sherbet orange

ice cream asks
  • chocolate: when was your first kiss?
  • french vanilla: how old are you?
  • cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?
  • strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?
  • coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?
  • mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?
  • cookie dough: do you play any instruments?
  • rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?
  • butter pecan: favorite songs for life?
  • cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign?
  • toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?
  • chocolate chip: what's your most popular post?
  • bubblegum: books or movies?
  • pistachio: manga or anime?
  • salted caramel: favorite movies?
  • birthday cake: favorite books?
  • moose tracks: favorites for manga?
  • orange sherbet: favorites for anime?
  • peanut butter: favorite academic subject?
  • black raspberry: do you have any pets?
  • mango: when and why did you start your blog?
  • mocha: ideal weather conditions?
  • black cherry: four words that describe you?
  • neapolitan: things that stress you out?
  • raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?
  • chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?
  • toffee: a card game that you're good at?
  • lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?
  • dark chocolate: turn ons?
  • fudge: turn offs?
  • peach: how do you relax?
  • praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?
  • superman: do you like sweaters?
  • cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?
  • dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?
  • blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?
  • ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?
  • blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?
  • almond: favorite mean girls quote?
  • butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?
  • cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?
  • blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?
  • cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?
  • mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?
  • brownie batter: do you like sushi?
  • key lime: where do you want to be right now?
  • red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?
  • green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?
shinee goes on a midnight adventure (at taemin’s suggestion)

taemin:

  • shinee: “taemin-ah………………….. this is paris baguette” 
  • tae: yep 
  • ot4: “you said we were going on an adventure and kept saying trust the drive over wHY are we at a paris baguette” 
  • tae: *jazz hands* ~adventure~
  • buys a loaf of bread 
  • tbh he just needed to buy bread for toast and it’s fun to buy things in the middle of the night 
  • but FINE
  • hands out slices of bread to quit their complaining 
  • honestly if they didn’t want to come they could have not come (ot4: you herded us into your car and drove away / minho: *head pops up* i was promised ice cream) 
  • buckles the seat belt over his loaf in the car 

onew:

  • ???? 
  • it’s 12 
  • since when was paris baguette open this late
  • staring helplessly at the menu bc all the good breads are gone (even the choco cones noooooo) and he can’t even get coffee at this hour taemin why would you do this to him 
  • stressed (jong: you ok??? / onew: i don’t knOW what i want)
  • should…. he buy a cake? is that an appropriate response to this situation
  • thank god they head over to the convenience store (jong: just back away from the cakes hyung) 
  • happily makes the got7 mark meal (ot4: you know how to make that??? / onew: it’s almost as if i have a magical box called a smartphone and can access the internet!!!! and get the recipe!!!! wow what a concept!!! / taemin: …. i politely decline to drive you back / onew: no wait) 

jonghyun:

  • taemin cannot be trusted 
  • in a huge sweater so he tucked his hands into the sleeves and keeps slapping any member in the near vicinity with his large penguiny arms (minho: *ties the arms together* / jong: well, fuck) 
  • pulling only made the knot tighter
  • aegyo-ing so someone will untie him
  • no mercy tho (free jonghyun sos) 
  • while struggling: “OMG SRSLY I WANT SNACKS TOO”
  • taemin takes his wallet from his back pocket (tae: *waving jong’s credit card* jonghyunnie hyung is buying~~~~~~~ / ot3: WHOOOOOOO) 
  • AGAIN. TAEMIN. CANNOT. BE. TRUSTED.
  • actually did end up paying tho even when he was (finally) freed
  • no one actually untied him he just realized he could just take off the sweater and problem solved (key: *whispers* ……..babo) 
  • throws corn chips at tae’s head while he drives 

key:

