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Chateau Barbot-Gallet: Perfect Place to Find the Premium Red Wine in India

When you say "Bordeaux," you probably think of vast, breathtakingly exquisite château and insanely costly bottles of red wine. Can we find suchpremium wine in India? The answer is yes. Château Barbot-Gallet. Brings you the finestbordeaux wine in India. Before purchasing the wine, you should study more about it.

What is Bordeaux wine?

Bordeaux is a type of wine made in Bordeaux, France. To the north of the city, the Bordeaux River joins the Garonne, forming the Gironde estuary; the Gironde department, with a total vineyard’s territory of 110,800 hectares, is France's second largest wine-growing region after Languedoc-Roussillon.

What is the origin of Bordeaux wine?

Bordeaux and its wines have been internationally recognized since their inception. The ancient Romans, as so frequently were the first to plant grapes, most likely in the very first century BC. Bordeaux wines gained popularity over the centuries; from 1152 to the mid-fourteenth era, the major Bordeaux ports were under English control. Privileges were extended to the city's outskirts, where the majority of the vineyard were planted, allowing their goods to be processed ahead of other wines going through Bordeaux's port. This provided them a huge advantage in international markets; bottles of Bordeaux wine can now be found all over the world, from Beijing to New York. Now you can find this Premium red wine in India.

They have captivated the palates of centuries of wine enthusiasts, and their names are famous. It's no surprise that Bordeaux is regarded as a wine tourism Mecca among sophisticated oenophiles. Every year, many travelers go to this part of France, hoping to catch a peek of their favorite château and purchase some bottles to take home. However, Chateau Borbot-Gallet can deliver this excellent redfrench wine in India.

Thinking About Purchasing Bordeaux Wine in India?

Bordeaux is far more than just wine. It is an interwoven universe of interests dedicated to producing the world's best red and white wines. A force of farmers, producers, researchers, cellars masters, owners, worldwide investors, and advisors devote their lives to turning grapes into delicious wine. Wine itself provides joy, and the money —are the primary objective of this never-ending effort and attention.

What makes Chateau Barbot-Gallet Wines unique?

Bordeaux produces more than 90% of its red wines from Merlot, Cabernet Franc, and Cabernet Sauvignon. Chateau Borbot-Gallet’s Wine are made of: 

Merlot -80%

Our Merlot grapes, known for their velvety texture and rich fruit flavours, contribute to our wines' elegance and smoothness. This dominant type is at the heart of our mixes, providing richness and depth.

Cabernet Franc -15%

Cabernet Franc adds a touch of elegance to our blends by providing delicate herbal flavors and contributing to their overall richness. This cultivar improves the aromatic profile, adding subtle layers of flavor that complement the other grapes.

Cabernet Sauvignon -5%

Cabernet Sauvignon's powerful and robust nature improves the structure and age ability of our wines. This grape variety, known for its powerful tannins and deep color, lends intensity and longevity to our wines, allowing them to be enjoyed for many years.

This wine has a burgundy hue. The nose is very expressive, with notes of red currant and wild strawberry. On the palette, it has a pleasant balance with a peppery note that compliments the fruit. The wine is underpinned by subtle, exquisite tannins that add to its overall fineness.

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Honey, I'm Home || For The Right Man

Fandom: The Last of Us Pairing: Joel Miller x Trad Wife!Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings:  dom!Joel, sub!reader, rich!reader, master/slave dynamics, name calling (slut, cunt, whore, fucktoy, bitch-- it can't get worse folks), use of honorifics for Joel (Sir, Daddy, Master-- a hattrick!) Joel keeps reader in check, domesticity kink, mention of exhibitionism, boot humping, boot worship, collar and leash, chastity belt, mention of anal, use of buttplug, objectification, dehumanization, crawling, facefucking, kicking, cockwarming. (I think I got everything but lmk if I missed stuff) Word count: 4.8k Summary: Joel comes home to freshly baked dessert and a good little wife eager to serve in every way possible A/N: Look, don't be a trad wife irl. It's nothing like this. It's dangerous and will tire you out in the worst way possible. Remember this kind of Joel Miller is tragically not real. Heed the warnings.

You swiped a finger on the inside of the glass bowl, free to lick up the leftover brownie batter now that it was baking in the oven. You looked over at the clock, disappointed to see that it hadn’t moved even a little since the last time you looked.

You were still getting used to it, being home all the time. Being a housewife wasn’t something you thought you’d ever do. You hit the ground running after graduation, climbing the corporate ladder and making more money than you knew what to do with. After reaching the top and buying everything you could ever dream of and more, life got quite boring. Nothing brought joy or satisfaction anymore. Many a therapist and mental breakdowns later, you decided that you were done. Unable to bear the boredom of your career, quit your job and moved to one of your properties in Texas. 

That was when Joel Miller walked into your life. Or rather you called him into your life after seeing his number on a pamphlet. Miller Constructions. Tall, gruff, muscular as hell and all southern gentlemanly, he had your attention from the very first day. Miller Constructions was only a local business that he ran with his little brother. But he had good reviews online and your own neighbor’s kitchen renovation was a testimony to Miller Construction’s quality work.

With no job or entertainment, you’d set your eyes on the handsome contractor. As he stripped his shirt, arm muscles bulging in his white vest, you sat on your couch with a book open and watched to your heart’s content. But if anyone asked you the names of the characters in the book, you would draw a blank.

One thing led to another and a few years later you were in the bedroom of the house he renovated for you, wearing his ring and getting ready in front of the dressing table he built you from scratch. You stood bare in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but the steel collar with his name engraved and matching chastity belt he kept you locked in when he was away. It was a reminder of the kind of life you’d built together, of the role you’d readily accepted in your home.

You went through your extensive lingerie collection, all chosen to surprise him and make you feel beautiful. You took a sip from your glass of wine and set it down carefully on the dressing table before reaching for something you hadn’t worn in a little while. A bright red set that drove him fucking insane when you first wore it. It was from last year’s Valentine’s Day and you’d taken him to a restaurant, private booking with just you and Joel dining there for the night. It was expensive as hell but you had cash to throw away and it was worth it for his reaction. 

Once dinner had been served and the waitstaff left, you took your coat off to reveal that you’d been practically naked underneath. The lingerie set was a corset top, strapless with your tits almost falling out and the back open in a heart shape. The corset boning was covered in bright red silk, standing out against the soft sheer lace around it. 

Heat rushed to your cheeks when memories of the night flooded your mind. It hadn’t taken him long to forget the fancy food, bend you over the table and have his fill of your cunt. When he got close, he put you on your knees and came on your face, marking you as his. For the rest of dinner, you wore him on your face, eating all the courses of the meal and talking to him casually about everything under the sun like it was normal. 

A second wear of the lingerie set could only lead to another amazing night of debauchery. You grabbed the matching lace panties and slipped it on over your belt, the pair a skimpy one with too little fabric to cover up the essentials. You put the corset on next, struggling just a little to lace it up all by yourself but managing nevertheless. A pair of sheer black stockings, red lips, red bottomed Louboutins and your look was complete. 

He didn’t care much about makeup. The man couldn’t even tell you were wearing seven different products on your face the first few times. But he always noticed a red lip. Always liked having the visual of bright painted lips stretch around his impressive girth. 

Your stilettos clicked against the hardwood floor as you turned in front of the mirror, checking your appearance from every angle to make sure you looked your best. You could greet him in your old university tee and a pair of shorts with your hair up in a bun and he’d still gather you in his arms and kiss you senseless when he came home. 

But you liked going the extra mile for him every now and then. Be something soft, pretty and pliant to come home to after long days of hard labor under the sun and idiot subcontractors who got on his nerves.

Just as you’d sliced the brownies and left them on a wire rack to cool, you heard his truck pull up into the driveway. You sprinted to the door as fast as you could in your impractical shoes and took your position at the door. A wide smile plastered on your lips and your thighs rubbing against each other in a pavlovian response to his arrival. 

Joel’s eyes brightened when you opened the door and he laid his eyes on you. “Goddamn, honey… Gonna give me a heart attack one of these days,” he said, wasting no time in wrapping a muscular arm around your waist and pulling you into a kiss. You relaxed in his embrace, moaning softly when he caressed your bottom in his large hand. He threaded his fingers through your hair, keeping you flush against his chest as he tasted you. You heard him kick the door close, chills running through you as you realized you’d been on display to the entire neighborhood all this while. 

You were the first to pull away, breathless from his kiss. Yet you stayed close, his nose brushing against yours and his warm breath kissing your cheek. You sighed, taking in his heady scent of sweat, his cologne, and wood shavings. The thing that screamed Man, Man, Man. The thing that had you begging to suck his cock every evening when he was only your contractor.

