#National Cotton Candy Day

[floridaboiler]

NATIONAL COTTON CANDY DAY!!! It’s National Cotton Candy Day! From the sweet, sugary taste to the soft, fluffy texture that melts in your mouth, what's not to love about cotton candy? William Morrison and John C. Warton invented cotton candy in 1897, but didn’t introduce it to the public until the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis. It was an instant success and sold for 25 cents, half the cost of the admission to the event!

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[ami-ven]

Happy National Cotton Candy Day!

[rabbitcruiser]

National Cotton Candy Day  

Today celebrates cotton candy, a popular confection at fairs,  circuses, and amusement parks, that is almost all sugar. There is some  indication that cotton candy originated from “spun sugar” in Europe in  the 19th century. But, the story and creation of machine-spun cotton  candy as we know it goes back to a handful of people at the turn of the  20th century, some of whom were, ironically, dentists. In 1897,  confectioner John C. Wharton and dentist William Morrison invented the  electric-spinning cotton candy machine, which they filed a patent for. At the 1904 World’s Fair, The Louisiana Purchase Exposition  in St. Louis, they introduced their confection as “fairy floss.” They  sold more than 68,000 boxes of their treat, at 25 cents a box, for a  total of more than $17,000. Similarly, Thomas Patton also experimented  in heating sugar to create cotton candy. His creation debuted at the  Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus around 1900. Some sources  conflate the Patton story with the Wharton and Morrison story, and some  also claim it was Patton’s machine that was used at the World’s Fair,  after it was tweaked by the Electric Candy Machine Company. Whatever the  case, it is clear that cotton candy debuted sometime around the turn of  the 20th century.

Although the confection had been created, it did not yet have the  name cotton candy. Another dentist, Josef Lascaux, built a machine and  sold the treat to patients in his Louisiana office. It is believed that  he is the one that changed the name to “cotton candy,” in 1921. In 1949,  Gold Medal Products  created an improved cotton candy machine that had a spring base, and  most cotton candy machines are still made by this company today. Cotton candy machines are operated  by putting a sugar called floss sugar into a small spinning bowl which  heats it up. As it spins and heats, it gets pulled out into a larger  outer bowl by centrifugal force, where it solidifies in the air, and is  caught by a stick or cone. Although cotton candy consists almost  entirely of sugar, it is now most times flavored and colored, with two  of the most popular varieties being blue raspberry and pink vanilla.

How to Observe National Cotton Candy Day

Celebrate the day by eating cotton candy. Oftentimes it can be bought premade at a store. Although most commercial cotton candy machines are quite expensive, those for everyday residential use are not. You could celebrate the day by buying one and making your own cotton candy.

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[murderousink23]

12/07/2023 is Day of the Little Candles 🕯🇨🇴, National Cotton Candy Day 🇺🇲, National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day 🇺🇲, International Civil Aviation Day 🛩🇺🇳

[subby-sab]

Today is 7th of December.

Today is National Letter Writing Day, Happy Hanukkah, National Cotton Candy Day.

[missacensnakelover]

Ivy with the Barbie Movie ice cream here!

Made by me! (x)

[hritika13-tamboli]

Jeon Jungkook Fic Rec List 3....

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Series :

Code of conduct || mafia!jungkook x fem!reader | mafia au || @go1denjeon

Summary : jeon jungkook lived by a certain code: never associate yourself with the mins but when he set his eyes on you, he may just have to break it.

My love is here || jungkook x f reader | best friend au | unrequitedlove au || @solemnreads

Summary : "You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened."

Candles and flames || Jungkook x reader royal!au || @taegularities

Summary: wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Down bad || bad boy! jungkook x fem! reader | college au || @2hightocare

Summary : Despite undeniable chemistry, your guys’ relationship remains undefined, caught between playful teasing to deeper, unspoken longing.

Curse me foolish Destiny || beast! jungkook x fairy! Reader | beauty and the beast au || @dat-town

Summary : Once upon a time there was an arrogant king warning a proud princess that both of their nations would lose this war if they didn’t cooperate. What an irony that after all the mistakes he made, he was right about this.

Your eyes tell || artist jungkook x lawyer reader | soulmate au | lawyer au || @angellesword

Summary : You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

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One-shot :

This mortal coil || Alpha!Jungkook x Unspecified Wolf!Reader | werewolf au || @jinfizz

Summary: Some might say that being in love with your best friend is the single worst thing that can happen to you. That’s the least of your problems, though, because you’re still waiting to find your fated mate, you’re not getting any younger, and Jungkook is painfully, tragically human. Little do you know, your laundry list of problems is about to get a little bit longer–because there’s more to Jungkook than meets the eye.

Lost and found || Jungkook x reader | unrequited love au || @kooktrash

Summary : your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

Silent treatment || Jungkook x reader | Established relationship au || @thebangtancloud

Summary : You ruin the surprise he has planned for you and it's entirely his fault. Alternatively, Jungkook's silent treatment backfires terribly.

Cotton candy || werewolf!jungkook x witch!reader | werewolf au || @velocitae

Summary : your lure for fairies turned out to be a soulmate potion and you accidentally used it on a werewolf.

Melomaniac : Part 1 - Part 2 || Two-shot | punk!jungkook x reader | band au || @jungkxook

Summary : you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he’s in love with you too.

