#his lil nose scrunch

[bishicat]

i want rook to be a thorn on solas' side lmao

[pinkmirth]

shh! he’s thinking!

[sophsun1]

Louis + Nose Scrunch™️

[redrattlers]

throwing rocks at your window at midnight ✩ˎˊ˗

[the-words-we-sung]

All the people are fake, they're made out of metal

[space-glasgow]

i love this shot so much

[demonwebs]

there is a twitch of irritation on the drow's face --- irritation , only not quite . the fickle emotion is a guise for something else , something a bit more tender he refuses to acknowledge .

❝ ... oh , will you stop making that face ? ❞ it's making him want to empathize . how inconvenient . he blames his pretty face , and the fact he looks like a sad puppy . ❝ nobody else saw anything . let's just ... just not tell anyone . ❞

@musezieren liked for a starter .

[lesbiansloveseokjin]

day 79/639 of yoongi's military service

this selca was posted on 131115 with the caption:

Hello, I'm Suga Today, we won the rookie award; something we've only dreamed about. I think it was all because of our ARMYs. To the ARMYs I love so so much!! I love you all so much I cannot explain it with words, we only got this rookie award because of our ARMYs!! Thank you so much and I love you all kisskisskiss 

(trans cr: Christie @ bts-trans)

BTS episode filmed that day:

[forever-not-gonna-sink]

Mama y papa fr

[aylinaliens]

Sorry to bother, can I ask how do you give a violet color to your gifsets? I also like how you sharpen them, when I try my gifs turn out either too sharpened or too blurred. Mind to share your sharpening settings if possible? Thanks in advance!

ps: hope you make more Xiyao and Xuexiao gifsets in the future, those lovebirds are the imagine of love <3

hello! this is absolutely not a bother what so ever! sharpening is something i still struggle with so depending on what drama i gif, i usually tweak it. but for cql i pretty much stick to just these sharpening settings with a tiny bit adjustment here and there. (also!! i will for sure make more yi city arc gifsets because i love xiyao and xuexiao so much!!)

i first start off by adding two smart sharpens

afterwards i use these blur, high pass, and add noise settings. with the add noise action, i sometimes adjust the blending option or if the gif is too heavy/the coloring looks weird I'll remove the noise but keep everything else the same. sharpening is a work in progress but i found that i liked my cql gifs to be more on the purposely grainy side\

as for the violet coloring: cyan! cyan! cyan!! cyan is my best friend, the first thing after i mess with curves/levels/saturation is head to selective color and play around with it. if a gif has cyan/blue you can almost always make it purple or violet as long as you keep on adding layers. when a gif isn't purple enough i typically use a brush and take it to the background/clothes/etc. and change the blending to overlay to make it pop more. for example, here is a gif of wwx that was originally blue.

this is the oringal gif (it's very blue/cyan which is what i automatically look for)

these are all the layers i used. i used a combo of selective color/color balance to create that violet tone and used the brush feature to just darken around wwx head. for selective color i usually just turn cyan all the way to -100 and magenta to +100 and adjust depending on how drastic it is.

i also found that adjusting your save setting also helps improve the quality of gifs. these are mine, especially when i'm giffing cql

this is the finished gif! i hope this helps and please feel free to ask more questions if you have any! i don't typically use psds and color each set differently but i do have a purple/pink/violet PSD i created that i typically just slap on when i'm feeling lazy. i can post that or post a more in-depth tutorial if anyone is interested (but really the key to purple gifs is just a lot of patience sldlskld)

[coyging]

[agreatandhonorablesoldier]

note to self: javy's cute lil faces

[truetogaia]

Anyways

he is such a lil catboy loser man and I need him so bad I need him in my life, in my bed, and in m..