He hung his truck keys on the hook by the door and picked up the leather leash that hung from the hook right next to it. He hooked the metal end of it to the ring on your collar and tugged you forward, making you giggle as you crashed into his chest. 

You unbuttoned the first button of his flannel and licked your lips when you saw his chest, tan and marked by little brown spots from the treacherous sun that couldn’t help but kiss him. You staked your claim with a kiss on his chest and licked your lips, the salty taste of his skin enticing you even more. No matter how many times you had him, you felt the same excitement that you did the first time you submitted to him. That Friday night when he stayed longer than usual to finish retiling your bathroom so it’d be ready for the party you were throwing the week after.

“I missed you so much, baby,” you confessed, looking up at him from his chest. He was handsome as hell with his soft curls, beautiful brown eyes, kissable lips, and patchy beard. Before him, you had a preference for men with full beards. But you liked Joel’s better now. Especially the little heart shaped patch where hair refused to grow. 

“Missed you too, darlin’. Get on your knees now,” he said, tugging you down by your leash. You sunk down to your knees and looked up at him, heart swelling with joy at the view you had of him. He was handsome from every angle, but fuck he looked powerful towering over you like a God. 

“House smells real good. You bake for me again?” He asked, petting your head just as gently as the tone of his voice.

“Mhmm,” you hummed as you wrapped your arms around his leg and pressed your cheek to his knee. It was all the satisfaction you never got at the job you quit. 

“Sweet little wife, working so hard for me huh?” 

“Mhmm. Heated up the leftovers from last night but I wanted to make something new too. Knew you’d need something nice to come home to, Daddy.” He never demanded anything of you despite the absolute power you handed him. He ate what you gave, whether it was good or not, whether you cooked or ordered take out. It only deepened your need to serve him. 

As you already had leftovers for dinner, you decided to bake instead. A good thing that came out of the expensive baking classes you took. You liked sending the remaining dessert with him to work where he proudly distributed them. 

He’d never tell you, but you knew he got off on it. His staff knew you, the boss’ sweet wife who cooked the most delicious things. You played it up when they were around— when they came by for signatures, when you visited his worksites with his lunch. You giggled more for him, touched his arms and smiled adoringly. You dressed provocatively- low cut tops that showed your cleavage, tight jeans that hugged your ass, skirts that were too short ro bend in. 

“Come home to you everyday, don’t I? My everythin’ nice.” 

“Shut up,” you muttered, a shy smile fighting to surface despite your best efforts. 

“That how you speak to your husband?” He asked, leading you to the dinner table you’d arranged with plates, cutlery, artfully folded napkins, and the flowers from him. You crawled beside him, enjoying the discomfort in your permanently bruised knees. He took a seat and you knelt next to him, pussy already slick as he tethered the leash to the table he made to accommodate it. 

“I don’t know, Joel. Maybe you should do something about it if you don’t like it. Can’t just leave your wife at home and expect nothing to change. You need to maintain her.” 

“Maintenance, huh?” He snorted, tugging you close by your collar and kissing you. He held you in place with a firm hand right underneath your collar, his grip on your throat reinforcing his ownership over you. 

“Turn around, let me see what’s mine,” he said, patting your cheek twice. You obeyed, turning around on your knees and bending over to have your face down and ass up. 

He pushed your panties aside and you rolled your ass in the air so the jewel lodged in your hole glinted bright. He gripped it, coaxing it out gently before pushing it right back in. You whimpered, pressing your cheek to the floor and looking back at him as he played with you. He thrust the plug in and out, his devilish eyes giving away just how much he enjoyed debauching you. He liked the contradictions in you. The good little wife who stayed home and cooked and cleaned. But also his filthy little whore that stretched her ass to take his cock. 

“Kept it in all day, baby?” he asked, pressing on the plug.

“Yeah, Daddy…” you said, looking away at the grains on the wood flooring as you smiled. 

“Good girl,” he said, patting your ass once again before letting your panties snap back in place. Your smile widened, proud that you’d done a good job.

You’d never taken a man in your ass. Not that none had asked before Joel. Some even tried to force themselves in, pretending it was accidental when you yelled at them. The thought of a cock there, where it wasn’t meant to be, where it would be at least a bit painful… It scared you. Your boyfriends and one night stands had no incentive to be good to you. But it was different with Joel. He was your Master and you trusted he wouldn’t do anything to damage his property. 

You were his in every way but you needed him to take more. To have a part of your body that wasn’t meant for fucking trained to take his cock… For every inch of your body to be transformed into a plaything for him. It was the utter, complete submission you craved. 

“So proud of you,” he said, turning you around to face him. He bent down, staying close so you could feel his warm breath as he spoke to you. He kissed behind your ear where he knew you to be sensitive, making you shudder in response. 

“Need to stretch it out good so when I take your ass one day, I won’t split ya’ open.” 

You whimpered, cunt clenching as his words morphed into images in your mind’s eye. 

He served himself dinner, heaping enough on his plate for the both of you. The gentleman that he was, he fed you first. You were his bitch at his feet, being fed and pet, but you were still a typical husband and wife sharing stories of each other’s day. 

You asked him about his day and he vented about some idiot using the wrong setting and overheating a drill bit so much it snapped. He asked about your book club and complimented the meal even though he’d already praised you for it last night.

He rinsed the dishes and set them in the racks to dry while you went upstairs to fetch his fresh boots. The nice soft ones he never wore outside and sanitized thoroughly after each use. You placed them by the coffee table, your eyes connecting with his as you did. He smiled and returned to the dishes, a knowing look in his eyes. 

You headed to the mini bar to prepare drinks. Joel’s drink never needed preparation- just a whiskey, neat. But you liked something fun every night courtesy of your newfound interest in mixology. 

⌘⌘⌘

Joel reached into his shirt and pulled out his chain. It was one of your first presents to him. It was gold and had him stuttering his words when he got it. 

He was not used to having a rich girlfriend. He’d always dated within his economic group. No surprise since not a lot of rich women liked contractors without a higher education. And as a traditional southern man, he liked to be the one to buy gifts for his woman. Liked to provide, to take care of his people. It took time to adjust to having a woman who liked just as much to buy him stuff and take care of him with meals and massages. One who took spontaneous trips to his worksites just to give him a bottle of homemade lemonade when he most needed it. 

Care was a one way street for him. But with you, he learned to accept some care for himself. It began with you cooking meals for him when he renovated your home. It wasn’t the most delicious. You had no experience cooking back then, but he was completely taken by the care you showed him. Just a man she hired. You had too many rooms in your fancy mansion to do shit like that. 

Quickly it had become routine. You spoke to each other about your lives. He told you about starting work straight outta high school after his parents’ death and he learned why you’d moved to Austin. The more days he spent renovating your house the less it felt like work. Especially since that one night you got on your knees and let him know that you would be happy to relieve his stress.

Ladies usually played it coy, or at least that was his experience. But you were unabashed. Bold. You didn’t drop hints and play games. You dropped to you fucking knees and offered him your mouth to fuck. It surprised him how attracted he was to your assertiveness. 

Like the other things he accepted from you, he accepted the gold. You liked how it dangled from his neck as he plowed into you. He liked that it was a counterpart to the collar he put around your neck. 

It now held the key to your chastity belt. He pulled your panties off, plucked the key from his chain and unlocked you. Most mornings, he locked you into your belt before kissing you goodbye at the door. In the evenings, he opened you like the best fucking Christmas present. 

He wasn’t too strict with it, finding integrity and trust a more powerful tool than fear. You knew there was a spare set of keys to the belt and collar in a drawer if you needed them. You trusted him enough to lock and collar you without disrespecting you and he trusted you to not remove it without good reason. He trusted you to not lie and you trusted that he would handle your actions with kindness.

He slipped the heavy steel belt off and placed it by his side on the rug. Knelt behind you, he bent down and kissed your pussy lips, already wet and needy though he hadn’t done anything but wiggle your plug a little. He made out with it just as he would your painted pair of lips, his tongue parting your folds to enter you, tasting your arousal. 

“Remindin’ me why I call ya honey…” he whispered into your sensitive skin, making you tremble against his lips. 

“Why you gotta bake me sweet treats when you got me my favorite between your legs?” He asked, wrapping his lips around your nub before you could answer him with snark. You buried your head in a couch cushion, muffling your sounds. But in the quiet of the living room, Joel could hear the pretty little whimpers you made for him. 

He groaned, his neck hurting from the awkwardness of the angle. He got back up from under you and slapped your ass thrice in quick succession. “Up. Put your panties on and change my boots.” 

He sat back comfortably on the couch and enjoyed the view of you as you got to work. 

