Category: Junior Literary

One of my favorite things to write is prose; specifically prose about emotion. I love to delve into my character’s feelings and try to write them with utmost detail, hoping to ignite those same feelings within the reader. I haven’t been able to write prose for a while due to other things capturing my attention, but while daydreaming, I came up with a prompt I’d love to share: getting a glimpse into a few experiences having ADHD. Or at least my version of ADHD- there’s plenty of different variants. I love looking into other people’s brains, but I have yet to find anything going into detail on neurodivergent OR neurotypical experiences. I’ve seen explanations, but not anything immersive, which makes sense. Explaining how brains feel is difficult. Still, though. I’ve figured: “Hey, if I can’t find anything, I can at least write my experiences instead!” So… here!

Keep in mind that everyone’s experiences are different, no matter what they have. I am one voice who speaks for one person: myself. 

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Overstimulation

You have so many things to do.

There’s a test in three days, laundry to do at home, a shower to take at home, a submission in a week, a math guide due tomorrow, pages to write, the fans are rumbling, you have to finish this painting, you didn’t know you had to paint two, there’s two paintings due tomorrow, your classmate is moving, the sketch won’t stay still, you have a test in three days, you have to study, you have to move classrooms, people are moving- the shuffling of chairs and art supplies fills your ears, but you can hardly hear the noise over your whirlpooling thoughts and the sight of your cluttered desk. There’s a bag of art supplies on the desk’s edge, a jug of paint water to your left, paintbrushes on paper towels to your right, a sketch in front of you, a painting in front of you, and you have to clean up. You have to move classrooms, like everyone else. You have to study for your test, you have a shower to take, you have to finish this painting, you have to finish another painting, so move, move, move, move, move. 

Your heart is beating so fast it feels nonexistent, screaming and bouncing and leaving nothing but a horrifically bright, prickly feeling in your chest as you scramble for your supplies. Cleaning up is such a simple task, and you’re already behind everyone else. Cleaning up is such a simple task, but you’re clumsy and trying to stop the feeling of your lips falling off, your eyes watering, and your tongue rolling. Everyone is doing fine. You have to clean off your paintbrushes, clean off your hands, the teacher is looking at you, your classmate is by the door, you have to throw way the paper towels, you have to move classrooms, you don’t have time to move classrooms, you have to finish  your painting, you have to take a shower, you hate showers until you get in them, you have to study for your test, your hands are shaking, you have to do your math guide, you have to finish your paintings, you have to move classrooms- the teacher calls for you to hurry up as you try to figure out how to fold your sketch. What do you do with all this supplies? Carry it? Leave it? The sketch won’t fold right, and you give the teacher a smile that you hope doesn’t look deranged. The crinkling sketch makes you want to scream; your lips feel like tiny balls of energy are exploding inside your flesh. The crinkly paper feels like it’s shaving off your fingertips and prying off your buzzing hands. You want to tear it to shreds and hit the table. Your chest feels like it isn’t there- like it’s just a gaping hole that’s serrated at the edges, sucking in your limbs and eyes and soul and filling them with prickles, prickles, prickles, FOLD, FOLD, FOLD. You shove the innocent, serene paper into your tools bag, wanting more than the sharp crumpling noise you get in return, but also wanting that noise to shut up.

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Daydreaming

It’s testing day in math class, and you’re on the fifth problem of twenty. You’re also off your ADHD medication, and while medication doesn’t solve everything, yours is pretty helpful. Not that it can help you now.

You know you need to finish the problem you’re working on, and you’re staring at the text, pencil in hand. What equation do you need to use? You read the text with furrowed brows, but the words slide across your eyelids like rain on a windowpane. You frown to yourself and try again. The words still slide, and, unbeknownst to you in the slightest, your thoughts slide with them. You stare blankly at the paper you’ve forgotten exists, imagining prose, dialogue, and interactions between your characters. You roll around some scenario that has to do with your special interest, thoroughly captivated by whatever you’ve created.

