#m&ms store

[meekosthemeparkphotos]

Red M&M

#M&Ms #Red M&M #mascot #Characters #M&Ms Store #shop #West Side #Disney Springs #Disney #Walt Disney World #WDW

[horseblob]

my girlfriend is taking me to the m&m store and they're putting me back on the shelves because of my joy and a big nut inside me

#i posted about this on cohost before we went to the m&m store #imagine if you were like a m&ms

[hollowsart]

my mom made some cookies today (I was supposed to help, but I needed to take a shower first and she just decided to make them anyway without me.. I'm gonna help her with more cookies next week tho. more peppermint ones!)

the cookies are m&m using mini m&ms by my personal request. we did make a small select few with some white chocolate chips for me specifically. they're pretty good, but the m&ms are def way better. my mom even made a few with regular chocolate chips.

today was the funeral for my grandma and in her honor I wanted to make some m&m cookies, cuz the last thing I remember talking to her about was over the phone and making plans to visit and make cookies with her. she really wanted that and was fascinated about the idea of m&ms.

I never got to do that with her tho.. never got around to it.

I'm happy to have these cookies made tho. feels good.

#ghostie mumbles #funeral mention #the cookies are delicious and we still have some mini m&ms leftover to snack on if we want #I'm eating some now and enjoying myself #they're soft and made from scratch with a recipe. way better than any store bought kind I've had in the past

[boyduroy]

bruh

#m&ms #in this case stands for Maryjane and munchies #these candies are lit af my dude #weed joke #thrift shop #antique store

[newts-and-sharks]

I’m taking @mitathemita and @shawncoper1 to the dollar 25 store, any body else wanna come with?

#I had to trap Shawn to get them away from the m&ms #dollar 25 store trip #newts doodles

[broke-on-books]

😍😍😍

#accidentally slept through my only class today #which whoops sorry. (my 9am english) #which kind of killed step 1 of a plan of mine but thats okay #anyways THEN i had to go downtown to pick up this award bc i forgot to show up to the ceremony like a dumb dumb #but the building was like a 25 minute walk and it was COLD (punishment for my dumb dumbness tbh) but anyways i got there early so i walked #around the block and then went inside and picked up my medal #and i was already far downtown so then i popped my head in a couple of stores as i slowly walked back #got a few things from target. new hair clip nail polish m&ms pens and then a mango. very excited to eat that either later today or tomorrow #then i popped in the calligraphy store and then the comic shop and looked around. saw some white ribbon in the calligraphy store which ive #been looking for but didnt get it because it was a bit wide and kind of expensive and i want a lot for my project idea #(want to write out some of my favorite poems on them in sharpie and then use it to accessorize) #and then i went to the comic shop and peeked around. saw a nubia issue and a few gl 2021s in the discount bin but i didnt get them bc #they were all middle issues and i havent read those books yet although i do want to someday bc my guys were in them. one of the gl 21s even #had simon on the cover so i was very !!!!!!!! thats my guy!!!!! #didnt buy anything there but i did ask the guy to make sure to order a copy of the spirit world tpb so ill stop by to get that in a few wks #and then i went to the bookstore cafe and got a cold brew and did a but of English there. they have tables in the stacks its nice. the one i #grabbed was just surrounded by old paperbacks of sci fi and thrillers lol. didnt see anything id read but recognized a few author names like #card (no enders game though) and the pern lady (idk her name i havent read it). anyways did half a blog post thats technically late (ill #backdate though dw) and then packed up and i grabbed a gyro from the halal cart on that block which i just finished back at my dorm <3333 #anyways good times. now im gonna try and spam some work and go to freaking trivia team for the first time in a month later. oops #blah #oh and i think the halal cart guy may have given me a free soda. unsure abt that though bc its possible it came with and i was just being #silly again. so anyways i had a ginger ale too

[quarter-machines-seattle]

