#'M SORRY. OKAY??

[gurorori]

my worst ick in enstars art (mika art specifically cuz *gestures at myself*) is when it's an otherwise amazin' piece dats real cute but the artist mixed up the eye colors. so the blue is where the amber shld b. an' vice versa. an' like it's nawt mirrored or anyth. it's jus wrong.....

[toadsong-art]

Practicing drawing these chucklefucks by turning them into memes. yeah theyre memes now. yeah its forever. sorry

[hexbaiting]

@lokiusweek 2025 | DAY 5: PRAISE

[mihanisms]

are you hearing things? certainly, an intruder didn’t break into your house just to clean up the mess you’d left behind this morning and cook your favorite dish, did they? no…unless this intruder was really, really nice and somehow knew you inside out.

but then it hits you.

caleb.

that's the only thought in your head as you rush over to the kitchen, stopping in the middle as you see your husband in a fucking apron, cutting up vegetables on the kitchen counter.

he looks up as soon as he hears your footsteps stop, a big, satisfied smirk on his face. yet despite the smugness, his expression is tender, displaying a love that makes your chest tighten with familiarity. before either of you can say a word, you rush over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and immediately melt into his touch.

he's warm, and most of all, real. in your arms. no words are said—they're not even needed as he returns your embrace, nuzzling his face into your hair and pressing you to him like a long-lost piece of himself finally returned. you sink into the quiet gravity of his hold, the space between you dissolving as you breathe in each other's presence. time feels like it's folding in on itself—only the steady rise and fall of his breath tethering you to the moment, to him, to home.

you decide to break the silence, your hands gripping tighter on his clothes, voice muffled by your face in the crook of his neck. "caleb. you’re early. you’re- you're here." the words are slightly cracked, tinted with a quiet desperation and disbelief that has your heart pounding in your chest, still processing what was happening.

caleb only holds you closer, his voice thick with similar emotions. "'course i am, honey. wouldn't trade this for the world." he presses a soft kiss to your head, his hands gently running down your sides and stopping at your waist. he pulls away to look you in the eyes, his gaze filled with something so soft you could almost feel it in your hands. "the expedition ended early. i got home as soon as i could to surprise you."

your eyes drift up and down his face, his neck, any piece of him available to you—you drink it in, relishing in the man before you like a traveler would an oasis in the desert. you swallow, throat thick with longing as you struggle to say another full sentence.

but it doesn't matter, not when he knows exactly what you want to say. your emotions are written on your face, woven into every action, and even without words, caleb can feel it in the space between you, his heart long since in tune with yours.

taking a deep breath, you manage to speak, sniffling. "i was- i was counting down the days. i thought you wouldn't be home for at least a few more weeks-"

caleb only grins softly, tenderly slipping his hand beneath your shirt to feel your skin on his. "you know me, honey. i can't just stay away from you." he punctuates his words with a soft caress up your back, tracing your spine and sending a shiver through your body. it grounds you, his actions and affections so familiar and yet so unreal in the moment.

a small laugh manages to bubble from your lips, relieved and stupefied. you pull him in again, feeling his heartbeat against yours. he's here. all of him.

and suddenly, the exhaustion of the past few weeks, the impatience, the longing, the loneliness—it all fades away, and you're left with something that is so unmistakably home, because you're in his arms.

he lets out a relieved sigh of his own, chuckling slightly and shifting his body to better accommodate yours. in doing so, you're pulled away from him just slightly, the glint of something floating in the air catching your eye. your brows furrow together as the object catches your interest, peeking out at it from above caleb's arms.

a knife.

a floating knife.

you blink. your mind is still catching up with everything, but the sight of a knife hovering a few steps away from you—completely still, suspended in midair—pulls you out of your processing period. your brows furrow even further, your head stiffly moving to look up at your husband.

