#jelly jells

[greenskellyblob]

Hello people, I am at work rn and listening to an audiobook and it ENRAGES ME!!!

So I'm here to tell you to go read the Stormlight archives books by Brandon Sanderson and join me in the majesty, rage and delight these books bring.

Honestly, grab any of his books if you haven't already and you might just find yourself enjoying them :3

[nerdyrevelries]

Look, I know that we all love Jo and Amy, and Beth is an absolute angel, but I think the Little Women fandom is really sleeping on how relatable Meg is for being the only one of the March sisters to respond to having a bad day by sitting down in the middle of the floor and bursting into tears.

[lionfloss]

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[pixelcurious]

Ever since that one poll - which of these abysmal glops from the midwestern united states would you deign to consume - I've been sort of obsessed with jello. I had never made it before, and it's not something I even usually eat, but now it's my adhd special interest.

I have made it three times now. I made a cherry version of the strawberry pretzel salad from the poll (surprisingly good). I did plain orange jello with mandarin oranges in (A+ would make again). And a raspberry whip with frozen blueberries. (This is the only one I won't repeat. It's not bad, but it's not great, and it looks like dayglow pond scum with frog eggs.)

I've been looking at vintage molds and reading about the history of gelatin foods and I got a memoir by the heir to the Jell-O company fortune from the library, though I haven't started it yet.

I may or may not talk about it here. Please block the tags if you do not want to look at or hear about gelatin based food substances.

[dynamoe]

welcome to hell.

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[viejospellejos]

Se le ha ido por otro lao

[milk-lover]

Eating a bowl of jello with the wikipedia page for jello open for a fully immersive experience.

[taxi-davis]

[solkyy]

🍰🍬🍫 Its here!! 🍫🍬🍰

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/solkyart/sweet-tooth-enamel-pins

My new Kickstarter prelaunch page is finally here! These are my original design Sweet Tooth enamel pins !

[sonofthepear]

Jell-O

We all love bright colours and fun right? Well, BrandOpus have brought us just that to Jell-O. Replacing the dated logo and packaging designs, the branding agency BrandOpus has put the fun back into Jell-O. Using a bold font with a thick, white shadow stroke that's playful and in your face. This new logo gets complimented brilliantly by the solid colours and large imagery of the flavours of each pot, that will stand out from everything else on the shop shelf. I really like the marketing material for this with the imagery on the boxes being able to make up a part of an object like a boat, just to add more of the playfulness to the brand. This has to be one of my favourite rebrands of the year so far.

[formeryelpers]

Jell & Chill, 301 W Valley Blvd, Unit 107, San Gabriel, CA 91776

Jell & Chill is the first bingfen shop in the 626. Bingfen is also known as ice jelly or crystal jelly and it’s popular in Southwest China. They make their own crystal jelly with the plant seeds of the “Apple of Peru”; the seeds have to be rubbed by hand to get the thick liquid out. Their jelly is organic, vegan, herbal and detoxifying. It’s supposed to be good for your skin. Also, they do not add sugar to the jelly and it’s low in calories. The jelly is soft and transparent.

The actual bingfen here is served in a clear drinking cup. It’s layered and reminds me of a Chinese version of Vietnamese che. There were 9 variations, starting at $7.50. Some of the options are vegan (look for the V symbol on the menu).

Mung bean green ($7.50): I probably should have eaten it right away but I didn’t. It wasn’t as cold as I expected. At the bottom was a thick coconut jelly. It was richer, sweeter, and heavier than the coconut jelly from Coconut Jelly King and Melo Melo. On top of that was a mixture of the bingfen/ice jelly and mung bean paste. The jelly has little flavor and it’s soft and slippery. The mung bean has a mild sesame-like flavor – wish there were whole mung beans. Mochi balls (rice cakes) add some chewiness and texture. I like the idea of combining crystal jelly and coconut jelly but their coconut jelly is too rich and too sweet. The mung bean paste wasn’t too sweet.

The shop is cute – mostly white with a few small tables. It looks like a boba shop. You can order at the register or use their kiosk to order. The strip mall has some above ground parking and underground parking. Jell & Chill is across the street from the old Blackball Desserts. I prefer grass jelly desserts to bingfen because the grass jelly has more flavor.

