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
Farah is just such a precious and rare character, so strong and capable and yet so completely riddled with anxiety and self doubt. She’s Strong™ and good with guns, but still gets to have Actual Emotions and doubts and genuine fear. And she’s a woc without being written as ‘strong black sassy sexless/hypersexualized asskicker’ stereotype disaster. She’s written like a person, with a whole range of qualities. And a whole range of reactions to different people and situations.
A/N: I’ve been thinking about this since the moment the video posted on Facebook. Then @impala-dreamer started harassing me. In all fairness, I tortured her first, but semantics. Thankfully, @justjensenanddean created these lovely gifs and NOW I’m gonna be smutin’ all up in this joint.
I’ve got loyalty, got royalty rating: a very light mature pairing: Jon x Daenerys summary: After Jon learns that he has a birthright to the Iron Throne, he notices Daenerys pulling away from him. note: love to @jonathansnowflakes for letting me babble to her near incessantly.
“You’re avoiding me.”
She doesn’t look surprised to find him lingering in the hall outside her quarters. Exhausted, really, more than anything else. She brushes past him without slowing her graceful, quiet steps, the smell of honey and ash following after her as it always seems to.
(He tries not to remember how he could smell it on his skin for days, after. How in the space just between her shoulder and neck, below her ear, it smells the strongest. How she gasps out his name when he drags his teeth against the same spot, her nails pressing into his shoulders and her ankle hooking behind his knee.)
“I’ve been busy,” she responds, voice clipped. He knows very well how busy she has been. Bewitching his banner men as well as his wolf, Ghost trailing after her wherever she goes. Even now, he can hear the soft pad of paws just behind them both, a silent patrol in the darkness of the hall.
hey guys, here’s my first TC imagine. I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, so I hope it’s good! Enjoy/tell me what you think?
You’re sitting in your seat at the front of the class, right next to his desk. The rest of the students are getting up to leave for their next class, but you linger in wait for a chance to get a word in to your TC. He’s sitting at his computer, brow furrowed because the new grading system is still a mystery to him. Soon, there are no other people in the room. It’s just you two in comfortable silence. You get up to leave, and he stands up at the same time. He turns to face you and grabs a stack of papers. “You doing okay today (Y/N) ? You seemed a little out of it during class.” He asks, with an expression of gentle concern. “yeah, I’m just fine. I guess it’s just a bit warm so I’m sleepy.” This much was true, but you held your tongue to another fact. It’s warm, you smell like coffee, I can hear the gentle rise and fall of your breaths, and it feels like I’m in heaven. Your TC smiles, that lovely, perfect smile that he only gives you. “Good.” he says, and as he takes a few steps closer in an attempt to pass by you, you notice there’s something on his cheek. “you’ve got something…” You say as you motion at your own face. Your TC puts down his papers and brings his hand up to his face to try and get whatever it is from his cheek, but fails. “Here, let me —“ You say as you take one more step towards him and raise your hand towards his cheek. He doesn’t protest at your help, and you tentatively brush off the small speck — a rogue eyelash refusing to come off. After removing it, you look into his eyes, and notice that he’s been carefully watching you the whole time, his beautiful, bright eyes tracking your movements. You can’t help but smile. “What?” he asks with a smile mirroring your own. “Nothing.” You say with a hint of sarcasm. You bring your hand up to his face and give a gentle pat. “Now you’re all handsome.” You removed your hand from his face, but as you turned to walk away you feel a strong hand grasp your wrist. Turning back around, he takes a step towards you and brings your hand back up to his face. He closes his eyes and leans Into the touch, your hand tentatively wrapped in his, your fingers feeling the prickly stubble on his face. You smile and as he opens his eyes once again, there is a suspiciously playful glimmer in his eyes. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you immediately know what he’s going to do next;
And he does exactly that.
He drops both of his hands and let’s go of yours for just a second, only to gently wrap his fingers around your cheeks and pull you into a desperate, but very gentle kiss. He separates from you for a second, looks into your eyes for anything that could be resistance or a sign that he’s made a mistake, a misjudgment,
But there is none. You bring your hands back up to his beautiful scruffy face and pull him back into a languid, better than perfect kiss. You can taste coffee on his breath and on his lips, and your heart soars. This is what you’ve wanted to do for years, since the first day you met him.
He pulls away and drops his hands back to his sides and struts away. You hear the reason why; the door handle turns and another teacher walks into the room. You look back to your TC, and he slips his hands into his pockets with a smug look. He turns to talk to the teacher, as if nothing had happened, and you’re left breathless.
Description: Y/N has developed a crush on one of her best friends, and her skills at Mario Kart aren’t helping her game at all.
Warnings: Swearing, shitty writing, Jeremy being a cockblock, making out
Notes: This is really bad still but I feel it’s a lot better than the imagine I posted yesterday so progress I guess?
Guide: Y/N = Your Name , F/B = Favorite Book, Y/N/N = Your Nickname
“Pay attention to me.” Michael sighed leaning against your shoulder. You were currently reading F/B and were so immersed in the pages that you didn’t even hear your best friend’s plea.
You had met Michael on the night of the Halloween party and had comforted him during the panic attack. You also managed to punch Jeremy in the face when you found out he was to blame for Michael’s sadness.
