#powder heart

[allaboutthatlace]

Angelic Pretty - Powder Heart JSK (2023) in Pink

[talos-stims]

LOVESICK, CANNIBAL!!!

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[urmom-richietozier1]

GHOSTBUSTERS DUNDUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DODODOD (yall I'm going inane)

Thats all I think about while listening to this song

[gottastim]

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[morethansalad]

Vegan Fish Tacos

[vanillacoladoll]

☆One Love Begins,One Comes Undone☆

[magicalshopping]

♡ Etude Heart Cookie Blusher from YesStyle ♡

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[sixcupids]

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[heartnosekid]

pressed powder heart blushes 💕 | source

[popfizzles]

Please please draw your cookiesona and their romantic interests! Or friends! Maybe a little relationship chart between them, the rest of ur cookie ocs and canon ones they interact with!

Okay so this WAS going to be a huge chart with lots of crossing arrow because that would have been cool and fun to look at.

But I decided that'd be too big and hard to read, so instead here are some quick pairs and their relationships (tried ordering them in a cohesive stream of consciousness):

also uh

[arnab-comel]

lameila blush powder

[revelisms]

Papa is too far gone to remember, now.

Papa, with soot on his clothes, coal-dust lungs and smoke-stained teeth; with his stiff-canvas collar tickling her chin and sunlight in his hair and his hands so warm—

Hey, sweet girl. Did'ja sleep okay?

She remembered his voice the clearest. It was all she could remember. Slurring and soft and centuries old.

And Papa was gone. Snuffed like a flame. Vi was burning. And Vander was there.

Vander, with his smoke-stained teeth and stiff-canvas collar. Vander, whose voice didn't sound right—

Hey, sweetheart. Hotcakes for breakfast, right?

The boys liked him—Vi liked him—Powder refused to call him Dad—

(Because he wasn't wasn't never would be—)

And Vander was gone. Burnt up in blue and fire. Vi was burning out. And she was gone, too—a blot of ash, swept back to the shadows; Vi was gone, and—

Never been fond of tea, myself.

A new voice. New face. Not Papa, not Vander, not Vi—

But he frowns like her. Has scars like her. Papercuts on his fingers and burn spots on his thumbs. Smoke-stained teeth and soft-silk collar, and a whole drawer of shirts that still smell like soot.

His hand is cold, so cold in hers—but he squeezes her fingers back, lightly, and it feels like—

Which jams do you prefer, child? Blackcurrant, or raspberry?

Dunno. We never had any of those.

Well. Snide, like a secret: Most the lot of us hadn't.

And he makes her toasted bread and butter, the way Papa used to. Lets her pick the jam jars by the color, the way Papa let her pick her juice by the prettiest shade. And she sits at the counter, stares at his scratched up hands and the night in his hair and his mismatched eyes, centuries old, and wipes her crumbs on her sleeve.

Powder would have refused to call him Dad—so Jinx does, too.

But he sets a coffee on the varnish, lights up a cigarette, and asks, Did you sleep well, little dove?

And it's almost—

Almost enough.

powder/jinx, on father figures / what you never said.

[godzilla-reads]

Three books I’m currently reading and that are holding my attention in a vice-like grip.

🖤 My Gothic Heart edited by Charlie Castelletti

🖤 War for the Oaks by Emma Bull

🖤 Black Powder War by Naomi Novik

[birebeccarubin]

crying, screaming, etc. etc.

[gottastim]

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[morethansalad]

Sweet Potato Macro Bowl (Vegan)