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syunkiss · 3 months ago

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HIII !!! I saw u like jjba. Can I ask for your opinions on the bucciarati team ships? Yes. All of them 😈

oh yeah baby I love those asks :3 (tell me if I missed any)

fugonara: first one... I AM NOT SHIPPER OF THEM BUT THEYRE SOOO........ SOSOSOSSOOOO... YK? Yk what I mean?? also they remind me of 15!soukoku a bit for some very specific reasons /pos /very positive

naramis: I'M ALSO NOT A BIG FAN (i like it less than fugonara) but NOTHING AGAISNT THEm, also i saw some people saying its weird bcus mista is 18 but 17-18 age range is not bad

naragio: I don't really like this one but there's no actual reason to it. I just prefer them platonically !!

naratrish: I REALLY SEING THEM AS SIBLINGS but I also like thinking narancia has a little crush in trish. I don't really ship them tho yk in my mind Trish is a lesbain ((intentional typo))

narancia x anyone else (bruno / abbachio) : fucking NO 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️

giomis: also a nuh uh for me🙅‍♂️🚫 (because of the age difference)

giotrish: THEY ARE SOOOOO CUTEEEE platonically . I don't have anything agaisn't the ship tho I just don't like it for reasons

futrish: I DUNNO nothing agaisn't this one but I also see them as siblings

fumis: nuh uh uh no uh nuh uh 🚫 nope. Nuh uh

fugio: I FUCKING LOVE THEM. I FUCKING. FUCKING LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH. THEY MAKE ME HAPPY. THEY MAKE ME SMILE. THEY MAKE ME GO SUNSHINE LOLIPOPS AND RAINBOWS EVERYTHING THAT'S WONDERFUL IS WHAT I FEEL WHEN THEY'RE TOGETHEERRRRRRRRRRRR GREERRRRRRGGRRRRGRR<3333 GAAAAERRRRDAAAAAAERRRRRRRRRR

fubruno: i really hope this one doesn't actually exist. but if it does. get away from me. get AWAY (i dont like it. I hate it. also theyre mother and son and fugo is 16 and bruno is 20)

fuabba: why would you. why would you even. yk? why? answer me /neg (i hate it. i dont like it. abbacchio is 21 and fugo is 16)

brugio: no. no. Nno. Nuh uh. No. Hard no. Hard fucking no. Get away. Get away from me. Sir please don't breathe the same air as me fucking DON'T💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️ /neg /vneg /very negative (i hate brugio more than I hate ny own life)

brutrish: skibidi toilet is less of a toilet than this (theyre mother and daughter canon /hc (also trish is 15)) i hate it sm and im not sorry

brumis: this one is. Okay. I have nothing agaisnt it but I also don't ship it. i prefer seeing them as brothers/mother and son too (edit: ok i kinda liek it now....)

bruabba: NO WORDS can express the sense of loss I feel as the result of the terrible tragedy that is their relationship. No words can express how much I love them. Normal time expressions aren't enough to express how much I love them. And how I much I love the way they are and how much I love that they exist. I love t4t bruabba and I love bruabba as a whole itself. I love everything about bruabba and I love when they met, I love their interactions, I love their existence, I love them I love them I would give everything I have (except for my dogs) to see them happy. I love them. I want them I'm crazy for them. Let bruno be happy with his gongeous goth husband/wife forever that's literally everything I want ♡!!!

abbagio: If abbagio has 1 million haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 1000 haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 100 haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 10 haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 5 haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 1 hater this one is me. And if abbagio has 0 haters I don't exist. There are not enough words in any language that can express how much I hate it. Not enough words. Not. Enough. Words.

abbatrish: same thing as abbagio

abbanara: same thing as abbatrish

abbamis: not illegal or wrong I just dislike any ship with Abbacchio that is not bruabba but this one is on thin ice because its not illegal

#hellooo #my opinion about ships !!#chuuyanswers 🏖#save

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tsukihimeyfan · 3 years ago

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Okay so... We gotta Talk about Bruno (Pt. 1)

so yeah, I am a weak, weak woman and I said I wasn't gonna do this but the thought won't leave me alone so here you go! A compilation of every headcanon/canon info/"Word of God" about Bruno that makes me love him So Much it's INSANE.

SPOILER ALERT!!! WE WILL BE GOING THROUGH THE MOVIE WITH A FINE COMB, SO IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED ENCANTO AND CARE ABOUT SPOILERS DON'T READ THIS POST!!!!

Ok, now we can begin

(Here's another link to Part 2, just in case, for your convenience)

First, let's start from the very beginning with what we know of the triplets' childhood. He's the youngest of the three, the baby of the family, which makes his later self-imposed exile all the sadder.

Jared Bush, one of Encanto's directors, once mentioned Bruno was the “star” of the family at one point (sorry I haven't been able to find this tweet again), probably because even back then he was the same - always been willing to do his best to help others - and people would naturally be inclined to seek him out to find out about their future… at first.

However, as he aged and people realized that his visions weren’t always positive, they began to fear him as a “bad omen”, and he had to deal with all that distrust, blame and animosity. I can’t imagine that Alma was all that helpful in quelling the ill-feelings against him, since she tends to put the needs of the community above those of her family. The town probably went easier on him when he was small then got meaner and meaner as he got older, since it’s easier to blame a teen or an adult for things than a small child.

We can see in this picture that even as a child he was most likely an introverted, awkward person, so dealing with those kinds of negative feelings towards him probably wasn't easy.

Over time, that kind of thing sticks with you. He probably ended up eventually half-believing some of their nonsense, and started to think of himself as a “Bad Omen”. This is probably why he tosses salt, and skips the cracks on the floor, and mutters “healing” phrases, and knocks on wood, over and over again.

It’s like he’s trying desperately to compensate for his “unlucky” existence, so he has all these rituals to evade bad luck and drive away ill omens. And he does them all the time, even when he isn’t planning to have a vision any time soon, so it’s not just his gift he’s trying to counteract either.

As Bruno grew more isolated, and started to despise giving visions more and more (and perhaps himself as well), his tower changed to reflect his needs, and transformed itself to more easily dissuade people from trying to get a vision from him. One of the best clues regarding this is the first thing you see of the room: The sign at the entrance that reads “Your Future Awaits” sounds more like something you would find at the door of a Town Fair’s fortuneteller than something you’d normally put in your room.

It’s clearly meant for visitors, not family, much less Bruno himself. Meaning Casita, following Bruno’s wishes, made the staircase longer and his vision cave more unwelcoming, until it became the creepy, nigh-unreachable thing we see in the movie.

I don't agree with the impression some fans (and the people of Encanto) seem to have, where Bruno gave visions out randomly, on the streets even, in order to cause chaos. It's clear, both from the way he tries to deny Mirabel when she asks him for a vision, almost running away from her,

and how after Mirabel didn’t get her gift he didn’t try to find answers in the future himself, but his mother had to BEG him to do it instead. Even in the greatest “crisis” his family faced, he didn’t have a vision of his own will. And probably with good reason.

Anyone who wanted a vision, family and townspeople included, probably had to go see him and beg him to have their future read, just like Alma did… and then when they didn’t get what they wanted to hear they blamed him (for shame), which probably only made him more anxious and withdrawn from society. That in turn only made him seem more like a spooky specter haunting the town, resulting in a self-perpetuating cycle of distrust and self-isolation.

In regards to his family, I'm sure the adults tried their best to not let the rumors change their impression of Bruno, but it seems to have affected them to some extent, as evidenced by Felix yelling about how having a vision from Bruno "was a nightmare". It probably got worse after the whole wedding ordeal.

With the children, however, I firmly believe (AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL) that Bruno was and is excellent with children. The evidence is thus:

1. That whole deal with Hernando and Jorge looks suspiciously like something you do to amuse children, especially with the way he took the time to explain to her that it was "actually still him", like you would need to for a child who hasn't developed object permanence yet. Also we need to take into account that Bruno last interacted with Mirabel when she was five (5) years old so... yeah, I bet he tried a trick that used to work on her to redirect her attention but it didn't work as he hoped on Teen Mirabel 😂

2. He's artistic, dramatic, quirky and fun, things most children enjoy seeing in adults.

3. He’s clearly a very good caretaker for his rats, since they seem to be willing to perform any task for him, and they seem very comfortable being near/on him. They all look very well taken care of too. I have to assume that aptitude has to translate to child care, at least a little bit, since both require a certain level of attention, respect and care. It certainly extends to other animals, like Antonio's coatis and capybara

4. The only positive/neutral versions of Bruno come from Isabela and Dolores, the oldest children and the only ones of the grandchildren besides Luisa who could have had clear memories of him. And this is despite the fact that Bruno gave Dolores a painful vision of her own. Somehow, she still understands that his gift was a burden to him and seems excited upon his return at the end of the movie.

5. This tweet by Jared Bush seems to supports this theory

6. And finally because he is just SO GODDAMN SWEET AND GENTLE ALL THE TIME but we'll get back to that later.

While we're on the topic of children: in regards to Camilo's view of Bruno, I believe it was a combination of rumors from the community (like the above tweet states) + being 5 years old when Bruno left (and thus very short in comparison to Bruno).

However, the “rats along his back” bit leaves us with two possibilities; either Bruno’s rat affinity predates his departure from the family, and Camilo vaguely remembers seeing him with them, or maybe Camilo caught him sneaking out of the walls to find food when he was little and passed out from the shock 😂(“when he calls your name, it all fades to black🎶”)

(@swedenis-h made a fantastic comic about this headcanon btw you should check it out)

The second headcanon is more funny but I personally lean towards the first one, since to me it makes sense for Bruno to have an affinity for a creature that is repudiated and hated by others through no real fault of its own :(

Next, let us move on to what we see of him in the movie. The very first time we see him he is VIBING IN THE BACKGROUND OF HIS OWN DISS-TRACK, BOBBING HIS HEAD AND EVERYTHING (I love this funky little rat man)

The next time we see him it's inside the walls of Casita, and we get to see the room he spent the past 10 years living in. Let's explore it a little:

It really shows how creative, resourceful and artistic Bruno is. He seems to have fixed up and repurposed many things to use as his furniture, such as the bucket? he turned into a lamp and his crate-come-rat theater. I also love how he has little drawings of his rats going on adventures on his walls, and how he went to the trouble of building them a little maze as enrichment 😭

(If you want to read a more in-depth analysis about every detail of Bruno's room, you can find it here)

I also like how he seems to try to keep himself as clean as he can: even though his clothes look quite worn down, they don't have any stains I could see, his hair doesn't really look greasy or unkempt, and his hands are clean without any dirt under his nails. Also the clothesline in the background of this image leads me to believe he regularly washes all of his clothes. His mother raised him well lol (or maybe so strictly that even in these conditions he can't bring himself to disregard his hygiene since it's so ingrained in him). I do worry about the rats but I hear that rats are actually quite clean as pets?

It has also been mentioned that they scrapped a scene showing Bruno using pipes to get water to wash himself, but maybe they still make the cut in some way and are what we see in the background of this shot?

AND THEN THERE’S THIS GODDAMN PLATE – JUST THE IMPLICATIONS OF IT MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND.

HE WANTED SO DESPERATELY TO BE PART OF HIS FAMILY’S LIVES BUT HE KNEW HE COULDN’T, SO HE PLAYED MAKE-BELIEVE, TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL CLOSER TO THEM.

HE PROBABLY JOINED THEM FOR EVERY MEAL HE COULD, BUT NOW I CAN’T HELP BUT THINK ABOUT HOW WHENEVER THE FAMILY HAS A MEAL OUTSIDE HE CAN’T SEE THEM AND THAT’S HIS ONLY TIME TO "BE" WITH THEM, SO I CAN'T IMAGINE HOW SAD AND LONELY HE MUST HAVE FELT ON DAYS WHERE HE COULDN'T SHARE THAT TIME WITH THEM, I'M IN AGONY NOOOOOOO (you don't know what it did to me the first time I saw it in cinemas)

And then we learn why Bruno has been living here in the first place. We learn that the vitriol of the townspeople has worn him down so much over the years that he genuinely believes his family is better off if he isn't there with them. He believes that he's saving them from the burden of his curse-like "gift" by leaving, but he just didn't have the heart to truly be apart from them, so he has stayed here. And even now, in this most humble of abodes with little to no resources, he's still helping his family every single day by doing his best to patch the cracks in Casita.

But wait! That was actually a red herring, because even with all the abuse he suffered from the people of Encanto, and even with his low self-esteem, it still wasn't enough for him to leave his family.

We then learn that the real reason he gave up his family's regard, his living space, the respect of his mother, and the affection of his niblings, was to protect his beloved sobrina from facing the same kind of ostracization that he had been dealing with his entire life.

And I think that's so beautiful, especially since up until this point Mirabel just isn't used to anyone except her parents putting her first, and even then in many cases the needs of the rest of the family and the community can get in the way (*cough* like when they don't believe her about Casita cracking *cough*. Still great parents, and I get why they didn't believe her, but I can't help but wish they had)

Truly, these writers are geniuses. They turned what could have been framed as an act of cowardice if it had been purely for himself, i.e. hiding himself from the negative opinions of his community, and turned it into an act of bravery and sacrifice and, above all, love.

