chocolate freeze

Pink Hot Chocolate Milk - A Self-Love Potion

A potion for self love. Take as a ‘self love pick-me-up.

Ingredients: 

  • ½ c. Strawberry Nesquick or other strawberry milk flavour (add more to taste if desired.
    Strawberry represents love, sweetness, passion, softness, and warmth.
  • 1 c. white chocolate chips
    Chocolate represents sexual and non-sexual euphoria, communication, love, desire, and acceptance. White chocolate is a ‘whiter’ version of this.
  • ¾ c. instant dry milk
    Milk represents, peace, fertility, a healthy body, and having plenty.
  • ½ pkg instant white chocolate pudding (3.3 oz)

Instructions:

Grind up white chocolate chips. Freezing them first helps. Mix all ingredients together, using about three teaspoons per cup or water, milk, or coconut milk.

sometimes i wish i could stop feeling lonely. especially on bright summer days with clear blue skies and birds chirping outside my window. sometimes i wish i could call you up and tell you how much i miss you especially when the monsoons arrive, the thunder is louder outside and the skies are darker than usual. sometimes i wish i could kiss you and tell you you’re better than my glass of hot chocolate especially on the freezing cold winter day with bitter winds and dull skies. sometimes i wish i could tell you i love you especially on days when the beautiful butter flies circle around the pink flowers that just bloomed and the skies are some unusual shade of ombre.
—  s o m e t i m e s//nikitagupta
instagram

This nutella ice cream cake is really a dream! 🤤 ❤️ Double-click the video to enjoy 👌😍🎂🍫
كعكة آيس كريم النوتيلا مع الفريروروشيه الشهية🍰💖

🍵Keep-Me-Warm Hot Chocolate🍵

Originally posted by reasonsfortheseason

My room is FREEZING 24/7, and now that its winter its even colder, so I made this seasonal spell to share with you guys! :^)

Ingredients:
● Nutella(if you like it really chocolatey you can add cocoa powder too)
● Milk(or a milk substitute)
● A microwave safe mug
● Cinnamon(sugar or powder works fine)
● Vanilla extract

Recipe:
First, take your microwave safe mug and add a spoonful of nutella. Next fill your glass with milk and sprinkle cinnamon(cinnamon is associated with the element fire and brings happiness) on top. Now add a dash of vanilla extract(vanilla represents changes, so in this case it would represent a change from cold af to comfortably warm). Stir it up, then put it in the microwave for 1 minute. Take it out, stir, and repeat until your hot chocolate is hot and thoroughly mixed. Once youre done, put your hands around the mug(dont burn yourself!) and imagine the warmth surrounding you, like a blanket. Now you can drink it!

- Mod Faye

instagram

#icecream #frozen #chocolate 🍫

Enneagram Types As

What I Think Of When I Hear Each Enneagram Type 

What I think of when I hear 1: 

The brave white knight, valiantly pursuing his cause, the smell of a freshly sharpened pencil, pointy graphite tip just waiting to eagerly touch paper, a freshly washed shirt with the wrinkles being slowly ironed out until it’s smooth, perfectly cooked, crisp bacon with the edges curling up slightly, the frustration an artist feels when they’re just on the edge of the piece being the best it can be but it’s not quite there, the moment before they can declare it a masterpiece, a 5 year old child trying to get the angle on his drawing right and he keeps erasing until the paper is almost ripped, and smudges are everywhere until he tosses it aside and gets a new paper, starting over, a neatly written list with a slender check mark besides each completed duty, the scent of mint gum, a paper airplane soaring above someone’s head and landing on its intended target

What I think of when I hear 2:

A slender girl, helping an elderly woman sit down, the scent of freshly baked cookies, a family event, where it’s loud and raucous and everyone is arguing but there’s so much love that you do it again every year, two children whispering to each other and pinky promising that they’ll always be best friends and wearing matching charm necklaces, years later, still friends, one comforting the other as she cries over a break up, rubbing her back and stroking her hair, laughing so hard with your loved ones that your stomach begins to hurt, a pretend annoyed smile filled with affection as you watch your significant other do something silly, a mother beaming as she holds her newborn child, finally, love overflowing as she stares in awe at its tiny face and flailing fists, desperately holding onto a loved one’s hand and worrying frantically as they’re on their death bed, the bond of siblings who shout and argue all the time but in the end curl up beside each other and fall asleep when the love wins out

What I think of when I hear 3: 

Shiny trophies, the reflection of gelled back hair and a winning smile glinting back at you from the shelf on which they’re presented, a man standing in a mirror, fixing his tie just right and adjusting the sleeves of his suit, overflowing confidence, sipping expensive wine, a woman in a bold, red dress whose heels click on the floor with every step, an athlete who won the race by just a few seconds, bent over panting, hands on his knees, the most popular girl in elementary school affixing a bow to her blonde hair before she strides out the door, a couple at a carnival, a guy just won his girlfriend a stuffed animal and she’s hugging it to her chest, it took him three tries but he finally got it, a burning face when you stumble on stage, a perfectly exacted ballet performance, everyone bows at the end before the curtains slide closed, and then they all sag, exhausted and panting, but so, so proud. 

