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#yearning for summer…
beelur · 2 months
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cryobabyy · 1 month
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I'm supposed to believe that Carmen Berzatto would look at a woman who has the big brown eyes of a soulful and charismatic baby seal and be like oh yeah we're 100% coworkers and nothing else?? That his soul does not sing her favorite song???? That his yearning does not grow within the safety of her garden???? That his heart does not soften in her warmth? That he does not sway in her wind or bloom under her sun?? That he does not bask in her rays and wonder how he could have ever lived without it??????????? bffr
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ptieuca · 1 month
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i think kissing a girl would fix me
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eyra · 5 months
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f4gwithf4ngs · 5 months
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wish i had top surgery so when i make out with someone they can have their hands roam under my shirt (or even be shirtless) without me shriveling into a dried up worm
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lunarhode · 6 months
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i am bigger than life. therefore i am almost a god
but i will never be a july evening. 
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ournextdoorneighbor · 11 months
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it’s too hot to sleep with blankets these days.
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shewantsitall · 3 months
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Sobbing over Mom City bc “you’re not lost you’re just not sure what direction you’re going in yet”
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pavstars · 1 year
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jotaro x reader (ft. itty bitty jolyne)
[ crossposted on ao3 @ sinnerspades ]
author’s note: pav strikes again! hopefully jotaro isn’t too ooc, it’s weird writing him so soft but auggghhh papa jotaro.... my heart...give me summer now!!!! 
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    Thinking about summers with Jotaro and your sweet Jolyne, still only a toddler. The sun takes forever to set in the sky, and you sit on the floor of your living room with the fan running on high, staring at car headlights passing by through the screen door. Jolyne sits in your lap while you sit on the carpet, leaning your back against the couch while she flips through a tiny book about sea creatures. Is she actually reading it or is she just entranced by the colorful fishies? 
    She closes the book with a smack and grins up at you with her rosy cheeks, she looks just like her dad you think. “All done!” She exclaims proudly. You grin right back at her and ruffle her dark wavy hair. 
      “Good job, bug! Your papa is almost done with work- I promise. And then we can go catch fireflies.”
    It looks as if she’s in deep thought, and then suddenly she furrows her brows in a look of utmost importance, her little green eyes meet your own. “You promise?”
      You're taken aback by how serious she looks. She probably got that from her dad too.       “Of course I do, let’s just hope your papa keeps his promise as well.”
“Pinky swear it!” She exclaims, holding out her tiny hand to your own. You giggle and lock your much bigger finger with her own, shaking it firmly like a handshake.
    “I completely pinky swear with everything in me Jojo!” You nod and she seems satisfied enough, unlocking your fingers and standing up off of your lap. You dust her little yellow overalls off and follow in her steps to stand up, turning with a grin when you hear the telltale sound of your husband’s office door opening.
    “Papa!” Jolyne shrieks and runs down the hall, crashing into his leg and wrapping her arms around it with a “squeeeeeeeeeee”
      The corners of his lips lift up in a small, fond smile and he picks her up in his big arms, walking over to where you were still standing at the couch by the door. Jolyne is too busy wrapping her arms around her father’s neck and giggling to care that he leans down to let you kiss his cheek.
      “Good grief you’re a handful Jojo…” He shakes his head and she just giggles harder as he nudges the screen door open with his foot to take her into the front yard. You follow close behind and seat yourself on the front porch steps, as does he after putting the kid down to let her run about in the yard chasing the little bugs lighting up the night sky.
    Jolyne is eagerly starts running circles around the grass with her wide eyes staring up at the sky, her stout arms are stretched up and she tries to cup the bugs in her little hands with a look of determination knitting in her brows.
      Jotaro nudges your shoulder with his own (much larger one) and you sigh happily, leaning your head onto him. After dinner he had gone straight to his office much to your dismay. But you understood, he was a busy guy and his deadlines weren’t exactly forgiving. You’d take what you could get.
      “Hi.” You look him in the eyes and the fondness on your face is so strong that you can see his cheeks flush slightly, whether that was from bashfulness or just his discomfort making eye contact- either way you found it endearing.
    “Hey.” He responds back, breaking his cerulean gaze away from you to look at his daughter causing mischief by the sidewalk.
