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Khari biscuit at Mumbai Irani Cafes | History Of Food | HT Lifestyle
Mumbai khari biscuit love? Chai Bisket? No! I would prefer Chai and Khari on lazy afternoons… Yaar we all know that tea without snacks is no fun. And an all-time favorite snack with tea has got to be the simple but addictive Khari Biscuit. Go back to the last time you dipped the flaky and light khari into your kadak cup of chai. The amazing feeling of it crumbling and melting in your mouth is so unparalleled! Though they borrow a lot from French puff pastry, the version we know in India most likely has origins much closer to home.
#khari biscuit#bombay irani cafe#irani cafes in mumbai#irani cafes#khari biscuit recipe#indian puff pastry recipe#puff pastry#how to make#indian street food#puff pastry recipe#food facts#interesting food recipes#history of food#irani cafe#mumbai#mumbai street food#mumbai food#hyderabadi osmania biscuits#biscuits at home#parsi food mumbai#biscuits#khari chai#ht lifestyle#youtube#Youtube
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I was trying to eat noodles neatly and for some reason I got sad midway. So I drew them messy eating a biscuit and a strawberry to combat sad noodle blues.
#Ugh I could've made it messier though.#I tried looking at how the strawberry juice look as it's getting bitten. But looking at a closeup of a mouth eating is kinda uncomfortable#I would need to be paid to look at that again. I dropped it and just winged it. Lol#Hm. I should've at least looked up how goopy it should look. But eh. Drawings finished.#I heard wild strawberries are sour? But these ARE giant strawberries. So this might be a special special kind of strawberry.#I'm not like other strawberries. 😤🍓 Lol#I can't remember what an actual strawberry taste. People made it look pretty good though.#Then again people also made dragon fruit look tasty and it turned out it just tastes like a very very desaturated pear. Lol#Hmmmm but also then again. They also make cherries look good and I LOVE cherries. 🤷♀️#That ain't the giant Crumbl cookie if anyone's wondering. Connie would probably never spend money on a Crumbl. That's a home made biscuit.#Bruh I can't spell biscuit#I watched someone biting on what I think is a Crumbl and they spit it out. And the pieces sounded like concrete as it hit the table 😆😆😆#connverse#connie maheswaran#steven quartz universe#Lion SU#su#steven universe#skedoobles#Ah. Also scribbling this because I needed a break after burning out 3 hours of a commission's allotted time just figuring out what pose#to settle on. So like I only have five hours left to work on their piece. 😬#my shiz#Waitaminuteee in case I unintentionally relayed it wrong. I'm not going to actually just make that allotted commission time just 5 hours no#I recognize not being able to settle a pose for THAT long in a commission is skill issue on my part so I'm not going to carve out 3 hours#Plus at least now I have poses that I *could* make a YCH out of. The body measures are going to be limited however 🤔
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Why Stealing From A Dragon Is Ill Advised (tumblr Ao3 adaptation)
A much shorter adaptation of my Ao3 fic by the same name. Can e found here.
CW: noncon, large cock, magic sex, cum inflation, eggpreg, pregnancy kink, orgasmic birth, dragon sex, forced,
You should never had tried to steal from a dragon.
You should never had tried to bargain with the dragon.
Now, it holds you in its massive claws, fucking you on its draconic cock. Your body pulses with ancient magic, changed to accommodate the inhuman cock roughly fucking you from behind. The dragon's not even fucking you. Not really.
Your body hangs limply in its grasp while they slides you up and down their slick cock. Just a little toy for them to use. Just a warm hole to be bred.
You hate the pleasure that consumes you when hot, thick dragon cum floods your insides. They drop you haphazardly onto the floor and watch as your worm around in tired desperation. Your body aches, but you need to escape. You need to get away from this monster, but this damn cum heavy belly of yours is making it difficult to stand.
Why does it feel like its getting heavier?
Before you can get your bearings, an orgasm racks your body in time a contraction. The dragon behind you laughs. You're going to look so good birthing my clutch, they say with a smile.
You cry out with each contraction. Not out of pain, but pure pleasure. Every contraction, every involuntary push of your muscles that bring the massive egg closer to birth, leaves you crying from overstimulation. No human should cum this much.
You nearly breakdown when the egg refuses to release. It just won't push out. The pleasurable contractions end just before the thing can crown. You're left to writhe in the unending pleasure of birth. You can't bring yourself to care how much of a fool you must look to the dragon before you.
Need help, little human?
