#for lale

[snailor-bee]

Happy Birthday, Lale!

Omg!! It's @childofblackmaria 's special day!! @tardiiart and I did a collab to help celebrate with you Lale. ;w; We hope you like it!!

RayleighxF!OC / SFW / 1.5k Summary: When an old lover drifts back into her orbit, Renge can't help but get swept along. Warnings: It's a little bittersweet? There's hints of the sad. Mentions of Roger's death.

The aura at her back was familiar, a distant dream that she never forgot, no matter how long it had been. The memory felt faded with time but the moment his presence hit her, it all came rushing back, as if they'd never been apart. She recognized it instantly; bore the familiar weight that followed him everywhere, a comforting heaviness on her shoulders that even now, all these years later, was just as relaxing as when she wrapped herself in his company every day. His aura was a blanket she found safety in.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” a deep voice said with a chuckle as the sound of one of the chairs for the seated side was pulled out rang through the otherwise quiet air. It was uncharacteristically dead and her floating one-woman restaurant was bobbing gently, tied up to the docks, waiting for customers that didn’t seem likely to show up today. Not until he arrived anyway.

Renge didn’t look up from where she was stirring. “You haven’t even seen my face.” Tapping the ladle against the side and setting it down, she took a moment to compose herself before turning around.

As she suspected, he was just as breathtaking as the first time she’d ever seen him. Time hadn’t changed that, it just made him look even more inviting, how was that fair? Lines ran over his face but he looked charming and well-worn, as experienced and confident as ever, but age had given it a softer edge. Blonde hair turned a liquid silver, catching the evening sun and looking silky soft. A memory passed over her, of running her hands through his sun-warmed hair, a pleasant day at the beach without a care in the world, as if nothing could ever harm them.

Rayleigh smiled. “And now that I have, I can say you’re just as beautiful as ever.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled back all the same, feeling her spotted ears perk up as her fluffy tail gave a little happy swoosh. “You’re just saying that because our hair matches.” He chuckled but didn’t deny it.

Where it was once an ebony black, with just two strands of white that she liked to pull in front, Roger’s death had reversed that. Now her entire head was a shocking shade of white, with two long strands of black. The white was piled up in a bun as she worked but she had left the black strands down, as she liked to do.

“I see you’ve grown out your beard,” Renge mentioned, gesturing to her own chin. Ray propped an elbow up on the countertop.

“Sure have, you like it?” His voice was teasing and had a familiar dark undercurrent that shot a shiver of promise through her.

Renge turned away from his flirting so he didn’t have to see her smile grow. “Were you just coming to chat me up or did you want some food? I can make your favorite, for old time’s sake.”

“Ah, I could always eat your cookin’, kitten.”

They bantered back and forth as she cooked, the route lovely for all its familiarity. She’d missed this, missed him. They'd both changed in the years that had followed Roger’s death but they were still similar enough that with every smile and burst of laughter, Renge felt the pieces of herself that had scattered after the crew had fallen apart returning one by one. Rayleigh always made her feel like that, like whatever happened they could weather the storms together.

It was unfortunate that the one storm they couldn’t was the one that broke everything beyond repair.

Pushing away the thought, Renge instead let herself enjoy this. Enjoy the time with Rayleigh, for however long he decided to stick around. Let him work his way into her heart (not that he ever left) and bury around her love until it got too stifling and he left again. She didn’t begrudge him that or at least, not anymore. Time had worn down the anger into something resembling sadness more than anything. She’d stopped hoping every time he showed up that this time was the last time, that they could finally start living their lives together again. Now she took what he could give her and waited to see what would come about.

Renge was laughing as she handed over a plate. Rayleigh’s eyes lit up at the food piled high.

“Looks amazing!” he exclaimed with gusto before he started to dig in.

“As always,” Renge said with a smirk, leaning against the counter to watch him eat. Maybe she looked a little silly, a little lovesick just staring at him but Ray didn’t say anything besides giving her one knowing look that she didn’t look away from. “So what made you end up in a place like this?” she asked, waving her hand encompassing the empty docks around them, at the edge of some no-name small island.

Rayleigh swallowed and took a chug from the drink she’d silently clicked down along with his food. “I’d heard there was a simply delicious food place, run by a real hard-ass chef.” Renge’s yellow eyes narrowed in a glare as he laughed. “But that she was also the most stunning thing they’d ever seen so I decided to stop by, see what that was all about.”

“And?” she pressed. “How’s reality compared to your expectations?” Renge was joking, sarcasm laced through every word and she expected him to respond in kind.

“Better,” he said, very seriously. “The best thing I could ask for.”

Her heart skipped a beat and she decided to stop beating around the bush. “Was that the only thing you were looking for? Food with some good company?”

Rayleigh’s fork scrapped the plate as he finished. Wordlessly he handed over the dishes and she turned away to quickly wash them and put them away, giving them both time to consider the question.

