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cerealkiller740 · 1 year
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1956 Lipton Tea advertisement
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flashnthunder · 4 months
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Lipton is to boy mom as Speirs is to girl dad send tweet
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footprintsinthesxnd · 3 months
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I couldn’t pick any other character than sweet Cardwood Lipton for this song. It’s one of my favourite Taylor Swift songs and I just feel like it fits him so perfectly. I’ve also gone for a bit of a period drama vibe for this one.
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misforgotten2 · 19 days
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Of all the Lipton soups my favorite is the Vaguely Chicken Flavored Salt Water and Noodles.
Reader’s Digest  - September 1973
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roadtogracelandx45 · 9 months
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Credit to Kirk Acevedos Twitter
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indigo-graves · 4 months
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Falling |Carwood Lipton|
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Carwood Lipton wasn’t sure when he fell in love with Hazel Barnes. It came on him subtly and somehow all at once. There was an overwhelming feeling of knowing all along in the exact moment where he realized it for the first time. When he thought about it, between drills that demanded equal parts of the brain and body, training on strategy, and preparations to jump from an airplane, he narrowed it to five very specific moments. --SMUT WARNING-- 18+
 
When Lipton knocked on Hazel’s door, there was an eagerness in each thud of his fist that he knew would pervade every moment of their night together. When she opened it, he felt like he was looking at her for the very first time. It was the hitch in his gut, just that subtle constricting movement, a blip if you weren’t paying attention. It was the same exact internal movement that he felt the first time he caught her eye in that smokey pub in town. 
She was throwing her head back in laughter. Something one of the soldiers in Dog Company had said caused her to throw her head back and let out a belly deep, unabashed, and entirely contagious laugh. It was so striking that it completely pulled Lipton from a conversation he was sharing with Dick Winters and Lewis Nixon. He turned his head to follow the sound. The dark curtain of perfectly shaped waves fell over her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, lashes fanning over her cheeks, reddened with giddiness. The curve of her full lips as they parted into an open-mouth smile made him lick his own subtly. There was something about the graceful curve of her neck, the soft and delicate redness from the heat in the room drawing his focus in. He swallowed. And when she collected herself, the smile lingering on her round face, they locked eyes. Under her gaze, he felt the hitch in his abdomen, like the tightening of a belt around his gut. He smiled softly, as if testing her unpredictable waters. And then it was his turn to be the target of that sweet smile. God, did he never want it to be anyone else. 
“Hi, love,” she smiled, she had been waiting for him. No one else was quite able to make her smile just like he did. He noticed it as he watched her gracefully navigate a room, never once showing the same smile he had grown to pry from her with greedy hands. He stepped in, a response to her widening the door, an unavoidable smile conjured upon his own lips. How could he stop himself when he was around her? “Tea?” 
He shook his head in response when she gestured behind her toward the kitchen, “no.” He looked over her form, feeling a pang of jealousy at the way her dress was so closely able to hold to the natural curve of her hip. She walked toward him. A waft of her perfume got to him before she did. When he inhaled, he felt the buzz of a less sober man. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek gently, he thanked his arms for instinctually finding purchase on those same hips he had admired seconds before. “We fly out tomorrow.” 
He felt her muscles tighten. A small gasp that he would not have heard if her lips had not been so close to his ear. He squeezed her tighter, “I know.” 
She let out the breath she had been holding and stepped back from him, her hands still lingering on his shoulders, “we knew this would happen.” 
Lipton nodded, “yes.” 
There were few words that seemed to fit the tone that had shifted in the room. It was not likely that he would find the appropriate one anytime soon. As if Hazel knew it, too, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his in a soft, tender kiss. 
There was a small beat between a downpour that turned the roads to muck and the threat of further threats of rain on the horizon. It was at that time that Lipton had suggested that he walked Hazel back home from the pub. Without allowing a second to pass, she agreed with a nod. If there was a spare moment where Lipton could find time to spend with Hazel alone, he would trip over himself to take it. Unsure if she had realized this or even more, considered the same, he did not know. 
It wasn’t until she pulled him forward by the hand as the downpour started that he thought there may be a reason why she was agreeable to let him walk her home. She did not let go of it until they were at her doorstep. 
She demanded that he come in, arguing that there is no way she was going to send a soldier back to his quarters in the midst of a heavy rain when she was drying off in a perfectly warm home. It was not until after he agreed to stay and even more, to a cup of tea, that she was appeased. 
