#sweet hashtag

[chefrishabhsingh]

How To Make Red Mill Pancake Mix Recipe

The Red Mill Pancake Mix is a breakfast sensation that has captivated taste buds with its fluffy texture and wholesome flavour. This article will guide you through the Red Mill Pancake Mix Recipe, shedding light on what makes this mix unique, uncovering the essential ingredients, and providing a detailed step-by-step guide for preparation.

What is Red Mill Pancake Mix?

Bob's Red Mill Pancake Mix is a meticulously crafted blend of premium ingredients designed to deliver a delightful breakfast experience. Known for its high-quality organic flour and whole grains, this mix simplifies pancake preparation while ensuring a hearty and nutritious meal. The blend strikes a perfect balance of flavour, texture, and nutritional value, making it a popular choice for breakfast enthusiasts.

[mushroom-punk]

laios with a weighted blanket and noise cancelling headphones, REAL

[rystiel]

au where ford gets over himself when he gets to gravity falls and reaches out to stan sooner

stan thinks ford still doesn’t want him around and is gonna kick him out the moment he doesn’t need his help anymore ahaha. but like also they’re so sillayyyy

(plus a part 2)

[dr-wormman]

I don't know what to write for a caption just look at them

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

willingly unloved

[hornystiel]

what i'd love to see in future seasons in young daniel, especially if they go for the past dm route, is how he can also bark back at armand about stuff. sure he has much less bite behind that bark when he's young but it's still there. and also he's still kind of an asshole. and i keep seeing people deny him that, making him that sweet innocent puppy. i don't think he's a completely different entity in his 20s and 30s. or are we forgetting the whole 'yeah' wife debacle and other stuff he's told louis. he's a puppy that can also chew your leg off.

i guess what i'm trying to say is that i want more of the book daniel in the show one. the one who calls armand an immortal idiot to his face, who fights with him about things just because they are both passionate assholes. of course he's still scared deep down, especially at first, about armand but he's also barking because he can't not to, it's his idiot reckless nature that will get him through life and i want to see it, badly.

[woetoy]

got reminded of the time two cisfem pals, with their whole chest, went on a I hate men and that's ok ♥/men suck rant right next to their two transmen friends (one of them meee) like damn. I see how it is. ok.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

I don't care which character he plays, I'll always see Anakin whenever he's angry

[myokk]

herbology💓

Bea: @the-ozzie

Leo: me

[rowrowronnie]

anyone remember that pyro is a robot headcanon? yeah um erm i also remembered that and also sorta maybe mightve gotten carried away a little bit.. tee hee..

[aktosage]

“Lost time is never found again”⏱️

ANOTHER ONE FOR MY WATERFALL TEARS THING!!! Whirl…… beloved what did JRO do to y- *breaks him even more*

Love him, love his arc love his claws but sososo miserable…. Wah. I loved working on thus, and since I abandoned it for a year I noticed in real time how much I improved which is always good :3

Process pics!! + a link for a the time-lapse if u wanna see my process <3 [u soo want to sub to my youtube]

[drarrily-we-row-along]

All My Dreaming, It's Only Given a Name

Inspired by the Hozier song "To Someone in a Warmer Climate"... I'm fucking obsessed with it. I can't stop listening to it. If you haven't heard it, you simply MUST.

Harry woke up slowly, the room was still dark, his body warm and so content he couldn't be bothered by the ways his muscles twinged with the need to shift.

There was a comforting weight around his shoulders, a hand in his hair, anchoring him to the warm presence beneath him. A second hand had slipped under his shirt, hot palm cupping his side.

Godric, he never wanted to move again.

"Hi," murmured softly against his temple, lips brushing over his forehead in a lazy approximation of a kiss.

His heart swelled and burst, pressing against his ribs, pushing his lungs until he couldn't breathe with it; this easy, gentle affection. A love so full, so gentle that it felt like the tide washing over him and pulling him along. Words seemed to great a feat, so he just pressed his nose into Draco's collarbone, hoped it was enough.