Work boots off, you laced up the house boots and dropped your face to the ground, your ass pushing up. You pressed your lips to one boot and then the next. Then you licked it from the tip up, looking up at him for approval as you traveled up. He looked nothing less than absolutely pleased, his fingertips brushing his jawline and his smile soft at the sight of your devotion. 

He tipped your chin up with his boot and caressed your cheek with it. “My little slut loves my boots, huh?” 

You nodded and nuzzled into it, grateful for his attention. The warmth of his smile morphed into arrogance. From your loving husband to the man who knew he controlled your every breath and was ready to take advantage of it. 

“On your ass, slut. Spread those legs and show me your cunt.” 

You sat back, the coffee table supporting you as you spread your legs wide. When you moved the wet gusset of your panties aside, his eyes zeroed in and he tongue swept over his lips. You felt your cunt drip into the carpet, the shame of being so aroused by worshiping his boots only making the situation worse. 

He slid his boot between your legs and pressed it against your hole. “Tell me. Why do I need to keep you locked?” 

“Because I’m a slut,” you admitted, beginning to rub against it. You knew you were a lot to handle. You lived a life of restrain and shame before you found Joel. Joel freed you to chase your desires and allowed you to devolve into a slut. Since then you thought of nothing but filling your holes. He had you addicted to his cock and whining for it like a wild animal. If you didn’t have Joel to take full command of your body, you knew you would do nothing but rub your cunt raw.

“Yeah that’s right,” he said, leaning close. “But you are my slut. I know you won’t go around letting other men use your holes. So why do I keep you locked?” 

“B-because I’m so wet I can’t think, Daddy.” 

“Mhmm. That’s right. Now why does Daddy need you thinking?” He said, cupping your cheek in his callused hands. 

“C-cause I need to keep the home. I need to cook and clean.” 

He shook his head. “Don’t need your brain working to do that, baby. What d’ya need to think for?” 

“My projects. I need to think for my projects.” 

“Exactly. Good girl. You need to finish the portrait for your art class next week, don’tcha?” 

You simply nodded, happy that he kept track of your tasks. Sometimes you forgot. You got lazy and procrastinated, turned your hobbies into a source of stress. But Master guided you and held you accountable. 

“And you love your furniture so much. Your Persian rug, your designer sofas, the hardwood floor I laid down. What’ll happen if I don’t keep this hole locked?” He asked, tipping his chin up. 

Your mind began its descent into the void of lust as the sensations between your legs eclipsed all else. Yet you managed a response. “I’ll r-ruin it.”

“Mhmm. Can’t have you ruining our home. I know how much care you put into it,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “How well you take care of it everyday,” he said with a kiss on your cheek. “It’ll all be ruined if you leave a trail of slick behind you when you’re on your knees cleaning the front.” 

You nodded frantically, words slipping beyond your abilities. 

“Now tell me why I need separate house boots.” 

You opened and closed your mouth, but nothing got to you past the cruelty of his boot and your slick panties on your clit. His had slipped from your face down to grab your neck and you gasped. 

“Answer me, girl. Why do I need these boots?”

“B-because of me.” 

“Mmm. Why?”

“Bec-because I’m a shameless bitch,” you croaked out as his hand constricted around you. “I need to fuck m’self on Master’s boots,” 

“That’s right,” he said, allowing you some air. “I can’t go out with my work boots smelling like pussy. Can’t let my men take a whiff of my slut now, can I?” he taunted, giving a light kick to your pussy. You gasped, the kick electrifying your every nerve. 

“You want more?” He asked, head tilted and a mocking smile playing at his plush lips. 

You nodded frantically, your cunt thrusting into the air as you sputtered, “Yes Sir, yes please.” 

“Shameless whore, asking to be kicked in the cunt,” he snorted before he kicked you again. You shrieked and closed your legs shut, pain and pleasure alike traveling from your core to every part of your body. When your brain recovered from the shock, you opened your legs again. 

You reached between your legs and rubbed yourself, intending to soothe but distracted by the waves of pleasure from the contact. 

“Fucking slut,” he said, slapping your hand away and replacing it with his own. He alternated between slaps and rubs of your cunt. The sting of pain morphed into jolts of pleasure until the two became so indistinguishable from the other that you didn’t know what you were craving. You took what he gave, your body grateful to accept anything that came of his touch. 

The hand on your neck squeezed and let go at unpredictable intervals. Every constriction of airflow was a reminder that you were just a toy at his whim. He decided if you came, he decided which hole he’d use, he decided if you’d take your next breath. 

“Look how you’re dripping all over my hand,” he said, his hand glistening with your shame as he brought it up to you. He smeared it over your face, a sob escaping your throat as you smelled your desperation. 

You inched closer to him on your knees and rested your cunt at the tip of his boot and humped. Up, down, up, down. There was no bliss like it. 

“Like a fucking bitch in heat,” he muttered, laughing to himself when you whined. “Imagine if your former subordinates could see ya now. Wouldn’t even recognize their ballbusting boss. Maybe we should have ‘em over.” 

You shook your head in denial, but your cunt was more truthful, clenching harder at the thought of having an audience to your subjugation. 

“No?” He mocked as he worked on your corset top. The hairs on your body stood up as the air cooled your sweating torso. Your breasts bounced free, jiggling as you fucked yourself on his boot. 

He took one in his hand, fondling it before letting go with a slap. You yelped, inching closer and trapping the bootlaces under you. He took turns with them, squeezing, slapping and pinching. 

“Please!” You cried, not comprehending why you were begging. 

“I know, baby. I know…” he said, the softness of his voice contradicting the cruelty of his fingers that tugged at your nipples. 

“Need t— Hnngg!” 

“I got you. Give into it, Cunt. Just be the fuckhole you were made to be.” 

A wild sound escaped your lips and you fell back. He caught you, holding you up against the coffee table. 

Your cunt still rutted, autonomous and in control of you. Just a cunt, just Master’s fuckhole. With that reassurance, the world disappeared and you found euphoria that you could never experience without him. 

All the tension in your muscles evaporated to join the anxieties he fucked out of you, leaving behind you a carefree fucktoy. 

Brains all fucked out, you could do nothing but comply as he rearranged you on your knees. Light illuminated his face and sounds of a cheering crowd and a fast talking man echoed in your empty head. 

He squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth to open. A cold glass pressed against your lips and you lapped up the drink, grateful for something to quench your thirst. He pinched your nose, laughing as your hole gasped wide open for air. 

He lined his cock up with your hole and thrust in, your lips stretching tight to accommodate him. He allowed you air once again and you moaned around him, grateful for his benevolence. Though your hole was accustomed to him, the walls trembled. But you persevered, needing to show Master you were grateful for letting you breathe. You took him inch by inch, stopping only when your head was on his lap and your nose pressed against his balls. 

You breathed in his scent, masculine and overpowering. Tongue darted out every now and then to lick his balls. Cunt pulsated in the joy of submission when he moaned and whimpered. Every now and then he fucked your face up and down his cock and gave you air but mostly let you be.

Time had passed but you didn’t know how much. No world existed beyond him, no purpose other than warming his cock in your hole. Eventually, he stood up and held your head in both hands, thrusting in and out with no regard for you. Pathetic sounds escaped your burning throat and your lips lost its bright red color as your lipstick ran with your drool. Mascara and eyeliner ran down the sides of your face with your tears, turning gray when he released his spend on your face.

Face covered in his release, you crumbled at his feet, your arms going around his legs. You couldn’t bear to be alone in this state. His hand came down, caressing your sweat soaked hair as he whispered comforts.

“Did so well for me, Darling. So fucking perfect…”

“I love you,” you mumbled, looking up at him through foggy vision. 

“I love you. More than I can show. Let me take care of you now. Bath and then bed, alright?”

You nodded, cheek pressed against his knee and loath to let go of his legs. He didn’t hurry you,but allowed you stay where you were until you decided to get up. There were chores to be done, you were sure but you knew he would take care of it. It was a worry you no longer had. All that mattered was that you served him well. No stock prices and market conditions. No early mornings and hours stuck in traffic jams. 

Nothing to do but please Master, nothing to be but holes and tits. You were free. 

