#tic tac cinnamon

[skrunksthatwunk]

through the powers of chemical sugary madness i have burned every single one of my tastebuds off and also unrelated my entire left side of my tongue is all bite-swollen for no discernible reason. mouth huryt

[quill-of-thoth]

The Saga of Great Uncle Asshole And The Priest From Hell

It's thanksgiving (in the US) so have a family gathering disaster that is old enough to be funny. Almost a decade ago, after a life of stirring up drama everywhere she went, my grandmother died. She was an unhappy woman who tried to be better to her grandkids than she was to her kids, and didn't always succeed, and she's the reason that when I smell cinnamon tic tacs they're accompanied by the reek of an illusory cigarette. This is not a sad post. This is a post about the fact that her funeral was a fucking disaster and it was ultimately about 50% her fault. See, my whole family was at one point or another catholic. Grandma really enjoyed going to church in her last years because it got her out of the nursing home, and priests have to listen when you tell them about the husband you divorced and the children who think they know better than you. Grandma did not consider the fact that the local priest she'd latched onto like a talkative moray eel in a cloud of nicotine smoke was an unmitigated bigot. She left instructions that she wanted her funeral to be at that specific catholic church and for that priest to do the sermon. It didn't occur to her that the person who would be organizing her funeral would be her gay daughter and her daughter's wife.

Shit started getting real about when the doors opened to recieve mourners. Over the course of ten minutes, my aunt summoned:

her elder sister, a paralegal

my father, who has never seen a conflict he would not cheerfully walk away from

Their younger brother, in order to swear at the priest

My mother, who hadn't had a good opportunity to fight a priest since we left our own church and was game to do it again.

This left me, the eldest grandchild, in charge of the receiving line, despite the fact that I knew approximately no one there. My brother and cousins were woodenly shaking hands and then whispering "who's that?" "I don't know." My aunt's husband was escorting the elderly and infirm up the stairs one at a time. My uncle's wife was also around but she knew even fewer people and was mostly listening at the door of the ongoing argument.

So when my brother and Boy cousin went to see if we could pry someone who knew who was related to us out of the argument and I was busy trying to convince an octegenarian that she did NOT need to figure out which of her cousins had married one of grandma's siblings before sitting down, Girl Cousin was alone at the door.

Great Uncle Asshole arrived in a storm of curses and a faux-coonskin cap. He blew past Girl Cousin, thumped his cane up the steps, and seized my hand. It was like shaking hands with an extremely strong mummy. "You look just like your mother! It's the hair, what a bird's nest. Where's your daddy? And the rest of Helen's brood."

I muttered something about them finalizing details with the priest.

"Well, they'll come see me soon enough. Bet you don't know who I am!" I didn't know who anyone was. Everyone older than me was having a verbal cage match with a member of the clergy or escorting some other old fogey to their seats, everyone younger than me had even fewer clues, and my only hope was to wrap this conversation as fast as possible. "Nope!" I said, "I haven't seen most of the people here in years." If I had ever seen them in the first place. He was going to be mad, but I figured if I had to be the bouncer I could probably take an eighty-something year old guy who breathed like the surgeon general's personal warning to smokers. I could at least shut the door on him.

"Of course you wouldn't! Your gran wouldn't have told you. I'm your great uncle Roger, and I'm here to bury the hatchet, by which I mean your grandma! She and I swore over our father's casket we'd never be under the same roof again while we both lived, and by god I kept my oath!" People were starting to stare, and it was at this moment that a thirty-something man in a suit sprinted up the stairs, and my uncle's wife, with a look of dawning horror, called her husband. "Roger's here." The middle aged folks descended immediately. Here is a snapshot of the ensuing conversation: "Roger, why don't we find you a seat?" - my mother in her best teacher voice "Glad to see you're doing well enough to make it" - My father, in his best 'good god I want to be anywhere else' voice. "Take me to the coffin! I want to see her with my own two eyes!" - Great Uncle Asshole, "And hang up my **** hat! Killed it myself!" "I'm so sorry, I didn't know he could walk that fast" - strange suit man "If you are QUITE finished, I am starting the ceremony in ten minutes" - the priest

