#Biscuits Market size

[mordorintelligencemarketresearch]

The Biscuits Industry: Trends, Insights, and Market Dynamics 

The biscuit industry has seen remarkable growth and transformation over the years, driven by changing consumer preferences, innovative product development, and the expansion of distribution channels. As a staple snack enjoyed globally, biscuits offer a fascinating glimpse into the market's evolution and future potential. 

Current Market Overview 

The biscuits market is projected to reach USD 132.43 billion in 2024 and is expected to grow to USD 169.10 billion by 2029, reflecting a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 5.01% during the forecast period from 2024 to 2029. This growth is fueled by rising disposable incomes, urbanization, and the increasing demand for convenient snack options. 

Consumer Trends 

Health and Wellness 

With growing awareness about health and nutrition, consumers are gravitating towards biscuits that offer nutritional benefits. Brands are innovating with natural ingredients, fortified biscuits, and options free from artificial additives. 

Convenience 

Busy lifestyles are driving the demand for convenient snacks. Individually packaged biscuits or those that can be easily carried are particularly appealing to on-the-go consumers. 

Flavor Innovation 

Diverse flavor profiles are attracting consumers looking for unique experiences. Global flavors and fusion combinations are becoming popular, leading brands to experiment with exotic ingredients and tastes. 

Competitive Landscape 

The biscuit market is characterized by a mix of large multinational corporations and local artisanal brands. Major players such as Mondelez, Nestlé, and Unibic dominate the market, leveraging their extensive distribution networks and marketing capabilities. However, there is a growing trend of artisanal and niche brands focusing on quality and innovation, appealing to a segment of health-conscious consumers. 

Challenges 

Health Regulations: As consumers demand healthier options, companies must navigate strict regulations regarding labeling and health claims. 

Sustainability: With increasing environmental awareness, brands are under pressure to adopt sustainable practices, from sourcing ingredients to packaging. 

Future Outlook 

The biscuit industry is poised for growth, driven by innovation and adaptation to consumer needs. Here are a few predictions for the future: 

Sustainable Practices: Companies will likely focus on reducing their carbon footprint, using eco-friendly packaging, and sourcing sustainable ingredients. 

Technological Advancements: Automation and AI are expected to enhance production efficiency and improve supply chain management. 

Personalization: The rise of personalized nutrition may lead to bespoke biscuit products tailored to individual dietary requirements. 

Conclusion 

The biscuits market is a dynamic and evolving sector that reflects broader consumer trends. With a strong focus on health, convenience, and innovation, the industry is well-positioned for continued growth. As brands adapt to changing consumer preferences and strive for sustainability, the biscuit aisle will likely see exciting developments in the years to come. For businesses looking to enter or expand in this market, understanding these trends is key to capitalizing on the opportunities ahead.    For a detailed overview and more insights, you can refer to the full market research report by Mordor Intelligence: https://www.mordorintelligence.com/industry-reports/biscuits-market 

[sleepnoises]

look AT. my cobbler

[karan777]

[rohanisblog]

Saudi Arabia biscuits market was valued at US$ 458.56 million in 2022 and is projected to attain a valuation of US$ 1,081.20 million by 2031 at a CAGR of 10.09% during the forecast period 2023–2031.

[futuretonext]

The Global Biscuits Market is projected to grow at a CAGR of around 5.42% during the forecast period, i.e., 2022-27. The growth of the market is likely to be driven by the growing consumer demand for tasty & healthy snacks, coupled with the abundant availability of a wide variety of biscuits in numerous flavors & ingredients, which exemplifies their massive demand & popularity worldwide.

[clandestineloki]

Cold Flower (NSFW)

A/N: My public apology for going dormant on Tumblr for nearly 5 months.

tw: jotun!loki dom!loki, sub!cottagegirl!reader, loki’s cock is big but his size kink is bigger, corruption kink, praise kink, manhandling but very cutely if i may say!!, unrealistically fast paced because loki is horny ) >:D

read it on ao3!!

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The grass tickles your ankles as you step through the bushes, careful not to step on any pretty flowers in your path.

Sunset is nearing, and you've only gotten so much as a few ferns. But you don't mind. The forest will bloom when it wants to, and even if you haven't collected any flowers for your work you're having a wonderful time looking around at all the birds and the deer and the butterflies and nature; just getting away from the busy life in the village is enough of a treat.

Stepping through a clear patch, you look around for any deer traps. What deer traps? The ones that have hidden nets that burst out from the ground like flytraps and scoop up any poor being that just happened to be there, leaving them trapped up in the air by a rope tied to a tree.

Now that you think of it, a clear patch in the middle of the forest means one thing: a deer trap has been set off already.

Right above where you stand.

Realizing the danger of being anywhere near a threatened or harmed deer, you’re ready to bolt out of the woods when you look up, and see a net that’s filled with leaves, branches, and stray grass reeds.

And dangling out of the net is a leg— a leg that looks less like a deer’s… and more of a person’s.

You gasp in horror. Someone’s caught in it!

Running around the tree, you find the rope suspending the trap buried in the ground. You rummage for your shears and hastily cut it, grabbing the rope to pull it down with your weight and let the trap sink to the ground slowly.

When it does, you run over, cutting away as much of the net as you can, digging through the leaves until you reach someone covered in an enormous fur cape.

You gingerly pull it back, and stare in awe.

It’s a man, with dark hair and sharp features, no doubt very handsome despite the scratches and cuts he’s sustained. The linen top he’s wearing is littered with twigs.

Softly, you brush away the twigs when you touch his wrist and freeze.

And quite literally, because his skin is as cold as ice.

Almost as if he were a corpse.

“Sir! Sir! Please wake up!”

When Prince Loki’s eyes open and adjust to the glare of the sun— and the silhouette blocking it out— his breath hitches.

Is this Valhalla? Am I… dead?

Surely, he must be. For above him kneels the most beautiful girl, almost shimmering in the golden light, it’s definite that you’re an angel.

“Hello? Sir? Can you hear me?”

An even lovelier voice for a radiant woman. He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank goodness!” You lean forward, brushing away twigs from his face and cloak. “I thought you had died! I hate those deer traps, they’re dangerous and they're so hard to see! It almost killed you! Are you alright?”

“Yes- Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

It’s as if he spoke without thinking, eager to hear more from your pretty lips. You catch your breath, kneeling back down, and he sits up to get a better look at the captivating face of his savior.

“How long have you been up there?”

Loki brushes his hand against his cheek. “I'm not quite sure-��ah-”

He hisses when his fingers graze a wound on his temple, and he retracts his hand to find a few specks of scarlet.

“Probably not long, I'm still bleeding,” he shows you his hand, and you gasp.

“Oh, no,” you take a closer look at his face. “My house isn't far from here, I can help you clean up and get some rest. You must be exhausted. Are you alright with some porridge and biscuits? They're all I have the ingredients for and the farmers’ market is a bit far so I'm sorry if...”

Loki honestly can’t concentrate on what you're saying. He nods along, but he's rather focused on you.

As he tags along behind you as you retrace your steps to your home, Loki whispers a thanks to whatever Gods led him to be graced by your beauty in this moment, regardless of the circumstance. He had just been hunting for sport, unaware of the trap that had pulled him up into the tree so suddenly and rendered him unconscious.

Now, he's found something— no, someone— better; a much more rewarding, delicious little prey.

“I just realized I haven't introduced myself."

Loki looks up just as you say your name, timidly holding out your hand. He takes it after a moment.

