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Basses I wanna try to get my hands on someday, and the people I know about them from.

Fender Aerodyne Jazz Bass, Lyn-Z Way.

Squier Mikey Way signature Mustang Bass, Mikey Way.

Squier Pete Wentz signature Precision Bass, Pete Wentz.

Squier Pete Wentz Signature Precision Bass in purple, Pete Wentz.

My self-indulgent little collection thus far. Smut is marked with an [M], angst with an [A]. Anything else is probably fluff I’m not gonna lie.
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Most recent: Silly Kitty (Hybrid!Jin x reader) 12.11.2017




Dewdrops | Hybrid!AU
Your morning walk doesn’t go as it usually does and you accidentally step on a certain someone curled up on the forest floor.


Catsitting | Hybrid!AU
You somehow find yourself ‘catsitting’ for your best friend while he’s on a week-long trip. The only problem? His ‘cat’ hates you.


A Home | Hybrid!AU
Your friend drags you with her to go hybrid shopping for herself and your plan of interacting and then leaving commitment-free is interrupted by an adorable, tall cat hybrid with entirely too much affection and love to share.


Rain | Hybrid!AU
Your night takes an unexpected turn when in the early hours of the morning you received a panicked call from one of your employees at the shelter you own.



Timid | Hybrid!AU
Jimin was by far the cutest person you’d ever seen, but he always seemed to avoid you, dodging activities and events that included you. That changes when his home is compromised and he finds himself staying with you while it’s being repaired. 
[Companion Shorts. Sweets | Uno ]

Crown Jewels | Mermaid!AU
You sneak into the castle to steal the King’s jewels and gold and find more than you bargained for.

 A Matter of Pride [M]
You make some comments that wound Jimin’s pride and threaten his standing as Best Lover of the group so he sets out to prove you wrong the only way he knows how.


Under the Bridge | Hybrid!AU [M]
Your life takes a turn for the better one night when you find a bun under the bridge.


Leftovers | Bestfriend!AU [A] 
You wish you’d never fallen in love with your best friend Kim Taehyung.
      {Co-written with @kitten-dont!!}


Silly Kitty | Hybrid!AU
When your friend Jungkook asks you for a favour you aren’t quite expecting it to end with you taking home the handsome cat hybrid he found in an alley.

Min Yoonji

Lure | Siren!AU [A]
You’re alone on that island but at least there’s Min Yoonji there to keep you company.




Inheritance | Hybrid!AU
After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.  
Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6 (coming soon)

BTS | Halloween Drop

Sweeter Than Sweet | Supernatural creatures!BTS
A night of Halloween partying doesn’t go as expected when your favourite vodka aunt shows up and your friends break her favourite shot glass. What was only meant to be a petty prank in revenge turns out to have different results than expected when all of your friends wake up the next morning as the very thing they’d dressed up as the night before. With your aunt nowhere to be seen, how on earth do you go about fixing this?
Masterpost | Prologue


Opia | cupid!au, soulmate!au
Taehyung has been matchmaking since the dawn of time, bringing souls together with their other half and inspiring love. But as time went on the joy he gained from his job and creating happiness for the humans began to fade, a wanting and desire welling up in him with each century that passed for something more, something unattainable, something he knew he could never have. Taehyung knew why he didn’t have a soulmate, and why he couldn’t ever experience love as the humans did. But then, he couldn’t seem to fathom… why didn’t you?


BTS | Collab with @kitten-dont

Bound by Platinum | Vampire!AU, Prostitute!AU
An offer that has flexible hours, amazing benefits, and great pay- it was perfect. Signing the contract and being hired that day is exactly what you needed except… maybe you should’ve read the fine print.
[Kitten’s Masterlist]

BTS, EXO, GOT7, MONSTA X | Collab with @kitten-dont

She Who Never Cried Wolf | Wolf!AU, Gang!AU
After being let go to live on her own by her family, y/n’s only choice is to move to her old hometown in a modern day mansion. Life goes by until y/n gets mixed up with some of the largest, most powerful gangs in the world. She soon comes to find that there’s more to the world then she could’ve ever imagined, and she’s not complaining.
[Kitten’s Masterlist]

I don’t know if I’m going to do anything more with this, so I figured I’d post it here.  It’s more than a little self-indulgent, but I hope you guys like it.  I’ve been trying to write more KaiShin lately, so here it is!

“Shinichi, are you in love with Kaito?”

Somehow, home after a long day at work—triple homicides always exhausted him—Ran’s question was all he could think about.  Kaito hadn’t noticed him yet, still singing along to the radio as he cooked.  Their kitchen was a little on the small side, but Kaito danced around it as if he had all the space he could need.