The inky forms of the text then swiftly fade back into your consciousness. You blink, maybe even jump a little bit- Oh, crap, you forgot about the test. How much time do you have left now? You need to solve this problem fast. You reread the text, having an easier time comprehending them, and move on to solving. Your special interest pops back up, and you end up imagining…

CURSES. You snap back into it again after an undetermined amount of time, still on the fifth problem of twenty. Your time concerns only grow, and you rush to finish the last of the problem- or at least, you try to. You think for too long on one section before you remind yourself of the time limit. You move onto the next problem, and it goes better. You circle your answer, look at the tiling on the floor, and you don’t realize yourself starting to think about…

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There are a lot of other experiences I could share, but this blog post can only be so long! Maybe I’ll write some more eventually. For whatever reason you read these, I hope you enjoyed! Second person is pretty fun to write in.

You know the drill.

1. Pretty Patties from Spongebob 

Mr. Krabs is such a hater for not giving these a proper chance. I don’t even care if they turned my feet orange or whatever. They look so good, I mean they’re not called pretty patties for no reason. 

2. Jelly Patty from Spongebob

 

I don’t know why but jellyfish jelly lathered on a Krabby Patty has always looked so good. This looks even better than a regular Krabby Patty, look at the size of that bite taken out the middle. 

3. These cakes from Nao Kai-Lan 

 

I desperately need a slice of all three of these cakes, especially the oreo one, it looks heavenly.

4. Chummy Joes from Spongebob 

 

I forgot what these were made out of if I am being honest but with the way that sea creature was swallowing these whole, I know they have to be good. Also in my opinion chum in general never looked that bad, like I’d eat an order of chum nuggets. 

5. Dumplings from Nao Kai-Lan

 

These dumplings give Kung fu Panda’s a run for their money, if they weren’t 2D I think they’d have KFP beat. The steam coming off them makes them look even more appetizing. I would sacrifice so much for just a bite of these. 

6. Sundaes from Spongebob

 

Just now realizing how much Spongebob has made it onto this list, I am starting to believe I have an obsession. To be completely transparent I am willing to eat almost anything from this show, but the way they make their ice cream look is unmatched in its appeal. I don’t even like cherries with my ice cream but I’d be willing to give it a shot. 

7. Salsa from Drake and Josh 

 

They were really putting in the work making this salsa, and although it got ruined by Meg I would still be willing to try a spoonful. Look at Josh’s apron and the way he’s handling the spoon I just KNOW it’s phenomenal. 

8. Peruvian Puff Pepper from Drake and Josh 

 

I know these were supposedly really spicy and almost impossible to eat but I think I could take it. I wouldn’t want to eat a whole pepper, just a slice, to see what all the ruckus was about. Apparently it’s also illegal so that increases my interest. 

9. Fat Cakes from ICarly 

 

On paper I would objectively hate these. I don’t like things that are overly sweet and I’m not huge on desserts and I imagine their marshmallow outside and their chocolate cake filling inside would make them far too sweet for me. They also have coconut shavings on top and I HATE coconut. So realistically these would not be for me but the way Sam ate these made them look so good. 

10. Jackson and Olivers Cheese and Jerky from Hannah Montana

 

They had lines upon lines of people waiting for these, I just want to understand the hype even though the cheese looks despicable.

 

So i wanted to do a Valentine theme blog since it’s coming up in a few days (of me writing this). I didn’t know what to do so I thought what if I talk about what I think some of my characters are going to be doing on valentine’s day.

– This is also to help me figure out more lore on them and their story 🙂 –

First I’m going to start with some of the couples. I kinda also want to practice writing more romantic scenes for my stories.

Ella & Blaise

These two are characters from the novel I’m currently writing. As of the point I’m writing the story they aren’t together, but they will by the end of it. I think these two would be spending Valentines Day in the forest having a picnic. Blaise was the one who planed everything from the spot they set up at to the food in the basket that he made himself. Ella thinks its really cute and enjoys every second with him even though she could feel the presents of the guards her father sent to watch over them even though she told him not to.

