#Rita’s Red Velvet

[i4219s]

▊▍ Lança Perfume ( 1980 ) ⠀ ᭄ ˖ ॱ 🍸

[jazzitos]

[bebemoon]

look for the name RITA (requested by @urbestfinalgirl ) | original junior by dorsa black velvet party dress w/ puffed sleeves and eyelet lace trim (c. 193o's), { hair } chanel rtw s/s 1998, vivienne westwood "rocking horse" black leather strap wooden platform shoes (c. 199o's), vintage bésame cosmetics "fairest red" lipstick (inspired by snow white) (released 1937), prince matchabelli "infanta" eau de parfum {"black as vivid to the sense of smell as it is to the sense of sight, weil has created noir perfume to be worn only with black! … prince matchabelli's newest presentation "infanta," is another example of the perfume trend toward the strange.." -etude) (released 1937)

[uneeorchidee]

personal style inspired by film noir

Film noir is mostly known for it’s two achetypes — femme fatale, and to a lesser degree, the girl next door. Inspired in 40’s and 50’s, it’s style is made of sharp lines, silky and form-fitting pieces. Alluring, mysterious and always moving with elegance and determination, everyone knows of the femme fatale. I picture a beautiful girl wrapped in long coat, dark sunglasses and stiletto heels, and a sillage of lovely perfume worn on her wrist like a sparkly bracelet.

The silhouette is cut by two horizontal lines, enhancing the waist and the shoulders. It’s usually done by high waisted pants/skirts, and dresses that are tied, wrapped, cinched or cut at the waist. The neckline is either in a sleeveless sweetheart type of style to show off the shoulders, or in a closed/v shape necklines with padded shoulders, creating that sharp line across them. Also seen in more casual type of outfits are long flowy wide-leg pants, or suits. They can also be made out of softer materials to give a sultry touch to the look, rather than androgynous one. This style is more monochromatic and minimalistic in it's colours, patters and layers, but it's always feminine and luxurious, accessorized with elegant details. Some of the go-to pieces are – silk or sheer blouses, balloon sleeves, peep-toe heels, velvet pieces, furr, structured/trench coats, diamond jewelry, long form-fitted/slit dresses, high-wasted pants and suits, sheer hosiery, dark sunglasses, hats/veils, gloves. Actresses to find inspiration from – Gene Tierney, Lauren Bacall, Ava Gardner, Veronica Lake, Rita Hayworth, Barbara Stanwyck

colours – since it was filmed in black and white, the colours had to be bold and with a lot of contrast. deep colours, mostly different shades of black, white, red, green

hairstyle – side parted, lots of volume, with sleek continuous waves framing the face, today known as the hollywood waves

makeup – defined sharp brows, long lashes with minimal eye makeup, lined lips and red lipstick

film noir outfit inspiration

sultry, red lips, enhanced waist, silky dresses, elegant, alluring, sharp lines, wavy hair

[acotrash]

Gold Rush

Azriel head canons inspired by Gold Rush by Taylor Swift

Azriel hated taking you to Rita's. He hated taking you anywhere for that matter- not that he was ashamed of you, no he'd never be ashamed of you. It was how every single male looked at you and then at him. Wondering how the Shadowsinger, the feared Spymaster of the Night Court got you as a mate.

The bond had snapped in place years ago, but it still felt new to Azriel. His heart still stopped a little whenever you flashed him a smile meant just for him, or the when your hand would lightly brush his arm when you walked past. He would do anything for you, he promised you as much that day when the bond snapped in place.

That promise is the exact reason why when you throw your arms around his neck, your face flushed and your breath smelling like the good wine Rhys keeps hidden from the rest of the Inner Circle and asks him to come along to Rita's to dance with you he immediately says yes before thinking and a smile as wide as your own spreads across his face, a smile he can't hold back, a crack in his usually cool demeanor that only you can crack

Azriel leans against the wall of the bedroom, watching you scramble to get ready to go dancing, at some point Mor floats in with another glass of wine for you and one for Azriel. He takes it from Mor, mostly to keep his hands occupied so they don't rip the navy blue velvet dress from your curves. He heard Rhys and Feyre return back from wherever their duties had taken them for the day, Rhys complaining that at this rate, he'll never have any good wine. Feyre joins in with you and Mor to get ready, the three of you trading heels and accessories and Mor trying to steal one of Feyre's dresses which Rhys immediately stops. Azriel finds comfort when you look over your shoulder, your hair held back by one of Mor's combs and smile with your pretty, red lips.

You held his hand tightly, you always hold his hand tight, he loves it when you do that.

All of you minus Amren walk to Rita's and you bump your hips into Azriel's as you walk along before he's tucking you into his side. Azriel presses a kiss to the side of your temple as you snicker at some story Cassian is telling but you quickly turn your attention to Azriel instead. "What was that for?" Azriel just shrugs "I need a reason to kiss my mate now?" You slightly blush as you shake your head "never"

When your group arrives at Rita's Azriel watches you, Mor and Feyre make a beeline to the dance floor, you sandwiched between Mor and Feyre. The three of you dance, your arms around each others shoulders spinning around. Azriel stands back with his two brothers, Cassian passing him a beer. He shoots any male a hard glare that so much as looks at you.

You never notice the attention though, your attention always on the Shadowsinger and not before long, your pouting and walking over "won't you dance with me?"

He always says yes, he'll always dance with you

He lets you lead him to the dance floor, his hands firmly on your hips, moving you to the beat

His favorite though is towards the end of the night, when a slower song is thrown into the mix, his head bent down to press against your forehead

You lean up grumbling about how. unfair it is that he's so damn tall, he huffs out a soft laugh that fans across your face as he mumbles that it's so unfair you're so damn short. You just playfully pinch his arm in answer as he sways the two of you.

