jojo

you can take the vk out of the isle but you can't take the isle out of the vk

[jojoshotel]

Ughhh i'm trying to find this cute encanto fic that I read this week about julieta and Camilo but i don't remember the person who wrote it- does anyone know something about it?

[marymsjay-art]

this twitter meme is them

[disneh]

Camilo: 7 foot frame 😱 rats 🐀 along his back 🤐 when he calls 📢 your name 👀 it all fades to black❌

Me:

[cometcrystal]

encanto hot take

there is a difference between

a colombian woman who has ptsd from being displaced from her home and watching her husband die as a result of war so she sometimes behaves strictly and uses harsh words in an effort to keep her family together because she can’t bear to lose them again, and who, after the family communicates and talks to each other, canonically helps to rebuild their house (the physical metaphor for how stable their family is) over a long period of time

a clearly neurodivergent woman who struggles with her emotions and anxiety having a bad emotional reaction to a poorly-thought-out joke her (also neurodivergent) brother made on her wedding day, when she is at her most anxious

your dad/uncle tim/grandma karen who is a cunt just to be a cunt

also can i remind everyone that bruno left he wasn’t forced out. he left. ofc it doesnt make how people treated him ok, but he chose to do that

[jojoshotel]

okay idk how this works but I need encanto content about the madrigals, especially the grandkids!! please someone do something

[shrekanie]

They are my children I will never shut up about them

Kitty’s ‘thing’ says to annoy people, people is Alistair because he defenitely uses correct grammar and punctuation so Kitty annoys him by doing the exact opposite

[ofhoney]

━ Alexandra Vasiliu, Blooming

[teaccupedits-deactivaded]

Castle J christmas packs

Requested by: @guccinvibe

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[teaccupedits-deactivaded]

Castle J christmas packs

Requested by: @guccinvibe

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[crimsoneclipse]

[eahtwt]

chase redford icons

like or reblog if you save  ☆ﾐ

[joleanart]

i used to watch julie e os fantamas (brazilian/original version) in high school with my friends 10 years ago. now i’m watching it again and talking to same friends about it. i love the new version and willex was by far one of the best new things in it!

[glambitions-a]

jay: hey, dude-

carlos: i had your tongue in my mouth five minutes ago, don’t you dare call me “dude”.

[jojoshotel]

I never know what to post here, i'm just here for the gay stuff ✌🏽

[vinyl-bf]

black gay men matter

black bi men matter

black pan men matter

black queer men matter

black ace men matter

black aro men matter

black trans men matter

black gnc men matter

black intersex men matter

black love, relationships, identities,

lives

matter.

[playitaagain]

Always || Mayward

Request: ur jjpope fics are just *chef’s kiss* immaculate and if ur still doing reqs can i ask for number 3 “It’s three in the morning.” ? :)

Warning: mentions of fighting and child abuse, smoking

Author’s Note: I like fluff. I’m a slut for it so here is a bunch of fluff. I’m writing a very angsty chapter fic so this is a nice step back to even it out a bit. This does still have some angsty background though. I hope you enjoy! And thank you for the kind words :)

The window tumbles open in its usual fashion. The screen long forgotten as it rests against Pope’s wall. JJ’s hand, bruised and scabbed over, appears on the window sill as he hoists himself up, until he comes rolling into the room. 

It doesn’t startle Pope. JJ has been doing this for months now, climbing through his window to get around Pope’s parents even though his parents have welcomed JJ in time and time again through the front door. JJ seems to like climbing through the window, it seems to give him a bit of a thrill, like they’re sneaking around even though Pope knows his parents have figured it out by now. 

Pope rolls over at the sound of JJ hitting the floor, a groan leaving his lips at the action. He’s usually a little less clumsy when he makes his grand entrance but Pope can see the new blotches on his skin, see the red that JJ tried to wipe away but failed at doing so. He looks like he tried to clean himself up a bit, but Pope assumes he got a bit distracted smoking instead. 

Pope doesn’t mention it, knows JJ will tell him in his own time. It isn’t usual for JJ to tumble through his window with a few new bumps and scrapes, less and less were from his dad, but JJ has never been able to keep his temper in check and Pope knows he’s been getting into a few fights recently. The kooks know how to set him off, get enjoyment out of it and just the thought twists Pope’s stomach into knots. 

Pope glances at the clock, a frown pulling down his lips. “It’s three in the morning,” Pope whispers. It’s later than usual for JJ to be joining him and it leaves Pope wondering just who those bruises were from. He had a bad feeling it was his dad, who sometimes corners JJ on the street when he hasn’t been home in a while just to be cruel for the sake of being cruel. It makes Pope sick, makes him think of getting off this island as soon as possible with JJ in tow so he can get him away from that cruel man. 

