#vintage strawberry lip balm

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bonne Bell Strawberry Cheesecake Lipsmackers

1990s-early 2000s

Found on Ebay, user twist-so-fine

[stardust-swan]

Everyday Ways I Honour Aphrodite

(NSFW warning)

🌹Roses, roses, roses. Rose soap, rose lip balm, rose hand cream, rose lotion, rose perfume, rose oil on my pillow before falling asleep, rose candles, rose incense, roses in my garden, rosewater toner, rose face mist, rose shower gel, dried roses in the bath... Just roses everywhere you can fit them.

🌹Reading romantic books and poetry, watching romance films

🌹 Reading books and poetry about Aphrodite

🌹Making myself feel beautiful with pretty jewellery and makeup. Even just a swipe of tinted lip balm boosts my confidence (I use French Girl Rose Noir). I try to wear at least a little bit of makeup or jewellery daily, even if it's just a pair of studs or a subtle lipstick

🌹 Even if I'm just staying at home all day I'll spray perfume and put on jewellery and do lipstick just to feel sensual while I'm lounging around playing Animal Crossing (currently wearing a comfy embroidered nightie, small gold hoops, a pretty bracelet and a little bit of YSL Orange Perfecto lipstick as I write this)

🌹 Embracing my sensuality. Swaying my hips, feeling the softness of my body, dancing freely, engaging in self-pleasure, taking nudes, trying to unlearn the shame associated with sexuality from my upbringing. I don't watch porn often as I find most of it unhealthy and misogynistic (I only like this one random Japanese couple's channel and some vintage and Korean softcore), but I enjoy toys (my favourite is the rose), erotic literature, erotic film, audio porn (usually in other languages because I find a lot of dirty talk just makes me cringe but I still get enjoyment out of hearing little moans and silky low voices so I get that and avoid secondhand embarrassment from bad dirty talk by listening to it in languages I don't understand), and erotic fine art.

🌹 I try to get really comfortable when I'm engaged in self love. Lipstick and perfume on, hair styled, lingerie or nightie that makes me feel sexy, a candle lit or rose, ylang ylang and jasmine oil in my diffuser, soft music playing. Then I'll position myself comfortably, and stroke my thighs, tease my nipples, squeeze my breasts, lick my juices off my fingers and use it like a lipstick, painting my lips and nipples or using it to lightly lubricate my clitoris. Running my hands all over my belly, thighs and breasts, experimenting with different types of pressure and stimulation. Just luxuriating in the sensual feelings I can bring to my beautiful female body.

🌹 Wearing jewellery with seashells, pearls, emerald, ruby, bronze, copper, gold, jade, garnet and iridescent beads

🌹 Enjoying apples, honey, figs, pomegranates, strawberries, raspberries, olives, lettuce, rosewater and chocolate. I like buying Guylian chocolates as they're seashell shaped, but any chocolate will do (my favourite chocolate bar to buy is white chocolate with strawberries). I also like foods that you can taste the rosewater in like rose macarons and Turkish delight.

🌹 Making foods with ingredients she likes, like honey cakes, Persian rose love spell cookies, rosewater nougat, Persian love cake, baklava, cornes de gazelle, mhencha, etc... I mostly stick to Mediterranean, North African, Arab and Persian recipes, as they commonly use ingredients like rosewater, honey, pomegranates, and figs.

🌹 Carrying rose quartz in my pocket and keeping rose quartz under my pillow

🌹 I use a rose quartz roller to massage oil into my face

🌹 I keep a mini Venus de Milo statue and a swan trinket box on my bedside table

🌹 Drinking a drink made up of honey, cinnamon, milk and hot water at night to relax

🌹 Wearing pretty lingerie under my clothes, even if it's a basic outfit

🌹 I often fall asleep to the sound of ocean waves

🌹 Gold highlighter swept on my cheeks and body shimmer on my collarbones, reflecting light like sun rays on the ocean

🌹 Doing little offerings, like spritzing her statue with perfume, or offering up a portion of food I'm eating that I think she'd like

🌹 Lighting incense in scents like myrrh, frankincense, rose, vanilla, cinnamon, ginger and jasmine

🌹 Drawing myself relaxing baths with fragrant oils and salts

🌹 Reading hymns, Sappho's poetry, and listening to Athanati Afroditi

🌹 Listening to music that's romantic or sensual (this is my playlist)

🌹 Carrying a hand mirror and admiring myself as I check my makeup

🌹 Adding honey to tea

🌹 Writing letters and poetry about love and beauty

🌹Admiring women I find beautiful without jealousy or resentment, just appreciation

🌹Using these emojis: 🌹🦢🌊🪞🍎❤️💘💗💕💋🕊️🫒💄

🌹 Wearing pink, red, aqua, and seafoam green

🌹 Being consistent in self care. No matter how low my spoons are, unless I'm so dog-tired I end up falling asleep on the couch at 8pm, I force myself to do my evening skincare routine - cleansing, toning, eye cream, moisturiser, oil. And I always feel better for it even if I was exhausted before. Much smaller but I'm also consistent in oiling the ends of my hair daily and spraying perfume before bed. And I keep up with getting my hair done and brows waxed every three months without fail.

🌹 Doing exercises that make me feel sensual. I'm really lazy tbh but I push myself because I know Aphrodite would want me to take care of my body. I pick exercises that make me feel good and desirable, like yoga flow, belly dance, and exercises that target my womanly attributes.

🌹 Giving compliments!

🌹 Doing a big self care day every Friday (the day associated with her). Hot oil hair treatment, foot soak and exfoliation, removing old nail polish and buffing and filing nails, face mask, teeth whitening....

🌹 Going to the pond in winter and admiring the swans

🌹 Going to an art gallery in my city just to look at the painting Venus and Cupid (Day) by Fragonard

🌹 Sleeping on silk sheets as they feel sensual (they're also good for your hair and skin)

🌹 Making my own diffusers and cosmetics from natural, aphrodisiac products. Homemade bath salt with rose petals and pink salt, homemade lip mask with olive oil and rose oil, and adding oil of rose, jasmine, sandalwood, and cinnamon to a diffuser as I find these scents stimulating and sensual.

🌹 And of course, thanking Lady Aphrodite every day.

[productivefairy]

50 cute gift ideas

scented candles

heart shaped glasses

heart shaped picnic basket

quirky quote tee

aesthetic tea pot

vintage barbie

customized phone case

cute self defense tools

clueless pen

shell necklace

diy necklace

audrey hepburn sleep mask

water bottle

pink hairbrush

decorative pillows

flower vase

cherry earrings

vintage camera

silk/satin pjs

initial necklace

necklace with their bo

cool hairclips

gingham print anything

cute umbrella

custom tote

lana del rey lighter

lana del rey coke necklace

cute journal

quirky clocks

fancy choclates

coquette notecards

cute themed tarot cards

white and pink chessboard

books

a playlist dedicated to them

polaroid

home baked goods

diy night lights

soft toy

fluffy blanket

perfume

thrifted shoes that you dyed by yourself

bouquet of their fav flower

handwritten note

quirky socks

lip balm

strawberry printed bedsheet

Ghibli stickers

luxe nailpaint

custom bookmark

[spooky-stille]

Jaded London Men's Jacket £40.50

Vintage AOP All Over Print House Cat Tee T-Shirt Large L USA Black Cats US $39.95

ChapStick Classic Strawberry Lip Balm Tubes - 0.15 Oz $1.38

[cauch3mars]

  //   (  zhao lusi  .  cis - woman  .  she / her  )  .    ⸻  jia   zheng  ,  a  twenty  five  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  their  entire  life  .  the  sweetheart  is  known  for  being  compassionate  and  indecisive  and  is  often  associated  with  a  hand  painted  tarot  deck in  a  pink  velvet  drawstring  bag,  a  tv  playing  softly  in  another  room  for  background  noise,  &  smoky  and  sweet  incense  burning  in  the  corner  of  nearly  every  room  she  enters.  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a  reader  at  sisters  of  the  moon  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that redacted .  

s t a t i s t i c s .

BASICS:

FULL NAME:  jia zheng.

NICKNAMES:  jee.

GENDER:  cis female.

PRONOUNS:  she/her.

SEXUALITY:  pansexual.

AESTHETICS:  a hand painted tarot deck in a pink velvet drawstring bag ; a tv playing softy in another room for background noise ; sweet and smoky incense burning in the corner of nearly every room she enters ; a delicate porcelain teacup with herbal tea steaming ; a white wicker basket filled with dried lavender ; the gentle pitter patter of rain against a window ; a salt lamp casting a soft orange glow around the room ; lace curtains blowing in the cool fall breeze ; various crystal points on a windowsill, shimmering in the sunlight ; a vintage grandfather clock ticking softly ; faded polaroid's taped to a floor length mirror.

AGE:  twenty five.

DATE OF BIRTH:  june 28th, 1998.

ZODIAC SIGN:  cancer sun, pisces moon, libra rising.

OCCUPATION:  palm & tarot reader @ sisters of the moon.

APPEARANCE:

FACECLAIM:  zhao lusi.

VOICE CLAIM:  zhao lusi.

HEIGHT:  5'3".

BUILD:  slim.

HAIR: very thick & black, waist length, naturally very straight, often curled in loose romantic curls or pigtail braids.

PIERCINGS & TATTOOS:  click for pinterest board.

OTHER DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:  beauty mark under left eye, scar across right palm.

STYLE: click for pinterest board.

PERSONALITY:

TRAITS: + compassionate, empathetic, optimistic, intuitive, creative, gentle. - indecisive, sensitive, insecure, naive, melancholic, overly-idealistic.

LIKES:  junk food, dressing up, shopping, art museums, sailor moon, the scent of cocoa butter, banana pudding, holding hands in public, strawberry lip balm, snuggling with her cat, weed, collecting tarot decks.

DISLIKES:  cigarette smoke, violence, overt p.d.a., animal cruelty, people who are rude to retail workers, loud noises.

FEARS:  heights & wasps/hornets.

PHOBIAS:  acrophobia: fear of heights.

HOBBIES:  tarot reading, nail art, skincare, photography & ceramics/pottery.

PET PEEVES:  nail biting, people who are always late, people who don’t recycle.

FAVORITES:

ICE CREAM FLAVOUR:  cotton candy.

TIME OF THE DAY / NIGHT:  noon.

WEATHER:  sunny summer days, at least 85 degrees.

BREAKFAST FOOD:  hashbrowns.

DINNER FOOD:  grilled asparagus with garlic butter.

DESSERT: pain au chocolat.

COLOURS:  pastel pink, emerald green & tiffany blue.

ITEM:  star shaped locket.

COFFEE ORDER: iced white chocolate mocha with three pumps of white chocolate sauce, made with blonde espresso.