He always offers to fly you back home since you've been complaining about the heels hurting your feet since you arrived at Rita's. You never learn. As much as you love flying, especially at night you always decline when he asks to fly you home in favor of walking through the city. It's just the two of you as you walk home, your friends having gone home or somewhere else. It's your favorite part of your night out and his too. He gets you all to himself.

You do let him scoop you up once you get closer to the apartment you have for nights when you don't want to be up at the House. He carries you inside, taking you to the bedroom, your eyelids heavy as you softly murmur a thank you for the night out.

Azriel presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring softly against your hair that he'll always take you out whenever you want, you just nuzzle your face closer into his neck in answer.

[moonlightazriel]

Slow dancing in the dark /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: She was everything i was not, seeing him falling in love with her was too much to bear.

Warnings: Angst just pure angst

Word Count: 1,2K

Note: I was a little bit sad when i made this so i'm sorry folks. Nothing against Elain though. Part 2

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Ever since i can remember, Azriel and i were best friends, and i was probably in love with him for the same amount of time. The problem is that there was always a better female that caught his attention, first was Mor, i couldn't blame her, even if she was my friend, i still felt insecure and compared myself to her.

I was always there for him, whenever he wanted to complain about how unfair it was that she would choose Cassian when he was just there to love her the way she deserved. The funny part is that i used to think the same, but never got the courage to tell him anything.

Things got way worse when the Archeron sisters came into our lives, Nesta and Feyre were nice to me and i liked them, but Elain never liked me, even when i tried to be nice to her, she would dismiss me like i wasn’t worth of her attention. My heart broke when he started hanging out with her, i noticed how he would open up to her, how his eyes seemed to shine harder when he saw her, he would even allow her to touch his hands. She always made sure that i was near when she did these kind of things with him.

I decided that it was for the best if i just pulled my feelings aside,i would often find excuses to not be alone with them, nor being near them if i could avoid. He noticed my absence, i knew he did, but he ended up not trying to get in touch with me anymore, we just drifted apart. The rest of the inner circle tried to cheer me up, but nothing worked, i guess broken hearts are not easily fixed.

Mor spent the whole week trying to get me out of my home, she didn't stop until i agreed to go to Rita’s on friday. She showed up at my door early, to get me out of my misery, “ You should show him what he’s missing”, i just brushed her off when she said that, how could i compete with Elain? Her sweet and innocent personality, her brown hair and eyes, her angelic features. My face didn't looked as good as hers, and i wasn’t as nice as her, years of fighting and traumas led me to be a more introverted person than i would like to be.

Mor made me shower, while she got her things ready, she made me try on some dresses until i found one i liked, i end up choosing a deep black dress, with a flowy skirt with i slit on the side that showed a little to much skin, the upper half holded my frame perfectly, the thin straps flowed in a v-neckline, for the first time in months i felt pretty. She straightened my hair and for the make up, only a little bit of mascara, an elaborated eyeliner and red lips.

“You look hot.” Mor said, she was standing behind me, she looked perfect, her hair in waves, dark make up and a velvet black dress hugging every part of her body. She winnow us inside the night club, pulling me towards our usual table, everyone looked at me, Nesta was the first one to get up and hug me.

“I'm glad you're here, you look stunning.” She held me tightly, i could feel the tension in the air as the rest shared worried glares with each other. The air got stuck in my lungs and i felt a lump forming on my throat when i heard his voice behind me.

“Hey everybody.” The same awkward tone he always used when in public, turning to face him, i noticed how she was clinging onto him, my heart shattered once again in my chest and i had to force a smile. “OH, hi Y/N. I wasn't expecting seeing you tonight.” The hurt in my chest grow to notice that he was treating me like a stranger, he was looking at me like i was someone else. Maybe i shouldn't be here.

“I convinced her to come, it’s not the same without her.” Mor said, pulling me closer to her. “Let’s grab something to drink!” Grabbing me by my hand, she directs us towards the bar. She ordered four shots and we drank them quickly before going to the dance floor. I wasn't going to let them ruin my night.

A couple of drinks later and a few dances i decided to sit down, forgetting about the two, only remembering when i approached the table, too close to turn around, i sitted, being the mature person. The silence was extremily uncomfortable, Az was in the other side of the table, across from me, his shadows reaching out for me, their phantom touch sending shivers through my spine, i really missed how they would get out their leash just to run to me whenever i got closer. Elain seemed to notice and rolled her eyes, i saw how she looked at me, a wicked grin on her lips as she called him, his head turning slowly in her direction, her hand flying to his face as she pulled him in for a kiss.

It was like the all the air on my lungs got knocked out as he broke the kiss, the guilty look on his face as he watched me and then it happened. They always described as the feeling of getting home, or breathing after a long time under the water, but for me it was like i was being held under water, my throat burns and i felt the tears gathering in the corner of my eyes, my body felt weird, like it wasn’t my own as i watched the golden thread, tying us together for eternity, the other side was empty and i assumed it just hadn’t snapped for him yet.

I needed fresh air before i passed out, rushing to get away from my mate and his lover, i didn’t even bother to say anything, but i still could hear her sacrcastic laughter and her pleads for him to stay. Aiming for the back door, i managed to reach it and i stumbled out, my legs felt weak and i felt like throwing up.

“I know i'm probably not the one you wanted to see right now, but please tell me whats wrong, you don’t talk to me anymore, don't even look in my direction, we’re best friends!” He said, clearly frustrated. The alley had barely any light, it was empty and cold, just like i felt inside.

“That’s the problem Azriel.” I said, looking at him, tears falling freely now and i couldn't care less. “I don't want a friend, i want my life in two, with you. I tried to deal with the fact that you probably would never feel the same, but i can’t stand it anymore, and that kiss only proved that i can’t be near you, that she enjoy watching me suffer, at first i didn't mind, thought that maybe i was crazy, but now i see that she does it on purpose, i can’t keep doing this, dancing alone with the ghost of what we used to be. I'm sorry.” My entire body felt numb, the only thing i was able to feel was the throbbing pain in my chest. I had to get out of here, his red face and broken expression was the last thing i saw before winnowing away.