As my father and his brother towed a grinning and cursing old man to the furthest reaches of the family section, my mother and my oldest aunt caught all the cousins up on the argument with the priest. My youngest aunt was still crying while her wife stared fixedly at the stained glass panes and periodically handed over tissues. The upshot of it all was that my aunt and her wife would be allowed to attend the funeral (on pain of the whole family literally walking out on the priest) but would not be allowed to take communion, because the priest didn't believe in their marriage. My aunt's wife had neglected to point out that, being Jewish, she wasn't going to take communion anyway. "That's fucked" said boy cousin, and the four of us immediately resolved in whispers to refuse communion as well. The priest opened his sermon with pointed remarks about the older generation's devotion and respect for the church. He continued on through psalms and all that until he got to the blessing of the eucharist and asked the family up to receive communion. My father, who hadn't taken communion since I could remember, stayed seated. My mother stayed seated. My aunts and uncles stayed seated. The cousins stayed seated. About a third of the church didn't move. "Well father, I'll have mine! These young folks think hey have all the time in the world to get right with the lord, but you and I know better!" The priest, who had been visibly hoping god would smite us, turned a wincing glare on my great uncle and the series of distant relatives and nursing home neighbors who were now shuffling up. The service dragged on. We were lined up to say goodbye to everyone, while the suit man (who would turn out to be my second cousin) bodily hauled great uncle asshole and his coonskin cap down the stairs. "I should have known my sister wouldn't manage to raise any good Catholics! Horrible woman." he said loudly as he was stuffed into a car driven by suit man's apparent twin. The priest approached as we were finally ready to leave, to ask why we were so stubborn that we deprived ourselves of communion. After all, unlike my youngest aunt, we weren't obvious sinners! "Oh, I'm Lutheran" - My eldest aunt. "I'm an atheist" - My uncle "I don't think you're qualified to bless anything." - My mother, who learned her religion primarily from a horde of socialist-leaning nuns.

With that, we left the wreck of my grandmother's funeral behind. "Helen," said my mother, very deliberately, when we were safely in the car, "would have HATED that." My dad started laughing. "Are you kidding? She would have loved that! It would have been all she complained about for years!"

[reidsaurora]

Can you do height difference + "one more kiss? please?" with Hotch? Pretty pretty please with Mick Mars on top? <3 - V

hmmm i wonder who this could be 🤔😉

"Coffee + Kisses" ~ A. Hotchner

pairing: aaron hotchner x wife!reader

summary: "mornings were made for coffee and kisses. at least, that was aaron's philosophy."

word count: 740

warnings: a single swear word, mentions of food, that's literally it

genre: tooth-rotting fluff, quite literally with all the sugar references in this blurb

extra notes: the aaron icon in the collage is by @ssa-sapphic (edited to fit theme better!) and the dividers below are by @firefly-graphics

masterlist | kissing prompts | ask box

mornings were made for coffee and kisses. at least, that was aaron's philosophy.

most people looked at the stoic figure that was aaron hotchner and assumed he was brash and hubristic, emotions on a completely different plane of existence from his physical form. but you? his trophy wife? no, you got to see every hidden layer underneath his apathetic walls, your own little personal slice of heaven.

so while most people assumed aaron's mornings were spent with his nose buried in the newspaper, black coffee in hand, they couldn't be further from the truth. this man was all homemade iced lattes, sugary cereals, and good morning kisses.

that last one may or may not be how you ended up here, nearly ten minutes late for work, coat and purse still hanging up by the door, one shoe on and the other nowhere to be seen.

"i have to get up," you'd told him. "unlike you, i unfortunately have to work on saturdays."

but when he gave you that look, that sweet pout that made even a grown man look innocent, you couldn't say no. one kiss turned into two turned into three, kisses turned into five minutes of snuggles, and now you were here, rushing around the house and tracking down your missing heel like a modern day cinderella.

"aaron, have you seen-"

as if on cue, the man—still sporting his pajamas and bedhead, his chin dark with a five-o'clock shadow—rounded the corner, missing heel in hand. "sammy apparently needed a snack," he chuckled, bending down and putting the shoe on for you. he stood back up to full height, somehow still towering over you, even with your extra three inches of artificial height.

"sammy needs a stern talking to for stealing his mama's shoes," you kidded, tossing your arms over his shoulders. even you wondered how aaron, the seemingly heartless man that he was, fell in love with the tiny ball of fluff that had apparently stolen your shoe.

"i'll definitely be in contact with him," he joked, pulling you up for a soft kiss. he tasted like cinnamon toast crunch, a strange juxtaposition from the manly smell of his deodorant, but not an unpleasant one. suddenly, you worried about what your own breath tasted like, making a mental note to eat a couple tic-tacs on the way to work just in case.

you forced yourself to pull away, being met with a disapproving pout from the man above you. to anyone else, his height might've made him seem intimidating, but you knew aaron was nothing but a gentle giant, akin to a teddy bear in human form. "i have to go," you reminded him, still not having unlinked your arms from around him.

