#berakfast

[fullcravings]

Knott’s Berry Farm Buttermilk Biscuits

[mmfood]

My Ultimate Berakfast Sandwich

[breakfastoverload]

My Ultimate Berakfast Sandwich

[yskutminjp]

スターバックスロースタリーにて、バレルエイジドメリークリームコーヒーとチャバッタサンドイッチツナ&レモンケッパーを！ だんだん人が増えてきたので退散！ オツカレデス #スターバックス #スタバ #starbucks #スタバラ部 #スタバ部 #スターバックスコーヒー #starbuckscoffee #스타벅스 #สตาร์บัคส์ #星巴克　#ستاربكس #coffee #コーヒー #カフェ #cafe部 #バレルエイジドメリークリームコーヒー #チャバッタサンドイッチツナアンドレモンケッパー #starbucksreserveroasterytokyo #starbucksreserveroastery #スターバックスリザーブロースタリー東京 #スターバックスリザーブロースタリー #オツカレデス #berakfast #朝食 (Starbucks Reserve Roastery) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmfn1HhvwAZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[deadlockhost]

brunt cookies for berakfast

[drawnecromancy]

does a little dance. this is the berakfast song

[sohannabarberaesque]

Over lunch one time vis-a-vis Peter Potamus and the Hair Bear Bunch

HAIR BEAR, being rather casual about it: You know, Peter, I do have to acknowledge where, for us bears, being among our wild kind over the bear mating season does have its advantages.

SQUARE BEAR: Yeah ... especially finding plenty of girl bears just to mate with all afternoon, for the most part!

PETER POTAMUS: Which, I have to admit, is rather interesting ... though it may not exactly compare to the many romances I've had in the uncharted regions of Polynesia over the years!

HAIR BEAR: Uh, how so, Peter?

PETER POTAMUS: If it's all the same to you, crew, such Polynesians are rather wonderful in the love department, and then some ... and especially considering when you realise that their word for the sexual act, fe'a, actually translates into the English as "fun"! To these natives, they see the love display as rather enjoyable and relaxing!

HAIR BEAR: Even though among us bears, mating may cover much of the sumer season, we manage to find lovemaking rather enjoyable and relaxing as well ... especially when rounded out by some swimming and diving!

BUBI BEAR, ever the excitable one: Yeah, Hair; what could be the more excitable finish of the lovemaking than to just do some diving into the lake nearby! What refreshing excitement, what sensation, of just swimming around with your lover after such a wonderful show, such a wonderful release of nervousness!

PETER POTAMUS: Come to think of it, boys, yours truly has been known to follow plenty of interesting nights of Polynesian lovemaking galore with some rather wonderful diving in the reef offshore just before berakfast, or what passes for it in the Polynesian! Breathes there nothing more fascinating in such a fascinating reach of Polynesia as has yet to feel Civilisation's destructive effects on otherwise proud native peoples than to go diving after quite a night of lovemaking most wonderfully natural, and without feeling too queasy about it in the process?

SQUARE BEAR: You could maybe say as much with us, Peter ... especially when you've got the full moon overhead shining in the waters of the lake where we're staying at, bound to make things even more magical-looking!

HAIR BEAR: How right Square is there, Peter ... after all, what could feel more delightful in the summertime up among the Ten Thousand Lakes of Minnesota than a moonlit summer night, a rather cute-looking female bear or two, and plenty of opportunities to wonderfully release our own tensions in most natural manner!

PETER POTAMUS: Still, many of the "morning after" dives I've had will usually include a rather playful dolphin as diving companion as much as playmate! Such wonderfully romantic natives can't resist the company of dolphins while underwater!!

SQUARE BEAR: Awwww ... wouldn't it be wonderful to imagine ourselves swimming with a dolphin or two while diving?

HAIR BEAR: I should apologise there, Peter, for how Square was commenting there just now; he can sometimes get a little ahead of himself, and he can get a little excitable as well. But still, I agree that it might be kind of fun to consider swimming among dolphins, and perhaps with your company!

PETER POTAMUS: Not a bad idea ... and still, I wish you all much in the way of ursine fe'a, as the Polynesians would parse it--that's "fun," as in lovemaking!

