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[flo-zoinks]

Could you please do headcanons for what candies the gang likes?

Of course!!! Thanks for asking me!!❤❤

I'm not very educated on different types of sweets soo bare with me plsss😭🙏

WHAT TYPE OF SWEETS I IMAGINE EACH RDR2 GANG MEMBER LIKES

Dutch - Liquorice. Nobody else likes it at all but he thinks his taste is more sophisticated

Arthur - dark chocolate

Pearson - purposely eats cough-medicine type sweets in public to rant it was all he had when he was back in the navy

Hosea - hard boiled sweets. Hands them out even though nobody else really likes them but nobody says anything

Strauss - humbugs to suck on whilst doing his work

Kieran - sugary lollipops and when asked why said it's like his own horse sugar lick thingy

Sadie - Jake used to love taffy and got her into it, whilst she doesn't normally have a sweet tooth it's an exception

Mary-Beth - jellybeans, falsely thinks Arthur likes the orange beans so always gives him those ones (they are her favourite)

Tilly - bonbons, especially the strawberry ones and used to eat alcoholic filled ones with Karen until around chapter 4

Karen - insanely sour sweets. Anything that's sour and complains theres nothing actually sour anymore

John - Javier once bought a load of imported mexican sweets and made John try some so now he likes Betamex. Jack and Abi HATE it but once John saves them in 1911 the house has so many from when he went to mexico

Abigail - Fudge. Would buy it as a treat once a month during her working girl days

Jack - Javier also gave Jack a paleta payaso to try and he loves it it's his favourite

Javier - duros (do they count?)

Bill - Candied roasted nuts

Grimshaw - keeps werthers in her bra to give out or have to herself (me too girl me too)

Reverend - whiskey chocolate

Trelawny - makes a whole story out of his favourite sweet being DELICIOUSLY rich, though really locally made somewhere in mainland Europe, yet generally just likes a good lollipop

Sean - hosea used to give him sticky toffee so he would shut up when he was younger so now it's his favourite

Lenny - mints. Is the one people go to if their breath smells real bad urgently and always has the most mintiest breath because of it (sean thinks its nasty)

Charles - chocolate covered raisins. Never really gets it though, just if he had to

Uncle - anything but coconut candy. Literally ANYTHING but goes on rants for ages if he finds anything coconut flavoured in there

Micah - says liquorice but its rock (stick candy in the usa?)

Molly - huge truffle and chocolate addict

Are these okay??? Thanks for asking me so much ily❤❤❤🙏🙏🙏!!!!

U know the drill tell me who I forgot again pls😭

[cillianmurphysdimples]

A female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Fourteen)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful, and all total bollocks.

Gif credit - @remembering-angels

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

TRIGGER WARNING for MENTIONS OF ABORTION.

We Got Issues

Part Fourteen: Y/N and Cillian's morning buys them more hours than expected before he has to leave for England again. They have a lovely morning and Y/N feels sated with the domesticity - then Cillian bites the bullet and instigates "the talk". [Soft domestic life followed by adult themes and mentions of abortion]

@remembering-angels @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @meadowshelby @strangeions @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme @lavender-haze-01

References that might not be got by those outside of Ireland/those who don't visit/ and/or just to clarify -

Store Street and Busáras: Busáras is the central bus/coach station in Dublin city and it is located on Store Street.

Gaa - this is the GAA, Gaelic athletic association, which covers Gaelic football, hurling, that kind of thing. My referencing here and in my experience is using "the Gaa" to refer mostly to Gaelic football. In terms of the jersey being split - my half brother in Ireland has our Dad from from Cavan and his Mam is from Monaghan, and they got him a Gaa jersey that is literally like the 2 halves sewn together.

.....

You wake before Cillian, a single minute before seven am, with a day of work ahead of you. You fight the temptation to wake him, and just glance at him sleeping peacefully before you sit up on the edge of the bed, still exhausted despite a settled night. Having him beside you was lovely, even when you had turned your backs to one another to sleep. Knowing he was there, and hearing the sounds of his breathing, made you feel warm and safe all night. But tonight he would not be there; he'd be gone once again, and you were already preemptively dreading the prolonged time alone ahead. He didn't move a muscle as you climbed up off of the bed and pulled in your fleece quarter zip lounge top that was balled up on the floor by the nightstand. It was a little chilly, and despite the fact that you knew the heating would either be on or would kick in as needed, with the duvet and Cillian's radiator-like body heat now removed from you, it feels very cold. He's sprawled out on his front with his head facing your side of the bed and tipped back a little on the pillow that hides his arms beneath it; his lips are parted and his breaths, though not even close to being snores, are deep and audible. You take your phone from the nightstand and slip it into the pocket of your fleece, then push your feet into your slippers from beside the armchair, then creep out of the door with your steps as quiet as you can make them. You pull the door closed quietly behind you, not fully shut in the jamb but pulled right across, and then you make your way down the stairs slowly.

You make yourself a mug of the flavoured coffee you still had from the Food Festival in Monaghan that had been held the summer. Cillian had insisted on it after some review of the company he'd read, but he ended up hating it. You love it though - it’s a strangely flavoured ground coffee that's marketed as tasting like rum and raisin; while you can't taste either of those things, you do like the flavour. You know that if you don't wash out the coffee press, Cillian will bitch about the smell of it, so try to keep it in your mind to do so before you start work. Coffee in hand, you grab a vegan-friendly, but not absolutely awful tasting, caramel flapjack from Cillian's secret-but-not-really-secret stash at the back of the cupboard that houses cereals, teas and coffee options. You know for certain that Cillian will offer to cook a real breakfast when he gets up, especially with Malachy also here. You flop down onto the sofa to enjoy the slow hour you have to wake up - at around eight, you would force yourself up into the office space in the eves and work like a demon until after five - but this hour was yours. You flick through Amazon Prime for five minutes, then settle on the Kneecap movie. You know you won't get the chance to watch the lot, but you've been desperate to watch this since the first whispers. Silently hoping there are English subtitles, you turn it on and draw your legs up beside you on the sofa and take a careful sip of your steaming coffee. You are about halfway down your coffee and not even ten minutes into the film when you hear, then see, someone walking with slow, heavy steps down the stairs. It's a small surprise to you whomever of the two men it is, at this early hour, but you are particularly surprised that it is Cillian.

“Hey,” you say softly as you pause the movie. “What're you doing up so early? Get your sleep in while you can.” By the look of him, you know he's been awake mere moments - his hair is insane, his pale face has little red lines from the pillowcase creasing up, his eyes are barely open and blinking slowly with the threat to close as he stands on his feet, and the erection that tents out his pyjama bottoms is appealing to look at, but clearly not based in arousal. Together, it all gives his sudden and reluctant wakefulness away at a sweeping glance. “What woke you?”

“Malachy,” he says, huskily. He reaches his arms up, hands around the back of his head, and groans as he stretches his back. “He just, umm, flew in the door, there,” he says, as he drops his arms back down. You smirk to yourself as he pulls out the waistbands of his pyjamas and boxers shorts in an attempt to adjust for comfort. “Doesn't have the study day he thought he did,” he shakes his head. He stands with an adorably unmasked, miserable pout, then yawns with a tightly pulling jaw and doesn't cover his wide open mouth at all. “I've to throw him into college for half nine.” he says after his yawn abates. He's so petulant and grumpy in his sleepiness that it's funny to watch and listen to him.

