are no good for me, I better try corn or beans. – Stephen King • Hugh Grant and I both laugh and cringe at the same things, worship the same books, eat the same food, hate central heating and sleep with the window open. I thought these things were vital, but being two peas in a pod ended up not being enough. – Elizabeth Hurley • I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes – and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue. – Lord Byron • I cannot wait to go get my fried butter on a stick, and fried cheesecake on a stick and…Twinkies, especially in honor of those who would rather just be forced to eat our peas. – Sarah Palin • I had pecs for about two days. Everyone would hate me. Just look at me walking around with my little peacoat on. My little customized pea coat. – Robert Pattinson • I have a few cavities. I don’t like to call them cavities, though – I like to call them ‘places to put stuff’. ‘Do you know where I can store a pea’ ‘Yes, I have some locations available.’ – Mitch Hedberg • I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow. – Thomas Bailey Aldrich • I liked playing Morph in Mash and Peas and doing Phil Daniels in the Blur Rock Profile was a giggle too. – Paul Putner • I listen to my iPod as I walk on. If I’m winning I’ll listen to the same song, that’s like a good luck thing – usually The Black Eyed Peas’ Let’s Get It Started. – Andy Murray • I love fresh vegetables and we always include them in our meals. I don’t force my kids to eat asparagus, but they do eat peas, broccoli, and carrots. – Alison Sweeney • I loved pop music as a little kid. Things like the Black Eyed Peas. If it had a catchy chorus, I was into it.- James Bay • I met Mel [Brooks] backstage in Anne’s [Bancroft] dressing room. He was wearing one of those pea coats, pea jackets that were made famous by the Merchant Marines, and I admired it and he said, “You know, they used to call this a urine jacket, but it didn’t sell.” – Gene Wilder • I must be like the princess who felt the pea through seven mattresses; each book is a pea. – C. S. Forester • I never dream in French, but certain French words seem better or more fun than English words – like ‘pois chiches’ for chick peas! – Lydia Davis • I think Black Eyed Peas are kind of unique in the ways they produce their songs. Their songs are very current. – Steve Pink • I think everything happens for a reason and all of my choices have led me up to my solo album and made me stronger, not only as an artist but as a person. I want to do more the Black Eyed Peas albums and more of my own albums. I’m in this for the long run. – Fergie • I thought that I had found something new. But then I convinced myself that the Abbot Gregor Mendel in Brünn, had, during the sixties, not only obtained the same result through extensive experiments with peas, which lasted for many years, as did de Vries and I, but had also given exactly the same explanation, as far as that was possible in 1866. – Carl Correns • I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green. – Nathaniel Hawthorne • I will be brave, thought Despereaux. I will try to be brave like a knight in shining armour. I will be brave for the Princess Pea. – Kate DiCamillo • I will say A Pea in the Pod saved my life – at the end of my pregnancy. I even wear their tanks now to work out in because they’re really long. – Kim Kardashian • I worry about people who get born nowadays, because they get born into such tiny families–sometimes into no family at all. When you’re the only pea in the pod, your parents are likely to get you confused with the Hope Diamond. And that encourages you to talk too much. – Russell Baker • If the Earth is the size of a pea in New York, then the Sun is a beachball 50m away, Pluto is 4km away, and the next nearest star is in Tokyo. Now shrink Pluto’s orbit into a coffee cup; then our Milky Way Galaxy fills North America. – Wayne Hays • If you don’t have at least a working knowledge of the Hawaiian language… you can’t chant well. You cannot… receive the images of poetry paints for you. It’s like having peas and no pod. – Keali’i Reichel • If you gave kids peas that didn’t look like peas and said they were a space shuttle, they’re much more apt to eat them because it’s now playtime. – Hod Lipson • If you want to grow up to be a big, strong pea, you have to eat your candy,” Papa Pea would say. – Amy Krouse Rosenthal • I’m a great believer in conversational rhythm. I think in terms of rhythmic dialogue. It’s so easy, you can talk naturally. It’s like peas rolling off a knife. Take the great screen actors and actresses, Bette Davis, Eddie Robinson, Jimmy Cagney, Spencer Tracy. They all talk in rhythm. And rhythm and movement are the life of the screen. – Lorenz Hart • I’m good in the kitchen. I can cook seafood, collard greens, black-eyed peas. – Monique Coleman • I’m obsessed with broccoli, carrots, celery, string beans, snap peas, black kale, brussels sprouts, cabbage – I could go on! They used to call me ‘rabbit’ when I was a kid. I hate mushrooms, though. I apologize to fungi lovers, but this way, there’s more for you! – Lisa Edelstein • In order to get big things done, sometimes, presidents have to be deft at moving the pea around under the shells. – Charlie Pierce • In school, they would tell you that life wouldn’t come to you; you had to go out and make it your own. But when it came to love, the message for girls seemed to be this: Don’t. Don’t go after what you want. Wait. Wait to be chosen, as if only in the eye of another could one truly find value. The message was confusing and infuriating. It was a shell game with no actual pea under the rapidly moving cups. – Libba Bray • In the early years of the Uprising, we survived on one meal a day of horse meat and soup, but by the end we ate only dried peas, dogs, cats and birds. – Diane Ackerman • In the game of life, less diversity means fewer options for change. Wild or domesticated, panda or pea, adaptation is the requirement for survival. – Cary Fowler • In the range of things toddlers have to learn and endlessly review–why you can’t put bottles with certain labels in your mouth, why you have to sit on the potty, why you can’t take whatever you want in the store, why you don’t hit your friends–by the time we got to why you can’t drop your peas, well, I was dropping a few myself. – Mary Blakely • Is that clear?” said Borcht “as clear as pea soup” I said – James Patterson • It is a great delusion to suppose that flesh-meat of any kind is essential to health. Considerably more than three parts of the work in the world is done by men who never taste anything but vegetable, farinaceous food, and that of the simplest kind. There are more strength-producing properties in wholemeal flour, peas, beans, lentils, oatmeal, roots, and other vegetables of the same class, than there are beef or mutton, poultry or fish, or animal food of any description whatever. – Catherine Booth • It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small. – Neil Armstrong • It was Lisa, aged five, whose mother asked her to thank my wife for the peas we had sent them from our garden. ‘I thought the peas were awful, I wish you and Mrs. Thurber were dead, and I hate trees,’ said Lisa. – James Thurber • It’s a trifle. It’s got all of these layers. First there’s a layer of ladyfingers, then a layer of jam, then custard, which I made from scratch, then raspberries, more ladyfingers, then beef sauteed with peas and onions, then a little more custard, and then bananas, and then I just put some whipped cream on top! – Rachel • Lack of world vision in any Christian produces a ‘pea-sized Christianity’. – David Bryant • Let us consider what we call vicious luxury. No gratification, however sensual, can of itself be esteemed vicious. A gratification is only vicious when it engrosses all a man’s expense, and leaves no ability for such acts of duty and generosity as are required by his situation and fortune. The same care and toil that raise a dish of peas at Christmas would give bread to a whole family during six months. – David Hume • Lives are snowflakes – unique in detail, forming patterns we have seen before, but as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There’s not a chance you’d mistake one for another, after a minute’s close inspection.) – Neil Gaiman • Love is ridiculous. But love is also wonderful. And powerful. And Despereaux’s love for the Princess Pea would prove, in time, to be all of these things: powerful, wonderful, and ridiculous. – Kate DiCamillo • Mainstream people dislike homosexuality because they can’t help concentrating on what homosexual men do to one another. And when you contemplate what people do, you think of yourself doing it. And they don’t like that. That’s the famous joke: I don’t like peas, and I’m glad I don’t like them, because if I liked them I would eat them and I hate them. – Quentin Crisp • Memory overshadows the present and dims the future “into something thicker than its usual pea soup.” – Vladimir Nabokov • Mostly, I spend my time being a mother to my two children, working in my organic garden, raising masses of sweet peas, being passionately involved in conservation, recycling and solar energy. – Blythe Danner • My boy, the ‘quenelles de sole’ were splendid, but the peas were poor. You should shake the pan gently, all the time, like this. – Marie-Antoine Careme • My cat is completely blind. I am watching her now, sweet-pea that is, circling the kitchen floor and bumping into the kitchen chairs. She is kind of like a furry ball in a pinball machine…she bumps into something and then just turns and moves on…it makes me smile – although i know it’s just not that funny. I think i laugh because what i really feel like doing, is crying – Jann Arden • My family lived off the land and summer evening meals featured baked stuffed tomatoes, potato salad, corn on the cob, fresh shelled peas and homemade ice cream with strawberries from our garden. With no air conditioning in those days, the