      “You don’t have to make eye contact with me, you know.” You smush your cheek against his shoulder.
“We are literally married.”
    “Well duh, but I know it makes you a little uncomfortable.” You shrug. 
    Truly you didn’t mind it at all. It was a nice surprise whenever he tried to, but you really didn’t expect anything. You knew his little quirks- you had to have after dating him for so long and being friends with him for even longer. If he had trouble keeping eye contact it wasn’t any biggie, he was loving in other ways, and besides it made it more intimate when he actually did decide to meet your eyes.
    “You’re just pretty.” He chuckles and now it’s your turn to flush red. You two had been married for god knows how long, even had a little ruckus of a child together, but he still gave you nervous butterflies in his weird stoic Jotaro way. “I like to look at you,” he continued.
    “-but you don’t like getting caught?” You mused, finishing his sentence.
“Don’t finish my sentences.” he playfully shoves you from his shoulder and you yelp, shoving him back, ruining the rare moment.
    “But I know you sooooo well!” You try to grab at his sides in retaliation.
“Mama and Papa are fighting!” Jolyne exclaims, running from her perch in the grass to tackle Jotaro. It’s a valiant effort but he’s built like a brick shithouse and there’s no way she’d ever be able to knock him over- or at least that’s what you think until he lets her win, falling back onto the porch with a big huff of air leaving his lungs. Your little girl sits on his chest and lightly pounds her fists on him, letting out the cutest little oras you had ever heard. Dear lord, you thought. Not another one.
    She keeps up her effort until finally growing tired and plopping down on top of him with her face smushed into his stomach. “Papa is too strong…”
      “We weren’t actually fighting, hun.” You giggle and run your fingers through her dark curls.
“Mmhm,” Jotaro agrees and brings his hand up to replace yours, twirling one of her curls around his big finger. “Because if we were I would’ve won.”
      Your jaw drops and you slap him lightheartedly. “You would not have you ass! Oops- I mean you jerk!” Your hand slaps over your mouth and you can see your husband’s chest shaking in silent laughter. 
Maybe a long long time ago you would’ve actually fought: memories long passed of working for Dio under the control of a fleshbud in exchange for something, anything, not unsimilar to how he’d met Kakyoin and Polnareff as well. It had been a long time since either of you had thought of your trip to Egypt, but that wasn’t to say you had forgotten about the memories made and the lives lost along the way. He still kept that framed picture by his desk in the office, and you had the same one as well hanging up just outside the bedroom door in a cherished frame.
    Jolyne doesn’t seem to care about the slip up, (you wouldn’t be surprised if she eventually formed a colorful vocabulary living with you and her father), but after regaining her energy she’s crawling off of her dad to let him sit up and begging you to turn the sprinkler on so she can run around. It’s so hot out and she’s just too damn sweet that you can’t say no.
      The next half an hour is spent watching her sprint around the dry grass with muddy feet through her jelly sandals, cheering and dragging you into the spray of the cold water, fireflies long forgotten. You’re glad she chose something to tire herself out with because after her bubble bath you get to tuck her into bed and she goes right to sleep without a fuss.
      For the rest of the night you finally get to take a cold shower to beat the heat, sneak ice cream and eat it on the couch with Jotaro (glad Jolyne hadn't caught you in fear of sticky kid fingers and another bath ) and eventually you're able to slip into bed and wrap your arms around his familiar frame, feeling cozy and content with your little family. -That is until you wake up in the middle of the night sweating to death and wanting nothing more than to be apart from each other in the swampy Florida humidity.
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sghr10423 · 4 months
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bg study from the other day that I slipped a little Sentret into
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her-stars · 8 days
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pottery nights, poetry slams, road trip, and sunflower garden dates >>>>>>>
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fluffyhairedboy · 11 months
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peasunflower · 27 days
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what are rains if not collective electricity breakouts,
what are rains if not impromptu jam sessions,
what are rains if not yearning,
what are rains, if not romanticising the darkness of your room
what are rains if not nature quenching your soul's thirst,
what are rains.
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napping-sapphic · 2 months
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The weather says spring but my heart still says kiss me under the falling leaves😞
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restless-yearning · 10 months
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Might as well take advantage of the heat
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