#BeCause

[starmocha]

ok so I know we're all taken in by colonel caleb and his complexity and i'm enjoying all the smut (🙏🏻💕) but i'm looking at him and thinking about how he'd react if mc got pregnant 'cause in ny head he'd react like I think sylus would as in he'd shower her in kisses while crying but imagine him being scared of holding the baby because of his arm, terrified of hurting that tiny being but the second he holds them the fear goes away and he's planting kisses on the top of the baby's head 🥹😭

CRYING. SOBBING. YEARNING. Anon, if you've been around my blog long enough, I have mentioned numerous times how my 3-part Caleb breeding kink (and pregnancy) series will happen. With the recent revelation about his arm, I was reflecting on how to tackle this series with regards to Caleb's character. I hope his future memories will also deal with this more, so we can get a better understanding of the changes and his own mental state regarding it.

omg ok we all probably know by now I am weak to the Caleb thoughts, so...so...just a little snippet. Just a tiny short snippet...

Sweet Little You

She was safe. They were safe.

Caleb watched with relief as you slept peacefully, exhausted after the grueling 34 hours of labor. He had dedicated his whole life to keeping you safe, protect you from dangers and prevent you from ever feeling pain, but in those long, slow hours, he had felt so utterly helpless as he watched you braved through the tribulations of motherhood.

He knew you were strong, knew that you were more than capable, but it did not deter his innate desire to shelter you.

It had only been a few hours since the baby was born, he realized, as his large hand rested on your head, gently smoothing your hair. He could still see your tears, heard you crying as you poured all of your strength into delivering his baby. You had gripped his hand so tightly, and though that right hand of his could no longer feel anything, his heart still did, torn apart at every scream, every sob that passed your lips. He did his best to encourage you, reassured you that everything was going well, that soon you both would meet your little one.

He wasn’t sure if what he had said helped or not, but you had still held his hand, holding tight to him just like long ago when you two were little. Maybe you still needed him, still wanting to lean on him like you used to.

He bent down and placed a soft kiss on your temple. “Thank you, my darling.”

Caleb’s ears perked up, hearing the sudden quiet fussing of his newborn. He looked to the hospital bassinet placed close to your bed. The baby was starting to stir, waking up from a peaceful slumber.

He quickly moved closer, his paternal instinct kicking in. He bent down lower, his voice softer than normal. “Hey, hey there, little one,” he said, about to reach down for the baby, but he paused, worried.

The baby’s face scrunched up, its cries still soft, but steadily growing just a bit louder. Panic briefly passed Caleb’s features, suddenly unsure of his own ability as a father. He could hear you stirring behind him, but he didn’t want you to wake yet, knowing you still needed more rest. He pushed down his own feeling of anxiety, and he bent down again, gently scooping the baby up.

The baby was so small, he couldn’t help but think, being able to hold the baby within his two hands. He readjusted his hold, cradling the baby within his arms, and his heart felt like it was slowing in time, his breathing almost stilling entirely as it finally seemed to clicked in his mind that he was holding his baby. This little baby, conceived from the love between you and him, was now here, in his arms, and he could barely stifle the sob that almost wanted to escape, his heart suddenly overwhelmed with so many different emotions ranging from disbelief to amazement and finally profound, unconditional love.

The baby’s cries ceased, replaced by soft cooing, and Caleb let out a breathless laughter, his earlier anxiety slowly receding. He still wondered about his capability, but more than that, he wondered how it was possible to love someone you had just met. When his eyes drifted up, settling over your sleeping form, he almost laughed again, realizing he had never found the answer to that question, having always been a willing victim of “love at first sight.”

He shifted his gaze back down to the tiny baby in his arms, his lips resting over the infant’s forehead, the sweet scent of the newborn filling his nostrils, and a warmth unlike anything he had ever felt before filled his chest.

“Welcome to the world, my little one,” he whispered, “We’ve been waiting for you.”

[thestreamweaver]

It's funny when I think about my favorite pair (Storm and Wolverine, obviously) I don't ever have to explain myself about them I know, but I do sometimes because people don't understand why they're so special...

"What's the big deal!? She's the only one he'll listen to? Is that it? Ok, still toxic, but that's fine 🙄"

Lol, no...