"caleb...?" as of that moment, his tender gaze had turned into a suppressed grin, his eyes twinkling with that mischievous glint you knew so well. his hands squeeze your sides, voice teasing and lilted. "'sup, honeybunch? still need proof it's really me?"

your eyes flick between the knife and him, your voice slow and hesitant. "caleb, why is there a knife next to us right now?"

he laughs, and it's a warm sound that dissipates any tension in your body, a small smile pulling up at your lips despite the confusion. he leans in with a smirk, shrugging and ruffling your hair as if it’s the most casual thing in the world. "i don't know baby, you were pretty eager to get me in your arms. didn't stop to think twice that i was cutting up some veggies."

your face flushes as you process that he had only used his evol to move the knife he was holding away from the both of you. "...oh," is all you manage to squeak out as he laughs again, gently tugging on your hair to tilt your head upwards and to land a kiss on your forehead.

caleb smirks, his own gaze flickering between the knife and you, "someone had to make sure you didn’t end up with a gash on your hand while trying to tackle me."

you shake your head, still smiling and now slightly flushed due to his actions. "sorry, it was all just..." he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, grinning at the cute sight of your face. "there's no need for an apology, honey. i'm just doing my job as your husband."

he steps forward, the knife gently floating back down onto the counter with a soft clink as he places his hand beneath your chin. "our kitchen is quite the dangerous place, you know."

the playful edge in his voice and the cheeky grin on his face make you laugh, a soft, breathless sound that feels lighter than it has in weeks. you shake your head, amusement dancing in your eyes as you finally take in your surroundings—the seasoned chicken resting in the bowl, the steam curling from the bubbling pot of your favorite broth on the stove, and most of all, the warm, inviting scent of home.

it isn't just the food or the careful way he’s prepared everything for you. it’s him, standing there, grounding you in a moment that feels almost too good to be real. the weight of missing him lingers faintly in your chest, but it’s lightened by the fact that, for the first time in weeks, he’s here.

caleb's eyes wash over you with amusement, his head tilting as his thumb caresses your cheek before gently pressing into your skin, affectionately squeezing your face. "you okay there, pips? looks like you're about to start crying over dinner."

his teasing lingers for only a second before something shifts. his touch, once playful, turns softer—more deliberate. his hands come up to cradle your face fully, his warmth seeping into your skin. it's only then that you realize why his expression has changed.

you were crying.

warm, salty tears are trickling down your face as you try to deny your current state, your lips trembling as you let out a shaky laugh. "ah, i’m-," you start off, but the crack in your voice betrays you. you sniffle, swiping at your face, affection and frustration mixing in your expression. "it’s not-”

but caleb just smiles, thumbs brushing away the tears before they can fall any further. "i know," he murmurs, voice as warm as his touch. "i know, baby."

caleb doesn’t say anything else—he doesn’t need to. instead, he pulls you in, pressing his lips gently to your forehead, letting them linger there for a few precious moments. his touch is grounding, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself lean into it completely.

his fingers stroke along your back in soothing circles, a silent reassurance that he’s real, that he’s with you. and you believe it. because how could you not, when his presence feels like the most tangible thing in the world?

after a few quiet breaths, he pulls away just enough to meet your gaze again, studying your face with something soft and knowing. “feeling a little better?”

you sniffle, nodding as you wipe at your eyes again. “yeah. just… didn’t expect this.”

he grins, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone one last time before he finally steps back, hands slipping down to rest at your waist. “well, i was hoping for a ‘wow, my incredibly handsome husband is the best for surprising me like this!’ but i guess tears of joy work too.”

you roll your eyes, though there’s no real annoyance behind it. “if you wanted me to swoon, you should’ve walked in with flowers, colonel.”

caleb lets out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “damn, should’ve known i was dealing with high standards.”

“very high,” you confirm, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.

he huffs out a laugh before squeezing your waist one last time and turning back to the counter. “cmon, pips. go set the table before you start crying again.”

you mumble sarcastically but oblige, pulling out the plates and utensils while he goes back to cooking. the kitchen is quiet save for the soft sounds of bubbling broth and the rhythmic chop of his knife against the cutting board.

it’s a comfortable kind of quiet—the kind that settles lovingly in your ribs, wrapping around your heart like the warmest embrace.

and when you finally sit down for dinner, across from the man who makes your world feel so much brighter just by being in it, you realize that no matter how long he’s gone, no matter how much you miss him, this moment will always come back to you.

because caleb always comes back to you.

