flowered carpet


The biggest flower carpet in the world. It is located in Brussels. It’s to pay tribute to the estimated 220,000 Turks who began coming to Brussels 50 years ago under an immigration pact. (Source)

Topi’s Daily Card #1147:  Carpet of Flowers

Now, this neat card has gotten some errata that changed the function somewhat.  Basically they changed this card so you can only do it during one of your main phases, not pre and post combat like the wording suggests.  Now, the card itself can be a huge boon depending on who you’re playing.  With any luck, this little enchantment will generate at least 3+ mana each of your turns, which is more than fair. A couple other things to keep in mind when you’re using this card.  It targets, so it’s not a mana ability and can be countered, and since it targets, any sort of Leyline of Sanctity or similar Ivory Mask effects can negate this card from working against one opponent.  Still, if you’re looking for good cheap ramp when everyone is playing blue, this is a pretty good hate card to have.


Lost Wood by Stuart_East
Via Flickr:
This was actually taken last year at a magnificent wild garlic and bluebell wood near Kingley Vale. i went back recently to see that it has sadly now been mostly destroyed by the Forestry Commision driving their machinery all over the forest leaving huge tracks and dead wood everywhere. I would be interested in anyone else’s opinions on the matter if they have been there.

Merlot (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

A/N: So, I am stoked for the new Kingsman movie and wanted to write a little angsty/smutty Eggsy. Hope you guys like it!!! Enjoy!! xx

Warnings: smut, angst, typical Eggsy

Originally posted by taronegertononline

A waltz drifted through the air and the hum of the crowded ballroom. The music rose and fell, causing you to gently sway in time with the music. Your white, floor length gown fluttered with your movements. You let your gaze wander up to the grand vaulted ceiling above you. A magnificent crystal chandelier hung from the mural covered ceiling. You could admire the paintings for hours. 

A sharp voice in the radio in your ear interrupted your thoughts. “Stay focused, Gwenevere. You have a mission to carry out.” You silently cursed yourself for getting distracted and heeded Merlin’s words. You were here on a mission for the Kingsman. The mission, to infiltrate Isaac Rovanov’s birthday ball and find a main frame computer to hack into his documents and chemical weapons plans. To do so, you had to mingle with the crowd a bit and find a time to sneak away without arousing suspicion.  

You, however, were not alone on this mission. The Kingsman’s pride and joy, Galahad, was with you. Eggsy was an insufferable flirt and a pompous cock who made you want to do unspeakable things to him behind closed doors. He may be annoying but damn, that wink and smooth voice could make you melt. 

As you scanned the dance floor for your partner, a strong hand came to rest on your waist and your could feel warm lips against your ear. “Looking for me, love?” Eggsy whispered. 

A hot shiver ran down your spine and you were positive he could feel it because his grip got a little tighter. “Are you ready to get on with it?” you ask, ignoring his quip.

“Oh, I’m always ready to get it on.” He pulled you into his side, winking at you slyly and allowing a devilish smirk to grace his face. His dark blue eyes sparkled in the light of the chandelier. Gracefully, he led you across the dance floor towards a hallway that Merlin had discovered led to Rovanov’s private quarters. 

“We have to make it convincing,” you whispered. As if on cue, Eggsy slid his hand down to your ass and gave it a squeeze. 

“Easy,” he whispered back, a smirk still on his face. Through a grimace, you managed to force a giggle and rubbed yourself up against the agent. You pushed Eggsy against the velvety wall just before the hallway and peppered his jaw in light nips and kisses. You hoped a few party goers and security would see, assuming you were a young couple in need of a little privacy. “Very convincing, (Y/N),” Eggsy moaned through clenched teeth. He grabbed your hand and led you down the hall. 

“The door is up on your left and the code is 1986,” Merlin said in both of your ears. Eggsy pushed you up against the door in question, attaching his lips to your neck. He sucked and nipped as he punched in the numbers on the door’s key pad. You could feel your thighs begin to tremble and you had to bite your lip to hold back a genuine moan. 