Easy || Jungkook x reader | college!au |fuckboy!au | bet!trope || @itsamejin

Summary : Date you, win a bet, get his rent paid off. Sounds promising enough, right? Jungkook should’ve known that his ambitions would end in disaster, but even if he did, that still wouldn’t have stopped him from pursuing you.

Seven storms || Jungkook x reader | forbidden love au || @wintaerbaer

Summary : As a young woman of considerable wealth, it has always been your father's expectation that you would marry one of the local aristocrats once you came of age. Your family's stable hand? Certainly not an option.

Fifth wish || Jungkook x reader | unrequited love au | bodyguard au || @jiminrings

Summary : jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead?

Wishing for you || Two-shot | Jungkook x reader | Established relationship au || @kookiestarlight

Summary : you and your husband decide to finally start trying for a baby. It should be easy enough, you thought. But it turns out getting pregnant is a lot harder than you expected.

Not so bossy || d1 soccer player!jungkook x reader | soccer au | Established relationship au || @jungkookschin

Summary : An irksome feeling infests Jungkook's system when his girlfriend lets him know that she can't meet up after not seeing him for three weeks.

Babbling curse || Slytherin jungkook x Gryffindor reader | hogwarts au || @btsinned

Summary : Jungkook and Y/N, rivals at Hogwarts, made a daring bet: loser of the upcoming Quidditch match faces the Babbling Curse, exposing their darkest secret.

Lucky number 7 || husbandJK x wifeOC named Siri | cheating au || @smoljimjim

Summary : The seven year itch has hit Jungkook. It hit him so bad, he did the unthinkable to his wife, Siri. How will Siri handle it?

Fall back in love || Jungkook x reader | childhood best friend au || @bukguhope

Summary : jungkook somehow grew a reputation of sleeping around on campus, leaving him lonely and inexperienced with relationships. so when you, his old childhood best friend moves onto campus, he discovers what a relationship can feel like as he finds himself falling in love with you

Falling || Photographer jungkook x reader | soulmate au | college au || @starshapedkookie

Summary: a person who is bound to another through the strongest  level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm. 

[bloodygnqv]

Oh Say Can You See

John Price x fem reader

cw: smut!! minors dni!, size difference (reader is described as small but dw there’s no infantilization), uuuh i think that’s it??

A/N: fuck the national anthem it’s a lana song. it’s been a while since i’ve written smut hope you enjoy anyway bless you all xx 🙏🏻

“Are you okay, love?” John asks you from where you’re laying on your side.

He’s all warmth and comfort, musk and tobacco and leather, a stark contrast between the feminine fruits and spring flowers and candy you enjoy wearing.

His voice is a quiet rumble, the crackle of a fireplace, the roar of an engine, the step on snow.

“Mhm, yeah,” you reply, sleepy and pliant, “Just really missed you.”

John lays on his side as well, cuddling you from behind. He’s always been the bigger spoon, arms and hands so large, so strong he can fully wrap them around your waist, cup your breasts in his palms, keep you to himself. His greed for you and your affection lodges in his throat.

You can feel him hardening against your back, and you stifle a small smile. “Go ahead, John, I’ve been waiting all day,” you whisper, your own desire sparkling in your belly, black milk and rose red and the veil of longing.

“God, you’re soaking. That needy pussy just needs some attention, huh?” His fingers slide against your slit gently as you whimper an affirmative and lift your leg a bit to give him access.

“I can take you, John, really, you can just slide in,” you mumble, stroking at his thigh greedily.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? You’re so small and I haven’t prepped you, you know it might hurt…”

Concern laces his voice like poison ivy. It almost makes you melt — he’s always been like this from the moment you two got together, soft care and love so strong it almost suffocates you.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I played with myself earlier..”

“Okay then,” he permits. He taps the head of his dick over your pussy, still not going in, syrupy whines escaping your throat.

And then his cock notches at your leaky entrance, slowly going in, and every little nag and annoying pesky thought hide somewhere in the back of your head.

“Oh,” you gasp and look down to where you two are connected.

John isn’t very long, but he’s thick, thick enough that you feel the stretch every single time you have sex. He carves out a place for himself in you, Galatea and Pygmalion, gentle marble across your legs (his large hands completely envelop the expanse of your thighs, leaving galaxy marks in his wake).

“Yeah,” John breathes, heavy, grunting out a response, “That’s it. Almost there, love, you can take it. Shit, you’re tight…”

You mewl, hands scraping for purchase against the duvet as he runs his fingers through your hair, his beard tickling your neck, whispering cotton candy filth in your ear. You know he’s already pushed in as you feel his heavy balls snug against your ass.

“There you go. Feels good, eh?”

“It does,” you whimper. There’s the slightest touch of too much, tiniest specks of pain, but they’re quickly chased away by the time John starts thrusting lazily. You’re not gonna last long, and if John’s satisfied grunts are anything to go by, he isn’t, either.

You grab his thick arm from where it’s perched over the gentle curve of your waist, delicate wrist teasing the underside of his palm and intertwining your fingers.

You’ve never felt more at home. You’re exactly where you need and want to be, ballad-like moans and late comfortable nights, devoted eyes and lust as a virtue. John’s filling you up just right, quenching the thirst that has simmered in you all day, pushing you off the edge.

