#the humor in the show is literally for 3 year olds. Like. They named a toad 'hat' because he was on someone's head

[zorostitties]

Weak Point; 2

⤕ It's crazy how life can turn upside down overnight. In your case, life took a 180º turn the morning you discovered you were the weakness of the most powerful creature in the world.

From a normal citizen, you become Jujutsu Society's most coveted target. In a world where everyone wants your head on a silver platter, plagued by secrets of the past and struggling to balance what remains of your “normal” life, you are trapped in a situation you cannot escape.

And yet - amid the chaos, you slowly realize that you might be his weak point in ways that have nothing to do with sorcery.

pairing: gojo x (f) reader

genre: romance, fluff and humor, angst, forced proximity, slow burn, eventual smut, "oh no we have to live in the same house" trope, fix-it fic (kinda)

warnings: violence/blood, explicit sex (in future parts), grief, smoking, alcohol consumption, explicit language, me trying to be funny

rating: 18+

word count: 11k

A/N: HELLO WORLD!! Here we are for one more chapter!! Thank you so much for the comments on the 1st ch, they always make my day!! Enjoy <3

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Girl, I had the weirdest dream tonight.

Yeah, so, I dreamed that I was working, right? And then I killed a mutant rat. Yeah, stepped on it. Pretty gross. Then out of sudden I woke up inside a meat locker, mummified – no, like, I didn’t jump any parts, I was kidnapped from the hospital and woke up there. No, I don’t know how that happened. Why mummified? There were paper tags all over my body, and I couldn’t move… it kinda felt like sleep paralysis. But then my body caught fire, like… spontaneous combustion, but I didn’t die, just the papers caught fire, and then I could move again… and some ugly guys showed up. But that’s not even the weirdest part – a guy popped up out of nowhere, literally floating, exploded the ceiling, dragged me around like a ragdoll, killed the other guys (he was blindfolded for some fucking reason, did I mention that?), and his hair was white–

The first thing you saw as soon as you opened your eyes was a mop of white hair.

That was enough to make you freak out.

You sat up abruptly – which made you dizzy and you almost fell when you jumped off the bed (a hospital bed? What?), and you probably squealed a little too, drawing a lot of attention to yourself.

“Hey, hey, hey! Calm down!” And then there was someone holding your arm – you hadn’t noticed someone was so close, which made you get startled again. A brunette woman. You didn’t look at her for too long, though, your eyes scanning the area frantically.

“You are safe here, Mori-san.” A familiar voice rushed to say.

Your eyes landed on… uh… oh, thank God, he still had the identification sticker glued to his chest (remembering names really is not a doctor’s forte), standing a few steps away from you. His eyes were round, a bit worried, and he had his palms up in an appeasing gesture.

Maybe the fact that the fourteen year old was trying to calm you down brought you back to your senses (due to the sheer embarrassment of it).

You straightened your back and cleared your throat.

You were in some sort of infirmary, though judging by the silence, it was not inside a hospital. It was small and well equipped. There weren’t any other patients occupying the three other beds. Besides Fushiguro (what the hell was he doing here?!), the brunette woman (a doctor. Why would she be wearing a white coat if she wasn’t one?), there was a buff middle-aged guy whose eyes were hidden behind sunglasses (he was quite intimidating) who got up when you woke up, and–

And–

Albino Jesus, sitting on a chair against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked exactly the same: blindfold, hair spiked up, an oversized zip-up jacket with a high collar, pants in the same dark blue color and dress boots. Maybe he was looking at you. You couldn’t tell.

“...It was real. Fuck, it was real.” You mumbled in a fragile voice.

He shrugged and grinned for some fucking reason.

Before you realized, you were walking from side to side, staring at the floor (you were still wearing your navy blue uniform, which meant much time shouldn’t have passed) with your hands on each side of your waist.

“All of that happened. Great.” You giggled. That kind of giggle that comes when your body doesn’t know what else to do. You scratched your own scalp nervously, slightly aware of how insane you should be looking at that moment, but there was no time to care about that. “Uh. I suppose you’re not trying to kill me, right?”

“We are not.” The buff guy said with a voice so deep that startled you a little. The top of his head had spiky brown hair, while the sides were shaved; he had perfectly trimmed facial hair – a mustache and a goatee (much manlier than that ridiculous thing the kidnapper had). He wore a black suit without tie that only made him look bigger. His tone was stern. “Yet, we would like to make some questions.”

“You want to make some questions?” You glared at him for the first time. “Well, I got a lot of fucking questions to make.”

Buff guy quirked one eyebrow. Maybe he wasn’t used to people talking to him like that. Maybe you wouldn’t have talked to him like that in a normal day, but honestly? The filter in your head was broken at that point. It had melted with the rest of your brain around six hours ago.

“First off – where am I? You guys… you guys don’t look like policemen to me.”

“You are in Jujutsu High at this moment.” Buff guy said.

“And that explains a lot.” The dam that usually kept you from being overly sarcastic in serious situations had melted, too.

“Megumi-kun was right.” The doctor said. You turned to give her a better look: long dark brown hair, purple circles under her eyes that contrasted with her pale skin… overall, the tired face of a doctor. You could relate to that. Even her lethargic (even disinterested) tone felt very familiar. “She really has no idea.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Albino Jesus mumbled under his breath.

“I’m telling you. I know her from the hospital. She’s a non-sorcerer.” Fushiguro barged into the conversation (it seems he was trying to defend you, but you weren’t sure). “Or at least… she was until yesterday.”

You pointed from Fushiguro to lady doctor to Albino Jesus frantically. “Will you people stop talking about me as if I’m not in the room?”

“Pardon their lack of tact.” Buff guy spoke up again. From his tone and posture, you could see he was some sort of leadership (being almost 2 meters tall and built like a bear helps, probably), though you were under the impression he wasn’t one to be too tactful either.“My name is Masamichi Yaga, this school’s principal. You were involved in some abnormal situations this morning, and we are trying to figure out exactly why it happened.”

“So… you’re not the police.” You instinctively stepped back (as if you’d be able to run away from bear guy and Albino Jesus in this small room), feeling anxiety grow inside of you again.

“We are Jujutsu Sorcerers.” Masamichi saw your face retorting in a confused frown, and before you could spill another sarcastic remark without thinking (Really? And I’m a Sailor Guardian) he raised his hand to refrain you from interrupting. “I understand you’re confused at this moment, but quite frankly, we don’t have enough time to explain you the specifics. The incidents in which you were involved brought too much attention – thanks to someone that decided to act before informing anyone,” Albino Jesus giggled, “and now we have a lot of explanations to make. So, if you could please sit down and answer our questions, I’d be immensely grateful.”

His expression and his harsh tone did not match that final plead.

It was clear he wasn’t asking for your collaboration, but demanding it.

Again, it was the fourteen year old in the room who calmed you down.

“We are trying to help, Mori-san.” Fushiguro said quietly. “You can trust us.”

You thought for five seconds, feeling overwhelmed by the silence and all the eyes on you, before sighing deeply and nodding.

There was a small iron table in the corner. Hesitantly, you took a seat. Masamichi and Fushiguro followed, the older man in front of you; Albino Jesus stayed in the same place by the wall opposite to you. Lady doctor didn’t sit.

“So.” You intertwined your own fingers and rested your hands over the table, shaking your leg nervously. “I was kidnapped from my work place. He…” You pointed at Jesus hesitantly (that blindfold made it awkward to look at him for too long), “...rescued me, I guess–”

“And you slapped me in return.” He interrupted you with a boyish whine.

You stiffened and cleared your throat. “...Sorry about that. I was nervous.”

“Don’t apologize. He probably deserved it.” Doctor lady said flatly.

“Yeah, he deserved it.” Fushiguro said flatly.

“Definitely deserved it.” Masamichi said flatly.

He grinned proudly in response.

“Uh…” That was weird. “...And that’s about all I know.”

Masamichi hummed and held his chin. “You’ve never been involved with Jujutsu before?”

You blinked and tilted your head to the side. “I’m sorry, you keep saying this word but I– I have no idea what that is.”

“Oh my God. We’ll have to explain everything from scratch,” Albino Jesus groaned under his breath. Fushiguro sent him a nasty side eye.

“You are a teacher.”

You completely ignored their side banter and tried to make what remained from your brain work. “Wait, by Jujutsu, do you mean these… these things? The creepy things I see? The creatures?”

“So you can see curses.” Masamichi nodded.

“Were you always able to see them?” Fushiguro sounded surprised.

“Well, yeah. At the hospital. Everywhere. I’ve always seen these things, but–”

“And you were just living a normal life with this fact?” You could see the outline of Albino Jesus’ eyebrow quirking under the blindfold.

“Uh, yeah? What’d you expect me to do? D’you know what people think of you when you come with the ‘I see ghosts’ talk?! I didn’t want to be put into a straitjacket.” You crossed your arms defensively. “Besides – they looked creepy, but always seemed pretty harmless to me.”

“Harmless?” Fushiguro was even more surprised. All of them looked a bit surprised at this remark, in fact, and made you wonder if you said something wrong.

“Yes. They never interacted with me, so I thought it was all in my head. Until…” The image of the creepy rat from earlier made you shiver. Your then white tennis shoe was still dirty with its blood; now that it had dried, it went from purple to black, as if you’d stepped into a puddle of petroleum. “Until this morning.”

They side eyed each other in silence.

“Fushiguro-kun, are you certain she did not exhale any cursed energy before today?” Masamichi asked.

“Yes. I am certain.”

“That does not make any sense.” It was bear guy’s turn to cross his arms. “She just stated that she’s always seen curses. And she very obviously possesses cursed energy.”

Fushiguro stiffened; you saw as his ears took a slight blush. “B-But I… I am sure of it. I’ve come across Mori-san in the hospital many times, and she just felt like a normal person. Besides – Gojo-sensei has been in the hospital as well, right? And he never felt anything out of the usual.”

“Tryin’ to stick the blame on me, Megumi?” So Gojo was his name. He had put his hands behind his head in a relaxed position. Despite his words, it sounded that he was just teasing.

Fushiguro looked at him angrily. “You know I’m right.”

Masamichi was deep in thought. “Well… I doubt anyone with this much cursed energy would go her entire life without coming across a sorcerer.”

You were shaking your leg under the table even more frenetically. Maybe because very little of this conversation made any sense. Maybe because a bomb had been dropped over your head – the creatures you’ve always seen were real, you weren’t imagining anything.Or maybe because a part of you desperately needed to smoke. “Do you guys… like… hunt people that see these things?”

“Seeing curses and possessing cursed energy are two of the things that put us apart from the rest of humanity.” He explained – though it still didn’t make that much sense in your head. “There aren’t many of us in Japan. So the possibility of someone possessing both of these traits and never being sensed or recruited by a professional sorcerer is very unlikely.”

“In Japan, you said?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then it’s explained.” A small smile popped up in your lips as if you had figured out something very clever. “I lived half of my life out of Japan.”

Fushiguro frowned. “You’re not Japanese?”

“What? No– I mean, yes, I’m from Kyoto. But us – my family – we left Japan when I was ten.” You scratched your head nervously again. They’d start thinking you had lice at this point. “Huh, now that you mention it, I almost never saw these… things? Curses? Overseas. Here, though, I see so many–”

“Did you come back recently?” Masamichi interrupted.

“Two years ago.”

The principal hummed.

He took his sunglasses off, exposing a pair of dark brown eyes and strong eyebrows that made him look even more intimidating. Probably because he was frowning, staring at you in a way that made you feel exposed, as if he had noticed something he hadn’t before. He leaned closer to the table at the same rate you leaned back.

“What is your name again, miss?” Why did he look so interested out of sudden?

You gave him your full name.

“‘Mori’ comes from your father, correct?”

“Yes.”

“What is your mother’s family surname?”