Did anyone ever realize that they actually had a GOOD amount of time to get to know each other? Rather than these fairy tales about love at first sight and being forced to come together because of circumstances, or worse yet... 'omg they have to have love interests! Let's throw them together with someone a lot like them!' (Cough-Panther-cough) Sorry, I just can't...

I'd like a love story, but one where I feel that I can tell my partner anything one where I don't feel like they won't understand if I'm hurting... one where I can support him and me , and when there are arguments, they end in us knowing each other better and having more understanding of each other. One like they have...

They have the ability to have that silence that settles between them. It's not the awkward kind that comes up your back ever so creepily, but the kind that feels like the glue between you. It feels like every time you are together enjoying the simple quiet things of life it comes to hug you rather than tell you how strange your hair looks and how many things you didn't get done today.

They have the ability to get through an argument and come out stronger, unlike many other couples in the multiverse, and just other stories in general. They understand each other's communication style, and they know how each other tick.

They strive for understanding and growth of relationship, not 'my ways better and I'll prove it to you!' (Of course every couple does that now and then)

If I ever get into a relationship I want one like they have.

Can we please make them the standard?!

[gongyussy]

if nothing else can save america this zero-year-old fairy baby otter with no gender can. chiitan's platform is love. and chaos.

[dragonpyre]

Gift piece for @llisona! I love the idea that Jason didn't get those scars from an autopsy, but rather, somewhere else

(Guess what, @wrencatte wrote a fic)

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[feluart]

I just need him to be happy thank you

[kirbyfigure]

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𐙚˙⋆.˚ dozing general...⋆.˚ ᡣ

[plantsjustwannahavefun]

I still can’t get over that we got to see this.

GIFs taken from https://www.tumblr.com/flowergrenades/724087820292112384/oh-yes-its-working

The moment he broke into that smile, my first thought was how much he looks like the Doctor here. Because Crowley doesn’t smile like that. We’ve never seen him smile like that: with such pure, radiant, uninhibited joy and awe. Not as himself. The first scene of this season was so impactful because we saw what Crowley was like as an angel, just how adorable and pure he was, full of overflowing love and affection for all of creation… and how much of a contrast it was to Crowley as a demon – jaded, weary, guarded, hiding behind his dark glasses and a grumpy, sardonic demeanour.

But this smile. It’s dazzling. There’s not a trace of irony or snark or sneering amusement, nothing of the sort. He’s just happy. Yes, it’s one of those “pictures taken seconds before a disaster” moments, but he doesn’t know it yet. Right now, he’s watching two humans about to fall in love. Knowing it was him who made it happen. Him, a demon, putting just a little bit more love into this world. And this makes him so happy.

Everything about the way this shot is framed is so intimate, and vulnerable, and powerful. He’s resting his forehead against the window, with his glasses off, and his face is right in front of us, the viewers. It almost feels like intruding on a private moment… because it is. He’s only smiling like that because no one’s looking at him. He wouldn’t do it in front of anyone else. Not even Aziraphale, I think.

But imagine if Aziraphale had been there to see it. He would have perished and discorporated on the spot. He’d have fallen in love with him right there and then, if he hadn’t already fallen in love with him many times over.

I don’t give a fuck if they kiss in S3, I can take it or leave it. The only thing I want is for Crowley to smile at his angel like that. And for Aziraphale to see it.

[aniimoni]

A Mirage

We’re out here writing sins AND tragedies.

Bonus:

Anyways, everyone say thank you to Haggz for the song recommendations for my AU, best thing ever. I always use the songs to draw stuff out 😋

[somesecretpie]

[isatartdump]

Slides in....... Hi guys.... I live... I had a bad time with art and stuff haha...... Uhm.. Have, have some siffrins and loops and more I made on the time I... Didn't post.......

they're not in any specific order, I don't remember when I did these HAHA......ha... sorry :( I still love isat

[shiiro-arts]

For me, one of the funniest things about FT is how Natsu keeps suggesting Lucy to use her sexuality in their plans even tho it never works THINKING it will

And her AGREEING LMAO

he really be like "I was SURE it would work, damn it"

My boy down bad

[bearotonin-international]

Jesus fucking christ this reddit shit lmao

Uuuhhhh.. Friend, you might not have noticed, but we’re a bear blog

[aaeeart]

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Hair. HAIR- I mean, him ~

[pixiesnooze]