#greyworld

[tickfleato]

i made her smooth

[perspexto]

The Timeless Charm of a Simple Grey and Black Combination

If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be? I remember the first time I discovered the perfect outfit that resonated with my soul. It was a simple grey t-shirt paired with black stretch jogger pants. Pic Source: gossby.com Little did I know that this combination would become my daily sanctuary, expressing sentiments and bringing fun into my life. As I slipped…

[lookingforthesilverstars]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Original Characters Additional Tags: Sheev Palpatine is a Creep, Hurt Anakin Skywalker, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, Slavery, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Stripper sees 12yo Anakin in a bar and thinks the new Chancellor is a pedophile, Padawan Anakin Skywalker, Dai Bendu Language (Star Wars), Tatooine Slave Culture & Customs (Star Wars), highly irregular updates, like seriously, How Do I Tag, Bars and Pubs, Constructive Criticism Welcome, Not Beta Read, Self-Harm, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, But better safe than sorry I guess, pls tell me what to do better, but it's barely there, only slightly hinted at Summary:

After Chancellor Palpatine takes young Anakin out into a bar on the lower levels of Coruscant and shows him the slavery happening right under the nose of the Jedi Council, Anakin's trust in the Jedi and his own Master is shaken and he decides to take matters into his own hands. the Jedi and the Senate are both clearly useless.

But things are not as they seem and Obi-Wan and Anakin soon learn that it takes more to overcome your past than a few meditation hours and some tinkering.

[toropiski]

362. poetic pearl - harmaa - harmaa päivä, harmaa villa, 'harmaa on maailmain...' 🩶

362. poetic pearl - grey - grey day, grey wool, grey grey, L'Amour est 🩶

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#362poeticpearl #grey #greyberet #greywool #greyworld #harmaavilla #harmaa🩶🐭

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[independence1776]

Weekly Kudos Thanks

Thank you to B3d3tw3rds, NadineTook, indygirl96, RSeamonster, hostile_invasion, GreyWorlds, BandagedHatrack, Sabine1894, SparkleShipper, and four anons for leaving kudos on my fics last week.

[adviceontheedge]

Advice on the Edge, Episode One

Note: The following opinions are from fictional characters, and neither they nor I bear any responsibility for the authenticity, accuracy, or intention of claims and counsel. In fact, I advise you totally ignore their advice and use your own best judgment.

This week’s contributors are Mariot (from Legacy of Seconds), Franklin (from Odin’s Tillit), Time Sneak (from Time Sneak: Emergence), and Raf (from Terraform Charlie).

The question is from Becky (thank you, Becky):

Should I dress provocatively or conservatively on a first date?

Mariot Ghan elegantly moves a strand of red hair from her cyclops and runs her hands down her chest to her waist. She then eyeballs me like I’m a three-layer cake she is about to devour before speaking.

“You have to ask yourself, Becky, do you want to get laid or not? As for me, I dress however I want, and whether I wear a low-cut blouse or a potato sack, that guy will want to bang me until next Tuesday, if he should be so lucky. But then again, I am the hottest and most desired woman on the planet. Now, chances are you don’t have my amazing body, ginger awesomeness, and skin to die for but do use your assets to their maximum potential. Or, alternatively, get him in a dark and quiet place and grab him by the junk; he will come around.”

“Ah, thanks for that, Mariot, or “Riot,” as your friends call you.”

Please note: Riot is insatiable and a clone.

Franklin Daring wipes the sweat off his bulbous balding head and chimes in:

“Oh, toot, toot! I both love and hate this question, Brandy! Honestly, I don’t give a shit. Well, maybe I do. I remember a first date with this fine southern gal named Sue. She reminded me of my mother but with my cousin Randy’s peach fuzz. Her upper lip stayed white from the milk she was drinking for far too long, but no biggie, for I couldn’t keep my eyes off her tremendous rack, toot, toot. I’ve always been a tits guy, so be “daring,” I say, for I am Franklin Daring by name, daring by nature.”

“You certainly are daring, Franklin (looking away eye roll).”

Note: I’ve learned to appease Franklin, for if he senses you don’t like him, he may gut you like a pig.

“By the way, Franklin, whatever happened to Becky?”

“She married my cousin Randy. They met and fell in love at a family reunion, toot, toot.”

Say what you will about the Darings; they are a tight-knit family.

“How about you, Raf?”

The enormous white raven jumped from side to side on his limb, then sat motionless, clearly pondering the question.