[satorisoup]

@6okuto

Training camp squad💥

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: your boyfriend comes to pick you after a long day at uni. sensing your jealousy about the attention he’s getting from your classmates, he makes it up to you in his own way.

tags. olderbf!gojo x female reader. fluff, tiny bit of angst, suggestive [make out sesh]. age gap — reader above 20, gojo early 30’s. jealousy. reader gets called ��princess, baby, beautiful.’ not proof read !

satoru’s arrival, as per usual, serves as pure entertainment for many students. it’s not often that they get to see such a tall and handsome man around campus after all.

you patiently stand there, waiting for that said man to come and get you. the increase in giggles and whispers around you can only mean one thing: he’s nearby.

your boyfriend’s car comes to a stop in the distance. satoru steps out of the driver’s seat a second later, one of his hands running through his fluffy, snowy hair.

‘. . damn, he’s fucking hot,’ ‘yep. heard he’s in a relationship though. sucks,’ ‘girl— do i look like i care? need him so baaaaddd.’

it’s infuriating to hear those words while you - his girlfriend - are standing close to them. you decide not to give those girls any attention nor do you try to speak up. it’s not worth the effort.

satoru closes the car door behind him, his hands in the pockets of his slacks while he strolls up to where you’re standing. it’s as if he’s walking down a runway - graceful, confident, every step executed with perfect balance.

he can hear the murmurs from the students around, but he simply does not care. his steady gaze has been fixed on you the moment he spotted your figure from across campus.

“cute,” satoru mutters under his breath with a small smile, blue eyes taking in the sight of you standing there against a wall. the way you’re fiddling with the strap of your bag while pretending not to have noticed him is quite endearing.

you look down at the ground until a pair of black oxfords come into view, stopping right in front of yours. you slowly tilt your head back until you’re face to face with the man himself.

“hey, beautiful,” satoru greets, his voice smooth and slightly deep, a faint smirk playing on his lips. his knuckles brush against your cheek whilst he admires your every feature, acting as if he hasn’t seen you in days.

you nod in response, whispering a small ‘hi’ before your eyes dart around campus again. your bottom lip pushes forward just a tiny bit to form a small pout.

. . and there it is; satoru knows that look in your eyes like the back of his hand. he’s seen that same pout before, along with the hint of jealousy lurking behind your gaze that you try so hard to hide.

he understands why you’re feeling that way.

the other girls on campus, the way they ogle him and whisper, it would make any woman insecure. but to him, there was no need for that. satoru is yours, and he’s made that known to every single soul around you a million times before.

perhaps they need to be reminded once more.

satoru wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, his touch gentle and possessive. he can see how you’re trying to act normal, though he knows you way better than that.

the pad of his thumb rubs small circles into your hip as your lover leans in and speaks in a low yet intimate voice that only you get to hear, “oh? look at you, acting all tough with your little pout.”

“tell me. what’s up, princess?” satoru whispers, his breath warm against your ticklish skin. he lowers his head to your face and plants a small kiss on your nose, gaining a mix of delighted yet irritated whispers of the people around you.

“usually you jump right into my arms after seeing me— y’know, like a lil’ bunny,” the white-haired man starts sulking as well, pressing your body flush against his. “where’s my cute ‘n clingy babyyyy?”

satoru’s over-exaggerated whine makes your nose scrunch up, though you can’t deny the truth. he knows you better than you know yourself. he can see right through your attempt to disguise your jealousy, yet you’re still too stubborn to admit anything.

“whatever. come on,” you roll your eyes before grabbing his arm and tugging him forward. you want nothing more than to escape your surroundings. you’re getting tired of the continuous and unwanted attention satoru is getting.

it’s irksome. you know satoru doesn’t give them the attention they so desire - he never will - yet you still feel this pang in your chest whenever you see those girls shamelessly ogling your boyfriend.

satoru, being naturally observant, notices your sudden eagerness to leave campus. he can tell that your jealousy is growing worse because of the other students that keep on eyeing him. while he is used to the attention, he hates seeing it affect you.

the whispers and giggles from the other women are like white noise, insignificant background fodder that barely warranted his notice. you’re all he sees and listens to— no matter what.

your presence, your voice, your body, your soul. . . you’re the only one he cares about. he just wishes you’d realise that.