Shinichi leaned against the doorjamb, the tension from the day slowly easing out of him.  Kaito spun with the music and caught sight of him.

“Shinichi,” he exclaimed.  His ears were a little red.

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magical-mistral  asked:

here's a treat for you, my fellow hamster: seungchuchu + 😈! Choice of costumes: Ladybug and Chat Noir ;)

Requests for these are closed, but I am going to fulfill all of the prompts that were sent! (Along with the last couple of kiss prompts so I can finally empty my inbox lol!) This is a little less Halloween, but they are still in costume! I love these two dorks!

ALSO @magical-mistral created the cutest art for this ask, which you can find here (seriously it is BEAUTIFUL)

Seung-gil went in to the cartoon marathon declaring that he couldn’t believe his boyfriend was obsessed with a kids’ show. By episode three of Miraculous Ladybug, he was hooked and had already decided his favorite part of the love square was Ladynoir. Something about superheroes as partners, falling in love with each other made him feel warm and fuzzy, even if Phichit preferred the MariChat corner of the square.

After their marathon, with the exception of exchanging squeals over the Twitter accounts of the creators, they hadn’t had much time to concentrate on their shared obsession. The skating season had begun and their lives had gone back to being restricted by the demands of training and preparing for competition. Togetherness had decreased, and both of them could feel the strains of separation. 

So when Phichit had proposed the idea of meeting at a comic con, taking place on a weekend that neither of them were competing, Seung-gil immediately purchased their tickets and booked their hotel suite. The cost was on the wrong side of outrageous, but the thought of being with Phichit for three uninterrupted days had him making decisions that would make Victor Nikiforov proud. Chuckling at his own level of extra, he answered the Skype call to hear the excited screeching of his boyfriend.

“I can’t believe you did all of that so fast!!” Phichit was practically bouncing on the other end of the call and Seung-gil could feel himself aching to hug Phichit. It was harder now to be alone, and Seung-gil had offhandedly made a comment about switching his home rink to his coach. The thought hadn’t been immediately dismissed, and Seung-gil figured he would press the issue again after the season.

Smiling at the screen, he realized that Phichit had continued to talk while Seung-gil had been floating in his own mind. Nodding in agreement with whatever was making Phichit so excited, he laughed when Phichit squealed. All of Phichit’s little noises made Seung-gil’s heart squeeze, again accepting that life was simply better with Phichit’s existence.

“Alright, so then I will order the costumes, I know your size and I know that Vera will not let me down! I have to get back to practice, I love you!” Phichit blew a kiss and disconnected the call before Seung-gil’s brain could register what had happened.

Closing the Skype app, Seung-gil paused, momentarily worried about what exactly he had missed. Shrugging he decided it really didn’t matter as any costume would be worth it as long as he was with Phichit.

“PHICHIT!” Seung-gil stared at his reflection in the mirror, running his hands over the impossible tight leather of his black costume. How Phichit had gotten Vera Wang to design a superhero costume in all black leather was beyond him, but he stood in the hotel bathroom as living proof that his boyfriend had succeeded. His hair was the wrong color and he hadn’t put on the mask yet, but he was as authentically Chat Noir as anyone could ever dream of being. Hearing his boyfriend giggle from the other side of the door, it struck Seung-gil that Phichit’s costume might be equally as tight and quite possibly red. Slipping his mask over his eyes, he smiled to himself as Seung-gil stepped from the bathroom.

“Ohhhhh, my black cat! You look so handsome!” Jumping from the bed, Phichit hurled himself across the room to fling his arms over Seung-gil’s shoulders. Caught off guard Seung-gil toppled backwards, landing with a giggling Phichit in his lap. A giggling Phichit dressed as a perfect replica of Ladybug.

Wrapping an arm around Phichit’s waist, Seung-gil felt his face flush as Phichit pecked kisses to his cheeks. “I thought you preferred MariChat… my… lady?” Seung-gil couldn’t say the last word without giggling, as he tried to sound like Chat Noir while calling his boyfriend a lady.

“We have to work on that if we are going to win the costume contest! Although, falling over and ending up in you lap seems pretty in character.” Laughing, Phichit nuzzled his head on Seung-gil’s shoulder. “Are you ready to go?”

If Seung-gil was honest, he would have skipped the entire con and stayed in the room with Phichit, soaking up the time that always felt too short. Instead he found himself nodding, accepting Phichit’s hand as his boyfriend stood and yanked Seung-gil to his feet. When Phichit spun in a circle and yelled, “Tikki, Spots On!” Seung-gil couldn’t resist pulling Phichit in for a proper kiss.

