#LOOK AT HOW TALL IS JOJO

[jooniez]

JOJO SIWA PRESENTING BTS THEIR AWARD AND INTERACTING & TAKING A SELFIE WITH THEM LEGENDS SUPPORTING LEGENDS!!!!! 😭🌈💕💗✨💫💖💞💓⭐️✨💫💓

[sstan-hoe]

— 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑂𝑢𝑡 —

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — mob!bucky barnes × fem!reader

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 — “i don’t know what kind of wine you’re meant to have with takeout, so i got both.”

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 — none! But listen to PERFECT from ED SHEERAN please you should really do it

𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒 — this was requested by the lovely @bucky-barnes-diaries who gifted me with this marvelous idea, it screamed mob au where he only knows fancy but reader isn't as fancy, reblog, follow and comment !

𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡

To say Bucky was nervous would be an understatement, he was anxious. Never before did he have a Valentine's Day as important as this one.

It was the first Valentine’s day he would celebrate with you. For weeks he had planned the perfect day, with a private screening of Jojo Rabbit and a fancy dinner afterwards. Then one night as you laid cuddled up in bed you told him how you didn’t want to do anything fancy.

You hadn't grown up in luxury or lived in it for a long time like Bucky. Of course you knew he only wanted to cherish you, but you didn't need that.

Instead your idea was to buy takeout and have a nice relaxing evening.

That wasn't on Bucky's list. However he wouldn’t do something that you didn’t want which was why he was currently in his wine cellar looking for the perfect wine. The Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru and the Coche-Dury Corton-Charlemagne Grand Cru, but which wine would someone drink with takeout? Red or white? Or no wine at all? He decided to take both.

You were already buzzing with excitement, this Valentine’s day would be special which was the reason you wanted to do something normal and not fancy. In the past years you’ve never met a man quite like Bucky, he was a gentleman, cared for you, worshiped you and respected you.

Everything was finished, a set table with fresh roses, dim lights and romantic playlist you found on Spotify. Now any minute Bucky would come and sweep you off your feet.

The doorbell rang and you had to keep a giggle from coming to the surface as you skipped over to the door. Opening the wooden door it revealed Bucky, his hair pulled back into a man bun, he wore black jeans and a matching black flannel.

“Hey there handsome…,” you smirked leaning against your doorframe. Bucky mirrored your smirk and stepped closer to you. “Hello, beautiful…,” he leaned his face down, his nose almost touching yours.

In moments like these you realized once again how tall he was compared to you. Bucky’s hand grasped your cheek to kiss you, the kiss was full of passion and his tongue graced your bottom lip to ask for permission. Instantly your mouth fell open to let him in. Your tongues danced over dominance, the kiss as hot as fire.

You had to pull back for air, breathing heavily you looked into his blue eyes with a big smile. Bucky rested his forehead on yours and closed his eyes like you before he pushed you inside your flat.

“I don't know what kind of wine you’re meant to have with takeout, so I got both,” he said as you both came to a stop. A hearty laugh escaped your lips at his words, “no worries, my love,” you assured him and led him to the table.

The mob boss had a spark in his eyes as he saw how beautifully you decorated the table, “look what my pretty girl did! This looks amazing, dragul meu.” his Romanian tongue had butterflies dancing in your belly.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to kiss the crown of your head.

“Takeout is still not here…wanna dance?” you asked with a little smirk and raised eyebrows. The brunette immediately took your right hand and spun you around, “with pleasure,” he whispered against the shell of your ear as he had you flush against his chest.

He spun you back around and the music switched to ‘Perfect’ from Ed Sheeran.

His hands rested on your waist as your hands closed around his neck. Your head laid on his shoulder, trying to be as close to him as possible.

Swaying around your living room, the room was full of love. You enjoyed this moment, it should never end because this is right where you wanted to be forever. This man, he was the one you wanted to be with forever without exception.

You lifted your head and opened your eyes to see he was already looking at you with those dreamy blue eyes. The smile never left your lips, he looked perfect.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off you, he wondered how he deserved a woman like you. A woman who was okay with what he was doing, a woman who appreciated him, a woman who wasn’t with him for his money and a woman who accepted him with his scars.

A soft warm hand laid against his cheeks and you looked at him with this gaze, he didn’t want that to change, ever.

You were the woman he would marry, have children with, grow old with and would spend forever with. “And now I know I have met an angel in person,” Bucky began singing along quietly, his voice angelic.

“And she looks perfect,” his eyes never left yours as you tried hard not to tear up, “I don’t deserve this,” Bucky pulled you closer.

“You look perfect tonight,” he whispered the last words before he closed his lips on yours.

[fatfuckingcatstuff]

Balam Shichiro X Reader

Gift for my friend, full of fluff

Ok so first off, he's well known for his urge to just pat people's heads. Whether it'd be one of his students to a random grandma. Now let's take that fact and put it into a relationship with him.

Headpats

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Every second in your life, your head will never be alone. The only time you don't have a giant hand on your head is when both of you are at work.

Whenever you're in a bad mood or just tired in general he'd always somehow know and give your head a nice massage. Maybe 10 seconds or so after his big hands move around on your head you fall instantly into a coma-ish sleep.

Quality Time

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He's quite huge, like I actually mean it. His canon height is 95 feet tall which makes him 9 foot 6 inches...

tall bitch

I can imagine him just lying on the bed, starfish position and a Y/N also in the same position on top of him. It's like a person stranded on a big ass island.

Standing next to him you are nothing but a small insect. A pathetic tiny creature.

I Headcanon he likes to put you on his shoulders and just walk around.

Piggybacks would NEVER work. You're too fucking short for it and he's too fucking tall.

I mean sure he could carry you but the only view you'd get is HIS BACK.

HAIR

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(Before short hair)

He would absolutely love it whenever you styled his hair. Not only does it help him see better he also gets to look pretty like the babygirl he is.

Everyday he would show up to the school with either brightly coloured bows and his hair tied in a long ponytail or other stuff.

He would be the centre of attention and he knows he looks good because of his Y/N making sure he looks fabulous everyday.

(Short Hair Arc)

He cut his hair. How could he. The absolute betrayal. You could no longer style his long silky hair with your Jojo siwa bows, no more cute ribbons or anything.

He felt that his long hair was a big inconvenience for both him and you. Luckily his hair is still fluffy enough to put random hair accessories in it.

HHSISJWJN HI THANKS SM FOR READING I HAD ALOT OF FUN WRITING THIS.

[koogl001]

Admiring from afar

One-shots and HCs Masterlist

It has been a few weeks since you transferred to the new high school in Japan, due to your parents moving because of work. It was difficult, the people in your class were already split into small groups of friends, leaving you alone, which resulted in you sitting alone awkwardly every break. At least, you could enjoy the peace and quietness, or so you thought.

“Jojo!”

“Hi Jojo!”

“Jojo, I brought you lunch!”

“Jojo, I missed you so much!”

Squealed the girls surrounding a lone delinquent by the name – you guessed it – Jotaro Kujo. This left you baffled, seeing as you could never understand why those girls would swoon over someone who would constantly call them bitches, threaten them, tell them how annoying they are (though you had to agree with that one) and shout at them every time they got on his nerve, which was always. Don’t get me wrong, you could appreciate the fact that he was handsome, and his mysteriousness somewhat intrigued you, but you would never stoop so low as to become another girl chasing after him. Having the lunch period, you decided to venture to the roof, hoping to be the only one there. You were lucky, looking around the space, bento in hand, you didn’t see anyone.

“Man, my head hurts… Do those girls ever just like, stop?”

Opening the container, you quietly and peacefully ate your lunch. When you got back to your class, there was something that caught your attention. That something being a pink note in your bag. Looking it over, there was no signature or any indication of whom could have left that for you, so you just stuffed it into your pocket, deciding to read it after school. What you didn’t know though, was that you were not the only one who noticed it. A dark glare was shot towards the little note before you could hide it.

“Is that a confession note?”

You asked no one in particular, more so just talking to yourself to confirm your thoughts. When you got home, you finally had the time to read the letter a few times. Although you had no intention of accepting feelings of someone you didn’t even know, it spiked your curiosity enough for you to decide to meet this person. Going to bed, you fell asleep, not realising someone was standing outside your window.

“Star platinum!”

Mumbled the tall student, using his stand to discreetly open your window and help him climb in without any disturbance. Walking over to your bed, his thumb lightly slid across your lips, the person aching to just claim them as his. But everything had its time and place, and this was neither the time nor place. The time and place, as the note stated, would be tomorrow, on the rooftop at 4 pm sharp, where he would confess his feeling to you by doing the ultimate love gesture, killing for you. Yes, a perfect way to show that he would do anything, ANYTHING for you.

“Finally!”

You stretched your hands above your head, hearing the bell signalising the end of school for today. Your curiosity over who you would be meeting was strong enough to make you more that just a bit giddy. As you made your way atop the school however, there was a strong metallic scent. Anxiously you opened the door separating you from whatever was emitting this smell. What you saw, you were not prepared for. Blood. Blood everywhere where your eyes looked. Blood and chunks of what was once a human body. Your fight or flight instinct kicked in, spinning on your heel so quickly it was a miracle you didn’t fall, you ran. Or at least, you attempted to run when suddenly, an invisible force latched onto you, not permitting you to move a muscle.

“Just where do you think you’re going.”

Came a gruff voice, making the hair on your neck stand. Was it- No, it couldn’t be!

“And after what I did for you, how ungrateful.” The force swiftly turned you around, into the open arms of your classmate, Jotaro Kujo himself.

“Wh…..w-what….”

You couldn’t talk, or more precisely you couldn’t breathe. You were hyperventilating, feeling like you were drowning. This is not real. It can’t be real! It’s just a joke, a practical prank, a way to scare the “new girl”, right?

“Yare yare, isn’t it obvious? I killed him.”

“W-why…”

“Because you’re mine.”

Stuck in disbelief and shock, you didn’t register the hand combing thru your locks, nor his lips claiming yours because this is it. This is the time and place.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 74. brb x oc

a/n: me @ me: stop creating more characters for this fic, you dumbass.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, IM SORRY IM JUST HAPPY OK

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“And we’re home!” Rooster’s usually deep voice came out higher as he opened the passenger door to pick up Nikki, “Home,we’re home! Isn’t that fun?” Nicole wriggles her legs when he picks her up, kissing her cheek and closing the door with his hip.

The dogs were already alert by their presence, Eleanor’s deep bark being the loudest of the three followed by Jolene’s claws scratching on the door so they’d come in quickly, “We are all going out tonight, honey, isn’t that fun?” Rooster unlocks the garage door and the dogs go wild. Eleanor and Jack have the zoomies while Jolene sits patiently next to Rooster with her tail wagging on the tiled floor, “Hey,Jojo. Is Bea home?”