"just one more kiss?" he said, his bottom lip jutting out like a child in a toy store. "please?"

and who were you to deny him, the absolute love of your life, just one more kiss? despite the logical part of your brain telling you not to give in, the absolutely smitten part of your brain won, practically telling the other part to go to hell.

you leaned up once again, your lips locking with his for one last, sweet, good morning kiss. his palms settled on your hips, holding you as close as possible, a gentle gesture in hopes of changing your mind about going to work that day. and little did he know, you were close, oh so close, to calling in sick. to making up a fake family emergency. to just saying, "sorry, i simply don't feel like it."

but in the end, you knew it was for the best to suck it up and go to work anyway. after all, the time spent apart only made the moments together that much more special, that much more worth it. "i have to go, love."

he gave you one last peck, releasing his hold from your hips. "fine, i'll just be here," he said, falling back on the couch dramatically, "longing for you, my dear."

you giggled at the sight of this grown man acting like a character in a shakespeare play. "you're so dramatic," you commented, heading for the door.

not having moved from where he lay after his performance, he shouted, "love you too!"

"love you more!" you called back, closing the door behind you swiftly. you shook your head, giggling. what were you going to do with him?

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[bellamer]

Baldur’s Gate Characters as discontinued foods I have saved on my phone part 3. If you look you can probably tell who’s my favorite and least favorite. Idk.

Gale- Sprite Remix. I think it looks like him.

Wyll- Philadelphia Cheese Cake Bars. Cause he’s sweet and delicious. That’s all.

Lae’Zel- Heinz EZ Squirr Ketchup

Astarion- Fruit Brute because he’s a fruity brute idk

Karlach- Original Recipe 4loko

Shadowheart- Cinnamon Tic Tacs

Halsin- McHotDog. You know why.

[museaway]

Trick or treat! SPN

Happy Halloween! For you, a lil fic:

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Growing up the way they had, Dean had missed out on your typical Halloween. But that hadn't stopped him from enjoying it. He'd paraded Sammy around motels holding out a borrowed pillowcase, which yielded odds and ends travelers scrounged up from their rooms: cinnamon Tic-tacs, an unused lighter, crumpled dollar bills. Front desks sometimes had stale donuts from breakfast or curiosities from the lost and found. Dean had scored a banged-up Walkman one time. But there was rarely candy.

He no longer cared about costumes, not at his age, but a fun-size chocolate mix made it into the shopping cart every year. He poured this year's bag into a soup bowl that he positioned on the coffee table, dipping into it every half minute of his Netflix marathon, and let the metallic wrappers flutter to the floor.

Cas, when he discovered him, surveyed the scene with a curious expression. As he knelt down to sweep away the wrappers, Dean curled a hand around his wrist and pulled him out the couch instead.

"Cas, trick or treat?"

Cas's squint deepened. "Treat."

Dean laughed. "It's not really a question. You're supposed to give me candy."

"Why?"

"So I don't trick you."

Cas glanced at the candy bowl. "There isn't any left," he said.

Disappointed, Dean looked at the sea of wrappers at his feet. "Guess they're not putting as much in the bags anymore."

But things weren't all bad. Cas was half sitting on him, and Cas's hands had framed his face. It was another thing Dean had missed when he was younger, this kind of affection. He forgot about chocolate and shut his eyes.

Cas laughed in a self-satisfied way, but instead of his lips, he pressed a bite-sized Snickers to Dean's lips. "Tricked you."

--

inbox trick-or-treat 🎃

[starry-nights12]

“Hugs, Kisses and wishes” for the fanfic ask game.

WIP Ask Game!

Tagging @redrum-alice because that one joke about Chuck inspired all this😆

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Jinx sat on Ekko's desk playing Tick-Tock Bomb!

The players drew chibi drawings of their heads to fill in as X's and O's. The loser's face was crossed and drawn with explosions.

"You cheated!"

"How do you cheat at what is basically tic-tac-toe?" She took a bite of her PB & Jinx. It was her version of a PB&J  that was more dessert than an actual sandwich.

It was cut into two triangles and the bread was suagr toast sprinkled with cinnamon.

Between the peanut butter and strawberry jelly were strawberry slices drizzled with chocolate syrup.

"You drew over mine, you sore loser!"

"Call me that again." she challenged. "I'm going to kill you and dance over your grave." she dug two fingers into the side of his head. She said, "Pew!" as she shot him.

"You're not as great of a shooter as you think." he took a bite out of his slice.

Jinx narrowed her eyes at him, "And why the fuck would you say that,sunny boy?"

"I managed to make it to twenty." he took a sip of milk from his mug.

Jinx gave it to him as a gift and drew firelights and his hourglass symbol with a blue and red heart.

"You think. I rigged your whole, precious sanctuary with bombs."

"I've been told that I'm a great kisser," he held her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I'll get the information out of you sooner or later." he stroked her bottom lip with a smirk.

