#ice cream metaphor

[prismaticpichu]

Little things are more special to the First Class trio than sharing an order of Neapolitan ice cream.

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Angeal loves it, only having to pay for a single item

Genesis loves it, enjoying stealing scoops from his friends’ respective flavors.

And Sephiroth loves it, for what it represents. How he no longer he has to go to the parlor and order a lonely cup of vanilla. How he no longer has to get something plain, something dull. How he can still get his favorite flavor, but have it be accompanied by the sugary meld of the other two. Two other flavors blending into his own. Making it better. Making it more colorful. Two other flavors, so distinct and lovable, merging into his mundane life… and making it into something special. Joining together as one.

He also likes battling Genesis’s spoon.

[presidenthades]

Some ago you have us an amazing ice cream analogy about the Targbros can you give us one about the Velargirls. I miss your writing soo much Im craving any crumb you give. Pretty , please :)

Thank you for the Ask! And good news: I recently finished the first draft of Chapter 10 of Compromise (Aemond’s POV of their last days in the Stepstones). I’m currently working on a draft of Chapter 11 (Luce’s POV the day the Targbros return to Westeros and visit Dragonstone). I will probably be able to revise and post Chapter 10 (currently 7k words) after I attend a convention this weekend.

That ice cream analogy was very fun, so I’m happy to do a girls’ version. :3

Jace is a scoop of homemade rose ice cream, presented in a nice crystal cup and garnished with petals and maybe even gold leaf. She is, after all, very concerned about appearances. And the presentation is so pretty that some people are afraid to touch/eat it, lest they ruin it. Rose—in addition to being her favorite flower—is, in my opinion, a not-too-sweet and delicate flavor that can be tricky to get just right. I specified homemade because it tends to melt faster than store-bought ice cream, and our poster girl for anxiety is often on the verge of a meltdown.

Luce is like cookies and cream, with a few sprinkles for appearance’s sake, though the main appeal is the actual ice cream. It’s a popular flavor, and most people have no objections to it at first glance. But then you take a bite and WHOOPS it turns out the sprinkles are secretly pop rocks. Surprise little explosion in your mouth, just like how Luce’s temper can go off. But some people are really into pop rocks, so some asshole stuck his finger into the ice cream container to try to deter other people from eating it. 👁️👄💎

For Joff, I googled “most controversial ice cream flavors” and went from there. I decided to go with tiger tail ice cream, which is orange ice cream with black licorice swirl. I have never had it before, but it’s described as an acquired taste. Joff is a bit of an acquired taste to the people around her, and the name “tiger tail” evokes a sense of fierceness that suits her. Also, because the flavor is so unpopular at this imaginary ice cream parlor, the one customer who really likes it has to custom order a batch and then he’s stuck eating that same gallon of ice cream for a year. Not that he’s complaining. 🦮

[themetaphorical]

Checks, Balances, and Ice Cream

The Rule of Order: Fraud & Ice Cream There is a judge who believes he can succeed—unchecked—at making decisions that exceed the authority of the President. He is so sure of himself that he has even started influencing the minds of others who also have an immediate say in the matter. Look at it this way: The judge says, “I want ice cream!” A couple of kids nearby hear that and chime in, “I want…

[thefugitivesaint]

I was cleansing my phone of lingering images taken here and there, in time and space, and came across this unfortunate incident from last year. It felt perfectly staged for capture by camera, the wake of a child's bad moment (perhaps, to get dramatic, their introduction to loss). I don't take many pictures with my phone because the camera is terrible but this one amused me. I felt for this kid though. I've dropped an ice cream cone once or twice (or thrice, I haven't been record keeping my frozen treat tragedies) and the experience is always shocking and disappointing. Wherever you are now kid, my heart goes out to you and may your future summers be free of such suffering.

