#Magnolia Style

[fannyrosie]

Le temps des fleurs

Outfit rundown Velvet michiyuki: thrifted Skirt: second-hand Lois Crayon Knit: vintage Hat: Rudsak with added bow Brooch: vintage Shoes: old Fluevog Bag: old Axes Femme Ring: vintage Umbrella: Alice and the Pirates

[hop3isaprison]

I want to look just for a moment on flowers. To kill, to drink blood and to have flowers.

[faeryndipity]

Bodyline Magnolia A-Line OP

[mlady-magnolia]

Scene redraw but I’m just messing around with brushes

[magnoliahwrites]

Lean On Me (Don’t Knock Me Over)

or: harry is a touring musician and you're here to interview him

feat: childhood friendship, flashbacks, friends to enemies to lovers,mention of panic attack/anxiety/puking

note: this is part one of a three-shot. Side note: I made up names for harry’s band, it’s an up and coming pop punk band so there’s that

Much like most things in life, when the paper slid through your desk, you immediately shoved it under the outgoing mail box.

anything that causes you stress immediately went there, a future problem for yourself.

It wasn't until the night before the show, when your manager turned best friend, Cindy sat in front of you tapping her new manicure on the desk in front of you that you even remembered it.

"I just don't see the big deal," she huffs, stopping the tapping of her nails long enough to push her blonde hair out of her eyes, "like, you two were kids. He probably doesn't even remember you. And besides, I have three people lined up who would literally kill you for this chance."

You groan, resisting the urge to fling your body on the floor and ahve a full body temper tantrum.

Instead, you act like an adult and throw a mini fit, throwing your head back and shoving the papers away from you.

"he'll remember me." you groan, rubbing your temples, "It was a small town."

"Good," Cindy shrugs, "Make him regret it, or whatever."

she pauses, and her voice drops, some of the hard that radiates off of her melts away for a second.

"I don't see what the big deal is still," she says quietly, "What happened?"

You remember the first time you heard him on the radio.

Driving down a crowded street in Cindy's car (the kind you could never even think of affording) the sun roof down, your hand out the window as the radio blasts, the sun beating down on your hand.

"This is 93.9 playing the hottest hits of the summer! To begin, we have a new single from Kennedy Curse, sure to get stuck in your head. They're new to the scene, but singer-"

Cindy all but squeals, leans forward to turn the dial on the radio up louder, "I love this band. l've been trying to get an interview with them for weeks.”

You snort as you drum your thumbs on the steering wheel, "Can't imagine it would be hard to get an interview with them-"

"Shh!" She hushes you, leans forward and turns the volume up until the car shakes under you.

"Chipped paint, Carol's gonna turn into dust-"

it was a reflex, a knee jerk reaction, something you couldn't stop. before you even knew what you were doing, you were leaning forward in your seat, slamming your hand against the volume button, immediately a silence falls over the two of you.

Cindy knows you've mentioned in passing an ex boyfriend, a singer, but haven't really elaborated on it. Now, it seems like you don't need to.

"So you'll do it?"

Cindy is all but squirming in her seat as she brings you back to the current.

The sigh is all the confirmation Cindy knows, letting out an ear piercing squeal again, "You won't regret it, i promise!"

She gets up to make her an escape, mentions something about transportation-

"I'll do it, but there has to be rules in place-" You're rubbing your temples, a headache already on the horizon, but Cindy isn't listening, long gone as she stops everyone in the hallway to mention the interview with the Kennedy Curse.

Backstage, harry fixes his hair in a broken mirror.

Something about ten years of bad luck, but he rations that's the problem for the person who broke it, not him-

A stage hand, over worked and underpaid, sticks his head backstage: "harry, Ten minutes.

Someone's here to see you-"

And the show is on.

The smirk finds his way to the corner of his lips, and it's game on. the harry who had a panic attack in the back room five minutes ago is long gone, definitely didn't puke into the garbage can earlier because of the nerves. Instead, it's now replaced by the harry he wants everyone to see; confident, cocky, bold-

"Fans already-"

And he rounds the corner and almost hits you with the door.

he speaks first. A reflex, like he's been searching for the name for months or years, waiitng for it to fall onto his lips again-

he speaks before he can stop himself, before he can hate himself for it he speaks before he can stop himself, before he can hate himself for it.

"Birdie."

The low whistle follows, some bird card be always associated with the nickname, for you always singing with him-even if you insisted you were bad.

it falls flat, feels wrong.

Not the cute nickname it was before, when you two would lie in the shared two sized mattress, harry’s feet falling off the edge of the bed, the sheets thrown over both of your heads for security;

“Birdie," he'd say, his voice low, eyelids heavy. even half asleep, the whistle followed, "I promise, to keep your side of the bed warm, always."

Under the sheets was vows between the two of you, the sillier the better, most of the time, but the hushed voices always told the truth.

Instead, you spoke back, his fingers over your lips, calloused from the non stop practicing, the yanking the garage door open at all hours of the night to practice: "I could find you in a crowd."

He laughs; it's lazy and low, like you both have all the time in the world, and he opens his mouth to say something about his height, but it lays heavy in the air as he kisses the crown of your head:

"And i'll always find you, Birdie."

Seeing him is jarring, to say the least.

The last visit was less than good, yelling and tears (from both of you) things said in the heat of the moment that keeps you both up and tossing and turning-

"It's just my normal name now, thanks." You say quickly, hoping it's dark enough backstage that he can't see the red spread across your face.

