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Chapel of Love - The Dixie Cups 

Betta fish thing at the remodeled pet store!!
The square bowls are small, but bigger none the less!
And each fish has a little bubbler to keep the water moving and oxygenated!
And a little light to show off each fish’s pretty colors

(I’m really happy, other than this store, all the places that have beta fish for sale in the area have them in basically a clear dixie cup, and if the fish jumps out, too bad..)

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Song of the Day:  The Dixie Cups - Iko Iko

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Vanilla Cinnamon Iced Coffee

Full recipe and instructions:
dixiecrystals.com/recipes/category/beverages-cocktails/Vanilla-Cinnamon-Iced-Coffee

Vanilla Cinnamon Iced Coffee:
* 1 ½ cups ground strong coffee
* 8 cups water
* Ice
* 2 teaspoons vanilla cinnamon syrup, to taste
* Half-and-half, to taste

Vanilla Cinnamon Syrup:
* 1 cup Dixie Crystals Extra Fine Granulated Sugar
* 1 cup water
* 1 vanilla bean, sliced open vertically
* 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
* 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

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This binder came in the other day, it looks to be a binder of nothing but Harrison Ford from Star Wars and Raiders of the Lost Ark, now I’m a huge fan of Star Wars and Raiders, but this is just kind of boarder line creepy, it has newspaper articles, Star Wars trading cards, 8x11 pictures, and even 2 star wars Dixie Cups, now that’s all cool for the vintage perspective, but… There are also a bunch of Polaroid-like photos of raiders of the lost ark on someone’s TV screen.

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you do an imagine where you go over to Dylan's house and are drinking with the guys and you get really touchy when you're drunk so you're like all over Dylan laughing about it. Do what you want with that and then when you wake up in the morning you're in his bed with him. You can make it any way you want to. Thank you! Live your imagines!


Ty ty dear!!


“Shots?” Eric called from the next room over.  “Shots!” you and your friends answered enthusiastically. Eric walked in holding a bottle of Jim Beam and several Dixie cups. You laughed, “Damn Eric, your Kansas is showing.” He shot you a “ha ha very funny” look and set the loot down on the plastic fold out table. You all poured your shots, tapping them down on the table before throwing them back. A synchronized “Ugh” came from the small group, but everyone went back for more.

By your third shot you were feeling quite free, and quite friendly. You put an arm around Dylan’s neck and fell into his lap, tilting your head backwards to look at him. “Hi,” you giggled at him. “Hello.” Dylan said with raised eyebrows. “Watcha drinkin?” you asked taking the plastic cup from his hand and smelling it. “A screwdr– okay then.” You interrupted his answer by downing the remaining liquid and handing the cup back to him before walking back to get yourself another drink.

The group of rowdy teenagers had calmed down within two hours time. They now sat in small circles, telling jokes and stories. Dylan and Eric were sitting beside each other on the ratty basement sofa. You made your way to your friends and plopped down between them, smiling widely when they looked at you. Eric chuckled, “Damn y/n, you’re wasted.” You managed to focus your eyes on his face and squinted at him. “You don’t know anything,” you booped his nose with the last syllable. He laughed and leaned back into the couch, “If you say so.”

You turned your attention to Dylan who was wearing a slightly worried expression. “How many drinks have you had?” he asked, eyeing your cup. “Um…” you looked up at the ceiling and tried to think, but couldn’t quite remember. “A few.” you decided, nodding.

“Okay, well,” he started, taking the red plastic from your hand and setting it down on the table. “I think you’ve had enough.” he said this as if you were a child gorging yourself on halloween candy.

“Oh, Dylan,” you sighed, leaning back into his lap and putting your feet  on Eric. “You’re so good at taking care of me.” Dylan half-smiled at you, “Well you’re not gonna do it yourself.”

Eric nodded, patting your leg before turning to talk to the girl sitting in a plastic chair beside him. You pulled yourself up and looked up at Dylan. “You,” you smiled, hugging his arm, “Are just so, so sweet.” You nuzzled into his arm and he chuckled, trading amused looks with Eric. That is, until you sat up and climbed back into his lap, facing him this time. His expression dropped and the tips of his ears turned red. You grabbed his head and hugged it to your chest, stroking his hair and smiling. You could feel just how hot his face was getting. “Y/n–” he started in an apprehensive voice. “Yes, Dyl?” you answered, sliding down to meet his eye level. As you did this you ground your hips into his without really meaning to. He shifted uncomfortably and struggled to find an appropriate place to put his hands. “Dylan?” you purred, trailing a finger across his collarbone and bringing it up to push a shaggy curl behind his ear. “Are you okay?”

“Oh wow,” Eric laughed, “I’m gonna head home and let you guys… do whatever it is you’re doing.” You reached a hand out to Eric and he took it. “You’re not driving are you?” you asked, worried. “Nah, I’ve got a ride.” he nodded his head towards the girl he was talking to earlier. “That’s good.” you said very seriously. He ruffled your hair and shot a wink to Dylan before heading out. You turned your face back to Dylan and looked into his blue eyes, blinking slowly as you leaned in.


You groaned and rolled over. Holy shit your head was killing you. And your breath tasted terrible. You sat up and quickly realized you weren’t in your bed. You were in your best friend’s bed. Dylan’s bed. Wait– SHIT. You were in Dylan’s bed. You looked down and found yourself wearing only one of his t-shirts and your panties. Oh fuck no. you thought to yourself, struggling to recall the night before. The last thing you remembered was being in Dylan’s lap and leaning down to… Oh fuck. You threw the blankets off of yourself and looked around the room for your belongings.

“Hey,” came Dylan’s voice from the doorway where he stood with two cups of coffee. You stared at him for a moment before taking the mug he offered you. He sat down on the bed and you followed, sitting in awkward silence while the two of you sipped your drink. “This coffee is good.” you said just to break the silence. “Thanks.” Dylan replied. Neither of you looked at each other.

You took in a deep breath after a few minutes and prepared to ask the question swarming your mind. “Uh, did we…?”  you started, not wanting to finish the thought. Dylan shook his head. “Nope.”  You sighed in relief.

“Where uh, where are my clothes?”

“In the wash.” Dylan replied. You looked at him in confusion. “You threw up all over them. And me.” He said, his tone a mixture of amusement and disgust.  “No I didn’t! You’re lying!” It was more of a plea than an accusation.

“Yep,” he cracked a small smile and looked over at you. “I thought you were going to kiss me. Instead you vomited right down the front of my shirt. And then your own.” He was holding back a laugh. “Oh my god Dylan, I am so sorry!” this was mortifying. Maybe even worse than a drunken one night stand. He set your empty mugs down on the bed side table and put an arm around you, “Don’t worry about it, shortstack. It happens to the best of us.” You squinted playfully at him “Does it?”

“Well, no.” he admitted, “But I thought it might make you feel better to say it does.”

You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Dyl.” you said softly. “You take such good care of me.” He pulled you closer and squeezed your arm. “Someone’s got to.”