#boop him nose

[sugarhog-au]

New year, new baby art!

[drawnbinary]

[ohfuckiamsohardrn]

we as a society need to be talking about how husk booped angel

[0vergrowngraveyard]

boop

[jkvjimin]

(142/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡

[milla984]

Another collection of Spencer Reid doing his :[ face:

@matthew-gray-gubler-lover @cynbx @reidsbookclub @kissesforspence

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[petvengers]

it helped bucky to chill like literally almost 10 years ago:

and he was far less successful in takeing it off

although miguelito's chances don't look too good now either ;P

[bearlytolerant]

fen harel

[kevindavidday]

neil josten's birthday being one day before april fools like he's so so so close to being the biggest fool of april but tsk saved by the bell (forged documents)

[ryukatters]

from the start — s. gojo ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

⟡ a/n: no thoughts head empty just satoru. annoyed!reader x lovesick!gojo will always hit idcidc!! Also I was listening to "from the start" by laufey while writing this

⟡ pairing: satoru gojo x fem! reader

⟡ content: fluff, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, awkward first kisses, ooc! gojo for a little bit, reader gets called a good girl, gojo's a little more emotionally intelligent than reader, takes place during your guys’ third year at jujutsu high (we ignore premature death and hidden inventory)

⟡ word count: ~1k

⟡ credits to this prompt list

Your first kiss with Gojo doesn’t go as planned.

Not that you were ever planning on kissing him in the first place— you might even argue that it was completely impulsive and spur of the moment. 

It’s just you and Satoru today, with Suguru being away on a mission and Shoko at the morgue, as usual. It's been a while since your schedules have matched up, so both of you decide to hit up your usual spot off campus. Satoru’s treat, he insists.

"You deserve it, after all," he says, slinging an arm around your shoulder, "you've been working so hard lately."

"Are you sure you're not just using me as an excuse to stuff your face full of food?" you huff, trying your best to wrestle his arm off you, but to no avail. If anything, it prompts Gojo to wrap both of his arms around you, with the two of you waddling together in a sort of quasi-conga line.

"Nah," he laughs, and a whispered "just wanna spend time with you, 's all," follows after.

The two of you are nestled in the comfort of the small cafe, tucked away from the harsh bite of frigid autumn air. You have a plate of fresh yakitori on the table in front of both of you— why he insists on sharing when he has the appetite of an elephant, you don’t know. 

“Say ahhhh,” he says, lifting a skewer to your mouth, to which you scowl.

“You are not feeding me.” 

He pouts, head tipped forward to reveal those annoying, blue puppy eyes underneath his glasses. “Pretty please?”

“No, Satoru. I can feed mysel—“ your reprimand is cut short by Gojo shoving the piece of chicken in your mouth. He even takes the liberty to grip your chin so you can close your mouth and chew. 

“There you go, good girl,” he smiles easily. You want to dump your bubble tea on top of his head. Instead, you decide to show a bit of decorum and ignore the overgrown furby next to you. 

He’s always like this. Flirting and teasing and being an overall menace to you. Sometimes, you think you can see some truth behind his act, but Satoru is Satoru and that means being an overall headache is engraved into his very soul. You choose to ignore your fluttering heartbeat whenever he's around.

It’s quiet for a moment, and quiet plus Satoru is never a good combination. You dare to look at him, gaze flitting over his annoyingly soft hair, annoyingly pretty eyes, sharp nose, plush, pink lips—

“You so want to kiss me right now,” he declares matter-of-factly. Those same lips are now upturned in an annoyingly handsome smirk.

“Now how did you come up with that ridiculous idea?” You sigh, slight exasperation lacing your features.

He leans in, close enough to be in your bubble, and pauses for a moment, as if he’s thinking long and hard studying your expression before cracking an obnoxiously wide grin and tapping your nose— “It’s written all over your face!” 