 

Zera & James

These two are from a story I was writing. I took a break from it and have changes a few things about their story, but this blog isn’t about that. So, with these two I feel the Zera wouldn’t even remember that it is Valentines Day, and when she finally does, she would feel like a bad girlfriend to James and try to make it up to him with an impromptu movie night, and even though it was last minute the two of them still have fun. James on the other hand knew that Zera would forget, but he still got her favorite candy and a new blanket for her, which they use to make a fort for their movie night.

 

Ok now I’m going to talk about some of the characters who would be with family/friends on this day.

 

Tarasios Tassi 

This is Zera’s father. He is a single dad to five kids, and since his wife has been gone, he spends Valentines Day with his kids, mainly just his sons but they all spend time together on this day. The hang around the house watching cheesy rom coms and sharing their favorite memories of the woman they lost so long ago.

 

Sage & Caze/ Blasio’s family  

These are Blaise’s parents. They are happily married and although they could spend Valentine’s Day with one another they choose to just have a family day with their kids. Being married for 27 years gave them enough time to be smother each other in love.

 

-I know the title probably doesn’t make sense, but I couldn’t think of anything clever. –

                                                           

  I feel like the most ferocious pain I felt when I was younger was caused by a wasp.  

  Hello lovelies, here’s a story time and some facts about a day I felt like I was dying.

First off, if you haven’t experienced a wasp sting then I’m really jealous of you, but then I also feel bad because the day you do get stung will be so horrible for you and like a wide awakening.

I was about 7 years old and was playing with my Monster High dolls on the living room floor, just minding my own business. I remember making them perform a cheerleading contest (best one ever by the way) when I rolled over to get up and I ended up feeling the harshest stabbing pain in my back. It was horrid, if I can describe it to you, I would say it felt like the pain when chomp down on your teeth when they’re hurting.  The pain was all in the nerves of my back, I literally wailed like a baby.  Then my sisters were over there panicking because they didn’t see anything or know what was wrong with me, I mean, I didn’t either, but they made it no better.  

I could feel the bump forming in the middle of my spine almost, my sisters literally had to carry me to my mom and put ice on my back.  They kept asking me what happened, and I kept telling them I didn’t know, and I started to explain what happened when we started hearing a loud buzzing noise coming from the other room.  My mom went to check it out and then she came back shaking her head and said: Welp, I’m sorry, it looks like we have a wasp situation. That was the day I discovered the enemy.  

                                    This is the John Wick of wasps.  

The Sphecius Speciosus 

These wasps are some big wasps, they can grow to about 2 inches and they’re mostly found in the Rocky Mountains. Now, I’m no bug expert nor am I a big lover of bugs, but I’ve learned some interesting things about these creatures, some from google and some information from YouTube.   Google says these wasps rarely harm people unless aggravated but they usually fly away when swatted at.  The Animalcorner.com also explains that “If handled roughly females will sting, males will jab with a sharp spine on the tip of their abdomen, and both sexes are well equipped to bite with their large jaws” and after that’s about it.  

Now, this Youtuber named Jordan Howlett a.k.a., jordan_the_stallion8 explains that they’re much more vicious than that.  He explains that from his research he learned that if you become rivals with these persistent bugs, it’ll be a problem.  The hornets can survive about 10 minutes fully submerged in water and if there’s even a drop of air in that water they can survive for weeks.  He also says they have photographic memory.  He claims there have been stories of people seeing these bugs camp outside of their houses waiting like assassins after encountering them.   They also allegedly report back to their colonies about any danger they come to face with, and that anger is a good thing because they’re supposed to live longer when they’re angry.  I don’t know, but the explanation sounds very interesting.  I mean, imagine if you were to get stung by one of these; what would you even do? 

Anyway, this is the wasp that stung me: 

Paper wasps 

These are the average house wasps.   Even though their stings hurt very painfully and cause irritations and swelling, they’re mostly harmless.  Paper wasps mostly just fly around and scrape wood from your house and outbuildings to make their nest.   I don’t know how one got into our house, or why it decided to sting me while I was making Clawdeen do flips, but it made me very upset.   

Ya’ll, I didn’t know where this blog was going, but thank you for trusting the process. 