[popgirlshowdown]

the tumblr pop girl showdown and it's the same but there's 96 more artists so it's not

ROUND 1 LINEUP

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[girlwhodoeskratom]

just left my boyfriends house his family wrapped me an empanada, 3 pieces of red velvet cake, 4 cupcakes, and a vanilla ice cream from rita’s like wtf 😭😭 i love them sm

[mynameismauve6]

To Love A Boy [ Hermione Granger/fem!Reader ] ( SERIES )

• PART ONE • 2nd Person POV • Prologue •

••

You boarded the Hogwarts Express as you did at the beginning of a new school year. It was your third year at Hogwarts and you were in for a big surprise.

You had come out as a lesbian the previous year before heading for summer break. You were different now, more mature after being ostracized by your friends. This year was for reinventing yourself, proving to everyone that you are better then ever.

You sat at an empty compartment, it wasn’t hard to find as people usually fled when you entered any. You sighed and looked out the window seeing as the trees passed by quickly.

“Are these seats taken?” A girls voice asked causing you to turn around to look at them.

“Not at all,” you smiled at none other then Hermione Granger.

She smiled back as Harry, Ron and her sat down. Harry sat next to you as Ron and Hermione sat across from you.

The silence could only be described as awkward and tense. No one dared to speak, Harry shifted every so slightly uncomfortably as Ron would clear his throat.

“What?” You finally said once the silence became unbearable. “Come here to make fun of me?”

“N-No!” Harry quickly stuttered before Ron or Hermione could say anything.

“Then why come here? To this specific compartment? Aren’t you three popular?” You scoffed looking at them.

“Actually! We come here to say that we admire your bravery? Coming out as anything is difficult-” Harry began.

“We wanted to be your friend? We assumed that you would be lonely?” Ron finally spoke looking at you nervously.

“I don’t need your pity,” you mumbled.

“It’s not out of pity, we genuinely want to be your friends!” Hermione defended.

“Associate with me and you too will be ostracized. No longer invited anywhere. Looked at funny, whispers and whispers, notes, papers, messages, letters everything. Owls everyday, Rita Skeeter wanting to interview you because all of a sudden the weirdest thing that could happen in the wizard world is someone being a lesbian,” you spat hurt in your voice.

“We admire your bravery!” Ron defended. You gave him a suspicious look before shrugging.

“It’s your social life after all. If you want to be friends then I guess we can be.” You said nonchalantly but deep down you were happy. Maybe this will be the start of something new, you were becoming friends with the three most exciting people in all of Hogwarts.

The train came to a stop a fee hours later. You and Hermione stayed up and talked while Harry and Ron took a nap. The train ride to Hogwarts was a long one. It took at least a day to arrive at Hogsmaede and then the ride to Hogwarts was another hour.

You four got off the train and made your way to the carriages. It was cold and dark outside as it was early September.

The carriage carried six people so Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom joined the ride. The ride was awkward, Neville kept nervously looking at you as Luna bombarded you with questions.

“Is it true?” She would ask.

“What?” You replied.

“That you’re a lesbian?” She would say back.

It was an awkward interaction regardless but you didn’t mind it.

Once at the castle you all got off and entered the Great Hall. You heard whispers and laughter as you walked aside Harry.

You took in a deep breath as you coincidentally sat next to the person you came out to first. Lavender Brown. She of course rambled off to her friend Pavarti who then told her sister Padma who then made it her mission to tell the rest of the school.

“Lavender.” You said out of respect.

“(Y/n),” she said being with a fake smile.

The sorting ceremony began as it usually did every school year. More Gryffindors were introduced as the feast began.

“Mmm I really hope theres red velvet cake!” Ron grinned as he served himself food. You picked your favourite food and a good glass of your favourite drink.

Harry and Hermione began chatting about the class schedule and what the new school year will bring.

“What do you want to be?” Harry asked you as you turned and looked at him.

“In the future? Geez. I never really thought about that. My mums an Auror so she was gone days at a time and my dad takes care of Magical Creatures. He wanted to be the Care of Magical Creatures teacher here at Hogwarts but instead decided to move to France and start a career there.” You explained with a frown.

“You can do and be whatever you want and if you never want to work then that’s okay too!” Hermione reassured you.

“I would like to work here at Hogwarts. I could be a Potions teacher or teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!” You smiled.

“I want to be an Auror,” Ron said as he took a bite of his food.

“I honestly just want a normal life,” Harry chuckled. “Being famous is not for me.”

“We talking futures?” Fred Weasley, George Weasley’s twin, asked as he sat close to Harry.

“Fred and I are going to start our own Joke shop!” George Weasley, Fred’s twin, continued sitting next to Fred.

“With what funds?” Ron asked raising his eyebrow. “Mum and dad would never give you money to start up a joke shop.”

“We are selling test products of course!” Fred smiled widely.

“Care to try the products?” George asked as he reached into his pockets and took out a Puking Pastilles. “Beware there is side effects.”

“I’ll pass,” you told them with a look of disgust.

“Yeah, me too…” Hermione mumbled as she took looked grossed out.

“No ones going to want to try that.” Ron mumbled.

“It can get you out of anything. Exams, Owls, Snape’s boring lectures. Anything.” Fred smirked.

“I’ll pass,” Harry fake smiled.

“Suite yourselves. If you ever need to get out of anything do not come begging for a Puking Pastille.” George shrugged as he and Fred left.

Dinner finished as the Head Boy, Head Girl and the Prefects guided their house into their rooms.

“Now please don’t forget the password to the common room or you will not be allowed in!” The Head Boy announced.

“If you do happen to forget. Inform a dorm mate, either head student the prefect and as last resort the Head of house, Ms. McGonagall.” The Head Girl announced reassuringly.

