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consigliere-vincenzo · 1 month

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the way he threw that bike when he finally found her-

#some classic kdrama 👌🏻#i live for that shit #queen of tears #kim suhyun #kim jiwon

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thelittlemissbird · 1 year

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kateeeee 🫶🫶🫶 how are you bro? <3

Bethhhhhh! Good to see you 🫶🏻 I’m doing okay thanks, you? ❤️

#also good to see that you’re back to the classic username 👌🏻#missed you Beth ❤️

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bluekidchaos · 1 year

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you know what, dare i say it but the x-men movies are kinda camp

#at least the older ones #kurt breaking into the oval office while the classical music playes int he background #😙👌🏻 muah #x-men

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lolaandthens0me · 6 months

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Over your first full year of being 24/7, which diaper have you had the absolute worst experience wearing/using? By worst experience I mean fit issues, tape issues, leaking before it should have, etc.

I’d say that the most consistently frustrating experience over the past year has been with wearing a lot of M4s. There is always one tape that just will not unstick from itself; you need the magic tough to gently wiggle it open intact. Though I do love M4s for their classic design, affordability, thinness, and nostalgia factor. Mmmmmmmmmm4 👌🏻

Also, Meijer brand pull-ups are absolute junk. 😂 But damnnn, does my booty look good in them!

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artsy-imogen · 8 months

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MK have the classical "#1 Dad" mug?

✩ you bet he does 👌🏻

#Imogen’s asks #my doodles 🧁#meta knight #meta knight fanart #metadad #kirby #my art 🍰

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theoneeyedprince · 10 months

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A Refined Taste

Part 2: Sunset and Vine

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Wine tasting at the family's vineyard is something you looked forward to since the day you arrived at the Targaryens' and the day leaves you with a lasting aftertaste.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, sensual themes, reader being a bit horny, mensions of (oral) sex.

Word count: 4.1k

From the author: Thank you so much for the response to the first part! It really makes it more fun to write it when, as a writer, you see people's reactions <3 It's kind of a slow burn but I promise the wait will be worth it (well, at least I hope so) 😉 I went to a wine tasting once in my life but it happened such a long time ago I had to do some research to get the details (somewhat) right.

If anyone's interested, this is the dress the reader's wearing in this part.

Do you want to feel the atmosphere and envision the aesthetics of this story? Listen to Lana del Rey's Honeymoon album 😙👌🏻

Enjoy 🍷

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

A week went by, mostly spent exploring the mansion, reading by the pool and touring the surrounding areas.

During that time you got to know Aegon a little bit better, although he spent most of his days out with his university friends, Arryk and Erryk, Daeron prived you the secrets of the workings of private schools, you talked with Mrs Targaryen about your plans for after finishing your Masters next year and even shared more than polite greetings with Mr Cole.

What excites you the most, however, is a plan created by Helaena to drive for a couple of days to Duskendale—a port town with the Darklyn Country Club that offers rich people to deck their big yachts, host boat parties and regatta competitions. The idea of visiting a country club and dining out on a boat makes you giddy, impatience eating you alive.

So, as far as reacquainting with the Targaryens, excluding the patriarch, who’s currently in the capitol, things have been going surprisingly smoothly and you don’t remember why you were nervous to begin with.

Well, there is one thing that still keeps you on your toes. Someone to be particular.

Aemond has been scarcely seen in this last week. You’ve seen him sometimes in the library windows—not that you looked for him there—or during meals but that’s been basically it.

And, as you knew that he occupied that space all the time, you weren’t able to come in there to check out the books that caught your attention the first and last time you set eyes on them.

It was a bit irrational, you thought, to avoid a place simply because someone was there. But the scarcity of your conversations with him, if greetings and sharing barely three sentences a day could be called conversations, made you feel like an intruder whenever both of you were in the same space. It was better to stay away.

So, as the big library has been out of your reach, whenever you had time to sit down and read, you took out the only book you brought with you on this vacation—Pride and Prejudice. Your reasoning was that bringing a classic with you would fit a family such as the one that invited you. And it being one of your favourites didn’t hurt to do another reread.

Today, however, is a day that forces you to put the novel into your small backpack and leisure in a more active way.

The heatwave accompanying your first week of stay finally let the area out of its clutches, which prompted your hosts to take you to a private wine tasting at their vineyard. Something you and Argella looked forward to with little to no patience.