It was after that tea was gone, refilled, and gone again, that he realized it had not been raining for quite some time. It was her company that was keeping him comfortably seated on her couch, facing her as she spoke enthusiastically, pouring forth with a story about her first time attempting to fish after her father passed away. As he pictured her in a row boat, frustratedly attempting to reel in a stubborn fish, he found himself envious of the next man to catch a fish for her. 
There was a shift in the air between them as he later slipped on his now-dry jacket. The sun had set. The rain had long passed. Their fingers had brushed when she handed the jacket over, he swallowed hard in response. The way she looked at him made him consider what he might have said to cause her furrowed brow. When she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to his cheek, he felt the lump in his throat drop to his stomach. 
When she stood back, the sweetness of her perfume lingering between them, he smiled softly. She smiled softly in return, her eyes locked quite intently on his own. The warmth of the brown within felt like the sun had suddenly risen again, swallowing the night’s chill and heating him from the inside out. But when those doe eyes flickered to the smirk on his face, he remembered what it felt like to desire a person with your entire being. 
He was hopeful that the bravery he showed when he leaned forward to kiss her gently was the same that he would show on the battlefield. Even a fraction of it would get him through this war decorated. Within him, he felt the embers she had created ignite to full flickering flame when he felt the way her lips so perfectly in synchronicity with his. 
Lipton wasn’t sure who deepened the kiss, who let it catch light with urgency and desperation, but it was in that heated need that he crossed the room with her toward her bedroom. As they went, hands began to tear at garments. Carelessly, fabric fell to the floor in abandon. He had never in his life had he felt the depth of this type of desire. It was more than need. 
She was breathless when he tore his mouth from hers. Her lipstick smeared across her cheek, he planted kisses across her cheek, her forehead, temple, her eyelids, her nose. Lipton reached down to grip the backs of her thighs, surprising Hazel as he lifted her from the floor. The grip of his hands settled on her rear, fingertips pressed deeply into her flesh. She kissed his forehead, cheeks, chin, jaw from above as he crossed the room with her in his arms. 
When he got her to the bed, he set her down gently, hurrying to tug her dress over her hips and past her feet. He threw it behind him, greeting the majority of his clothing on the floor. It was when he started to take down his boxers that she helped by removing her own bra and underwear. No matter how many times he had seen her naked, he would never be left in anything less than awe. No matter how intimately he learned every inch of her body, he would feel nothing less than unyielding gratitude. 
Hazel pulled him close to her, their bodies flush against one another. Every part of her form fit so perfectly into his, as if the brightest mind had drawn up the blueprints. The way skin met skin, limbs tangled with limb, there was no way to decide where she began and he ended. Their lips worked in perfect time, breaths short and dire as they grew less and less frequent. 
“Car,” she gasped, the first time he touched her. The nickname was not one she had used before, and since then, he only ever heard it when he drew it from her throat with delicate, intentional movements. 
The first time they made love, there was something boiling in the pit of Lipton’s stomach that he had never experienced before. Not that he had not felt desire, lust, hell, even love before. But what began to take over his brain and body felt like an intoxication so deep, it may never detox from his marrow. 
He held her head in his hand, pinned between her and the pillows behind her as he calculated the response every thrust was able to call forward. He watched as her eyes screwed shut and her lips parted. He watched as a wrinkle appeared between her brows. He watched as a gorgeous blush spanned the width of her chest, clawing its way up her throat. He kissed her there, her name on his lips while he deepened each motion, feeling himself reach the length of her depths. 
“Car,” she gasped, each of her well manicured fingers raked at his back, her ankles locked at the lowest point on his back. He couldn’t help but smile as it poured past her lips like the sweetest wine. A wine he’d find himself scavenging every corner of the earth to sip once more. 
He granted some space between them when she began to inch her hand down delicately over his chest, teasing his skin with the sweetest of gestures. Every inch those fingers drew, he found himself throbbing more intensely. It was not until he felt her hand wrap securely around him that he let out a sigh of relief. Hazel’s bottom lip was trapped between her teeth as she held his gaze. When she started to gently stroke, he lost sight of her when his eyes fluttered closed. 
The deep giggle that vibrated where their chests connected made his blood pump harder. It was one he learned came with a moment where she felt herself in control, especially of the pleasure he experienced; it was a sound he found echoing in his mind as he tossed and turned in bed on lonely nights. One that often encouraged a stampede of memories of ecstasy that he knew would not dim over the course of time. 
Lipton’s thumb traced the curve of her jaw, memorizing the angle it took before meeting her ear. He tangled his hand in her hair as if it were a forest he longed to be lost in. She tilted her head up and met his lips in a hungry kiss, coaxing a groan from deep within his chest while she increased the movement of her hand. 