(this will be continued in Part 2 because stupid tumblr won't let me put more than 10 pictures in one post)

#encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno my beloved #protect him at all costs #thyf rambles #encanto spoilers #encanto meta

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volfoss · 3 years ago

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how about ranking bucciarati's team?

regret to inform you that ur gonna get a very long answer bc i have passionate feelings about them all! also trish is in this bc she is part of the team and no one will tell me otherwise and will also include some rambling bc it is me and i have so many feelings towards these characters and none of them r cohesive

under the cut just in case (post writing yes it was long)

Giorno Giovanna:

way way more complex than ppl normally give him credit for (i will not go into feelings on how a majority of the fandom treats him unless ppl want me to then i will in fact make a very long ranty post and will not be stopped)

mildly op (esp at the beginning with how hes kind of able to just use his stand really well w no problems altho i think thats true of most of the jojos that we have seen animated?)

i am emotionally attached to him and want to give him a big hug

hes just a kinda goofy kid and is maybe a bit not good with figuring out hey this is a semi dangerous situation maybe i shouldnt be taunting him (leaky eye luca for example)

has the actual best theme

i love how he works off the rest of the team so well (even w members who do not like him)

is in my top 3 jojos i love this kid sm i would adopt him if he was real

7/10

Bruno Bucciarati:

the fucking way his character develops from licky man to best dad material is my favorite thing

his outfit is so so so good i would die to wear it

in general this man is one of my fave jojos characters and i get a lot of comfort from him

hes just really neat and has a good taste in music

he did his fucking best and i will always love him for that

imo the way that his death was drawn out was genuinely one of the most heartbreaking deaths in the entire series and fucks me up each time i think of it

i feel like he really is the one to hold the team together in a way that everyone feels cared for and saved

def has a savior complex tho for sure

dilf but im ace

also manga superiority bc he either makes the stupidest faces or looks very nice (anime has a lot of weird animation in regards to his face) and also because its lingerie there instead of a tattoo that changes thickness and placement every second

10/10

Leone Abbacchio:

guilty pleasure liking man

i am obsessed with his vibes and wish to become him

i cannot physically express just how much i love him but hes one of my faves of all time (not obvious by my theme at all wdym)

i miss his manga palette but also the colored manga isnt my beloved but also black lipstick abba

hot take maybe but anime abba looks better than manga minus the lipstick debacle

hes so so tall and i will steal his height in a nice way

his past man his past it fucks me up

his death fucks me up normally but when i was rewatching recently, i saw he gave this tiny lil smile after helping the kids get their ball and i could not take it anymore

him and brunos relationship (canonically and out of canon too) is one of my favorites in the series

also fandom hot take as i guess i am doing those for everyone- but ppl either have him as cosntantly trying to murder giorno or being like good son and v out of character, and it is really weird? not sayign that ill do better when i write them but also like im convinced some ppl havent seen the show or smth

i will steal both him and bruno and marry them both <3

this man is beloved i love him to death

10/10

Pannacotta Fugo:

i cannot spell his first name to save my life

also fandom take- ppl make him constantly only angry boy all the time and it really irks me. ik araki did not give him 2 much to work w in terms of canon personality but its frustrating

the light novel purple haze feedback is so so so good and adds sm to his character and i really like it for that!

fugo is one of those that imo deserves a lot and didnt get that

genuinely the vibes between how he treats narancia is v interesting to me, like its clear he cares about nara but nara not doing great w math really frustrates him

i love their interactions and how he is genuinely a kind person at times

the manga colors r superior here, my strawberry boy <3

i just really love and appreciate him a lot and wish that ppl gave him more love

i keep getting assigned him on kin quizzes

very smart good boy

ALSO ok fugo did not do any wrong by leaving

unsure if thats a hot take but i genuinely dont blame the character one bit for leaving and again purple haze feedback really delves into that and why he did it

if ur a fugo fan go read it

his past is really upsetting esp in the anime i will cry over it

his stand is adorable and i wanna hug it

his vibes r fun and i wanna gift him strawberry dangly earrings

8/10

Narancia Ghirga:

this boy i am also adopting (i am adopting most of them sorry)

i really hate how ppl act as if hes stupid bc bad math skills do not equal stupid like did ppl not see the fight w formaggio??

the way he just fucking dove into the water after the boat and how brunos face went all soft and happy it will never not make me cry

he is constnatnly making me wanna cry if i think too much about him for 2 seconds i love him sm

how can anyone not adore him when he set an entire street on fire yk

hes just happy despite his past and it makes me sad i love nara sm

torture dance is one of my favorite memes from the show

ALSO ok the way he died so suddenly absolutely broke me bc the remaining team members r really just seeing everyone die in front of them so quickly

his goofy and laid back moments r my fave

i love just how loyal and caring he is to his friends

his stand is really cool and again the fight w formaggio was so fun to watch

8/10

Guido Mista:

probably my least favorite member of the team for a semi good reason:

the jokes towards trish are really really uncomfy and how fugo doesnt wanna be involved but he is pushing him to do something that makes him uncomfortable did not make me like him a lot

hes goofy but not goofy enough for me to be ok with the repeated jokes about that esp in the body swap episode (ik it was supposed to be funny but it just felt off)

his vibes r good but i wish we got to see his hair

the fandom interpretation is normally pretty good of him overall?

despite not loving him a lot, i really enjoying writing for him (one day might open up headcanon requests or smth but unsure)

hes someone id wanna watch movies w but his taste in movies and mine r very different

love how he and his stand get along

honestly has very very good comedic potential

i really like how he and giorno interact as the series goes on (in a platonic way i need to clarify that i love their friendship)

again him in purple haze feedback was really interesting

probably a 5/10?

Trish Una:

beloved and deserved better

her first outfit in the manga > outfit in the anime

actually in general i believe in manga trish superiority like her hair in the manga looks so cool

her stand her stand her stand i love sm

if u dont include trish in the group i am murdering u <3

HER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!! IS SO GOOD!!!!!!

fandom gripe is how people either pretend she does not exist or has the trish first introduction thing where shes using her defense mechanisms and acting a bit spoiled

OK but her in purple haze feedback!!! mild spoilers but how bruno was taking care of her post the ending of vento aureo makes me so happy each time i think of it

very mad that she canonically didnt really get an ending and yet again PHF my beloved actually gave her that

how spice girl starts out as a stand thats helping her thru a very stressful situation is so cool and i love it

DAD BRUNO DAD BRUNO DAD BRUNO *frothes at the mouth*

but more seriously how she leans on bruno and begins 2 trust him and nearly point blank is referring to him as a father figure always fucks me up

esp because of the resulting fight afterwards

and the very ending of the arc that ends w bruno being like bye gonna go in the clouds and look ethereal now, oh man it makes me so sad

bc giorno is the only one that knew what happened and people that were closer to bruno due to knowing him longer didnt

i wanna see how trish coped w that personally

despite being introduced not at the beginning i think her arc and character in general were as well paced as it could be!

9/10

finally done! sorry that took so long but oh man i have so many feelings towards these guys its not even funny

#asks #wholesome mutuals #vento aureo spoilers #to add that bruno is one of my faves of all time is probably obvious by me putting him at 10/10 #fiance bullies me lovingly for liking leone so that is explanation 4 first bullet #he has not even met him but just calls him piss man #the fandoms treatment of most of these characters makes me really mad tbh

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blitzturtles · 3 years ago

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Title: It Starts Like This, Ch. 1/?

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind

Pairing(s): BruAbba, Platonic Bucci Gang

Summary: Then shit hits the fan.

Or, more accurately, Bucciarati hits the floor.

Giorno bolts forward, but there’s an entire, solid oak desk blocking his path. Gold Experience doesn’t even reach Bucciarati in time. His head hits the ground with a sickening crack, and he’s disturbingly limp.

Notes: Turns out being dead has a bit of a long term effect. Who would have thought?

This fic got away from me, so I'm breaking it down by character interaction (sort of). This is Giorno's part of this very Bucci-centric fic.

Disclaimer: I don't have a diagnosis of epilepsy, but I do have auras/various symptoms and am being tested. Also, I used 'grand mal' here, but it's an outdated term I only picked for the timing of the fic. They're now known as tonic-clonic seizures.

Unrelated: My dog typed the number ‘4’ on the google doc I was writing this on. Obviously it’s cursed. Sorry Bucci.

Giorno is midsentence when he notices Bucciarati’s attention beginning to wander. He watches a moment, letting his own words trail off into silence, as Bruno seems to fixate on something in his own head.

It's not entirely out of character, really. Bucciarati’s often juggling too many thoughts at once, and there are times that his mind will latch on to one in particular and get carried away. He doesn't mean it to be insulting, and Giorno doesn't take it that way.

Only a handful of seconds more pass before Bucciarati’s attention is turned back toward him. He blinks his eyes, clearing his mind, before speaking,

"Apologies, what was it you were saying?"

Giorno gives a slight smile and picks up as though nothing had happened at all.

The next time it happens, something feels off. Giorno doesn't know what. Bucciarati’s eyes drift off, almost upward. Then, rather abruptly, Sticky Fingers is there, reaching out to their user. Their movements freeze abruptly. The stillness is disturbing. Unnatural. Something tells Giorno that Bucciarati isn't lost in his thoughts.

He opens his mouth to try and say something, to right the wrongness of the air around them, but the door to his office creaks open.

Abbacchio looks between the two, from Bucciarati to Giorno. His eyes linger on Sticky Fingers a moment. The stand doesn’t so much as glance at their new companion. They don't move at all.

All Giorno can think is /wrong, wrong, wrong/. He feels sick. Without his realizing, Gold Experience has manifested behind him, fingers reaching forward.

All at once he can see the moment when Bucciarati begins to /exist/ again. His eyes still don't focus on Giorno. In fact, he looks right past him, but so does Abbacchio.

It's then that Giorno sees something settle in Abbacchio's eyes. Recognition of the problem. Or what he thinks is the problem. He nods to Gold Experience, and Giorno looks behind himself to see his stand.

Realization kicks in. Abbacchio thinks Bucciarati’s stillness-- the presence of his stand-- were justified things. Normal reactions to their boss’ stand being present.

Both are thinking: there’s a threat, and Giorno can’t help thinking that they aren’t wrong.

The conversation steers out of his control too quickly for him to keep up with. They’re both concerned about him and why his stand is out and not with what is truly wrong.

The next time it happens, Narancia is there. Bucciarati’s own words trail off. His fingers twitch in the air, a meaningless gesture that screams wrong, bad, wrong in Giorno’s mind.

He remembers, once, hearing Bucciarati explain that things can be unzipped and rezipped in a way that isn’t quite right. That sometimes, Bucciarati is in a rush or under too much pressure to be as precise as he would like.

He also remembers hearing of stands being incompatible with their users, but Bucciarati and Sticky Fingers work seamlessly. They move as one. Why now?

It makes him sick to think about, and he can see that same queasiness on Narancia’s features.

There’s something wrong, and Giorno doesn’t know if he can fix this with Gold Experience. He doesn’t know if he won’t just make it worse. Maybe Bucciarati needs time. Maybe his body will sort this out on its own.

Or maybe it won’t, some dark part of him whispers.

“You see it too?” Narancia asks in a whisper.

Giorno nods. Before he can speak, Narancia continues, “It’s happening more often.”

Those words feel like a knife slipped between his ribs. Before he can ask Narancia more, Bucciarati is rubbing at his eyes and making a confused sound in the back of his throat. All of Giorno’s attention is on him then, but he doesn’t know what to do.

Bucciarati more or less dismisses himself from the room after a few, confusing minutes of conversation.

“I must be tired,” Bucciarati had said.

Narancia and Giorno can only look at the door he leaves through in a helpless sort of uncertainty.

Giorno wants to berate himself the next time it happens, because the next time it happens is in the middle of a fight with two enemy stands, and Bucciarati is standing there, eyes drawn to the sky, and vulnerable. Sticky Fingers is no better. Giorno suspects that, if they had eyes, they would be looking in the same direction.

He doesn’t have time to panic or let the sensation of wrongness flood through him. The enemy stand sees the opening for what it is and rushes right for Sticky Fingers with an aim of demolishing stand and user alike.

Bucciarati turns his head with unfocused eyes, blinks at the thing rushing nearly right at him-- only inches off really, Sticky Fingers is too close. The enemy stand hesitates a moment, suddenly anticipating an attack, but Bucciarati only makes an odd sound in the back of his throat. His eyes draw unnaturally toward his right, where absolutely nothing of concern is waiting for him.

Giorno can only be grateful for the enemy’s hesitation. He takes advantage of it with a ruthlessness that is driven by fear more than anything.

Bucciarati doesn’t even turn his head when the enemy screams out with his last breath.

Everyone else chooses that moment to catch up to them, and the fussing is natural for the situation: the one where the two of them had been ambushed, and not the one where Bucciarati had stopped responding to his surroundings entirely.

Giorno tries to explain it to Abbacchio, but the man waves a hand, reminds him that Bucciarati has a lot on his plate at any given time. Lapses and distractions were bound to happen. Besides, they couldn’t ever be sure where Bucciarati’s attention was. With Sticky Fingers, he could reach beyond what they were used to.

Giorno finds no comfort in the reassurances, but he nods anyways.

Then shit hits the fan.

Or, more accurately, Bucciarati hits the floor.

Not one of their little group knows how to respond, all looking on in horror when Bucciarati begins to shake.

It’s Abbacchio that regains his composure first. He’s also the only one that has a clue on what to do, it seems, considering he’s rolling Bucciarati on his side before anyone else has managed to put their jaw back into its proper place.

“They’re seizures,” Abbacchio says once Giorno regains enough of his composure to crouch in front of them. Abbacchio keeps one hand on Bucciarati’s bicep, keeping him on his side without holding him down. He motions for Giorno to take over so he can shrug out of his coat.

“I know,” Giorno doesn’t think that could be any more obvious right now. He frets, for a moment, over how much pressure to put on Bucciarati, but Abbacchio doesn’t correct him.

“No, they’re seizures, Giorno. All of them. I should have realized,” Abbacchio balls his coat up and tucks it under Bucciarati’s head.

Oh.

And, just like that, it all clicks into place. Giorno feels sick, but Abbacchio takes over holding Bucciarati on his side.

There’s a gargling sound that makes Mista reach forward, but Abbacchio stops him.

“He’s choking!”

Giorno glances back at Mista and realizes, not for the first time, that he isn’t the only one terrified by all of this.

“That’s why I have him like this, just- wait. Fuck, how long has it been?” Abbacchio has to push down his own irritation at himself for not thinking about that before, but he’s barely managing to keep his own composure.

“Thirty seconds, I think,” Trish speaks up.

“Okay, that’s good. That’s fine,” Abbacchio answers with what is meant to be a reassuring nod, but no one looks all that reassured.

There’s something horribly unsettling about the most put together of them being on the floor, with blood and spit mixing together on the ground. Giorno doesn’t actually know how much of the blood is from Bruno’s mouth versus his head, but it all looks like too much. He wants to fix it. He can fix it, but he doesn’t know if that’s a good idea while Bucciarati’s actively seizing. Hell, he doesn’t know if it’s a good idea afterwards either. It’ll hurt, and what if that just makes it worse?

An eternity seems to pass, with Giorno going back and forth with himself, and everyone else being equally tense until Bucciarati slows into what almost looks more like an occasional kick of his feet. Even that stops after another ten seconds.

All together the whole thing takes two minutes and thirteen seconds according to Trish. Abbacchio reassures them that it’s fine. That’s not too long in the grand scheme of things. When he was still a cop, he was trained to call for medical services after five minutes.

Still, Bucciarati is quiet and motionless outside of what Giorno thinks might be his attempts to swallow what’s in his mouth. Abbacchio uses part of his coat to wipe the spittle away while he speaks softly to the man.

“Oh, he…” Trish trails off, quickly removing the outer layer of her skirt. She drapes it over Bruno’s middle.

Abbacchio glances over at the same time as Giorno does, “It’s okay. That’s normal.”

