you give me a bowl of candies and tell me that 80% are m&ms and 20% are skittles.
I take one and it eat it. skittle.
I grab a handful and eat them all at once. all skittles.
I grab another handful and eat them one at a time. all skittles.
you take 3 out and hand them to me, assuring me that they must be m&ms. they’re all skittles.
at this point, I’m likely to start believing that you have lied to me. it seems like the statistics must be the other way around, or maybe there are no m&ms at all.
at this point, I start expecting skittles. and I get them, every time.
I finally taste chocolate and spit it out. I wasn’t expecting it anymore and I’m not sure if I can even believe my own mouth.
this is why victims of repeated traumas don’t know how to react to good people.
opening a family sized bag of chips and having the feeling of “i never have to buy chips ever again because there are so many chips in this bag”
the feeling of a cold glass bowl full of ice cream making your hands nice and chilly
biting into a smore that you thought you cooked too much to find that it still tastes delicious
really hot hot chocolate with really cold whipped cream on top
the perfect state that cereal reaches from 30-seconds to 90-seconds after pouring the milk where it’s not so hard that it scrapes the top of your mouth but it’s not too mushy that it feels gross
the crunch of lettuce and onion you get when taking the first bite of a warm burger
opening a soda on a warm summer night sleepover
sorting fruit snacks by shape and then eating the extras so all of the groups are equal and then eating 1 fruit snack from each of the groups until they’re all gone so there’s no imbalance
having leftovers that still taste good after reheating them
otter-pops halfway through melting so ur not just eating ice but also it’s not just weirdly thick fruit juice
eating alone at home, allowing yourself to eat whatever comfort food or weird combination you want without the fear of people judging what you eat or how much you eat. tortilla chips in a ham sandwich? delicious. dipping carrots in ketchup? live it up. pancakes for dinner? hell yeah. speaking of which…
pancakes, bacon, sausage, egg, and hasbrowns for dinner
having a warm feeling in your stomach after eating some good soup
carrying a good-sized bag of snacks out of a gas station midway into a long road trip
movie popcorn. somehow popcorn at a movie theater ALWAYS tastes different than homemade popcorn
opening a box of pizza and seeing the full pizza there. no one has eaten any yet, and there is a 0% chance of opening it to be disappointed that there’s none left. it’s all there, and it’s all fresh, and it’s destiny is now in your hands
any/every form of potato based food. just, like, in general. tater tots, french fries, hashbrowns, potato medallions, mashed potatoes, etc. all of them are perfect foods and all of them taste perfect w/ ketchup
a big ol mouthful of sticky rice
eating on the couch while watching TV with your loved ones
tha cronch of appl
the feeling of satisfaction you get when you try a new recipe and it tastes good on the first try
having a friend cook you something that tastes good and seeing the look of joy on their face when they see you like it
eating something youve been craving all day and feeling 100% satisfied with it
Aries: the smell of the fresh air. The touch of a soft worn flannel. The taste of Arizona tea. The sound of running water. The sight of a night sky and a picnic blanket
Taurus: the smell of wild flowers. The touch of another persons hand holding yours. The taste of grilled cheese. The sound of girls laughter. The sight of a hammock hanging high in a tree.
Gemini: the smell of cinnamon. The touch of someone playing with your hair. The taste of homemade cookies. The sound of loud music from far away. The sight of a group of friends smiling about an inside joke.
Cancer: the smell of lavender. The touch of a sweater. The taste of blackberries. The sound of a sigh as you crawl into bed. The sight of your pet curled up beside you.
Leo: the smell of salt water. The touch of a tight hug. The taste of a purple soft drink. The sound of people cheering. The sight of a dimly lit room full of friends.
Virgo: the smell of paint. The touch of silky pajamas. The taste of fruit. The sound of a pencil against paper. The sight of a pile of blankets to curl up in to watch a movie.
Libra: the smell of clean sheets. The touch of a warm bath. The taste of a shared dessert. The sound of your favorite show muffled while you fall asleep. The sight of flowers in a vase by the window.
Scorpio: the smell of vanilla. The touch of a loved one asleep against you. The taste of salted chocolates. The sound of a cat purring. The sight of a fireplace in the night.
Sagittarius: the smell of firewood. The touch of your animal rubbing against your leg. The taste of warm tea. The sound of your favorite book being read aloud. The sight of art being sprayed on the side of a building.
Capricorn: the smell of mint. The touch of a pile of quilts wrapped around you. The taste of a milkshake. The crackling sound of a record player right before it goes off. The sight of your loved ones crammed into a car for a road trip.
Aquarius: the smell of a well loved book. The touch of someone doing your makeup. The taste of icecream out of the carton. The sound of someone bouncing onto your bed. The sight of friends dancing around like nobody is watching.
Pisces: the smell of perfume. The touch of someone scratching your back. The taste of peach tea. The sound of rain falling onto your car’s roof. The sight of friends swimming late at night under the stars.
Author’s Notes: Everyone
knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time
you touched. Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s
memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate
never been to school before. I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of
new to me.” Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards
He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.
olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over. Marinette
thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but
another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.
hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative
to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so
tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.
A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.