He traced down over her collar bone, his thumb stopping to circle her nipple. He often considered the responsiveness of every part of her body to each of his careful ministrations. He also often considered the natural color of her lips and its perfect match to the color of her nipples. Especially when he noticed the way they glistened as she licked them. Which she did often in response to his touch. 
The light of the midday sun shone into the bedroom where Lipton found himself tangled in sheets. It was the way she had allowed them to be draped over her, as if she were in the safest place in the world, so vulnerable to his eyes, barely covered. He found it the most erotic moment of his life, watching her talk and laugh, so very exposed to him. It was a privilege he would not take lightly.
“Lip?” She teased, reaching out and nudging his jaw with the knuckle of her index finger. He blinked, focused his gaze on her smiling face. He raised a brow in question. “You know,” she pulled the sheet over her breasts. He felt like a child after losing a balloon in the wind. “If I were a more anxious woman, I’d worry you weren’t listening to me.” Though her words chastised him, her tone was tender, soft, as if she knew that he would never for a moment take the sight of her naked body for granted. 
“Never,” he smirked. She leaned forward with a giggle, pressing her bare chest to his, her lips soon after. 
When his hand rested on hers, her pace slowed to a stop. He took up her hand gently, holding it against his chest briefly before bringing it to his mouth. He placed a kiss to her fingertips, her palm, and her wrist before guiding it over his shoulder. She found herself running her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. 
As he aligned himself with her, he felt as she spread her legs further, accommodating his hips as they settled between her thighs. A gentle stroke down to her entrance and up again caused her breath to catch audibly in her throat. He smiled as he watched her eyelids grow heavy with lust. Hazel tilted her hips up in a movement that Lipton had told himself was the most sensual thing he had known any woman to do. The whimper that escaped her lips encouraged a twitch in his length he held tight in his hand. 
“Please,” she whispered. 
Without hesitation, he met her upward thrust with a downward stroke, a motion that called forward a moan from each of them. He buried his face in her neck as he began to find a slow, building pace. They began to move like the tide, each wave crashing with moans and groans of approval. He felt the way she held him with intensity, both inside and out, with each motion. 
“Oh God,” she arched her back to meet him with urgency. “I love you.” When her eyes fluttered open to meet his, he saw the way tears welled in her eyes. 
He kissed her temple, the apple of her cheeks, and pulled her closer to him. He quickened the pace as he found an angle to provide him with access to new depths. Both of which she responded to with a cry that gave him goosebumps. He found himself breathlessly, ecstatically, devastatingly, responding in kind, “I love you.”
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ep6bastogne · 4 months
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EP. 6 "BASTOGNE" + THE NATIONAL, "DON'T SWALLOW THE CAP" (pt. 3/?)
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mecnun1cinar · 9 months
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AHHHHHHHH BU HAYAAAAT ÇEKİİİİLMEEEEEZZZ SEEEEENNN OLMASAAAN DEMLİİİİİKKK SHDKSNDHDH
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"My attempt at a Brand Map"
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aegondluvrs · 9 months
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of course i like eugene roe and carwood lipton im gay
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periodically80s · 1 year
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cerealkiller740 · 9 months
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1956 Lipton Brisk Iced Tea
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forever70s · 5 months
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Lipton Cup-A-Soup ad (1978)
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namikala · 2 years
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IDOLiSH7 x Lipton collaboration 2022
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georgieluz · 9 months
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ANGEL BABY WAS WRITTEN FOR LIPLUZ NO I WON'T ACCEPT CRITICISM I'M RIGHT AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND
"pull me from hell, bring me back again" HOW IS THAT NOT THE MOST LIPLUZ LYRIC YOU'VE EVER HEARD?????????
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"give him my all when i don't even have it" IT'S GEORGE LUZ, YOUR HONOUR. IT'S HIM. THOSE WORDS WERE WROTE FOR HIM.
"i'll tell you how i almost died, while you're bringing me back to life" GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE IT'S THEM DON'T EVEN TRY AND CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE BECAUSE I'M RIGHT YOU KNOW IT
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i'm just saying. ok. that lip, confirmed angel, 'came out the blue on a rainy snowy night' and pulled one george luz from hell, okay?
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kairisk · 2 years
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AF attack @dimikira of their OC Lipton! This perpetually-stressed dormouse really needs a nap (> ˊ͈ ᐞ ˋ͈ )>
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