cool porch was the center of our universe after the scorching days. – David Mixner • My favorite healthy foods are Jamaican chicken soup, Jamaican chicken stew peas, Jamaican brown stew chicken, plantains and banana chips. – Sanya Richards-Ross • My musical taste is like a 16-year-old girl’s when it comes to working out – Rihanna, Black Eyed Peas, Miley Cyrus. I love it all! – Jessica Capshaw • My solo album is different from the Black Eyed Peas albums because I’m a singer first and foremost. There are more ballads and more intimacy between me and the listener because sometimes when you’re in a group you don’t have space to air out your dirty laundry. – Fergie • My teacher said my brain was the size of a pea. He made my life miserable by singling me out in the classroom as a failure. – Willard Wigan • No member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who has canned peas, topped beets, hauled hay, shoveled coal, or helped in any way to serve others ever forgets or regrets the experience of helping provide for those in need. – Thomas S. Monson • Nobody wants somebody who wants them for what they have or the position their in- you want somebody who wants you for you. In case it all goes crazy and it all turns to dust. I want somebody who loves me in the welfare line, eating gumbo, eating fish,black eyed peas and rice. I want somebody that loves me. God wants you to love him, not his cars, not his house, not his blessing- love him. – T. D. Jakes • Nothing rekindles my spirits, gives comfort to my heart and mind, more than a visit to Mississippi… and to be regaled as I often have been, with a platter of fried chicken, field peas, collard greens, fresh corn on the cob, sliced tomatoes with French dressing… and to top it all off with a wedge of freshly baked pecan pie. – Craig Claiborne • Now hoppin’-john was F. Jasmine’s very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before her nose when she was in her coffin, to make certain there was no mistake; for if a breath of life was left in her, she would sit up and eat, but if she smelled the hopping-john, and did not stir, then they could just nail down the coffin and be certain she was truly dead. – Carson McCullers • October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace! – Rainbow Rowell • One recent menu for suspected terrorists at Guantanamo consisted of orange glazed chicken, fresh fruit crepe, steamed peas and mushrooms, and rice pilaf. Sounds like the sort of thing you’d get at Windows on the World – if it still existed. – Ann Coulter • Our full humanity is contingent on our hospitality; we can be complete only when we are giving something away; when we sit at the table and pass the peas to the person next to us we see that person in a whole new way. – Alice Waters • Pea was aware suddenly of how fragile her heart was, how much darkness was inside it, fighting, always, with the light. She did not like the rat. She would neverlike the rat, but she knew what she must do to save her own heart. – Kate DiCamillo • Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good raw, and then put them in tins, and make them revolting. – Neil Gaiman • Peas went with carrots as infallibly as ham went with eggs. For years I thought carrots and peas grew on the same vine. – Peg Bracken • People ate bread made of the shells of peas because there was no flour. – Bel Kaufman • Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades. – Boris Pasternak • Reader, you may ask this queston. In fact, you must ask this question. Is it ridiculous for a very small, sickly, big-eared mouse to fall in love with a beautiful princess named Pea? The answer is… Yes. Of course it’s ridiculous. Love is ridiculous. But love is also wonderful. And powerful. – Kate DiCamillo • Rice and peas fit into that category of dishes where two ordinary foods, combined together, ignite a pleasure far beyond the capacity of either of its parts alone. Like rhubarb and strawberries, apple pie and cheese, roast pork and sage, the two tastes and textures meld together into the sort of subtle transcendental oneness that we once fantasized would be our experience when we finally found the ideal mate. – John Thorne • Runny’s Nicpic One day Runny Babbit Met little Franny Fog. He said, “Let’s have a nicpic Down by the lollow hog.” He brought some cutter bookies, Some teanuts and some pea. And what did Franny Fog bring? Her whole fog framily. – Shel Silverstein • She could not explain or quite understand that it wasn’t altogether jealousy she felt, it was rage. And not because she couldn’t shop like that or dress like that. It was because that was what girls were supposed to be like. That was what men – people, everybody – thought they should be like. Beautiful, treasured, spoiled, selfish, pea-brained. That was what a girl should be, to be fallen in love with. Then she would become a mother and she’d be all mushily devoted to her babies. Not selfish anymore, but just as pea-brained. Forever. – Alice Munro • Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea; And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me,

Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,

The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs. – Robert Frost • Some are trapped in boxes of pea-sized Christianity, full of myths about missions that rob them of incentive to care about the unreached – David Bryant • Some days confidence shrinks to the size of a pea, and the backbone feels like a feather. We want to be somewhere else, and don’t know where – want to be someone else and don’t know who. – Jean Hersey • Someone is dead. Even the trees know it, those poor old dancers who come on lewdly, all pea-green scarfs and spine pole. – Anne Sexton • Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can’t help it you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain feels like a squashed pea. – Sharon Creech • STAY HOME FROM SCHOOL FAUX VOMIT: 1 cup of cooked oatmeal 1.2 cup of sour cream (or buttermilk ranch dressing or anything that smells like rancid, sour milk) 2 chopped cheese sticks (for chunkiness) 1 uncooked egg (for authentic slimy texture) 1 can of split pea soup (for putrid green color) 1/4 cup of raisins (to increase gross-osity) Mix ingredients and simmer over low heat for 2 minutes Let mixture cool to warm vomit temperature Use liberally as needed Makes 4 to 5 cups – Rachel Renée Russell • Straight up from this road Away from the fitted particles of frost Coating the hull of each chick pea, And the stiff archer bug making its way In the morning dark, toe hair by toe hair, Up the stem of the trillim, Straight up through the sky above this road right now, The galaxies of the Cygnus A cluster Are colliding with each other in a massive swarm Of interpenetrating and exploding catastrophes. I try to remember that. – Pattiann Rogers • Sweet pea?'” Alec said. “I was just trying it out.” Alec shook his head. “No.” Magnus shrugged. “I’ll keep at it. – Cassandra Clare • Tess and I are a good match. She understands intimately where I came from. She can cheer me up on my darkest days. It’s as if she came perfectly happy home instead of what Kaede just told me. I feel a relaxing warmth at the thought, realizing suddenly how much I’m anticipating meeting up with Tess again. Where she goes, I go, and vice versa. Peas in a pod. Then there’s June. Even the thought of her name makes it hard for me to breathe. I’m almost embarrassed by my reaction. Are June and I a good match? No. It’s the first word to pop into my mind. And yet, still. – Marie Lu • That admiration of the ‘neat but not gaudy,’ which is commonly reported to have influenced the devil when he painted his tail pea green. – John Ruskin • The best minds come from the most unexpected faces and places. There is no image for intelligence or genius. Genius is something that cannot be seen. It cannot be produced or manufactured. It is something that even the true genius thinks is unattainable. The genius recognizes he’s just a small pea in a sea of infinite atoms. Knowledge is as infinite as the universe. The man who claims to know all, only reveals to all that he really knows nothing. – Suzy Kassem • The Black Eyed Peas sell thousands of seats in every country on the planet. You can’t get nervous. We’re all succeeding in all different parts of our careers. Just because I produce Nas and John Legend and Justin Timberlake doesn’t mean it will change the dynamic of the Peas. – will.i.am • The Colonel led all the cheers. Cornbread!” he screamed. CHICKEN!” the crowd responded. Rice!” PEAS!” And then, all together: “WE GOT HIGHER SATs.” Hip Hip Hip Hooray!” the Colonel cried. YOU’LL BE WORKIN’ FOR US SOMEDAY! – John Green • The meal was pretentious – a kind of beetroot soup with greasy croutons; pork underdone with loud vulgar cabbage, potato croquettes, tinned peas in tiny jam-tart cases, watery gooseberry sauce; trifle made with a resinous wine, so jammy that all my teeth lit up at once. – Anthony Burgess • The only really interesting thing about someone that makes you want to explore them further is their heart, and Miss Honeycut has a teeny tiny pea-sized one and it takes you nowhere you want to go. – Polly Horvath • The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. . . They dined on mince and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. – Edward Lear • The owl and the pussycat went to sea, / In a beautiful pea green boat. / They took some honey, and plenty of money, / Wrapped up in a five pound note. – Edward Lear • The peanut is neither a pea nor a nut. Discuss. – Mike Myers • The Princess and the Pea?” Gabrielle suggested. “Not enough time,” Kat said “Where’s Waldo?” Gabrielle went on. “No.” Hamish recoiled. “I am still not allowed back in Morocco. – Ally Carter • The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • There are few pleasures like really burrowing one’s nose into sweet peas. – Angela Thirkell • There are m]oral precepts that we consider really important, such as ‘don’t pick your nose’ or ‘don’t eat peas with a knife’. There may, for ought I know, be admirable reasons for eating peas with a knife, but . . . early persuasion has made me completely incapable of appreciating them.