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stiles and “street-light”
it’s cheesy! it’s short! it’s off topic! it’s unedited! it was written on tumblr mobile by an idiot who should be doing her irish homework because it’s ten o’clock at night! but i love stiles and i frickin adore kenz so here it is!!!!!!
“You’re so pretty.” He hums, tucking the loose hair behind your ears and cupping your jaw in his calloused hands.
Your cheeks are burning, and your gleaming eyes avert his lovesick gaze as he beams at you. Beneath the flickering orange hue of the street lights, he glows. Truly. So much so that it irritates you a little bit.
Besotted. Enamoured. Infatuated. Beguiled. There’s not a single word in the English language that could convey what you felt for him. So, despite your better judgement, your eyes lock with his twinkling ones, and you grin. Bright and lovestruck.
His warm hands caress the sides of your neck, smoothing up and down the flesh slowly; making you want to melt into one of the tiny puddles littering the cement beneath you. You breathe, unsteady and unsure; and then you say it. “I love you. A lot. So much.”
It’s his turn to smile, and it’s elated and cheery; you want to say it again, you’ll say it at the start of every sentence as long as he keeps looking at you like this.
“She loves me. You love me.”
You pout petulantly, a groan of pure humiliation and displeasure tumbling past your lips. “Forget it. I take it back.”
“No way! You can’t take it back. You’ve told me now, it’s a done deal.” His arm wraps around your shoulders as he walks you back to his jeep, and you curl into his flannel clad torso; linking your fingers through the hand dangling from your shoulder.
For once, it’s quiet. It’s calm. There’s no supernatural creatures trying to murder you (that you know of), no cold cases to crack or trigonometry homework to do. For once, you can breathe. He presses a kiss to your temple, pulling away to open his car door. This takes him a little while, Roscoe isn’t known for being easy to manage. Once the car door is wedged open open and you’re both inside, he speeds off.
You check the time. 10:14. You told your mum you’d be home by eleven. You have time.
“Hey, baby?”
You hum serenely, you love when he calls you that.
“I love you more.”
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Scary movie:
It was a scary movie night with Dylan my boyfriend and he had dared me to watch some of the most scariest movies he could think of. "So yn....Pennywise or Nightmare on elm street?" Dylan said while holding out the two dvds.
I gave him a cocky smirk. "You pick." Dylan smirked and chose Pennywise. I gulped because that was the movie that everyone said was extremely scary. And what made it worse was my striking fear of clowns. I always hated them ever since I was a kid, but I couldn't tell Dylan that or I'll never hear the end of it.
Dylan made popcorn and brought out a 6 pack of Pepsi and nachos. It looked delicious but I probably wouldn't be able to eat any of it during the movie. We relaxed on my couch with the lights off as the movie started. I took a deep breath and reassured myself that it wouldn't be that bad.
But I was wrong.
Jump scares left and right that made us both flinch and I was curled up in a ball shaking because of one scene in the movie. That deranged clown ate a kid!
I looked to see of Dylan was disturbed by it yet, but he was taking this as far as I was. Except I was losing miserably. "Hey Y/N? You okay babe?" I put on a brave smile. "Of course! How are you enjoying the movie?"
Dylan looked down at me smirking like he had caught onto my game. "How are you enjoying the movie?" I shook my head finally caving into the my fears. "I'm afraid of clowns."
Dylan paused the movie and looked on concerned. My face was pale, my palms were sweaty and my heart was practically beating out of my chest. "I'll stop it baby." Dylan said canceling the movie. "You okay?"
"Yeah.." My voice trailed trying to sound strong. Dylan came over and kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't know..."
"it's my fault too. I should have said something before hand." Dylan hugged me for a long time before pulling away. "Wanna watch something else to get your mind off things?" I nodded. "That would be nice." Dylan turned on another movie. 'The devil wears Prada.'
"I heard it's really good." Dylan said while making everything comfy for you. "How about I order us a pizza and for dinner? I'm starving."
