#tagging this as jotakak so it gets reach

[jerthcontrol]

[STARDUST CRUSADERS MAJOR SPOILERS]

i made this Kakyoin edit

Song is Razor Boy by Steely Dan

[can-you-stomach-it]

Um your homophobia is showing

I seldom do discourse on fandom because it is pointless. The point of fandom is having fun! But I was going through the jotakak tag and I found this post, because, that's how tumblr works.

I gotta say, many people who rail against "the fujoshis" do so in a way that's extremely homophobic. This is one of those cases.

(As an aside, there's no woke way to be "anti fujoshi". You can be critical of the tropes in BL manga, like you should be with all media. But claiming all fujoshis are straight women who fetishize gay people is an overreach. People who fetishize people because of their sexual orientation should be criticized for doing that, yes. But pretending all of them are fujoshis and the problem ends when all of them go away is stupid).

(Furthermore, many trans men and trans masc people are told they are fetishizing "real" gay men just for being trans. As if there were thousands of cis straight girls who were eager to take over queer men spaces and went as far as "pretending to be men" to claim them. The seed behind this transphobic idea is often the same one from which anti-fujoshi rants come from. I've actually seen instances of trans gay men being called fujoshis by transphobes, with the intend of misgendering and insulting).

As a trans masc person, I don't look like the stereotypical male archetype. I have no muscles, my voice is high pitched, my face looks round and soft, I have wide hips, etc. On public, I often get read as an feminine gay men or a masculine gay woman.

Thus, I find comfort in characters who are men and yet present in a way that is less masculine. And look, Kakyoin isn't even that feminine. He's jacked as fuck. However, compared to most all other main characters in Stardust Crusaders, he is often seen as the most femme one. And it brings me so much joy to see people interpreting him as a feminine gay man. And I love it even more when he is being interpreted as trans. Because trans men who look feminine, either by choice or because their transition hasn't reached a point in which they can present more masc, exist.

My point is, queer men who look, act or express themselves in a way that would be considered womanly, exist. And they have always existed. They have always been an important part of the lgbtq community.

Now, going back to OP's post, it's clear that they don't like those men being represented. Hell, Kakyoin isn't even a canon gay character. So OP doesn't even like the idea of a character being interpreted that way, forget actual representation. The underlying assumption is that some ways of being queer are more acceptable than others. "You can be gay, but don't you dare act like one". If you are a queer man, you better be "jacked as shit", you better look like a man.

OP implied fujoshis like Kakyoin because they can portray the character in mlm relationships while "making him the woman", thus erasing his queerness. But fuck you, there's nothing more queer than queer feminine guys. We get hate from outside and within the lgbtq community. We are told we make the gays look bad, we are "bad representation" just by virtue of being ourselves. We are labeled as perverts and degenerates and monsters.

We, the queer feminine guys, will gladly "take over" characters like Kakyoin.

[ylla]

This Must Be The Place - Chapter 2

Series: JJBA Characters: Okuyasu Nijimura, Josuke Higashikata Pairing: Josuyasu Tags: modern au, oku wowing ppl with his mad cooking skillz, two dudes being guys and kissing, this particular chapter is pretty fluffy and doesnt really need warnings Rating: M

AO3 link

so uh, decided to make this into a multichapter fic! Thought it would make a lot more sense if i laid out how it goes from them getting together before senior year to freshmen in college. the chapters after the first one won’t be near as long, because i would probably die, but hopefully i will make up for that in chapter numbers? who knows, i’m just kinda going with it, since i havent really planned this far. i will probably will write little ficlets in between updating this, and i still have a jotakak and avpol thing i wanna get started on.

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Okuyasu was convinced that his life was just an elaborate dream that he would eventually be woken from, either by the anger of his still-human father or Keicho demanding he stop being such a lazy asshole and get up. He would rise from a dirty mattress, go through the motions of getting ready to split from the abandoned house they broke into, and feel a profound sense of loss for something that his imagination conjured up.

If it was fake, and the warmth that Josuke Higashikata embodied was just an illusion his mind invented to lessen the loneliness of a sad, neglected teenager, then he never wanted to wake up.

