The skin so bad, it have to be fix, for all the people that want him to be more beautiful in his cyborg skin lol. I made 2 version, one with visor and one without, and the light change color whenever the state he in. And the ugly painting skill doesn’t help much “””””OTL……
Celebrity Pretend Relationship AU: “This Is the Last Time”
When the press tour is over and the movie is in theaters for four weeks, the contract expires and so does their “relationship.” They meet up at the restaurant where they had their first date to celebrate the end, but it’s a dour meal with too much red wine and not enough food for their bellies because everyone tastes a little like ash in their mouths. But they smile and toast and still pretend as much as they can that this is just another dinner out because they
There’s no stipulation as to how it ends: they could do a big blow-up fight, make a scene, or they can part amicably as friends and tell the press the easy story that their schedules made it too hard to keep up with their relationship. The latter is easier, but Jyn finds it darkly funny that since they finished filming, she and Cassian have had nothing but opposing schedules and somehow still managed to make time to see each other and be seen. Which was more important, she stopped letting herself think about a long time ago.
“Remember Marbella?” she says, swirling her second glass of Pinot and watching the legs cling to the side. “That was fun.”
“And the location shoot in Wisconsin. It was beautiful there.” Cassian holds a bite of salmon on his fork, letting it hover in the air, though it never reaches his lips.
Jyn murmurs in agreement, and they both raise their glasses to each other and take long drinks of their wine.
These were both moments when they had found themselves alone, when they both had desperately wanted to kiss each other and more but hadn’t. But it’s a detail they’ve never shared with each other, one they’ve kept very close to their vests. Because their relationship is not real. The point was just to pretend and stand and smile. The point was never to actually fall.
When they can no longer drag dinner out any longer, Cassian fills their glasses with what remains in the bottle and offers a toast. “To us,” he says, not meeting her eye.
“To us,” she says, not bothering to hide the hollowness in her voice.
Just outside the restaurant, Jyn stops dead in her tracks, and Cassian turns to her, instinctively putting out a protective arm. “Did you see something? Photographer?”
“Yes,” she says.
“For old times sake then?” he replies. “Give them one last shot for the tabloids?”
“Why the hell not?” she says, looping her arms around his neck. Her eyes swim in the moonlight, and she’s more beautiful than he’s ever seen her. Cassian’s heart constricts tight in his chest and he almost can’t breathe, but there’s just enough air left to kiss her, to feel the pain and tenderness of the final goodbye as though what they had between them had been real. And they way she seems to cling to him, to linger a moment too long against his chest, makes him wonder if she feels that pain, too, but it’s over now. And she begs off his offer of a ride back, opting for an Uber instead.
“Maybe see you around award season?” he asks.
“So like, ten months?”
Ten long months.
“Maybe,” he says. “It’s been good…working with you, Jyn.”
Her lips turn up, her expression unreadable. “It was good working with you, too, Cassian.” And then she is gone and he is gone.
And there were never any photographers at the restaurant, and they both knew it. The only thing there besides the two of them were excuses and all the things left unsaid.
I visited my Pop-Pop in a rehabilitation center and he allowed me to take his portrait. He hasn’t been home in 3 months after he simply sat down one night and couldn’t get back on his feet. He’s been struggling with his lungs and heart, and we thought we were going to lose him a few days after he was hospitalized. He’s fighting for our sake; his body may be failing him but he’s never lost his edge, and demanded that grilled cheese he’s proudly holding in the second image to replace the egg salad the hospital gave him as part of the strict diet they have him on. He also checked himself out of this rehab center yesterday morning although he can barely walk, let alone drive, because he was sick of not being home with his family. Every time I see him he holds my hand and looks me in the eye and tells me to remember my worth and to never settle. It’s an honor to be his granddaughter.
Hello, my name is Amber and I need your help. This year hasn’t been the best for my mother and I and we’re struggling to pay our bills and afford groceries. We’ve had to replace our air conditioner, our car battery, a flat tire and medicine for both my mother and my sick dog. Our house payment is currently behind and if we don’t pay it within the next month or so, we could lose the house and we’ll have nowhere to go after that.
I’m in tears, shaking and sick to my stomach as I write this, but I don’t know where else to turn. My paypal is firstname.lastname@example.org if anyone can donate a couple of dollars, I would greatly appreciate it.
Courf is a whiny motherfucker when he gets sick. If his cat is meowing non stop he will almost sob for her to stop, or while watching a cheesy movie he will be crying so hard nothing will make he stop. He will shatter if he doesn’t have exactly what he wants. Its hard to deal with a sick Courf, but once he is over his flu, he gives a bah of sorry cookies for everyone that had to deal with his poor sick ass.
Making Rung for Toronto TF con! This is my test run at Anime North. Along with some “in the making” photos I took. This is 2 months of work and 2 months left! I plan on making Rewind for TF con because he is nice and simple!
AHHH this is soooo cool! You did a really great job in such a short amount of time! Thank you so much for sharing, I hope the Rewind one comes out just as good. <3