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keetika · 2 days ago
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     —   ⁺  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍  ,  1991  [ #295 GIFS ]  HEART OF CHAMPIONS  /  charles melton is korean & white, please cast accordingly and use appropriately. all of the gifs have been created from scratch by me. to access the gifs please click the source link. do not edit, claim as your own or add into your own hunts! time and effort were spent into making these gifs, a like or a reblog would be much appreciated!
[ ! ] content warning: partial nudity, kissing, alcohol
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taylorjois · a day ago
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*                                 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤.
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*   new message . . .  clicking on the source link, you will find 147 gifs of evan mock in gossip girl. all gifs were made from scratch by me, so please don’t claim as your own, redistribute or edit in any way ! if you plan on using or find this useful please give a like or reblog, it will be very much appreciated !      tw: -
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davikahoorne · 2 days ago
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olivia baker, all american 4x02
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bichiiyal · 2 days ago
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ: ·˚ ༘ ㅤnico hiraga gif pack  .
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       by clicking the source link you’ll find 80 gif icons ( 80px ) of NICO HIRAGA in moxie. i made these from scratch so do not add any of these in your own icons packs / claim as your own. also these can’t be used to rp smut. please leave a reblog and/or a like if you use them and, if you can, consider buying me a coffee ( the link is on the gif page ) !
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tenderpoints · 9 months ago
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some of my favorite video essays
lady bird, fences, and why you don't need to forgive your parents
racebaiting, queerbaiting, colorism, featurism, and performative diversity
girlhood disrupted : the pseudo-maturtiy of traumatized girls in film
let's talk about the japanese school girl
the coraline bug theory
breaking down true womanhood & black girlhood in media
bill cipher : one fatal mistake
the philosophy of mob psycho 1000
why only goblins matter
soul eater : beneath the surface
perfect blue : the fear of yourself
the villain of edith finch
art vs the artist
how regular show saved cartoon network
big plotholes in reality
detroit : become human retrospective
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grocerystore-gf · 4 months ago
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A Line made by Walking , Sara Baume //August - taylor swift , edit by @lilacsblossom the unabridged journals of sylvia plath- Sylvia Plath// Wuthering Heights ~Emily Brontë//Mary Oliver from “August”, devotions // Letters of Summer Past by Listy Tamtego Lata VI // august by taylor swift , edit by @lilacsblossom // Mary Oliver , the pond // Gone Girl - Gillian Flynn // the secret life of bees - Sue Monk Kidd// August 3 , 4pm -im not ready//
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spirithold · 11 months ago
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videos i find myself frequently rewatching (most of these are film/television related, with some random topics and serotonin perks thrown in here and there)
how andrew wyeth made a painting
why miyazaki is a true romantic
over the garden wall: why is the unknown so familiar?
ginger rogers, katharine hepburn, and the 1941 oscars
the bisexual anti-fascist (marlene dietrich)
missed calls: a eulogy for the movie phone booth
edvard munch: what a cigarette means
parasite vs sunset boulevard: the disillusionment arc
anatomy of anatomy of a murder
saul bass’s movie posters
we’re all stupid and boring
the outsider’s guide to the social world
over the garden wall’s historical clothing inspirations
the psychology of heroism
comedy dies slow: the marvelous mrs. maisel
late night tv needs to change
the man from u.n.c.l.e (2015): style vs substance
when shakespeare got cool
the weird ways to adapt mary jane
aaliyah, britney, & the apathy of lifetime biopics
why chad and ryan switched clothes in high school musical 2
why megamind is a subversive masterpiece
school of rock’s perfect scene
the movies that inspired knives out
can 4 average people beat a pro crossword puzzler?
how david fincher uses pop music
the beach party genre
how to bring folklore to life
is the lonely genius real? 
in defense of love at first sight
forming real human connections? sounds fake but ok
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keetika · a day ago
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    —   ⁺  𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐄  ,  1985  [ #378 GIFS ]  THE BEAUTY INSIDE  /  lee dahee is korean, please cast accordingly and use appropriately. all of the gifs have been created from scratch by me. to access the gifs please click the source link. do not edit, claim as your own or add into your own hunts! time and effort were spent into making these gifs, a like or a reblog would be much appreciated!
[ ! ] content warning: alcohol
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davikahoorne · a month ago
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laura harrier
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lovemeian · 3 months ago
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wearing someone else’s shirt—
characters ! getou suguru, gojo satoru, sukuna, and nanami kento x gn!reader
i wanted to write something silly, hello silly + fluff! humour, slightly suggestive + because we like jealous boys! + we’re doing jjk now bc i said so, soz + also: sukuna does laundry headcanon lmao + gojo out here dropping people’s shirts like a farmer !
masterlist ; taglist ; your thoughts? suggest some!