PERFUME: lattafa's eclaire ( dupe for bianco latte, which used to be her signature perfume )

b i o g r a p h y .

jia zheng was born on a warm june evening in red creek, michigan, into one of the wealthiest families in town. from the moment she arrived, her parents had grand expectations for their only daughter—ones that never aligned with the peculiar abilities she displayed. even as a toddler, jia was different. she would babble to people who weren't there, giggle at shadows that seemed to move on their own. her parents, horrified by what they considered a stain on their prestigious reputation, quickly made it clear that her gift as a medium was to be buried deep, never to be spoken of.

every odd encounter, every chilling whisper from the other side was met with cold reprimand or harsh silence, leaving jia feeling as though her very existence was a disgrace. the pressure to appear normal, perfect even, in the eyes of red creek grew unbearable. out of fear of being ostracized, she learned to shove down her abilities, hiding them behind her sweetness and charm.

despite the strain at home, jia excelled in school, maintaining a 3.9 gpa and earning a spot on the red creek k-12 dance team. her love for dance had been fostered from the age of three, when her parents enrolled her in ballet in the next town over, hoping it would refine her into the perfect picture of elegance they wanted to present to the world. and for a time, jia thought that ballet would be her ticket out of red creek. she dreamed of the day she'd leave for a big city like new york and become a professional ballerina. but as the years passed, she realized that life didn’t always go according to plan.

while her medium abilities were tightly concealed, jia quietly found solace in something else—tarot. what started as a curiosity grew into a deep passion, and by her senior year, she had amassed a hidden collection of decks. the cards became a refuge, offering her a small sense of control and connection to a part of herself she had to keep secret. however, her world came crashing down when her mother discovered the collection. without a second thought, her mother disposed of every deck, shattering jia’s heart. in that moment, jia promised herself that as soon as she could, she would leave her family behind for good.

graduating in the top 5% of her class, jia quietly put her long-held plan into motion. for years, she had secretly saved her allowance, hiding her intentions from her parents and two older brothers. after graduation, she moved out of the family’s opulent home, cutting ties with her toxic parents, though the decision weighed heavily on her heart. despite the lavish life she left behind, jia found solace in her modest apartment, where she finally had the freedom to be on her own terms. she quickly secured a job at sisters of the moon, the local metaphysical shop, as a tarot and palm reader.

while her work aligned with her true self, jia still hides her most precious secret: her mediumship. insecure from years of suppression by her family, she often downplayed her talent, joking that she wasn’t very good at reading tarot to keep others from looking too closely. even though she’s surrounded by the mystical world she loves, jia still struggles with the fear of being judged for who she really is.

though jia had always managed to suppress her abilities, the terrifying events in red creek have heightened her fears. with the recent string of murders and disappearances, the spirits of the victims are more restless than ever. the whispers that she once learned to tune out have become louder, their desperate pleas for justice haunting her day and night. jia is terrified—not only by the killer lurking in town but by the constant, overwhelming presence of the dead seeking her help. she has spent years hiding her gift and wants nothing more than to stay out of it, but the spirits won’t leave her alone, forcing her into a role she never asked for.

h e a d c a n o n s.

jia still practices ballet in her small apartment when she's alone. sometimes, she pulls out her old pointe shoes, dancing to classical music as a way to escape and reconnect with her childhood dreams.

often smokes marijuana for her anxiety. it also helps drown out the voices from the dead people who insist on talking to her. especially early in the morning.

favorite color is pink, and it's evident by her bedroom, which has many pink accents.

jia has a complicated relationship with mirrors. because of her mediumship, she sometimes catches glimpses of spirits out of the corner of her eye, so she avoids looking at her reflection for too long, especially at night.

though her upbringing was lavish, jia has developed a love for vintage clothing and thrifted items. she finds comfort in old, worn things

despite her mother throwing out her original tarot decks, jia has rebuilt her collection. each deck is hidden away in a large chest under her bed.

jia loves burning incense. it’s not only a calming ritual but also something that makes her feel grounded. the familiar smell fills her apartment, acting as a protective barrier, keeping some of the more persistent spirits at bay.

while she jokes about being terrible at tarot, jia’s crystal collection is another matter. she has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of crystals and keeps tons of them scattered around her apartment, believing they help protect her energy and balance her emotions.

though she hides her mediumship, jia fully embraces her identity as a witch in private. she actively practices wicca, following its core principles of harmony with nature and the belief in magic. she especially feels connected to healing magic. she considers herself a white witch.

the only people who knows about jia being a medium is her family and her best friend.

[remzvv]

haul <3

{ CRACKER BARREL OLD COUNTRY STORE }

brown leather-esque bag $49.99

southern firefly candle in sweet tea $31.75

dioni’s goat milk hand cream in pecan swirl $12.

purse keychain $9.99

gold bracelet $9.99

vintage moisturizing lip licking lip balm in grape $5.99

vintage moisturizing lip licking lip balm in vanilla $5.99

vintage moisturizing lip licking lip balm in strawberry $5.99

vintage moisturizing lip licking lip balm in cotton candy $5.99

vintage moisturizing lip licking lip balm in cotton candy $5.99

{ KOHL’S }

pink knit lace up sweater $14.50

too faced better than chocolate eyeshadow pállate $54

too faced lip injection extreme $16

sol de janiero brazilian kiss cupuaçu lip butter $18

too faced pillow talk push up lashes mascara mini $15

too faced pillow talk push up lashes mascara mini $15

double heart band ring $50

⭐️ TOTAL: $326.17 ⭐️

[cafedanslanuit]

˗ˏˋ their favourite things of yours to wear ´ˎ˗

+ eren, armin, mikasa, jean, reiner, annie, porco, pieck & zeke

― tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, lots of fluff

― a/n: changed my headcanons layout! c: also, im v happy to be posting hcs again heh <3

― masterlist

EREN. your hair ties. ever since he started dating you, he stopped buying them altogether. why would he ever need them if he could just steal yours? mf is like "babe, have you seen OUR blue hair tie?" just as you were considering hiding them from him, your gaze travelled to your boyfriend, who was playing video games across the room. his eyebrows knitted together in concentration, no shirt and his hair in a bun secured with your light pink spiral hair tie. fuck him for looking so adorable, you thought, before snapping a quick photo.

ARMIN. your sweatshirts. there's nothing armin loves more than putting on one of your sweatshirts and getting drunk in your scent that lingers on the fabric as he goes around his day. doesn't matter if he's working from home or running errands, he just loves feeling as if you're there with him somehow. your heart always skips a beat when, after a long day, you see him bundled up in your sweatshirt and typing away at his laptop with a concentrated look on his face. cutest thing you've ever seen.