“Loki,” he replies, once he finds it in himself to speak.

“Like the prince?"

He recoils a bit in surprise. “Yes- Yes, like the prince. Uh-"

“How are you feeling?" you ask, dabbing the cloth lightly against his wrist.

“They don't hurt if I don't move."

“Okay. Let me know if it does.”

Loki nods, watching you silently tend to his wounds, before he hisses softly.

You flinch, pulling away. “Oh, I'm sorry-"

“You really don't know who I am?” Loki asks.

A second passes as you look down at him, brows furrowing as you sit down next to him on your bed.

“I can't recall. Sorry, have you ordered flowers from me before?"

“You run a flower shop?”

“Yes, that's why I was in the woods. I was looking for fresh flowers and came across you up in that trap.” You tilt your head. “What were you doing in the forest, anyway?"

“I was... hunting for deer, and the last thing I remember is hearing something above me snap.”

“Hunting… Is that what you do for a living?”

“Well, no. My brother and I do it for sport."

“Oh."

Loki stares at you blankly. “My brother, Prince Thor."

You nod.

Loki chuckles. Your pretty little head hasn't registered it.

He leans in close, brushing his lips against your ear, and whispers very slowly:

“I'm Prince Loki."

And the reaction he gets is the cutest. Your lips part as your eyes widen, to which he grins.

But he doesn't expect you to fling yourself off the side of the bed and onto the ground, bowing down to him.

“Your Highness!” you squeak. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know!! I-”

“Darling, please," he chuckles, shaking his head. “That isn't necessary-"

“I'm so sorry, I'll get some tea, do you want anything from the market? Please, allow me-”

Loki bends down, lifting you off the floor in a princess carry and sets you down on the bed.

“Please, don’t stress yourself. You saved my life.”

He takes your hand, kissing it softly as he smiles up at you.

“Thank you, pretty angel.”

Your eyes widen as you stutter out tiny breaths. Norns, aren’t you the most adorable?

“I don’t think you believe me.” He stands up, pretending to be offended by your silence.

“No!” you cry . “I mean- I do believe you! It’s just- I was surprised, I didn’t think-”

“Didn’t think what? A prince would just be out in the woods for no reason?” He laughs, leaning down to you. Before you can respond, he chuckles again. “That’s alright,” he steps back, “you just need a little… evidence.”

Loki closes his eyes, and lets himself shift into his true form: blue skin, dark green patterns across his biceps. He hears the tiniest gasp of amazement from you as the magic also heals his wounds and cuts (and hopes that he’ll hear more of those cute noises very soon).

When he’s done transforming, he opens his eyes and stares down at you.

Dear Norns.

He knew he was already taller than you in human form, but this was just delightful. You’re much tinier than him, staring up at his stature with those wide doe eyes of yours.

“You are-” you blink a few times in shock. “You are the Jotun prince.”

He smiles even wider. “That’s right.”

“And… I… just saved the Jotun prince.”

He starts laughing, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Clever girl.” He knows he’s downright cruel, teasing you just because you’re so cute. “And do you want anything in return for ‘saving the Jotun prince’?”

“Well, I don’t know-”

Loki walks closer to you, and stands between your legs as he drops his cloak to the floor and leans down, drawling his next words very slowly.

“You deserve something… special. Something downright… pleasurable as a reward for saving my life. Something that you’ll remember for the rest of yours.”

He chuckles darkly when your breath hitches in realization.

He wants to make love to you.

“What?”

He pushes you down on the bed, trapping you in with his large body as he takes your wrists in one of his hands.

“You’ll feel undeniable bliss. I’ll take you over and over and over again until I’m sure you’re truly satisfied, because you’re such a sweet little angel saving my life and cleaning me up and looking so fuckable.”

You mewl, no doubt keening from his dirty words. He cups your chin.

“All you have to do is say yes. You don’t even have to do anything~”

His thumb brushes over your quivering lips, and push into your mouth. Loki grins as you look up at him, nodding slowly.

“Use your words, angel,” he teases, pulling his thumb away from your mouth.

It takes you a few moments to catch your breath. “Okay…”

He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to say please, please fuck me so he could flip you over like you weighed nothing and take you over and over again like you’d asked but the way you whimpered withered away the last of his patience.

He had to make you his.

Loki captured you into a passionate kiss, muffling every last sound your pretty lips made so that only he could hear. He pulled away only to push you down on the sheets again, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you twitch in his hold, unable to comprehend how dizzy you are from just a kiss.

The two of you pull away for air as his dark green irises watches your eyes glaze over with submission. He grins, unbuttoning his white button-up and tosses it elsewhere.

He grins as you stare at his chest. Your tiny hands reach for him, tracing over the markings and patterns.

Loki hisses, taking your hands in one of his. You whimper as he stares down at you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Did that hurt?”

“No, no.” His voice softens as he leans in, kissing your nose gently, his other hand pushing your dress up your thighs. He kisses your cheek, then presses his lips against your ear. You shiver at his ice-cold breath.

“It doesn’t, angel. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to resist flipping you over and pounding you into the sheets until you’re dripping with my cum and you can’t think.”

He pushes his knee against your crotch, making you squeak like a pathetic little mouse. Loki grins.

“I will be doing that, mind you,” he teases. “But I simply have to get a taste of your pretty juices first~”

Your skirt bunches up against your twitching hips as Loki stares down at your dripping cunt.

“Oh," Loki chuckles. “You're already wet for me, angel, isn't that adorable~?"

You mewl, bashfully covering your face as he grins at your embarrassment.

“Stop teasing..."

Loki shakes his head, pouting in mockery. “Only if you stop being so cute when you're flustered. But until then…”

He places his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he lowers his face to your mound.

“... I'll enjoy fucking you until you submit to me.”

Your eyes widen as he licks your folds very slowly, and you whine shakily.

“Prince Loki..."

Loki grins, kissing your pretty cunt wetly and pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. And your helpless whimper of pleasure as he devours your pretty pussy whole is the cutest and most captivating noise he's ever heard.

He draws it out of you again, and again, and again, drinking every bit of your slick, even if poor little you are just getting wetter and wetter.

You're panting now, and Loki is equally as short of breath, only ever breaking away from you to watch your pretty face scrunch up so cutely. Loki licks his lips, nibbling on your thighs and making you squeak and tremble in his icy grip.

“You're such an adorable little angel," Loki grumbles. "Makes me want to eat you up like a little mouse, hmm?”

He holds you down firmly as your moans tickle his ears. The way your little hole squeezes around nothing is just so cute, he just has to stuff you full after he makes you come far too many times than you can handle.

“Aww,” Loki chuckles as you whimper breathily, thighs thumping helplessly against the bed. “Little angel can’t take it anymore?”

He brushes a blue finger against your dripping folds, sinking into your hole for the millionth time making you squeak and sob in sensitivity.

“P-Please…” you mumble, glazed eyes pleading for a moment of rest.

He sighs, forgetting you’re just a pure little thing having her first time, and gently scoops you into his arms to press a few kisses to your cheek and whispering your name.

“Have I thanked you enough already~?” He teases, and you nod, nuzzling into his hold though you shiver lightly.

Loki’s heart skips a beat. He feels you cling to him tighter and he feels your little ass grinding against his cock.

“Well,” he muses, “I believe my kingdom will be overjoyed to find that an angel like yourself saved their prince, hmm?”