April 12th, 2023

M&M’s and Skittles at Sebo’s Do-It Center in Clinton, WA

25¢ each

#quarter machine #bulk vending #candy machine #candy #m&ms #skittles #hardware store #washington #whidbey island #quarter #coin #25¢ #april 2023 #2023 #quarter-machines-seattle

[taxi-davis]

#weight watchers #by #James Zamora #food #grocery store #grocery aisles #candy #chocolate #m&ms #sweets #still life #realism #painting #art #snacks #snackcore

[nonbinary-candy]

the scrunkly

#im going down a m&ms stores rabbit hole #orange

[psqqa]

100% the most fucked up thing about italy is that you can only get fruitella in fucking bags instead of rolls like the rest of the sane and civilized world

#and also that some grocery stores straight up don’t have them #what are you—north american??? #the civilized world is the part of the world that sells fruitella #the sane world is the part of the world that sells fruitella in rolls #also: it is a fucking tragedy that it took until my last fucking evening in italy for me to remember about crunchy m&ms #like i could have been eating crunchy m&ms all day every day for the full two weeks of my vacation #and now i’ll have to settle for one measly mini bag and whatever i can find at the airport i guess #god the airport had better have fucking fruitella

[iinmysights]

why didn’t i think to ask if “we can only unlock and lock the car but we can’t start it” meant that they could give me a new key fob and i’d just have to use a separate key unattached to the fob to start my car until after i ended the call

#Ravage.txt #dl #now i need to wait for my parents to come back so i can make dad call the place and ask for me 🧍‍♂️ #stupid dealership deciding to just give me an ‘intermittently working’ key fob IT HASNT WORKED ONCE!!! NOT EVEN ONCE!!!!! SINCE I PICKED HIM #UP ON FRIDAY. like THE FUCK GUYS YOU TOLD ME YOUD REPLACE IT #they said they’d take the charge for the replacement since they were supposed to give me a working fob but their usual place doesn’t open #until tomorrow around 9 and quite frankly i’m fucking pissed that if i want to go to the store for peanut nemnems i have to manually lock #and unlock my car and suffer the embarrassment of the alarm going off every. single. time. i unlock it. #I WANT MY NEMENMS (M&MS)!!!! and i want PANCAKES but i can’t have SHIT because of social ANXIETY #im so mad i’m sooo mad bc my guy was supposed to text me yesterday morning or call and tell me when the key people could get me in. well #guess fucking what he didn’t do that until after noon when ***i*** texted HIM first (i said i wasn’t available after noon bc of class #earlier but when i woke up it had been canceled but i didn’t tell them that) and he was basically like ‘oh sorry yeah they couldn’t do it #today do you have time tomorrow?’ so i said yes and then he said ‘oh sorry they’re closed tomorrow do you have time on wednesday?’ #do you see. do you see why i want to go apeshit. do you see why i’m trying to find local places that replace key fobs. #im not calling ace back until dad gets back though nuh uh that’s his job now #genuinely annoyed with the dealership rn. oh it stinks of cigarettes to the point where your eyes water and you’re trying to not cough? #we’ll do a smell treatment now then instead of when we first got the car which allowed you to use it as bargaining leverage. oh your key fob #doesn’t work? we’ll say it works ‘intermittently’ on friday and not replace it until wednesday at the soonest. oh your gas cap has a lock on #it? we never bothered to check that in our safety inspection so you’ll have to remove it yourself and buy a new one and we’ll cover that #expense. #im so done with them dude im so glad my parents aren’t buying another car from them #they were a lot better than the kia guys we went to why had a whole ton of bullshit fees that literally raised the price of a soul to double #but they’re only MARGINALLY better. really hope ace CAN actually replace the fob they just technically can’t give me a manual key (i have a #spare anyway that isn’t attached to the current fob)

[jeezypetes]

I’ve lived all over this big beautiful country and the most chaotic convenience store I’ve ever been in is the 7-11 at to the fort totten metro. Consistently too like the employees bring their dogs in and tie them up in the corner - I’ve seen half eaten donuts on the floor - a guy open the hot case take out a thing of chicken wings take a single bite of one wing then put it all back in the case - children climbing on the shelves - it kind of rules except they NEVER have welchs fruit gummies

