#summer punch

[merrybrides]

Sherbet Punch

Sherbet Punch is an easy drink that’s perfect for your next baby or wedding shower. This punch is full of citrus flavor, pineapple juice, lemonade, and of course, rainbow sherbet.

Equipment

Serving Mugs

Punch Bowl

Ingredients

2 quarts water (8 cups)

46 ounces unsweetened pineapple juice

¾ cup lemonade mix similar to Country Time Lemonade

1 quart rainbow sherbet

How to make sherbet punch:

This sherbet punch is incredibly easy to make. You’ll need a large punch bowl or similar type container. The one we used has a capacity of about 2 gallons.

Start by pouring in 2 quarts of water. That’s equivalent to 8 cups. Then, pour in the pineapple juice and dry lemonade mix.

Use a whisk to the mix the ingredients until the lemonade mix is well dissolved. Next, scoop a quart of rainbow sherbet into the bowl.

It will float along the top of the punch and melt into a beautiful swirled design. After all the sherbet is added, ladle the punch into serving mugs and enjoy!

Tips and Variations for Sherbet Punch:

Chill the ingredients for a couple of hours prior to make the punch. This will keeps the ice cream from melting too quickly.

Add an extra quart of rainbow sherbet to make the punch super frothy and creamy.

This recipe has a citrus flavor from the pineapple juice and lemonade mix. The pineapple juice tones down the sweetness of the lemonade and sherbet nicely, so this punch is not overly sweet. To make it sweeter, add extra sugar, replace some or all of the water with lemon-lime soda, ginger ale, or orange juice.

To make this punch alcoholic, replace the water with champagne.

[mayor-poiichy]

Cedarwood A cool summer punch with cranberry juice, vodka and ginger ale over ice. 3.5 fluid ounces ginger ale, 4 fluid ounces cranberry juice, 2 fluid ounces vodka, 1 fluid ounce lemon juice

[nelsongabriella]

Vodka Drinks - Cedarwood A cool summer punch with cranberry juice, vodka and ginger ale over ice.

[ladysansa]

Mary Oliver, excerpt from “Poem 133: The Summer Day”

[clarkgriffon]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 6x19 | “Seeing Red” 

[idiotdriftinginspace]

Another summer doodle :D

idk if somebody have done this already but one day the inspiration strucked me like a fright train and i had to draw it

i was THIS CLOSE to finishing it and posting before the second OH SO BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING trailer, oh well ¯_(ツ)_/¯

also the og bg is staying because:

1) i don't want to draw something else; and

2) i find it 1000 times funnier that they ended up in a prison van and that they were in school (hey guess what, now i have like 2 ideas for AU's-simply because of the unchaanged background...AND THE MOVIE ISN'T EVEN OUT YET)

Part 1 Part 3

og photo under cut:

[nailsandinspo]

[liam-summers]

Bonus:

Buffy and Darla + Bargaining for Angel's Soul

[animangapolls]

[doodlingfoolishness]

For @summer-of-bad-batch ‘s prompt this week, injury.

Crosshair insisted on trying out the Firepuncher 773 when he was about 6 years old, 2.5 years before most regs were even offered a chance to train with the advanced weapon. His scores with other weapons were impeccable, so the regs running the armory gave in to the defective kid and let him have at it. Even though he’d been expecting the kick, it was still a weapon made for someone fifty pounds heavier and at least half a foot taller. Little surprise it broke his collarbone.

Crosshair was absolutely mortified, but Wrecker assured him it made for a cool story — and that he’d kick the Firepuncher’s ass the next time he shot one.

Sure enough, it became his weapon of choice.

[safetea]

just tufted this little sun!!

🌞 insta 🌞

[self-destructinganimal]

Traumatized little baby but still the kindest half-elf Lord, we don't deserve him

[xxyamaxx]

Since today’s my birthday, I’ve decided to doodle wannabe cardon!

Yes I’m still in love with this sugar daddy and gold digger (ﾉ´ з `)ノ 💵💋

[hanashiz]

Helianthus Child

Rest, my sweet boy, Under the hot glaze of the sunlight, Sway along on the waves insight, Being the delicate sun in delight, You stayed strong on your upright. My beautiful sunflower the hot summer, Kunikida Doppo

[wewle31]

masaki

[fictiongods]

You meet a girl. She’s traveled across states just to meet you. She makes a show of it too, she makes sure you know she’s there before ever introducing herself. She tries to get along with your friends. Your mom. Your kinda dad. And even your sister, when you later remember.

She tells you stories that you know are fake to sound cool, but you won’t challenge her on them. You guys don’t hit it off right away, but there’s something there. You and her are intertwined. Connected. She gets through something, it pushes you to do the same. You don’t know why. The universe didn’t want it, you barely want it. But there the girl is anyways, and there you are.

You start going out at night. It’s dark, emotions and adrenaline are high, and she’s saying all these things, these things that you definitely can’t think about to hard. Your friends think you have a boyfriend. You say she’s not really, but you are going out tonight together. You guys do that a lot.

But then she sees you with a guy. She’s angry. She feels cheated. Dumped. You didn’t owe anything to her, but you apologize anyways. You go down and say you’re on her side. That she can trust you, because you care. She doesn’t buy it.