You don't register the voice. It's only when there's pressure on your round belly that you look to see a clawed finger over you. Your about to scream out to stop when it pushes that single finger down. Your eyes roll back, moaning like a bitch in heat, as the egg finally plops free.
You twitch in the after shocks of pleasure. You're ready to curl into a ball and fall asleep forever, but then dragon grabs hold of you once more.
I said you'd be birthing my clutch. This is only one egg.
#monster breeding#monsterfucker#terato#monster x reader#eggpreg#cnc k!nk#forced into sex and reader just wants to go home#biscuit ao3 talk
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I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies.
ig credit: jasminabylund.
#cook#cookie#cookies#cooking#baking#bakery#alternative#aesthetic#dark academia#dark academic aesthetic#dark aesthetic#aestheitcs#dark#art#light acadamia aesthetic#light academia#biscuits#kitchen#home#house#cosy#warm#milk#tea#coffee#sweets
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@cokoweee
Ya’ll ever have a dream so lifelike it feels aggressively real until one thing goes a little too wrong and then you start to realize that maybe you’re in a dream but it’s also too real to convince yourself it’s not real that you can’t wake yourself up?
TW: panic attack, I say gun, uhhh blood ig? Bishop says a kinda weird thing but that's just him bein him
can I say blood? last time I did it marked me as mature...
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Her heart thumped against her chest, lactic acid building in her legs as she ran. She tapped furiously at her phone, fingers slipping over the screen as she tried to deploy Sheldon.
Donnie says “no no no” chimed a pixilated picture of Othello, his finger waving back and forth.
“What the-” She slammed against a wall, her shoulder crunching against the brick.
His stupid programming on the poor thing to keep Sheldon at his house. Maybe she could override it?
No, not enough time. She was just going to have to run and hope for the best.
Her shoulder screamed in protest as she climbed the ladder in the alley. Scrambling over the side of the building to catch her breath, she tapped at the screen again.
There had to be something she could do to foil his programming. She wiped at her nose, the cold still not quite gone even after days of bed rest. Bullets flew over the edge of the building, seemingly locking on to her body heat. Throwing herself at the ledge at the last second to force the bullets to crash into the wall she coughed violently, phlegm coating her throat.
Stupid sickness.
Stupid Othello leaving her with the stupid rabbit farmer.
She pushed herself off the ground, arms struggling under the weight of herself. It was as if every muscle in her body was on fire, each fiber screaming at her to stop. She gulped raising her head over the ledge. Agent Bishop was standing on the adjacent rooftop, his face curled into a sneer, eyes unblinking despite the sun in his eyes.
He waved at her, fingers waggling in the air as he pulled a small gun from his pocket. Aiming it directly at her chest he grinned, his eyes flickering with something distinctly unhuman.
She stumbled backward, her feet skidding over the concrete as he seemed to lock onto her. Loose rock dug into her knees as she clambered over the rooftop.
Away.
All she needed to do was get away.
She placed a hand over her stomach, feeling the raised bump of the scar, as she moved.
This was…
This was wrong?
It didn’t happen this way.
No. She didn’t need to get away, she needed to get out.
The bullet ripped into her skin, tearing away at muscle, and shattering the bone in her rib.
She screamed, blood pouring from the gaping hole in her chest, as Bishop moved closer. He walked to her side, footsteps clanking against the concrete.
Clawing at the ground she dragged her body along the roof, rocks digging under her nails. Bishop laughed, his foot trampling her hand, digging it into the ground. She gasped, breathing shallowly as she fought to get loose.
He grabbed her hair, wrapping it between his fingers and tightening his grip as he pulled her from the floor.
“Oh, this is wonderful.” He smiled, voice dripping with venom. “Such a pretty little thing I caught this evening. I’ve been dying to chat with you.” He pulled her hair up, forcing her to rise. “I wonder if she’ll do any tricks?”
She spat in his face, her ears filled with an all-consuming ringing.
Away.
She needed to get away.
It didn’t matter how. She needed to get away.
He said something else, flaunting some sort of mechanism he had hidden in his shirt. She tried to focus on his words, but her breathing was too shallow, her limbs too shaky, the ringing too loud for her to hear a word.
She clamped a hand over her chest, a sorry attempt to staunch the flow of blood from the gaping hole in her body. Cursing softly she watched as the red seeped into a slithering pink fleshy mass.
She stifled a scream as the pink turned an orange maroon, her own blood fueling some sort of monster.