⌘

Masterlist

[blissfullyecho]

another list of ways i’m adding luxury to my life because i deserve to be comfortable

sleeping on a featherbed in addition to my mattress (game changer for your night’s rest)

investing in high quality nail polish (chanel, louboutin, etc., which costs half as much as going to the salon and painting my natural nails at home. i have beautiful strong natural nails that can grow very long and i am pretty skilled at nail painting, so this is an option for me. if your nails can’t do the same, i suggest still going to the salon. for me personally, i don’t like being at the salon for hours and having someone touching my hands the entire time.

i said yesterday that i wasn’t planning on drinking alcohol unless it was for a special occasion— but i only plan on drinking high quality wine or champagne only

using personalized stationary

buying fresh flowers whenever needed— even if they are flower delivery and i send myself a couple dozen red roses and chocolates because… why not?

stop buying mass-produced art pieces and find a local artist and commission their work which would be completely original.

buying high quality lingerie and wear matching sets underneath my clothes— making it a daily thing and normalizing dressing nice from beneath

adding a water filter to my shower for a more fresh and clean environment rid of any harsh chemicals, detergents, etc.

getting high-end candles for a lovely smell at home (there is definitely a difference in quality when it comes to candles and you get what you pay for)

when ordering online, select the “gift wrapping” option to treat myself a little more.

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Creepy Crawlers

Summary: You and your college roommates decided to play a fun game of ouiji board. But what do you do when the devil wishes to make a deal for freedom? Will you be able to reach ends meet and be free from this malignant spirit, or will you be forced to join him amongst the ranks in hell?

Demon!Cater x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: talk of demons, pain, horror themes

It was a hazy Friday afternoon and you were head over heels excited to head to your apartment after a long day of work. Your roommate, Vil had just finished his classes at his university and you had gotten off of work from the coffee shop. You were both waiting for Kalim to head home from his mother’s house. She always got lonely when her son was gone for too long, so he had been gone for about 3 days, spending quality time with his mother. 

Mesmerized by your phone, you finally snapped out of the trance once you heard the familiar knocking pattern from Kalim, you and Vil welcomed him back home as he energetically started catching you guys up on what he was up too back in his home country. You both had aided in assisting him with all of the baked goods and gifts that he was given by his family. But once he got to unpacking different trinkets his mother gave to him, Kalim had brought out some sort of board? 

You and Vil had glanced at one another before breaking the ice.

“Uh...Kalim, what is that?” your blonde roommate inquired, pointing at the box. It was a deep wine red, with black, bold letters in a slightly curled font.

‘Ouija, Mystifying Oracle: Look into the Unknown for your Answers or Desires.’

You grew anxious, you didn’t know too much about ouija boards, but you sure knew enough to not mess around with them. 

“C’mon guys, why not just try it out? You’re telling me when you were kids you didn’t play around with stuff like this?” Kalim asked, excitedly taking the board out of the box onto your apartment floor. He found the directions, attempting to read the letters that were enscribed in ink on the paper, but they were far too faded to even be legible.

“You have completely different ideas of fun from Y/N and I,” Vil retorted, looking completely turned off from even glancing at the board. Yet as Kalim messed with the board, it caught more of his attention, keeping an eye on the object and not saying a word. Which in the blink of an eye, Vil had negated the dangers of the board by continuing on with, “But... I’m no chicken, I’ll play. What about you, Y/N?”

You felt immense pressure as you couldn’t fumble this. Your two roommates who you're on the brink of reaching friend status want to play a game, you can’t just leave them in the dust and be the one odd one out from a possible bonding experience.

You gave a quick nod and that was all they needed to proceed with the game.

They laid out the ouija board flat on the ground, rubbing off the dust from the red board. It was no cheap looking ouija board you get from Toys R. Us, you observed that from the black letters engraved on the red board with all the letters of the alphabet. Of course the wooden planchet followed the theme as well, a dark red with a petite glass bulb in the middle. 

"I can’t find this thing anywhere on the web” Vil inquired as he scrolled on his phone, scratching his head looking for directions online. 

“Yeah, but that’s what makes this one more unique!” Kalim cheered, excited to start playing, his palms on each side of the board as he talked to the princely blonde in front of him.

It was strange, they almost seem entranced by this game, it wasn't complete obsession but it was certaintly out of the ordinary for both of them. Kalim always was afraid of horror, wanting you to turn off movies when he was in your company and Vil would never make a decision this "stupid". The look in their eyes was just odd, they couldn't rip their eyes away from this thing...

And soon enough, neither would you as soon as your eyes laid on this board you were transfixed on playing.

You laid your fingers on the board, unfortunately becoming the leader for this session after drawing straws with your two roommates. 

“Go on, ask some questions,” Kalim urged with a smile, adjusting his fingers on the board.

“Uhm, what’s your name?” You questioned, awaiting for the chip to start sliding. The letters started moving, making all three of you freak out, you couldn’t tell if they were playing some type of trick on you but you felt extremely afraid regardless. 

C.

D.

“CD?” you asked, confused on what type of name that would be. 

“Maybe, it’s the initials? ,” Vil suggested, staring at the board, trying to gauge some form of sense from it. 

“Whatever, just keep asking questions,” Kalim said, trying to get some more fun energy flowing, which had always been something he excelled at. 

“Okay, let’s ask something only we would know. What is Kalim’s favorite color?”

G.

R.

A.

Y.

“Listen, if you guys want to play a bit on me that’s cool, but I kinda wanted to see if it would work by itself,” Kalim pouted, looking disappointed in you both. 

“Kalim, I thought your favorite color was light blue?” Vil asked quirking up an eyebrow, as they had this conversation only two weeks ago. 

“Yeah but…I changed my mind only a couple of days ago…” Kalim answered, he had never told anyone about his change in opinion. 

“Okay, I guess than put something down only you would know, not anyone else '' Vil suggested, and both of you complied. 

“What is the color of the bag under my bed?”

“Which customer always orders the frappe, carmel drizzle on the side, cinnamon sprinkle on top, with an espresso pump?”

“What did my art teacher assign for homework last night?”

Black striped.

Mrs. Han.

Essay. Da Vinci. 

“No fucking way, are you sure you guys aren’t playing a prank on me? Y/N, I put that bag under my bed two days ago. Did you go snooping?” 

“Vil, I’ve been too tired from work to go and look at what's under your bed. I haven’t set a foot in there since last week when I told you to vacuum,” you answered, completely honest with your hands by your head in defense, almost offended at such accusations.

“I’m the only one besides you who has a good memory, but there’s no way I could remember all that shit. I-I only remember events, not orders,” Kalim said, his voice wavering.

“You weren’t even home to talk about what homework you had assigned last night," Vil looked, a tone of disbelief and shock lining his voice.

It all seemed too real, so you decided to ask something you had never told anyone except for your family. The reason why you even moved from your old complex. 

“Mrs. Jameson...she died, what was her room number?”

1.

2.

3.

All of a sudden, the vintage alarm clock that sat on the quaint stand near your couch struck 12:30am. So did the grandfather clock Kalim thrifted ages ago, both of which you didn’t even know could make noise. 

You both rushed to turn it off so you wouldn’t disrupt anyone in the complex since it was already close to 1 am, the rancorous groan echoed through your apartment, completely snapping you two out of your trance.

You finally pulled the lever on the side that silenced elderly clock. But your peace did not last for long, you soon heard a heavy crash. Sounding as though all of your windows had broken and all the glasses in your cabinets had descended on your kitchen floor. All three of you picked yourselves off of the floor rushing to the kitchen, only to see absolutely nothing. 

You had all attempted to locate a source of the noise, this whole event made you so irritated and frightened that you couldn't pin point a source as to who or what was causing this torment. It couldn't be that this phantom was real, that shit only happens in movies after all.

Except as you searched throughout the room, your eyes noticed something on the ground. The paper was worn out parchment with vermillion ink reading the numbers 123. 

Freaked out from this "coincidence", you quickly dropped it on the floor, the paper then slowly started to singe, becoming only a small particles of black on the ground right before all of you. 

You didn't stick around for long and neither did the two boys, as you all knew you had to get out of this house for if you had stayed who knows what would happen to the three of you.

Which lead you to the nearest burger joint to discuss plans, and possibly how to fix this at 2am. Kalim took responsibility for paying for a baptism from a priest, while Vil pointed out the mistakes your group had made over burgers, nuggets and fries even though he too had participated.

Once the baptism had commenced a couple of days later, Kalim and Vil felt as though the weight had been lifted off of their shoulders. The weird happenings like open cabinets, broken dishes, your computer turning on by itself, the lights flickering on and off had completely stopped.

There was no more evil in your home, yet why were you still haunted? 

It wasn’t complete anxiety, you were never looking over your shoulder to see what was going on, but something just felt off. You were having strange dreams of the same night of playing the ouiji board, except you were all alone. However you just toughed it out, and blamed it on nerves. 

Three months later.

Vil’s courses at his university had gotten a lot more rigorous, he was spending more time at the library to the point it became a second home. While Kalim had been swaddled with work at the art emporium his parent's owned, needing to adopt some responsibility for one of the many family businesses they owned. So for the time being, you were left alone for an extensive amount of time, yet it seemed as if someone were always there, no matter what. 

Just watching...you.

But it was all just nerves, right?