  • can’t believe they actually left home to do this, these frikken weirdos he associates himself with 
  • there’s little clay dinosaur keychains that are next to the cashier and he is sweating trying to convince himself that he should not buy them omg
  • casually grocery shopping at the mart 
  • minho peeks into his basket: “milk, eggs, ketchup???” / key: let me live 
  • why is his basket so heavy 
  • looks down and there are sausages, chips, and string cheese that he did not put in there
  • ot4 were playing a game to see how much food they could get in before he notices 
  • they’ve gotten real good at acting innocent that he’s not sure exactly who started it but he just blames taemin and makes him carry the basket from then on (taemin: WAI / key: if it isn’t directly your fault, it’s indirectly your fault, so in conclusion it’s your fault) 

minho:

  • armful of energy drinks like yes i’m going to need all of these
  • “i’m calling collect on the ice cream you promised me tae” / taemin: *slides over jong’s card* / minho: “pleasure doing business”
  • comes back biting into a jaws bar (it’s a sherbet-y orange/strawberry flavored bar that’s shaped like a shark! v good) 
  • so since they came out here (key: we’re 5 mins from our dorm) they should just chill (key: we could walk back if we wanted to) 
  • there’s a street vendor near by so he buys odaeng (fishcake) and fried things and they all sit at the tables outside the convenience store eating them 
  • he bought each member the drink they like (srsly after 12 years of knowing each other it’s like second nature) and passes them out 
  • this is actually pretty nice (taemin: YES ADVENTURE~~~ SUCCESS)
Lucky I Love You // Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky loves to tell you he loved you even if you don’t know the way he means it until he finally tells you.

Characters: Reader x Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers (mentioned).

Words: 782

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or the characters.

Warnings: Fluff.

Requested: No.

Author: Mina

A/N: Ok, so this is Mina and its my first time posting on this group page, I’ve been procrastinating for like 4 months so this is the end result!

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“That’s disgusting, you’re lucky I love you.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

You shrugged and continued eating the orange sherbet with chocolate chips, not even pausing when Bucky said he loved you. Yeah, that was a normal and casual thing he’d say, plus he was your closest friend.

The movie was pretty good, surprisingly, ‘Kong: Skull Island’ had a fantastic cast, not to mention the eye candy Loki look-alike main lead, excellent plot, and great screen effects.

And this was your day off from any field assignments so it was safe to say you were fully taking advantage of it. Crumbs of chips on your shirt, cookies on the table by your feet, empty Chinese takeout containers, and your unique but tasty sherbet in your hands.

Glancing at Bucky from the corner of your eye you found him glancing at you, turning your head to face him you laughed with a mouth full of sherbet “What’s up?”

He shook his head and looked back at the screen, “Ew, did you really have to show me that. I seriously don’t understand how or why you like that abomination of ice cream.”

“Sherbet.”

“Sherbet, ice cream, sorbet, you kids got fancy names for the same thing.”
“Oh my gawd! Will you leave me alone? I don’t like you anymore.”

“Hah! As if! I love you too much to leave you alone!” leaping from the other side of the couch to hug your side tightly Bucky grinned widely.

You tried to push him off, “Will you go, you’re extremely heavy, something you’ve never heard of!”

That made him squeeze you tighter as he laughed “Stop being a little asshole, I am perfect JUST the way I am, don’t body-shame me.”

His hands trailed underneath your arms, your eyes widened in horror “Don’t you fucking dare James Buchanan Barnes! I will call mom!”

A chilling smirk and darkening blue eyes told you he didn’t care, and he pretty much confirmed it, “Steve ain’t home love.”

Suddenly he began to tickle you, shrieks and giggles erupted from your lips and laughter spilled from the soldier’s mouth. He held your arms above your head as his other hand furiously tickled under your arms, then your stomach, waist, and by then you were out of breath with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Damn, you’re breathing hard from this? Someone needs to lay off the chips” Bucky chuckled.

Giving him the middle finger he pretended to raise his hands to tickle you again stopping when he heard your high pitched shriek

“I’m-sorry-I’m-sorry-I’m-sorry-I’ll-stop”

You both laughed till you were red in the face, and you realized his hips still straddled your waist and his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were darker than usual.