“Yes, but do not make it a habit. We are busy people too.” The Head Boy said causing the Head Girl to roll her eyes.

Once outside the common room they announced the password and let you all in.

“We should settle in,” Hermione announced.

“I heard they’re going to give out big news at breakfast tomorrow.” Ron informed.

“I heard about that too, what do you think it is?” Hermione asked.

“Whatever it is I hope it isn’t anything terrible,” you sighed.

You all said goodnight as you and Hermione headed to the Girls Dorm Room. Lavender and Pavarti were already inside the room as they became quiet the second you entered the room.

“What?” You glared at them.

“Whatever,” Lavender rolled her eyes as she continued to unpack her items.

The room became tense as you glared at Lavender and Pavarti and they whispered about you.

“I wish there was a way these two could leave… Permanently.” You whispered to Hermione, as she unaware of the hostility in the room, continued to unpack her clothes.

“Me too, they have been the worst room mates,” she chuckled causing your face to heat up and your heart to race.

What. The. Fuck?

[storiesofsvu]

Second Chair Spark Ch 13

Warnings: Language, smut. Fam, I’m 99% sure this is the end of this fic, I don’t really know how to wrap it up otherwise, (plus who TF knew it would end up being 13 fcking chapters?!) I know I don’t want it to end super fluffy cause it’s not that kinda fic, so I guess send in your requests/prompts/even just a character so I have some shit to do this quarantine! Also yes, in this house we stan Liz Donnelly & Rita Calhoun…

***

A few weeks had passed since the squad had found out about the shenanigans going on at the D.A.’s office, and while there was some teasing, it came to a stop when Casey blew up, admitting to them that it was more than a hook up, you were her girlfriend (and you’d started talking about moving in together considering how much time you were at her apartment anyways). You’d beamed at her, promptly not caring about being in the middle of the bull pen when you pulled her into a kiss, knowing it would make half the squad embarrassed while the other half simply cheered. You still spent most of your time on joint cases, though your case load was nearly to the point that you were practically working solo, but it worked, you had a system by now, barely needing to communicate before a trial started. And those trials were still spent completely torturing the other, playing into each other’s games so by the time you retreated to Casey’s office or the apartment you were both drenched and could barely keep your hands off each other.

Rita would openly groan whenever she walked up to see both of you outside interrogation, Nikki always liked the challenge, and Buchanan slowly started to accept you into the world of lawyers. After you’d wiped the floor with his 5th client, a smirk on your face as you turned back towards the gallery, knowing that no one had been able to break the perp yet, he actually congratulated the both of you, mentioning he must owe you a drink. (Which honestly, you both politely declined, claiming there was too much paperwork to be done).

Despite the detectives and Rita knowing about your relationship, your games in the courtroom were far from coming to a halt, you still used them to trap each other, being so fucking turned on that you’d barely make it to privacy before pouncing on each other. At least now everyone was overly cautious to knock and then wait for at least a vocal reply if not one of you opening the door for them before they entered.

You were currently working together on a sex trafficking ring case that you were obviously taking the cross examination on, Casey had interviewed multiple suspects, edging you on the entire time with the way she inflicted her voice, the raised brow she’d give the gallery that was so obviously intended for you, the way she’d bite her lip while concentrating.  You brought your fucking A game when it came your turn to talk to the mastermind pimp, Casey not missing that you discreetly undid one button lower than appropriate for the courtroom on your shirt. Your hair was loose today, your lips plump with a red lipstick, your voice smooth as velvet as you tortured the asshole who spent years torturing girls. You basically sauntered your way through the courtroom, leading the asshole on, if she hadn’t know any better Casey would think you were even flirting with him past your normal amount. You pulled your usual weakness stance, hands leant against the barrier of the box so the perp could really drink you in, she saw his eyes linger, much longer than normal down your shirt before he stuttered over your question. A few more rounds of back and fourth and he was fucking putty in the palm of your hand, and to be completely honest, so was Casey.

The jury left to deliberate, not giving you enough time to sneak off, especially since Olivia and Elliot kept commending you on how insanely well you’d handled the trial. They’d handed you a wreck of a case (which, on separate occasions, you’d both let them know) and now you were coming out miles ahead of the defence. Before you’d managed to escape the multiple people talking to you, the jury was back, naturally, all guilty.

**

As fast as you could disappear from that courtroom you could, barely managing to keep your hands off each other before you reached Casey’s office, her hands buried into your hair, pulling you against her, moaning against your lips. Your hands traced around her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching at her nipples as her hand found its way up your skirt. She chuckled against your lips at how fucking drenched you were already.

“So fucking hot baby girl.” She murmured, pushing you back against her desk. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, gasping against you as you pulled her hopelessly close to you, her free hand reached out, pulling open the top drawer of her desk as she dug around for a second before she managed to get the ring vibe on her thumb. You did you best not to shriek as her hand made its way back to your cunt, fingers buried within you, the vibe directly on your clit as she pushed down against it, rubbing the vibrations in circles as your body shivered against her. Casey could feel your arousal drenching her hand, slicking your thighs as she continued to press against you, her teeth biting into your lips. You pussy pulsating around her fingers when a brash knock on the door interrupted you. You whipped apart from each other, you couldn’t help but drop into her desk chair, not sure if your legs could hold you up right now, Casey hit the button to turn the vibe off as she called a soft ‘come in’.

None other than your boss Liz Donnelly entered the room, and she didn’t look impressed.

“Judge Donnelly..” You somehow managed to pull yourself together before Casey did.

“There’s no need with the  fanciness,” She started, “You both know this building leaks like a sieve, right?” You both nodded, somewhat confused,  “So why is that I am just now finding out that that the two of you have been screwing around for over a year?” You felt your face pale, you could practically feel Casey’s heart stop. 