The pittie licks his hand after he pets her, then trots away to the hallway where she lies down, “Ah,not yet huh? That’s fine.” he places the baby bag on the kitchen counter, moving Nicole to his opposite arm, “She’ll be home soon.”

“Aa!” 

“Yes,Birdie,mommy will be home soon.”

Nicole smacks her lips a few times, giggling when she sees Eleanor and Jack still zooming around the house, just a blur of white and brown running from one side to the other - Eleanor sometimes slamming onto something along the way as she usually did. Rooster smiled down at his daughter, fixing some of the strands that covered her forehead, “You know, maybe it’s better if we give you a bath, huh? Get all cleaned up when mommy gets here?”

She ‘aa’ed again, pressing her open mouth on his chin to ‘kiss’ him again, which makes him laugh softly, “Okay,silly girl, you wanna wait for mommy?” another kiss on his cheek followed by Nicole looking towards the front door, “Okay, let’s stay in the living room then.”

Today was…pretty nice, he had to admit.

It’s been some time since he spent time with Mav and now he had Nicole to add to the mix! There was nothing better than spending time with family…and Mav was his family. As he sits down on the couch, he leans back against it to keep his eyes on Nicole as she babbles happily, tapping her tiny hands on the seat and staring at it after the dull thud reached her ears.

So she did it again, slapping her palms against the top of the couch and gurgling a laugh because she was making noise. Bradley just smiled, tilting his head to have a better look as she had her fun…she was so big already. She was still four months old but he remembered how Claudia said that Nicole was ‘stretched up’ already for her age, she said that some of the boys were the same and he also recalled his own baby pictures.

“You are going to be kinda tall,huh?” he smiles, watching the pigtails bounce as she continues her rhythm creation, “...just don’t grow up too fast, okay?”

He was excited to see what his daughter was going to look like when older, that was something every parent goes through…but he didn’t want to miss her younger years either. There was always something he wanted her to experience, he wanted her to enjoy her young life the best she could and maybe that was why they were going out tonight.

While feeding Nicole back at Mav’s he was hit with a thought that this was special…and unique, this was an experience that was going to mold Nicole when she’s older. She’d grow with a fuckton of uncles and aunts, cousins, she’d have people to run to when she needs…maybe it was his own trauma speaking, because while he had a wonderful childhood - within his mother’s grasp that is - he missed having more moments with people around them.

His mother’s siblings were…alright, he wasn’t close to them. From what he remembers, his mother rarely spoke about them either and the few times they showed up was for a brief time and never again. They did show up to her funeral but after that they disappeared like dust in the wind. 

Maybe he should’ve reached out then, maybe he should’ve vocalized his feelings more…but he was too angry to.

He tried finding their addresses to invite them for the wedding, but there was no such luck. Hell he couldn’t even find them online. It wasn’t bad, the people he cared about were at the wedding but it was strange not having part of his family there, especially on his mother’s side. His dad was an only child and his paternal grandparents passed away already…he wondered if there was any way to contact them?

Maybe there was one, maybe he should look deeper. Maybe they were just hidden in plain sight…he better talk to Bea about it, because while she knew how much he’d want to, he didn't want to take an emotional jump in trying to talk to them.

Or maybe it was better to likely let them go. They weren’t there for him when he needed, “...I just don't want to get upset about it.” he answers his own upset thoughts, “Not now, not when I have everything I never thought I’d have.” he turns to face Nicole, who was now running her palms back and forth on the couch’s fabric, watching how the tiny furs turned lighter every time she ran her hands over them “You know, your mother is a great listener.”

Nicole looks up at him, still running her hands on the couch, “She doesn’t have to be, but she is. And I appreciate it, but I don’t want to weigh her too much you know?” Nicole just blinked at him, “...or you because you are a four months old baby and certain feelings may cause stress when you are older- right. I better not talk about this then.”

Not to Nicole at least.

“Hey Nikki, look,” changing the subject was a great idea. He holds up his index finger, his daughter’s eyes immediately following it as he moves down until the tip touches the fabric. And he made a circle, the movement causing the furs to move and create a lighter shape on the couch.

Nicole gasped, slapping her hand on top of it and sliding down, blinking when there was only one broad line of pressed down furs instead of her father’s drawing on top, “Aah!” a few more slaps but the circle is gone, her little brows furrowed and she looked up at Rooster.

He grabs her much smaller hand, it almost disappears under his own, and holds her index finger up. He’s more delicate when touching the fabric because Nicole’s skin wasn’t like his, but he added enough pressure to draw something on the couch.

Now, he wasn’t Beatrice. He was shit at art, always was, but he could draw simple shapes and maybe a smiley face if he was lucky. And he could draw hearts, which was what he did just now, “This is a heart Nikki.” his daughter just kept looking at the new shape, amazement all over her face “See?” and he rubs her finger over the line as well, “A heart.”

He didn’t know why but this was weirdly entertaining, it was a lot better than to think about the relatives he hadn’t seen in years and yet wondered how they were. As he let Nicole’s hand go, he was happy to see that she tried to mimic his own movements, albeit not exactly but very close.

“Very good,Birdie.” he coos, making Nicole smile and drop the other hand to mirror its twin the best way it could, “Hmhm, very nice. You are a natural.” more tapping on the fabric, more quick movements of her hand that just added more lines to the drawing.

Rooster, however, looked up when he heard the garage door opening. Jolene immediately rose to her paws and ‘boofed’,tail wagging with her pups right behind her. “Look,Nikki. Mama is home!” and Nicole immediately stopped drawing, turning her head to the door Beatrice walked through every time she got home from work with her little fists shaking with excitement.

He hears the lock turn and Beatrice’s face peeks from behind the door, “Hi guys! Hi! Oh, God,Ellie!” she tries to push Eleanor back a bit so she could walk inside, laughing while avoiding a mean fall because she tripped on the dogs. She leans down to greet them, kissing their snouts and heads. Rooster just smiles, hearing her baby talking and footsteps approaching the living room, Nicole letting out little noises of excitement, “I think I hear someone!”

“She’s very excited to see you!”

The faucet opens as Bea washes her hands, “Only her?”

“I mean…when aren’t I excited to see you?” he quips back, smirking when he was met with silence. He was sure her face was bright red, “We are just chilling on the couch.”

“I’m on my way.” the faucet shuts off, followed by the dogs nails clicking on the floorboards and walking out of the kitchen past the couch, the twins about to have the zoomies again as soon as Beatrice stepped in.

Nicole squealed happily, bouncing a bit on the couch and in her excitement, she lost her balance and almost toppled forward onto the futon only for Rooster to quickly hold her up, “Nikki! God, are you okay,Birdie?” but his daughter just giggled, lifting her head to keep her mother within her vision, “Dumb question,huh? Course you are.”

“Hi sweetie!” Beatrice’s high pitched tone greeted their ears, the brunette made grabby hands towards Nicole then picked her up from Rooster’s hands, the little girl was still giggling and gurgling happily, her arms hugging her mother’s neck the best she could “Oh my God, hi sweetie!” Nicole squeals again when Beatrice kisses her cheek, burying her nose in her daughter’s hair, “God,I love the way baby shampoo smells.”

“I know right?” Rooster spreads his legs a bit, to get comfortable, “It’s great.”

Nicole babbles a bit more, holding onto the necklace that Rooster gave Beatrice, lifting the pendant close to her eyes just to see it shine a bit more under the light, “Everything okay?” Bea asked and Rooster has to hold back the amused chuckle, because of course she’d know if something was off with him from the second she walked in. He leans further into the couch, then pats his thighs so Beatrice could sit down.

She does, all the while still keeping Nicole in her grasp, the baby kept on babbling but dropped the necklace to hold onto her father’s shirt instead, “Just thinking about some things.”

“Such as?”

Rooster purses his lips, rubbing his knuckle on the edge of Nicole’s chubby cheeks, “...my aunt. My uncle.” he mutters, “My mother’s siblings.”

“What about them?”

“...I don’t know, I had a moment a few minutes back…thinking about all the things they ended up no doing for me.” he mutters, “I guess I’m a bit conflicted, because I’d want Nikki to have a connection with my mom’s family, she already has one with my dad because of Mav…so,I don’t know.”

Beatrice hums, gently shaking Nicole’s hand as her daughter latches her fingers around her own, “It’s not wrong to want that.” she smiles, “Because I’m sure your mother would be happy to see it too…but–”

‘I couldn’t even find them for our wedding.”

“Well,yeah…”

He sighs, frowning a bit, “I don’t know why I’m thinking about this now. I have my family in the Navy, those jerks are my family even if I shook them off,you know?”

“I know,honey.” Bea’s smile softens, “We can look for them, if you want?”

Bradley rolls his lips into his mouth, huffing quietly through his nose as he sinks into the couch bringing Beatrice and Nicole with him, “I dunno.” he mutters, “It’s…complicated I guess. They could’ve found me if they wanted too.”

“Well,yes.”

“...I don’t know,I really need to think about it. I really need to think about it.”

Beatrice furrows her brows, then rubs her thumb between his, “Are you going to be okay?” he nods, feeling the repetitive touch against his forehead, “I know you, Roos.”

“I’ll be fine,gorgeous…I promise…now, let’s get ready for dinner yeah?”

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Nicole had never seen so many colors in her life, she was just four months old after all. That’s why when they went to the taco truck she just stared up at the bright colors, head tilted and all as she looked at them swinging above her head. Beatrice smiled, leaning against her palm with her eyes focused on Nicole as she pointed upwards to where the lights were, “Yes,Nikki, those are lights, aren’t they pretty?” and they were pumpkin shaped, she had to get some of those for Halloween.

Nicole just waves the chicken, the anguished cries echoing through the night as she shakes it in her grasp, excited to her new surroundings. Beatrice looks up to check on Rooster, seeing he was leaning against the truck with his hip cocked to the side…which made his ass appear even better than normal. She didn’t want to stare, after all this was a public place, but she did sneak a peek.

One that her husband caught by looking over his shoulder at her, his eyebrow arching with amusement as he mouthed a ‘excuse me?’ towards her. Beatrice blushed but shrugged, throwing her hands up in the air as if to say she had no idea what was happening, only for Rooster to playfully roll his eyes and look back to the cook inside.

And soon enough he returned with their food, steaming hot and smelling delicious.

‘Alright.” he places the tacos down, “I got the usual for us and we also got extra salsa because of it.”

“We never deny free salsa, do we?”

“Nope, never.’

Beatrice laughed as she popped her soda open, looking down at Nicole who was staring at the new object with wide eyes, “This is a lot of information for her…I hope it’s not too much.”

