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#dream girl must haves
dreamgrlarchive · 8 months
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girly things i luv having!
fragrance pens
body shimmer powder
hello kitty necklace
glitter body mist
fuzzy purses
sparkly clothes
xtra nail + lash glue in my bag
cute diaries + pens
designer bags
victoria’s secret totes
girly book collection
cute water bottles
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eternity-death · 4 months
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It’s rough being a Sunday lover
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Very disturbing, loved it 🩷
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sadgirlfor3versblog · 6 months
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Mad in love with this :
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Once again, I am back on my bullshit.
Welcome to my "Angel is asexual because Michael Kovach is ace and also i say so" and "Val is actually aromantic but just thinks his inability to feel love is cuz he's a psycho and not that he just has a queer identity" corner. There's no one else here but me
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jakkrabbitz · 11 months
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Beach episode featuring Mona Lisa !!☀️🌊🏖️
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bikinigoldbaby · 3 months
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i’m trapped in my own yellow cage
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Mel for the unhinged character bingo!
yessss YEEEESSSSSSSSS
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#ask me#so Mel is in the unenviable position of being a very strong character whose rights I support and whose wrongs I also fully support#BUT the way she's treated broadly in the fandom is so pervasive and so consistent and so frustrating to me that#I am in full -must protect my blorbo- mode with her at all times#-Mel's story is over so the only thing left for her to do is die-#-if Mel dies then J can get together with V and they will appreciate her for her sacrifice bc she died a hero who rejected Ambessa-#enough! enough I say!#what about proving to ambessa that she can take the throne for herself? what about the angst of defying her mother and her home country#and opposing those in Piltover who DO want war and want to raze the undercity#what about the magic that she's heavily foreshadowed to have and how it's different from hextech#and how it directly opposes but also parallels what is happening to Viktor#what about her -friends- abroad and the plot Mel was cooking through all of season 1 that has not been revealed yet#there's so much potential for her to have to confront the fact that J was slowly becoming a monster through season 1#and that she can't ignore the undercity forever#also what if whoever Ambessa says killed her brother comes after Mel too!#it is very frustrating to see Mel get dismissed as dead or evil or irredeemable or whatever when she is consistently#the most interesting person in the room in every single scene she's in and the character who shows the most conviction and change#so yeah i will take a bullet for her she is my blorbo I will despise any character who hurts her#and I would cradle her in my arms if she gave me a chance - which she would never! - but a girl can dream#however I also enjoy leaning into the idea that Mel is perceived as being a devil from the outside - Mel leans into it too when it serves#but it's in direct opposition to her ironclad values and the personality that she keeps hidden a layer down#I genuinely think that Mel will have a happy ending - or at least as happy an ending that an Arcane character can get lol#like I fully believe she will take the throne (Piltover) in the end but I can only guess at this point what that will cost her#I love putting Mel in situations but mainly to play with both how creative she can get and also how fucking far she will go to win#which is ANOTHER thing we know is probably true about Mel but has not been put on display yet#also Mel has already done a great job at separating what she wants for herself as a person from just being Ambessa's daughter#but Mel still deserves to get plenty of great therapy for that situation because OH GOD THAT CHILDHOOD FLASHBACK#also Kino is dead? maybe dead?? at least Mel fully believes he's dead so she needs therapy and hugs for that too#I am super normal about her can you tell
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eazriez · 8 months
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I will write a more comprehensive post about this but - I do not like what the Fionna and Cake finale implied by giving Betty the ending that they gave her for an entirely new reason now
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curiosityschild · 1 year
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Amphibiuary Day 17: Toad
This is Canadian Trevor, my plastic halloween toad.
Why did I name him Canadian Trevor? I’m glad you asked! Because it came to me in a dream.
Photo of my reference below the cut
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Thank you for modeling for me Canadian Trevor.
