#good smells

[moreeeeweedddd]

this bubba kush is so sticky and smells so dank 😍😶‍🌫️

[thoselovelythings]

[iibislintu]

open a book. lift it towards you so that your face touches the pages. breathe in... that's it, there you go (now do it again)

[gratitude-with-jesus]

Day 56

Jesus, I’m grateful for good smells, like fresh cookies and roses.

[minzi2024]

he's dry! aw he smells so good now!

[cozyinhyrule]

lil hair care haul + my current go to fragrance combination

[pigeonsinmyhome]

I love febreze (this is not sponsored)

[aw777]

[tenth-sentence]

A warm, good smell of sun-baked earth and grass and flowers came up to them.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew" - C. S. Lewis

[divinemissem13]

Honey

Whumptober, Day 19:  “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.” | Psychological Fandom: Star Trek Voyager Ship: Kathryn Janeway/ Kashyk CW: Dubious consent, trauma response

--- Kashyk hesitated in the doorway of his temporary quarters and fixed Kathryn with a leering gaze that was also, somehow, almost timid. “Captain, why don’t you join me? I’ve been looking forward to trying your replicator and perhaps you could help me find something appropriate to toast the evening’s accomplishments.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. I’ve had your replicator taken off line,” Kathryn replied with a smug smile.

“All the more reason for you to join me. I’m sure that you could restore access while you are here to keep an eye on me,” Kashyk arched an eyebrow as his voice flowed over her like honey. 

Not for the first time, Kathryn wondered distantly if the Devore didn’t actually have some sort of telepathic tendencies himself because she really should know better… “One drink,” she agreed, nodding to reassure the security ensign at the door. 

As soon as the doors slid shut behind them, Kathryn began to regret her decision to stay. The warm, honey-coated feeling from the corridor was gone, leaving her feeling cold and sharply alert. The air was tinged with the faint scent of leather mixed with something metallic - blood, probably - Kathryn thought to herself with a wince. This was the smell that would linger in her ready room after each Devore inspection, and it made her stomach turn. 

She ached to leave, to return to her quarters and bury her nose in a cup of coffee, to take a long hot bath until the scent was nothing more than a distant memory. But she couldn’t allow herself to be weak in front of this man. He was not to be trusted, but she needed him to trust her . So she stayed. 

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[w-i-m-m]

[mstmitchell]

Omg it's true

[minzi2024]

he smells like home 🐻💗👃

[abi-gai-l]