#but Fuck

[bengals-barnesbabe]

MA’AM I JUST FINISHED DOING MY MAKEUP 🥺😭

(I’m not going anywhere but damn)

^me trying not to cry by mugging my phone

imagine joe saying goodbye to your baby for the first time.

author's note⠀⁎⠀idea by the dad!joe voices. wrote this a month ago and never posted it for whatever reason?

You sat at the kitchen island, your fingers dancing across the screen of your phone, lost in a sea of emails and to-do lists. Sweet baby babbles and the rustle of plastic toys filled the room, offering a comforting soundtrack to your afternoon. Amara was in her bouncer, her wide brown eyes fixated on a colorful mobile that swirled gently above her. The sun painted the kitchen floor with warm, golden rays, hinting at the beautiful day outside.

Summer was coming to an end, and the anticipation of Joe's first away game of the season hung in the air like the scent of your pumpkin pie cooling on the counter. You glanced up from your phone, your ears picking up on the sound of the garage door opening. The sound of Joe's footsteps shuffled as he entered the house, his heavy sigh echoing through the hallway. Your heart tightened, knowing the weight of the moment. You looked over your shoulder and watched him set his bag down gently as if the weight of his emotions were packed inside.

Joe's eyes met yours, and you could see the storm brewing beneath the surface of his usually calm gaze. He looked exhausted, the shadows beneath his eyes a stark contrast against his summer-tanned skin. Despite the fatigue etched on his face, his eyes lit up the moment they landed on Amara. He took a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to savor every moment before the inevitable goodbye. You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you as Joe made a beeline for your daughter, his 6'4" frame seemingly shrinking to fit into her tiny world of giggles and nursery rhymes.

Amara's face broke into a toothless grin as Joe picked her up, her chubby arms reaching for him. She babbled away incoherently as if sharing the secrets of the universe with her daddy. Your heart swelled with love watching their bond grow stronger daily. You knew Joe was dreading the thought of leaving Amara behind for the first time, especially since she had just started to seek comfort in his touch when she was upset and to reach for him when she wanted to hear his voice.

"Hey, princess," Joe murmured, pressing his nose against Amara's soft cheek. His voice was thick with emotion as he swayed gently from side to side, trying to soothe his own nerves as much as hers. You set aside your phone and rose to your feet, walking over to them. You placed a hand on Joe's back, feeling the tension coiled beneath his t-shirt.

"Let me help you pack," you offered, your voice gentle. "You spend as much time as you want with her."

Joe nodded, following behind you with his baby girl nestled in his arms. You entered your bedroom, which was a symphony of organized chaos. Clothes were strewn across the bed, and his suitcase lay on the floor, half-filled with neatly folded shirts and sweatpants. You took charge, grabbing his travel bag and setting it on the bed, beginning to organize his essentials, listening to his gentle directions from the corner of the room where he sat in the rocking chair, Amara in his lap.

He picked up a small, stuffed tiger, one of Amara's favorites, and held it up to her, making it dance with the clumsy grace of a new dad. She giggled, batting at it with her tiny hands. Joe's eyes never left hers as he whispered, "This little guy will keep an eye on you while I'm gone." Your heart twisted at the sight.

"Do you want to take a garment bag for your game day fit? And what about your iPad?" You asked, your voice steady as you zipped up the suitcase. Joe nodded, lifting Amara to press kisses to her chubby cheeks again. He leaned back in the chair, his shoulders dropping slightly as he let out a long, slow breath.

"Yeah, grab the bag hanging on the door. I'll put my iPad in my backpack," he murmured. You retrieved it, feeling the weight of his eyes on you as you moved around the room. You knew he was trying to memorize every detail, every moment before he had to leave. You folded his favorite sweatshirt, the one that had been your gift to him years ago, with a faded SpongeBob reference. The soft fabric smelled faintly of baby powder and home, a scent that would surely be a comfort on the road.

While Joe continued to entertain Amara, whispering his itinerary and promises of his return into her baby ears, you packed his toiletries, slipping in the small picture frame of your family that you knew would be a needed solace when he unpacked in Denver. You tried to keep your movements swift and efficient, not wanting to miss out on what little time he had before he would have to leave. You knew that every second counted when it came to holding onto your precious time together.

Once the suitcase was packed, you took a moment to watch them, Joe's strong hands rubbing soothing circles into her back. Amara's babbles filled the room, a sweet melody that seemed to melt away the stress of the day. You knew that the next few days would be tough for him, being apart from your little girl for the first time since her birth seven months ago.

"Alright, everything's packed," you announced, zipping up the suitcase with a finality that made your own heartache. "You ready?"

Joe looked up, blue eyes glistening with sadness. He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing with a hard swallow. With strong hands, he handed Amara back to you, who held your daughter tightly, feeling your warmth and the steady thump of your heartbeat. He leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on Amara's forehead, his eyes closing as if he could somehow imprint her scent into his memory.

