fruit sangria

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part vi: in which we let sasuke live

The phone sat between them as the seconds ticked by. Like a good friend, Naruto came over the moment Sasuke told him there was an emergency.

“Fuck,” Sasuke cursed for the nth time, glaring at his phone. He touched the screen when it dimmed, bringing it back to its full brightness and displaying Tinder Girl’s selfie of herself in a green bikini as she hugged the neck of her unicorn floatie like the basic bitch she probably was. “Fuck.”

“Okay.” This was the first word said in the past ten minutes aside from ‘fuck.’ “Okay, I have a plan.”

“What is it?”

“You have to like more photos.”

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© Lucas Allen

DIY Happy Hour: This is the easiest red sangria you can make because it contains just five ingredients and comes together right in the pitcher. Sangria, especially red sangria, is one of our favorite pitcher drinks because it’s colorful, festive and comes together incredibly fast.

Recipe: Red Sangria

#155 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “van is chilling with bond , his gf and/or the others and he’s a bit drunk and mentions something kinky/sexual that his girlfriend is good at like idk biting or something and then Bondy is kind of ‘pshhh whatever’ and then Van’s like 'show him’ and sort of gives his gf permission to 'show’ Bondy idk”

Note: I think it’s a well-established fact that I am very (verrrrryyyy) into the Van/Reader/Bondy dynamic. So, Anon, Thank you. A second thanks to @placidus  - you’re good, Isla.


Even summertime nights were too cold to spend outside. A little after midnight, everyone retreated into the room temperature house. Shortly after that, most people fell into ubers. Just you, Van, Bondy, and a table of cut up fruit and jug of sangria were all that remained of the party. Van was sitting on one couch, his legs up on the coffee table. You were laying down, head on his thigh. Bondy was opposite you in an armchair. All three of you were buzzing with the wine and the happiness. You looked up and watched Van eat a banana.

“Why'dya have to do that?” you asked him. He looked down at you.

“What?” he asked, talking through a mouthful of pale yellow pulp.

“Eat so much at once. You look like you’re deep throatin’ it,” you replied. Bondy was mid-mouthful of sangria as you spoke. He spat it out in a laugh. It covered his face, the table, and somehow made its way to you. Van did not respond to your comment, nor Bondy’s reaction.

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I made Sangria.
Pour White wine into a large pitcher and stir in apples and dry fig(Turkish:))
Place in the refrigerator.
The sangria was fruity and delicious.
🍎🍾 ✨

ドライイチジクとりんごと白ワインがあったので
サングリアを作ってみましたよ。
イチジクとリンゴだけだったけどお手頃ワインが
オサレに美味しく変身してくれました。
ばっちりばっちり♡(•ڡ•๑)

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Sam couldn’t believe he was doing this.

It wasn’t the fact that he was going on a date with someone who danced for a living, but more that a stripper was willing to go on a date with him. Gabriel was gorgeous. He could literally have anyone that walked through the doors of the club, or anyone in the street for that matter, but for some reason, Sam was the one who had gotten his number, all by being his awkward self.

Sam shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other as he waited for Gabriel to arrive. It had been years since he’d been on a real date, since his break-up with Jess. For awhile, he had seriously considered never dating again, of just giving up. At the time, it had just hurt to much to even think of being with anyone else, but time had passed and he was ready to get back on the horse. Lord only knew Dean had been bugging him for years to go out and do it already. Not that Dean could talk; the first time Cass broke up with him, he drank for a week straight until he mustered the balls to get his act together, and fix what was wrong with their relationship. Now they were getting married in only a few weeks, and Dean had been on his case to find a plus one. Sam knew this wasn’t what Dean had in mind.

Sam turned to find Gabriel walking toward him across the room to the bar, looking even more radiant that he had when he was covered in sweat and glitter. He was wearing a maroon button down shirt that brought out his eyes, a green jacket, and his hair was golden, falling in small curls on his neck. He had paired this with boots, and tight, dark jeans. Luckily he was far away enough to give Sam time to pick up his tongue off the floor.

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© Eva Kolenko

Wine Wednesday: This delicious sangria gets a subtly smoky kick from fruit that’s grilled until perfectly caramelized. Feel free to use this recipe as a template: Pair grilled peaches with fresh basil or grilled watermelon with sliced cucumber and mint.

Recipe: Grilled Strawberry Rhubarb Sangria