I smiled. "I love that. Can you make mine with extra cheese on my side?"
"Of course baby. Of course."
#dylan o brien#dylan o'brian imagine#dylan o'brian x reader#dylan o'brien imagine#scary movie#protective boyfriend#yn#dylan and yn#dylan o'brien yn
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Mitch rapp imagine
In the end it’s you and I
Tw: violence, use of guns, swearing.
Summary~ in which you a Mitch rapps s/o and you are asked to work with the cia along side him, just one issue, he can’t bare to see you get hurt.
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“Mitch I’ll be fine” you cooed as you laced up your boots, your father had trained you well as he was ex military, your work alongside your father had gotten you noticed and now you found yourself preparing for your first mission alongside your boyfriend Mitch for the cia.
“No you won’t be, I don’t like this y/n” he huffed running his hand through his hair.
“You worry too much” you shrugged.
You understand why he worries, his last girlfriend literally was murdered before his eyes, but that was years ago and you assured him as much as you possibly could that you would be fine.
Your first mission was to stop a drug launch that was going on behind a local cafe, Nothing too big but you were aware these guys were armed. Mitch wasn’t with you on this one which just worried him even more, however he was watching from a nearby safety car that would come to your rescue if needed.
You walked into the cafe confident but subtle and as requested you announced that you were there to inspect something and needed to be let into the back. The guy at the counter was reluctant at first but after seeing your mimicked badge you had made for you he let you in. As suspected all looked normal, Obviously this launch was on the down low, they wouldn’t just be laundering drugs in broad daylight, but you were in the danger zone, you were just stood point blank in the middle of the room. Your first mistake.
“Who are you?” A deep voice announced from behind you as you heard a gun click.
“I’m going in there” Mitch said before opening the car door.
“The hell you are rapp! She’s got this” Hurley groaned practically pulling him back into the car by his jacket.
Acting quickly you took the initiative and turned and played dumb.
“I erm, I don’t know where I am I just stumbled in here I mean no harm” you lied through your teeth analysing the man in front of you, silently gathering information on his features.
The man walked up to you placing his gun under your chin.
“My you are beautiful” the British man’s accent rang through your ears as you grimaced in secret.
Mitch who was watching through your body camera couldn’t help but seethe with rage, his hands clutching the side of the car seat.
You slowly pulled your own gun out of your pocket whilst entertaining him with flirty comments. Shooting him in the stomach you pushed him away from you. This attracted more attention from the guys loading the van nearby.
They came running all armed you managed to dodge some shots others came close as you fired your own hitting a few, missing some. Now it was a whole gun fight and if there was a time for Hurley to let Mitch save you it was now, you were heavily outnumbered, you were told there would only be two or three guys, but that was more like seven or eight now all armed. Unable to call for backup your life was at stake.
“I’m going in there” Mitch announced.
“Rapp no!” Hurley still rejecting his offer.
“Hurley I’m fucking going in there!” Mitch practically roared as he flew out of the car.
Rolling his eyes Hurley followed behind as they came to your rescue. Together all three of you managed to take all of the guys out.
“Sir, I am really sorry I thought the room was clear I didn’t realise that guy was around the corner” you immediately apologised.
“Y/n all the leads are dead!” He yelled.
“Y/n baby are you okay” Mitch rushed over to you.
It became clear that you wouldn’t be doing a mission without Mitch for a while. And you were okay with that, doing it alone was scary, and to be honest you didn’t want to do it again.
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For au Tuesday, nsfw, alpha stiles x omega reader?
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“C’mere, ‘mega,” he patted his thigh, helping you climb astride his lap. He was naked already, jeans and boxers removed shortly after he’d given you your third orgasm, back pressed flush to the passenger seat of his jeep. You didn’t waste a second grinding onto his growing knot, coating it in your rivers of slick, “good girl, you sure you can do this all by yourself?”