“Well we..” Liz was quick to cut her off,

“When I told you to figure out whatever the hell was going on between you…this isn’t exactly what I meant!”  You both stumbled over your words at an attempt to respond, “That being said, I’m glad you two finally came to your senses and fucked because we were all going insane having to deal with your bullshit.” THAT certainly thew you both off,

“Elizabeth I…” Casey began,

“Don’t..honestly, I’m happy for you.” She moved a couple of steps back, “Though if you use my courtroom as a goddamn thirst trap for each other ever again I’m charging you both in contempt.”

“Yes…” You both managed out, she was almost out the door when she turned back for one more, 

“And Casey…” Novak looked up at her, “I’m really hoping your hand wasn’t up Gerard’s skirt 5 seconds before I knocked on the door.” Donnelly may have disappeared faster than she came barreling in, but she knew exactly what was going on. You’d both moved so quickly Casey hadn’t removed the vibe from her thumb (at least it was turned off). Everyone knew now…and there was no hiding it…maybe it really was best if you kept your sexual shenanigans at home….but where was the fun in that?!

[decaffedthoughts]

tagged by dear cassie @hobi-is-golden

Rules: Shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks & then list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and tag 10 people to do the same!!

1. Queendom by Red Velvet

2. Back Door by Stray Kids

3. Hall of Fame by Stray Kids

4. La di da by Everglow

5. Time out by Stray Kids

6. Fever by GFriend

7. Deja Vu by Dreamcatcher

8. I Will Never let you Down by Rita Ora

9. Bop bop by VIVIZ

10. Love me or Leave me by Day6

and then!

Always you by Astro (💖)

Howl by Chuu

Aurora by Ateez

Cure for me by Aurora

Why not? by LOONA

Scream by Dreamcatcher

Pirate by Everglow

Love is by ITZY

Canada by Lauv

Wonderland by AleXa

No way in HELL I'm tagging 10 people. But I will tag some new people that I forgot I'm mutuals with lol. No pressure to do it!

@ipegchangbin @wonkiewolfie @abiaswreck @aesteraceae @snow-pegasus @evyfm

[aritamargarita]

DID YOU KNOW THERE WAS A WWF COOKBOOK LMFAO

its called "can you take the heat? the wwf is cooking!"

its got some pretty cheesy recipe names in it 🤭

LMAOO I KNOW ABT IT YESSS I JUST NEVER LOOKED AT THE RECIPES…

RITA COOKING CLASS COMING RIGHT UP

here’s some recipes from the book i found off Reddit …

Hardy Boyz' "Strawberry-Blueberry Shortcake" (I WANNA TRY THIS)

Stone Cold's "Cinnamon Ice Cream" (this kinda sounds banging)

Debra's "Merlot Sorbet" (LIKE THE ALCOHOL??? HUH)

Steven Richard's "'Uncensored' Banana Nut Bread" (what’s uncensored tho lmao)

Kane's "Red Velvet Cake" (this would be a W dessert i fear)

Stephanie's "Tasty Greenwich Apples" (just apples? named after where she from????)

Chyna's "Pico de Gallo" (I NEVER HAD THAT BUT ILL TRY HERS FR!!)

[latibvles]

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

DECEMBER 24TH, 1953 — in which Daisy and the kids head up to Philadelphia to celebrate Christmas with the Winters family, sans Ron, who couldn’t get away from Fort Bragg to celebrate the holiday.

WARNINGS: Nothing, except it gets suggestive at the end — but not extremely explicit. Calling Ron by his rank has consequences idk..

TAGS: @brassknucklespeirs who asked for the Christmas Special, AAAND @liebgotts-lovergirl , @softguarnere , @galaxialuz — some sweet DaisRon winter feels for this Christmas <3

“Oh, Dais, would you pass me that? Thank you.” Daisy grabs one of the pretty ceramic bowls, sliding it over the counter to Ginny, who takes it with a smile. Outside, she can hear their boys letting out “battle cries” as they try to knock Dick into the snow. Inside, Laura lays out on the floor, the two year old all tuckered out from playing all morning.

“Careful, I think Robbie might kill your husband,” Daisy snickers, watching through the window as her son latches onto Dick’s calf, fresh powder pluming around him with every step the man takes.

“Just like his dad,” Ginny responds with a bit of a chuckle, before going back to dumping spices into the ceramic bowl. She gives Daisy a glance. “How is Ron doing, by the way?”

Daisy’s smile becomes a little more sullen, glancing down at the countertop for a moment.

“Mad as all hell,” Daisy admits. “He kept apologizing on the phone, I told him to stop worrying about it.”

“I mean, if Dick pulled out a sexy red velvet number last Christmas for me to unwrap I’d be pretty upset to miss out too.” Daisy lightly slaps her friend’s arm, looking back at her daughter as Ginny continues to giggle to herself. Her own face flared up at the memory. It was, for all purposes, Rita’s idea — an early parcel last Christmas that had a little red dress that hardly covered anything, adored with pretty white fur at the top and bottom, and around the cuffs. She’d given Rita an earful about it, her face flushed but… still tried it on. Just to see.

Needless to say the festivities didn’t really stop after they put the kids to bed.

“He calls every night to talk to the kids. Tries to anyway.” Daisy goes to grab the eggs from Ginny’s fridge, and continues to observe as she makes her attempt at gingerbread cookies so the boys could decorate them.

“Are you mad?” Ginny asks with a raised brow.

“At his job? Yes. At him? No.” Daisy’s reply is immediate. They knew what they were getting into when they married — knew they’d be moving around a lot, that his work would take him away from her for extended periods of time. She’d been especially upset when he was deployed to Korea, but even then, they made it work. Now he was at Fort Bragg, she and the kids lived in Tennessee, and they still did their best to make it work.

A testament to that fact was that this is only the second time Ron ever missed a Christmas. He’d been adamant that Daisy still went up to Pennsylvania with the kids, to stay with Dick and Ginny and celebrate anyway, so at least she wasn’t doing the whole “Santa” thing by herself this year.