Giorno takes a second to register the same thing that Abbacchio had and instantly knows that Bucciarati would be grateful for Trish’s consideration. Fugo and Narancia process a moment later and both frown. It’s not that they’re judging Bruno for something he can’t help. It’s that he couldn’t help himself in the first place. It’s another thing that makes it all so much more real. If Mista processes it at all, he doesn’t say anything.

Fugo moves to reach out, to touch Bucciarati, but Abbacchio catches his hand. Gentle. “Give him another minute. If we work him up too much…” He doesn’t want to continue that thought. Doesn’t want to accidentally infer that they might be responsible for the next seizure or this one. Or any of those previous. But the reality is that Bucciarati’s brain is dealing with enough. Overstimulating him is too much of a risk.

“Should we…?” Mista asks, already backing up a bit.

“No, we just don’t want to crowd him,” Abbacchio rubs along Bucciarati’s arm in the meantime. He continues his quiet reassurances until Narancia startles.

“His eyes!”

Abbacchio glances up at Bucciarati’s face, half expecting to see another seizure beginning to take hold, but he’s relieved to find Bucciarati looking around sluggishly instead. “Welcome back,” he says gently, “You’re okay now- woah, you need to stay put. Good, yeah, like that. You’re alright. We have you. No one is attacking us.”

“W-where?”

“Giorno’s office,” Abbacchio answers easily. He wipes at Bucciarati’s mouth again. There’s definitely blood coming from either his cheek or his tongue. “You owe me a new coat.”

Bucciarati hums and closes his eyes.

“You really had no clue, did you?” Abbacchio keeps rubbing along Bucciarati’s arm. Something comforting but not all together overwhelming. “That’s fine. We can take care of this.” He catches Bucciarati’s hand when it darts out. He checks Bucciarati’s eyes again and sees there’s a muted alarm to them. “You’re alright. You’re just coming back to us from a seizure, but you’re doing good-- great.” He looks to the rest of their little crew when Bucciarati’s eyes slide shut again, “He’s probably going to cycle through this a couple of times, and he’s going to be very tired. He needs to rest. Those other seizures-- they tire you out, but this…” He lets them infer the level of exhaustion they should be anticipating. Abbacchio certainly wouldn’t expect anything from Bucciarati after what was possibly his first grand mal.

It takes time, but they get Bucciarati into bed. Abbacchio is gentle with removing Bucciarati’s clips and taking apart his braid. He doesn’t think the added tension will help. He waits until the kids scatter to start undressing him.

Sticky Fingers appears midway through, and they look like they’ve been through the ringer.

“He’s going to be okay,” Abbacchio tells them. He calls to Moody Blues, thinks maybe her presence will be reassuring. He isn’t surprised when stand leans upon stand. He hopes the comforting gesture translates to Bucciarati without adding unnecessary strain.

He has Bucciarati tucked in by the time the kids get back. He leaves Bucciarati in a new pair of briefs rather than attempting to fully redress him. His knowledge on seizures isn’t the best, but he knows to expect soreness. Getting Bucciarati dressed again simply doesn’t seemed to be worth it in Abbacchio’s mind. The kids aren’t going to go looking under the blankets anyways.

He doesn’t notice Sticky Fingers getting a hold of Bucciarati’s head until there’s already a zipper in place. It doesn’t seem to bother him, so Abbacchio shrugs and let’s the stand take care of their user. Everyone had heard the sound of Bucciarati’s head hitting the floor; no doubt there’s a nasty cut under there. Stick Fingers’ zipper will keep the bleeding to a minimum until they all feel a little more comfortable poking at Bucciarati again.

“Is there anything else we can do?” Giorno asks, when they all stand there practically wringing their hands from anxiety. Each undoubtedly preferring that it was themselves in Bucciarati’s position.

“Not right now,” Abbacchio says, in that same gentle tone from earlier. His own nerves are shot, but he knows they’re scared. They want to help. He gets that, and being snappish and potentially starting an argument isn’t going to do anything for Bucciarati’s overworked system.

Giorno hesitates, but he nods. He wants to heal the problem away, but there’s more to this than he understands. He thinks it might be a mistake to try and intervene now, so he gently tugs Mista toward the door. Mista tugs on Narancia, and Narancia tries to pull Fugo along.

“Narancia,” Giorno calls when the other opens his mouth. “Let’s go.” He puts as much authority into his tone as he can manage. Truthfully, he feels too helpless to feel like their leader.

Narancia grumbles something under his breath but allows himself to be tugged along. Giorno closes the door behind them.

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hearteyesbowen · 5 years ago

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Idk if anyone has asked you this but I was watching josh’s live yesterday and all the faces he makes when he sings are adorable anyways I was wondering if you could write something where he doesn’t like the faces that he makes and he gets self conscious about them but you reassure him that they are cute and that you adore the faces he makes.

livestream ☆ joshua bassett

joshua finally lets y/n stay with him while he does a livestream, but she tends to distract him without her even knowing it

warnings: fluff, shorter than what i usually write

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“Please, Josh, I promise I won’t do anything bad.”

“No, because I’m going to be in the middle of talking to my fans or singing a song and then you’re going to do something that catches my attention and suddenly I have to explain to everyone who I’m looking at, again.” Josh argued.

You pouted, slouching on his soft bed. You reached for Franklin, his teddy bear, and cuddled it close to you as you plopped back on the bed. You sighed loudly, making sure to let him know your despair.

Josh watched you overreact on the blankets he left messy on the mattress. He was sat at the same chair in front of his desk that he always sat at when he does live videos. He thought you looked adorable at how you begged to be with him.

He remembered the first time he allowed you to stay with him during a live video. You were on his bed and admiring him from far away as he sung. Every time he sang a song or engaged with his fans, you could tell how happy he was. After he sang a Bruno Mars song, you felt giddy inside, so you silently clapped your hands together as to not make a sound. Josh noticed you and blushed while he stared at you. This erupted thousands of comments on both his live and his Instagram posts about who he was with and if he had a girlfriend. Of course, he didn’t get mad at you, but it was hard to convince everyone that it wasn’t you and only a friend, since you were often questioned on social media if you were Josh’s “mystery girl.” It’s also why you were not allowed to be with him anymore during his livestreams, just to be sure he wouldn’t have to do any other clarifying.

As for your relationship with each other, it was somewhat complicated. You both knew you have some sort of feelings for each other. You went on a couple of dates, a lot of them staying over at one’s house and watching movies. Neither of you had made anything official, your guess was that he wanted to take things slow. However, it didn’t dawn upon you how slow he liked to be.

You sat up and gently placed Franklin on his pillow before you stood up and walked over to Josh. He raised his eyebrows at you, wondering what you were about to do. You motioned for him to move his hands from his lap so you could sit. Once he held his hands up, you sat down on his lap and held your arms around his neck while he held you at your waist.

“Please?” You begged one last time, taking off the hat he wore under his hoodie and throwing it on the wooden surface next to him.

Finally, Josh groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can stay in my room, but no distractions.”

You smiled widely, tightening your arms around him for a hug. You heard a small laugh escape his lips as you stuffed your face into his neck. You pulled away and took a glimpse at his red lips, noticing how much softer they looked today. The room was silent, as if everything stopped. You gazed at each other for what seemed like years, just you two. All you could think of was how nice it would be to have your lips on his, holding onto his body tightly.

As if he read your mind, Josh slowly leaned up, hesitantly reaching for your lips. You both tried inching closer, but it was clear how nervous you were. Your lips were still somewhat far, but it didn’t stop the anxiousness you felt the more the space between you closed. You had never kissed anyone yet, so the feeling you felt as his breath fanned over your lips sent shivers down your spine.

The alarm on Josh’s phone went off, making you both jump slightly. You tapped the screen to check the time, seeing it was only five minutes before he said he would go live.

You turned back to him and patted his chest. “You should get ready.”

Josh sat there, silently frustrated at himself for not making the move. You stood up and threw yourself on his bed, reflecting on the past two minutes that you could have changed.

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Halfway through Josh’s livestream, you stopped paying attention to him. You loved listening to him and sing, you could listen to him forever, but the memory of your possible first kiss engulfed your brain every time you even heard his voice.

Now you were lying down on your back, holding your phone up high above your head with your headphones plugged into your ears as you blocked out Josh’s voice as best as you could. Usually his livestreams don’t last too long, but it felt like it’s been an hour already.

Clearly you were lost into thought, too busy scrolling through Twitter, that you didn’t even notice when the mattress sank down by your legs. Josh crawled over the bed, resting his hands on either side of your head and his knees between yours. Soon your screen was covered when a curly-haired boy shoved his head between your arms, forcing you to wrap your hands around his head. His face expressed worry the more you stared at him without talking.

“You’re less talkative than you usually are, what happened?” Josh wondered.

You shrugged, not letting out a single noise. He huffed, lightly blowing some of the curls away from his head, and plopped himself down next to you on his bed. You let him rest his head on your arm once he went to cuddle your torso, leaving your other hand to mess with your own hair. Instantly, the warmth of his body clutching yours overcame the uneasy feelings you had earlier.

“What were you looking at?”

Josh took your phone from the other side of your hip and tapped in the passcode, the day of your first date. The Twitter app opened, showing your timeline of tweets from the people you followed.

“Some of your fans are already posting screenshots from your live.” You murmured as you see the first screen recording of Josh.

A silent groan escaped his lips the more he watched the clip. He sang “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur, one of your favorite songs. You giggled as you watch him struggle hitting the lower notes, scrunching up his nose and his repeated use of the word “yikes.”

Josh had enough of watching that clip and exited the app. He went to the Instagram app and typed in his username, then going to his tags. Numerous screen recordings and photos of his livestream were being posted by the minute. Curious, he tapped the most recent one of him singing yet another song.

You stopped paying attention to the video, now only watching his face in disgust as he watched himself. You pouted, using your free hand to remove your phone away from his grasp and pushed aside some of the hair still framing his forehead.

“What ails you, dear?” You ask, holding back a laugh from your choice of words.

He raised an eyebrow at you, grinning for a second before sighing. “I make the stupidest faces when I sing.”

You pushed yourself up, using your arm to hold you up. Josh still lying down, he covered his face with his hands.

“Why do you think that?”

“Look at me!” He reached for your phone and quickly finding a clip to show you. “Why do I look like that?”

“I think it’s cute.” You argue, pushing his hands off his head.

Josh grumbled, almost ripping out the locks of his hair. “But I feel like I look like an idiot. I’m always making those dumb faces, like I can’t even sing normally. I hate seeing myself sing because then I just get self-conscious.”

“Joshua, you’re being so overdramatic. You look perfectly fine. If anything, your fans love the cute little movements you make.” You reassure.

He studied your face for any hints of deceit. You smiled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks the more he watched you.

Josh finally sat up, your faces now inches apart. The tingling feeling you felt in your stomach a while ago came back. His fingers crept onto your cheek, pushing aside some of the hair by your eyebrow.

“You shouldn’t have to feel insecure about how you look, Josh. You’re literally the cutest guy in the world.”

Your whisper set off a sudden new confidence in him, something that he had been trying to discover since your first date.

“I am?” He wondered with little bits of disbelief from your comment.

The tips of your noses touched, and you hitched your breath. This has been the closest you two have ever gotten. You were not going to chicken out of this one, not again, at least.

You pushed your lips onto his, leaving a short peck on his lips. The new feeling of someone kissing someone set fire to your body. Once you pulled away, your eyes grew wide at Josh’s surprised expression. His mouth was slightly agape, eyes still wide open.

The corners of his lips curved upwards, forming his familiar smile. “Why’d you pull back?”

That phrase barely left you enough time to think about what just happened, as Josh crashed his lips back to yours. Your eyes widened at his sudden move, but you soon relaxed as the feeling of his lips on yours became more important than anything.

You reached up behind his head and clutched his hair, making Josh let out a soft moan. His hands snaked your waist as he pushed you back down on the bed, hovering over you again.

It wasn’t the most experienced kiss at first, but you quickly found your way. Nothing between you two has ever felt more passionate. Your lips moved slowly, still captivated by the thought of you being with each other.

Josh pulled away, lingering one last kiss on your swollen lips. Your eyes blissfully fluttered open, soon looking up at his red, smiling face.

“If I knew that talking about my insecurities meant you would finally kiss me, I would have done it much sooner.” He joked, reaching down to capture your lips on his once more.

A/N - sorry this is short and late i was finishing up with some online school work but now im on spring break so hopefully i can get another post this saturday !! also another sorry for the person who requested this , i was trying to finish my other drafts before i started requests , i hope u like it (: next post is the second part to twenty-dollar baby so be on the lookout <3 love y’all xx

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beyoncesdragon · 4 years ago

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Sunflowers (Harry Styles x Reader)