“You know,” Phichit said, pulling back and smiling as he talked still lingering near Seung-gil’s lips, “Ladybug and Chat Noir only kiss once in the show, and Chat Noir doesn’t even know it happened.”

“We’re going alternate universe then,” Seung-gil responded, pressing them back together as Phichit giggled into their kiss.

Together, they would pose for more pictures than they could count, destroy the competition at the costume contest, and nearly break Phichit’s Instagram with their selfies. Despite his normal disdain for public attention, Seung-gil had to admit it had been one of the best days of his life.

And that night… that night was definitely the best night of his life.

woah, of all youtubers to be catchin’ my praise today i didn’t expect it to be markiplier. i’m actually going to sub to him after this, this is a really cool interactive experience.

@ game grumps, love y’all too but paper mario still isn’t my thing and your lack of date grumps/single train is very disappointing.

Venus in the 4th house - Angel Abode

“Home interprets heaven. Home is heaven for beginners” - Charles Henry Parkhurst

The inner world is filled with flickering fairy lights, butterscotch cream, and sweet bliss with Venus in the fourth. Her home and surroundings tend to be a reflection of her decorated and delighted internal light. There will be a tremendous appreciation for home and her cherished creature comforts, which provide her with a sort of pillow that protects her from the savage outside world. The security needs are high with Venus in the fourth and the individual is a strict guardian over her inner universe and loved ones. She takes friends in as family and needs to maintain a high level of tranquility and harmony within the home. She may be known as the peacekeeper of the family. Her maternal qualities and nurturing essence are known and cherished by everyone who comes to know her.

The mother is highly important with Venus in the fourth. Bill Herbst says the mother was a model for beauty and pleasure, a woman who teaches the individual what being a woman means. The feminine influence of early childhood, whether expressed by either parent proves profoundly important and leaves deep residual imprints on the person’s conditioning. The home was likely a place of harmony and a tremendous cradle of love, inspiration, and support. The individual may fantasize about being more like her mother and use her as a source of light, beauty, and creative inspiration. She may be the pearl the eyes of her family, the golden child. I know plenty of youngest siblings who are the favorite and adored child, and only children born with Venus in the fourth. They are like the beating heart that keeps the whole family together, like they entwine every fabric of the bloodline into one fountain of pure love and embrace. Much of the summation of her identity, and strong likes and disliked will be conditioned from early home life.

The individual with Venus in the fourth will enjoy creating from home. She may have a great eye for decore and design with a home adorned in photographs, indulgent collectables, coconut candles, and bath salts. The individual will go to extreme lengths to avoid bringing conflict into the home and can turn home into an art gallery, a hub for the whole family, a bath where angels can fly, swim, and dance. Honourable and cherubim women will make their way into her life and assist her flight through this life. It’s like she can remember heaven as her last home and realises her need make nirvana from her earth home. She may be attracted to partners who express that sort of maternal instinct she craves, and in return she can care for them like they are baby cubs of her own. Her heart releases the floodgates of love, the crystal incased pearl of adoration and intimacy, a cavern of safety for the lost, bruised, and broken.


Preferences # 1: How You Met

(A/N: YES! I’m gonna give this a try… We will see how it goes 😁 Hope you enjoy! Also tell me who you want me add and etc. Also got a prompt for these? Send um in!)

Jamie Lannister:

                        It was cold in Winterfell, such that it made the elder Lannister in a dreary mood. That was, until the feast came along.

He, being the knight and noble person he was attempted to evacuate quickly feeling himself exhausted with lack of interest in the world around him and that was when he noticed you.

  You were attempting to swing a sword and bring it back to attention, slowly stepping forwards each time.

Jamie couldn’t help but stare: Never before had he a women with intentions of learning swordsmanship and never had he seen someone with such determination. Wanting to learn more, he coughed in order to get your attention and instantly you turned to him, eyes widened and dropped the sword.

 Silently cursing to yourself, you went to pick up the weapon when you saw the male with his blonde hair and green eyes heading your way, a cocky grin plastered on his face. Deciding to leave the weapon as you saw his stride approach with no haste in your direction, you fell to a curtsey. “My Lord…”

 Once he acknowledged you, you rose quickly and began to explain yourself as though you expected to be scolded, “Winter is coming, Lord Jamie and you see I only-”

 He laughed curtly and only smiled, “Fear not. I do not intend to tell anyone. Though if I may-” He spoke grabbing your blade, “Your technique was not quite correct. May I?” As you nodded, he handed you the weapon and snaked his arms around your waist, his hands being placed above yours.

