#wryyyyyyyyyy

[mansitapie]

dionilla but merman au mwahahahaha

under the wryyyyy! under the wryyyyy! everything's muda down with the tuna under the wryyyyyyyyyy

-At first, Dio it would be a yellow splender betta fish but when he takes Jona's body (a blue splender betta fish) it fuses giving an appearance like that of a "Splender Fighting betta fish"

Vanilla ice can be a Stingray And he had a powerful poison with his tail and attacked many in order to defend Lord Dio😫

Extra: Dio could be considered a traitor of the sea, calling him a bad or witchy fish, he would have mermaid allies😦

[tiginit]

Why it looks like a Dio's WRYYYYYYYYYY

[emeritus-fuckers]

Imagine Joseph and Dio being a furrys and Joseph is torturing Dio with Hamon ☠️

And also give me a thrust you shown me some lust XD

i mean at least the fucking WRYYYYYYYYYY thing would make sense-

from the groin to the bust, little imp ;) - rat

[safetycgreen]

wryyyyyyyyyy

[dancingshana]

Mudamuda WRYYYYYYYYYY 無駄無駄 #vr #beatsaber #darthmaul #비트세이버 #dance #music #ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 #jojo

[equinoxette]

ngl i dont know why i wanted to draw darcy in this pose but i did it anyway

[northwind4]

KISS

[little-shit-with-zero-control]

WRYYYYYYYYYY

[TW: implied non-con, somno, stalking, horror]

There's something strange going on in your apartment.

It had been going on for a while, but you've only noticed it recently.

Your sleeping schedule wasn't healthy per se, but there'd be the time when you felt so sleepy, you almost passed out on your way to the bed.

At first you suspected it was the calming tea you bought, but the drowsiness still came, even when you drank something else.

It happened at the same clock, too. Because the moment you hit the bed, you saw the same exact numbers on your clock.

8:00 PM

You rarely had a dreamless night, but somehow you always did when it happened. It's almost like you're sleeping like a rock, only to wake up, feeling groggy, and strangely sore.

Your neck was hurt, your shoulders were tense, and your hips felt like they'd been bruised.

Sometimes you found some strange bruises on your body. When you took a shower, you saw one in your inner arm. And later one, you discovered more on your inner thighs. You weren't that reckless to get a bruise in such places, so it was very confusing at that time.

Of course you've checked yourself to the doctor, but the result was nothing out of the ordinary, so there's nothing you should be afraid of. Though the doctor said it's possible that you've been sleepwalking, which would explain most of the odd things that's been happening.

After a night of heavy sleep, you woke up to find something that's out of place. You swore you didn't use that much tissues, but somehow they filled up your bin. You vaguely recalled putting your phone beside the pillow, but you found it on the nightstand the next morning.

One time, you felt so sleepy after a bath, that you didn't pay attention to your clothes. But you knew you had your shirt right, so why did you find it backward the next day?

There was a lingering smell that was foreign to you. It's almost like a musk, but not strong enough to be distinct. So you shrugged it off and thought of it as the remnant of your sweat. Which, you didn't know why you did, but you sweat a lot that night.

One or a few times, you stirred from your sleep and found yourself unable to move. All your limbs were heavy, as if something was weighing you down. And when you slept on your stomach, you often felt restrained, as if a large snake had wrapped itself around you.

It should've been obvious to you that something was wrong. Something was off about your apartment.

The first time you had a hunch was the moment you saw the CCTV of your floor. It was when you lost your spare key for the second time, and the security asked you to fill the form at the office. There were multiple screens in that place, which monitored each floor of the building. You glanced at the section of your floor, and saw your neighbor entering his room. The blond man has a room right across you, on the right side from the lift.

When you came to your floor, you noticed the security camera was pointing at the lift. You looked back to the closing door, before your eyes went back to the small black dome on the ceiling, staring at the red dot.

It didn't click in your mind that something's off. Which you blissfully ignored as you stepped into your nightmare.

That night, you fell on the bed with your top only. Because you didn't have the energy to put on the rest of your clothes. And when you rose up from sleep the next day, you felt a cramp in your stomach. Your hip was so sore that you had trouble walking.

That's when you began to suspect something.

You had no idea what it was, but there was something in your apartment.

You tried to stake out for the night—once or twice every week, but nothing happened. Nothing was off about your room. You did doze off on one of the nights, but you didn't wake up sore the next morning. You're just… a little cold.

That was three days ago, and now you're preparing for another night.

You're drinking a glass of water when you glance at the clock. It's 7:58 PM, and it shouldn't be long before the lethargy seeps in. You finish the drink before you put the glass down on the table.

Yet it slips out of your hand before you could place it.