“Huh?” you ask, still pleasure-drunk as you settle into his lap, as if you perfectly fit in his hold.

“I said,” Loki chuckles his icy breath tickling your face, “My kingdom would be overjoyed to find a pretty thing like you saved the royal prince, wouldn't they?"

“Mhm..."

“And they'll throw a week-long celebration...” he continues, trailing kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. “All for you~”

“R-Really?” you gasp as he begins sucking on your skin, sure to leave marks after. “A whole week? That's too much-!”

Loki laughs against your shoulder, holding your hips down so he can feel your hips grind against his cock. “Nothing is too much for a perfect little angel like you~"

Loki licks the bite mark he's so carefully placed on your skin, then looks up at your glazed eyes and twitching pout.

“Would you like to come back with me to the palace?"

The look of confusion and bashfulness across your face makes his cock twitch against your bare folds.

“Me?! With you?!"

“Do you abhor the idea of that?”

He knows he's being mean and he knows you don't hate the idea, but Loki just can't resist seeing you so embarrassed and stuttering to apologize.

“No! I didn't mean that! I was just surprised-"

Loki shakes his head with a little chuckle, and brings you closer to his face to kiss the crease between your eyebrows.

“I know, I know. I was just teasing."

“Don't be mean like that!”

Loki laughs darkly when you cross your arms.

In a flash, he’s got you on your hands and knees before your pretty head can even figure out what’s going on.

“And if I do, what are you going to do about it?”

You shiver at the dark growl in his voice.

You're so far deep in this haze all you can see is blue.

“Your highness-!”

Loki presses your chest against the bed, leaving your pretty ass on display, purely his for the taking.

“You’re just a little mouse that can’t hurt anything, hmm? Just so innocent, and weak, and ready to be ravished.”

A cold, thick finger traces your wet folds, and you whimper, burying your face in the sheets as he tickles your hole until you’re shaking with need.

“Maybe I’ll take you back home with me… and make you my wife.”

Loki shoves his finger all the way in, knocking the wind out of you because you swear you can feel him in your tummy.

“Your- Your wife?” You ask, voice higher and breathier.

“Yes~” he mocks your airy voice. “My pretty wife, who won’t have to get her pretty hands dirty ever again, who I’ll take care of, and protect, and fuck every single night.”

Loki curls his finger, reaching that sensitive little part in your cunt that effectively leaves you a mumbling, drooling mess on him.

When he’s gotten you wet enough, he draws his finger back (to his cute little angel’s momentary dismay) and forces your thighs apart with his body, the head of his cock twitching against your folds.

Loki will forever remember the gasp you let out when you feel just how big he is.

“Do you want to be fully mine? Do you want me to fuck this little hole of yours with my cock until you’re screaming for me?”

You whine at his dirty words, slurring something that sounds like a yeah, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Really?” he chuckles, fingering your little hole one more time to slicken your folds. “Do you think I’ll fit~?”

And with the dirty wet noises that tickle his ears as he sinks all the way in he gets his reply.

“Oh?” Amused, he runs an icy finger up and down your bare back. “She can take it, after all. What a good girl~”

Loki barely gets the praise out before the prettiest whimpers fall out of your mouth like sweet honey, your poor cunt clenching down on him as your voice gets higher and breathier by the minute.

“Please-” you hiccup, turning to look at him with those pretty teary eyes.

His vermillion eyes stare you down cruelly as he grinds his hips down into your ass, making your head fall onto the sheets as you slur out a moan.

His cock feels so heavy inside you and by the way he laughs quietly you know he knows just how big he is compared to you.

And the way he pins you down harder lets you know he loves it.

“Oh, you just feel so good around my cock,” Loki groans, pulling back and thrusting into your leaking little pussy.

Poor you, already sensitive beyond imagination as this handsome blue prince ruins any other man for you with the way his cock stretches you out better than anyone ever will.

Not that anyone else will get the chance to. Loki’s decided it: he will take you home to the palace and make you his wife, and everyone will bow before their new princess.

Loki can't resist you any longer. He beats your poor cunt like the beast he is until you're whimpering and bucking against him helplessly.

“Feels... weird..." you shudder and gasp, tears leaking from your eyes as he sinks deeper into you, his huge cock hitting all the good spots inside you as your pleasure takes over your senses.

“Oh, is she close? Is this perfect little cunt going to come all over me?”

Loki's dirty words make you whimper and nod dumbly.

“Yeah," you sob.

Loki laughs at how blissed out his little saviour is and stops,pulling out slowly and groaning when he hears the sinful squelching as your juices drip onto the sheets. He turns you on your back, pinning your wrists to your sides, and captures your lips in his as he sinks into you once more.

“I missed these pretty lips," he smirks into the kiss, taking you for himself.

“Y-You just kissed me a few minutes ago..." You sigh dazedly, though you love the attention he's giving you.

“Still can't get enough of you. You're just so sweet~" Loki licks your lips, thrusting harder and making you squeak and link your fingers through his.

“Say my name."

“Loki...”

“Gods," he throws his head back, almost moaning at how submissive you sound. “Surrender to me, darling."

His hands snake down to the back of your thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest, quickening his pace.

Your eyes scrunch up as you nearly scream in pleasure, wriggling away as if you could escape from him.

“Surrender to me, angel~" he grins, kissing your neck and marking you up. “A pretty angel like you deserves to be pampered like this every day. Imagine that? You'll never have to lift a finger, I'll do all the work, I'll do all the fucking.”

Loki accentuates that last word with a hard thrust into your hole, making your eyes blur over with tears as you mewl helplessly in the Jotun prince’s tight grip.

“Awh, don't cry," he teases, kissing your nose when he gets a sinfully great idea.

He stops his movements, making sure he's buried all the way inside you before he flattens his tongue against your soaked cheek and licks your tears away.

You gasp, stunned for a moment before you keen and twitch helplessly, whining loudly as he does the same to your other cheek.

And your poor little cunt just clenches down again.

Loki growls, his primal instincts taking over because you're his ideal mate and you're nothing like he's ever seen. The sounds in the room get filthier and filthier as he loses control and rams into your poor hole.

“What do you say, angel?" Loki asks, letting go of your wrist before his hand makes its way down to your clit, rubbing the little bud and making you scream and tremble in his arms. “Be my- fuck- be my bride? Be my pretty little princess?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut.

“Are you close?"

“Mhm..."

“Cute little mouse," he chuckles, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck as he rubs your clit. “Let go for me now, angel."

It’s a sight from heaven as you orgasm all over him, soaking his cock with your juices and helplessly thumping your thighs against the bed because Loki won't stop thrusting in and out of you.

Loki growls, pinning you to the bed. He stills, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up. It makes you feel even more full than you already do and it makes you dizzy with even more pleasure.

It becomes too much for your melting brain to handle when he pushes deeper into you and you gasp, attempting to kick him away.

A firm, cold hand grabs your ankle and spreads you wider, and you whine shyly when he grins at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Stay with me, darling," Loki teases, gripping your hips possessively and holding you still on his cock so he can finish filling you up.

It feels like hours before he breathes again, but it's only been seconds for him, already wanting another round with you.

But the prince resists, setting your sore legs down slowly and carefully sliding out of your cunt.

You sigh in exhaustion, but your breaths falters in embarrassment when you feel just how much he pumped into you, dripping out of your twitching folds and onto the bed.

A tiny drop even lands on your ass and Loki chuckles at your wide eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips and whisper a dirty promise that he'll fuck you down there too next time.