It was strange to speak it out loud. Mom always hated it. It became something of a forbidden word at home. So, as you pronounced it, the name tasted sour in your tongue.

“Hosokawa.”

They all went silent.

Your eyes jumped from Fushiguro, to Masamichi, to doctor lady and to Albino Je– Gojo. Aside from the white-haired one (because you couldn’t see half of his face), they had slightly shocked expressions.

“What?” You asked, starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Now things are starting to make sense.” Doctor lady muttered.

“You’re Kimiko’s daughter?” Masamichi said.

Your head whipped back to him. “You knew my mother?”

The principal sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He leaned his back on the chair once again.

“Your mother was a sorcerer.”

It was your turn to be completely shocked.

Another bomb dropped over your head as if it was nothing.

“My mother? A sorcerer?” You stared at him, waiting for him to dismiss it as a joke. But Masamichi was dead serious. You were under the impression he was incapable of joking or pranking anyone, to be honest. “Uh, I don’t think so. You must be mistaking her for someone else.”

“I’m afraid not, Mori-san.”

One more of your humorless chuckles went past your lips. You even smiled in disbelief. “Well, I think my mom would’ve told me if she was one.”

“I’m afraid not, Mori-san.” He repeated. “You said yourself that you left the country when you were a kid, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“And do you know why?”

“I don’t remember very well, but–”

You had to interrupt yourself.

A frown slowly took place in your face. You felt your shoulders dropping. Masamichi kept watching you, unfazed.

Crap.

“...As far as I know… she fought with my grandmother. And… cut ties with her side of the family.”

Masamichi nodded.

“Hosokawa is a sorcerer family.” For some reason, his words felt like a punch in the stomach. “A very traditional one at that. Your mother was a sorcerer, but retired when she was still young… completely withdrew from Jujutsu Society.”

“...Oh.” Was all you were able to speak.

You leaned on the chair and stared at the table blankly.

It felt like a cruel joke to discover that at such a date. July 18th. Yesterday, July 17th…

“This doesn’t explain everything.” Fushiguro said, completely unaware of how it had affected you. None of them seemed to be aware, in fact. Or care. “Why would they kidnap Mori-san like that? Why draw so much attention?”

“Maybe they’d demand a reward to have her back.” Lady doctor presumed in that same disinterested tone. “Or for revenge. It’s not like that family doesn’t have enemies.”

“...I doubt that.” You found the strength to barge in again. “I haven’t met anyone from my mother’s side of the family since I was ten. I doubt they even know I came back. I don’t think they’d care enough if anything happened to me.”

“Oh, they would.”

You all looked at Albin– Gojo (shit, that nickname really stuck). It was the first time he spoke up in a while.

“Please, enlighten us, Satoru.” Masamichi sounded both pissed and tired.

The white-haired guy just smiled.

He got up (you hadn’t noticed how tall that son of a bitch was) and walked towards the table, carrying his chair with him. He sat beside Fushiguro, unceremoniously pushing the boy to give him space (Fushiguro sent him another nasty side eye) and sat on the chair backwards.

It was the first time you gave a really good look at him from up close.

You had wondered before if his hair was bleached. But, from self experience, bleached hair would never look that soft and healthy (so he really was albino, huh? Though his skin wasn’t that pale). The fact that he wore a blindfold still threw you off, made you wonder if he was blind, even though he moved his head in directions that told you he could see. Made you curious to know what was under there. Also made him look like a freak.

However.

A sharp jawline, plump glossy lips, a masculine upturned nose and a prominent Adam’s apple were things you’d acknowledge from miles. Blindfold or not.

And his perfect white teeth.

And he had smile dimples.

Maybe it was a bit inappropriate how your half melted brain paid attention to that in such a critical situation, but oh well.

Okay. Focus now.

He was still smiling in a way you didn’t particularly like.

Gojo extended his tightened fist in your direction. You looked down at it and back to his face with clear confusion. Did he want to fist bump?

“Hold me.”

You leaned away, your face twisting in a scowl.

“Why?”

“C’mon, sweetheart. I won’t bite.”

Your eyes wandered to the other people in the room. None of them looked surprised or bothered by Gojo’s request, instead watching you with attention.

Weird. Weird, weird, weird. But of all the weird things you’d experienced today, that was the most normal.

So you decided to shrug and hold his wrist.

His skin felt hot.

“Was I supposed to feel something?” You muttered, unimpressed–

Until you looked up again.

Fushiguro had his jaw dropped.

Masamichi’s eyes were widened.

Even lady doctor, who looked very apathetic to everything, was pale.

It’s like they were scared to move. To breathe.

Gojo’s small smile had turned into a smirk you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Do you have it on, Gojo?” She asked quietly.

“Yep.”

“What is on? What are you talking about?” You looked around frantically.

“This,” Masamichi spoke in a bewildered tone you were not expecting to hear, “explains everything.”

“You could’ve told us earlier.” Fushiguro was sending him another nasty side eye. “Would’ve spared us from this entire conversation.”

For some reason, the fact that they were all ignoring you was the little push you needed to freak out.

“Okay, what is going on?!” You let go of his wrist and retreated your arm as if you’d been burned. You got up abruptly, scrapping the chair on the floor and gesticulating like a maniac. “If you’ve forgotten, I was kidnapped! I am the freaking victim here, but all you’ve done is interrogate me as if I’ve committed a crime!”

“Mori-san–” Fushiguro tried, but you were done with them.

“I don’t know if my mother’s family’s done something wrong, but I’m not associated with them! I don’t know why the hell these guys were after me! I don’t know anything! Like, hell, why are we in a school to begin with?! Why is a teenager involved in all this?!” Fushiguro looked a bit offended. “Why do you know my mother?!” Masamichi quirked one eyebrow. “And you–” You pointed at Gojo accusingly. “–Why are you wearing a blindfold?! It keeps throwing me off!”

Gojo smiled happily and threw you a V sign.

“None of what’s happening right now makes any sense!”

The principal sighed heavily. “If the situation wasn’t so atypical, we’d certainly make sure to explain everything. However–”

“However, I’m done listening right now.” You’re so sure he would’ve punched you at that moment if he could. The way his nostrils flared and a vein in his forehead popped made it clear. Whatever. “I have a younger sister. She’s a minor. I don’t know how long I’ve been out, and I need to check on her right now. Am I allowed to, sir?”

You glared at each other in silence for some seconds.

No one else dared to breathe.

Finally, he gave in.

Masamichi sighed and crossed his arms reluctantly.

“As you wish.”

Gojo shrugged and took something from the back pocket of his pants – and your eyes widened at the sight of your own phone and ID badge.

“Thank your blonde nurse friend later.”

It was a bit stupid of your half melted brain to notice how your phone looked small in his hand. It was also a bit stupid to be hyper aware of your fingers touching his when you took it back. It was also a bit strange to notice how he seemed to shake a bit from such a featherlight touch.

Whatever whatever whatever.

The screen lightened up, and you were surprised to see that it was 2PM – you’d gone through hell and it was still that early? The notification bar was overloaded. Texts and missed calls from Remi, Aunt Junko, some other colleagues and Mayu. Her latest text was from barely two minutes ago.

As if reading your mind, the screen lit up with a call from her. You immediately picked up.

“Hello? Mayu?” You sighed in relief upon hearing her voice. You walked to the back of the room, the fact that you were being observed still bothered you. “I know, I know, I’m sorry. Yeah, I was… I was stuck with a situation here. Yeah. Yeah. I am–”

You froze.

“What?!”

The three people in the room whipped their heads in your direction.

Your fingertips were shaking. Your vision went blurry. Heat crept up your neck; your legs lost their strength.

That hellish day was far from over.

“This morning, two explosions were reported in different areas of Tokyo. The first occurred at the Metropolitan Hospital; preliminary information points to a gas leak. Fortunately, the victims, a patient and three employees,only suffered minor injuries. The other explosion occurred in Sanya, at adisabled supermarket, with no casualties. The cause of the explosion is not yet known. However, authorities state that the two accidents are not related– ”

You hopped off the black sedan while it still hadn’t even stopped yet.

Maybe if you weren’t going through a meltdown, you would’ve noticed how ridiculously hot it was. It felt that you were inside a giant pressure cooker. The sky was clear, however, so at least there wasn’t another summer storm ahead. Maybe you would’ve noticed that, despite the heat, it was a pretty afternoon, the type that would make you want to either jog around the block or deep clean the house before your courage wore off.

You didn’t pay attention to any of that.

The only thing that mattered was Mayu, standing on the sidewalk by the apartment building’s side, holding that fat demon in her arms.

“Are you okay?!” You gripped her shoulders and looked at her up and down. Mayu wore baggy jeans, an oversized black t-shirt and Vans sneakers, her backpack hanging from one shoulder. Her dark green hair was tied in a ponytail.

“Damn. You look like you’ve been to war. The hell happened to you?” Was the only thing that little shit said in return whilst frowning.

It’s funny how she made you go from “worried sick” to “I’m gonna strangle you” in seconds. You stepped back and huffed. “Thank you for showing so much concern, Mayu.”

She shrugged. “You told me you were okay through the phone, so…”

“What did you see exactly?” You eyed the fourth floor of the building nervously – your floor.

“Well. I got here and the door was broken down. It’s a complete mess inside.” It was also funny how Mayu could describe the scariest scenario while keeping the most nonchalant face ever.

“D’you call the police?”

“I thought it was better to wait for you. Don’t think the police would like to see a minor unattended.”

Smart girl.

“You really ain’t having a great day, huh?”

She looked over your shoulder and quirked one eyebrow.

You turned around. Gojo and Fushiguro approached: the younger one had a serious expression, while the older one was slouching as usual, eating his third popsicle in a row. This one was blue. His left hand was shoved in the pocket of his jacket, and a plastic bag full of popsicles hung from his forearm (you had no idea when he got those. It should’ve been before leaving the school, but you didn’t see it).

“No shit,” you groaned under your breath.

Mayu’s eyes went from them to you rapidly, sending a questioning look your way. “So…?”

“Name’s Gojo Satoru. Nice to meet ya. Want a popsicle?” He offered the bag absently.

“Hell yeah.” She huffed tiredly and shoved her hand inside the bag, picking a strawberry one and ignoring your furious glaring. This girl had a serious problem. Being offered a popsicle was enough for her to not suspect the situation anymore.

Gojo looked down (“looked”) to the fat demon in Mayu’s arms.

“It’s so… round.” He sounded a bit impressed.

Countess just whipped her tail around angrily in response – the tortie cat that for sure was the reincarnation of an evil spirit. She was probably angry to have that many people around her, but she was always angry, so whatever.

“Don’t call her fat. She gets offended easily.” Mayu replied while biting her popsicle.

You rolled your eyes and turned around again; you were so anxious and nervous and angry that your ears were almost smoking like an old cartoon. There was no time to focus on the cat while your home had been invaded.

“Can we focus, please?!” You were about to walk inside the building, but an arm prevented you from doing so.

“Hey, slow down, Lara Croft.” Gojo didn’t bother looking (“looking”) down at you, focused on the fourth floor instead… and it immediately made you feel cold despite the heat, because you didn’t tell him your apartment was on the fourth floor. “You’re still in danger here, alright? Don’t go walking into places alone.”

The white-haired man looked behind his back. “Watch Mayu-chan, ‘kay?” He told Fushiguro. Mayu hadn’t introduced herself, he probably just picked her name from your talk on the phone. You also didn’t miss the casual chan. He pointed up with his head and looked down at you again. “C’mon.”

You still stayed on the sidewalk for a while to see Fushiguro and Mayu standing side by side awkwardly.

Mayu stepped away and sent him a side eye.

“Don’t even look at me. I like girls.”

Fushiguro blushed violently from either outrage or embarrassment. “What?! I wasn’t gonna–”

You ran after Gojo before you could laugh.