Luckily, after the SQUIP incident, the three of you formed your own little trio and became friends for the rest of junior year. That being said, you had begun to develop feelings for the 7/11 junkie and only had Jeremy to talk about it with. You were just as anxious and shy as he was, so the advice was small and far between.
“Hey, Y/N/N! You okay?” This made you glance into those dark brown eyes and blush. “Oh, yeah. Sorry just spaced out I guess.” You coughed praying that lamp next to you didn’t display the evident blush on your cheeks. “You’re acting really weird, let’s play some Mario Kart hmm?” He said with a questioning expression. Jeremy had been invited to a production of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ by his girlfriend Christine and had ditched the two of you on Game Night, a Friday tradition.
You weren’t as much of a gaming expert as Michael, but even Mario Kart was a challenge for you. The two of you laughed loudly as you continually crashed into the walls of the course and drove slower than anything you’ve ever seen. After the race, you glared at Michael as he poked fun at your lack of skills.
“You…you couldn’t even get past 12th place!” He exclaimed between giggles. You rolled your eyes and smacked him with a pillow that was thrown casually on the couch. Michael turned around quickly with a smirk on his face. Your eyes widened as you were smacked right back with another pillow.
“This war is not over Mell!” You exclaimed grabbing a second pillow, throwing them but missing Michael each time. “Your game is weak, Y/N.” He smiled jokingly and leapt onto the couch next to you and hitting you with yet another pillow. You fell to the ground and acted like the blow was detrimental.
“Mike, what the fuck. Are you serious?” You yelled trying to sound convincing. His funny expression immediately turned apologetic as you held your head and started groaning. “Shit! Fucking shit, I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean it, I swear.” He said bending down to help you.
You shot him a mischievous smile and pulled him to the ground next to you. He somehow rolled over and you ended up hovering over him as he was a sputtering mess. “I-I um…didn’t mean to um.” He blushed and you could see the embarrassment in his eyes.
You were a dark red as well and quickly got up off of him and apologized profusely. “Michael I…” You began. “No, it was my fault. It’s fine.” He mumbled. You were quite honestly tired of these feelings that you held back. You decided that now was the time to break out of that shell.
As Michael began to suggest another game, you stared at his adorable small smile and leaned forward. “What are you…” You ignored him and grabbed the strings of his hoodie, pulling his lips to yours.
He was surprised at first, but tangled his hands through your hair as your mouths moved in perfect sync. He tasted like Cherry slushies and marijuana, strangely an intoxicating mix. He pushed you onto the couch and hovered above your figure as you continued to kiss.
“Well this is new.”
You heard a familiar voice interrupt that caused you to jump from Michael’s grasp. There stood Jeremy Here, with a smug look on his face.
“W-What are you doing here?” You spoke up. “Play ended early, thought I would stop by and hang for a while, but the two of you seem to be doing just fine without me. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said with a genuine smile.
As he exited the garage, you avoided Michael’s gaze. “That was…amazing.” He finally said. You smiled at his unkept appearance. His dark hair was sticking in all directions and his glasses were halfway off his face.
You reached across the couch and fixed them so they were perched on his nose. “I’ve liked you for a while now, even told Jere about it.” You said shaking your head in embarrassment.
Michael let out a small chuckle and scooted closer to you. “Same here, too much of a wuss to tell you myself I guess.” He admitted. “So? What are we now?” You asked smirking at his flustered expression.
“I guess you can call me your ‘bae-thang’ if you want.” He joked using an accent to accentuate the line. You giggled and kissed him on the cheek.
The Bitch Next Door: 01 Ship: Jin | Reader Description: You finally sleep with your crush… but your new neighbor isn’t so pleased. Warnings: Hair Pulling, Fingering, Blowjob, Handjob, Sex Toy, Intercourse, Exhibitionism? Word Count: 3,779 A/N: New Series!
Jack drapes himself over Bitty’s back, pressing a wet kiss behind his ear, nuzzling there when Bitty squirms. They’re standing by the stove, Bitty with a wooden spoon in hand, stirring a pot of deep red sauce. The kitchen smells of garlic and herbs, and the peacefulness of it all sets Jack at ease.
“Shoo, Mister. I’m cooking,” Bitty says, nudging Jack to move back. “Go ahead and put those dishes in the sink, will you?”
Jack hums in protest, pressing another kiss to Bitty’s neck. “Want to hold you.”
He doesn’t have to look to know there is a familiar blush on Bitty’s cheeks, rosey pink. “Well,” Bitty says, moving his free hand to settle over Jack’s arm where it’s wrapped across his front, “How can I say no to that?”
Jack goes to set the table after a while, relenting to Bitty’s insistence. He takes his time, pouring two glasses of wine, openly watching the way Bitty moves. It makes Jack almost nervous with happiness, the way Bitty seems so content– so at home– in his space.
“Come try this,” Bitty becokns, holding out the wooden spoon for Jack to taste. “Let me know if it needs more salt.”
He makes long strides across the dining room, hands coming to rest low on Bitty’s hips. He looks at the spoon, then to his boyfriend, and back at the spoon, and in one swift motion, presses their lips together instead.
It’s sweet, the way Bitty’s lips part in surprise, how he gasps so perfectly when Jack slips his tongue inside. Jack’s hands come up to hold Bitty’s face, thumbs stroking over his cheeks. They pull back, smiles soft.