#nuts & biscuits

[fullcravings]

Irene’s Cretan Biscuits (Greek Almond Cookies)

[vegan-nom-noms]

Cat Black Cocoa Cookies

[everythingwithwasabi]

No-Bake Chocolate Bar

[blossoms-phan]

this is going to make me sound so insane and parasocial but my family used to live in the uk and sometimes I really miss specific things like the food/snacks/gen grocery stuff bc it’s still pretty familiar to me so sometimes I’ll just go on the tesco website and browse like im doing my normal grocery shopping and think “hm I wonder what dnp buy on the regular”

[microsoftoutlook]

matt talking about drinking fucking olive oil in an effort to gain weight #skinnylegend #againstallodds #fuckbluelives

[insanebiscuitz]

Hatty hattington has me on a chokehold to the point i just start kicking my legs and giggling whenever i think of him. 😗

He makes me ILLLLLLL

[fallandfloat]

I had a mildly unoriginal not-shower, shower thought:

If you are mentally ill and also queer

You’re a fruit and nut💀

[certifiedceliac]

Easy Gluten Free Chocolate Biscuits (via Fearless Dining)

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Okay i NEARLY cum to your Human Incubators fic, and it was my own dang fault i didn't. I was holding myself back since I didn't wanna cum too soon, because I was really into the story and I lose interest in sexy stuff the moment I climax, but then I had suddenly reached the Notes and there was no more chapters. :'( So yeah, I blame no one but myself, and I'm hoping you will find the inspiration to add more to that story. You have no idea how picky I am when it comes to alien breeding kinks and you have a GIFT! Thank you.

I'm so sorry, but the funny thing is I kinda did the same thing to myself. The way I write is to go through a planning, summarizing, rough draft, then final draft (skipping some steps from time to time). I had written the planning stage a week prior and thought I planned out the whole thing. What you read was my immediate final draft straight from my mind dome and I was all ready to write Stage 2 until I was jumpscared by the fact I didn't actually finish my planning stage.

I decided to post it with the plan of finishing things, but I got hit by schoolwork and hormones (tangent, but when I say I stop getting horny I mean I might as well by rubbing my elbow for how unsensitive I get in these periods).

I'm hoping to continue my horny writing over the summer since I only have one class. Maybe you'll get that second chapter ;3

[kawaii-foodie]

atelier.ladouceur

[fullcravings]

Pumpkin Biscuit Bake

[vegan-nom-noms]

Apple Pie Cookies

[everythingwithwasabi]

Cookie Brownie Bar

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

One of the many, many reasons I love Blade Runner is that it doesn't have this Big Epic Final Fight you've come to expect from literally any action film ever.

There's just Deckart and Roy - all others are dead, or not here - and it's just them and one was supposed to kill the other and has become the hunted.

Our main hero protagonist is at the end, he's beaten down, he's at the brink of death, he can barely still walk and is just fleeing as far as he can, as long as he can, and he won't be able to go on much longer and there's really only so far he can run before he's inevitably caught. There's no last minute saviour, no sudden burst of strength, no last attempt to fight. He's terrified. He's running, limping, for just a few seconds more.

And the antagonist - the one who was supposed to be killed, the one who was supposed to be sub-human and is living his life as a slave, in fear - he's going mad. He barely ever had anything, and he lost the few others he had - the only ones who understood when the world was against them. He has only minutes to live, minutes that not even his creator - his god, almost - could drag out, a human god who died by his bare hands. There's nothing left to lose and nothing left to do, but there's the person who hunted him down like a machine or an animal that's one rogue, the one supposed to kill him, entirely at his mercy.

And then they're on that roof, and I don't know what Roy might think, but I know Deckart was done with his life. I know he was convinced he'd die right here - that both of them would die on this roof in the rain.

And when Roy pulls him up? There has to be an explanation. Surely he'll kill him now. What else could he possibly want?

But Roy isn't out for revenge anymore. For as little as he's lived, he's seen so incredibly much. And he knows there isn't anything to be done. He'll die, he'll be forgotten, just another rogue replicant - like moments in time, like tears in rain.

"Time to die." No sadness, no anger, nothing. There's nothing more to it, not anymore. It's a fact.

It's when he's free for the first time.

He's no longer living in fear. He died on his own terms. He's as free as he could ever be, in the only way that was ever even a possibility. And as he dies, as he no longer lives as a slave, that white dove flies away through the rain - a symbol of freedom, finally let go.

And Deckart is left alone on that roof, bleeding, his hand broken, exhausted, still not quite away from the brink of death he's been limping along for the last, what, minutes? (How long was it? Can't have been long. But it sure felt endless.)

There's no winner. No one has been defeated, either. There's just one who died, as he was always meant to, and one who lived, but his world might be in shambles.

What is life worth when you're just waiting for death? Is it freedom when you can never settle down? Could there ever be a different ending?

Also I'm going absolutely insane over the white dove which is a symbol for freedom btw like DAMN!!!!!!! IMPLICATIONS!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

[autistickaitovocaloid]

Making anzac biscuits because we have so many fucking oats in this house.

[tired-biscuit]

i’d be upset and turned on at the same time if kiba used his big boy voice whenever he’d get mad at me, lol

tears in my eyes because “i didnt mean to make you angry im sorry” but my body is not getting the memo that this is serious and starts heating up while my pussy starts getting wet..

and kiba..oh kiba with his hounddog nose who can smell the fear and upset but most importantly the arousal

kiba who wants to smirk meanly but instead starts getting more growly and smells more and finally, finally acknowledges it but he has to be mean, because he’s not kiba if he isnt

anon, you get it... you get him.

i think he talks you through it but comes across as condescending sometimes; especially when you’re completely fucked out and are just moaning and gasping and whimpering, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum; don’t stop… please, please, please”

and he just does that breathless little, “yeah?” just so he can mock you a little bit.