Requested: nO

Warnings: uh, fluff? TYPOS

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„What are yeh thinking about?" I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the wonderful man in front of me again. „Oh nothing really." Harry took a sip of his water before placing his hand on the table between us. His rings flashed up in the sunlight and I carefully laid my hand into his. "Are you enjoying yourself love?" I nodded and sighed in joy as I took in my surroundings. Harry had just finished his worldtour and had now decided to take a well deserved break. We had decided to just travel around a little bit, meet a few people and relax. Finally relax. Right now were had been invited to spend a few days on board of the Eos, a very luxurious schooner owned by Barry Diller and his wife, designer Diane von Furstenberg. Also attending the trip was Karlie Kloss, the super model who frequently made my body insecurities bubble up. But Harry's loving looks always made them disappear. Everything had just been so perfect the last few days. Everything, apart from me not really enjoying ships and maybe the choice of flowers on this giant yacht. "What?" Harry asked immediately, observing my face carefully. "Sunflowers. I don't like them." He frowned and brushed with his free hand over the bright yellow petals. "How's that?" "I just don't like yellow all that much. And my mom already hated them so I probably got it from her." Harry had his eyebrows high as I finished, eyeing me with a slightly reproachful look. "Yeh don't like yellow? But since when? I even wore several yellow suits on tour and one, I can remember, one which was light yellow." I grinned as I saw his pouted lips. "You always said I looked beautiful?" I squeezed his hand softly. "So you did. You are not a sunflower after all, are you?" he just hummed and pressed a quick kiss on my knuckles, hiding a smirk. I couldn't help but adore my boyfriend of now almost a year. He looked completely relaxed, his hair a bit longer and slowly curling itself again, a hint of something like a beard on his cheeks and top lip. A whole month of growth how he disclaimed. "Take a picture it will last longer." He remarked cheekily before turning slightly to Karlie who sat next to him. He didn't let go of my hand however, not a single second. And he was perfectly right, a picture would indeed last longer, so I grabbed my phone and opened the camera as quick as possible. "Harry..." I called him softly, pointing the camera at him. He immediately gave me a lazy, tiny bit amused smile. It wasn't a full blown smile, more like a curl of his lip corners, but it reached his eyes and he looked very satisfied. "You look handsome. If just those flowers weren't on the picture..." he chuckled lightly. "And yet they are. Ignore them or crop them out if they bother you that much...and yeh look beautiful as well." I smiled at him. "It's alright they don't look too bad on it." He smiled before turning back to his previous conversation. "How has your summer been?" Diane suddenly appeared next to Harry and sat down. I smiled friendly at her and hoped that she hadn't heard Harry and mines previous conversation about sunflowers. "Oh apart from Harry being away, it had been quite wonderful." Diane nodded understandingly. "I can imagine. For how long hade he been gone?" my finger carefully tapped against the glass of my now empty drink. "About ten month all in all. With a quick break for the Europe tour...yeah around that." Diane nodded again before her eyes fell on my empty glass. "Oh dear, you are finished already...I am sorry. Would you like something else?" my cheeks slightly heated up when everyone suddenly looked at me and my empty glass. Karlie had merely sipped at her drink, Harry was halfway through. I must look like an alcoholic or something. I caught Harry's amused smirk as he drew small circles on my hand with his thumb. "Stressed love?" I shook my head quickly. "Of course not why should I?" I looked back at Diane. "If I could get a water...but I can get it myself..." but Diane already turned around. "Bruno! One water please. With ice?" I nodded. "Yes please. And quiet please." Diane just nodded and instructed the waiter they had on the ship. "So..." she said with a smile, "What are you doing in all that time?" well what was she expecting me to do? "I work at Columbia Records as an artist's services manager in Milan currently. But mostly in the UK. Which is also where I and Harry met." In this moment, Bruno the waiter approached us, balancing a platter with a cooled glass of water. He placed it in front of me and took my empty glass with him again. I thanked with a short nod and then looked back to Diane. "Really? Interesting...so what exactly is your job as an artists services manager?" I took a sip from my water, noticing Harry still drawing circles on the back of my hand. "Well you have to identify potential artist and management targets for example. You also have to be able to build a strong relationship with artists. You work as a help to get through the industry basically. You negotiate about fees, terms and service commitments...and so on." Diane looked over to Harry. "So you were his manager?" I shook my head. "No, we weren't really supposed to even properly meet. I was just the one who brought the contract into the room as he signed. And polite as he is, he immediately got up and introduced himself." Diane's eyes sparkled and she leaned forward a little bit. "Oh really? And that's how you met? How sweet." I nodded a bit shy, before feeling Harry's eyes on me. He looked at me with a small smile and rose my hand again to press a kiss on them.

The next day we left the ship early, because Harry, Karlie and Barry and Diane were invited to Google Camp. Me, being Harry's girlfriend was invited as well...very kind. The Camp, as it is known is a three-day conference combining tech, fashion, and music. Mornings are filled with spirited discussions from education to human rights, how to extend human life and the design of cities of the future, all blending the greatest minds and visionaries, while the afternoons are for pure relaxation and lots of food and drink. The evening however we spent outside, enjoying a beautiful firework. Harry wrapped his arms around me from behind as I watched along the other A-List Celebrities who were invited how the colourful light spread over the sky. "Have you said hi to James?" he mumbled into my neck and I nodded. "Sure have Harry. He is the only one I know." Harry straightened himself up immediately. "You know no one else? Love you must have been bored to death..." I only laughed and turned around. "Bored? Harry can you hear yourself? Look where we are, look what we have...there is nothing to be bored about! And you clearly enjoyed your time so why would I complain?" Harry eyes me carefully. "Yeah but..." I just cut him off with a quick peck. "Shut it Harry. I also enjoyed my time and that thanks to you." He chuckled softly. "So it does have his advantages to have me as a boyfriend? Even if I am hardly ever at home?" I smiled I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You mean having a music and style icon as a boyfriend who is the most loving and sweet person on this planet? Yeah it doesn't hurt, not really." He laughed. "Music and style icon?" I threw him a look. "Yes? Six billboard music awards, seven brit awards and I don't know, but I think it was Harry Styles who won the British style awards...oh and not to forget your participation in Dunkirk..." Harry ended my speech with a quick kiss. "Stop it you get met all...nervous here. You know sometimes I forget how much of a fan you are..." I only huffed. "Of course I am? What kind of girlfriend would I be if I wouldn't support you?" Harry frowned. "A normal one? You are not obligated to like my music as a girlfriend, nor approve of my choice of music." I rose my eyebrows at him. "Really not?" he shook his head. "Nope...hold on is that your way of telling me that you think my music is shit?" I laughed and quickly shook my head. "No! I love it! And I love you." He just smiled down at me. "I love you too. Glad I have you." He pressed another sweet kiss on my lips. "So glad." I just smirked and returned his kiss. "Look at you two. Such a beautiful couple!" I heard Cordon's voice and we broke off. "She is beautiful right?" Harry said with a proud smile before pressing a kiss on my forehead. Lord knows how much I loved this man.

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singanddreamanyway · 6 years ago

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I Got You, Babe

Summary: You and Shawn are best friends, celebrating Halloween together. You want more, but does he? Oh, and there’s karaoke too.

Word Count: 2.5k

Authors Note: This is the first fic that I am physically letting people see. I figured it’s Halloween; why not scare the shit out of myself by posting something for the first time. So, read with caution. And HUGE shoutout to @harryandmolly for taking the time to read this and say nice things.

“Hey, hurry up love!” Shawn yells up your condo’s steps. “We have places to be, people to see and booze to drink!”

Tonight was Halloween and you and Shawn were meeting the rest of your friends downtown Toronto for a night out. You and Shawn decided to go all out on costumes this year, dressing as Sonny and Cher.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you say racing down the stairs and into the living room where Shawn sits waiting. “This wig was not cooperating.” You zip up your white gogo boots and finish off your look. You give Shawn a quick twirl. The fringes on your sleeveless white and gold dress flare out as you spin, but your long black wig stays perfectly in place. “So, what do you think?”

Shawn lets out a whistle. “Damn, you look hot,” Shawn states throwing you a wink.

You feel your cheeks heat up, and your heart beat rises a bit. Shawn and you have been friends since you were eight years old. You have been through it all with each other. Braces, relationships, breakups, his superstardom, you starting your own business; you’ve done it all, together.

But recently, things have been different. You used to be content watching his hands play piano for hours. Now, you wanted to feel them trace patterns on your back. You wanted to hear his voice, normally used to serenade millions of fans, singing in the shower after gentle morning sex. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, not in the way you used to comb through it trying to braid when you were little, but the way you would do as you pulled in him close for a passionate kiss.

You wanted every part of him. But, you couldn’t have him. He was your best friend, and regardless of how strong your feelings for him were, you never wanted to lose him as a friend. So, over these past few months, as your feelings grew more intense, so did your need to push them down, and never let Shawn know.

“You don’t look half bad yourself Mendes. Even with that mustache.” Shawn had on beige bell-bottoms and a white and gold patterned shirt tucked in. You couldn’t take your eyes off the deep v cut into his shirt as he tossed on his beige suit jacket. His long curls were falling everywhere, and a fake mustache adorned his upper lip. He tugs on his jacket, and does a quick spin.

“Let’s hit it.” You roll your eyes, Shawn grabs his keys, and you head for his jeep.

The bar is crowded, but fortunately Shawn is quick to find our friends. He greets Brian and Mike while you pull Abbey, Mike’s girlfriend, into a hug.

“Abbey, you look amazing!,” you exclaiming while admiring her Lois costume. Glancing over you find Mike in a Clark Kent get-up and chuckle a little to yourself. “Mike really pulls it off.”

Abbey laughs. “Tell me about it. But you - look at you two,” she gestures between you and Shawn. “You look hot as hell and Shawn, Shawn is about the only boy I know who can look good in beige bell bottoms.”

“I know. Isn’t it annoying?”

You both laugh loudly, grabbing the boys attention.

“What’s so funny?” Shawn asks as he throws his arm around your shoulder.

You blush at the closeness and take a deep breath to steady yourself. You decide that if Shawn was going to get close, you were going to take advantage of it. You reach for the hand he has slung over your shoulders and intertwine your fingers with his. Looking up at him you catch his eyes and he smiles. That smile could light the whole world, you think.

“I was just laughing because we have been here ten minutes, and somehow you haven’t gotten me a drink yet,” you say with a wink.

Shawn unwraps his arm from your shoulders and extends it out, keeping your fingers together. “Oh I am so sorry!” His voice is laced with sarcasm, as he pulls you back into him. “I’ll be right back,” he says through his laughter.

Shawn releases your hand and disappears into the crowd and the other boys follow. Your head follows him, straining your neck until you can’t see any part of his gorgeous stature any longer. You turn back towards Abbey who’s staring at you through a side-eye, a sly grin plastered across her face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“...you like Shawn!”

You open your mouth to protest, but quickly close it. Denying it to Abbey wasn’t worth it; she knew you too well. You twirled at your wig, eyes trained on the floor. “Please don’t say anything. I don’t - we just,” you let out a long sigh. “I just don’t want it to ruin everything. He’s my best friend.”

Abbey reaches out and squeezes your hand. “I won’t say anything. But, you should. I would bet my life he feels the same way.”

I shake my head, fingers still twisted in my wig. “He doesn’t.”

She grabs my fingers from my wig, shaking both my hands a little. “Talk to him. You’ll never know unless you talk to him.”

You nod and she pulls you in for a hug just as the boys appear, drinks in hand. Shawn raises his eyebrows, as if to ask if you were okay. You nod, pulling away from Abbey and taking your drink.

“God, who decided karaoke on Halloween night would be a good idea? They should be fired,” Brian states as we listen to a couple drunkenly mumble through The Monster Mash complete with terrible zombie- like dance moves. We all nod and agree through laughter.

“I don’t know. I kind of like it,” Shawn pipes up, taking a swig of his beer.

We all stare blankly at him.

“Um, okay I guess it wouldn’t be a terrible idea if any of these people could remotely sing!” You take another sip of your drink.

Shawn laughs and leans close to your face. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I signed us up then!” He bops his finger on my nose.

As if it was planned, the DJ’s voice comes over the speaker. “Next Up: Shawn and his surprise guest.Singing “I Got You Babe.”

Your friends hoot and holler as Shawn pulls you towards the stage, but you plant your feet firmly on the ground.

“Shawn no. No, no no.”

He giggles, continuing to pull you to the stage, and you give up resisting. It’s no use anyway. If you didn’t give in, he’d probably just pick you up and carry you on stage. Not that you would object to that, but you’re not trying to make a scene. You reach the stage and he helps you up the stairs and passes you a microphone.

You step close to his face, “I cannot do this. I can not sing in front of all of these people. Especially not with you! You fucking sing for a living!”

Shawn lifts his free hand to your face and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Yes, you can.”

“Shawn, I- “

“Hey,” he slides his hand down your arm grabbing your free hand giving it a squeeze. “I got you babe.” The music begins and a grin forms on his face. I can’t help but giggle at his corny joke. You smile and roll your eyes at him, and he lets out a chuckle. He nods at you in approval as you begin to sing, and suddenly your nerves are gone. As long as you’re with him, it feels like no one else is in the room.

They say we’re young and we don’t know. We won’t find out until we grow.

Well I don’t know if all that’s true, ‘cause you got me and baby I got you.

The minute the first words leave Shawn’s mouth the entire bar erupts with cheers, everyone to get a free concert from Shawn in any way they can take it. As the song continues, you and Shawn sway to the rhythm, dancing around the stage in a way that almost looks rehearsed.

So let them say your hair’s too long ‘cause I don’t care with you I can’t go wrong

Babe put your little hand in mine, ‘cause there ain’t no hill or mountain we can’t climb

Shawn extends his hand out and you place your hand in his linking your fingers together. He extends his arm out and spins you back into his waist. As your swaying he brings his microphone down and leans in close to your face. You move your microphone between each of you, and your voices fill the air in a unified sound, as you gaze into each other eyes.

I got you to hold my hand. I got you to understand. I got you to walk with me

I got you to talk with me. I got you to kiss goodnight. I got you hold me tight

He spins you back out and twirls you around and the crowd grows louder. You skip around him and Shawn turns slowly as he watches you. The end of the song is drawing near and he grabs your hand pulling you in to face each other.

I got you, babe

You lower the microphone you had both been singing into and you and Shawn both erupt into laughter. The bar is going nuts, but right now your only focus is the beautiful boy in front of you. He pulls you in for a hug and gives you a kiss on the forehead, before grabbing your hand and leading you off the stage.

Your heart is still racing when you get back to Brian, Mike, and Abbey. They greet you with cheers and laughter, and high-fives all around. But, even through the high-fives, you and Shawn keep your hands intertwined.

A couple more hours, and a few more rounds pass, for everyone except Shawn, before he asks if you’re ready to go. You nod quickly. You love spending time with all of your friends, but after tonight, you’re anxious to get home and talk to Shawn. You give the boys quick hugs, and throw your arms around Abbey. Before you pull away she whispers, “tell him.” You pull away giving her a knowing look and nod before exiting the bar with Shawn, arm in arm.

You stare out at the Toronto skyline while Shawn drives through the city. “You’re staying at mine right?” his voice cuts through the air that was filled only with Bruno Major playing in the background.

“If that’s okay with you.”

He gives me a soft smile, and reaches for my hand. “That’s always okay with me.”

Walking into Shawn’s condo, he ditches his mustache immediately, and you both head to his room. You discard your wig and shoes as Shawn throws a shirt and some sweats at you. It’s a routine you’ve done a million times before but it feels different this time; heavier, more permanent.

You head to his bathroom to change, taking off your make-up and throwing your hair up in a messy bun. When you come out Shawn is gone. You walk down the stairs and find him sitting on the kitchen counter, shirtless, black sweats hanging low on his hips, eating leftover mac ‘n cheese.

You step between his legs, and he spreads them a bit for you to fit comfortably. You open your mouth to ask for a bite, and Shawn takes the hint, shoving a fork full of noodles into your mouth.

“Still really good,” you say.

Shawn nods in agreeance.

“Can I ask you something?”

He nods his head, still focused on the food before him.

“We’re always gonna be best friends right? No matter what happens?”

Shawn sets his bowl down looking up. His brows are furrowed and he’s biting his lip. “Yeah, sweetie, of course. What’s up?” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I just, I have to tell you something, but I don’t want it to ruin our friendship.” Your eyes are trained on the ground, as you run a finger across his collar bone.

