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Caleb is so so so Boy In Luv coded??? Drives me insane tbh

Sometimes I get nervous about posting on here but then I remember that as a middle schooler, I used to write smut and post it on this same websites so like, who cares

Where I live, the plant-based milks (the ones that aren't ass) cost THREE TIMES as much as normal milks (and around twice as much as the lactose-free ones, but that's bound to change since the price of the lactose-free ones keeping rising so fast), so my stubborn ass decided to make it at home. More precisely, my stubborn ass decided that I waited enough for my mother, who loves just sitting on new kitchen gadgets and never uses them (procrastination really), and this morning I made a liter of rice milk.

I added the least amount of water my machine allowed (since my experience with store bought rice milk was that it was incredibly thin and just straight up water-like) so I ended up with this pretty thick consistency. I didn't add anything else in it yet, since I wanted to see the raw results and adjust accordingly. It ended up being the perfect texture to add to coffee (since coffee already has some water in it and if I mix it with my thick rice milk it ends up being a very smooth drink), little too much for cereal and stuff but that's fine. The main problem is that it needs to be sweeter, and I tested adding some honey to it in a mug, and oh boy that was very tasty!

After doing some rough calculations, it's gonna cost me ONE FIFTH of the store bought price, which is, like, dope as fuck???

Anyways, I have no conclusions to this one, but I may end up updating you on this journey lol

Shout out to pain relief cremes that are like sort of minty and leave a cooling sensation on your skin

Ever since coming to term with the fact that what I'm experiencing is, infact, imposter syndrome, sometimes I get these spurs of self awareness and find the situation rather funny. Like, I catch myself almost wanting to talk to myself like a parent or mentor like "Yes, you did write that, and yes, it sounds pretty professional, but that doesn't make it not yours, you silly!"

i found this almost 90% finished rough pass of a mouthwashing animation that i totally forgot about. never posted it cuz "this looks bad and it's cringe" i kinda wanna finish it now

sorry about the shit awful quality tumblr won't take the high res

We’re doomed oh I mean good morning. I guess

the way ppl have designated cuddling as a purely romantic thing and is weird outside of that context has done widespread damage to our pack animal nature

I don't want Elon Musk to kill himself because that would get him some sympathy from liberals and "oh so you don't care about mentally ill people?" would become a common line. Ideally I'd like him to be assassinated Luigi-style, but again that runs the risk of him becoming a martyr. No, the best way for him to die is in a stupid accident of his own creation, which I'm frankly shocked hasn't happened yet. Y'know like Tesla malfunction, falls over the non-OSHA-certified guard rails in his own factory, SpaceX explosion, crushed to death trying to fuck one of his ugly robots, ect.

sometimes someone will casually mention using chatgpt or some other generative ai thing and I can actually feel the little

above my head

Today's fun observation: I know my campus is huge and a lot of people go to my uni but it is so incredible funny how so many of them just, I don't know, hibernate for the colder days??

I attend (almost) every lecture and have to walk between different buildings for them, so all winter I've been walking past these sad, cold, empty benches (and trust me, there's a LOT of them) and now, that sunlight is becoming a common occurrence (it's not even the temperature, it's still pretty cold) there are suddenly people not only enjoying sunlight on previous mentioned benches but also attending lectures more frequently.

It's a pretty fun thing to think about, just how simple we truly are (but like, in a cute way)

"ohh my god you can't just-"

Am I yours to command? Does the collar 'round my neck have your name on it? I kneel to no king nor god, and I see no crown on you.

To elaborate on this one: it really hurts my pride that I am no longer considered smart when it comes to academics, since uni level is LEAGUES ahead of the ~academicness~ I grew up in, but ah well, I'm, the little simple creature, will get the same degree as these smart people and I think I have less hatred in my heart then them

Maybe I am a simple being. But, consider, maybe being simple isn't all that bad. Maybe, just maybe, being intelligent isn't all that fun. Just a thought.

Maybe I am a simple being. But, consider, maybe being simple isn't all that bad. Maybe, just maybe, being intelligent isn't all that fun. Just a thought.

those are my loves 🥺

I'm a huge hypocrite, if we're being honest. If I haven't had a beverage and it's been dark for too long I'll be like "nothing has ever been good and I shall die ;__;" but as soon as I get a little sip of water and it's sunny outside I'm like nvm I'm thriving I love life :)

But if my houseplants do that exact same thing, I'll call evert single one of them an overdramatic bitch.

Me: "With the new semester, there's this tenses within me, a worry, a fear of falling behind (again) like last semester"

Me, smart: "Okay, so you should, like, try to get ahead, y'know, look at lecture slides before class, read the must rea-"

Me, or rather, the anxious goblin in my head: "HOW ABOUT WE REARRANGE THE FURNITURE INSTEAD???"

"getting laid" is very hot and sexy. "getting off"? great news as well. so you would think "getting laid off" would be wonderful news for your penis. but alas

Man, I'm having such a weirdly nostalgic time with Love and deepspace, not because anything in that game is nostalgic in specific but the way it CONSUMES my waking thoughts, the way I CANNOT stop reading fanfiction, and the pain of not being able to play the game itself due not having any device to run it on pains me. And THAT is nostalgic, the way Undertale and the FNAF games formed me during my younger years despite not being able to play them, the way the community fed me well, kept me interested, engaged, it really is a very fun part of the internet

I want to pick your brain more about Caleb being the livestock guardian and the wolf at the same time. That part haunts me. Canine imagery for him >>>

That contradiction — the livestock guardian and the wolf — is at the very heart of Caleb. Emphasizing his duality aside, it’s a paradox that exists within him, one that he’s aware of, one that he chooses to live with rather than resolve. Because at his core, he is both the devoted protector and the ravenous beast, and both of them love you. Both of them serve you, in their own way.