The two of you were the biggest contrast possible – you, almost vibrating in a frequency that could break glass from such nervousness; him, completely relaxed and humming a tune. He walked fast. Maybe his one kilometer legs were a factor. Regardless, you reached the fourth floor quickly. You were about to mumble how you didn’t have your keys before remembering that the door had been broken down.

Yet, the sight still made your stomach drop.

It was ripped off the hinges.

Gojo walked inside in front of you, absently turning the lights of the living room on. None of you bothered to take your shoes off.

You gasped.

The apartment… it was upside down.

One thing about you – as unhealthy as it was, you hated crying. Especially in front of a freak you barely even knew. But at that moment, seeing your home in a complete and violent mess, you felt a strong knot in your chest, a tightness in your throat that you almost couldn’t fight back.

Glass covered the floor from the destroyed coffee table. Pictures that were previously hung from the walls now were on the floor. The couch had been turned over; the TV was on the ground. Some cabinets from the kitchen had their doors ripped off. In your bedroom, all your belongings – clothes, books – everything was off the drawers and shelves.

Your home. Your things. The stuff you bought with your money, and the stuff from your parents you would never be able to throw away.

Your space invaded. Disrespected.

You didn’t even know what to say.

“We’re lucky that your sister wasn’t here when this happened.” Gojo’s voice echoed from another room. He showed up from the corridor, now biting the tip of the already eaten popsicle stick. He had the decency to sound a bit more serious, at least.

You gulped the lump in your throat. “Was it… was it them?”

“I don’t know if it was them. But this isn’t the work of a simple robber. There’s cursed energy residue all over the place.” These terms they used kept bugging your brain. With a surprisingly patient demeanor you hadn’t seen until that moment, he approached. “You’re not seeing it yet because you’re not trying to see. Focus your vision. Pay attention.”

You tightened your eyes and looked at where he was pointing – the opposite wall. At first, you just thought he was coo coo crazy (kind of hoping everyone would pop up clapping and laughing and a camera crew would appear. You’ve been pranked!). But… the more you looked, the better you saw.

Another involuntary gasp erupted from you. Gojo seemed satisfied.

The entire apartment was stained with marks.

Black and ghostly; they flickered like a TV channel out of tune. They dripped from the walls, the ceiling; hand marks, sole marks… they were everywhere.

Your stomach twirled.

“So this means… this is the work of a curse?” Your voice was fragile.

“No. Curse users. Criminal sorcerers, basically.” Gojo crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side. That mysterious smirk was there again. “You are being hunted, missy. And this mess right here is the warning they left to you.”

Your legs were weak again.

You looked around the destroyed living room. Gojo was right… what if Mayu was here at the moment the apartment was invaded? What would’ve happened to her? The simple thought made you shiver.

“I bet there’s a reward for your head already.” He continued absently. Gojo had walked towards the fridge (the living room and the kitchen were divided by a small counter) and opened it as if it was his house, as if the destruction around didn’t bother him. “Ijichi’s still checking that, but I’m sure it’s already on the deep web. A big reward, given the mess they caused in the hospital.”

You heard it on the radio: the hospital had blown up. They had exploded their way out, dragging you along. Luckily, no one got hurt… but still...

“I… I don’t understand.” You hated how weak your voice was, but how could you act differently? “I’m trying to wrap my head around what you all said, but it still makes little sense to me. Why is this happening? Why me?”

You heard the click of a can opening. He really was drinking your Coca-Cola without even bothering to ask… “Well, for starters, you’re a Hosokawa.”

“I don’t use that name.” It was an automatic response that made you sound way too much like your mother.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s still in your blood, sweetheart. You can’t run away from it.” Gojo walked back to the living room. With his feet (and seemingly without doing much effort) he pushed the couch back to its normal position, plopping down on it; he crossed his legs and rested his arm over the back of the couch in a relaxed position. “Let me try to explain it in simple terms: there are curses, which are the ‘creatures’ you know. They are created by the accumulation of negative emotions that humans naturally leak; in other words, cursed energy. Then there are sorcerers – us. We don’t leak cursed energy like normal humans do. Instead, we can channel it into techniques.”

His words were flowing into your brain like an avalanche of information (and it didn’t look like he planned on slowing down). Slowly, you sat down on a chair nearby, feeling your headache get worse and worse.

“But there’s the catch!” He continued after sipping more soda. “You can’t learn a technique; you’re either born with one or you got nothing. So strong techniques are super valuable in the Jujutsu world. If a family has an inherited technique – one that goes down the bloodline – they do what they can to protect it and rub it in everyone’s faces if one of their children gets one. And unfortunately for you, miss, you have a pretty impressive inherited technique.”

“Huh?” You gripped the fabric of your pants nervously. “I don’t– I don’t think I have this… thing.”

“Oh, but you do.” Gojo caught something from the pocket of his jacket and threw it in your direction. “Catch it!”

You almost dropped it, but managed to grip whatever it was (more thanks to his great aim than your reflexes, to he honest). You looked down at the small unidentified object, smaller than your palm: it was wrapped in yellowed paper with engravings in black ink that you immediately recognized–

That was one second before it caught fire.

You shrieked, startled, and dropped it on the floor. It was that again – the black flames from before; they lightened up for a few moments, engulfing the small object, before dissipating as fast as they came. And just like before, the yellowed paper was gone, revealing a miniature, ancient looking oni mask.

“W-What the– it happened again!” You couldn’t fight the urge to recoil your legs up the chair and press them against your chest as if the miniature was a cockroach.

Gojo giggled and opened a knowing smirk you were already getting used to.

“That was your technique in action.” He pointed to the tiny mask on the floor. “This is a talisman. It was sealed. Your technique broke the seal effortlessly.”

You remembered the kidnappers’ incomprehensible talk from back then…

She broke the seals.

Ain’t my fault. The seals were pretty tight. This only means she really is the one, huh?

“B-But I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes, because you’re unaware of it yet. But the sole property of your cursed energy is like a nullifier.”

You gulped, feeling a horrible taste in your tongue. “Is it… like… a big deal?”

“If it’s a big deal?” Gojo huffed and gesticulated widely. “Of course it is! On paper, you could break any seal! Negate any other technique! Hell, you could kill me if you wanted!”

After you saw him floating midair and twisting limbs with the power of his mind or whatever that was? “Uh, I don’t think so.”

“Do you understand how valuable this technique is?” He ignored you. “It’s extremely rare. I’ve never met anyone with something like that before.”

You gulped. The general idea of what he meant was clear. “So that’s why they’re after me. Because of this… technique.”

“Yep.”

“Is there a way to get rid of it?”

“No. It’s a part of you, like an organ.”

You put your feet back on the floor and crossed your arms. “Well, if it’s really a part of me, then why didn’t it ever bring me any problems until yesterday?”

“That, my friend, is a good question.” He chugged more soda. It reminded you that you were thirsty and hungry.

You ran your hand over your face. That annoying headache was getting worse and worse. Your home was a mess, the curse users people knew where you lived, the creepy stuff you’ve always seen was real, you were the bearer of a technique that could do something you hadn’t understood very well yet, there was a blindfolded guy drinking your Cola without asking, and you reeeally needed a cigarette.

“What do I do now?” Your tone was hopeless, because that’s how you felt. “We can’t stay here. Should I… should I call the police or something?”

“Hmm…” Gojo pouted thoughtfully. You tried to act nonchalant when he crushed the empty soda can without even touching it (the thing floated near his palm and shrunk). “I guess you two can spend the night at the school, given your circumstances. But Jujutsu High doesn’t accommodate people who aren’t active sorcerers or non-sorcerers… so that’s how long your stay can be.”

“That’s okay. Tomorrow is a problem for tomorrow me.” You got up and looked around nervously. If anyone info-dumped more Jujutsu content of cursed energy content or technique content, you might have a stroke. “Uh… I’ll just grab some clothes real quick.”

Gojo threw a thumbs up and grabbed his phone from his pocket, now more focused on scrolling it than paying attention to you.

You were about to run down the corridor when something popped in your head and you came back hesitantly.

“Huh… Gojo-san?” He looked (“looked”) up from his phone immediately. “I’d… prefer if my sister was kept in the dark about all this. You know, the sorcery stuff.”

He hummed and scratched his forehead with his thumb. “Well, it’s gonna be difficult. We’re going to Jujutsu High.”

“Yeah, but…” You fiddled with your fingers nervously. “Hell, not even I understand exactly what’s going on. And Mayu – she’s not like me. She doesn’t see things. So… just until I figure things out. Please?”

He smiled. “Just ‘cause you were really polite.”

He really was kind of annoying, huh?

You rushed. Took a backpack and shoved whatever clothes you could find. A pair of clean sneakers too. Toothbrush. The phone charger. Countess’ pink carrier. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter (Thank God!). Lastly, you took the wedding picture of your parents from the butsudan and shoved it into the bag. From everything in the apartment, that photo was what mattered the most.

Gojo put the door back into the hinges and you walked off the building.

Mayu was sitting on the curb with the demon still on her lap. Fushiguro stood a few meters away from her with an angry expression, eyes focused on his phone.

You plopped down next to Mayu. Countess hissed at you. You hissed back.

“They should’ve taken your fat ass.”

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Mayu elbowed you angrily; you didn’t have the energy to elbow her back. Instead, you simply lighted up a cigarette and inhaled it, savoring the feeling. “So what’s the plan?”

You sighed heavily. “I was thinking… double suicide.”

“Ew. If you wanna die, go alone. I have a date with my beautiful Kiku-chan on Wednesday, so I must live.”

You frowned. “Kiku-chan? Wasn’t it Rio-chan?”

“We broke up.”

“Wasn’t it, like… past week?”

“Yeah. The planet spins. Water flows. Everything changes in a few days, sister.”

Mayu didn’t mind you glaring at her with disgust. “You’re trash.”

“Actually, I have a big heart and a lot of love to give. You should try it out anytime, you know? Love.”

“No time for love in this economy.” Great excuse to give as your fourteen year old sister had a more exciting love life than you – even if she was pretty irresponsible with it. You envied her, honestly. Her home had been invaded and trashed, but not only did she not seem bothered by it, she was thinking of her silly little date. This girl was not okay in the head. You smoked the last drag and got up. “Put the demon in the carrier. We’re sleeping out tonight.”

“Where?”

“In a school.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, either.”

No time for explanations.

And just like that, you were all squeezed in the car.

Gojo on the passenger seat. Fushiguro and Mayu on the windows, you in the middle like a child. The demon inside the carrier over Mayu’s lap. The driver seemed on the verge of a panic attack all the time (you forgot his name). He wore a suit, thin glasses, had his hair parted in the middle; he looked like the type of guy who’d be bullied in school (and Gojo looked like the type of guy who would bully him, which explained a lot about their dynamic).

“Who wants to pick the next song?!” Gojo said excitedly. He did not know how to modulate the volume of his voice – why speak so loud inside a car? Why was he excited in the first place?! “Megumi?”

Fushiguro just groaned in response. He looked out the window, arms crossed, grumpy expression.

“Me!” Mayu raised her hand like a student in class. Gojo offered her his phone. You already knew she’d chose that new EXO song she’d been talking about the entire week. While giving his phone back, she peeked her head from behind his seat (and you already knew there was something atrocious coming). “By the way, what’s up with the blindfold, man? You blind?”

You elbowed her ribs and she winced. Countess inside the carrier hissed in unison. “Mayu!” Jesus Christ, she really was like a toddler who would stare and point at a disabled person on the street.

“What?! I’m curious!”

Well, I’m curious too, but I wouldn’t ask that to his face, you would’ve said if you could.

Gojo laughed, however, and didn’t sound bothered by her question. “I have reeeeally sensitive eyes, you know.”

You tried to act nonchalant upon hearing this new discovery. So he’s not blind. Okay. But is he, like. Seeing everything under the blindfold? The idea of him having his eyes opened under there and his eyeball touching the fabric made you shiver, so you decided to stop wondering.

