#I KISS HIM FOREHEAD
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More spoilers lmao
NO RIOTS TONIGHT BABEY HE'S SO PRECIOUS AAAAAAAAAAAA
#my singing monsters#msm#Ffidyll msm#SCREAMING CRYING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR#I KISS HIM FOREHEAD#HE'S SO CUTE BABEY#I'm SO relieved that his rare isn't ass <3
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Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”
Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”
#grey art#hazbin hotel comic#hazbin hotel#comic#radiorose#hazbin rosie#Rosie#alastor#yay gothic pastels!#love and light to all the people who like doing enemies to lovers with lucifer and al but…#I personally think he responds better when you’re genuinely nice to him 😅#I don’t know I’m not here to fight anyone#you want soft comics or not?#*kisses you softly on the forehead*💕#queer platonic relationship
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Men who kiss your forehead or hand out of nowhere are actual angels on earth
#love#love quotes#quotes#deep thoughts#i love him#iwaves#forehead kisses#hand kiss#intimacy#princesst
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In this house, we cherish Helpy. We thank him for his hard work and pat his head and give him all the candy that he wants because is a good and lovable little cub!!
#I forgot to make him look like a robot haha whoops#my love for him blinded me I guess#he’s just my favorite little skrunkly and I will be among his top defenders forever#I am kissing him on the forehead#Helpy fnaf#freddy fazbears pizzeria simulator#Michael afton#art#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#Helpy
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if u asked him to put it on he would. only because he loves u so much and knows how happy u would be <3
#my art#bg3 gale#bg3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#baldur's gate 3 gale#baldur's gate 3#I PUT GRAY IN HIS HAIR BC ITS HOT#IDC WHATS CANON OR NOT#ok but like? smash#SJKHSDJFD AHHAAH#gods i would let him read me a bed time story then kiss my forehead gn#omg i love him i would die for him#hes so soft and so anxious!!!!! like omg i cant believe im wearing this but.. u like it??#skjfdd#he is a people pleaser
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DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir
#dpsedit#deadpoetssocietyedit#toddandersonedit#john keating#todd anderson#dps#dead poets society#useraish#tuserkaren#mialook#usernivi#tusermiles#userrlaura#dailyflicks#*mine#*mygifs#todd is literally so brave for dealing with that#and he came up with a banger of a poem#who is doing it like him ?#like todd anderson is literally my bestie and i love him so much and i love his arc so much within this movie#cupping his face in my hands and giving him a kiss on the forehead <3 <3 <3#also what if i said todd anderson is literally me !#very reminiscent of that time my theatre 101 (or whatever the class was) sub was talking about body language#and he was all like shy people tend to make themselves seem smaller and hide themselves with their body#and he like looked over at me and i was like all scrunched up in the chair with my knees to my chest#also i was like fourteen and it was like a month into the class and i wanted to die right there and then#it was honestly really embarrassing and i still think about it like six years later !
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missing him hours
#hades game#hades 2#hades supergiant#hades hypnos#hypnos hades#mmarts#didnt have the powers to color rn uehg#i cant draw properly in mornings for some reason#only 3am i get to be in the zone#anyway wwwww i mis himmmm#sad that we didnt have a weapon aspect#BUT#THERES STULL HOPE FOR A COMPANIAON GUYS SOBSOBSOB#wwww#PLSPLSPLS LET IT BE a lil sheep#actually ill take anything#i care him okay lol#`(*>﹏<*)′#WE TALKED IN THE DREAM KIND OF BUT ILL TAKE IT Oughughughuh uhuhghdjhgdjghdj meli give him a forehead kiss for me#im going insane in the tags
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Grimlen nighttime attire XD
Idea from this tweet:
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst fanart#twst meme#twst oc#enn#twst grim#twisted wonderland grim#twisted wonderland memes#I will give him a kiss on the forehead goodnight and cuddle him for warmth<3#I wanna pet his lil bellyyyy(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`)#babyyyyyyy#grimmyyyyyy
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SUGGESTION — The lieutenant looks like he needs a kiss.