For this blog, I was deciding whether to share another underrated band or share songs from my (sort of) classical playlist. So I chose this.  When I say classical, I don’t just mean Mozart, Bach, and Beethoven. I pretty much mean songs without words, or in some cases, really soothing songs in different languages.

I usually use this playlist while reading, or writing, because having other words in my head as I’m reading or writing can be difficult. So without any more to say here are my favorite (sort of) classical songs.

First off, the playlist is called Silent Dialogue. I named it that because I feel that songs without words can often tell a story. 

 

Starting from the bottom of the seven.

 

 

#7) Gnossienne No. 1 Erik Satie

This song gives off major antagonist vibes, and I always find it entertaining to listen to this when writing the dialogue of a villain in my story. It’s mainly piano, and quite slow, but it makes up for it by its dramatic atmosphere. 

#6) The Legend of Ashitaka Joe Hisaishi

This song is from my favorite Studio Ghibli movie, Princess Mononoke. It’s a wonderful masterpiece of string music. (I can’t tell which instruments, but if I had to guess, maybe cello, violin, and flute? I’m not sure. But all the same, it really is wonderful. 

#5) Just Give Me One More Day Alej 

 

I’ve mentioned this song before in a previous blog. It’s a magnificent piece on the piano which spirals and swirls leaving you with a sense of curiosity. I highly recommend this song to anyone who loves classical music. When reading, I often pick a song to read the entire book to, for instance, I read “The Shining” while listening to the Shining theme song. I read “The Giver” While listening to this song. 

#4) Where Is My Mind (piano version)  Your Movie Soundtrack 

This is a song turned classical, it used to be a low rock sort of song, but someone took the bass and turned it into a piano solo. Which in my opinion is so much better. I listened to this song a lot when I had a job in Hattiesburg, but it’s been a while since I listened to it on repeat. Still its one of my favorite songs on piano. 

#3)  The Princess Brandon Boone

I can’t begin to explain how amazing this song is. I could listen to this song on repeat for hours, and I have. It originally stems from a game called “Slay The Princess”. And Like the song, I could not recommend it enough. In the game, you have to literally decide to save or slay the princess. Sounds easy enough, but it’s infinitely more complicated the more you play. 

If you’re sensitive to blood and gore, I would advise caution before playing. 

#2) Dark Souls – Gwyn, Lord Of Cinder – Theme Song Geek Music 

Ok, this one might come across as surprising, but its a really good piano piece from a mind-boggling RPG game called Dark Souls. I’ve tried so many times to beat it, but I don’t have the skill. Still, I try.  But Dark souls has been known for their successful games throughout the years. 

#1) Mia & Sebastians Theme song – Piano Version Your Movie Soundtrack 

My #1 classical song changes from time to time, but currently, this song hits hard. I didn’t like the original, so I found one that was softer by an artist I already liked.  This song is more somber and soft, which makes for a good repeat song. And… Yeah, it’s from La La Land. Might be a little 

 

Thank you for reading. I adore classical music, and I hope to find more to share in the future. 

 

I love telling random stories. This might become a series. Enjoy.

My mom needs one of those bumper stickers that says, “please be patient student driver.” I have a perfectly good explanation for this, I promise. I actually have a story for this. I was in my kitchen looking at my fridge which is COVERED with fridge magnets that my mom has collected from all over the US and Canada, when my mom walked in. I don’t know why but the magnets reminded me of those student driver stickers. I looked from the fridge to my mom and said, “You need one of those student driver stickers for your car.” she looked at me confused and said, “What? No I don’t! I’m a great driver! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I then proceeded to remind her of a couple of different things. For example, I reminded her about how when she was teaching my brother, Thomas, to drive, she taught him in her jeep which is a stick-shift. She told him the clutch was the gas, the gas was the break, and the break was the clutch. After Thomas stalled the jeep a couple of times he asked my mom if he got the pedals tight. Her exact response was, “I don’t know, let me get in the driver’s seat and see.” 