satoru wordlessly allows himself to be dragged off. his gaze is fixated on the back of your head, a mixture of amusement and worry glinting in those blue eyes of his. he can’t help but feel guilty. even if he didn’t really do anything wrong.

he wants to make it up to you, somehow.

once you reach the car, satoru gently shoos your hand away from the door handle the moment he catches you try to get in yourself. he reaches around you and pulls it open with a soft ‘click’.

satoru then surprises you by kissing your forehead— his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head. his fingers bury themselves in your hair. a subtle smirk tugs at his glossy lips as he senses the envious glares from the other, irrelevant onlookers.

that’s exactly what he’s trying to accomplish. to make it known to the world that he’s your man. he’ll gladly do it over and over again, until all of them finally take the hint.

“ladies first,” satoru gestures, his voice gentle and loving. he pulls back and smiles at you with his dimples showing. you’re slightly taken aback by the smooth gesture before thanking him in a small murmur.

“thank you.”

it’s silent for a good couple seconds after satoru gets into the driver’s seat. he settles his keys into the ignition switch, though doesn’t turn them. instead, he faces you with a small sigh.

your lover already recognises what’s up. you probably won’t talk to him until the jealousy subsides. but that isn’t how he wants to fix this situation— he wants you to communicate with him.

“hey,” satoru tries to get you to look at him. your body is slightly turned away, your eyes looking out of the car window. it’s painfully obvious that you’re upset with him, even when it isn’t specifically his fault.

“don’t hide from me, c’mon,” he chuckles and tries to make you feel better by bringing your hand up to his lips. satoru leaves small kisses on your palm, eyes peering over the rims of his sunglasses to gauge your reaction.

you still don’t turn to face him. you’re too caught up in your own feelings— too stubborn to talk about the jealousy and insecurities that are bugging you. you know it’s unfair to your partner, but you currently can’t fix your own emotions.

sensing your insistent reluctance to face him, satoru places his hand gently under your chin. his fingers curl around your jaw and gently guide your gaze to meet his. the sight of your downcast expression - plagued with insecurity - tugs on his heartstrings.

“oh, my sweet little baby,” the white-haired man sighs once more.

without another word, the gap between you quickly closes as satoru leans in, his lips meeting yours in a firm but soft kiss. a soft gasp escapes your lips at the suddenness of his kiss, but the tension in your shoulders slowly starts to dissappear as you melt into his embrace.

the touch of his calloused fingers on your jaw is a wordless command you cannot resist. the kiss is a silent form of reassurance, a way for him to remind you of his feelings for you.

his want and need for you.

satoru can nearly taste the jealousy etched into your initial resistance, which he seeks to silence with his touch. thus, he deepens the kiss with renewed vigor. his free hand cups the back of your head and gently tilts it upwards to gain a better angle.

“mh. sweet,” satoru’s tongue swipes over your bottom lip. he eagerly swallows the faint taste of candy that you had eaten earlier. his tongue delves into your mouth the moment your lips make way, memorising every part of it.

he doesn’t let go of you until you’re both breathless. the sorcerer pulls back, though keeps the distance between your lips at a minimum. his cheeks are painted a soft pink, eyes half lidded and lips even glossier with your saliva now coating them.

“haah— fuck,” satoru catches his breath while his free hand rubs up and down your waist. he resists the urge to pull you into his lap and ravage you right then and there. he’ll leave that for when you’re home.

his gaze is on your parted lips once more. he simply cannot hold himself back from leaning in. his body moves closer to yours, caging you in between him and the passenger seat.