[prompt-master]

I know that Haibara is a genuinely tragic character but also its so funny how often she sees something slightly tragic and goes "it's just like me fr"

[glimmerfander]

what should have been a normal cozy picnic ended up being a heated discussion about ice cream flavours 🧺🍦

(somebody save tori please)

[forestmossling]

this is… this is everything to me. this is one of the best things i’ve ever read in my entire life.

i know i usually talk about characterization and plot and shit like that in my posts but fuck that. not because any of those factors are in any way lacking in this fic, but because it honestly doesn’t matter half as much as pure emotional devastation of a very personal kind this brought me.

because i saw myself in this. i saw my every fear, every struggle, all the ugliest emotions i’ve ever felt about myself, all the times i thought about little me and absolutely fucking hated them for everything they were and all their parts that survived and made up who i am today. but this fic also healed this part of me, at least a little bit. reminded me of all the reasons i felt this way and how much i sometimes want to stop feeling that way. how much, however rarely, i sometimes want to hold my younger self and feed them our comfort food instead of shooting them in a dark alley. it reminded me that i was, in fact, just a child, and it was fucking unfair but i dealt with shit the best i could and if i feel like such a better person right now than i was then, it’s only because that kid, that teenager, that fledgling young adult really wanted to become what i am today and took the first horrifying steps to make it happen.

and well there was definitely sobbing and ugly crying and shaky breathing and blank staring at my ceiling contemplating my entire perception of my identity going on after i read this. and not only in the immediate aftermath but also like a couple of hours afterwards my mind just randomly wandered back to what i read and made me tear up a little bit. like. whatever. “for all you bitches asking why i kin jason todd” indeed. this felt like a gentle beautiful hug and also like a punch to the gut and i will be forever grateful for finding this fic. i want to print the entire thing and put in on my wall, for the times when i forget all the important things it reminds me about.

and this fic is also everything i love about fanfiction. the entire essence of what it means to me. the raw intimacy of seeing someone’s pain reflected in the story and finally feeling seen, because it’s your pain too. because you’re not alone in this and this person you know absolutely nothing about is holding your hand as you walk the same path they once did and showing you the way, or at least figuring it out alongside you.

i mean sure, whump and angst are cool, but have you ever sobbed like a little pathetic bitch because a character you see the most of yourself in is finally learning to be kind to themselves?

@doingthewritethings thank you so so much for writing this. this means more than any words can ever express. i don’t even want to rate this, because no number will ever be enough to reflect just how important this is to me. absolutely recommend, because whoever you are and whatever you went through, you might need to read this as much as i did.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55157617

(if the link isn’t linking it’s i’d tell them (put me back in it) by doingthewritethings on ao3)

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about Eddie and kitchens and cooking food and sitting down to eat it and how he sits next to women on a different side but opposite buck when they sit/ are at a table together and food is involved some how.

Because when eating with Ana he was at right angles to her

When eating with Marisol he was at right angles to her

When Taylor was at dinner she was also at right angles to Eddie

But when Buck is eating with Eddie - they sit opposite each other - as seen above and below!

bonus one I'm including because while they don't 'eat' food is being prepared and the fat they're opposite but at an angle to each other plays on the growing distance in the aftermath of the lightening strike

the other thing is we've never actually seen Eddie eat bucks food - the implication is there, but unlike with when Eddie (or the women cook) we don't actually see them eat - so eating Bucks cooking - when he's got that new (queer) lasagne right - thats gonna actually be symbolic!

[deadskullys]

[ahappydnp]

I KNOW they did the famous kissing picture in their costumes I need to see please let me innnnnnn

are you sure you want to be let in because there are no takesies backsies in the PPU

[howdoichooseablogname]

they found cotton candy ice cream 😭😭😭

i just want to cry. it was so sweet 😭😭😭

why did it take me this long to read ice cream before dinner???