John’s other hand reaches around and starts playing with your clit, just enough pressure in circles to bring you over the edge. He always goes the extra mile when it comes to expressing his love through pleasure, making your legs shake, newborn fawn, you are, seeing constellations and new planets beneath your eyelids.

“I’m gonna cum,” you murmur.

“Go ahead, baby. I missed you so, so much, my beautiful girl,” John rasps, peppering small kisses on the canvas of your neck.

There it is — the explosion of feeling and love and pleasure in your tummy, crawling down your legs and up your arms, making you moan and fist the sheet under your body.

Your orgasm pushes John to the edge, and you can feel his spend spilling in the crevice of your cunt, loud groans echoing in the corners of your ears, arms tightening around your small frame. That’s his favorite place to cum in, warm velvet around him, all that love that burns like a motor in his skin.

John pulls out slowly and lovingly cleans you up as your consciousness slips away from you. It’s been a long, long day, and the great sex is but your favorite way to release tension and put you in that space between wake and sleep.

The afterglow sneaks its way in your vein as you lay across John’s thick, hairy chest and close your eyes. This is your favorite time of day, all warm and snug and happy.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

His caress always feels like a blanket, a balm to soothe your wounds, a hazy morning dream you don’t want to wake up. It makes you all the more grateful, lying with the man you love in a space you two made.

[dearobinchwan]

𝓖𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓬𝓮

Character : Ace & fem.reader

c.w : just pure fluff with our national golden retriever.

With both of you being busy and exhausted, Ace came up with the idea of an amusement park date. He knew that you both loved the thrill of roller coasters and the excitement of carnival games, and he thought it would be a fun way to relax and de-stress.

You were skeptical at first. You were both so tired, and you didn't know if you had the energy to run around an amusement park all day. But Ace was persuasive (how can you say no to this man ?), and he eventually convinced you.

On the day of your date, you woke up early and got dressed. You wanted to look good for your man, even though you were both going to be sweating and covered in sugar from all the rides and snacks.

When you arrived at the amusement park, Ace was already there waiting for you. He had big bags of cotton candy in each hand, and he gave you one as soon as you saw him.

You and Ace will ride every roller coaster in the park and scream your lungs out. You'll start with the tame ones, just to warm up. But then you'll move on to the big ones, the ones that make your heart race and your palms sweat. You'll laugh and scream and hold on to each other for dear life as you race through the loops and corkscrews.

After this, you and Ace will call Luffy and Sabo to tease them about not being there.

“Hey Luffy !” Ace says, “you're missing out on an amazing day. We're at the amusement park, riding all the roller coasters and eating all the junk food.”

“Sounds like a blast” Luffy says. “But I'm having my own kind of fun. I'm eating all the meat!”

“Yeah, right” Ace says. “You're probably just sitting at home, watching anime and eating chips.”

“Oi!” Luffy replies. “I'm not that lazy.”

“Sure you're not,” Ace says. “But whatever you're doing, you're missing out on a great time.”

Ace then calls Sabo and tells him the same thing. Sabo says that he's busy with work (as usual), but he wishes he could be there.

You spent the whole day riding roller coasters and playing carnival games. You laughed until your sides hurt, and felt like a kid again.

At the end of your journey, Ace will convince you to ride the big wheel. You're a little nervous, but Ace assures you that it will be fun.

As the gondola begins to move upwards, you feel your heart pounding in your chest. You look out the window and see the amusement park growing smaller and smaller below you. You can see all the rides and games, and the people milling about.

Ace turns to you and smiles. “It's beautiful, isn't it?” he asks.

You nod. “It is,”.

You continue to ascend, until you're at the top of the big wheel. The gondola sways gently in the breeze, and you can feel the warmth of Ace's body next to you.

You look out at the view. The city lights stretch out before you, sparkling like diamonds. You can see the river winding its way through the city, and the mountains in the distance.

“It's breathtaking,” you say.

Ace's arm, strong and steady, wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. His eyes, deep pools of desire, held yours captive, their intensity making your breath catch in your throat.

As his face inched closer, you felt the warmth of his breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His lips, soft and inviting, met yours in a searing kiss that ignited a fire within you.

The kiss was a symphony of passion, a dance of tongues that explored the depths of each other's souls. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the connection that was rapidly igniting into something more profound.

Time seemed to melt away, the sounds of the amusement park fading into a distant hum as you lost yourselves in the world of each other's touch. His kisses were intoxicating, a blend of tenderness and desire that made your heart race and your legs turn to jelly.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were ablaze with passion, his lips swollen and tempting. You gazed back at him, your own heart pounding in your chest, a smile playing on your lips.

“I love you, princess” Ace says.

“I love you too, so much” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

You leaned in again, your lips seeking his once more, and the kiss that followed was even more passionate than the first. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss that expressed the unspoken love that burned between you. As the gondola began its descent back to earth, you pulled away, breathless and flushed.

At the end of the day, you were both exhausted, but you were also incredibly happy. You had spent the entire day with the person you adored, doing the things you both loved. And that was the best part of all.

As you and Ace walked hand-in-hand out of the amusement park, you looked back at all the rides and games you had experienced together. You couldn't believe how much fun you had.

“I'm so glad you convinced me to come here,” you said to Ace. “This was the best date ever.”

Ace smiled and kissed your forehead. “I'm glad you liked it,” he said. “I knew it would be the perfect way for us to relax and have some fun.”