“I don’t think so.” he says while pouring the soda inside the plastic cup, “She seems to be having a lot of fun.”

Nicole furrowed her brows because what was that thing they were drinking and could she have some? “No,Nikki, this is for mommy and daddy only.” Bea says when her daughter just reaches for the colorful can, whining a bit but settling down when her mother started caressing her hand.

“So, how was the training today? Any good?”

Beatrice smiled while chewing her taco, “Oh it was great Roos. Jessie is so good! She said she worked as a waitress on a restaurant a few years ago, when she was in high school. She’s really good. Oh, and…” she looks around surreptitiously, “I kinda prodded her about the guy.”

“The guy?”

“The guy.”

Who was worse: a group of middle aged women gossiping about their enemies…or Beatrice and Rooster, who were almost too excited when talking about Jessie and her bar crush, “Yes, “ Beatrice leans closer even if the music playing made it obvious no one would hear them, “So I asked her a little bit, about what he looked like and such, so he’s about Fanboy’s height.” her husband hums, very interested, “About…I don’t know, maybe twenty five, she said and he has short curly hair, tanned complexion.”

Rooster blinked, wracking his brain in hopes to figure out who it was, “...tanned complexion…”

“She said it was like a surfer tan.”

“Oh.Oh, oh I know him. Jared, yeah he’s one of the new recruits.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“Just in passing.” he shrugs, “Nothing serious, just a ‘good morning’ and nothing more…he also calls me sir which is really weird to hear.”

“Well you are a Lieutenant.”

“I mean,yeah.” he shrugs, “But still, there’s just…I don’t know, I never got used to it before, still not used to it now.” Beatrice furrows her brows at him, a bit confused “You know what I mean.”

“Roos, well,I mean, you told me you were an instructor and you are…of higher rank. Why would you feel weird about it? I mean, what if you get promoted? Do you want them to just go ‘hey bro it’s a nice morning at the base,huh’?” Bradley almost chokes on his drink at Beatrice’s attempt of a male voice, it sounded like she had a sore throat and was relying on medicine to get it clean. He snorts against his hand, trying his best to keep his laughter down. 

Beatrice has to do the same, biting her lips to hold her laughter back and distracting herself with Nicole. After almost choking on air and on his spit at least twice, Rooster coughs up laughing quietly, “You- holy shit- that was funny.”

“It wasn’t that funny,was it?”

“Baby you have no idea how hilarious you can be.” and again her cheeks turned red, her lips curling onto a smile, “Also,the honorific thing…it’s okay,I guess it’s just,well…Jared is like twenty one I think…Bea he was born in,what, the 00’s? Or something? Baby I was in high school when he was born.”

Beatrice chuckled as she dabs a napkin over her lips, wiping some of the sauce, “So you are just…hating it because it makes you feel…old?” he frowns, “...you know you look nothing like your age, right.”

“Hrm.”

“And even if you did, you’d still be so handsome.” Rooster smirked, bringing the soda can to his lips with his eyes still on Beatrice, he could live with that. “Besides, you look better than guys half your age, so…”

“Ah, smooth talking like that.” he tuts, “What’s a guy to think?”

Beatrice smiles at him, then reaches to touch his hand on the table, picking it up to run her thumb on the inside of his fingers, “I mean it,though.” she whispers, still touching his palm, “You are incredibly handsome and you still make my knees weak when you smile at me.” he laughs almost bashfully, licking his lips. Bea brings his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles before setting his hand back down, “I need to go to the bathroom, Roos. I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, leaving be high and dry here?” he complains, pouting his lips a bit, “You can’t do that.”

Beatrice smiles, walking around the table towards him where she cups his face in her hands and brings their lips together in a gentle - yet amazingly sensual - kiss, “I won’t be long.” she whispers against his lips, letting go of his face with a giggle, looking down at Nicole before she turns on her heel and leaves the table.

Rooster follows the sway of her hips with a smile, tilting his head just enough to see the shape of her ass move inside those tight black jeans she favored so much. Nicole’s gentle noises snapped him out of his reverie, his eyes immediately moving to his daughter who was already staring at him, “How’s the night going,Nikki? Hm? Is it fun?”

“Bahbaah,  buuhh!” and a surprise raspberry that neither of them expected considering the way Nicole jumped after she did that.

“Yeah,I’m having fun too, cutie.”

“Aa!”

“Yes,I know, mommy will come back soon.”

“Sir?”

He stops chewing, hoping he’s imagining things and he hasn’t heard the voice of one of the new recruits behind him. He inhales, choosing to believe it was all in his mind, “Sir, is that you? It is him,guys.”

Guys? Oh no.

[yanderememes]

Which yandere JoJo characters that are more of an alpha type? Just curious because I was watching how wolves have an alpha and beta groups. 👀

I like to think that all jojo yandere characters are alphas because of omega darling LOL

But you also make a point that some characters would be more alpha than others! I'm going to differentiate them based on a few sub categories just to spice up this post:

Overt Alphas - alphas who look the part. Are built with a strong physique and are blessed with tremendous physical strength and prowess. They're often tall (at least 6").

Jotaro, Dio, Jonathan, Risotto, Prosciutto, Kars, Joseph, Mista, Caesar, Hol Horse, Keicho, Formaggio

Psychological Alphas - alphas who may not look like alphas but possess psychological/personality characteristics such as bravery, leadership, charisma, resilience, and determination, that make them alphas.

Diego, Valentine, Giorno, Diavolo, Bucciarati, Rohan, Weather, Melone, Johngalli A., Donatello

[mrs-johansson]

Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 10:

“What does it say?” I looked through the mirror at my agent Ester who had just found an article about Scarlett and me.

“The title is, Valentine’s Day meeting for Jojo Rabbit.” She read it out loud and I immediately rolled my eyes. “The pair met up on a very odd day, that being Valentine’s Day. Lady Bird actress Y/n Cole and pal Scarlett Johansson enjoyed dinner at Pablo’s Jazz Bar in Manhattan on the day of lovers. Sources say, the pair were having a great time, cozy with each other and they left together. It is known that Cole is directing her first movie Jojo Rabbit later this year, with Johansson as the starring actress.” “I feel like I can’t meet up with anyone anymore without having tabloids everywhere,” I murmured while looking at the first dress. Melanie, my stylist, held the dress’s skirt part as I turned around, facing Eater. “What do you think?” I asked, smoothing over the material. “Did you have to go out on Valentine’s Day?” She spread her arms.

Letting out a sigh I stepped back up to the podium in front of the mirror. “Let’s look at the next one,” I told Melanie and once we took the dress off and she left the room, I reached for my robe.

“It was just a friendly dinner. We’ve been talking a lot lately and we thought we should meet up before filming, getting to know each other. It was just a coincidence that it was Valentine’s Day.” “And how was it?”

How was it? It was amazing. I had the most fun of my life, and I’m just mesmerized by this woman.

“Great. We had fun.”

***

Scarlett🌷: how was the fitting?

me: it was fine, got the dress and the accessories so everything’s done

Scarlett🌷: can I get a sneak peek?😏

me: hmm… I promised didn’t I?😌

me: (let’s pretend it’s a picture)

Scarlett🌷: god if they don’t give you the award in this dress then I’ll be very upset

Scarlett🌷: you look stunning y/n

me: thank you❤️ but I don’t think I’m going to win

Scarlett🌷: why wouldn’t you? You did amazing

me: there’s meryl who even though has a 100 of them, she still gets them every single time

me: Margot who played a real person and let’s not even mention the rest

Scarlett🌷: and still you’re there because you did a spectacular job at such young age

me: I don’t know

Scarlett🌷: whatever happens, I’m proud of you and I think you should win💛

me: it means a lot Scar❤️

***

It’s been a week since our date and honestly I kind of miss her. Yes, we talk almost every day, but Rose got home this week and of course, I understand that she has less time for me, but we’re gonna meet this weekend.

And today my dad is staying till we go to Los Angeles and I told him I’ll pick him up from the airport. Usually, he says that he’ll just catch a taxi, but I wouldn’t want him to suffer through an hour drive with a stranger.

Mom doesn’t have time to visit, as usual, honestly, I’m not even disappointed anymore.

Waiting for dad at the parking lot I was just reading the Bombshell script trying to memorize my lines then the text from dad popped up, that he was here.

Stepping out of the car I looked around the parking lot, hoping to catch his tall figure.

Even though I made sure to put glasses and a baseball cap on, some people still let their eyes linger and two younger girls even came up to me. But they seemed nice.

“Hi, we wouldn’t want to bother you but we’re big fans of you, is there any chance we can take a picture?” The girl on the left asked with hopeful eyes, she was shy but the other one seemed more anxious.

I couldn’t say no, they were polite and respectful. “Of course, what’s your name?” I took my glasses off, so I don’t look like an asshole in the pictures, no offense, but I don’t like when famous people do that.

“I’m Ava and this is my sister Nora,” the same girl said and her sister smiled shyly, picking on her nails.

We took a couple of pictures and the girls asked me about Red Sparrow a little bit but I couldn’t tell them much of course. Mostly Ava was the one who was talking

“And you Nora? What’s your favorite movie?” I looked at her and her eyes widened, cheeks got tinted with color. She shifted in her place and uncrossed her arms. “I like Lady Bird. I just relate to her a lot and I think you’re amazing in it. I hope you get the Oscar,” she said and I smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you.”

After a couple of minutes, my phone started ringing and I said goodbye to the girls and then took the call. “Hi honey, I just got out. Where are you?” Dad spoke. “I’m in the parking lot, you should see me if you come out on the A exit,” I kept looking that way then a couple of minutes later I saw his gray hair and waved to him which he thankfully saw.

***

“How was your flight?” “It was great, I got some work done,” dad said. “That’s great, what do you want for dinner?” “We can have takeout, you don’t have to cook.” “Are you sure?” I glanced at him and he nodded. “How’s mom?” I looked back at the road, watching the light turn green.

“She’s good, she says hi,” he said awkwardly. “Great.” “How are you? What have you been up to lately?” He quickly changed the topic.

“I’m good. I spend a lot of time with my friends a lot. Actually, this weekend, not sure if it's Saturday or Sunday, but I’ll have a friend coming over and it’s kind of new and I’m not sure if it’s time for you guys to meet yet…” “I’ll be gone for the day, don’t worry. Is it a guy or a girl?” I saw from the corner of my eyes that he was looking at me with a smirk. I glanced at him carefully then turned back. “A woman.” “Oh a woman, okay. Do I know her?” Dad asked with a teasing voice. “Probably,” I cleared my throat, already nervous about the whole conversation. “So she’s famous?” “Yeah, but it’s like really new. We only had one date so far,” I smiled shyly, trying to control my joy. “That's great, kid. And how was it?” “The best date I ever had. I don’t know, I feel like it’s already serious you know. And I really like her so I hope everything goes great.” Really hope it will, honest to God. She’s one of the best things that happened to me in the past couple of months.