Jinx stilled. Her cheeks grew warm and her fluttered erratically along with the butterflies infesting her stomach.

Instead of giving in, Jinx swatted his hand away. "Go fuck yourself. I hate you."

Ekko's laughter was like warm syrup-covered pancakes that gave your insides a comforting hug.

The sunlight always seemed to find him and cast a soft glow around him. Jinx thought It was as if the Heavens were shining down a light on one of their own.

Even his dredlocks were styled like a halo today.

They've been dating for four weeks now and Jinx never thought she could be happier.

Her eyes glinted with mischief as an idea came to her. She stirred her chocolate milk with a straw. "I had someone else before you."

"I remember. The guy you almost kissed at the party?"

She had wanted to forget her crush on Ekko by kissing some guy she thought was decently handsome.

It didn't work.

She took her anger out on him during the next shimmer raid.

She sucked the milk bubbles with her straw. "Not that rando. The difference is that I saw him everyday," she couldn't restrain her chesire grin. "His name is Chuck. He was Silco's bartender."

[iibonniee]

Day 12 | Lee Jooheon

Paring: Lee Jooheon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Rating: G

Word Count: 663

Prompt: Gingerbread House Competition

Masterlist

Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

If there was one thing Y/N found adorable about Jooheon, it was his little pout. He would do it a lot; if he was upset, the bottom of his lip would often jut out, showing his disapproval, or it was a sign of him being unhappy about something.

One of the highlights of Y/N and Jooheon’s relationship was their annual Christmas competition. This tradition started out as a friendly rivalry. Still, it eventually grew into an anticipated yearly event with chocolate chip cookie bets and playful banter, not just for the couple but for their friends who loved the spectacle.

This year, the challenge was making gingerbread houses. Y/N couldn’t suppress a smile when she announced the competition, already anticipating Jooheon’s pout when he lost, which was almost guaranteed. She had a knack for baking and thrived in the imaginative world of delectable architectural design.

The rules were simple. Each participant had 3 hours to create their gingerbread house masterpiece using only edible items. A group of their friends would serve as the judges, who wouldn’t know who made which house to ensure impartiality. Jooheon looked at her with a determined gleam, accepting the challenge without hesitation.

During the competition, Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at Jooheon. Sweating slightly with flour in his hair and icing around his bottom lip, he meticulously assembled his gingerbread pieces. Every so often, he softly muttered under his breath, planning his design and occasionally stealing glances at her structure.

Meanwhile, Y/N was lost in her own world, humming a Christmas tune as she delicately placed candy hearts on the walls of her gingerbread house. Gingerbread, mixed with cinnamon and the faint scent of Jooheon’s cologne, filled the room.

At the end of the three hours, two different gingerbread houses stood in the living room. Y/N’s structure was an intricately decorated mansion with neat frosting trims and candy cane pillars. Jooheon’s house, while a bit wobbly, carried the essence of traditional gingerbread houses with child-like charm, complete with Tic Tac stones and gummy bear residents.

As Jooheon looked over at Y/N’s masterpiece, his signature pout started forming on his lips as his eyes fully scanned Y/N’s gingerbread house. He let out an almost defeated sigh, shoulders sinking. His gaze drifted back to his own creation, the corners of his mouth down, turning in that distinct pout she found so endearing.

Y/N took in his downcast expression, suppressing the inclination to tease him. She walked over, giving him a gentle nudge. “Pouting again, love?” she teased softly, giving his sides a gentle poke.

“Not fair,” he grumbled, mouth still downturned. “Yours looks like something out of a magazine.” He gestured at her gingerbread mansion with a flour-coated hand.

“The beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, Jooheon,” she reassured him, offering a soft smile. “Yours has charm and authenticity. Look at those gummy bear residents and tic tac stones. It’s filled with character.”

Her words brought a slight smile to his lips, easing the pout somewhat. “It isn’t quite a mansion, though, is it?” Y/N laughed, circling her arms around his waist from behind. “It’s not about the mansion, Jooheon. It’s about the heart you put into it. And from where I’m standing, your house has lots of heart.”

For a moment, they stood quietly, taking in the sight of their creations. Their friendly competition was more about this bond and creating a memory than winning or losing.

Jooheon turned in her arms, resting his hands on her shoulders. In his eyes, there was the hint of a promise of a counter-challenge, a glimmer of playful competitiveness. Yet, the pout was now replaced by a heartwarming smile. After all, creating something with Y/N was his idea of winning, whether or not his gingerbread house stood as tall.

[antvnger]

(In David Attenborough's voice)

This interesting creature, habitates the lands of california, san francisco. It used to habitate the lands of Florida, but it prefers to emigrate away.