The door swung open and Eggsy pushed you into the room, closing the door swiftly and quietly behind him. You both heard the door click and lock. The room you walked into was one of elegance and romance. Only lit by candlelight, the darkly decorated room was centered around a grand four-poster bed with crimson curtains. The duvet was also crimson but interlaced with gold flowers. A plush carpet muffled the sound of your heels and a marble fireplace stood cold and empty on one end. Rovanov’s desk and computer was opposite the fireplace. 

You did a slow spin as you examined the room before resting your gaze on Eggsy. He was staring at you, his eyes fiery and his lip caught in between his teeth. “I should have brought some wine for such a romantic occasion,” he said, sauntering towards you. 

“We’re on a mission, Galahad. Besides, the convincing is over,” you said, turning away from the brunette and towards the computer. Eggsy grabbed you by the arm, however, and in one strong movement, pulled you into his chest. 

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). Don’t you at least agree that a little chardonnay would go great with this moment?” He looked down at you with lust filled eyes.

You slowly ran your hands up and down his chest, feeling a low growl rumble within him. “A nice Merlot would go better. I like things with a little… bite.” 

Eggsy crashed his lips against yours. He tasted like spearmint and oaky whiskey. You dragged your nails down Eggsy’s chest, working on the buttons of his suit jacket. He chewed on your bottom lip as he pushed you back towards the massive bed. His hands clung to your waist and only left to shake off his jacket. He reached behind you and hastily unzipped the back of your dress. The dress pooled around your feet. You were only wearing a black lace thong. 

“Guys, c’mon! You have work to…” Merlin began shouting into your earpieces. 

You dug yours out of your ear and Eggsy did the same after saying, “Give us eight minutes.” Eggsy deftly picked you up and laid your down on the bed. He stripped off his crisp white shirt and crawled over you. He roughly pressed his lips against yours before dragging them across your jaw, down the sensitive flesh of your neck, and through the valley of your breasts. His finger tips dug into your breasts as he kneaded them, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nipples. 

You let out a quick moan as his teeth grazed the sensitive buds. “Eggsy…” A growl emanated from him at the sound of his name and he worked even rougher. He nipped and sucked his way south, leaving growing, purple bruises along your bare skin. Eggsy looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk before taking your thong between his teeth and dragging it down your legs. He discarded the garment onto the floor and roughly pushed your legs apart.

A shudder shot through you at the sudden cold air. He lowered his face incredibly close to your heat and your could feel his warm breath on you. Teasingly, he licked one long, agonizing stripe up your folds. A whimper escaped your lips and he chuckled as he removed his trousers. He crawled over you and positioned himself between your legs. “This will be extremely convincing, eh, love?” he whispered huskily before pushing into you.

You snaked your arms around his back and dug your nails into his skin. An animal-like moan escaped you as he roughly pulled out and thrust back into you. Your skin tingled with fiery electricity as Eggsy aggressively pumped in and out of you. Almost instantly, the knot of an orgasm began to build in your stomach. Eggsy reached down and pulled your leg up higher, giving him more access. You growled and dragged your nails down his back as he thrust deeper into you. 

“Eggsy,” you whimpered as your orgasm built. With a growl, Eggsy pinned your hands above your head, holding himself up and getting an even deeper angle. His arms flexed on either side of you and his thrusts began to become sloppier. 

“Fuck, (Y/N), I’m gonna,” he began before cutting himself off with another growl and a moan. You could feel him twitch inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as your arched your back and felt your own orgasm overcome you. It spilled over and your breath quickened. You moaned Eggsy’s name as you began to come down and Eggsy burst inside of you. He slowly pulled out of you, a mix of fluids staining the ornate duvet. 

Eggsy laid down next to you, catching his breath and allowing his muscles to relax. In a calm silence, the two of you dressed yourselves. As Eggsy slowly zipped up the back of your dress, he placed a soft kiss on the nape of your neck. “You taste better than any wine I could think of,” he whispered. 

It was your turn to smirk at him as the two of you replaced your ear pieces. Just then, the door clicked and unlocked. “Fuck me,” you whispered through clenched teeth.