Mrs Targaryen left this outing in Helaena’s hands as she was called to King’s Landing to help her husband deal with some important family business matters. Helaena told you that in circumstances like this one the house is under the head housekeeper’s, Talya’s, eye. She joked that nothing goes unnoticed by that woman but since she stumbled upon Aegon getting head in his favourite billiard room, the housekeeper stopped being nosey.

You look at Aegon’s back as you all walk down the hill and pretend not to think about that very specific scenario but your mind drifts to the only sibling in the party that’s missing and a picture of Aemond getting sucked off in ‘his’ library pops up in your mind.

You horny lonely bitch, you chastise yourself in your head and decide to count the cobblestones of the pavement under your feet in an odd way to rid yourself of such thoughts.

The path is covered by the trees from both sides, which gives you a momentary relief from the sun. You move your gaze to the trees, observing the gentle rusting of their green leaves, and inhale the soothing smell of a summer afternoon.

It’s not unbearably hot anymore but you’re glad you’re wearing a midi white dress. It's a delicately embroidered and buttoned down piece, made out of a thin but not see-through material, which makes it appropriate for the place you’re heading to.

It’s also your favourite dress you’ve ever bought, so you hope no drop of wine finds itself on it.

You’re in your head—sans the dirty thoughts to your relief—until everyone suddenly stops and you almost hit Aegon’s back.

He turns around and sends you an impish smile. You return it with an apologetic one.

Helaena walks up to a small gate, which has to be the entrance to the vineyard, and turns to all of you as it opens.

“Oh, you’ll absolutely love it!”

She claps her hands and beckons you to follow her with a wave of her hand.

Your friend was right.

You’re surrounded by rows and rows of grapevines stretching out almost to the coastline down below the hill.

The view shouldn’t be as breathtaking as it is—it’s just basically a grape plantation—but for some reason you can’t take your eyes away from it.

You hear your sister call to you and you force yourself to look away only to be met with another stunning view—a winery built of white stone with dark-wooden roof. The building is surrounded by thin pillars from which hang yellow fairy lights and you know it must look absolutely gorgeous after the darkness settles. There’s a space for guests and customers to sit down outside as well as inside, where you’re about to come in.

What surprises you is that Aemond is already there.

Your eyes meet for a brief moment but he quickly turns his attention back to the man and woman he’s talking to.

“Mrs Redwyne?” Helaena’s visible astonishment makes the elderly woman smile warmly. They kiss each other on the cheek and she repeats the greeting with the man standing next to Aemond.

“Why do we owe this pleasure?” Aegon asks and then greets the golden-haired man with a nod and simple “Jason”.

Jason nods in response but says nothing else until he notices you and your sister. Suddenly his mouth shifts in form to a smug smile.

“Just the usual, my boy. Your mother wanted to speak with her favourite business partners but as she had to leave so abruptly we were directed towards Aemond.”

“Ah, right.” He answers and stands beside his brother. You wonder if it’s a way to show his support. The Targaryens run a family business after all. Then, he continues, holding out a hand in your and Argella’s direction.

“Let us introduce our honourable guests visiting us this summer.”

You’re taken aback by the description and you feel a shade of pink covering your cheeks.

“This is Argella, Helaena’s partner and this is her sister.” He gives your name and as soon as he does it Jason comes up to you and in one swift motion he takes your hand in his.

You’re startled by the physical contact and feel even more embarrassed as he lowers his head and kisses the palm of your hand.

“Pleasure.” He adds and sends you a smile that, if not for the scene that just played out, you would find charming.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” You reply unsurely and when Jason drops your hand you look at Argella, whose attempt to bite her lips in order to prevent a laugh from coming out, almost makes you laugh yourself.

Almost, because when you catch Aemond’s gaze, the smile forming on your lips dies immediately.

He looks as if he ate something bitter and his eyes, so different in colour, are both filled with stern displeasure.

You feel judged and resented for something you aren’t aware of doing. The same thought that came to your mind the first day you met Aemond again rings in your head now—if you only knew what irritated him so much about you, you might’ve been able to confront him about it.

You choose to ignore it.

For now.

You came here to spend a lovely time, not to let your confusion, and boiling anger at the guy’s attitude, stand in your way in your enjoyment.

“Do you have a tour guide?” The elderly woman asks, looking around.

Helaena opens her mouth but Aegon, with his satisfied smile, interrupts her before she can say anything.

“That’d be me, ma’am.”

Helaena’s eyes narrow and she exhales quietly. Her bee-ornamented earrings swing gently when she tilts her head slightly.

You hear Mrs Redwyne laugh.