“I’m glad Y/n. What’s she like?” “Well… She’s like a ray of sunshine, to be honest. She’s really funny and flirty and she makes me blush like all the time. She is uhm divorced and she has a daughter. She’s amazing really.” “A daughter?” The surprise in his voice. “Yeah, she’s three and she’s really cute.” “So she is older than you?” “Yeah, a little but it doesn’t bother me. She’s very intelligent and doesn’t really care about other people’s opinions, so she’s just… I don’t know, open-minded I guess.” “Maybe that’s what you need. I mean someone mature and seen the world.” “Okay, she’s not that much older, only by 8 years.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I pulled up to the driveway. “Oh, that’s not much. Will you tell me who it is?” Dad asked as we got out of the car.

“Hmm…” “Oh come on, you told me basically who she is, just not her name.” He got his suitcase from the back and I walked up to the door, unlocking the house. “You swear not to tell anyone though,” I watched as dad rolled the suitcase in, closed the door behind himself, and looked at me with big eyes.

“Swear on my mother’s grave,” he put his hand over his heart. “Especially not mom,” I took my coat off alongside my shoes. “Why can’t you just tell me? You know, you can trust me,” he spread his arms. He's right though.

“Okay… uhm,” nervously walking around the living room, I finally sat on the armrest of the couch. Dad stood at the living room door, on the edge for sure. “She’s a friend of Chris’s,” I started. “Okay…” I saw the wheels turning in his head. “It’s Scarlett Johansson…” I mumbled quietly, looking everywhere but at him. “Who?” Dad pushed his head forward, since I was so quiet. “Scarlett Johansson.”

He leaned to the door frame, crossing his arms. “Didn’t I raise you right?” “Oh my god…” I closed my eyes, hanging my head low. “What? She’s a very good-looking woman and she’s very successful. And from what you told me, she’s an amazing person. I’m proud of you, kid.” He walked up to me, wrapping me up in a big hug. “Thank you? I guess… but we’re not dating, you know?” “Yet! It seems like she’s got you wrapped around her finger pretty bad.” I smiled at his words and nodded. “She really does.”

***

In the next couple of days, we were at home mostly. Once or twice we went out to dinner or lunch or just walked around town for a while.

It was Friday night, Dad thought it was the perfect time to watch a movie after we had dinner. Opened a bottle of wine and settled down on the couch, watching a film of his choice.

“I don’t even like this guy,” I murmured as I watched Matt Damon on the screen. “Why not?” “Because he has an asshole face. I’ve never met him though.”

I’m not mean I swear, I just have people who I look at and I don’t like them, does that make sense?

My phone started buzzing next to me and I quickly reached for it to see that it was Scarlett. “I’ll be back,” I said as I was getting up from the couch, taking the call.

“Hi,” I said swiftly, really nervous about the call. Gosh, I felt my Palma being sweaty and I swear my heart was racing. “Hey, I just wanted to check if we’re still on for the weekend,” Scarlett spoke and I smiled like an idiot as soon as I heard her voice. “Yes, of course. Which day is better for you?” I fidgeted with my fingers anxiously, waiting for her answer. “Tomorrow is great if that’s alright for you.” “It is, yeah…” I felt the nerves linger through the phone call, neither of us knowing what to say.

Taking a sharp breath in, I had to break the silence. “I uhm… I miss you,” I bluntly stated and I felt like someone knocked all the air out of my lungs. I was so nervous and scared about how she was going to react but then she spoke. “I miss you too, darling. I honestly can’t wait to see you. It’s a shame you’ll leave for three months, I hope you won’t forget about me,” she said and I could imagine that smirk on her face that drives me oh so crazy. “Of you? Never. On the other hand, I hope you won’t forget about me, there are a lot of people who would like to get their hands on you…” I smirked, hoping to hear a good reaction. “Oh Y/n, no one compares to you. I met you for a reason and I’m throwing that away,” okay my heart just burst out of happiness and joy. “You’re making my ego so much bigger with this,” I chuckled shyly, feeling the heat creeping up my neck right to my cheeks. “You started this when you were screaming my name, don’t you remember?” Now, I was definitely blushing at that sentence and how she lowered her voice… god this woman. “Isn’t Rose there with you?” I cleared my throat. “No, she wanted to sleep over at my mom’s.” Oh wow, she’s so much. Of course, she’s doing this on purpose. “You’re something else, aren’t you?” I asked, walking up to my bedroom. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” yeah she’s just really good at this. Talks her way into my head then somewhere else… “I did not say that. Don’t put words in my mouth,” I grabbed some jeans from the wardrobe and started to get dressed. “I thought you liked having things in your mouth, but I guess I was wrong,” she sighed dramatically. “You’re hooked already wow… so desperate,” I murmured with a smirk. “You’re the one who’s already getting dressed, who’s desperate now?” How proud is she… but she’s right, I was almost out of the house. “This was your plan all along, don’t pretend it wasn’t,” I grabbed a leather jacket and walked downstairs. “Oh, it was.” “I know, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” “Can’t wait.”

[greed-the-dorkalicious]

I have this ongoing problem in art where I draw characters too short, so I adjust it so they’re a little taller. But then they end up too skinny, so I pad them out a bit, and then in the end I just have someone short and stocky again only slightly bigger overall than the original size

[themanofax]

What Makes Someone a Joestar?

So I’ve been diving headfirst into Stone Ocean recently; I finished the second batch a while ago, and just finished re-reading the manga.  I’m feeling Very Normal about the whole thing, and so I wanted to take some time to write about what I think is the most heartbreakingly beautiful part of the story, as well as how it embodies what makes JoJo different from so many other series out there.

It should go without saying that Stone Ocean is meant to be a culmination of all the previous parts.  The “main story” of JoJo can be traced from Part 1 through Part 3, before concluding with Part 6.  Strictly speaking, the main universe is “about” the Joestars and their conflicts with the Brandos; Parts 2, 4 and 5, while amazing, are more meant to flesh out the universe and characters in preparation for the conclusion of this overarching storyline.  (I should mention that Part 4 is by far my favorite and this isn’t meant to be criticizing these parts, lol)

So, obviously, with Part 6 being the last Part in the main universe, Araki had a tall task ahead of him.  How would he decide to end this story - this war that started 131 years ago, when an unfortunate carriage driver careened off a cliff and set Fate into motion?  Who would be the one to deal the final blow, to be the instrument of justice that set right all the wrongs that DIO had wrought?

Most mangaka would’ve said “the main character”.  Others, slightly less conventional ones, would’ve said “all the characters together - or maybe, Jotaro, since he was the one who killed DIO in Part 3.  Or maybe, Pucci wins, and the storyline ends with tragedy.”

All valid answers.  But Araki chose differently.

Araki decided that the hero of Part 6 would be a scared little boy.  A boy who was emboldened by the main character’s sacrifice.  A boy who became so much braver, so much cleverer, so much more determined than he ever could’ve dreamed he could be.  

Emporio Alniño is the last character anyone could’ve expected to be the sole survivor of Part 6.  I can only imagine how confused, scared and hopeless weekly readers must’ve felt - “Jolyne and Jotaro are dead!  Emporio is the only one left?  And now we need to wait a week for next chapter?  How are we gonna get out of this?”

But Emporio rose to the occasion.  Screaming, crying as he watched his friend, the older sister he never had, torn apart by an unstoppable god, he found the courage to win.  And, in one of the saddest, most heartrending moments in JoJo, the Part ends as he watches look-alikes of his friends meeting for the first time, knowing that they don’t recognize him and that he is the only being in the entire universe that knows this pain.  A truly amazing ending, which ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT DESERVE THE BAD REPUTATION IT HAS IN THE FANDOM-

Anyway.  What does this have to do with the title of the post?  

Well.  It all ties back to that insanely daring, one-of-a-kind decision that Araki made.  

What does that decision say about JoJo as a whole?  (Or at least, about the main universe.)  It’s a decision that centers around the climax of six parts, of 16 real-world years of storytelling - surely it has some bearing on what the story up to this point has meant.

Well, let’s look at Jolyne.  The protagonist of Part 6, the daughter of invincible shonen badass Jotaro Kujo.  Throughout the part, she displays the ferocity, tenacity, and cleverness that we’ve come to expect from the Joestar bloodline; skinning guards alive to escape their grasps, lighting herself on fire to best one of the sons of DIO, printing out an image in binary to overcome a Stand that messes with one’s memory.  All incredibly impressive... but those traits are not what end up saving the day.

Instead, the trait that Jolyne possesses - that all the Joestars possess - that ends up saving the entire universe... is kindness.  

Jolyne’s selfless, senseless kindness - which inspired her to risk her life to save a little boy she had just met, to defend him as they escaped from prison and fought to revive her father, that inspired her to stand up to a time-bending demon just to buy a few seconds for him to escape.  It is that kindness that allows Emporio to live, that drives him to avenge the main cast and free humanity from an eternity of sleeping slave-dom.  

And that, right there, is what I think makes JoJo so different from so many other shonen.  In any other shonen, Jolyne would’ve overcome Pucci by being the strongest, or the fastest, or the smartest.  And to be sure, those qualities are great!  Every Joestar has those qualities to some degree, and they certainly couldn’t have overcome the obstacles they do in their Parts without them.  But when the cards are down and it’s the main JoJo vs the main villain, what ends up saving the day every time?  

The allies that the JoJos have made.  The no-lifes, the thugs, the villains and nobodies, that the JoJos, through their impossible kindness, were able to redeem.  

And that’s what I think makes a Joestar.  Their ability to bring out the best in others.  Okuyasu was just a street punk mindlessly following his brother’s orders; but when faced with Josuke’s mercy and casual compassion, he was able to become one of Morioh’s staunchest defenders.  Bucciarati was a mafioso who had completely given up hope of bringing about change, who wasn’t above torturing and psychologically manipulating a teenage boy who he didn’t even know for sure was a murderer.  But when faced with Giorno’s golden dream, he woke up from his fate as a sleeping slave, and was able to bring about a better tomorrow for all of Italy.

I could go on.  But hopefully you get the point by now - and maybe you can apply this to your own favorite characters in the series.  In the main universe, the Joestar legacy is one of compassion.  Being the strongest or the smartest means nothing if you don’t have allies on your side; and JoJo as a whole goes to great, pain-staking lengths to show that we, as a species, excel when we are together.  That it is the human connection between us that allows us to overcome gods of time, or immortal vampires, or any other manner of boogeymen and monsters that constantly threaten our future.  And I just think... that’s so refreshing.  

