#British Biscuits

[thepastisalreadywritten]

The best of British biscuits. 🍪🔎

[ask-sonicdragonfan]

Raspberry tea and biscuits

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Cream - Swlabr

Daria Hlazatova Garden Of Dreams Cream 

[okamirayne]

Rich Tea you absolute beaut. 🤌🏼

[sonofcoulson]

Please learn about the history of the digestive biscuit before slandering their good name. And our BISCUITS are MAGNIFICENT I'll have you know! Custard Cream! Nice biscuits! Shortbread!

Howwwwww verrry daaaare yoooooou!

I saw this on Facebook and immediately wanted to make a poll

[raineandsky]

#136

Not many villains are brave enough—or stupid enough—to come straight through the front doors of the agency, so the agency never thought to put up anything more secure than a barrier for heroes to scan through on their way in.

The villain saunters in, hops straight over the barrier, and loudly demands, “Which of you assholes is meant to be [Hero]’s boss?”

The heroes leap on them, of course, and twenty against one is barely a fight. The hero’s boss, it turns out, is just the guy they wanted to see anyway.

“Why are you just strolling through my agency?” the superhero asks incredulously.

“Someone's clearly dramatised my entrance. I didn’t get past reception,” the villain corrects with a scowl. “And it’s not my fault you lot have the same amount of security as a train station. Anyway, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to tear you a new one.”

The hero standing behind them makes a noise dangerously resembling laugh. Even the superhero quirks an eyebrow disbelievingly. The villain is sitting in his office in cuffs, sure, but this is only the beginning of what will be an ass kicking.

“You villains are so violent.” The superhero tuts, opening a tin box next to him with a shake of his head. “Has anything happened to warrant this so-called new one tearing, or is this just routine?”

“I’m glad you asked. Did you not notice [Hero] was missing?”

“Oh, yeah I did.” A biscuit comes out of the tin and promptly disappears into the superhero’s mouth. “Are they with you then?”

The disgusted silence the villain leaves is a second too long. “… Yes.”

The superhero nods mindlessly. “Cool.”

This silence is even longer. The villain can hear the hero behind them shuffle awkwardly. “You don’t care,” they say flatly.

“[Hero]’s a rookie,” the superhero offers with a shrug. “Catch one of my best, and I’ll consider coming to visit sometime. I don’t send rescue parties for just anyone.”

The villain can only stare at him in disbelief as he nonchalantly fishes about for another biscuit. Villains would never do that. Villains leave no man behind. The idea that they could be trapped somewhere, in enemy territory, with no promise of at least someone coming for them, is a horror enough to haunt their nightmares.

The villain really thought they’d done something when they’d managed to catch the hero. The hero was scared, of course, but the villain had put that down to the usual. A hero in a villain’s grasp won’t be without injury for long. But the hero had had a certain defeated look in their eye as well, and it’s only now that the villain is realising that that was probably because someone like them disappearing into a villain’s lair means they aren’t getting out.

The cuffs rattle slightly, and the villain heaves a deep breath to stop their hands from shaking. “I've heard them crying every night, knowing you’re not coming for them,” they snap coldly. “You’re heartless.”

The superhero can just about be bothered to meet their eye for a second before his interest diverts back to the food in his hand. “You don’t become a superhero by loving everyone, [Villain]. Do we have a cell set up?”

The hero behind the villain clears their throat. “We do.”

The superhero waves them off, and that’s the end of the conversation. The hero shoves the villain into a cell, and several hours later finds the back of that cell blown clean out with the villain’s friends at the detonator.

The villain never had a doubt they would be set free—they always are. Villains may not be looked upon favourably, but having a posse of like-minded outcasts can make some real ride-or-dies.

-

The hero wipes their eyes when they hear the door at the end of the corridor opening, rubbing their sleeve against their nose in an attempt to look a little less pathetic. They glance up to realise it’s not just the villain, but several of their friends too, all watching them with curiosity. Their stomach drops.

“You got it bad, huh?” the villain says lightly.

The hero doesn’t know what to say to that. They turn their gaze down at their hands to avoid everyone’s burning stares.

There’s a heavy clunk, and out the corner of their eye they can see the cell door swinging open. The villain shoots them a smile as they look up confusedly.

“We were wondering if you’d like to come with us,” the villain continues. “I mean, you’re welcome to stay in here, in the cold and the damp, like a hero. But, y’know…”

The villain shrugs. “We don’t leave people behind, I’ll say that much.”

A hero should never consider an offer from a villain. It’s a trap, the superhero always said. It’s common sense, it’s the right thing to do, it’s what a hero would do.

They didn’t think heroes were left at the mercy of their enemies by their own either, but here they are.

The hero wipes at their face again and clears their throat, painfully aware of how much they’ve been crying. “Um,” they say, their voice a horrible rasp. “O-Okay.”

They all cheer as the villain reaches in to pull them out. Someone hands them a thick jacket. “Put it on,” someone else says. “You’re in the gang now!”

It almost feels like they’re happy to see the hero as one of them. It’s a new feeling, and one the hero finds they like.

[youronebraincell]

[cookieclickercookieeater]

Today's cookies have a bit of a long name, round british tea biscuits with heart motif, though Saturday's have an even longer name. I went with Ikea's Kafferep cookies with raspberry filling for these. I don't know if these are really tea biscuits per se but they were the most similar cookie visually I could easily find. As usual, hot chocolate instead of tea with these.

These are crunchy and a little crumbly with a soft raspberry filling. A bit on the plain side, but still more flavorful than the other tea biscuits, and they dunk just as well.

4/5

[shadowcats4]

I am also out here eating plain ones. They are kind of better though

learning concerning things. Vote now on your phones

[flufallo]

The most British picture ever to of ever been taken

[sn0wp1anets]

so hi

[knightscanfeeltoo]

Still hoping her Parents would still Love Bridget, accepts her as a Daughter and Protect her from the Villagers if they are Transphobic...

(Humanity in Guilty Gear may have Gotten over Misogyny but what about Transphobia??)

[localemofreak]

Joseph Quinn saying “you’re a funny little biscuit” before burning the shit out of Maria with an iron was not on my 2024 bingo card.

[peachssodapop]

I want them to eat Jamabalaya and drink ridiculous amounts of sweet tea

[everythingwithwasabi]

Vegan Soul Cake

[fullcravings]

Homemade Bourbon Biscuit Recipe