“I see. Well,” She turns to Aegon and puts her hand on the crook of his elbow. “I would stay to be your co-guide but unfortunately time is money and we need to go. Or, at least, I do.” She turns to Jason.

“Me too. But I hope to see your lovely guests some time soon.”

He says that only looking at you and the lack of respect towards your sister makes you not want to have anything to do with that man.

You force out the fakest smile you’ve ever had to force yourself to give.

“It was truly nice to meet you, Mrs Redwyne.” You tell the woman as soon as you turn your eyes from Jason and you can see the change in his expression before his face disappears from your line of sight.

He grunts his goodbyes to the rest of the group and leaves the place with a loud thumping sound of his high-designed shoes.

Aegon’s laugh fills your ears and you take it as a mark of pride directed at your person.

A pleased smile tugs at the corner of your mouth but you don’t let it show.

It’d definitely trigger something in Aemond and, as you can feel his eyes burning holes in your head, you keep your facial expression fairly neutral.

Mrs Redwyne hums and looks at you with shining eyes before speaking to Aemond. She touches him the same way she did Aegon but Aemond looks as if he wanted to flinch away from the woman’s grasp.

You wonder if anyone gathered here noticed that.

“It was very nice talking to you. Your mother knows who to count on when time requires it.”

Aemond puts his hands behind his back and Mrs Redwyne’s wrinkled but well-manicured hand falls to her side.

“Thank you, ma’am. I’m sure our mother will give you her answer as soon as she’s able.”

She nods, says her final farewells and leaves for the gate.

When there’s no one else at the property grounds but your group, not including the staff working here, Aegon pats Aemond on his back and together with Helaena they take you to the underground basement stocked up with barrels and bottles of wine you’ve never seen the labels of.

It turns out that Aegon isn’t your tour-guide after all. The guy was thoroughly disappointed when you met Mr Beesbury as you came up from the basement and Aegon had to abandon the two wine bottles he already nursed in his arms.

“I swear, if you weren’t my brother and we were the guests, I’d be burying myself under the ground from embarrassment.”

Helaena murmurs in his ear as you follow Mr Beesbury to the seemingly endless rows of grapevines you stared at earlier.

Aegon doesn’t seem to be hurt by his sister’s remark. He stops and waits for Aemond, who walks behind everyone keeping his distance, and resumes walking when his younger brother is beside him.

You find their bickering entertaining. The siblings’ relationship is so different to your own but you can see that it doesn’t lack love, even if their conversations might point at the opposite sometimes.

You muse to yourself as you steal a glance at the brothers, who weren’t that nice to each other the day you arrived but now they’re talking—mostly Aegon but Aemond’s wordless replies seem to be enough for the older brother—as if mean words were never exchanged between them.

Aemond catches you at the not so subtle staring and you turn your head quickly, your cheeks warming a bit, and you try to focus on the guide’s words.

The old man explains to you the winery’s wine-making process, for which he’s partially responsible, starting with explaining harvest, grape selection, fermentation, ageing and bottling.

You find out that the Targaryen’s specialise in fruity and spicy wines and that’s the reason why the Redwynes and the Lannisters are the family’s business partners—experts in these tastes and aromas respectively.

You drink up every information that comes out of Mr Beesbury’s mouth and although the manner of his speaking is slow and monotonous at times, the passion for his work overshadows it almost entirely.

Before you know it you stop at one of the higher knolls on which a tall olive tree stands and the view, once again, takes your breath away.

The grapevine rows go down and down the hill and they look as if they wanted to touch the shore below. The sea is calm today and it seems to sparkle in the sunlight. You know that if you stood at the opposite side of the view now the Targaryen vineyard hill would look like one of the ones you might only see in movies, in pictures of a rich Instagram influencer or on Pinterest.

“Are you ready for wine tasting?” Mr Beesbury asks and you and your sister shake your heads enthusiastically.

As you walk back to the winery a young girl runs in your direction, her dark curly hair flowing behind her, as she tries to catch up with the cutest Golden Retriever you’ve ever seen.

Aegon’s face lights up even more than when the wine tasting was mentioned.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” She pants out as she tries to stop the dog from jumping out of its harness. “You told me to let you know once he’s home but you haven’t been picking up your phone, so I came here as instructed.”

“That’s totally okay, Nettles.” He stretches his arms and pulls the dog into a messy hug. “Sunfyre, you little rascal!”

You smile at the interaction and one by one everyone greets the overly enthusiastic dog, giving him pats and scratches.