“I could do that.” You say, drawing down your mouth to give him a sympathetically sad look. “I can take him, Cill. I don't mind, I'll use my flexi hours and just work later into the evening. Go back up to bed, tell him I'll drop him to college.”

He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “No, you're grand.” He says and yawns a second time. “Sure I'm up now anyway."

You smirk and shoot your childish shot at humour. “Oh, I can see that.” The look of derision he throws you is hilarious, though you're sure there's a faint dimple formed into his left cheek with the threat of smile, and you throw your head back on the sofa as you laugh.

He groans and rubs both hands across his face then drops his arms down to his sides. “Aran’s right, we need a bathroom down here." He mumbles as he turns back to the stairs. “Get me a coffee, will ya? I'll be back in a sec.” He calls as he jogs back up the stairs out of view. You get up from the sofa with your mug and oblige his request, and decide you'll make yourself a fresh coffee as you do so. You rinse the coffee press out as the kettle boils and fill it with plain ground coffee. True to his word, he returns just as you push down the plunger on the newly brewed coffee. He walks slowly over and wraps his arms around you from behind, placing his chin on your right shoulder, and squeezes his arms around your waist gently as you pour out your coffees. “Have you much on for work today?" He asks. His voice is still full of sleep, gumbling and strained, and it makes those frequent butterflies awaken in your belly.

“Transcribing mostly. It's a bad case - I imagine there'll be news coverage at some point.” You say sadly and he hums sympathetically in your ear as he kisses your cheek before letting you go. He takes his coffee cup before stepping away just enough to give some personal space. You know that he appreciates that this is one of the more difficult aspects of your job - listening to interview and statement tapes of children detailing the crimes and abuse against them - and he has always been understanding of how the things you hear can sit in your mind. You give no details; not only can't you, but you wouldn't want to, either, but he seems to truly understand that you hear some harrowing tales of true darkness.

You stand in the kitchen facing one another - him leaning back on the counter along the wal,l and you with your back pressed against the island - with your coffees gripped in your hands and a soft silence between you. Cillian yawns again, another deep one that pulls his jaw tightly down, and you smile as he shakes his head as it eases off. “Fuck,” he mutters. It hadn't been too late when you had broken apart from your loving hug and silenced your ‘close if the day’ conversation in bed to settle to sleep last night, and in fact Cillian had been out of it before you had, and you're fairly certain that it was before midnight, too. Clearly it still hadn't been enough for him - perhaps the lack of sleep and abundance of alcohol the night before had had more of an effect than just giving him a thick head and mild nausea yesterday. “Will I make us a late breakfast after I've dropped Malachy off?” He suggests, smiling a little. “Pick something up on the way home?”

You raise your eyebrows, “Subway.” You say with an excited smile, “They make breakfast subs.”

He rolls his eyes at you as he sips his coffee. “Ah, go away,” he tuts. “I meant I could fly into like SuperValu or something.” He shakes his head at your eagerness for fast food. "Here, will I make us those bagels, remember the ones from that hotel in Monaghan.” He looks animated at the suggestion and you're immediately as delighted by the prospect.

You smile brightly, “Oh yeah, with the eggs, and the sausage-thing and the sauce.” You lick your lips comically. Cillian's dedication to vegetarianism could be flexible in its staunchness at times; while he chose to lean towards plant based or vegan options on occasion now, too, he was just as inclined to make the odd step back into meat-eater life, and the delicious egg and chorizo bagels you both were salivating over the thought of now was one of those examples.

“I'll run into the supermarket after I leave him in Tallaght then, so.” He says, and lifts his mug again. For whatever reason, you feel like this is the first time he's actually told you where Malachy is studying. You can't think at all if he's ever said anything before, and hate to sound as though you hadn't listened or aren't interested in asking him for clarification or details.

“What has he got on today?” You ask, wondering if he'll give you enough to work it out without asking him directly.

Cillian turns down the corners of his mouth and shrugs. “I haven't a clue,” he says, “But the business courses there go on the whole way, like Bachelor's and all.” He answers and you feel your anxiety subside a little. Malachy studies business at the Tallaght Campus of TUD - and you're more sure than ever he's never given you details before. “This little shit,” he shakes his head in amusement and places his mug down beside you on the island. “Hs fucking drags me out of the scratcher, and he's not even materialised down here yet.” You laugh lightly as he walks to the bottom of the stairs. “Malachy? Hey, Malachy? Are you up?” He shouts up, then gives a shrill whistle when he doesn't get an answer. “Hoi, Malachy, get up or I'll drag y’up!” He shakes his head as he walks back towards you. “Hes a fucker.”

You can't help finding the amusement in it all. And you can see he's happy to be doing day to day Dad things, too, despite his clear fatigue. “He wasn't expecting to be up, he'll be tired.” You say with a smile, then glance around at the clock above the cooker hood. “I have to go up and start work,” you say and move a step closer to him. You plant your mouth against his for a gentle kiss, and love the warmth of his arms as he wraps them around you.

“That sweatshirt is like a blanket.” He smirks as you pull away.

“I know, I love it. Especially up there, it's nice to be cosy while I'm working. I'm at the office tomorrow so I'm savouring the freedom to work in my pyjamas today.” You chuckle.

“You could work naked if you wanted, it's not like they're watching.” He laughs. You shake your head in amusement. But he continues with more ridiculous ideas. “Sure, we could be riding on the chair, and you in the middle of a string of emails….”

“Stop!” You laugh, and swat against his arm with an open palm. “You're an idiot.” you shake your head, but he's grinning at you and it's beautiful. “God! Do you think of anything other than sex when you're at home?”

He nods his head and you widen your eyes, waiting for another smartarsed comment. “Cheese,” he says, then laughs at himself as you turn and walk away, chuckling brightly.

You didn't hear him leave with Malachy, nor did you hear him get back home, but you can certainly hear him clattering about in the kitchen now, even two floors up. There's music blaring through Spotify on the TV and he's singing loudly to every track. You can hear it as clearly as if you were sitting down there, and that's with you having a single earbud in for your transcription tape. You pause the tape and save your document, then reach for your phone. It's a little before ten thirty and you know Cillian will be rattling around the house for a few more hours yet. Just knowing he's here is enough to make you feel comforted. You consider slipping down the stairs for a coffee, then you remember that Cillian has promised you breakfast bagels. Suddenly his banging around makes more sense. You reposition yourself in the chair and replace your earbud before continuing with your work.

You weren't exaggerating when you had told Cillian it was a big case. The details you'd read before were meek and mild in comparison to the testimony of the two children themselves. Not even over the age of ten and they'd seen and experienced horrors that would drive adults to insanity. You didn't know how anyone could treat children in these ways, and you didn't know how they'd survived at all. What you took from this aspect of your job, though, was that these children's voices were being heard - sometimes directly off the tapes, sometimes just metaphorically - and that meant those who had caused them harm were being exposed and more often than not, thankfully, being brought to their knees by the judicial system. For that reason, harrowing though it was, you knew there was likely never another role you'd want to take up. You felt, even in your small way, that you were a part of an instrumental band of people who helped these little ones out. Even so, it broke your heart and after a further twenty minutes, you pause the tape again and sit back in your chair with a sigh, drying the tears on your cheeks with the sleeve of your jumper. In all the cases you'd been part of up until now, this one was really hitting you hard. You sniff, determined not to fall too deeply into the darkness, and you're thankful of the disturbance when Cillian opens the door into the office and appears with a tray carrying not only your bagel and a coffee, but his too.

