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Seychelles
Beach time | Seychelles (by Walter Quirtmair)
{ ☢ } She couldn’t help but grin, laughing lightly. The joke was actually pretty good, and the laugh definitely proved it. Plus, Bonnie hasn’t heard any of the good jokes of the future.
“Cheetahs, that’s pretty good! Did ya make that one up?”
Bonnie was possibly waiting for another. She never took the hint that someone wanted to be left alone. As long as someone said it, then she would do it. But at the moment, Bonnie assumed the guy wanted to talk to her, also considering she liked talking to people. Even those that might be considered ‘boring.’
“Well damn, Daddy-o. Maybe it’s my turn for a joke.”
Matt was taken aback by her laughter. Did she think it was funny? He considered it another lame Dad Joke. But whatever.
"My dad used to tell it. It's the only one I could come up with off the top of my head."
He shifted from one foot to the other at her suggestion. He couldn't just tell her to buzz off. He wasn't that much of a jerk.
"It's your call."
Xander nodded his head. He’d never been to anyone’s house— well… he has, just for different purposes. He’s never made friends before— not that he had considered the blonde a friend yet. She was friendly… But he was more interested in observing her.
"Sounds wonderful."
He smiled, listening to the onslaught of dinner possibilities. Oh, wow. He didn’t know any of those, really. Were they native or foreign? What was the origin of those meals? Perhaps studying food should be worked on.
“I don’t know any of those, but they all sound delicious. I’ve never eaten seafood before.”
Not earth seafood, anyway. He ate plenty of food on his home planet— and on other planets. His home planet often ate raw foods that didn’t require to be cooked before eating. Slug-like creatures which tasted like various different things.
Tonarine's red eyes widened.
"Are you serious?!"
Seafood was definitely a Seychellois staple, and one of Tonarine's favourites. She'd thought everyone had it before... There was obviously a lot to learn.
"That's quite all right. Not many people know about The Seychelles. It's a small country, but it's very beautiful. And our food is delicious, too. But I'm originally from Madagascar... Oh, sorry! I'm rambling.
Anyway, the fish market is close to my home. I can show you which seafood there is, and you can pick the one you like most, and that's what we'll have for dinner, all right?"
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Roleplay Starters & Prompts
❂ -- It's incredibly hot outside and my muse is trying to persuade yours to go swimming together.
☁︎ -- A dream (or nightmare) about your muse.
❆ -- It's snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.
☯ -- My muse meets yours in a tranquil setting.
✆ -- A text message from my muse.
◎ -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.
☂ -- My muse encounters yours just as it starts to rain.
✑ -- Something my muse has written about your muse. ( Could be a letter, drawing, etc. )
↭ -- My muse is lost and stops to ask your muse for directions.
⌖ -- My muse's reaction to accidentally shooting your muse.
◌ -- Some of my muse's thoughts about your muse.
☉ -- My muse is undressing when your muse accidentally walks into the room.
✬ -- My muse conveys one of their wishes to you.
¤ -- In some turn of events, your muse ends up staying with mine.
❅ -- Our muses are trying to warm up after spending a day outside in the snow.
♪ -- My muse walks in on your muse singing to themselves.
❊ -- My muse gives yours some flowers.
❁ -- My muse's reaction to receiving a rose from your muse.
✧ -- A kiss from my muse to yours.
◎ -- My muse's reaction to being kissed by yours.
♡ -- A romantic gift from my muse.
Of course he said yes! He had the chance to study this cute little blonde girl. That sounded creepy, but he did enjoy learning more and more about human interaction— and the best way was to interact with them himself.
He smiled gently and then paid the cashier for his items. He didn’t care much for the cashier. Human jobs were… boring and monotonous. He never studied anyone working just to study them working.
"Where should we be headed then? What should we eat? What are you cooking?"
It wouldn’t be bad to get a proper meal in him for once, especially if he wasn’t the one cooking it.
Tonarine headed towards the exit as she listened to him talk. He sure asks a lot of questions.
"We're going to my home, of course! It's not too far from here. About a block or so? That's what Father said..."
She looked up, trying to remember the exact words. It was pointless. She shook her head and continued answering his questions as they stepped onto the street.
"I was thinking of maybe... Coconut Curry? Or Caris Masala? Or Giant Crab Soup... What sounds good to you? Of course, no matter what, we'd have to stop at the fish market on the way home..."
Tonarine grinned at the mention of food. She loved cooking. It brought her back to the time she spent with her mother, who was long gone now. Where she was, what she was doing... It was all a mystery. The only connection were the recipes she shared with her. It reminded her of the Seychelles, too. Of course, she couldn't get all the chillies and fresh fish she was used to. It was something, though. And ten times better than the take-away food her father always ordered when he was up late at night writing a story for the newspaper.
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Xander was very very very adamant about not cooking. He hated it. It was so much effort and so much money and so much time! He knew humans liked cooking, that was for sure. Food was literally a luxury the way he saw it. If he could sustain himself for years on this soylent drink, there was literally no reason for food. The alien tilted his head, his sleek hair disheveling slightly as he did so. “Is that normal?” He asked— Oh shit. Well, that was strange. “I-I me-an… Mean… Ye-ess…” And that was even weirder. This was not going well. All he could do was stare at her, wide-eyed. Horrified at his own slip up. Damn.
Yes? He actually said yes? Tonarine grinned. She hadn't expected him to actually agree! She could completely overlook his stutter now. It was the words that were important in this case.
"Great!"
She locked eyes with the cashier, who was obviously beginning to get very annoyed with the two meandering around in line.
"Uh, you should probably pay before he decides to kick us out."
Tonarine couldn't contain her excitement. Never mind the fact that she had only met this boy a few minutes ago and she was never taught anything about stranger danger. She was going to be making a new friend! How exciting!
{ ☢ } Bonnie knew nothing of the dilemma that the other seemed to be having. Right now, she was just chatting up another in an attempt for friendship and entertainment. She wasn’t sure which one would take over yet.
She raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips in an effort to silently tell him that he probably was good at telling jokes, and that he was just being a mean liar right now.
Hearing the beginning part, Bonnie rested one index finger on her chin to think. She blinked once before finally caving in. “Why is there no gambling in Africa?”
Matt mimicked the woman's movements, and placed his hands on his hips.
"Because there are only cheetahs!"
Matt smiled a bit, remembering the good times he used to have with his father. The joke was stupid, but it was the only one he knew. Maybe this girl would get the idea that he wasn't exactly the most inviting individual. Then she'd stop bothering him. His face immediately returned to its usual bored state.
"That's the only one I've got."
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{ ☢ } She tilted her head slightly to the side, wondering what he was doing with his face. But Bonnie said nothing of it, only smiling towards the taller male.
”Righto, man. Righto. You’re not a blind wet rag after all, Daddy-o.”
Bonnie brought her hands and rested them inside her sweater pockets, nuzzling her fingers inside. She had no idea what to do with her hands, and it was more of a relaxation thing rather than anything.
“You don’t seem much of a joker. More like a Serious Sandy or somethin’.” Bonnie snickered. “Why don’t you crack a joke for me?”
Matt felt himself freeze up at her remark. Oh, no. He couldn't get too comfortable now with someone he'd just met, much less a girl. And... crack a joke? What kind of joke?
"I'm not really all that good with jokes, to be honest..."
His looked up, trying to remember the one his father used to tell to him when he was a little kid.
"How about... Why is there no gambling in Africa?"