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fullcravings · 1 year
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Easter No-Bake Mini Egg Cheesecake
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superbeans89 · 4 months
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UK culture is offering people creme eggs like they’re cigars.
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helloparkerrose · 2 months
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desertwaterwitch · 1 year
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I had a dream that I was eating Cadbury eggs. The hard shell ones. Then I realized I needed to savor them.
I woke up and “the Easter bunny” came and brought me Cadbury eggs! Along with other stuff! 🥚 🍫
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cursedchildofchaos · 1 year
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i some how misplaced my cadbury eggs (or at least have no memory of eating them) and i am so upset and not normal about it
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sparxaf · 2 years
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Pass the happy! When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications 😙✨
Thank you anonymous, this made me smile. You asked for five things that make me happy, but it made me happy to list things that made me happy 😆 So you get ten of them instead. In no particular order.
🥰 Receiving comments on my fics 🍫 Cadbury Eggs 🍂 Fall leaves crunching underfoot 🦄 My bestie/beta reader Sam/ThroughTheJunoBush 🎶 When my favorite musicians drop new music 🖤 Painting my nails black ✨ Sparkly eye shadow ✍️ LITG FF Discord 🤏 Shoulder massages 👖 When Pandora plays Sugar, We're Going Down
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The ultimate creme egg
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icaruspendragon · 3 months
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like yeah we get eternal life because jesus suffered on the cross which is cool and all but we also get cadbury mini eggs because of it. he gave his life so that we may have the most precious gift even though we weren’t worthy. and i think that’s beautiful.
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facts-i-just-made-up · 7 months
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hey can i get some sweet sweet facts about ireland?
The sweetest fact about Ireland is of course, Cadbury.
In the town of Coolock is an unassuming building with the word "Cadbury" on the side. This is where the first Creme Egg was laid. With a chocolate shell and albumen of pure sugar, the Cadbury Creme Egg is not only the sweetest thing in Ireland but the sweetest object known to humankind, ranking over 95,000 Beetuses on the Wilford Brimley Memorial Scale.
The mystery of what laid the egg remains to this day. Once claimed to have been a rabbit, gorilla, or golden goose, genetic analysis of modern eggs suggest that the egg laying being has not only crustacean, but reptilian and annelid DNA. This suggests the existence of a proprietary, genetically engineered egg laying being, developed by Cadbury in the depths of Spike Island's catacombs, where it has been fed on the bodies of martyrs since the pagan days of yore.
Though nothing else is known about the creature, known by cryptozoologists as the "Cadbeest," the Cadbury Creme Egg is unquestionably delicious, and slightly less than 80% likely to result in its offspring bursting out of anyone who eats has eaten one, an event predicted by the prophet Chocoladamus to occur on St. Patrick's Day in 2028.
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citricat · 3 months
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guys i think. i am a slugcat. not like any specific slugcat just the species
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dress
(a taylor verse ficlet from THIS request) 
content: no actual smut but ... matty’s thoughts are SMUTTY and there’s definitely some heavy petting. so 18+, MINORS DNI. you are beautiful and glorious and stunning and he is just there. matty is PINING for you hard in this one. 
the room is crowded. a bit too much for matty’s liking, but you’re basking in the glory of the people surrounding you. you’re radiant to him; skin glowing as bright as your iridescent smile and eyes shining in the lights. you’re shining. a shining star. to know you is a privilege in and of itself, but to be the one that you go home with at the end of nights like this? well, he’ll never know how he got that lucky. he’s never really believed in angels, but matty’s very well convinced that you could be one.
the dress you’re wearing is sinful, though most would never think to utter those words. it hugs you in all the right places, clings to your body in ways he wish he could. it looks like it was made for you (and it was), custom-tailored to make his heart race and mind wander into depths he would have to soon crawl out of. this dress is going to put him in an early grave, even more so if he had to wait any longer to get you out of it. 
its your birthday, so of course you’re being pulled in many different directions, having to talk to many people that aren’t him and he’s sick. matty doesn’t like sharing, especially when it comes to you and your attention but he’s not about to make a scene in front of all these people. not when you look and are such a radiant being in front of him. after each conversation passes, he finds your eyes searching for his own. and when your irises meet his, a small smile crosses your lips. 
each glance only fuels the longing in his veins. he wants you, craves you even. he wants to see you writhing in delirious pleasure beneath him, consuming all of his senses with the taste of you on his tongue and your cries blessing his ears. he wants to feel you, every inch of you. but your trysts are a thing of secrecy, something you only utter to each other behind closed doors and hidden parking lots. the things he would do to decree the way the blood in his veins sings for you to all of these people, friends and colleagues alike. he would never, though. you’re his best friend after all. 
