Nov 23, 2022
⬆️⬆️Beginnings of the altar to Icarus, aka my baby blob.
How it’s going now.⬇️⬇️
I’ve just given him a tea bag, a cocoa mix packet, and sugar packets. Is it getting out of hand??
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⬆️⬆️Beginnings of the altar to Icarus, aka my baby blob.
How it’s going now.⬇️⬇️
I’ve just given him a tea bag, a cocoa mix packet, and sugar packets. Is it getting out of hand??
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♡ ¿Quiénes son esas personas? ¿Las conoces?
traga saliva al observar el cuadro, cuatro jovencitos que habían recorrido demasiado juntos para ahora estar en caminos separados. rostros que no había visto en años, tampoco conocía de la existencia de esa fotografía. ‘ las... las conozco. ’ vuelve a dejar retrato en la mesa, sólo que esta vez hacia abajo. no tenía corazón para verla por mucho tiempo. ‘ esos niños se fueron lejos hace mucho tiempo. ’ // @moltrvs @softcvndy
actually.....this is cute
Orange Bat~
Happy Halloween 2020!
Candy.
Asking people what their favorite candy is amazing. Even though I don’t enjoy socializing that much, I enjoy it -w- ! Happy Halloween to all -w-
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backstage always smelled like hairspray and nerves, and tonight it skewed heavily toward the former. the nerves lingered, thin and sharp, clinging to the air like they’d been held too long in the lungs. a metallic edge cut through the sweetness of perfume and deodorant, adrenaline warming skin beneath sequins and stage makeup, electricity humming just under the noise. the popstar sat perched on a black road case, one heel kicked off and dangling from her toes, phone balanced in her hand as she skimmed through tagged posts that had multiplied faster than she could refresh. another sold-out show. another city screaming her name like it meant something sacred. she smiled at her own reflection in the dark screen, lips still glossy — always glossy — cheeks warm from stage lights.
it was only when she looked up that she noticed someone standing too still for a place that buzzed like this. crew members rushed past with headsets and clipboards, dancers laughed too loudly nearby, and yet there they were, unmoving, like they hadn’t gotten the memo that momentum was mandatory backstage. her curiosity sparked, shallow but bright. candy tilted her head, studying them with the casual entitlement of someone used to being looked at, not doing the looking. “hi,” she said, voice light and sweet, already assuming she was about to be adored. “you look very lost,” ⸻ “or very important. did lauren send you to come find me?” she waited, chin tipped just enough to catch the light, half-expecting them to scramble for an explanation. in her world, people always did. @hvneysvckled !
yes, the rumors are true: candy has the most perfect tits in the entire world. pass it on.