“Ah Y/N,” he says empathetically as he sets the tray onto the small table behind your chair. Your spin slowly, facing him fully. You're always amazed at his ability to read your emotions at a glance - not always to know your exact experiences but to always seem know when you're not your ‘default’ self. “Is it that bad?” He asks.

“Fuck, Cill, it's awful.” You tell him and sigh, shaking your head. You sniff and breathe out deeply. “The poor kids.”

He stands looking at you for a moment with such a gentle expression that you swear you can feel every feeling associated with your work here stepping back, even just a little. “How you can hurt your kids, I'll never fucking understand.” He shakes his head. “But here, c’mon and get this into ya.” He gestures at the table and sits down onto the sofa bed. You scoot the chair closer to the table and smile as he hands you your plate. The bagels - with toppings of smoothly sauced scrambled eggs, chopped chorizo, and spring onions - look simple, but it smells delicious, and you gratefully begin to tuck in with the knife and fork he's provided as Cillian sits back into the sofa with his own plate.

“Malachy get off okay?” You ask, holding your hand in front of your mouth as you talk over a bite of your food.

His own mouth stuffed, Cillian nods with his eyebrows raised as he chews. When he clears his mouthful, he swipes his tongue around his lips before he speaks. “When he finally appeared, yeah.” There's an edge to his tone, a minor irritation, but he's not angry in all sincerity. “He came in and woke me there for the lift out, and only went and got back into his own fucking bed.”

You shake your head with a light laugh, “Oh, he didn't?!”

“He's a messer, and he thought it was deadly craic once we were in the car!” Cillian smirks, and takes another bite from his bagel. “I thought about a nap but, sure, fuck it.”

You turn to your laptop for a moment, refreshing your emails, and reply to one from Amanda, the barrister you're assigned to. You leave your plate on the desk beside you - your bagel half attacked - and focus on your words to respond to her appropriately. Once sent, you snatch your plate back up and turn around to Cillian again. “Have you got plans for the next few hours? Last minute jobs or anything?”

He gives a single nod as he swallows the last mouthful of his food. Leaning forwards, he places the plate back onto the tray and brings his mug of herbal tea with him as he sits back again. “Sitting here with you.” He says.

“You'll be bored, Cill; I've got so much to do.” you say softly, but you're very endeared by his suggestion.

“Ah no, but sure, I can get a book,” he says and sips his tea, then his tone changes a little bit. “Or we can talk.”

You sense it immediately that he means ‘the talk’, and you look at him with a gentle frown, “Cill, now's not…”

“Now is the perfect time,” he says. “I'm going to be gone, bar the odd day here or there, until mid December. I can't carry it all for that long, Y/N, and neither can you. Sure, we shouldn't have to. The wondering or questions, or the guilt and concerns for each other. We're not angry here, not to the point we're hating one another I hope, at least.” He smirks and you can see he's nervous. “But you deserve answers to questions I know you have, and rightly so. I owe you those. And I want to explain myself, my choices and reasons, and without sounding like a cock, you owe me that.” He sits forwards and puts down his mug. “Contact Amanda, ask her for the afternoon off - annual leave, sickness, whatever you want to say. But I've from now ‘til around three-,” he says, “And I want to go to the airport later knowing we understand one another properly. And knowing that when I call ya, or when I come home, we're not gonna be arguing,”

You look back at him with a panicked feeling in the centre of your chest. He's right about needing to do this, you know he is, and he's right too about it being better now than later. You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and blink slowly as you breathe in deeply though your nose. You release your lip, sigh out your held breath noisily, and nod your head. “I'll email Amanda now, I'll say I have a migraine and I'll see her tomorrow.” You say and nervously turn back to your laptop. You tap out a brief but sufficient email and send it across. You sigh once again as you turn back around to him and then raise up your eyebrows. “Okay, so…” you shrug your shoulders. “Where do we start?”

You watch Cillian's expression change, like he's just realised the gravity of this, and he sits back on the sofa again. He raises his eyebrows back at you and absentmindedly runs his tongue over his lips. “I'm sorry I put it before you to be ready for a baby when you weren't. I know that maybe you wouldn't even have come to the decision you did want a baby if I hadn't pushed it. I'm sorry I changed my mind - and I'm going to be sorry for the rest of my fucking life for the way it eventually got told told to you that I had changed my mind.” He speaks with a measured and calm voice, and you know he's thinking about the words he says carefully. “But I changed my mind because of Mal, and Aran, and you, and me, and because of work and because of things that happened before now. I'm away so much, more now than ever, and being away from the boys in not living there, I feel like I'm putting extra distance there, like I don't give them enough. I changed my mind because if we had a baby, I'd be away from you and them too, more than I was for the boys, and that baby being here, with me, would look to the boys like I just moved on and started another life, and left them behind. Like, I can't be there for them all the time but I'd be living with this new child and it wouldn't be fair. And here, maybe they wouldn't think that way, but maybe they would - and I don't want to hurt them like that. I've hurt them enough. And I don't want to up and leave you and a wee one constantly with work; that's not fair on a child, and it's not fair on you. Y/N, I didn't change my mind because I don't want a baby with you - a baby with you would be amazing - but it wouldn't be worth all the sacrifices and...upset we would all be faced with. I just realised I couldn't do it, not to any of us.”

You'd suspected almost exactly this reason, and it was because of that you'd been able to so easily reconcile yourself with his change of mind for the most part, though his mention of past things had made your heart flutter. But the issue wasn't there, it was his choices surrounding that decision that were harder for you to accept or understand. “It's almost exactly what I expected. That's why I kept saying that I could deal with you changing your mind. What I can't understand is why you told her you weren't sure, and that you'd changed your mind once you'd come to that. I can't understand why you could call her up, or meet her, or go in for coffee when you were driving the boys, but you couldn't tell me when I've been right beside you.”

He sighs and it's loud, heavy, and you don't know if he's looking for reasons he hasn't got, or gearing up to tell you something you won't like. You're not sure which is worse - he turned to her because he had always turned to her in the past, which stings, or he turned to her because he had changed his mind about you, too. Your heart thuds heavily in your chest as you wait for his answer. “I never found the moment here but that's not your fault at all, it's mine. I was waiting for the perfect moment, but sure there wouldn't have been one, would there? I'd no fucking sense and put it off. I only talked to Yvonne because she caught me on the phone in bad humour one day, and I just let it all out at her. And I'd talked to her again about the kids that Friday day time before we went out. She was saying that Malachy wasn't coming, but Aran was, and she'd asked if I'd talked to you yet. Obviously I didn't know that you'd made your mind up and were going to tell me then, so when I got thick with you in the restaurant, it was because she'd reminded me of needing to sew me bollocks on and talk to you. But you got there first and I felt like a fucking eejit.”

*Did she change your mind for you?” You ask him and suddenly you feel like your anxiety is asking the questions now. There's an edge to your voice and you know he hears it by the way his brows twitch in together at the bridge of his nose. “In you, um, having concerns, did she give you a few more, and guilt you with Malachy and Aran?”