“Shhhhhhh.” Bishop whispered against her ear, “It’ll be done soon. Just one quick slash and you’ll be out of my hair for good.”
The mass jumped forward, faster than she could comprehend, her body spasming in pain as she scrambled back.
Was this the Krang she’d heard so much about after she’d left the jail? Weren’t they supposed to be mindless or something?
It lunged forward again, tentacles lashing toward her face. Bishop shook her in front of him, like a toy for a dog.
“Kendra?”
She screamed as he tightened his grip on her, shaking her around like a bag of flour. The world around her turned hazy, her vision blurring in and out.
She wasn’t going to go out without a fight.
Throwing her head back she jammed her skull into his chin, breaking the grip he had on her hair.
She clawed at the ground, a strange silky feeling coating her fingers. Pushing away the softness of what was sure to be Krang, she kicked at the mass as it wiggled unnaturally.
“KENDRA!” A familiar voice shouted at her, a gentle three-fingered nubby touch against her arm.
Her eyes flew open, arms flailing to the sides to swat at what was left of the Krang matter, as hands held her back. She gasped, her chest heaving as a sinking feeling hit her gut. Dread splashed over her head like a wave, drowning her, leaving nothing but fear.
Eyes widening she looked next to her for Tello, horrified as darkness encroached on her vision, leaving her staring through a pin hole. Nausea rolled through her stomach as she gasped for air, her chest shuddering to keep up with her breathing.
It hurt. It hurt so bad.
“Hey, hey, hey.” He whispered, hand placed against her back. “It’s ok you’re home. You’re with me.”
She jerked backward. He was loud. So so loud. Even with the ringing in her ears, he was too loud.
Breaths were punched from her lungs faster than she could finish taking them in. Tears streamed down her face as her eyes blew wide. Her chest tightened, lungs twisting as she shook.
She’s dying. She has to be dying. There’s no other explanation.
Dead in her room from a nightmare-induced heart attack,
Her eyes flickered back and forth over the room, not focusing on anything, just wildly scanning for danger she knew wasn’t there. Willing her arm to move, she let out a chocked warble.
The room seemed to melt around her. Things blurred together, a fuzzy abstract painting of almost-real-life. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tightened her muscles.
Her whole body shook as she tried to take steadying breaths.
“Did you know softshell turtles only have half a plastron?”
She was in the middle of dying.
She most definitely did not need turtle facts right now.
“Technically a full one, but it’s covered by skin, rendering it effectively useless for plastron purposes.” He shrugs. “Same deal as the shell.”
She looked at him, confusion breaking through the panic.
“Makes us really flexible though. Wanna see?”
He got off the bed, walked to the middle of the room, and bent backward. He smiled upside down at her from the floor and smoothly brought himself back up.
“Pretty neat huh?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Bet no other turtle you meet could do that.”
Amusement rippled through her as she watched him demonstrate his stretches and various yoga poses.
“I’ve never met another turtle like you.” She breathed, some of the panic melting away.
“Precisely! No one can do it like me!” He said, pointing his finger at her triumphantly before his face softened. “ We starting to feel a bit better?”
She brought her thumb and pointer finger close together. A little
He nodded. “Am I good to come back up or do you need some space?”
She patted the bed next to her, inviting him closer. She waited until he was seated comfortably before slumping against his shoulder, exhausted.
He shifted slightly, reaching for his phone with one hand, the other wrapped around her. He let them sit for a moment, reminding her to breathe every few seconds before Sheldon zipped into the room.
He whispered something to Othello before zooming out of the room. She watched passively as it happened, her body still not quite connected to her soul.
Sheldon returned moments later, a bag of ice, a bottle of water, a cookie, and tub of lavender lotion in his little propeller arms.
Othello took them from him, patted his head, and shooed him away. Taking one of the ice cubes he flattened out her hand and placed it in her palm.
She jerked slightly at the sensation of cold in her hand, surprised when he placed another in her palm.
“Focus on the melting.” He said, voice low and gentle.
The ice filled the lines of her hand and dripped over the sides and down her arm. She shivered as the water pooled in her hand. Othello grabbed the cookie from the pile he had created and broke off half to give to her.
“Thanks?”
He watched her carefully. “What does it taste like?”
“A cookie?” She said through a mouthful, her hands still full of TV static.
“I need details.” He pressed.
She paused, taking a moment to consider the flavors in her mouth. “Vanilla, chocolate chips.” She took another bite. “ Like I left it in the oven a minute or two too long and overcooked them just slightly.”