“Oh. That sucks. I’m really short-sighted too, but I wear contacts!” Gojo chuckled again in a tone that sounded like you have no idea, girl. “Also, huh, are you guys officers?”

He looked back. “Your sister didn’t explain it to you?” It was annoying how you could see when he was quirking his eyebrow.

“I don’t have the mental fortitude to explain anything at the moment.” You said between gritted teeth. That was the truth. Maybe irresponsible, but still true.

Gojo shrugged and looked ahead again. “What are we, Ijichi?”

He patted the driver on the shoulder (Ijichi. Right. Remember this name.), and the poor man shrieked. He did look on the verge of a panic attack. Maybe teasing the guy behind the wheel was be a horrible idea.

“We are… huh… civil servants?”

“Exactly! That’s what we are, Mayu-chan. Civil servants. You’re surrounded by pretty reliable people, just like your nurse sister–” ­

“I’m not a nurse.” Your voice came quick and venomous.

Gojo looked back at you again.

“What’s wrong with being called a nurse?”

You crossed your arms defensively. “Nothing wrong with being called a nurse. It’s just that I’m not one.”

He looked ahead again, but before he did, you saw the teasing smirk increase on his lips. “Eh, you people that do medicine are all pretty arrogant, huh?”

Fushiguro sent him another nasty side eye. “You complaining about arrogance?”

Before you could defend yourself, Mayu popped from behind his seat again. “No, but that’s, like, so true. Dad was like that, too. It’s like any other profession isn’t good enough besides theirs.”

You elbowed her ribs again. She winced again. Countess hissed again. “You’re supposed to be on my side!” You whined between gritted teeth.

“I’m just telling the truth!”

You sunk on the seat and grimaced. “I’m not arrogant, okay? It’s just that I spent way too long studying to not be called what I am. A doctor. That’s all.”

“Really? What is your specialty, Mori-san?” You were surprised to hear the driv– Ijichi politely barge into the conversation, sounding both apprehensive and interested.

“Emergency medicine.”

“It’s not a specialty any person would pick.” He sounded politely impressed. It made you like him more. “One must have nerves of steel to work in such field, eh?”

“Well. Yes. You get used to it after a while.”

Gojo crossed his arms. “Huh. My field of work requires nerves of steel, yet you never compliment me for it.” He was pouting. That grown man was pouting like a child, and probably glaring at Ijichi under the blindfold. Ijichi shrieked again.

“Well– I– Eh–”

“Maybe because he was talking to me, not to you?” It was your turn to tilt in his direction slightly. Ijichi shrieked again. “Does it bother you not being the center of attention all the time?”

“It does.” Fushiguro grumbled.

Gojo threw his arms up in surrender. “Geez! God forbid a guy wanting a little compliment once in a while!”

“You want compliments all the time.” The black-haired boy grumbled again.

Mayu peeked her head from behind the seat again. “Who’s gonna pick the next song?”

“Me!” Gojo shouted happily while opening Youtube again. Fushiguro sunk on the seat as if feeling a bad omen. “The three of you are being annoying, so just me and Mayu will choose the songs from now on!”

His song choice started. The familiar and insufferable EDM filled the car.

“No.” You whimpered. “Not this song…”

“Yes!” Gojo grinned like a maniac and turned up the volume. Fushiguro looked either about to vomit or jump out the window. Mayu hopped on her seat. To your disgrace, the two of them shouted the lyrics in unison: “C’-c-c-c-c’ mon baby! U! S! A!”

You ran your hand over your face and sighed deeply.

You had been kidnapped that morning. You were being hunted by criminals. Your home had been wrecked. Apparently, you possessed a “technique”. Your mother had lied to you about her real past. But yeah, sure, let’s sing along to U.S.A by DA PUMP at the top of our lungs. This is fine. This is fine.

The next hour went like that. Jujutsu High was in the middle of fucking nowhere, so you were lucky that the traffic wasn’t as heavy as it’d usually be, otherwise you’d arrive at night. The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon line; the sky had orange tones and the temperature was a bit more bearable. Shit, you needed a shower. You needed to eat. You needed to reply to everyone that had been bombarding your phone (Remi especially). Most importantly, you needed to sleep. Maybe after some sleep you’d be able to think more clearly.

But no.

That hellish day was not over yet.

Because at the same time Ijichi parked the car at the school’s gates, you saw two other cars parked as well – and a few people getting out of them.

You wished you wouldn’t have recognized her immediately.

You’d last seen her around sixteen years ago, after all. You had changed. She had changed. And yet, the moment you laid your eyes on her figure, there was no mistaking.

She wore a sober black yukata – the same from your memories. Her hair was completely white, tied in a perfect low bun. She should be over eighty now. Yet, her advanced age did not bring you any sympathy. She was accompanied by three other men (all wearing traditional clothing, all younger), but still, you could only focus on her.

Mayu, clueless to everything, had gripped the door handle and was about to jump out of the car.

You shut the door again forcefully.

“What is this woman doing here?”

Your tone made everyone freeze in place.

Mayu looked from you to the woman out there. You hated how she started to recognize her, too, even if just through pictures.

“Is… is that…?”

Ijichi shrieked.

“Masamichi-san asked me to contact the Hosokawa Household about the incident,” he looked from you to the group and to Gojo nervously. “Did I do something wrong…?”

Gojo chuckled quietly and hummed. You were under the impression he found the whole situation entertaining, but you couldn’t care less about what he thought at the moment.

“You pissed Yaga off, Mori-chan.” He said in a sing-song tone. “He’s throwing the responsibility over your family.”

“She’s not my family.” There was no time to be snarky anymore. Not with that woman there. Not knowing that yesterday was July 17th.

You were trying your best to keep your cool even after all of today’s events for your own sanity. But that couldn’t be taken lightly – not even your nerves of steel could take it.

You were seething.

“So, what you gonna do?” Gojo crossed his arms. “You can’t sit here forever.”

Your jaw was tightened. Your heart was pumping. Your eyes were in flames.

But you weren’t one to run away from confrontation. You never were.

“Stay in the car.” You told Mayu sternly. You opened the door and managed to jump over her lap (Countess hissed inside the carrier).

“But–”

“Stay in the car.” You shut the door again before she could argue more.

That woman immediately noticed your presence.

You had the time to hear Mayu’s muffled voice inside the car:

“Mr. Blindfold, is my grandmother someone important?” She asked in an apprehensive tone. “’Cause if she is, I don’t think it’s a good idea to let my sister talk to her.”

Gojo giggled in response.

“This is gonna be fun.”

He hopped off the car.

You walked on a beeline towards the entrance. Masamichi was there, too, accompanied by two people in suits (a man and a woman), yet you couldn’t focus on anyone else. Just her.

Hosokawa Nobuko.

She was shorter than you remembered. Her skin, wrinkled and fragile. A cane helped her stand. She could pass as a simple elderly woman to anyone, but those eyes couldn’t hide the truth. The cold, heartless eyes staring back at you.

She measured you up and down. Your navy blue uniform. The stained tennis shoe. The disheveled hair. The iron grimace.

All she said was: “You grew up.” And that was the nicest thing she could say. You knew how she could be mean. You remembered.

“And you got old.”

The people around you froze.

At that moment, Masamichi found out setting up this meeting might not have been a good idea.

“Let us get inside and talk appropriately,” the principal said. You wanted to yell I have nothing to talk to this woman, but the still sane part of you decided not to. Decided to listen.

Your mother barely talked about her family; your memories from your childhood in Kyoto were damaged by time. You had just discovered that your mother used to be a sorcerer, and apparently her retirement was what made her cut ties with the family. It was all too new, too confusing, and as much as you hated it, maybe this woman – your grandmother – could grant you some answers.

Maybe she had changed. People change with time, isn’t it? Get softer.

Just looking at her was enough to know she hadn’t.

But still. You decided to obediently walk inside the school’s gigantic property towards the administration complex. No one dared to mutter a word – well, except for Gojo who hummed U.S.A quietly all along. He was beaming, in fact.

Finally, you got to some sort of meeting room. It had fancy green sofas with a coffee table in between. Nobuko sat in one sofa with her three companions standing behind her. You sat on the opposite sofa. Masamichi sat on an armchair between the sofas like a mediator; Gojo plopped down beside you as it it was his house. The two people in suits stood behind the sofa.

You stared at each other.

The air inside the room seemed to be charged with electricity.

“I’d like to extend my thanks for your presence, Hosokawa-san–”

“What are you doing here?”

Your voice was sharp like steel.

You didn’t have time to listen to formalities or care for it.

It immediately set the atmosphere inside the room.

There it was. Her gaze. It hadn’t changed a bit. The arrogance, the cold, the nonchalance – it was all there.

She tapped her finger over the cane slowly.

“You know very well why I am here, child.”

“I don’t, actually. Don’t think you would come greet me out of the kindness of your heart.”

One of the men behind her glared at you with so much anger, he’d make a hole on your forehead if he could. He was probably your cousin. “Excuse me, who do you think you’re talking to, miss?!”

“Yeah. I’m talking to your boss.”

Nobuko chuckled and raised her hand without bothering to look back. “It’s okay, Juugo. I’ll deal with her.”

You huffed with disdain.

Nobuko measured you up and down again. Slowly. Her lips slightly upturned in a disdainful smirk; her eyes gleaming with distaste. That wasn’t a usual, innocent old lady; she never was, and never would be.

“Extinguishment.” She spoke in a thoughtful, raspy voice. “I didn’t think I’d live to witness it. I really was blessed with a long life.” Nobuko tilted her head to the side slowly; the movement reminded you of a snake. “Do you even know what I’m referring myself to, child?”

But the sole property of your cursed energy is like a nullifier.

“My technique.”

The other people in the room eyed the scene like a tennis match. She chuckled quietly again. “And to think you had it all along.”

“Well, maybe you would’ve known sooner if you cared about us.”

“It was your mother’s decision to cut ties. I simply respected it.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

Nobuko chuckled again. You fantasized about shoving that vase in the corner down her throat.

“This doesn’t matter anymore. The past is in the past; what matters is the present and the future. And you, child–”

“I have a name. Do you even know my name?”

“Now that it matters to me, yes, I know your name.” The atmosphere in the room got heavier and heavier. Tons heavier. There it was; her showing her true persona. “You are being targeted by forces beyond your comprehension. You possess a technique that hadn’t reappeared since we were part of the glorious Fujiwara clan, yet you barely know what to do with it.” Nobuko quirked one eyebrow. “The only people that can actually help you are the one’s who you continue to disrespect.”

You tilted your head in disbelief. “So you came all the way to tell me you want to help?”

“Of course.” She straightened up like a proud peacock. “You should know, child, that I never agreed with your departure. You should’ve stayed with us. Heavens, how powerful would you be if received proper training from a young age?”

You stared at her in silence for a few seconds. That, perhaps, gave the impression you were agreeing with her – but it lasted just those few seconds.

“You’re lying.”

Nobuko frowned. “What?”

“You’re lying.” Your tone got progressively more venomous. “You didn’t know I had this technique until Masamichi-san contacted you. That’s why you hopped on a bullet train to Tokyo so fast in the first place.” Ancient memories from your childhood resurfaced like mismatching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. You couldn’t remember the details, but you remembered how you didn’t like her, how the house in Kyoto was unwelcoming and oppressive, mother’s heated arguments with her… “That’s why mom cut ties with you, isn’t it? You didn’t know I had this. You despised me the way you despised her.”

Her disdainful smirk was back. “Despise? Your mother had the best opportunities Jujutsu Society could offer her despite being a woman.”

“You are a woman.”

“A woman that knows her place.” She sounded proud of herself. “The moment she decided to walk out of line, she chose to not have our support anymore.”

“And you want me to know my place, too?”