“No.” His reply is blunt, immediate, and with a single shake of his head. “I feel how I feel because it's - it's how I feel, it's what's I'm fucking afraid of. It isn't because of Yvonne, not in the way you think it is anyway. She didn't tell me it was a bad idea, not to do it. The only thing she encouraged or insisted on was that I shut up fecking moaning at her and tell you.” He sighs and shakes his head, and while he is staying so calm you can hear that accent creeping in and know the passion is behind his words. “When you said it yesterday, that if she was the reason for my decision then we'd need to talk about our relationship - fuck, Y/N, you floored me. That you'd think I’d be going behind your back, that you'd think I'd go back to her and be miserable like I was for months or more before we met. Or that I'd let her dictate anything that goes on here, with us. Jesus fuck, Y/N! Sure, I wish you'd let go of your own fucking guilt there, so that you'd stop expecting me to be fucking about because we did jt. You didn't break us up, you didn't cause an issue, you didn't…lure me off. I didn't fuck about on Yvonne then because I'm an arsehole, seduced like, by a young one! I didn't then, and I'm not now - not with anyone, and definitely not with Yvonne. I'm not talking with her outside of that there, and the kids, and pleasantries. You and I got talking that day in Busáras, and we'd a good chat. I didn't expect to be bumping into you again, but there you were a week later and you got me right after the worst week Yvonne and me had had in months. You didn't ruin us, you didn't break us, but by fuck, boy, did you make all the difference for me straight off. Since I made up my mind with where I was, all that’s been important to me is you and the lads. It's why I make half the decisions I do. My own stupidity would be the reason for the rest of my fucking choices.” There's a smirk and a shake of his head that you know means he's trying so hard to keep this a conversation, to not cause a row at all. “I'm gonna be forty nine next year; I've two grown sons, a failed fucking marriage, …but I have you.” He smiles softly as he looks at you. Your eyes haven't left him, you're scanning his face and taking mental notes on his words and his accent and pitch changes. You read it all, remember it all, because it gives everything away about him. So far, it's working. “I never want to be in a position again where something I've done comes back negatively on you again, or the boys. I know you think I don't care, but I do keep the perceptions of me in the back of me head. And of you. I don't want you slagged on th’internet, nor the kids to suffer.”

You take a deep breath as he falls quiet for a moment and watch him bring his right hand to his face. His fingers move back and forth over his lips, his tongue flicks around in his mouth and you can see it through his parted lips as it assaults the single, set-back lower tooth with side to side swishes. “All I could think about, after we'd had sex and not used anything, was about going back to that place in England by myself.” You watch his eyes close slowly at your words and you know he feels something there, the same as you. He'd reminded you of this, now, when he said that past things had helped him change his mind. Your mind flies straight back... You didn't blame him for the need to go, nor that you were alone - he wasn't able to do anything about that at all, and you were not punishing him for it - but you hated the thought of it ever being repeated like that. “Because you'd changed your mind, and we still fucked like that, and all I could think about was sorting it sooner this time, knowing sooner this time, so that we didn't have to do that - so that I didn't have to feel that again. I don't regret the termination, but I think I resented the possibility of having to feel those feelings again and feeling like you would just expect me to, because you'd changed your mind.” You take a deep breath and it shakes hard in your chest. “I'm not saying you would, I'm saying that's what I was scared of, what I was worried about. That and the feeling like I'd had my head whipped around because I'd finally wanted what I thought you wanted now, too.”

He's listens to you talking with his eyes closed and you know he is feeling it hard. He swallows hard, audible across the quiet room, and he drops his hand as he opens his eyes. “It kills me all the time that you'd to get the termination at all. I know we decided and it was the right thing - it was, I'll never change my mind on that; Yvonne and me weren't even separated at the time, but it was coming and if…" he takes a deep breath in, and his tongue swipes out over his lips in an anxious stim. “Y/N, it kills me that you'd to go through it, and alone, and that all I could do was fucking ring ya - and not see ya til, what? Four days later? Maybe it's half the reason I thought about a baby together being a good idea at the start, so you knew I'd never let you go through that again if it could be avoided. I dunno…” he sighs, and his breath shakes too. “I was an arsehole to have sex with no precautions around your birthday, because we were only after talking that little bit. It fucked with your head, and it put us in a position where we might have had to have had that fucking conversation again and I am so fucking sorry.”

You puff out your cheeks as you breathe out at his words, his declarations, and you nod your head slowly. “Yeah, but you were right that night in London. I didn't mention a fucking condom either.” You push your hands onto the armrests of the chair and get to your feet. His eyes stay on you as you round the table and drop down to the balls of your feet, crouching before his knees. “The termination before you were separated was the right choice. And it being some of the reason you're sure now, among other things, that kids aren't on the cards is understandable. And I am okay with that. You're a good man. You're not perfect, at all, but you're not intentionally cruel. I know my anxiety is a bone of contention, and so is my guilt, and I am sure it'll never go away completely. But I want you to know, please, that in this exact moment, I don't think you're sneaking around, or going back to her, and I completely understand why you changed your feelings. And I need you to know that I'm okay with those feelings, and that it's going to take me time to get back there, but I will be fine with us remaining just us.” Your palms rest on his knees - to steady yourself as much as to touch him - and you sits forwards more and places his hands over yours. “And I am forever thankful for my delayed coach, and Malachy's late trip return, on that day on Store Street. I never thought that Busáras would be a landmark for me in Dublin, but it is!” You smile and you can feel your eyes slowly welling with tears. You close your eyes and let them fall as he leans even closer, moving his face close to yours, and pushes his lips against yours.

He wraps his fingers around yours and takes your hands, pulling you up, “Sit down here,” he says, and insists you join him on the sofa. When you do, he wraps his arm around at his side and pulls you in. “You know I can even remember the top you had on.” He says after a moment of quiet. His cheek is resting on top of your head and your right hand is toying with the fingers of his right hand where they sit together on his thigh. You flick at his fingers and smooth your thumb back and forth, and you smile as he speaks about your first meeting. “A fucking Gaa jersey that was, eh, half Dublin and half fucking Galway. You said you hadn't a clue about Gaelic football but your friends were getting married and it was their respective counties, so you were meeting up for the hen do, and all the girls were wearing these jerseys!”

You laugh lightly, “That's right!”

“And me there hanging around like a knob for Malachy to come in from the school trip. You moved your bag off the chair there and let me sit down, and you'd not a fucking notion who I was, and it was so fucking cool.” He smiles and you can feel the movement of his cheek in your hair.

“You talked my ear off about Lennon, your boys, and a book about some journalist who fucks off to Europe.” You laugh a little. “Who'd have known we'd be here now?” He lifts his head from yours and, when he does, you look up at him. “I'd never have imagined but there's very little I'd change, or do differently, if we had a do-over.” You say softly, and a smile slowly pushes into his cheeks. “I really think that I do regret nothing with you.”

He fights his hand out of your fiddling fingers and brings his palm up against your cheek, then draws your face to his for a passionate kiss. His thumb smooths over your cheek as you move your head back slightly a moment later. “I love you.” He whispers, desperately quiet.

You haven't magically become fine, but his words are so important and affirming that you know that it will be okay. You can get through the future because you're dealing with the past, you tell yourself, and you've got him by your side as a rock or strength. You move until you can place your head on his shoulder and it's warm and loving when he wraps his arms around you and holds you close and tight. You're safe, you're reassured, and you can handle it all.

[sleepy-the-loz-enthusiast]

Which ice cream flavor do you think each of the Links would like the best?

Hello !! Very interesting question, here are my headcanons about it-

Sky: Strawberry, he likes sharing with Sun and/or Groose. It's his favourite fruit he discovered on the surface

Twilight: Vegan chocolate, because I firmly believe that if he eats anything else he will be violently ill (he does it anyway sometimes)

Wild: He'd rather make his own

Warriors: Rum and raisin (is this a normal flavour or is this just a british thing-?) everyone bullies him, they all hate it

Legend: Apple sorbet (he's that bitch who would buy sorbet in an ice cream shop)

Hyrule: Mint chocolate chip. I have no reasons for this, just vibes

Wind: Bubblegum, he likes the bright colours and flavours

Time: Just vanilla, the others bully him for it but he likes it

Four: Strawberry, he just likes it and will not take constructive criticism

Thank you for the ask !! I'm working on answering your other ask, it hasn't vanished- but yeah, this was fun to write

Have a wonderful existence !!