So many shonen make a big deal of their MCs being “special”.  Because they were born with a special power, or because they can beat up the opponent enough that it brings about change.  And, to be clear, the “power of friendship” is a shonen trope for a reason; JoJo isn’t the first series to have this kind of message in a long shot.  But I just... feel like JoJo does it so well.  It never feels cheap, or contrived; and I think that’s because, rather than just being used as a plot device to allow our heroes to beat villains that they logically shouldn’t be able to, JoJo threads that message into its very core.  Not a single moment goes by without the series reminding you of this fundamental truth; and as I described above, it all culminates in the ultimate act of kindness resulting in the ultimate victory.

JoJo is a weird series.  It’s about overly masculine men making strange, sexual poses at each other.  It’s about ghosts punching each other until they explode.  It’s dumb, it’s cheesy, and sometimes it straight up doesn’t make sense.

But at the end of the day, it is a story that posits that humanity can overcome the impossible.  And the vehicle through which they deliver that message - the JoJos, a name synonymous with shonen manga, with badassery and masculinity - are special... because they help others be who they were meant to be.

I think there’s something unspeakably beautiful about that.

[bansept]

The child of God (AU)

I've only just started watching Jojo (part 3 episode 6 rn) and while I absolutely do not condone Dio's behavior, because this man is a Villain, I have a very big soft spot for the idea of him being a good father. Spoilers, I guess!

--

The child didn't have his eyes, or his hair.

He didn't have this desire for revenge, or this craving for violence his father cultured over the years.

Haruno was a small, innocent, quiet child. Most of his time was occupied by sleeping, but then, as a human offspring, it was the most normal thing to do.

Dio's return was meant to remain a secret, to prevent any of the Joestar to hunt him down so soon. As long as he kept his livestock, and therefore the number of his victims small, his enemies would not suspect him to be back.

That was the plan : to hide in a deserted part of Italy, to retrieve his powers and strength back, and claim this world once again.

But he saw the child's mother, a pathetic woman that was clearly not clever enough to live the rest of her life grateful enough for having survived him.

She allowed this ballsucker, good-for-nothing pest of a man to hit her child.

The child of God.

He killed them all that night. The woman, the man, and any other fellow of theirs.

Haruno, apparently Giorno now, was crying silently in the small bedroom he occupied, hugging his knees tight to muffle his voice the best he could. Dio towered over him, blood dripping from his claws, scanning his face.

"How old are you?"

The child didn't appear afraid of him, the deep voice of the adult not phasing him for a second.

"Four, sir."

Dio could see all of this was a facade. He knew the act all too well. Long ago, he was the scared little boy hiding from his paternal figure, learning to speak clearly, and with few words. The reminiscence pulled a grimace on his face, and he crouched in front of the child.

"I can take you away from this place. Do you accept?"

His plan didn't change. He, Dio, was going to rule over the world, and wipe the Joestar family from existence. And now, he would take the child, his child under his wing. He would not allow the blood of his blood to cower in fear and submission.

Giorno stared into his eyes, trying to find the same malice he always saw in his mother's eyes. All he saw was freedom, strength. And care.

"Yes, sir."

Dio smiled, reaching for his son's armpits and raising him up before pulling him closer. The boy carefully joined his little hands together on his front, not daring to show affection for this almighty stranger. Dio walked out of the bedroom, strolling past the bodies in the small living room, not hiding them from Giorno.

The boy didn't react.

"I met your mother four years ago. I had to leave, at the time. But now, my son, I will not leave again." The tall man spoke out, the hand that wasn't supporting Giorno pointing at the woman's body. "What would you have me do with your mother's body?"

She was unworthy of any ceremony, of any kindness, but it was his son that should judge her. God had already punished her.

"I just want to go, sir." Giorno looked away from the ground to stare at Dio's cape, eyes starting to wet.

"Very well."

The house was set on fire as the both of them left, Giorno holding onto his father's clothing.

The child did not have his eyes, or his hair, but undoubtedly, he was his son.

He was the child of Dio.

--

Part 2

[anxious-changeling]

Hi! Could i have a headcanons of Josuke, Jolyne, Jotaro and Kakyoin (seperate) with a fem! s/o has a anxiety and also has a stand?

Whenever she's scared or panic her stand might can't or lose control of it cuz s/o was blind of fear also thinks might hurt them of her stand?

How would they handle their s/o?

I love this idea! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it!

I tried to use different fear responses such as fight, flight, freeze, and lashing out!

Weather Report

Out of the corner of his eye Weather saw you tense up and freeze like a deer in headlights. Honestly he would’ve too with how terrifying the enemy stand is. A 18ft tall tarantula stand named Butterfly, to hell that thing is a butterfly-

Suddenly you just took off and before Weather could call after you Butterfly made its move. It launched itself at Weather to which he had no choice except to dodge until you came back. Usually he could rely on your stands sheer strength but it seemed you fled out of fear.

He’d have to be smart or end up as Butterfly’s newest victim. Thankfully Butterfly didn’t seem all too smart and continued to run face first int walls when charging.

Suddenly Butterfly stumbled like it had been hit another stumble, another stumble, and finally it fell with a boom! It faded away silently leaving Weather in a cold sweat of “what the hell defeated that thing.”

A while later Weather stumbled upon you and who’d he assumed was Butterfly’s user pounded to a pulk. You’d obviously been crying as you explained to him that you’d run face first into the user and beat them up to get away.

While you had run away from the fight Weather is just glad you’re okay and even proud how you defeated the user! Before you both had to separate for curfew he made sure to give you and peck and say, “You did a good job today doll.”

Jolyne

As you froze Jolyne just watched as Cherry Pie’s fist went straight for your face before it too. The air growing cold enough to burn skin, your stand behind you in its glory.

As the temperature continued to plummet Jolyne scrambled away just in time as the ice spread. Somehow you seemed unaffected by the cold, your eyes glassy and unfocused.

Cherry Pie grunted as it tried to claw at the frozen blood in its arm without avail, the user clawing their arm in pain. Cherry Pie suddenly grew frantic scratching higher and higher as if the ice was spreading.

As soon as Cherry Pie let out an inhuman shriek you seemed to startle much to Jolyne relief. If you had been any longer she too would’ve probably succumbed to your stands powers.

Suddenly you seemed frantic as you whipped around barely calming down as your eyes met Jolynes. Cherry Pie and it’s user limped away from the two of you, no doubt to get medical attention for their frost bitten limbs. Cherry Pies user would likely live with permanent injuries for the rest of their life from your stand.

“Jolyne I, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to lose control it’s just I freeze and-“ You cried as your stand dissipated soundlessly and Jolyne made her way to your side.

Jolyne cooed, “It’s alright my love it’s over now, everything’s okay.” You couldn’t t help but grip her shirt to prove your own existence and hers. You were both safe and you hadn’t hurt your girlfriend with your stand.

“How about we go warm up and have a girls night okay? Wipe this whole day away.” Jolyne prompted as she guided you back to the main prison area. “That sounds great. Thank you JoJo.” You sniffled, just happy you both survived another day.

Jotaro

When you had told Jotaro that you had severe anxiety paired with anger issues all he could think was “same”. He just didn’t realize what your version looked like-

Apparently your boss had yelled at you causing a fear response which then morphed into rage- Jotaro was surprised when he got a call from you telling him to come asap or there would be mayhem.

Minutes later Jotaro found you in the parking lot fuming while your stand stood menacingly. It’s glowing eyes piercing his soul with its rage, he’d never seen it like this! Not even in Egypt!

“Listen I just had a really shitty day and I need you to stay at least 6 feet away. Talk to me.” You growled as your pacing picked up speed, all you could feel was your need to punch your manager.

“So what happened?” Jotaro inquired as Star Platinum formed keeping a careful eye on your stand who hadn’t moved. You couldn’t help but heave out a humorless laugh as you tried to take calming breaths.

“My manager decided to scream at me for something small until I almost cried. Who the fuck yells at someone for a typo??” You yelled which just seemed to agitate your stand more. Your stand almost eyes the space between you and Jotaro calculatingly, as if it wanted to fight Jotaro itself.

Jotaro just sighed uttering his signature phrase and said, “Listen you need to calm down you’re overreacting.” He realized his mistake as you whipped around towards him, your anger turning onto him. “I know you did not just tell me that!” You hissed and your stand bristled angrily clenching it’s hands by it’s side.

As you took a deep breath to calm yourself and your stand everything started to wind down a little. “Okay. Okay. I’m going to try to calm down so my stand doesn’t end up hurting you. However you have no right to tell me I’m overreacting after everything that happened today.” You huffed while trying to calm yourself.

Jotaro winced yeah he definitely hadn’t used the right words. “I’m sorry you’ve been through a lot today and I shouldn’t have said you’re overreacting. Would you like to go get some ice cream or something after this?” He said while stepping closer to you, Star Platinum floating over to lovingly head bump your stand.

You couldn’t help but smile and say, “I’d really like that maybe we could watch a new marine documentary too.” Jotaro just smiled at you lovingly. After such a long stressful day you both found comfort in one another’s company.

Kakyoin

Suddenly you were off racing through the malls maze like structure, weaving between people as your stand materialized. Kakyoin could barely keep pace as you barreled to a secluded area.

Once Kakyoin caught up he found you curled up in an abandoned storage room with your stand looming behind you. Your breathing frantic and your eyes terrified of something unseen.

‘Maybe it’s a stand attack?’ Kakyoin thought as he moved closer, his mistake. Suddenly a vine hit him square across the chest, sending him skidding back. Lesson learned don’t come near giant stand being rn.

“Darling?” Kakyoin whispered at you as he sat down, wincing as he saw you bury yourself deeper into your arms. Your stand seemed to bristly a bit more but didn’t move a muscle.

So instead of trying to force you to communicate he played the waiting game! Making cats cradles with Hierophant Green as you slowly came back to this plane.

Once you shakily unraveled yourself he knew it was time to ask, “Hey hon how’s my beautiful girlfriend doing.” It took you a moment for everything to sink in before you tiredly answered, “M good just tired and I would like to go home now.”

Suddenly as if shocked you shot up rushing over to Kakyoin fretting, “Oh my god Kakyoin are you okay? I faintly remember hearing something get hit?!” Kakyoin just smiled placidly reassuring, “Everything’s fine my love nothing a little ice can’t fix okay? Now let’s get on our way home hmm?”

With that the two of you headed home to have a lazy day to recover, watching some classics while cuddling. While the day could’ve gone better Kakyoin was just glad he was by your side in your time of need.

[shotorozu]

What are some of your Momo Yaoyorozu headcanons?