“Hello, boy. Vhagar missed you.” You hear Aemond’s low murmur as he pats Sunfyre on the side of his belly.

This particular tone of his voice makes you feel warm inside and the endearing sight tugs at your heart. Aemond’s human interactions in comparison with the one you’re currently witnessing is striking enough that your mind makes more space for him to nestle in it. This time, however, for a more pleasant reason.

But you feel like he occupies your mind too much already. No matter the reasons.

“Who’s Vhagar?” You hear yourself ask before you can bite your tongue.

Aemond looks at you from his crouch and, to your surprise, a delicate smile forms on his lips.

“She’s my dog.”

Your eyes widen at that as up till Sunfyre showed up, you haven’t seen any dog walk around the house or around the property.

“The gentlest yet most stubborn Tibetan Mastiff alive.” Helaena adds and Aemond nods in confirmation.

Everyone resumes their walk to the winery and, to Nettles horror, Aegon takes the leash from her to immediately let his dog roam free, which makes Sunfyre more than happy.

You slow your pace and walk up to Aemond’s right side.

As he doesn’t say anything about leaving him alone, you tilt your head up and let your thoughts spill from your tongue.

“Where is Vhagar? I don’t think we’ve seen her around.”

You see a muscle in his jaw tighten, which shouldn’t make you feel the way it does, so you ignore the annoyingly pleasant feeling.

“She spends most of her time… resting nowadays.”

You definitely hear something hiding behind the word “resting” but you don’t want to push him to explain what he means by that. You’re not entirely sure if maybe you’re not pushing yourself onto him at this moment, so you only say “okay” in a soft manner and spend the rest of the walk in silence.

And, as much as the lack of conversation and his quiet and stoic demeanour could make one uncomfortable, you feel the exact opposite.

Sometimes less is more.

And in his case you definitely prefer his silence over hearing any condescending remark coming from his pouty—you don’t want to admit to noticing this detail—mouth.

The weather’s too beautiful not to take up the opportunity and sit outside, so that is what all of you do.

You’re seated by one of the wide tables you saw after entering the winery. It’s surrounded by four tall pillars that support a beam-made roof covered in ivy.

The place looks so unreal to you that you fight the urge to pinch yourself.

You take one of the seats and after an hour of walking around the vineyard, the feeling of a soft cushion under your bum fills you with delightful contentment.

“The thing about wine tasting is that you can try as many bottles as you want.”

Aegon says, rubbing his palms together and sits on a chair opposite you.

Aemond walks up to the edge of the table and rolls his eyes at his older brother and you notice that the left eye, that you were certain to be somewhat motionless, moves almost identically as his right one. You try to remember if you missed it last time you found yourself this close to his face. You assumed it was a prosthetic, from the deep scar running in the middle of the eye and the blue shade of the iris, but never pondered upon the way it works and you mentally push away a question about it, assuming it would be too direct and personal, perhaps a touch rude, as you don’t know each other well.

He rests his hands on the table and you let your eyes roam over his lean forearms as he stretches his back lazily, leaning his upper body down, staying like that for a moment, and you bite the inside of your cheek when you see his muscles move.

His black short-sleeved polo shirt only punctuates what is hidden underneath it and the fact that the only three buttons this shirt has are unbuttoned doesn't help to stop the warmth pooling in the apex of your thighs.

Annoying, you think, that hot rich people can really be rude assholes.

You must’ve looked at him for a moment too long because he catches your gaze with a cocky smirk already on his lips.

Oh, he definitely knew you were looking.

For fuck's sake.

The look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.

It’s nothing like the one you saw earlier when Jason Lannister failed to be a chivalrous prince charming. This time it’s challenging, you deduce, but you aren’t sure what he could challenge you for.

You look away, half-pretending that the view behind Aegon and Helaena captured your attention, and try to steady your nervous heart beating by breathing through your nose.

With Helaena and Argella doing the same and sitting in front of each other, it leaves Aemond with the empty place on your left side.

He doesn’t show whether it bothers him or if he’s fine with it and sits down on the cushion, placing his right ankle on the knee of the other leg. In consequence, his bare right knee is dangerously close to the arm of your chair and your resting forearm.

It’s the closest you’ve been in his presence since that encounter in the library.

You grab the corners of the arms of the chair a bit tighter, impatiently waiting for Mr Beesbury to come back with the wine and make you focus on something else.

When the elderly man comes back, two waiters accompany him. One puts down two beautifully stacked up cheese desks at the centre of the table and the other pours water in the already-set glasses and leaves two filled up glass jugs for later use.