 Patiently, he taught you how to do the basic steps, though it mattered not, you were far too afraid to listen properly. Alas after what seemed like hours, you snuck out of his embrace and fell back to the curtsey you were in earlier.

 "My Lord I thank you, truly, but if I am beginning to feel the chill you must be freezing. Perhaps we shall practice again some other-“

Stopping her from speaking he interrupted her, "What is your name?”

 Silence fell as she stood slowly, confused, “Pardon?”

 "Your name.“ The Kingslayer smirked, "You know so much about me, I would say a name would be efficient enough payment for lessons tonight.”

 A soft smile escaped the girls face as she picked up her skirt, looking into his eyes, “Y/N.” Then she began to walk away mumbling a “Good-night.” and a “Thank you again.” and Jamie couldn’t help but repeat the name aloud.

“Y/N… Hmmm…. Till next time, Y/N.”

Joffrey Baratheon

                                It seemed like something that would never leave you alone:

There you were, just riding along to meet with you family along-side your closest friend and personal guard when they were brutally slaughtered right in front of you. Though a week ago, you had refused to leave your quarters, only allowing your elder sister inside.

You refused to eat, drink, sleep, and generally didn’t move from your spot. It was as though you were still in shock and even a single breath would send the memory and feeling of blood splattering on your face echoing in your head. You were growing ill and despite your sisters protest, refused to allow a maester to examine you. She was frightened, and frankly you didn’t blame her though you cared not:

You were ready to meet the seven and get your judgment done, hoping that perhaps a shorter life would save you from the stranger’s cold grasp.

 It was late that night when you decided to finally stand and take a walk through the gardens, feeling that perhaps the roses would remind you of home, though you wished not to be followed, hence the dark coat of night would be your perfect seal of invisibility. This being said, the moment you stepped up, you felt an overwhelming amount of dizziness, but kept pushing yourself until you reached a bench outside in the middle of the gardens rose fields. Though exhausted, you couldn’t help but smile, the faint smell of the flowers truly reminding you of High Garden. Sighing, I closed your eyes gently.

 Oh Gods… Please take me now… You thought to yourself, While everything is peaceful and-

“Lady Y/N?” A voice spoke, causing you to jump. “Lady Y/N what are you doing up?”

Though never before hearing it, you knew immediately who it was and fell on your knees.

This was the King of whom your sister was promised.

The same King that beat on defenseless innocent women and killed for no good reason.

You could feel yourself trembling and the King reached to your hands, moving them to his lips as he pulled you up, taking your trembling as a sign that you were cold and he blew warm air on them.

Pulling them back you shook your head and looked down, “Your grace you mustn’t fall ill.” Slowly and cautiously you sat yourself back down onto the bench, surprised that he followed you.

 "I mustn’t allow my betrothed’s sister collapse in the middle of the gardens though, Can I?“ You shrugged slightly, still nervous, and he grabbed your hand, "Are you homesick my Lady?” I shook my head and looked at the flowers,


 He chuckled, “Nightmares? Why there is no reason to have nightmare! You are in Kings Landing there is no place safer.” Reaching to turning your face to meet his gaze, he wiped stray tears, “I promise you.”

Jojen Reed

“Meera, Brann! C'mon! We mustn’t haste!” The younger Reed called to his companions as the trailed far behind him. They hollered at him confused but he knew that something good would happen to him today.. Something he needed to happen…

He didn’t know what, only knowing when and where this event would happen. Bran and his sister hollered at him to slow down but he couldn’t even if he tried. He was so close… He could feel it. They were almost to the field he had seen in his dream for days and days. So close… We are almost there… He knew the field would be close to Winterfell, perhaps closer than what Bran would have wanted to be, but he knew that this event would aid them. They needed to be there. All three of them. Jojen could literally lay eyes on the field when his sister hollered and he turned back without hesitation.

“It’s Y/N Bolten!” Bran screamed in panic, “She ice cold… Like she’s been here over-night.”

Though attempting to be collected, he knew his companion was terrified as he backed away from the scene in a rush, claiming to check the area for other Bolten’s lurking about. He turned to Meera, who he could see wanted to help but knew the hesitation. Jojen nodded, comprehending the situation in front of him and allowing his sister to at least heal the girl, stripping his cloak off to wrap the young monster inside as he made his way to the field, thinking on his dream.