“You’re a lot stronger than I am, I’ll give you that.”

“He’s not dead Gin, he’s just working.”

“I know I just… well, how’s Robbie taking it?”

Daisy hums in thought, taking half of the dough to cut into little gingerbread men.

The first time Robbie could remember seeing Ron in uniform, he squealed in delight, begging Ron to let him wear his hat (and he did, marching around their living room and demanding that his father give him twenty push ups, which he did with the little boy on his back). Now that he was in kindergarten he liked to tell everyone Ron was a superhero and that he “punched bad guys in the face” for a job. When Robbie asked Ron why he wouldn’t be home — they told him he had to train future superheroes.

He took it well enough, and Ron calling so frequently seemed to help.

“I don’t think he gets it entirely just yet, we’ve been… explaining bit-by-bit what Daddy actually does.” Daisy admits with a bit of a shrug, twisting her silver wedding band for a few moments. Outside, she can hear Robbie holler, and next to her Ginny snickers.

“You sure Ron hasn’t been teaching him combat maneuvers in his free time? He nearly took out Dick’s ankles.”

“Yeah, he actually came out practicing his Foy run,” Daisy remarks sarcastically, and Ginny snorts at that, rolling her eyes.

“Have you met his mother? With all that crazy in him I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Daisy looks up for a moment, able to pinpoint her son’s bright red cap. Little Alan hangs off of his father’s shoulders with a toothy grin, and Dick picks Robbie up by the pits to lift him high in the air. He shrieks excitedly, kicking and squirming in Dick’s hold. She then looks at Ginny, who’s resting her chin on her palm to watch the man with a distant sort of smile. She looks down, and gently pokes her friend’s tummy.

“So do you think it’s gonna be a boy or a girl?” she asks. Ginny turns to look at Daisy again, rolling her eyes.

“Dick wants a girl since Al’s such a momma’s boy. I think it’s gonna be another boy, but what do I know? I’m just the one carrying it.”

“Careful, keep talking so sweetly and someone might think you like your husband.”

“Yeah, just don’t tell him that, it's supposed to be a secret.” Ginny responds with equal sarcasm, and Daisy laughs.

It’s then that they hear another shriek, but not the shrill sound of laughter, and a ‘Daddy!’ Daisy peers out the window and watches Robbie take off down the lawn, with Dick hot on his heels, Alan in his arms, towards—

“No way,” Daisy whispers, and Ginny practically pushes her to get her shoes on, scooping Laura into her arms as Daisy takes off out the door after the three men.

By the time she reaches the lawn, she’s already a bit misty-eyed.

Ron presses kisses to Robbie’s cheek, his hat lopsided on their son’s head. Robbie’s smiling from ear-to-ear, dimples prominent, prattling all about what they’ve done in the three days they’ve been in Philly — as if he didn’t tell Ron about all these things on the phone. His eyes find hers and he chuckles, walking forward with their son in his arms.

“I thought…” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“So did I, managed to pull a few strings. The people on base like me,” he leans down, kissing her sweetly and she can’t stop smiling. He bumps their noses as he pulls away. “Gonna catch a cold, out here in that sweater.” Ron warns. Daisy just smiles a little wider.

“I’ve got you here to keep me warm, don’t I?” As Ginny passes her their daughter and she reaches out to grab at Ron’s nose, he smiles wider.

“That you do.”

Ron can’t bake without the supervision of at least half of Daisy’s side of the family — but decorating cookies with Dick and the kids works just as well, Laura perched on his lap and grabbing fistfuls of candy. He keeps a watchful eye, ensuring it doesn’t all go into her mouth, wipes Robbie’s face of white frosting and all the while Daisy can’t stop smiling, pressing kisses to the top of his head and muttering quiet “I love you”s and “I miss you”s in his ear, which he returns.

They get the kids to bed eventually, all tuckered out from the day’s events and Ron’s surprise visit. Alan and Robbie share Al’s bed, and Laura has been using Al’s old toddler bed. After that, the four of them set up all the presents under the glittering tree in the living room, share the four gingerbread cookies laid out, and stay up for a little while longer until Daisy and Ron retreat to the guest bedroom.

Daisy keeps running her thumbs over Ron’s face, her cheeks hurt from smiling as she gazes down at him.

“So, remind me, when did you leave?”

“Three in the morning from Kentucky,” he responds simply, and her brows furrow for a moment. “I slept on the train, sweetness, don’t yell at me.”

“I can’t yell at you, the kids are sleeping.”

“You’d find a way,” he retorts, and she can’t help but smile, tucking her face into the crook of his neck for a moment. “Anyways, got on the train from Fort Bragg, we stopped in Maryland. That was when I called you.”

“That explains all the noise in the back,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his neck, his jaw, and then his cheek, enjoying the small, shuddering breath he takes, and the way his fingers dig into her hips a little tighter. “But I’m… glad you made it. Think one more day here and Robbie might’ve broken Dick’s leg.” Ron chuckles, a low noise rumbling through his chest and Daisy grins a little wider.

“That’s your son, Dais.” He insists with a slight hum to his voice, hands slipping under her shirt to rub circles into her hip bones, she shakes her head.

“He’s at least 50% you. I’d argue maybe even 60% since he’s got your eyes. Takes two to make a baby.” Ron’s grin turns somewhat wolfish as he looks her over, hands moving to press into her back.

“Does, doesn’t it?” he mutters, trailing off for a moment. “We’ve gotten pretty good at that. Rearing kids.” Daisy can’t help but giggle as Ron leans forward to press a few kisses to the column of her throat.

“You trying to raise an Army or something?” she mutters, letting out a quiet gasp when he nips a certain spot on her neck.

“Well I think they have a mighty fine CO, Lieutenant Speirs,” he mutters, and she can feel his grin against her neck. Daisy laughs again, carding her fingers through his hair.

