#pure cane sugar

[ingravinoveritas]

David and Michael get lots of acclaim and heart eye emojis for being adorably cute and proud and lovely and OOP! And as if by magic… #dontforgetaboutus

Oh, boy. Well, I was tagged in several posts about this and had it sent to me by several people, and it's just...going back to what I mentioned the other day about predictability, here is another perfect example of exactly that.

This seems to be a callback to Georgia referring to AL as "#mywife", and in both cases, the "flirting" between Georgia and AL feels very forced and disingenuous. I would say this is especially true of today's post, as it comes right on the heels of that photo of Michael and David on press night and how it has subsequently been overwhelming the social media chatter.

The problem here is that Anna's caption makes absolutely no sense at all. As it is worded, it makes it sound like Georgia has two husbands (if she has a first husband, then logically that would seem to mean she has a second one). So is Anna calling herself a husband? It seems like this is yet another attempt at her and Georgia trying to be like Michael and David, and once again, it falls completely flat. All of this is riffing on Georgia calling Michael David's "other wife," but that was never something Anna was originally part of--she never called Michael David's "other wife" or was included in any of the banter/exchanges between Michael and Georgia, and certainly not in anything involving David.

So the fact that people are now describing this as a "polycule" is sort of mind-boggling to me, because while calling Michael "other wife" was rooted in the unavoidable chemistry and powerful connection between Michael and David (on and off screen), in reality there is nothing to suggest Georgia or Anna are attracted to or even like each other as genuine friends beyond a superficial, surface level. And while many fans on Twitter are up in arms about people shipping Michael and David (who were just photographed actually looking into each other's eyes), it somehow is completely acceptable for people to tweet/comment about Georgia and AL "making out," asking if Georgia "can fight," and so on.

That all being said, what's really interesting to me is what Anna and Georgia haven't posted, which is any sort of personal pictures. The pictures AL re-shared from Georgia are production stills (rather than a picture with David backstage, for instance), and she also did not post a picture of her and Michael, which she did do when they went to see David in Good in October of last year:

There has also noticeably not been a personal picture posted of Georgia and Anna, and even more notably, no picture of Michael and David from last night. For me this calls to mind the recent blurry photo that AL posted, and the fact that it appeared to have been a sneaked photo that was taken without Michael or David's knowledge (which would explain Michael looking so caught off-guard/alarmed and David not even looking in AL's direction).

Thinking about the warmth and adoration on Michael and David's faces in the theatre photo, it seems like last night was very much "their" night, and so I do wonder if Anna--much to her chagrin, no doubt--was strictly told not to take any photos for the sake of Michael and David's privacy.

Whatever the case may be, it is definitely tiring to see this predictable pattern of behavior from Georgia and AL. I think what folks are missing is that whether Michael and David are together romantically or not, they do not care what people think of their friendship/relationship, because it is for them, not for anyone else. But Georgia and Anna seem to want people to think that they are close, and have created this "flirtation" for the purpose of public consumption and furthering a narrative.

So yes, those are my thoughts on the new Insta stories from Georgia/AL. Glad as always to hear from my followers on what you all think of these latest developments. Thank you both for writing in! x

[tigresslanzhu]

Some peanut butter carbonation, some Aqours music in the background, and Thou!

Meena: You know, Artica, not all elephants are crazy about peanut butter as you are…

[goshyesvintageads]

American Sugar Refining Co, 1955

[kasumingo]

On the note of what's actually good for hydration - if you don't like the taste of water, there are other options than sweet drinks

Some of the options could include unsweetened teas (black, green, herbal, fruit), beer (in moderation, the less alcohol content the better), yoghurt-based drinks like Ayran, buttermilk or kefir (and even milk)

If none of that works, you can always check if it's the brand or carbonation of water that doesn't fit your tastes - or even vessel you drink it from. Your food and drinks will taste different based on if you're drinking them from a plastic bottle, a jug, a thin glass or a mug.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

A "COTTON TAIL" CREAM SODA OVER ICE SOUNDS ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL RIGHT ABOUT NOW.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on limited edition JONES® Pure Cane Soda Spring Duo Pack featuring Berry Lemonade & Cotton Tail Cream Soda -- Available as an online purchase only.

"Spring has sprung and we have two new limited edition labels available to celebrate! Check out our Cottontail Cream Soda* and Chick Berry Lemonade*. Get a 6 x 6 of each flavor or a 12 pack of each. Either way, they'll make this spring and Easter a fun one!"

-- JONES® SODA CO.

*These are not new flavors. This is Jones Sugar Cream Soda and Berry Lemonade with limited edition labels.

Source: www.jonessoda.com/products/copy-of-limited-edition-jones-spring-duo-pack.

[morethansalad]

Turkish Fava Bean Puree with Dill (Vegan)

[youareanidiot-org]

you're around him all the time so what do gir and zim smell like? me and the girlies are DYINGGG to know.🤯 ? bleach? glue?

Gir smells like a garbage bin without his suit, with it he smells like a rotting carcass. Zim smells like.

Paste. And antiseptics.

And kinda like old sugar under that?

[yogurtlid10000]

IM PHYSICALLY ILL

*Cries softly*

[cokameth]

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[twoblackcatsstudio]

Desserts - Fresh Strawberry Cake Recipe

This easy cake uses fresh strawberries and is topped with a sweet, sugary, strawberry frosting that is perfect for a party, holiday, or for an anytime dessert.