(this is totally in random order)

trilingual— knows english, japanese, and a tad bit of french, but she’s on the way to being fluent if that makes sense 💀 she wants to learn italian next.

with that being said, she’s the class’ local translator (and lowkey bakugou too, but this isn’t about him 🤨)

looks good in anything 😨 put her in a trash bag, and it’ll look like she’s ready for the red carpet. nobody knows how she does it.

if she watched jojo’s bizarre adventure, her favorite stand would be golden experience because of how similar GE is to her quirk, except she can’t create life ☹️

in addition to the last headcanon, momo’s favorite jojo would be giorno— but she also LOVES seeing jolyne in action.

momo doesn’t necessarily HATE being tall, but she doesn’t like it when people mention her height 💀 but it gets better as time goes by, and the more she spends time with her classmates. (sure, 5’8 isn’t THAT tall, but in women’s standards, it is)

during a training exercise, one of momo’s heels broke, and because she didn’t want to worry anybody over her shoes, that she chose— she wobbled for the remainder of the exercise 🗿

she made several demos for her hero costume.

momo sleeps with socks on. but she sleeps with knee/thigh highs (REGARDLESS OF WHAT SHE WEARS TO SLEEP)

momo is a pretty sleeper, but she is— for some reason, scared of people seeing her sleep, so she’ll be seen with a jacket, or her hair covering her face 😭 people tell her not to worry about it but she still secretly does

momo’s voice in english is just so ✨✨ it surprises everybody when they heard it for the first time (it still catches them off guard)

smells like paper, and— you guessed it, peach body wash. (badum, tssssh)

is the class’ unofficial bookstore. everybody just goes to her when they’re missing something in class. she allows it, but she ends up buying something crazy afterwards— for the economy, she says.

spends so much money on her hair products.

momo never wore any makeup until highschool, because a rich relative of scared her into not wearing any because “it’ll make your skin peel off, and your eyelashes fall out. do you want that to happen to you? no, right?”

had a habit of swinging her legs when she was really nervous.

i say had because one time, she forgot about her height— and she ended up kicking the person in front of her 💀 (after that happened, she swore to never do it again. she only twirls her hair when she’s nervous now)

[crying-fantasies]

Though you may be fated to fight...

After Eyes of Heaven events...

Synopsis: In a present that was different, different choices were made, and so a different future is ahead.

Warnings: Spoilers of Eyes of Heaven, Canon divergence, character's death, the so called "good ending" (If you find my tears it's because, for me, this is how it all ended in the real show, I will die on this hill).

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Many people can't remember their childhood, at least normal people, there were indeed some genius that could do it or people with a very good memory, some could remember detailed things, like being triggered by some experience.

Your usual thing to remember was Joseph, because he was always there, by your side.

Even when kids he was already a menace, going straight to the adventure, to the dangerous world while you were tucked under many layers of blankets and clothes, especially on winter, when the cold temperature could almost kill you, always secured on your room, on your refuge of the outside world.

But Joseph wouldn't stop at that.

"You should be faster, you only need to jump in the snow!" He showed you how he to do it, thinking that you didn't knew, but it was difficult to move with all the winter clothes on you, he could only see your eyes, your red cheeks due to the cold, "come on, let's play" you fainted because of a fever in the snow, Joseph was grounded for taking you outside in the middle of a blizzard.

You were a sickly kid, but Joseph would enter in your room like it was yours and start to tell you about the things outside.

"There is going to be a carnaval soon, try to get better to go together" he left you many comics to read in your boredom, one candy here and there.

"I will try" you accepted everything, giving a little smile.

You couldn't go to the carnival, too sick to even move.

When you turned 10 you could finally recuperate but you also got some strange looking thing beside you that scared you when it appeared in the night.

"I don't see anything"

"I swear Joseph, it's right there"

"You're crazy"

Only your grandpa believed you while reading with you his red book, then he told you that it was something in the family and that you didn't need to feel scared or worried by the metal like individual or the red book that would appear when you wanted.

"Grandpa said that my friend is there to attack the ones that bring me harm, the book is the one that would tell me the story of our family and my shield"

"You're both crazy"

Joseph was favored when puberty hit both of you, by how the thing was going he was going to be as tall as his father and grandfather, that made you feel some anger, even when Joseph started to do little sparklers with his hands, just like magic.

"It's cool, right?" He was showing it to you after, yet again, entering your room without the adults noticing, in the recent years they keep saying that you two shouldn't be in the same room alone, let alone in the same bed.

But there you were, in the same room, in the same bed, only the two of you, under the blankets to see better the energy in his hands.

"It's pretty" you said that totally mesmerized, Joseph was looking right at you, at your face that was smiling, your eyes reflected the sparkling light in his hand, "how can you- ouch, damnit, JoJo, what's that for?!" You would never knew, and maybe Joseph just erased it out if his memory, but he tried to kiss you in that moment, in that moment that he just felt that it was a good choice but he ended up headbutting you because he didn't think twice and just launched himself on you.

He would take that to his grave.

More years passed and you asked yourself how you were still alive, Joseph got you in so many problems and disasters, not to mention that you both and uncle Speedwagon almost died because of his stupid actions, barely alive because in a miracle way some steel of the airplane surrounded you all.

But Joseph being the dork that he was got himself, and by logic you too, in such trouble that almost got both arrested.

What could you do? You just gave Joseph what he needed.

"I need a gun" some shady guy was stalking your group, Joseph said that it wasn't breathing, ironic how he called you crazy for believing his grandfather's stories.

"Done" your imaginary friend created a gun and bullets.

"I need a bazooka!"

"Done" it was the same process.

"I need military grenades!"

"Why is that thing still moving?!"

He called you crazy when you talked about your imaginary friend but he never asked you from were did you got all those things.

Granny Erina and Smokey talked in your defence, but Jonathan didn't believe that vampires were back, mostly because someone called Dio promised so.

Your grandparent left the room.

"I can't believe that you two would do such a thing! That's it, you are going to Italy, to train in the ways of Hamon with your mother to put you in the right way, young man!" Grandpa Jonathan was fuming while Joseph was excited to go to Italy, totally ignoring the part of Hamon training, "and Second" oh my, now he was going to lecture you, "try to help him, you can go in order to do some tourism around and maybe learn a bit more, you want to go to college, right? It will be difficult but you can try, take this as my gift to do better" he messed with your hair while rubbing your head, but you were too happy to even consider to stop him at the moment.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jonathan"

"Hey, that's favoritism! I'm your grandson!"

Arriving to Italy, by boat, you didn't want to die so young with your friend's luck with airplanes, took longer but it was planned but at the end you could put foot in the new country.

"A new arrival, you and Joseph face a new journey, one full of new experiences and teachings, it would change your life forever" your book magically had those words now, like a story that was still in the making, just like your grandfather said.

"I'm hungry, What do you think that we can find?"

"We're supposed to wait for your Mom's student here, JoJo"

"Do you think that I can get an hamburger?"

At the end he dragged you to a restaurant near, where you finally found his mother's student, who apparently had better things to do than picking.

"He is a bad man, don't get near him, he will bring you bad news"

"I think that he is handsome"

"You're crazy"

One thing led to another, so many crazy things in the way, so many memories that were now written in your book.

So many strange and bizarre things.

"I need a pair of steel balls with chains!"

"Done- wait a second, what the hell?" But before you could realize you already did those things that not even him knew how to use.

It had its ups and downs.

"What do you have there, Metal sorcerer?" Even the ones that were once enemies were some kind of friends now, at least the half of them, the older ones were still kind of aggressive against humans.

You liked the little nickname that you got.

"This is a book, it's my family's story book" you showed it to both pillar men, who just looked at it with some kind of curiosity.

"Hey, don't be so near!" Joseph arrived to you fast, putting some distance between you and the other two.

"They didn't do anything, JoJo"

"I believe that Wammu won't harm you while bedridden" said one was now opening the book, maybe asking himself what said there, "but I don't know what Santana could do to you, he killed a lot of innocent people!" And the other one was just reading the book, more familiar with human words.

"He killed Nazis, JoJo"

"Still!"

"What does this mean?" Santana was now pointing a certain part of your book with his usual stoic face, "it says that you are expecting a child?"

...

It was later on confirmed by the doctor.

"CAESAR, YOU BASTARD!"

"What the hell is wrong with you, JoJo?!"

There were many incredible things happening around you, since the fact that now some supernatural beings would coexist with humanity to the fact that you were expecting.

You expected your parents shouts, your grandparents disappointment, but they all just welcomed you home, only Grandpa Jonathan was asking you what were you thinking.

"You and Joseph are way too reckless and young, how do you expect to raise a kid when you both are kids?" You looked at Joseph and he looked at you.

"In reality..." Lisa Lisa started to explain while pointing to a nervous Caesar and a smiley Suzi, and that was when every family member of yours were disappointed, including Granny Erina.

Grandpa Jonathan was crying in a corner.

"In the end, it was better than I expected" now you were sitting with your son in arms, Joseph was visiting you in Italy, you now residing with your little family in Air Supplena while he was now an important figure back in New York, a total business man.

"It did, but your kid got the worst part"

"How come?"

"He looks exactly like his idiot of a father"

"I heard that, JoJo!" Caesar shouted from somewhere in the island.

You were happy, you family was happy, you started to collect little trinkets, things that your imaginary friend did for you, the ones that it did for your son and grandkids.

And then there was Caesar with your grandkids, he was doing a good job, your eldest grandson a young master of Hamon and the two youngest at least knew how to use it.

Later on you discovered that what you had at your side was called Stand.

And your grandkids had theirs too.

"Bye, I'm going to Japan with Grandpa Joseph" Third, your middle grandkid, was running to the door as fast as possible with their things on hand.

"Stop right there, kid! You are not leaving this country alone!" And there goes your husband, trying to reach Third, little Fourth on your lap reading the usual red book.

"Hurry up, Nonno!"

Months later you almost killed Joseph with your own hands when when you husband and Third returned beaten to the Kujo household where you were waiting for them with Suzi and Holy.

"What the hell happened?!"

"Well, it ended different, I guess?

"You guess?!"

"Yeah, all I needed to do was use some of the old fragments of Grandpa's strange mask against that vampire"

"Why didn't you used that in the first place"

Even with all of that, Caesar wasn't happy.

"I swear, if Joseph's grandson breaks the heart of my adorable Third..." Was he even talking about the same Third that you knew?

It was a mess, one after the other, but life was like that, it was crying and laughing, falling to put yourself back in your feet again.

"Heard my words, Caesarino, I may have failed before, but now you and I are going to be in-laws!"

"You dream, JoJo, my little Fourth isn't interested in your son in the slightest"

Joseph really wished that you were there in that moment, you would have loved Josuke and Shizuka, but you would have tried to kill him again, but he wanted so bad to tell you that now Fourth was dating Josuke, much to your husband's disagreement and protective behavior, mainly because Fourth was the one that looked like you the most and Josuke looked a lot like Joseph and even behaved like him.