The wine tasting turns out to be more fun than you anticipated.

You get six bottles of wine waiting for you—three for fruity taste and three for spicy.

“We’ll start with a delicate cherry.”

Mr Beesbury shows the black bottle to everyone and with that the tasting begins.

Your wine glass is filled to not even one third of the glass and as Mr Beesbury pours the wine, he explains the aroma and bouquet of this particular vintage.

“You need to hold your glass correctly.” Helaena shows Argella the proper way to place her hand on the glass and you mimic her movements. “Hold your glass by the stem, like during dinners.”

“Don’t forget to swirl and smell it before you drink.” Aegon adds and you observe him intently.

After following the siblings’ instructions, you finally take a sip of the red.

The presentation is repeated again with the second bottle and you and Argella start asking questions as you never took part in such tasting before.

You hum in appreciation of the strawberry taste and hear a similar but low hum next to you but when you turn to look at Aemond, with a glass still in your hand, you see that his is empty.

“You’re not drinking?” You raise an eyebrow at him, swirling the rest of the wine before emptying the glass—all while forcing yourself not to break eye contact.

He drums his fingers on the bent knee and you swear you can feel their falling and rising movements above your wrist, where his knee hangs. As if the vibrations dropped from his hand to yours.

“Not if I can help it.”

His heterochromic eyes pierce into yours, more than probably waiting for you to comment on his words.

You don’t give him the satisfaction and only nod, putting the wine glass on the table, waiting for the third wine to be presented.

“Our brother doesn’t approve of indulgence of that kind.”

Aegon puts his hands behind his head and leans on the back of the chair, letting the sun warm his face.

“I’m not a drinker myself, so I can understand that.” You answer but raise your glass once Mr Beesbury holds up a bottle of, this time, fig wine.

Aemond is the one who raises an eyebrow at you and you feel the corners of your lips lift up slightly.

“But exceptions can be made for a day like this.”

You send him a playful smirk and shrug your shoulders in a nonchalant manner as you tell him that.

Your words are met with another hum and a barely audible laugh, and even though this guy has been nothing but a judgemental prick since your arrival, eliciting a laugh from him makes you feel like you scored a point in a non-existing competition between you two.

The rest of the tasting looks the same but the more all of you drink, the more lively your conversation gets.

And, contrary to his statement, Aemond makes an exception for only one wine in the taste and smell of plum, licorice, black tea, olive and pepper, which you find utterly intoxicating.

Another detail about him you absentmindedly pin to the back of your head.

After the final bottle, which holds inside a very bitter-sweet taste of cloves and a cinnamon spice of some kind Mr Beesbury pointed at, you cleanse your palate with a sip of water as you’ve done five times before, and feel your head get a bit dizzy. But fortunately not to the point of being drunk, thanks to the food.

As you reach for a freshly baked slice of bread you almost knock over the water-filled glass with the palm of your hand.

Aemond's warm fingers cover yours in an instant.

Your breath catches in your throat as your hands touch but you blame the reaction on the alcohol.

“Careful.”

He murmurs and only then you realise that his whole body leans so terribly close to yours that you can feel his breath on your cheek and his knee—not bent at the ankle anymore—presses into yours.

You’re thankful your dress falls down to your ankles because you’re not sure if you could take more of his touch on your exposed skin. It’s enough you’re burning from the currently prolonged contact.

“Y-yeah…” It’s the only thing you manage to say, or rather stutter out, before swallowing slowly.

Your gaze is firmly set on your joined hands until Aemond takes his away, the warmth of his breath leaving your face too, but the goosebumps that appeared on your skin stay for a long while after the contact.

The bread is forgotten and you don’t eat anything even after you leave the winery.

You couldn’t force anything into your stomach, except of a yoghurt Helaena put into your hand, eating one herself.

The lump in your throat like a dam protecting your ragged heart from jumping out of it.

The only thing you could think about for the rest of the day and after waking up the next morning is the feeling of Aemond’s touch and breath on your skin.

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tangytiramisu · 1 year

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You Are The Stardust Crusaders’ Favorite Anime Character

Warnings: None!

Jotaro Kujo

He’s apparently canonically a fan of Shonen Jump, so he’s quite a nerd even if he doesn’t look like it.

He’d most likely know you if you were from a Shonen Jump series or a popular series from another publisher. If you aren’t from Shonen Jump, it would take him a while to consider reading your series or watching your show until he finally decides to give them a shot and ends up really liking them.