Maybe some creep from an apartment building over was watching you?

But you had absolutely no time to be worrying over things that were all in your head, as you were in a financial pickle to say the least, You were working a shift at the coffee shop, “The Barista’s” . It was an incredibly packed and fast day and you were working front and center, and like always you were understaffed. The order was an online order, which requested a coffee, totally black which was a little out of the regular since but there was no time to pass judgement and it had made your life easier. Who were you to complain?

Once you finished you looked over at the second coworker on your shift and asked her for the order name to put on the cup to call out into the crowd. 

“Oh, um it’s CD? That’s it.”

Your eyes shot open wide, looking at the screen of placed online orders, your eyes scrolling down to the latest one.

Damien- 12:30pm

Amy- 12: 45 pm

Jamie- 1:00pm

Maria- 1:12pm

CD- 1:23pm 

No fucking way. This had to be some sick prank maybe from the guys. You never talked to anyone but them about this, not wanting to spread word or make you look crazy and alongside be made fun of for your ignorant mistake of playing that game period. It seemed as though this force had become upset that you wouldn’t acknowledge their existence enough, becoming insistent and infringing on your life. Afterall, how dare you blame this damage on nerves? 

A man came inside, you felt a shiver down your spine, he was dressed in all black, a button up with black pants and boots to match, adorning black circle sunglasses. It felt like he was concealing something, the way he moved seemed ominous and calculated. 

He smirked once he caught your gaze, you both knew that you were afraid, afraid to call out the two letters on that damn cup.

“Order for…C.D?” 

The man rose up from his seat, ready to grab his coffee that you left on the counter to avoid contact with him. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said in a honeyed voice, and right as you instinctively turned around.

There was no trace of him, he had vanished into thin air. 

 Not one customer had called you by name today, not even the sweet old ladies that make sure to call you by it when placing their orders. Whilst getting ready today you had been neglectful of the lack of weight on your chest, quickly realizing why.

You had forgotten to wear your nametag today. 

So how did that complete stranger know your name?

Timeskip

You had gotten off of work at 6:30pm, and your roommates hadn't gotten home yet and probably wouldn't for at least two hours. As you slipped your key into the hole and unlocked your door, you felt an icy breeze hit your face. It was near summer, yet this room managed to be frozen over in temperature. You had turned on the lights, the yellowed lighting bringing you slight ease.

Yet it felt as though there was a presence in the room with you, it was unnerving and unbearable. It had been this way for months, yet it showed no sign of stopping and you grew tired of this never ending feeling. It was isolating that you were the only person within your apartment to feel this way, with Kalim and Vil only giving you a "no" to asking them if they feel anxious. You couldn't stand driving yourself insane so, against all of your best judgement you decided to face your feelings head on. 

“Listen, I know I’m not alone in this house. Show yourself to me, now,” you commanded, yet your voice seemed to betray you. Wavering in tone and assertiveness, exposing your true feelings of being afraid and overwhelmed. The ceiling above you started to creek and moan, almost testing the waters of your nerves.

“I know it’s you…C.D.” 

The ground began to rumble and quiver, the lights once bringing a reassuring light shook alongside it. You grew completely terrified, falling to the floor, catching yourself with your own hands as lightbulbs crackled and hissed as they hit the wooden floors, leaving you in complete darkness.  

The only safe haven that allowed you to see in this abyss of your apartment is right where you were standing. A gray light above your head, only providing a circle of illumination where you stood.  

“You are quite brave, I'll give you that, human.” 

A pure black hand with nails as sharp and long as knives, gripped your wrist from the pool of darkness surrounding you. Screaming, you shook and wriggled your arm fiercely allowing the grip of the hand off of you. Your resistance had made the demon cackle. 

“W-who are you?” you exasperated, clutching onto your wrist wrung with red marks from the struggle. 

“You already know my name, you summoned me after all,” the darkness retorted.

“What...What do you want?!” you asked, trying your best to appear tough, despite shaking from fear.

“Ah, so many questions... but I’m willing to answer. It’s something that all demons from hell crave-,” the demon said, letting the vintage radio Kalim had bought two weeks ago finish. 

“A soul,” the old timey voice sang from the fuzzy speaker making the demon giggle. 

“Isn’t it funny how we can do that? I think it’s a great party trick” the archfiend jested, “hoping” that you would agree. As the creature of darkness joked, the voice began to inch closer and closer. There was no way to run from whoever this thing was.

“Now, mortal I will give you two decisions. One; you may surrender your soul to me your soul. Or you must subject yourself to a long lasting search and you get me my memories,” the shadowed room stated. 

“What happens if I get you your memories?” you asked, most definitely wanting to keep your soul. 

“Well, I am proclaimed innocent, no longer needing to serve the underworld and I am free. You see, my family was cursed by an ancient witch, and every single son within the family is doomed to spend their days in hell. Once you get to hell, you have all of your memory wiped and it is manifested into actual items on Earth,” this spirit C.D explained to you from the shadows. “If you manage to get all seven of these items, we’ll both be free. Fail, I get your soul, I stay in hell.” 

Weighing your options, you realized that they both ended with you losing. But even if you had the slightest chance of winning, you’re going to take it. 

“I...will help you find your memories,” you said hesitantly, making him laugh. 

You could hear the smirk extend on his lips, he was highly entertained with your act of resistance. It was surprising and in a sadistic way, a great form of amusement for him. "Hm...very well then, mortal. Extend your hand, we need to shake on it for it to become an actual done deal,” C.D explained, making his elongated, obsidian stained hand into your circle.

You took his hand into yours, shaking it only for a couple of seconds only for you to feel a painful burn on your wrist where his fingers lay. You were tattooed with the numbers “123” on your wrist with a shade darker of your skintone. 

“What did you do to me?!” you exclaimed, holding your wrist once more, an electrifying pain seeping throughout your arm. 

“You need my vision in order to see the artifacts. And don’t worry too much, only you can see the marking and can make others see it if you wish. It’ll go away once our deal is done,” the demon explained, thinking that it was quite obvious.

“Oh, and it’s also a part of the deal that I have to live in this home so-”

“No fucking way you’re staying here in my house,” you growled angrily, completely exasperated from this ordeal of horror.

“Woah, woah, woah I’m not the one whose soul is on the line here. I don’t need to eat or drink anything so I rarely do it. And again same rules apply, if you want to let Thing One and Thing Two see me then you can. If you want to keep this a secret, then again, you can,” CD snapped back.

“But, why C.D and why this damn number?” you asked, staring down at your wrist.

 There was a silence in the room before C.D answered, “It was my lucky number... supposed to be angel number when I get to heaven. Whenever you see it, just know that I’m around somewhere. And C.D is a nickname, the only thing the devil left me was my name from when I was a human, Cater. Cater Diamond.” 

There was a snap, light had entered your apartment completely. The once popped lightbulbs were restored back to normal, alongside with other disturbed items like picture frames and furniture. There was no sign of the body that belonged to the voice that was speaking to you.

Only once you turned around to see him in his human form sitting on the small black sofa in the corner. Spooked by his presence as you let out a yelp, it made him let out a chuckle. 

“Now, we have a deal, don’t we?” He asked for the final time, making you nod your head. 

The demon lowered his blacked out sunglasses, revealing his amber-colored eyes.