[bullet-prooflove]

hmm, jeff clarke as character and items could be a ice cream cone, cop car and a crossbow ? for the character & three items thingy cx hope u have amazing weekend !

Tagging:  @kmc1989 @witches-unruly-heart @telepathay @iworldlywriter 

Thank you so much, it's been ages since I have written Jeff and I have missed him. So the hardest part was the ice cream cone.

Jeff meets you on site during a call out. You’re perched in the passenger seat of a squad car, leaning across a patrol man with a crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest. Blood trickles down his shirt as his breathes come out in ragged rasps. You can’t focus on that at the moment because you’re occupied with the wound in the patrolman’s right thigh.

“The bolt is pinning him to the seat.” You say calmly as Jeff reviews the situation through the shattered driver’s side window. “But that’s not the big problem. The glass from the broken windshield has nicked the femoral artery, if I take my fingers off he’ll bleed out in minutes.”

“You’re a doctor?” He asks as he opens the driver’s side door to give him more access.

“Just transferred into Med.” You tell him, tipping your face up towards him for the first time.

You’re beautiful. Wide soulful eyes that make his heart beat a little faster in his chest, a face that men would go to war for. Doctors shouldn’t look like this, he thinks, not like they were sent from heaven above.

“Ambos still ten minutes out.” He finds himself saying as he snaps back into the moment, already he’s tugging on a set of latex gloves. “But I’ve had some trauma training in the Marines so I can assist.”

“I need your shoelace.” You tell him as your gaze fixes on his. “If we can get this tied off, you should be able to move him for when the ambulance arrives.”

Jeff complies with your request, untying his boot before he hands you the lace. It’s  an artform what you do, your motions are deliberate, concise. There’s no hesitation, just the methodology of a woman who knows exactly what she’s doing. He can’t explain how attractive he finds that.

“Any idea how we ended up in this position?” He asks you as he turns his attention to the bolt that’s jutting out of the officer’s chest.

“I came out of the ice cream shop and there was just a lunatic with a crossbow standing in the street. He must have been high. The cops tried to intervene and…” You use your hand to gesture to the bolt. “I dropped my ice cream cone and everything. I didn’t think he’d actually do it.”

“What flavour?” He asks you and you raise a quizzical eyebrow as he withdraws the padding from the emergency kit they keep on the truck. “Your ice cream?”

“Oh, mint choc chip.” You tell him as you start to pack the wound with Jeff’s help.

“I’m more of a rum and raisin man myself.” He informs you, tilting his head to survey your handiwork. “I think we’re about ready to get to work on the bolt, don’t you?”

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[pastelstarmie]

Hi! I love your banjo playing in Cheap Dirty Horse and saw you were doing asks! So here is one:

Do you have any recipes you recommend? (Especially sweet ones)

Thanks!

Hey!!! Thank you so much!!! Banjo is really cool and I still feel like I'm just figuring banjo out consistently tbh and like learning all it's lil tricks!!

Sweet things are definitely my vibe!! I love baking over cooking!! My go to cooking tends to be like stir fry or like a random fried rice with whatever I have in! Normally with waaaaay too much soy sauce because it's my fave thing! Although I had a ramen phase where I'd make different versions every week and mess around with flavours! I got the original recipe from an Overwatch cookbook and just had fun with it!!

In terms of a specific recipe though I'm really basic 😅 I love making like chocolate chip cookies, victoria sponges or millionaire shortbread, but!! With millionaire shortbread if you make the shortbread base you can do all kinds off stuff! I've done like a yuzu shortbread base, a pumpkin spice base, a vanilla and chocolate chip, one and it really changes the vibe!!

I did make a bread wreath, but it had chocolate spread and hazelnut in-between the like plaits with raisins and sultanas and it was incredible!!

Omg actually!! I also make an apple crumble cake which was incredible!! Your cake is similar on theory to a carrot cake but with apple, s a like vanilla sponge, with apple chunks, cinnamon and nutmeg. THEN!! you make a custard icing/frosting and pipe in in the middle and on top, where you add some quiet fine crumble mix (you can make your own or buy it) and sprinkle in the middle and on to for texture and that is awesome too!!

Sorry I maybe went on for too long and got excited 😅

[prommethium]

It's September. 15th of this month we, Mexicans, celebrate Independence Day. The whole month, most of the households would prepare traditional food. One of the most delicious and expensive dishes we make is Chiles en Nogada. Mexico has many types of food; the most common is baroque food. Baroque food was created by mixing ingredients brought by colonisers and traditional ingredients. The purpose of Baroque food is to NOT PERCEIVE the ingredients; every bite must generate an explosion of well-balanced flavours in the mouth. This dish is one of those.

Chiles en Nogada is a complex dish; most people would buy it. No, let me correct that; not many people even from here have tasted it because it's expensive af, and the ones who have the means would buy it because it is a pain in the ass to make.

Now, if you want to impress your locals, seduce a Mexican, or challenge your culinary skills this is for you.

The recipe might vary from household to household. This was passed on by my granny, and this is her granny's recipe. SO.

LET'S BEGIN!!

Ingredients!

(I don't care if you don't like x or y, or if you have an allergy or are on a diet, if you can't eat one of these, don't fucking disgrace this legendary recipe.)

150mL of canola oil.

4 finely minced garlic cloves

1 big ass onion finely minced

500g of grounded beef meat

500g of grounded pork meat

2.5 tablespoons of salt

10 red tomatoes

250mL of chicken broth

250g of peeled almonds (preferably minced or sliced, by peeled I mean without the brown cover.)

100g of raisins (finely minced.)

2 Plantanes (NOT BANANA, PLANTANE!)

250g of pine seeds

5 cloves

1 Stick of cinnamon (I used 5cm in length)

1/2 tablespoon of grounded black pepper.

1/2 tablespoon of oregano

Thyme (I don't know how much, in grams this is, be generous.)

2 Minced and peeled peaches

1 Minced pear

1 Minced apple

1 Minced acitrón (I couldn't find it. Acitrón is cristalized maguey. I substituted it with 300g of: Approx 100g of crystallized sweet potato, 100g of crystallized chilacayote, and 100g of crystallized pumpkin).

15 Fresh Poblano Chilipepers (These ARE NOT BELL PEPERS, THESE ARE POBLANO PEPERS, they are spicy.)

1/2 L of milk (cow fresh pasteurized milk, the fresher the better, do not use light milk, we need the fat to mix with the fats of the cheese and the nuts)

250g of goat cheese.

Seeds of 3 pomegranates.

1/2 Kg of peeled fresh Castilian nuts (Juglans regia, the 1/2kg must be nuts without the hardcover).

METODOLOGY!!

Roast, peel, and devein the Chiles. To roast, put them directly on fire until the peel turns black. They are easy to peel when they are hot, so once they are out of the fire, take off the peel (yup, we do this with our bare hands). If you are weak, save the roasted chiles on a cloth and put them inside a plastic bag to "steam." Once cold, you can also peel them; this method works, but it's time-consuming. We also devein the chiles with our hands; if you are weak, use gloves. Please take a moment to appreciate my mom taking off the veins and seeds. She is so talented!