The start of senior year presented a host of problems, all of them centered on his budding new romance. As he got ready for the first day of classes as a newly minted senior, Okuyasu would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. His phone had been buzzing all morning with texts from Polnareff, who was giving him unwarranted ‘advice’ about surviving senior year as a dude who was dating another dude. Since meeting Polnareff during all the Stand bullshit, the Frenchman had taken a liking to Okuyasu, and had more or less taken him under his large, buff wing. In the deep parts of him that never saw the light of day, Oku was comforted by having someone that wasn’t Josuke or his mom look out for him.

Not that he would ever tell Polnareff that to his face.

He glanced at the clock, and made a disgusted noise when he saw the time; he was running late, wearing a tank top and his underwear, and his hair was refusing. To. Cooperate. The front door creaked open, “Yo, Oku! You up?”

Okuyasu’s heart did that weird stuttering it always did when he saw Josuke for the first time every day. “Yeah,” he poked his head out of the bathroom, “Jus’ getting’ ready.” There he was, the black mage that bewitched his heart, Josuke ‘Big Ass’ Higashikata, waltzing up his staircase like he owned the place. Which, he didn’t, but he sure had the deed to Okuyasu’s heart.

Josuke gave Oku a peck on the lips, before leaning against the doorframe, “Good morning, handsome. You sleep okay?”

The kiss turned Oku’s ears red, “I guess,” He turned his attention back to his hair, “The mess on my head ain’t cooperating though.”

“Want me to do it?” Josuke had his eyebrows raised, enjoying the view of Oku in his boxer briefs and tank.

“Nah it’s—“ he went to start sculpting his hair again, but his hands were shaking too much and he fucked up, “Oh goddamnit!”

Wordlessly, Josuke walked into the bathroom and quickly fixed Oku’s hair. The blush from Oku’s ears spread to his face and down to his chest as he felt Josuke’s breath on his neck. It seemed like it was contagious, because as he finished, Josuke was just as red. “There you go.”

Okuyasu turned around, finding himself chest to chest with his boyfriend. He was only two inches shorter, and it was nice. He felt like they were on equal footing. “Thanks, I owe ya.” He planted a kiss on Josuke’s mouth.

“No problem, but if you wanna pay me back, buy me ice cream.”

“Fine, fine. Lemme go get my pants on.”

After the confession on that fateful night weeks ago, the bromance had quickly turned into a romance. Not that anything really changed. They still acted like the delinquent little shitheads they were, the only difference is now they held hands and kissed. However, the stares they got before were “look at those two punks, acting a fool”, now it was either “ah, young love” or something far more terrible.

You can’t really carry your school bag and eat ice cream, but once the cones were finished, the two resumed their handholding. They were approaching campus, and Oku felt himself get increasingly nervous as the distance shortened. “You…you sure about this?” Okuyasu squeezed Josuke’s hand, “I know you said you were, but—“

They had discussed how open they wanted to be about their relationship at school. Oku had already heard from Koichi and through the grapevine that almost everyone knew him and Josuke were an item. It was pretty obvious they were, it’s not like they had made any attempts to hide it. But, they were never around the other kids they went to school with, so actually being in class could bring out a whole clusterfuck of issues.

“Yeah, I am. I don’t give a rat’s ass what anyone else thinks.” Josuke stopped and pulled Okuyasu close to him, “I love you. I’m not ashamed to say it—“

“I’m not ashamed either! I just. I don’t—“ Oku averted Josuke’s eyes, rubbing the back of his neck, “Girls are gonna be super disappointed, and are gonna make a scene and, like, I don’t wanna make your life hard, ya know? I ain’t worth that.”

With a sigh, Josuke pressed their foreheads together, pomp slightly in the way, “Yes you are, don’t say that about yourself. You’re my boyfriend, and I don’t give a shit who knows it. I love you, okay?”

Josuke smelled so good. Okuyasu couldn’t help himself and moved to rub his face into Josuke’s neck, “Okay. I love you too.”

The rest of the walk was comfortable silence, but as they rounded the gate and walked into the courtyard, Josuke whispered, “Courage, dude.” He had none, but he mirrored Josuke’s swagger, trying to look like he didn’t notice or give a shit about the gawking and loud whispering. There were some girls crying, some dudes jeering and making kissy faces, money was exchanging hands, and some were just passively watching, curious.

They found Koichi by the lockers, face deadpan and hand out. A few guys were around him, handing over money and grumbling. “Goddamn you Hirose, you’re robbing me blind,” one of them whined.

“Then don’t make bets you can’t pay out.” Koichi counted out the stack, satisfied, “Pleasure doing business with you guys.”