“M’sure, alpha! Can be your big girl,” you promised, bracing one of your palms on his shoulders to get better leverage for you to position the tip of his bloated cockhead against your gaping hole. The first stretch was always painful, though it was made easier by the way your slick dripped down with anticipation. You held your breath, sinking all the way down to his thick base and relishing in the almost primal growl he let out, “oh, oh Stiles!”
“Good girl, my good ‘mega,” he nosed offer your bonding gland, over your mark, how you showed everyone you were his. Just the smell of your combined scents had his cock swelling even more inside you, not even needing you to pull yourself up and drop down to get him even more riled up, “precious omega, my omega,”
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Would you ever write a story where Dylan or a Dylan character tastes their own spunk and maybe some pegging? 👉👈
Isn’t it really hot when men aren’t afraid of their own stuff. 😳
I mean...
#dylan o'brien imagine#dylan o'brien fanfiction#*whistles nonchalantly*#listen...#I feel so seen right now#E X P O S E D#stop looking at meeeee#ahahha#but yes#the answer is yes#yes I would#trashy writing
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as mush as im not a huuuuge fan of the "flash! bang ! jane/son" lines in "what tim wants," (i understand their emotional impact, the cadence and feel of it isn't my favorite though) some of the lyrics in this song are PHENOMENAL.
one of my favorites is "he still lights up a room, it's just less frequently that you catch him in bloom, if there's a god, my god, can you see what you made" WOAH
and the impact of the line "he used to like cars" alone is just SO painful. just that ONE line. ow
#hatchetfield#black friday#starkid#team starkid#musical theatre#dylan saunders#i need this man to play jean valjean#i know u see the vision too just imagine it#o posts o'mine
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#dylanobrien#dylan o'brian imagine#dylan o'brien gif#DOB#dylan obrien#dylan o#dylan o’brien gif#dylan obrien gifs#obrien#obriengifs#dylan o’brien#o’brien
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is the only responsible and mature person to wield a gun safely: Kaitlyn
is okay/safe w a gun but still give them supervision: Ryan, Laura and Nick
never ever hand them a gun: Jacob, Dylan and Emma
would never hold a gun in their life: Abi and Max
#text#the quarry#after seeing how everyone handles a gun i can safely say kaitlyn should only be the one to hold one#ryans close but some options he'll fight ppl abt the gun and you can shoot your friends w/o knowing so lol#laura WOULD be responsible too but she is gun crazy cmon#and emmas on the the never give a gun is bc how she handles it in a goofy way lol i dont think she'd shoot it actually but y'know thats why#shes there#nick couldve been on the responsible spot but he did fight jacob abt the gun stuff but he is a good shot so#realistically he'd be in the middle of those two#abi and max are babies and i can never imagine them w a gun lmao#jacob and dylan are explanatory sjfkdkf dylan would be w the baby crew but hes really annoying abt wanting the gun even tho hed prob#wouldn't be good at shooting in general (he only shoots once in the whole game in one possible scene but overall he doesn't)
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ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ THE QUARRY !
ryan erzahler
laura kearney
dylan lenivy
nick furcillo
kaitlyn ka
emma mountebank
jacob custos
travis hackett
all the quarry content
#f/o#f/o imagines#yandere f/o#the quarry#ryan erzahler#laura kearney#dylan leviny#nick furcillo#kaitlyn ka#emma mountebank#jacob custos#travis hackett
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#listen. its not that I think they are going to date or should date or would necessarily be good together#or anything like that#but. they're friends.#so conceivably dylan o brien and t swift COULD date#and mainly i just think that if those two ended up together. it would be insane#i mean imagine going back to like 2015 and telling the teen wolf girlies that he would end up with taylor#its so weird#i mean its weird that they became friends#but it would so strange#stranger than the hiddleston thing and that was wild
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Queer Grandmas love Skinny Norris
#o my god#he goes on coffee dates with them#skinny iss noch ein stück kuchen#du musst mir mal diesen nagellack ausleihen#they would take care of him & his friend#bring food or wash their clothes when they have a hard time#skinny norris#&elderly ladys#supremacy#😭😭😭#freeman camper helping older people across the streets 🥺#im dying imagine dylan parks carrying a weehled walker down the stairs 😭
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“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” with mitch please?