2. Fry the onion in the canola oil until brown. Add the garlic and fry until brown. Add the meat and let it cook on low heat for 20min.

3. Mince the plantains and fry them, use as much oil as you need. Now, I don't care what you believe, the plantains need to have black areas, the blacker the better! They are FINE! I promise. Fry until they look like that:

4. Put water to boil, and let the tomatoes rest/cook? for one minute, then take them out of the boiling water and take off the peel. Put them in the mixer, add the chicken broth, and blend.

5. Add the blended tomatoes and the plantains to the big ass pan where the meat is. This isn't going to look pretty but trust the process!

6. Add the almonds, raisins, pine seeds to the big ass pan.

To show off your wealth and look generous to the people you are sharing this dish with add extra pine seeds.✨

7. Add the oregano, cloves, cinnamon, thyme, pepper, and salt, and mix until all that is well integrated.

Place the thyme, the cloves and the cinnamon on top. We are going to take these out, so make sure you can remove them.

8. Do not cover the pan, let it cook low-heat until it dehydrates. I let this cook for 40min. Once it is dehydrated, remove the cloves, cinnamon, and thyme, add the peaches, the pears, apple, and acitrón (or if you fail getting the acitrón, like I did, use the crystallized fruits).

Mix all that and let it cook low-heat for 20min. This is how it should look like:

9. Now… (🔥laughs) It's time to peel the nuts!! Put water to boil, add the nuts and let them there for ONE minute, take them out of the boiling water and peel that thin dark layer. This is painfully exhausting and BORING, BUT NECESSARY!! You must do it! Otherwhise the final taste will be bitter.

10. NOW, Time to make the Nogada!!! Blend the milk, the nuts, the goat cheese with half a tablespoon of sugar (regular) and salt to taste. The cheese I used had salt, so I didn't use any.

FINALLY, FUCKING FINALLY!! 🔥

11. Fill the cold chiles with that glorious mix we made in our big ass pan, pour some Nogada on top, decorate with pomegranate seeds and parsley. Eat it with rice.

[definegodliness]

More importantly, I'm thinking of Fanta. The orange flavoured sparkling beverage. I bought a bottle, recently, out of nostalgia. What immediately concerned me was its bleak appearance.

The Fanta I bought looked like the piss of a barely well-hydrated human, taking a hike across the Appalachians with some duly calculated rations of water, and only energized by some carefully assembled trail mix.

I tried to open the bottle, as I would — once, long ago — but the cap stuck to its opening. Apparently because people cannot be trusted returning caps back onto bottles.

Now, I am, if anything, a misanthropist...

But, come on.

You can't convince me a vast majority people would go against the sacred unity of cap and bottle. I mean, it's the easiest way to dispose of a cap; put it back where it belongs. Only agents of complete chaos would actively oppose this union. And, yes, of course, there are complete idiots, but since when would we, as a community, adapt to them as a mean? Especially if such an action hinders us, responsible people, as we are, in even the slightest manner.

I feel patronized buying Fanta.

But, okay, the bottle's open. Cap ripped off in confusion, because I didn't understand the concept at first. And I pour myself a glass, thinking about Grandma, and how she would always keep one bottle of Coca Cola, Fanta, Sprite, and Cassis, along with a myriad of fruit containing mason jars at perfect temperature in her basement. Those, for her grandkids. And, then, loads and loads of beer, for her kids. Grandpa had nothing to say about it.

He wouldn't either, because that's where she kept his Sunday pudding to thicken. Vanilla, semolina, rum raisin, and bittersweet cookies, alternating.

But I digress, envious as I am of my grandpa, and loving as I am of my grandma, due to my nostalgic nature.

What I am trying to say is:

Fanta was a gesture of love. Part of a holy quadrupity, adhering to all of my grandma's grandchildren's preferences. I'm talking about sodas, now, but it was the same for hearty and sweet snacks, and treats. Literally, all were present in my grandparents's basement. And I want to relive my grandma's love for me.

I get piss. A bland memory. Drunk once before, and processed through the human body. Expelled from it. And, then, watered down, to half-way meet the standard some health-life zealot set as a mean they would never come to greet, as the beverage in question is Fanta.

It's Fanta.

As soon as I pick that bottle I have made a decision. My decision is an unhealthy, sugary drink, that gives a rather intense, yet still little sweet, orangy kick to my palate.

And, in a sense, I want it to eat away at my enamel, and go straight to my thighs, and cause heart palpitations, or whatever it does when consumed in excessive amounts, because that's not how I am going to consume it. However, that's what makes its taste great, and it is a flavour I will taste rarely.

This condescension angers me.

Then again, there are, apparently, vast amounts of people who cannot be trusted with returning caps on bottles. Agents of chaos, or the kind of idiots that cannot be trusted to live, walking around without wearing headphones continuously playing an audio message, wherein a kinder voice than mine says:

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Me? All I want is choice.

I run the tap if I want a healthy drink.

And I drive to Germany when I want a Fanta, because that's where they still keep the real shit.

[chaletnz]

Ecuador: Mitad del Mundo

I waited about 20-30 minutes for the guide Javier to show up with the driver Jorge, and another guest, Domingo. We got settled in the car and drove 30-40 minutes to Mitad del Mundo and on the way Javier explained everything we needed to know about the equator in both English and Spanish. The latitude at the equator is 0,0,0 where the northern hemisphere meets the southern hemisphere. “Qui” means middle in their native language which is how Quito got its name but Javier said that you would find “Qui” in other place names in the area. Due to the position, centrifugal forces are at play and push outwards towards either pole so there are no hurricanes, cyclones, or tornados at this latitude. The only natural disaster risks would be earthquakes and volcanoes from movement in the tectonic plates. There are also no seasons here since the weather is mostly the same the entire year round. There is a wet and dry season but the temperature is the same all year. At this latitude there are no longer or shorter days, every day is exactly the same length, and there is no solstice or equinox. In March and September around noon there is no shadow at all as the sun is directly above the equator at that time of year. The elevation is around 7,000 feet in Quito and there is a lesser resistance to gravity which means at the equator you weigh about 1kg less than normal.

Inside the visitor area of Mitad del Mundo there were some museums and shops and the main monument to the equator with a line painted all the way through representing the northern and southern hemispheres. Javier invited us to do a photo shoot with the monument and showed us how an egg can be balanced on a nail due to the centrifugal forces. We then had about an hour of free time to explore the area, I visited some of the souvenir shops which had some good quality stuff unlike Colombia! I finally found some really nice postcards and got a stamp in my passport from Mitad del Mundo. I tried the helados de paila, ice cream made in the old fashioned style in a large dish inside an ice bucket, and chose the coconut and rum raisin flavours which were delicious. While we waited for Domingo to get back to the meeting point I hopped on the wifi and found that Ecuadorhop had cancelled my entire trip that was due to pick me up tomorrow morning at 6am. I explained this to Javier and on the drive back to Quito he was on the phone calling around to various people he knew to enquire about private drivers and rental car companies that could help me follow my itinerary. The private driver would be $190 for the 2 days, from Quito to Quilotoa, and then on to Baños. If I wanted to rent a car he said it would be $45 per day which seemed reasonable however when he requested the total with taxes and insurance and upgrade to an automatic vehicle he said it would be $145 which was a bit much. Defeated, I was leaning towards accepting Javier’s suggestion to skip Quilotoa and go straight to Baños on the public bus. After they dropped me off back at the meeting point, I walked to the metro to take the train back downtown and realised that I had no small bills left, only a $10 and $20. I wondered what would happen when I tried to buy a 45c ticket with a $10 bill when it occurred to me - the decoy wallet! For safety, I had a cheap wallet with a few expired travel cards and small bills that I could throw at anyone who attempted to rob/attack me. I used the saviour $1 bill to get my ticket and squeezed myself into a completely full carriage. I actually heard someone in the mass of people say “sardines”. Someone farted. There was no air conditioning and it was so hot inside. This was by far the busiest, most uncomfortable train I’d ever been on. I started out being crammed against the door, then as we headed south I was gradually pushed into the middle as people got off and on around me. After a sweaty eternity I arrived in San Francisco station and plunged onto the platform to breathe normally at last. Back at the hostel I got on the wifi and cancelled the Quilotoa hotel for tomorrow and sent them an apology email explaining that this was Ecuadorhop’s fault. I extended my stay in Quito for one more night and Grace, the receptionist, was so nice about it all. She also told me I’d have the room to myself again as those people who arrived this morning ended up taking a shower and flooding the whole room (except for my bed/locker area luckily) so they were moved to another room. I redeemed my voucher for a free welcome drink at the bar which was a delicious (hot) alcoholic drink traditional to Ecuador called canelazo. I ordered a plate of bacon cheese fries just for the ease of not having to go anywhere else to get some food and they were fairly average but good enough to attract the little ginger hostel cat to sit and meow near me!