Shawn captures your hand with his. “Nothing could ruin that. Believe me.”

You nod and take a deep breath. You look up at him through your eyelashes and for a second you’re distracted by the chocolate hues staring back at you.

“I like you Shawn,” you blurt out. “I like you a lot, like more than a friend, wayyy more than a friend. And, I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I had to tell you. I ha-”

Shawn’s lips crash against yours, and your eyes go wide. But before you can even think about it, your eyes are closed and you’re kissing him back. It’s gentle, but it’s filled with longing and love. Your hands find the nape of his neck, and you run your fingers through his hair. He gasps a little into your mouth as his hand comes up to stroke your cheek, while the other pulls you in closer from behind your waist.

You suck on his bottom lip and you’re pretty positive you hear a little moan escape his lips. His tongue traces your lip and you open your mouth slightly letting him in. His hands slide under the loose shirt hanging off your back, and he links his hands together behind your back pulling you in even closer. He releases your lips, before quickly pulling you in for one more peck. You let out a small giggle, and you pull apart, foreheads resting on each other’s.

“I really, really like you too,” Shawn says, his nails drawing against your back.

You don’t say anything. You don’t need to. You and Shawn have never really needed words to communicate. You’re together now, something you’ve both wanted for a long time, and not much needed to be said about it. At least, not in this very moment.

A comfortable silence settles around you, and Shawn presses his lips to your hair before picking up his mac ‘n cheese again. You let out a laugh, and ask for another bite.

Sliding the fork in your mouth, Shawn laughs at you smiling through your chewing. He hops off the counter, “come on, let’s go to bed beautiful.”

You grab his hand as he leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom. You immediately flop onto the mattress, tiredness taking over your body, as Shawn shuts the lights off. He crawls into bed, sliding behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you in closer. You can feel the heat radiating off his bare chest as you lean back into him.

He hums sweet melodies into your ear, as his fingers trace patterns onto your hip bones. Running your hands up and down his strong arm a smile grows on your face and you press your lips to his shoulder. You can feel your heart swell in your chest as you think about how much you adore the boy behind you. You feel the hair on your neck rise as a laugh escapes his lips, air hitting your skin.

“What’s so funny mister?”

“Nothing. It’s just - I finally got you..babe.”

#shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes #best friend! shawn #friends to lovers fic #fluff #shawn mendes fluff #shawn fluff #shawn peter raul mendes

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daggerandrose · 6 years ago

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I can’t believe it already November 28th, this month has gone by so quickly! Here are some of the Famous/Non-Famous AUs I’ve read! These are focusing more on Famous H/Non-Famous L. I’ll definitely do a part 2 where it’s Famous L/Non-Famous H.

As always, make sure to leave a nice comment for the authors and leave a kudos!

Whirlwind, 21k, by @haydolce

AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night.

lock me up with love, 29k, by @liltinylouis

“So you must go out more often than I thought,” Harry said. “I see you all the time now!”

“Well, one of those times you literally came to my door.”

Harry laughed, a loud honking sound, a shock to Louis’ ears. He couldn’t remember the last time he made someone laugh, not so easily and genuine.

Harry didn’t seem embarrassed, but his eyes were hazy, hair a bit mussed up, cheeks red. Oh. He was drunk, or tipsy maybe. That explained a lot.

“That’s true,” he said, then frowned. “Oh no, do I seem like a stalker?”

“Eh,” Louis said, “just a little bit.”

Louis had a messed-up knee, ruined career, and labradoodle to take care of. Harry had a normal knee, perfect career, and concern for his recluse neighbor. Harry's baking skills were enough to bring them together.

When It’s Late At Night, 25k, @all-these-larrythings

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that's exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

‘Til I Tasted You, 14k, by @icanhazzalou

Louis is Harry Styles' biggest fan. It doesn't matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can't cook to save his life.

At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.

tangled up in you, 45k, by @missandrogyny

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

Something Great, 31k, by @infinitelymint

In which a coincidence, instagram, a party, a piano and a planned coming out all come together to make two people fall in love. As it happens, it turns out to be a rather effective combination.

or, Louis is a student and Harry is the mega-famous singer that happens to post a photo with Louis in the background. Together they kind of break the internet.

Rise up like the sun, 41k, by @tommosgun

“I wasn't taking a sneaky pic.” Louis blurted out, the guy stood at one of the urinals taking a piss. “You were.” The guy answered coolly. “I would've taken a pic with you if you'd just asked.” “No I didn't want a pic with you.” The guy turned his head, quirking his eyebrow sardonically. “No you're far too cool for that, you just wanted to violate my privacy.” Louis squeezed his eyes shut. “I'm sorry. Look..” He walked towards the guy flicking his phone out. “Hey.” The guy hunched over, hiding his junk. “Oh no no, I wasn't gonna take a pic. Fuck.” Louis threw his hands up, stopping in his tracks. “Look I'm going to show you I'm deleting it.” Louis turned his phone and the pic disappeared. “You looked familiar, I was going to send it to my friend and ask who you were, I'm sorry, dick move.” Louis sighed, smiling apologetically. The guy zipped and walked to the basin. “So you invade my privacy then insult my level of fame by pretending to not know who I am.” The guy was turned away from Louis. “Look I'm...shit.” Louis inhaled noisily. The guy turned, a grin spread over his face. “I'm fucking with you.”

Not Quite, 34k, by @lads-laddylads

Niall gives Harry an exasperated look, nodding slowly. “Okay...so do you want to explain why we’re hiring Louis? And do you want to explain it without making any mention of his soft hair or ample buttocks?”

As Harry prepares for the premiere of his first blockbuster film, his manager encourages him to hire a bodyguard as a precautionary measure. Harry ends up making an unusual choice.

24K Magic, 32k @justalittlelouislove

“I know, I bet you want an autograph.”

An...what? Louis’ jaw drops open, actually hangs open, as he gapes at him in absolute and utter disbelief. Right here, on a Friday night in London, Louis has happened upon the biggest douchebag in the history of the world. Surely he should contact someone. A record-keeping organisation or something.

“You think I want an autograph,” Louis repeats slowly. Maybe if the guy hears the words back clearly enough he’ll comprehend the level of asshole he’s throwing out into the universe.

It doesn’t work, Mr. Douchebag of the Century just smirks and leans into Louis’ space, well more into his space, “Mmhmm, we’ll have to go up to my Penthouse. That’s where I keep my pens.”

A fic based on 24k Magic by Bruno Mars, in which Harry's a mess and famous, Louis is a mess and not, Liam and Zayn are probably hiding something, and Niall is a horrible flatmate.

Kiss Me With Adventure (”Til I Forget My Name), 31k, by summer_roses

Harry is the big new thing in the music industry and in a mad search to find a makeup artist before his first ever world tour kicks off. Louis is an internet famous beauty guru/YouTuber who drinks too much tea and a habit of cursing excessively. When a fan tweets Harry the link to Louis' YouTuber channel it starts something neither of them could have ever imagined.

Based on the prompt: Harry's the biggest indie star in the music industry and just as his first world tour starts his makeup artist leaves. Harry's team is frantically searching for a new one but they can't seem to get a hold of one Harry actually likes?? Cue Harry, alone in his apartment a week before tour, he sees a tweet from a fan saying that "this is my favorite youtuber!! blah blah", Harry clicks it and there's youtuber!Louis who //conveniently// is also a beauty guru. Harry thinks he's cute n stuff but he also wants him on his team and all that.

Is This Seat Taken, 35k, by lainy122

A borrowed suit from Zayn, a cigarette and the right attitude, and Louis went from security breach to misplaced celebrity instantly. He could practically see the wheels in the security guy’s head switch from ‘could be dangerous’ to ‘could get me fired’. L.A was so predictable.

Louis makes a bet with Zayn that he can sneak into a music awards event without getting caught, and when he ends up posing as a seat-filling member of staff he runs into superstar Harry Styles and sparks fly. Que the music.

Tis the Season for...Love?, 27k, by @alarriefantasy

Prompt: Harry seems to have it all: A successful career as a pastry chef, a Victorian home in London, and a dedicated boyfriend who he's been with for years. One day he stops by his boyfriend's apartment to surprise him and finds out that he's not so dedicated to Harry after all. Shocked and too depressed to celebrate, he decides to skip Christmas and on a whim leaves on a plane to New York. In New York he meets Louis…

Or...Louis might just be what Harry's needed all along.

A Pleasant Side to You, 8k, by @smrwine

Louis brought his palms up to his temples, easing the roaring headache that was quickly developing beneath his skull. His entire day spent half dressed out in the sun was all leading up to this show, and hearing their new songs, and being twenty feet away from his only teenage heartthrob and coming of age inspiration. It had been nearly a decade since he saw them perform live, and this was something he was genuinely looking forward to. Louis shook his head and cringed inward at his disappointment.

“Well who’s replacing them, then? They were the headliners.”

“I dunno,” Nick said with a fleeting hand movement. “Some bloke named Harry Styles.” or Louis ends his summer with a festival and a man whois almost too good to be true.

One Week, Eight Hours, 3k, by daggerinrose

Louis doesn’t have a reason to hate Harry Styles (which, to be fair, is a reason of its own.)

or: a production assistant with no experience in front of a camera interviews a rockstar with old shoes and a distasteful attitude.

Please let me know if there’s anymore recs you have! Happy 28th!

#famous/non-famous au #fic rec #28th appreciation #larry fanfiction #mine

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drkandraz · 7 years ago

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Why Hirohiko Araki Is a Great Writer

Note: add writing saying “I am only going to be addressing JoJo because 1) I have not read his older works, 2) His works before and including Phantom Blood lack what I am talking about here and 3) I include JoJo spin-off manga under the “JoJo” moniker”

As the man behind one of the most influential manga of all time, Hirohiko Araki is already a highly praised writer and artist. However, I believe what lies at the heart of Araki-sensei’s writing style is not explored often enough. What I think are the most important factors in the writing of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure are the extremes to which the author takes his creative freedom and his skill in writing relationships between people.

Phantom Blood is the most conventional part of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It has a structure very similar to other shounen manga at the time: hero has a rivalry, rival becomes obscenely powerful, hero learns martial art to defeat rival, ally dies, other ally narrates, hero wins etc. Phantom Blood’s writing only succeeds in the outlandish concepts introduced throughout: vampires appearing as a consequence of mayan blood rituals with magical stone masks, vampires somehow sucking blood by introducing their fingers inside a human’s skin, the power of the sun channeled (or created) by breathing, medieval warrior zombies, people being cleft in half by chains… frog punching. What also comes out here is a hint of the strategic battles the series will come to be known for, with Dio’s defeat at the hands of a burning sword.

A lot of the quality of the writing comes in the relationship between Jonathan and Dio, two characters who could not be more polar opposites who supposedly die together. While Jonathan is a typical nice guy shounen protagonist, Dio is a somewhat complex villain; he is irredeemably evil, but not unjustifiably so.

The decision to change protagonists was in itself an unheard of prospect at the time, each part bringing its own atmosphere and self-contained storyline, facts which allow Araki-sensei to explore all of them at length.

In comparison, Battle Tendency goes completely off the rails. If Phantom Blood is a cautious dip into the water, then Battle Tendency is a cannonball jump right into the deep end. This is where JoJo starts going from typical shounen manga to a manga characterized by battles of wits and skill rather than of pure brawn; and this change is reflected in its protagonist. Where Jonathan was the perfect gentleman who would never face his enemy anything less than head-on, Joseph likes to screw with his opponents’ heads. To show this change in character, his first major fight is against an enemy comparable to Dio, who is taken out a lot more easily thanks to Joseph’s fighting style. The insanity present in Phantom Blood is taken up to 11: the vampires are mere distractions to the new Pillar Men, Nazis are turned into Cyborgs and Hamon now apparently works on bubbles.

The relationship built between Joseph and Caesar is perhaps the most natural growth displayed in the series until this point. Their friendship grows gradually and culminates not with perfect teamwork, but with a realistic ideological fight between the two, one that Joseph would come to regret for many years to come. Caesar’s death is one of the most natural and powerful scenes in manga history, from the desperate dedication he displays even in his final moments, to Wamuu’s respect for him and to Joseph’s desperate cry for his best friend.

Stardust Crusaders is the start of Araki-sensei’s complete creative control. Stands now allow him to explore any fun and interesting idea he has in battles and to make stands that fit with their characters. The change of the format from single story to monster of the week supports the author’s writing style of throwing ideas at the wall and expanding them to his heart’s content. However, the clunkiness of his inexperience with such creative control is obvious. He is obviously pressured to come up with cool designs and powers for the stands (some of which he will later forget). In the second half of Part 3, getting used to the concept of stands, he starts writing interesting and fun ideas for his battles, like the D’Arby Brothers and Vanilla Ice. The insanity is punctuated by the increasing number of musical references (from Captain Tennille to Oingo Boingo).

Sadly, the characters take a backseat for the duration of this Part. Except for certain minor moments between the Crusaders, the characters don’t really have arcs (except for perhaps Iggy and Polnareff). For this reason, Jotaro, Kakyoin and Avdol are often criticized for having little to no character, which is a fair point. Jotaro himself is more of a superpowered version of the most barebone characteristics of Sherlock Holmes.

Dio’s return recontextualizes Part One as a tragedy rather than a story of sacrifice for the greater good, as well as making Part Three more of a culmination of generations of fighting rather than another story about saving the world. Jotaro vs Dio is still one of the best battles in shounen history because of the weight behind every single action the characters take feeling like the climax of the story.

Diamond is Unbreakable, in contrast to its predecessor, is not in the least an epic story about cleansing evil. It is, for the most Part, a slice of life. Therefore, its stand users have abilities more suited to everyday life (Bad Company notwithstanding), or rather their own special needs. The town of Morioh truly feels like a real (albeit bizarre) place, with a community comprised of people with their own personal goals. The advantage of Part 4 in Araki-sensei’s writing style consists of the fact that the author is no longer chained by the needs of the lengthy story structure that plagued Part 3. He himself pointed out in an interview that he could always go back to continue Part 4 if he wanted to (I could not find the interview again, sorry. If you can find it or correct me, it would be most appreciated).