notes: first time posting smut on here, just a little rushed blurb that isn’t edited because it’s midnight and i just wrote it so pls keep that in mind. this isnt written that great because im exhausted but wanted to be active on here!!!!!! trying to get used to this whole smut thing before i post my long ass stiles fic with full smut in it (help im scared) honest feedback is appreciated!!!!! this was also posted on the mobile app so the layout is funky (im nervy to post this it’s my first one and it’s like 800 words or something because i was too tired to do full smut and also didn’t want to think of back story. CLEARING OUT OLD REQUESTS THEY ARE CLOOOSSSSEEEEDDD!
“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”
His breath was hot on your neck as his hands slid underneath the hem of your dress, your head tilting back, hitting the large mirror behind you. You hated how easily you gave into his touch, you both knew that all he had to do was click his fingers and you’d come running.
Don’t get him wrong, he loved how much you needed him; he took pride in knowing that he was the only person who could really look after you, but he truly did hate that he kept messing you around. He’d tried to deny his feelings for you ever since he’d met you; you guys would hook up sometimes, but once you’d realised that you were falling for him and he clearly wasn’t ready for taking that a step that big yet, you backed away. You didn’t pressure him, or try guilt him into asking you out; you simply told him that you wanted to be in a relationship with someone who could commit to being more than ‘friends with benefits’
So, if he supposedly didn’t have feelings for you; why would he care if you showed up to the bar he was a regular at, on a date? He’d been seething with jealousy from the moment you stepped into the bar, in that tiny dress; looking so beautiful. You were his, so why the fuck were you laughing at that idiots dumb joke?
He’d sent you a string of texts, ignoring the ‘leave me the fuck alone’ text he was given as a reply. He knew you, and he knew that you’d be waiting in that bathroom for him; because you were his, and he was yours.
“Could he?” He repeated, hiking your dress up past your hips, his hand travelling down to rub his fingers over your underwear. You bit down on your lip, so hard you were surprised you didn’t draw any blood. You rocked your hips down onto his hand, screwing your eyes shut as you pawed at his Henley.
“No, Mitch.” You whined, mouth hanging open as he pushed the lacy fabric of your underwear to the side, rubbing his fingers through your heat. He kissed at your neck, nipping at your jaw whilst he grinned at the sound of you whining for him. “No one can.”
An ego boost, one that you definitely would not have given him had you been able to focus on anything but him. A lazy smirk stretched at his lips as he tilted his head up, catching your glossy lips with his chapped ones. The kiss was almost torturous, just as teasing as the slow movements of his hand against your sex. You elicited a satisfied gasp when you felt him push two of his fingers deep inside you, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit in a way that felt so insanely amazing you involuntarily squealed against his lips.
His fingers curled as your kiss turned sloppier, teeth clashing and tongues gliding against each other; neither of you necessarily cared that your strawberry flavoured lip gloss was all over his chin, or that there was an impressive hickey darkening on your clavicle; you were too wrapped up in one another to think about the consequences of your actions. His other hand pawed at your chest through the flimsy material of your dress, humming out a sound of approval against your lips when you shrugged the thin straps off your shoulders.
He pulled your pretty bra down just enough to free your breasts from their confines, toying with the fleshy mounds as he drilled his fingers deep into you. His lips moved from your mouth reluctantly, pressing open gentle kisses down your jaw, the softness of his lips contrasting greatly to the way his fingers were completely wrecking you. He sucked another hickey on your neck, groaning as you pressed him in close to you, locking your legs around his waist.
You allowed yourself to get lost in him, emptying your head of all things that weren’t Mitch. All you could smell was his cologne as you nuzzled your head in his shoulder, and you shut your eyes once more; getting wrapped up in him. He grunted, his hand dropping from his eager assault on your breasts to wrap it around your neck, tugging your head back to come face to face with him.
