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“How arw you paying for photoshop” im not LMAO

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got ibto idv... help

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im alive

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thoughts on?

No. Thoughts are currently off.

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fugo keeps getting distracted by a pretty regular who likes to talk about flower meanings ( fugio florist au )

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Everything I know about Jo Jo’s bizarre adventure

I drew these from memory without using reference. Theres also some girl with pink hair but i couldn’t remember what she looks like or if she has any characteristics whatever 

“Dio”

maybe also named Giornio idk

theres an action figure of him that costs like a million dollars

“swarovski crystal version”

i bet he has a “stand” which is magic powers or something, they probably all do

“Joe”

the main character

dramatic blue letters appear when he walks toughly!

his name might be short for “josuke” or that might be someone else

probably a mailman or like in the military

honestly i think i might be conflating two different characters here 

perhaps this is the guy who drank some really tasty water and cried a lot, i can’t remember

hes also my best guess for the one who drank pee but one of his teeth was a jellyfish so it was ok?????? puts the Bizarre in Joe Joe’s Bizarre adventure 

King Crimson

like the band. this is the only guy whose name i am pretty sure about

this guy yells a lot

“Abbacio”

i have no clue what his name is but i think it starts with A and thats what I came up with

goth gf

drinks wine with a disaffected look but then joins in at beating up some dude

he might be evil or maybe just edgy

Cleopatra probably

this guy is a mystery to me but he has great fashion sense

#couture

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morning star

morn·ing star noun

1. a bright planet or star when visible in the east before sunrise. 2. the meaning of Lucifer’s name; although the morning star may be the first light of dawn, the sun eventually rises, drowning out the light of more distant stars.

you can read this on ao3 if you want

It should have hurt more, he thought, how Caesar looked exactly the same as he had when he turned on his heel and stormed away for the last time. Not because he was particularly surprised at the accuracy of the apparent afterlife, but because at the time, being younger than Caesar himself, he hadn’t processed just how short his life had been cut; his grief had been immediate and burning, more about his having lost Caesar than Caesar having lost his life.

It had been a selfish way to grieve. He had been selfish, back then. He had believed he was at peace with his regrets, as impossible as he knew it would be to forgive himself for the actions that had built them, but looking at Caesar’s face now, he felt as though he were nineteen years old again, screaming for an answer from a voice that would never again speak his name, or any other.

“Joseph.”

“…Hey,” he croaked, and was surprised at the smoothness of his own voice underneath the cracks. He sounded like a young man.

“Hey?” Caesar chuckled. “All these years and all you’ve got is ‘hey’?”

“It’s…” Caesar. “…good to see you.”

“I wish I could say I felt the same way.” His smile faded slightly. “You shouldn’t—oof!”

When he looked down at his hands, clutching the back of Caesar’s shirt where he’d yanked him into his arms, he saw them unlined and young. He hadn’t been imagining anything. Of course Joseph was, now, in this place, as he remembered himself as he was when they had last been together.

Caesar stiffened at first before hugging him back even harder. It was familiar.

“Joseph,” he began again after a moment, but Joseph shook his head fiercely.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into Caesar’s shoulder. “I miss you.”

“Joseph, you can’t stay here.”

He snorted. “I guess hell isn’t out of the question, all things considered.”

“That’s not what I—”

“Wait.” Joseph looked over Caesar’s shoulder with wide eyes.

Caesar sighed as he extracted himself and turned to watch them once more. “Yeah.”

He had kept his distance out of respect and to allow them space to watch over those who still fought, knowing all too well how they felt. Caesar usually stayed near Joseph, as a matter of principle, but he had seen enough of all of them for the past few weeks to understand what they were to one another, and to see these losses for what they were.

“The older one got here first,” he told Joseph quietly. “Then the dog. And then the…” Caesar swallowed. “Joseph…how old was he?”

“He’s Jotaro’s age,” Joseph murmured. “He’s seventeen.”

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devil like me

does the devil get scared if she dies in her dreams where the earth burns? she cries cause she’s nothing like you, is she like you?

(~6k words of jotaro and his personal problems. can read it on ao3 here if you want)

You seem upset.

It doesn’t matter.

Maybe not, but you can still tell me what’s wrong.