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GETOU SUGURU,
he knows every piece of clothing you both own
and he sure as shit knows you don’t own the massive shirt that’s currently covering your body
he’s frozen in the kitchen, making a thoughtful hum as he roamed his eyes over your body as you sleepily pick up the ingredients for a morning coffee
his stare burns despite the serene expression on his face that when you finally feel it, you pause, spoon in between the container of coffee, turning to his kind eyes and calm smile with a guilty expression you don’t know why you’re sporting.
“what? what’d i do?”
suguru has always been good at appearing nothing could get under his skin, but years together had gave you the amount of time to read between the lines.
“where’d you get that shirt, love?”
you look down because that’s not really the conversation you think he’d start with that heavy look. “isn’t this yours? scrounged it from your closet, darling.”
he blinked, smile frozen. “it’s not mine. it’s gojo’s. i think he left it here.”
“no.” your eyes popped open. “is that why it smells different?” you took a big whiff and he twitched.
“love?” 
“hm?” you hummed, mouth still pressed against the shirt.
“care to get out of it?”
you looked up and really watched your boyfriend for the first time, a small smile growing in your face as you skipped over toward him. “are you jealous, suguru?” you sang, eyelashes fluttering. “mh?”
“no,” he said, smiling threateningly.
you laughed, and despite the annoyance of you still wearing the shirt and finding humour in it, the sound calms him down, washing him in a memory of love. before he could sigh and let it go— your arms wound around yourself as you take off the shirt, now half naked in his kitchen and his eyes are popped open.
you reached for his face, kissing the corner of his mouth before cuddling into his chest. “love you too, baby.”
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GOJO SATORU,
most of the time, gojo finds things like this funny
he’s not one to really get jealous, if you catch my drift?
which is funny when you’re wearing a button down nanami left that one time he got drunk in karaoke and the mood changes
gojo wakes up warm and blissful; the weather is nice, he’s not busy today, and you were in his arms. he brings you closer, pulling you to his chest as he snuggled into your hair and neck, and thinking this might be a nice place to die.
“you’re cheesy,” you murmured against his nosing, pressing your lips on the side of his head.
“did i say that?”
“out loud, dummy.”
he snorts. “i love it when my significant other calls me dummy first thing in the morning.” he pulls back, ready to pepper your face with kisses and tangle himself around you like an octopus, he stops, frozen at the familiar button down crumpled against your body. “what’re you wearing?”
“mh? what? wanted to see me naked first thing in the morning?”
“nothing too bad about that,” he muttered, raising an eyebrow as you rolled your eyes. “but no, i mean, why do you think i own a button down?”
“oh,” you looked down and shrugged, wanting to snuggle close but he kept you at arm’s length with a pointed look. “what? i got cold last night, okay? i just found anything i could wear, what’s getting your butt buzzed?”
“nothing’s getting buzzed per se, it’s just, this is nanami’s.”
“oh. why’d you have nanami’s shirt?”
he wiggled his eyebrows. “do you really wanna know?”
“please don’t tell me you did something to him.”
“what? no! he got buzzed one karaoke night. a once in a blue moon. can you—? let’s take it off, shall we? always prettier on the floor. or back to nanami’s closet where it should be.” as he started kissing your neck, you let out little giggles as he started taking it off you, hurriedly going after the buttons.
“that’s not a good segway, babe, but sure. anything for my jealous baby.”
“mhmh, not jealous.”
“sure you’re— ow! did you just bite me?”
he fluttered his cerulean eyes at you, not unlike a cat as he damn near purred as soon as he managed the last button. “you said you didn’t mind? your thighs definitely didn’t mind.”
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SUKUNA,
sukuna will rather die/explode/obliterate/get yeeted than admit he was jealous
it’s not as if you can’t see his face, hear his grumbling, etc.
there are very few opportunities to see sukuna this way, one of them is getting annoyed at how you do laundry that’s not the ‘perfect’ way that he does it (and despite annoying him about that and getting annoyed right back, his way did make the clothes extra fluffier and the laundry smell does last longer), so relenting was easier, plus your clothes get nicer.
fresh laundry dug out, sukuna settled on the living room by the tv, playing some mindless channel. saturday middays had always been a long day for the two of you, but after work yesterday crumpled you underneath, you had only just awoken, stretching and yawning as you padded to your lover’s back.
without turning, sukuna grumbled, “good morning to you too.”
in response, you settled on his back as he said ‘ya!’ wounding your arms around his shoulders. “morning,” you mumbled against his back.