Where exactly did I see? Did I even see beyond the tree? No… I didn’t… Did I? Is this Bolten girl why I am here? I am sorry Bran, my friend, But we must take this chance…

Jon Snow

                You had no intentions of attending needlepoint. Not today, at least not when there are so many books to be read in the Stark’s library.

 Yes, you knew that you should be training to be a proper Lady but you could be going down a worse path than that of a scholar. You could be picking up a sword.

You did deeply love the two daughters of Eddard Stark, in fact you adored all the Stark’s as well as their land and were grateful for their hospitality towards you and your elder brother, but deeply you only wished to indulge in their book collection and would hardly leave you room except for an evening stroll with your brother, a weekly meeting with each of the Stark’s (one child a day), trips to the library, and to dinners. Sure, it was not healthy to eat a single meal a day, but my brain is much healthier and that is all that truly matters.

Finishing the page, you groaned, looking out to see that the moon was long set and you had to make a journey in the dark to the library with only a lantern to guide your way.

 Regardless, you set out, the only fear present in your mind being running into your brother, for though you two got along well, you knew that he was overly protective of your well being. You frankly could not blame him all that much as you could see how he would believe that you could cause such a ruckus, but it minded you not as you headed on your way, several books in your arms as to not disrupt the maids Lord Eddard had generously provided for you even more than you could imagine. You were making fine haste as well, that was when you bumped into a figure with an impact so great that it sent you spiraling backwards, a book hitting your head and knocking you out.

The light is what woke you up and someone franticly shaking you.

 "Lady Y/N?!“ Blinking in response the figure sighed. "Oh thank the Gods. I am so so sorry my lady, I was not looking were I was going and we just collided and-”

“Jon Snow?”

The bastard blinked in shock, shaking his head, “You know me, my lady?”

Sitting up and clenching her head with a single whine she shrugged and spoke weakly, “More of you, my lord. We have not properly met.”

The boy blushed and looked down, “I am no lord..” then forcing himself to focus on the topic at hand. “Are you in pain my lady?” Not wanting to lie to the already flustered male, you nodded and he smiled gently and nodded walking towards the door, “I’ve sent for your brother. Sleep, my lady.”

“Jon wait.” He turned slowly, eyebrows raised in confusion. “Stay with me till I sleep?” Nodding, the bastard walked back to the chair. Though he did not fore-tell that you would be getting no sleep as you began to question him about his life and interest until he was kicked out by your brother, leaving you in your bedridden state.

Robb Stark:

The mere thought of walking down to the feast with the crown princess made him sick, but the fact that his parents were making him spend the whole day with her completely disgusted him.

Though only seeing a mere glimpse of her, he had only assumed that she was almost as snotty as her twin brother, as she was escorted quickly to her room, not even greet the family whom was hosting her. Yet here he was, waiting for you in the stables to take you for a ride.

And naturally, you were late.

 You, being the shy person you are wanted to impress the eldest true born Stark by looking your best and wearing his house colors. Nerves were raging as you came running in, then seeing his glare, realized how improper it was you stopped in your tracks, dropped your dress, and bowed your head, muttering apologizes that the wolf could barely hear. Then he couldn’t help but smile, walking to you, horses behind him by the reins and offered you a hand to assist you up.

Smirking he jumped on his horse when you were completely on your mare, he spoke, “You need not bow your head Lady Y/N. I am not the Crown Prince. Now shall we?”

Tommen Baratheon:

                                You felt sick.

The South was beautiful, yes but you just wanted to go home. It was colder than the North here and you couldn’t trust anyone except your family. You had lost the ability to sleep and eat, fearing that you would be stabbed or poisoned. Though it raised many eyebrows, including your own father’s, the phase of fear couldn’t be slipped. Even the Queen questioned you on your behavior which sparked so much paranoia that you locked yourself in your room. It was after a fortnight that your father had come in to drag you out to have lunch with the Queen and her youngest two children. Though to your surprise, you were the first one there.

 The Queen greeted you with a hug and a smile which you were surprised that she was so natural. Perhaps it was a thing with children? None-the-less, you responded politely, and shyly, and complemented her, as well as her home, thanking her for the generosity she had given your family. She shook it off, but then began to learn more about you. That was when her children slowly came and the topic switched to them (which you didn’t mind: You hated talking about yourself).

 First came Princess Myrcella. She wore a long, puffy pink dress, which made your clothing in Lannister colors look cheap. She spun proud for her mum, while she applauded and you complemented her grace.

Then came Prince Tommen, the boy who was two year elder than you. He instantly walked your way and held out his hand. “Hi! I am Tommen and I am a Prince! What is your name?”

