i had the strawberry

anonymous asked:

u really opened up the floodgates with that ace post lmao

This is a world of dreams and reverie Where I felt the stars explode around me A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam And I stared back breathlessly As mountains of fruit tumbled out I barely had the chance to shout Oh strawberry avalanche, crash over me Staying awake that night was rather hard Deep in a sleeping bag in your back yard When we woke up buried alive Beneath the fruity landslide We both laughed hysterically It could’ve been just another dream But, I swear I heard you scream Oh strawberry avalanche, crash over me Oh, there’s a citrus constellation in the galaxy Scratched on the back of both my eyelids That I’ve been dying to see If you were a beautiful sound in the echoes all around Then I’d be your harmony And we’d sing along with the crowds Beneath the candy coated clouds Oh strawberry avalanche please crash over me This is a world of dreams and reverie Where I felt the stars explode around me

Smol One’s birthday party is tomorrow, which means I’ll be spending a large portion of today baking treats for the party.  I’ve had a request for chocolate strawberry scones, cookies, and instead of a cake we’re doing a “decorate your own cupcake” bar.  Nothing worth taking pictures of, so I’ll just leave this here instead.

(thanks again, @elizabethrobertajones)

anonymous asked:

Happy bday I hope you eat lots of yummy cake and are sorounded by love!😄🍰🎂

Thank you!!! I ate too much dinner last night and had no room for cake but I am currently eating strawberry cake RIGHT NOW!!! :D Thank you very much <333

I AM and I hope you and everyone else is as well~

Day 5 (Yooran Week)

Heya guys- do you like strawberries? They’re actually one of my favorite fruits! So the prompt for today is Strawberry Festival!

Also, later on, I will end up posting those doodles for Day 4, since people seemed interested ;;_;;

Pie or Nah?

“I take it that you really like strawberries.” Saeran had noticed that, around this time of the year, Yoosung always got happier. At first, he thought it was just because of the nice weather- but now seeing him in a special outfit just for trudging the fields to pick strawberries had him thinking differently.

And Yoosung had good reasoning to like strawberries. They were delicious, firstly, especially when they were perfectly ripe. But his fondest memories were of visiting his grandparent’s place where they had a little strawberry patch, and going out in the midst of spring to pick ripe berries with his little sister. They’d snack on them through the spring, even make a pie together with the family.

There wasn’t much to worry about back then.

Nowadays, he hasn’t much time to visit his family, and thus, not as much time to pick strawberries for good times sake.

“Yeah- I really like strawberries. I think you will too! Once we pick them and make something… like pie together. Do you think you’d like strawberry pie?” Yoosung explores curiously, meanwhile grabbing some bug spray for his calves.

Saeran shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I’ve had strawberries in general…” He didn’t have the heart to tell Yoosung that he hadn’t had strawberries ever. Like, really, how can a grown man not have had a damn strawberry at least once- even if to just try it?

Yoosung laughs a little, nudging Saeran playfully. “Well- we’ll make a pie and if you don’t like it… I’ll eat it!”

“Alright- it’s a deal.” Saeran wasn’t sure if he would like strawberries anyway, but he’d try it for Yoosung.

-

Saeran discovered rather quickly that sun screen was a must when being outside for so long- especially considering that he had fair skin. He squeaked softly as Yoosung just about slapped him across the face, trying to spread the cream on his face. “I can’t believe we’ve only been out here for like- fifteen minutes, and you’re already getting pink!”

Saeran puffed out his cheeks in dismay, trying to turn away from the cold sun screen Yoosung was spreading on his face. “I’m not that pink- and I don’t burn, I don’t need sunscreen!” He tried to negate, turning his face away every time Yoosung swooped in.

“Yes you do! You’ll get burned real bad and you’ll regret it!” Yoosung scolded, finally capping up the sunscreen and stuffing it into his pants pocket. “C’mon, I’ll grab us a basket!”

Saeran was surprised at the amount of people that had showed up for a festival centered around a fruit (then again, people gather round for festivals for many other interesting things besides strawberries). That must mean there was something good about strawberries, right?

He followed Yoosung loosely through the fields, a little unnerved by the way the plants tickled his ankles. It was a bright day out, breezy to the point of blowing his hair in different directions. Something about this weather was making his mind relax, and he felt okay being surrounded by other festival goers. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still grasping onto Yoosung to make sure he didn’t lose him.

Their bounty was plentiful, heaping a couple handfuls higher than the basket could hold of plump red fruits. Saeran had been amazed at the sight of how many berries there could be. Despite the insistence of Yoosung, he refrained from eating any until they actually got home.

Saeran groaned with exhaustion as they finally shut the door to Yoosung’s apartment, the activity of the day finally catching up with him. Yoosung went about putting away groceries that he had picked up on their way, leaving the strawberries out on the counter. He had told Saeran to feel free to eat some- but he didn’t touch them yet.

