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hauntedbystorytelling · 6 months
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Anonyme. Dahlia, France, vers 1920. Plaque autochrome | src galerie src lumiere des roses at paris photo 2023 (9.11.23 - 12-11-23)
A l'occasion de Paris Photo 2023 qui se tiendra au Grand Palais Ephémère du 9 au 12 novembre 2023, nous célébrerons le cent-vingtième anniversaire de la naissance du procédé autochrome. lumiere des roses
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I recreated flor de asfalto by Elena Climent and omFG WHY DOES MY PHONE ABSOLUTELY MURDER THE QUALITY- it looks better irl guys I swear
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itskeisy · 7 months
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make a mood board with...
your fav celeb, fav quote, a cute outfit,
your fav drink, your fav color, your fav place
your fav hobby, your fav flowers, & your fav book!
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I was tag by @thesweetnessofspring <3
tagging: @jenniferiawrence @b-boop5 @thesmileykate @distractionsfromthefood @mega-aulover no pressure, have fun!!
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It’s worth it.
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0erpro · 8 months
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Flwoer seires 17/19
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Koko looks so happy with his Flor de Maga inspired outfit!
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Sketch below!
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junkheadalicechains · 2 years
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metablee · 1 year
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kimcrail · 1 year
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meunomeeestrela · 2 years
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airlik · 2 years
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Dicen que en el mundo hay una alma gemela de cada persona... No se, si la mía exista
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cmdvf · 10 months
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🔴 DC 0003 - Serie Criaturas - Dibujo Digital Técnica Mixta / Desenho Digital Mídia Mista / Digital Drawing Mixed Media
By me
#CarlosDeVasconcelos #CMDVF
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dreamgrlarchive · 6 months
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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Spring
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since i won’t be active on tumblr when next spring comes around, and i’ve done 3/4 seasons, i felt it was appropriate to go ahead and finish the series! if you find yourself inspired by my aesthetic/looks, you can absolutely use this as a guide for the next primavera season! 🐇
what’s the look this spring?
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my personal forecast for fashion spring ‘24 is “pink pilates bimbo” for sure. the renewal of spring is the time for a wellness reset. so i’ll be engaging in a physical activity but i’ll still be in barbie attire. pink athleisure pieces with super girly additions is my predicted aesthetic. 🎀
first and foremost…
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let’s talk about what spring symbolizes: renewal, cleansing, and restarting. that makes itself apparent in the seasons colors; the darkness of winter transitions to the soft pastels of spring.
preparation
start spring cleaning and prepping for seasonal allergies. stock up on in season fruits to keep in the house. take up outside activities like biking, outdoor yoga, and jogging. buy new fragrances. prep your skin and hair for the overtime humidity.
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essentials
pretty umbrella
allergy meds/quarterly check up
new water bottle/tumbler
fresh and clean candles + home fragrances
matcha and jade citrus tea
humidifier
neti pot
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clothes and accessories
pink athleisure. the lululemon strawberry milkshake jacket is a must! (or a dupe if you’re on budget)
foldover yoga pants
bedazzled pieces
pastel colored pieces
cute mini bags
victoria’s secret totes
tennis skirts
sheer + lacey tops
florals for spring? groundbreaking.