Chuckling at his straight-forwardness, you shook his hand and bowed your head, “I am Lady Y/N, my lord. It is an honor to meet you.” Tommen looked happily at you before running to his mother who apologized, though you refused her apology, saying that it was not necessary though in truth, it had been the first time that you had let out a true smile in weeks.

Perhaps I will be safe here… Perhaps… I will be happy.

Tyrion Lannister:

The youngest Lannister had been drunk when you made your way into the bar. You had gotten a drink and looked desperately for a spot and seeing the man drinking alone, you threw your bag over your shoulders and asked, “Sorry to bother but would you mind if I sat here?”

The imp looked at you eyebrows raised and shrugged, “So long as you do not mind.” You let out a small smile, not sure how to reply and sat beside him, setting your small cup of wine down and setting your bag in your lap so it wouldn’t get stolen.

 "You will have to excuse me sir, I am completely exhausted from a fortnight of travel but need something to take an edge off my nerve.“

He laughed curtly, "Please. Get drunk. I am not one to judge… On one condition.”

“Which is?”

 "Your name.“

 "And that is all?” He nodded and you sighed,“I am Y/N. And you?”

“You know not?” Shaking your head no, He smirked, tipping the lid of his cup to you, “You will know soon enough, kind lady, to tonight!”
“To settling nerves.”

Victor convinced Yuuri to wear a crop top one day. He wasn’t prepared.

(((What even is anatomy)))

@zephyrine-gale thanks for making me put off my homework so I could make a self-indulgent addition to your collection of crop top Yuuri (ft. a lovesick Victor).

Premium Belgian chocolatier, Godiva, is thrilled to announce an exciting new partnership with 20th Century Fox for the much-anticipated film Murder on the Orient Express, a big screen reimaging of the classic mystery novel by master storyteller Agatha Christie.

A perfect match for two timeless icons, the film introduces Godiva as the chocolate of choice for the film.  Hercule Poirot is the Belgian private detective, famed for his discerning taste and his penchant for the beautiful and the luxurious.

In honour of the collaboration, Godiva’s talented chef chocolatiers have crafted a new Chocolate Collection. All indulgent new pieces are decorated with a whimsical moustache motif, inspired by Poirot’s own distinguishable whiskers. The unique limited edition collection includes three new chocolate pieces in delicious flavours including: an intense dark chocolate ganache encased in a white chocolate shell, a tangy raspberry ganache sheathed in a milk chocolate shell and a creamy almond praline encased in a sweet milk chocolate shell. Synonymous with the craftsmanship, quality and chocolate artistry for which Godiva is renowned, the delicious chocolates are presented in a stunning, vintage-inspired, limited edition gold gift boxes that features a stylish Orient Express-themed design.

The chocolatier will also celebrate its first movie collaboration with a delicious Belgian speculoos-flavoured hot chocolate with an eye-catching new sleeve, playful chocolate moustaches on sticks and a bundle of four of Godiva’s exquisite G Collection tablets, which are presented in a beautiful train-inspired packaging.

Murder on the Orient Express launches on November 10.

Godiva’s Orient Express-themed products are available for purchase beginning October 22. [x]

anonymous asked:

Arthur - 7,8,35,36

Thanks for sending me numbers anon!

Headcanon Meme: Send me a Number and a Character

Arthur Pendragon (Canon Headcanons)

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Here’s the thing about Arthur. He doesn’t like to sit idle. At all. He would always rather be doing something than nothing. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that he likes to waste time doing just anything. When he was younger he didn’t mind wasting time (skiving off on his duties/lessons, playing around with some noble children, etc). But as he grew older, Uther instilled in his son that he was a Prince of Camelot at all times, and a lazy prince begot a wasteful kingdom. So Arthur doesn’t like to waste time. He won’t dawdle, especially if he has something important to do and he hates being late. But Arthur is so rarely allowed to waste time that I’m not sure he would feel comfortable wasting away his precious time. He would just worry that he should be doing something important instead.

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

When he was a young prince (aka before he met/befriended Merlin), Arthur had an indulgence for the finer things in life. Besides his mother’s ring, which isn’t an indulgence, Arthur had a collection of necklaces, bracelets, and rings. In a court of nobles, it was a sign of his position, wealth, and a statement which he thought very little about. He indulged in paying the gold for these things to be made for him or for his friends (see the fine dagger he gave to Morgana). But once he started to get to know Merlin (as well as Gwen and his other common class friends) he started to see the jewelry for what it was: lavish and unnecessary, especially when his people could hardly afford a quarter of such an indulgence. He no longer indulges in such things. He rather have his favorite sweets or indulge in a hot bath.