3.5 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

your transfem friend recommended a clinic to get your bottom surgery done at. she says its cheap, not gatekeepery, and the results are good, even if the doctors a little skeevy. youre at the address she gave you and are wondering how exactly your murder will go down. the door is on a third floor landing accessible only from a fire escape out of a back alley in the worst part of town youve ever seen. you knock three times and the door is answered by a ratty-looking woman with a severe slouch smoking something that doesnt smell like nicotine and doesnt smell like marijuana. her wavy blonde hair is unkempt. shes wearing an oversized grey hoodie that hasnt been washed in some time. you can identify blood on the left sleeve and vomit across much of her side, as well as other, more mysterious stains. you cant tell if shes wearing anything underneath the hoodie. the inside of the apartment - because it is, very clearly, her apartment - has a smell that you cant place but, if pressed, would probably call sweat, though you know that description is lacking something.

dr davis, you ask. she smiles wide, and her teeth are shockingly good for the state the rest of her is in. just call me riley, she says. never did get a degree.

she ushers you inside and sits you down on a sofa almost as stained as her hoodie. can i get you a drink she asks. a drink, you repeat, dazed. she says yeah. she says she has diet coke, beer, vodka, and coffee. says she used to keep tea around for a friend of a friend but she hasnt come by in a few years and the leaves are probably losing flavor by now. you say just waters fine. she shrugs and says your funeral. she comes back from the kitchen and sweeps some stuff off the coffee table. you see a stray scalpel, a roll of gauze bandages, a soda cup from taco bell, and various crumpled papers amongst the rubbish that she knocks aside before setting down your glass of water. she has a beer in her own hand and pops the cap off with her teeth, though the motion isnt quite how youre used to seeing people do it. she takes a big gulp before she keeps talking.

so what do you want your pussy to look like, she asks. you splutter a bit. she says you are the one who needed their bits redone right. you flush and say yeah thats me. she nods and says right so what do you want. you struggle to give a good answer and she starts asking questions. depth? width? color? clit size? you give your answers falteringly. she starts asking about labia. oh, you dont want dentata, do you, she says. that costs extra. you say you dont know what that means. she says dont worry about it. hey do you wanna get pregnant? you splutter again. not now she clarifies. well i can get you pregnant now too if you want that. doesnt even have to be human i think i have some horse sperm around here if you want. i just meant like ever in the future. you say you dont know. she says okay shell leave it out for now but come back if you ever want her to put the womb in. youre too stunned to reply.

she says oh do you want to keep your dick, i can do that. you say you thought they needed the tissue from the penis in order to make the vaginal lining. she laughs and takes another gulp from her beer. she says so is that a no. you say you guess you hadnt thought about it. she says she can reschedule if you need to think, no rush. you say no i guess i dont want it anymore. she nods and says come back if you change your mind.

she says ok, i think i can start operating now if youre ready. you say okay and she tells you to lie on your back and strip naked. you follow her instructions. youre still not sure if youre going to die today or not. she pulls on a big pair of rubber gloves. not latex medical gloves, they're yellow dishwashing gloves. she grabs a small jar of what looks like petroleum jelly off a shelf nearby. you cant help but notice that theres also lube, condoms, saran wrap, and a bottle of honey on the same shelf. you dont ask. she starts vigorously rubbing the jelly into your skin from the belly button down. everywhere it touches you instantly go numb. she keeps talking while she works. a lot of it is her telling stories about "her amy." you cant tell if amy is a sister, wife, or pet. she might be all three.

she reaches up to grab an empty syringe off the top shelf. when she stretches you notice shes naked under the hoodie. you look away bashfully. she doesnt seem to notice.

she fills the syringe with liquid from a bucket in the closet. the liquid is neon green. she injects it into your inner upper thigh. you are now certain you're going to die today, but you cannot make a break for it with your legs numbed, so you wait.

she says okay this is the part where a lot of people get squeamish so look away if you think you might get sick. she pulls out a set of knives. some of them look like dentistry tools, some of them are medical scalpels, and some of them are kitchen knives. you look away. she starts humming to herself while she works. the tune is pop goes the weasel.

hey, she calls out to you from between your legs, how many nerves do you want in your clit? you say uh i dont know, whats a normal amount. she says about ten thousand give or take two thousand in either direction. you say ten thousand sounds fine. she doesnt respond, just goes back to humming. its a different tune. shes humming old macdonald now.

she gets up a couple times to grab new drinks. you say should you be drinking during an operation? she says dont worry i know what im doing. besides i never took the hippocratic oath. she laughs at that, the sound somewhere between a giggle and a cackle. you don't think its that funny. she resumes her work.

this time shes humming the alphabet song. you ask how old are you anyway? she says somewhere between 12 and 47. then she laughs again. you decide to stop asking questions.