She’d have to make another batch, this time keeping an eye on the time.
He pressed an uncapped water bottle into her hand. “Drink.”
She pressed the bottle to her lips, feeling the way the cold blossomed against her skin as she held it there. Quietly observing the way she could feel it go down her throat and into her stomach.
“Are we feeling more alive?”
She nodded, running her hand along her thigh to feel the fabric of her pajama pants as she pressed her head against his side.
“Good.” He murmured, sleep creeping into his voice. “You had a panic attack I’m pretty sure.”
“...Sorry it was for something stupid.”
“I get worked up over stupid stuff too.” He mumbled, eyes half closed.
“Your stuff isn’t stupid.” She countered.
“Then neither is yours.”
She stopped, lifting her head to look up at him.
He grabbed her hand, flexing the fingers for her. “You feel ok?”
“I don’t know.” She answered honestly.
He nodded and guided her to a lying position. “Tell me five of your favorite things.”
She paused, looking around the room. “Hmmmmm. You.”
“Thank you.”
“Mhm. Uhhh, lavender. The color purple. Satin jackets. Baking. Messing around in the lab. Oh, I guess that’s more than five.”
He tapped her shoulders rhythmically, “You can keep going if you need to.”
She took in a deep breath. “I think I’m ok now.”
“Positive?”
Nodding she pulled the blankets over herself. What she really needed was rest. She was so exhausted from the whole ordeal that the idea of doing anything else felt impossible.
He got off the bed again, searching beneath the bedframe for something before he pulled a large purple blanket from under the bed. She blinked in surprise as he placed it over her, a weight holding her down to the bed.
“I should’ve mentioned it was weighted.”
She pulled her hand out to give a quick thumbs up as he climbed back into bed. She shifted to hold out her arm for a hug. He smiled and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“You smell like you’ve been using my soap.” She grumbled against his plastron.
He shrugged. “ I like the way you smell.”
Rolling her eyes she tugged the blanket higher over her shoulders smiling as soft chirping filled the room, the sound he always made right as he fell asleep.
“Good night Tello.” She whispered.
His plastron vibrated as he churred back, gently running circles through her hair.
She was home. And she was safe.
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squad don't write stuff at four AM I'm pretty sure this only makes sense to me at this point. Anyway I was listening to my pretty princess playlist while writing this 💁♀️
the reason why this was written is in the tags btw
#Me and my friend were hanging out and she got all excited when I told her I was minoring in creative writing#she asked for me to read me some of my stuff and I agreed LIKE AN IDOIT#well i open my docs and low and behold it's what I posted yesterday#mind you that doc is titled ugly sewer man and his pretty wife#i scroll before she can see the title but at this point I have to read this one#its too late for me to exit the doc without me being suspicious#I read it and she's all like “Well butter my backside and call me a biscuit I forgot you wrote but you do a pretty dang good job!”#I'm just sweating bullets coz I just read her my fanfic of Donatello the ninja turtle and Kendra the dragon chick#she'll never know and I'll never tell her that she was read kendratello fanfic with the names and some of the words replaced#its worth it to say that this isn't the first time that this has happened with her#last time it was the freaking really long one with Leo dying dead and Don also trying to die dead#i went home and cooked myself some pasta to recover because wtf was that#and I was so upset by the situation that instead of sleeping I wrote more kendratello fanfic?#pee pee poo poo#caca dodo even#FOUR AM BABY AND IM STILL HEREEEEEE#Ya'll also got some free stuff to use to help a hommie out if they ever start having a panic attack#tapping method will work on yourself as well if you start feeling freaked out or not in your body.#just cross your arms over your torso and put your left hand on your right shoulder and vice versa tapping your shoulders one at a time#im sleepin now#gn yall#Paige writes
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i feel the need to drop comfort ideas at your door again
-post-AGIT. Vlad has the future Danny as his kid and reconciles with Danielle, and is no longer the central antagonist in Danny's life. Moreso, with Phantom Planet undone, Vlad is still the mayor and Danny's still massively unassuming
-Danny checks in on Dani, of course. Regularly. But. He keeps staying a little longer each time. Gets caught up in the domestic vibes
-at SOME point, somewhere between thinking he doesn't mind the idea of Vlad manhandling him so much anymore and "wait am i thinking of marriage right now" he realizes he accidentally started co-parenting his darkest timeline self and his clone with his older celebrity godfather who's a political leader
-annnnnd he's into it. besides the fact he is increasingly attracted, he. kinda likes having a weird all-halfa household to protect and retreat to