The character’s relationships in DiU are quite evidently better defined than in Part 3. The main crew of Part 4 is smaller and it never feels restrained to keep everyone around at every point in the story (like Part 3 was somewhat forced to). In this way, characterization and character relationships are better crafted within stories that emphasize only those characters and relationships. Jousuke is never forced to be the main character of an episode; rather, he only is when the story demands it, making for a much better experience. Of note are Koichi, whose growth is signaled within his stand’s abilities, Rohan, whose growth is exhibited throughout the series and within his spin-off series, Joseph, whose appearance is bittersweet to old fans, as the sneaky and crafty Joseph becomes senile and unable to do anything worthwhile and Kira, whose chillingly normal demeanor doesn’t betray his dark tendencies.

After Part 4’s gleeful atmosphere, Part 5 dives right back into the horror-inspired roots of JoJo. Giorno Giovanna, Dio’s son, is a far more dark and cunning figure than Jousuke. Indeed, Giorno and the rebellious cell of Passione he becomes part of are a reflexion of past characters painted in a new, more sinister light, fitting with the new Mafia theme. They are a family, led by Bruno Bucciarati just as the Part 4 gang was led by Jotaro, but because of their jobs, they live in a world almost completely devoid of the fun antics of DiU. However, their relationships are just as well developed: Abbachio and Giorno’s one-sided rivalry is resolved organically, Bucciarati and Giorno’s hatred of immorality is what binds them together and Fugo’s “betrayal” is completely in character for him etc. As a villain, Diavolo is well written insofar as we recognize that his main attribute is his megalomania and his relationship with Doppio is magnificently fucked up in the best way possible.

The fights in Part 5 are brutal bouts for survival. The enemy stand users are trained assassins who will stop at nothing to get their revenge on The Boss. What makes this change even more effective is their motive for chasing the gang, the murder of their “family members” at the hands of Diavolo. Therefore, each ability is more valuable than each of the ones in Stardust Crusaders, since there are just a lot less of them. Each stand is that much more developed and consistent in its use (with the exception of King Crimson, but I’m not going on that rant right now) On the other hand, the concepts introduced for them are just that much more insane: a turtle in which one can enter by putting a key in a hole in its back, a stand that dehydrates everything at long range, a stand that can put zippers on anything etc.

Part 6 is a much more plot focused arc. The whole part focuses on Jolyne’s search for her father’s memory and stand discs with the help of Stone Ocean’s gang of reluctant helpers. This gang feels less like a pseudo-family, more like a bunch of people chasing their own goals and helping each other along the way. This, by the end of the story, is what will bring their demise at the hands of Pucci, Dio’s best friend. Despite this, I can’t say they are not well-written characters. Foo Fighters’, Weather Report’s and Pucci’s characters and arcs particularly are very compelling.

Within this story driven part, the villain of the week format just does not fit anymore. This is why, despite their great ideas and executions, a lot of villains from Stone Ocean are made forgettable especially by the ending, which left almost no hope for a direct continuation to be made. In many ways, it can be said that one of Araki-sensei’s strong points eclipsed the other one completely. The creative freedom which used to be a leading factor in why the series was so great was now taken to too many extremes (Looking at you, Heavy Weather and Bohemian Rhapsody) which detracted from the story more than they added.

On the other hand, the reboot Part 7 brought was exactly what JoJo needed, in my opinion. Now that stands had been grounded as more akin to abilities than the ghosts they were originally, there was no need to keep them as anything more than representations of the user’s skills. The bizarre nature of JoJo was also given almost complete freedom with the abolishment of continuity and concepts like stand arrows. Instead, Araki-sensei introduces pseudo-scientific and pseudo-philosophical concepts that fit in perfectly with JoJo. To explain the level of insanity, I will summarize the premise of SBR in one sentence: two men, one crippled and the other with the power of ball hamon, compete in a cross-country horse race in 1880s USA, while fighting dinosaurs and the president using powers granted by Jesus Christ. While the stand battles in the middle section are almost as forgettable as Part 6’s, it matters less because the most important aspect is the development of our two main characters.

The characterization in Part 7 is the best it’s ever been in JoJo. Johnny’s hopeful nihilism contrasts perfectly with Gyro’s playful jackassery. The main cast – now smaller than any that came before it – only consists of two characters (if we don’t include the very well written reccuring side characters). Every character gives a feeling of having their own agenda, while also each contributing to one side of the battle between Johnny and Gyro and President Valentine. Interestingly, Funny Valentine is probably right from an ideological stand point, which is an unexpected turn out from a mostly childish manga up to this point.

Part 8 brings Steel Ball Run’s ideological musings into the 21st century with a return to Morioh. Araki’s style has retained its mature edge, but shifted them into science-fiction territory. The characters retain the moral ambiguity found in Part 7. Jousuke would do anything for Yasuho, even torture somebody. Yet the familial aspect that had long been missing from JoJo returned in full force with the Higashikatas and their rival pseudo-family, the divided Rock Humans. This makes Joubin a perfect antagonist despite his seemingly underpowered ability.

The bizarre atmosphere of JoJo’s fourth part returns with the Shakedown Road and the Milagro Man arcs which have almost nothing to do with the overarching plot of the series, but enhance the sense of a world existing beyond the characters. The battles in JoJolion are realistic and brutal to the extent not even Vento Aureo was willing to go, despite the relative bizarreness of the enemies’ stands.

This is how Hirohiko Araki’s writing style changed over the years from simple and restrained to bold, philosophical, dark and bizarre. The overall mundanity of Hamon was slowly replaced by stands and other special abilities, allowing the author to indulge in outlandish ideas that complimented the intelligent, consistent and thoughtful structure of his battles. To conclude, I believe Hirohiko Araki is a great writer because of the balance between his strange, out there ideas and his calm and logical understanding of his concepts (with a few exceptions), combined with his ability for writing strong and believable arcs and relationships for characters.

Edit: If you want more details about the first four parts of JoJo, I wholeheartedly recommend Super Eyepatch Wolf’s videos on the subject, as he can go into much more detail in those.

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So what are your full thoughts on Encanto?

Well, after all this time to properly arrange my thoughts, I got to say…..Encanto is an “Ok” movie.

I have a lot of problems with the movie, but also a lot of things I like, the music is really good, the aesthetic is superb, you can tell Disney really did their homework in portraying the Colombian look to the movie, and despite all the problems the skin colors of the characters has caused on the internet recently, I love how the movie NEVER addresses this in any way and threats them all the same, there are various colors of skin through the movie and I like that, other movies would have made a bit deal out of it, so I really have to commend the movie on that, the fans should probably learn from it.

Now for the bad things, the thing that bugs me the most out of the entire movie are the characters, I do not like ANYONE in this movie, the only one I have some semblance of sympathy toward is Bruno, I get the feeling there was supposed to be more of him, but it was cut, and so all we’re left is a character that was pretty much bullied and exiled from the family because of his magic, is not like the did his predictions to annoy them, it was to warn them…..and what do these motherfucking assholes do? Kick him out….Bravo.

NOT EVEN Mirabel, I do feel really sorry for her because she is a victim of her family’s elitism, as much as Bruno is, she does suffer quite a lot and it is horrendous, but at the same time, she does not help at all with her attitude, being incredibly noisy and pushy on issues that CLEARLY are a sensitive subject, and yet she pushes more and more, the scene with Luisa is a perfect example of this, she’s just so insistent and annoying, and this attitude is what ultimately causes all the problems she experiences in the movie. And I know what you might say, it is the fault of her family, it is, but she does not help, she has not learned to have some tact and manage her situation better, she’s not so much Tyrion Lannister is what I am saying, her attitude would be far more justifiable if she was a little girl (Which at some point in development in the movie, she probably was) but not a teeanage/young adult girl….it just worsens he situation of her character so I can’t really root for her like I do with Bruno.

And now the family….OH God….these people are all fucking AWFUL! I’ll mention the ones I hate the most, but I have problems with every single one of them, except maybe Luisa and Antonio.

Alma Madrigal is a piece of shit, no question, she is a bitter old woman and has reigned her family and village with a tyrannic iron fist (Ironic considering she seem to have escaped from a dictatorial regime with her husband), that’s really what they are, the Madrigal Family are benevolent tyrants and this old cunt is the Matriarch.

Isabel is just a bitch, plain and simple, even if she was troubled for being perfect, it does not excuse her attitude toward her sister at all, so no, I am sorry, she doesn’t’ get a pass for me, she sucks and I hope she grows old, wrinkly and dies alone with 100 cats, she was not sympathetic at all.

Dolores to me, Dolores is the TRUE Villain of the movie, I said at first that Encanto was interesting for not really having an antagonist, but I took that back, Dolores is the TRUE villain, she is the one who hears the truth about the prophecy and FOR NO REASON other than to begin a gossipy cunt, she unleashes the bomb RIGHT AT ISABEL’S compromise dinner (And considering she ends up with Isabel’s would be fiancé and she seems delighted that it finally happened, it SERIOUSLY made me question her motives for doing what she did) even though she seems like a normal character, bullshit, this bitch is pure evil, and I hope she’s never happy, I hope this Mariano dude cheats on her and she gets broken NTR style and just takes it for the rest of her life, seriously fuck Dolores, she’s the worst, even worst than the grandmother.

And finally, the powers, it is implied that the powers are important for keeping the village alive and the grandma makes a big deal about them being useful (Hence why Bruno was rejected, because being able to foresee the future is not a useful power at all right?) the thing is………with the exception of Luisa’s, Julieta’s…….ALL OF THESE POWERS ARE FUCKING USELESS FOR RUNNING A VILLAGE……

But for ruling a tyrannical dictatorship? They’re PERFECT!

-) Isabel’s power’s is pretty but it is ultimately useless and would not provide any real value to the village. -) Dolores can hear everything, so if the villagers are planning against Generalissma Alma Madrigal she can send the goons to smash it. -) Pepa’s power is not really necessary, they live in fucking Colombia, they don’t need to control the weather, unless she’s there to send furious storms against the enemies of the Madrigal State. -) Camilo is the perfect spy for the state and can rat out the leader against the Madrigal regime but useful to the village development? Not at all. -) Antoni’s power is also useless, wild animals would not get close to the village unless they’re very hungry or desperate, unless he’s there to provide the animals for the gladiator arena where Alma execute all the rebels. See what I mean? This really hits an ugly note for me once I came to that realization, El Encanto has some pretty awful vibes if you ask me.

So yeah….I can’t really fully like this movie, the 3 main things I get out of it are.

1) Whoever wrote this movie needs SERIOUS psychological help, they have deep seeded family issues that need solving. 2) I get the feeling the movie may have been rewritten several times, and in one of those times Bruno might have had a more antagonistic role, but for whatever reason they scrapped it and they left us with this poorly arranged movie. 3) The Madrigals are Tyrants, I am glad they really got all the bad things happen to them in the movie because if they had continue on that path, it would have become VERY ugly in the end.

But honeslty, I give this movie a 7, everything else is SOOO Good, that I can really give a pass to the plot and characters but….I would not watch it again honestly. That’s my opinion on Encanto.

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also; Kristoph Gavin would have been a tumblr sexyman, especially in the early-mid 2010s (like before 2016 i guess). Idk if its just bias bc hes my problematic fav, but he has the makings of one. The suit, the long hair, his good looks (i’ve seen some ppl say hes ugly and like,,,i sort of get it if i put aside my personal bias, but like hes klaviers brother and klavier is fucking hot, if klavier is a 10 kristoph is a 8 or 7), his personality, his eloquent way of speech, his evilness, the possibility he might be an INTJ....tumblr would have eaten him up in 2013. I think edgeworth is the obvious ace attorney tumblr sexyman choice, but kristoph would be the 2nd choice....if you can’t tell i really like him as a character and i loved aa4 lmao. However i feel in recently years there has been a shift in what characters seem to be tumblr’s sexymen. Now it’s more about more out there characters like sans and spamton and that guy bruno from that disney movie that recently came out (although i feel like nowadays the sans love is more ironic than genuine, sans is essentially a meme character at this point and only the “real” fans really see him for how he was presented in the game instead of his status as a meme (ugh this sounds so gatekeepy but i hope you get what im trying to say)). In the past the sexymen where more conventionally attractive (if you can call them that). Onceler, aside from being a kids animation character, was just some dude in a green suit. There was so much art of human bill cipher as a slim man with blonde hair and a suit, but i dont remember seeing much love for normal bill. Nagito Komaeda is a pretty boy anime character and his sickly appearance only gives him that unique mysterious charm to him. I see more art of sans and spamton in their original forms or at the very least keeping their quirks like spamtons long nose. People like to make fun of tumblr in the past for fangirling over komaeda, making onceler ocs, drawing human bill cipher, etc. but they are essentially doing similar things with characters like sans and spamton. People act like they are above being cringe, but really none of us are. What characters are “in” just changes over time, it’s the cycle of cringe.

sorry for going off on a rant its 2 am and im feeling that 2 am mood, so sorry for how incoherent this all is its just my unfiltered 2 am thoughts.

Luke Atmey isn’t a tumblr sexy man, but if it helps I have seen him edited to be Spamton, who’s a tumblr silly man at the very least.

he isn't, but he should be considering the point you brought up and the similarities (at least in appearance). Also, while he is only in one case and is not an important character in the grand scheme of things, he has such a memorable personality and impact that he even gets referenced outside of the case he's in. He easily made the case he's in better just by being in it imo. He really is a character. Considering his memorable personality and way of speech, his unique appearance including wearing a suit, he would absolutely be a tumblr sexyman if ace attorney 3 released in like 2020 instead of 2004 or whenever aa3 was originally released.

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farsfromhome · 7 years ago

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Happily Ever After

We we’re talking about the song Marry You by Bruno Mars and I got into all the feels and felt the need to watch proposal videos, which lead to disney proposal videos, which lead us to this. Now me, being the Disney trash I am, just had to write this. It’s honestly all 100% fluff so I hope you enjoy it.

I apologize for any mistakes in this or anything weird. I haven’t really written anything in two years so I’m a little nervous lol.