[genderfluidblob]

Literally gonna crash out if I see one more post that implies/says asexual people don't want/have children

WHAT THE FUCK DOES MY SEXUAL ATTRACTION HAVE TO DO IF I WANT KIDS OR NOT

This probbaly applies to everyone who's aspec but I'm not aromantic so someone else can tell me if this affects you guys too

[shima-draws]

Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

[linoguy]

skz smileys

[waterfallofspace]

Feeling sad and lonely? Like you don't have a purpose in life, and no one cares about you?

No more! Starting today, instead of sitting around feeling sad, try Thinking About Your Favourite Fictional Characters Sneezing!

Not sure what to do with your life? Your blorbo stifling an allergy fit!

Lonely and craving human connection? Your lil guy getting induced by a kink!partner!

The days and nights seem to move by in an ever-flowing passage of time that you're just swept along in? They have a sneezy cold and need to be taken care of!

Instead of Sad, try Sneeze instead!

[Available wherever your brain will be merciful and let you dissociate, results may vary, use with caution, side effects may include: h*rny thoughts, snz headcanons, craving more canon snz, and the eventual & inevitable loneliness returning as you realize they are still fictional]

[tapakah0]

Eh, almost forgot ;~;; Commission for sweet @celestialrose3 ;;~;;; Thank you so much *bows*

[m1ckeyb3rry]

what really fries me about people who use chatgpt on their homework in my classes is they get the wrong answer and then they text me and i tell them how to do it and they’re like “😱😱 how did you know how to do that ??” well maybe if you opened the slides instead of rushing to jerk off ai you would’ve realized that the professors tell you how to do what they want you to do 😭😭 you dumb fucks FKDKDNJSND LIKE ??

[sabo-torao]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABO!!!

Sabo Week Day 7 - Sabo Day

i'm so so so glad to be able to celebrate my specialest little guy properly this year!! i care about him immensely, maybe even too much. he's got me in a grip for sure.

if i was a bit more confident in my phrasing and wording skills i would turn this post into a proper, cringy lovemail, but thankfully for you, i am not, so i'll let my own existence be the testament of my love for him instead.

[grim333z]

begging for anything angsty with carl

(ngl, fics where reader is shane's son are so underrated.)

Fairytale~

Carl x Shane's son!reader

{this is set after the farm, but its kinda implied that Carl and reader aren't like 12... iykwim}

Tw: angst.

"And the words always get in the way It cuts you down just the same I can't wait to see what you find And the sun will find its place to shine, "

The group had become uneasy since the farm fell... With the days growing shorter and the nights getting colder, there really was nothing more to do than wait out the winter.

the Grimes had become especially cold towards you, the knowing of what your father did never leaving their minds, constantly looming over you. It hurt because you'd become close to Carl over your time with the group, you'd known him since before, being the same age and having parents who were freinds ment you'd seen him here and there on occasion but he'd never really tried to spark anything up.

You'd just caught what he'd done-

Shane had turned he really couldn't have done anything else, but to you, he'd killed your father. He hadn't said anything to you since...

You found yourself sitting away from the main group when small camps would be set up, typically not far away from daryl. Suddenly, knowing what it felt like to be an outsider...

It was usually him who brought you food, checked in on you...spoke to you. He knew what it was like too live in a family members shadow.

The group had settled in a small housing estate, a large broken gate at the front, with a hefty rusting archway reading "Wiltshire estate." The place was pretty beaten up. Most homes had a busted window or broken down front door. Each house is pretty much looted. The odd missed can or packet here or there.

The group had decided to take refuge in the least beaten up home, boarding the front door shut. Most people had split off into different rooms. The grimes took the master bedroom, Carol hershel and beth deciding to hunker down in a decent sized guest bedroom, glenn and maggie ending up in a teenagers bedroom. Leaving you and daryl to find somewhere.

He picks the kitchen, curling up on the counter beside a small window he'd cracked open. The faint glowing embers at the end of his smoke, the only light in the room.

You could only faintly see him from the damp-smelling couch, an itchy blanket pulled over you. It wasn't much, definitely not enough to keep away the cold.