“Next time?” you ask, lips parting.

“Yes," he teases. " I've decided it, you're never leaving my side, my guardian angel~”

And he scoops you into his side, letting you rest before he has a few more rounds with your pretty hole— then he'll take you back home to the palace and convince you to stay. He'll show you the library. He'll let you lose yourself in the royal gardens all day if you wish! As long as you return to his chambers each night and let him please you the way you deserve to be.

But he's fallen for you already and the whole kingdom will burn in a blaze of sapphire dust if anything or anyone ever keeps him away from you.

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

Does His Royal Majesty spend much time with Tifa or Aerith? Do they trade boxing/gardening tips? Does he make them biscuits for free or is there a toll? <3

All hail!

Ah, yes, Zack's friends! Tiny Cloud dragon loves Zack's friends. He gets to see them regularly and enjoys their company. Tifa and Aerith are the only two people Zack trusts his babey with when he has to go do SOLDIER stuff, and there is no one to take care of him while he is gone.

Tifa dotes on Tiny Cloud dragon, and always has little treats for him. She teaches him a few martial arts moves (which he tries on Sephiroth's toes later). Tifa is a little jealous that he has a tail. That jab, jab, cross, spin kick to tail whip combo had been impressive! And the butt wiggle to pounce move had left her squealing. She takes him on supply runs for the bar and lets him pick the snacks and food options for the customers. And she let's him help at the bar. His job is to sit by the tip jar and look cute. He also doubles as a bouncer for rowdy customers. Bar fights don't happen often when a full sized dragon hisses an inch from your nose.

Aerith adores the tiny dragon and takes him to the market to pick out fabric for Angeal to sew him little outfits with. After shopping, it's off to a coffee shop for teats, and then to a book store. Aerith thinks it's a crying same that the tiny dragon can't read, so she takes it upon herself to teach him! He picks it up fast, and becomes a menace at home. Now he can read all the labels and knows which bags and containers have the good food and snackies inside. And he can read all the notes his subjects leave around the house. Thete will be no secrets in this house!

He makes sure to share the tea with Tifa and Aerith when they go on their coffee dates together.

[misseffect]

7 snippets, 7 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @otemporanerys!

Tagging a lot of people who have already been tagged: @diaphanouso @helila @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @angry-jager @dwarrowdams @serendipitys-teapot

All of these are from my Mass Effect F1 AU: Flashpoints

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Singapore Shower

One moment Garrus is holding her by the arms, water rolling over his shoulders – there's a knotted look on his face; his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out, which is weird – and the next she's lying on her back on the shower room floor.

"Shepard? Hey – c'mon."

Garrus is kneeling beside her, pinching her arm gently, holding her legs in the air with his shoulder. She feels heavy, like her bones are full of syrup, and the thumping behind her eyes is keeping time with the fuzz crowding her vision.

"Shit."

"It's alright." He sounds further away than he should, and so does the water still beating down on his back. "You passed out for a second, that's all."

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Shepard Does An AMA

probinguranus6969 - Would you rather fight 20 duck-sized Jokers or 1 Joker-sized duck?

janeshepard54 - I know your reddit handle joker

probinguranus6969 - damn it

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FaceTime Antics

She fishes another biscuit out of the packet while Garrus props his phone up on the side and heaves his suitcase onto the bed. It’s a nice enough room from what little she can see: old-fashioned, like the rest of the place, but in a plush, cared-for sort of way.

“Oh, by the way–” Crunch. “–you don’t happen to know how the dark web works, do you?”

He unzips the case and flips the lid. “Not really. Why?”

“I got called up for drug testing at Paul Ricard and my sample went missing,” she says, chewing glumly. “Joker’s winding me up about it; thinks someone’s selling vials of my piss on the black market.”

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Normal Thoughts To Have About Your Bestie's Car

The second he starts to ask the car for more, everything changes. 

It feels familiar – in fundamentals, sure, in throttle and steering output – but there’s something else, too. It’s more pliable than the Hierarchy car, more predictable than anything Omega or Archangel could give him; it's unlike anything he’s even driven, but somehow he knows it. Like catching a familiar smell in a place you've never visited.

And then it hits him.

It's not the car. It's her.

He knows Shepard's driving style almost as well as his own – reactive and twitchy, nose-heavy, late-braking, all faith and guts – and this thing lives and breathes it. It takes everything he's got to give, the good and the bad, and amplifies it tenfold. It grins and says c’mon, I dare you.

It’s not just a car designed with her in mind. It’s like wearing her clothes.

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Not To Be Dramatic But I Would Die For Mr Blobby

Shepard rounds the corner into the kitchen to find Mr Blobby loitering by the back door like a pair of cow-coloured slippers.

“He’s in a time-out," Hannah calls through the open window, paintbrush in hand.

“Aww, Blob.”

Mr Blobby makes a mournful rrrr sound. There’s a dab of brown paint on the end of his tail.

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Shepard Has PTSD Probably

It's not a nightmare really. Sure, it wakes her up every few hours, sweaty and unrested, and when she closes her eyes again, it drops her right back where she left off, but it's not scary. She's not being hunted or chased. She's not standing at the front of class with no clothes on. Nobody's dying.

Shepard's driving a road car on suburban streets - shifting, nebulous streets; faintly European but also faintly not - and somewhere in the distance, there's a fire.

There's a fire and she has to reach it.

She can see a column of black smoke in the distance, catch the odd lick of orange between buildings, but every turn she takes feels wrong and by the time she doubles back, the smoke isn't where she thought it was. It's in her rearview mirror, or out to her left when it was on her right. Sometimes a fire engine blasts past her in the opposite direction, the wailing siren fading before she can follow.

+++

Everybody Hates Conrad

Mathematically Shepard could win the Championship as early as Japan, five races before the end of the season, and it shows. Media seems to come naturally to her in a way it never has to him, but still; he’s never seen her so relaxed this early in the year. Al’Jilani can’t draw her in with pointed questions about Anderson giving her an easy ride and she doesn’t even bother taking a bite out of Conrad Verner.

“Any comment on rekindling your relationship with Thane Krios?” he asks, his big square face expectant.

Shepard scratches under her chin. “Why am I always the last person to find out who I’m dating?”

There’s a ripple of laughter. Emily is checking her watch and people are starting to shuffle their belongings around.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Conrad calls, but by then there’s enough ambient noise for everyone to plausibly ignore him.

[desertdollranch]

When American Girl first announced their partnership with Jeni’s Ice Cream to make some cute playsets and products, I had never heard of Jeni’s. I assumed that it was a brand that was local to the Wisconsin area, where AG’s headquarters are located.

I was so enchanted by these cute things that I wanted to reproduce some of the products for my own dolls, without spending very much. So I dug in a little deeper on reading about Jeni’s. It turns out I was mostly wrong about them. Jeni’s Ice Cream does have shops in large cities across the United States (none in my state), but you can also buy it in pints at Whole Foods Market! I don’t recall AG ever actually mentioning that. Maybe assume that all their customers are upper-class and are familiar already with where to obtain premium and luxury brands? 

If you haven’t checked out their full line of product collaborations, go look now. There’s an ice cream truck, an outfit, a waffle cone maker, a cafe table, and some itty bitty bowls of ice cream that are scented. All of it is super cute, but in typical AG fashion, quite expensive.

