#tini lockscreen

[watzuu-lmk]

Tread where you go

[landoncrris]

he is so boyfriend shaped 🤭💘💕💞💖💓💗

[taylorswiftt1]

Tini

[flvrnne]

can you do martina tini stoessel icons (shes spanish singer) and bts jungkook headers please?

late but here it is. headers © to the owners.

[altairasart]

I MADE THIS WALLPAPERS OF MY CHARACTERS HAHAHA, I had never tried to make wallpapers of my characters, it's nice to experiment with them

[youmaycallmebrian]

Shoutout to the 3 year old kid i'm babysitting who saw Astarion as my lockscreen on my phone and asked "is it your dad?"

[deadsince1973]

One Tiny Fox July calandar

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[stuffsmartina]

like/reblog if you save♡

[e1phoriaa]

♡ wonho ex-monsta x atual solista. !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤlockscreen simple edit . . .

[tardis--dreams]

This is my new favorite homescreen background

[professorinsin]

Tipu Sultan's summer palace, Bengaluru 2022

[taylorswiftt1]

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

DAMNIT

aftg fans may disagree on this one but kevin day and his most beautiful daughter ever

[sahkuna]

wanted to write a drabble about this canon factoid about gojo and his inoue waka lockscreen. ugh, he's such a loser i miss him.

☆ — gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff, set in 2007, pining gojo, percieved to be in the same universe as not so invisible string (but can be read as a standalone) so also tagging eventual friends to lovers…

“You’ll never get a girlfriend if you keep that as your phone’s wallpaper,” Shoko says as she scrunches her nose in disdain at the promiscuous photo of Inoue Waka clad in a tiny baby blue two-piece bathing suit. 

Stunned by her sudden accusatory (and unprovoked) comment, Gojo blinks at his home screen once, then twice before he slides his gaze sideways to the brunette beside him. Shoko’s still looking at him as if he had pissed his pants or something, her judging gaze flitting back between him and his flip phone.

What’s wrong with his wallpaper? 

Gojo didn’t think much of it when he set it on his phone last week. Even Geto hadn’t shown much of a reaction when he got a glimpse of the new home screen. Inoue’s a beautiful woman and this photo of her on the beach doused with seawater complimented her features really well. 

Straightening his posture in his chair, Gojo juts out his chin a little, ready to shut down Shoko’s slander on his choice of wallpaper. “Well, I think it’s quite nice—”

“It’s too horny.”

He cringes a bit at that.

Shoko waves a dismissive hand in the air, unbothered about how Gojo’s eyebrows are tightly pinched together with artificial offence and betrayal. She quickly follows her statement with, “Your lock screen is the first thing people see when you show them your phone, right?”

A wounded pout is the only response Shoko gets, so she continues. “So make it something meaningful. Just… just anything but that,” she scoffs, harshly pointing a pale pink nail at the offending picture.

Something meaningful, huh?

Gojo presses his cheek into his palm and thinks of a million and one things he could set his screen to. Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head— shining light onto every crevice in his mind— he’s presented with the one.

Easy.

You’re supposed to be studying.

Supposed to.

But for the past fifteen minutes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. No matter which direction you swivel your head, whether toward the bookcases or the nearly vacant tables behind you, you find no one here besides you and the librarian. 

You conclude that you’re just tired, especially considering how extensive your studying has been within the last hour.

You turn your focus back to your notes and reread the line you last left off on, writing notes along the way. 

The abrupt sound of what you assume to be a camera shuttering quickly pulls you out of concentration. You seize your writing and glance around the library, silently looking for the suspect behind the noise. 

Who the hell would be taking pictures of you in the middle of a library?

You turn your head to the left and lo and behold, a few chairs across from your seat and the vast mass of your notes and books scattered across the wooden table sits Gojo Satoru.

It was as if he materialized out of nowhere.

Upon being caught, a gleeful grin spreads across his lips and his cheeks pop with a healthy, bright hue. Since there was no need to hide in plain sight any longer, Gojo slid out of his chair and into the one seated right across from you.

Your senior gives you a two-fingered salute. “Hey.” 

That’s all he offers you before he raises his flip phone camera to eye-level view and snaps another picture of you.

“Don’t you ‘hey’ me,” you say, trying to swat his hand and phone away from your face. You vaguely wonder if he was ever taught the golden rule of how everyone was entitled to having a “personal bubble” around them back in preschool. 

But judging how his flip phone is obnoxiously close to your face, practically trying to get his lens to merge with your skin, clearly not.

You softly knock his hand away again with the back of yours. Fortunately enough for you, he temporarily relents. “Why’re you taking pictures of me?” you ask.

“Why not?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you feel an oncoming scowl almost crawl onto your lips when you watch Gojo lamely jump his shoulders to his ears. 