-doesn't have to watch his power use. doesn't have to dodge anti-ghost defenses. won't get hit by a boomerang when he's trying to focus on something. doesn't have to sneak to the portal to get anything done
-Vlad's not a fantastic dad (he's new to this), but he's a lot more attentive than Danny's seen out of his parents, and Danny starts matching the energy. together they end up making a good team
-anti-ghost nonsense leading to ridiculous situations with helping ghosts and this weird little family they're building keep off the radar and keeping all their secrets
-Danny and Vlad at some point just flat out tipping over into Pompous Pep without actively realizing it or pursuing it, just somewhere a switch flicks in their head like "yes this is my partner I am raising children with why wouldn't we be doing this" and it's 100% seamless and holy SHIT does it look bad without the half-ghost family context
-lots of opportunity for 'papa wolf' trope scenes as well as Battle Couple moments, besides the domestic setup
-annnnd that's the setup for the secret identity based domcom I've had building in my head all day as a way to block out stressful nonsense
-i blame the fact Martin Mull played an antagonist on Sabrina the Teenage Witch for this
-but also... i crave the fluff, man. i crave it so bad
GOD. YES. ಥ﹏ಥ ♡♡♡
#halfa house whole home#once again lin you have blessed my inbox#all of this is so warm and delicious alsjkdhflajhksf#like stew and biscuits#asks#domestic fluff#fluff#pompous pep#(endgame)#comfort ideas#house divided#meme
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Finn and Jake in gravity falls and meeting Mabel, dipper, soos, and Stan.
(maybe Jake and dipper bonding, or Stan and Jake bonding, or Finn and Mabel bonding bc they're both lil goofs)
Im not drawing 6 different characters interacting with each other, you can have this
#I don't know the at characters at all. asking me to draw them bonding with the gf characters is like asking me to do research on at#if that makes sense#also Soos is NOT built up for my artstyle. I'll try to artstyle-ify him if I'm not too bored. we'll see#still not home. it's a miracle I even found time to do this at all honestly#I'm tired#ask#anonymous#adventure time#at#jake adventure time#at jake#gravity falls#mabel pines#art#fanart#traditional art#she's giving him a dog biscuit
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a very special day by bishyreadytocry [M]
In which the boys head home for Christmas, Sarah sees right through them, and the dogs are just happy to have their humans’ home.
I'll Be Home for Christmas by raanne [T]
Newly single Nicholas Nelson is not looking forward to spending the holidays alone. Three years past his divorce, Charlie Spring is not looking forward to spending the holidays with his family.
It's Gonna Be…At Christmas by PhoenixSpring [M]
5 Christmases with Nick and Charlie navigating life, their relationship and making decisions, together, about their future. Plus the 1 Christmas where Nick and Charlie aren't completely in control of how things are going to progress, they just have to be patient and trust everything will be OK.
snowman biscuits by CamilleLeo [T]
Set a few weeks after Charlie comes home from the in-patient facility. It's Christmas day and Nick finds Charlie on his doorstep. A Christmas story about recovery and found family.
somewhere else, just like magic by thetomkatwholived [G]
Charlie focused on the man Michael was talking to, immediately drawing in a sharp breath. Tori looked up in surprise, but Charlie couldn’t pull his eyes from Michael’s conversation partner. He was tall, almost the same height as Michael, but much broader with strong shoulders and arms that strained at the fabric that encased them. His hair was somewhere between blonde and red, artfully flopping on his head. And he had a special smile, the kind of smile that made Charlie wonder if every other smile in the world has just been trying to recreate this softness and beauty. This man was lovely; no other word felt right. Or, Charlie’s life falls apart so he escapes to a small town up north. And he may just find a better life up there than the one he had in the big city.
#a very special day#bishyreadytocry#I'll Be Home for Christmas#raanne#It's Gonna Be...At Christmas#PhoenixSpring#snowman biscuits#CamilleLeo#somewhere else just like magic#thetomkatwholived#collections#heartstopper#nick and charlie
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Biscuit, Gravy, and Country Hash
Truckee, California
A Road Home Along the Lincoln Highway series
Hasselblad 500c/m
Kodak Tmax 400iso
#biscuits and gravy#Wagon Train Coffee Shop#film#film photography#Country Hash#Coffee Shop#Wagon Train#photography#photo#A Road Home Along the Lincoln Highway#Lincoln Highway#Truckee#California#A Road Home#travel#road trip#breakfast#on the road#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#photographerslife#hasselblad#film is not dead#kodak#americana#vintage americana
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M-miss biscuit
Would Kiba be able to smell my ovulating even if we're not in a relationship?