“Of course.” Nobuko had the audacity to show a proud smile. “You might not be able to reach the peak of your abilities this late in life, but there’s still time. There is a place in this world reserved for people with an ability like yours, child. A place of honor and pride.”

Gojo exhaled a quiet disdainful chuckle beside you.

Once again, you remembered his words.

If a family has an inherited technique – one that goes down the bloodline – they do what they can to protect it and rub it in everyone’s faces if one of their children gets one.

“What’s this gonna grant you, granny?” Nobuko quirked an eyebrow at the mocking nickname. ���I might not fully understand what’s going on, but I know what type of person you are.”

Her nostrils flared. He inhaled.

“You really are too much like her.”

The anger in her voice was what filled your patience through the brim.

Too much happened that day. You had a headache. You were confused, scared and angry. Yet, the way that old lady had the audacity to show that emotion in front of you was like adding gasoline to a fire.

Maybe your twisted situation worsened your distaste towards her. But you couldn’t stand that. Being in the same space as her. Looking at her. She looked like your mother.

“Your daughter. She was your daughter.” Your voice raised – angry, gritted, barely contained. “Her name was Kimiko.”

The room felt like a pressure cooker about to explode. No one else dared to breathe. Masamichi, however, as a mediator, still tried:

“Mori-san, please tone it down–”

“You’re childish.” Nobuko cut him off. “If you can’t sit down and talk like an adult, I won’t stay here any longer–”

You leaned forward, eyes beaming with fire.

“Do you know what day was yesterday?”

The old lady interrupted herself at your sudden question.

“July 17th? Do you know what day was yesterday?” You pressed on.

She frowned. “What?”

She didn’t know.

The pressure cooker exploded.

“Ten years since your daughter died. It was yesterday.” You watched as, for the first time, quiet embarrassment covered her expression. She had the decency to feel ashamed, at least. “The daughter whose funeral you didn’t attend. Yet, here you are now, wanting me to go back to your house because I have something you want. You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t you dare disrespect Nobuko-sama like that–” One of the man behind her tried again.

“I don’t fucking care!” You got up abruptly. The other people in the room flinched. “I don’t care about your family or your honor. You’re all disgusting!”

“Mori-san.” Masamichi’s voice was stern. He wasn’t intimidated by your outburst, but you were far from caring at that moment either. “Do you understand what you’re doing right now?”

“I understand very well.” You pointed your index finger at Nobuko accusingly. “You’re right, I am too much like my mother. I never wanna see your face again.”

She stared back at you with the same intensity.

“You will regret this.”

“We’ll see who’ll regret what.”

Without sparing a last look at anyone, you stormed out of the room.

You didn’t know where you were or how long it had been, but the sky was almost completely dark.

Jujutsu High was immense. You didn’t know where you were going. Your vision was blurred, your head was aching, your heart was pounding. You just walked aimlessly out of the building, then crossed the complex, then ended in another building – fuck, you didn’t know where the entrance was. But you couldn’t face Mayu, not in this state.

You found a hidden place behind what looked like an old shrine. Ahead, a railing separated the school property from a hill and a forest that extended for kilometers; Tokyo shined in the far distance. You sat there, your back against the wall, knees close to your chest, and smoked.

You may have cried. You didn’t know.

You just stayed there until your hands stopped shaking.

It all felt like a big fat joke brushed in your face.

You didn’t have time to digest anything. The whole thing barely made sense yet. Your dear grandmother’s visit was the cherry on top.

And yet, what might have caused such a grand reaction from you was the fact that she looked too much like your mother. Except you’d never see mom this old, because she had died ten years ago – and Nobuko didn’t even care.

You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the wind and the forest. You… you just needed to sleep. You just needed to be alone. You just– you just needed some freaking paracetamol–

The sound of steps approaching made you remember that you had no time to rest, actually. You never did.

Gojo was clapping.

You opened one eye to see him grinning.

“Let me say, that was the most spectacular social suicide I’ve ever seen in my life!” He put both hands on each side of his waist. “Congratulations!”

You sighed heavily and hid your face behind your hands.

“I really don’t need this right now…”

“Okay. Straight to business, then.” You looked between your fingers. The white-haired man was leaning on the railing in front of you with a carefree posture (as usual). Nothing ever bothered him, and he didn’t care about bothering anyone. “What you gonna do from now on?”

“I…”

“You have few options.” He interrupted you. “Respectfully, despite what you said back there – very badass, by the way, I respect it –, I think you don’t understand what you just did.”

You crossed your arms and grimaced at him.

“Okay. Explain it.”

Gojo patted his index finger over the tip of his nose. “The Hosokawa Family is kinda important, you know? Big traditional household. Boring, I know. But. They were among the only people able to protect you and your sister. And they probably have the ancient scrolls with the knowledge about your technique… but you just told their matriarch to fuck off.”

“I’d rather die than go back with them.”

“Again! I respect it!” He threw his opened palms to his sides. “But it has its consequences anyway. She may make your life more difficult than it should be.”

You gulped. Maybe you should’ve thought this through better? Yeah. Actually, no. Fuck them.

“So, with the family option scratched, you have another one.” Gojo pointed two fingers up. “You pissed Yaga off, sure. But we’re always in need of sorcerers, regardless of age. So, if you commit yourself to becoming a sorcerer… receiving proper training… the school will be able to back up your expenses and protection. Both to you and your sister, at least until we find out who’s after you and why.”

You leaned forwards slightly, more interested now. “And how would it work?”

“You’d get to live here, which is the safest place in the world for you right now. We’re paid to work, too, so you wouldn’t need to worry about money. Of course, you’d have to work your ass off to catch up with the minimum a sorcerer needs to be able to go on missions.”

“Missions to what exactly…?”

Gojo groaned. “Gosh. You really know nothing…”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m asking you to explain. Aren’t you a teacher?!”

He tsked. “Sorcerers exorcise curses, sweetheart. The creepy creatures, you know? We get rid of these things, because they’re actively dangerous to normal humans. Dangerous to us, too. Not me, actually, but to you– super dangerous. And you might die fighting, by the way, which is how most of us die – not me, by the way, but that’s how most sorcerers die.”

Your face retorted slowly as if you were tasting a sour lemon. “Wow. You’re doing great propaganda in your favor.”

Gojo waved his hand dismissively. “Relax. We don’t throw anyone into super dangerous missions head on. There’s levels of difficulty, like a video game. Get it? Weaklings like you are at the moment would deal with equally weakling curses.”

You looked down at the floor. It didn’t sound so horrible. No, actually, it sounded horrible. And yet, if it meant Mayu would be safe… just until you’d get who’s after you…

“It… sounds viable.” You agreed quietly, which seemed to excite him.

“Right? There’s a small condition, though.”

You whipped your head back at him. Gojo was eyeing your uniform. “What?”

“Jujutsu sorcerers work full time. It can’t be a side job thing. So… your current job…” He pursed his lips and tilted his head.

“No.” Was your immediate answer.

“What?”

“No. I– I can’t leave my residency.”

Gojo sighed heavily.

He wouldn’t get it. He wouldn’t get that you spent years of your life studying. He wouldn’t get that your father encouraged you to keep studying even when he got sick and you almost dropped out to take care of him. He wouldn’t understand that, by leaving your residency behind, you’d be leaving your father’s sacrifices, too. And you wouldn’t drop that over someone you met that morning.

“You’re making your own life very difficult right now…”

“I can’t throw eight years of my life away!” You gesticulated nervously. “It’s not just a job, medicine is my life!”

Gojo grumbled quietly and threw his head back.

The half melted part of your brain notice his Adam’s apple bobbing again. And how fluffy his hair looked. Whatever whatever whatever.

He looked (“looked”) back at you again with his head tilted to the side. You really, really wished you could see his eyes to properly to decipher his expression.

“You can’t stay here if you’re not associated with Jujutsu High, Mori. Neither your sister. She’s a non-sorcerer.”

Fear slowly set in your stomach.

“So… what do I do?”

“You go back to your house, wait until the people after you kidnap you again, and we’ll have to rescue you again. If we make it in time, that is.” Gojo shrugged.

You gulped and avoided his gaze. Maybe he thought you were childish, just like Nobuko. Maybe you were childish. But fuck, you didn’t ask for any of this! You just wanted to go home and sleep after a 24 hour shift, not to be dragged into a world you knew nothing about!

Gojo hummed.

“You don’t want to go back with your family. You don’t want to become a full-time sorcerer. Yet, you want you and your sister to be safe, whilst keeping your merry doctor life.” Why was he repeating all that? Was he mocking you? What was wrong with him?

“I didn’t even have time to think about everything–”

He crouched down in front of you suddenly.

You shrieked, startled, at the sudden proximity.

He was smiling. His teeth were white. His dimple was cute.

“Okay, then.”

You stared at him in shocked silence for a few seconds.

“What?”

“Yep. Sounds fine to me.” Gojo tilted his head to the side. His hair was infuriating. His smirk was infuriating. He was infuriating.

And what he was about to propose would be even more infuriating than anything he’d done until that moment.

“But you’ll have to come live with me.”

A/N: - Reader's technique is basically Angel's, but turned up tenfold. Or: this is an Asta situation. We'll dive deeper into her abilities in the future! - When I write reader inserts, I like to make sure anyone can insert themselves (duh) in the story regardless of appearance (or regardless of the shitton of lore i give my mc's lol). Which may be a bit of a problem since Jujutsu is pretty much a Japan only thing with VERY rare exceptions, and I like to keep stuff lore accurate. SO, it's a small detail, but I wanted to make it kinda implied that reader is biracial. The country overseas she lived will keep unspecified, you can fill in the blanks if you want. Or don't if you don't want!! Whatever!! It's up to you!!! ("oh but mori is a japanese name" yeah but i wouldn't name her family idk MACKENZIE either lol you get it right?? yeah i know you get it you're smart) ANYWAYS!!! Feedback is MUCHHH appreciated as usual!! If you read it this far pls don't forget to leave a comment <3 See you!

[castlebyersafterdark]

Thanks a ton to all you amazing anons! I didn't think anyone would care enough to even read it. It was a spur-of-the-moment post, but big shoutout to Vinny for dubbing my ask as the manifesto—it definitely gave my ego a nice boost!

i am here to drop the content for those who asked for links, i apologise if i took too much time to reply back—I had to sift through my old FOAH playlist to do this properly and not like my earlier post.

SORRY FOR LONG ASS POST AGAIN . I KNOW I AM TOO MUCH! ( my apologies)

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LIP SYNC BATTLE:

https://youtu.be/CC_vymKA5zA?si=80NHAn6njvGu0Uya

My absolute favorite! At 1:10, finn kicks things off by mentioning his number 1—yep, you guessed it, NOAH. Then you have to see how he murders Gaten! It’s hilarious! Finn's humor is pure gold.

https://youtu.be/116daD8QFIo?si=bhtjuR3SWtSOe0ji

1:00 (famous foah moment) Finn literally walked all the way over to Noah in the middle of his performance! touches Noah with his butt and leaves with a little smile. I miss the old Finn!!! but he still yapps about Noah like a crazy person. still scores a win.

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MYSPACE: https://youtu.be/VnKJdvo3Yak?si=4jSpW9nJcQwhABc4

(so why am I suggesting that Finn's top 3 spots are his parents (with Noah taking the 4th position) (i was shocked when he said noah is his 4th) , for few reasons:

the interviewer himself specified: after your family , who would you pick from the cast?

MAYA said she would take out her dad from the list to make room for gaten.

TOP 8 (naturally) parents -> siblings -> boyfriend/girlfreind -> cast mates

sadie picked Noah & millie. Noah's actual BFFs are sadie and millie. not finn. finn is more like his_____you know. so finn wasn't even expecting noah to say his name, noah is his 4th and assumed that he is noah's 4th. which btw noah proved this year.....Noah crowned finn with 4th position in his wrap post for this particular reason.

