strawberry taste

The Signs as Five Senses

Aries: Looks like fireworks. Smells like the woods. Feels like calloused hands. Sounds like yelling at sports games. Tastes like hot tamales.

Taurus: Looks like a ballerina. Smells like flowers. Feels like silky hair. Sounds like acoustic guitar. Tastes like water from a waterfall.

Gemini: Looks like sunflowers. Smells like birthday cake. Feels like a surprise party. Sounds like the screams of an amusement park. Tastes like strawberry ice cream.

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Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields… and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?


Levi’s lips tasted like strawberries when Eren kissed him, the sweet flavour contrasting with the words that came out of his mouth as soon as they parted.

“You little shit,” Levi said with groan, pushing Eren’s face away from his before proding at his chest with his finger. “I’m helping you study so get your head straight.”

“But I’m gay,” Eren replied with a cheeky wink, already shuffling back to his spot. Levi’s annoyed swap at his head just barely missed its mark.

They settled back into studying, shoulders brushing and arms bumping against one another. The scratching of pens and the rustle of paper were the only things heard for a while. 

“Do you understand this now?” Levi turned his head towards Eren, his breath fanning over Eren’s face. Eren closed his eyes.

“Yeah, sure.”

Levi squinted at him. “Not very convincing.”

Eren cracked his eyes open and slowly inched closer in response, his hand reaching for the buzz of Levi’s haircut before sliding down to his nape. His fingers ghosted teasingly over Levi’s neck, his thumb sliding over his pulse point.

Levi sighed. “What’s with you today?”

“Nothing much,” Eren hummed, leaning in to place a peck on the corner of Levi’s mouth. “It’s just…”

Levi put his pen down and faced him fully, eyes searching Eren’s. “Just what?” 

“You ate strawberries today.”


Eren’s pulled him closer, bumping their noses together lightly. He licked at Levi’s bottom lip while staring at him, a very familiar glint in his eyes. “I’ve been craving strawberries.”

The kiss that followed rendered all thoughts of studying completely useless and void - all that was left in their minds were the slow brushes of their mouths, the exhales tickling their cheeks, and the lingering taste of sweetness on their tongues.

Eren found that he didn’t feel the need for strawberries anymore that day.


Sam: “Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields… and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?”
Frodo: “No, Sam. I can’t recall the taste of food… nor the sound of water… nor the touch of grass. I’m… naked in the dark, with nothing, no veil… between me… and the wheel of fire! I can see him… with my waking eyes!”
Sam: “Then let us be rid of it… once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can’t carry it for you… but I can carry you!”


tolkien gif battle → 04. favourite location (vs dungeonsdeepcavernsold

Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields… and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?

a mouthful of the moon / unmoved, the ocean; in the stubborn stagnancy of this universe, where he and i lace rain clouds on our ceilings to feel the same thing at the same time. unwavering harmony in the way by which we reach for the other’s hand / touch me, touch you- body to body- caught in a dance neither of us knows, but oh god it feels good to taste my strawberry mouth, in his. 

he gives me the sky in pieces, and i hold in under where my words go at night. there’s a book with his name on my nightstand, with pages to swallow for when it gets dark inside me; sometimes we make paper planes from it, and send them to each other.

he talks about the stars as i lay there half asleep smiling, and he weaving forget me nots in my hair; that night i dream of poetry on the walls of the louvre, and the residue of marble on our hands / the words are always the same- running out. 

rather uneventful in our being- we catch butterflies in old wine bottles and tell them stories about how we met / he’s the wolf with flowers in his mouth, and i a falling angel in his lap; we sleep holding the noose to another universe, where the human versions of us, live and die together, by drowning. 

everything is love / everything is beautiful, and we are in the middle of it all, laughing- gentle, and sweet, and soft, and finally together, and finally happy. 


Early relationship with Sam would include:

- Angsty conversations about your future

- Awkward nose bumping when you kiss for the first time

- “Could I hold your hand?”

- Being super embarrassed when Dean teases you

- Making breakfast every morning

- Learning all the small endearing qualities about each other like what shampoo you use and what radio station you listen to

- “Can you wear that lipstick again? The one that tastes like strawberries when I kiss you”

- Cute life adjustments like Sam changing brands of cereal just because he remembers that it’s your favorite

- Sam not letting you come on hunts until like a year into your relationship because he’s worried you’ll get hurt

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Lily Evans

-Lily Evans’ hands were constantly splattered with ink from the essays she wrote.
-She braided her hair when she was bored and chewed on the inside of her cheek when she was thinking
-She wore various of rings on her fingers and always smelled like vanilla
-Loved strawberries
-Hated the taste of ginger (Ironically)
-She was always tired and would constantly call asleep in the chairs in the Gryffindor common room
-Her favourite cosmetic was mascara and would rarely be seen not wearing it.
-Her favourite season was Autumn (She liked the way it matched her hair)
-She wanted to speak several languages.
-She tried to teach herself French but gave up after a week
-She wanted to travel
-She dreamed of becoming a healer.
-She wanted live in the countryside
and have three children and a cat.
-Acted like her birthday was no big deal but actually counted down the days as soon as it turned the 1st of January.
-She really loved celebrating her birthday which was the 30th of January, otherwise known as today, so Happy Birthday Lily Evans!

There He Was (Derek/Stiles/Scott)

nevergooutofstiles said: “Teeny Fic Weekend” sciles OR stiles/scott/derek pretty please?

bleep0bleep said: scott/stiles/derek

My lovelies, this is likely going to be the only time you ever see this ship from me, so I hope you enjoy it! I’ve never written it before, but I like how it turned out! <333 Teeny fic #10.

I smell sex and
Candy here
Who’s that lounging
In my chair

Who’s that casting
Devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely 
Is a dream

Sex and Candy by Marcy Playground

There He Was. Scott/Stiles/Derek. Adult.

Stiles tastes like strawberry Starbursts and Twizzlers when Scott kisses him

Stiles tastes like strawberry Starbursts and Twizzlers. Scott moans into the kiss as he sucks on Stiles’ tongue, his hands reaching out to squeeze his ass as he straddles him on the sofa. The smell of pot and incense is in the air, but all Scott can smell right now is Stiles. It’s like his scent is overwhelming him, flooding his nostrils and claiming a spot that’s been vacant and waiting for him for years.

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chocolate covered strawberries
my lips taste like starlight
I know there are many past lovers
who I may wish to hold tonight

one who wanted to play with my hair a little bit longer
one who wanted to feed me butterflies
one who maybe I wanted a little too much

but tonight I only hold my own shaking hands
love my own skin
sleep in my own bed

there are many things I wish went differently
but I do not dwell of the fear of not being lovable
for I have always been loved and lifted myself up
and that’s all I need

—  a love poem to myself

i cant believe there are people out there who dont toast pop tarts. like that’s my go-to cheap pre packaged food but the plain strawberry ones taste like suffering if they’re cold and i have eaten so many horrible pink rectabngles  since i have been in college and it just ruins my day when that’s what i have to eat

after 3 years one of my roommates finally got a toaster so maybe next we can get an oven that actually cooks food evenly and doesn’t occasionally catch on fire and i can finally start making myself actual food instead of College Gruel

Strawberries by Edwin Morgan


There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you

let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates