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wanderingelvis · 9 months

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I love your whole dynamic with innocent reader and elvis, so I had this idea and was wondering if you found it inspiring and wanted to write something on it, only if you want to, I'll love whatever you write even if it's not this haha <3 But because the Memphis mafia knows that Elvis cares about reader a lot and knows Elvis likes it when the mafia distances themselves from reader maybe when they invite a friend whose not familiar with the terms that come with being around Elvis and reader to Graceland the friend oversteps one of the boundaries that Elvis usually has set for the mafia. It could be anything like maybe the guy hurts reader's feelings or makes her uncomfortable, or is too nice to her for Elvis' liking, etc!

LOVE this, thank you so much! 🧚 Masterlist 🧚 Word Count: 2,790

Pairings: 60s!Elvis x Innocent F!Reader

Warnings: Attempted se*ual assault, mild mentions of violence, cursing, possessiveness, isolation of reader

Of course Elvis wanted you to be happy, he wasn't a monster, but he drew the line at your happiness coming from another man. If this made him selfish then so be it, he could live with himself being selfish if it meant he was the only source of your happiness.

But this meant there were guidelines for the Mafia, so to speak. He'd had a word with Jerry, who Elvis deemed to be the most understanding of the group, to pass on the message and make it known that whilst no-one should ignore you, you certainly shouldn't be entertained by anyone but Elvis.

Naturally, being the sweet and somewhat dumb little thing you were, you had no idea that there was this unspoken rule in place. You simply thought the Mafia weren't very fond of you so you liked to stay right by Elvis' side, just where he wanted you to be.

You'd actually voiced your concerns to Elvis, expressing to him how you felt a bit nervous in a group with all of them but Elvis would always softly assure you that, "Of course they like ya honey, who wouldn't?". But you were still never quite convinced.

So when all the Mafia and their partners were over at Graceland for a summer cookout, and Charlie Hodge had brought his friend Jonny for the first time, you were absolutely determined to make a good impression and try and make a friend out of him.

You and Elvis both loved cookouts, you enjoyed hosting and Elvis would always praise you for being his "pretty lil' hostess" and making sure no-one ever had an empty drink. "Elvis, Y/N, this is my friend Jonny, he actually flew in from Texas this mornin', the son-of-a-bitch basically begged me to bring him here!" Charlie joked, the cursing making you flinch a little.

You didn't like it when people cursed. For you, cursing was just a sign of aggression that you'd only experienced as a little girl from your father after he'd had maybe one too many whisky's. Elvis knew about how cursing had become a bit of a trigger point for you, he'd promised to never curse at, or around you.

"Well..." Jonny chuckled with his face growing beet-red at Charlie exposing his desperation to come to Graceland. "Wasn't quite like that was it, Char?" Jonny stammered uncomfortably.

Elvis, always being the best host, eased Jonny's embarrassment, offering him his hand to shake as he introduced the two of you and welcomed Jonny to the cookout. You squeaked hello, giving Jonny a cute little wave you held Elvis' hand with your other hand.

The cookout was going brilliantly, and of course it would, with Elvis cooking and you making sure everyone's drinks were full, the afternoon was always perfect.

Once you were satisfied that everyone had been accommodated, you dashed back into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare the next jug of homemade lemonade for your guests.

"Need a hand?" A low voice asked, making you jump and giggle as you saw Jonny in the doorway to the kitchen.

You offered the man a beaming smile, eager to not have another member of the Mafia become hostile to you. "Oh! Um, it's okay, but thank you! That's real kind of ya, sometimes it's a bit crazy but, um, I think everythin' is under control really! D'ya want another drink or somethin'?" You offered sweetly.

"I'm okay love, y'know, Elvis sure is one lucky fella to have you as his girl." He admitted, making you blush at the sudden compliment.

"Oh well, I don't know about that, I think I'm real lucky to be with Elvis. He's so talented and kind and all, and I'm just-" You paused, chewing on your lip. "Well, I'm just me, s'pose."

Jonny could tell that you were a shy, insecure and innocent little thing, in fact, anyone who met you could see that in you. You couldn't read social cues as well as others, even now, it was going right over your pretty head that Jonny was trying to pursue you and had less than favourable intentions towards you.

"Well, I think 'just you' is quite alright doll. Hell, more than alright, even Charlie was sayin' in the car on the ride up here about how beautiful and sweet you are and he sure as hell weren't lyin'." Jonny said, making you blush a little as he walked towards you as you stood by the counter.

A soft giggle left your lips at his words. You thought he was being awful silly, Charlie barely spoke to you. "But Charlie doesn't even speak to me!" You giggled. "He wouldn't say that!"

Jonny looked down fondly at you. He'd read things about you in the paper and heard multiple stories about you from Charlie and it was never really the King that Jonny had wanted to meet, no, it was you - the King's little princess.

You started to feel a little nervous at how close he was to you, but you tried to brush the feeling aside, figuring that he was just being friendly and oh boy, you really were desperate to get on Mafia's good side and have at least one 'guy friend' of the lot. And even if Jonny wasn't really in Elvis' circle, it was a good enough start you supposed.

"I'd say you were probably the most beautiful girl, I've ever laid eyes on." Jonny said, making your eyes widen at how forward he was being.

"Oh, um, gee, that sure is kind of you." You said softly, nerves bubbling up, no-one but Elvis spoke to you like this.

"And I sure don't wanna miss an opportunity like this, to be in the presence of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and not even try n'get a kiss outta it." Jonny muttered lowly, wrapping his big arms around you, locking you into him as your heart rate picked up and panic quickly set in.

"No, no, I don't wanna give you kisses, no I don't kiss no-one, just Elvis, no." You stammered, suddenly very frightened as you tried to wiggle away in his hold.

Your breathing quickened as your tears began to fill your eyes. "Oh honey, it's just a kiss, you're really gon' deny me one lil' kiss?" Jonny chastised.

You gasped in shock and immediately jolted away as he leaned in towards you, attempting to kiss you as you began to wrestle and thrash in his grasp, desperate to get away from him. Still, it was useless, he had a tight grip on you.

You didn't know what else to do but elbow him as hard as you could, causing him to cough loudly and stumble backwards, letting you go as he held a hand up to his torso where your elbow had hit him. You couldn't help but feel bad, even though you knew it was the only thing you could do, you just panicked, the interaction scaring you so much.

Suddenly, Jonny's demeanour wasn't as friendly and affectionate as it had previously been, his eyes dark as he spat on the floor in front of you, a scowl on his face. "You little bitch." He spat, making you flinch, before turning his back on you and exiting the kitchen without giving you another look.

You exhaled in relief as he disappeared as the tears began to roll. There were so many emotions travelling through your mind. You sat down at the little table in the kitchen, covering your face and letting out the soft sobs before you decided you needed to gather your composure.

There was no way you'd go back to the party, not yet anyway. No, you decided you were going to stay put and try and stay as composed as you possibly could. Everyone always looked forward to a cookout and you didn't want to upset anyone by ruining it, even if it wasn't you that had spoiled everything.

For the next half an hour or so you kept yourself preoccupied with little tasks, from polishing some silverware that you were going to use for dessert later on to organising flowers that you'd picked in the morning.

"Hey there baby, where ya been gone? Yer missin' the food little one." Elvis said, sauntering into the kitchen, a tone of concern in his voice, you'd not appeared in the garden for quite some time which was unlike you, you loved being in the garden and the sun for the cookouts, chatting to all the other women about all sorts of things and standing by Elvis has he cooked the meat, making sure you were doing your best to help by offering to pass him any utensil he needed, just like the good girl that you were. "You okay, honey?" Elvis checked.

"M'okay..." You said softly, focusing your attention on the flowers you were putting into a vase, flowers that you thought were awful pretty lookin'.

Elvis studied your face as he realised you were avoiding eye contact and trying to distract yourself from something with your pretty flowers.

Elvis sighed a heavy sigh before you felt yourself being spin to face him, as he then picked you up from under your armpits and sat on the counter, right next to your flowers and opposite Elvis.

Naturally, it was no secret that there was a size difference between you and Elvis and he'd always been able to overpower you and man handle you and in truth, you didn't really mind. No, you didn't really mind when Elvis would just suddenly pick you up and place you in his lap, or pick you up and spin you around after a show, you just felt looked after but on occasions like this, you did wish that he wasn't able to play with you like a rag doll.

"Now, baby, you know I can't help you feel all good n'better if ya don't tell me what's botherin' you, dontchu?" Elvis cooed, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up so that you could look at him.

You gulped a little, nervous when you were put on the spot like this, but you nodded compliantly, of course Elvis was right, he was always right.

"Shall we try that again then hm?" Elvis asked and you nodded once more, your eyes becoming ever so glassy with little tears threatening to trickle. "What's got my little love all quiet and sad?"

You opened your pink, plump lips but a heavy lump in your throat sabotaged you, leaving you unable to voice what had just happened to you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried again, Elvis gently rubbing your arm, his concern growing as he watched your state become more and more fragile.

"Y'know Charlie's friend, um, J-Jonny?" You feebly said, you voice barely louder than a whisper. Elvis simply hummed in response, letting you continue. "He um, h-he, well, he was bein' real' friendly see, and, u-um, well I was chattin' to him and then he tried t'kiss me, and, and, I promise I wasn't tryna be a flirt, I p-promise," Your voice cracked at your words, your fear that Elvis would somehow think that you were leading Jonny on, but Elvis knew you were telling the truth the moment the words left your lips.

See, Elvis knew what a good girl you were, you wouldn't hurt a fly nor would you dare lie to him, the only time you'd lied to Elvis was for his birthday when he correctly guessed the present that you were getting him was his favourite cologne. You lied and told him he was wrong to keep up the surprise but the guilt of lying to Elvis wracked through you which you'd eventually told Elvis, and you'd even asked him to drop you off at Confession as you just felt so bad for the white lie you told.

So there was no doubt in Elvis' mind that the little thing that was all sniffly and shy in front of him, would even think about flirting with any other man. He did however believe the idea that a man that was unfamiliar with the guidelines Elvis had set out regarding you, finding you irresistible and vulnerable enough to try and take advantage of you.

"Ssh, baby, it's okay, I know you were just bein' polite honey, dontchu worry about that." Elvis hushed, tracing his fingers along your hairline, trying to soothe you and trying to be as gentle with you as possible, even if there was a hell of a lot of anger bubbling up inside him.

He watched as you visibly seemed to relax a little at his reassurance, but the ordeal had clearly overwhelmed and scared you.

"Can you tell me what Jonny did to you, baby?" Elvis asked you as you nodded your head shakily, using the sleeve of your top to wipe away stray tears, something Elvis would've scolded you for if it were any other occasion.

"H-He, um, he tried to um, to kiss me Elvis, and I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't, he wouldn't let me go and I elbowed him, and I f-feel, I feel real bad about it because I didn't wanna hurt him, I promise Elvis, I r-really promise but um, it was just so s-scary, I just got scared, I didn't know what to do, I didn't wanna kiss him, I only kiss you." You cried softly and oh, how Elvis' heart broke.

He blamed himself, he should've known better than to let a stranger into your home together.

"Then, um he, he called me the 'b-word', I don't wanna say it, but you know the one-" You stopped speaking when Elvis nodded, understanding exactly what you were saying. "And then he left and I was just, I guess I just got scared he was gonna tell you I hurt him and I didn't mean to, and I just got upset, I just wanted to make a good impression and make friends with him." You let out a wobbly sigh, exhausted by what had happened. "I just wanted to make friends, m'sorry, it was just the first time one of the guys seemed to like me and I s'pose I just misunderstood." You trailed off, so sad that your attempt at making friends with a guy had backfired so much.

"Oh dolly, you didn't know any better, did you?" Elvis cooed as he looked down on you. You were a teary albeit beautiful sight to behold. You shook your head in agreement. "He clearly had bad intentions baby, just tryna' take advantage of my little girl."

"I don't think I should have man friends no more." You said gently. "I just wanted some more friends, but I think I should only have girlfriends, I don't wanna be friends with no more guys no more I don't think." You said softly, babbling your thoughts out loud, but it was music to Elvis' ears hearing you believe you shouldn't be surrounded by any men other than him.

"I think that's a very good idea little one." Elvis agreed, cupping your face in his large hands. "I ain't ever gon' let you be in a situation like that again, never." Elvis promised you, his tone so, so serious.

"Now, I don't think you're in any fit state to be entertainin' sweetheart, and I ain't exactly in the best o'spirits right now, so you're gon' head on upstairs f'me, get undressed and get the bathtub goin', I'm gon' tell all of them outside that party's over, they all gotta go, then I'm gon' come find you and give you a bath and then we're gon' go to the Jungle Room and watch whatever you wanna watch on the television set, okay? Just us." Elvis said and you nodded, certainly liking that idea far more than going outside and being faced with Jonny again, although you did feel bad for ruining the cookout, even if Elvis would later assure you that it was not your fault in the slightest.

Elvis pressed a kiss atop your head before allowing you to jump down from the counter, doing as you were told after cuddling Elvis and running upstairs to yours and Elvis' room.

As the tub was getting full with water, you couldn't help but peek out of the curtains, watching as each of the guests departed.

The last guests to leave were Charlie and Jonny and even though they were in the car and a little hard to see, you could've sworn Jonny was driving away with a busted lip and black eye. But when you asked Elvis about it nervously, he reminded you that you'd had a very overwhelming day and you weren't thinking straight and you nodded, realising that he was probably right.

Elvis was always right.

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xxsecretlykinxx · 1 year

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Pink lemonade - one of my favourite drinks. This is my dad's recipe!

For those who want a refreshing, sweet, fruity kick to their day!

This recipe is for one litre! Double everything for two litres, but I suggest adding half a tablespoon of extra sugar if you're making two litres.

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INGREDIENTS:

100ml Hot or boiling water

100ml Lemon juice (fresh or bottled)

3tbs Sugar

2 caps full Strawberry essence/extract

800ml cold water

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INTRUCTIONS:

STEP ONE

Into a measuring jug, pour hot water. Add sugar, and stir to dissolve.

STEP TWO

Add lemon juice and strawberry essence/extract. Mix well.

STEP THREE

Pour into whatever jug you're going to use to serve it and add the cold water.

Boom! You're done. I highly recommend also adding a metric shit-tonne of icecubes. I made this today and just put the jug away in the fridge so. You can do that. Lol

Also if you want it more red/pink just add a drop or two of some food colouring!

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I hope you enjoy this pink lemonade as much as I do! You can always change the recipe to your taste (if you want it more flavoured, more lemon-y, more sweet etc).

#alterhuman #otherkin #alterhumanity #otherkinity #therian #otherkin community #therianthropy #kitchen #kin food #kin drinks

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asharestupid · 9 months

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It's come to my attention that people who aren't poor don't typically save things that are single use.

So here's some ways you can reuse them:

- Old butter bowls? Wash them out and keep them! You can use them in place of Tupperware or throw some soil in it and plant things in it! (Me and my sibs always used to paint the outside of the bowl when we planted stuff in it)

- Plastic bottles? Save and refill them! Stop buying plastic water bottles, you have empty Gatorade bottles right there! Just take off the label, wash em out, put more water in em, and put em in the fridge.

- those plastic bags you carry your things in from the store? Keep them! If you have a dog they make good poo-bags (I usually double bag) . If not, you can put them in small trash cans as a trash bag.

- empty cardboard boxes? (Be it pizza boxes or the box a package came in, etc) Save them!!! If you have a fireplace they make amazing fire starters. If not, put presents in them.

- old magazines/newspaper/ads you got in the mail? If you have an animal that's in a cage, rip them (the papers not the animal lol) up and put them as liners! (If you're putting them in the actual cage and not just in the poop tray pls put fleece or smth over them)

- bubble wrap you're not using anymore? if you have children/anyone who enjoys it then let them pop it before you throw it out!!!

- old clothes that are in too bad of a shape to donate? Cut them up!! You can use them as rags, material to make patches out of, or as lining for a cage. (Don't cut them up if you're gonna use them as lining, and make sure the material is safe for whatever pet you have.)

- empty milk jugs/any big bottle? Wash them out and fill them back up. (Not necessarily with milk lol) my family buys powdered kool aid & lemonade so when we make it we put it in one of the empty jugs we have. If you have animals that drink out of a water bowl you can fill a jug up with water and go to them, that way you don't risk spilling the water everywhere.

- old shoelaces/drawstrings? You can make bracelets with them!! Just treat them like string, they make quite durable bracelets. Or you can use them as jar seals if you have a bit of cloth.

There are so many more things you can do with them, these are just things off the top of my head.

#poor #lower class #activism #environment #environmentallyfriendly #environmental health #environmental sustainability #environmentallyconscious #thrifting #fuck republicans #fuck conservatives #writer things #writers on tumblr

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ayurvedicdrinkforweightloss · 2 years

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The Indian lemonade or Shikanji is popular across the length and breadth of the country. The shikanji recipe may be simple, but the goodness that comes with it is innumerable. You can make shikanji with items available in your kitchen. It is an instant and refreshing summer drink.

#Drinking Shikanji

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hotdemonsummer · 3 years

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how do you make your lemonade

okay so youre going to want to adjust to the size of your container (jug etc) but you want to start with simple syrup so equal cups water and sugar on low heat until homogenized. so i do 1 cup water 1 cup sugar which i guess is 1 cup simple syrup? idk.

so then its 1 cup simple syrup + 1.5 cups lemon juice + 3+ cups water to dilute. i like mine really sweet so youre probably going to want to add more water but yeah its just sugar and lemon juice. the simple syrup is important because sugar doesnt dissolve well in cold liquid

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erinisdarling · 4 years

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𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑠.

Pairing: Ginny Weasley x Fem!Reader.

Prompt(s): Bare feet for @kalimagik 's A Very Harry Potter Summer.

Warnings: If you are triggered by homosexual content then you should leave this blog in general.

Word count: 954

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@kalimagik @hufflefluff-writer

You silently untangled yourself from the baby blue sheets your wife had picked out for the last month of summer. The sun was lazily putting away its heavy quilt of houses and flying towards the sky. Heading to the kitchen, you opened the sliding door to the garden for your owl to enter. You walked past your cozy living room and settled for the small kitchen.

You opened the pantry and took out the flour, sugar, nutella, maple syrup and biscuits, while you grabbed from the fridge milk, butter, eggs, raspberries and blueberries, bananas and a glass jug of homemade pink lemonade. You left the materials on the counter just in time for Patroclus to land on the dining table.

You gave him some treats and grabbed the handful of letters. Leaving the post on the counter table, you continued your work. Making pancakes wasn't hard, you had done it before after all. You mixed the ingredients, put some oil into the frying pan etc.

You put the pancakes on two different plates. You poured some maple syrup and sprinkled some biscuit crumbs, on one, and poured some nutella you heated in the microwave on the other.

You rushed to the garden and cut some yellow roses and white daisies, tied them with a violet ribbon and put them on the tray inbetween the plates. You put a bowl with fruits and two glasses of pink lemonade on the tray too. You held it with both hands on your way to the master bedroom.

Ginny was sleeping peacefully on her belly, her red flanel raised slightly to reveal her freckled back. "Babe? Hey, babe!" Ginny stirred uncomfortably. "Goodmornin' beautiful!" you said. Nothing. Ginny kept sleeping like a baby. "Ginerva Weasley, please get up!" you yelled frustrated and Ginny started laughing so hard she almost chocked. You left the food on the bedside table and sat down on the bed beside her.

She rolled on her back and looked at you innocently. "Goodmorning bubble." she said seductively. "You cannot fool me, Weaslette." you let out a breathy laugh. "So, i brought breakfast!" you said with excitement. She laughed and said: "I know. I can smell the pancakes from here. That's why I'm awake". You both giggled a little before settling the tray carefully between the two of you.

As you were eating, you remembered the letters. You blindly searched for your wand before raising it and speaking the summoning charm. The letters came flying towards your right hand as you made the effort to fetch them.

Ginny opened one first and laughed while she was shoving a piece of pancake with syrup and banana in her mouth. She showed you a photo of Draco and Harry on an Australian beach with Teddy and 2-year-old Scorpius. Draco and Scorpius both seemed happier, since Astoria died they weren't at their best, till Draco saw Harry at a Ministry event. Teddy was expected to go to his second year. He was happier too, with Harry as his adoptive father and now Draco.

After Harry's eighth year at Hogwarts, Ginny met you on the train ride back. You two fell in love and Ginny broke up with Harry to move in with you after your graduation. And here you two are in a cottage in Brighton on a children-free weekend.

Yes, children. Did i mention that you two used the same donor? And now you have two baby girls? Frederica and Yvonne are about to be four soon with the difference of 18 days. Freddie looks a lot like Ginny, since she gave birth to her, and Yvonne is no different, taking after your characteristics.

One of the other letters was from the girls, talking about their Saturday at the Burrow with Molly and the rest of the Weasleys. The third was from one of the Harpies members asking for the time and place of tomorrow's practice (Ginny said something about replying later) and the fourth was from the Quibbler for an interview with Ginny.

You finished your food and she offered to do the dishes. You sat on the living room, adjusting the crystals you hang with string from the ceiling close to the garden glass door last week, so whenever the light strokes them, rainbows dance on the walls.

You put a CD in the radio and played 'Fly me to the moon' by Frank Sinatra. You slowly glided across the small distance towards the kitchen. When Ginny detected your presence in the room she smiled, her dimples showing. But she ignored you, making your attention seeking mode take over.

You hugged her waist and buried your head in her hair, the strong smell of cinnamon filling your nostrils. She let out a soft chuckle before closing the tap and letting whatever plate fall in the sink with a clink. 'Let me play among the stars' you sang in her ear while swaying to the rhythm going backwards to the living room. At some point you both took of your flip flops, the coolness of the floor licking your heels. Once infront of the morning light you spined her around and let your hands rest on her waist for the second time. You two gracefully danced to the music barefoot, spinning and laughing and singing.

'You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, in other words

I love you.'

You both sung the last verse to the song, her eyes twinkling, and then kissed lovingly as she caressed your cheeks. One of the rainbows was blinding you but you didn't care, as long as you could hold Ginerva Weasley in your hands.

#harry potter #drarry #ginny weasley x reader #ginny weasley #y/n #lesbian pride #one shot

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pntbttrspn · 3 years

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LEMONADE 🍋

I think people underestimate the metaphor of taking lemons and making them lemonade. Just think about it, making anything takes a PROCESS (keyword). You don't just buy a bag of lemons and put them in a jar and WAALLLAHHHH MAGIC.

Nay Nay, it's a process just to pick the right lemons. Making sure they aren't bruised, nicked, or even squishy. Then it takes more than JUST lemons, you’ll need sugar and water. This process* has to be specific and measured to fit the glass, pitcher, jug, etc. perfectly.

SO IN CONCLUSION people, when life throws lemons at yo ass. Catch them but make sure you remember its a PROCESS to make that lemonade hunny.

#your welcome #girl advice #peanutbutter #spoonful #lemonade #life #process #black girl magic

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briellelevi · 4 years

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『 maude apatow. twenty-one. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that GABRIELLE LEVI from CHESTNUT DRIVE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -INVASIVE & -IMPULSIVE. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool FLORIST and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +AFFECTIONATE & +IDEALISTIC. i hope i see them around again! 『 kenna. twenty. cst. she/her. 』

basics

full name: gabrielle luisa levi.

nicknames: gabby, gabs (family only), brielle, bri, elle, etc

age: twenty-one.

birthday: january 23rd, 1999 (capricorn)

gender / pronouns: cis woman, she/her

sexuality: bisexual.

family: david levi (father), katherine carmichael (mother), older brother, aurora levi (older sister)

hometown: mapleview.

background

meet the youngest levi child: gabrielle. most know her as brielle, the nickname she started going by when she was thirteen. no one rlly calls her gabrielle except for her family & super close family friends.

she was always super close to her dad growing up. like.... total daddy’s girl. it probably had a lot to do with her dad being the ‘fun parent’ tbh

looves her siblings! always. was v much the annoying nosy little sister growing up. meddled quite a bit in their personal affairs. did the same to her friends too tbh. but in a well meaning way! she just wants her friends and family to be happy and thinks that sometimes they just need a push, yanno??

juggled a million different activities throughout school. she was always picking up new hobbies and was just... trying new things constantly. embroidery. sewing. drawing. she got rlly into writing one summer and even wrote a book! it uh... wasn’t very good. she was like twelve, ok?

she played quite a few sports in middle & high school. her personal favorite and the one she consistently came back to every year was tennis. oh, she loved everything about it! she did really contemplate maybe becoming a professional tennis player but... she wasn’t that good and she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle that much pressure.

and even with her million hobbies, she still found time to act out a bit. she was constantly sneaking out of the house. to go to parties, to hang out with her on again/off again boyfriend, to sneak into abandoned buildings after dark. why? she couldn’t really tell you. maybe it was just her boyfriend’s influence or it was her acting out due to her parents fighting OR acting out because her dad was the mayor and it always seemed like everyone’s eyes were on her anyways. who knows! she doesn’t. it was fun though. she does look back on those times fondly.

she has always been very impulsive and not rlly the best at making decisions. she went and got a tattoo of her boyfriend’s initials when she was eighteen. like... right on her eighteenth birthday. she was young, in love, and wanted to prove it. he did the same.

two more impulsive tattoos followed that one. one of a bee on a flower & one that says “remember who you are”. she still has yet to regret the last two. she thinks they’re nice.

and probably the biggest impulsive decision she’s ever made - she moved to new york city with her boyfriend when she was nineteen. it was while her parents were divorcing and she kinda just wanted to get away. from her mom more than her anyone, she was just like... really upset and angry with her. even though rationally she knew that her parents were probably better off apart. at first, she just wanted to take a trip but her boyfriend was wanting to move so she thought... hey! why not? and off she went.

she got a job at a little flower shop in new york that really opened her eyes to just how much she loved flowers. she had always been the type of kid to just pluck flowers out of the ground (sometimes out of her neighbor’s garden) and give them to her friends and family. she just never really thought that she could do something with flowers as a job.

a year after the move though, she learned that her boyfriend had been cheating on her. almost for like... the whole time they had been living there??? a mutual friend told her and she was honestly just heartbroken.

and to like.... everyone’s surprise, her mom was the one she called in tears that night. she’ll say that she just called her mom because she knew her dad was busy as mayor but really... she just wanted her mom. her mom picked her up as soon as she could and brielle ended up staying with her for a few months. it was a nice time for the two of them and they repaired their relationship a bit. it was good for them

she ended up moving into an apartment with some old friends from high school and has been ever since she moved back (which... if my math is correct was about a year ago?? give or take). she likes having roommates.

lil fun facts

rides a bike basically everywhere she goes. she knows how to drive, she just prefers not to. the whole thing just makes her really nervous.

loves to cook!!! is always cooking different meals for her roommates. has been known to cook breakfast for any one nightstands/fwbs/significant others her roommates have had over.

likes insects. she just thinks they’re Neat. has seriously considered starting up beekeeping as a hobby. she’s done a lot of research into it but she doesn’t think her current residence is the best place for it.

went vegan for like a month back in high school. still enjoys a lot of vegan dishes though! she tries to eat vegan at least once a week.

likes flavored lemonades. strawberry is her favorite and is the usually what she has in the house. whether she made it herself or just bought a jug from the store. depends on how she’s feeling that week.

has a lil kitty cat named pepper! she technically adopted pepper with her ex-boyfriend but he just let her take her :)

really likes pressing flowers. she likes to make art out of them and has considered starting an etsy shop. not just for the pressed flower art but for some of her embroidery and sewing projects.

is looking to cover her tattoo of her ex’s initials.... if anyone has any ideas pls hit her up she’s so tired of looking at it its so cringe-y

wanted connections

her roommates!! she probably has like... 2 or 3 of them? they should be around the same age as her considering most of them are her friends from high school.

best friend since childhood! they kept in touch when brielle moved away but it just wasn’t the same. was probably overjoyed when she moved back!!! could be her roommate too? maybe? idk. up 2 you!

high school exes - people she dated before her ex. or even during one of the times they had broken up. they were always off & on in high school.

her ex she moved to new york with? could be fun.... why did he move back? who knows!

almost lover/one that got away - this is gonna be the most specific one but like... they were always super close friends. they had feelings for brielle. had this dramatic “Hey, I Love You” confession right before she moved away in a hope that maybe she’d choose to stay. rlly confused her tbh. she left anyway. now she’s back! they could decide to just be friends. maybe they’re over her but brielle has feelings for them. maybe they BOTH like each other but think the other one doesn’t. we could do anything! i just like... angst.

family friends - yanno... friends of the family. could be friends with her dad or her mom. or was a mutual friend idk.

hmmm... this is all i can think of atm... i’m rlly up for anything! i’m gonna try to make like an actual in-depth wanted connections page but no promises bc i can be lazy ://

#mapleviewintro

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starrierknight-main · 4 years

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❤️ for the one and only fic i own, crystalline rainbows

Read "crystalline rainbows" here

❤️ - highschool English teacher nitpicky

Okay, so first paragraph. I notice some particularly strange imagery:

The sun was lazily putting away its heavy quilt of houses and flying towards the sky.

I understand wanting to describe things in new and exciting ways, but its possible to string together too many words. Ask yourself: What is the reader supposed to take away from this?

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Descriptive accuracy is important, but it comes to the point where if you list over three things, it can sound more like a shopping list rather than a description.

Consider listing only three ingredients and then referring to the rest as “the other ingredients”.

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Consider changing the way you describe the reader’s actions. You’ve used of a lot of “You ___”. Here’s an example of how you can describe the same thing in a more engaging way:

“You cracked the egg into the frying pan.” VS. “The egg sizzled as it hit the hot iron of the frying pan, the clear egg white solidifying into the perfect fried egg.”

This helps your text feel less repetitive whilst engaging the reader’s other senses!

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This is pretty self explanatory: new speaker, new line. It makes it easier for the reader to distinguish who is saying what.

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When using dialogue tags you end the sentence with a comma rather than a full stop.

“Good morning.” Ginny mumbled groggily. VS. “Good morning,” Ginny mumbled groggily.

This improves the dialogue flow considerably.

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Yes!!! Loving all the LGBTQ representation!!!

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Unless you continue the style of being the personal narrator, it’s best to not slip it in. Otherwise it disrupts the flow of the fic, jolting the reader into realising that you, the author, are actively narrating.

Avoid using “I” unless it’s for dialogue to stop the confusion.

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In summary,

This is a nice fic. I really enjoyed the banter between the reader and Ginny, I think they both definitely seemed very in love with each other.

In general, I think you could work on your descriptions to make them seem less staccato compared to your dialogue. Basic grammar rules, proper punctuation, using capitals etc... Getting a good grip on the rules means you can break them more enjoyably.

:))

#fic review

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firstwaterfilters · 3 years

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The Truth About Water Filters

Next time when a young person asks what kind of adult you are, please say something like this: “Suddenly, you are worried that the water filter is dirty, you chose the wrong water filter, or you need to replace the water filter, but you don’t remember Where is it. This book tells you how to do it. You don’t remember where to put the replacement water filter, so you press the reset button and you will worry about it again a few months later.”

Most people have a good chance of having some kind of water filter in their homes, but this seemingly simple devices-they just filter water, right? -very complicated. There are many legal questions about water filters. You should ask them if you want to ensure the health of the whole family. Do you really need to use a water filter? Are they worth spending such crazy money? Do you really need to replace them? Do they really make your drinking water safer?

This is an interesting trivia-the water filter is not a modern invention.

According to Lenntech Water Treatment Solutions, the foundation of water purification can be traced back to 2,000 BC. Records from ancient Greece, Egypt, and India indicate that they knew the importance of clean water and usually boiled and filtered it through sand or gravel. In 500 BC, Hippocrates developed a water filter that we recognized. He called it the Hippocratic Sleeve, which is essentially a cloth bag into which water can be poured to filter out sediment.

Rome built a huge aqueduct and infrastructure system, but the fall of Rome destroyed most of them and left many things on hold. It was not until 1627 that Sir Francis Bacon tried to filter out salt from the water through sand.

By the 1700s, some houses were using filters made of sponge, charcoal, and wool. It was not until Scotland built the first water treatment plant in 1804 that filtration began on a municipal scale. In 1854, the cholera epidemic swept through London and found that even if the water seemed safe to drink, it was not necessarily clean. Australia’s water filter company said that Queen Victoria really increased the visibility of household water filters, especially the pottery forms made by Royal Dalton. The carbon filter came out in 1862, and all that is left is to perfect the ideas that people have worked on for hundreds of years.

There are several different filters, but most filters follow the same general principles. According to Explain That Stuff, most filters have two parts that work together to remove impurities from the water. First, there is a physical part-water is filtered through a fine mesh, which usually handles larger impurities.

Another method is chemical filtration, which sounds similar at first glance. However, here, water will flow through something (such as activated carbon), where a chemical reaction will occur, causing impurities to be pulled out of the water and into the filter.

Frigidaire said the activated carbon filter is the most common filter used in households. That’s because it has the best of both worlds. Larger particles will be captured on the surface of the charcoal, and the carbon will absorb some other unwanted pollutants in the water, especially lead and volatile organic compounds or VOCs. Then, a chemical reaction also took place here, and it was this kind of reaction that helped to remove the chlorine in the water.

This is a simple question: Why do you think most people choose to install a water filter in their house or choose a water filter?

According to data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, one of the most common reasons people start researching filters is that they don’t like the taste of water. Sometimes, when you drink tap water, you are tasting chemicals that make it safe. Since this is a popular complaint, many of the most popular refrigerator and jug filters are designed to improve this taste.

Another common reason for using water filters is that households may be concerned that lead can seep into the water from pipes. They may also worry that arsenic will enter the water source, although this is usually a bigger problem for those with private wells. Nitrate can also enter the water system of a well, and anyone dealing with a medical condition affecting their immune system should choose a water filter very carefully.

When choosing a water filtration system, there are many more options than you think, and CDC says that not all options are the same. It all depends on your needs and how much time and money you are willing to spend.

For example, look at those water filter tanks. Of course, they are easy to use and do not require any special requirements, but if you drink a lot of water or make a lot of lemonade, iced tea, or any kind of water-waiting for the water to flow through the filter, it becomes very, very boring.

Refrigerator filters are great, and most filters also filter the water used in the ice maker. But these edr1rxd1 water filters need to be replaced regularly, which may increase costs. If most of your water comes from a tap, you can also install a tap-installed filter. However, some installations require professional installation, and you may find that it greatly reduces the water flow. Some may even require modifications to your existing pipeline, so the first thing is to determine how far you are willing to go. The same is true for the filter under the sink, but if you want to save space and filter all the water, it might be worth it.

Then there are many options for the water treatment system throughout the house, which may be convenient for people who use wells or especially hard water. It will treat all incoming water, but it may require not only professional installation but also regular maintenance. Take the time to weigh the pros and cons!

The light in the refrigerator flashes again, which means the filter needs to be replaced. But the water flowing from it tastes good, so is it really necessary to replace the filter?

Home Revolution provides a useful analogy and says that you should think of the water filter as a lint tray in a clothes dryer. It will collect various variants, and if you don’t empty them, terrible things will happen. The same thing happens to your water filter, if you don’t make changes, its efficiency will be reduced, and you won’t even be able to use the water filter. The photo here shows a clean and dirty water filter-do you want to drink from dirty filtered water?

Different water filters have different service lives, so you must consult the accompanying literature to see how often the water filter needs to be replaced-usually, this is based on time or the amount of water filtered. To

According to Fresh Water Systems, if you do not replace the refrigerator filter, it is likely that all the contaminants captured so far will actually overflow and eventually return to the water. That will definitely make you sick.

If choosing a water filtration system seems overwhelming, then this is a way to help eliminate those systems that are not worth the time. According to the CDC, one of the best things you can do is to look for “NSF” marks. This means that the product has been evaluated by the independent research company NSF International, which tests various products to ensure they meet public health standards, and its label will inform you of the results.

NSF International regularly tests products and conducts on-site testing to ensure that they continue to meet the standards, and the health of your family is involved, which is exactly what you want.

NSF’s specific criteria for testing water treatment products include distillation, cyst reduction, reverse osmosis, and taste and odor-in other words, no matter what you want the water filter to do, NSF can tell you how good it the water is. If you don’t see their approval seal, please keep looking.

Water filters may filter out a lot of bad things, but this does not mean they are clean. According to a study by the University of Michigan (via Michigan NPR), the opposite is true.

The researchers studied the number of bacteria coming out of the water filter and said: “The number of bacteria coming out of the water filter has increased relative to the number of bacteria entering the water filter. We found that the number of these bacteria can increase at most 100 times. .”

Although they emphasize that not all bacteria are dangerous bacteria, there are some follow-up footnotes on this. If you choose an entire house filter to remove chlorine from the water, the CDC warns that you have a chance to eventually increase the number of bacteria and bacteria living in the pipeline. To

This is worth thinking about, and so is this important warning from the CDC: For those with compromised immune systems (such as those undergoing chemotherapy or other cancer treatments), water filters are essential. However, because bacteria accumulate in the water filter, those people should not replace the filter cartridge. Even healthy individuals should wear gloves when replacing ink cartridges and wash their hands thoroughly afterward.

The term “sticker impact” hasn’t even begun to explain how you feel when you buy those replacement filters. Whether they are canister filters or refrigerator filters, it seems that their prices are very unreasonable. What happened here?

Glacial Pure said in the now-deleted blog post that there are factors that make the cost of replacing the filter high, and the cost of the high-quality raw materials needed to ensure that the filter operates as expected are only part of the story. The production of water filters also requires a lot of research and development. Once completed, a lot of testing must be carried out before being put on the market. This is not just a test problem, but a series of test problems, including special tests for heavy metals, residual chlorine, particles, etc., etc. To

You would think that all these seem to be excused. This is forgivable. Consumer Reports has studied whether expensive water filters are really better. They found that they are absolutely, and there is only one aftermarket filter with legal credentials and test results (and a lower price tag), and that is Culligan. Even they did not get the same certification as the more expensive models, which shows that the water filter is definitely worth your money.

When you think of something that is often counterfeited, you may not think of a w10295370 water filter. But you should-Sharon said that the counterfeit water purifier industry poses a major health risk.

It turns out that this is a lucrative market. After all, water filters are expensive, and they are one of those things that people are willing to try to make cheaper. There are many such things that are difficult to study-which means there are many things on the market that have not been evaluated.

There is a bigger problem-not only can they not really improve the taste of water or remove pollutants, but they can actually leak pollutants into the water. According to the Association of Home Appliance Manufacturers, it was discovered that the forged filters could leak arsenic and other carcinogens.

It is estimated that there are millions of such fake water filters on the market, and the situation is so serious that the US Customs and Border Patrol have begun to capture them. Between 2016 and 2018, they grabbed more than 150,000 people before reaching the intended Amazon seller. They warned consumers to be vigilant. These fakes usually try to imitate legitimate companies, but if they don’t look right, they may be incorrect.

#water filter #glacialpure #refrigerator water filter #healthylifestyle

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szymonwalendowski · 3 years

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Redemption notes - Lemonade

Redemption:

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons, the zest of half a lemon. Pour the water from one jug then into the other several times. Strain through a clean napkin.

Grandmother, the alchemist, you spun gold out of this hard life, conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kit. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter who then passed it down to her daughter.

I had my ups and downs, but I always find the inner strength to pull myself up. I was served lemons, but I made lemonade. My grandma said "Nothing real can be threatened." True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption and my torturers became my remedy. So we're gonna heal. We're gonna start again. You've brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers.

You're the magician. Pull me back together again, the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk. Knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds ... but we can't hear them.

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“Redemption” is a poem by poet and activist Warsan Shire and is used in the last and eleventh sequence of the film, presenting the culmination of all of the grief, pain and immeasurable anger of the previous 10 installments. Against all odds, Beyonce has managed to work through her pain until she begins to heal.

In ‘Redemption’, Beyonce walks us through her grandmother’s lemonade recipe

Lemons symbolize the sourness of betrayal, which like the recipe itself, has been passed down through generations, as revealed by the line: ‘You passed these instructions down to your daughter who then passed it down to her daughter’.

Grandmother, the Alchemist - Alchemists tried to turn metals into gold, similarly as turning sour lemons into sweet lemonade.

The women of Beyonce’s bloodline have all had to make their own version of lemonade at one point in their lives. Now, in ‘Redemption’, it’s Beyonce’s turn to do the same.

The definition of redemption is “an occasion when someone is saved from evil, suffering, etc.” and in this context her partner is her saviour. He is the source of her pain, but is also the only person who can heal her, as revealed by ‘my torturer became my remedy”. She admits that she needs some time to trust him, but for the time being she just wants to love him, heal and start again.

The line “nothing real can be threatened” shows that real love will pass the test of time

“You discovered the antidote within your own kitchen / broke the curse with your own two hands.” The message is clear — the protagonist of Beyoncé’s narrative, has forged her own path to recovery.

This process of healing is not only about her marriage, but also about the healing of black women from their intergenerational experiences of neglect and mistreatment.

The process of making lemonade, or healing and overcoming life’s obstacles is present in every generation - Beyonce once again emphasizes the motif of the past and present merging, focusing on women of colour experiencing similar problems, which are deeply embedded in their legacy and ancestral spirit.

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florasportfolio · 3 years

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Beyonce: Redemption

Redemption:

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons, the zest of half a lemon. Pour the water from one jug then into the other several times. Strain through a clean napkin.

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In ‘Redemption’, Beyonce walks us through her grandmother’s lemonade recipe in

Grandmother, the Alchemist - Alchemists tried to turn metals into gold, similarly as turning sour lemons into sweet lemonade.

The women of Beyonce’s bloodline have all had to make their own version of lemonade at one point in their lives. Now, in ‘Redemption’, it’s Beyonce’s turn to do the same.

The line “nothing real can be threatened” shows that real love will pass the test of time

This process of healing is not only about her marriage, but also about the healing of black women from their intergenerational experiences of neglect and mistreatment.

VISUALS:

Throughout the film, imagery of a Southern plantation home is featured multiple women walking, feast, - family atmosphere, see the generational differences, women of various age that belong to the same family are shown.

Meant to highlight the struggles of black Women, as the plantation setting refers to the slavery period, and racism in America. Generally, this section is meant to point out the difficulty’s of life faced in every family.

Black and white color scheme which shifts to color when Jay Z’s grandmother speaks, still a warm palette, resembling an old camera adding a nostalgic feeling.

Hattie - in her 90’s, experienced hardship, prominence of slavery in America during the 1930’s-60’s

This indicates that the grandmothers teach us to turn bitter lemons into sweet lemonade, add color and warmth to the black and white reality of their children

Their experiences are passed on to the younger generations who have the chance to improve their situation.

The entire album is Beyonce attempt to transform the bitterness in her life into something sweet. Jay Z’s betrayal only leads to her biggest creative invention yet.

(after Hattie scene) Return to black & white → more of the previous clips

Black-and-white footage of two young women standing knee-deep in water, resembling a baptismal scene - cleansing, renewal

But also they show the inescapable nature of the situation. The experiences that are passed on by older generations have to be relived by younger ones. But Beyonce ads an optimistic note when there is a shift of color palette again -

Finally, colour at the moment in which she says “So we're gonna heal.” → hopeful moment, as they cultivate the crops, personal growth is reflected in the growth of a plant

The importance of solidarity is emphasized, in friendship and family.

Beyonce also pays homage to the sweet, sugary drink that has brought women in the South together for centuries

This concludes the album, showing Beyonce has transformed and is now in the process of healing and improving - return to motif of kitsugi art.

Next clips: a lot of sunshine, very warm, happy, hopeful, upbeat music, last scene before black-out - different generation powerful women sitting on the porch (zendaya) → for “but we can’t hear them” black-out

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hisgirlwonder · 5 years

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Innocence Lost (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Length: 3.8K words Warning: Probably quite a bit (abandonment and betrayal, emotional abuse, manipulation, daddy issues, degradation, anal stuff, use of body fluids, etc) Synopsis: In your father’s eyes, you were his and his alone... until you weren’t; until he’d sold you to the Son of Satan for his own survival. Notes: Just a warning that if you are triggered by issues such as family problems, emotional abuse, abusive men in general, etc, that you probably shouldn’t read this. I wanted to try and make something really horrible since I needed a break from fluff so you’ve been warned. I took inspiration from a couple of movies and I hope you enjoy! If you want to read anything else I’ve written, you can find stuff in my masterlist. (ps. I had to make YN look like Vivien for the sake of my story.)

When you look back on everything, you realise a part of you had always known that your father only cared about himself. It all started when you were nine or ten and recall falling asleep to the sound of your parents screaming at each other. Tears rolled off your face and soaked your pillowcase while you held a hand over each of your ears in an effort to drown out the noise. One day your mother had enough, took off to go and get a pack of cigarettes but she never returned. You spent hours sitting by the front door before and after school waiting for her return – it was like this for almost a year.

A naïve belief had planted itself inside your mind as a child that he did his best to love you which was somewhat true… except it wasn’t really. Loving your child should be unconditional and yet for your father it was the exact opposite; with strict conditions. He only loved you in the moments that he didn’t see her.

The disappearing act of your youth changed him forever. It changed you, too, but this is when he began to figuratively sink himself into and under your skin. Looking at you pained him because you were the spitting image of her when they first met all those years ago; head full of long, luscious, strawberry-blonde locks and piercing blue eyes which bore through a man’s soul and found their way into his heart without even trying. His existence became like a sign at a crossroads – stagnant and unable to move and he couldn’t bear to be without you because she had already left. Your father couldn’t let you leave, too.

The name Michael had been mentioned in passing a long time ago when the two of them first met and went into business; that’s all you’d been told; no surprises if he turned out to be as corrupt as your father. The man who helped bring you into this world seemed wholesome on the surface but beneath it all he was a crook; a man who used manipulation, treachery, sometimes even force, to get what he wanted. His Devilish dealings and misdemeanours probably were the reason why when Michael came along you couldn’t jump into his arms fast enough.

Being as oblivious as you were, you gave excuses for the behaviour and never fought back because you were brainwashed into thinking his actions were warranted. Your mother, after all, gave birth to you and it was only fair for you to take over her role in the household which meant dealing with his venomous tongue.

When this new person appeared in your life, seemingly out of nowhere, he lit up your life like a firework on the fourth of July. He was charming, charismatic, and all the things your mother would have warned you about had she still been around - you imagine she would have told you a man is only as good as the company he keeps. You’d already discovered your father was bad news and you were to learn that Michael was too, despite the pretty face.

“Y/N, come here. There’s someone I want to introduce you to.”

You’re called to come outside and meet the visitor your father has invited over. It’s near impossible to contain the excitement you’re feeling because you’ve never had your own visitors so you run as fast as you can to the door. There’s a man standing on the deck who doesn’t look much older than you standing there and hands down he is one of the most beautiful human beings you’ve ever seen.

A hand presses against your lower back, pushing you closer to this unknown person. Introductions from your father are had and you learn that this aesthetically pleasing person standing before you happens to be Michael. In a display of kindness, you hold out a hand for him to shake but he has other plans – taking that same hand in his and placing a kiss on the back of it. Your attempt to greet him is a failure because your vocal chords seem stuck; held down by nerves at the sight of this gorgeous man. Michael can feel the shyness you’re emanating and continues to hold your hand; only now stroking the palm with a couple of fingers.

“Hello, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. F/N has told me so much about you.”

His voice bewitched you without any effort but your heart-eyes and swooning are cut short by your father interrupting, inviting Michael inside for lemonade. Michael replies with an answer that sounds as if there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

The three of you walk to the kitchen which is fine until daddy dearest makes a comment in your ear when you’re getting the jug of lemonade from the fridge about how Michael is a good man and how he’s going to take care and look after you. You have no idea what he meant nor did you care because, for the first time in your life, a boy had awoken something inside you.

You sit on the chair closest to Michael after the drinks are poured and are enamoured once again; intoxicated by his presence. Michael proposes a toast, to friendships, meeting you, and for you being as magnificent as described. Your skin began to flush because your father had been the only man allowed to call you that.

Two months have passed and what started off innocently enough has transpired into something else. Michael, of course, has nothing to do with it because he hasn’t touched you besides holding your hand or brushing your hair, but your mind works in other ways. Somehow he’s gotten trapped inside your skull and every thought and dream is about him.

One Friday night, your father decides to leave you alone with Michael. You were nervous but unsuspecting of anything, even when your father nods at Michael before he leaves. You would learn in a few weeks from now that this was more of a signal for him to start the plans the two of them had concocted.

With the two of you in the house all alone, it meant that you could give each other undivided attention without any interruption.

Your legs are draped over Michael as you usually would except instead of resting a hand on your kneecap sweetly he’s travelling up one of your thighs from the inside of your kneecap. You’re biting at your lip as he’s half way up your thigh but unfortunately his fingers don’t move any further, instead, he use them to tuck strands of fallen hair back behind your ear. Michael sweetly questions if you wanted to go to your room and play a game and, of course, you couldn’t say yes fast enough because you were ready for anything after feeling just a miniscule amount of affection.

You sit on your bed, bouncing legs in anticipation for what happens next. It’s only natural for you to feel this way because up until a few weeks ago you were untouched. The curiousity becomes all too much and you ask, “What game are we going to play?”

Michael takes a seat next to you and holds your restless legs still in an attempt to dispel any anxiety. Once you’ve stopped moving nervously, he cups a cheek in his hand and looks at you in a way that you’d never seen before. To any other woman who had been with a man, they’d know the look; he was holding back the growing hunger inside.

“A special game.”

“I like games,” you admit excitedly. You were a grown woman and yet a child all the same – you’d been stuffed into a box by your father and shielded from most if not all things that would break you out of his grip. In the throes of a mental breakdown, he even unenrolled you out of school and hired a tutor he trusted because he didn’t want someone else poisoning your mind or stealing you. He couldn’t lose another woman that he loved most. Once you’d finished school, there was no need for you to work because of the wealth your father had acclaimed - he forced this upon you and would use it if you ever stepped out of line.

“Lay down on the bed for me, will you?” he asks with eyes locked onto yours, fingers stroking at the curve of your jaw. Under his spell, you followed the instruction without a breath of hesitation. Michael slips off his shoes and lays on the bed as well; perched up on one elbow and the other hand strumming along your upper thigh.

“Is this okay?” Michael questions you, making sure you were comfortable with what was going on. It seemed as if the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you in any way. You’re nodding but the truth is you wanted to yell out for more; beg for his hands to roam your body and take every last bit of your innocent; burn holes into your flesh from the intense fires of his want.

Then it happens.

“Would it be okay if I touched you in other places? You can say no if you don’t want me to.”

There he goes. Michael lays out the option to quench your thirst and to sate your desires but he also gives you the option to back out. As if you really had a choice.

“Y-y-yes,” you stutter. With no real understanding of how this works, you just agree and allow him to lead the way. He wastes no time getting in between the thick of your thighs and his fingertips dance over the fabric of your underwear; providing weak stimulation. At first, you jump because these aren’t your hands and you’d never felt anything quite like it before but you just went with it. Michael’s smiling at your reaction because he knows soon he’s going to defile you and turn you into his cock-hungry slut all in a matter of moments.

Two of his fingers push the layer of fabric out of the way and he traverses the slit between your legs. Michael playfully teases how wet you are, how ready you are, and you hide behind your hands. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment could only hide for so long because Michael pulls your hands down; he didn’t want you hiding anything back from him. Michael wanted, and needed, to see the way you reacted to him corrupting your body. His long, ring-adorned fingers glazed with slick travel to meet with your swollen bud, teasing it with his tips, and you feel a different kind of heat run through your veins – no longer embarrassed but set alight.

The events that conspired over that afternoon led you to believe magic was deep-rooted within Michael, embedded in his DNA. There was no other way to describe the power he had over you. What started as fingertips stroking at your bud as if your body was braille led to his plump lips devouring you; tongue lapping up the mess from the multiple orgasms he brought upon your body. After the final orgasm from his mouth, you thought that was it but turns out it was only the beginning.

When you gave him the signal, he slid inside gently and you could swear every thrust of his hips brought you closer to Heaven. You sang out in moans and your good girl image was broken when you began cursing. After the two of you had finished and you were catching your breath, the thought hit and you wondered if without your father would you have ever felt this from a man? The answer was probably no.

In the weeks that followed after the first time, things with Michael had heated up to the point where it could almost burn you alive. Your father pretended as if he didn’t know that Michael was fucking you in the room next door to his but anybody could have heard the noises that came from your mouth and your bedroom furniture.

For the first time in your life, you become needy for something other than your father's love. In your desire for Michael, practically ripping his clothes off when the two of you were alone. He had cast some kind of spell, turning you into someone you didn’t recognise. You became messy and had a sex drive that skyrocketed to the point where you no longer cared; allowing him to pound you into submission over every surface in your house.

One day Michael begins to touch you differently; with less passion, less care, instead just fucking you and not paying any attention to your body whatsoever. It becomes too much and you demand to know what’s changed. His all so sudden denial and strange behaviour you left you standing there in disbelief, hands on hips like a bratty child. You yell at him as he’s walking away, “You’re a liar and you can’t do this, Michael. You’ve gotten under my skin somehow and made me sick with this disease.”

When he realises he’s got you to the point where he wants you, he spins around on his heels and walks towards you. His eyes pierce into you with intent. “You want to feel something, do you?”

You step closer, pushing him back from his chest. “Yeah, but you have other things to do.”

This was the moment he was waiting for; the one to rip you in two and destroy everything you knew.

One of his hands takes you by surprise, colliding with your cheek and you’re left with a stinging that sliced through the skin because of the strength of the hit. You’re rubbing at your skin to soothe the pain and he taunts you, asking if it was enough. You bit back at his smart mouth and told him that wasn’t the kind of feeling you wanted.

“Maybe I don’t want to give you what you want.”

You were like an addict begging to blow your dealer for one more hit, offering your body up for some kind of satisfaction. “Since when did you ever turn me down?”

The push and the pull between the two of you are almost identical to how your parents would fight and that angers you even more. Michael snaps, pushing you back onto the bed; holding your wrists above your head, slender fingers digging into their hollows. He too has also become triggered; the similarities in your hair and eye colour to his mothers set him off.

“We’re going to do something a little different if that’s how you want to play.”

The way he spoke to you left you expecting hands of his to wrap themselves around your throat like you envisioned your own father doing if you disobeyed him but Michael did the opposite; dropping your wrists and leaving the room for a minute.

Michael returns and walks in slow, calculated steps to the end of your bed where you see him attach a pair of the handcuffs to each side of the bed frame. The thought crossed your mind as to where he would have got them but knowing your father, you wouldn’t be surprised if Michael had gone snooping and found them in your father’s drawers. He moves his fingers in a come hither movement and you crawl across the bed to the end but you aren’t close enough for his liking and so he pulls you swiftly to the edge of the bed, only to lock a cuff around each of your wrists.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?”

You could lie and tell him that it wasn’t but it was written all over your face. He smacks at your face again as hard as before, you wince in pain.

“Since you want to feel something so bad I’m going to make you feel more than just my cock inside you.”

Michael undresses, throwing the clothes on the chair near your bed carelessly before getting behind you. He rips off your clothes – your button up sundress ruined from angry hands, leaving buttons strewn over the bed and some minimally attached to the fabric. He tears the lace underwear from your body and throws the ruined item of clothing to the side.

You’re sweltering from the heat of your own lust but the same can’t be said for Michael - because of your likeness to his mother, he’s neck deep in disgust and power. He brings his aching erection to your slit, rubbing the aperture between your legs before forcing himself past your folds and inside. The thick girth filled your tight cunt in full; the ridges of him hitting the entrance in ways that sent shivers down your spine. Michael takes a handful of your hair and pulls you back as he growls, asking you if you knew what you are – obviously joking and saying you’re needing to get laid isn’t the answer because he yanks you back harder.

“You’re a pathetic bitch,” Michael snarls. The grip he has starts to hurt the roots of your hair. You whimper, unable to come back with anything because you were distracted by the discomfort. Michael doesn’t care and yells at you to look at how pathetic you are in the mirror adjacent to your bed, further adding to the degradation. His eyes are fixed on the sight of his hands hooking around your hips, pulling you into him. The handcuffs dig into your skin but you were enrapt with pleasure.

Michael is gentle only for the first few thrusts before picking the speed up and the repeated collision of hip bones on your ass become almost ferocious. The sounds of enjoyment you were making served as gratification for Michael’s inflated ego. You were so lost in focusing on Michael and how he was fucking you in a way you’d never even dreamed of that your orgasm crept up on you. It all comes to a stop when he feels what you’ve done and he scolds you for it. “You came without my permission, did you? I guess you’re just going to have to pay for it.”

You have no idea what’s going on behind you but can feel him exiting your body – he still needs to cum but he needed to make it count after, in his mind, you betrayed him like his mother did. His sick enjoyment from your humiliation reaches another level when he can see the nectar stringing from your pussy to his shaft while he removes himself. The sight of it all over his cock gives him an idea and so he rubs the tip, now covered in a muculent glaze of your own arousal, against your other hole and slides the head inside. He remains still, leaving you unsuspecting of his intent, but it wasn’t long before he gave you his entire length. Michael had trained your ass with many toys since you began having sex and so when he fully enters you, waves of pleasure roll throughout your body. He can only handle about five or six thrusts before he’s sent over the edge, emptying his seed into your ass.

“Look at you, fucked with an ass full of my cum. I bet you like being used like a piece of meat, don’t you?”

Michael pulls the weakening erection out of you and wants to take things even further. In his own twisted punishment, he shoves two fingers in your ass to scoop out some of the viscous fluid and forces them into your mouth to make you gag on the remnants of his perversion.

“I want you to hear exactly what I’m saying and shut the fuck up while I’m doing it. Don’t think you can use your smart mouth right now when I have the advantage here. You know why your father introduced me to you, don’t you? It wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart but because he sold you to me for a place in my Outpost.”

You begin to mewl in discomfort as the high begins to wear off. He’s digging his fingertips into your cheeks, forcing your mouth open and making sure you can’t say anything or move at all.

“He let me use you to my own advantage because he knew you look a lot like my mother. You want to know the reason your father and I have bonded so well recently? Because we both have women in our lives who have ruined us. When I said he had to offer me something more than money, he didn’t hesitate in giving me his pure, virgin daughter to destroy. It seems only fair too, don’t you think? Your mother ruined your father and what better way to get her back then to ravage the child she held in her womb. My mother ruined me too. It’s the ultimate betrayal to your God. ”

You’re unable to look anywhere else except straight into the eyes of Michael in the mirror before you. He was devoid of any emotion except hatred; blinded by his own rage of his mother.

"All I ever wanted was love and affection from her, and what did I get? Nothing. She tried to kill me. But now I’ve got you and you’re the next best thing. That sickness you claim to have? You’re not wrong. I have a special kind of power running through my veins which has allowed me to infect you like a parasite; burrowing itself into your organs and attaching it to most vital ones.”

Michael gets up to dress himself then walks around to the front of the bed to undo the cuffs holding you up. You collapse into your bed and rub where the handcuffs had been digging into. He leans on the bed frame, peering down at your still body; laying motionless in a state of shock. “There are a few ways this could play out. I could kill you myself, you could die from the apocalypse, or you can be my slave.”

The reality of his seriousness and your future to come begins to sink in but you don’t move. You lay there on the bed, a ruin of cum, sweat, and fear for what to do. Michael turns around to check himself in the mirror; tidying up his hair, refusing to look at you but he offers his own form of an olive branch, “If you want to play along, your father knows where I am. Otherwise have fun rotting with the rest of the world.”

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cougcr · 5 years

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suggested connections: son’s friends / son’s bullies / husband’s nephews / local boys / friend’s sons / etc. plot: jane is desperate to have one more baby before it’s too late but her husband doesn’t want anymore kids, so she’s seeking help from other places –– wants someone to impregnate her, figures she’d ask for help from those most likely to be able to pump her full of healthy cum. she’s a cougar, so younger males are preferred but not necessary . ( feel free to us as many muses as you like . ) maybe she doesn’t know what she’s bargained for and is totally overwhelmed by the prospect of taking so much young cock or maybe she knows exactly what she’s getting herself into , it’s up to you .

grants them access to her home through the back door, a jug of freshly squeezed lemonade present upon the kitchen counter ; needs them as hydrated as possible for what she wants to achieve. turns to face them , she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous –– she’d never even slept with a man other than her husband before , they’d been together since high school , and here she was, ready to take on more than one , all much younger than she. ‘ you all promise you haven’t jerked off in the last week like we talked about ? perhaps i need to feel your balls first, there’s no point in you being here if you can’t provide me with what i need , ’ the woman quipped, turns on her heel to seat herself down at the kitchen table, motioning for them to come closer –– ‘ who’s first ? i promise i’ll be gentle when i check , i just need to know you’re going to be able to pump me full . ’ doesn’t really need to check , but what harm is it to toy with them a little before getting down to business ?

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perfectingbakes · 6 years

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The past couple of months the weather has been absolutely boiling, its been to hot to be baking as much as I normally do so I thought I would do something that is No Bake… Jelly, with fresh fruit which is great for a summer treat in this heat..

You can customised this layered jelly to what ever flavour you like and add your favourite fruits.

You can make your jelly using gelatine powder or leaves and frozen fruit like my blueberry layer. Use orange or apple juice or your favourite juice. Making your jelly with lemonade or white wine will create a great effect especially with added fruit, as your jelly will be clear and your fruit will look like bright jewels within it.

You can also make your jelly with a smoothie for an intense fruity flavour, which will also count towards your 5 a day.

You can buy your jelly to make from the supermarket either jelly cubes or powder to make it even easier. Black Cherry, Blackcurrant, Lemon, Lime, Pineapple, Mango, Strawberry.

You can make your jelly in moulds, glasses (tumblers or wine glasses), or bowls depending on the occasion for example make it in a mould or bowls for a party, or maybe put them in glasses for a dinner party.

Jelly in Pretty Bowls

Jelly in small Bowls

Jelly in small Tumblers

Jelly ring

I did blueberry, orange raspberry and lemon jelly, with blueberries, peaches and summer fruits in the jelly layers. I did the orange layer in the middle so that you could see the contrast between the blueberry and raspberry layers.

Use similar coloured fruits depending on the jelly layer, blueberries for the blue ‘blueberry layer’, peaches in the orange ‘orange layer’. You could always add contrasting fruit to your layers to give them a little pop.

Layered Jelly with Fruit

Makes 4 Pints of Jelly – so choose whatever moulds, glasses or bowls you need.

For the Blueberry Jelly Layer – (makes 1 Pint of Jelly) 200g Blueberries, Fresh or Frozen 200ml Water – plus extra to make up to 1 pint 4 Leaves of Gelatine, cut into smaller pieces or (1 x Dr. Oetker Gelatine Sachet) 50ml Maple Syrup or (honey, agave) or use 50g Caster/ Granulated Sugar 100g Fresh Blueberries, to add to the jelly

For the Orange Jelly Layer – (makes 1 Pint of Jelly) Option 1 250ml Water – plus extra to make up to 1 pint 75g Granulated Sugar 4 Leaves of Gelatine, cut into smaller pieces or (1 x Dr. Oetker Gelatine Sachet) 250ml Orange Juice

Option 2 Orange Hartley’s Jelly – follow the instructions on the packet Tinned Peaches or mandarin, drained & chopped

For the Raspberry Jelly Layer – (makes 1 Pint of Jelly) Option 1 200g Raspberries, Fresh or Frozen 200ml Water – plus extra to make up to 1 pint 4 Leaves of Gelatine, cut into smaller pieces or (1 x Dr. Oetker Gelatine Sachet) 50ml Maple Syrup or (honey, agave) or use 50g Caster/ Granulated Sugar 100g Fresh Raspberries or Tinned Summer Berries, drained

Option 2 Raspberry Hartley’s Jelly – follow the instructions on the packet Tinned Summer Berries or raspberries, drained

For the Lemon Jelly Layer – (makes 1 Pint of Jelly) Option 1 100ml Lemon Juice 100ml Orange Juice Fresh Lemon, sliced 100ml Water – plus extra to make up to 1 pint 4 Leaves of Gelatine, cut into smaller pieces or (1 x Dr. Oetker Gelatine Sachet) 50g Granulated Sugar 100g Fresh Blueberries

Option 2 Lemon Hartley’s Jelly – follow the instructions on the packet 100g Fresh Blueberries

For the Blueberry Layer

Put the fresh or frozen blueberries in a saucepan with 200ml of water over a medium to high heat, until the blueberries have started to soften and breakdown.

Once the blueberries have softened strain the liquid through a sieve into a measuring jug (I used a glass one as it is easy to read the measurements). Lightly press the blueberries with the back of a spoon, making sure not to squeeze any of the pulp into your blueberry liquid. Once you have got all the juice discard the squashed blueberries.

Put your cut gelatine leaves into a small glass bowl, (one that you can put over a small saucepan) then add 80ml (1/3 cup) of your blueberry liquid.

Place the bowl over a pan of simmering water, and stir until the gelatine leaves have completely dissolved.

Pour the blueberry gelatine mixture back into your measuring jug along with your liquid sweetener (maple syrup, honey, agave etc) and stir to combine.

Top your jelly mixture up with more water until it reaches 500ml (1 Pint) stir it together.

Pour into your mould, glasses or bowls, then add your fresh blueberries, place in the fridge for 2-3 hours or until your jelly has set. Ready for the next layer.

Blueberry jelly layer in mould

Blueberry jelly layer in tumblers

Blueberry jelly layer in bowls

For the Orange Layer Option 1

Place the water and sugar in a saucepan over a low heat and stir until all the sugar has dissolved.

Sprinkle the gelatine over the water and stir in until it has dissolved.

Remove the saucepan from the heat and add the orange juice, stirring it into the jelly mixture.

Pour on to your previous layer in your mould or glasses, then add your peach or mandarin pieces.

Then return to the fridge to set, ready for the third layer.

Option 2

Chopped your orange jelly cubes into a jug and follow the instructions on the packet, to make your jelly.

Pour on to your previous layer and add your chopped fruit.

Return to the fridge to set.

For the Raspberry Layer Option 1

Put the fresh or frozen raspberries in a saucepan along with 200ml of water over a medium to high heat, until the raspberries have started to breakdown.

Once the raspberries have softened strain the liquid through a sieve into a measuring jug (I used a glass one as it is easy to read the measurements). Lightly press the raspberries with the back of a spoon, but make sure not to squeeze any of the pulp or seeds into the raspberry liquid. Once you have got all the juice discard the raspberries.

In a small bowl put your cut gelatine leaves, along with 80ml (1/3 cup) of your raspberry liquid.

Place the bowl over a pan of simmering water, and stir until the gelatine leaves have completely dissolved.

Pour the raspberry gelatine mixture back into your measuring jug along with your sweetener (maple syrup, honey, agave etc) and stir to combine.

Top your raspberry jelly mixture up with extra water until it reaches 500ml (1 Pint) stir it together to combine.

Pour on to your previous layer, then add your fresh raspberries or summer berries, place in the fridge for 2-3 hours or until your jelly has set. Ready for the final layer.

Option 2

Chopped your raspberry jelly cubes into a jug and follow the instructions on the packet, to make your jelly.

Pour on to your previous layer and add your summer berries or raspberries.

Return to the fridge to set.

For the Lemon Layer Option 1

Place the water, sugar and sliced lemon in a saucepan over a low heat and stir until all the sugar has dissolved.

Remove the lemon slices and sprinkle the gelatine over the water and stir in until it has completely dissolved.

Remove from the heat and add the lemon and orange juice, stirring it into the jelly mixture.

Pour on to your previous layer in your mould or glasses, then add your blueberries

Then return to the fridge for the final set

Option 2

Chopped your lemon jelly cubes into a jug and follow the instructions on the packet, to make your jelly.

Pour on to your previous layer and add your fruit.

Return to the fridge to set.

Layered Jelly with Fruit The past couple of months the weather has been absolutely boiling, its been to hot to be baking as much as I normally do so I thought I would do something that is No Bake...

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aryaaaj · 3 years

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Looking for glassware? Read these tips before buying

Glass products are a wonderful addition to ornament your kitchen cabinets, home-bar display and dining area. They are also largely used in social gatherings, festive celebrations, kitty parties and other family functions to store and serve food & beverage in style. No matter what you want them for, selecting the right set is symbolic to your class and status. The increasing popularity of glassware remains directly attributable to their unique designs and appealing look. Most households buy glassware for plastic-free storage and serving of food. So, when are you buying them?

Your kitchen and dining area widely varies in size and style, so are your needs to purchase glass products. You spend a lot of money to make it look different and extra lavish. How about adding some pieces of fine glass products to it? Well, it sounds a good idea, but many of you might get overwhelmed while selecting the right set of glass products. Let’s now have a look at why this is so.

Glassware incorporates an extensive range of products such as glass containers mixing bowls, tumblers, tea & coffee sets, bottles, jugs, trays, diyas and many more. They are also available in a number of styles, sizes, designs and shapes. And such a wide range gets you overpowered to choose the right products.

Looking for glassware? Here are a few tips to help you buy different glass products.

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Glass containers are something that every kitchen needs. More than just boxes meant for safe and hygienic storage of ingredients and food, glass containers are products to make your cabinets look more stylish and organized. They are available in a number of sizes, designs, colours and shapes. Glass containers also come with different types of lids, such as rustproof airtight lids, airtight buckle clips, airtight plastic lids, etc.

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As glass is a delicate material, a drop can scatter it in pieces. So, make sure the bowls are non-slippery and are made of thick glass. You can also consider having measurement markings, lids and pour spouts in them.

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Tumblers are some of the most common glassware found in every home. You must also be having a set of tumblers in your kitchen to serve your guests with soft or hard drinks, right? However, if you are planning to buy a new tumbler set to add to your existing collection, here is what you need to consider. Tumblers come in many sizes and designs. Don’t go with the ones that are too large to easily hold in hand. Also, you should consider what drinks you are buying them for. Depending on the occasion and the need of beverage serving, you can choose the right size. For example, large tumblers are preferable for juice, lemonades, soda drinks and beer. Pick smaller ones for wine serving. Quality of glass material is another considerable factor before buying tumblers.

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When planning to buy tableware or kitchenware, an exquisite tea and coffee set is always top in your bucket list. Before making a purchase, determine if it fits in your existing glassware collection or table type. You should also make your choice depending on the kind of tea you prefer to enjoy. For example, if you are red-tea or green-tea lover, prefer to buy transparent cups in the set. Don’t forget to check the durability of the tea set. It could be a better choice if it has a tag of a renowned manufacturer on it.

Tips before Buying Glass Kitchenware

Outfitting your kitchen with a trendy collection of glass kitchenware will serve dual purposes: help ease the cooking process, and add elegance to the overall appearance of the kitchen. When buying glass kitchenware for your kitchen, you have to be extra selective about what to choose and what to leave. Here are a few glass kitchenware products you must buy. However, the list is endless; you can invest in mixing bowls, tumblers, glass containers, bottles, jugs, tea & coffee sets and trays based on your needs.

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