I swung by Whole Foods the last time I went into the city, and Grace (my little foodie friend) and I gave it a try. There are around a dozen varieties and a few are even dairy free. It was hard to choose which ones to get. Since it’s begun to feel like summer, I picked out Sweet Cream Biscuits & Peach Jam, and Wildberry Lavender. Both remind me of Grace’s collection: sweet, summery, and pastel-colored. 

Grace and I agree.... the peach was excellent, but the lavender was outstanding. It does indeed taste as expensive as it is, at around $8 a pint, so it’s not something we’ll have more than once or twice a year. 

Grace wasn’t too happy about being told that this won’t be a weekly treat. So she got the idea to make and serve ice cream in her and her family’s pastry shop, La Grande Patisserie! 

I was happy to help her out. 

For the first step, we tracked down some doll-sized ice cream containers. 

I didn’t have to go to Whole Foods Market to find these. They were in my local grocery store. Perfectly small, and proportional to 18 inch dolls! From the left they are Häagen-Dazs chocolate, Häagen-Dazs coffee, and Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough. We got 4 total containers of cookie dough, so that I could try out a half dozen different methods of making the doll ice cream.

After Grace and I emptied the containers over the course of about a week, I used air-dry clay to reproduce the ice cream in a non-perishable form. 

Chocolate and coffee are in the middle, while the outer four corners are cookie dough flavor. 

Most of the time I shape my objects before I paint them, but in this case I mixed acrylic paint with the clay, using varying amounts of paint. Then while it was still soft, I dragged a small serrated knife across the clay to give it the right texture. 

Now to create the scoops.

I found these clear plastic bowls at Dollar Tree. Also perfectly doll-sized. 

And here are the scoops! I formed small clay spheres and then roughed up the surface with the same knife. Then I used a toothpick to dot on the chocolate chips.

Grace gave it two spoons up. 

These were a practice run. Next, we’re going to figure out how to make Jeni’s ice cream, specifically, and the containers, so we have more colors and flavors to work with. Grace wants to send some of these first drafts to my mom’s dolls, and maybe we’ll even sell the ones that turned out the best. 

We also intend to come up with an easy, efficient way to make plastic spoons, and then we’ll come back to this post for part 2!

[catchyhuh]

candles. just. candles

don’t you love the unimportant questions i ask myself at 2 am about jigen daisuke. how DOES he feel about wax melts vs traditional wick candles. how DOES he feel. i will be getting more indepth about this than anyone has a right to

lupin:

oh baby

the only guy who unironically would love a candle as a present. you picked out a smell?? you picked out a smell you thought he would like and slash or made you think of him? a scent? something so difficult to pinpoint and describe? wait you paid how much for this? i don’t. well. i dunno if it’s… thirty dollars touching but it IS TOUCHING!

candles in ALL shapes and sizes. who give a shit. he’s half french and frenchies love that faux romantic shit like nobody else. fujiko enters the building, smells Wild Rose & Suede and just walks right back outside with no change in facial expression

when he was a kid he really really liked wax melts because it was fun to watch them slowly . melt. as wax melts do BUT he saw the candle wax stamp shit and suddenly he’s all about calling cards. suddenly grandpa doesn’t need to teach him shit about the importance and fun of calling cards he’s just ALL about calling cards and still is to THIS DAY

jigen:

well. this may shock you. but jigen is picky.

really his preference would be no candles i imagine but his sense of smell is already kinda busted anyhow so if you lit one two rooms over. he probably wouldnt notice! but if he IS noticing it’s best to go with some basic, almost unnoticeable thing. like. linen. or whatever (although being fair i do love a good linen)

the only candles he really has an opinion on are birthday candles. gotta have birthday candles. just for the comedy of sticking a candle in someone’s egg and ham biscuit at 6:14 in the morning 

but i have an answer for that initial question: wick truther. no matter how many times he hasn’t been paying full attention and has accidentally singed himself with the lighter. can’t spell wick without w

fujiko:

iiiii take it back fujiko could also be charmed by a candle gift. provided the gift giver a. also included a tiffany hairband or something or b. was somebody actually sincere that she really does like to some extent. who wasn’t rich. and couldn’t afford the tiffany hairband to go with the candle

like i said with perfumes and even her hair in canon and a million other things she doesn’t let herself get locked on the same thing for very long, but i can see her having one specific scent she really enjoys and maybe getting two or three. i almost typed buying. can you imagine. i almost typed fucking “fujiko mine might BUY some candles.” i really am tired

don’t underestimate the power of a good candle that shit can help you sleep for a week, calm you down from the worst day of your life, just make you appreciate the world for 5 minutes or even keep you uncomfortably awake for as long as you need. scent psychology. she looked into it when making those sleeping gas perfume bottles

probably saving one really nice candle for some event on the horizon like “we got the thing!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳” or “we didn’t die!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳” 

goemon:

okay goemon is like. whatever about candles themselves. they smell nice. that’s kind of the opinion most people have because who… has an opinion on candles? but you know what he REALLY has an opinion on. candle HOLDERS.

he sees those little silhouettes carved out of the world’s cheapest nonflammable materials with the big dish at the bottom to catch excess wax and he’s like what an ART FORM. what an underappreciated necessity and ART FORM

so he gets a bit internally disappointed when lupin brings home some shit in glass. which is 70% of the market as of 1995. sorry goemon

also really enjoys those candles with the hollowed out center so they light up the non-melting wax on the outside. if anybody knows what those are. i saw them at a craft fair once! they had a zelda one.

just generally assume any novelty candle is his shit. i mean it’s… carving. you know he loves that stuff. and destroying the work by letting it melt is probably some metaphor he’d love and brood over for like an hour too it’s GREAT for him!

zenigata:

… candles? like. vague gesture here. candles? who has an opinion on candles? why would anybody care that much about… candles?? (quote from a grown man who gets giggly when he sees a teeny tiny bland vanilla scented candle in a hotel room)

zenigata has strong opinions on fucking cherry tomatoes vs sliced tomatoes in his salad with a trillion other ingredients in it. of COURSE he has some indecipherable passion about some nothing shit like candles

very much a candle warmer dude. sometimes the wick burns out before the candle is finished and now you’ve got a busted candle! for that matter the flame could be a FIRE HAZARD, if you aren’t paying attention. plus it keeps all the heat condensed into one spot (philosophy of a grown man who certainly didn’t get burnt six times trying to light the same candle one time)

unfortunately the longer i think about it the more everything about a candle seems like a bad idea for him. wax gets everywhere, the fire, the glass, smells really good but he immediately gets used to the smell and forgets to turn it off later, REALLY, THIS ISN’T A GOOD THING FOR HIM!

[httpscomexe]

Gods and Their Necklaces 2

Summary: Giving in.

(Find what I'm currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Thor (Post Ragnarok) x Reader

Warnings: Language, size difference, pet names, light fingering, implied forced marriage. (There will be individual warnings per chapter)

Word Count: 2963 (Find all chapters here) (Chapter 3)

I can’t take it anymore.

You thought to yourself, sitting on the edge of your royal bed with your elbows on your knees and your forearms crossed as you stared at the nothingness on the wall in front of you.

Since Thor has been in your life, everything has been torturous. You can barely leave the castle, you have no choice on what you wear, you’re not able to make simple decisions anymore. Last week you tried asking some of the castle maids for some lemon biscuits only for Thor to request ‘apple crisp cookies,’ then your order didn’t matter at all, and was completely forgotten about.

But just when you thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse…

“Good morning my fawn.” You internally groan as you hear his voice in your room and your face immediately falls into your hands.