- Bertrand Russell • There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don’t let the man who doesn’t love you be one of them. – Cheryl Strayed • There has long been a bemoaning of the lack of opportunity to make films that are anything but explosions or the ladling on the pea soup or whatever you want to call it. You can hardly make a movie today where somebody isn’t a murderer or a rapist or, if it’s a “Fried Green Tomatoes” that isn’t some wistful thing on this, that or the other thing. – Jack Nicholson • There must be a way to get more of these in me faster, thought the inventor of pea soup as he sat eating peas. – Dana Gould • This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit’s pedler; and retails his wares. – William Shakespeare • Though loyal and able and brave, Pea had never displayed the slightest ability to learn from his experience, though his experience was considerable. Time and again he would walk up on the wrong side of a horse that was known to kick, and then look surprised when he got kicked. – Larry McMurtry • Thoughts come maimed and plucked of plumage from the lips, which, from the pea, in the silence of your own leisure and study, would be born with far more beauty. – Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington • Throw high risers at the chin; throw peas at the knees; throw it here when they’re lookin’ there; throw it there when they’re lookin’ here. – Satchel Paige • Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. “I’m scared… ,” she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply, but she felt better for having told them. – Ann Brashares • Today, most women are surrounded by ingenious gadgets. They don’t grow the peas or raise the chicken that they serve for dinner; instead they hunt and gather in the grocery store. They go through catalogs or department stores to buy clothes instead of shearing sheep, carding wool, and weaving cloth for skirts and coats and blankets. – Helen Fisher • We all know what feminists are. They are shrill, overly aggressive, man-hating, ball-busting, selfish, hairy, extremist, deliberately unattractive women with absolutely no sense of humor who see sexism at every turn. They make men’s testicles shrivel up to the size of peas, they detest the family and think all children should be deported or drowned. – Susan J. Douglas • We have fried catfish, country fried steak and cinnamon-roasted pork. We have collard greens, black-eyed peas, hush puppies, biscuits, sweet potato pie and lots of gravy. Most players love it, but we also have a baked catfish for players who are still looking to stay on the approved diet. – Mark Farner • What you discover about life’s shell game is that it’s hardest to follow the pea when you’re the pea. – Robert Breault • Whatever cleaning goes on on the planet, women do 99% of it. But see, women are not as proud of their 99% as men are of our one! We clean something up, we’re gonna talk about it all year long. It might be on the news, you don’t know. A woman could be out re-paving the driveway. Men actually have enough gall to run out on the porch and go “Hey baby? Man, it’s hot as hell out here, ain’t it! Look, don’t worry about emptyin’ that ashtray in the den, I done got it, all right? Did it for you, sweet pea. I’m gonna go take a nap now, all right?” – Jeff Foxworthy • When Pococke inquired of Grotius, where the proof was of that story of the pigeon, trained to pick peas from Mahomet’s (Muhammad’s) ear, and pass for an angel dictating to him? Grotius answered that there was no proof! – Thomas Carlyle • When you look at the Lady Gagas of the world, or the Jay-Zs, or the Black Eyed Peas, these are people who have one album release and it’s a worldwide one. – Tinie Tempah • When you think of the “Exorcist” (1973) you think of Linda Blair and pea soup and all this madness, but really if you look at the first half of that film, the stuff between her and Ellen Burstyn is so naturalistic and so real. – Matt Reeves • When you’re the only pea in the pod, your parents are likely to get you confused with the Hope diamond. – Russell Baker • Who watches golf on TV? Who calls eight friends over and gets a keg of beer? Landscapers, I guess. They sit around the TV, yelling, “Will you look at that golf path?Pure pea gravel.” – Jeff Cesario • William Tell could take an apple off your head, [Phil] Taylor could take out a processed pea. – Sid Waddell • You know, when I eat three peas, I’m pregnant. When I visit a city, I’m buying a house. – Vanessa Paradis • Young people want to look like peas in a pod, and there is no use trying to make them different. – Ilka Chase

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Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,

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