glitter + sequins
satin dresses
lace up sandals
hunter boots
coach baguettes
victoria’s secret co-ords, leggings and sweaters
ballet flats
ugg slippers + fluff sandals
cute gym shoes with pink/sparkly details
lace up pieces
baby blue is a staple color for spring
ruffle trims
warm materials + revealing cuts
“pastry princess” looks inspired by sweets and dessertz
cropped baby tees
stripper heelz
diamond jewelry
body jewelry + belly chainz
sparkly hair clips and headbands
butterfly aesthetics
ribbons and bows
ostrich feathers
sparkly keychains and wristlets
bodysuits + heels combo
statement jewelry like hello kitty, fruit or desserts
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beauty
pretty eye pigments (try mac, huda or iconic london)
vibrant pinks
warm bronzer
glitter gloss
translucent glosses in pink and orange
charlotte tilbury flawless filter
nars super orgasm blush
morphe 8r complexion palette
morphe nikita palette
natasha denona diamond & glow (favvv)
a bunch of clear glosses
fenty diamond bomb
fenty fussy gloss bomb
urban decay moondust shadows
cake beauty products
joseon spf 50
bright and/or floral fragrances (gucci flora gorgeous gardenia, jimmy choo illicit flower, carolina herrera good girl blush, juliette has a gun collection, yves saint laurent mon paris intensement, marc jacobs daisy fragrances)
victoria’s secret love spell + warm and cozy + la crème fragrances
sol de janeiro body mists
body shimmer (fenty beauty or bath and body works)
sweet body butters
sol de janeiro beija flor
exfoliating gloves
juicy sheet masks
cetaphil moisturizing cream
native candy shop collection
victoria’s secret tease + eau so sexy
5 blade razors and post shave oil
cute mirrors to keep in my purses
glitter nails
lavenders and pinks
protein treatments for moisture overload
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anon-402 · 6 months
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All 'Dia de Los Muertos' references in today's QSMP event
I’ve seen it in Xitter but not yet in Tumblr, so I’m gonna go and translate each Egg’s book with the references to the deities that are mention within.
(English is not my first language. Sorry for any typo or grammar mistake).
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For Tilin:
Tilin, my girl, I’m sorry you couldn’t enjoy the life it was expected for you, but don’t be afraid you will be with mom at Chichihualcuauhco[1] where I will take care of you. I won’t let anything hurt my helpless girl until you have the opportunity to be reborn again, you didn’t deserve to join the Gods in the underworld. - Tezcatlipoca[2]
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For Bobby:
My little Bobby, you have proven to own dignity and courage to fight for what is right, As a result of this, I’ve invited you to my kingdom  Tonatiuhichan[3], where at my side, you and other warriors will sing about their deeds and will dance until midnight, so you can enjoy forever the sunset that you adore so much. - Tonaituh[4]
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For Juana:
Juana, it’s an honor for me and my wife Mictecachihuatl[5] to have you join us in the Mictlan[6]. Even though your dead was an accident, you may enjoy the journey that is our kingdom. You treated nature with respect in your life, so our dogs are excited to meet you at last. You will join us in the infinity of the universe forever. - Mictlantecuhtli [7]
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For Trump:
Oh Trump, I’m sorry that my currents took you to this destiny, but to compensate I will invite you to Tlalocan[8], where you may join us in our celebration without end, and you may eat all the corn, amaranth, pumpkin, tomato and chile you want. In my kingdom, I promise you there’s no suffering and you will never be alone. - Tlaloc [9]
Now for all the little references:
[1] Chichihualcuauhco:
Afterlife in which children who died young or in childbirth are sent and fed from the “wet-nurse tree” (You can’t see it in the photo, but there was a tree in Tilin’s altar). Souls here wait for their next opportunity to be reborn.
[2] Tezcatlipoca:
He’s one of the four creator gods of the universe. I’m not an expert on Aztec mythology and I wasn’t really into Tilin’s lore, so I’m kinda uncertain as to why he was the one to write to them or how are they connected.
[3] Tonatiuhichan:
One of the afterlife paradises, where the soul of warries who died in battle go. It was believed that warriors could go back to their homes (land of the living) as hummingbirds. (Fun fact: Woman who died at childbirth would be given the same rank as the warriors who died in battle and would be sent to a similar place called Cihuatlampa!)  
[4] Tonatiuh:
God of the sun (who runs Tonatiuhichan), who most believed was the creator of the Flor of Cempasúchil.
[5] Mictecachihuatl:
Lady of the Dead, Mictlantecuhtli’s consort. She guards the bones of the dead. (Fun Fact: In Oaxaca, is known as Matlacihua, and is said to punish womanizing and drunken men who walk late at night. Kinda funny considering Mariana and Slime’s interactions lmao.)
[6] Mictlan:
The underworld. Most people who die travel to Mictlan. To travel to the kingdom, you have to go through nine levels, which kinda needs dogs to carry the dead across the river. Same reason as to why Juana is sent dogs. (Fun fact: Depending in the color of the dog, they would act different. Yellow ones would just carry the soul, white ones would refuse cause they just washed themselves, and black dogs would refuse cause they just swum the river.)
