#Black Tears Cuban Spiced

[rumshopboy]

Spiced / Flavoured "Rum" and Additives

Spiced / Flavoured "Rum" and Additives: What is the fuss about spiced rum? Does the image of rum have a problem? Did someone say "undisclosed additives"? 23 spiced/flavoured rums are reviewed, too.

Country: VariousABV: Various%Cost at Time of Purchase: £VariousType of Rum: Uncategorisable – S * (See End) Spiced Rum is everywhere in the UK.What is the fuss about? Does the image of rum have a problem? Did someone say “undisclosed additives”? The following is an article that started out focusing on spiced rums, but has evolved in to a commentary on the rum category, undisclosed additives…

[lostinwalmartmymomleftme]

What r ur dreamswap headcanons :3

Have to redo this bc Tumblr hates me:

* 7 each

* Human Ver. Specific

Dream

Dream 100% has something that’s dedicated to Ani, (hospital, orphanage, medical organization, etc.)

To add more depth to him being Latino, I choose to believe he’s Chilean-American

He doesn’t like to be touched, but would never correct anybody on it because he doesn’t want to offend anyone and he doesn’t view it as a priority or concern 

Only has one scar and it was prior to the incident (tm), nightmare, dropped a bowl, and a shard of the ceramic cut dream deep enough to form a scar, and subconsciously Dream doesn’t want it to heal, so it doesn’t fully heal, though it is fairly faint, it’s on his wrist directly above the bone 

He’s probably some form of genderqueer, yeah, doesn’t know it and refuses to look into it because he just doesn’t view it as important, he probably goes by pronouns 

His magical blondness, skips a few streaks of his hair, so he has black streaks that he dies blonde to match the rest of his hair

Canonically multilingual, speaking both English and Mandarin, though I would like to add that he can fluently speak Latin, modern Spanish, and French

Bonus: Dream does that OCD thing (w/o actually having it) where all of his pens when they’re laying on his desk are at the exact same place, in a perfect little row

Nightmare

He sits in trees and people watches, like he sits up in trees, kind of in forests and watches people on picnics and fun little family outings, and tries to imagine what his life would be like if it hadn’t been what it is 

His hair is extremely heat damaged, because he totally straightens it (it’s the only thing about him that’s allowed to be straight /j)

Extension on him canonically being Latino: I think he’s Peruvian-American

For some reason collect bottle caps (like the little metal ones you get on alcohol bottles (he doesn’t drink though))

He has a peanut allergy

Despite being an insomniac, whenever he does actually sleep, he starfishes

He doesn’t like looking in mirrors, there’s anything wrong with it, there isn’t really reason why he doesn’t like it, he just find it unsettling and he covers the one in his room with a blanket

Ink

He has one of those canopy beds, but the actual canopy part is custom painted and embroidered (by himself) with band logos, TV show logos, characters he likes, etc.

He is really bad at spelling, professional emails are more like word scrambles

If someone were to ask him to draw them, he would draw them, claim he made mistake, tear it up, then draw a stick figure, and give it to them

Usual Ethnicity one: he actually doesn’t know his ethnicity beyond being Latino, but he is Cuban-American

He’s emo and claims his favorite color is black, but it’s orange which is equally as bad

He has no real gauge of his own pain tolerance and usually has to be forced into medical situations by other people, usually Dream when he reports back to him

Ink’s allergic to bleach and ant bites

Cross

He hasn’t had his first kiss

He uses Old Spice cologne in the classic scent. But he does it to a NAUSEATING level.

He’s Irish, ethnically. I don’t make the rules.

He’s minorly lactose intolerant

This man owns like five Tamagatchis

He makes really good bread for some reason? Like this man SLAYS a sourdough

Cross uses 3-in-1 bodywash

(This is a Tamagatchi if you don’t know)

Blue

This man wears hair curlers to bed 100%

He’s really bad at math

Probably advocates for eating healthy (being a yoga instructor, possible influencer)

Blue is so ADHD to me

American-Italian/Portuguese

Has never made a bed in his LIFE

Blue seems like the kind of man who would burn water

Error

Clean freak, he prefers to keep the house clean, but it ends up a mess anyways because Cross and Nightmare always end up messing it up

Easily the best driver of the Meme Squad

His lock/homescreen is an inspirational quote

LOVES the rain, finds it calming and loves the smell of it, but hates getting caught out in the rain (loves the aesthetic, hates the actual thing)

Maybe American-Moroccan?