“Good morning.” You pause, a long exaggerated sigh leaves your lips. “Thor.”

“I’ve chosen a nice dress for you today, I thought it was be nice to go to the market, maybe purchase a few trinkets before I show you my home when the barrier is finished.” He approaches your bed and when his heavy footsteps are right next to you, you uncover your face to see his hand outstretched with some lavender milk tea in a royal glass cup. The only good thing he’s done for you is make tea…

“Thank you.” You grumble, taking the cold tea and sipping from it.

“Of course, so the market?”

“Depends. The dress?”

“Well I’ve made sure to choose one that is to your preferences. Not so flowy, doesn’t attract too much attention, and it's short since it’s hot out.” When you turn your head to look at him. He has this stupid smile on his face like he’s begging for your approval, which he is. Then your eyes drift to his, there isn’t a hint of anything but happiness in them and sometimes it makes you think that your impending doom might not be that bad. He cares for you, he makes you feel safe, and he makes the best tea. And that smile?

No.

You hate him, he’s practically buying you by scaring people (Or aliens) out of your realm.

“Would you like to see it or would you rather sit in bed all day and stare at me.” Shit.

“Sorry! I’m sorry.” You could feel your face heat up when you realise you’ve started a staring contest. “Yes I’d love to see the dress.” Another stupid smile came up on his lips and yet another contest was about to start, but your saviours came into the room with your new little summer dress. No. Dresses?

“I thought you’d like to choose the colour as well.” He grunts a little as he stands, pushing himself up with his hands on his thighs as he stands near the three maids who were working on lying out the dresses, all three with the same exact design, only a different colour. One was lavender, one was a pastel sort of pink, and the last one was a beautiful sky blue.

“No red this time..?” you questioned as your eyes darted between the three dresses. Normally if he let you choose anything through colours, there would be three different shades of red, not three completely different colours.

“You said you weren’t fond of the colour red.”

I’d be fond of it if it wasn’t your capes entire mood.

“Well thank you.” You say awkwardly, standing up from the bed with your drink still cupped in your hands.

All three dresses were short. You don’t expect them to pass your knee, and they’d barely reach the half point on your thighs. One thing is for sure, if you dropped something you’d be giving everyone a show. As if the thighs weren't enough skin, each of them were also off shoulder and they had a simple, barely noticeable flower design in the fabric.

“They’re beautiful, I can’t choose.” You say finally.

“Maybe I can suggest my favourite?” As you nod, he walks to the maid in the middle who was holding the blue one, vibrancy would be your thing today. “That’s all we’ll need help with here ladies, thank you for bringing the dresses.” He gives the maids a charming smile before they leave the room, leaving behind the blue dress, a cute blue tiara, and… Sneakers? That’s not royal, not at all.

Apparently he could see the confusion all over your face. “I uh…” He grabbed the sneakers which had white socks tucked inside of them and he placed them on the bed. “I thought you’d want to be comfortable while walking in the market today.”

You bitch? No that’s sweet, why am I getting mad?

“Thank you.” Thank you? “That’s actually very considerate of you, thank you Thor.” That's better. Why am I freaking out? Oh yea. He told my maids who dress me everyday out of my room.

“Well now then, don’t be shy.” He approaches you, gently brushing some of your messy hair behind your ear. Fucking butterflies. “Find me your brush, I’d like to do your hair as well.” Oh fuck my life. Without a word, you cautiously step towards your bathroom which is connected to your room, and you find your pink hairbrush, then you walk back into your room and hand it to him as he asked.

“Can’t my-” Your voice cracks, and you force yourself to clear your throat. “Can’t my maids dress me.”

“Oh of course they can, little fawn.” He grabs your chair which was at your makeup table, and he pulls it out, swaying his hand to tell you to take a seat, which you do. “How about a simple ponytail, or just a messy bun?” He asks, starting to grab sections of your thick hair, brushing through it gently so he’s careful not to pull it.

“Just a ponytail should do I suppose.” You fight to keep your voice even, not wanting to be rude.

“Ponytail it is darling.” He repeats, continuing to gently brush tangles out of your hair and then he takes a blue hair tie to match your dress as he gently pulls your hair into a high ponytail, leaving two small strands of bangs in your face. Fuck you mom. 

As his hands skillfully brought your hair into the ponytail, his fingers gently brushed against the back of your neck and you couldn’t help but feel lightheaded. “There we are.” He places his hands on your shoulders and you look at eachother in the mirror for a moment. “I can’t wait to make you mine…” He leans down, whispering in your ear, then he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, causing your lips to involuntarily part, and you could just feel him smirking against your skin before he pulls back and grabs your dress. “Come on, let’s get you out of those night clothes, and into this dress.” He gently sets the dress on the bed and helps you stand before grabbing the end of your cropped night shirt and pulling it over your head without warning.

“Thor-!” You quickly bring your arms around your chest, you normally don’t wear a bra at night since it’s uncomfortable, and now you were worried about him removing your shorts which had no damned panties under them.

“What? Get used to it, I’ll be seeing a lot more in about a week.” He then grabs hold of your the band on your shorts and is about to pull them down, but you quickly bring one of your arms down to hold them up.

“Thor!” You repeat, and he simply laughs at you.

“You should see your face right now, I wouldn’t have to choose a red dress if your face was like that all the time.”

“My face wouldn’t be red if you’d respect my boundaries.”

“You wouldn’t have to have boundaries if you’d accept your future.”

“You wouldn’t be in my future if my father had boundaries, what is with you two and disrespecting them.”

“How about we move past this and you let me dress you? Please move your hands now, fawn.”

“Make me.” Oh shit. “Wait!” The hand that was only still holding your shorts up shoots up to his chest as he quickly steps closer to you and you plastered on a sweet smile and you chuckle a little.

“Let me take them off, and move your hands.” He demands, leaving no room for argument.

“Fine.” You say reluctantly, moving your hands away from your chest, leaving you exposed to his suddenly hungry eyes.

“That’s my girl.” He says softly, his large hands hover over your waist, and your entire body shivers. “Stay still.” His hands now move to your shorts, pulling them down slowly as if to tease you as his body is almost flush against yours, any closer and you two would merge together. “No bra… No panties…” He whispers in your ear, his rough voice causing your eyes to roll a little. “Such a naughty princess…” Theres a growl in his throat, and you know its taking all of him to hold back his own emotions, all of him to not fuck you against the cold wall that was already touching your back, but you never expected a whole new wave of feelings to wash through you as he actually removes your shorts, dropping them to the ground and he helps you step out of them before throwing them to the side, and you’re relieved when his eyes weren’t eating in your appearance and he instead helped you get into your dress. “How does that fit so far?” He mumbles.

“Fine.” your voice is small, and you choke a little on your words.

“Turn around my love.” He steps back, making a circular motion with his finger, and you obediently turn around, allowing him to tie the lace on the back of the dress.

“Sh- Thor…” You say quietly as his hands fall onto your waist and he pulls your back against his front, you ass cushioning his hard erection which you could feel through his pants.

“Yes my fawn, is there a problem?” He taunts, his hands making their way under your dress and up your thighs, and when you look up from his wandering hands, his eyes look back at you through the mirror. “Your skin is so soft…” He whispers into your ear, and you groan a little, but really it was a cover for the moan that would’ve escaped your lips from his hand making its way between your thighs. “You smell so sweet…” He leans down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “If you’d like… we could always pass on the market.” He offers, his index fingers now tracing its way up to where your body needed him most, and he knows you want it when your jaw goes slack and mouth opens just slightly. “We could see just how sweet you really are.” He finished, pressing kisses to your neck, causing you to whimper a little, and that’s all he would get.