This is a song you can listen to since it’s kind of what this is based off of. I tell you the moment to listen to it if you want to add the extra feels’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdjlUQYfWkY

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"(Y/N!) Wait up! You're pulling on my arm a little too hard!" Tom laughed from behind you as you ran excitedly towards the front gate of the Magic Kingdom. You had his hand in yours, but at this point it was more like you dragging him. Today you were going on one of your annual trips to Disney World, as it it was a place you both loved. Before meeting you, Tom hadn't ever gone, but surely after you both went together for the first time Tom had found a new love for the magical place. Disney World had become sort of a regular place for you to go. It had become "your place" as you both called it. "Tom, you're just too slow." You laughed along with him, but eventually slowed down anyway. It was late afternoon so most people were already in the park and there wasn't too big of a line to get in. You had your signature Minnie Mouse ears on, while you both had matching Mickey and Minnie shirts on. Tom had insisted you wear these matching shirts today and you sure did not question. His said "she's the Minnie to my Mickey" and yours said "he's the Mickey to my Minnie". You both made it through the front gates and began the walk onto Main Street USA. There were vendors everywhere holding balloons, popcorn, or just helping out other guests. A huge smile went onto your face as the castle came to view and Tom looked over at you. You hadn't noticed it, but Tom was smiling, mostly just happy at how happy this place made you. Tom smiled happily at you, squeezing your hand gently. "Hold up, we gotta take a picture." It was a tradition for you to both take a picture in front of the castle every time you visited. You'd make it your holiday card to send out to family and Tom would always take a framed picture of the most latest one on his travels. Tom held up his phone and you a kiss on your cheek, snapping the pic quickly. "I think this ones going to be a favorite." He told you. "Tom, you say that about every one we take." You joked, looking at the picture on his phone. "I don't know .... something about this one just seems extra magical." He winked and you just laughed. Soon enough you dragged him into the giant emporium on Main Street insisting that there was things you'd have to buy in there. "But (Y/N) I'm pretty sure you've bought the whole shop." Tom would always jokingly complain, but then he'd also buy stuff too. At this point your whole shared apartment was decorated with different Disney products from the park along with a lot of Tom's Marvel stuff. Both of you walked through this giant shop, hand in hand, pointing out different things. "Look, (Y/N), I can use the force!" Tom was holding up a toy blue light saber and swinging it from the side. You took it as an invitation to grab a red light saber and held it up. "Come join the dark side." You began to have a little play fight, but only until some parents gave you dirty looks and you put the toys back with a laugh. The both of you continued through the store until you came upon a section of marvel stuff. "Ah, look at who it is." Tom grinned picking up an action figure of Spider Man. "Wow, someone's got a big head right now." You grinned, grabbing the toy from him. "I think we have to buy this." Around the area was a little bit more Marvel merch, Tom commenting on every little thing, either making jokes about the character or telling you stories you've probably heard about a million times. Honestly though, you could listen to Tom tell the same stories all day long. Listening to his voice was quite soothing and you loved how enthusiastic he got about his job. Some little kids had recognized Tom and you told him to stay and talk to them while you waited on line to pay. It was so cute to see Tom interact with all his fans and how excited the kids got seeing him. He began to talk in his American Peter Parker accent, the kids even more amazed. You paid for the stuff, going back to Tom to see him finishing up with some pictures. All the kids and their parents walked away with smiles on his faces. "You are too cute when you talk to you fans." You said sincerely. "One of them told me to say hi to Iron Man." He laughed. You were done shopping, but looked through the shop some more, occasionally playing with the toys or saying that you'd buy that item next time you guys came. You also loved coming to Disney because it was a place for the both of you to just relax and not stress out. Tom was able to just be a normal person ( with the exception of a few people recognizing him, but it wasn't ever too bad ) and hang out with you for the day. Putting all the few items you bought into the backpack Tom brought with him, the both of you headed back out onto Main Street USA. "Oh! Tonight we need to watch the new firework show, (Y/N)." Tom said as soon as you stepped outside. You agreed, since the fireworks show was always a favorite of both Tom and you. "So, what to do now?" You asked. There was still about four hours until the fireworks, so about three hours until you had to go and find a good spot to watch. Tom just shrugged and the both of you decided to walk around the park, heading more towards Liberty Square. It was a part of the park that was dedicated to old American history and included one of Tom's favorite rides, The Haunted Mansion. Tom had walked over to the line and gave you a look as if asking So do you wanna go on? "I hate this ride, but I love you too much to say no to you." You shrugged, and he gave you a kiss as a thank you. "I don't get why you're so scared by it. It's just robots and lights." Tom teased. "I've heard ghost stories about this place, Tom. If you weren't so cute and nice I would've dragged you right out of here. Now stop pushing your luck." You tried your best to keep a straight face while saying that, but you had just laughed anyway. The whole ride Tom had his arm around you, you not even fully paying attention to the ride, just enjoying being with Tom's company.

You saw Tom filming a video on his phone and then he flipped the screen back onto you, but in that dark lighting you couldn't see much anyway.

“(Y/N)’s a little scared of this ride.” Tom joked and you just gave the middle finger to the camera jokingly.

You noticed he put it onto his Instagram story. “Tom! You bully.” He just laughed and kissed your forehead, going back to enjoying the rest of the ride.

Once the both of you got off Tom promised that they could go on a ride of your choice, as long as the line wasn't too long and you would be at the castle for the exact time the fireworks show started.

It was a bit odd for Tom so be so time conscious, but ignored it as you both headed over to Tomorrowland to ride Space Mountain.

Some parade was going on and as you walked by, you were singing along to the songs that played with the parade.

“Wait, Tom I just want to see this part of the parade. It's my favorite.” The both of you stopped at the back of a crowd as your favorite Disney character came by on a giant float.

“Sure, babe.” Tom stood behind you, arms wrapped around your stomach and his head resting on your shoulder. He sang along to the songs of the parade in your ear and you just smiled happily, enjoying the moment.

Soon enough the parade was over and the both of you went back to making your way to Tomorrowland.

“Now, (Y/N), what kind of poses are we going to do this time? Last time we came we both pretended to be sleeping.” Tom asked you.

Every time you went on a ride that had some sort of picture taken during it you'd do either a funny face, silly pose, or anything you can think of.

“Hm …. Let’s do funny faces?” You suggested.

Tom agreed and the both of you thought of what exactly to do as you waited in line to get on the ride.

It didn't take too long to get on, and the both of you prepared for when the photo was taken. You had made some silly face of sticking your tongue out and Tom did bunny ears behind your head as he made some funny face as well.

The both of you laughed as you saw the picture on the screen once you got off the ride, snapping a picture of it for your phone.

“I think that's the best on ride picture yet.” You told Tom, looking down at the kind of blurry picture on your phone. You decided that later on you would post it online since it was quite cute.

Tom looked at his phone seeing the time. “Oh, it's 8:04. I think we should go and get a good spot for the fireworks and maybe something to eat? They start in about an hour.”

You agreed as you were getting kind of hungry. Plus you wanted a good spot to see the fireworks. You had probably seen them at least 5 times before, but each time was as magical as the last.

Walking back over to Cinderella’s castle, you found a good spot to chill out in right in the middle of the hub. Other people were sitting around and saving spots for the fireworks as well.

“You sit out here and I’ll go get us something to eat, alright?” Tom asked and you nodded, sitting down and just chilling out. You scrolled through your instagram feed, twitter feed, and snapchat while waiting for Tom.

Looking at the time you noticed it was 8:30 and that Tom seemed to be taking a little long. You were going to text him what was taking him so long when you noticed Tom walking through the crowds.

“Sorry for taking so long. The lines were quite long.” Tom said as he handed you a churro. Both of you had a love for Disney churros so you were quite glad with his choice.

You both ate your churros, talking randomly about things and taking funny selfies on your phones. On your phone alone you probably had like 200 random selfies of Tom and you on your phone. You enjoyed these photos often when he was off at work somewhere or you just missed him.

“You having a good day babe?” Tom asked genuinely, looking down and over at you as you both sat next to each other

“Yeah, I’m having a great day, Tom. Thanks.” You smiled up at him, leaning into his side.

“I’m glad, but it’s going to get even better during the fireworks.” He kissed your forehead and the both of you finished the churros just in time for the fireworks to start.

( now is when you can play the song if you want those extra feels )

The both of you stood up as the lights around the park lowered and the song began. It was a favorite of yours and Tom’s, since you would always play it whenever you had the chance.

You were so into the show that you hadn't even noticed the Disney Photographer standing a few feet behind you. Tom had his hand in yours as well, not even really looking at the fireworks at this point. He was too busy looking at you, a giant smile on his face. There was a flash behind you, but you didn't really pay any mind to it.

The show was coming to its finale, giant, colorful fireworks being set off to the song. Everyone cheered as and the narrator started.

“And so, our journey comes to an end. But yours continues on. Grab a hold of your dreams and let it come true, for you are the key to unlocking your own magic. Now go, let your dreams guide you. Reach out and find your own happily ever after.”

You felt Tom let go of your hand and you turned over to see why, but you just gasped at the sight that you saw.

Tom was down on one knee, more flashes from the photographer going off now that it was actually the time. The music of the show had softened, not as loud as it was before. Tom had picked the exact right moment of the show to do this.

“(Y/N),” Tom started, “I have loved you for the longest time. We’ve been through so much together: like me leaving a lot, or having to have long distance between us, or barely getting to talk to each other because of time zones. There’d be times when I was just waking up when you were going to sleep. You’ve put up with so much and I am the luckiest guy to have someone as patient and understanding as you loving me.”

At this point you had began to cry as Tom held your hand in his. You were shocked, not expecting this at all, but all you felt was pure love and joy for the man in front of you. Other people began to look on as well, more interested in this than the firework show happening.

“I had us come here to our special place and knew that this was the perfect place to ask you …. (Y/N), will you marry me?” He looked up at you, hope in his eyes.

“Of course Tom. Yes!” You mumbled through happy tears as Tom put the ring on your finger and he jumped up to hug you tightly.

Everyone around you had clapped and cheered, some even videoing or taking pictures as well. The disney photographer took a few more pictures and you finally realized Tom had him there on purpose.

“I love you. So much.” You said happily. “I can’t believe you pulled this off. This was absolutely amazing Tom.”

“Well, this place means a lot to us. Now, it means even more.” He said, right before pulling you back into a tight hug.

Later on, back on your way to the hotel, instead of posting the picture of the both of you on Space Mountain, you posted another.

“YourInstagramName: And they all lived happily ever after ….”

#ahhhh ok so there it is #my post #sorry for the mistakes or if this is a mess

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wine-porn · 5 years ago

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I’ve always been a fan of Aglianico. Although in America, pickings can be slim, and–as it is considered a variety of great aging potential–often moderately old. Not that there’s anything wrong with old wines, not at all. But feeling these wines in their bright freshness–at their source–and seeing all the measures taken to PRESERVE that youthful fruit is something quite overlooked when only exposed to wines developing tertiary. There were several side benefits to experiencing the Aglianico at Tenuta Del Meriggio. First of all, it exposed me to Taurasi, the very special DOCG dedicated to Aglianico, but nearly overshadowing these powerful reds are the ridiculous whites produced alongside: Greco (Tufo DOCG) and Fiano (Avellino DOCG). It should also be mentioned a couple ancient, indigenous grapes are also produced: Coda di Volpe as a DOC and Falanghina, which Americans are probably far more familiar with in relation to wines from Campania–at least when I mentioned I was traveling there, Falanghina was the first word out of my wine-friends’ mouths.

While we’re on the subject of *Compania knowledge* I should mention what EYE knew about it going in. 99% of my exposure in several decades of drinking wine in the U.S. had been under the Feudi Di San Gregorio label. This is a brand fairly common in the US and pretty much represented the extent of my experience save for a few outliers over the years. As part of my research WHILE in Campania, I picked up this same label off a local shelf just to see how it compared to the stuff I was being exposed to at a boutique winery. The results were shocking. It is–quite literally–supermarket plonk, nowhere NEAR exuding the sort or lavish fruit and mineral experienced at Meriggio. And to think I have a fair amount of this in my cellar!

The other thing I always do before such trips to relatively unknown regions is to snoop around what others say. I went through my library of Usual Suspects on all things encyclopedic to wine and came away with not much more than I already knew. While most entries were promising of decent quality and variable nuance, most indicated the best-known brand to stick to as Mastroberardino, whose ‘Radici’ bottling I ALSO experimented with while in Naples and it, too, displayed the kind of dull, safe normal-ness and un-inspiring fruit the Feudi did. An interesting aside here is this is almost IDENTICAL to the VERY BRIEF wiki-page on Taurasi, which indicates in its scant dozen-sentences the appellation was relatively unknown until early this century, where it has exploded to over 200 labels BUT–as if tearing a page directly from Karen McNeil’s book–lists solely the afore-mentioned Mastro as the only “wine-of-interest”.

Well then. I’m here to change your mind about that.

Loyal readers will know I am not one to allow *the story* to over-shadow the stuff under the cork, but one of the beauties of spending an entire week on a winery is the ability to really get to know the proprietors, their ideals, and their goals. Keep in mind this was not a week on a region, or on a variety, not even within a consorzio of producers, but an entire week on a single winery. Oh, but there are way MORE benefits. Completely immersing oneself in the dining and sources of dining in a very tight area sheds light on the symbiotic relationship between the wine and local cuisine. And in gastronomic cultures this old, the association is obvious. Not to be ignored are the local sights and sounds, and spending an entire week nearly one-on-one with the proprietors of a local business which depends on regional intricacies allows ample time to *stop and smell the roses* as it were, with plentiful side-trips to sights both adapted-to naturally and created as part of societal history. From the rocky switchbacks overlooking the colorful Amalfi coast to narrow hillside villages in the shadow of Vesuvius–castles and churches and palaces and museums in between–all proudly reflecting their stitches in the fabric of a region, and all benefiting from the bounty–and climate–of the Mediterranean. Because we’re here to talk about food & wine, remember?

Tenuta Del Meriggio is a winery born from a life-long interest in wine by a family dedicated to–and still fully immersed in–the on-the-street healthcare industry. Both Bruno and Nunzio Pizza dreamed of making wine themselves one day and this rocky little hillside above Avellino is the fruition of their physical–and financial–dedication to this goal. No expense has been spared in this state-of-the-art winery, and it shares many complements with its dug-deep hillside location. The sticky volcanic clay holds moisture indefinitely, translating to wet natural cellar walls producing near-100% humidity and shiver-inducing year-round temperatures, but also hampering off-season cultivation of the stony slopes and contributing constantly to vine-concern–especially in springtime. Unlike some wine-production facilities I have been inside of in Italy, this place is near-sterile in cleanliness, the equipment computer-controlled and several of the pieces geeky enough to have a function outside the grasp of someone fairly familiar with winery-processes.

I won’t go into a whole lot of detail about the winery. It’s brand new; It’s beautiful; The inside of almost all wineries is identical–the age and layout and whether the floor-drains work the only variables. Two or three things did pique my interest enough to bear mentioning though. They have a water-reclamation system installed downhill of the crush-pad. If you’ve ever worked in a winery, you KNOW the incredible amount of water used–not consumed, used–in keeping everything flowing. This water all has to go somewhere and it doesn’t really have anything WRONG with it. So a series of ponds and sumps and a selection of plants and gravels produce not only water which can be used as irrigation on the rare occasion, but re-used in the winery for cleaning. Another wish-list item I will mention is their own cold-room. Probably 2000-2500 sqft–not to mention the 20′ high ceilings–it is capable of (at least) 0° Celsius and is used in both pre-production fruit and post-production bottle stability. Lastly, I loved the Austrian-oak (not variable top) upright fermenters where the Aglianico spends upwards of 45 days in primary. They are big though–I mean what the hell even IS 100hl??? But they are very pretty and I kinda want one.

