Tanaka and Ennoshita are like the aunt and uncle where Ennoshita is a tired but happy and slightly overworked suburban housewife and Tanaka is the dad who wears nothing but Hawaiian shirts and socks with sandals(crocs too probably tbh) who just stands in the backyard grilling ALL THE TIME while Ennoshita stands on the porch watching him while thinking about burning Tanaka’s horrid wardrobe
I have this AU where Jonathan, Joseph & Jotaro are brothers instead.
Imagine all of them being precious angels and that their parents are dying to take a picture of them in front of a christmas tree because frick they’re such cuties. The problem is that two certain kids won’t look into the camera…
i remember one time not too long ago i was griping to my dad about how american girl redesigned kit kittredge’s collection and discontinued her overalls in favour of a bunch of dresses - because kit was my doll and the kit kittredge mythos was therefore a BIG part of our family life back in the day - and i sent him a picture of this one frilly pink dress they made for her and he texted back, “Terrible! She would never wear it!” and then twenty seconds went by and he texted, “Maybe Kit was Non-Binary Gendered?”
yamaguchi has rlly sensitive skin and eczema scars on his arms (especially around his elbows and wrists) and legs (mostly his knees and ankles, but also some on his upper thighs) and he’s really self conscious about them!! especially after being bullied for his freckles, he used to be so scared that his bullies would learn he had eczema too!! honestly his skin is such a worry for him always
it’s truly the w o r s t when it gets hot because even though he’s more confident now, he still prefers to wear long sleeves and not show any of his scars, so he sweats rlly bad which always causes more flare ups. it’s awful and he hates it.
but as a kid it was literal hell. he would never wear short sleeves and instead just swelter and suffer and try and deal with it, too nervous to let anyone see the rashes. he ended up fainting a few times from the heat.
the cold causes flare ups too but nowhere near as bad as the heat or high humidity. but he doesn’t mind as much because he can hide it more in cold weather
playing volleyball is a struggle sometimes but at this point he has a pretty good skincare routine so it’s not as bad as it was as a kid or just starting the sport. even still, he’s glad his knee pads help cover the scars and is considering trying to find elbow pads too
he never uses other people’s soaps or body washes and always carries a small pack in his bag in case he needs to shower unexpectedly, just in case it is something that causes a flare up
“You can never love someone too much,” she argued, crossing her arms defiantly.
“Yes you can,” he snapped, but upon seeing her hurt expression, sighed, and grudgingly began to explain.
“My mom adored my dad, still does to this day, but the bastard fell in love with someone else. I would watch her do the laundry as a kid and she would just sit and stare for hours at the red lipstick on the collars of his shirts, surrounded by the smell of cheap perfume she would never wear. When he got home, she acted as if nothing was wrong, as if she wasn’t sobbing just hours before. She pretended to believe that he was on business calls at three a.m. She pretended that he loved her, and when I asked why, all she said was that sometimes you have to sacrifice things for love, even your own sanity. After that, I was in a state of disbelief. It’s complete and utter madness, the fact that love can make you lose yourself.“
n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #15
Could you do a Jared imagine where the reader has gone to school with him and he always picked on her. She left for a while to live somewhere else & now she’s back and he imprinted on her & he’s trying to talk/etc to her but she doesn’t trust him and doesn’t take any of his sh*t :) pretty please. wear before he shifts he would never give the reader the any attention because she’s not his type then when he turns he imprints on her and a full blown argument happens. You can pick the ending but if not that’s ok
Your Dad taught on the reservations; that’s how you first met Jared. He’d been cold and rude to you since your first day at the school. Three years later, during your junior year of high school you Dad’s job took you and your family off of the res to Portland. You remember hugging your couple of good friends, Alexis and Luna, goodbye and getting in the car making your way to Oregon. Now, a year and a half later, just in time for the start of second semester, you had moved back to the reservation halfway through your senior year.
“I can’t believe you’re back,” Alexis locked an arm with one of yours as you walked into school.
Luna smiled at you, “We’re so happy you’re back. What’s your first class?”
“Anthropology,” you told her. “Sorry,” you said as you unexpectedly knocked into someone in the all.
“It’s ok,” the voice said back to you. When his eyes met yours you realized who it was…Jared. He paused upon looking at you and you walked away quickly, leaving him staring at you down the hall. “Jared looks…different.
“He’s close with Jacob and Seth and this group of guys. Like, freakishly close with them.”
The bell rang, “I’ll see you guys at lunch.” You walked into your classroom and your day started. Now, you had one class left before lunch- Physics. You looked on the board to see where you’d be sitting. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered to yourself. Your seat was in the back with Jared, who was already looking at you. You slumped in your seat and let your backpack fall to the floor.
“That was my fault in the hallway. Sorry about that Y/N,” he said to you.
You were surprised, “You remember me?”
“Of course I do. You weren’t gone that long,” he laughed to himself.
“You’re being nice to me? You barely looked at me before. Now you look and talk to me?” You weren’t falling for it.
“I guess that’s true. But that was nearly two years ago. A lot changes in that kind of time.” You rolled your eyes and as the teacher started talking you thought you heard him mutter “I’ll show you.”
You grabbed your things and left quick as the class ended. You were half way to lunch when you heard your name being called. “What is it, Jared?”
“I was going to ask if you had anyone to sit with at lunch.”
“I did have friends while I was here, Jared. I’m sitting with Luna and Alexis.”
“Oh, right, of course. I must’ve forgotten. I figured, you know, just in case I might as well ask you,” he stuttered.
You got into the lunch room and walked over to the girls. “Were you just talking with Jared?”
“He caught up with me after class,” you told Luna.
“Well, he’s still got his eyes on you from across the room,” Alexis told you. “I’m surprised you couldn’t feel his stare by how hard he’s looking.”
“I don’t think he’s even blinking,” Luna laughed.
Jacob laughed hard at Jared as he wrapped up what happened in the hallway. “You’ve imprinted on her you idiot. Congrats.”
“Imprinted on her,” Jared sat down on the seat. “She doesn’t even like me. You should see the way she looks at me.”
“Maybe if you weren’t such a douche to her all those years ago she’d like you more. You just have to win her over man.”
The next three weeks he kept acting the same way towards you. Trying to walk you to classes, sit with you during lunch, ask about your day and weekend plans. It was Friday and you were walking to your car. “Y/N, wait up,” Jared was running towards you. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Not sure. Why?” “I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out.”
“Um, no thanks, Jared.” You threw your bags in your car. “Why not?”
“You were a jerk to me for three years and now that I come back you think we can be all buddy buddy.”
“You’re mad because I’m being nice to you?”
“I’m mad because you were a jerk to me for three years and now you want to hang out with me. You never even apologized for how you acted,” you raised your voice.
“I’m sorry,” he spout out at you. “I was a jerk to you because I was stupid and young and I didn’t know how to act around a girl I liked. And, now, I have no choice about my feels towards you,” he basically shouted.
“What do you mean you have no choice?”
“I…I can’t explain it. But I like you. I have for years now. Please give me a chance to show you I’m serious.”
“Fine. You can pick me up at 7 tonight,” you crossed your arms stubbornly.
//Seryn in a Breath of the wilds gerudo inspired outfit for my shurima/icathia threads. More or less the kind of stuff he wears in the desert. He never thought he would wear these outfits but then he also never thought he’d be kidnapped by a nightmare creature and be forced to join a cult. @the-dark-within cus relevant to threads.