“I actually wanted to show you something at the market now that you mention it.” you keep your voice even, and his little hand show freezes.

“If you insist.” He looks into your eyes through the mirror, and you could see the impatience in his own eyes. “Eventually though…” He whispers in your ear again, and the tips of his fingers trace a line from your lower stomach to your sternum, the little blue dress falling back over your skin and covering you again as his hand gets higher.

“Well.” He suddenly says loudly, “Let’s get going then.” You reach into your drawer as he makes his way to your door. “Oh you won’t be needing those.” He gently stops your hand. “Not until I’m leaking between your thighs and we need them to keep from a mess.”

You’re absolutely done. Frozen in place. Teeth clenched shut tight and you physically can’t move.

“Unless you’d like to change that really quick, then maybe I’ll consider letting you wear them.” He closes the drawer and you cross your arms back over your chest. “No? That’s too bad.” He smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Then let's get going darling.” He takes your hand and pulls you forward before placing his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of your room.

“Thor!”

“Good morning sir Odinson!”

“Good morning Thor!”

“Good day today isn’t it Thor!”

Thor, Thor, Thor, Thor, Thor. If I hear his name one more goddamn time today.

“How’s it going Thor?”

“Wonderful Mr. Winters, and yourself?” You were starting to believe you were the only one who hated having Thor in your realm.

“I’m doing absolutely splendid myself sir, would you two like a cookie or biscuit? My pleasure.” Mr. Winters, the baker in the realm that everyone goes to, and he provides to everyone as well. He’s frail, and he’s friendly, his white hair has done him no justice but he’s gotten tired of dying it, now only colouring it on certain occasions.

“Oh we’d love one of each, a cookie for this lovely lady and a biscuit for myself.” Oh so now you like biscuits?

“Of course.” He opens the little basket full of treats and he hands you a snickerdoodle cookie, your favourite, and he hands Thor a vanilla biscuit, Mr. Winter's favourite which quickly became Thor's favourite.

“Thank you, we appreciate it, don’t we princess Y/N?” He nudges you a little.

“Of course, thank you Mr. Winters, it’s exactly what I’ve needed.” You smile sweetly, taking a small bite out of the cookie as the two men speak for a minute and then wish each other a good day, followed by his large hand snaking its way around your waist, and for some dumbass reason, you lean against him as you walk, which only made him hold you closer throughout the entire walk through the market.

“Look at that.” He says as you reach your room again. “We’ve just enough time to relax together before the rooms close.” He sets a small bag of things from the market on your table and then he faces you again, stepping towards you to cup your small face in his large hands. “What shall we do then?” And more fucking butterflies. This dude is no God of Thunder, clearly he’s got magic for women. No matter how much you hate him, you can’t find the strength to hate his touch. Maybe I don’t hate him.  You think as you take a single step closer to him, causing a smirk to appear on his lips. “Just let me make you feel good Fawn… you could always pay me back later.” He gently takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, then forces you to look up at him. “I know you want me to touch you.” He mumbles, his fingers tracing your jawline, moving down to the pulse on your neck, your collar bone, down the centre of your chest, then back up to your neck.

“No.” Is all that comes from your mouth, and you see his chest huff a little as he laughs at your quick response.

“No?” He repeats, stepping closer, your bodies once again, almost flush against each other. “My, my, are you stubborn…” He chuckles a little again, his eyes lightening up and you feel his large palms trailing up your sides, lifting your dress over your hips, then his hands reach behind you, removing the lace from your dress. “Stop me then.” He threatens, whispering in your ear as he removes the dress, and you try to back away but he just holds you to the wall, completely exposed.

“Thor…” You say calmly, hoping he would simply stop, but he’s not a simple man and you knew that.

“Just stay quiet, and let us both enjoy this.”

“Thor…” Your voice gets more high pitched as he takes the back of one of your knees and he lifts it to his waist, the cool air making you wince as it waves over your heat.

“Shhh…” He holds your leg up, and his other hand finds its way between your bodies as he lifts you slightly, your toes barely touching the ground.

“Thor let go of me.” Your voice cracks and your hands shoot up to his chest, trying to push him away but he doesn’t budge.

“Make me…” He growls as his finger finds your clit and he wastes no time in putting his work into it. Not even seconds later, his middle finger was reaching further, and as you feel his finger enter your tight heat, a broken moan escapes your lip. “Fuck…” He groans. “You’re so fucking tight fawn… Can barely take a finger…” He taunts as he starts to slowly thrust his finger inside of you, the side of his thumb and his palm roughly moving against your clit as he draws elicit moans and whimpers from your throat. “But I suppose since you don’t want it…” You fuck. He slowly draws his hand away from your entrance. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until you're mine, won’t you?” He smiles and you want to smack that damn look off his face. What am I thinking? I want nothing to do with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my little fawn, sleep well.” He leans forward, letting your leg go down, and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then he turns around and leaves your room, leaving you standing there, frozen, not able to move.

I don’t think this could possibly get any worse, could it?

[henswilsons]

omg mia ok this was from ages ago but i was the person who was trying to find biscuit tea and all the other ones u were discussing but i couldn't find it in my country -- i still haven't found any BUT i managed to snag tickets to one of taylor's london shows next year so i will be uk bound in a year from now?!?!?!??! and u best believe i will be bringing an entire empty suitcase to fill up with all your tea (and other snack) recs!!! <3<3<3

omg!!!!!!!

ok firstly - CONGRATS ON SNAGGING TICKETS!! and thats so cool you're coming to london omg!!! my hometown 🤩 also you are the CUTEST i respect the dedication to hunting down biscuit tea. can confirm it SLAPS and with some oat milk and honey and/or sugar *chefs kiss*

also the can of worms u have opened with this question....oh anon

ok so absolute musts that i will put under the cut:

foodwise:

biscuit tea ofc, personally my favourite variety is the one you can get from tesco but aldi does a fairly excellent dupe as well

also get a pack of digestives and dunk one in. digestives are *chefs kiss*

also speaking of biscuits JAFFA CAKES ! if u are not a chocolate orange girlie then these may not be ur cup of tea however they are incredible and i have been known to hoover entire packs in one sitting (plus aldi has a jaffa cake tea which is also a+)

(also percy pigs. if u can snag a bag of percy pigs i highly recommend)

fish n chips if u are a meat/fish eater. dont go to a fancy restaurant for it, find a good chippie near u, that's where the best (and cheapest) fish and chips come from

also if u are a meat eater, u gotta do a full english breakfast. it hits even better if ur hungover but it truly is peak british excellence

pub lunch!! it is essentially a variety of (admittedly overpriced) fried foods but a pub lunch is like the quintessential british experience. especially with a good pint if u are a drinker. also i will say you will never be more than 100 feet from a pub so if in doubt duck into one of those

if u can, grab hold of scones (british scones i mean, the ones that americans call biscuits) with some clotted cream and strawberry jam. oooooomf its so good. also be warned there are some politics involved with whether you put jam or cream first so be prepared to swear into a bloodoath the first time u make one

places:

central london can be a lot but if ur around defo check out buckingham palace, it's so beautiful!! it's also right beside st james's park which is soo nice to sit and get an ice cream at (ps if you can make it for changing of the guard it's actually kinda cool! afaik it happens at around 11ish every monday thursday friday and saturday (but double check that) but its soo fun)

if u can avoid oxford street. its just so busy and crowded there and u will not have fun LOL

a personal recommendation is the huge waterstones in piccadilly, it is actually a dream there

kew gardens!! its a lil bit out the way but its sooo gorgeous there, it's a royal botanical garden and especially in the summer its so nice (plus if you're a ted lasso fan richmond is also super close by for that so you can pop down !).