The glass rolls away under your bed, and you try to search with your hand, before you kneel down by the bed.

The sleepiness has taken effect on you, and you almost fall on your face when you try to peek into the darkness.

It's hard to get your eyes to focus, as you squint your eyes to locate the glass. It's near the hand of a mannequin, and you reach out to get it from under your bed.

But the hand is warm to touch when your knuckles brush against it. It was… too warm… too veiny for a mannequin.

It's not until its finger twitches, that you're hit with a delayed warning.

You don't own a mannequin.

Your body stumbles backward, as your mouth hangs open with a silent scream. In your mind, you were shrieking, it should be loud enough to alert the neighbors. Yet what comes from your mouth is a whimper.

You scramble to get on your feet, but the floor feels like sinking sand whenever you take a step.

The door is heavy when you pull it, before your knees give up, and force you to crawl into the small gap. The skid sound of your skin is drowned by the ringing of your ears, further disorienting you from getting to the front door.

Yet the moment you're close to the exit, your body collapses under its own weight. You fall flat on your stomach, with your eyes threatening to close at any time, pulling you down to your slumber.

You stretch your hand towards the door, which is a useless attempt since you can't reach the handle. The world seems to grow bigger, while you just turn smaller and smaller.

A heavy footstep awakens you from your daze, and you muster your energy to drag yourself away. Though it's no avail, since you can no longer feel your limbs.

And right before you succumb to your sleep, a pair of hands slip under your arms, before pulling you up with ease. You whine as his arms find their way around you, caging you with his strong embrace.

As your consciousness slips away, you hear him murmur something before everything goes dark.

[totallycorrectjojoquotes]

day 3 of my stylus being fucking gone. i have written a short reader insert drabble based on 7th stand user. i am not a writer

-admin mista

[notsodailyriolu]

VERY SOON.

[jojosfashionableadventure]

When you hit your toe on something in the middle of the night

[kyasarinkishinuma]

WRYYYYYYYYYY

What your favourite Stardust Crusader says about you [18+!]

Enjoy y'all. Feel free to comment your favourite character in the comments

Avdol Muhammed

You like chicken nuggets

This guy will roast your chicken nuggets using his Magician's Red

You're that person in the Stardust Crusaders who always has a bag of frozen chicken nuggets on you... Just in case

You must be blazing hot, his Magician Red's heat barely matches your hotness levels

You're into some voodoo shit or something of the sort

Kakyoin Noriaki

Rero rero rero rero rero

You're either charmed by his cherry fetish or by his sweet, thoughtful personality

Either way, you freaking love cuddles

You just want to hug him

You are a precious bundle of lovableness

You whip your hair back and forth

Jotaro Kujo (I like how his look doesn't change between the older anime and the new one)

You're either into angsty teenager boys or into Japanese angsty teenager boys

You love the chonkiness he's inherited from his grandpa

You're into rough sex?? Name-calling? Hair pulling, perhaps?

Or you want to expose a sweeter, hidden side of his. Brave of you

You're probably besties with his Ora Ora man

Love his big strong hands, please

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Who doesn't love a Frenchman? He's such a romantic~

You probably need someone to appreciate you. Which is fine, you deserve someone like that chérie

You forgive his *cough* occasional *cough* stupidity and instead focus on his sweet, warm personality

This guy has such a big heart, you just want to bathe in his affection. You go girl

You need and deserve hugs

You're small and precious

Joseph Joestar

Oh dear, oh dear. You ready for what's coming?

You have daddy issues and/or a serious daddy/sugar daddy kink

Might have a tentacle porn kink thrown in there, too

Despite his age, you can see that dear Joseph here still has a gorgeous ass and is insanely sexy. Very bold and open-minded of you

You're probably not ready to let go of this little prick after Part 2

You just want his big buff arms to hold and protect you. You deserve warm hugs

*BONUS* Dio the World (GIF is the wrong part, I know)

Oh dear

You are pure evil

You probably like lace red lingerie

You have a thing for licking and biting your lips

You like your sex raw, baby

You might secretly be a vampire

[demilypyro]

WRYYYYYYYYYY

[writeranon69]

More of the Chaos Triplets

Also, I know the mames of every character their doing the poses of in the second image.

Bowen's doing Josuke's pose, Daphne is doing Jolyne's pose, and The Maverick is doing DIO's pose when he yells out, "WRYYYYYYYYYY!"