So, why am I laying out these reasons? A lot of you might be tempted to jump straight to 2:45, which is fine, but if you do, you’ll miss out on why FOAH is probably the real deal.

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SAG AWARDS: https://youtu.be/xKZQXsbe6yI?si=k8QTKsDubexYm9pG

this is my reading, there may be some errors but overall this is the whole picture:

1:18 finn's gesture; give noah the damn mic millie

1:58 finn is asking millie "do you mind if i stand next to noah?" and millie says no.

4:48 finn was so smitten/impressed by noah's speech that he says this to millie "that was awesome"

its there....Finn's heart used to race for Noah. That was his little secret. not so much among the ST cast. pretty much every one knew. i dont even think it is a secret that he definitely fell for Noah first.

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NOAH's FIRST KISS:

I think Noah's first kiss was with Finn. There was a hint of romantic tension between them right from s1. Finn never did kissing rehersal with millie (Jimmy Fallon show).

Finn would subtly flirt with Noah during their lives, and you could see Millie grinning at it ! https://youtu.be/hbkzKGS6aIg?si=49ZWrTDAbXN795v_

https://youtu.be/S8dvjHDitMI?si=sP_CbONnYrlT-R3Y (snooze you loose: hard core flirting)

Noah's tiktok: he made a famous tiktok back in the day "googling how to kiss when you are 12" something like that : ST s2 filming time period. finn had a crush(clearly) and he could've made a move in s2. noah came prepared. mutual crush. two queer kids clicked. bam.

https://youtu.be/MpgxM0xZl1w?si=97mwvTZn2qKlo27y

Noah's Netflix live reaction video, when mike kisses eleven. I really wish Noah would make more videos like this! His commentary is just hilarious. If you have a chance, you definitely need to watch the whole video—Noah is the best, and his humor is on point! “EL IS SO SLOW, JUST KISS HIM, LMAO!”

bAcK tO ThE YoUtUbE vIdEo (in noah's voice) 28:36 watch Noah YAAS my prince ;)

interchanging of names: (famous tiktok analogy) https://youtu.be/owI3eiS_4uY?si=VrFPsDp1-msyJ2Rj

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honorable mentions: finn not letting go of noah

https://youtu.be/CFhbD61Vg6k?si=fCh6X57-xR9sGBoz

https://youtu.be/H7xZpQpEkHc?si=81fc9wCaUTS9IQFm

https://youtu.be/hagzu_h9T5E?si=iSNIuDnVWgclAwjq

Finn's eyes searching for Noah. He seems a bit disoriented throughout the video, but then a lady suddenly pushes Noah, and Finn gets really emotional? *Editing cut cut* 1:11. You can catch 1:05 watch caleb (wiping nose instruction). And if you look closely, Noah’s eyes show he’s feeling it too. Caleb and Gaten, in their supportive era!

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*Only read this if you think I'm full of crap*

I used to have a ton of FOAH analysis videos, but guess what? A lot of them have been taken down/hidden—looks like PR is keeping an eye on things! This is especially true for the award show ones. channels like MTV and ET, their videos are heavily edited now, which wasn't the case before. ‘ET’ (Canada, especially cough) went wild with editing the FOAH videos! Particularly those where Finn and Noah sat next to each other; those are basically all gone now.

proof: you wont ever find this video. if someone does, please do share. https://i.pinimg.com/736x/18/1c/fe/181cfe842e5df3c17b894b4123cb6ae8.jpg

if you ask me which media house knows about foah and ships it : GQ and WIRED GOOGLE SEARCH (they are so cheeky) i wish i could tell you all about it. so look out for GQ & WIRED for s5 promo. they'll do something again. ET also ships but its editing scissors are insane.

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wish I could share more theories, but I can't dive into everything.

thanks for reading guys! i know this is all tooooooo much!

WOAH 🫨 Passing this along for anyone who wants to investigate and have some things to watch in the meantime, I'll circle back to this Sunday - too busy tonight and tomorrow to dedicate a block of time to watch a bunch of videos, but I literally just refreshed and saw this second manifesto!!! Thank you anon for the compilation and all the work you put into this ask! 🫶🫶🫶

Anyone have any additional favorite or recommended interviews or segments in general on youtube - hit me up! I'm gonna start my revisit/deep dive Sunday because its a kickback day for me 😁

[cobrasx]

HEEEEY!!! ✺◟( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)◞✺

I'm a little embarrassed to send my question but I really want to interact JAJSJAKSNS

• Why do you like DTMG?

• Can you make a top 3 of your favorite characters?

¡¡¡¡I love your content!!!!

HOLI HOLIIIIISSSS!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA STOPPPP im literally SHAKING rn HELP I LOVE YOUR CONTENT!!! dude ive been meaning to interact w you too, but omlllll I GOT SCARED LMFAO "SMOOTH" N "SAUVE" ARE NOT IN MY VOCAB N REAL TALK UR JUST SO COOL DAWG 😭💯💯 i also speak spanish, pero no creo q se suficiente para mantener una conversacion completa. es q no quiero sonar tan gringa-- como que se me va el avión al abrir la boca AJJAJJSJSAJAASHSX pero si lo se leer muy bien! no te sientas obligada a enviar cosas en ingles, sientate comoda en escribir en el idioma q quieras <3333

reasons why i like dtmg well UHHRRRRRRMM i quite fancy its missed potential ehueheuhrurhur WAIT LMAO LIKE,,, my fondness for the series stems from what could've been, and as for whats already there, i think its just something i can vibe w. truthfully, bjc is what really got me into it, but what keeps me attached is his bond with spencer. i think what they have is special, and ive always adored that kind of friendship where shit just kinda happens, but you n bro just gotta thug it out. you can be at your worst and there'll b someone who can just see through all that and accept you. doesnt mean theyll always agree with you, and sometimes it feels like they gotta put up with you, but they stay. i feel that way with dtmg in a way LMAOAOA

dtmg is very hit or miss w it's humor, but i can't even complain cuz when it's just me n her, dtmg is the funniest bitch in the club <333 ill laugh at literally everything, but dtmg just happens to have that SAUCE. that, and its poor executions sometimes; like sometimes a character can say smth in a certain tone but they're animated to a completely different vibe and that shit just takes me the fuck out. reading too much into it sends me, and just sitting there enjoying the ride blasts me off into orbit. my humor is so ass, but it's great that i can be that vulnerable w a show :3

SHE SAID WHATS UR TOP 3????? STIMMING AND SKIPPING IM STIMMING AND SKIPPING

IMMMMokayokayokay

SO!!!COMIN IN AT NO.3 !!!

MISS BLAH BLAH?!?!!?

. i love me a woman with short blue hair and pronouns <333 AHHHSHAHSHHH i hate how there's so little screen time for her,, like she doesn't even say a WORD, but her impact is so huge she stole the show for me like DUUUUUDE. i like to think that she's one of the only ppl to see billy for all his flaws. i LOVE that feuding with him makes her so happy cause she KNOWS she's getting on his last nerve. i LOVE that bjc feels threatened and offended enough by her to drop several diss tracks ALL to her name. i LOVE that in a world where billy can end careers at the snap of his fingers, shes REMAINED relevant annnnnd looks to be enjoying her celebrity status thru n THRU LIKE OH MY GODDDD IIII LLLOOVVVEEEEE!!!!! AND BJCs STILL MAD YEARS AFTER HIS OWN PASSING MAAAANNNNNEEE HOW CAN U HATE HER IF SHES ON YOUR MIND??? LORD IK SHE A BADDIE,, STAY PRESSED GRAHHH 💙💋

NUMBAH TWO??? YKKK ITS GOTTA B OUR MANNNN

BUCK

. the chillest mf there is. funny asf, a total nerd maximum geekage (i see them pins bbg), ik he rockin it w the lgbtqs, AND a successful businessman with total wi-fri OWNAGE. a fucking DIVA. a fucking LEGEND. the intercom that suspiciously sounds like the 14 year old that frequents the place says free fish tacos for every flyer RETURNED? and his response is "sure, what the hell" yesss YESSS MY KIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG. REAL KING SHIT. YOU SAW THEM HEELS TOO?? I KNOW U SAW THEM. OUR BOY FRESHHHHH. OUR BOY FLYYYYYYY AND THATS 'CAUSE HES THE GOAT‼️‼️‼️ THE 🐐🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

NOW FURST??? U KNOW I HADDA U KNOWWON

BOBBY

. i think he's pretty tragic as a character; about as tragic as a character can b in dtmg LOLOL!! i like it when ppl r against bjc, and w their own valid reasons. bobby was just a fan who wanted to be like his idol, and in the process he ended up neglecting his own identity to fit the bjc standard. bjc rly set himself up for failure, and i love it when he faces the repercussions of his own actions. billy can't stand to see someone one-up him at his own game, and bobby being so good at being a ghost in such a short amount of time-- YUHHRRRR god that makes me so proud of him. when bobby is great, it's not at the expense of others, and he never showed any signs of intentionally making billy feel bad abt his lack of expertise up until the end of the episode. even then, bobby was never an antagonist for the fun of it. he was able to see the toxicity that billy beared, and i find that him saying "billy's somewhere he can't say mean things about people anymore" speaks volumes for his character. word choice here, "people" instead of the personal "me". he's vile, spiteful and tried to replace billy. he's so FUN. a butthurt and emotionally immature guy, but that's what i find so fascinating. LIKE CHAT THIS ALL COULDVE BEEN A NARRATIVE BEAT

THIS WAS SO FUN!!! thank you for this, i had so much fun talking abt these goobers. hearing from you is always a pleasure pan!!!! KEEP AN EYE ON UR INBOX <33333

[angelbelles]

PJO TV CRIT RANT COMING !!

If you don’t want to hear or don’t like it just don’t read it. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion

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I’ve been on the pjo tv crit tag and I gotta say I agree with most of what’s on there 😭😭

All my praise for the show goes to the actors alone. I’m not stupid I didn’t expect the show to be an exact replica of the books cause that would’ve been boring as well but I feel like say “faithful adaptation” is a bit overzealous.

1. The changes

Some of the changes I love. Like them stopping for candy and Annabeth going in was so cute. Grover using psychological warfare on the God of war ate.

But a lot of the changes were just like ???? What was the point? And all the stuff that they revealed like 4-5 seasons too early. Stuff that was hinted at through the books that built suspense and intrigue just dumped on the table was a bit 😕

I remember finding out about Luke’s mom and why Luke REALLY hated his father. It literally had me gagged it was like finding out something I didn’t even know I was waiting for. The build up to them finding out Kronos involved was always a favorite cause it felt so raw. It was pure fear encapsulated by words, you could feel it, it was palpable and we just didn’t get that in the show. It was so “here you go. Kronos it was him *but said intensely*”

2. Them knowing everything

I do understand how it does make sense that they would know a lot of things from the jump as they all literally grew up with this information but a lot of the times where they didn’t realize exactly what was happening right away in the books have a slight reminder of how young and innocent they are. These neurodivergent 12 year olds who have been tasked with a Gods job and have been trekking across the states for days; yeah I wouldn’t expect them to be at the top of their game ALL THE TIME no matter how smart they are. The slip ups show that even though they’re these tiny warriors they aren’t immune to being a little naive.

3. Setting

I’m not gonna criticize the settings cause if that’s how Rick imagined it then that’s how he imagined it but I can’t blame the ppl who are a bit miffed at how the sets were portrayed. The underworld did truly throw me off.

4. Info dumping ?? Or not enough info idk

I also saw a post about how they would just throw random names out there pertaining to Greek mythology and then just not explain 😭😭 and all the stuff that they left out too (fields of punishment, isle blest, etc) which sets up for things in later seasons. And I understand the time crunch; 8 episodes 40 mins give or take and a dream is what they had. That being said this shit was a mess 🤷🏽‍♀️😭😭 like badly set up, script was not doing them any justice, and it felt so boring most of the time.