#disco elysium#harrykim#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#my art#my animation#i don't have the energy and time to make a proper harrykim art so here's this for now#also im still learning how to draw harry#harry gave him a forehead kiss bc he's keeping it profesh (it's not after hours yet)#also that quote about something something desire is that it's stronger when it's not totally satisfied
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— your wounds make me bleed.
synopsis. you, being the oh so powerful sorcerer you are, did not even realise the extent of your injuries until you found out that you couldn't stand without the support of something— after defeating the curse, of course. shoko's busy, so, satoru, being the gentleman he is (and also the strange source of comfort you have) decides to take matters in his own hands— while being a pain in the ass, obviously.
however, you joking about your death does not help— and satoru's carefree façade manages to slip, bringing back some memories he had tried to forget.
genres/themes. satoru gojo x reader, hurt/comfort, satoru and reader are highschool friends (frenemies ?), satoru and reader bicker a lot, satoru being a menace, reader is also a menace (lmaoo), mentions of blood (reader is injured), mentions of satoru's past, reader comforts satoru.
jiah’s notes. i miss him so much that it physically hurts me. send help LMAOO—
word count. 1.8k
“tsk. and here i thought that you could take care of yourself, at least,” the white-haired man tuts, and you feel yourself roll your eyes to the back of your head for god-knows-what time again— and that of course earns a smirk from him. “how disappointing. and ah, don’t roll your eyes so much. you might just have a view of your non-existent brain and pass out on me. jeez, i wouldn’t want you to dirty my couch.”
“how fascinating to hear that you care about something, satoru,” your voice feigns bewilderment— a simply amazed look in your eyes as you heave a blissful sigh. “at least you’re not as heartless as i thought. hang on there, expensive leather couch.”
“so you’re admitting you’d pass out, and the fact that you don’t have a brain,” satoru huffs out a laugh, finding amusement in the way you let out a small ‘tsk’ of annoyance.
something about satoru comforts you.
no, it isn’t the comfort that people idealise— no physical contact, no silly gifts or acts of service— it was his mere presence that soothed you, while irritating you at the same time. every word that flowed between you two was either a sugary sweet taunt or a blunt insult— yet, you two found solace in each other in a way that was beyond the comprehension of everyone around you.
including you two.
“if not having a brain will make me cope with your ass, then so be it,” a small smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you watch satoru wrap the bandage in a firm, yet gentle grip around your arm, relishing in the way his eye twitches and his usual shit-eating grin widens in annoyance.
“at least i didn’t get my ass handed back to me by a grade one curse,” the man lets out a scoff. “seriously, how do you even get this beaten-up?”
“hey, ’t wasn’t my fault i only noticed my blood after defeating it,” you say, shifting your position on that damn couch of his, as you felt a sudden urge to fidget with something, “at least it got exorcised.”
“sure,” satoru says, and you swear you could feel him rolling his eyes even through the confines of his blindfold, “very impressive. at least it got exorcised.”
hearing him say those— your— particular words in that mocking, sing-song voice makes an irritated scowl break out into your face, and oh how it makes satoru smile so smugly— making you want to curse the hell out of this menace of a sorcerer.
“you’re applying too much pressure, dumbass,” you mutter, trying not to wince as his fingers tightened the bandages which covered the skin of your hands.
satoru raises a brow, tightening them even more. “deal with it,” he deadpans. “ ’s your fault, ya know? if i keep it loose you’ll start to bleed. again. over my couch.”
the damned couch again.
honestly? you knew that he couldn’t give lesser shits about the furniture, and that he was just saying that to piss you off. and what was even more infuriating was that it was working.
really, years of experience with satoru gojo had changed nothing— and everything in your feelings towards him.
“get it over with the couch, will ya?” it’s your turn to let out an annoyed scoff, which undoubtedly makes the sorcerer let out a snicker of his own.
“sometimes i wonder how you even ended up becoming a sorcerer,” satoru wraps a band-aid around your scratched fingers, “thought you’d leave the job and become a farmer or somethin’, y’know.”
“unlike you, i had spent too much of an effort in the projects yaga gave us in highschool, so there’s no way i’d let it go in vain,” you shake your head, “it would be too embarrassing.”
besides, you’d rather die than see satoru’s laughing face if you ever decided to change your profession just because you weren’t able to handle a curse or two.
“you never change, do you?” satoru huffs out a laugh, and oh god if he didn’t wipe that agonizing smirk off his face within the next second, you’d gladly do the honours— if only you weren't in so much pain, though, “always so damn reckless. it’s a miracle you have me to tend to your wounds, or else just where you be?”
