#hey jojos

[hey-jojos]

🎃🐟🍒 Jotakak b🍒🐟🎃

[jackce]

Regalo navideño ugly sweater para @arlbanana inspiradísimo en su comic AU de Jojos : HeyJoJos 💙💚 por que le está quedando bien chidooooo

[cyancees]

the iconic caejose art in my style :^)

[chiangyorange]

the chain but on a scale of who says hooray yippee and wahoo

is this anything.

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers Trailer | Kantbison + UNHINGED

CURRENT CAUSE OF DEATH.

I'm sorry - they did not prepare us for this. BDSM??? A 500-Days-of-Summer DANCE NUMBER?! THESE TWO ARE GOING TO BE SO INSANELY DERANGED AND CHAOTIC, I LOVE THAT FOR THEM.

[megumar]

[makiswirl]

i've been fighting to regain my honor after all of the indignities i suffered from you

[si3art]

DiaDops in purple tones~💜

[drag00ni]

Merry Christmas! Wishing you all great festivities and nice holidays

[jj-gold-falcon]

"T-That's it! You're gonna pay for that one! HIGASHIKATA JOSUKE!"

Okuyasu Sketch inspired by Junichi Hayama / Jojo's OVA style

[glassofoj-twitter]

Post part 3- Avdol’s awakening

[hey-jojos]

⭐⭐ 1- I'm Johnny Joestar ⭐⭐

Chapter 2: The Last Sermon

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest Stand Battle - GRAND FINAL!

Stand abilities under the cut:

Star Platinum: Star Platinum is a close-range Stand with exceptional strength and speed, as well as gaining the ability to stop time during the fight against DIO.

Moody Blues: It possesses the ability to imitate the form of individuals and reenact past events with precision.

Sticky Fingers: It possesses a very versatile ability in the form of its zippers. The zippers have various applications, such as using them to travel through walls or floors, detaching and attaching limbs, and storing objects inside something. Bucciarati is also free to attach several things together with his zippers.

[the-temple-of-sacred-asses]

i say “no, i’m not drunk” a little too loudly.

i have never been the most proficient

at lying,

and my deception is at a disadvantage

when i am in this drunken state.

my boyfriend asks me with more kindness

than i can hear,

to keep my voice down.

we are sitting at a table of friends,

although i am not sure

if i have the right to call them that.

i’m also not sure i can call it a table,

seeing as it’s a whiteboard balanced

atop a writing desk.

i can’t lean too hard on the edge,

for fear of everything falling.

i am loud, and flirtatious,

and compose words into

patterns to please the ear.

i am playing a bard

here at this table.

although i’m not sure

how much of an act it truly is.

the girl two seats left of me

is rolling a d20.

she crits.

her body looks nothing like mine.

she is thin, and beautiful,

and i don’t think her boldness

is a shield like like the kind i bear.

she is a friend,

that one i am sure of.

i feel safe around her,

and i think that’s why

i want to be closer.

two seats in the other direction,

there is a man who looks

like the boys who hurt me.

tattooed skin. and muscled arms.

baseball cap. and defined hands.

i flinch when he touches my palm.

it is brief, just part of the game,

his character handing mine a weapon,

of all things.

i need to be his friend,

so i can stop seeing him as a threat.

i hate that my trauma is here,

even now.

new faces around a table,

but old fears watching me.

this is no longer dungeons and dragons.

this is a séance.

do not touch my hand.

the gateway will open,

and my past will fill the present.

do not touch my hand.

do not touch my hand.

i fear if i speak the words to him,

i will ruin the delicate balance of the whiteboard

atop the writing desk.

a few weeks ago,

the dungeon master told me

he does not allow sexual assault

in his campaigns.

rape has no place at his table,

and i know he means this as a kindness.

but i cannot help feeling

as though i have broken a golden rule.

i have brought my rape to the table.

i thought about it here,

where it is explicitly forbidden.

i don’t know what to say,

so i make another dirty joke.

(do i want to fuck the illithid

or the ranger two seats to my left?)

and dig my feet into the carpet.

it has only been 6 seconds.

i have been moving the pieces

in my head while the world stood still.

my trauma acts first,

then i must respond.

this is how the order goes.

there is no changing it.

my trauma finds me,

in a room full of people

who would face foes beside me.

this is how the game goes.

there is no winning it.

[solarskips]

beloved colleagues

[thecavesystem]

casually slips this into the digital world for EVER

side by side below

get this guy some melanin STAT