“Hey you ok-“

“How come you never say anything when I tell you I love you?” He interrupted quickly.

You froze.

“Huh?”

“How come you never pay attention when I say I love you, I’m not joking. I really love you.”

“Dude! All those times you’ve said it casually to me when we’re doing stupid shit! How am I supposed to know!? Wait wait, so that time when I shoved chopsticks up my nose to make you laugh and you said that, the one time when I gave you an ultimate wedgie and you threatened me that the only reason you weren’t going to because you liked me too much, the time when we got arrested, and when we pranked Steve and Tony, all those times you meant that?” you exclaimed.

Nodding Bucky looked at you “I didn’t really know how to tell you and I thought saying it casually would work but you kept on laughing it off or ignoring what I said.”

“Huh…. Interesting.” You concluded

“Seriously? That’s it?” he said exasperatedly

“I’m not good with lovey-dovey crap, that’s why I’m single and why I act like a doofus! Look, I’m’a be straight with you, I like you, a lot. Just not good with saying it.” You blurted as you twiddled your thumbs.

Bucky raised his eyebrow and squinted at you, “Yeah, you’re really not good at it.”

You sat up “Well look who’s talkin’! Who was the one who kept saying it at the most ridiculous times! Most people would think it a joke like I did!”

He scoffed, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Hot chocolate and binge watching movies.”

“What?”

“That helps me sleep at night.”

“I didn’t mean, I give up. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Awwwww is someone getting frustrated?”

“Why do I get the feeling I’ll never be able to get rid of you.”

“Because you love me too much.”

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i laughed today and that’s all i can ask for is just sharing a laugh with someone … the sun warmed my skin today and that was good too. i ate some orange sherbet today. and drank some water. and i saw the trees, and they were green, and i rubbed my nose about fifteen times because my allergies were starting to flare up. and i laughed today. and i lived today. and now it continues.

anonymous asked:

What are all the egos favorite ice cream flavor?

Google–mint chocolate chip

The Host–salted caramel

Dark–chocolate (badum pssh)

Dr. Iplier–coffee

Silver–orange sherbet

Wilford–BUBBLEGUM

Bim–vanilla (cuz he’s a bean; get it? vanilla bean? forget it, i quit.)

Ed–rocky road

ice cream parlor - evak au drabble

au where even works a summer job at an ice cream parlor and isak really likes ice cream and they play a game where even tries to guess isak’s favorite flavor and gives it to him for free if he’s wrong. (shoutout to megan ( @valtermeme ) for this au since it is hers she just wanted me to write it lmao)


Read on AO3!


 It is roasting. And Isak means roasting. He’s sitting in his shared apartment with Eskild sitting right next to him, their little fan blowing hot air into their faces. Every now and then, they both groan for the heat and Isak gets an idea.

“I’m going out to get some ice cream at that new parlor down the street, you coming?” He says to Eskild, pulling on a muscle tee and slipping on his vans.

Eskild looks at Isak like he’s crazy, “Um, no? It’s boiling and my ice cream will melt in thirty seconds. Enjoy yourself, though.”

Isak rolls his eyes, heading out the door, “Whatever, don’t come whining to me that you wanted ice cream when I get back.” And with that, he slams the door and when he gets down the stairs, he walks outside and takes a deep breath of the humid air around him and starts towards the shop.

-

As soon as he walks in, he almost collapses from the cool air. He lets out a sigh, taking in as much fresh, cool air as he can. He takes his time looking through the ice cream options and when he walks up to order, he stops in his tracks because holy shit he has never seen a cuter boy in his life. He stares in awe as the boy turns his attention to him and the slightest of smirks appears on his face as the older boy notices him staring at him.

“Well, hello. What can I get for you?” The boy starts, raising an eyebrow at Isak.

“I, uh-” Isak coughs. “Sorry, um, can I have a vanilla and strawberry swirl?”

“Sure, any toppings?”

“N-no thanks,” Isak answers, his palms sweating despite the cool air of the parlor.