“Keep your eyes on me baby.” His whispered, kissing your lips gently before he was sliding his hand down your neck, his fingers toying with them once more. You arched your back into him, your hands journeying up to grip at his hair, giving it a firm tug. He’d always liked that, when you’d pull at his hair; it drove him absolutely wild, once you did that, he was putty in your hands. You both knew that. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
Your eyes rolled back, feeling completely withered at the feeling of his hands and the sound of his voice. Mitch Rapp was going to be the death of you. You emitted a particularly desperate scream once you felt his fingernails scrape that spot that drove you wild, and he knew he hit the jackpot.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Be my good fucking girl.” He groaned into you, grabbing your jaw and turning it back to face him. He knew you were close, and he didn’t want to miss a second of it. You weren’t even mumbling proper words, just whining babbled up versions of his name that differed everytime they fell past your swollen lips. He was rocking his hips into yours as his fingers drove into you relentlessly, and you swore you could feel a tear roll down your cheek at the feeling of him surrounding you.
“C’mon.” He muttered, his hand still gripping your jaw tightly as he watched you cup your breasts in your hands, arching your back in pure pleasure as you let out exhausted whimpers and whines into the cool air of the bathroom.
“Cum for me, give me everything you got, baby; I’ve got you.” He continued, your glazy eyes never leaving his; he ignored the ache beginning to become apparent in his hand, wanting you to reach your high right now, in front of him. “I’ve always got you.”
With that, you let out something between a satisfied whine and a desperate scream, clenching around his thick fingers as you tried to focus on not blacking out from the sensation, your head fell forward onto his shoulder whilst he helped you ride out your high. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth and releasing them with a pop and an insatiable groan. He fixed your dress, patted at your makeup and raked his hands through your hair.
“You wanna get out of here, Rapp?” You queried against his lips, arms wrapped around his neck as he helped you off the counter, allowing you to lean on him for support once he noticed your twitching legs.
He nodded slowly, a cocky little grin painting his face while he watched you with narrow eyes. “What are we gonna do about your little date, huh? I can’t kill another guy for you out of jealousy.”
He elicited a protesting whine as your foot kicked his shin, holding his large hands up in surrender whilst he chuckled lowly. “Kidding, never killed anyone in your honour. May have put a few in hospital though.”
“Mitch!” You hissed, weakly pushing away from him when he wrapped you up into his arms carefully; pressing soft kisses to your face. “I told him to go home after your ninth text. Said I was going to puke my guts up in the bathroom.”
“That’s my girl.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your hairline before spinning you around and guiding out out of the dingy bar. He walked you through the bar, your back pressed firmly against his chest.
“So,” He breathed into your ear. “Your place or mine?”
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Sick day:
You woke up to one of the most painful headaches ever along with a fever of 100.3. You had a fever dream the other night and this morning when you woke up, sweat drenched your sheets and body. "Good morning yn." Your husband Dylan called from around the corner of your shared bedroom. He popped his head in cheerfully but his smile dropped once he saw your pale skin with dark pink circles under your eyes. Not to mention the heat that was basically pouring out of you.
"Yn do you feel okay?" You shook your head too weak to speak. Dylan laid the back of his hand over your forehead before yaning back at the intense heat that of your fever. "Yn you're burning up!" He felt your cheeks before running to the bathroom and pouring you some medicine. "Come on yn sit up and drink this." You hesitantly sat up not wanting to drink the medicine. You whined like a child not wanting to drink the medicine that was in front of you.
"Come on baby, you'll feel so much better." Dylan pleaded. You took a big breath and gulped down the medicine that didn't taste so bad after all. Dylan kissed your forehead. "Yn I'm gonna make you some hot tea with chicken soup. You just rest." You smiled weakly and laid back down before mouthing a small "thank you". Dylan tucked the cover around you, that you immediately kicked off because it was too hot. But your husband insisted. "I know honey but your body actually needs the covers because it's fighting off a serious virus."