Depending on the region, Homolancus Scottlangus, can be formally know as Scott Lang, Ant-man, Giantman, tic tac, peasant, etc.

Gifted with eternal youth, Scottlangus can live up to an average lifespan of 76 years aprox, but this can be longer, depending on the individual's health and survival.

This one has an interesting ability. While not as strong as certain rivals, Scottlangus can alter it's size, being as small as an ant or as big as a whale.

It's main diet it's composed of tacos. Carrots and pumpkins can be dangerous for it, so it prefers to avoid them.

It's main predator, are the villains. Despite his beautiful and cute appeareance, Scottlangus isn't harmless. He uses his size change to intimidate them and remind them of his true power, getting to fight them if the warnings aren't enought. However, it can be easily intimidated by snakes.

Scottlangus is a very parental creature, it protects it's young with it's life until she reaches the adulthood, still caring for her. If it's young is threatened, Scottlangus can become very aggressive, willing to die protecting it. Despite this, Scottlangus is known by it's playful and gentle nature, making it a very social being and suitable for children.

With this said, Homolancus Scottlangus is truly indeed, a fascinating creature on this planet.

Scott's sitting at his kitchen table in the early morning hours, looking like a zombie and dressed like he just climbed out of bed in his pajamas and bathrobe. His hair is wildly askew from sleep, and his eyes are barely open as he eats his bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal.

The spoon in his hand is halfway to his mouth when suddenly a wild Kit with a toy camera appears and starts slowly encircling the kitchen table, sure to catch his very confused yet still zombified sleepy expression from all angles. It takes his tired brain a moment to realize what's going on and what she's saying because the verbal accent shift really messed with him for a second there, but he caught on well enough.

He props his head against his arm as he continues to listen to this documentary about him, the spoon still halfway to his mouth by the way. He chuckles a bit at some parts and smiles softly at others.

When Kit is finished, he mumbles with a lazy grin. "First of all, you forgot oranges as part of my main diet. Secondly, how did you even get in here?"

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

015 of 2023

Your protein: pork steak lamb chops hamburgers vegan burgers chicken nuggets chicken fingers tuna shrimp salmon oyster crab lasagne ravioli chicken soup

beef jerky slim jims bacon spam buffalo wings sausage ham turkey meat balls

Your dairy: milk soy milk skim milk raw egg boiled egg sunny-side eggs scrambled eggs cottage cheese cheddar cheese mozzarella cheese swiss cheese blue cheese cream cheese plain yogurt

Your vegetables and fruits: mushrooms tomatoes pickles olives carrots raw onion broccoli cauliflower green beans string beans peas black beans celery leek artichoke lima beans bell pepper asparagus spinach seaweed avocado eggplant zucchini corn cucumber squash/pumpkin/yam garlic ginger peanuts almonds sunflower seeds raisins bananas apples pears grapes oranges tangerines peach blueberries raspberries blackberries strawberries lemons pineapples coconuts apricot cherries plums cranberry kiwi watermelon melon pomegranate grapefruit lime guava mango papaya

Your starch: French fries baked potato scalop potato mashed potato fried rice white rice bagel white bread whole grain bread French bread corn bread sourdough pancakes spaghetti macaroni & cheese oatmeal

Condiments: wasabi soy sauce cranberry sauce marmalade grape jam strawberry jam ketchup mustard relish mayonnaise whipped cream honey mustard sauce Tabasco salt ranch gravy caramel peanut butter salsa pepper honey maple syrup hummus butterscotch marshmallows icing

Junk food: cheetos sour cream and onion chips barbeque chips vinegar chips wheat thins graham crackers saltine crackers cheez-its ritz tortilla chips Lunchables Milano cookies Twinkies popcorn fruit roll ups donuts ice cream sandwiches Poptarts pretzels Girl Scout cookies Oreos Nutter Butter Fig Newtons Jell-O rice crispy treats

Cereals: Cocoa Puffs Cocoa Pebbles Fruit Loops Cinnamon Toast Crunch Frosted Flakes Raisin Bran Apple Jacks Corn Flakes Cookie Crisp Cap’n Crunch Lucky Charms Cheerios

Dessert: brownies muffins cinnamon rolls cheesecake donuts chocolate fondue pudding apple pie pumpkin bread pumpkin pie chocolate chip cookies sugar cookies gingerbread cookies biscotti fortune cookies shortbread cookies oatmeal cookies Angel food cake carrot cake cupcakes fruit cake cream puffs flan custard Meringue sorbet s’mores