[You can imagine how it further ensues]

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[jetsetter-life]

[drizzleanddip]

Crispy fried egg, avocado, toast, mushrooms, spinach, pesto

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[fullcravings]

Chocolate Banana Smoothie

[d5k-74]

So delicious breakfast in chigasaki!!! 今日は早起きして茅ヶ崎まで朝ご飯食べに。2人でシュガーバタークレープ、ベー��ンエッグとトースト、カスタードプリンを頂きました。美味しい。最高の朝ご飯。近くにあって欲しいお店。また来たい。そして、タコグラスも買いましたw #茅ヶ崎 #chigasaki #小川売店 #ogawabaiten #instafood #foodstagram #foodie #berakfast #朝食 #ごはんめも #その後海岸まで散歩 #うっすら富士山も見えた #富士山 #mountfuji #海 #海岸 #sea #seaside #景色 #scenery #landscape #beautifulscenery (小川売店)

[maxbehar]

Three simple steps to an amazing #healthy #berakfast and to make you cool👏 @activia_bg @activia @maxbehar #maxbehar #pr #photooftheday #picoftheday #numberone #cool #happy #inmylife #максимбехар #бехар #максбехар #българия (at Sofia, Bulgaria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CETouJKBVdZ/?igshid=17qmz0p3dcdd4

[witchersgoldenbard]

If you haven’t already answered a question about the breakfast club wip i would love to know more!!!!

oooh, that one was one of the first witcher fics i had started way back when, while watching the breakfast club. i only have the beginning (as per usual..) of it, but still strongly love the vibes and hope to continue at some point bc this fandom needs a berakfast club au. it's a classic, but there's still none?? a crime.

Geralt: the quiet, brooding guy who gives zero fucks about school or what people think of him Jaskier: the loud, cheery theatre kid who runs his mouth before he thinks, a bit feral sometimes Yennefer: the insanely pretty mean girl who hates popular kids Triss: the Princess, a popular kid who’s actually very kind and likes to help but peer pressure prevents it Renfri: nerd who likes to get into people’s business, ace

they're all there for detention, stregobor sucks. it's definitely geraskier and probably yenntriss because renfri is just judging them all and simply hoping for this day to be over before they can decide to kill stregobor the next time he enters the library.

you can... have the entirety of the beginning, which is everyone's introduction in true breakfast club style. but it's 1.5k words and splitting it up would make no sense.

Saturday, 13 March 1999. Temeria High. 6:56 am.

A silver BMW is parked in front of the school, the engine still running. Triss Merigold is staring at the abandoned building in front of her. Never before has she seen it so deserted, and never again does she wish to see it this early on a Saturday morning. She sighs in trepidation and turns back to her dad who is smiling at her in an almost patronising way. As always.

“I can’t believe you can’t get me out of this,” she sighs, looking back at the building. She finds that she doesn’t mind it as much as her father’s condescending patience. “It’s so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday.”

Her father turns in his seat to face her and she looks back at him. “I’ll make it up to you,” he grins, and she refrains from rolling her eyes. Of course he will. Of course he didn’t listen to a word she said. Of course he never even asked why she has to be here in the first place. Merely jumped at the opportunity to take her here and pick her up this afternoon before her mother could get a single word in.

Triss isn’t stupid. She knows her father doesn’t care about her so much as he cares about getting back at her mother. Another proof for how he will take every chance to get into Triss’s good graces is the bag of expensive sushi he presses into her hands now. They never actually make food at her house, and Triss is beginning to despise it.

She takes it and doesn’t even bother to fake a smile.

“Have a good day,” her father says like he doesn’t know, doesn’t even care about where they currently are. Detention. De-fucking-tention! Nobody here will have a good day. She wants to scream at him, wants him to listen to his own words – but it would be no use. Her mother has tried. She has tried. All he did was smile.

So she doesn’t scream. Doesn’t say a word. Only rolls her eyes and gets out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her and not turning back to wave. Her dad wouldn’t check if she did anyway.

She exhales and summons all her strength. Right. Detention. Let’s do this.

****

Another car, red this time, pulls up on the empty parking lot before the school. The atmosphere here is just as tense as in the one before.

“I this the first time or the last time that we do this?” Renfri’s mother asks venomously before the car even comes to a stop.

Renfri clenches their jaw and breathes deeply, looking at the building instead of their mother. They don’t want to face her piercing eyes, her commanding tone, anything. They just want to survive the day and get this over with.

“The last,” Renfri murmurs, still not meeting mother’s eyes.

“Well, get in there and use the time to your advantage,” she demands. That woman has no idea how the real world works anymore.

Renfri rolls their eyes and looks up. “Mom, we’re not supposed to study in there. We just have to sit there and do nothing, you know?”

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes. “Well, missy, you figure out a way to study!” Her tone books no room for discussion, and Renfri doesn’t bother. Doesn’t try to correct her either. Just sits there and tries not to reach out and punch their mother in the face. It’s a close call, this early on a Saturday morning.

“Well, go!” she calls, and Renfri does. Feeling miserable and misunderstood and godsfucking tired. They should have brought coffee. Or a whole machine, rather. Fuck. This day already sucks.

****

Behind the red car, a brown SUV comes to a stop. Within it, a tense silence. Vesemir isn’t looking at him, but Geralt knows that even if he were, there would be no judgment in them. Disappointment, maybe. Annoyance at having to be here once more on a Saturday morning. But no anger, no judgment.

