#Salt dessert

[unicornialychromantic]

Salar de Uyuni

Abandoned train in Salk Desert, Bolivia 🇧🇴

[sweetoothgirl]

Black Velvet Cake + Salted German Dark Chocolate Buttercream

[fullcravings]

Millionaire Cheesecake

[toyastales]

Salted caramel chocolate mousse cup

[daily-deliciousness]

Salted caramel chocolate cake

[lustingfood]

Chocolate chip cookies (x)

[eat-love-eat]

Apple Turnovers 

[ugly--cupcakes]

Chocolate Caramel Cupcakes

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

salted caramel apple pie

[fatty-food]

(via Instagram)

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

“Stranger Things will still be a good show even if Byler isn’t endga”—let me stop you right there bc if anything other than Byler endgame happens then Stranger Things will have a worse final season than Game of Thrones and deserves to be the laughingstock of the internet forever and deserves to be shat on forever.

[seasonalwonderment]

Salted Caramel Chocolate Cake

[sweetoothgirl]

Salted Caramel Chocolate Chip Cookies

[fullcravings]

No Churn Salted Caramel Ice Cream

[fbfh]

hey i was wondering how mischa from rtc would react to a reader being on their period- tysm!

Mischa... Mischa Mischa Mischa.... he calls you up because he's already on his way over to your place but he missed the sound of your voice too much to wait. Or as he put it, "my heart is a cathedral, your voice is the ringing of the bells, the doves that fly above. each moment I am away from you, it is no longer house of worship because there is no divinity, no angels to deliver salvation, no embrace of heaven's gates."

so he shows up and sees you all snuggled up on the couch in your crusty comfy bed rotting clothes, but the way he looks at you is so sincerely the way someone else would look at the most breathtaking supermodel. he looks at you with that raw ukrainian passion and rushes forward to you. he takes your face so tenderly in his hands presses your foreheads together before he kisses you.

"oh, my beloved, my kokhanyy..." your stomach always does that little twisty flippy thing when he calls you kokhanyy - beloved in ukrainian. he's been using the pet name for as long as you can remember, but it still makes you all flustered. he kisses you some more and notices you don't seem to be quite yourself. he crouches down next to you, holding your hand in both of his, kissing it and holding it to his cheek as he asks what's wrong. you tell him you woke up to your period this morning and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and not move.

"period, period..." he murmurs, trying to remember what the ukrainian translation is. "oh, menstruatsiya!"

"yeah, menstruatsiya." you chuckle.

"oh, my dove..." he says, pulling you close to him. he rests your head on his chest, stroking your hair or caressing your cheek. "it is a most beautiful thing. the blood of your womb gives way to the seeds of new life. It is like a kiss from the stars, it is telling you that you are a strong, fertile tree, bursting with the fruit of life."

you look up at him, smiling softly, touched by his words.

"besides, squeezing lining of organs out of bleeding hole is gangster as SHIT, yo!" he exclaims, jumping up before kissing your hand again.

"I go get you chocolates and medovik." he says as he rushes out, then turns around.

"honey cake. very good, very comforting." he clairifies. you chuckle to yourself as he rushes out to get you some sweets and comfort food. you really don't know what you'd do without him.

[daily-deliciousness]

Salted caramel brownies