“I’d have to agree, Major Speirs.” In time with the use of his rank, she gives a gentle tug to the hair at the base of his neck. Ron pulls his face from her throat to look at her with eyes blown wide, lips parted. All Daisy does is smile at him, and shift a little in his lap.

Even when Ron leans forward to press his lips to hers again in a heated kiss, and flip them over so he’s on top of her, she can’t stop the laugh that bubbles from her throat. Ron reaches for her hands and pins them above her head, pulling away for a moment to stare down at her — hair fanned across the mattress, eyes sparkly as she stares up at him. He takes a look over at the clock on the dresser, then back to her.

“Merry Christmas, Dais,” he murmurs. Wrapping her legs around his waist a little tighter, she nods.

“Merry Christmas, Ron,” and despite the hand pinning down her wrists, she reaches up to give him a kiss that’s a little softer, and he lets her wrists go to pull her impossibly closer to him.

Welcome home.

[tales-of-asteria]

Tales of Symphonia Remastered Release Commemoration  ~ 10 Free Multi Pulls Duration: 2/17 (Fri) 16:00 ~ 3/6 (Mon) 4:59

Chance to get some of the Bond Awakening enabled characters from past gachas with free multi pulls!

Every day (for a total of 10 days) is available only a free multi pull. No Asteria Stones, Summon Tears or paid options can be used.

✶ At least one 5☆ character is guaranteed with the 5th pull, while with the 10th pull you will get a Red Summon Circle in your inbox where you can choose to get a character between Jade [Formal], Presea, Dezel, Rowen, Zaveid, Rondoline, Colette, Cress, Asbel and Sorey.

Here’s the list of the other featured Bond Awakening characters:

Fire: Yuri [Magician], Presea, Lloyd, Ruca, Farah, Arche, Stahn, Rita, Kanonno E.

Water: Meredy [Wedding Dress], Ludger, Veigue, Iria, Sorey, Magilou

Wind: Ludger [Halloween], Zaveid, Dezel, Asbel, Richard, Marta

Earth: Kohaku [Yukata], Jade [Formal], Cress, Caius, Reala

Light: Leia [Gambler], Velvet [Swimsuit], Sorey [Gambler], Elise [Japanese-style Café], Rowen, Kyle, Kor, Milla

Dark: Emil [Pirate], Reala [School Band], Senel, Laphicet

Also, some Evolution enabled 5☆ characters from the permanent gacha will appear:

Fire: Kanonno E.

Water: Milla, Cress

Earth: Asbel

Light: Reid, Luke, Rita

Dark: Leon

Players will also get special rewards with each free pull (the last reward is the Red Summon Circle).

[shizuokadivision]

ARB Birthday Special: Reika Aichi

~~ February 13th ~~

“It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were.”

Login Lines:

“What’s this? A gift? Little early for Valentine’s Day, isn't it? My…birthday? I see.”

“I had forgotten all about it. Thank you for reminding me, but I wonder what you could've gotten for the woman who can buy anything with a snap of her fingers.”

Voice Lines: 

“I’m not surprised I almost forgot my birthday. I've been too busy planning the Valentine's Day Gala I throw every year. It is one of the biggest social events of the winter season here in Shizuoka.”

“Birthdays haven't been the same to me ever since Mama died. Mama could never afford to buy me any gifts, but every year, she would make me a red velvet cake. We would eat it while watching whatever movies we had on VHS. I would give up all my wealth just to have her back.”

“The kids at my charity foundation wished me a happy birthday when I walked in today. They even threw me a little party. I say ‘party’ loosely as they had just decorated a little corner with their drawings. It makes me feel…happy in a way I haven't been in years seeing them enjoying themselves”

“Also many members of Shizuoka's upper class have wished me a happy birthday along with sending me many gifts. I would say that I'm pleased to get them, but we both know that they’re just pitiful attempts to stay on my good side. As if I wouldn’t kill them if they cross me.”

“You actually got me a gift, Kanon? I'm surprised it's not exactly something you do. Well, look at that you do have some shred of emotion left in that black heart of yours. Now, then what did you get me?” 

“Did you just give me the plant from ‘Little Shop of Horrors’? Kanon, why is it rubbing its head against my arm? You know what? I'm not even surprised that you made me a sentient plant monster. I guess you need a name then? How about Rita Hayworth? Swallowing a man in one bite? Kanon, please tell me you're joking.” 

“Dang Sakura, I'm feeling the love here, but what can I say? I have expensive tastes. Please tell me whatever you got me isn't as *pauses* ‘unique’ as Kanon’s gift. *snickers* Is the big bad yakuza boss scared of a few plants? Hahaha! Alright, let's see it then.” 

“Wait a second….this is a ticket for a retreat for widows and widowers wanting to mingle!? “Concerned friend” my ass you fucking bitch. Oh, so this is how we're gonna play? Alright just wait till your birthday comes around Sakura. Then we'll see who has the last laugh.”

Kanon Lines:

“Congratulations on surviving another year of this wretched existence, Reika. As amusing as the look on your face is, do you have so little faith in me? Honestly, Reika, you're one of the few people I will even consider entertaining these notions of festivities for.” 

“As for my gift, let me introduce you to Pulcher Monstrum, a hybrid of various carnivorous plants amongst…other things. Ah yes, I was quite inspired when I saw that. Don't worry about that Reika, it's sentient to a degree and appears to like your presence. Oh, do be careful replanting. It's small now due to being in a pot, but I've estimated that when you place it in the ground, it'll grow big enough to swallow a man in one bite.” 

Sakura Lines:

“Happy birthday, Reika. Has anyone ever told you you're a fucking pain in the ass to get a gift for? Fuck no, I was there when she made it, and if I'm being honest, she gave you the least dangerous one of the bunch. The others ate a man alive. Shut it, Reika. Anyway, it isn't much, but hopefully, you appreciate what I got you.” 