[7] Mictlantecuhtli:
Lord of the Dead, king of Mictlan. There’s nothing much to say about him; he just simply tried to maintain order in the kingdom and was kinda of an asshole to other gods. There’s a whole myth about other Gods wanting to repopulate Earth, and him going ‘Nuh uh’ until Quetzalcóatl gets tired of him and steals the human bones from Mictlan lol.
[8] Tlalocan:
The afterlife of the Nectar. Better known as the water paradise, where those who died through drowning (or anything associated with rain for that matter) go. I read somewhere that there’s a theory of Trump dying because he drown in his own tears, so that’s why he was invited by Tlaloc.
[9] Tlaloc:
The God of rain, associated as the giver of life. The flower Tagetes Lucida are kind of like the Cempasúchil, and are his symbol.
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mochinomnoms · 7 months
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A Floral Inconvenience
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You came into Twisted Wonderland with nothing but the clothes on your back, a literally fiery cat, and an immune system not conditioned to handle the foreign antibodies in the air, earth, or water. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t caught some sort of incurable disease, probably because most diseases here required magical output to survive, like plants and water. You weren’t immune to your own feelings though, and magical disease and illnesses have a funny way of adapting themselves to their potential host. It was then that you found yourself prepared for springtime hay fever and allergies, after all pollen was pollen no matter where you were at. What was unexpected, and thus not prepared for, was the disease known as hanahaki, or the flower sickness. Long ago, there existed a family of mages that lived in a small mountain village deep within a jungle that was established by a family of mages. The family protected their village with fantastical and magical abilities, each unique and extraordinary as generation from generation grew. One of those mages, the Flower Bride, had the ability to grow a magnificent array of flora with just the wave of her hand! Flor de mayo, jacarandas, figs and vines all made their home with the Flower Bride. She had a heart so full of feelings, love for her home, family, and her beloved, of course, that her very emotions affected how dazzling those blooms were. The Flower Bride then decided that others should be able to demonstrate their love in the same beauteous display as she did: after all, who wouldn’t want their love developing into only the most lovely blooms? As such, hanahaki was born. Some see it was a blessing, a push, an opportunity for one to confront their feelings. It’s a realization that what they’re feeling is indeed true, the type of love that can only be achieved in fairytales. Others saw it as an inconvenience: after all, sometimes it just wasn’t the right time to confess your love, or they’d be coughing up petals mid-speech, kind of annoying honestly. Yet the sickness would continue until they acknowledge their feelings, the love died down, or it became a chronic illness. Officially dubbed hanahaki by researchers in the East, the disease was also referred to as the flower sickness, being twitterpated, and sometimes even the lovesick florae by the general population. The most commonly afflicted persons fit into two categories: the positively, without a doubt, enamored sort, the twitterpated or lovesick sort of folk. Or, they were the kind to bury their feelings deep deep down and just one day die. It wasn’t unique to any singular species either. It had adapted to afflict humans, beastmen, and even merfolk. Why, not even fae were immune despite their natural immunity to magical disease. Really, it shouldn’t have been any surprise that the emotionally stunted students of Night Raven College would be prime targets for their own bout of hanahaki.
An event to christen the creation of my blog! Please feel free to request or use for your own!
Requests Close 10/20/2023
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Rules
Anyone can use this event and prompts on their own blog! Tag me in so I can read all your stories!
This event will be for TWST on my end, others are free to use for whatever they'd like!
All request will be up to 2000+ words, with a max of 3 characters per request.
Chose up one prompt for each character and indicate if you want romantic or platonic. You can also indicate if you want fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive, etc.
No NSFW for this event (on my end at least, everyone else go nuts)
Reader will default to gender-neutral unless asked otherwise
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Dialogue Prompts
“Why is your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?”
“So, I hear you've been coughing up daisies lately. Got any plans to enter the flower business?”
“You know you have it bad when you start sneezing petals every time your crush walks by. At least it's a colorful allergy!”
“I can't believe you're faking a cough just to get some attention. And you're using fake flowers for the petals? That's commitment!”
“I think the local florist is in love with me. Their shop is making a killing off my Hanahaki. Do you think they'll give me a discount?”