MIKASA. your necklace. you always told mikasa she could use any of your jewellery, yet she couldn't help but feel short of taking your rings and bracelets. however, there was a very thin golden necklace she immediately grew fond of. the first time you mentioned how pretty she looked in a tank top and your necklace, her cheeks grew red and offered to give it back if you wanted it, but you insisted she kept it. when she wears it around other people, it makes you feel as if it's her way of showing everyone that you belong to each other. JEAN. your photo (inside his phone case). not necessarily something you wear, but he keeps his favourite polaroid of yours inside his clear phone case (as the raging bisexual he is), so he can look at it whenever he pleases. there's also a couple of stickers and a vintage game card, but he can't get enough of turning his phone and relishing how pretty you look when you smile for him. he makes sure all his friends look at your photo by *casually* leaving his phone face down when he's around other people. he wants everyone to know how lucky he is to have you in his life. REINER. your lip balm. it started as a silly little thing. his lips were chapped and you offered him one of your colourless lip balms, sitting all pretty on his lap as you applied it. when he rubbed his lips together, he couldn't help but notice the faint strawberry taste he used to taste whenever he kissed you. since then, he makes sure to put some on every chance he gets. not only does it make his lips soft— it also reminds him of you, of the taste of your lips and that sweet aftertaste of your kisses he's grown to love.

ANNIE. your perfume. even if at first she mocked it for being expensive, now you watch her with an amused smile as she sprays some behind her ears before heading out. you know how much comfort the smell of your perfume gives her, even if she denies it every time you tease her about it. it's no surprise, though. no matter how hard annie rolls her eyes, you know how much she loves burying her face in the crook of your neck when you're lying in bed together after a long day.

PORCO. your scarf. on a particular winter night, after he had dropped you home, you insisted on lending him one of your scarves so he wouldn't be as cold on his way back. you thought he would return it the next time you saw each other but instead, he decided to wear it. and the day after that. and the day after that. when you casually asked him when/if he was planning on giving it back, he said he didn't know what you were talking about because it was *his* scarf. you only let him get away with it because he looked really cute in it and because you noticed the prideful look in his eyes whenever people realized he was wearing something of yours.

PIECK. your rings. pieck actually likes making jewellery and she loves it when you wear anything she has made. she has even made some very special pieces for you! however, after once mistakenly putting on one of your rings and only realizing it at work, she was surprised by how amazing it felt, wearing something that had your energy and made her think of you all throughout the day. since then, all of your jewellery is shared, and if there's something pieck loves more than wearing your rings is seeing you use hers on your ring finger. gives her ideas of a brighter future with you.

ZEKE. your watch. he was running late to a work interview and since he couldn't find his watch, you lent him yours with a quick kiss. the joy you felt when, several hours later, he came back with the job he had been wanting for a while made you forget to ask for your watch back, instead enveloping him with a hug. you didn't notice it missing until a week later, as you watched him get dressed in the morning. he put the watch around his wrist and caught your sleepy gaze slowly recognizing the item. "for good luck," he smiled, before planting a kiss on your forehead and whispering goodbye.

[munsster]

hi hi! could u maybe do robin x gn!reader where they move in together to a small apartment and while unpacking the reader finds robin's old record player and they end up dancing? i hope that makes sense HDSJADH

i love ur writing vv much! thank uu <3

two left feet

A/N: yes!! i will RUN with any excuse to write slow dancing

Pairing: Robin Buckley x GN!Reader

Summary: Your new, shared apartment wouldn’t be the same without its first dance. 0.9k words.

Warnings: fluff, kissing, cursing, too many [pre] 80s music references

“How come you never mentioned you had one of these things?” you chirp with an armful of sleek white speaker wrapped up in thin black wire, connected to the port of a metallic record player. Robin cradles a flimsy cardboard box heavy with paperbacks, plopping it on the couch with a thud. “All this time sharing my shitty Walkman when we coulda been cranking this baby up to eleven—”

“Thought you knew,” she says, flicking her bangs out of her face with a sniffle, “you’ve seen my record collection. Why would anybody need that many albums if they never listened to any of ‘em?”

“Well, by that logic, why does anybody collect anything?”

“Fair point.” She squints and reach for your waist. But you sit criss-cross on the deep purple shag before she can catch you. Already rifling through her

“Let’s see, The Cars, Teena Marie—starting off strong, Buckley, what else you got?—Berlin? Meh. Heart? Gettin’ there”—thick-cased albums and extended plays stack up between teeny bopper pop singles, but the electro-funk-rock music just isn’t what you’re looking for. She sighs and sorts the records into their new shelf inside the cabinet, sliding down and flopping against the wood. Then you gasp—“This is the one.”

“What?” she says, crouching down with her chin on your shoulder, but you press the single to your chest and chuckle, fiddling with its sleeve and setting the delicate vinyl on the solid black turntable.

“You’ll see,” you hum, “or… you’ll hear.” The needle crackles through the old stereo, scraping along the smooth edge of the record, and you scoot closer to the player on your knees. You close your eyes when his voice sweeps through the speaker, rattling with low quality and age, but the symphony plays, too, and she smiles down at you.

You glance over your shoulder, and her hand is limp reaching for you, fingers curved to welcome your own, and clammy shuffling along your first carpeting. Shared carpeting. It’s tacky, sure, but pretty soon it’ll be vintage and fill your apartment with tender value. Though, home has always been priceless.

She holds you to her torso with a kiss to your forehead, sweat clinging to the neck of her loose, floral button up. Her hair gathers in a disheveled knot at the nape of her neck, and your fingertips brush over the damp skin where you draw her in.