You and Ace continued walking, your arms still linked. You talked about all the rides you had been on and the games you had played. You knew that no matter what challenges life threw your way, you would always have each other.

And that was the most important thing of all.

[nepotisim]

THANK YOU @fl0ptrait FOR THE TAG! <3

Real Name: Cyxx Aries Seed

Alias: Cyxx

Gender: Male

Star Sign: Capricorn

Height: 6'0''

Nationality/Ethnicity: TBD [not sure yet]

Favorite Fruit: Cotton Candy Grapes

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Flower: Lotus

Favorite Scent: Coffee and baked goods

Coffee/Tea/Hot Cocoa: Coffee

Average hours of sleep: Usually 4, 5 on a good day.

Dogs/Cats: Cats

Dream Vacation: A Trip to Amsterdam! 🍃

Number of Blankets: Just One. He wants to be cozy, not baked.

Random Fact: He was born blind in his left eye, the scar is unrelated.

I'm tagging @nomieindecisi @bri-rawr @vampiremilfs @elderwisp @cloudellesims @shandykey @kosmokhaos @cavernsofdarkness and anyone else! There's too many of y'all!

[floridaboiler]

NATIONAL COTTON CANDY DAY!!! It’s National Cotton Candy Day! From the sweet, sugary taste to the soft, fluffy texture that melts in your mouth, what's not to love about cotton candy? William Morrison and John C. Warton invented cotton candy in 1897, but didn’t introduce it to the public until the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis. It was an instant success and sold for 25 cents, half the cost of the admission to the event!

Source - https://mewe.com/p/bikinisummer

some sites claim it is July 31, and others say December 7

[nkogneatho]

˚｡୨♡୧ ˚｡ 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀 𝑩𝑼𝑻...

@osamwah is caring like an angel

@xoxokirby is as sweet as cotton candy

@yuujispinkhair reminds me of swans in love

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi is that friend who cheers you on no matter how shitty life is

@mikage-rehoe is so cat coded i love it

@kitashousewife brings me peace like the greenest field

@saenora is an art made by god that he cherishes

@qichun reminds me of berries. epecially blueberries they are my favorite.

@tetzoro reminds me of the Valentine's because everytime i look at her, she is always filled with so much love and joy

@cosmicstarlatte is my favorite grape soda because she's sweet and tangy all at once

@sugumimi is as pretty as those white ribbons i always tie my hair with

@dabisqueen reminds me of thunderbolt. she is strong and so bright. she brings me strength.

@zorosdimples is a clover because i feel like everyone gets lucky when she appears on dash

@canwenotdothis is my favorite banana and avocado sock that i show off to everyone

@driaswrld is my favorite song who's melody makes me hop and dance

@devoti is my favorite orange cat because she is so unpredictable and unhinged but a sweet little thing

@papersirens is the comic book on my shelf that i rarely read but always admire the art of

@sachiyoh is my favorite milktea boba

@gojoest reminds me of the cerulean blue of gojo's eyes

@rizzmin is the blood you i suck off my loved ones when they're hurt

@snowberi is the prettiest sunset ever

@fuyuaika reminds me so much of pretty tulips i see down the flowershop

@kentoangel reminds of the cute clouds in a clear sky

@strawberrystepmom is fall season and everything autumn related.

@doobea is my favorite plushie

@half-baked-biscuit is my favorite holiday festival

@linpunny is a sweet and sour neon pink candy floss

@margumis is my favorite sentence that i draw hearts around in my book

@yuta-nation is as comforting as my winter sweater

@princess-okkotsu reminds me of saturn

@dreadsuitsamus is my favorite laugh and joy

@vagabond-umlaut is the castle built on a foundation of belongingness

@renhoeku is as strong and pretty as the ring around jupiter

@elusivemoon is blue hour on a chilly night

@bluberrimuffintop is rose quartz crystal

@ringasm reminds me of the constellations in a night sky

@sleepy3 reminds be of the color lilac

@moshimochis is a vanilla icecream that brings me comfort after a hectic day

@shoyostar is a planet that rains diamonds

@oreo-creampie is my favorite dark academia aesthetic

@gojo-mochi is my favorite sweet shop to visit

@nyimasu is a cherry wine giving me company on a lonely night

@moonlit-mizukage reminds me of rain

@vampgloss is the prettiest butterfly i have ever seen

@deskaisers reminds me of stargazing

@eros-lives is the night club i love going to

@benkeibear is my favorite cute lil hamster

@unknownspecies is a tiger shark

[rabbitcruiser]

National Cotton Candy Day 

Head over to your local funfair for an airy, spun-sugar treat or whip up creative cakes and cocktails like cotton candy cupcakes and fairy floss martinis.

There exists in the world small clouds of utter delight, floating multicolored strands of spun-sugar all wrapped around a stick or served in a bag. Everything from the machine the produces this treat, to the men and women who operate it, and the very flavor it leaves in your mouth is purely magical.

When a treat has gained notoriety around the world and utterly defines what it means to attend a country fair, you know that it deserves a holiday of its very own. That’s where National Cotton Candy Day comes in, celebrating this best of the bestest treats!