When she came back, he shot her a wiry grin. “I was hoping to have a conversation with a pretty lady… maybe even convince her to go on a date. Though I can’t say she’d agree, old man that I am.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Since when have I ever cared about that?”

Rayleigh shrugged, nonchalantly but she didn’t let his relaxed manner fool her. “Ray,” she said with mild exasperation, “out of the two of us, sometimes I think you’re more cat-like than me, sneaking up in here whenever you want to, getting food and attention.”

He didn’t flinch but there was a level of tension she’d learned to read in the line of his shoulders.

“That being said,” she went on, “I love you, I’ll always love you. There’s a lot of things I wish were different, but at the end of the day you know I’ll be here whenever you wander in.”

Immediately his shoulders sagged with quiet relief and there was a pain in her heart at the sight. Still, his smile managed to soothe her, his eyes shining with emotion. “What’d I ever do to deserve a girl like you, huh?” His voice was shaky with emotion.

Renge swallowed against the lump in her throat and blinked away the burning at her eyes. “Not enough,” she quipped back. Laughing at herself, at them, she started untying the strings to her apron. “But you can make it up to me, let me close up and we can go.”

She set about quickly, Ray helping hand her the few barstools so she could stack them inside before she closed up the blinds. Opening the hatch in the kitchen floor she hurried down into her private quarters to change into something more ‘date-like’. Rushing as she was, Renge decided against doing anything with her hair as she threw off her shirt and pants.

Putting on a bright yellow top with flowy sleeves and a long purple skirt, she took one moment to look herself over, fluffing in the mirror on the wall before taking a deep breath and heading out.

By the time she made it back onto the docks, the sun was just beginning to set. Seeing Rayleigh standing there, hands in his pockets, waiting for her made her pulse quicken.

They smiled at each other before Ray held out a hand. She ignored it and instead wrapped her arms around his and he chuckled warmly before they started walking.

“So, what should we do, kitten?” he asked, a kiss pressed into the crown of her head.

“Oh, I’m not sure, stir up some trouble maybe? It always seems to find you regardless.”

Rayleigh tipped his head back with a loud laugh and she giggled in response. When he looked down at her, his eyes were filled with silent promise. “No, seriously. Anything you like. As long as I’m with you, that’s all I need.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” Renge said with an answering smile. “That’s all I need too." 

And together, they walked into town.

[morzemherii]

[mehcura]

Ben, böyle yaşıyorum işte; Bir şeylerin acısı, bir şeylerin anısıyla..

[8ekizinci-harika54]

Çiçek gibi insan bulundur yanında..

Güçlüyüm ama kalbim hasas diye herkese yer verirsen üzülürsün...:)

☁️

[photographss-world]

Bir bahçede hep aynı çiçekten olursa o bahçe güzel olmaz.

Sen, ben, o varız diye güzel bu bahçe. Koparma farklı çiçekleri, kalsın renkleriyle, kokularıyla…

Yaşar Kemal...

[ltwilliammowett]

15th century lake warfare and gunboats

Lake warfare is a less known art of warfare in which smaller boats were used on small water bodies. This is well known in a Swiss setting thanks to the very illustrative Swiss chronicles of 1450-1530, but similar boat designs must have been used all across Europe where sufficiently large lakes connected warring settlements. This illustration aptly shows shows the 15th century with protective roofs and gun-ports cut through the hull; the crew move them with the help of oars and fire arquebuses and crossbows from within. The illusion of a small battleship is completed by the flags and insignia painted on the sides.

1460-1470 Switzerland, Zurich Ms A 120 - Tschachtlan-Berner Chronik

[herigo]

[femmelunee]

[yorgunherakles]

kuşların tela��ından belli, geç kaldık...

melih cevdet anday - rahatı kaçan ağaç

[geek-talk000]

[squishywizardd]

fuck it at this rate we’re getting gta 6 before dals series finale

[selin-n]

İstanbul Gülhane Parkı/nda Lale 🌷 Zamanı 🌷🩷🌷🩷

Muhteşem bir görsel!Her renk lale/yi görebilirsiniz🌷🩷💜🌷

Lalelim

Laleli’de oturur

Laleli lale olur lalelimden.

Laleli’den geçilir

Lalelimden geçilmez!

Orhon Murat Arıburnu (1920-1989) Laleli Şiiri

[photographss-world]

Hadi uyan ,

Aydınlığa çık da , çil gözlerin ışısın,

İlkyazlar sıcağı biriksin yüreğine

Yoksul olsan da uyan ,

Garip olsan da uyan ,

Mademki güzelsin , güzeli yaşatmak için,

Madem ki iyisin , iyiliği yaşatmak için ,

Madem ki UMUTlusun umudu yaşatmak için ...

Metin Eloğlu...

[yalnizligamahkumbirkiz]

[eksikaldim]

[efsungeradam]