As the group walked away, Josuke clapped Koichi on the back, “Still making money off of us?”

“Yep,” Koichi pocketed the cash and started to open his locker, “still not lending you any.”

Josuke howled in frustration, while Oku barked out a laugh that he managed to quickly stifle. “So Josuke,” Koichi fiddled with his combination lock, “Do you figure you’ll get confessions still?” The answer to his question came in the form of a tower of letters, chocolates, and various other gifts crashing down in on top of Josuke.

Okuyasu took one look at the completely, utterly done look on Josuke’s face and started howling. Like, from the bottom of his stomach, snorting like a pig, laughing. He had to hold onto his locker door to keep himself upright, lest he fall to the ground and roll around clutching his stomach. His boyfriend carefully picked the cards that got stuck in his hair out; face, jacket, and hair covered in pink, purple, and gold glitter. Josuke looked like he wanted to be mad, but his lips almost twitched into a smile. Okuyasu managed to get ahold of himself, reaching over to dust some of the glitter off, “You know, the glitter’s a good look,” he choked out.

He dodged Josuke’s embarrassed smack, and gave him a quick smooch on the lips. Josuke retaliated by pulling him close, and rubbing his glitter-encrusted face all over Oku’s. With a yelp, Okuyasu managed to get Josuke into a headlock, while Josuke hollered, “WATCH THE HAIR.”

“Ahem,” someone coughed behind them. That’s when Oku remembered that he was at school, and that there was a crowd of interested students and unamused teachers surrounding them. A girl pointed at the locker they were wrestling in front of, “If you guys are done flirting, I’d like to get into my locker.”

Whoops.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet until Okuyasu went into his home economics class. He wouldn’t have taken it had it not been for the encouragement he got from Tonio and Josuke. When Okuyasu walked in, there was a sea of girls who turned their heads toward him, including the one whose locker he was wrestling around with Josuke in front of. Looked like he was the only guy. Great. He was already regretting this.

The teacher was a nice, soft-spoken lady who gave him a sweet smile as he sat in the very back. “Good morning class, and welcome to Home Economics. I am your instructor, Ms. Iwamoto. Today, I would like to start us off by having you showcase your cooking skills! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy, but I just want to see how well you do.” She assigned everyone to stove tops, directed them to where they could find ingredients, and let them have at it.

Okuyasu was assigned to a large island tucked into the corner of the class with three other girls that seemed like the best of friends. They talked amongst themselves, but kept an eye on whatever Okuyasu was doing. Which was fine by him, gave him enough space to work on his crepes.

“Ritsu! Your eggs are messed up again!” the tall one with short red hair cried out, “This is the third time!”

The small strawberry blonde girl sighed, and threw her depressed, runny eggs away, “I’m never gonna get this right. Take me out back and shoot me, Yukie.”

The chubby, quiet one with glasses and silver hair leaned over, “It’s okay Ritsu. I can’t even cook rice to save my life.” She gestured at the disaster that was her rice cooker.

“Hitomi, that’s the saddest thing I’ve seen all day.” Yukie said.

Okuyasu cleared his throat, “You’re not letting the pan get hot enough.”

All three girls whipped around, “What??” they said in unison. It was strangely choreographed.

Oku started cutting strawberries, face pink, “If the pan is hot enough, the eggs won’t run.”

They looked at him like he had suddenly grown a second head and was shouting in tongues. Ritsu turned the heat up on her stove, waited for a few minutes before cracking her egg. It landed and stayed in place. “EUREKA! Thanks Nijimura!” Ritsu jumped up and down with glee.

Hitomi took one look at her rice cooker, then looked at Okuyasu, “Nijimura, can you help me too?”

So, Okuyasu found himself helping the others while finishing his dish (“That looks so good,” Yukie moaned, making grabby hands at it before Hitomi batted her away.) He learned that they were juniors, had been best friends since grade school, and that Hitomi and Ritsu signed up for home economics because neither could cook.

“I only signed up because they did,” Yukie said, her grilled cheeses coming out nicely.

The last part of class was dedicated to taste testing. A few were pretty decent, with one of the girls preening as Ms. Iwamoto praised her sandwich as ‘great’. Some got passed over, (Yukie gave poor Hitomi a pat on the shoulder in sympathy), and then at last, it was Okuyasu’s turn. “Now, our lone male. Mr. Nijimura, if you please?” Oku trudged up front, girls tittering around him. His face was hot when he sat the plate down. “So, what did you make?” the teacher inquired.