Asian: ramen cup noodle sushi miso soup kimchi teriyaki eggrolls orange chicken

Fast food and restaurants: McDonald’s Carl’s Jr Taco Bell Panda Express Jack-in-the-box In-n-out Chick-Fil-A La Salsa Dairy Queen Baskin Robbin’s Pizza Hut Papa John’s Roundtable Domino’s Johnny Rocket’s Cho-cho San’s Hot Dog On A Stick Coldstone California Pizza Kitchen Red Robin Ruby Tuesdays Chili’s Wendy’s Burger King Kentucky Fried Chicken Subway Tommy’s The Cheesecake Factory Arby’s Quiznos El Pollo Loco TGIF Applebee’s Wienerschnitzel IHOP Islands White Castle Togo’s Sonic Popeyes Orange Julius Jamba Juice Coffee Bean Starbucks Del Taco Chuck E. Cheese Baja Fresh Macaroni Grill

Candy: Red Vines M&M’s Snickers Hershey’s kisses Kissables Kit-Kat Nerds Junior Mints Twizzlers Tootsie Rolls Jelly beans Swedish Fish Skittles Starburst 100 grand 3 Musketeers Airheads Almond Joy Baby Bottle Pops Baby Ruth bottle caps Butterfinger Reese’s Cup Fast Break Twix cotton candy chocolate coins Dots Hot Tamales jaw breakers Jolly Ranchers Laffy Taffy Lemonheads lifesavers Mike & Ike Milkduds Milky way Mr. Goodbar Nestle’s crunch Payday pixie sticks pop rocks Push Up pops Runts Smarties Snow Caps Sugardaddy Sweet Tarts Tic-Tacs York Peppermint Patties Warheads

Non-alcoholic drinks: Rootbeer Lemonade Orange juice Grape juice Capri Sun Coke Diet Coke Diet Pepsi Pepsi 7up Sprite Mountain Dew Hawaiian Punch Dr. Pepper Apple juice hot cocoa Kool-Aid cappuccinos frappuccinos lattes espresso energy drinks Vanilla Coke Cherry Coke Fanta Arizona Green Tea Squirt Gatorade Iced tea Green tea Chamomile tea White tea Oolong tea Jasmine tea Chai tea Snapple apple cider

Alcoholic drinks: Wine Sake Shochu Vodka Bourbon whisky Irish whisky Canadian whisky Bloody Mary Rum Absolut Brandy Scotch Cognac Tequila Gin Wine cooler Smirnoff Marc Sidecar Tonic Pina Colada Martini Alabama Slammer Daiquiri Margarita Cape Cod Flying Horse Kamikaze Screwdriver Rusty Nail Cajun Strawberry Soda Mimosa Champagne Cascade Fosters Sam Adams Budweiser Coors Harpoon Milwaukee’s Bes

[stapleslmao]

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THIS INEFFECTUAL BALLOONS POST THREE GUNS AND CINNAMON TIC TACS

I call this the "I hate dollar tree" collection

[redemptiondiaries]

8/17/24

Food:

Breakfast- cinnamon tea, canalope, siggis raspberry yogurt

Lunch- watermelon, pistachios, bread and butter

Dinner- edamame, jasmine rice

Snacks- tic tacs, cheezits, cool whip

Activities: shower, costume fitting

Self: shower

Other: had a fitting today, made goals to lose weight/flab in certain areas, and then immediately binged 🫠

[y2k-radio-cannibal]

Y2K Candy

Astro Pop

Baby Bottle Pop

Blow Pops

Candy Canes (Original and Butterscotch)

Candy Cigarettes

Candy Corn

Candy Necklace

Caramel squares

Cinnamon Hearts

Cotton Candy

Crazy Dips

Double Lollies

Fun Dip (Lik-m-aid)

Fuzzy Peaches

Garbage Can-dy

Gummi Bears

Gummy Lifesavers

Jawbreakers

Jelly Belly Jelly Beans

Jolly Ranchers

LifeSavers

Marshmallows

Marshmallow Easter bunnies

Mentos

Nerds

Peeps

Pez

Pixy Stix

Pop Rocks

Powder Candy Filled Plastic Fruits

Push Pops

Ring Pops

Rockets

Runts

Satellite Wafers

Scotch Mints

Skittles

Sour Patch Kids

Spice Girls Crazy Dip

Starburst

Sweetarts

Tic Tacs

Tootsie Pop

Warheads

Wintergreen Pink Mints

[brinemcallister]

