fresh picked strawberries

sunburntkeith  asked:

Strawberry, sheith..????:DDDD omg

(i’ll be honest i kinda got a litte inspo from your username too) 

Strawberry

There are some things that you never think you might miss until the minute you miss them. Spending most of your time in the void of space has a tendency to make you hone in on all those things you’d never really noticed before. It’s little things, mostly. Like the way the sunlight used to wriggle into the house through window panes or the warmth of the desert’s fever. 

Shiro misses the touch of it on their skin.  

Keith’s complexion is paler now than it used to be - as is his own. They never spend long enough on any planet to truly experience the elements. Never long enough to feel the gentle tendrils of sun-bright heat across their bodies. And well, Shiro misses it.

He misses that flush of pink that always used to grace Keith’s cheeks whenever he’d sit out in the sun too long. Kissed-red skin like fresh-picked strawberries basking in the light, he aches for the heat of it against his lips.

He can’t make Keith’s skin tan again, he can’t bring out the little freckles like seedlings across his cheeks like the sun can. But in the quiet of his chambers, he can make Keith’s skin warm again with his own. Shiro kisses that strawberry-red flush back into Keith’s body until he forgets they ever missed the sun.  

send me one word and a ship, and i’ll write a ficlet

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🍓Pick Strawberries Day🍓

Date When Celebrated: Always on May 20
Pick Strawberries Day 🍓is a sweet, tasty way to enjoy a late spring day. If your mom or dad ever took you picking fresh strawberries🍓, you have a wonderful childhood memory. That memory is what will draw you to enjoy today with your own kids or grandkids! If you’ve never picked fresh strawberries🍓, you’ve missed out on the fun. Many of those tasty berries never make it out of the field…… they go straight to your mouth.🍓🍓😄

Not Your Highness (5/5)

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Summary: Mark is a prince, and Y/N is his new princess-in-law’s maid. He’s cute and she’s clumsy.

Genre: Fluff

Length: 942

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Fuck you

you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair
and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met
and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you
and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky
and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all you remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon -unknown

Lost

He comes home from the supermarket where he was last with your child, picking out fresh strawberries for Grandma’s birthday. He had been there for 4 hours, the first being with your beautiful boy, who hadn’t even turned 2 yet. They weren’t even meant to be gone for long - a shopping basket had sufficed for the trip as opposed to a shopping trolley where Noah could sit and babble away to his daddy without fear of running off. The final three hours were spent looking for him, calling security, and then calling you to tell you that he can’t find your son. 

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”you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair

and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met

and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you

and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky

and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon”

The signs and their fairy tale feasts
  • Aries: spicy curry, a side of virgin's blood, sprinkled with dragon scale shavings
  • Taurus: tree bark and rose petals, washed down with water from a fresh spring
  • Gemini: butterfly's wings, and bottled boy tears served with a fresh warm bowl of ass
  • Leo: a lion's heart on a bed of candied tigerlily, washed down with buttermilk blessed by a priestess
  • Cancer: the mouth of a lover, stained and dripping with the juice of fresh strawberries they picked just for you
  • Libra: a pile of shit and leaves
  • Scorpio: candied insects, snake venom drizzled on ripe fruit, washed down with the blood of your enemies
  • Sagittarius: lemongrass and white wine, followed with fresh meat from the hunt, with sweet pomegranates for dessert
  • Virgo: a savory stew, washed down with blessed rain water and loving kisses
  • Aquarius: seaweed and fresh fish, seasoned with gold shavings and bottled essence of the sea
  • Capricorn: the head of a ram and buttered bread served with the tears and blood of lovers you left who died of sorrow
  • Pisces: snails served with human eyeballs brimming with disappointment, washed down with your failures

you’re probably going to meet another girl who tastes like fresh picked strawberries and smells like flowers blossomed in her hair. you’re probably going to down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head even though it’s probably not even there anymore and focus on the girl that you met which would be considered “the girl of your dreams” just like I use to think I was that to you. it’ll be her, all about her. you’re starring at her but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re looking at the ones hanging around her neck. you can’t feel her pulling you in because she has her hands around your head of dark hair missing your perfect brown eyes by tapping shoulders of random girls that she’s never even met. and when this happens, I hope you run somewhere and splash water on your face and vomit up the words you’ve never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about. I’m sitting here looking at the stars in the sky thinking about how much I fucking love you, while you’re out meeting someone else who means more to you than I ever did. and if you end up taking her home and letting her sleep in the same spot as I did, I swear to god the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is, and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor and instead of focusing on her, you’ll be thinking about me.