Like we run into eachother at the supermarket and suddenly he's gripping the cart and counting jars to calm down lmao
YES! imagine he’s always been infatuated with you ever since you were kids. life has made you unable to stay in touch and he thought he’d moved on from what he considered to be a measly crush during that time, but all the feelings he had for you come rushing right back when you bump into each other on pure coincidence and he catches a whiff of your scent.
it hits him like a slap across the face. you can’t tell, but the way you smell has grown alongside you just like your body has. it’s even more appealing to him now that you’ve matured and are, well, ovulating. it makes you more inviting. normally he wouldn’t be fased by it, at least not as strongly, but since it’s you and there are actual feelings involved…
it makes it hard for him to act normal. it wakes a certain part of his brain that usually works on pure instinct. for fuck’s sake, even his heart gets dragged into the mess.
still blissfully unaware of what he’s experiencing, you try making polite conversation, asking him how he’s been and whatnot, smiling and telling him how it’s good to see him after so many years. however, he’s acting nothing like himself. he’s all skittish and is stumbling on his words; avoiding eye contact — something he had never done with anyone in the past, as far as you can remember.
what’s even more odd is that he practically makes a run for it when you take a step closer so that you can hear and understand the jumble of words he keeps stuttering out — he just can’t stop talking, oh my god, what is wrong with him? throwing a particularly lame excuse your way, kiba is outright SPRINTING towards the check-out all of a sudden.
and as you stare at his broad back, watching the way how he runs his fingers over the back of his neck seemingly in frustration, you can’t help but think how awkward he’s gotten. him — the most confident guy in your class!
he’s had a glow-up when it comes to his appearance, but as for his behaviour… total meltdown.
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Chamomile Cookies
#chamomile#sweet#snacks#cookies#biscuits#hightea#high tea#babyshower#baby shower#baking#food#recipe#recipes#sugar cookies#vegan#veganism#plantbased#plant based#vegetarian#vegan recipes#vegan foodporn#vegan recipe#vegan food#what vegans eat#veganrecipes#go vegan#home cooking#veganfood#foodie#foodies
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#interesting 👀
TED LASSO | 1.02 + 3.09
#ted lasso#tedlassoedit#tedlassosource#rebecca welton#ted x rebecca#nathan shelley#jade ted lasso#nate x jade#dailytvsource#nessa007#cinematv#otpsource#NATE AND REBECCA HAVING TREATS THAT REMIND THEM HOME BEING BROUGHT TO THEM BY THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE THEM IN BOXES#ALSO THE BISCUITS THEME PLAYS IN THE NATE AND JADE SCENE#nate and jade are cute too dammit
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do you think that penelope and telemachus prayed to poseidon regularly to bring odysseus back home safely, given that, yk, ithaca is an island and he's the god of the sea and ody should be travelling on the sea, and they have No Idea about the beef between ody and poseidon
#penelope/telemachus back on ithaca: poseidon pls bring odysseus home safely pls let him traverse your waters and come back home#meanwhile poseidon: FUCK YOU ODYSSEUS // ody: FUCK YOU MORE#a biscuit's rambles#epic the musical
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This one is even more Rebecca Welton coded
#hannah waddingham#rebecca welton#Pepperidge farm#cookies#biscuits#milano cookies#red wine#this is so rebecca being cozy at home with her wine and biscuits waiting for ted after a long day at work#i love her so much#AD#make all that money girl
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Getting into the autumn mood with taking an excuse to use my pumpkin and bat cookie cutters and orange cookie dough! 🍪 🎃 🦇
༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔:・༄₊‧꒰ა🍂🍁🧡 ໒꒱ ‧₊🍂.ೃ࿔*:・༄˖°.🍂.
#pumpkin#transgender chef#transgender baker#pumpkin aesthetic#autumn aesthetic#autumn vibes#halloween aesthetic#gothic aesthetic#witchy things#witchy fall#fall aesthetic#fall autumn#fall activities#foodgasm#home cooking#homemade food#cooking#cookies#baking#homecore#orange aesthetic#autumnal#making biscuits#cookie recipe#bats#lgbtqia#lgbtq community
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