You scoff before giving his shoulder a rough shove, to which he laughs. Satoru thinks it's cute when you're a little worked up, and now he wants to kiss you.

Gojo doesn’t understand why you refuse to acknowledge the painfully obvious tension between you two. He likes you, a lot. In fact, he thinks it wouldn’t be a stretch to admit he’s just the tiniest bit in love with you after all these years. If he's being honest, he's getting a little desperate. He's not sure how much longer he can ignore the crushing feeling in his chest that seems to wound tighter with each passing day he's not yours. And he's confident that you at least somewhat reciprocate those feelings. So why fight it?

“Oh, what? Don't tell me I made you all shy no—mmfh!!” It’s your turn to cut him off, pressing your lips to his softly.

You're not entirely sure why you kissed Satoru in the first place. Maybe you just wanted him to shut up for once, to be the one that flusters him, or maybe, just maybe, you were tired of this push-and-pull dynamic that's been plaguing your entire friendship from the moment you two met. You think you're tired of swimming against a current so strong, that maybe you should just stop fighting it and see where it takes you.

It takes every single ounce of restraint in Gojo’s body to not flail around like a complete idiot when your lips meet his. 

You swear you can feel a slight residue stain your lips. Was he wearing lip balm? 

When you pull back, Gojo stays there, frozen in place. 

It’s almost comical, the way his blue eyes flutter open before they widen like saucers, a pink flush steadily creeping up his chest to the tips of his ears. You think you might have broken him. 

For the first time in the entirety you’ve known Satoru, he seems to be at a loss for words. 

For how suave the Gojo heir seems to be most of the time, you think it's a little funny how you can shut him up with a simple kiss. It's almost cute, and strangely comforting, in a way, how you can reduce the strongest sorcerer to a blushing mess. You’re left wondering where his big ego and all that confidence went.

You make the move to clean up after the both of you, but Satoru stops you with a hand wrapped around your arm, tugging you back down to sit, your thigh brushing his.

“Can we do that again?” Ah, there it was.

It’s your turn to be shocked. Satoru takes the silence as a chance to explain himself, “They say the second time’s the charm."

“Was the first time not charming enough for you?” You tease. 

“It was,” he smiles, leaning in as one hand cups your cheek, “but the second time’s going to be even better, I promise.” 

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost or translate my writing anywhere.

[38across]

"And what's the thing at the end that you do? You do..." "It's like kiss-kiss. It's kiss-kiss, touch-touch. It's mom-son, it's mom and Joe."

[kolbalissh]

[rubywingsracing]

I would ALSO like to present to you Baby in da Balaclava 🥺

[tomurakii]

I know I have a semi-popular post about how Gale would not have made a good teacher and that's why I'm so happy that it does happen canonically. It shows so much growth in him: not only does he learn to love himself regardless of his magic ability, that love extends to others. He can now educate students in the field of magic that has always clearly been his true favourite without being "irked by their ineptitude". He shares the art he loves and his enthusiasm, talent, and newfound patience make him a great teacher. With Tav by his side he becomes a happier, less guarded, more caring person and I can't think of anything better for him.

[leek-inherent]

Here is a drawing of one of my favourite changes in choreography in the Australian deh production :)

During Good For You, after Alana and Jared have their little solos, Alana comes to the front of the stage and crouches down with her hands over her head, completely still. At the same time, Jared goes upstage and paces back and forth very quickly - every time he has to turn around he makes stilted and frustrated gestures as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself. I was very excited by this, as it is so unlike the broadway version of this scene where they stand symmetrically on opposite sides of the stage. Instead, Alana and Jared’s reaction to their feelings are clearly contrasted against each other. It seemed so natural too; while they move in formation for a lot of gfy, here it was like they had to take a break from the song because of how overwhelmed they were! Which only made it easier to empathise with them. The whole song was spectacular of course but this particular decision I think was very successful. I have always been intrigued by the contrast between Alana and Jared and it was really brought to the forefront in this moment.