He likes dark fantasy books

Was top of his class when he had been in school, prior to his amnesia

Kevin

Can read. (Can’t write (no thumbs))

Can and does steal from the meme squad

Bonus:

How long I think it takes DS to get ready in the mornings:

Dream takes a solid hour and a half

Blue takes an hour

Nightmare takes 45 minutes

Cross and Ink take 15-20 minute for the sake of layers

Error and Finch take like 5 bc they dress really basic

dreamswap by @\onebizarrekai

[jodiwalker]

A 'Bachelorette' recap: You Crushed the Rose, Bro!

Audiences often prefer The Bachelor franchise over The Bachelorette franchise because large groups of women tend to bring more complex social dynamics to the table; more external displays of emotion; and most importantly — more dramzzz.

Enter Becca's expectation-subverting boyfriends who, at any given time, are one stolen-hoodie away from a full emotional meltdown. And I love them for it. I hope Becca moves to Utah, gets an oil drum full of Klonopin, and marries every single one of them, so that I never have to live in a world where five men are not solemnly nodding their heads along to the sacred proverb: You never touch another man's property.

The 20 remaining men vying for Becca K's affections had no less than three tearful fits of the heart, two Right-Reasons-related conflicts, and one dramatic confession in season 14’s second episode on Monday night. They are — in a phrase — the most extra. Regarding the tears, Alex's were for a typical Bachelorette reason: he was released by Becca into the fresh Calabasas air after spending six days in a cloud of Old Spice deodorant working way beyond its pay grade, subsisting on deli meats and protein-shake-mimosas, and sleeping in a bunk bed as a full-grown 30 year old man. Indeed, the psychological torture that takes place in that mustard-colored stucco mansion will be studied in text books one day…

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But the other first-date breakdowns were a little more unique to the, uh, passion-driven ethos of Becca's season thus far: (a very sleepy-seeming) Wills was overcome with emotion thinking about how much he loves his mom and dad, and Lincoln…well, Lincoln's group-date-party-favor got broken by a meanie, Connor, who seems to have taken all the buttons off his shirt, melted them down into a pomade, and then swiped that button juice through his hair in order to achieve Marge-Simpson-like heights.

Again, I reiterate that there is nothing wrong with these soft, tender-spirited men; their wild internalized mood swings, fits of emotion, flare for the dramatic, and memorabilia-triggered histrionics only serve to attract me to them more. After years of withheld emotions, over-confidence, and worshiping at the altar of Mark Cuban, these tentative, fragile little nuggets are a welcome and unexpected reprieve. Even this season's transcribed villain, Jordan, is perhaps the least threatening male to ever be on this show. You could run him off with a drug-store-brand conditioner, you could tie him up with a four-syllable word, and you could permanently confound him with nothing more than "what's black and white and red all over?" He is — and I do not say this lightly — harmless. (Except, of course, to himself. I suspect the man is at risk of drowning every time he takes a shower.)

Even the most aesthetically macho brotestant among them, Leo — who looks like a combination of Fabio and a Victorian-era Strong Man — is, in fact, cattier than a Real Housewife of Beverly Hills, snootier than a Real Housewife of New York, and possesses a lace-front even more snatched than a Real Housewife of Atlanta. When the fellas disrobed at the first group date, I was shocked to see all the six-packs. Not because sensitive men cannot be smoke shows, but because this particular group of delicate bros seem like they spend so much time using their rhyming dictionaries to write Becca terrible poems, and gluing macaroni to picture frames to replace the ones they broke during temper tantrums, that I don't understand where they find the time to make their obliques look like packs of grass-fed sausage links.