The livestock guardian dog is bred to protect the flock, to dedicate its life to something weaker, something soft. It stands between the sheep and the wolves, fangs bared, willing to die for the creatures that will never understand what it’s doing for them. It is gentle with them, careful, soft-mouthed, lowering itself to their level so they will trust it. Do not fear me. I am here for you.

He was raised to be good, to be devoted, to be steadfast. A creature made to guard, to serve, to dedicate himself to something more important than his own desires. A dog trained to protect the flock, to live among the sheep, to love them with a quiet, patient devotion. His purpose has always been clear: keep you safe. Keep you fed. Keep you warm. The world is full of danger, full of wolves with their snapping jaws and greedy eyes, and it is his duty to keep them at bay.

He is yours. He always has been. If you told him to sit, he would. If you told him to stay, he wouldn’t move from that spot until his body gave out. If you told him to die for you, he would do it without hesitation. And he doesn’t think of this as a burden — it’s his purpose. He finds fulfillment in it, in watching over you, in being something you trust. You call his name, and he comes to you. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he stays still so you won’t move away. You let him linger close, let him take care of you, and it is enough. It has to be enough.

But a guardian dog is still a dog. Still a thing with instincts, still a thing that can be pushed. If the sheep do not trust it, if the shepherd does not guide it, if it is alone too long — if it's left hungry for too long, if it's is abandoned, if it loses the reason — then something inside it shifts. It begins to realize that it does not need a flock. That it has teeth for a reason. And then, with time, with neglect, with just the right set of circumstances—

The guardian turns feral. The thing that once protected the sheep remembers that it is, at its core, an animal with hunger, with wants, and it turns on the very things it swore to protect.

Caleb is the dog that never turned. He is the one that still guards you, still waits at your side, still lives with his body between you and the world, because that is what he chooses. But—

There is a wolf inside him. He wasn't born tame. This is the reason why you think he's changed.

It is not a corruption, not a failing, not a sickness. It is simply there, as much a part of him as the loyalty, as the tenderness, as the quiet way he looks at you like you are something holy. The wolf is not cruel. It is not mindless. It does not wish to harm. But it wants.

You have never had to see it because he never let you — but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. You think his hands were made to shield, to soothe, but that is only because he has never let you see the way they were also made to hold, to grip, to take.

He is the thing in the woods. The thing that lingers just beyond the firelight, just past the safe glow of home. He is the thing that wants to rip and tear, but not to destroy — not to kill. No, that would be too easy. He does not want to ruin you. He wants you to remain by his side forever.

And he knows that if he ever so much as breathes wrong, if he ever lets you see the way he looks at you when your back is turned, you would run.

So he stays where you left him. He plays the part he always has. The good boy. The guardian. The one you trust.

But when you press your cheek against his shoulder and sigh, when you curl your fingers around his wrist without thinking, when you whisper his name in the dark, he knows. He knows.

You do not understand what it means to press yourself into the waiting jaws of something that would never bite you but still wants to.

You do not understand that when you lean into him, when you trust him, you are feeding the very thing he is trying to starve.

And the thing is — both the dog and the wolf want the same thing.

To have you.

The dog wants to guard you, to protect you, to keep you safe in the way that all guardians do — by being a silent, unseen force, by waiting in the shadows, by letting you feel free while ensuring you never truly are. It does not control you. It does not take. It is patient, gentle, enduring. But it belongs to you so entirely, so thoroughly, that if you asked it to die for you, it wouldn’t hesitate.

The wolf? The wolf does not beg. The wolf does not ask permission. The wolf sees what it wants and takes it. The wolf does not serve, it claims. It sees you as something that belongs to it — not because it is entitled, not because it is cruel, but because it loves you the way hunger loves flesh. Because the wolf understands something the dog does not:

The only way to truly keep something is to consume it. To take it into yourself so fully that it can never be separate from you again.

But Caleb — Caleb — is the bridge between them. He has the wolf’s instincts and the dog’s discipline. The dog will heel when you tell it to, the wolf will wait because it chooses to, and Caleb is both. It would be easier if these two things were separate, if they hated each other, if they battled for control inside of him. But they don’t. They exist in harmony. They want the same thing.

The livestock guardian watches over you, protects you, ensures that no one lays a hand on you. The wolf ensures that no one takes you away, not even yourself.

The livestock guardian follows you, obeys you, kneels at your feet. The wolf is the reason he wants to.

The livestock guardian loves you. The wolf does, too. But love — real love — is not just something that gives. It is something that takes.

And you know what?

You never had a choice in the matter.

Not because he took that choice from you. Not because he forced you into anything.

But because, from the very beginning, from the moment you met him, before you even understood what he was—

You made him yours.

seungmin - skz talker!

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okay - kuroo’s character arc is understated compared to bigger personalities like shoyo or more obvious arcs like tsukishima

but his journey from

shy little boy (implied child of divorce no less) who can only communicate through games and sports to

snarky but cool-headed, emotionally supportive high-school captain to

vice president of the japanese volleyball association/ambiverted master manipulator

all so he can “lower the net” - that is to say, make volleyball more accessible to people so they can experience the joy, growth and comfort it gave him?

it’s subtle but just *chef’s kiss*

i love him so much

love how when i get a new interest, i’m like “oh god it’s happening again” and i’m stuck like that for about a week until everything explodes and any interest i’ve had prior is completely dwarfed for an unknown amount of time

can your pathetic elon musk bird site do this?

I'm walking through the Valley of Lies 🌳🗒🚃