"Hello, darling," whispered soft and sweet into Harry's hair as Draco's fingers carded through the curls there, his other hand drawing Harry even closer, lightly squeezing his side. "It's so early, love."

A low whine escaped Harry's throat, his body pressing closer, stretching out against Draco's until their bodies were aligned.

"That's it," he murmured encouragingly, holding Harry like he was something precious. "Come closer," he added, "close as you like."

"I'd like to crawl inside of your skin," Harry mumbled, then realized how odd that must sound.

Draco just chuckled softly, "I do understand that impulse," he said. "It doesn't ever feel like I can get close enough to you either."

He sighed, let the short-lived worry of being misunderstood fall away. "I used to dream about this, you know?"

"Did you?" he asked, voice warm like honey; indulgent, like he wanted to hear whatever Harry wanted to say no matter how ridiculous it might be.

He shook his head, "Not exactly," he said softly, turning to prop his chin on Draco's chest.

The other man shifted a bit so that he could look down at Harry, chin scrunching up in a way that should be unattractive but that Harry found impossibly endearing.

"My dreams are paltry in comparison to the reality of you," he murmured like a confession.

"Poetic," Draco replied, lips tilting up at the corners to soften his words, to tell Harry he was teasing, that he was feeling shy about being praised.

He hummed, "My whole life," he whispered, "There's this," he broke off, searching for the right word, "ache," he said, tapping his fingers against Draco's breastbone. He shook his head, "There's always been this yearning to be loved, to be held, to be cared for without the expectation of what I'll be able to give."

"Darling," Draco whispered, and Harry could hear the ache reflected in his voice. It was like this sometimes, like Draco took whatever was hurting Harry and held it in his own body, reflecting it back at him with an empathy and tenderness that left Harry elated and terrified all at once.

"But then there was you," he continued. "And all of my dreaming, it seems like a shadow compared to the reality of being loved by you. All of my longing, my yearning; the restless pursuit of something I never thought I could actually have-" he broke off, eyes stinging.

Draco's thumb brushed away a tear and lightly traced his cheekbone.

"I found all of the things I'd dreamt of in you," he managed. "And more," he added. "This is the fulfillment of everything I've ever wanted; a simple, cozy love. A shared bed, a shared home. Dinner together and evenings on the sofa, weekends attached at the hip. Someone to hold me gently, to kiss me tenderly. Someone who will let me hold them and love them with my love that's too big and never sufficient all at once."

"Darling," Draco murmured again. "You're not too much and you are enough," he assured. "I don't need anything more."

Harry nodded, snuggled back under Draco's arm, resting his head on his shoulder once more. "You make everything better."

"I love you," Draco breathed in that way of his, wondering and helpless, like the way he loved Harry was something that he found immense pleasure in. Godric, Harry loved it when he said it like that. "I love you so much," he repeated. "You make everything better too, darling."

"I love you too," Harry said softly, the simplest thing he knew. The truest thing he knew.

"Do you want to sleep a little more?" Draco asked through a yawn of his own.

He shrugged a shoulder, "Maybe," he said, "I do want to stay like this, even if I can't sleep any more."

"Alright," he agreed, dropping a kiss to the top of Harry's head. "Do you mind if I go back to sleep for a while?"

"Of course not," he said, squeezing Draco's ribs and kissing his collarbone.

Draco hummed, squeezed Harry a little tighter. "You're alright?"

Harry nodded, "Better than," he replied truthfully.

"Kay," Draco whispered, then as though sleeping was as easy for him as breathing, he dropped back off to sleep.

He lay there, listening to his beloved breathe, and couldn't fathom how his life had turned out sweeter than his very best dreams.

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(Read more of my fics, if you'd like)

[soiscla]

Goretober Days 8-10 | beaten/bruised, torture, & masochist.

Yeah, it’s repo! the genetic opera fan art.

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

i am going to unreal unearth unalive myself

[vesperione]

Tumblr what does this mean to u

[matilsabell]

Wolf in sheep’s clothing.