four beers, two diet cokes, three unidentifiable cigarettes, and five hours later, she stands up and announces shes done. she wipes her brow without taking the glove off, smearing unidentifiable bodily fluids across her forehead. she jabs another syringe into your other thigh and the feeling returns to your lower body. you're a little sore but other than that you feel great. she wheels over a full length mirror and tells you to take a look. its perfect. youre everything youve ever dreamed you would be. you cant describe how euphoric it feels to see a vagina, your vagina, between your legs. you thank her tearfully. she smiles awkwardly. of course, shes saying.

how much do i owe you you ask. she shrugs. iunno, a hundred bucks? im not in it for the money. you pay her the hundred bucks and leave quickly. you barely remember to get dressed again before heading out. you have never seen Riley again.

[puffin-nuffin]

I’m having a heated argument with my father about jelly. I think it slaps. Especially when it has little fruit bits in it. He wrongly thinks it’s horrid and old fashioned. So I come to the great heathens of tumblr settle our debate.

(I had to google what Americans call Jelly and I’m so confused. So you get a stolen google image for reference)

[oncasette]

a lil request: climbing into bed with Phil after a long day of work.. 🥰

let me show you everything i know

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You’re not sure when the lamp was turned off or when Phil’s breathing had gotten heavier or, even, when your eyes had shut, but the next time you’re conscious of what’s happening your husband has thrown his body almost completely over top of yours and your legs have intertwined themselves with his.

or the one where you come home to phil after a long day

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You think your bones have turned into jelly. Or a watery jell-o. Thick and goopy with exhaustion so prevalent it’s worked its way into your bloodstream. Your shoes have already been kicked off, forgotten by the door along with your purse and your keys and your brain, probably. 

Phil’s already in bed when you shuffle into the room. He’s leaned up against the headboard with his well-worn copy of Wuthering Heights in hand, reading glasses drooping over his nose and a threadbare t-shirt you’re nearly dying to curl into. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says as he lazily stamps his bookmark–the receipt he’d gotten at the coffee shop last saturday–between the pages before he sets it on his nightstand. 

You offer him some semblance of a hum in response, tripping over your own feet as you drag yourself to the closet. Your skirt comes off first–the zipper only getting stuck once on its way down your thighs–then your shirt and your stockings and the bobby pins that’d started to ache at the base of your skull. 

“You okay?” he asks. His palm sweeps his brow as he watches you. 

“Fine, baby,” you sigh as you riffle through Phil’s t-shirt drawer. You’re not sure which one you’re looking for. Not really looking for a specific one at all, really, but you grab his old high school football shirt quicker than you probably should’ve. “Long day.”

Slipping the thin cotton over your head, you keep your arms from going through the holes and undo your bra beneath the new warmth. You pull it out from under the shirt, nearly missing the low whistle your husband gives you from the few feet separating you from the bed. “Long day, huh?” he asks. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Just people being annoying. Bill started-” “Bill’s an asshole,” he interjects with a scoff, opening the covers for you to slip beneath them as he lowers himself down further into the sheets. “Always fucking hated Bill.” 

“Bill is an asshole, but that wasn’t the point of my story,” you say as you slide in beside him and the covers fall over your frame. Phil’s like a space heater. He warms you faster than the sun in July, leaving you to melt into him as you continue. “So, as I was saying. Bill started complaining about how…” A yawn interrupts your statement. 

“Sorry,” Another one. Smaller, this time. “Started complaining about the catering choices Margie had picked out for lunch tomorrow and…” He lets you speak uninterrupted. Nearly. He coughs out one more comment about how much he hates Bill and how small his dick must be, but other than that you’re left to ramble as you please. 

You’re not sure when the lamp was turned off or when Phil’s breathing had gotten heavier or, even, when your eyes had shut, but the next time you’re conscious of what’s happening your husband has thrown his body almost completely over top of yours and your legs have intertwined themselves with his. 

“Phil,” you whisper. 

“Go to sleep, baby,” he says, and you do, miraculously, without another thought of lousy your day had been. 

[seththemusehub]

So, great news. I'm near out of food and I still have several days until I get food money again. I just wanna go to the store and get some basic stuff like milk, eggs, bread, some jelly since I have peanut butter, some other kind of protein and vegetables?? but uh.

y'know.

so uh...if anybody has some funds to toss my way, I'd super appreciate it. I'm out of mashed potatoes, and I'm kinda down to like, jell-o and pasta with no sauce or butter to put on it. which really sucks.

my paypal: https://www.paypal.me/seththemuse