"Right," he nods, smirks as he leans against the wall, crosses his arms over his chest, "Well, birdie, I gotta say, you got a lot of nerve to wanna hear me sing after you tossed us into the gutter."

You snort, "Still the victim. i see nothings changed."

"Hilarious," he laughs without humor, takes a step toward you, eyes narrowed, that stupid fucking smirk still pulls at the side of his lips, "I see you're still following me around, hm?"

"God, I can't say I missed this. You're still an insufferable asshole-"

"An asshole you paid to see. So tell me, birdie, which of my songs do you like, hm? Still-"

You want to smack the smirk off his face. You dig your fingernails into your palm into you're sure they're going to bleed, leaving little half crescent moons in the middle of your palms, the same ones he use to study, trace over and commit to memory, kiss them better.

In some sick way, you were hoping you'd see each other and he'd apologize, come home-

"I'm just here for the interview," You shake the VIP lanyard around your neck in his face, "And then you never have to see me again."

His eyes dart to the lanyard and back to you, and for a second, he looks almost lost, like something hangs in the air that he wants to say-

"You have five minutes."

You snort, take the pencil from behind your ear,

"I'll make it two. We won't act like these are some deep songs of yours or anything-"

A local nobody band is opening, the drums are heavy and loud backstage, and the ponding begins the second you open your mouth, like it's planned.

harry leans in closer, grabs you by your elbow,

"Let's make a deal, birdie."

You act like you don't hear the low whistle fall out after the nickname.

"Listen-"

he cuts you off, "You listen to us and i'll do the interview, no bitching, after the show. we can go to the bus-"

the look you throw him is irritated and he huffs, holds his hands in the air, "Fine. I'll take you to a fuckin' restraaunt. I'll be on my best behavior, i'll have your manager eating out of your hand after this interview. Scouts honor."

He makes a show of crossing over his heart, holds his hand open in the air.

The smirk never leaves his face, even when your eyes narrow as he sets his hand between you two.

"Deal, birdie?"

You don't speak, eyes narrowed, but your hand slides into his like it never left.

It feels like you're making a deal with the devil.

[lazyumbreon]

[fotos-art]

Imogen Cunningham

Magnolia Blossom

1925

gelatin silver print

Bank of America Collection

© 2024

Imogen Cunningham Trust / Courtesy

[thecursedprince]

2023 Día De Muertos Barbie x Pink Magnolia Doll

Mattel Creations Exclusive

Photography by @thecursedprince If you take my photos please provide credit to my account.

Barbie unites with Paola Wong of Pink Magnolia México for a Día de Muertos collaboration that celebrates the festive holiday and both brands’ iconic color. Barbie doll dazzles in a two-tiered tulle gown embroidered with heart and sugar skull details. A floral headpiece featuring golden leaves lends the crowning touch. During this time of honoring family and friends, “let the love be with you.”

Barbie® Signature Día De Muertos Barbie® x Pink Magnolia Doll in Tiered Pink Gown 

Designer: Javier Meabe 

Label: Gold 

Face Sculpt: Claudette 

Body Type: Model Muse 

Includes Certificate of Authenticity 

Doll cannot stand alone. Doll stand included. Colors and decorations may vary. Purchase limits subject to change at the sole discretion of Mattel. ©2023 Mattel. www.pinkmagnolia.com. 

IG: @pinkmagnoliaofficial. 

SKU#: HJX16

[thetimelordbatgirl]

So tfw you and @dani-luminae in conversations may have ended up throwing characters from a EAH next gen into an AU idea linked here on her EAH OC, Reign Queen, where Apple is basically the worst and her actions are only being found out and exposed finally when the next generation goes through their Legacy Year.

And in these two characters cases, they ended up getting redesigns due to uh, changes to them in this AU- from left to right:

The daughter of Gustave and C.A 'Cupid' Le Chasser, Angelica Le Chasser is one of the few who know the truth about how Reign fought for freedom from destiny, how Apple defeated and imprisoned her, but like the other few who know, she cannot risk saying anything, not only because it'd be hard to get people to believe her but also because it'd risk Apple coming after her and her family in the process. She looks forward to being a matchmaker like her mother, Cupid, but is not to be underestimated - her father's taught her everything he knows, as he wasn't meant to be the next Gaston for nothing.

The eldest child of Rosabella and Daring Beauty, Elizabeth Beauty, or as she likes to be known as, Lizzie, was expected by everyone to grow up to become a princess like her mother...not...well...a Beast...but it appears destiny has other plans, instead having her take after her father...or her uncle, no one knows yet...in terms of destiny, with her curse already having begun by the time she starts Ever After High. But despite initially being ready to sign her destiny, not only does falling in love with a certain future huntswoman throw a wrench into those plans, but so does slowly getting dreams of another kingdom that she cannot find in the world of Ever After, a kingdom named Auradon...

[vintage-tigre]

[fabledskies]

Teaser for PROJECT MAGNOLIA: Ch6

[monards]

i cant believe cosplaying magnolia faragher is what’s making me look into contacts..

[pictjoe]

[faeryndipity]

Bodyline Magnolia A-Line OP

I wasn't ready for the pony hype to end so I decided to style my new brony fandom shirt that I bought at the convention!

[mlady-magnolia]

I don’t draw with the soft painty air brushes so this was a fun change of pace

[liminish]

i was feeling sad so i drew magnolia dancing with her short king 👑