He wanted to tell you that it wouldn't take too long to have Josuke asking Fourth's hand in marriage, maybe a few more years, for you both to be in-laws, to be family, but if he thought about it a little more he would notice that you were family since the first moment.

"Look, look, maybe it was a little late, but I have this photo of them together, to keep the family tradition" Joseph was talking to the nothing, showing to no one a picture of the new couple, embarrassed by being catch in one of their dates in a restaurant in the town, he was going to put it with the ones of you two, the one of Holy with Anthonio and the one of Jotaro and Third, "maybe we can get other quite soon, I want to see my grandkids from Josuke at least once before I die"

Joseph sometimes acted like a senile old man to get out of problems easily, but maybe it was real in some occasions.

"Do you think that is going to be a girl? A boy? I assure you that at least one will have your name, to continue the tradition, and we will call them Fifth! Wait, or is it Sixth?" He kept talking to the empty seat next to him, sometimes Jotaro would be worried by his behavior.

Sometimes, when the young couple would go to visit him he couldn't stop himself and saw them as you and him, back in the day, fighting against the world together.

[audreydoeskaren]

Abridged history of early 20th century Chinese womenswear (part 6.1: 1950s&60s-Hong Kong, Taiwan, Macau and friends)

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*I know the 50s and 60s aren’t early 20th century but I don’t care, this is a continuous narrative.

Previous posts in the series:

Part 1: 1890s

Part 2: 1900s & 1910s

Part 3.1: 1920s-silhouette

Part 3.2: 1920s-design details

Part 3.3: 1920s-accessories, hair & makeup

Part 4.1: 1930s-silhouette & design

Part 4.2: 1930s-hair, makeup & accessories

Part 5: 1940s

Intro/Context

After the establishment of the People’s Republic of China in 1949, many cheongsam makers from Shanghai moved base to Hong Kong. Hong Kong became the new center of cheongsam design and production, creating the “Hong Kong style cheongsam” of the mid 20th century. Cheongsam adopted the extreme hourglass silhouette of Christian Dior’s influential New Look collection, achieved by Western tailoring techniques.

According to popular opinion, fashionable clothing like cheongsam and “traditional clothing” (whatever that means?) dropped dead in mainland China after the communist takeover. This is bullshit and please see my post on 1950s mainland China for info on women’s fashion there, this post will focus on fashion in non mainland areas.

Silhouette & design

When Christian Dior released his New Look collection in 1947, China was still in the middle of a massive civil war so the silhouette didn’t take hold immediately. The early 50s continued the late 40s cheongsam style with a mid calf skirt and tall, rectangular standing collar. There wasn’t much in way of binding and trimmings, the edges and hems were commonly plain. Ornamental buttons weren’t common either since concealed snap buttons or hooks and eyes were used, and the collar would sometimes be closed with a brooch. To make up for this plainness in decorations, the fabrics were often loud and colorful, with floral or geometric printed patterns.

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Poster for the 1951 movie Red and White Azaleas, showing late 40s/early 50s “Shanghai” style cheongsam with tall collar.

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Poster for the 1952 movie A Bright Future.

As the 50s progressed, the extreme hourglass silhouette caught on and cheongsam makers started to use darts, shoulder seams, zippers and other Western shenanigans. I’m not exactly sure in which year specifically the New Look was adopted by cheongsam makers, but it was around 1953-ish.

Because of its slender, tubular shape, cheongsam latched on to Western sheath dresses as its base silhouette. The poofy skirts of the New Look were not applied on cheongsam in the 50s and 60s, instead cheongsam skirts were tight and pencil shaped. Because of the tight skirt, higher slits needed to be made for freedom of movement; in the 50s and 60s they could sit high on the thighs, almost reaching the hips, but worry not about flashing cause undergarments were worn. Short slits also existed but were less common, as it was more restrictive and harder to move around in. The collar was very tall at the back but tapers down dramatically at the front. This style of tall collar was different from the early 50s style in that it had a huge v-shaped gap at the front. In the mid 50s the hem began to rise, reaching knee length by the end of the decade. 

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50s photograph of women in cheongsam. 

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50s Butterick sheath dress sewing pattern. (I love how vintage fashion illustration poses give off massive jojo vibes, Christian DIOr I guess??) (that was bad I’ll see myself out)

I’ve made a diagram showing the most common ways to shape a 50s/60s cheongsam with darts.

The most common method was number 1, where you have two long, vertical darts in the front and one short, horizontal dart at each side. This was also the most common method used on 50s Western dresses. Method 2 uses diagonal darts at the side instead of horizontal ones. Method 3 features an optional second horizontal dart for further shaping. In the back piece, there was usually two vertical darts as well. The end shape these three methods achieve is pretty similar, an extreme hourglass with pointy breasts and small waist. 

The decorations used on cheongsam became more various in the 50s. The side opening was closed by a zipper down the side and snap buttons at the front, which meant that pankous were no longer required; indeed, cheongsam completely devoid of pankous were the most common in the 50s and 60s. But some cheongsam makers used it as a decorative feature, sometimes replacing the fabric braided style pankou with metallic clasps. When binding was used, it was usually single row, either thin and plain or wide and elaborate with stereotypically Chinese patterns. Piping could be used. An interesting thing about 50s and 60s binding is that the binding at the collar seam was oftentimes neglected, leaving only the top of the collar and the side closure bound; I’m not exactly sure what the purpose of this was but maybe it was to elongate the wearer’s neck.

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60s cheongsam with metallic clasp closure and thin single row binding. No binding at collar seam.

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50s cheongsam with wide trim.

The use of fabrics in the 50s and 60s was very interesting. This shiny fabric sometimes with small, also stereotypically Chinese patterns that people commonly associate with Chinese silk gained popularity in this era. They weren’t necessarily silk, polyester and rayon were also possible alternatives, it just had to be shiny. Cotton or other synthetic fabrics were used as well, usually for more everyday cheongsam; it depended on personal preference. They could be plain or printed with floral or small circular patterns. These were kind of reminiscent of belle epoque Chinese fabrics, but instead of trying to be modern and westernized, 50s and 60s cheongsam fabric seemed to assert their Chinese-ness to the point that it feels Orientalist. And perhaps it was indeed internalized Orientalism (if that is a thing?), since most women who wore cheongsam in the 50s and 60s lived in either colonies (Hong Kong, Macau), highly westernized areas (Taiwan, Singapore) or Western countries (Chinese communities in the US, Australia etc.), maybe they felt othered by Western fashion and wanted to show their Chinese heritage more bombastically, in contrast to mainland Chinese women from earlier decades who considered both cheongsam and Western dress “normal fashion”. Maybe this was connected to the fact that in the 50s Western designers began to take notice of cheongsam and sell the Orientalist idea of a “Eastern mystique” (hint: nonexistent), which I think is really whack and shouldn’t be a thing. This was also the height of the Cold War, so maybe people, especially white people in the West, wanted to use the cheongsam as a symbol of Chinese tradition and capitalism as opposed to communist mainland Chinese women who wore only utilitarian clothing (which is a common misconception I will address in the next post). Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

The use of embroidery was popularized in the 50s. I hypothesize that this was because the patterns on the cheongsam fabric would be distorted and warped after shaping with darts, making it harder to show continuous patterns with fabric alone, so cheongsam makers made the cheongsam out of a plain fabric and then used embroidery to make a continuous pattern. This is pure speculation and not supported by anyone or anything. On a tangent here, embroidery was not commonly used on Chinese womenswear before the 19th century. Patterns were usually woven into the fabric during its production (as damasks, for example), which makes home sewing fancy historical Chinese costumes rather tenuous since you have to buy reproduction fabrics from specific shops...

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60s embroidered cheongsam on the left. You can see how bits of the circular pattern disappear at the darts on the lady in the middle.

Undergarments

Since the 40s, there was an increasing awareness of health and exercise among Chinese women and the fashionable silhouette of the 50s continued the legacy of the 40s in promoting a curvy, well built hourglass physique. It may sound super old fashioned and unrealistic nowadays, but compared to the frail, malnourished and flat body shape popular in China for centuries prior to the 1940s and 50s, this was a huge improvement as it normalized women having curves. Even though very few women naturally possessed an extreme hourglass body, this shape could be easily achieved with shaped undergarments: bullet bras which amplified the breasts and girdles which mildly cinched the waist. Bullet or torpedo bras were conical in shape and made the boobs look very pointy, increasing the contrast between bust and waist, thus making the waist look even smaller. Girdles or corsets with elastic panels were worn to cinch in the waist and smooth over the bellies and hips. Unlike the corsets of earlier eras which made a smooth, curved line from the bust to the hips, 50s girdles and corsets cinched in more dramatically at the natural waist while circumventing the ribcage, creating a very sharp recess at the waist (if that makes any sense). Throughout Western fashion history from roughly the 17th century onward, the shape of the undergarments have always determined the external silhouette, and this phenomenon has finally impacted Chinese fashion as Chinese women adopted Western underwear. I think the bullet bras played an important role in introducing Western shaping techniques to cheongsam making, as it was difficult to continue with the two dimensional shaping when the boobs were pointy. Before the ultra skinny Twiggy body shape became fashionable in the late 60s, this curvy hourglass was the ideal shape for Chinese women. By the time skinny became the ideal body shape, the cheongsam was no longer a part of mainstream fashion.

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50s bullet bras and girdles.

Panties were worn under the girdles or could be incorporated in the girdles. There would usually be suspender belts on the girdles and corsets to which stockings could be attached. Nylon stockings were still the most popular, but after 1959 pantyhose also became commonly available and garters were finally no more. However, I assume that if you want to wear girdles or corsets, it’d still be easier to use the loo if you wore separate stockings than pantyhose?

*In the following sections I will briefly discuss hair, makeup and shoes but they’re basically identical to Western fashion. I’m not an expert on 50s and 60s Western fashion so just use this as a guideline and please refer to more knowledgeable people.

Hair

There was a wide variety of hairstyles in the 50s, often created by professional hairstylists in beauty salons. Curling hair with rollers, pin curls or irons was still very popular, but the length became shorter than 40s hair and would usually not reach the nape of the neck. 50s curled hairstyles appeared very round and circular around the head, instead of rectangular and pointy in the 40s. 50s curls were bigger and more flowing rather than the intense wavy shape of the 30s and 40s, and could be styled in conjunction with fingerwaves or bangs. Some hairstyles were very short and look messy and effortless but were actually made with a combination of curling, combing, waving and teasing. Straight hair tied back into buns was also a thing. 