[volamus]

i  think  volo  has  a  pretty  substantial  sweet  tooth,  but  he  was  never  able  to  indulge  it  as  frequently  as  he  wanted.  desserts  don't  exactly  make  for  practical  rations  while  traveling  and  tend  to  be  quite  expensive.  (  sugar  is  pricey.  )  what  options  he  did  have  access  to  were  also  fairly  limited  overall.  conversely,  in  the  modern  era  he's  practically  spoiled  for  choice  as  far  as  desserts  go  —  but  they  often  veer  so  much  sweeter  and  denser  and  overly  indulgent than anything he's accustomed to.  giving  volo  a  slice  of  cake  is  like  the  equivalent  of  handing  a  victorian  child  a  red  bull.

[presidenthades]

Just scratch the itch a little.

Is Daeron just like his brothers?

A yes or no answer is enough 🤤

I know you said just yes or no is fine, but the question didn’t feel that simple. I wanted to say “he’s just like his brothers in that they’re all ice creams, but they’re different flavors.” But I didn’t know if that made sense, so now I’m subjecting you to an overly long ice cream metaphor.

(^this was the least erotic ice cream GIF I could find on tumblr, just so you all know)

Aegon is like a sundae with all the toppings. The usual stuff like sprinkles and chocolate chips, but also weird toppings like hot sauce and potato chips. You look at it and go “wow that’s crazy, no one wants to eat that.” But at his core he’s a simple vanilla (made with real vanilla bean—vanilla done right is NOT boring, it is delicious and flavorful) who just wants to be appreciated instead of the throwaway flavor. (Translation: he can bring kinky stuff to the table, but as long as he’s cuddling with Jace he’s happy.)

Aemond is the opposite. He looks like a simple scoop of very dark chocolate that makes you think, “OK, intense with a hint of bitterness, I can handle it in moderation.” Then you take a bite and go “holy shit there’s A LOT of nuts hiding in here, how did I not see them before??” Then you realize the ice cream is also soaked in rum, and your plans for the night turn out very different. (Translation: he seems like a “missionary only” guy but actually has tons of crazy kinks, and Luce has never met a sweet she didn’t like.)

Daeron is like a cone of soft serve from a dual-flavor machine. One flavor is strawberry: how wholesome and refreshing! But the other flavor is something much more unusual, like black truffle. Joff is the person controlling the machine and deciding how much black truffle to infuse into the strawberry. Also she’s the one holding the cone so it doesn’t fall over and get wrecked. (Translation: Daeron is sweet and Prince Charming-ish by default, but Joff adds some craziness to him according to her preferences.)

In summary: the Targbros are all ice creams, and ice cream makes all the Velargirls happy in different ways. 🍦

[hyacinthi-mortem]

You taste like pomegranate seeds to me

Sweet, juice dripping from my lips, bursting on my tongue as I let whatever's left fall down my throat

All I want is more, sugar rushing to my brain, glazing eyes and thoughts in a syrupy haze

I'll take it all, handfuls at a time, craving and begging

Then it's bitter, acidic and sharp on my tongue, but still I'm addicted

Chasing the sweet sugar high I first felt, ripping and tearing to shreds as I consume all of you, lips and teeth stained red

A soured taste lingers, as I begin to walk away, there is nothing left for me to ruin, just bittersweet memories

I leave, needing more, wanting what's left; I can't stay away, addicted to the feelings you brought crashing down on me

In my absence I grow bitter, and you sweeten, waiting for my return

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Would I read a ten volume epic of literally any plot or worldbuilding you could come up with because I like your style that much? Yes. Am I also (let's be honest, mainly) here to nerd out over horny brain melting porn? Also yes! One is not lesser than the other!! Cake and frosting are great on their own but we're lucky enough to have them TOGETHER 😭

Lol, not the comparison I would have made, given that you guys are not getting any world building or plot unless I am writing porn. Porn is the heavy cream in the ice cream of my writing, everything else is a mix-in! Thanks for the sentiment, tho.

(Yes there is definitely a cum joke to be made here)

[sunshineandlyrics]

🍫🍨 Saoirse Monica Jackson is so funny