“Uhm. I made strawberry crepes.”

“They look great, let’s try them.” Moment of truth right here. Okuyasu cringed as he watched her cut off a piece and take a bite. “This is fabulous! I’m very impressed!” Ms. Iwamoto’s face lit up, “Girls, come here and try this.”

Everyone walked up and took turns eating, all of them expecting something terrible, but sound surprised when it was delicious.

“Wow!”

“This is so good.”

“Color me surprised, Nijimura can cook.”

“Didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Good job!”

If his face wasn’t red before, it sure was now, “Th-thanks.”

Maybe this class wouldn’t be so bad.

“So, that’s when Ms. Iwamoto told me that she was super impressed and expected good things outta me! Never heard a teacher say that to me before.”

Josuke and Okuyasu were in the courtyard for lunch, sitting in the shade of a big tree. They were poking at their lunches, more interested in talking than eating.

“Good shit babe!” Josuke kissed Okuyasu on the cheek, “And you even made friends. It’s shaping up to be a red letter day for you, sunshine.”

Okuyasu went crimson at the pet name. It was so saccharine, so cliché, but he couldn’t help that he got major butterflies every time he heard it. “What about you? How was your class?”

“Anatomy sucks,” Josuke made a face and took a bite out of his sandwich, “There’s actual medical pictures in the textbook, but I didn’t feel all that sick looking at them.” He chewed for a few seconds, looking thoughtful, “So that’s good right? If I do decide that being a doctor is what I want?”

“Mhm. You’ve been doing good lately, so hopefully anatomy won’t be bad, ya?”

“Here’s to hoping. Oi! Koichi!” Josuke waved over their friend, “How was calculus?”

The rest of the day was unremarkable; Okuyasu just wanted it to end so he could go home and kiss his boyfriend without being stared at like they were zoo animals.

Josuke’s locker was filled up with letters again. While Okuyasu and Koichi were getting ready to leave, Josuke read through some of them, “Most of them are begging me to reconsider dating you and going out with them, some of them are congratulating me and saying we’re a match made in heaven, and one is threatening to beat my ass—didn’t leave a name.”

“Fuckin’ coward,” Okuyasu was annoyed, but didn’t feel all that surprised. He opened his locker and was bewildered when a single envelope fell out. He started tearing it open, “If this is a letter threatening to whoop my ass, I will find the motherfucker and punch his head off.“ The letter was short and to the point:

Nijimura,

You and Higashikata being open about your relationship has inspired me to confess to my best friend. Even if he doesn’t reciprocate, it will be nice to finally be honest about myself.

Thank you.

Tears started marking the paper; Oku wiped his face off on his sleeve. It was a good feeling to know that something he did helped someone else, even if it unconscious.

Josuke was slightly alarmed, “What’s wrong?? What did it say??” He snatched the paper away and scanned it, a small smile replacing the look of concern.

Koichi looked at the both of them, “What did it say?”

“Jus’ someone sayin’ thank you. Come on Oku, let’s go home.”

The school days breezed by uneventfully. Between dates, homework, and hang time with Koichi, Okuyasu didn’t even notice that two months of school had already passed.

One early Saturday morning, Okuyasu woke up in his bed tangled in Josuke’s limbs, tired, hungry and way too hot. He struggled to extract himself without waking his sleeping boyfriend to go make breakfast. While the bacon was sizzling, he glanced at his phone. Three missed text messages greeted him:

Ms. H: Oku, remind Josuke to go to the store and pick up the items on the list I gave him. Thank you!

Polnareff: Me and those damn Kujo’s are coming in soon, bringing the littlest Kujo and possibly Jotaro’s mom??? Don’t know yet, but it’ll be a good time either way

Yukie: Hey Nijimura! There’s a party happening tonight. Ritsu’s crush invited her and said she could invite whoever she wanted, so you and your man should make an appearance. If it sucks, then at least there’s free booze.

Oku shot off texts back:

You: i will

You: good shit

You: sounds cool. send me directions??

Loud groaning and footsteps echoed down into the kitchen. “Mornin’ Sleepin’ Beauty,” Okuyasu called out, not bothering to watch Josuke walk into the kitchen.