Being reserved, he doesn’t openly gush about you, but he recommends the series to close people like Kakyoin (if the latter doesn’t know about it already).

While he isn’t really the type who collects large merchandise, such as posters or t-shirts, he will silently support you by buying a couple of small things like buttons or bookmarks.

While he browses anime stores, Star Platinum immediately rushes over to the stall for your series, much to Joot’s embarrassment.

He will stay up all night reading a chapter or watching an episode when the plot gets juicy. Who needs sleep anyway?

He will shed tears if anything really bad happens to you but only in the confines of his room where nobody can witness it.

Even if he has never told Holly she knows of his love for you and your series and will buy him merch of you on his birthday 🥹❤️

Regardless of how interesting the story may be to him, the main reason he invests in it is you. He just wants his husbando/waifu fictional bestie to succeed.

Noriaki Kakyoin

He’s a big nerd, so he’d have read and watched your series regardless of its popularity.

Before he met the rest of the SDC he didn’t have people to gush to aside from Hierophant and his family, but after having met his friends he would occasionally bring your series up in conversation, especially to Jotaro.

While he doesn’t openly rave about it, his eyes light up and he’s more animated that usual which makes the others interested in your show too and it’s just so cute— 🥹❤️

He most likely brought one of the mangas with him on the trip too and showed the others some cool panels.

He also recommends that they check the series out for themselves and tells them that they would love it.

I could totally see him having a blog where he talks about his interests and comes up with detailed theories. There are endless posts about the symbolism behind your series, which have garnered him a pretty large following. He has a picture of you as his icon.

Would write fanfics of you and they’re really well written too. He gets your character just right. 😤👌🏻

He’s got lots of merch, including posters, shirts, keychains, and even cosplay of you (yes, even if you’re a girl, and yes, he rocks the fit).

He puts his art skills to good use by making gorgeous fanart of you and sells some at conventions.

He sometimes thinks about what you’d be like in real life, how you’d look, and what it would be like to meet you.

Like Jotaro, he will stay up all night watching your show. You can’t tell me he hasn’t finished a whole season in just one night.

He has memorized all of your most iconic quotes and has integrated them into his daily vocabulary.

If we’re talking modern AU, he 100% makes tiktok edits, icons, and memes of you and follows fellow fans on social media.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

He had most likely never even heard of anime until meeting Jotaro and Kakyoin. The latter introduced him to your series and he was already hooked. Mostly because of you.

While he’s more into the classic super hero genre of fiction, if your series is something different it doesn’t really matter to him because you’re the MC and he loves you.

Unlike the tamer Jotaro and Kakyoin, Polnareff has no filter when gushing over you. He will endlessly rant about how amazing, attractive, and incredibly cool you are. The others roll their eyes albeit fondly.

He’s extremely excited when he finds out that he can buy merch of you. Expect him to start saving up for a lot of stuff.

Imagine seeing a large, muscular man walking down the street with chibi (Name) earrings. We’re living for it.

While he may not be the best artist, he does try to redraw some cool panels of you from the manga.

He updates the others about where he is in the series and what his opinions are of new content.

While watching the show, he loudly cheers you on when you do something cool.

Like Jotaro, he will totally cry if something bad happens to you in the show but he will fearlessly do it in front of the others. They all comfort him in their respective ways because they’re good friends.

He doesn’t care if the story is fictional. He holds grudges against characters who hurt you and absolutely loves your friends.

Like Kakyoin he imagines meeting you in real life, but his daydreams are more romantic in nature.

Since your series is his first ever anime/manga, he’s enthusiastic about trying out other series, though yours will always be his fave ❤️

Muhammad Avdol

He’s a very well read person who has traveled the world, so he would know what anime is.

While he may not be a “fan”, he appreciates the art and can be found occasionally browsing through manga to pass time. However at some point he finds your series and eventually grows attached to you.

He’s a calm person, so you won’t hear him openly gush about you, but anyone who catches him reading or watching your series will see a smile on his face.

He will openly praise the creator of the story for how well they had written you and recommended this series to anyone who may ask.

He will occasionally discuss the story with Kakyoin and they’d theorize about it.

While he isn’t an avid merch collector, he does have a few trinkets here and there consisting of keychains, stamps, buttons, and the like. Most of them are (Name) themed.

He prefers reading to watching the series, but won’t hesitate to pop in a cassette if he doesn’t have the manga with him.