[fulbrightireland]

Recipe for Fresh Strawberry Cake Fresh strawberries are used in this simple cake, which is topped with a sweet, sugary strawberry frosting. It's the ideal dessert for any occasion. 1 tablespoon baking powder, 2 cups all-purpose flour, 4 tablespoons fresh strawberries pureed or more as needed, 1 package confectioners' sugar, 1 cup fresh strawberries, 1/4 cup unsalted butter melted, 4 eggs, 1/2 cup milk, 1 cup fresh strawberries pureed, 8 leaves fresh mint leaves, 1 cup cane sugar, 1/2 cup unsalted butter melted, 1 teaspoon fine sea salt

[zo1nkss]

as a kid you hear "sugar addiction" and think "omg I get to do whatever I want when I grow up"

now I just think "oh god blueberry cotton candy flavored puke"

[yang-branwen]

Depending on where the can is coming from it may or may not contain corn syrup, so I recommend checking the ingredients before you buy

i don’t trust people who drink arizona green tea hot. yes it says ‘great hot!’ on the side but you should know that’s a lie

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

HAPPY EASTER FROM JONES SODA CO.!

PIC(S) INFO: Part 2 of 2 -- Spotlight on promotional images for Spring and/or Easter themed bottles from leading American premium beverage company, JONES® Soda Co., featuring then retired flavors, Pineapple Cream and Grape, c. March 2015.

Sources: www.instagram.com/jonessodaco/p/0_Jx8yQthk (Instagram 2x) & Facebook.

[luvtak]

fade into you, lmh x reader

genre/tw est. relationship! suggestive, pure sugar cane fluff (like high fructose corn syrup fluff), minho only knows how to talk with his hands </3, gn!reader!! minho calls you kitty and honey <3!! seriously cavity inducing fluff be warned !! mostly unedited…

w/c 848

omg i haven’t posted a fic in so long nor have i written anything in months :(( but i’m finally a lot more settled after a busy drama filled couple of months! I hope you love this fic as much as i loved writing it. I’m not kidding when i say i wrote this in an hour on my phones notes app, don’t be afraid to tell me how you feel hehe 🩵

It’s cold outside your sleeping bag, frigid morning fog seeping into the once cozy tent. You shiver at Minho’s nose pressing into your neck, his face as cold as a dog who’s been outside too long. 

You’re not sure why you let your boyfriend convince you to camp in the middle of autumn… less sure why he insisted it was just the two of you, but you could never refuse Minho when he asked you so nicely— hands easing sighs while his mouth asked the question; the only thing you could say was yes, over and over. 

Unfortunately, the ecstasy of being asked was not akin to the actual experience.

Insistent rain stormed down from the second you arrived to the last minute before your eyes closed, Minho in all his excitement forgot the cooler and was forced to drive all the way back—leaving you to shiver in the tent alone. No, it was not the romantic getaway your boyfriend promised, but being here now—warm despite the wilderness’s wishes—you think it could be.

“Are you still cold, honey?” Minho asks, his voice just a whisper amongst the whistling trees. 

With your eyes still closed, you can only imagine what he looks like… Soft with sleep, his eyelashes cascading shadows across the slopes of his skin, beautiful like hypnos after creating dreams. You can feel his breath against your neck and his hands clutching at your waist, so safe despite how strong he is. 

“No, min, I’m just right” you say, and you can feel his laugh, rumbling through him, feel his smile against your skin. 

You wish he knew how much you cherish him… how much you treasure these little moments with him. How you’ll think about this moment every time he’s away from you; rolling the memory around your tongue like it’s a piece of candy. 

Sometimes, you’re sure you can see a cord running from you to him, wrapping around the two of you like cling wrap—like every moment you’ve ever had was crafted by the fates, your story weaved by the gods themselves. 

“Just right huh?” he says, before he’s lifting his head to look at you, eyes open and beautiful. “Well goldilocks, look how pretty you are this morning.” His smile is mischievous and if you didn’t know better you may think he was joking, but his tone gives him away: too quiet to be anything but the truth. 

“Minho!” you cry, embarrassed by compliments this early, “lay back down, I need you to keep me warm.” He smiles down at you, knowing you well enough to see that you’re flustered, it’s always too easy; one compliment, and your skin is hot, his kiss lasts a second too long and you’re pulling away shaking. 

Minho doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of making your blood rush, enjoying the chase even when he has you. 

When his skin gets closer to yours again, chest to chest/heart to heart, you find yourself breathing his air like you share one pair of lungs. He’s so close to you, searing your skin even as the sleeping bag pulls awkwardly around your legs, letting cool air settle around your figure. 

His lips are so close to yours, one breath away from a kiss, so close you can feel his words flow into your open mouth. 

“Are you warm now, kitty?”  he asks, his eyes boring into yours before flitting down to look at your skin; miles and miles of it under his hands, valleys of skin that are his as much as yours.

“I’m warm, Minho, are you?” Just a whisper.

“just right.” A smirk. 

One breath, two breaths, three, and then he’s kissing you. Lips urging gasps to flow out of you, hands grasping at his tension filled spine. You’ve shared many kisses, sweet and sultry, frantic and lust filled, but something about this hunger is foreign to you. 

His kiss is filled with wanting yes, but it’s almost like he’s trying to tell you something but forgot the words. His hands on your thighs urging you to listen, please please please understand, they say, clutching at the muscle like he’s afraid you’ll never know. 

But you do, and so do your lips and your hands and you try your hardest to speak his language; responding to every bite with a nip of your own, gasping when his hands ask, kissing away the sleep still in his eyes. You know what he’s saying, I love you, I’m sorry you’re cold, I’m sorry I made you come on this rain coated trip, I love you I'm sorry, I love you I love you.” 

Your boy, always so embarrassed to tell you how he feels, but never afraid to show you. 

When you pull apart, hands locked together still, eyes gleaming with an inside joke, a shared confession; you can see he wants to say something, see he’s trying to build the courage to split his heart open. Instead he flits his eyes up to the sky and smiles. 

Look honey, the suns coming out” 

And you understand. 

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