“You've got to stop sending secret admirer bouquets to yourself. The delivery guy is starting to think you have a dozen secret admirers.”
“I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.”
“I have a steady, loving partner. you on the other hand have a left hand and a sunflower cough.”
“Why'd I have to get a nose full of lilies? I'm allergic, this is so unfair.”
“You think with all the lavender on my head I could make my own syrup out of it?”
“No, I've been practicing my sleight of hand! Watch as I make a bouquet of tulips magically appear—ACK!”
“No, I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. Why would you even ask that?!”
“Here, your favorite flower! Hmm? Where'd I get them? Uh, I just found them, around…”
“I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”
“Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?”
“I've never heard of a flower sickness, are you talking about seasonal allergies?”
“Look, even if confessing would let me get rid of the poppies, I'd rather not. Maybe I'll just learn how to make poppy seed muffins or something.”
“Is this normal here?” “Only for the emotionally unavailable folk.” “Ah, so it is.”
“Dude, are your freckles turning into baby's breath?” “AHH!”
“Aren't lotus flowers really good for your skin? Babeeey, I'm set for life—” “NOT WHEN THEY'RE GROWING OUT OF YOUR EARS!”
“Look, I care for you and want you to get laid, but imagine all the money we'd save on tea if you kept growing chamomile from your head.”
“Blehhhg…” “You know I always knew I'd be holding your hair back as you puked your stomach out at a party, I thought it be from the alcohol though, not flowers.”
“You know, some people pay a lot of money for Hanahaki bouquets, have you considered—OW! It was just a suggestion!”
“I'm so happy that you confessed first.” “Why?” “If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.”
“Man, sunflowers have got to be the worst to be puking up.” “Nah man, it's roses and their thorns! They scrap up all up your gums, my dentist bill after was ridiculous!”
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🌸 a floral inconvenience masterlist 🌸
gardenias & peonies: silver x f!reader – #13
stargazer lilies: sebek zigvolt x f!reader – #5
dahlias; zinnias & cosmos: ruggie bucchi, trey clover, [separate] x gn!reader - #15, #1
teonanácatl mushrooms: jade leech x gn!reader - #18
lavender roses: floyd leech x gn!reader - #14
lavender: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #18
marigold: vil schoenheit, platonic!ace trappola x gn!reader - #7 & #12
blue hydrangeas: idia shroud x f!reader - #24
baby's breath & red roses: riddle rosehearts x f!reader - #14 & #19 [QUEUED]
amaryllis: lilia vanrouge x gn!reader - #1 [PENDING]
carnations: leona kingscholar x gn!reader - #18 [PENDING]
asters; purple hydrangeas: ace trappola, jamil viper [spearate] x gn!reader - #22, #24 [PENDING]
gerbera daisies: trey clover x gn!reader - #3 [PENDING]
orange poppies & water lilies: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #17 [PENDING]
sunflowers: jack howl x gn!reader - #8 [PENDING]
chrysanthemums: jamil viper x gn! reader - #1 [PENDING]
green roses: malleus draconia x gn!reader - #13 & #14 [PENDING]
pink poppies & cala lilies: jamil viper x gn!reader - #17 & #22 [PENDING]
sunflowers: leona kingscholar x f!reader - #8 [PENDING]
BONUS:
azaleas, cornflowers, & white roses: ace trappola, deuce space [poly] x gn! reader - #6, #3, & #22 [PENDING]
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roriebutlonely · 1 year
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Si pierdo la batalla contra mi salud mental
Hay días que no fueron tan malos, estar viva fue casi divertido, me enamoré más veces de lo necesario, amé con todo mi corazón, vi muchos arcoiris y muchas flores de diferentes colores, descubrí que mi color favorito es el verde y que mi flor favorita son los tulipanes, lloré con series y películas, disfruté las noches oscuras fuera de casa, con o sin alcohol en la mano, bailé, canté, creo que una gran parte de mi vida no fue tan mala si lo veo desde este punto, pero, luego de enamorarme vomité todos mis sentimientos arrodillada en el baño pidiendo ya no sentir más el vacío que me dejaron, cuándo amé con todo mi corazón solo lo volvieron pequeños pedazos, y recogerlos era como tratar de tocar vidrio y me corté las manos más de una vez tratando de reparar lo que otros rompieron, cada arcoiris que vi llegaba a su final y nubes grises llegaban a cubrir el paisaje, cada flor que descubrí tenía espinas, y me pinchaba los dedos cada que intentaba tomar una, el verde también es el color favorito de mi papá quién prefirió a una joven de veintidós años antes que a su pequeña de once, los tulipanes son por una película dónde el ser amado muere al final, las series y películas que vi solo alimentaban mis ganas de hacer cosas incorrectas, la mayoría de noches oscuras las viví sola, ya que mi madre prefería estar en el trabajo que estar con su pequeña, siempre fue así, el alcohol solo agravó mis problemas aunque por momentos me hiciera parecer que todo iba a estar bien, canté lo más fuerte posible para que mi hermana no escuchara a mis padres golpeandose en la sala junto a nuestra habitación, bailé con muchos hombres para sentirme deseada y querida por alguien, así fiera un desconocido, creo que una gran parte de mi vida fue bastante mala desde este punto.