Ok hear me out about this one,,, he will probably read a couple of fanfics about you. Nothing weird, but he likes seeing other peoples interpretations of your character. He leaves really sweet comments too ❤️

Lmao there’s a high chance that he read one of Kakyoin’s fanfics without knowing who wrote it—

Overall a very chill and wholesome fan 💕

Joseph Joestar

He likes reading comics, so he’d most likely stumble upon your series in a comic store during his time in Japan.

He remembers Jotaro mentioning manga in passing, so he’d decide to grab whatever was displayed on one of the stalls at the very front of the store.

What he wasn’t expecting was to get absolutely hooked.

This series is so good??? And the main character is absolutely amazing???

It would be so hard to get his head out of the book. You’d pretty much have to snatch it out of his hands.

He’d totally gush about you to Jotaro, who’d mumble his catchphrase and fiddle with his hat, but he’s secretly somewhat happy that his grandpa likes the series.

He would also gush to the others and pretty much everyone about how awesomely written you are and how your series got him into manga, which is very wholesome 💖

Will get into an argument with anyone who dares insult you because you’re his favorite anime character.

He’s a huge fan of the merch and would by anything under the sun as long as you’re on it. Yes, he even has (Name) themed socks that he wears with pride.

He will haggle for expensive stuff.

He has a little keychain of you dangling from his rear view mirror.

He doesn't mind reading the manga or watching the anime, he loves it.

He has cassettes that consist of your most iconic moments; basically retro versions of "(Series Title): (Name) Moments!" Youtube videos.

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moonstruck-memories · 2 years

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Academia Aesthetics

Types of Girls

dark: black coffee and Victorian blouses. Candle lit room and messy desks, blotches of ink staining each page in every notebook. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata playing in the background. Reading the classics and yearning for a love in a different era. Crying over The Dead Poet's Society every time you watch it, watching it over and over again anyways. Winter nights and the days ending too soon, never having enough time. Scribbled notes on scraps of paper and heated debates in the corridor at 9 pm. Missing a childhood you don’t remember well. A warm fireplace and falling asleep beside your best friend. Leaving notes in library books, waiting for a response.

grey: green tea the way your grandmother taught you to make it. The sound of rain early in the morning. Violin covers of popular songs. Historical romances and period dramas. Memorising every line from Little Women. A love/hate relationship with studying. Highlighted notes in one colour only. Thick sweaters and jeans. Converse and saddle bags. Writing in a journal and burning the pages. Heavy clouds and grey skies. The nostalgia found in a polaroid. Scribbling notes on the palm of your hand. Texting your friends goodnight too early, missing their closeness.

light: milk tea with more milk than tea. Blueberry muffins and vanilla ice cream. Taylor Swift and concerts in the shower, belting out lyrics to You Belong With Me. Cardigans and cafes in autumn, the smell of coffee and cinnamon everywhere. Reading The Iliad and Percy Jackson, just one or two chapters before class starts. Driving at sunset with friends. Beige coats and white turtlenecks. Your mother’s favourite tea set. Forgotten diaries with dried flowers spilling from the pages. Sticky notes in textbooks with more doodles than words. Forgetting the little details, remembering the big ones.

chaotic: hot chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. Lost textbooks and scattered notes. Colourful highlighters and doodles in the corners. The Neighbourhood and Nothing But Thieves constantlyon replay. Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde memes. The Catcher In The Rye and Dracula. Debating philosophy and conspiracy theories. Thick scarves and denim jackets. Quotes jotted down in your notes app. Sneaking out to see the stars at midnight and staying up till sunrise. Dancing in the rain. Swing sets and ice cream. Voicing out injustices, dreaming of making a difference one day.

theatre: forgotten cups of coffee. Printing scripts and memorising lines. Explaining common misunderstandings about Romeo and Juliet again and again. Last minute performances. Closets full of dresses and wigs. Masquerade balls and quoting actors. Sketching costumes behind your notebooks. Getting lost in daydreams and performances. Living the characters lives and relating to each and every one. Writing your own plays, performing them with friends. Greek tragedies and romcoms. Singing lyrics to your favourite musical. Re-watching it over and over again, missing that feeling of awe you've lost.

romantic: warm drinks with too much sugar and cream. Red velvet cupcakes and dark chocolate. Long flowy dresses and hoods. Playing Hozier in the middle of the night and dancing alone. Re-reading Pride and Prejudice and watching Me Before You too many times to count. Scribbling poetry in all your books. Sticking sonnets up on your walls, memorising each one. Giving your friends handwritten letters and vintage jewellery. Crying over The Song of Achilles, writing fanfiction to ease the ache. Calling your friends at 3 am to talk about the universe. Loving too easily, trusting too much. Missing a love you never had.