“Is this your favorite kind of ice cream?” The older boy asks, scooping the ice cream into the serving cup.

“Um, no, actually,” Isak chuckles a little.

“Shame,” the boy says, handing him the ice cream.

“Are you gonna charge me for this?” Isak ponders, raising an eyebrow as he takes the ice cream.

“Nah, I guess that it was your favorite but I was wrong, so I’ll let you have it for free. My treat,” the boy grins.

“Oh, well, thanks I guess,” Isak says, shrugging, as he turns away from the boy to sit in an empty booth.

When Isak finishes the ice cream and goes to throw away the container, the older boy is still at the cash register, “So, did you enjoy it?”

Isak jumps a little as the boy speaks and he can feel heat rush up to his cheeks, “Yeah, it was… good, I guess,” Isak responds.

“My names Even, by the way. I’ve been talking to you and you don’t even know my name,” Even chuckles.

“I’m, uh- Isak.”

“Well, I’m glad you liked the ice cream. Be sure to come back again, yeah?”

“Yeah.. I will, sure,” and Isak means it.

The next day, the heat is as excruciating than yesterday and Isak feels like he can barely breath, but just as he said to the boy Even, he will be coming back to the ice cream parlor and today is just the same. He almost rushes to the parlor just to see the beautiful boy again, but slows his steps as he approaches and opens the door. And just as he hoped, there’s Even, standing behind the counter, his hair slicked back but slightly puffy. He smiles slightly as he walks up to him and so does Even, looking at him with curious eyes.

“So, what will it be today?” Even asks.

“Hmm.. I think maybe chocolate fudge swirl with chocolate chip toppings,” Isak grins as Even starts scooping the ice cream, watching him.

“Is that what your favorite flavor is?” Even asks, sprinkling the chocolate chips on the ice cream.

Isak laughs, shaking his head, “Sorry, no.”

“Damn, well. I guess another free ice cream is in order,” Even grins as Isak takes the bowl from him and sits back into his regular booth from yesterday.

While Isak is eating his ice cream and looking out his window, he jumps again as Even slides into the seat in front of him, “What- what are you doing?” Isak starts, setting his spoon down in the ice cream.

“I’m on break so I thought I would come talk to you,” Even says casually, and he smiles a little as Isak shifts in his seat.

“Talk? To me? Why?” Isak asks, scooping up some ice cream on his spoon.

“Oh, I dunno. You seem pretty chill. Kind of cute, too, I guess.”

Isak almost chokes, quickly swallowing his ice cream, “E-excuse me?” Isak stutters, the heat blossoming in his cheeks.

Even shrugs, leaning back in the booth, “You’re cute, Isak. What’s wrong with that?”

Isak shakes his head, “Oh, uh- n-nothing,” placing the spoon back into the bowl as he finishes, Even sighs, smiling at the younger and very cute boy across from him.

“Well, my break is over, so I gotta get back up there. Here, I’ll take your bowl,” Even offers, getting up and taking the container off the table and he smiles as Isak gets up from the booth, standing next to him.

“Well, it was nice.. talking to you. And again, thanks for the free ice cream,” Isak smiles a little, rubbing his neck with his hand.

“It’s no problem. Same time tomorrow?” Even asks, his eagerness almost showing in his voice.

“Absolutely.”

“Oh! Before you go,” Even says, taking a napkin from his waist-apron pocket along with a pen. “Here, it’s my number. Feel free to text or call me whenever.” And with that, Even winks at him and Isak blushes as he walks back onto the heat.

A few weeks pass and Isak and Even keep in their same routine of Isak ordering ice cream every day and Even guessing wrong about his favorite flavor, but overall they’ve been coming closer. And Isak likes it. A lot.

On the second week, Isak is in trouble. He has no more ice cream flavors to choose from and he knows it. It’s Sunday, and Even is off the whole day so he decides to text him.

Isak: What are you doing, you free?

Even: Yeah, just sitting here roasting in my room. You?