“dead, most probably,” you say with sarcasm dripping down your words, expecting a scoff of amusement in response— but it never came.
you tear your gaze away from the dried gash on your arm to meet satoru's piercing, piercing stare— it was really a wonder how that guy manages to make you feel his eyes bearing into the depths of your soul even though you couldn't quite actually see them because of the shield his blindfold created.
satoru feels a whirl of emotions in him— eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly, and you just know that he is not, in fact, amused.
not even in the slightest.
his heart is racing— and if he had his blindfold off, you’d see how his usually bright, azure eyes had a darkened glint in them— something which just screamed out the fact that he was unsettled, uncontrolled— afraid.
as the tense seconds pass, he gives you a little glare, his expression hardening.
“. . that’s not funny,” he utters, before averting his gaze down to your arm. his efficient hands wrap the gauze around your limb almost in a mechanical movement— the little frown never leaving his face, lips pressed into a thin line.
oh.
your gaze softens, watching the sorcerer quietly tend to your wounds, noticing how his gaze lingers on a particularly deep gash on your leg— how his fingers tremble ever so slightly when his touch stays on the burn for a little too long— you notice it, of course you do.
he's thinking about suguru again.
there wasn't quite a time when he didn't— at least he didn’t show it to anyone. but you, you see him for who he is— the lonely man who’s just wanted some love, and not just the title of being ‘the strongest’— the man who still yearns for his best friend to come back, even though he's . . . gone.
you always see through him.
you should've considered your words before joking about something like that, really.
no matter how much of an annoying bastard satoru may be to you, but still, he was satoru to you. not 'the strongest', not the guy who always had that stupid smile plastered on his face at all times, not the guy whom the world saw as undefeatable— no, he was something much, much more.
you watch his tense demeanour threaten to consume him alive— how his hands shake no matter how much he tries to make them steady, how his shoulders go rigid when they were usually slumped carelessly, how his bottom lip quivers— it was just a tiny movement, yet you manage to see.
how could you not see earlier that you words would've affected him? god, you felt so stupid.
“ . . hey,” hearing the soft tone in your voice makes something inside satoru snap— raising his head to forcefully avert his gaze from your injuries to your face— heart beating so loud that he’s unsure whether you wouldn’t have noticed.
but then again, you were you, and satoru was, well . . . satoru.
his eyes widen— seeing you open your arms with that soft, apologetic smile— and before the sorcerer knows, he’s burying his nose into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tight around your injured frame; his lower body on the floor as he nuzzles into your arms on the couch.
most people would’ve hesitated, casted him a wary look of disbelief— the satoru gojo, reduced to a trembling mess just because someone joked about their death? the satoru gojo, who still blames himself for his best friend’s death? the satoru gojo, who’s known as ‘the strongest’— being vulnerable?
indeed, it is the satoru gojo, clinging onto you like a lifeline, large hands of his gripping you so tightly that he's afraid that you might disappear the moment his hold loosens.
your satoru.
arms wrapped around his neck as you shush him, bandaged fingers running through his snowy white strands whilst his shoulders shake— oh how you regretted saying that.
“ . . i hate it when you say stuff like that,” he mutters, and if you didn’t have a knack for noticing subtle things about it, you wouldn’t have seen a barely audible crack in his voice.
“ ’m sorry,” you say in a quiet, soothing tone, pulling away a bit to stare at his face, and god did your heart wrench— satoru's bottom lip was red from him biting on them so much.
gingerly, one of your hands unlatches itself from around his neck, going to gently slip under the hem of his blindfold — as you slowly pull it down, revealing those mystical eyes of his— so terrified that you feel the fear radiating off him.
he seems so, so vulnerable like this— a desperation and fright seizing his entire soul as he stares at you. you cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing his soft, warm skin.
“don’t . . . don’t joke about stuff like that,” he says in breathless, shaky whisper— eyebrows furrowing even more as his breath stutters, and from this moment on you swear to yourself to never say something like that again. not if it hurts satoru.
ever.