Much more important than the simple thrill of watching these dudes work themselves into a emotional group-think tizzy though, is the fact that their flights of fancy make Becca seem all the more level-headed and self-assured by comparison. The woman is attacking the process of finding a husband on reality television with the focus and efficiency of someone trying to replace a subordinate before their own boss realizes that they don't actually have any responsibilities. Or as Bachelor Nation faves, Trista, Kaitlyn, Desiree, and Ashley I. will tell you: like Debby Ocean putting together a heist team to steal the Heart of the Ocean or whatever from the Met Ball #ad

[Ed. note: Wills is Rihanna and Leo is Helena Bonham Carter! And I'M SANDY BULLOCK!]

When Lincoln tells Becca that she brings out the best in him, she asks him to elaborate on what he means by that — the woman is not interested in your platitudes. Lincoln helpfully explains: "I can be myself, and I think when I'm myself, which most people are, they are their best, and I genuinely believe that as long as you are who you are, which you always are, you would always get nothing but from the best from me." Oh, well then! Rest assured Becca, this man is definitely invested in you as a person, and not at all tied up in the fact that you're the Bachelorette and a human woman.

Funnily enough, despite Becca being surprisingly adept at navigating this minefield of dumb-dumbs, she cannot stop unnecessarily reiterating to us that we can trust her; that she would never mislead us; that she's not going to lie to us. She's! Not! Gonna! Lie! She's not gonna lie about these guys having good style. She's not gonna lie about being frustrated that there's so much drama. She's not gonna lie about being upset that Colton dated one of her former sister-girlfriends…

BECCA! It's okay! We trust you!

And listen, I’ve obviously said “I’m not gonna lie” a time or two in my life — am I not human? Do I not bleed? Do I not occasionally preface a statement with a gratuitous "honestly, or "literally," or "at the end of the day"? (Just kidding, I don’t say the last one, I'm not a Kardashian eating a $13 salad out of plastic bowl — I'm just me eating a $13 salad out of a plastic bowl!) But I fear that this newly found catchphrase of Becca’s represents something deeper than a mere filler phrase. I'm worried for our dear Becca, and not just because her underarms must be sequin-chafed to ribbons. But also because her constant vigilance for sniffing out dishonesty and insincerity in her potential husbands seems indicative of an internalized pressure to do this job so well, to not make any mistakes, to not completely biff this whole thing at someone else’s emotional expense, like Arie did to her…

Okay, that's enough armchair psychology for one dating game show — let's talk about trampoline dodgeball and what that mouf do!

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[watachan]

Warm and cosy

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The tree was decorated with a million colors. The house had lights and Christmas wreaths on every window and possible surface. The air smelled of cinnamon, biscuits and hot chocolate. And just now, the presents were put under the Christmas tree.

Lance looked over his shoulder while getting up from the floor. Keith was in the kitchen, putting biscuits of every shape and color on a plate to savor with the hot chocolate in the two mugs beside him. His violet eyes turned to Lance, he smiled at him then took the mugs and plate to the couch. It was late and they should be in their bed right now, but neither wanted to sleep. Not right now.

Lance eyed the sweater Keith was wearing. An ugly sweater to be precise. It was a lovely dark green, and that was the only nice thing about it. On the back, it was nothing special, just blank dark green, but once Keith turned, the front revealed itself. And boy was Lance happy of finding this horror. The front was a knitted picture of the Grinch smiling this very creepy smile, from the cartoon How the Grinch stole Christmas. Above it was written in red : 'You're a mean one' and under was written 'Mr Grinch', like the start of the song. Keith had looked at him with the most outraged and betrayed look once he had unwrapped the package three years ago. And he almost burned the poor sweater, until Lance told him to find one for him, that would out weight the ugliness.

He wasn't sure if Keith understood the concept of ugly sweater though. Because the one he had found, and that Lance was currently wearing, was a nice royal blue, with the 'forever alone' face horribly knitted in the middle of the front. If one thing was for sure, it was that Lance had almost had a panic attack because of it. Because Keith had dumped the paper package on Lance's knees while saying it reminded him of his boyfriend. Then Lance saw the sweater and a horrible feeling of this being a break-up scene crept in his mind. He almost cried because of it. But Keith had promised it was just to get him back on the horrible sweater and that he loved him with all his heart.