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dreamgrlarchive · 1 year
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What’s in My Skincare Train Case? 🎀
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cleansers
effaclar salicylic acid wash by la roche posay
rice wash by tatcha
pigmentclar by la roche posay
kale + green tea spinach vitamins superfood cleanser by youth to the people
toners
2% bha liquid exfoliant by paula’s choice
dark spot toner by olehenriksen
retinol fusion pm night serum by peter thomas roth
serums
buffet by the ordinary
advanced snail 96 mucin power essence by cosrx
glycolic b5 serum by la roche posay
multi action super c retinol by strivectin
capture youth matte maximizer by dior
squalane + vitamin c by biossance
alpha arbutin 2% + ha by the ordinary
15% vitamin c + clean caffeine energy serum by youth to the people
oils
ceo glow oil by sunday riley
bio-oil
dhc cleansing oil
creams
cicaplast baume b5 by la roche posay
advanced snail 92 all in one cream by cosrx
vaseline
squalane and omega repair cream by biossance
caffeine eye cream by the inkey list
relief sun spf 50+ by beauty of joseon
potent-c targeted spot brightener by peter thomas roth
tools
face razors by schick
gua sha
q-tips
extractor
disposable sponges
rose quartz roller
treatments
microfoliant by dermalogica
eradi-kate by kate somerville
supermud clearing treatment by glamglow
lip scrub
face-lift-in-a-bag by skyn iceland
aha 30% + bha 2% peeling solution by the ordinary
lip masks
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crowning-art · 2 years
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THE KING HAS RETURNED
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coquettecreations · 7 days
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It's truly strange to me; men and their weird relationship with emotions.
Why does every man that opens up to me either fall into lacking all empathy, be willing to kill and r4pe whomever they hate without a qualm and insists women are emotional, yet is constantly angry..... An emotion?.
Or believe he is special and should be praised by all women in existence and is the nicest guy and an deep thinker to rival poets, for a logic so simple that any sane women developed the empathy or the human awareness at the age of 7.
This is a rant but whatever, I'll always choose the bear, he'll never rape me, devalue me or talk my ear off about nonsense
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cream-and-tea · 1 year
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LAY ME DOWN. chapter seven excerpt. unedited. featuring: agnes taking some time to explore her new surroundings and reflect on her old ones. blasphemy. implied homophobia. religious trauma. mild injury.
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[Transcript under the cut]
hiiii! we’ve had pallas’s existential gender ponderings so it’s only fair that i post something that features much more heavily in the plot: Agnes And The Ongoing Sexuality Crisis! now go and listen to hallelujah (in your arms) by semler at least 50 times to accurately recreate the experience i had writing this chapter <3
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This isn’t the first time she’s dreamt of girls. 
Agnes considers that fact as she pulls everything out of the chest sitting at the foot of the bed (spare bedding mostly, sheets and quilts and pillowcases— multiple of each—and at least one heavy coat). They’ve never felt like that before though, clear and cold like water running over her skin, so obviously there. Most of the time she doesn’t even remember the other ones, just the feeling of them, waking up part ashamed and part euphoric (the euphoria always wore off long before the shame).
Agnes checks under the bed, then opens and closes the drawer on the end table, scoots it over to peer behind it, not really sure what she’s looking for. Secret passages maybe? Hidden traps? Something to let her know what the rules are here. 
There are, in her experience, at least three kind of rules in the world: the kind that people will tell you up front, the kind that they expect you to just know about and act surprised when you don’t, and the kind that they never say out loud but you can feel somewhere in your bones must be followed at all costs (We don’t talk about how Agnes sees ghosts and we don’t talk about how Agnes thinks about girls both fall into this category). Normally it takes her way too long to figure out which are which, she can’t afford to do that here where everything is already so confusing. 
Pallas would probably know all the rules, if she can find them, if they don’t make her brain explode when she does. Pallas had seemed to know everything about whatever this place is. What would they think of the girl in her dreams? They’re a weird and very sharp sort of person, she thinks, not really anything in particular at all. A why more than a what. If they weren’t definitely going to murder her if she looked at them wrong she would ask about that. 
