#but lovely

[thatartiststudios]

Since I've been feeling particularly generous lately, here's a snippet of another upcoming fic based on this headcanon by @mandaloriandragontrainer

As the sun cast its golden hues across the sky, illuminating the balcony with its warm glow, Callum stood there, his gaze fixed on the horizon, lost in thought. Rayla approached him, her footsteps silent. She wrapped her arm around his, feeling the strength in his grip as he held her hand.

“Morning, love,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender, a familiar greeting that echoed through the countless mornings they had shared together.

Callum turned to her, his eyes reflecting the colors of dawn as he pressed a gentle kiss to her hair. “Morning,” he replied, his voice carrying a weight she couldn't quite place.

“Enjoying the sunrise?” Rayla asked, her tone light, though a hint of concern lingered beneath the surface.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the distant sounds of birds greeting the new day. Callum's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his expression pensive. Then, with a quiet intensity, he spoke, his words barely above a whisper.

“It's my last,” he confessed, his voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and acceptance.

Rayla's heart skipped a beat, her grip tightening on his arm as she searched his face for any sign of reassurance. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, her mind racing with a thousand questions and fears.

He turned to her, a gentle smile gracing his lips, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and acceptance. “It's almost time, Ray,” he murmured softly.

Rayla's heart clenched in denial. “No,” she protested, her voice trembling with emotion, “don't go,” she pleaded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

But Callum's smile remained tender, almost serene, as he reached out to caress her cheek, wiping away her tears with a gentle touch. “I have to, love,” he whispered, his voice steady yet filled with love, “but I'll still be with you, always.” His reassurance offered her a flicker of comfort, but the weight of impending loss hung heavily in the air.

Rayla's lip trembled, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words. “Callum...” she choked out, her heart breaking with the impending farewell.

[rottedbrainz]

Two types of Wally fanart

LMAO I WANTED TO BUST OUT LAUGHING WHEN I SAW THESE POP UP IN MY FEED AT THE SAMETIME!!!

Anyway @xx-sketchy-xx and @michaelstarman both of your art is absolutely amazing and I hope something like this happens again! :)

[sparkles-and-trash]

Watching Parks and Rec again and realizing Ben and Leslie were both at least mid thirties when they met is kinda crazy

[the-greatest-8]

"This is a child," They state, with their eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, "you have brought me a small child."

Now, I have never claimed to be the smartest tool in the toolshed- However, I begin to feel as though there was a misunderstanding. "..Yes?" I answer, and watch as their eye twitches. I ponder if perhaps, by chance, they did not want this child. Surely that must be it. I glance at the child I acquired.

The child in question peers up at me from their resting place, which is my foot. They have wrapped their little arms and legs tightly around my leg, and have refused to release it. I wonder if they have also come to the conclusion they were the wrong child too.

I look back up at my.. employer? Friend..? ..The person of whom I have collected a child for, and watch as they stuff their face into their hands while letting out a choked laugh(?). I feel my own face scrunch in confusion, I could have sworn they were upset. Maybe they simply were surprised at how well I did? Yes, I decide, they were just expecting me to take longer.

I smile, remove the child from my leg, and gently place them in my.. persons chair. I pat the kids head and start to leave, ignoring the spluttering behind me. Strange, I think, it almost sounded like they were telling me to 'Wait' and 'That is not what I MEANT.' I ignore it, and enjoy the dopamine from a job well done.

[zr3009]

My Song for You

Close to me~

Close to me~

[skarsgards-bill]

Andrew Garfield talks to Elmo about grief and the passing of his mother

[daily-spooky]

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

staff: our april fools joke this year is a silly feature that doesn't really do anything but give you a button to boop other users! they have to opt-in first though :)

me:

[sunsbleeding]

[delsincloud]

[bearrverine]

me and gang at the haunted house

[heckyeahponyscans]

I watched the "hyper realistic" version of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" on Youtube and I was not ready for the utter lack of emotions from the CGI animals.

Nala looking concerned about Simba hiding something about his past, a comparison:

Also, in the CGI version this song called "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" does not take place at night.

[twinliches]

i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.

this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.

anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:

[marisatomay]

This Pride I hope that all of you never ever forget that no amount of sanitizing your sex life or sanding down of your LGBT edges will make bigots accept you. So, don’t debase yourself by capitulating an inch to them, especially in ways that throw your fellow community members under the bus.

[catcrumb]