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Posting from my iPad so hopefully it doesn’t look like trash lmao

Trying to relax my style again because I’ve been experience art dysphoria lately .w.

Caleb and Cinders 🧡✨🧡✨🧡✨🧡

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Breakfast of champs u3u

Sriracha doritos and coffee are a suitable breakfast right?

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✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧ﾟ

I made a Caleb playlist cause I was feeling sad ;;

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AHAHA alright then uwu

Okay but giving me this

After writing this

Omg kandhjdiag I'm so delulu for him /v\

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Okay but giving me this

After writing this

Omg kandhjdiag I'm so delulu for him /v\

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steller’s jays are all beautiful birds, but they have small variations across subspecies. and while i appreciate all the subspecies this

does not have the same impact without the Eyebrows

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the bateleur eagle is a medium-sized eagle, closely related to the ‘snake eagles’, found in sub-saharan africa. they are endangered, having experienced sharp population declines due to habitat loss, accidental poisoning, intentional shooting and pesticide use. they are known to be aggressive in many contexts, but easy to disturb from their nests. they reach maturity at 7-8 years of age, which is later than most other birds of prey. adults are overall black, with bright red facial skin, while juveniles are brown. bateleurs have a unique appearance due to their large head and small legs, which seem disproportionate to the rest of their bodies.

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I FOUND IT GUYS I SPENT HALF AN HOUR LOOKING FOR THIS VIDEO AND ITS HERE

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Hubban Hubban Hubban Hubban Hubban Hubban Hubban Hubban

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Well I wrote another fic BAHA o(-( he's taken over my mind.

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"Flightless"

Caleb finally got back to his dorm room and sat down on his bed, leaning over to start taking off his boots. He had his cellphone trapped between his ear and shoulder, listening to the dial tone ringing. After a few more rings than usual, he finally heard the voice he'd been missing for the last few days.

“Mm, hello?” Cinders’ voice sounded adorably sleepy and he could hear shifting on her side of the call. The rustling of fabric as she moved around in bed made him smile.

“Hey, pipsqueak,” he said softly, his usual boisterous tone mellowed out since he obviously woke her up. “Sorry for the late call. Did I wake you?”

“Yeah but it's okay!” Cinders said quickly, as if wanting to reassure him. “I tried to stay up and wait… but I guess I fell asleep.”

He chuckled as he removed one boot and worked on the lacing of the other. “Wouldn't be the first time. I got in a little late from training. Anyway, how was your night? It was senior prom, right? Did what's-his-face treat you well?”

He heard her snort and shift around some more. He could just imagine her rubbing her eyes and trying to wake up to talk to him. “You mean Trevor? I guess Granny didn't tell you. He bailed on me.”

Caleb stopped in the middle of pulling off his other boot, his heart sinking to his stomach. She had been stood up? And he wasn't there to comfort her, or to even take her to the dance himself. “Well, shit,” he scoffed. “I'm sorry, Kitty. Are you okay? Do I need to kick his ass when I come home next weekend?”

Hearing her laugh made him feel a tiny bit better. “No, no. It's not his fault, he was super sick. And I'm fine,” she explained, her voice sounding pretty normal.

Usually he could tell when ‘fine’ meant ‘definitely not okay’ but this time was harder than usual. “Did you just stay home with Gran, then?” he asked, standing up and beginning to pull off his flight jumpsuit.

“No, I still went. Remember Zayne? He was in town and stopped by for a visit and Granny told him about it,” she told him, and he could hear her moving around again. “He offered to take me since he's in town for a few days before going back to his school.”

“You had Zayne take you?” Caleb felt that familiar twist in his stomach, the feeling of jealousy flaring up inside like a rusted knife.

“Yeah,” she laughed a little. “It was kind of awkward but we had fun. Everyone was jealous that a college boy was dancing with me.”

The rest of his training clothes was practically torn off his body as his irritation built up. “I see,” he struggled to keep his tone neutral. “You had fun, though?”

“Yeah! He took me out for ice cream after the dance. Did you know he had such a sweet tooth?” she giggled and he clenched his fist at his side.

“Do you like him?” he demanded. Caleb winced, cursing himself. Why did he have to be like this? She was allowed to date whoever she wanted.

He didn't feel this way when she mentioned going with Trevor. Was it Zayne? Or the fact that he was older than her? He ran a hand through his hair.

Cinders shifted again on the other side. “Yeah, of course. You like him, too. We were all friends, remember? You two just had to go and grow up and leave me.”

She was joking but her words sliced through him. “Yeah, I guess,” he sighed. He decided not to push it. “Next time, will you call me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Whenever you need someone for something. I don't care what it is. Someone to watch movies with, someone to dance with, someone to take you to an appointment,” Caleb sat on his bed again, clutching the apple pendant around his neck. “I want to be the first person you think of when you need someone.”