“Excellent. It was good doing business with you, Y/N.” 

~~~

Coming soon- Chapter Two: A New Roommate

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A classic one. Skeleton brothers are on vacation, but arriving at their hotel, the guy tell them there's one bed left for them to share even if they asked for two. Reaction?

Undertale Sans and Papyrus - Papyrus complains because clearly this is poor client service quality, but other than that, they resigned to this. That's not the first time they have to share a bed. It's the end of the day, Sans is tired. He doesn't give a shit about having only one bed, all he wants is to sleep. Thankfully Sans doesn't take that much place. Papyrus will still let a bad note to the hotel on Google.

Underswap Sans and Papyrus - Honey is dying inside. He knows Blue is terrible to sleep with. Well, Blue insists he doesn't want to sleep anyway, and you know what? Honey is against that usually but today, at Blue's greatest confusion, he's encouraging it. He tells Blue to go clubbing or something, anything for him to gain a few hours of sleep before his hyperactive brother fucked up his sleep schedule. Blue is happy to obey and only comes home at 7 am, as Honey is waking up, happy he got a good night of sleep.

Underfell Sans and Papyrus - As soon as the guy tells there's only one bed, Red slowly starts to back down as he knows what's coming. Karen Edge is coming, and he's MAD. Edge starts to scream at the receptionnist that his hotel is bullshit, that he should be ashame to propose a poor service like this, that this hotel is ugly anyway and that he wouldn't have sleep in here anyway, also that he's going to tell all his friends to never come in this place and that they just lost one client even if they're never come here before. Edge then stomps away, Red following him, flipping the bird on the way out to say he's supporting his brother. The only problem being that they now have no hotel anymore. Edge obviously didn't think this far. Red sighs and starts to search a new one online, pissed off his brother is talking first and thinking after.

Horrortale Sans and Papyrus - They both look miserable. There's no way they both hold in one bed, especially since Willow needs space for his back and Oak is moving a lot in his sleep and is scared of hurting his brother accidentally. With sad puppy eyes, they cancel the room and decide to leave. The receptionnist feels bad and runs after them to find a solution. They won the biggest room of the hotel. Only once they're in the room Willow says his brother that, obviously, training him to do puppy eyes was going to be useful eventually.

Swapfell Sans and Papyrus - There's a long silence. Then suddenly the two brothers sprints towards the room. Nox jumps in the bed first, but then Rus jumps on him and they start to fight and scream to win the bed like the two alpha males they are. Half of the hotel is in front of their door, looking in disbelief as the two brothers are trying to claim the bed. Eventually, Rus gives up. But as soon Nox goes to take a shower, this is done. When he's coming back, Rus is in the bed, pretending to be deeply asleep, forcing Nox to sleep on the chair. In the morning, Rus wakes up in alarm as Nox throws a cold water bucket at his face.

Fellswap Gold Sans and Papyrus - Wine sighs and lets the bed to his little brother. Once they're both settled, he knocks to the room next to his, scares the poor couple sleeping there to death and then grabs the bed and drags it back to his room with no shame. The hotel employees come to ask him to give it back. Wine simply smiles carily and says that they're welcome to take it from him. They decide not to, for some reason. That's probably have nothing to do with the huge blaster he summoned behind himself.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Filet Mignon Day

The words “filet mignon” call to mind rich, succulent, melt-in-your mouth flavor. Treat yourself to a nice steak dinner, or try cooking it at home.

National Filet Mignon Day, celebrated on August 13th, is a day dedicated to appreciating one of the most sought-after and delicious cuts of meat.

This special day highlights the culinary delight that is filet mignon, known for its tenderness and flavor. The name originated from the French words “filet,” meaning strip or thread, and “mignon,” meaning small, cute, or tender.

It describes a small, tender steak cut from the beef tenderloin​​. Filet mignon is cherished for its soft, tender texture, coming from a part of the cow that doesn’t get much exercise, making it less tough than other cuts.

Its popularity stems from its exquisite taste and texture, despite being one of the pricier meat cuts due to its desirable attributes​​. Over time, the dish, which dates back to before the 18th century in the U.S., has become accessible to many, though it retains its image as a luxurious choice​​.

The day is marked by various activities, including dining out at steakhouses to enjoy this special cut, cooking it at home for a personal touch, and sharing experiences online using the hashtag #NationalFiletMignonDay.

Whether it’s indulging in a prime cut, trying the vegetarian-fed Angus cut, or even a whole Filet Mignon roast, there are multiple ways to celebrate the day.

Each method offers a unique experience of this exceptional steak, whether cooked to perfection at a steakhouse or grilled gently at home to preserve its tender quality​​.

History of National Filet Mignon Day

National Filet Mignon Day, observed on August 13th, celebrates one of the most tender and luxurious cuts of beef.

This day highlights a piece of culinary artistry that’s beloved worldwide for its buttery texture and exquisite flavor.

The term “filet mignon” was popularized in the early 20th century and is French for “cute filet” or “dainty filet,” reflecting its prized status on the dining table.

Despite its current widespread appreciation, filet mignon was once considered an exclusive luxury, out of reach for many due to its high cost​​​​.

The exact origins of National Filet Mignon Day are as murky as the dish’s history, which has been a favorite in the U.S. since before the 18th century.

Initially known as medallions or tenderloin steak, the cut’s appeal has only grown over time, evolving from a symbol of wealth to a celebrated choice for diners across various backgrounds​​.

The day now serves as an opportunity for steak enthusiasts and casual diners to indulge in or discover the joys of filet mignon, whether by cooking it at home or enjoying it at a favorite steakhouse​​.

This day not only boosts the restaurant industry but also educates people about the culinary world, making it a celebration of taste and tradition.

So, whether you’re a longtime fan or new to the joys of filet mignon, National Filet Mignon Day offers the perfect excuse to explore the rich flavors and tender textures of this esteemed steak​​.

How to Celebrate National Filet Mignon Day

Celebration methods vary, from savoring a meal at a restaurant to grilling it oneself, highlighting the cut’s versatility.

The steak’s tenderness makes it a prime choice for those seeking a delicate and flavorful dining experience. Whether seasoned simply or marinated for extra flavor, filet mignon pairs wonderfully with a variety of sides and a glass of red wine, such as Cabernet Sauvignon or Pinot Noir, to complete the meal​​​​.

Engage Your Senses with “Guess the Seasoning”

Kick off your National Filet Mignon Day celebrations with a playful “Guess the Seasoning” game. As you grill those tender filets in your backyard, invite your guests to use their senses.

They’ll be blindfolded, taking tiny bites or sniffing to pinpoint the spices you’ve artfully hidden within. It’s a deliciously fun way to dive into the world of flavors and spice up the party atmosphere​​​​.

Embark on a Culinary Journey with “Filet Mignon Flight”

Why settle for one when you can have a flight? This celebration calls for a “Filet Mignon Flight,” where small cuts of this exquisite meat are prepared in various styles.

Imagine a piece seared to perfection, another lovingly wrapped in bacon, and a third crowned with a rich dollop of blue cheese. Each bite offers a new destination on this savory tour de force, making your taste buds dance with delight​​​​.

Dare to Try: New Cooking Techniques

This National Filet Mignon Day, challenge yourself and your skillet with a new cooking method. Discovering a new favorite technique might just be the highlight of your day, bringing a fresh twist to your steak game​​.

Connect and Savor with “Steak and Sip”

In these times, connection is everything. So, why not host a virtual “Steak and Sip” evening? Have your friends or family prepare their filet mignon at home, each paired with a chosen wine.

Then, gather online to share your culinary creations, wine discoveries, and, most importantly, laughter. It’s a heartwarming way to come together and celebrate, no matter the distance​​​​.

Discover New Flavors at Your Local Butcher

Take a little adventure to your local butcher and ask for a filet mignon cut you’ve never tried before. Perhaps the Angus cut or an indulgent whole roast.

Armed with expert tips on the best preparation methods, spend your day experimenting with new flavors and textures. It’s a delicious opportunity to expand your culinary repertoire and perhaps find a new favorite​​.

A Touch of Humor: “Love Letter to Your Steak”

Before you even start cooking, take a moment to pen a “Love Letter” to your filet mignon. Express your deepest, most humorous feelings for this exquisite piece of meat on paper.

Reading your ode aloud adds a sprinkle of humor to your meal prep, guaranteeing smiles all around. It’s a unique way to celebrate the day, filled with laughter and love for the culinary arts​​​​.

Creativity on a Plate: “Steak Art” Contest

Finally, unleash the inner artist in you and your guests with a “Steak Art” contest. Use sides and sauces to transform your plate into a masterpiece.

Snap photos of these edible creations before they’re devoured, capturing the moment where art meets appetite. It’s a delightful way to engage everyone’s creativity, making this National Filet Mignon Day one to remember​​​​.

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[jaigrayson]

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Not everybody can afford to send a fifty-dollar bunch of wine red roses. Those exquisite carnations may look breathtaking in the picture but the price listed below works as a wet blanket to your otherwise elated holiday spirits. Sending colorful and read more here fresh flowers is a very special way to tell the loved ones that they are in your thoughts. But sometimes price constraints don\'t allow us to freely express our feelings.

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[imnatasha]

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

Nearly 1 billion people will go to bed hungry tonight.