I love these three

[ask-cota--active-soon]

*playing beat saber while @emily-and-friends Korrina watches*

[kon-igi]

GETTIAMOCI TUTTI ASSIEME

Quello che vorrei, quello che ci vorrebbe e quello che succede, io di solito lo considero il parto trigemino di tre padri differenti che fanno a pugni nella nursery e distruggono l’ospedale, come peraltro paragono un qualsiasi processo di rivoluzione sociale come il tizio che impiega tre ore a indossare la tuta da bungee jumping, a controllare gli elastici, il casco, i moschettoni, respira, fa stretching e si affaccia calcolando l’arco di discesa ma poi ha bisogno del calcione nella schiena dell’istruttore per andare giù.

Ecco... non è a questo che si riferisce il titolo.

Il ‘gettarsi assieme’ è la maldestra traduzione dal greco antico di bolòv (da βάλλω, gettare) e sun (σύν, con) nell’accezione di ‘mescolare, far combaciare, coincidere’.

Simbolo...  ‘Qualsiasi cosa (segno, gesto, oggetto, animale, persona), la cui percezione susciti un’idea diversa dal suo immediato aspetto sensibile’. 

Fino a un certo punto della storia dell’uomo due pezzi di legno incrociati erano l’anima del fondo di un cestino di vimini che doveva essere ancora intrecciato, poi per qualche migliaio d’anni è stato il simbolo della terra (dell’universo intero, in realtà), poi quei buontemponi dei romani l’hanno trasformato nella rappresentazione stessa dell’ignominosa morte per tortura e infine, dopo duemila anni, il simbolo supremo di pace e amore.

SIA LODE AL FIGLIO DEL DIO DEL CESTINO CHE È MORTO INTRECCIATO PER FARCI CONSERVARE IL NOSTRO CIBO!

E veniamo ora alla parte divertente, quella che farà incazzare qualcuno e lo farà partire con la diarrea verbale digitale.

I fatti degli ultimi giorni ci hanno insegnato un termine nuovo, che io trovo eccezionale da assegnare a uno Stand di JoJo ma tanto so che non apprezzereste...

FURIA ICONOCLASTA

(’Ooohhh, Jotaro! Sei appena entrato nel raggio di Furia Iconoclasta... MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MU-DAAAAAA!!!!’ WRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!)

Trovo interessante l’etimologia antica di questo termine che combina il sostantivo εἰκών (icona, immagine) con il verbo κλάω (distruggere) cioè distruttore di immagini, in riferimento a una vecchia bagarre cristiana - ancora oggi presente nell’Islam - per cui il divino non è rappresentabile e il farlo costituisce peccato. Quindi borda giù a spaccare quadri, arazzi e statue di dii, gesùi e compagnie danzanti.

Arriviamo dunque alle statue scaravoltate/affogate della cronaca attuale e al parto trigemino iniziale.

L’asticella della ragione - che molti sembrano manovrare col culo - è parecchio mobile, col range che si sposta in base al contesto e alla sensibilità sociale, ragion per cui fino a qualche giorno fa si andava in giro a buttare giù solo le eventuali statue di Hitler sorte nella notte, un’icona che nella sua assolutezza negativa mette più o meno tutti d’accordo.

I recenti fatti di cronaca hanno però esacerbato gli animi e la citata furia iconoclasta si è abbattuta non solo sulle chiare icone di un certo tipo di pensiero (il Sud degli Stati Uniti è pieno di statue di generali confederati il cui unico merito è aver fatto più centri nel tiro al negro, peraltro in parte già iconoclastizzate) ma anche sui simboli, cioè su statue che rappresentano personaggi dalle varie sfaccettature storiche e caratteriali.

Come ho detto all’inizio, quello che vorrei, quello che ci vorrebbe e quello che succede diventa un Valzer della Morte (quello che avrebbe bisogno di otto mani per essere suonato sul piano) dove vengono confusi iconografia e simbolismo e per cui ogni statua si trasforma in un’offesa personale precisa verso una specifica categoria.

Vi chiedo, voi siete capaci di porre una discriminante di arresto prima della quale è lecito gettare una statua nel fiume (o rimuoverla ‘legalmente’) e dopo la quale, invece, il simbolo di positività offusca quello negativo, meritandone il prosieguo dell’esposizione?

No, perché basta studiare la storia delle medie per capire che l’unico personaggio immacolato e meritevole di imperitura statua in marmo bianco di Carrara è Gandalf il Bianco e per tutti gli altri è solo questione di soppesare sulla bilancia dei tempi le azioni degne e le azioni indegne (con un occhio all’innegabile fatto che, comunque, i libri di storia li scrivono gli amici dei vincitori della puntuale guerra).

Dico così per dire - eh! - perché se quello che ci vorrebbe sarebbe più intelligenza critica storica, quello che invece abbiamo è amnesia retrograda associata a un compartecipativo bruciaculo a prescindere.

Ah... e quello che vorrei è del cioccolato bianco, da usare come la cera di Ulisse.