The faint glow eventually fades away, your eyelids growing increasingly heavy. There's faint, gentle footsteps somewhere in the house, it wasn't unfamiliar for someone in the group to be slightly restless, part of you questions weather the steps are really there or if you're hearing things in your exhausted state.

The footsteps grow closer as you draw closer to a peaceful slumber, you decide on checking if theres actually someone there "Daryl...?" You hum your voice quieter with a gentle sleepy rasp to it.

"M'not Daryl." Carl. He looms in the room somewhere.

"Carl?" You respond, he hadn't spoken a word to you since you'd seen him shoot your own father, the man had turned, he wasn't your father and you knew it... no one told you what really happened.

"I am sorry. s'just alot..." He hums, the moonlight falling on him from the doorway, his oversized pjs hanging off his lanky frame, his hand nervously rests against his mouth.

You pull yourself up so you're sat up fully, drawing your knees closer to your chest. feeling an overwhelming need to make yourself seem somewhat smaller. "sorry for what...?" you question, knowing the answer.

The pads of his feet make fall into a calm rhythm as he walks closer, slumping down beside you, his gaze falling on the pile of backpacks in the corner of the room.

"I had to, y'know?" Carl whispers, his voice faint and timid despite the lack of distance between them. In all reality the guilt had been gnawing at Carl since he did it, he did see the man as somewhat a father. He'd saved him right at the start, filling the place while Rick was supposedly dead.

"I know." You respond, his gaze softening as it lands on you. The tenseness in the air faltering slightly, fading away for just a moment.

Its a quiet moment between the two of you, Still something lingers in the room, something unsaid.

"I still care about you."

Carl whispers, like he's scared of you, what you're gonna say, gonna do. He feels an unfamiliar need to bring himself closer to you however, he's simultaneously trying to get closer and further away from you. He's just so overwhelmed with just everything that had happened he didn't know how to navigate tricky situations like this.

During the day, he had nothing but survival to think about, constantly in fight or flight mode. However, when night fell and everything went quiet, there was some faux sense of safety did the thoughts start. About everything, everyone he'd failed, Dale, Shane, mostly you, however. With his parents' relationship crumbling in front of him, he'd felt an ever-growing loneliness clawing at him.

You're not sure how to respond, nodding in acceptance. The air in the room lays thick and heavy, and the conversation falls short. Neither of you is entirely sure what needs to be said.

"I am sorry..." Carl whispers again, slightly to you, and slightly too himself. It was clear he blamed himself for Shane's death, even though Rick was the one who stabbed him. Carl hit the final blow.

"He was a dick anyway." You whisper a faint breathy chuckle, leaving your lips. Carl looks over at you, smiling slightly, letting out a gentle sniffle.

You weren't blind to how your father changed. He'd become cold since the day Rick returned. He wanted lori and Carl more than you and didn't even try and hide it.

"M'not angry, Carl," you coo quietly. You didn't know how to feel, honestly. Everything felt too much or too little.

Carl chews at his lip nervously,unsure on the truth behind your words. Somewhat denying the comfort they gave him and yearning for more.

"You sure?" Carl cautioned, his gaze gentle yet almost fearful as he looks at you.

"I'm sure." You respond, shuffling slightly closer to him. Suddenly aware of how cold the room had become.

The room falls silent. However, it isn't as thick and uncomfortable as it had been...it's comfortable. Neither of you needs to say anything more. It was a start. He'd spoken something to you after months of being so guilt-ridden that he couldn't.

[asmodeusamaryllis]

yuri for those with himejoshi eyes

[ID: Excerpts from the What-If Iruma-kun mafia AU.An extra strip of Ameri and Clara together on a motorcycle, going to see Iruma in the back-alley clinic. Clara seems distressed, but she's surprised when Ameri asks her what her brother Urara is like. Clara excitedly tells her that "U-chan" is weird and loud, which startles and alarms Ameri. Narration says, "They got just a little closer." End ID] ID by @nebulations

[meep-meep-richie]

Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me

[solariex]

someone save me from the idiots ive been stuck with for 5+ years...

[sebfreak]

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