And you hum to the words she sings along: “I’ve seen that road before. It always leads me here. Leads me to your door.” Only a breath away, she can taste the sweet strawberry balm left soft on your mouth, soothing because she’s a little chapped after a day of hard work.

She abandons crooning to be golden with her lips pressed to yours. To be glorious even if she’ll never be a household name. Revered in the palms of your hands even for a short time like running water. To settle into the shallow lines in your face only nestled into existence by joy. Even if you’ll dry her away, once, she remembers, she was there.

In attempt to christen the living room, she sways you. All the while pecking your lower lip with your head tilted back. All the while her hand curves along your spine. And try as she might to be suave, her floundering is not subtle. Not to you, at least.

“Shit, shit,” Robin huffs, pulling away when you laugh and your shoe slips off. She stumbles into you, and you catch her. “Sorry. Dancing’s not exactly my thing.”

“We don’t need to dance,” you say with a shrug, arms tightly folded into the back of her shirt when she grins and leans down. To catch you once more on her lips, if only for a single fleeting moment she’ll get to be drunk. Contact high when you sweep your thumb between her shoulder blades.

Between each kiss flirted against your mouth, she rasps out, voice vicious with honey and staggering prose: “Anyway you’ll never know the many times I’ve tried. And still they lead me back.”

“I’m crazy about you, Buckley,” you whisper against her neck as she swallows thickly. You twirl a fallen strand of hair back behind her ear, kissing the butterfly studs you bought her for your first-kiss-anniversary. You told her butterfly kisses count, advocating for kiss equality while refusing to even kiss her cheek without an admission. She folded at noon and clobbered you with a sloppy make out session in your rattletrap car.

“Not crazier than I am,” she teases, pinching your side. You smile and shake your head.

“There’s just no winning with you, is there?”

“I’m very competitive when it comes to the things I’m passionate about,” she says, “and oh, baby, am I passionate about you—”

“Geez, what’d you take a class in corny or somethin’?”

“Pssh, you love it,” she says, nipping at your jaw as your fingertips curl into her biceps and you chuckle.

“I know,” you sigh. And you go back to resting into the contours of her body.

“Don’t keep me waiting here,” she sings, eyes closed because feeling you is enough in the fragility of the world’s state. It’s enough to be held and loved and warm in your own home, swaying with her, daydreaming while you both smell of sweetish musk and peach soap. A vamp is enough to carry a song, but if she sang every one, they’d be just as good acapella. No need for gaudy theatrics, no satin curtains or flashy lights. Just the way she blinks her doe eyes and coos—“Lead me to your door.”

masterlist

[pastel-pajamas-4me]

25 Things that help me middle regress

1. Trying new recipes out in the kitchen (mainly drinks and snacks that look yummy)

2. Reading kiddie chapter books

3. Using colorful bath bombs in the tub

4. Watching 90s and y2k cartoons, movies, and shows from my first childhood (when I was actually a kid or tween)

5. Coloring in coloring books (mermaids ,unicorns,and fairies are my favorite things to color )

6. Doing puzzles in an app on my Nintendo switch(I also love actual puzzles especially ones with kitties or teddy bears on them !!)

7. Listening to lofi jazz music on YouTube

8. Cute and comfortable clothes like my pastel stitch shirt

9.collecting and using Cool looking or fruity lip balms and glittery lip glosses !!

10. Thrift shopping for new stuff (I always love finding used books in great condition ,cute purses that look retro or nostalgic ,vintage build a bears or Webkinz,and anything barbie ,Bratz, or hello kitty ) !!!

11. Playing lineplay

12. Learning about things that happened in the past like the titanic and other historical events (I love mythology in other countries and love learning about Japanese or Italian culture )

13. Writing in my self love journal

14. Cuddling with my older stuffies and blankets from my childhood

15. Getting my fingernails painted in cool colors like purple or blue and adding cute nail stickers and art

16. Painting or drawing or doodling simple things like a strawberry or a bunny rabbit or a chibi oc

17. Peach soda in my color changing hello kitty cup

18. Carrying my stuff in a cute backpack (makes me feel like I'm on a mission or that I'm only in middle school )

19. Beach-like scents in my wax warmer

20. Using my fidget toys

21. Doing cross words or find the hidden object games

22. 🖤Blogging🖤

23. Breakfast for dinner !! (Because waffles are awesome and cereal is nostalgic)

24. Using cute glitter pens or crayons

25. Playing with my favorite Barbie

[bohemiandeer]

Aight, It’s Psychonauts Brainrot Hour so, here have my headcanons on what everyone smells like:

First Game(minus Ford and Augustus):

Raz: Old worn leather, wool and buttered popcorn, as well as stew and powdered chalk depending on time spent around the circus/caravan, and a hint of dirt from his time at camp.

Sasha: Very thick mixture of Cigarettes and Cologne, latter to cover up the former, occasionally Machine Oil and Wielded Metal but usually only when he’s been down in the lab or in the work shop for prolonged periods of time. 

Milla: “Gee,Your Hair Smells Terrific” Shampoo and Conditioner, along with Rosehip Oil, Cocoa Butter,Scented Candles/Incense and sweet perfumes that vary by the day. Sort of a lot like the fruity/floral/sweet scent sections at Bath & Bodyworks. Lilli: Woodsmoke,Pertichor(Rain Smell),Mint and Vanilla Perfume, as well as flowers. The Campers: Craft Glue, Pine Needles, Summer camp Food and for some reason in my head, Cheez its. Either Cheez its, Peanuts or Smores/Animal Crackers depending on the Camper. I imagine Kitty,Franke and Elka also smell like those flavoured children’s lip balms, especially the ones that smell like Strawberries, Bubblegum and Cotton Candy, on top of Kitty smelling like those candy scented body sprays they always market to tween girls. Milka also smells like cat fur. Crystal also smells like Thin Mints, and so does Clem by osmosis. Nils always has the faint smell of chocolate Animal Crackers on him. And Mikhail is the one who is especially guilty of smelling like Pine Needles, but also always has the faint scent of lake water and cattails on him as well. Oleander: A Camo shop, as well as that New Tent smell. A Rabbit Enclosure.

