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A guy in China built a fully working subway system and station for his cats

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A Dark Alternative: Chapter 50

Summary: In a world where the border between Xadia and the human lands never truly existed, humans and elves live along side each other, but not together. Years ago, Callum made an unlikely friend, one he thought long lost to time.

By chance, their paths cross again, but considering how much they’ve both changed, is it possible to rekindle their friendship?

Or have their differences become too much to overcome?

Pairing: Rayla/Callum

Rating: Mature

AO3 Link: A Dark Alternative

“Prince Callum, I’m sure you’re sympathetic to the concerns of our Moonshadow citizens.” Viren looked to the elves in question, his brow furrowed in an obvious attempt to appear sympathetic. “It would be incredibly disrespectful to invite a Ghost to your celebration.”

Callum scoffed, rolling his eyes. When was the last time Viren had shown any interest in the cultural practices of elves. “I’m not asking them to do anything. Rayla is my friend. If they can’t see her, what does it matter to them?”

He wasn’t sure his line of reasoning would work, but there was no way he was backing down now. Despite himself, he glanced in the direction of the Moonshadows

Read More On AO3 – A Dark Alternative: Chapter 50

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Babe wake up! The theatrical and streaming release dates for the new Benoit Blanc film “Wake Up Dead Man” Just dropped

Link to post also another source

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Please explain to me how someone can figure out how to email a phone screenshot of an image, but not the actual image itself?!

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I’ll never forget the time we shared.

tw: mentions of infant loss

A ficlet set two years after CYCML (one year before Aaravos returns) .

The soil is moist under Rayla’s knees. She can feel it soaking through her pants and meeting her skin, some of the soggy crumbs making their ways through the threads.

She sits gingerly regardless, unaffected by a sensation that would usually bother her to the point of leaving and retreating to the fireplace of the castle common room.

Her emotions at this moment are far more agonising, but they are both pains she is willing to bear.

From her sack she retrieves a small bowl of mashed red squash, places it on the stone in front of her.

It’s for her son.

“Hello, my love,” she starts, “it’s been a while.”

She is met with the sound of the rustling leaves of the tree behind her. It’s naive, but she lets herself imagine it’s him responding: telling her that he’s happy to hear from her again.

“I’m sorry that your father’s not here. I didn’t tell him I was coming today. He’s- We’ve been busy.”

Realistically, it doesn’t matter whether she chooses to elaborate more or not—she knows he can’t hear her—but there’s an inextinguishable part of her that wants to protect her child’s young ears.

If he was with her, he’d be two years old. He’d be walking, talking, fully living. She imagines giving him rides on her shoulders like she does with Stella, feeding him his grandparents’ home-cooked meals on visits, teaching him about both of the beautiful sides of his heritage.

If he was with her, she would kiss his forehead every night before tucking him into bed, right after Callum’s read him some story, being grateful to have spent another day with him.

“Dove, everything’s so different now. I don’t think I’ve had a free moment like this in months. It’s been even worse for your father. We’re trying to keep up with everything the best we can, but don’t worry, we haven’t forgotten you.”

They thought about Jonah, every day, even when they didn’t have the words to express it. She could see it in the way she caught Callum idly sketching their boy, or what he could’ve been had he only lived a few more months; the way they both were known to stop in front of the castle nursery, where his crib now lies, and stare at the door without ever daring to enter; the way she teared up every time she saw a baby or toddler in the park with their parents, wishing it could be them.

She brushes her hands against the headstone, as if caressing him.

“That would be impossible.”

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Well, there's no unemployment, and I still can't land a job. Pls help by subscribing to Patreon. 🙏

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And to think that it takes very little to make a child happy....

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Are y'all even chilling and then your brain goes HEELS NAILS BLADE MASCARA FIT CHECK FOR MY NAPALM ERA NEED TO BEAT MY FACE MAKE IT CUTE AND SAVAGE MIRROR MIRROR ON MY PHONE WHO'S THE BADDEST US HELLO

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do you ever think about how a series of tiny choices like "I guess I'll watch that show" can like totally and entirely change huge aspects of your life

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Dragon Head Mountain, South Sinai, Egypt. The red glow in the 'eye' is a camp fire in the cave.

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If you are planning to pledge to The Dragon King Kickstarter, consider doing so within the first 24-48 hours of the campaign… pledging on the very first day is even better! This helps the project gain momentum, which in turn attracts even more backers.

The link to the Kickstarter is here! The project is still in its pre-launch phase, so consider giving it a follow to demonstrate interest and to be the first to know when the trailer drops!

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I went to Toronto Fan Expo last weekend and I got to see the ATLA panel!!

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I love when actors are as big of a fan of their character as we are