Next, I reminded her of the time she and my brother came up here to Brookhaven for something and we went to one of the pizza places. My mom was driving my brother’s car which also happens to be a clutch. As my mom was backing out of the space, the car started to roll forward. This is normal, Thomas’ car does that. It rolls forward like three inches then backs up. Thomas, however, forgot about this and started panicking about how our mom was going to crash the car he just got. After a little bit of bantering my brother asked if he could drive. My mom was hangry and said something like, “Thomas, I’m already here and I’m hungry and tired. Let’s just go.” Thomas agreed with her for about 30 seconds before she started backing up. Thomas yelled at her to stop the car because she was about to crash into another car that was coming up behind us. That was a fun night. 

Next, I reminded her of the time she tried to teach me how to drive. She also got the pedals mixed up for me. I told her she was wrong because I already knew which pedals were which. She said something like, “Oh f*** off” I then started the jeep and put it into first great and started driving around an empty parking lot. She told me to go a little faster and go into second gear. I did. Then she told me to turn. I did. As soon as I turned she said, “WOW HOLY S*** SLOW DOWN!” me being me, I replied with, “Slow down?!? You told me to go that fast and then turn!”. 

Another story I reminded her of was when it was the summer before I went into 4th grade. For some reason my mom decided to go to Target which was 45 minutes away instead of Walmart which was 15. As we approached Target she kept talking to herself asking where the entrance to get into the parking lot was. I told her and pointed it out. She said that wasn’t it because it was too far away from the actual store. After about 6 trips around the block, lots of cursing (from my mom), and my mom telling me not to be a backseat driver, she finally took the turn I told her to. We arrived at Target shortly after. When we got there I said, “See, I told you so.” she replied with, “You’re grounded.”

Last but not least, I reminded her of the time when I was about three, we were leaving Hobby Lobby. We got into the jeep and she turned her head around to start backing out of the spot. She pressed the gas and the jeep went forward. She hit a lamp post. 

I ended my stories by saying to her, “You need one of those stickers.” She said, “I…Well…” and walked away in defeat.

Here is part 4 to the project that I am working, I currently have another blog in the works but due to just the insane amount of assignments I have this week I have decided to put in my fourth installation of this story that I have been writing for my blog. (Adding a note here, if y’all want me to keep adding to this pls tell me, I already have a few more installations ready) 

“Where the hell is everyone?” Otto uttered.

“What, there should be someone here” John muttered to himself

“I don’t know what’s going on but I’m sure as hell not going in there,” Otto said.

 

While their confused demeanor was one of a great extent it was not one that lasted very long, for as soon as they sat back, awaiting further instruction while simultaneously attempting to forget what had happened just minutes earlier, they heard a scream let out from inside the house.

“Someone please, help me.”  

 

These screams of distraught were low and raspy, yet the voices somehow boomed throughout the confines of the ambulance. An eerily similar voice to that of the one over the transmitter, even the static was still apparent, not from the radio but from the voice coming from the house.

“We have to go in, cmon” John stated abruptly, already climbing out of the ambulance 

 

“John I’m not going in ther-”

“GOD DAMMIT OTTO” John finally screamed. His exclamation left silence throughout the front seat. It was one of the few times that Otto had heard John raise his voice.

Neither spoke as they climbed out of the seats, swiftly closing the doors. Otto had never experienced such silence, the rain had suddenly and abruptly subsided sometime throughout that altercation , thunder had developed into nothing but a distant memory.

The steps of the porch had rotted, moss enveloped the corners of each rotten floorboard.

The remains of what seemed to be a rocking chair rested upon the porch, almost unrecognizable. The outside of the home was similar to that in that aspect. It was as if they had stepped on a carcass, a shell of what this home might have used to be.’

 

“How are we supposed to even get into here?” Otto whispered as they approached the chipped wooden door. However the moment that John pressed his hand against the rusted copper doorknob the front door creaked ajar. 

 

“No wonder someone got in here” otto muttered to himself. John swiftly nudged his elbow into Otto’s ribs, effectively silencing him.