35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Arthur isn’t like Gwaine, but does like to have his mulled wine and mead. He’ll take the opportunity to get drunk, when he feels like he won’t be needed at least for the evening-to-morning time period, especially if his friends are there with him. So he enjoys his time at feasts, wine in hand. He likes going down to the tavern with his knights (plus Merlin) and playing a game of dice (even if Merlin mysteriously wins every round). I’ve already talked about drunk!Arthur, but I think the alcohol loosens him up and makes him happy. It’s a waste of time (and his gold) to get drunk and play dice, but he enjoys it.

36. What makes them feel guilty?

Not to be Angsty ™ but like… this is a long list. I think at the top of that list is Morgana. When Morgana discovered her magic, scared and hating herself for having something she had always thought to be evil, she never went to Arthur for help. They were like siblings and they trusted each other, but she thought he would turn on her. The part that worsens his guilt is that he isn’t sure she was wrong. He feels guilty about not seeing her betrayal and about every life she took after her descent into madness.

Gold in the Afternoon | Chpt 4

Summary| Mr. Gold thinks little of the pretty new tenant who’s opened a pretty little lingerie shop - until she suggests that he try on her wares.

Rating| E

Words| 2,069

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It had been made just to his taste.

She only had a handful of orders to go off of, but his preferences had been clear. A corset that would show that peek of nipple he liked, a beautifully stitched garter belt, a boybrief, a panty - there was a thong in the collection, though he wasn’t fond of those. A girdle, a robe - the new set even featured gloves, something he’d never thought of. Lovely sheer gold things that reached the elbow, fingers exposed except for a v that reached down and hooked around the middle finger. It made him think of a sorcerer.

The want fired up inside him again, the desire to sort, pick, decide, send in his measurements, place his order, await the beautiful package. His hands shook, one at the mouse, one at his tie, and his throat bobbed.

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I rarely make political opinions here (and I’m not used to) but when I do, it’s because I’m passionate about it. Isn’t it ironic that people clamour for change yet they themselves don’t want to change? Many demand a cure for society’s ills yet refuse to swallow the bitter pill.

On my public social media accounts, it is no secret that I root for Davao City mayor Rodrigo Duterte. I blatantly support him not because of his rogue attitude but for being a visionary and for having a strong political will. I’ve noticed that his critics and bashers haven’t even set foot (not even a toe) on Davao City. They haven’t even seen the situation on the ground. None of them have experienced the safety and security that the city provides for its residents and tourists alike. Nor are they familiar with the political situation there. It doesn’t have the bearings of a constituency that is run by corrupt political dynasties. Not even a single epal around. In his early years in office, he had purged the city’s most corrupt officials and employees.

Amid the criticisms, why does his supporters root for him? Surely, it’s a given that Davaoeños have their backing but the his growing support base from different parts of the nation are those who are tired and sick of trapos who may be eloquent speakers yet fail to deliver their promises. Why need someone who uses flowery language if he/she is going to steal your money in the end?

Which human rights will you prioritize, the criminals’ or the victims’? Of course, we all want a justice system that protects the rights of BOTH the accused and the victim. That’s an ideal society and we surely want it. But if the system is plagued with corruption and incompetence, and evil is embedded within, then society must resort not just to reform but revolt. Notably, tough discipline doesn’t equate to stifling of civil liberties. Davao certainly is as free as any city in the country, even freer as her citizens don’t have to fear being mugged or killed. 

If “human rights” means giving convicted felons access to fully-furnished rooms, weapons, drugs, and money inside the prison, then we’re fucked as a nation. In this country, having hardened criminals behind bars won’t do any difference because they still run their syndicates from inside their cells and can still acquire luxuries. With a corrupted judiciary, is justice really served even after throwing criminals in jail?

With regards to his morality, are we even close to having a candidate who has both high moral standards and an equally high capacity to deliver? Is there even someone out there who has the guts to owe up to his mistakes and apologize for them? Show me someone who can put his money where his mouth is. Haven’t we learned yet from electing seemingly kind (mabait) candidates who despite having an angelic reputation has failed to deliver on their capacity as a leader? A person who hits on someone’s morality despite being imperfect himself is no different from the tsismosa who never fails to attend mass every Sunday yet never misses a beat to gossip on her fellows.