Learn more about National Cotton Candy Day

Do you have a sweet tooth? If so, you’re going to love National Cotton Candy Day! You may think that the only type of people who don’t love National Cotton Candy Day is the dentists of the world! However, you may be surprised to learn that it was dentists who invented cotton candy, to begin with. Back in the day, it was known as fairy floss. Today, it is the go-to snack when going to a county fair. For most people, their childhood memories would simply be incomplete without this sugary delightful treat.

There are a number of different reasons why we can’t seem to get enough of candy floss! The main reason is that candy floss is essentially made from sugar, with the dye simply transforming the appearance of it. Who doesn’t like sugar? Another reason why we love candy floss is because of the appearance of it! It has a fun and exciting image. Did you know, though, that a cotton candy thread is thinner than a strand of human hair? Just because candy floss is thin does not mean it cannot be long. The longest cotton candy stretch over 1,400 meters. It was created back in July of 2009.

You may also be surprised to learn that cotton candy has different names all around the world. We love the name it has in France: barbe à papa. This means papa’s beard. It is known as suikerspin in the Netherlands, which means sugar spider. In Finland and Australia, it is still known as fairy floss. Moreover, in the UK, it is called candy floss, rather than cotton candy. If you are going to make your own cotton candy on this day, you may even want to come up with your own name for it!

History of National Cotton Candy Day

The history of National Cotton Candy Day is, quite simply, the history of cotton candy itself, and to find that history we’re going to have to dig a bit deeper than you might imagine. Unsurprising considering the number of names that the treat itself is known by, including candy cobwebs, hawai mithai, candy floss, and our personal favorite, fairy floss. So what are the origins of this treat? Well, it all depends on who you ask.

Cotton Candy is often suggested to have come into existence as a form of spun sugar in 19th century Europe, and back then it would have been as precious as gold. While today’s technology allows us to produce cotton candy with a simple machine and a little time, the process would have been incredibly labor-intensive and no doubt expensive, leaving Cotton Candy as the treat of the financial elite. Unsurprising considering that it was hand-spun at the time… Yes, you heard that right, by hand.

In 1897 the world of spun-sugar came to the masses when John C. Wharton and a dentist friend of his William Morrison (we’ll let you take a moment to suck in that irony) created a machine to make Cotton Candy and presented it at the 1904 World’s Fair. Since then it has exploded throughout the world and can be found in almost every culture you can imagine, from America to the Distant East.

How to celebrate National Cotton Candy Day

Celebrate National Cotton Candy Day by getting your favorite flavor and sharing it with friends. Ok, we’re just kidding, don’t share it, just eat it up until you can’t eat another bite, and write your dentist an apology note. Or, given that a dentist invented it, perhaps it’s you who deserves the apology note, hmm?

There are so many fun activities that you can try on National Cotton Candy Day. Of course, the goal is to always eat some cotton candy! But how about making your own? There are a lot of great recipes online that you can follow. Typically, you are going to need some food coloring, flavored extract such as raspberry extract, salt, water, corn syrup, and sugar. Recipes can differ, but these are the sort of ingredients you are going to need. You can have fun experimenting with your own candy floss recipes, and even more fun when you eat them afterward.

There are lots of exciting dessert recipes that call for the use of candy floss as well. This includes everything from cotton candy s’mores to cotton candy donuts and cupcakes! Sounds pretty delicious, right? The suggestions don’t end there either! You can make fairy floss whoopie pies, fairy floss ice cream sundaes, and much more!

Or, how about creating your own candy floss cocktail? There are lots of delicious options here too! This includes cotton candy champagne cocktails, prosecco and gin candy floss cocktails, and fairy floss martinis. There is something for everyone. Plus, if you are having friends around these sorts of drinks are certainly going to impress.

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[alectoperdita]

Fanfiction: The Cleat Chasing Job (9688 words) by Alecto

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kaiba Seto Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Leverage Fusion, Aged-Up Character(s), Developing Relationship, Baseball, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Roleplay, Dirty Talk, Writing on the Body, Object Insertion, Scent Kink, Feminization, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Creampie, Sex Toys, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Wet & Messy

Series: Part 7 of Bad guys have more fun

Summary:

Months ago, Jounouchi enjoyed a brief stint as the rising star of a minor league baseball team. It was for a job, and he'd nearly forgotten about it until he dug up a fan jersey from the depths of Seto's closet. No reason they can't have a little fun with it.

This one's dedicated to @unfriendlyamazon, who really helped me take this idea and run with it. <3

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Seto pulled a face. Metal clunked as he sagged against the locker. "Baseball's still boring."

Aghast, Jounouchi jabbed an accusatory finger at the other man. "You did not just call our national pastime boring."

"Well, it is," insisted Seto. "It's boring, and so long. And it's hot out there."

That last complaint came as a surprise. Turns out Seto was not as unmoved by the sub-tropical heat as he appeared.

Jounouchi slammed the locker shut, another nothing burger, and climbed to his feet.

Upon closer examination, Seto didn't stand as straight or tall as he usually did. He was slumped as if in a sulk. He also didn't sport a touch of leather for once, choosing more breathable cotton, though his jeans were as skinny as always. It was probably his concession to the weather. His brow even boasted a few dots of sweat.

At this hour of the day, the locker room itself resembled a sauna.

Acting on reflex, Jounouchi tugged at the hem of his player's jersey several times to cool himself. When it barely helped, he yanked it up to wipe the sweat accumulating on his forehead. He dropped it to find Seto staring intensely at him, leering eyes drifting back and forth between Jounouchi's collar and beltline. His skin crawled. It was as if the hacker was undressing him with his eyes.