What I think of when I hear 4: 

The quirky eccentricity of an oddball. The mad musician, playing furiously, pounding their heart out upon those violin strings, sawing away viciously, the dreamer who lies in the grass and stares at the stars, streaks of unusually colored hair, polka dots and stripes combined together boldly, splashes of paint upon an unsuspecting canvas, a quirky, offhanded comment delivered that makes everyone giggle at the oddness of it, earnest expression, a girl sitting on a boulder by a rushing river, dipping her feet in, as she doodles idly in her notebook, multicolored lipstick, focused eyes speaking with depth, staring at a rainbow and believing there really is a pot of gold with a leprechaun at the end, and believing aliens could abduct you at any moment, and not caring, the old man who wears his tin hat proudly, not caring that others believe he is crazy, mismatched knee high socks combined with flip flops, lemonade on a hot summer day through a bendy straw, and walking on the moon, and walking on the ceiling, and the fizz of soda right after you take a sip

What I think of when I hear 5: 

A person fiddling at a Rubik’s Cube and right when they figure it out, twist it all out of place again, causing others to gasp, as they try all over again, a notebook filled with messy scrawl and notes, tossed carelessly onto a desk, pen flung alongside it, a dark cabin, a serious tone, curtains drawn shut as an eye peeks out from the crack between them, curiosity winning out, the nerd in the corner of class who stares out into space, stacks and stacks of thick books with cramped notes in the margins, sweats and hoodies with glasses that are askew, lying awake at night trying to solve a problem one of your friends is having as if it were a mathematical equation, matte everything, sitting in a coffee shop alone with your laptop, sitting alone in a quiet forest, sitting still enough that wild animals come close enough to sniff you, still pond water only ripples ever so slightly, a professor in his element as he begins to lecture the class, slowly gaining confidence and speeding up, the furrow of your brow when you’re trying to remember something and finally do, a black cat sitting on a fence quietly observing

What I think of when I hear 6:

The gaze of a frightened rabbit, not sure if it’s a fox or something completely harmless, a shout as you slip on something you didn’t notice before, the relief you feel when a storm passes, the rumble of thunder in the sky, but it doesn’t rain and you let out a relaxed sigh, taking steps gingerly, staring out at the vast, blue ocean, the strengthened kick of something struggling to live as its fight or flight response kicks in, visiting an old friend years later, the content you feel when your pet lies in your lap as you sit on the couch, flipping through the channels on tv, old, familiar pajamas you slip into on a Saturday, sips of hot chocolate grasped between freezing fingertips, fuzzy, pink bunny slippers, giving your significant other a kiss on the cheek and just reveling in your relationship, the justified anger you feel when one of your friends is being targeted, when you stick beside them no matter what, getting a reassuring hug from someone you trust, an old tattered stuffed animal you’ve had forever, hugging it as you fall asleep

What I think of when I hear 7: 

The loud “WHOOP,” you shout as you go skydiving or a rollercoaster starts, dancing wildly and laughing hard as you hold your hands on your stomach, the curiosity of a child who asks, “Why?” to everything until it just ends up in the answer, “Because.” Rolling down a hill at full speed, tumbling down and getting all messy and having grass stains all over you, the excited bark of a pet dog as its tail wags, ready to play, the guilty faces of children who just colored on the wall because they didn’t like how blank and boring it seemed but they’re now realizing that they’ll also be in trouble, the big, bright yellow sun every child seems to universally draw in the corner of every drawing, neon colored clothing, making best friends with a stranger in a day, and getting lost and then ending up in an even better situation, the sly gaze of people who have known each other forever and are mischievously planning something when they both make eye contact, and it’s as if an invisible light bulb has popped up above each of their heads

What I think of when I hear 8: 

The sharp bark of a medic who knows what they’re doing when they see someone injured, the heavy sigh of someone who knows the difference between what they want to do and what they have to do and does what they have to, the clang of armor and swords clashing together, the confident stride of someone who can get what they want, and if they don’t, they’ll just take it instead, the clenched fists of someone who’s just seen one of their loved ones be hurt and is taking names, the determined gaze of someone who’s dying when they make their death wish, feeble and wheezing but still manages to grasp their loved one’s hand firmly, the scent of a letter written in pure black ink when it’s still wet and barely drying, applying red lipstick with a wicked grin, the flick of your wrist when you’re drawing on your eyeliner wing, slamming your fist down on a table and demanding justice as you stand, a towering building, still majestic, even in its old age as it begins to crumble, the reverberating echo of a clock after it strikes the hour

What I think of when I hear 9: 

