'what Do U Want To Draw' 'idk, Megumi?'

FOND: 1 : having an affection or liking for. 2 : affectionate; loving.

or, in other words, ROMANTIC MOMENTS WITH THE JJK BOYS

fushiguro megumi doesn’t know how to dance, so, granted, when you pulled him onto the dance floor in a rush of adrenaline he didn’t really know what to expect. he was relieved, to say the least, when you ended up embracing him and swaying side to side instead. if it were not for the dark lights, you would have seen megumi at his finest: pink-tinted cheeks with an adoring smile gracing his face.

itadori yuuji will swear up and down that he’s listening, but you know better. his eyes have been watching your mouth move the entire time, nodding mindlessly every time you look back at him. and when enough is enough, he firmly but gently takes your wrists and places them around his neck so he can finally place his lips on yours.

inumaki toge would have $5 if he were given a dollar for every time he was planning on kissing you, only to get rudely interrupted. he decides that he’s had enough when your lips are mere centimeters away, with his bottom lip lingering against yours — he hears the huffing of his dear (but very irritating) friend, he pulls away momentarily, yelling, ‘leave,’ before panda could even step foot in the threshold of your dorm room. he doesn’t waste a second more, grabbing your face lovingly before smashing his lips against yours.

okkotsu yuuta has to hold back his giggle, shaking his head in adoration at the accomplished smile you have plastered on your face. you begin to boast about how you made the yuuta okkotsu giggle while he just stares at you in enchantment. he becomes quiet all of a sudden, uttering a simple, ‘you are so adorable, you know that?’

geto suguru knows he has awful timing when it comes to surprises, it’s the one thing he wishes he was better at. this time, however, he thinks he’s okay with it; it’s not that he wanted to have you crying in his arms — it’s you trusting him enough to let him see you at this vulnerable state. he whispered a small, ‘c’mere,’ before taking you into him, patting your head with gentle reassurance and soft kisses.

gojo satoru loves nothing more than to embarrass you. so, when you mentioned how much your feet were hurting due to your shoes, he was quick to place you on his back, insisting that he ran back to the house. looking back, the stares you got along the way were completely worth the soft giggles of your lover below you.

Flexible duo I need to see more

I like the concept that Inosuke doesn't care what gender you are, he knows male and female have their own strength and weakness...by his observation with animals.

He definitely was traumatized with otters and mantis.

And whatever gender you are, he will fight you.

my all time favourite comfort film

hannah’s 10k celebration  ↳ ⏰ + Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989) for @torranceshipman

The demon and the butterfly

TW / LOUD VOLUM.

You’re going to give them an identity crisis. 

I CAN FEEL IT.

Es el cumpleaños de shinobu!!

Did you see her birthday art? Why are Iguro and Giyuu always together even though he can’t stand his guts 😭

obanai is giyū’s big brother who doesn’t get along with him and always bitches at him for messing things up and calls him bad names.

me with raizou

losing my shit over this

Renji has Big dog who thinks they're a small lap dog Energy 🐶

smth stupid

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satoru looks happy—the real kind. the kind where his lips are curved into a soft, giddy grin and not his usual smirk. the kind where his blindfold is pushed down to hang around his neck so you can see the little gleam in his eyes. the kind that makes him cradle a newborn in his arms and rock her gently as he kisses her temple every few moments.

“she has your eyes,” he says quietly, tracing over the soft skin of your daughter’s cheek with his thumb. his hand looks rather big compared to her tiny face, and you’re almost certain it’s hearts he’s tracing with each rounded motion.

“i know,” you murmur, watching relief dance around the corners of his expression.

“thank god,” he chuckles—and if there’s a wobble to his voice, you don’t point out. “she looks like me though. ‘s why she’s so cute.”

and normally, maybe you’d indulge him in a halfhearted argument, maybe you’d scowl and tell him to keep quiet for once, but satoru is happy. and it’s not just a thin blanket with tattered rips at the seams meant to cover the weight clung to his shoulders.

it’s real, and it’s woven seamlessly into the crinkles of his eyes.

“it’s our job as parents to think she’s cute,” you snort, “but she’s definitely the cutest baby i’ve had the pleasure of seeing,” you add with a little bit of pride in your voice.

“of course she is. she’s my baby,” he coos as he stares down at her, gently pinching her cheek. she stares up at him, comically small against his strong arms and broad chest, and when a tiny hand grasps around his finger, you pretend once more that his eyes aren’t wet and glossy.

“actually, she’s our baby,” you correct, glaring at him.

“you must be really sad you’re not my only baby anymore,” he snickers, looking at you with his usual smug grin. but there’s something on the edge of grateful and awestruck that’s in his eyes—and you think he stares at you like you’ve handed him a ray of light you plucked from the sun’s core, gently pressing the warmth to his palms and soothing over the cold and dry cracks on the skin.

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