"At least the eye candy's worth a damn," Seto said, breaking the silence. A little smirk spread across his small, pink mouth.

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Carnivallium headcanons

The people of Carnivallium are very sleep deprived because of how noisy the danceverse is.

The people don't go to the carnivals and fairs often since they are o used to them that they aren't fun or exciting anymore for them.

Carnivallium has the highest tourist rates of all the danceverses.

The majority of people work in the fairs/carnivals since they are basically the only option people have.

Carnivallium has the lowest housing and rant prices of all the danceverses.

There are massive discounts on everything during holidays especially Christmas and Valentines day.

There is an abandoned theme park on the outskirts of Carnivallium that most people think is haunted, in reality a few teenagers skip school there everyday and more often than not don't go back to their homes after the school day is over.

Carnivallium has probably the third worst education system of the danceverses because the carnivals and other attraction are constantly distracting the children.

A normal family day out is theme park hopping around the families area and regretting the decision almost an hour after they start.

Carnivallium has the highest rats of type two diabetes.

Cotton candy is the national food of Carnivallium, tooth decay is very common.

All healthcare is free excluding dental care.

Carnivallium doesn't have a proper government it has multiple smaller councils that meet twice a month, most on these councils run the carnivals and parks.

The most popular parks in Carnivallium are water parks.

Carnivallium is a popular winter vacation destination, which is when the most tourist visit.

There is at least one carnival shut down everyday since the rides have all broken down.

All the carnivals and shows close down on Christmas day so families can spend time together.

There isn't any Halloween events in Carnivallium.

Carnivallium has a CO2 problems because of all the rides.

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It’s The Supreme’s World: We just live in it…

Some world building and character info for the Re-Verse and how it affects Marinette, Adrien, and Gabriel before we get into the next Kamikotized hero.

Peace was never an option… It was an ultimatum.

While World Peace Day is celebrated everywhere, truly, only Capital Cities are able to host the full splendor of such a magnificent event.

        Paris is famous for never being outdone when it comes to this extravagant and cherished celebration:

Throughout the day, on every corner of the city, you could find a rare sight you would not see any other day of the year- flower carts.

     Usually, flowers were too expensive for just anyone to purchase, so florists only sold the finest, most delicate and exotic flowers to appeal to the high class.

           But on World Peace Day, cheap, less popular flowers were made available so even those of low income could enjoy the rare luxury of owning a real flower;

      Perhaps it is a frivolous purchase, but even the most stingy of penny-pinchers could not resist the urge to loosen their purse strings when offered a single pink carnation for the ridiculously low price of only €20!

Flowers weren’t the only thing worth buying-

     There were street vendors with international fare offering a variety of delights one would expect from a carnival or festival. Each seems so exotic when they come from a culture different than your own; takoyaki from Japan, bratwurst from Germany, frappe from Italy, Cotton Candy from the United States of America.

(Yup, spun sugar is originally a traditional american food invented in 1897 by American citizens William Morrison, and John C. Wharton, and it remained a unique American speciality until it was introduced at the 1904 World Fair. The irony? One of those dudes was a dentist.)

It is a culinary trip around the world without the cost of voyage.

Unless you were a vendor, of course.

While plenty were local, many more would venture from their homes to capital cities for World Peace Day, knowing they could make a larger profit than if they were to sell their goods at smaller towns. 

     Some even traveled from out of country, it was a huge investment for a single day, but one that would immensely pay off if they could convince customers that their goods were more authentic.

There was also a lavish parade with floats decorated in peace lilies, white poppies, hyacinth, cosmos, pincushion flowers, red peonies, and lavender, all carrying red banners with the symbol of The Supreme.

      Marching bands play folk music, and talented performers in costumes from all over the world perform traditional dances.

          It is a feast for the eyes seeing all the different cultures that were united for the sake of Peace.

Of course, the most beautiful sight (that you have to pay an admission fee for) is in the Jardin des Tuileries where all the metal sculptures and plastic foliage are removed to make room for impressive, imported floral displays;

Tudor roses from Britain, Quatre–temps from Canada, Dahlias from Mexico, Cattleya orchids from Brazil, Meihua from China, and naturally French Iris at the center… All countries in the world are represented by a display of their national flower, to symbolize how all nations came together under the guidance of The Supreme. 

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Roland Dupain loves World Peace Day more than Christmas!

Poverty had become common place after the Great war- the whole world seemed dull and grey. But the people endured to rebuild what had been lost. Roland Dupain’s grandfather had perished in the war, and his grandmother had to raise 2 sons on her own, one of which would marry Roland’s mother. 

Then, WW2 began. 

     Both his father and his uncle went off to fight, following in their father’s footsteps.

       5 months passed before Mrs. Dupain received word that Roland’s uncle had been killed in action.

A miserable year passed and the world descended into Hell-

     Nazi’s invaded France and took control of Paris.

         Parisians lived in fear and battled with hunger every day. A pregnant Mrs. Dupain cried herself to sleep, having lost all hope of ever seeing her husband alive again, resigning herself to her fate of having to bring a child into the world that would never know their father…

Then, the unthinkable happened;

         The Axis Powers abruptly and unanimously surrendered!