“What the awwhhk is first date?!”

“Basically, the first encounter with another to see if they might be a good mate.”

“Mate, mate! Ravens, no clokes, no clokes!”

“Yes, you are right, of course, Raf. However, I will pose the question differently. Should a raven do anything special to attract a mate?”

“We uck in flight, uck in flight, so best she can fly!”

“Ah, okay.”

“Raf horny now, must go.”

Raf winged off before I could say goodbye.

Time Sneak arrived today, animating the body of Donald Trump.

“Fake tits, that’s all we have to say.”

“Oh, come now, Lord of the Greyworld Faces, surely you can do better than that for Becky?”

Agitated, the depends-able, orange-topped septuagenarian morphed into a cloud, with fylfots mostly disguising a cold black sinister snake eye.

“Becky, another useless human,” came the words into my brain, which was the manner of the fifth-dimension entity’s communication to mere mortals in his original form.

“You say that about everyone, your highness.”

The cutting edge of a swastika grazed my neck, and I swallowed hard.

“In our realm, we don’t date; we take.”

“Kind of takes the fun and romance out of it, doesn’t it?”

A finger of cloud knocked my cap off.

“Fun is incorporating the essence of a being and giving it meaning, a meaning that far surpasses anything a bag of flesh and blood and bone might otherwise attain.”

“With all due respect, I don’t think your advice will help Becky.”

“Perhaps, not, but it doesn’t matter, for my friend, Clutch, already invited her to play.”

Oh, shit.

Becky, if you’re still out there and haven’t been possessed by a one-eyed, hideous being, I advise you to dress however you want. Be confident, for that, and intelligence are truly sexy.

[photographydamian]

Aktau in the early morning.

[vampsbian]

“do you know what it says?”

“no.”

character on the left belongs to @pressedblossoms

[cruellatmon-blog]

🌫️ #greyworld 📷 @fot.tynka #nostalgic #ootdmen #polishboy #polishtailor #altboy #blackandwhite #river #longhairedboy #longhairedmen #alternatywnie #styleblogger #fashionblogger #maleootd #malefashion (w: Warsaw, Poland) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrVRPadnV7W/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qilx47ea48gh

[tickfleato]

fishraptors

[barbygfaba]

From The (very) Good Boi to the Grey World #TheGoodBoi #BarbyGFaba #GarnetRound #FuckYou #IAmStrong #MyColorWorld #Steampunk #Robot #Gears #Androide #GreyWorld #ATouchOfColor #Doodle #Retrofuturism #GB #8418 #8april2018 #Drawing #Art #Aquarelles #Watercolor #Ronda

[ellasgedankenkarussell]

Grey world

Grey world

Grey town

Grey people

It’s all grey around

Everywhere are there grey faces

Empty faces

Empty places

Everybody needs some space

Some space?

Why do we need some space

With our grey faces

And empty faces?

Nobody laughs anymore

Nobody loves anymore

Nobody is happy anymore

We want more

More?

Why do we need more?

What do we need more?

Who do we need more?

Nothing is ever enough

We want more stuff

But it’s not enough

We need more stuff

Our hearts are broken again

Everyday it breaks in the rain

But nobody sees the broken hearts

Private parts

Mommy said once

You have to shine

Because nothing lasts forever

Whatever

Friendships break up

And we give up

Their feelings aren’t important

Because we are people

With grey faces

Empty places

Empty faces

Empty hearts

We are selfish

Thinking about us all day

But one day we will wake up

And see the world with different eyes

But we are still people

With plastic smiles

- Ella

[scribbles-and-stories]

Can’t believe I only had short hair for a few days and I have now put in my clip in extentions. #beauty #makeup #love #fashionhappy #popofcolour #red #lipstick #matte #blog #blogger #happy #cute #cutecolour #wonderfulworld #newpost #lovelovelove #redlips #greyworld #fashion #fashionblogger #cuteclothes #cutemakeup #lipmakeup #imtrying #newpost (at Cardiff) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8d03MYAelk/?igshid=5ittt2ujy7q0

[photographydamian]

The city was created at the end of the 1950s because of its importance for the nuclear industry as a "closed city". From 1964 to 1991, the city was called Shevchenko (named after the Ukrainian poet of the 19th century). Century Taras Shevchenko, who lived in the nearby Novopetrovskoye, today Fort Shevchenko, in exile).

[vampsbian]

new dnd character that im very excited to play! 

ko-fi | commissions

[localviking-blog1]

Grey world in the end of the city.