“something up with you?” george’s voice sounds next to him and matty is pulled from his dress induced daydream.
he blinks a few times and with a shake of his head he replies, “nah. just thinking about something.”
“something or someone?” george has a shit-eating grin on and there was nothing more that matty wants to do in that moment but smack it off of him. george knows him better than anyone, so there was no real reason for matty to hide the way he feels about him from his other best friend if he would just find out eventually. 
“no, definitely something. that dress, mate.” matty whistles lowly. george only smirks and claps a hand on matty’s shoulder. 
“well, if you keep staring at them like that people might call the authorities. you look like you’re about ready to pounce,” george laughs. 
he really has no idea. 
the night drags on for the most part, though matty’s having a bit more fun now that you’re showing him some semblance of attention. he’s danced with you and your friends, (even got ripped to shreds by charli on the dance floor for his choice of moves), shared a cigarette with you on the balcony (it was hard for him to keep his composure there, he will not lie). it’s still hard to be around you considering all of his thoughts are consumed by you and all of the things he wants to do to you, but having you near him definitely helps soothe the ache. your laughs and giggles pierce right through him, hitting him in the most sensitive of places.
when it comes time to leave, you give him an all too familiar glance. his eyes fall to your lips, then your body before rounding back up to your eyes and he just slyly smirks at you in response. you’ve both arrived separately but are leaving together like so many times before, chalking up the sharing of the taxi to the fact that your hotel and his are so close to each other and it would be silly not to split the cab. 
the drive back to the hotel tests his patience. he’s been longing for you all night, painfully hard in his slacks and you’re just sitting next to him with your knees knocking against his. the things he would do to just take you right then and there in the back of the taxi, but that would later require paperwork and cleaning fees and possibly a long talking to the taxi driver. so he remains stoic, only leaning down to your ear to pull the lobe between his teeth. 
“’m gonna fucking ruin you,” his voice is harsh and laced with desire, and when he utters your name in a languid groan you swear your breath gets stuck in your throat. the world stops and nothing else matters in that moment. 
luckily, the taxi has paused outside of your hotel. you can’t find the words to speak, so matty has to offer a thanks to the driver in both words and an awfully good tip. your hands intertwine with his as he leads you inside and to the elevators. you’re thankful that the ride is short-lived because your matty-induced haze has only just begun and now its your turn to grow impatient. 
he’s wrapping himself around you as you fumble with the key to the room, lips hot on your neck. your flesh feels electrified with each time his teeth gently scrape at your sensitive skin. matty’s lips curl around the base of your neck, sucking a deep wound that you know you’re going to have to cover up tomorrow. but that’s a later issue. he’s consuming your every thought, his name falling from your lips in a breathless sigh. 
the lock on the door finally blinks green after your belligerent and distracted attempts of trying to open it. he pushes you in and spins you around, using the heel of his foot to kick the door closed. 
matty’s lips find yours in a heated kiss. your hands are in his hair, running along his torso, unbuttoning his shirt- they’re everywhere because you just can’t get enough. 
“you were distracting,” you hum, his lips have traveled to your neck again. his own hands have begun to travel over your body. 
“mmm, but you just looked so good.” you can feel his smile against your skin. he nips gently at the tender spot just below your ear. “and this dress.” it’s practically a moan as it falls from his lips and out into the air. 
you grin when his eyes finally meet yours, clutching onto the back of his neck to pull him down for another breath-stealing kiss. its much more passionate, driven by need and desire. you’re melting into you and he’s catching every last drop you have to offer him.
“i only got this dress so you can take it off,” you hush out against his lips. 
he groans again, tongue licking at your bottom lip. 
and it's confirmed yet again that both the dress and you would be the death of him as his fingers nimbly pull down the zipper holding you back from him. 
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oifaaa · 1 year
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Fuck yeah egg day
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wizardcurse · 2 months
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kitty visited
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royal-food · 1 year
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Mini Egg Cheesecake Bites
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