We never ‘lose’ friends, we just learn who our real ones are.

The poorest Americans are still richer than 80% of the world.

Magic mushrooms grow in the gardens of Buckingham Palace.

One-third of Taiwanese funeral processions include a stripper.

51 cars a year overshoot and drive into the canals of Amsterdam.

In 1999, ‘mp3’ surpassed ‘sex’ as the most-searched term online.

According to her last wishes, Elizabeth Taylor arrived late for her own funeral.

Though sloths are known for their slowness, sloth sex lasts less than a minute. (30 seconds more than most men!)

Patience is not the ability to wait but how you act while you're waiting.

4000 children under the age of two are listed as owners of British companies.

Couples that tease each other gently often have happier, stronger relationships.

7% of American adults believe that chocolate milk comes from brown cows.

The sentence "Are you as bored as I am?" can be read backwards and still makes sense.

There is a place in Norway called Hell and it regularly freezes over during the winter.

British adults spend (on average) one hour and 52 minutes of each day in a bad mood.

We are subconsciously more attracted to people who have the same taste in music as we do.

Millennials (those born between 1981-1996) are having less sex than their parents did at their age.

In 1982, 43% of fathers in the UK had never changed a nappy. By 2000, this had dropped to 3%.

Unhappy people tend to daydream about the past but happy people tend to daydream about the future.

A sapiosexual is a person attracted to intellectual or mental qualities rather than physical characteristics.

A person that truly loves you will never let you go or give up on you, no matter how hard the situation is.

90% of the time it's not the person you miss, it's the feelings and moments you had when you were with them.

The chemical resveratrol, which is present in red wine, has been found to boost sex drive and performance in men.

Most ‘laugh tracks’ for TV were recorded in the fifties, which means many of the people you hear laughing are no longer alive.

If you want to quit smoking, go to a sauna for three days in a row and you'll sweat out the nicotine, which will make it easier to quit.

Senior citizens in New Zealand can join ‘coffin clubs’, where they meet up once a week to make and decorate their own coffins.

During the Fastnacht parade in Germany’s Black Forest, people hit each other with inflated pigs’ bladders attached to dried bull penises.

'Euphoria' Season 3, 'The White Lotus' Season 3, and 'The Last of Us' Season 2 are being delayed due to the writers’ strike. (Just bloody pay them!)

Part of Rupert Murdoch’s divorce settlement with Jerry Hall states that she is not allowed to give plot ideas to the writers of ‘Succession’.

Countries around the globe celebrate their freedom on Independence Day, with the most common being independence from British rule.

The first recorded use of the word ‘woke’ - to mean well-informed - was in a New York Times glossary of “words you might hear in Harlem” from 1962.

Research shows that heterosexual men who learn to play extreme metal guitar are mostly motivated to do so in order to impress other heterosexual men.

A study of 7000 US adults has found that, after the COVID-19 pandemic, people have become less extroverted and less agreeable. (No shit, Sherlock!)

Ethiopian languages have a punctuation mark for sarcasm. It is called ‘temherte slaq’ and looks like an inverted exclamation mark. (Christ, I’d be using that all day!)

Bruno Mars’ 'Doo-Wops & Hooligans' has now spent 12 full years on the Billboard Top 200 album chart. It's the first debut studio album in history to reach this milestone.

In 1871, lawyer Clement Vallandigham was defending a client accused of murder. In demonstrating how the victim might have accidentally shot himself, he accidentally shot himself. He died. His client was acquitted.

In 2007, a Bosnian couple cheated on each other with each other. They had spent time in a chat room bonding about their marital woes. When they met in person, they found out the person they had been complaining to was their spouse. They got divorced.

The first edition of the Oxford English Dictionary included the word ‘cock’ but excluded ‘condom’. The male genitals were not considered taboo but contraception was a subject “too utterly obscene for the dictionary”.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

[keeloca]

Ever since I first saw this post and went "uh, whut" and then "yeah, no, that makes sense, gotta be beef broth though" I've been wanting to try this, but summertime ain't the time for making broth, so yeah. Didn't get around to it until this weekend.

(My research online suggests that broth chocolated is primarily enjoyed by keto ladies who extol its health benefits. I'm not into that. I drink hot chocolate for pleasure, and pleasure alone.)

Based on beef bone broth, made with marrow bones, toasted tomato past, star aniseed, Tellicherry pepper, cayenne, bay leaves, onions and celery. Left out the garlic I'd have normally added bc although I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have shone through enough to interfere with the end product it just didn't feel right.

Mixed the finished broth with a small piece of dark chocolate, cocoa powder, milk, cream, sugar, and spiced it with cinnamon, vanilla, and nutmeg.

It was very good; rich, indulgent, with the broth adding excellent umami depths to the whole thing. 10+ hours to make a cup of hot chocolate is a long time, though, so I wouldn't recommend it unless you actually enoy making broth in the first place. I love it, so this whole thing was a delight. (I mean, you can buy ready made high quality broth, but to me that's just... not very sexy. Not sumptuous. Something a keto lady would do probably.)

I'm thinking you should be able to make the hot chocolate with bourbon and red wine for a cold season cocktail, which I might be trying later this week with the broth I've got left. Because of the high collagen and fat contents of bone broth, it's not suitable for cold drinks, which is a shame because I'm intrigued now.

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What Makes Organic Red Wine Different? Understanding the Basics

Organic red wine has become increasingly popular in recent years, and for good reason. Whether you’re a seasoned wine enthusiast or a casual drinker, choosing organic wines can offer a variety of benefits that go beyond just taste. But what exactly makes organic red wine different from conventional wines? In this blog, we’ll break down the basics of organic red wine, explore the farming practices behind it, and highlight why it might be your next go-to bottle.

What is Organic Red Wine?

At its core, organic red wine is made from grapes grown without synthetic pesticides, herbicides, or chemical fertilisers. Organic farming methods focus on maintaining the health of the soil, using natural alternatives for pest control, and enhancing biodiversity. But the differences don’t end with how the grapes are grown—organic winemaking also extends to the production process, where certain additives and preservatives are kept to a minimum.

Unlike conventional wines, wine no preservatives added are crafted with minimal intervention. This means fewer additives and chemicals are used during fermentation, which can result in a wine that tastes more authentic and pure, reflecting the terroir (the unique environment) of the vineyard.

No Synthetic Chemicals: A Key Difference

One of the main differences between organic and conventional wines is the absence of synthetic chemicals in the farming process. Organic vineyards rely on natural methods to combat pests, diseases, and weeds. For instance, they may use beneficial insects, composting, and cover crops to maintain soil health and protect the vines. This approach not only helps to preserve the environment but also reduces the chemical residue that can end up in the wine.

In conventional winemaking, on the other hand, synthetic pesticides and herbicides are often sprayed on the grapevines to ensure a high yield and prevent crop damage. These chemicals can linger on the grapes and end up in the wine, affecting the final product’s taste and, in some cases, raising health concerns.

Wine No Preservatives Added: A Healthier Option

Many organic preservative free wine also avoid the use of artificial preservatives. Preservatives like sulfites are often added to conventional wines to prevent oxidation and spoilage. While sulfites are considered safe for most people, some individuals are sensitive to them and may experience headaches or allergic reactions.

Organic wines, on the other hand, tend to have fewer or no preservatives added. This results in a wine that is often fresher, more vibrant, and free from the chemical aftertaste that can sometimes be associated with non-organic wines. Choosing wine with no preservatives added means you’re likely drinking a product that has undergone fewer chemical treatments, which may contribute to a cleaner, more authentic flavour profile.

Organic Preservative-Free Wine: Pure, Unadulterated Flavours

When you choose organic preservative-free wine, you’re opting for a wine that is closer to nature. The absence of synthetic chemicals and preservatives means that the wine reflects the pure expression of the grapes, allowing the natural flavours to shine through. Organic winemakers are often more focused on quality than quantity, and they tend to produce wines that have a deeper sense of place and character.

Without the use of artificial additives, organic red wines can have more complexity and a smoother, more harmonious finish. The wine often carries the distinct flavours of the vineyard and the region where the grapes are grown, giving each bottle a unique personality. This makes organic wines particularly appealing to those who are looking for a more authentic wine-drinking experience.

Buying Organic Wines Online

If you’re ready to explore organic red wines, one of the easiest ways is to buy organic wines online. There are now many online retailers offering a wide selection of organic red wines, ranging from everyday bottles to premium, limited-edition wines. When you buy organic wines online, you can often read detailed descriptions of the vineyards, farming practices, and winemaking techniques, helping you make a more informed choice.

Organic red wine offers a refreshing alternative to conventional wines by focusing on natural farming practices, minimal intervention, and the use of fewer chemicals. So next time you’re picking up a bottle, why not opt for something pure, vibrant, and full of character—organic red wine might just become your new favourite.

[rougecolondon]

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For those who enjoy exploring the world of wine, we also stock lesser-known varieties, introducing you to new flavors and unique terroirs. Our collection includes everything from elegant Bordeaux blends to vibrant Italian Sangiovese and sparkling wines like Champagne and Prosecco. We believe that every bottle has a story to tell, and our aim is to share that story with you through exceptional wines.