Loboto: Dried blood, Salt Water and a Dentist's Office

Boyd: Molotov Cocktail Solution,Milk,Cigarettes and someone who hasn’t had a shower in 6 or more years. Also Kitty Litter. Gloria: Vintage Perfume, Flowers, Plant Soil and Old Makeup, specifically Lipstick. 

Edgar: Acrylic and Fabric Paints, Linseed Oil, Paint Thinner and Vinegar. 

Fred: Pinewood, Duckcloth and Cardboard, as well as Craft Glue.

Sheegor: The Ocean. Also a Dentist’s Office by Osmosis.

The Psychic 7:

Ford: Shoe Polish, as well as generic Bacon,Barber's Shampoo, Dettol and Dishwash Soap. 

Lucy: Wool, Meat Stew, Lavender, Tea and freshly washed Quilts

Otto: Just, Copious amounts of Coffee, Machine Oil and a bastard that hasn't left his sacred dwellings for almost 3 years. 

Cassie: Honey, Lemon Tea and old/antique book scent, aged paper 

Compton: Anxiety, actually no. I always headcanon him as smelling like Black Liquorice for some reason. Black Liquorice and Sugared Black Tea with Honey.

Bob: Fertiliser as well as Pertichor(that classic Rain smell), Plants/Herbs and when he was still drinking, Alcohol.

Helmut: Hookah. If not just generally very sweet, like Strawberries and Butterscotch.

Motherlobe Folk:

Truman: Sage and Vintage Men's Cologne

Hollis: Expensive, rather musky/oriental smelling perfumes. I imagine something like Amber,Musk and Sandalwood. Nick: Aggressively like fish.  Agents in general always seem to have this looming air freshener smell to them, sorta like an Airplane, like that musky New Plane/Fresh Scented Air Freshener smell. Also Noodlebowl lady smells like breakfast and baked goods.

The Interns:

Norma: Hell, no for real, she smells like she's perpetually on fire. That sort of Smoke smell, just a very aggressive Smoke smell

Lizzie: that bottle of Dior's Poison Perfume that she shoplifted a good bit back

Adam: Teakwood Cologne/Body spray and fresh linen

Sam: Pancakes, very questionable pancakes paired with pine needles, goat fur and what a hamster would smell like. 

Morris: An aggressive amount of Hair Gel and Axe Body Spray

Gisu: A Skateshop, that sort of woodsy, wheel grease, Acrylic Paint, New Vans smell is what I'd best describe it as. 

The Aquatos:

They all smell like chalk powder in some sense including faint visages of such on Raz since that's what they use to dust their hands to prevent them from getting sweaty during shows and practice sessions

Augustus: Very woodsy, like Pine needles, freshly chopped wood and a Fireplace, with a thick scent of French Toast, Chalk and Burnt Caramel, very faint smell of popcorn

Donatella: Cheap but fancy Rose Scented Perfume and florally scented Talcum Powder as well as powdered chalk.

Dion: An aggressive amount of Hair Grease, paired with one spray of Men's Cologne and a faint smell of sweat and powdered chalk

Frazie: Very strongly of Marzipan, like that very aggressive Almond Meal candy smell, with a very faint scent of talcum powder, chalk,hay and buttered popcorn 

Mirtala: One spray of Dona's cologne, paired with the smell of chalk, cotton candy and that little kid smell of Baby powder/Baby food and Crayons

Queepie: Little kid smell (again of Baby powder, Baby food and Crayons) + Dirt

If you've been around little kids or have had little siblings before, you know exactly what smell I'm talking about, that's just the best descriptors I have for it.

[incorrectbatfam]

We’re Okay (We’ll Live This Way)

Kon-El Week day 2: Soulmate | Rarepair

Summary

Classic AU where you don’t see color until you look into your soulmate’s eyes.

“Should we tell them?” Tim asked.

–

Kon yelped as he stepped on another LEGO. “Jon, please pick up your stuff. Tim’s gonna be here any minute and I don’t need any toy-related injuries!”

“Riiight, your soulmate’s coming.” As the ten-year-old picked up his blocks, he chanted, “Tim and Kon sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

“Just pick it up,” Kon said. “Humans are breakable.”

The farmhouse was nowhere near ready for Kon’s partner’s arrival. The couch cushions weren’t straightened and there was a cobweb on the ceiling and Krypto wouldn’t stop shedding. Tim was probably used to a spick-and-span mansion without a speck of dust in sight, and the thought of not being able to deliver the level of perfection he deserved made Kon want to tear his hair out. Except if he did that, he’d look like a scraggly bridge troll and Tim would leave him for someone more attractive.

He hadn’t noticed he was hyperventilating until he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

Crinkles formed under Lois’s kind eyes as she smiled softly. “Don’t worry, Kon. Tim is your soulmate—he’ll love you no matter what.”

He gulped. “Right. Yeah. He loves me. He loves me.”

Kon repeated that as he made his way upstairs and changed out of his pajamas. Lois was probably going to make him do at least one chore, so he went with a simple pair of jeans, a vintage music festival shirt, and a single hoop earring. And, just for giggles, he threw on a pair of Batman socks Tim had gotten him as a gag gift.

Farm work meant no leather jacket. His flannel shirt was draped over his bedpost. It could be taken as either country flannel, hipster flannel, or gay flannel. He tied it around his waist so people knew it was gay. 