A tinkling laugh, a flowing, white dress, twirling in a circle and flopping down, a shy smile, the scent of your favorite candle, flickering, rain that’s not heavy, but just barely sprinkling and bringing your face up to the sky and closing your eyes, the twinkling of the stars in the night sky, lacing your fingers through someone else’s and feeling their fingertips link through yours, sipping tea on your porch in a sweater, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, going to an aquarium and watching the fish swim by majestically in awe, with your face up close to the glass and hands pressed to it. A romantic loveletter, a quiet, muffled giggle, talking on the phone for hours, and hanging upside down with your feet on the wall while you do so, drifting off into a daydream, closing a good book with a contented sigh, a concerned, shifting gaze between two friends who have begun to argue, falling asleep and not quite realizing you have yet as you bury your face into your pillow and pull your blanket tighter

As part of his condition, Mr. Freeze can’t taste anything hotter than -50 degrees without burning his mouth. This means he can’t really eat most foods, as they would either be too hot, or too frozen solid. The only stuff he can eat is freeze-dried food, and despite constantly complaining about that, he does have a soft spot for the freeze-dried chocolate chip ice cream bars. Eating one is one of the few things that can still make him smile a little.

instagram

Crispy Chocolate Bark! 🍫
Mix together crispy rice cereal and melted dark chocolate, freeze until it hardens, then drizzle with melted white chocolate and freeze again. Break into chunks and enjoy

Copycat “Snickers” (raw, paleo, vegan, gluten free)

• 4 dates
• 1 + 2 tsp of honey/syrup
• 1 tbsp of almond milk
• 10 peanuts
• 20 raw cashews OR 1 tbsp of almond meal + 1 tsp of coconut oil
• chocolate coating of choice

Soak the dates and cashews (if you’re using them) for at least 1-2 hours. For the caramel layer, peel the dates and process them with almond milk and 1 tsp of honey. Chop the peanuts and mix with your “caramel” mass, leave it in the fridge. Meanwhile, process 2 tsp of honey with cashews or a combination of almond meal and coconut oil (you don’t need a blender for this version). Shape a layered bar and leave it in the freezer while making the coating. Cover with chocolate and freeze again. Keep it in the fridge for about 30 minutes before eating ☺️

ff-sunset-oasis  asked:

hiiii Zelle can I ask for Anthony Goldstein /Hermione Granger or Justin Finch-Fletchley/Pansy Parkinson headcanon please? Thank you!! <3

  • pansy’s mother told her for years that hufflepuffs weren’t worth her time.
  • she told her that loyalty to all people meant nothing, and that you should only care for yourself.
  • and for a long time, pansy believed her.
  • but pansy believed a lot of things when she was young and trying to survive.
  • or she just convinced herself she did.
  • now it was five years after the war, and pansy was alone.
  • her friends had disappeared, and well, she wanted to disappear, too.
  • she decided to take a late-night walk.
  • she shivered as the cold breeze hit her skin, and she pulled her black pea coat closer to her chest.
  • she took a deep breath and watched how she fogged up the air as she exhaled.
  • this was what it was like to live.
  • she was distracted by her own thoughts, which allowed her to run into a tall body in front of her.
  • startled, pansy stepped backward.
  • “i’m sorry,” she told the stranger, “i wasn’t paying attention.”
  • the body turned around and looked down at her.
  • his black hair shined against the moonlight, and his kind smile brought pansy a warmth she wasn’t familiar with.
  • especially during a night like this.
  • “it’s alright,” he replied genuinely, “but don’t i know you?”
  • perplexed, she lifted her brow and examined his face.
  • he looked familiar, but she could not think of his name or how she knew him. she assumed he was from hogwarts.
  • “i’m sorry,” she said again, “i’m not sure we have actually met.”
  • he held out his hand for her to shake, and she took it hesitantly.
  • his hand was abnormally warm for this weather, and she knew her hands felt like ice.
  • what a contrast; it seemed to fit their personalities, too.
  • “i’m justin finch-fletchley. i think i know who you are now. pansy parkinson, right?”
  • her breath hitched.
  • she had heard about him; he was a muggle-born and a hufflepuff.
  • but then she remembered that didn’t matter anymore.
  • her mother’s influence was no longer there.
  • so she smiled in response to his recognition.
  • “yes,” she answered quietly, “and i know who you are now.”
  • “it’s nice to officially meet you,” he told her, “would you like to go get a hot chocolate? it’s freezing out here.”
  • in the past, she would have laughed that a guy offered to buy her a hot chocolate instead of a firewhiskey.
  • or that he didn’t just ask her to go to his place for a casual fuck. 
  • and she certainly wouldn’t have said yes to a hufflepuff, let alone a muggle-born.
  • but times were different now.
  • pansy was different.
  • “that would be great,” she told him.
  • and she meant it.
  • maybe hufflepuffs were worth her time after all.
  • especially if they were as kind as justin finch-fletchley.