Peeling, peeling, everything in the home was peeling, the dated floral wallpaper stained a deep yellow with brownish undertones. A once stoute leather armchair sat in the middle of the living room. It was left crumbling, The synthetic brown leather peeling from the arms and back of the padded giant. It was padded like the very floors that it sat on, the floors enveloped with a moldy cream colored carpet that spanned from wall to wall. It was as if stenches could pile.

 

“GO-GODDAMN IT OTTO” 

Otto turned to John abruptly, startled, “What the hell man?”

John was too startled to speak. His thoughts began to speak to him again.

“It sounded like me, it sounded exactly like me. What I just said, what the hell.”

“It wasn’t me” John said shakily 

The voice was not just similar, it was verbatim, neither of them spoke for a moment. Until it began to call out to the men again. 

“I’m not going in there” it called out.

“The attic” John said, quickly traversing to the second floor.

“Hell no the attic,” Otto replied

“Whatever” John said, finally tired of Otto’s unwillingness to do his job John finally climbed the final set of stairs.

The attic was cramped, dozens of boxes, stacked to the top of the low ceilings. John searched with caution, someone in such a small confined space would not be hard to find. Yet there was no one there.

For last week’s blog I told a bunch of random non-fictional short stories. This week, I’ll be doing the same.

1. One time, my blind dog, Mai Tai, walked off a sidewalk. Now, you may be wondering, “How is that funny?” I’ll tell you. My mom was walking her on the sidewalk right next to the beach. If you’ve ever been to the beach in MS you’ll know that there’s anywhere from a 1ft-3ft drop from the sidewalk to the sand. Mai Tai walked off the sidewalk and face planted into the sand. For the rest of her life she refused to go on another walk.
2. I used to have a dog named Corona and she was so weird. One time she was sitting on my parents bed (their bed was like 2.5ft off the ground) and she was trying to lick her butt. She fell off the bed trying to lick her butt. She also used to go under the house and for some reason she could like put her snout in an air duct that led to the kitchen (I guess there was a hole) and you could hear her sniffing around. One time (I was 3 or 4) I was in the kitchen and she was under the house, I called out to her and she came to the air vent sniffing away. I shook pepper down the air vent. She started sneezing. This was after I put salt in my chocolate milk and drank it.
   1. My mom named her Corona because she was the same color as the beer. My mom is weird. My other dog, Mai Tai. Her name is an alcoholic drink.
3. I used to have a dog named Clouseau. That’s pronounced like clue so. Little side story, at this point in time we also had a dog named Coffee (he was the color of Coffee. My brother named him. What is up with these names??) and coffee would dig a lot of holes in the yard. To fix this problem, my dad set up an electric fence. The fence scared Coffee. The fence was scared of Clouseau. Clouseau would stand right up against the fence so it was shocking him. He did this all the time. He liked it. He was weird.
4. I used to have a dog named Clarence. Clarence was weird. One time I was chasing Clarence through the house and he was running so fast he literally ripped up a threshold board. Another time I heard a weird noise coming from the living room while I was in the kitchen. I walked into the living room. I found Clarence chewing on an electrical outlet.
5. I have a dog named Roo and she is an absolute a** ****. She’s so rude. She literally plots against you. I swear to god, one day she will take over the world. She will enslave the human race and probably also my brother’s dog. Well anyway, one time I let the dogs outside at around 3am. I had to watch the dogs to make sure they wouldn’t run away because there was a hole in the fence. Little side story, my dog likes to mess with bugs. Anyway, I saw Roo like batting and nipping at the ground and I was like, “there she goes eating bugs again.” Wrong. I then saw this small lump on the ground and thought to myself, “Ah frick, she’s trying to eat a frog.” (we had a LOT of frogs and she would chase them sometimes) I thn proceeded to go get her away from the from because I didn’t want her eating it and getting sick. As I get closer I see her launch this frog thats for whatever reason, tied to a string, across the yard. (she likes to throw things) As I’m watching this frog on a string fly through the air, I noticed a few things. 1. The frog was furry. 2. The frog was grey. 3. The “string” was a tail. 4. The frog was a rat. My dog launched a rat across the yard. She has done this multiple times.