#do u guys have any fun convenience store experiences #god the takoma metro 7-11 was so angelic and perfect like a very relaxed friendly atmosphere. but they TORE IT DOWN for condors. evil #fort totten 7-11 had a very different vibe which is fun but its small and they’re always out of my favorite snacks #ive been trying new things but so far the only new thing i i like is peanut butter m&ms

[fakegeekguy]

We went to a vintage store, apparently after “the controversy” about the green M&M a reseller came in with five boxes of classic design green M&M merchandise

#m&ms #green m&m #vintage store

[proxima-writes]

SWEET TOOTH

pairing: mike schmidt x female reader

rating: explicit

word count: 1.1k

summary: mike has a sweet tooth. when he sees you come home from the grocery store with an extra bag you’re trying to hide, your efforts to keep your candy away from him turn dirty.

author’s note: i have no explanation. just a sprinkle of josh hutcherson brain rot that turned into this.

warnings/tag: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), established relationship, dry humping, desperate mike, sub mike vibes, pet names (including good boy), teasing, play fighting, kissing, mike cumming in his pants, begging.

Mike stumbles out of the bedroom when he hears the door open, the rustle of plastic grocery bags followed by the gentle opening and closing of the kitchen cabinets letting him know you’re back from dropping Abby off at school and running to the store. He didn’t sleep much but it doesn’t matter, not when he’s been missing you for the last couple of nights.

“Hey,” he says, entering the kitchen and sliding his arms around your waist. “What did you get?”

“Just the usual. Some frozen pizzas. Rice. Those burritos you like were on sale, so I got a bunch of those,” you reply. There’s a bag on the counter that’s still full and when he tries to reach for it to help you out, you snatch it away. He raises his eyebrows.

“What’s in the bag?” He asks.

“Nothing.” You step away from him, hiding the bag behind your back. “It’s just…feminine things.”

He doesn’t buy it.

“You mean the same feminine things that are fully stocked in the bathroom right now?”

You shrug. “They were on sale.”

“I don’t think you’re telling the truth,” he teases, taking another step toward you. You back up, but he moves forward. You shift to the side and he follows suit. “Is it candy?”

You stomp your foot petulantly. “Michael Schmidt, you are not stealing my candy this time. You and Abby ate all of my M&Ms last weekend!”

“Sharing is caring!” He tries to reach for you but you duck around him, running for the living room with your bag in hand.

Mike chases after you, following the sound of your laughter and watching as you round the back of the couch, using the piece of furniture to defend yourself. Every time he moves, you shift in the other direction, bag still held behind your back. He moves forward and your eyes narrow.

“Don’t you dare,” you hiss. Like a disobedient cat, he places one foot on the couch cushions, raising his eyebrows at you in defiance. “Michael Schmidt!”

He rushes over the furniture toward you, a shriek that turns into a giggle filling the room as closes in on you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“Gotcha,” he teases. He reaches around to grapple for the bag, struggling grab it as you move it out of his reach. Your ass is snug against his hips and his cock takes notice of the contact, twitching in his sweatpants.

“You got a little problem there, Mike?” You ask, voice teasing. You grind against him and he hisses, eyes fluttering closed. His hands still, settling on your hips.

“F-fuck,” he stutters. You take advantage of his moment of weakness, breaking free from his grasp and rushing across the room. “Hey!”

He charges after you again, grabbing you around the waist again and throwing both of your bodies over the back of the couch, the two of you landing in a heap of limbs on the cushions. You hold the bag of candy up over your head and he reaches over you, success so close he can taste it.

Your hips twitch against the knee he’s got planted on the cushions between your legs and he pauses, glancing down in interest. In his distraction, you shift your weight enough to send him toppling to the ground, landing with a thump and a groan on his back.