Are the wines organic or the property biodynamic? No. But here’s the thing you have to realize about European wineries: EVERYTHING is automatically far more “organic” than American agriculture–even without the badge–and EVERYONE is striving to both grow grapes and produce wines with as little chemical sleight-of-hand as possible. Americans have this weird black-and-white on-off switch when it comes to “organic”, and I’ve seen their faces when they ask and get the simple answer, “No.” If you stick around long enough for the FULL answer–and a complete understanding of wine-making approach in Europe–apparent is the fact the vineyard manager and winemaker are doing their best to minimize applications and additives, but a healthy vineyard is more important than an organic one and a healthy fermentation is more important than a natural one. This is the same argument I proffer constantly to the ‘Natural Wine’ crowd: There are no Natural Wines, only NATURALER wines. Being certified organic cuts hard into a wineries ability to compete in Italy, and honestly, the natives are just not as concerned about that word *officially* appearing on a label. Make sure your wines are being thoughtfully made, and vague titles won’t matter.

The winery itself sits up at about 1500 feet elevation on a fairly steep south-facing slope with various exposures of varying degrees for various small blocks of fruit. The exact town is Montemiletto, near the town of and in the province of Avellino, in the district of Irpinia–which is also the appellation? in the region of Campania. Sorry, the Irpinia part I never was quite able to get a handle on in terms of specific geographical boundaries, although it IS the appellation. Got that all straight? The Taurasi and Tufo DOCG’s are nearby at slightly lower elevations. The pecking order at this winery (and similar to others I have witnessed) is an “agronomist” (basically: vineyard manager)–and at Meriggio, Mr. Bruno Pizza is also an agronomist–who works year-round almost equally with the “oenologist” (they don’t really ever say ‘winemaker’), who here, is a rather famous Carmine Valentino and CLEARLY performing the duties which stateside would be called ‘Consulting Winemaker’ (the consulting part doesn’t translate, believe me I tried). Then there is the full-time on-site winemaker they also call an oenologist or sometimes ‘Technician’ who clearly is performing in the function we would call Assistant Winemaker. After that, it’s just a bunch of pruners, pickers and hose-draggers, the daily minutia of management I got to witness first-hand and let me tell you it differs NOT ONE SPECK from here in California. Tenuta Del Meriggio also has at the helm a Communicazione Commerciale or something something–a marketing director–by the name of Paolo Sibillo, a very focused but gregarious former boxer who speaks perfect English and naturally has his finger on everything from production and pricing to packaging and distribution. It’s quite a team, but we all know Nunzia runs the whole thing.

But how are the wines? I know you’re here for the wines. Let’s talk about the whites first. How beautiful these things were. Perfect with all the seafood we ate all over town at numerous restaurants. Everywhere, the Greco and Fiano came out. The latter far richer and rounder than the former, and naturally a favorite with the Chardonnay-drinkers in the crowd. The Greco is angular and lean, more akin to Riesling to me and was my favorite whenever the two were presented. A couple of notes about my notes which later proved themselves factually: First, I kept noting KMBS in the Greco. Turns out ‘Tufo” is the rock they quarry in the region to make the cobblestones and it has a very high sulfur content. There’s one. Secondly, I insisted the Greco was tannic. Turns out it has a very thin, delicate skin which actually GOES THROUGH the press mesh, creating a bit of skin-contact in the fermenters and with it, tannin. Lastly, I kept getting oak in the Fiano, even though it sees no oak (the reserve does). You would SWEAR there’s oak in it. In reality, this is a by-product of them freezing the grapes for 48 hrs before pressing. (remember that cold-room?) It creates a nutty, oaky, full mouthfeel while preserving the fruit. So I’m not crazy, after all.

18 irpinia coda di volpe DOC Big citrus and austerity but it kind of turned into a bit of sweetness, candy pie or something. Kinda dusty floral really really dusty… It’s a great standalone grape they only make a little bit of it most of it goes in the blend but it’s really sharp, acidic and has an interesting floral but yet teary softness to it that belies its intensity. 18 fiano di avellino (day 2) Creamy round vanilla nutty oak. Old worldy and full of applesauce, melon and kiwi. Green cleanness reverberates throughout the cellar funk. 18 fiano di avellino (day 3) I’m getting so much richness here, more than I got last night. It’s all cream soda in the nose nice Twinkie icing but not cream cheese frosting, no citrus, all chubby roundness. … Big round old world funk in the mouth, gritty soggy soil but a granular brightness. 17 fiano di avellino Nice and clean, none of the barnyard funk I get off the 18. Nice apple and peach little bit of spice, little cardamon… In the mouth full and rich again. I could sell endcaps of this to Chard drinker and convert them. It has all the full mouth feel that Chardonnay drinker, chablis drinker and sancerre drinker needs but also the acidity and the minerality doesn’t take a break. Mouthfeel goes on and on.

18 greco di tufo (day 2) Interesting funky nose, nice reduction and stewed fruit, good earthiness and body in nose, good mineral edgy sharp in nose: cream soda and sprite notes with KMBS? … In the mouth, full and rich, 13.5 guess: 14. Full and round, almost a seedy strawberry Sierra-berry goodness. Citrus rind edge sharp and cutting. Mid palate a lil thin then comes crashing back to almost tannic bitterness. A brilliant white wine. Absolutely world-class stuff. I love this wine. 18 greco di tufo (day 3) I thought I got a touch of potassium metabisulfite off the front this morning and it’s still here. I’m getting a lot more baking spice off of this one really interesting cinnamon and nutmeg and a pastry pastry cheese note… Ridiculous mouthfeel but not a California sort of atmosphere, a raspy and honest bitter and there’s no way to argue there is not tannin in this wine. This is a winter-time wine–it won’t keep you warm but it will keep you alive. 14 greco di tufo Bad vintage? A lot creamier nose… full mouthfeel, good pomplamousse and more applesauce, all your dreams are alive here, boys & girls, ridiculous acidity, crazy mineral. Solid mouthfeel for decades. This is not made as well as the 18 and I would love to taste the 18 at this age.

18 fiano di avellino selectione A little oak on this one but really not noticeable in the nose. I was expecting something more. Solid but it actually has come and gone the other direction from the non selection it’s really really light… Rich and full in the mouth but it doesn’t let you get too far down the road before all that mineral kicks in… all the Chardonnay drinkers in the room def prefer the non-selection. Bottled 2 months ago and the feel like it’s a little awkward at this moment. Still it’s brilliant brilliant stuff. 18 greco di tufo selectione This is clean and mellow in the nose I feel like some of the lovely stuff I like about the stainless steel has been eroded. I’m getting more potassium metabisulfite I feel like it might be really recently bottled? Tomato stem and water down honey in the mouth. Very mellow and smoothed out but you’ve got tannin still there. I’m sorry I’m just not the biggest fan of these selections which is pretty much par for the course with me. The regular bottlings have more fruit. To their credit although they are both very freshly bottled and and perhaps will settle down a little bit in 6-months.

15 irpania aglianico DOC Nice dense formidable Ruby with a barely faded edge staining with good legs… Beautiful & nails all the way through. Smooth down into a nice cherry reduction pomegranate where the chocolate tobacco is just pouring out of it even though it’s only 5. Nice green-briar but it’s a polished sort of briar. Acid is going to be there it’s just a breath in the background underneath all that cinnamon. In the mouth you can definitely taste the age. It has a crazy fruit to it but also a little bit of imbalance because the the tannins and the acidity are so huge, there’s a wall of dark fruit that lingers slightly behind it and is it saving grace. This needs about 4 hours in a decanter then you possibly could approach it. So much going on in the nose and in the finish that I feel sorry for the entry and middle. There is a really nice herb or herbaceous sort of rosemary oil thing going on in the finish that I could really get addicted to. A stupidly delicious wine. 14 taurasi aglianico DOCG Plain and elegant in the nose. Subdued at first. Dull briar fruit so huge, massive cherry luxardo finally blows up. So elegant in the mouth, mouth-wrackingly dry and acidic, I could literally drink this wine all day long I’m not going to fall into the crutch of comparing it to another region it’s just not fair. This is stupidly good, perfect barrel, good fruit. I will be a little bit concerned that maybe the fruit will not out live with the tannin but there’s gobs of it back there so it’s not really my place to say. 12 taurasi aglianico DOCG Showing a bit more garnet in the glass. Just a hint of brick at the edge. A little bit oxidized in the nose to be honest, creamy buttery big bread popcorn sort of nuances borderline on banana but not quite going there. Through all this nutty and reduced fruit shine calamata and Herbs de Provence notes. Ridiculous fruit, honestly more fruit than the 14 which would bode well for my question as to whether the fruit can outlive the tannin. 10 taurasi Aglianico DOCG Really starting to smooth there. Still all there but really starting to smooth out and the reduction on fruit is just absolutely gorgeous. Lithe and bitter and green, fruit a glorious bystander in the tertiary theme.

I know I was supposed to rant and rave about the Taurasi’s–and I did, to a point–but that little 2015 “regular” Irpinia DOC Aglianico was my wine of the day several times. I kept coming back to it as a benchmark for what the variety could do. I know it has zero barrique aging and was actually released LONG before it had this much bottle-age, but it is straight-up gorgeous. Funny thing is: later on in the week we attended a big formal dinner with local celebrities and notables. They served one red. I couldn’t believe it: My WINE OF THE WEEK: the 2015 Irpinia Aglianico. Good things come to those who wait.

And what the world needs now is more Greco and Aglianiaco.

These wines are available thru Siena Imports on the West Coast.

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Getting to know Avellino I've always been a fan of Aglianico. Although in America, pickings can be slim, and--as it is considered a variety of great aging potential--often moderately old.

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Diamond Edge in NY Concert Experience

sorry i’ve been so inactive lately, you can blame the entirety of my trip to New York and the Seventeen concert :,)

Anyways, I posted all of the videos I got on my Instagram (@/justpeachymomo) and I talked about the whole experience in a thread on Twitter (@iamumisonoda) so feel free to check those out if you’d like! If not, I’ll put some of the key moments in this here post

waiting in line was a fairly decent experience. we were in the shade, there were plenty of nice people, i did a lot of dancing, etc.

BUT thanks to the sidewalk, my hands were FILTHY within minutes

hi-touch was moved from after the concert to before the concert @ 5

i was expecting to be able to have a few minutes to freshen up, but as soon as i walked into the venue @ 5:00, i made direct eye contact with minghao and panicked

not only did i 1) not prepare anything to say that soon but 2) my hands were filthy and I hadn’t been able to wash them as there were no bathrooms nearby

regardless, hi-touch was wild. it went by so fast and i think i was so shaken by how sudden it was that i forgot to make eye contact with about half the group. here’s who i did get a good look at though!

minghao and jun: both are so incredibly handsome in real life and, after i made eye contact with minghao for two seconds while walking in, he just had this half-smirk on and jun did too kinda??

jeonghan: jeonghan....,,, is so pretty, so ethereal in person. i stg i was so shook i don’t even remember who was on either side of him, i was just focused in on him

woozi: as someone who is 5′2″, woozi wasn’t that much taller than me but that just made it easier to make eye contact with him lmao. he looked so sweet and kind and iaodighlidj

seungkwan: seungkwan was GLOWING i am sure of it. he looked just so amazing?!!! i told him “you’re so beautiful” and he just had this really wide and bright smile that reached his eyes and was so genuine and i wanted to cry

dk: dk was so tall and handsome, i felt so incredibly blessed to see him so close. his features are all so sharp and i absolutely love it. as i was passing in front of him, he had this face like: <:o, like a very happy, surprised expression?? idk if it was bc i had this face glitter on or bc lots of ppl in line had these “Carats <3 DK” stickers including myself but !!!!

joshua: SO JOSHUA OOOOOOOH BOY, okay.!!! joshua was the only member i had something prepared for. but, since hi-touch was going by so fast i had to scrap it. i ended up looking him in the eyes and saying as sincerely as possible, “i love you SO much” and he just looked back at me and said “thank you” in his gentle voice and WOW also his hands were kinda soft but also cold??

(damn i can’t believe i missed 1/2 of performance unit and the whole hip-hop unit gdi izzy)

despite having a vip ticket, i ended up kinda way in the back bc i couldn’t see and there was this little bar area that was elevated since the venue is normally a club

i spent the whole concert with a support beam partially blocking my view :)

there were so many LIT remixes of their songs (there was a rock ver. of OMG, Rock had an extra dance break at the end, Don’t Listen in Secret sounded sorta gothic/vampire-y)

hoshi, wonwoo, and jun taught everyone the point moves in Crazy in Love, Rock, and Chuck and shaded the 2nd and 3rd floors for not dancing

hoshi said wonwoo’s body was sexy and jun motioned over wonwoo’s body

hoshi said how u need to use ur hips in Crazy in Love and jun just cupped wonwoo’s ass

seungkwan was in the middle of talking but cut himself off to point to a little kid in the audience and ask “how old are you??” in english and the kid said seven so he was like “Ah you’re seven? You’re seven, we are Seventeen!” and everyone LOST it

at some point they showed old photos of the boys and i almost cried

dino sang a little bit of Single Ladies by Beyonce, What Do You Mean by Justin Bieber, Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars and ended it w/ Billie Jean by Michael Jackson (ofc)

woozi sang a little bit of I’m The One by DJ Khaled and hoshi, vernon, and dk did the juju on that beat move

coups and seungkwan did aegyo

the whole venue got turnt when they said “i check in New York City” in Check In

mingyu gave coups a piggyback ride during Healing

during one of the members’ ending ment, minghao whispered something to vernon and vernon held onto minghao’s shoulder and looked at him with this face like “you right :o” and they kept whispering back and forth

it was so funny i wish i knew what they were talking abt

and that’s about it!! i didn’t want to mention any of the negative stuff that occurred for the sake of keeping the post positive (especially bc i’m sure plenty of other people have already talked about the bad). overall, the concert was great and New York fans were respectful for the most part except for the bad eggs who in no way represent all of the fans that were there. i certainly had an amazing time and i’m glad i could have this experience. hoping i’m able to see them whenever they come back!

#seventeen #diamond edge #diamond edge tour #seventeen diamond edge #diamond edge in ny #diamond edge in nyc #svt

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