Take a look at where Davao City is right now. It’s just a mere two-hour flight from Imperial Manila. Roam the streets, ask the people, try out the several businesses that set up shop there. Does it appear that Mindanao’s largest commercial hub is ruled by an incompetent, corrupt leader? Does the populace seem unhappy with their local government? Duterte revealed how much money he has in the bank: PHP6M. Part of that money came from his father, part of it from his forty years in the government. Imagine, forty years and yet he only has PHP6M. He lives in a simple middle-class house. His only indulgence is a collection of shoes (but certainly not as big and Imeldific as Imelda’s). He drapes a mosquito net over his bed because he does not use the air-conditioner. Outside, there’s a unit of Holiday Taxi (unit number 688) which his friends donated years ago so he could patrol the streets incognito and at the same time take in extra income the legal way. Duterte had said before that he needs to drive a taxi at night because his salary as a mayor isn’t enough to cover for his wife’s cancer treatment. On the contrary, there are elected officials who have tripled their net worth even before ending their first terms.

Mind you, he’s not going to be another Marcos. He hasn’t amassed questionable wealth. Duterte wants to get rid of criminals, syndicates, corrupt officials, or as he simply calls it “the enemies of the people.” Marcos’ martial law is all about getting rid of political opponents, sticking into power, and gain from dirty profits.

Times are changing and so are the pressing needs to keep this country in shape. There are values that we hold on dearly that defines us as a nation and a caring, loving people. But when it comes to societal matters, all of us are just concerned with ourselves. We shout for change yet many don’t want to change their ways. Many are happy with the status quo where the coffers of the rich get bigger, the stomachs of the poor churn in pain because of hunger, the politicians continue to make the treasury their cashcow. Many are asking what could be the cure for all these malaise? Yet whenever a spoonful of bitter medicine is handed to our mouths, we refuse to budge. We also need to reform our constitution to a federal system to better suit our country’s diverse needs yet even that raises eyebrows from those who refuse to have real change. For crying out loud, we have inherited a constitution that is fit for running a colony but not for running a nation.

Federalism is Duterte’s main objective for the Philippines yet it is also one of the most feared by individuals and business in Imperial Manila. Federalism will bring development and opportunities to the regions, in contrast with the current centralized political and economic system which mainly focuses on Metro Manila. Politicians owe businessmen (or better yet, their cronies) a great debt of gratitude because of political, economic, and personal incentives that they would get. Now that the regions will be able to develop themselves because their profits won’t have to go the national treasury (and allocate them with minuscule budgets in return), political cronies now fear for their future. And it is something that Manileños would not definitely like. The regions will now have a say on their economic development without interference or having to wait for approval from Manila. As Visayans would often say, “Wa'y dahong mahulog sa atung nasud nga di mananghid sa Malacañang“ (Not a leaf can fall in our country without Malacañang’s permission). Gone are the days that the rest of the country is neglected. This is real inclusive economic growth.

Lee Kuan Yew, modern Singapore’s father, may have been right about us. “The Philippines doesn’t need democracy; they need discipline.” Discipline is something that we utterly lack as a people. We won’t move if not prodded. We won’t take initiative unless there is an ulterior motive. What is it that we fear about discipline? Again, as I have said, tough discipline doesn’t equate to stifling of civil liberties. Take a look at Davao again. They have a vibrant press scene, a cosmopolitan lifestyle, yet all their actions are bound to discipline. It is living by the motto that there is a right time for everything.

On a penultimate note, it will not be Duterte’s nor the Davaoeños loss in case he loses the presidency. He can just go home and continue minding over the affairs of his beloved city. “Hindi naman ako mamamatay kung hindi ako maging presidente.” It will be our loss. Davaoeños and his fellow Visayans will laugh at us, the spoiled brats of Imperial Manila, as we continue to languish in horrendous traffic, terrible crime statistics, and rampant corruption. 

Just before I end, let me ask you the following questions. You want change? Sure, you do. But are you willing to change? Do you really know what kind of leadership is in store for us in case he wins? Are you ready for it? Because if you’re only riding the bandwagon, better get off as early as now. Bawal magreklamo kung sakaling ayaw mo pala sa kanyang estilo.

  • Capricorn is: The Emperor, working tirelessly on what matters to you, research on projects and hobbies, craft stores, flea markets, making the best decision for yourself, a set of brand new paintbrushes, starting from the bottom and making your way to the top, cake decorating, picking out the perfect present, hustle and bustle of the city, annoyance, the champion of your self needs, loyalty, harsh words while intoxicated, suffering for your art, ambition, setting goals, loosening up over a long period of time, dainty gold rings, stick and poke, bone collections, secret indulgences, lying for the common good, the perfect marriage of creativity and business.