Cuándo un día no esté quiero que recuerden lo bueno, las risas compartidas, los viajes en carretera, las graduaciones, los días de playa y los cumpleaños, todo lo que siempre me dió aunque sea 5 minutos de felicidad.
No quiero que recuerden las cosas malas, y no quiero que mis padres me vean en el ataúd, ni mis amigos, quiero que me recuerden como la chica sonriente del cabello de colores, que me recuerden "feliz".
Lamento mucho, mamá, el decepcionarte, pero no es tu culpa.
Lo siento, papá, por dejarte solo, no fue mi intención.
A mis amigos, los quise con el alma, perdón por no aceptar sus salidas, por ser tan distante, no podía evitarlo.
A mis amores, les di todo de mí, amen como amé yo.
No quiero irme, tengo miedo, pero más miedo me da seguir aquí, encerrada con mis pensamientos, sola, agotada, triste.
Nunca fui feliz. Pero muchas veces estuve estable gracias a su compañía.
Me hubiese gustado ver la persona en la que me iba a convertir a los 28 años. Me hubiese gustado formar la familia que siempre quise, una amada y feliz.
No puedo continuar, este es el fin del juego para mí.
Si pierdo la batalla, quiero que sepan, que mi vida fue un poco menos miserable gracias a ustedes.
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fragmentos-literarixs · 9 months
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Están esos días como hoy en donde me desmorono, porque dentro de mí hay dentro de mí una mezcla de tristeza y enojo producto del desamor. Están esos días más oscuros en donde la depresión me envuelve y lo único que quiero es acabar con todo. Pero también están esos días en donde me siento invencible, y siento que soy capaz de superar cualquier obstáculo que venga.
Esta es mi vida: una montaña rusa en donde constantemente estoy arriba y abajo. Sin embargo, aún en medio del dolor y la tristeza, puedo ver lo hermoso que ofrece esta vida, cosas tan simples como ver el atardecer, admirar cada flor con sus diferentes tamaños y colores, analizar las estructuras de los edificios, cantar con sentimiento esa canción con la que te identificas, o saludar los perritos de los vecinos que te reciben con alegría.
La vida también te ofrece cosas significativas, como tener esa poca cantidad de amigos leales a los cuales le puedes contar todo, tener una familia que te brinda amor (incluso si es pequeña e imperfecta), poder ayudar a una persona y ver el brillo de sus ojos en señal de agradecimiento, disfrutar los logros sin importar si son grandes o pequeños, reir por algo gracioso junto a alguien, enamorarse incluso si sabes que puedes salir lastimado, o sólo el hecho de respirar libremente cada día.
Aún puedo ver algo hermoso en medio de la tormenta, aún tengo motivos por los cuales luchar cada día aunque no sea fácil. Pero también sé que sería absurdo y aburrido que todo fuese perfecto como el mundo de Barbie, porque son el los momentos difíciles en donde aprendes, te retas y te superas como persona.
No hay nada más gratificante que la sensación de haber librado las peores batallas y saber que sigues aquí más fuerte que nunca, respirando y viviendo.
Euphoria.
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