“i won’t,” you whisper, pressing your forehead against his, “ ’m sorry, satoru.”
you pull his head down so he’s laying it on your chest, arms wrapped around his neck as you massage his scalp soothingly.
satoru’s shoulders relax, his heart easing a bit from hearing your gentle tone, panicked eyes fluttering close as he lets out a small, shaky sigh, burying his face into your chest— so desperate for comfort, for some kind of reassurance that you are okay, that you won’t leave, that you’ll . . .
stay.
you run your hands through his fluffy locks, gently easing the tension that had accumulated within him with simple movements of your fingertips— earning a soft, relaxed sigh from him.
“keep doing that,” you hear him mutter, and you let out a hum in response, continuing to massage his scalp. “don’t . . . don’t stop. please.”
this is how two you seeked comfort from each other.
something that was beyond words— something that was beyond everyone.
including you two.
as you two lay on the couch— two souls craving reassurances from the other— time ticks by, but oh do you care? not even a bit.
“don’t leave me,” satoru whispers, and you find yourself letting out a murmur of approval, caressing his hair. “i was so scared, i can’t lose you too, i—”
“i’ll stay, satoru.”
and so, you do. as long as you’re here with satoru, he has nothing to fear.
as long as you stay.
☆ @stxrysnow on tumblr. do not copy or post any of my works without my permission.
#gojo satoru#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#hurt/comfort#sobs#jjk satoru#jujutsu gojo#gojo satoru x reader#satorugojo#im hurtin#fluff#jjk fluff#jjk hurt/comfort#sobs i really want to give him the biggest forehead kiss#aaaaaaaa : '#satoru come back#i miss him#jujutsu satoru#jjk fanfic#jujutsukaisen#come back my blue-eyed pretty boy#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#void.jiah☆
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Kim got like 2 points in Physical Touch
#he fails the check but harry kisses him on the forehead#something something healed morale damaged health#yes i support the 'only kim's ears blush red' agenda#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#tequila sunrise#disco elysium#disco elysium fanart#artists on tumblr#fanart#de#kimharry
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I love aziraphale in your art style omg 😭
She’s the prettiest princess
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"It's like I'm a bad omen." "I'm willing to take that chance"
And they'll just be a fling for now and he KISSES HER FOREHEAD "AS YOU LIKE" AND SHE LOOKS SO GUILTY (about asking for that much??? about not being able to give him more??????)
#figured this was coming with them shacking up so quickly. BUT SHE ADMITTED SHE REALLY CARES ABOUT HIM#AND SHE KNOWS HE CARES ABOUT HER AND SHE KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR#Not! ideal!!! but better communication than SOME PEOPLE#tlovm spoilers#cr spoilers#perc'ahlia#percahlia#vex'ahlia#percival de rolo#tlovm#tlovm liveblog#tlovm s3#he looks so sad about it. mood percy mood#BUT HOLY SHIT THE TENDER LIL FOREHEAD KISS. AS YOU LIKE. I NEED TO WRITE 5K WORDS ABOUT THIS. ITS 6AM. HELP
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what up pressureheads
#sebastian solace#pressure roblox#roblox pressure#pAInter#painter pressure#my art#ocean man take me by the hand.#i fucking love him ur honor#i need to place him in a hydraulic press. i think we should beat the shit out of each other in underhanded combat. kissing his forehead#ALSO PAINTERRRR i love puter. my friend in it.
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absolutely insane i get to draw headscarves again
#kostik draws#secret life#secret life fanart#goodtimeswithscar#gtws#gtwscar#fanart#hes so prettyyyyyyyfnfbhhf#using every muscle in my body to hold back from gushing about how much i need him#whatever !!!!!!#i love drawing patterned scarves. hes just like meeeeeee#gnc king. kisses his forehead. sends him out to the masses#update tumblr killed the quality on click im devastated . its ok im fine . doesnt even get to me#if you want a higher quality face for pfp send me an ask thumbsup
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NEW STILLS OF KING AEGON II TARGARYEN WITH PRINCE REGENT AEMOND TARGARYEN IN EPISODE 6 OF 'HOUSE OF THE DRAGON' S2.
#i need to see this scene right now!!#kissing him on the forehead after burning him half to death is crazy work#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd s2#tv shows#team green#aemond targaryen#ewan mitchell#aemond one eye#hotd aemond#green siblings#aegond#prince regent aemond#aegon x aemond#tom glynn carney#hotd aegon#king aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#tv stills#hotd stills#hotd s2 spoilers#hotd spoilers#aegon ii
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