I know these have been done to death but I’m obsessed with these aesthetics. The vibes are just 👌🏻

#academia #dark academia #light academia #romantic academia #theatre academia #grey academia #chaotic academia #academia aesthetic #types of people #types of girls #aesthetic

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nerdby · 8 months

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In case you guys were wondering I don't post a lot about being queer or follow a lot queer blogs cause I used to follow queer rights really heavily in the past. And really I just got burnt out on all of the traumatic stories, and all of the drama in the queer community online. Like I struggle with hyper-empathy and sometimes it feels like I get whiplash from other peoples' PTSD.

And it's like people are so shitty to each other online and all it's proven is that a lot of queer people are the biggest hypocrites. Like people beg to be accepted and to have their trauma heard and validated, but the instant a less popular or vocal group starts to have their trauma heard all hell breaks loose. And it's fucking disgusting.

Like did y'all learn nothing from when Roe v Wade was overturned?

That only happened because TERFs stupidly believed the US government wouldn't overturn the rights of cisgender women in their efforts to hurt trans people.

It's classic divide and conquer.

And by buying into anti-transmasculinity queer people are giving fascists the chance to take away even more of our rights cause they're too busy vying for the spotlight to focus on fighting the actual enemy: Christofascist Nazis and gender essentialists.

I'm not blaming trans women, so don't even fucking try to go there because gender essentialism goes both ways. I'm an intersectional feminist that believes in the true message of the Barbie movie: The patriarchy hurts everyone, including men. Gender essentialism is not feminism. It is the belief that either men or women are inherently evil or that one gender is somehow inherently superior.

Anyone perpetuating misogyny or misandry is part of the problem, and that goes for trans people too.

Especially the whiny zoomers who refuse to go out and vote here. Y'all are fucking giving our rights away cause you'd rather complain instead of make an effort.

And I already know I'm going to get hate for this, but trans women and femmes who hate trans men: Are you familiar with the stereotype that men refuse to go therapy because they don't wanna be laughed at???

Do you think maybe it's possible that some of you have internalized that stereotype cause you were socialized as men and have unprocessed trauma you need to work through??? Rather than taking it out on the people who are fighting for YOUR rights??? Cause they want the SAME rights???

And the same goes for fucking trans men and gay guys who are convinced that feminine men are the root of all homophobia.

PTSD is a thing and it's not something to be ashamed of, and if you think so then you're part of the problem. So with all due respect get your heads out of your fucking asses, stop with the petty infighting, go to fucking therapy to learn to communicate and listen to each other. Cause it'd be nice for the queer community to feel like an actual community for once👌🏻

Sincerely,

A Very Burnt Out & Traumatized Bisexual Enby❣️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

#rant post #lgbt #lgbt rights #queer rights #transgender #nonbinary transgender #bisexual #trans rights #trans community #bipoc lgbt #roe v wade #intersectional feminism #mental health awareness

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 9 months

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Oooh perfume/scent discourse, may I chime in 👀 I’ll take any excuse to talk perfumes bc I love perfumes 😌💕

I agree w the consensus that Gaz would smell absolutely delicious/the best. That man takes care of himself, he has a skincare routine and all. I think on the daily, he would use Creed aventus. It would suit him perfectly tbh. For a special occasion, I see him going for a Tom Ford private blend, tobacco vanille maybe. Ysl’s Tuxedo would suit him so well too 👌🏻

As for the others. I can see Soap being indifferent to perfumes but still putting in the effort to smell nice, if that makes sense. He, based on the mohawk, obviously cares about his looks and how he is perceived. This man walked into a Sephora once he was on leave and bought a bunch of the perfumes the salesperson recommended to him. That could have been Prada l’homme, Boss bottled, Dior Sauvage/Sport even.

Ghost doesn’t use any perfume, and other than a hint of the standard issue body wash they provide at base, you can’t detect a scent on him. I feel like allowing himself something so personal and “normal” like a scent/perfume goes against the whole idea of him putting himself out there as “Ghost”, if that makes sense?

I see Price going for something classic when he’s off duty. Aqua di Gio would suit someone of his age perfectly tbh. JPG’s le male is another one.

Alejandro is another one who goes for the classics. Dior’s Fahrenheit just screams classic man to me tbh, and I can definitely see him wear it. Chanel Allure would also suit him so well!

As someone with little to no perfume/scent knowledge, I will take your expert opinion on this lmao.

I agree.

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