Not to the Allies Forces…. No, something far greater and more powerful.

There was dancing in the streets! Peace at long last! 

     Tanks and weapons were disassembled, materials and rations that had been collected for the war efforts were donated back to the people, armies were permanently disbanded, and Roland’s father came home.

Oh, that euphoric feeling of relief and utter joy when Mrs. Roland leapt into her husband’s arms, weeping tears of joy.

      No more war, no more bloodshed, no more hiding in fear, no more starving!

From now on, theirs was a world of everlasting peace!

ALL HAIL THE SUPREME!

2 months later, Roland Dupain was born, and every year until his father’s died from Tuberculosis, Roland was regaled with stories of the suffering caused during the War, and how The Supreme was their savior.

Ever since, Roland Dupain has celebrated Peace Day with fond memories and a sense of pride…

Which is why his greatest shame is his wife, Gina.

The same woman who hard the nerve to lecture him about about family values when he was ready to disown his son for marrying an outrageous woman who wouldn’t even take her husband’s last name and who had nonsense ideas about experimenting with time-trusted recipes, (flour from rice?? Peuh! That’s not how it’s done!).

     Gina, with her big speech about how nothing was more important than family…

     She brought disgrace to their family when she was arrested 2 years ago for civil disobedience and public disturbance!

Well, there was no way he was going to allow his granddaughter to go down a criminal path!

The world was tough but fair; so long as you work hard and follow all the rules, no questions, you won’t have any problems.

So simple!

Marinette needed to learn to how lucky she was to live in a world under The Supreme’s protection. 

What better way to do that then helping her grandfather sell traditional Pain de campagne to tourists on World Peace Day?

It was a tradition started by his father, that he had carried on and tried to continue with his own son (until that wife of his put crazy ideas in his head like how pain au chocolat would be more popular.) but now, he would continue this tradition with Marinette- she would become part of a proud history, develop a sense of service, and most importantly, stay on the straight and narrow!

Children need discipline, after all! 

She would thank him, one day.

-Marinette strongly disagrees.

Up until she was 11 years old, for Marinette Dupain-Cheng, World Peace Day was all about yummy treats, exciting parades, and pretty flowers.

    While her parents sold pastries, her Nonna would take her strolling around the city to enjoy the excitement!

Then, just a few months before she turned 12, Nonna was sentenced to 8 years in a penitentiary labor camp.

Now, World Peace Day was about carrying baskets of rye sourdough bread, lectures on how things were and were not done, and the same old stories Grandpa Roland had already told her hundreds of times before, all while watching everyone get to have fun.

      It was like having detention outside of school! 

The worst part was the elderly tourists who would gush over her and pinch her cheeks for ‘being such a good girl who helps out her grandfather!’

Apparently being a “good girl” didn’t entitle her to personal space.

    Seriously, why did people feel entitled to put their hands on her just because she was a kid?

Mom and Dad were no help; her Mom believed this was important quality time with her grandfather that she’ll appreciate someday when she’s older.

     Dad’s opinion was, as always, that her mother was right.

You know what’d she’d really appreciate?

      Getting to celebrate World Peace day instead of lugging around crusty bread made from overly fermented yeast!  It was like her grandfather had an allergy to delicious food and having fun!

      Grandpa Roland claimed World Peace Day was his favorite holiday, yet he spent the whole day either selling bread or complaining about how other people were selling bread wrong, how people dressed was wrong, or how people looked at their phones while walking around was wrong!

      No one seemed to know how anything was “done,” save for him, and honestly? Marinette was 100% done with all of it.

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For Adrien, World Peace Day is now the one time the city doesn’t stink in the literal sense.

The amount of actual flowers should help offset the stench of chemical fumes.

But he didn’t use to think that way…

World Peace Day used to make him happy, because it made his mother happy.

When he was little, his mother would giggle at the spectacle of Adrien-tallest in the world, as he sat atop his father’s shoulders for the best view of the parade in all of Paris.

Her smile was even sweeter than the sticky residue she tried in vain to wipe from his cheeks because Père didn’t hesitate to buy him every sugary treat that caught his eye.

Her voice was like a song as she pointed out and named each and every flower in Jardin des Tuileries to him, and as much as he wanted to pay attention, it was a hypnotic lullaby paired with a sugar crash that left him in a sleepy daze in his father’s warm embrace as he was carried home, his last conscious thoughts his mother’s kiss upon his forehead as his blanket was tucked tight around him.

As he got big enough to walk without being carried, he toured the celebrations with his parents each holding his hands in theirs.

     Father still had his sweet tooth, despite mère playfully scolding him, reminding him of the lecture Adrien would get from the dentiste.

He was old enough to listen to her name all the flowers now, but too excited about the exotic music and the foreign dancers to really pay attention to what she said.

Though he did hear, and make a face, at his father’s mushy declaration that mère was the most beautiful rose in the world.

He never really noticed that mother’s grip on his hand was starting to weaken.

Years passed and he was too busy checking that the path ahead was clear of bumps and dips to notice any candy vendors or dances. His father was also more focused on pushing mother’s wheelchair than enjoying the parade.

Mother’s tone was still cheerful as she admired the flowers, but Adrien was too worried about whether the outdoor air was making her cough worse, her words went in one ear and out the other.

Last year she had been too weak to get out of bed. She had been too exhausted to watch the entirety of the parade on TV- visiting Jardin des Tuileries was out of the question.