“Let’s not do this again next week,” his old man grunts with a hint of resignation that tells Geralt he’s very well prepared to be in this exact same spot this time next week. It almost makes him smile.

Almost. Instead, he grunts. “Hm.”

Geralt doesn’t give a single flying fuck about school and grades and detention. He just wants to finally be done with it all so that he can work full-time in Vesemir’s garage like his brothers already do. His family knows that, and they are patient with him.

He brings home passing grades, sometimes even more than passing, and he aces shop. Stays out of trouble as far as he can, but he knows that some teachers just have it out for him. One, because he’s a Rivia, and everyone’s still traumatised by Lambert. Two, because he’s apparently intimidating and the assholes they employed here want to take him down before he can become dangerous, or something.

“Geralt,” Vesemir says, and he meets his eyes. A beat. “Try not to get in trouble.”

“Hm.”

Again, it’s not like he tries to get in trouble. It’s just that trouble usually finds him.

“Want me to pick you up after?”

Geralt shakes his head. “I’ll walk.”

It’s not a long way to the garage, and this way he also gets a chance to cool off, as he so often needs after pointless detention. Maybe, if he’s in good spirits, he’ll pick up some late lunch or early dinner on his way, bring some for the rest of his family.

It’s a comforting thought.

Vesemir reaches over to clap his shoulder, neither of them men for a lot of words. “Have a good day, kid.”

Geralt huffs at the sarcasm in his old man’s voice and rolls his eyes. “Hm. You, too. Saturday morning customers are known for their patience.”

Vesemir groans. “Maybe I’ll put Lambert on front desk duty, then. Will teach them a lesson.”

“And him,” Geralt agrees.

“And him.”

Grabbing his lunch bag, Geralt opens the door and exits the car, though he is careful not to slam it shut. He scowls at the familiar picture of the deserted school building glowing in the light of the rising sun.

Let’s get the over with.

****

The lone boy approaching the school has nobody to bring him, but he favours the crisp air of early spring to the confinement of a car full of people who will judge him. He doesn’t care about walking or the early morning hours – they are the least of his worries. All he cares about is the music coming through his earphones. It’s the third time this morning that he listens to Come On Eileen, and he needs the energy of this song to survive this day. It’s working, so far.

Lost in his music and the general apprehension of this whole day and every one that would follow, Jaskier doesn’t even care about the approaching blue car that almost hits him if it wasn’t for that slight side-step he does in tune with the song. Shame, really. Maybe being hit by a car would have got him out of a whole day of detention.

Come on Eileen, tah-loo-rye-aye

Come on Eileen, tah-loo-rye-aye

I say, too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye-ay

What a great song to be hit by a car to. Maybe next time.

****

Yennefer steps out of the car, sparing a passing glance at the boy they just almost hit. Her parents ignored him just like they always ignore her. She idly wonders what would have happened if they’d hit him – the boy never even faltered. Just keeps walking with his stupid headphones on. She wonders what he’s listening to. Considers stealing his Walkman or his headphones. But he doesn’t strike her as popular enough for her attentions.

After all, she doesn’t bully loners.

Without a single word or even a backwards glance through the rear-view mirror, her father takes off again, not even acknowledging her existence. She tries not to let it get to her.

She fails. As always.

Swallowing down the lump that has been forming in her throat ever since she was born, Yennefer follows the boy with the misplaced spring in his step to the front door and into the library. Artificial, blaring light hits her and she can already feel the headache coming on. The fluorescent tubes in the ceiling are doing nothing to wake her up and only increase her already bad mood.

Three rows of tables are set out in the middle of the library. She takes a seat in the second one, wanting to be in the middle of the action – because of course there will be action. She’ll make sure of that if she needs to.

ask me about my wips

[berryblu-writes]

My take on how ranboo lost one of his canon lives:

> ranboo is with michael

> ranboo makes michael breakfast

> ranboo decides to make toast

> ranboo attempts to take the toast out with a fork

> ranboo dies

> ranboo is no longer allowed to make michael berakfast.

[gastrikbypass]

#sahur #kahvalti #ramazan #berakfast #ramadan #oruc #hayirliramazanlar #food #instafood #foodpoen #beef #grill #bbq #meat #fakiakin #rnygastricbypass #rny #obezitecerrahisi #obezite #gastricbypass #yenibirbedenyenibirhayat #tupmide #tüpmide #gastrikbypass #gastricbypassturkey #gastricbypasssurgery #zayiflama #diyet (Gürpınar Sahil Beylikdüzü)

[fitsistersfood-blog]

Porridgemisu 🐷🐷🐷 Una coppa di yogurt e porridge con tutto il gusto del tiramisù! Prepararta alla sera e pronta per una colazione super sprint! Per la ricetta segui la pagina Facebook, link in bio! #berakfast #tiramisu #porrige #cacao #yogurtgreco #coffee #cacao #bprnutrition