However, not wanting to give your teacher a reason to storm into the campus library right now and wring you two by the neck, you choose peace and decide to pick at his brain as to what brought him here to you. “Why, though?”

“Why not?” he repeats.

Fuck that, this was getting you nowhere.

“Well, I have some heavy studying to do.” You throw a wary glance at Gojo, who seems to have only brought him, himself, and he to your not-so-private study corner. “So I’d appreciate it if you would… lay off on that…” You gesture blindly at the phone he was scrolling through, pressing multiple buttons to go through his gallery and admire the pictures he’s taken.

“Oh, me?” Gojo presses a hand on his chest in a faux woe-is-me act hoping to garner your sympathy. His sunglasses slightly tip off the edge of his nose and there’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “You don’t even have to worry about me. Pretend as though I’m not even here.”

“Easier said than done,” you mumble more so to yourself than him.

Gojo leans back in his chair, his arm propped against the upper ledge of his seat and watches you, content that you haven’t shooed him away from your presence altogether. 

He keeps this up for a few minutes, and you think this is fine. If he can keep quiet like this for the next 15 minutes while you finish up the last remnants of questions you have left, you’d go home with an empty to-do list and a clear conscience.

“You know…” Gojo suddenly pipes up, and you hiss an irate Oh my God at his antics. “If you look at the camera just once, I’ll be out of your hair. I promise.”

Sighing heavily, you toss your pencil defeatedly between your notebook's pages. Anything to get him out of here, honestly. “Fine, make it quick.”

Gojo laughs, carefree as always. “Okay, okay, just…” He raises his phone into view once more. “Just smile this time, yeah?” 

Behind his phone you see his free hand drift toward his lips. His index finger gently pulls at the corner of his mouth, tugging it into a warm smile. You’re positive that this is a silent request for you to produce one of your own, so you give.

However, your smile comes out looking a bit strained. You feel it, Gojo sees it.

“Wanna make it less forced?” he teases.

“Shut up!”

Relaxing a bit, you try once more and muster up the best star smile you can produce and for a split second, something in Gojo’s chest does a sick sort of squeeze, tight and hard.

If there were any way to describe it, Gojo would say it was the kind of smile you’d request and pay for a print version if it were for school photos.

He watches you for a beat or two through the lens of his phone, his ice-blue eyes are both soft and probing.

Since when did you smile like that? Could you do that more around him? How can he get you to—

“Hurry, please,” you say through clenched teeth, keeping your posture.

Ah, right.

Thumb hovering over the OK button, Gojo quickly snaps your photo.

“Happy now?” 

It’s a rhetorical question, but Gojo nods all the same, grateful for your cooperation, regardless of how brief it was. 

“Where’s this even going?” you question, watching how your upperclassman fiddles around a bit longer on his phone. God knows what he’s doing with your pictures now.

Gojo glances at you searchingly, before he offers you a quick and easy smile. His eyes dart back down at his phone and reads the prompt on his screen.

Ready to set as new wallpaper?

“Somewhere special, you could say.”

[kitsuneisi]

Omg, can we get a zoom-in of Cub's lockscreen from the daily art? I wanna make it my wallpaper! :D

Here are all the lock screens of the phones for free personal use <3 (sorry for the awful quality I drew them really tiny(maybe in a future I can make proper illustrations with each one of them))

[ilyrafe]

𝒅𝒂𝒅!𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒆

boy dad!rafe:

is conflicted at first, as he wanted a girl

when baby boy cameron is born and he holds rafe’s finger with his whole tiny hand, he knows then and there he would kill for that small human

baby boy cameron has everything

rafe wants him to learn young how to keep the family business, even though you have to remind him that the baby is still a baby!

whenever baby boy shows interest in something, rafe buys everything related to it

shows off his son to anyone because he’s just so proud 🥹

wants to give him a better childhood than he had with ward (emotionally speaking)

tries really hard to be more present and loving

tries not to repeat ward’s behavior

when baby boy is older, rafe teaches him how to play soccer

calls him “buddy” 🥰

tells him “i love you” often

puts him to sleep every single night

girl dad!rafe:

overprotective dad

spoils the shit out of baby girl cameron

oh, he takes so many pictures of her 🥹

a picture of you with her in your arms is his lockscreen

gives her jewelry as gifts “for the future”

buys her anything she wants or that reminds him of her

doesn’t mind waking up in the middle of the night to be with baby girl

calls her “peanut”

melts inside every time she calls him “dada” or “daddy” when she’s a bit older

never gets angry when she wakes him up super early

loves to pick her up from school

hires the best people to build her a tree house and paint it her favorite color (probably bubblegum pink)

attends her tea parties with her stuffed animals (reluctantly wears a tiara)