Sunlight bounced off the dresser mirror as Kon fixed his hair, castling narrow beams along the wall. He really should get a haircut, but that notion was quickly replaced with an image of Tim playing with Kon’s curls whenever they were working late on Mount Justice. Kon loved when Tim did that. Bart and Cassie poked fun at them all the time, but Kon didn’t mind so long as he had his Robin in his arms. 

He applied his strawberry lip balm before setting the tiny container down next to his sunglasses and wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, unable to quell his rising nerves.

Pinned to the bulletin board was a calendar; the current date had been circled over and over. Most people didn’t make a big deal of an anniversary because soulmates were forever and blah blah blah, but Kon begged to differ. One year was a big deal.

He tossed his dirty laundry into a hamper which he then shoved into his closet. He made his bed with a little help from his TTK, which he also used to open the window and let in the crisp early October air. Hopefully no leaves would blow inside.

Lois had designated inside as a no-fly zone, so Kon slid down the banister into the kitchen where he found his mother figure assembling sandwiches and fruit salads. A picnic basket sat on the counter. Kon popped a raspberry into his mouth as he slid across the tile in his socks. His brows furrowed when he counted the number of Tupperwares she’d set out.

“Wait, what’s with the extra two?”

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Read the rest on Ao3

@kon-el-week

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bonne Bell Sunsmackers in All Star Lime Up, Surf-N-Slush, and Strawberry Icicle

mid 1990s-early 2000s

Found on Ebay, user clay.74

I had the Surf-N-slush one!!!

[stardust-swan]

The Kind of Girl I Want To Be

Buys herself pink peonies and roses

Wears scents like Parfums De Marly Delina and Oriana, Miss Dior, YSL Paris, Prada Candy, Mon Guerlain and Chanel Chance Eau Tendre (she sprays it in the morning, after showers, and before going to bed)

Bakes heart shaped sugar cookies and macarons

Spends rainy days sipping rose tea from floral china while reading beautifully bound classic novels

Has a bookshelf filled with first edition poetry books, gilded editions of fairytale books, volumes of the Little Books of Fashion series, leatherbound classics, and Harlequin romance novels

Drinks peppermint tea in the morning and camomile tea at night

Sleeps on pink silk sheets and has a satin kimono robe

Plays Brigitte Bardot, classical music, and soft jazz in the background

Takes ballates or yogalates classes

Plays the violin or cello

Watches Audrey Hepburn and Anna Karina films

Adds sweet almond oil and rose bath tea to her vanilla bubble bath

Has a seasonal pass to the ballet and regularly visits the theatre, old bookshops, botanical gardens, and art galleries

Keeps things like French Girl lip tints/Glossier lip balms/Too Faced lip glosses, a hand mirror, a comb, some bonbons, a book, a rollerball of perfume, hand cream, a piece of rose quartz, a scrunchie, a nail file, spray on SPF and bubblegum in her bag at all times

Is always up to date with Fashion Week

Writes in her diary daily in swirly writing using coloured gel pens, pressing flowers between the pages and spraying perfume samples on it

Lights Yankee Candle Fresh Cut Roses or Rainbow Cookie, keeps soap and lavender in her wardrobe, and has vanilla diffusers around the house

Lives in a cosy home filled with beautiful things, like paintings by local artists, lots of cushions and throws, soft lighting from salt lamps and fairy lights, potted herbs and succulents, vintage vases filled with floral arrangements, DIY macramé and embroidery projects, a bowl of different crystals, signature Barbies on a shelf, rattan furniture, fluffy towels in white, pink, baby blue, and lavender, pink Dove or rose Roger et Gallet soap and Jurlique rose hand cream on the bathroom sink, pictures of her loved ones in antique frames, floral patterns everywhere, antique mirrors, and beautiful porcelain teasets

Goes to French cafés to enjoy a vanilla oat latte with a millefeuille or almond croissant

Always wears diamond or pearl earrings (often paired with a charm bracelet or gold heart locket)

Enjoys rosé wine, champagne, and strawberry daiquiris at lunchtime occasionally

Snacks on strawberries, sugared almonds, dried fruit and nuts, and Turkish Delight

Applies powder, rosy blush, lipgloss, and puts ribbons in her hair at her vanity table, which is decorated with a ballerina music box, vintage perfume bottles, and trinkets shaped like swans, angels and shepherdesses

Has her morning and evening routines down pat: waking up to melodic music, opening the windows, making the bed, doing gentle yoga, simple skincare, getting dressed, applying makeup, and eating a simple but delicious breakfast in the morning, and having a warm shower, doing more decadent skincare, putting on comfy cotton or satin pyjamas, journalling, enjoying a calming cup of herbal tea, reading, looking out the window at the moon, and falling asleep to relaxing sounds like ocean waves, gentle rainfall, and white noise at night. Her life runs like clockwork.

Is gentle, sweet, romantic, and full of love to give

[rochastocade]

In my purse today:

strawberry flavored fructose pastels, eucerin lip balm, rom&nd lip tint in vintage ocean, nyx lipstick in cold brew, nyx auburn brow pencil, maybelline mascara, catrice brow gel, body shop lip oil, 2 the balm eyeshadow sticks, 3 eyeshadow brushes, bullet journal, 2 chocolate bars (nougat & licorice), sample of alien edp, insulin, paracetamol, single-use needle, 2 gel pens (black & purple), keys, hand-painted compact mirror, maybelline lip gloss in amber, coconut hand sanitizer, la roche posay hand lotion, leather wallet, jardin de france cuir eternel perfume