Years later, Jotaro would wonder whether it all could have been averted if the boy’s Stand had a different silhouette. He had, after all, been determined never to use it again, and for over a decade, the World had fallen silent.

Wherever it slept, somewhere in the center of Star’s soul or the chambers of Jotaro’s heart, he had managed to stamp it into submission purely by pretending it was not there. If he didn’t use it, it wasn’t there. If it wasn’t there, it couldn’t touch him. If it didn’t touch him, maybe, even if just for a moment, he could forget. Like most lies, this could only ever be a temporary solution; but ephemeral peace is still peace, and most days Jotaro was willing to take what he could get.

His first encounter with Crazy Diamond had been jarring enough, but the Stand had been far enough away and so focused on Josuke’s aggressor that he had somehow managed to move past what he saw for the sake of pushing the moment forward. He had, at first, convinced himself that he had imagined all of it, that the angled mask casting shadows over the Stand’s eyes really was nothing like the one he remembered.

And then it had turned on him with a sound like glass breaking, and it was so stupid, he thought, that something like this would have been triggered by a comment so flippant as one about hair, of all things. He almost wanted to laugh, but whether from astonishment or frustration, he couldn’t have said. He might have done it, if the roaring in his ears that began when the Stand itself materialized had left space for thinking much of anything at all.

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LISTEN UP

Today I did something that terrified the fuck out of me. But ladies, we all gotta do it at some point. 

I got a contract for fulltime work given to me. 

I looked at it. 

I realized, calculating the amount they wanted to offer, that it would actually be less than I’m making part-time now. 

So what did I do?

Let me tell you, every single piece of me wanted to stay quiet and settle and work my way up the ladder. 

Until I realized that

I am worth more than they were offering, and it would be an insult to value me at any less than my actual worth. 

I have a masters and a year’s worth of teaching under my belt. 

I am a qualified professional who wants to make more than assistants pay. 

Their reasoning for the pay was insurance. I’m given insurance that’s worth a great deal, so I shouldn’t worry too much because that added up to a bigger salary. Except insurance doesn’t do jack shit if I can’t pay for an apartment or car costs or student loans. 

What did I do?

First

I breathed. I took a breath. I washed my face and had a quick cry in the bathroom. Ain’t nothing wrong with a real fast cry. 

Second

I left a note on my bosses desk asking if he could speak to me about my contract whenever he was next available. 

Third

Once in my bosses office, I calmly handed him my contract back and said, “I’m very honored that you thought of me for a position, but I cannot accept what you’re offering me. I have a masters and I’ve taught in this school for a year, and I’d been under the assumption that I’d be receiving a different position than this.” He asked me what I was looking for. I said, “I would work for no less than [MY RANGE]. And if you cannot offer me that, then I’ll have to continue working for you part time until I can find another position elsewhere that can.” I thanked him very much for the offer. I was polite and upfront about my expectations for the position that I wanted. 

I can’t tell you what will happen. But I can tell you that going in there and establishing myself as a no BS worker who looks out for herself and negotiates got me farther than if I’d said nothing. 

I don’t know the outcome yet. I really don’t. 

But I can tell you that he is currently rewriting my contract with higher pay. 

Will it be high enough to keep me there? I don’t know. 

But I do know that today was me putting myself forward and taking a chance, and chances, no matter how small, do pay off. 

Ladies. 

DON’T BE AFRAID TO SPEAK ABOUT YOUR CONTRACTS. 

IT’S FUCKING TERRIFYING. 

BUT DO IT ANYWAY. 

BECAUSE YOU’RE WORTH MORE, AND THEY SHOULD KNOW THAT. 

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. 

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the fact that i dont drink water at this point is just a personality trait, one im unwilling to give up

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I was baking a strawberry shortcake for my mom when I realized that I forgot the baking powder. I began to panic so I pulled the cakes out of the oven; they were already completely baked but they rose just fine without the baking powder? I was staring at them in confusion, trying to remember if I accidentally put yeast in the batter, when I felt a shadow loom over me. I looked over my shoulder only to find Luigi. Luigi tenderly took my hands and told me, “You need not worry, for I will accompany you in any and all of your baking endeavors.” I have never felt more loved in my life. I cried.

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here come dat weeb!!

o shit konnichiwa

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What do you mean that I have to physically write a fic in order for it to be written? This is some bullshit.