He knew he was laying it on pretty thick, but he didn't care. He was lonely, and he missed her. She was graduating in a few weeks and he couldn't even be there to fill in for the dance like he should have been.

“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised. He could picture her cute face blushing at the blunt way he said that. “Yeah, I'll call.” Her tone had softened and he closed his eyes.

“... I'm glad you had fun, even if it didn't go how you wanted,” he said. “I'm sorry I wasn't there.”

“Cal, you don't need to apologize for something like that,” her voice was amused with a hint of fondness. “But thank you. How was your night? You got back late, so I bet it was busy?”

Caleb took a deep breath, feeling that green-eyed monster inside of him go back into hiding. He laid back on his bed, keeping his eyes closed and imagining she was lying next to him, looking at him with those pretty mismatched eyes of hers. “Yeah, it was a little hectic,” he said.

Even if he couldn't be there for things like a senior dance, he found solace in the fact that even someone like Zayne couldn't just call Cinders at midnight and talk for hours about anything and everything. He stroked the pendant with his thumb as they fell into their usual banter and conversation.

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“no one will love you until you love yourself” WRONG! you are worthy of love at any stage or point of your life, even if you hate yourself, YOU ARE WORTHY OF LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED AND CHERISHED AND ADORED!!!!!!!!! not only romantically but platonically as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU DESERVE LOVE

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Some Drabble I wrote on my phone earlier. The brain rot is real. Fixed some formatting.

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"Owl in Flight"

Cinders let out a heavy sigh as she sat back against Caleb’s back, taking off her hat and setting it on the ground. He’d done the same and had a knee propped up, resting his bionic arm on it.

She thought of the last time they were sitting like this. And also the very first time. They’d been kids in Ever’s research lab and had formed a tentative friendship.

The night that he had told her for the umpteenth time who he was and how they were friends, she got scared and started crying. Her little hands wiping the tears away from her eyes while his hand ruffled her short burgundy hair. “It’s not fair,” she hiccuped. “Every time I go with them, I forget you.”

Caleb frowned and moved to sit behind her on the floor. She thought she was going to get a hug, but instead felt his weight on her back.

“We’ll sit like this, okay? Back to back. You got mine and I got yours,” he said with determination. “With us like this we can fight them off together!”

The next time it happened, they were a little older and living with Granny. Cinders had woken up crying and Caleb sat on the side of her bed, touching her slightly longer hair. “Was it a nightmare?” he asked.

She nodded, “Those people in white coats were back.”

She’d forgotten again what happened to them, and what they were, but at least she hadn’t forgotten him that time. “Come on,” he pulled her out of bed. They sat in the middle of her room, back to back again. He held her hand off to the side of them. “Just like before.”

“Mm,” she nodded, eyes peeled for anything dangerous. “I got your back-“

“And I got yours.”

The last time they’d been back to back was in high school when Caleb was a senior. He’d pissed off some random group of delinquents for some reason and Cinders found him getting ganged up on. As usual, she rushed in to protect him.

“Kitty!” he snapped, calling her nickname he and Granny gave her when she was young. “Get the hell out of here!”

“Noooo way, Caleb! Once we’re done with this, I’m throttling your idiot butt after,” Cinders said, putting up her fists and staring at the other students fiercely.

Caleb chuckled and grinned. Of course she would. He pressed his much larger back against hers, raising his fists as well. “You got my back?” he asked.

“As if you even have to ask,” she smirked.

“What are you thinking about?” The present Caleb’s voice snapped her out of her memories.

“Oh,” she let out a soft amused huff, shaking her head and looking down at her lap. “Just… never thought we’d be in this position again.”

“Yeah?”

“I missed it,” she admitted. “Fighting together, I mean. Having your back.”

Caleb had a conflicted look cross his face, which she couldn’t see. He sighed and leaned against her more, tipping the brim of his Colonel hat down to shadow his face. “I’ll always have your back, Kitty. No matter what,” his voice was low but he spoke with a sturdy conviction.

“… When it comes down to it, who will you choose?” she asked. The hidden meaning of her words were clear as day between them. They never directly stated it but they skirted the topic a few times, keeping it amicable between them.

“…” he didn’t say anything, looking down and holding the apple pendant in his hand. “You. It will… always be you,” he whispered.

“… If you ever sacrifice yourself for me, I’m bringing you back just to kill you myself,” she said, clearing her throat and ignoring the emotional response she felt.

“Likewise, pipsqueak.”

She rested her hand on the ground and a few seconds later, she felt his settle on top of hers. They stayed like that in the little safe spot they’d found, listening to the noises of the factory they were investigating. Whatever happened to either of them, now or in the future, what mattered most was this.

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Being aspec but always low-key mentally horny is so funny like. I'm a whirling slurpee machine of unrepentant filth but the nozzle is broken. Dick is out of order but I can draw porn tho

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New husband and I am unapologetic about it. uwu