[yizihuo]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ NINGNING

stage name: ningning name: ning yizhuo (宁艺卓 ) birthday: october 23, 2002 height: 161cm nationality: chinese blood type: b nicknames: ningningie, ning ging, artist ning special talent: she's loud

favourite colour: purple favourite season: spring favourite word: kkwabaegi favourite food: pork back-bone stew, sundae soup, hot pot favourite animal: tiger, cat favourite movie: titanic

recommended songs

fun facts:

she is the only smrookies member to have made the group

she is good friends with nct's china line

she stans blackpink (jennie biased), bigbang, snsd, red velvet, sistar, nct, 2ne1, twice, rihanna, beyonce, and doja cat

her favourite 2017 sm releases are: peek-a-boo, cherry bomb, holiday, and black suit

she likes dolls, watching horror movies, watermelons, and strawberries

during srg era, her favourite colours were red, pink, and yellow

she was on let's sing kids the season after chenle

her favourite subject is art, and she wanted to be a painter when she was younger

her favourite disney princess is mulan

she prefers having black hair

her debut teasers dropped on the 1500-day anniversary of her sr16g introduction

her favourite character is patrick from spongebob

if she had to live with a spongebob character, she'd go with squidward

she likes buying vintage clothing

listens to a lot of hiphop

she would use the word sexy to describe herself

favorite snack is butter caramel pringles

likes ariana grande

thinks winter looks like a hamster

likes jay park and got noticed by him

karina describes her as glamourous and passionate

she usually wears suits

she likes the oversized outfits

she's into diy phone cases and would go out and buy materials and watch videos to make them

she's fond of butterflies, and made it her symbol because it looks pretty and has a unique vitality

she describes herself as acting like the baby of the group in front of her members, like a typical younger sister

she is highly independent though, having left her hometown to train in korea at a young age

she's always loved music, and since dancing and singing were related to it, she started liking it too

she never had any formal musical education prior to entering sm

she's currently taking more vocal lessons and wants to focus on singing the way she feels instead of the way she speaks

her first time meeting a my was at a convenience store, where a worker was one

up until forever, her most memorable moment was aespa's first win

when giselle falls asleep listening to music, she's the one to take off her headphones

she visited japan in 2019 with her mom and was wowed by everything; if she visits with her members she'd like to go discover food

if she can bring her members back to harbin, she'd take them out to eat food since they all like chn food, especially guo bao rou

she doesn't get nervous easily when performing and loves being at the top of the stage

her musical role models are beyonce and rihanna

her key to achieving one's dreams is to always be self-confident

her audition song was beyonce's love on top

describes karina as someone with a lot of sensibility

describes giselle as 4D

describes winter as a cute and smart dummy

if she were to describe herself with three words, they would be sexy, confident, and divaaa

if she were to describe aespa with three words, they would be happy aura, unexpected charms, well-rounded

her favourite phrase is good job!

musicians she looks up to include rihanna and beyonce

the first thing she notices of other people are whether they maintain eye contact or not while talking

she applies lip balm before sleeping to maintain her beauty, she wouldn't fall asleep otherwise

her favourite tiktok the xmas one aespa did with the adams family bg music; it took about an hour to film because it was hard to match the beat of the song

has a pet cat named roro in china

would like to collab with g.e.m

has a pet tailless gecko named ddongi (poop)

bought ddongi on a whim because she was in a pet shop and felt bad that no one was buying ddongi 

the makeup team calls her artist ning

auditioned with beyonce’s love on top

has her own star on beijing contemporary music school’s golden star walk of fame

has a pet cat named roro back with her parents

her dad works as an engineer

liked the movie a little red flower

[oflightfeet]

what’s in my bag ? — task #5

JACKET — Wren bought this vintage leather jacket about three years ago and has not parted ways with it since. It’s big, it keeps out the rain and wind, has deep pockets and is also kind of cool. Now that they’re working in a corporate environment, they’ve also invested in a more professional looking coat ( from Primark, don’t interact rich people ). The pockets of their leather jacket are very much utilised to keep their wallet, keys and phone safe, but most of their belongings can be found in their ...

BACKPACK — Yes, Wren has a Kanken. Or, well, a knockoff Kanken. The small backpack is dragged along to most places, and contains all essentials to their life. As Wren can be found running around London a fair amount, the backpack comes in extremely handy. Most of the time, you will see them shouldering this little pack. 

HEADPHONES — Wren does not leave their house without their headphones. They move through London on foot or public transport most of the time ( unless they can carpool with someone ) and always do so while listening to some tunes. Wren’s very attached to their little moments of listening to music and shutting the world out. One day, they hope to invest in a pair of noise cancelling headphones. 

LIP BALM — Wren chews their lips when stressed a lot and is often faced with the cold winter winds, and so their lips crave lip balm. Wren favours the strawberry flavoured one.

SWITCHBLADE — This knife was bought a year and a half ago from some shady dude before Wren was even involved with Famine, and is usually kept in their boot ( not pictured; but they’re a pair of Doc Martens ) or coat pocket. They barely leave the house without it, but haven’t used it much yet. 

BANANA — A cheap, healthy and energising snack. It’s not always a banana Wren carries with them, but there is always a snack in their backpack in case their next meal is postponed. There’s often also a candy bar in there somewhere, preferably Snickers.

REUSABLE COFFEE CUP — While getting coffee from a Starbucks or Costa is definitely preferable, it is also expensive. Wren often makes themselves a cup of coffee before leaving the house and sips at it as they make their way to wherever they need to be.

BOOK — Wren always brings a book with them, mostly to read on the tube. Plenty of days, they never open it, only carrying it with them in the hope that they will read but then not finding any time to do so. Currently they’re reading Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi, borrowed from the library. Wren got this book recommended by Zach.

WATER BOTTLE — A knock-off Chilly’s that Wren lodges around everywhere, filled with tap water. It saves money.

& ETC — There’s always some hair ties floating around in their back, as well as a tube of mascara. A powerbank for their phone. Hand cream. Painkillers. Breath mints. And often, very often, something needed by someone else; a 120k pound necklace or a brick, for example.