She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.
of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and
overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river
of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each
other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot,
otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.
world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl. A
cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone
else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.
felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate
and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s
love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing
buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven
from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an
artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out
just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming
to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the
bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well.
Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in
a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a
reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound
confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black
Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures
staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and
camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes,
once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness,
abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man
he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison
meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The
feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from
the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to
see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was
meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his
childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and
defeating a magical giant made of stone. Sheer pride at seeing her
succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of
goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used
to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love
and kindness? Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and
lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens
pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.
Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and
Adrien choked back a sob.
They had found each other. Partners, yes, but also something more.
The light to his darkness.
The calm to her chaos.
Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.
jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as
she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort
and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up
for all those years of neglect and loneliness.
He clung to her
as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was
too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.
protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could
harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know. But he did know
her, and she knew him.
More than anyone else in the world ever did.
umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the
rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the
love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them
lup got a day from barry, because she loved him, and of course she either gave him a day as well, or that day was theirs to share. and then she goes to taako, and she says she needed a day from him, too, because he’s her heart and this is all very, very beautiful and painful and poignant – but i’d like to postulate that barry needed another day as well, something i keep him anchored, because even though he loves lup with his whole being, he knows this is dangerous –
so barry goes to team human for another day. he goes to magnus and lucretia and explains the process to them. magnus is confused – he’s not dumb, but magic is just an entire realm of stuff that he doesn’t always have the patience for, but if barry, who is much older than him and very smart, says it’ll be okay, then magnus trusts him. lucretia, meanwhile, is terrified much the way taako was, because she knows what this means and she’ll explain it to magnus later, but maybe not because the moment barry says, “I need you to give me the most fun day ever” he’s out of his chair and just says, “I need forty-eight hours to prepare” and he grabs lucretia’s hand and pulled her to his room and they start planning.
(and he’s so excited, he’s so completely stoked to do all this stuff for barry that she just keeps her fears to herself and rolls up her sleeves and gets into the thick of planning barry’s big day – and after a certain point, she’s so excited about what it’ll be like she’s not even worried. not as much.
well, maybe a little.)
so they wake barry up with breakfast in bed, similar to taako – except it’s like cheeseburgers and french fries and the lumpiest, shittiest looking, most delicious chocolate cake barry’s ever had in his life, and this big ass glass of lemonade with four umbrellas sticking out and a bright pink curly straw – and he’s already laughing, he’s already having the best day ever.
and after that it’s this beautiful hike where they map the ridges of a canyon, and they find this village dug into the side that magnus found weeks ago, but he was using it as a place to get some peace and quiet, saving it for barry’s birthday, but today is basically barry’s birthday, so they hike down and barry goes nuts over all this really cool artwork and pottery and inventions he’s never seen before. they go fishing along the river and make s’mores by a campfire. they get out of the canyon and they go to a clearing where magnus and lucretia have made these really shoddy, homemade fireworks and barry gets to let them all off and they lay in the grass and stare up at the sky as these perpetually moving showers of sparks and lights fall down around them – and they have one last slice of cake before bed, and barry hugs them each, holds them both so tight –
his weird, weird little brother and sister.
and he knows that memory of his day with lup is strong, but that moment when he and lup start the spell, he can taste chocolate cake and marshmallows, and he can hear magnus laughing and see lucretia smiling and it’s not the same feeling, but gods, it’s something. it’s really something.
Request: Okay, so this is Sirius x Reader where you like him and he likes you but neither of you know that and you ask the Marauders and Lily and Marlene if they wanna go to Hogsmeade or whatever the next day but they are all busy except Sirius. So you guys go and you get cold so he gives you his hoodie and you forget to return it or don’t want to because it smells like him and when you do at the end of the day he gets really happy because it smells like you and he wears it. Basically just fluff thanks.
Word Count: About 2,800.
Warning(s): Sexual tension, slightly suggestive comments, Sirius being hot as hell, kissing and stuff.
Note: In summary, this is a Sirius x Reader work about a cold night at Hogsmeade. Also, I deviated a bit from the request. Just a bit.
“We’re all still on for tonight, right?”
“Yeah.” Lily nodded, shrugging on a warm jacket as she headed out the door. “Marlene said to meet them in the common room before we go.”
As you made your way down the staircase next to Lily, you spotted James, Peter, and Marlene lounging on a sofa near the fireplace. Huddled together, the trio seemed to be in a heated conversation.
Nearing them, you heard their hushed whispers.
“Just make up some excuse to–”
Once Peter spotted you approaching, however, he nudged the other two into silence.
“Y/N! Lily!” exclaimed Marlene, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “Just the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
With a quirked eyebrow, you took a seat on the arm of the couch. When they smiled innocently at you, you shook your head with a small laugh, looking around the room. You thought it might be best to ignore their impish antics. Around you, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with life and chatter. But amidst it all, you couldn’t spot Sirius.
Not that you were waiting for him, of course. He just happened to cross your mind as you looked around.
“He’s almost ready,” said James, a cheeky grin playing on his face.
Explanation: A few months back someone asked @underversesans whether Cross liked eating chocolate with ketchup. The answer was ‘no’; something along the lines of ‘it’s too disgusting even for Cross’. So I immediately did the most reasonable thing ever: got some chocolate and ketchup and tried that mix — and, guess what? It tastes awesome!