I adore bugs. Their biology is incredibly interesting, they’re the most populous creature on the planet, they look almost alien, and they are incredibly important parts of the environment. Bugs are absolutely incredible, and I love them for it.

Past me, however, disagrees. Bugs are terrifying little critters for reasons past me can’t explain. Their twitching wings and spindly legs make past me want to scream. Their compound eyes and clicking mouths are worth past me’s tears. Is there a house fly stuck in the blinds? Time to move location. Is there a cockroach in the bedroom? Time to sleep on the couch.

That last one was actually rather recent in the grand scheme of things- it happened in 2023. So, question: how on earth am I not afraid of bugs anymore?

The answer: I’m still afraid of bugs, but I’m working on it. My fear has been steadily declining. One of my life goals is to be able to hold a bug.

I wish I could give a detailed, step-by-step walkthrough of this me-metamorphosis, but memory is a murky thing. I know the driving factor in this change of heart was realizing just how amazing bugs are. Instead of thinking of them as little pests, I recognized them for the important roles they play in the cycle of life. I’m much more into weird things now than I was in the past, too, and what’s more whacky than bugs? There are some absolutely crazy bugs out there. 

There are also bugs that are strikingly beautiful!

The more I learned about bugs, the more interested in them I became. Perhaps knowing more about them lessened my fear? Maybe learning about other fears of mine will make me less afraid of them, too. Not all of my fears are as cool as little critters, though.

Whenever I think about this bug-loving journey I’m on, it reminds me of all the other ways I’ve changed, and the ways I’m still changing. With humans, I don’t think there’s an end to our metamorphosis as a whole. I think parts of us go through metamorphosis at different times, then go through the cycle again. Though maybe that opinion itself will go through metamorphosis in the future. What does it feel like to emerge from a cocoon, anyhow?

Today I will be listing the foods from different shows that I would do unmentionable things for a maursel of. In no specific order. 

 Fizzy Pop from Wow-Wow-Wubzy

I have wanted to sip on this since I was little. I don’t know if it’s the shape of the bottle but something about it looks so refreshing.

 Tiana’s Gumbo from Princess and the Frog

 

I feel like everyone talks about Tiana’s Beignets and I can assure you they’re definitely on the list but I feel like her gumbo is the underdog. It looks scrumptious and when she put that hot sauce in it, I was salivating. 

 Tiana’s Beignets from Princess and the Frog

Y’all knew this was coming, I mean lets be serious…everyone and their mom wants a bite of one of these. Especially the scene where that man was eating them dressed as a donkey. He made them look obscenely appetizing. 

 The Smoothies from Fresh Beat Band

 

I don’t even really like smoothies but it’s something about these that if you put them in front of me they wouldn’t be safe. 

 Angus’s Buffet from Ant Farm

 

I need everything in front of him, just looking at this picture is making me hungry. The way he was eating it in the episode made it look so good. Everytime I see that episode I get jealous.

Cookies from Rugrats

 

These cookies better be good with the way she was acting over them. She was about ready to exterminate every other human in her way for these cookies.

 Candace’s Grilled Cheese from Phineas and Ferb

 

Just look at that grilled cheese, lactose intolerance be damned I need that grilled cheese. 

 Dr Doofenshmirtz Wings from Phineas and Ferb

 

This remains one of my favorite Phineas and Ferb episodes and I’m 85% sure it’s because of these wings. Even with the way they were messing with his stomach they seemed worth it. 

 Dumplings from Kung Fu Panda

 

I know that these not only probably taste like heaven but I bet the texture of these are sensory heaven. I’d give anything to just bite into it, I don’t even know what’s in it and it doesn’t matter.

 Ally’s Favorite Ice Cream from Austin and Ally

 

I usually hate mint flavored desserts, but with the way Ally was eating this right out of the tub and was willing to smuggle it out of the freezer it has to be good

Spencer’s Spaghetti Tacos from ICarly

 

He made these too regularly for them to be nasty. The spaghetti alone doesn’t even look too appealing but for some reason everything changes. And the way they’d all gather around the table to eat them like they were fine dining.