“don’t fall asleep on my back, pest,” he mumbled, taking your hand and kissing your arm.
“‘am not!” you moved beside him, shivering. “when did it got cold?” you started picking through the clothes still left unfolded, plucking mindlessly as you found one and slipped it on, rubbing your face against the softness and the warmth still fresh from the dryer.
but you weren’t finished, taking his arm and settling yourself nicely on his lap, koala-ing and sighing happily.
“really. a pest.” but there has never been any bite, even softly nuzzling against your head. no one else in the world has ever seen sukuna like this, not even his favourite fushiguro. for you, sukuna is soft and domestic, made up of starlit love and dreamy kisses.
“aren’t you even a little bit proud of me?” you pulled back so he could see your face. “didn’t pick through your folded—” but his face has fozen. then he blinked. “what?”
“what’re you wearing?” his frozen expression had melted into a frown, then into a glare once he realised who owned the shirt. “is that that dumbass’ shirt?”
“which dumbass?” but before you could check the mindless shirt you just picked, sukuna was already trying to take it off of you. “hey!”
“off,” he ordered, sliding it off your body, bundling it, then throwing it on the trashcan with a perfect arc. he glared at it. “i’m burning the trash tonight. you know what? might just burn all of it right fucking now.”
“oh my god,” you laughed, pressing him down and grabbing his head to press as much kisses as you possibly can. it’s not enough to take his mind off of it, not completely with how heated he was glaring at it, but you pulled his chin towards you and kissing the pout until he responded and until he was breathless on top of you.
panting on top, he brushed a knuckle across your face. “you’re unfair. can’t even let me jealous, hm?”
“what? so you can kick yuji’s ass when he visits?”
“his ass isn’t visiting again. where the fuck did his shirt even come from?”
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NANAMI KENTO,
this man puts everything in perspective
he puts them in boxes, puts his energy in where he wants it prioritised, and ignores shit he can’t give two cents about
so you wanted to pull something, just a little fun. wear a shirt that’s definitely not your boyfriend’s.
yuji and nobara goaded it, wanting to see how he would react, but yuji’s shirt won’t do anything, he’d just think it was a little mistake and move on
but if it was gojo’s?
“keep your eyes closed, okay? no peeking!”
kento sighed, the book he was going to read for the night settled on his lap with his fingers twitching to go through it. “wouldn’t dream of it.”
“alright. . .” you took the shirt megumi had one of his shikagami take from their former teacher’s room and hastily put it on, checking yourself in the mirror to fuse your hair and laugh at yourself at how silly you were being.
you opened the bathroom door, sniggering at seeing your lover already under the covers, eyes closed and a petulant frown on his face, and posed against the doorframe. “alright, baby! open your eyes!”
he sighed, opening them. then cocking an eyebrow. “i. . . i don’t get it.”
you pouted. “aw, come on, love. i’m wearing your shirt.”
“that’s not my shirt.”
“it is! i got it from your closet, silly.”
he squinted at it, frowning. “i don’t own anything so. . . childish.”
“it’s pokemon, what’s wrong with pokemon?” you padded over, slinking under the covers and nestling yourself against his torso, practically breathing in his scent.
“nothing, i just don’t own that shirt. are you sure you got that from my closet?”
“yes, i did, where else would i get this from?”
“i mean. it is familiar, i guess? maybe yuji owns it.” then he adjusted his glasses and pulled his book forward.
you snorted. of course he wouldn’t give two cents. shaking your head with a little smile, you adjusted your arms until you could peck his lips, giving him a stark pout. “can’t really play with you, can i?”
“you know i read at this time.”
you shook your head. “alright, goodnight, sweetheart.”
he pressed a kiss on your nose before giving you a lingering kiss against your lips, making your body tingle. when you break apart, his smile is so soft and warm and that you didn’t care your little prank didn’t work. “goodnight, my love.”
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made by lavi <3
taglist: @asaitashi, @jadasz, @cafeous, @encrytpta, @omiikeii, @uhhkims​, @iworshipyelena​,
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tenderpoints · 6 months ago
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THROUGH THE AGES
real friends — sixteen / marina — seventeen / olivia rodrigo — brutal places / landon cube — eighteen / perfect places — lorde / landon cube — nineteen / 20something — sza / twenty one — khalid
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grocerystore-gf · 6 months ago
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Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // trend gallery // via @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // via @smokeinsilence @viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // Oghale Thomas Agboge// F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //
thank you @oscarwildeismyidol for helping me with this:)
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