JJ looks up at his words and Pope can barely make out his blood shot eyes, sad and aching, in the moonlight fluttering in from the window. Pope’s heart aches as he watches the other push himself up, arms shaky and tired. He’s a little sluggish as he makes his way over to Pope’s bed, not even bothering to comment as he nearly falls into Pope. 

Pope is prepared though, he tugs the covers back as JJ starts to move, shifting a bit so he’s on his back. He knows that JJ likes to sleep on top of him like this, likes to wrap his arms around Pope’s middle and rest his head on Pope’s chest. He knows the other likes to feel Pope around him, holding him, protecting him. It started only a few weeks after they started dating, a run in with JJ’s dad fresh on their minds. JJ has nearly collapsed on him, physically and emotionally drained from the events. Pope hasn’t been prepared and found himself in this exact position, with an arm full of JJ. 

JJ is quick to wrap his arms around Pope, cheek pressed against Pope’s chest right over his heart. Pope keeps his breaths steady, moving to wrap one arm around JJ, his other hand moving to brush thorough JJ’s unruly blond hair. The strands are greasy and Pope is pretty sure there is blood coating some of his bangs, but they can clean up in the morning. JJ needed sleep now more than anything. 

“Covers?” Pope questions, voice quiet and gentle. JJ nods his head, face moving back and forth, clinging to the fabric of Pope’s shirt. Pope tugs the covers over them, leaning forward to press his lips to JJ’s forehead. He can hear JJ sigh at the action, feeling his whole body seem to loosen, tension leaving his system. Pope lets his lips linger, let’s his fingers play with JJ’s hair in a manner he knows the other finds comforting. 

“We’re going to get out of here,” Pope whispers and he can feel JJ’s arms tighten around his waist, the other shifting, like he could possibly get any closer to Pope in this moment. Pope can feel the other shaking against him, he can feel wet tears soaking through his shirt. He simply runs his fingers through JJ’s hair, letting the other have all the time he needs. 

They stay like that for a long time, JJ shaking in his arms and Pope simply holding him, being there for him. JJ settles down after a while and Pope notes that he has finally matched his breathing, puffs of air being released at the same time. JJ finally shifts enough to look at Pope, chin digging into his chest uncomfortably. “You want me to come with you?” JJ says, quiet and unsure. Pope can see the hope in his eyes, can’t believe JJ would think Pope would leave him behind after everything they’ve been through. 

“Always,” Pope answers, simple and easy. JJ smiles at him, soft and so warm, one that is only reserved for Pope, and shifts up enough to peck Pope’s lips. 

“I love you,” he hums, letting his head fall back against Pope’s chest. He has his eyes closed now and Pope lets his fingers slide through his hair again. 

“I love you too.” But JJ is already asleep against him, breath steady and even, soft snores leaving his lips. Pope smiles fondly at him, letting his head fall back against the pillow as he tries to drift off as well. 

[true-bean]

Colours? Boys? Yes.

Red boys: Passionate™, jawline kisses and well pretty much kisses everywhere else too tbh, they have a stack of books they still haven’t read, always hot like it could be freezing outside and they’d still be warm, smells like cinnamon candies and looks like a sunset, acts out a lot but is actually a pretty chill person

Blue boys: Pool aesthetic but also rainy day aesthetic, a voice like thunder and a heart like lightning, read a book donate a book, they’re either wearing blue jeans or swim shorts there is no in between, they smell like chlorine and fresh cotton, they live on slushies and nothing else, fish > literally every other animal

Green boys: Tired eyes that sparkle in the sunshine, says “lets go exploring” at least once every day, RDF (resting disappointment face), forest aesthetic covered up with retro aesthetic, could probably disconnect from society at any moment, camping trips without sleep, a vegan but you’d never know

Yellow boys: They either eat everything or forget to eat, catch and release fishing trips, literal ray of sunshine until you cross them, always cold unless it’s over 21°C, early bird, carefree, self love posts on the daily, the softest skin out of every human being honest to god, doesn’t know how to show affection other than to a few select people

Purple boys: They always smell like lavender no matter what, always has a song stuck in their head, it’s probably an old nursery rhyme, too many pillows™, bad jokes that are somehow comforting, old sayings that no one understands, brightly coloured hair that never seems to fade, webcomics, has almost never been seen with unpainted nails

Orange boys: Pumpkin spice for days, forever autumn, can’t do their makeup but that doesn’t mean they’re not gonna do it, has a sweetly crisp scent like Halloween night, stronger than they think, runs an aesthetic side blog to distract from their shitposting blog, chants “this is Halloween” in August, has a specific spot set up for watching the sunset