“Pfft! The look on your face Reika! Hahaha! *mockingly* I'm just doing my part as a concerned friend and getting you back on the dating scene. Maybe you'll even find a husband that can last longer than a couple of months. Hahaha!” 

[tonybina-india-2020]

Day 4: The Claridges - New Delhi

12th March 2023

The old fella is 60 today !  We had our evening meal at Pickwick last night, one of the six restaurants that are within this Hotel.  The menu consists of British / European food with an Indian slant and was delicious. There were four empty plates to prove it.  Afterwards we decided to retire to Aura for a final evening drink. This bar is all decadence with lipstick shaped sofas, fluffy, hairy cushions, dark red velvet seat coverings and, bizarrely huge holographic faces of women who glance at you as you enter, they also blink and have different facial expressions. We decided to sit outside on the patio, however the only seating left was a high top table. I pitied  the poor waitress as she assisted me onto the chair as I tried to clamber up onto it whilst it slid about on the marble floor. Once I was on, she then tried to push the chair under the table , poor thing was only a slip of a girl but somehow she managed it, all of this as we were falling around laughing.

Finally all four of us were seated comfortably and our drinks were ordered.  On the next table, about a foot underneath our eye level were two young men, who on seeing the struggles of two older ladies, offered us their seating. Rita and I declined because it would have been even more of a hassle getting off our lofty perch. These two guys were on a Saturday night out, smoking Shisha and having a few jars, they were very amiable and I think they enjoyed the spectacle that we were putting on.

We enjoyed a very expensive round of drinks, but it was worth it for the ambience, the service, the warm night air and the company.

Very lucky to have a little lie in this morning and we went down to breakfast about 8.30am.Once again it was scrumptious and I had enough North Indian delicacies to keep me going until dinner time.

Ashok picked us up at 10.30am and we were on our way to the Sanjay Slum Colony. I sat in my seat looking out of the window at the crowds of people, the long wide roads, the tumultuous traffic and  pondered on how I would feel, coming face to face with with men, women and children who had nothing and survived on just hope. 

When we arrived at the Colony the first thing that I noticed was the smell, an acrid aroma of cooking, cow and general rubbish.

I got off the Tempo and was surrounded by children wanting to say hello, beautiful children with wide smiling faces, black eyes and ebony hair. They jostled and pushed each other just to be close to us and elbowed each other out of the way. My heart broke to see this, I tried to stop the tears from forming at the corner of my eyes, but all wanted to do was to scoop them up, each and everyone. Their small faces so full of joy and happiness at seeing us. I wondered how they perceived us, with resentment ? I truly think it was with utter pleasure.

We met our specialist guide and ventured into the Colony, the kids keeping pace with us, still pushing and shoving to try and get close and then one by one they veered off as other interests caught there eye.

We were heading towards a clothing sorting factory, I did notice a sign saying “ no child labour” on the side of the building, how true this is, I don’t know.

 Finally after stepping over dozing dogs, side stepping assorted debris, negotiating rivers of water we came to a group of women sorting out strips of clothing.

These large bundles of cloth are bought from the clothing factories and then all the scraps are sorted into different piles depending on colour, once this is done the factories buy the cloth back, melt it down and re use it.  For this arduous, tedious work the women are paid 2£ per day, it’s back breaking, repetitive and soulless, but it’s done with a smile, light chatter and satisfaction.

Did I have any questions ? Of course I did !  Whilst the women toiled, a group of old men sat around them smoking and chatting,  relaxing against the huge bundles of cloth.

My question was ��� What do the men do ? “

The answer was that they were waiting for the women to finish so they could sell the sorted bundles.

What can I say ? 

We ventured on further in to the Community, besieged on all sides by interested children, women carrying huge bundles on their heads and motorbikes, and came upon the doctor in a tiny room about 6 x 5 feet, he was sitting at a table doling out medicine to a lady in a colourful sari.

On asking his credentials I was told he wasn’t a doctor but a pharmacist, or maybe just a quack Googling what he needed to know ?  We passed a sweet shop, I wished I had bought some for the kids, over gulleys of dark, dank water, through low arches and alleyways, cow pats and sleeping dogs. We saw brightly coloured saris hung over balconies, we saw Brahma cows feasting on a rubbish dump.

Finally we came to the end of the tour and what an eye opener it had been. We spent over £60 on a round of drinks last night which equates to a months wages for these people, it’s obscene really.  I left the Sanjay Colony Slums very humbled, these people were better than me. they saw through their adversity and  tried to make something of themselves, against the odds, they have survived.

These ever optimistic people have communal toilet blocks and showers, imagine that ? Imagine no running drinking water, imagine no sewage system, imagine having a guillotine over your head, wondering when the next slum clearance would be?  We silently boarded our bus and drove to our next stop, the Lotus Temple.

This Temple is a Baha’i house of worship and is inspired by a lotus flower, which is a symbol of purity and is associated with worship and religion in India.

It was built in 1953 and sits on 26 acres of landscaped gardens, overflowing with flowers, shrubs and trees.

The Baha’i faith is of oneness with God and humanity and free from prejudice, where men and women are judged equal. They believe in harmony between religion and science and the importance of education. The Temple is indeed beautiful, stunning even, however it looks rather like the Sydney Opera House, with its lotus leaves thrusting out into the vibrant blue sky.

We didn’t go inside as the queues were so long, but it was enough to say that we had been there and it’s safe to say that if I wasn’t a Hindu, I would follow the Baha’i religion.

Well Ashok took his leave of us and left us with our driver and mate, who were to take us back to our hotel.

We had a few problems not least of which a puncture, which took about an hour to sort, apparently the jack was so old that it had jammed, however finally we were on our way back.

We ended up in Aura for a few drinks to celebrate Tony’s birthday and now we’re off for a celebratory meal .

No photos of the Sanjay Slum Colony out of respect for the residents