Josuke just kept groaning until he reached wrapped his arms around Oku, burying his head into the crook of his neck, “That smells good.” He pressed kisses into Oku’s neck, making him shiver.

“Stop distracting me and I’ll be able to get it done quicker.”

He did as he was told, stepping back to watch Oku work diligently, “Have I ever told you that I love you?”

Okuyasu’s ears went pink. “You tell me every day,” he grunted, starting on the eggs, “Especially when I’m cookin’ for ya.”

Josuke clutched his chest in mock indignation, “How dare you, I love you all the time, not just when you’re feedin’ me.”

Chuckling, Okuyasu handed him his egg and bacon laden plate, “Here.”

“Thanks sunshine.” Josuke sat at the table, with Oku right in behind. They ate like a pack of ravenous wolves.

“Your mom texted me earlier and wants ya to run to the store for her.” Oku managed to say between mouthfuls.

Josuke rolled his eyes, “Alright.”

“Polnareff said that him and everyone’s comin’ to visit.”

Josuke groaned, “Yeah, Noriaki messaged me too. They might be bringing Jotaro’s mom. Not sure how my mom’s gonna handle that.”

Okuyasu shrugged, and pressed on, “And we got invited to a party tonight.”

Josuke went from tired sulking to wide awake and bright eyed, “No shit? Looks like we’re getting hammered tonight.”

“Should we invite Koichi?”

“Nah, he’s got that thing with the student council tonight, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s right,” Oku cleared the table as his phone dinged. It was Yukie, with a time and directions to the house, “Yukie said it’s gonna start around 10. You can just tell your mom you’re staying the night with me again.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go take care of that shit for her so we’ll be on her good side when I tell her.” Josuke wolfed down his remaining food, gave Okuyasu a swift kiss on the cheek, then pounded up the stairs.

Okuyasu texted Yukie back saying they would be there. It did sound like a lot of fun. What could possibly go wrong during a party filled with drunk teenagers?

Famous last words.

[breyawo]

My Fic just hit 1k hits and why it’s a big deal for me (Long Blog)

Seeing my fanficiton reaching this number of hits, kudos, and nice comments makes me a happy person especially I always have an anxiety of posting my creative works since when I was in fifth grade (I’ll be in eleventh grade in August so count how many years I have that anxiety). 

You wonder why I post this and you think that I am boasting it? No! 

When I post my old original story in Wattpad years ago in my now deactivated account, I didn’t know much how to write. I just put bunch of dialogs and other stuff that I can’t even reach 1k words per chapter as long as the story flows. Although my classmates liked it, I received questionable words from my readers. Though I had a lengthy series in mind during that process, I discontinued writing because I doubted my skills. 

Then, I wrote a fanfiction for a certain anime fandom about a very popular ship in ao3. Its theme is ABO dynamics and I had a clear plan for it but I didn’t know that I added a sensitive content that I received some backlash because of that. Also back then, I joined Nanowrimo 2018 and I typed a follow-up story about it. Because of, yeah, backlash, I deleted it (below is my blogpost about it). 

Afterwards, I made a post hiring beta readers so that my story would be free of very sensitive issues , but I catered none. Because of this, I quitted the world of fanfic writing.

Then, one year and three months past, I stumbled at ao3 again after I began to ship Jotakak because I was very desperate for Kakyoin Lives fanfics. I felt the beauty of each fanfictions that I read in Jotakak tag that I wanted to make one. It happened that I missed going to school due to quarantine that I listened to Les Miserable songs that I Dreamed a Dream made me think of Jotaro, so I quickly opened my laptop and typed while listening to the instrumental of that song and cried during the writing process. Before I published the fic, my hands were shaking in the middle of the night while adding the horizontal dash in each scene breaks, put notes before and after the story, and adding tags. I added warnings in both tags and texts as a lesson from an unintentional mistake that I made in the past.

I looked at my inboxes every night during my writing sessions about the status of my fic, and it unexpectedly turned out to be well. The comments are uplifting, number of kudos rising up. Because of this, it built up the confidence that I lost years ago and I want to thank you all for that!

Because of this fic getting the attention, I got a lot of fanfiction plans in my Evernote and an original story in preparation to write starting this Monday until mid-July. I also set a main goal to myself of why I make stories: to type out imaginations for the sake of people’s emtertainment and awareness.

That’s all for this lengthy blog post. More stories will come soon and I hope you all stay safe in your homes!