And he wasn't sure if Keith wanted to prove it to him, but for New Year just after the incident, he proposed to Lance. Of course, the young cuban man was not an idiot and accepted. They married in spring, after a lot of stress to prepare their wedding in such a short time. But they were so happy since then, it was sooo worth it.

They were on the couch, listening to a soft Christmas song in the background, enjoying the biscuits and hot chocolate while talking about this and that. It was close to midnight, and the world outside was quiet. There was no snow falling, although the snow from last night was still there, even if a little melted from the warmer afternoon.

« Do you think it's gonna snow later in the night ? » asked Keith.

« Maybe. Forecast said it could if the temperature is low enough. »

« I hope so. »

« Why ? I thought you didn't like the cold. »

Keith took a sip of chocolate from his mug and smiled at his husband.

« I wanna make a snowman. Even if it's a small one. »

Lance snaked an arm on the shoulders of his black haired lover, pulling him gently to him. Keith let him, snuggling closer, putting his head on Lance's shoulder. This cosy feeling was almost constant ever since they started dating. Keith dated barely anyone before Lance, and he could feel it ever since their first date. Lance was the one for him. Sure, they could argue a lot, but they realized a long while ago that it was better to voice what was wrong instead of keeping quiet and letting the matter slowly rot. They almost broke up because of that, for something so little and insignificant that neither of them remembered.

No, they were good like that. Talking things out, because it was what kept them so in love.

Lance kissed the pale neck close to his mouth, tickling Keith, making him laugh softly. Lance put his mug on the little round table beside them, and took Keith's after a moment. He looked at his husband with this spark, the one Keith really liked to see.

« Right now ? » he teased, his index stroking Lance's neck delicately.

« Just cause it's Christmas doesn't mean we can't have some private time. »

Keith let him kiss his lips, feeling Lance's arms snake around his waist. The kiss was tender, just their lips caressing softly. Of course, it was not to last. Lance tilted his head a little to the side and let his thumb go under the ugly sweater, stroking softly the pale skin of his lover.

But the sound of little footsteps on the floor stopped them immediately. They both looked behind Lance in one movement. Standing there, in her little purple cat one-piece pajamas and holding a lion plush in her little arms, stood the second love of their life after each other.

« Papa ! I'm scared ! »

Without thinking, Keith was up in a second and already taking their little girl in his arms. Their precious 3 years old, Ellie, was shaking a little. Lance came right after them, kissing his baby girl on the head while Keith stroked her back. She had the same chocolate brown hair as Lance, her golden skin showing her hispanic origins, and her amethyst eyes were full of tears ready to be shed.

« What's wrong, sweetie ? » asked Keith in this soft voice that was only for her.

« Thez a monster in ma room ! » she said in her little voice.

While Keith rocked her in his arms, Lance kissed her forehead. For the past few weeks, Ellie was seeing monsters in the shadows of her room. It had been almost 5 days since the last time she bursts out of her room at full speed to 'escape the monsters' during the night.

« Alright then ! Time to chase the monsters ! » said Lance while putting his hands on his hips.

« Let me do it. »

Keith gave the precious child to his husband, then he went to the room under the cautious look of the little girl. He retrieved the little spray bottle they had filled with water and some edible dye to make it look more effective. He washed it while Lance came in the kitchen with her, then Keith looked at her with a wide smile.

« You know what ? I think the potion wasn't strong enough. Let's add something else this time. »

Ellie's eyes sparkled while Keith opened a drawer over his head and took a little jar with some ginger colored spice in it.

« We'll add cinnamon this time. Monsters don't like it because it's so tasty. »

Ellie looked so impressed with her papa, Lance felt a little jealous, just for a few seconds. Then Keith prepared the next 'potion' to spray in the bedroom. 'Bravely', he entered the room under the watchful eyes of Ellie and Lance. He looked under the bed and sprayed some while noting they needed to clean in there in a few days, with all those little sheep of dust collecting. He then went for the closet, making a show of putting his hand on the handle before looking at them. Ellie closed her eyes with her hands while Lance rolled his eyes before smiling at his husband. Keith opened the closet, and no monster was in sight. He sprayed for good measure then looked with a smirk at his two loved ones.

« Done ! No more monsters in your room, my darling. »

« Papa's the best ! »

Lance whined loudly at this and looked down at his daughter.