He looks up at you, sees the little smirk on your lips, the mischievous glint in your eye, and he knows he’s in trouble. You grind yourself against him and his eyes roll back at the sensation, the friction of your body against his familiar and consuming in the best way.

“What’s the matter, Mike?” You ask, voice teasing. “Thought you wanted my candy?”

“Mm, candy can wait,” he manages to murmur, lifting his hands to slide his palms along your thighs. “I could use some sugar, though.”

You laugh, head thrown back and shoulders shaking. “That was so bad!”

“Made you laugh, though,” he counters. You smile at him, planting your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you lean close, lips ghosting over his.

He kisses you, slow at first, lips moving in a familiar dance. He swipes his tongue against yours, relishing in the heat and taste of you. You wriggle in his lap like you can’t help yourself, can’t sit still, little sighs escaping you as he kisses you senseless. You feel so good on top of him, surrounding him, grounding him to a present where he doesn’t have to worry about work and bills and money and whether he’s doing well enough for Abby.

You break away from him with a slick pop, lips glistening with spit. You move over him again, this time with intent. You drag your clothed pussy over his hard cock, slow and steady, back and forth.

“Mmm, w-why don’t we take this to the — fuck — bedroom?” Mike asks, trying to hold you still. His fingers dig into your hips but that only seems to spur you on. “Come on, lemme make you feel good.”

“Feel plenty good just like this,” you murmur. Mike bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut, thinks about anything but the friction of your pussy against his cock but all his mind goes to is images of you splayed out in bed, leaking cum and glistening with sweat. He whines, hips bucking up against you.

“Please, f-fuck,” he bites out. “If you d-don’t stop I’m gonna—“

“Gonna what, Mike? Cum in your pants for me?”

Mike groans, long and loud, that knot in his stomach going taut. He can feel himself leaking in his boxers, an embarrassingly sticky mess that you’ve made of him without even touching him.

“Come on,” you encourage, sliding a hand from his chest up to the base of his throat. “Good boys cum when they’re told, baby.”

The slight pressure on his neck, the rocking of your hips, the dark look in your eyes, it’s all too much, too soon, too good. Mike’s hips stutter, warmth flooding him as he cums and cums and cums, cock twitching against you as you slow your movements.

You stop, sitting still on top of him. He’s panting, aching fingers flexing on your thighs as you run a hand through his hair before kissing him, soft pecks of your lips over his face that have him smiling like a dope.

“If this is what I get if I eat your candy then I hope you know it’ll never be safe,” he teases. You smack his chest, standing and grabbing the discarded bag from the floor.

“If you touch my gummy bears, you better get real acquainted with your hand,” you reply.

“Might be worth it for gummy bears.”

A handful of the gummy bears pelt his face and you laugh as he pops one in his mouth. You finish off the bag together before Mike returns the favor.

Over and over and over.

All masterlists

#mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut #mike schmidt x female reader #mike schmidt fic #mike schmidt fanfic #mike schmidt fnaf #josh hutcherson character

[brieftacosandwich]

"ms decor in greater noida""Curtain Shop In Greater Noida""Bedsheet Store In Greater Noida"

#msdecor #ms decor #MS Decor | Carpet Shop In Greater Noida #MS DECOR - Curtain & Bedsheet Store #Home Interiors: MS DECOR in Greater Noida #bedsheet #Bedsheet shop in greater noida #Bedsheet shop near me #M S Decor deals in: Bed Liner Bath Liner Curtains Fabric Carpets Blinds Wallpapers

[betterbooktitles]