You felt your own eyes sting with tears as you watched your husband's love for your daughter shine through his pain. You knew he was torn between his responsibilities to his team and the desperate need to be with his family. "We'll be okay," you assured him, your voice stronger than you felt. "We'll FaceTime whenever you're free."

Joe nodded, his gaze lingering on Amara's face as you held her. He reached out and touched her tiny hand, his thumb tracing her tiny fingers. "I know," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But it's just..." He trailed off, unable to put his fears into words. You stepped closer, your hand squeezing his shoulder.

"I know," you whispered. "But you're gonna kill it tomorrow, and you'll be back before she even realizes you're gone."

You handed him the suitcase and a backpack filled with his travel essentials. He hoisted it over his shoulder, the weight of his burden both literal and figurative. As he made his way to the door, he paused, looking back at his two girls. Amara, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the moment, was reaching for the string of your sweatshirt, tugging it with a curious babble.

The door was a barrier to a world of noise and chaos that you knew Joe would soon enter, but before he stepped through it, you wrapped your free arm around him, pressing your cheek to his chest. You whispered, "You won't miss a thing, I promise," and felt his chest expand with a deep inhale. For a moment, you stood just like that, a silent trio basking in the warmth of your love.

With a final, lingering look he leaned down to kiss your lips, his eyes brimming with love and sadness. You felt a lump form in your throat as you whispered to your baby girl softly, "Say bye-bye Daddy," knowing that the word was still beyond Amara's vocabulary but hoping that the sentiment was conveyed.

As Joe stepped out into the late afternoon sun, you watched him load his bags into the car, his movements methodical and deliberate. The air was still, the quietness of the moment almost deafening. You knew that once the door shut, it would mark the beginning of the countdown until you saw him again.

[ventique18]

HE'S CROSSING HIS LEGS TOO OH MY GOD CHAT THIS IS INSANE CHAT STOP THIS IS FREAKING ME OUT

Malleus' GloMas cape looks like wings too this is too much for one day 😭

[samuelandthesun]

Severance picked the mot beautiful day of the week to upload episodes, and it inspired this

[quadrantvacillation]

Fuck fuck FUCK i JUST FIGURED IT OUT

HUSK REALLY SAID "I'd rather have the real you that's flawed than the fake you that everyone else thinks is perfect."

[cumcov3redangel]

Can we just end my suffering.. could you just bash my head in.. as foreplay

[brucethegirl]

Just stumbled upon this image. Which is apparently a cut hug between hook and Emma in new york outside the precinct??

I understand why it was cut, story wise.

But also

GAH!

[mmelolabelle]

I mean say what you want but the wizard also has to live with Glinda and Madame Morrible - like sometimes probably literally under the same (albeit very large and palatial) roof - so like…no one’s really winning in this situation.

[owl127]

Can someone give her a fucking break???

[maxcuntstappen]

Daniel Ricciardo + certain stanzas from David Levithan's 'the day'

F1 Web Weaves

[leihaddock]

I don’t think I’ll ever be over the fact that What If..? confirmed that “Til the end of the line” means “til death do us part”

[landofourwins]

lando deserves the world and i will not hear anything else

[x-mensirens]

"That maniac killed Remy and thousands of people on Genosha! Rotten piece of scum put a good man... MY man-"

[ratbastarddotfuck]

it's just darkly funny that I fell in love with not one but two Americans and was genuinely considering immigrating to be with them. and then, yk, shit's exploding. not that things weren't already bad, but as a disabled trans person just I can't immigrate in this political climate. and by darkly funny I mean it breaks my heart more & more every single day having to put our lives & plans on hold while fascists attack the structures that keep my partners alive & safe.

so idk if I'm posting like I'm scared and stressed and sad lately it's probably because I'm scared and stressed and sad for deeply personal reasons on top of just, the whole world being in general crisis all the time. fuck, dude.

[resiliencewithin]

Today wasn’t perfect.

I woke up with a headache. Yoga made it worse. I felt weepy. Proceeded to cry. Why? I have some educated guesses, but maybe it was just hormones. I had a tough conversation with my husband. I worked for 3 hours. Still mentally ill (cause that never goes away). But—

I like my life.

On paper, not a lot about today was good. The point, and this is a rather huge point for me, is that my day doesn’t have to be anywhere close to perfect, or even decent, to feel like my life is good. A bad day no longer equals a bad life in my mind.

For so long (we’re talking decades here), there were so many bad days stacked up one after another that only truly great/borderline perfect days felt even remotely good. And even worse? Sometimes even they didn’t because I knew more bad was right around the next hour, day, or week (if I was lucky).

But, I’ve worked so hard on healing, made so many healthy changes, and made so much progress that the good days are stacking up and balancing out the bad, and even more than that, my brain is finally recognizing it.

Wow.

[cerezasefimeras]

I'm sorry but if Rindou is an alcoholic, I search Ran is a smoker for sure. That man smokes red marlboro, trust me.

And its definitely a thing they copied from their parents after swearing they'll never do something like that.