if you can, try pop to the west end ! you can get tickets pretty reasonably cheap if youre okay with not incredible seats and there's always a bunch of super cool things playing.

natural history museum and also the science museum!!! do i need to say any more, theyre SO cool. and natural history has a life-size dinosaur model called dippi and she's my whole world

camden markets and borough markets are also super cool and u can always find some really funky things there. i got the cooolest pair of earrings and my sister is collecting borough market bowls like a mad woman (plus camden has a food market stall which is also v nice!!!)

im so sorry i feel like i honked at u like a tour guide but for a first-time uk visit these are all my top suggestions!!!!! i hope ur london trip goes SO well next year (and keep ur fingers crossed i can join u by snagging a uk ticket in the general sale next week 😩)

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi! I love your blog and was hoping to get a blind date set up if you're still doing them.

I'm a full time college student and a part time barista as well as an assistant speech and debate team coach on the side. I was on the team competitively until I graduated and returned to be an assistant coach when my younger brother joined the team. I used to work in childcare and am working on a degree to be a teacher, I'm very passionate about history and literature which is what I hope to teach.

I'm plus sized and kind of have a pastel goth aesthetic, lots of bright colors and makeup but in more gothic styles of that makes sense. I've got brown eyes and black hair, roughly 5'6 but I'm usually wearing boots so who knows anymore. I put a lot of effort into my appearance and self care. I'm the human embodiment of a guinea pig and a marshmallow; I'm soft and adorable but I'm loud and not afraid to call out things when I see them.

I've got four guinea pigs and a dog who are my entire world alongside my art and writing. Kids have always been drawn to me for years, it's not uncommon for me to go to the library or grocery store and have a little buddy appear asking me to help them find their adult or a good book.

I paint with acrylic mediums as well as henna and other body safe paint , I also write and read a ton in almost every genre and have a huge passion for theater and the arts as whole. My true love in life is glitter. No outfit is complete without glitter. My motto in life has been "Eat a cookie and be happy." I enjoy cooking, especially trying out new recipes but I cant say no to fresh fruit.

I look for humor in a partner, someone who can laugh at situations and not take things too seriously. I'm a huge advocate for solid boundaries and communication as well as respecting each other's independence. Someone who can reach the top shelf would be helpful though.

I think I know just the guy for you anon. Hope you like it!

Your date is...

✨Poe Dameron!✨

This guy... he's smooth and charming, but also fun and silly. You'll have an entertaining date, to be sure. He'll want to start it off by impressing you, picking you up in a cruiser and flying all around, showing off with barrel rolls or other little maneuvers just to hear your laughter. Eventually he'll settle back on the ground. He'll take your hand and walk with you through a farmer's market, insisting you stop at every stall and try every food sample.

There'll be plenty of chit-chat as you two pick your way through the vibrant market, getting to know each other while also enjoying the moment and all the unexpected surprises it brings. Like the cookies he tried that turned out to be dog biscuits, or the several canopies that blew over in a random gust of wind. Poe loves that you not only have these fun memories to share already, but that you seem to be building a strong connection, a level of comfort with each other that could very well turn into more.

Once the sun sets and your bellies are tired from food and laughter, he'll take you for one last cruise around the skies, this one much more gentle and relaxed. This is where your conversation will turn deeper, and he'll ask you how you feel, what you want, and maybe if it's okay to kiss you. If you ask for more dates, Poe will be a committed partner, supporting your studies and art, taking you on more adventures, and giving you space when you need it.

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Want to be set up on a blind date with a Star Wars character?

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Bullion Coins vs Bars: Which Buy is better for you?

Around the globe, gold is considered a go-to investment. Bullion dealers in Canada and nearby areas thus support the above fact by acknowledging us with the same. Gold is thus refined in every form such as jewelry, coins, biscuits, and many times, a special occasion is marked with the purchase of gold. However, this article here by 24 Gold Group Ltd is made to discuss Bullion Coins and Gold Bars and which one will be the best to buy.

What are Bullion Coins?

A bullion coin is made by a precious metal company that is entirely made out of gold. Bullion coins have been minted since 1800, and are approximately 90-92% gold. However, most of today’s bullion coins are pure gold. Also, bullion coins have an extra premium attached to them. This is due to the fact that they can be used as legal tender. Furthermore, many people are sentimental about the historical value that a bullion coin may hold or represent. For many investors, buying precious metals in Canada, like bullion coins can be easier when it is compared to jewelry. Also, there are different channels where investors can purchase these coins from local jewelers, authentic online sellers, Stock Holding Corporations, and many more. Moreover, a bullion coin purchased from one source should be sold back to the same source, as sometimes it might return a lower resale value depending on the market price.

What are Bullion Bars?

Bullion bars are precious refined gold that is made by meeting the standard conditions of manufacturing and labeling by both government and private authorities. Also, bullion bars are also called gold bars or sometimes, gold ingots. The large bullion bars are made by pouring molten gold into the molds. However, the smaller bullion bars are made by minting or stamping the rolled gold sheets. The Central ministry holds the bullion bar reserves. 

Gold bars are produced in pure gold and come with a certificate that guarantees their weight, purity, and the requirements of Gold Standards. Moreover, investors with large budgets prefer bullion coins because of their low premiums.

In the past few years, in countries like Canada gold bar prices have been favorable, hence allowing more individuals to buy gold at the lowest price per gram. Hence, bullion bars are one of the most cost-effective ways to invest in gold.

Advantages of buying bullion coins

Bullion coins come in various sizes, finishing, designs, prices, grades, and origins. Investors hence can purchase them on the basis of their budget and personal preference.

Many bullion coins are minted by the government that safely guarantees the gold content, purity, and design.

Bullion coins also offer liquidity as they can easily be traded. However, investors do have to wait for a buyer. They are also universally recognized and easy to sell.

Investors who purchase bullion coins need not worry about inflation or pay capital gains tax until they sell it.

Advantages of buying bullion bars

Bullion bars are available in various sizes ranging from 1gram to 1kg. Therefore, they are rightly suitable for any investor’s budget.

A bullion bar is a standard for gold investment because they are exchangeable worldwide to any bullion dealer.

It is also ideal for long-term investment if the investor has no intention to sell bullion bars from your investment portfolio.

Bullion bars are cheaper than bullion coins as they are cheaper to manufacture. For instance, a larger bullion bar will have a lower manufacturing cost than a smaller bullion bar.

Key Takeaway: 

Based on the above information, 24 Gold Group Ltd suggests that investment in gold offers the best value of return for investors. Investors can choose to buy gold coins in Canada or bullion bars based on their situation and it all depends on their personal preferences and circumstances and all the considered factors. There is no right or wrong answer between buying bullion coins or bars. It is all about personal choices and the risk of tolerance level one can handle as an investor. 

For more insightful details and advice, feel free to reach out to one of our expert consultants and get started with a better approach to inventing bullion coins and bars.