Isak: Same. Just chilling at home. You keen on coming over?

Even: Sure I’ll be there in ten.

Isak smiles down at his phone and lets out a content sigh, quickly arranging his room and the whole house. He doesn’t mind seeing Even every day, and that’s basically the routine they have fallen into, ice cream or no ice cream.

The then minutes pass and sure enough, Even is knocking on Isak’s door. Isak almost skips to the door and opens it, smiling at Even. and Even smiles back.

“I brought ice cream!” Even exclaims, walking into the apartment and Isak laughs.

“What kind did you get for me?” Isak asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Orange sherbet,” Even says, holding out Isak’s ice cream to him.

“How did you knock with the ice cream in your hands?”

“My foot, duh,” Isak laughs, shaking his head as he and Even sit on the couch, particularly close, as they watch whatever is on TV. “So, what is your favorite ice cream flavor? You can’t order any other kind from the shop, you ordered them all.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but,” Isak smiles, looking at Even. “You guessed right on the first day.” Isak laughs as Even’s eyes widen.

“Are you kidding me? Why’d you string me along like that all that time?” Even chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Well, I really liked the ice cream, and just so I could keep seeing you.” Isak says, almost too quiet for Even to hear.

“You… are one sneaky boy, Isak Valtersen. Taking desperate to a whole new level. I knew you had a thing for me.”

Isak shoves him a little with his shoulder, “You did not!”

“Ah, but I did. Thinking you’re so slick,” Even jokes, taking another bite of his ice cream. Isak grumbles, blushing as he quietly eats his ice cream. Of course his plan would foil in on him. Even smiles, setting his ice cream down onto the coffee table. “Hey, Isak?”

“What?” Isak mumbles.

“Look at me, you dork.”

Isak looks at him, raising an eyebrow, “What do you want?”

Without speaking, Even leans in, kissing Isak on his soft and tender lips, the sweet ice cream lingering as Isak kisses him back, almost spilling his half-melted ice cream. Even pulls away, smiling, as Isak still has his eyes closed, “Sorry, you had some ice cream on your mouth.”

Isak smiles, shaking his head, “No I didn’t.”

“Mmm, but you did,” Even laughs, brushing his thumb over Isak’s lips.

“Thinking you’re so slick, you just wanted to kiss me for the hell of it.”

“I kissed you because I love you,” Even says, smiling.

“I knew you had a thing for me,” Isak says, mocking Even’s tone from earlier.

“Fucking right I did.”

Best Friends ch 2: Dare

Summary : Love is great, love is amazing. But there is something really special about your friends. They have your back no matter what, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Because they already know how to grab it and keep it. 

Sorry It’s been so long since I’ve posted anything! Hope this fluffiness makes up for it and the fact that our hearts are breaking for the manga :)


“Would you turn that shit off!” Natsu pounded on his elder brother’s bedroom door.

The screamo music that Zeref labeled as “art” only screamed louder.

“Some Babysitter,” Gray muttered from his spot on the Dragneel’s cushy couch.

“Babysitter my ass,” Natsu threw himself onto the matching loveseat, “why do I even need a babysitter? I’m 17!”

Natsu and Zeref’s adoptive father had gone to work early this rainy Saturday morning, leaving Zeref in charge of his little brother and little brothers friend.

All he had done was tell them not to destroy the house and locked himself in his room.

Gray shrugged. He twisted open his gum wrapper. He hazily read the saying on the paper. It was a dare. And what a perfect dare it was.

“Hey Natsu, truth or dare.”

“What?” Natsu didn’t stop flipping through the channels, desperate to cure the boredom.

Gray sat up, he actually found something entertaining for them to do rather than watch TV, “Truth or dare.”

“Dare, duh,” Natsu spun around to face his best friend, not that they would ever admit to that.

Gray smirked and held the gum wrapper up for the pink haired boy to see, “Eat ice cream covered in hot sauce.”

Natsu stared blankly at it for a moment. Then his grin grew quite evilly.

“YOSH!”

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