"But dylan I'm so hot, I feel like i'm in a sauna." You whined a little. Dylan left the covers down a little for your arms to feel the cold air. He went downstairs and the sounds of the pot being taken out from the cabinet and placed on to the stove said to you that Dylan was now cooking. You fell asleep for what felt like hours, until the hiss of the tea kettle woke you up. "Hey baby, I have your lunch ready."
Dylan had a smorgasbord which he placed on the bed to the side as you sat up. "Thanks honey." You said groggily. Dylan kissed your cheeks as a "your welcome" and left the room so you could eat in peace. You turned on the TV and started eating your lunch. The chicken soup was off the charts seeing how it Dylan got the recipe from his mother. You were just finishing off your tea when Dylan popped back into the room. "Is there anything you need?" You shook your head, but Dylan kissed you anyway. "My poor baby, wasting away in this sickness." Dylan joked a little.
He was thoughtful enough to sit with you until you fell asleep in his arms. He tucked you back in and kissed the crown of your forehead. "Get better yn."
#dylan o'brien imagine#dylan o'brian x reader#dad dylan o'brien#dylan o brien#sick day#loving#boyfriend husband
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#wilbur soot#finn balor imagine#dylan o brien imagine#mitch rapp#stiles stilinksi x reader#tom holland#fluff#dylan o'brien#dylan o'brian gifs#dylan o'brian imagine#finn balor#finn bálor#void stiles#wilbur soot imagine#wilbur soot x reader#qsmp wilbur#wilbur mcyt#wilbur soot headcanons#ghostbur#headcanon#revivebur
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Check out my friend @dylanking298 who writes Dylan o'brien fanfiction and it's really good!!!! they're new so make sure you welcome her!!!!
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this part seemed relevant to this blue hellsite ⤵️
It's safe to say that a bunch of people bonding over 100-year-old recipes is not what typically comes to mind when you imagine TikTok food content. But, also, Hollis's current online popularity isn't solely thanks to TikTok. He's also attracted a sizable fandom on the sometimes forgotten, but immensely powerful corner of the internet known as Tumblr. In fact, he's so popular that, in April, he entered into the site's top-20 list of web celebrities, according to Cates Holderness, head of editorial at Tumblr. Holderness told Eater the spike was likely because Hollis did a live video where he finally acknowledged his growing fandom on Tumblr.
"It was really funny to see people freaking out in an excited way, like, 'Oh my gosh, this guy that we love has acknowledged us and thanked us in this really sweet and sincere way'," she said. "He's aware that the Tumblr audience is there, but he's very nervous to interact with it."
Hollis's videos are regularly downloaded from TikTok and re-uploaded on Tumblr, where they have long, very viral second lives, which is actually common for popular TikTok, in general. But, according to Holderness, the thing that really ignited Hollis's fandom on the platform was a text post from 2021 written by a user named @thestuffedalligator. It was shared 25,000 times and reads:
The main thing I get from Dylan Hollis cooking old recipes is this:
Recipes from the 1910s and the Great Depression are great, and I suspect it's because they were made by someone with limited resources. But they found a way to make something good, maybe even something fantastic with those limited resources, and they wanted to write it down and share with their friends so that they could also make something out of saltines and potatoes. Recipes from the 1910s and the Great Depression are written down and shared in love.
The recipes you should fear come from the 1950s and 1960s, which I'm pretty sure are written down and shared as a form of McCarthyism.
"The history side of Tumblr is a very large community," Holderness said. "So it's kind of not surprising that a lot of the recipes that he makes, the older recipes, from the '20s, from the Great Depression, tend to be very popular. The recipes that are either extremely good or extremely terrible, in general, get the most traction."
For what it's worth, Hollis agreed with @thestuffedalligator's post, saying the Great Depression recipes are his favorite and the ones from the '60s are his least favorite; though he doesn't think that McCarthyism is to blame for why recipes from that era are so inedible. Instead, he thinks it was because bringing Jell-O to a potluck was a way to signify that you had enough money to own a refrigerator, and gelatin was marketed to women as a way to stay slim.
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