5. Whimsy and fun erasure

There were gems I will keep saying that. There were fun times but the fun times also felt very strategically placed whereas in the books it was sorta woven into the chaos. Charon being a lil silly, Grover playing the shooting game in the lotus casino and killing humans (I love him so much 😭😭), annabeth geeking over the architecture of the arch and going on a tangent about how it was made while Grover and Percy trade candy in the back. Talking to the animals and Percy finding out he can speak horse, the car wash where annabeth scares off a grown man in a Lincoln, “shows over! Thank you and goodnight!”, Percy and Grover clowning annabeth for watching the discovery channel unironically. I’m not saying I expected them to put all this shit in there cause again I’m not an imbecile but the type of wit and humor that made everyone fall in love with the books was cut out for the more serious stuff. And what’s so frustrating about that is I KNOW the actors would’ve ate it up. Walker especially that boy IS Percy.

I could keep finding stuff but I’m trying to be grateful cause even after all of this Rick did take the time to try and think of us and maybe it’s not his fault but idk it’s just a bit disappointing after the way it was marketed towards long time fans

Much love to Walker, Leah, and Aryan and hope for future seasons 😊

[pillow4t]

These are just my favorite/main headcannons tbh

• HEAVY on the they/them Moria

• Cassidy is a girls girl™ If he's out on a mission with (insert literally any woman in ow) and some creepy guy is hitting on her/touching her, he'll go over and defend her, pretending to be her boyfriend so they'll back down

•Trans Junkrat!!! Trans Sombra!!!!

•Roadhog had a wife and kids before he joined the AFL idc what anyone says

•Baptist calls lifeweaver "Flè mwen" which means "my flower" in Haitian Creole (I used a translator so let me know if I'm wrong <3)

•Pharah stole one of Cassidy's hats back in his blackwatch days when she was 13, she still has it (and sometimes wears it around the bass)

•Genji has a drink named after him at the bar he used to frequent when he was younger

•Junkrats mom spoke Arabic so that's why he gravitated to Ana when he was first around her, he hasn't told anybody tho

•Mercy loves to harp on Cassidy about his smoking habits like she isn't living off of coffee and cigarettes (and sometimes a bagel bc of pharah😌

•Cassidy got Ana a "I love my lesbian daughter" shirt for Christmas, he bought it as a joke, she wears it regularly.

•Junkrat can swallow something then bring it back up, it's a great party trick, he thinks, but it usually grosses people out. It's come in handy on missions tho

•When Sojourn brings Murphy to the watchpoint, she gets SMOTHERED with pets, kisses and love from everyone. The same thing happens when Brigitte brings Mitzi around.

•Symetera and Lifeweaver have completely opposite tastes in music so they were CONSTANTLY arguing about who gets to put on music when they shared a dorm (sym usually won)

•When Hanzo laughs he snorts

•Lúcio has real bad arthritis and his skates are more braces than anything, he also has knee, hand and back braces at the ready

•Tracer gets Emily a souvenir from every place she gets deployed to

•Zenyattas favorite color is Yellow

•JunkerQueen carries around hamster treats in her pockets when Wreaking Ball is with her "For when the champ gets hungry!" She always says(in reality she just thinks it's cute how hamsters eat)

•Torbjorn sometimes brings his (older) kids around if the original group of Overwatch is there, he trusts the others...just not with his kids and is really reluctant with Brigitte

•Roadhog has been teaching Junkrat how to properly write and read and it's really improved how Junkrat functions when they're not fighting for survival in the outback

•Illari is a jewelry girl, but she cant wear to much because it gets in the way of training/fighting, but her collection of gold accessories is off the charts

•Sombra took the username D.va on social media and finds it SO funny that Dva has to use a different variation of her gamertag

•I feel like Reaper still has the same sense of humor he did in over/blackwatch and will constantly make witty jokes to Widowmaker or Moria who just give him a blank stare, Doomfist usually finds them funny tho

•Kiriko and Genji literally cannot cook to save their lives and usually takes two of them to make a small microwave meal

•B.O.B had his voice box removed when he was working for Ashes parents and even after all the years of her offering him to get his voice back, he chooses to use sign language instead but the offer is always on the table, Ashe says

•Lúcio has a 10k DJ set up in his room, and gets violent if anyone tries to mess with anything, literally almost took Cassidy's other arm off when he moved a bunch of dials, he'll show you around the soundboard if you ask tho!

•Kiriko is Hanzo and Genjis Cousin (Asa is their mom's sister <3)

•Reinhardt snores. LOUDLY. Brigitte had to get him a sleep apnea mask so she was able to sleep in the same vicinity as him

•Reaper is from Michigan🫶🏻

•Soldier76 gets made fun of by D.va for being old, but the second he's like "me and Ana are practically the same age" D.va gets all defensive "you just called a woman old!"

•Mei and Tracer share a room, they both sleep better with company

•(Blackwatch)Moria and Genji had an anime night where they would watch 10-20 episodes of any given series they were on, but

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RAHHH OKAY I LITERALLY HAVE MORE LINER UP BUT I FEEL LIKE ITS ALREADY A SUPER LONG POST

But yeah :) I'm incapable of liking something a little bit so yeahhhh

[andorerso]

sissi hello!! in regards to the post about ocs, i would LOVE to hear more about dani and elijah 💜 (partly bc i love both of those names so so much, always have, and that intrigues me instantly).

hope you're having a wonderful day!

rolling up almost two months later like hiiiiii <3 sorry it took me so long to answer ahfgdchg

but first of all, thank you for asking because I love talking about them, second of all, I'm so happy you like the names because I do too 🥰 well obviously, I wouldn't have chosen them otherwise, but I'm very particular about names and they have to feel right, and this was one of those instances when I almost instantly knew their names, like it was just fate. meant to be. and I think they sound nice together!! anyway, I'll stop ranting about names now

so, the story is urban fantasy, and their tropes are slowburn, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, battle couple, codependency, angstttttt, two sides of the same coin, flirty & awkward, snarky & serious, impulsive & rational, short-tempered & calm

Dani (full name Danielle Preston but she hates being called Danielle) is our leading lady, she's in her mid-20s, and she's the flirty, snarky, impulsive, short-tempered side of the two. she's always cracking a joke, which is mostly a self-defense mechanism, and tends to cover up real feelings with humor, sex and booze. I have such a soft spot for characters who'd rather cut open a vein than show weakness or vulnerability in front of someone, but still deeply care about people and are intensely loyal if you earn it, so she's kinda that archetype. she'd literally burn down a whole city for someone she loves but will never actually say the words. also she's bisexual like almost all my MCs

here's kind of how I imagine her (made with this picrew)

and Elijah is the more level-headed, serious, all business no fun counterpart to Dani's generally chaotic behavior. he's a couple hundred years old, and not human, but he looks to be in his early 30s. he's very matter-of-fact, goal-oriented, and pragmatic, but he's also very kind to those who deserve it, and can be surprisingly intense and passionate when he actually lets himself feel it (which is not very often, at least not at first). he has a very strong sense of justice, but he kind of follows his own moral code, so he definitely falls into the morally grey category (Dani kind of does too, but Elijah even more so)

here's a picrew for him too

as for their relationship, it starts as kind of an unwilling partnership and they clash a lot at the beginning because of their different approaches and worldviews, but they eventually form a friendship. Elijah's kind of drawn to her/fascinated by her from the start, because she's so different from him but has a lot of the qualities he admires/wishes he had too. Dani takes a bit longer mostly because she's better at lying to herself lmao. but there's an attraction of sort from the beginning. it's a difficult ride, mostly because they're both stubborn idiots who tend to repress their emotions, just in different ways. she's lost people and is afraid to lose more, and he's just not sure he knows how to allow himself to want things and be a functioning human person, so neither wants a relationship and they're both violently trying to deny any feelings. but the feelings are definitely there. like they're not together but they're deeply devoted but they will never admit it but there's no one else who could possibly compare. those kinda vibes, you know?

some other tidbits/details that I love about them: she loves to antagonize him (mostly in a teasing way) and he's so offended/annoyed at first until he realizes it's her love language. then the annoyance turns into fond exasperation. she's pretty much the only one who can make him genuinely smile and laugh, in fact sometimes he's the only one who actually finds her funny at all lmao (she definitely overdoes it sometimes but he finds it charming). she's a bit of a romantic deep down, and he's very intensely devoted once he commits, so it's the kind of relationship she always secretly wanted but never thought could have. and he's the only person she will tolerate calling her Danielle (it's kind of a turn-on from him).

anyway, I could go on but it's gonna get long very quickly, so this is just the basics. but I love talking about them and I'm always open to more specific questions from anyone <3

also here's a moodboard too because why not

[danhumphrey]

i'm the opposite of you when it comes to booksmart vs. bottoms (i think booksmart is p much perfect and the only thing i liked about bottoms was ayo's wardrobe) and I was just wondering if you would expand upon how you felt about each movie. i was so excited for bottoms so it was disappointing when i didn't like it.

oh man i have not watched booksmart since it came out in 2019 BUT i personally just found it pretty unfunny and some of the aspects that are meant to be empowering for women and teen girls just came across very. insincere and surface level to me. best example i can give is the two main characters saying “malala” to each other as a code word in their friendship? to me that is very 2012 leslie knope #im with her writing where they think simply namedropping an outstanding feminist public figure in a throwaway joke makes their movie overall More Feminist. like look we mentioned malala! when really they’re invoking her name without any substance, yk? i don’t really know why we’re supposed to applaud beanie feldstein’s character for finally seeing the girls around her as people with their own skills and values at the ripe age of 17 years old and then giving a big speech at graduation where she’s essentially like “hey good news i finally see you all as people :)!” BUT i do think it has some funny jokes and a rlly good cast

bottoms to me is just endlessly funny. i do get that it has a very specific type of humor that probably is not for everyone, the incoherency and surrealism of the world the characters live in might be off putting or frustrating for some viewers. i love bottoms because pj and josie, to me, feel like real teenage girls instead of the personification of feminist bumper stickers with catchy slogans. i love that they are not setting out to change the world, they literally just want to lose their virginity and have lesbian experiences. i think one of the funniest jokes in bottoms is when hazel says like “if we keep this up we might be able to take on huntington you guys” and pj responds “no if we keep it up we can put our fingers inside each other, grow up” like her ONLY goal is to have lesbian sex and to me that is so real and refreshing. plus, the movie doesn’t frame pj and josie at the end as these models and paragons of feminism, but rather as real girls who are figuring out their own wants and desires

i guess i would say i simply identify more with pj and josie’s experience in high school. josie definitely understands the value of a community of girls coming together and learning self defence, buttttt that ultimately comes second to her crush on isabelle. that feels authentic to me. josie and pj do not consistently model textbook feminist practices (pj’s favorite show is entourage, she’s not a feminist!!!), they antagonize and manipulate other girls, and they really only understand the value of their community of other girls at the end of the movie. BUT that all makes them feel more like real people than the characters in booksmart to me, and the narrative doesn’t frame them as heroes that we need to be looking up to. if anything, the end of bottoms acknowledges that they are murderers <3

to me the strongest and most empowering women in fiction are those who feel realistic and true to life, and i literally feel like i’ve met pj and josie as a teenager. the characters in booksmart, as well acted as they are, didn’t feel authentic to me when i was 18 years old watching it just post-graduating high school myself

[good-beanswrites]

Director's commentary for "I prefer to not be disturbed"?

Starting here, perhaps, since the fic is over 500 words.

Kotoko grits her teeth. She doesn’t plan on harming Amane as she did the others

Aw yeah! This is definitely one that doesn't quite stand up to canon anymore, but my justifications for little details still hold up!! Thanks pal :3

Kotoko grits her teeth. She doesn’t plan on harming Amane as she did the others -- she would never raise a hand to a child (despite what she told her about avoiding special treatment.) Still, the girl needs to be taught a lesson. Kotoko is a vessel for justice. She has been chosen. She will not be turned away so easily.