He was too concerned with looking at his reddened face in the bathroom mirror, gawking at how pink he had become. He should’ve had Yoosung get his shoulders… they were bright and burning.

“There should be some aloe in the medicine cabinet!” Yoosung called out to him, guessing correctly as to his bathroom debacle.

By the time Saeran was finished with rubbing the gelatinous crap along his shoulders, Yoosung was already snacking on the strawberries, swinging in his place with unrestrained joy. At the sight of Saeran, he gagged a little and produced a few laughs.

Saeran grimaced. “Shut up. Stop laughing at me, I’m in pain.”

Yoosung, still smiling, stopped laughing. “Yeah- I’m sorry.” He plucked out one of the strawberries and held it out to Saeran by the stem. “Here, try it!”

Saeran swallowed and, instead of grabbing it by hand, leaned in to take a bite out of the fruit. It was ripe and just about popped with the pressure of his teeth, and its juices dripped slowly down his chin. But it was good.

He plopped a hand against his mouth to keep himself from accidentally spilling anymore of the juice, savoring the sour and sweet flavor it had. Saeran knew why Yoosung liked strawberries so much now…

But Yoosung was sputtering, wide eyed as he had watched Saeran eat from his hand. For some reason- he found the sight very appealing…

“S-So… did you want to make a pie or…?”

Saeran wiped his mouth and shook his head. “I like them the way they are.”

(Wanna see something else like this? Shoot me a message~!)

Welp. We went to see Wonder Woman. I cried during the sad parts and some of the other parts. They were the same kind of tears I had on and off through Ghostbusters. Movies with strong women who are fully realized people who are allowed to be sexual but are not sexualized and can also kick ass just make me cry randomly. Though TBH I also cry in LotR when anyone picks up their sword and runs into battle screaming the name of their home. I didn’t even realize how ravenous I was for a female version of that.

Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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Strawberries ‘n Cream Cheese Donuts. 🐭

I had every intention of making this donut deep fried but that didn’t work out. (I’m still looking for a fabulous recipe because anything less won’t do.) So I stuck with a baked version. I then tossed the donuts in some cinnamon sugar, sliced 'em and loaded 'em with sweetened vegan cream cheese and fresh strawberries. Teehee.

Strawberries 'n Cream Cheese Donuts
Makes about 8 doughnuts

1 cup all-purpose flour
½ cup vegan sugar
1 ½ tsp. baking powder
¼ tsp. salt
½ cup unsweetened almond milk
½ tsp. apple cider vinegar
½ tsp. pure vanilla extract
1 flax egg
¼ cup vegan margarine

To make the doughnuts: Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Lightly grease a donut pan.
Combine dry ingredients in a large bowl. Combine wet ingredients in a small saucepan over medium to low heat and stir just until vegan margarine is melted. Mix will be warm to the touch. Add wet ingredients to dry and mix until just combined.

Fill each donut pan well ¾ full (about 3 tablespoons of mix). Bake doughnuts for 10-12 minutes or until they are firm and spring back when you touch them. Pop them out of the donut pan and toss them in the cinnamon sugar (carefully since they’re hot!) and onto a cooling rack to cool until warm to the touch.


Cinnamon Sugar

1/3 cup granulated sugar
1 ½ tsp. cinnamon powder


Vegan Cream Cheese Frosting

½ cup Tofutti Cream Cheese
1 tbsp. powdered sugar

Using a hand mixer, beat the cream cheese and sugar until creamy. Once the donuts have cooled, slice each donut in half, spread a generous layer of cream cheese frosting, top with freshly cut strawberries and then the top of the donut half.

I lived in a society where everyone walked backwards and things grew behind them in a trail and that was how we got most of our food. Apparently I was rare because I had strawberries growing behind me wherever I walked. Plus, I found a cult living in a sealed off church, that walked normally.

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Ichiruki requested by @50shadesofichigo

Padfoot’s patronus

Sirius x reader

For the anon who wanted patronus fluff, hope you enjoy!

Requested

“You’re late, (Y/N).” Mcgonagall commented, taking in my flushed cheeks and windblown hair as I arrived at the classroom door.

I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”

She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”

I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.

“Yeah. Just got stopped by Greenwood. He said my essay on the lunar cycle of Jupiter was ‘unsatisfactory’.”

They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.

“He’s just a greasy-haired git, (Y/N). I bet he’ll be gone soon- even old  McGonny can’t stand him.” James stated. “Besides, I bet your essay was better than all of ours.”

I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”

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Okay, so first attempt complete!

Here’s some Draco Malfoy-inspired cupcakes (credit goes to @bixgirl1 for the bomb af flavor profile idea): champagne-chiffon cupcakes filled with strawberry pastry cream topped with champagne-rose meringue!

Forgive the terrible quality of the photos, please… I’m still looking for my camera, and when I find it, I will post something better. :’(

I’m taking them to some frands, so I will report back on if they taste like Draco (… or at least if they taste good, because I’m pretty sure there’s only one person that actually knows what Draco *tastes* like, if you know what I mean).