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Some 1950s hairstyles to show the general idea.

In the 60s, beehive hairstyles where the hair at the top of the head was puffed up were popularized. Curled and straight hair were both acceptable, with the curls remaining big and wavy. 

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60s beehive hair on actress Lin Dai.

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Xia Meng.

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Makeup

Makeup became flashier and more experimented with in the 50s. The fashionable brow shape was very thick, high, arched and pointy, which kind of makes the wearer look mean in my opinion? The upper eyelid was lined with quite thick black eyeliner and the lashes were long and separated. Bright eyeshadow, especially blue eyeshadow, could be applied generously. The use of light pink blush was continued. Lipstick was usually red, mauve or coral and the lip shape was less full than in the 40s but still followed the natural shape of the lips. 

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Portrait of Elizabeth Taylor.

Brows became more flat and natural in the 60s. The cat eye look became more obvious with the merged eyelashes and thick black eyeliner. Nude lips were a thing and lips were sometimes overdrawn.

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Portrait of Brigitte Bardot (apparently it turns out she’s racist and homophobic?? just showing for reference, she is cancelled)

Shoes

In the 50s, heels became even higher and thinner, becoming actual stilettos, however kitten heels also became a thing. They were usually pumps, sometimes with straps. Pointed and rounded toes coexisted. Wedges and sandals were still around. Booties with fur trim became a thing for winter, but I don’t think Chinese women wore them that often. Flat shoes also existed but I’m not sure if they were suitable for high fashion, the context that cheongsam usually appeared in. Around this time, shoe design became increasingly creative and a bigger variety of unique designs was available.

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Shoes catalogue 1952-53.

Mod fashion changed shoe design in the late 60s, but those were usually not worn with cheongsam. Until the eventual death of cheongsam in the late 60s, Chinese women wore 50s style high heels to go with it.

Cheongsam epilogue

Because of its waning popularity in mainland China, the cheongsam took on an increasingly ceremonial role as a garment for formal occasions where women could showcase their Chinese heritage. As a result the silhouette of the cheongsam didn’t really change so much throughout the 50s and 60s, before becoming completely ceremonial and no longer a part of mainstream Chinese fashion in the 70s. This was, in my opinion, not something to lament though, as it was not a phenomenon unique to Chinese dress; Western fashion also experienced a revolution in the late 60s when fashion began to celebrate youth and teenagers instead of wealthy grown ups. Late 60s mod made fashion more decentralized and accessible to younger people, rendering elegant dresses that required structured shapewear obsolete (however this was not absolute, many women continued wearing structured shapewear and “elegant clothing” well into the 70s and 80s and even today). The cheongsam, which at this point was fully integrated into the Western silhouette, got dumped together with mainstream Western fashion. I mean, this was the tide of history. Later it periodically experienced revivals as formal eveningwear, but that was about it, nobody wears cheongsam to go grocery shopping anymore (maybe with the exception of some enthusiasts, you do you). 

Here’s a final photo dump of 1950s and 60s cheongsam:

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Fun fact, I noticed that most, if not all cheongsam worn by Western women were closed at the left side, historically a sign that the wearer was non-Chinese (if they weren’t dead, that is). I don’t know if this was intentional or just a coincidence, but I think it’s rather fitting. Oh and cheongsam became quite popular among Western women in the 50s and 60s, you can find a ton of vintage sewing patterns for them.

[fashion4standusers]

hi there! do you have any ideas for a "gyaru" kind of character for stardust crusaders? i'm trying to make a feminine oc for the part and am trying to give them that kind of fashionable, girlyish vibe but i can't find much resources aside from the usual loose socks + short skirt, which i find difficult to "jojofy" ;___; thank you so much for your help, and i love your ideas on this blog!!

I'm gonna put everything under a cut for this one because i have a LOT of ideas

I'm not very knowledgeable about gyaru, so I'm working off some very cursory research, but i gotta say, as far as the whole "jojofying an existing aesthetic/subculture" thing goes, I think gyaru lends itself REALLY well to that as-is. Heavy accessorizing, bold makeup, mixing patterns/textures, etc.

One of the classic gyaru outfits is the modified school uniform, which i think would work really well in SDC in particular. I know you said that you want to do more beyond just the baggy socks and short skirt, so lemme explain how i think you could do that.

JoJo LOVES to do that whole "uniform but also not" thing in its character designs (Jotaro, Kakyoin, Kei Nijimura, Pucci, like 90% of the DiU cast) and gyaru fashion already does that. Take a look at how Araki modifies a school uniform to make it more unique in part 3:

-jacket is worn open, accessorized with unusual belts and a giant chain, hat has unique symbols on it, weird hair/hat symbiote moment, jacket is a bit longer than a standard one

It's really only a few simple edits that make his design unique, and Kakyoin has even LESS going on. So, compare that to how gyaru edits a uniform:

-baggy cardigan, complex hairstyle, necktie used as a bow, skirt shorter than a standard one, baggy socks that put weight at the bottom of the silhouette

I think the gyaru uniform is already pretty in-line with the spirit of part 3! but in order to make your character's design UNIQUE and different from a typical gyaru look, i'd say accessorizing is the most important factor.

In terms of HOW to edit/accessorize the outfit, i like these examples from the japanese gyaru clothing brand MA*RS (source):

The things that stand out to me most here are hearts, chains, and especially bows. adding a HUGE bow around the neck would function the same way that Jotaro's jacket chain does-- it's a big obnoxious detail that draws attention and makes her stand out. You can also see these outfits using chain belts, which i think would be another great detail.

I think you could also use shoes as a variation on the baggy socks to make a unique design; in the same way that the socks create a heavy, blocky shape, you could instead use tall boots of some kind. There are LOTS of tall boots in JoJo, so those would be an easy way to ground your design within the universe while still keeping the aesthetic recognizable.

Another important factor is ABSOLUTELY the hair. I mentioned before that Kakyoin's outfit is a pretty normal school uniform, BUT he has a really weird hairstyle that makes him stand out. So, I think you can stray a bit from the typical gyaru hairstyles and use something a bit more unusual instead:

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In a previous post i mentioned my shortlist of "jojo design details you can slap on any character":

Cutouts

Shoes that are attached to the characters pants

Text on clothing (the characters name, initials, their Stands name, etc)

Funky belts

Interesting patterns (not just simple stripes and polka dots, something a little more complicated or irregular)

Face tattoos/face paint/unusual makeup

I think in this case, the most fitting ones are the clothing text, patterns, and makeup. For patterns, you could find or come up with something unique to replace the standard tartan on the skirt.

With all this said, if you DON'T want to use the school uniform idea that i just rambled on and on about, you might want to research a gyaru subgenre known as "amekaji" that's a lot more casual and, for lack of a better word, "tomboy"-ish than the main variety. I think this would make sense for a character doing a lot of traveling, but it may not have the same girly-girl vibes you're looking for.

The Gyaru Wiki

I will say, SDC's main cast probably has the tamest/most desaturated/most mundane color palette of the whole series next to Phantom Blood, so you might want to consider how their design would mesh (or not mesh) with the Crusaders. The pink and black color palette seems to be pretty prominent in gyaru fashion, particularly in the "agejo" sub-style, but i think if you want the character to blend in with the crusaders, you'd be better off using those colors only as accents while the rest of the outfit uses a fairly "mundane" palette.

Another thing: gyaru is typically associated with the 90s and 2000s, and SDC takes place in the 80s. although it began as early as the 70s (therefore an 80s gyaru is totally plausible!), a lot of the really bold, emblematic gyaru styles didn't fully solidify until the 90s. interpret this how you want-- personally, i think it gives you reason to think outside the box and add details that you might not typically see within the subculture.

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24, 26, and 56 for jojo asks?

24. Stand ability you wish you had?

I'm going to say that it's the same answer I've had for any "if you had superpowers what would you want" kind of question. It's the very queer/autistic answer of shapeshifting. idk man having the ability to change yourself to look exactly how you want or to fit any given situation sounds pretty fucking fantastic. Sorry Hot Pants but mom says it's my turn with the spray.

26. Stand ability you thought didn’t suit the character it belonged to?

Hermit Purple. I think it's more due to that being the beginning of the stand era in JoJo. It's not so much that it doesn't suit Joseph, more that it just doesn't feel fleshed out? Like it's missing something that would have made it feel more like his essence.

56. Any headcanons?

OH BOY. Literally too many. JoJo characters just rotate in my brain like they're in a microwave. We'll do one for JoJos 1-6.

Jonathan- Had the whole debacle with Dio not happened the way it did and if he'd lived a full life I think he would have developed stand abilities. I think his stand would be a bridge between hamon abilities and traditional stand powers.

Joseph- Joseph has ADHD. I don't even think this one is much of a stretch. He was a menace in school. Absolute class clown and his teachers ran out of people to have him sit next to in hopes of shutting him up because he's so charismatic and well liked. Erina gave up on having him go to a traditional school and went through so many tutors until she found one who could work with his learning style instead of against it.

Jotaro- This one's not an original one but I like the idea that what set Jotaro on the path of becoming aggressive as a teen was him being bullied for being different. He was only half Japanese. He was tall. His hair wasn't straight. He had light eyes. His classmates took advantage of his meekness when he was younger and gave him shit when adults weren't looking. This also corresponded with his dad's music career taking off so he wasn't around to offer support and he DEFINITELY didn't want to bother his mom with it. So he bottled up his anger until he reached a breaking point and lashed out. And he learned that using his fists earned him respect. Acting tough meant no one would fuck with him and that he'd be left alone.

Josuke- Josuke's fear of turtles also extends to amphibians and other reptiles. He has no idea what sparked the phobia but he's had it since he was a little kid. He meets Giorno when he's an adult and he helps him to slowly overcome his fear by letting him interact with those animals in a safe way. Somehow knowing that the tiny frog he's holding was a stapler 5 minutes ago makes it easier. Plus now he's finally able to talk to Polnareff without getting queasy.

Giorno- Absolutely fucking loves puzzle games of all sorts. Sudoku, Rubix cubes, Tetris, Wordle, you name it he'll play it. Bonus points if they're solitary games. He just really enjoys a good brain teaser and the feeling of figuring things out.

Jolyne- Her parents tried to put her in all sorts of activities when she was a little kid and it took a few attempts to find things she liked. Ballet frustrated her because her teacher was mean and she found the need to be perfect stifling. She liked tumbling but once she got into actual gymnastics she ran into a similar issue, but she loved learning more modern forms of dance like hip hop which allowed more freedom of expression. And then they put her in a karate class at 5 and she absolutely loved it. Didn't keep up with it past 10 or so but she learned some valuable fighting and life skills there. She's still friends with the (now) old man who taught her class and brings his family gifts at Christmas time.