Another little party game to serve as icebreakers.  Here is one I answered. This or That Questions 1. Playlists or podcasts? Podcasts 2. Shoes or slippers? Slippers 3. Pork or beef?  Beef 4. Swimming pool or beach?  Beach 5. Celery or Carrots?  Celery (even though have an allergy) 6. Cats or dogs?  Both but lean more toward cats 7. Spring or autumn?  Autumn all the way 8. Cinnamon or paprika?  Paprika 9. Cash or cards? Cards 10. Chocolate chip cookies or Fig Newtons?  Chocolate Chip Cookies 11. Soda or juice? Soda 12. Forest or desert?  Forests 13. Text or call? Text 14. New furniture or new car?  Furniture 15. Full color or black/white?  Color 16. Driver or passenger? Passenger 17. Laptop or desktop? Desktop 18. Comedy or Horror? Horror 19. Water or milk?  Water 20. Take out or dine out? Take out 21. Movies or TV shows?  TV shows 22. iOS or Android?  Android 23. Breakfast sausage or bacon? Bacon 24. Rain or snow?  Rain 25. Fame or fortune?  Fortune 26. Blue eyes or brown eyes?  Brown eyes 27. Curly fries or straight fries?  Curly fries 28. Typing or handwriting?  Both.. But mainly type 29. Cheetos or Doritos?  Cheetos.. Like both but sucker for Cheetos 30. Arboretum or garden?  Garden 31. Breakfast or dinner? Dinner 32.  Weekdays or weekends?  Weekends 33. Pizza or pasta?  Pasta 34. Friends or family?  Friends with exception my kiddo 35. Costumes or masks?  Masks 36. Coke or Pepsi?  Coke 37. Dark chocolate or milk chocolate? Milk chocolate 38. Singing or dancing?  Dancing 39. Facebook or Instagram?  Instagram 40. Books or movies?  Books 41. Dress or skirt?  Skirt 42. Dishes or vacuum?  Dishes 43. Vacation near home or travel abroad?  Vacation near home but would like to travel abroad 44. Suitcase or backpack?  Suitcase 45. Too much sleep or little sleep?  Little sleep 46. Drama or Fantasy?  Fantasy 47. Glitter or glow in the dark?  Glitter 48. Hot chocolate or coffee?  Hot chocolate 49. House or apartment?  Live in apt but want a house 50. Unicorn or dragon?  Dragon 51. Bats or rats?  Bats 52. Board games or card games?  Board gamed 53. Comb or brush? Brush 54. Ice cream or cake?  Ice cream 55. Movie date or dinner date?  Dinner date 56. Socks or bare feet?  Bare feet 57. Paint or sketch?  Both but love sketching 58. Tater tots or fries?  Tater tots 59. To give or to receive?  Give.. But love receiving too 60. Hamburgers or hotdogs?  Hamburgers 61. Introvert or extrovert?  Introvert 62. PlayStation or Xbox?  PlayStation 63. Brownies or cupcakes?  Brownies 64. Video games or party?  Video games 65. Discord or twitch?  Discord 66. Coffee or tea?  Tea 67. Pudding or Jello?  Pudding 68. Altoids or Tic-tac?  Tic-tac 69. Vintage or new?  Vintage 70. Popsicles or ice cream bars?  Ice cream bars 71. Hike or nap?  Nap 72. Wings or ribs?  Wings 73. Buffet or fancy dinner?  Buffet.. Salad bars are the bomb 74. Pretzels or peanuts?  Pretzels 75. Cheesy or chili?  Cheesy 76. Cable or satellite?  Cable 77. Sunrise or sunset?  Sunset 78. Night or day?  Night 79. Pop or reggae?  Pop 80. Captain America or Ironman?  Ironman 81. Casual or formal?  Casual 82. With make-up or without make-up? Mainly no make-up 83. Escape room or dance party?  Escape room 84. Blinds or drapes?  Drapes 85. Impressionism or abstract?  Impressionism 86. Tall or short?  I like tall 87. River or lake?  River 88. Single player or multiplayer?  Single player 89. Leaves or puddles?  Leaves 90. Music festival or art festival?  Both.  But can’t stand for a long time. 91. Massage or manicure?  Massage 92. Piano or guitar?  Piano 93. Yacht or sailboat?  Sailboat 94. Highway or back roads?  Back roads 95. Tattoo or piercings?  Tattoo 96. Chrome or Safari?  Chrome 97. Gold or silver?  Silver 98. Long or short hair?  Short hair on partners but medium length for me 99. Angels or vampires?  Vampires 100. Sun or moon?  Moon 101. Stripes or dots?  Stripes 102. Thai food or bbq? ...