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Conclusion

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Can u do this for ur Underfell, Underswap, Swapfell, Fellswap Gold, and Farmtale skelebros please?

His kid makes a video like this

https://youtu.be/exuWFeLsLBs (its the 'RIP Grandma' video)

And proudly shows him all the views they get on it.

Hows he react/respond?

Underswap Sans - He gives you a poker face, then reluctantly tells you that it's niiiiice. Yeah, he doesn't really understands what's going on and he doesn't find this really funny, but as long his kid is happy, it's fine he guesses???

Underswap Papyrus - Hum. He's glad you're making views but he's so anxious. You're way too young to realize the impact these types of videos can have on your life and he's worried about you getting cyberbullied if this keeps going. He's going to give the kid a speech about the dangers of the Internet.

Underfell Sans - He smirks. Dark humor is his humor, so it's not too surprising you're like that honestly. He just asks you to not show it to Uncle Edge or his S/O because he's for sure dead if they found out he encouraged you to do this.

Underfell Papyrus - He lectures you about the dangers of exposing yourself too much on the Internet, facecam and all. He doesn't care about the video, he doesn't trust his rivals to not take the opportunity to use this against him, or kidnap you, or anything. It's making him anxious.

Swapfell Sans - Wat. He doesn't get it. He just stares at the video with a poker face, then gives it back your phone and says nothing. When asked, Nox asks you if you really want his opinion on this. Knowing him and how he tends to judge anything, yeah... No, you don't.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's not jealous his kid does more views on Youtube than him. Not at all. He says that it's nice but that you need a better camera, better sound, better everything actually because the quality is terrible. The kid says they used his equipment and that he said it was the best possible. Well, shit. He didn't plan arguments that far. You beat him, maybe. But he's not that easily defeated.

Fellswap Gold Sans - "Go do your homework instead of playing on your Internet. That's not the real life." "OK boomer." Wine mouth shuts close. What? What's a "boomer"? The kid can't stop laughing seeing his face. Wine is slowly getting red, offended and angry.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He giggles at their antics, then congratulates them for the views. He's quite impressed and wishes he could do scores like that. Well, he could if he had enough courage to post anything online and not delete it five minutes later because he thinks it's garbage. But he's glad his kid is more confident than he is.

Farmtale Sans - He flicks you behind the head. Respect the dead ones. He taught you better than this! He's started lecturing you about how people would feel you disrespecting their missing family, and that you should know about this because their grandma is gone as well. Yeah, he's not really happy about this and if he sees you're acting all moody about this, he's taking your phone for a week lol. Great idea to show him, kid.

Farmtale Papyrus - He's unsure about this. He's quite a popular streamer himself, but he knows how bad can popularity be as well. He's not sure you're ready for this. If you want to keep going, he won't stop you, you clearly like what you're doing, but please let him take care of the account until you're old enough to accept bad reviews. He's not comfortable exposing you so young to how angry the Internet can be sometimes.

[thefinewinecompany]

How to Spot the Best Bold Red Wines Online

When it comes to red wine, bold is the way to go. Whether you're hosting a dinner party or cozying up by the fire, a glass of bold red wine can elevate any occasion. But how do you find the perfect bottle when shopping online? With so many options and descriptions to sift through, it can feel a bit like navigating a maze. Don’t worry! At The Fine Wine Company, we’re here to make it easy for you. Let’s dive into the art of spotting the best bold red wines online.

Understanding Bold Red Wines

What Makes a Red Wine Bold?

So, what exactly do we mean by "bold"? A bold red wine is one with a full body, high tannins, and an intense flavor profile. These wines are rich, complex, and pack a punch—perfect for making a statement on your palate. Think of it as the espresso of wines: strong, invigorating, and unforgettable.

Popular Bold Red Wine Varietals

Some grape varietals are naturally known for producing bold red wines. Here are a few you should keep an eye out for:

Cabernet Sauvignon: The king of bold reds, known for its dark fruit flavors and robust structure.

Malbec: A velvety wine with ripe berry notes and hints of spice.

Syrah/Shiraz: A spicy, smoky varietal that’s perfect for colder weather.

Zinfandel: A rich and jammy wine with layers of fruit and spice.

These varietals are a great starting point when shopping for bold wines online.

Tips for Spotting the Best Bold Reds Online

1. Read the Product Descriptions Carefully

When shopping online, product descriptions are your best friend. Look for words like “full-bodied,” “high tannins,” and “intense flavors.” These keywords are a dead giveaway that the wine is bold. Descriptions often include tasting notes—if you see mentions of dark fruits, chocolate, or spice, you’re on the right track.

2. Check Reviews and Ratings

Customer reviews and expert ratings can be a goldmine of information. If a wine has consistently high ratings, chances are it’s worth trying. Pay attention to what reviewers say about the wine’s body and flavor profile. And don’t ignore the occasional negative review—it might highlight aspects that don’t align with your preferences.

3. Understand Labels and Terminology

Deciphering wine labels can feel like cracking a code, but it’s worth the effort. Look for terms like “Reserva” or “Grand Reserve,” which often indicate higher-quality and bolder wines. The wine’s region and vintage can also provide clues; for example, a 2016 Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon is likely to be bold and structured.

4. Choose Trusted Retailers

Not all online wine stores are created equal. Shopping with reputable retailers like The Fine Wine Company ensures you’re getting quality wines that live up to their descriptions. Trustworthy sites often provide detailed information about each wine and even offer customer support to help you make the right choice.

Benefits of Shopping for Bold Red Wines Online

Access to a Wider Selection

One of the biggest perks of online wine shopping is variety. Brick-and-mortar stores might limit your options, but online retailers offer a treasure trove of bold reds from around the world.

Convenience of Shopping from Home

Let’s face it—nobody wants to brave the cold just to hunt for wine. Online shopping lets you browse and compare options from the comfort of your couch. It’s a win-win.

Fine Wine UK Delivery Services

Many online retailers, including The Fine Wine Company, offer wine company UK delivery services. This means you can have your favorite bold reds shipped directly to your doorstep, hassle-free.

Why Choose The Fine Wine Company for Bold Reds?

At The Fine Wine Company, we pride ourselves on offering a curated selection of bold red wine that cater to every palate. Whether you’re looking for a rich Malbec or a robust Cabernet Sauvignon, we’ve got you covered. Plus, our user-friendly website makes it easy to browse, read reviews, and make informed decisions.

Need help choosing the perfect wine? Our team of experts is always here to offer personalized recommendations.

Conclusion

Finding the best bold red wines online doesn’t have to be overwhelming. By understanding what makes a wine bold, paying attention to descriptions, and shopping with trusted retailers like The Fine Wine Company you can confidently choose wines that delight your palate. So, what are you waiting for? Explore our collection of bold reds today and let us bring the magic of fine wine UK to your home.

Cheers to discovering your next favorite bold red!

[wine109]

Your Guide to Wine Brewing Equipment in Winnipeg

Winnipeg, known for its vibrant culture and thriving local industries, is also home to a growing community of wine enthusiasts. Whether you’re an experienced vintner or a novice eager to craft your first bottle, having the right wine brewing equipment is essential. Winnipeg offers plenty of resources to support your winemaking journey, from specialty shops to community workshops.

Why Brew Your Own Wine?

Home winemaking is a rewarding hobby that allows you to control the flavours, ingredients, and aging process of your wine. Plus, it’s a cost-effective way to enjoy high-quality vintage tailored to your preferences. Many enthusiasts also find it an enjoyable and creative way to connect with friends and family.

Essential Wine Brewing Equipment

To begin your winemaking adventure, you’ll need some basic equipment:

Fermenter: A primary fermenter, usually a food-grade plastic bucket or glass carboy, is essential for starting the fermentation process.

Airlock and Stopper: These keep your fermenting sealed while allowing carbon dioxide to escape.

Hydrometer: Measures the sugar content and tracks the progress of fermentation.

Siphoning Equipment: For transferring without disturbing sediment.

Sanitizing Supplies: Cleanliness is crucial, so invest in high-quality sanitizers.

Bottles and Corks: Proper storage is key for aging and preserving.

Winemaking Kits: Perfect for Beginners

If you’re new to winemaking, consider starting with a kit. These kits include pre-measured ingredients and step-by-step instructions, simplifying the process while ensuring great results. Winnipeg’s stores often stock kits that cater to various styles, from rich reds to crisp whites.

Tips for Successful Home Winemaking

Invest in Quality Equipment: Good tools can make the difference between mediocre and exceptional vintage.

Follow Recipes Precisely: Brewing requires precision, especially during fermentation.

Be Patient: Aging wine enhances its flavour, so don’t rush the process.

Join a Community: Winnipeg has a passionate winemaking community. Joining local workshops or online forums can provide valuable insights and inspiration.

Conclusion

Crafting your own wine in Winnipeg is an enriching experience that combines science, art, and a love for great flavours. With the right equipment and a little patience, you can create vintages that rival commercial bottles. Explore Winnipeg’s winemaking shops, gather your tools, and embark on a delicious journey.

Raise a glass to your winemaking success!