“Just did.” And Eggsy flashed a confident smile your way.

anonymous asked:


OMG YOU POOR SOUL. I feel you, we have all been there! Also that fic sounds heartbreaking I’ll need to read it. I’m going to give you a collection of feel-good fics that I love dearly and that always make me smile.

Drarry + feel-good fic recs

Crutch, by AWickedMemory (11k)
Harry has too much to do, and Draco, too little. The solution? Hire him, of course. Who knew Draco Malfoy would be such a perfect personal assistant?
(One of my precious loves in terms of fic. Assistant!Draco is brilliant, and Harry just can’t do without him. This is hilarious, in character, and so good.)

Little Red Courgette by blamebrampton (31k)
When this season’s purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?
(I’ve laughed myself to tears on more than one occasion while reading this because it’s so witty and endlessly fun. Author is a genius, truly.)

there’s a trick with a dragon I’m learning to do by curiouslyfic (20k)
Harry’s live-in’s a workaholic being courted — harassed — by an array of weeping minions and an assortment of overprivileged pricks. Harry’s bloody portraits are being harassed — courted — by, well, an assortment of things Harry doesn’t even want to think about. Harry’s had a long week already and so far, his weekend’s not looking much better. At least he can say with certainty there’s no place like home…
(I have so much love for this fic. It has established Drarry with all this domesticity, lovely detailssss, and such great writing. Can’t rec it enough!)

Life Is The Flower (For Which Love Is the Honey) by bafflinghaze (15k)
The Malfoy Manor lands are lush and verdant. Bees hover over carpets of flowers, and ducks paddle in the pond. It is a place far removed from bustling London and pesky reporters; it is a place where Harry finds what—and who—he didn’t know he was missing.
(A fluffy favorite of mine. It’s so goofy and full of bickering, them being adorkable, all this argumentative flirting, and Harry’s baking!)

• In the Company of a Rubber Duck by birdsofshore (34k)
War makes for strange bedfellows. However that doesn’t fully explain how Harry ended up sharing his bath with Draco Malfoy… nor why Malfoy was a rubber duck at the time.
(This sounds cracktastic, and it is. All kinds of hilarious, but also very sweet and precious. Featuring Draco at a muggle cinema and such fun things.)

Crystal Clear by ICMezzo (6.7k)
Harry customizes a snow globe. Draco listens to centaur weather reports. Ron investigates the height of Pansy’s boots. And Hermione knows even more than everything, as usual. (No one signs up for the class for lactating witches.)
(I love everything about this short lil’ beauty. It is chock full of gloriously fun details, Auror partners!Drarry, and such great characterizations I can’t.)

Endangered Familiar by ravenpan (8k)
After the war, all he wanted was some peace and quiet. What he got, was a penguin that brought the exact opposite.
(Extremely cute is what comes to mind when I think of this fic. I just love penguin!Draco so much and the way he and Harry are in it. Wonderful!)

Settle in my slow-burning heart by Teatrolley (10k)
Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it’s all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too. Things only become stranger when Harry starts bringing Draco ugly souvenirs back from his work travels. When Harry then shows up injured in Draco’s flat, Draco considers the possibility that he’s going insane.
(All kinds of precious, this one! Harry is an adorkable cinnamon roll, the writing style is amazing, and Drarry are sooo passionate together and yet soft.)

Adrift by dysonrules (13k)
Auror Harry takes a vacation in the Caribbean and ends up falling from the sky, straight into the lap of Draco Malfoy, modern pirate.
(This is guilty pleasure galore, which is exactly what I need in my life sometimes. So much fun, so good and yet so simple. Love it.)


Paws of Fury by Veritas03 (92k)
“Bellow, bluster… your rage is insignificant. No more than the mewing of a kitten. Do not be afraid. He will save you. Calm you. Love you.” Harry has a furry little problem – but Draco’s scent soothes the savage beastie. Will Draco be able to save him when Harry’s world begins to crumble?
(Way longer than the others on this list, but I usually only need a few chapters to get my fix of fluffy feels. This is so cute my heart melts. Kitten!Harry is the most precious thing, and the cuddles are all you’ll need after angsty times.)