"I’m certain I’m not the only millennial who feels we as a nation have taken a dizzying turn when it comes to drugs. I remember a uniformed police officer showing up once a week in 5th Grade (a year before Sex Ed) to explain how to avoid buying and taking drugs. Luckily, I already knew the dangers of the drug trade because I had seen The Usual Suspects. I knew cocaine was a bad thing to buy, sell, or steal, especially from a drug kingpin. The D.A.R.E. program, however, let me know how important it was to say no to anything fun, including alcohol. At least until I understood a little algebra first. We did role-playing exercises where we walked one by one toward the portly police officer and he casually asked if we wanted to hit a mimed joint with him. All we had to do was say “no” and walk to the other side of the room, defying the only rule I knew about improv. We wrote essays about how important it was to preserve our pristine bodies and minds, obviously unsullied since we had yet to take the class teaching us how puberty was going to defile them both. I’m still mad that my friend Nicole’s essay beat mine in a contest, and she got to read hers in front of the whole school all because she had the benefit of an older brother who took too much acid and sat in her room all night talking about why the existence of light proved God was real. My essay about a time I saw my friend’s dad drink a beer and then drive his truck somewhere was also good! We signed pledges to enter the new millennium drug-free. We took the red pencils that said “Friends Don’t Let Friends Do Drugs” and sharpened all of them down to say “Let Friends Do Drugs,” “Friends Do Drugs,” “Do Drugs,” and simply “Drugs.” Despite that little rebellious act, my friends and I spent a solid six months swearing we’d never put any harmful substance into our bodies besides every form of candy available.

Imagine how I feel now as a D.A.R.E. graduate becoming my dad’s drug dealer. It’s less thrilling than I thought it would be. Between my father’s warning not to hang around one specific neighborhood in Cleveland as a kid and nearly every TV show about drugs, I thought I’d always be buying marijuana from an intimidating dude who definitely had a gun and would use it immediately if he thought I was wearing a wire. Instead, I now buy marijuana from a well-lit storefront that looks like the Apple Store. I’ve even gone to a place where a guy with an iPad explained what each available strain would do to me. I buy what sounds good with all the confidence of a man pointing at items on a menu written in a language he can’t read. I put it all in a cardboard box. I place a book on top. I mail the box to my dad from my local post office. I tell myself the book is to hide the contraband crossing state lines, but in truth, the book is what clears my conscience. I want to send my dad something edifying while also sending him the drug that all of America worried would make me unable to read if I tried it once. The unrequested book is a red herring to distract from the vice, like when you were young and didn’t want to buy condoms outright at the store so you cushioned them between a pack of peanut M&Ms and a magazine. Hmm, what else did I need, — right, while I’m here — might as well pick up a few condoms.

Right as marijuana becomes legal in most states, I’m about done with the drug. I’ve had three good times on edibles, and one of them was when I felt nothing and fell asleep at 9:30 PM. I’m flabbergasted that my dad likes edibles. He seems to be a man free of anxiety. Case in point, I once brought him some THC lozenges to our summer holiday in Chautauqua, and around dinner time I told him “You might want to only take half of what I gave you” to which he replied, “I took it hours ago.” He was stoned and no one noticed.

While I’m stuck in my head, stoned or sober, wondering why I didn’t take some acting gig 15 years ago, wondering if I’ll ever make enough money, worrying I’m doing everything wrong including in this moment as I write this sentence, my dad is enjoying himself.

Judith Grisel, the author of Never Enough: The Neuroscience And Experience of Addiction, describes using marijuana as throwing ��a bucket of red paint” on your brain. She was approaching the stimulant clinically in terms of how it differed from the laser focus of other drugs (THC reacts with many receptors in the brain, cocaine focuses on one), but now every time I smoke, I think of the red paint metaphor. While other people seem able to crank an entire joint and do insanely complicated stuff like function at their jobs, I am reduced to a gelatinous blob, on top of which my eyes and brain are navigating a dream state that, like many dreams, isn’t all that interesting the next day. Mostly, I get high and can’t decide what I want to watch on TV or what video game I want to play, I realize how hungry I am, and then I fall asleep with cereal still stuck to my teeth. Pot, for me, is like the squid ink hitting the screen in Mario Kart: I can still see where I’m going, but everything gets a little harder to do, and the panicked half-blindness makes everything slightly more chaotically fun."

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