#Pookie baby

[left-handed-spaghetti]

He deserved the whole world 😞

[sturnioloshacker]

my fav host 😍

cr: sturn9los on tiktok

[cliipsa]

He wasnt shown in the episode preview pookie wake up

[gimmeurtummy]

Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. 💗💗

you too pookie 💗🥰💖🌷👄👄👄

[thesingalongsong]

"When people tell me I'll regret That in the morning I sleep til noon, I sleep til noon,"

[emmyrosee]

Fluffy fluffy prompt to hubby sukuna or whom ever you choose “awnn my poor baby come here” then he slowly walks towards you rubbing his eyes all soft and tired 🥺

There’s a low grumble behind you that snaps you out of your slicing of fruit, but you merely brush it off before moving onto the next strawberry.

Then, the grumble ripples through the air again, and you keep slicing, trying your best to ignore the noise.

It happens a third time. You giggle, “what, baby?” You put the knife down and turn to face Sukuna, arms crossing over your chest as you look him up and down.

He looks childish, with the comforter wrapped around his shoulders and hair ruffled around messily. His eyes are puffy from sleep and his cheeks hold a little flush, but his lips are still pouted in a scowl. “You left me alone in bed,” he grumbles. “I told you not to do that. Bed gets too cold.”

“Is that the only reason you don’t like me leaving the bed?” You ask, knowing the real answer. But you also know he’ll never say it. He’s stubborn like that.

He offers you a roll of his eyes, “yes, and I hate the cold. You’re aware of this.”

“My poor baby,” you tease, opening your arms for him to shamble into. “C’mere. Let me warm you back up from the mean, evil, cold covers.”

“You’d better,” he murmurs, stalking towards you and into your arms. He opens his own to reveal the corners of the blanket balled into his big fists, and when he embraces you, you’re shrouded in darkness but melting into the warmth that his chest brews. Your laugh softly, and burrow into his chest, which rumbles with a hum in confusion. "Somethin' funny under there?"

"Just dark," you say, wrapping your arms around his waist and gently squeezing him out of cute aggression. "I also can't really breathe, so-"

"Good," he says, resting his head on top of yours, tightening his arms to keep you in place. "Won't have to deal with your ass leaving the bed, messing up my sleep." You laugh some more, only to send a few pokes to his waist, making him jerk away from you and loosen his hold.

"Who's gonna cuddle you at night then?"

"I'm a man, I don't need cuddles."

When you do, however, try to get out of his arms, he grumbles and pulls you tighter again, with an annoyed grunt. "No."

"That's what I thought, Sukuna."

[emthimofnight]

baby pukei-pukei I owe you my life

[reedrchards]

my favourite javier peña outfits: laredo plaid

[magmary]

Sketchy sketches

[whalesharkstho]

silly jazz doodle i love him to pieces <3 (pose by @//_doodles_i_guess_ on tiktok)

[darkcolorphantom]

i just want to say that when she...

and may i add:

that's all!

[margarets-flowers]

POOKIE!!!!!! MY BABY!!!!! He looks like he’s gonna bite someone but it’s ok cause i love him sm

little nano save me

little nano

save me little nano

[antikr1sta]

'samu.. stop looking at me like that >:(

im falling behind on exam assignments and just suffering in general but at least there's mackerel T~T

[high-in-the-tower]

It actually meant so much to me to see the original Mina/Jonathan dynamic honoured in Nosferatu (2024). The way they loved each other so much, did everything for the other, clung to each other in the face of the Count's individual assaults upon them...I'm so used to seeing adaptations take this actually really great couple and tossing them into a blender for the sake of propping up the Count's character and his *not book accurate* relationship with Mina. I was so worried going into this movie I'd been hyping up since the beginning that it would fall into the same trap, and it soothed my fears immediately. The only straight couple ever in my eyes <3

[lex-dr4ws]

[slttygeto]

do you ever just sit back and think of how absolutely pouty gojo can be? most of the time he’s goofy, he teases, he’s playful—but then he slips and acts like his teenager self and pouts over the smallest things.

there’s this game on his phone—a sheep filter on tiktok and he cannot for the love of god get that damn sheep to slide down and between the two bricks. he sighs and tries again, and then again and again—

“oh man! what the fuck—this is- ugh.” he slams his phone down next to you and you grab it with a quirked eyebrow.

“what’s this?”

“a stupid filter—i swear, whoever made it knows that it’s impossible to get it.”

“I think I got.” you show him the screen and his eyes widen in shock when he sees the “you win!” in green. he grabs his phone from you.

“what?! I’ve been trying since yesterday how did you-“

“I’m lucky,” you say in a sing-song voice and you see your boyfriend slump on the couch. his pretty lips pout and you have to hold back a laugh.

“satoruuuu,” you tease him. “are you pouting?”

“leave me alone.”

“wow, didn’t know my boyfriend was a sore loser, a pouty one too.” your finger traces his lips before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“it’s okay, at least you won over something else.” satoru eyes you weirdly.

“which is?”

“my heart.” you grin at him and when he looks away from you, you are shocked at what you notice.

“are you blushing?!”

“I said leave me alone!”