You invite her to Christmas, she lights up brighter than the damn tree when you open your door, and you guys are good again. Bump in the road, but you’re fine. You guys start really hanging out. She makes sure you know that you and her are special. Different, somehow. No one else is like you guys. The chosen two. She says you’re better. She believes that makes her better too. She comes to your class and draws a heart, and you not only skip that class, but you skip a very important test that you were panicked about earlier. But…she’s here now. What can you do? She wants you to let loose. She wants you to lean into your temptations, into your urges. You do it. She keeps throwing her arm around you for some reason. That didn’t have anything to do with your urges, but you notice that. You rush into things because she did. You steal because she told you to. You take what you want because she did. You get caught together, and are arrested. But it’s fine, because you’re with her and together you got out of it. You start to believe that it really is her and you. Just the chosen two.

Then she gets into trouble. She accidentally kills someone. You were with her. She completely shuts you out afterwards. You are left to think after all this time of her saying you guys are connected, that she doesn’t care about you. You are left to believe that maybe she never did. She pins that murder on you. But she’s your friend. You won’t give up on her.

From what you learn, she tries to hurt your friend. The one you’ve known for a decent amount of time before her. A friend you love. But still, you refuse to give up on her. You get your boyfriend to try and help her. He makes it worse. She runs away to hide.

You find her. You call her your friend, but she seems upset by that. You don’t know why. She tells you you’re the same. But…you’re not her. You can’t be. She likes violence. She likes to be overly sexual. She wants stuff you would never want. You punch her in the face. She smiles at you. With pride and bravado, she calls you her girl. You get attacked again by threats the world believes you and only her were destined to stop. You save her. She saves you. You again, reinforce the fact that you will not give up on her. Everyone else has. Your best friends, your kinda dad. You can’t tell your mom about her, she doesn’t really understand, and your sister, well, she’s too young for stuff like that.

You thought you saved her. You thought you helped her. You thought it was her and you again. The chosen two. But she betrayed everyone. She betrayed you. You plan. She thinks she brings your worst fear back. He was too good at being that fear. You learn how angry shes been. How lonely. How sad. How jealous of you she’s been. It doesn’t change anything. You give her a little of that betrayal back. A little of that trickery. She kisses you on the forehead. You’ll later give one back.

She’s turned. The one girl in all the world like you, and she’s turned against you. She’s decided to work with the enemy. You steal her knife. What was hers is yours. She tries to kill your boyfriend. She’s never liked him. You’ve never known why. She tried to sleep with him. She knows it would be the closest she’d ever get to being with you. She tried to do this before. She asked you about it. Only she knew you didn’t get it anyways. That was the problem. You never did.

You guys fight to the death so you could save him. You try and kill her with that knife you stole. Before she makes a scar, before she leaves you, she smiles. You’ve become her. Everything she wants.

She comes to you in a dream. Hers, or yours? it doesn’t matter. What’s her is you after all. It’s so soft there. She’s smiling, you’re smiling, but you don’t really understand, because it’s so violent out there. She cups your cheek, as tender as she’s ever been, and you awake.

You press your lips to her in the spot she once did for you, and now you understand. You are like her. That kiss is recognition. A thank you. A silent confession. She never knows. You never tell her.

You move on. You get a boyfriend. He doesn’t get you, not like she did. She wakes up. You know what she did. How she hurt you. Your friends hate her still, and you…can’t. You defend her.

You try to find her again. You do. Shes mad again. She hates your boyfriend. She’s bitter. She’s telling you about the dreams she’s had. You were there.

You’ve had dreams too. They were always so soft. Even when mixed with violence, it was soft there with her.

Only that delicacy doesn’t extend in the real world, only in your bubble. She ties up your mom. You hope your sister wasn’t home. You miss it, but she talks to your mom. She says how mad she is at you. How hurt she is. How she feels she got dumped by you. You stop her and save your mom, and you fight again.

You tell her you don’t think about her. That you’ve forgotten her, just like she thinks. But in truth, you can’t stop thinking about her. She haunts you. In your thoughts, in your actions, in your words, she’s there. Because, everything that is her is you too, right?

She steals your body. You have hers now. What was yours may now be permanently hers. Your friends can’t tell it’s her. She fools your mom, your friends, your sister, and your kinda dad. She fools your boyfriend. She sleeps with him. She tries to be close to you again through him.

You find her again. She’s crying then. She’s hitting you in her body. She speaks words of destruction and detestation. She speaks words that will be yours in a time to come. You don’t know if she knows if it’s her or you. Maybe she fooled herself as well. She leaves your body and you leave hers. You feel what she felt. You clutch…your heart? Her heart? You try and hold it close. You try and tear it out.

She runs again. She’s gone, you’ve lost her again. You hate her for that. You miss her for that. You loath her for that. She’s the mirror of who you were. She’s the mirror of the you you might have been. She’s your mirror. It’s shattered, it’s broken, and it’s you.

She comes back after years of departure. You’re still bitter. She’s cracking jokes. She’s learned. She’s reformed. And you? You wonder if that’s true. You fight to the end of the world with her. This time, she’s on your side. She listens to you. She follows you. Everything she’s done is because you told her to. She did what she’s always wanted for you, and when you got hurt she said she’s never wanted it.

You find a weapon that’s yours. You can feel it in your bones it’s yours. You take it to battle. You save the world in that battle, and you hand that weapon to her in moments you believe to be your last. She can take it because, what’s yours was always hers too.

Do you get it now? It is a love story, and it always was.