[weewoow-20706030]

The batfams favourite icecream flavours because I'm always right.

Bruce: mint choc chip or vanilla. Vanilla is very versatile and sometimes having something sweet and plain is enjoyable. And mint choc chip cus of the ✨vibes✨

Dick: Rainbow, or, if he is feeling especially grown up, new York cheesecake. But his go to is always the most colourful, if they don't have rainbow? Cotton candy or boysenberry swirl.

Jason: rum and raisin. Why? The vibe.

Tim: Vanilla, mint choc chip or hokey pokey. Same as Bruce. They bond over it. Sometimes Bruce would just buy mint choc ice cream so no one else can have it, but he ends up sharing it with Tim.

Damian: 'I don't eat that filth' <strawberry

[ask-karlachbear]

"oh yes! We have chocolate chip, banana, pecan, raisin, mint, apple, oat..." 150 brands later, "and if you buy them all, you will be doing the Baldurian service of donating to one of our charities, 'think of the orphans!' See... I'm an orphan.. but I'm at least one of the lucky ones... There's this kid back at the orphanage named Timmy, he was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning, he breaks his legs, every afternoon, he breaks his arms... He'd lie in agony until his heart attacks put him to sleep. So please.. won't you purchase all 150 brands for the small price of 350 gold?"

Karlach grins as the scout tells her the list of flavours, she starts to get concerned around the 70th, but nevertheless she seems eager to make her pick.

When the kid mentions the Orphan that always gets hurt she cant help but feel a tinge of sadness

"Mh let me check if i have enough, or.. I'll do you one better" She though. "I will get them, I'll pay what i can and then you can go to @askastarion and tell him I sent you to collect the rest" she smiled. "He will be happy to compensate for me"

[blue-aconite]

Okay, Fe.... Can you do HCs for all the daggers favorite ice cream flavors and why they love them?

(My favorite color is green, and my favorite TGM quote is from Cyclone: I never want to see that shit again. 😆)

Emily! This was a tough question! Since I'm not an ice cream eater myself, I had to do some research and consult. Thank you so much for participating in my birthday celebration!

As promised, here's your banner! I hope you like it!

Hangman: Jake’s favourite ice cream flavour is Mango Raspberry Sorbet and Pistachio ice cream. His aunt would always buy him a Mango Raspberry when they spent time together when he was a kid. She was diagnosed with cancer when Jake was 13 and once a week he brought her a Mango Raspberry ice pop while she was in the hospital. When she passed, he stopped eating anything resembling the flavour and discovered Pistachio instead. A few years after his aunt’s death, he started eating Mango Raspberry again, to remember her. He always keep a tub of both in the freezer. 

Rooster: Bradley’s favourite is plain Chocolate. When Nick and Pete was home together, they always took little Bradley out for ice cream, even though he was too young to appreciate it. However, chocolate was Nick’s favourite, so now it’s Bradley’s favourite. Carole always made sure to have chocolate ice cream at home for when Bradley was sad and missed his dad. When Maverick was home and visiting, he always made sure he and Bradley had an ice cream date planned. Even after Caroled passed and he fell out with Mav, he made sure to eat it once a month, as a tribute to the people in his life, even though they weren’t with him anymore. 

Bob: Bob’s favourite is Cherry ice cream. His grandparents had this huge cherry tree in their backyard, he used to climb it as a kid, and his grandmother would always make homemade cherry ice cream for him and his siblings. It was the highlight of the family dinners. The store brands are good but have nothing on Nana's ice cream. She still makes it for him when he goes home to visit. She’s also taught him and his siblings to make it. 

Coyote: Javy’s favourite is Banana flavoured ice cream. He ran track as a kid and his mom would always pack bananas for him as a snack. It quickly became his favourite fruit and transferred onto his ice cream preferences. His mother also makes a fantastic banana cake that he likes to eat with banana flavoured ice cream. 

Phoenix: She doesn’t eat ice cream. She prefers ice pops instead and for those her favourite flavour is Peach. She always found ice cream too cold and sticky as a kid, so she never ate it. If offered, she will eat it but prefers not to. Her parents argued that ice pops are also cold but she never budged on the subject. 

Fanboy: Mickey’s favourite flavour is Superman. No surprise there. He had it for the first time when visiting Disney World as a kid and he fell in love. Typically he will eat any kind of ice cream offered to him but Superman is his absolute favourite. He has it each year for his birthday. And if it helped him gain his callsign, well, who is he to complain?

Payback: Reuben’s favourite ice cream flavour is Butter Pecan. He didn’t eat a lot of ice cream as a kid and if he did, it was always the most common flavours, vanilla, strawberry etc. He first tried Butter Pecan when travelling with his lacrosse team for the state championship and was immediately hooked. And when his team won, he decided it was his lucky flavour. 

Bonus - Maverick: Pete’s favourite flavour is Rum Raisin. His grandma always had it at home, so he grew up eating it. Nick and Carole never understood why he liked it and when he said the flavour reminded him of home, they dropped the conversation. Bradley hates it and constantly makes fun of Mav for liking it. Bonus - Cyclone: Beau enjoys Mint Chocolate Chip. A controversial option of course but he finds the taste pleasant. His wife makes the most delicious mint chocolate chip cookies and when she brought him that on their second date, the flavour became a favourite of his. So when he then had the same flavour but ice cream, he fell in love.

[zoffoods]

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Enhances the taste of pizzas, pasta, and snacks

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Experience the authentic taste of pure, high-quality dry fruits. Enjoy the rich nutrition of Indian dry fruits, sourced from the best farms across India. Packed with essential vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants, they boost immunity and overall health. These dry fruits include almonds, cashews, raisins, and pistachios, perfect for snacking or adding to desserts. Naturally processed, they retain their crunch, flavour, and nutrients.

Elevate Your Pizzas with Italian Flavours

Give your homemade and restaurant pizzas an authentic Italian touch with pizza seasoning oregano. This aromatic blend of oregano, basil, and spices enhances flavour and adds a delightful taste. Made from high-quality, dried herbs, it offers a fresh and rich aroma in every sprinkle. It pairs well with pizza, pasta, soups, and roasted dishes. Free from artificial preservatives, it ensures pure and natural taste. Its long shelf life keeps it fresh and ready to use.