[komari-maxx]

I understand when it's something you buy, it's hard to buy low waisted jeans or cinnamon Tic Tacs or anything else if no one is selling them, but otherwise yes, do the thing you want. Wear the clothes you own and like. Do whatever you want with your eyebrows. You don't need permission.

i mean this in a bad way these genuine “normalize/bring back etc” posts about regular stuff are so annoying i wish people would just do what they want without needing it to be in fashion or widely approved or part of a curated theme “normalize going to the bar alone bring back thin eyebrows normalize not having an aesthetic bring back low waisted jeans” like girl free yourself from these shackles

[desperatelyseekingsusannah]

Rachel

Jack had been dead for ten years. No..it was longer than that. Time got confusing like that to her sometimes. Rachel couldn't rely on numbers. They were all so wildly abstract. What was ten years? A decade? What did that even mean? She didn't trust her memory like that. She had to rely on things that were concrete, real.

It had been the year the Phillies had won the World Series. She remembered watching the final game on TV, thinking "Oh, Jack would love this. Loved. He's dead now." It was still new enough back then that she didn't always remember right away. That's something you can count on. Actual, historical event with recorded dates and facts that all matched up in print. It was something real. The World Series.

She opened a browser on her phone and searched PHILLIES + WORLD SERIES.

2008. So, more than ten years. More like fifteen. His death was fifteen years old now. It was a teenager. It wanted the latest iPhone and to learn how to drive. His death had a curfew. It was death that spoke fluent sarcasm in pop culture references outside their understanding. Jack's death was a mass of hormones and rebellion and teen angst.

When Rachel and Jack were fifteen, they were looking to the future. They were making plans. They were so close she could taste the cinnamon Tic Tacs on his tongue. They were sharing headphones so they could listen to the mixed tapes they made each other at the same time. Their breath was in sync, their heartbeats aligned. Everything is present and alive when you're fifteen, in a way it will never be again. You're right on the edge of something. Not so close that the reality of it butts in on you, but it's on the horizon. Far enough out that it's a hopeful fantasy you can fill with anything you want.

Rachel did not think that this had anything to do with why Jack, dead for fifteen years, was standing outside her office door watching her. But the longer she thought about it, and the more statistics she could read (Shane Victorino's batting average was .293, whatever that meant), the longer she could put off doing anything about it. Right now, in this moment, she could hold off on what would happen next. She did not have to decide if she was losing her mind, or if she was terrified that the dead were returning (or maybe she was dead too?), or if she was completely and utterly overjoyed that Jack, her Jack, her heart, her breath, her soul.. Jack had been returned to her. She didn't have to feel those things yet. She had a moment before that happened.

[candyville]

Tic Tac Gum: The Mint That’s Loved by Canadians of All Ages

Tic Tac gum is a popular breath mint and chewing gum brand that has been enjoyed by Canadians of all ages for over 50 years. The mints are small and discreet, making them perfect for on-the-go freshness. They come in a variety of flavors, including fresh mint, orange, lemon, and strawberry. Tic Tac gum is also a good source of xylitol, a natural sweetener that helps to freshen breath and prevent tooth decay.

The History of Tic Tac Gum in Canada

Tic Tac gum was first introduced in Canada in 1972. The mints were an instant hit, and they quickly became a staple in Canadian households. Tic Tac gum was originally only available in the fresh mint flavor, but over the years, new flavors have been added to the lineup. Today, Tic Tac gum is available in a variety of flavors, including fresh mint, orange, lemon, strawberry, cinnamon, wintergreen, and green apple.

The Benefits of Tic Tac Gum

Tic Tac gum offers a number of benefits for Canadians. First, it is a great way to freshen breath. The mints contain xylitol, a natural sweetener that helps to fight bacteria and freshen breath. Second, Tic Tac gum can help to prevent tooth decay. The xylitol in Tic Tac gum helps to prevent the growth of plaque bacteria, which can cause tooth decay. Third, Tic Tac gum is a good source of flavor. The mints come in a variety of flavors to satisfy any taste.

Where to Buy Tic Tac Gum in Canada

Tic Tac gum is available at Candy Ville, convenience stores, and drugstores across Canada. You can also buy Tic Tac gum online at a variety of retailers.

How to Enjoy Tic Tac Gum

Tic Tac gum is a versatile treat that can be enjoyed in a variety of ways. You can simply pop a mint in your mouth for a quick burst of freshness. You can also chew Tic Tac gum for a longer-lasting flavor boost. Tic Tac gum is also a good choice for after-meal snacks. The xylitol in Tic Tac gum helps to freshen breath and prevent tooth decay.

Tic Tac Gum: The Perfect Gift for Any Occasion

Tic Tac gum is the perfect gift for any occasion. It is a small, thoughtful gift that is sure to be appreciated by anyone who receives it. Tic Tac gum is also a good choice for corporate gifts or party favors.

Conclusion

If you are looking for a refreshing and convenient way to freshen your breath, Tic Tac gum is a great option. Tic Tac gum is available at most grocery stores, convenience stores, and drugstores across Canada. You can also buy Tic Tac gum online at a variety of retailers.