There’s nothing in the desk but pencils, pens and a stack of notebooks. There’s nothing under the rug or behind the dresser filled with clothes that all look her size. The bookshelf is half full of titles she doesn’t recognize. She’s too weak to climb up to and push aside the strange painting of a human-faced deer full of arrows that hangs over the fireplace. When she limps her way to the bathroom the tub is still full and stagnant from when she filled it the night before but her clothes have mysteriously vanished from their crumpled pile on the floor. 
Agnes sways, then sits on the edge of the bathtub to appease her screaming ankle. She swings one leg into the water, hoping that will somehow help the pain, presses the heels of her hands into her eyes. “Okay. Okay okay okay.”
Things she knows: This is a library in a forest a long time after libraries stopped being something people thought about (her mother is dead). This library is supposedly full of people like her and people like Pallas (her Papá is gone). It’s going to teach her about what she is (her mother is dead). It’s not going to be easy (her mother is dead). She shouldn’t tell anyone her name (her mother is dead). The Library is supposed to save the world. (her Papá is gone). There are doors in trees that lead to tunnels that lead to here and things that look like dogs but aren’t and people that can bend blood and flesh and a Director who’s office sits in the void with a sword hanging above it in suspended animation (her Papá is gone and her mother is dead her Papá is gone and her mother is dead but somehow she is alive alive alive).
Things she doesn’t know: How exactly The Library is going to save the world. What The Library knows about the men in white. Where the men in white could have taken Papá. How these people can teach her about ghosts. How this place stands untouched in a forest that consumes everything around it. Why the girl in her dreams was asking her to find her. Whether or not there will be people her age here. Why the dogs and the Director and the librarian remind her of what the men in white did to her mother. Where her clothes went. If she’ll ever see Pallas again or if they’ve left her for good. If God hates her or not. Why there’s a sword in the Directors office. If there’s a place she can get food. If there’s any point to the deer painting or if it’s there just to creep her out. 
The closest thing they’d had to art on the walls back home was a wood-burned etching of the Virgin Mary that sat propped on a shelf above the kitchen table. Papá had made it for Mother for some anniversary and it really was very beautiful, dark line’s swirling across polished cedar. Her mother loved it and Agnes loved it too, there was something mesmerising about how the natural whorls and grain of the wood mixed with scratchy charcoal dark swirls. She’d liked the way the Mother of Gods eyes were ever so slightly downcast, as if she wanted to look at you but couldn’t quite bring herself to. Agnes could relate to that. And then one night when she was thirteen and everything seemed awful forever she’d gone to bed late after too little time spent with Mother and too much time wandering with the ghosts and dreamt that the carving had come alive. 
Mary had still been the colour of wood in the dream, but soft to the touch, human and wrapped in flowing fabric. Agnes had been standing barefoot and bareshouldered in the middle of the kitchen and Mary had knelt in front of her very very close and Agnes had used to clumsy hands to move the veil from her hair and the Blessed Virgin's hair had come loose around her face and she’d put her carvedgirl hands on either side of Agnes’s face. 
Then Mary had said nos diligimus, quoniam ipse prior dilexit nos and put her lips close to Agnes’s and Agnes had woken up screaming like someone had doused her with boiling oil. 
This, obviously, woke her parents, but she’d been too sick with horror and shame to lie so instead had sobbed out everything into Papá’s shoulder. Then Mother had begun to talk in the high and strung out way that there was something very, very wrong and Papá had sent her to sit on the steps outside in the gnawing February air where she’d pressed her hands to her ears and her snot-streaked face to her knees, trying to block out the sound inside while a dead woman and her barely-there son had pressed to either side of her, trying to be comforting but really only making her colder.
She felt about the same then as she does now, half-awake and shuddery and like she could make one wrong move and the world would collapse in screaming fire around her, well-worn prayers buoying in her heavy head, bits of wood carried along by a torrent of floodwater.
Oh Lord, what’s happening to me.
Oh Lord, why why why why why.
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comrademonkee · 2 months
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every time i see a photo of peter where his hands are in shot i think his nails should be painted and im disappointed when they're not 😔
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gatorasmus · 9 months
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