Made from fresh, high-quality, dried herbs

Ideal for pizza, pasta, soups, and roasted dishes

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Buy premium dry fruits wholesale and get the best quality almonds, cashews, raisins, and walnuts at competitive prices. Perfect for businesses, retailers, and bulk buyers, these dry fruits are sourced from the best farms. Packed with essential nutrients, they support a healthy lifestyle. The airtight packaging ensures long-lasting freshness and crisp texture. Ideal for gifting, snacking, and adding to recipes. Enjoy wholesale rates without compromising on quality.

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Get farm-fresh, natural spices at competitive prices. As leading spices suppliers in India, we offer high-quality, authentic spices sourced directly from farmers. Our wide range includes turmeric, cumin, coriander, and cardamom, ideal for home and commercial use. Ideal for enhancing Indian and international cuisines.

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Free from artificial colours and preservatives, it provides pure, natural taste. Packed in airtight containers, it maintains its freshness and aroma. Enjoy restaurant-style peri peri flavour at home. Add a bold, spicy twist to your meals with peri peri powder, perfect for seasoning meats, fries, and snacks. Made from sun-dried red chillies and exotic spices, it delivers a fiery, tangy flavour.

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Upgrade your snack game with flavoured makhana, a healthy and delicious alternative to traditional snacks. Roasted to perfection and coated in savoury and spicy flavours, it’s a guilt-free treat. Rich in protein, calcium, and antioxidants, it supports heart and digestive health. Light and crunchy, it’s perfect for all-day snacking. Free from artificial flavours and preservatives, it ensures pure taste. Ideal for weight watchers and fitness enthusiasts.

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Whole Spices for Authentic Indian Cooking

Stock up on khade masale, the finest whole spices for rich and aromatic Indian dishes. This collection includes cardamom, cloves, black pepper, and star anise, essential for curries, biryanis, and masalas. Naturally dried and processed, they retain their full flavour and essential oils. Free from artificial preservatives, they ensure purity and freshness. Suitable for home cooking and commercial kitchens, they enhance every dish.

Conclusion: Enhance your meals with the finest spices, dry fruits, and seasonings for rich flavour and quality. Experience the true taste of authenticity in every bite. Whether you’re cooking traditional dishes or experimenting with new flavours, our premium products bring out the best in every recipe.

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Buy Raisins Online In India | Mevabite

Buy excellent raisins from Mevabite online in India and savour their rich, sweet flavour. Indulge your desires effortlessly!

Buy Raisins Online in India

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I hope you're happy. I hope you find happiness. I hope you are loved for who you really are. I'm glad you found someone that can be that for you. I am. I mean it. At the same time I'm hurt. I feel lied to. I could see the connection. I wasn't blind.

I wish you didn't hide yourself. Wish you were just honest with me. More so. Why mask a part of yourself? I never asked. If you would think I wouldn't want that side of you, then why-.. why? haa... I now feel like when I asked you for reassurance that it was just pretty little lies to make me feel better. to keep me there... Part of me wants you to feel bad but that's shitty. I don't actually want that. I'm just hurt. I do hope this lasts for you. I hope you get everything you want and more. I'm just- haa.. why? Today's flavour: The sign reads "Chocolate Chip Cookies" but then you buy and take a bite and it's oatmeal raisin and black licorice. Hah. Written 1/5/25

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Discover Superfruit Benefits: Goji Berries for Nutrient-Rich Snacking and Healthful Additions

Goji Berries

Try our 100g Dried Goji Berries Herbal Tea and delve into the wonderful realm of herbal infusions. This tea, crafted from the lively Wolfberry, also known as Lycium Barbarum, is an ode to time-honored customs and the healing power of nature. Each fruit in this tea imparts a hint of taste and vigor, making it an ideal choice for anyone looking to incorporate a nutritious and tasty element into their diet. An Old-Fashioned Berry Goji berries, often called wolfberries or Ky Tu Do, are a type of vibrant orange-red berry that has a long history of veneration in China due to the belief that it may extend life expectancy and improve overall health. These dried berries are an interesting complement to both sweet and savory foods because to their distinctive flavor, which is similar to that of sour cherries or cranberries. Adaptable and Delicious The flavor of our Goji Berry Tea is pure and unadulterated. It has several uses and is good for you. Dried goji berries are versatile, like raisins, and may be used in many different dishes. These berries are beautiful and versatile; you can use them to make tea taste better or add them to your baked goods. Benefits for Your Health in Every Glass Goji berries have a reputation for being good for you, and not only because of how delicious they are. They aid with weight control, improved skin health, reduced stress, energy balance, and immunity due to their high vitamin. Improving your health in this way is completely natural. Essential Elements for a Delicious Adventure Fruits Packed with Nutrients: Our Goji Berries are a great way to boost your energy and general health because they are full of antioxidants and vitamins. Versatile Use: Great for cooking, baking, or simply sipping as a tea to enhance your meals with a natural twist. Supplement for Optimal Health: Helps alleviate stress, boost the immune system, and maintain healthy skin. Weight control and Energy Stability: Helps keep energy levels stable and promotes healthy weight control. Satisfying Goji Berry Flavour: Authentic, additive-free goji berry flavor is yours to enjoy. Finally, if you're looking for a herbal tea that's both tasty and good for you, try our 100g Dried Goji Berries Herbal Tea. These goji berries are an excellent option for a naturally sweet, nutritious, and savory addition to your everyday regimen, whether you like to drink them as a tea or include them into other recipes.

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Everyone’s seen Willy Wonkas inventions haven’t they… the Everlasting Gob stoppers that taste like a Sunday roast, the Wonka Chocolate Bars well willy wonka has now hit California in the role of Plant Breeders and Charlie and the chocolate factory comes to life Plant Breeders in California have created a natural grape that tastes like everyone’s favorite fairground treat CandyFloss This natural grape has not been cloned or genetically engineered with artificial flavors. There has been two combined grape species that has been grown and ripened together that now tastes like the pink fluffy cotton candy treat. Where to buy some When you first chew the grape and it pops open in your mouth with juice squirting out it gives you a rush taste of the much loved treat at the fair, cotton candy. The grapes are available in the UK in Asda, Sainsbury’s and M&S. A horticulturalist Mr D. Cain wants to bring back the true natural flavour of grapes, he feels that over the time and the growing and shipping process they have begun to lose their taste, however with new innovative grapes could people begin to prefer flavoured grapes to natural ones?? There is an array of different fruits available in store especially when it comes to apples with over 10 different types offered to consumer’s including pink lady, braeburn and fuji apples. The farms that grow grapes now want to offer people a higher selection of grapes in a hope that more people start to buy and eat them as part of a healthier diet. Most people complain that healthy food doesn’t taste as good as the sugary food even though it’s good for you whereas these grapes are full of the goodness and the flavour that everyone likes. The grapes do have around 10% more sugar than regular grapes but still a lot less than other fruit such ass raisins. Where Charlie and the chocolate factory comes to life The candyfloss flavoured grape farm in the US has increased from 2 acres to 100 acres with plans to increase to 200 acres in the next year this is due to the popularity and high demand. The creator of the candyfloss flavoured grape said that it took him hundreds of tests and attempt’s before he finally found that flavour. Mr Cain said that the whole process takes anything from 6 to 15 years to create and find. He has no intention at stopping at this flavour and wants to create a number of different flavours of grapes in the future. Read the full article