« So papí is no good ? »

At this, she looked shocked and almost dropped her plush to put her little arms around his neck.

« No ! Papí is best too ! »

« Thank you, mi cariña. »

Keith rolled his eyes with a smile. Lance had these little moments of jealousy, because Ellie was currently closer to her papa. Keith didn't know why. Maybe because he was so protective of her. Lance sometimes joked it was like he had carried her instead of her biological mom. Without parents around him while he was a kid, Keith was still learning a lot about being a parent, but thankfully, Lance was there to help him. He had taken care of his niece and nephew while he was barely a teenager after all.

« Papa ? Papí ? »

Keith came closer, putting his front to Ellie's back in a protective stance while hugging her. Lance didn't mind at all.

« Yes, mi princesa ? »

« Wanna shleep wif papa and papí. »

Lance and Keith exchanged a look, the kind that meant their private time was for another night, then they nodded together.

« Yes, of course, sweetie. »

At that, she smiled widely, yawned and put her head under Lance's chin, getting comfy, like she always did since she was a baby. They exchanged another look, both knowing how lucky they were to have Ellie in their life.

They had been talking about having kids even before getting married. Lance couldn't see their future without at least a child with them. Keith was a little more reserved, with being an orphan for most of his life and not knowing what a parent was supposed to do. But of course, like most of the time, Lance managed to convince him that they could do it. And Keith was impatient by nature, even more when it came to Lance. So the day after their wedding, he asked Lance if he wanted them to adopt. Then, it had been Lance who was a little reserved, but knowing they'll need years before getting their child, he accepted. Surprisingly, they welcomed Ellie into their life in February of the next year, thanks to Lance's favorite cousin, Allura, who pulled some strings to speed up the process. She was barely 9 months old when they officially became her parents, and the ultimate surprise was that she was born the same week they got married. They loved her with all their heart.

Keith hated to cry with a passion, due to all his childhood spent in foster care, but the moment she smiled at him for the first time, he couldn't stop his tears. He also cried the day she called him 'papa' for the first time. His whole being trembled at his baby calling him 'papa', remembering how he thought for years his own dad would come back for him. His tears of happiness turned into tears of sadness when he thought it could happen to her as well. But Lance had promised, she wouldn't be alone to go into the broken system. She had her godparents, Allura and Shiro, Keith's adoptive brother. They had promised, their Ellie wouldn't be alone. It was comforting, so much.

While Lance went slowly into their bedroom, rocking slowly the little girl in his arms, Keith made sure to turn off any light and electronics that wasn't supposed to be on for the night. Once done, he joined his two loves, watching adoringly how Lance put their precious girl in the middle of the bed, like they always did when she wasn't feeling alright. She was fast asleep, her so little chest rising and falling almost imperceptibly, her lion plush secured into her left arm. Lance looked up at Keith, the black haired crawling quietly into the bed to press a quick kiss on his husband's lips.

« Merry Christmas, love. » said Keith.

« Merry Christmas, babe. » answered Lance with a sweet kiss in return.

They each took their side of the bed, joining in the middle to watch over their baby girl for a little longer, their hands joined over the cover on top of Ellie. It was a soft feeling, being this happy and at peace. And just before Keith fell asleep, his eyes caught something by the window. He smiled.

« It's snowing. » he said in a hushed voice.

Lance looked over his shoulder. Indeed, soft little snowflakes were falling silently in the night. Lance smiled as well.

« Guess you'll have your snowman tomorrow. » he said while squeezing his husband's hand a little.

Keith closed his eyes in a happy sigh, then Lance knew he was asleep. The brown haired closed his eyes as well, quickly joining his two loved ones into the arms of Morpheus.

[thefatrumpirate]

Black Tears Spiced Rum

Black Tears Spiced Rum. This is quite a unique spirit. It notes that this is the first Dry Cuban Spiced rum on the market. Now currently in Cuba the legislation around rum production allows for 20g/L of sugar. Any rum which exceeds that amount is noted as an Elixir – such as Legendario Elixir de Cuba.

As a result “Spiced Rum” in name at least, is not really a thing in Cuba. However this Spiced…