“i’m all yours,” satoru murmurs against your soft lips. he cups your face as he places a quick peck on your mouth. “only yours,” another chaste kiss causes your smile to find its way back onto your face. “don’t you forget,” and a third kiss finally makes you giggle.

your lover hums in satisfaction. he nuzzles his nose against yours, grinning widely as he successfully managed to coax the jealousy away— to gain his beautiful, happy girlfriend back. “there she is,” satoru coos and squeezes your cheeks together.

you huff at the feeling of your lips forced into a deformed ‘o’ shape, yet the bright smile tugging at your lips doesn’t disappear. “sorry for acting so childish,” you apologise for your own behavior. if it wasn’t for satoru taking the initiative to make it up to you, you would have given him the silent treatment.

the white-haired man shakes his head. he ruffles your hair affectionately while his lips settle on your cheek. he tenderly nibbles on the plush flesh, “no need to apologise. ‘t was cute,” he replies in a muffled voice.

satoru pulls back and his thumb brushes over the subtle mark that his teeth left on your skin. “besides,” he pinches your cheek before cocking his head to the right. your eyes follow the direction he’s looking at— which is your car window.

“i think everyone finally realised that y’re the one ‘n only girl for me.”

your heart drops as you only then remember that satoru’s car windows aren’t tinted. that means that everyone on campus probably has seen the little make out session you had with your boyfriend just now.

your eyes quickly dart around the crowded area. the way your fellow students are glancing at you - some with envy and others with embarrassment - tells you more than enough. . .

you clear your throat and try to hide your face with the sleeves of your top. you don’t know how you’re going back to university after today without facing the humiliating consequences of your (satoru’s) actions.

your shameless boyfriend sits there and grins from ear to ear, proud of his accomplishment and oblivious to your embarrassed state until you speak up again;

“. . satoru, please drive away as fast as you can.”

[stargirlrchive]

i’ve been reading sooo many cowboy romances lately and my brain is turning into mush

but something about simon taking his pretty lil city girl to some worn down bar in the country he loves to go to. loves to see her all dolled and pretty, hanging onto his arm and despite how unappealing the bar looks compared to the ones you like to go to you’re all smiles and giggly.

he leaves you alone for like 2 mins max and when he comes back ur riding the shitty mechanical bull at the center of the room. a flock of greedy cowboys watching the way ur hips roll and glide with the bull but what sets his blood boiling is the hat atop your head. a hat that isn’t his.

he knew you didn’t know about the rule, what it implied, you were new to all this but fuck did he want to rip whoever fucking placed it on ur pretty little head apart.

once you hop off the bull, simon’s stalking over to you, breathing heavily and nostrils flared under his mask. growling as the man—no, boy— takes his hat back and is smiling down at you like he knows he’s gonna have you.

fuck that.

a heavy arm drapes around your shoulders and pulls you to him. practically snarling down at the boy in front of you and places his hat on your head. “f’ck off.”

your lips part in that pretty way they always do and simon’s cock swells at the thought of filling your pouty lips with his cock.

“simon—” you have the nerve to sound embarrassed but he barks out, “now.” and the man before you scampers off like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

you’re pissed off, nose scrunched up and you look so prissy and his cock stirs. “what was that about?”

“there are rules, sweet girl. sh’t you ain’t know about and th’t fuckhead shoulda never placed his hat on you.”

you huff, “what rules, simon?”

he growls lowly, “wear the hat, ride the cowboy.”

your pouty lips drop open again and simon has to restrain himself because you’re lookin’ all shy and innocent now. batting your thick long lashes at him in apology, “i didn’t know—”

“know you didn’t, doll. m’not mad at you.”

your teeth sink into the plush of your bottom lip and you can feel his now swollen cock pushing against your belly.

you had been trying to tamper down the arousal you felt at seeing simon stalking over to you, full shoulders and muscular thighs filling out his denim. hearing his growly voice because someone was too close to you.

you’d huff about it later, but he knew you liked it when he acted all possessive over you. his pretty little doll. his to cherish and protect. only his.

you tip your head back, his hat hanging loosely over your head as his hand sprawls out on your back. pulling you even closer to him. “so, i get to ride the cowboy?”

his eyes gleam darkly, calloused hands bunching up the fabric at your hips before he’s pulling you out of the shitty bar. right into his vintage silverado, black felt hat on your head as you rode his cock in the drivers seat.