     Adrien would have given ANYTHING to listen to her list off the different flowers, he swore he would commit each one to memory.

Now….

Was there really any point?

He’d seen all the dances dozens of times, the music was also pretty boring.

There was nothing special about the food vendors, and too much sugar was terrible for your skin anyway.

He honestly didn’t care about flowers.

World Peace Day was just another over-rated holiday that people obsessed over to temporarily forget the mediocrity of their dreary lives.

What a joke.

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For a young Gabi Grassette, son of a pommes frites vendor, World peace day meant sweets; Barbe à papa, English toffees, Mexican chocolates, and Polkagris!

Their family didn’t have a lot, but on this most special of days, his Papa would allow him some spending money to enjoy what the world had to offer~

At 8 years old, he was practically grown up, and able to walk up and down the street by himself.

It was the first World Peace Day he had a clear memory of, it was also the first time he saw a real flower up close.

Back then, he hadn’t really understood what his parents meant; things were either “real” or “imaginary”, weren’t they? 

        He was able to touch the plastic flowers his mother decorated their kitchen window with, and last week in L'Ecole Primaire his teacher taught him how to fold fleurs de papier.  Those were plenty real enough!

      Why would adults waste euros on something silly like flowers when they could buy candy instead?

           Gabi couldn’t believe he was already so much smarter than everybody else! That was probably why he was allowed to enjoy the celebration by himself unlike other children who still needed adults to watch them.

  That was until he stumbled across “it”.

A single blossom that had fallen off a parade float, carried off by a gentle breeze, only to land delicately at his feet.

It was so much more fragile than he’d imagined;

    The petals were just as thin as paper, yet surprisingly soft to the touch.

        Its center was fuzzy? A scent not unlike the perfume he was used to, but not the same either- it was both more airy yet more bold, but like a passing whisper- there was no strange undertone to remind him of cleaning sprays.

    The stem was flexible, to a point. It was smooth with a certain give. If he pressed a fingernail to it, it tore a little, but instead of revealing wire inside, it was just more green- a sticky green.

     The leaves had… creases? The lines weren’t painted on, they were embedded in the leaf itself almost like…. like… veins.

        Veins, as if it were….

                 Alive.

This tiny thing in his hands wasn’t made in a classroom or a factory… it was ALIVE.

He had been told that flowers and other plants were things that grew from the ground, but he had never fully understood what that truly meant until now.

    Flowers, REAL flowers, were delicate, fragrant, colorful, and ALIVE and it was the most amazing thing Gabi had ever seen!!!

But, why was something so precious only celebrated one day of the year?

   Why were there so few?

         Why didn’t the adults grow them everywhere?  Why did they have to settle for paper or plastic ones when real ones were so much better?

It wasn’t the first time he, or any child for that matter, had questioned why the world was the way that it was, but for Gabi, it was the first time he had questioned why no one was trying to make the world better.

While his childhood had given him the blissful ignorance of believing that a certain holiday was all about delicious treats and beautiful flowers, with adulthood came the wisdom of understanding that World Peace Day was supposed to symbolize the end of the violent history of the world that would never again be repeated.

But only the enlightened were able to realize what World Peace Day was really about;

      Worshipping The Supreme.

Some speculated that The Supreme was a small group of the world’s greatest minds.

Others suggested The Supreme was a single individual, appointed by the Divine Almighty to lead the world to salvation.

A remaining few even dared to imagine The Supreme as God himself; righting the wrongs of humanity and guiding them to the perfect world they could have been before the Tower of Babel. 

Perhaps that last one wasn’t too far fetched-

After all, the way all the World Leaders agreed to surrender their power after WW2 without hesitation was almost as if they were compelled by some supernatural force…

In order to ensure everlasting peace for generations to come,The Supreme reshaped the nations of the world;

    Monarchies were archaic- being able to trace your incestuous genealogy back to the dark ages didn’t qualify you to have any sort of authority.

     Elections were flawed and allowed money, baseless propaganda, and empty promises, to fool voters and keep the greedy and corrupt in power.

   That’s why wars over natural resources, religious superiority, or ethnic cleansing used to be commonplace throughout history- the wrong people were put in charge of governing the masses.

         Only exceptional individuals who will uphold the ideals of a utopian society should be given that kind of power.

              Mayors, Governors, Senators, and Prime Ministers/Presidents were replaced with High Officials, Grand Officials,  Executive Officials, and Executive Administrators… 

      All of which were selected by The Supreme, and who answered only to The Supreme.

Only The Supreme could decide what those “utopian ideals” were, and no one else had any say.

 Once, Gabi had been foolish enough to believe that was what was best.

After reinventing himself, from his name to the people he associated with, becoming a member of high society allowed to walk amongst the rich, the powerful, and the celebrity elite, Gabriel Agreste was finally able to see past all the bureaucratic smoke and mirrors.

No one truly had the best interests for the whole of humanity at heart. 

Those with authority obeyed The Supreme out of fear and a lust for power.

      Connections with the rich and influential were shallow at best; today you were friends and colleagues, but tomorrow they may very well stab you in the back to turn a profit.

In the end, the power to decide what was justifiably right or criminally wrong belonged to The Supreme, and their word was absolute.

If there was anything to take away from that, it was that absolute power corrupts absolutely.