*siiiigh* So I did think Kotoko had it in her to attack Amane when I wrote this -- the problem was, the original ask had a lighthearted/comedic tone, and I wanted to go for a lighthearted/comedic tone. And. There's no way to casually drop child abuse in a comedy piece. I had to find a compromise for this piece, and this was my solution 😅 I thought it would work to have Kotoko threaten Amane that she wouldn't hold back because she's a child, but deep down Kotoko knows she couldn't really do it.

(And as much as I enjoy reading Kotoko as she will justify any means to the ends, to be fair, this could still be true to canon -- she could have just told Es those things to keep up her reputation, but we don't know what she'd actually do under pressure...)

“Momose Aman--”

The door opens a crack from the other side.

I rarely write in present tense but sometimes it just really works. I tried it out for the urgency and action of this one, and thought it fit well. And then proceeded to mess up the tense every other sentence. I think I caught them all by the time I posted it...

"I prefer not to be disturbed."

Amane looks up, her expression making it clear she has already been disturbed. Kotoko’s fierce red eyes are startled by the gaze looking up at her.

There's nothing scarier than a righteous twelve year old that you've upset -_-

“Well,” Kotoko shifts so she can see the blood that flecks her clothes. She can get a good look at her boots, and her raw knuckles. Amane sizes her up, her purpose becoming clear. “I --”

“You will need to come back later.”

Kotoko's brow furrows. She doesn’t have time to come back later. She can already hear Kazui collecting himself from where she’d left him with Fuuta. She wasn't prepared for any of this.

Can you 'hear' someone collecting themself? Probably not, but I kept bumping into the problem where Kotoko needed to know time was running out without Kazui directly charging at her 😅 I liked the idea of an incredibly efficient Kotoko, that she'd be a bit frazzled when things don't go according to her meticulous plan. As adaptable as she seems, I bet she thinks far enough ahead to plan for any derailment..... and this was not one she expected. I liked the humor in Amane instantly throwing Kotoko off of literally everything she'd prepared.

“Er... You have been named guilty. Your...” She clears her throat. “Milgram has named you guilty of an unforgivable murder.”

“Milgram is wrong.”

Amane’s voice is unwavering. Her eyes went from mild frustration to a pinpointed rage.

(RIP I didn't catch all the tense issues.... I actually think this was meant to be "had gone" and I thought I could swap it with the less wordy "went" since her expression changed while Kotoko was talking, not after Amane's line. Anyway.)

Kotoko had just listened to Mahiru’s cries that this was all a mistake, though the woman accepted her judgment quickly. She’d heard Fuuta’s excuses and denials, showing nothing but an immature rejection of what he’d done. But the way that Amane rejected her verdict, Kotoko was actually inclined to believe her.

No, she would not be mislead. She was not mistaken. She was here to bring only righteousness. She was here to administer punishments.

I enjoyed the idea of all the guilties having similar excuses that "Milgram got it wrong, I did nothing wrong", but Amane is the only one who truly believes it. (I think out of everyone, she's really the only one with absolutely no doubt in her mind that she's in the wrong.) Because she believes it's the truth as she says it, it makes it convincing to others as well.

“I am here to--”

“-- you are here to disturb me. I refuse to be taken from my studies.”

Amane squares her shoulders. She starts rolling up her sleeves.

Kotoko knows better than to mess with a young woman with that kind of fire in her eyes.

Now we have Lucky, but at the time I was just thinking about Kotoko herself. She remembers a time when she was that age, likely with similar drive and anger. She knows the kind of damage she could have caused at that age, and doesn't want to test that out with Amane.

Also, I think it's pretty 50/50 of Amane actually mad about being interrupted and defending herself from a clear threat. She's letting Kotoko know she'll fight back, but she genuinely is very annoyed that her activity/focus was interrupted.

She gets the feeling that even if she doesn’t take things too far, Amane will. That was not part of her grand plan of delivering justice.

I tried to use loose wording here -- "even if," "wasn't part of her plan" -- to show that Kotoko is still very capable of attacking Amane, it's just not her plan at the moment.

She straightens. “...I understand.”

She hears Kazui is nearly recovered. She thinks she hears Shidou’s voice as well. Too much time has been spent here, with no easy resolution. There’s one more prisoner she must deliver punishment to -- one whose verdict was the absolute clearest to the warden. He should be her true priority.

I liked hearing theories about whether guilty ratio or just prisoner number affected Kotoko's order of attack (reference not intended), so I usually go with the idea that the voting ratio was reflected in Es' personality when they made the decision. The rest of the prison can tell that Es was most sure about Mikoto's guilty verdict, and least sure about Amane's, hence Kotoko's view that he was far more of a threat than her.

Kotoko steps back. “You will see the error in your ways in due time. But for now, I’ll leave you to it.”

Amane’s hard set expression doesn’t change. She gives a curt bow. “Or, perhaps you will. Thank you.”

Even when threatened, she remembers her manners ;-; I wanted this to be a funny line, of them pleasantly saying "thank you :) goodnight :)" after such an intense moment, but on a serious note, I think Amane is conditioned to use her manners in the face of even the meanest adults...

Kotoko doesn’t lose another moment hurrying to the neighboring cell. She spares a single glance over her shoulder. She just has to be sure those intense green eyes are off of her. Amane shoots her one more look before shutting the door.

After exhaling a little sigh -- not out of relief, if anyone were to ask -- she pounds three times on the next cell.

Although this line was mostly for a nice comedy ending, I do think out of everyone, Kotoko wouldn't underestimate her. She wouldn't necessarily be afraid like this, but she would 100% know to take the girl's anger and capability very seriously 👍

And I mentioned it in the tags of the original but I can definitely see Kazui and Shidou figuring out Kotoko's plan, finding the victims she left in the previous guilty cells, and bursting into Amane's cell to meet her Even Worse anger at being disturbed again, by Shidou of all people...

[2000sangel]

Can I have a platonic matchup, please?

My name is Maria Eduarda, I’m Brazilian, 22 years old, my pronouns are she/her and I study Environmental Science at the College

I’m awful describing myself, but here we go. I’m introverted, usually I don’t start a conversation with someone else, but I like to chat if another people star talking to me. I'm quite a procrastinator, but so far it hasn't caused me any major problems. I am well organized and responsible with anything that involves other people, I don't want to harm anyone. I work hard at anything that I think will bring me good things in the future, I really like making jokes (even dark humor ones) and I consider myself very loyal to my friends. I am very unassertive in showing what I want and I always give in to avoid conflict. I don't know how to act under pressure (I usually freeze when it happens and I need some help)

Hobbies: videogames (Nintendo is my passion), I love to write; currently learning how to make digital art (still being awful at it), also trying to learn how to play piano (this one I’m doing better) and I’m learning to like going to gym

Likes and dislikes: I Analog Horrors and sci-fi (my favorite series are Doctor Who and Star Trek), I love food, but I hate to cook; I hate when the weather is too hot (it’s weird, since I live in Rio de Janeiro); I hate crowds and I hate the feeling of being left out of something

Hey Maria! This is the first fully platonic matchup I do I think; let’s see if I chose your friend well :3

I match you with...

Rosie!

Rosie is gracious and kind, especially to her loved ones, and to me your two personalities match because you seem to own both of these characteristics as well, especially the kind part. You seem like a pretty chill person to hang out with and Rosie appreciates that, Cannibal Town can get pretty overwhelming so a break from that is most appreciated.

She also has this calming energy about her that I think you would benefit from; she quite enjoys consoling her loved ones in times of need so if you need help when you’re overwhelmed with things to do and under pressure she can definitely lend you a hand (quite literally too!).

She also has no issue starting conversations, she’s quite the extrovert even though her appearance may indicate otherwise, so as long as she knows what topics you like talking about she’ll always be the first to talk to you about them, unless you decide to initiate conversation once you’re more fond of each other.

She appreciates your humor a lot, especially when it gets a little bit darker. She actually quite enjoys making morbid jokes from time to time too, and will laugh at yours while elegantly covering her mouth with her hand.

Another thing she absolutely loves is your love for horror! She wants to know everything about analog horror, I’m pretty sure her date of death goes back to at least one century so she’s not all that familiar with it, which makes her even more curious.

She also thinks that you being able to play the piano is very cool, and with her musical talent she definitely asks you to play it for her as she makes up a song to go with the melody. With her by your side, you’ll get better at playing in no time as she’ll ask you to do this often!

She also loves your art and encourages you to pursue your hobby; if you don’t practice lots and learn to trust in your abilities when starting a new piece, it’ll be difficult to improve, but she’ll be encouraging you to do it every time you show her new art.

Rosie loves cooking, so she’ll definitely try to get you to cook together sometime, making the process more fun for you since you don’t absolutely love it. If you decline though, she’ll be happy to cook for you on her own...make sure to specify that you are not from Cannibal Town, though, or you might get served a plate of fingers!

Lastly, if there’s conflict between you and someone else, she’ll gladly try to solve it for you since you tend to avoid these situations. She’s the peace maker, with her you’ll find a peaceful way to get through it!

[olivereliocorcordium1983]

Killing Stalking Thoughts

Today I finished reading Killing Stalking for the second time since the first time I ever read it in college when I was a freshman.

The first time that I ever read killing stalking was when I was a freshman in college and loved it despite the gruesome subject matter of abuse, childhood trauma, and the pure toxicity of the relationship between these two characters. But I truly did not understand completely, yet I couldn’t put it down, even when I wanted to put it down and walk away I couldn’t completely. 

Now that I am in my 30s and can fully understand everything, I decided to pick back up again and read it for a second time. And I have to say that both Sangwoo and Yoon bum deserved so much better than what they got as children and being abused by the people who said they loved them. Is heartbreaking to me, it is something that I personally can relate to but not to the extremes that these two had gone through. 

The thing that made it hard to read was the multitude of emotions I felt during reading this story. The pain, the sadness, the intense anger of Sangwoo, and the tears, anxiety and fear of Yoon Bum. During the entire time it was like a rollercoaster going up and down, just as it was when I read call me by your name for the very first time. 

I personally love crime stories I am pretty sure that's obvious by now given the few fanfics I've done. But going back through it, I realized a lot more than I thought the first time.

so Spoiler warning for those who wish to read it. I say do so with caution and if you are easily triggered by any of the subjects that is involved with the Manwah then don't read it at all for your own mental health. if you cannot handle it.

1st- The ending pisses me off and tore me up the most because I do understand completely are aware that this relationship was not normal by any means and shouldn't be seen that way. However, I do not believe that what the people did to Bum with hiding the fact that they cremated Sangwoo without telling him. Much less allowing him to see him one last time.

I am not okay with that at all, he should have been able to have the closure he wanted. He should have at least been able to give Sangwoo that ring he was wanting to give him. Even if it meant that he was moving on with his life and possibly towards better things.

2nd- Everything that Yoon Bum went through made me want to hug this poor guy. I literally thought that no one would give this guy any type of kindness. Along with Sangwoo.

Yes, I realize that he is a shitty guy and does horrible shit, I am not saying I agree with the things that he did to everyone. In fact, I believe that the way he died, was in some way due to my sense of humor comedic justice with the old lady "shutting him up" because he was being too loud and wouldn't shut up. X'D

At the same time It does break my heart since Bum was one of the people in his life to show him any kind of kindness. And the fact that both of them, were calling out each other's names was sad.

3. The parents should all be smacked in the heads and have child protective services called on all their asses. speaking of parent, I want to know how in the world that Sangwoo's mom could look as she does being dead for 4 to 5 years!!!!! you think being in that wall all that time, she would be a skeleton!

anyway, those people should have never been allowed to be parents much less gradians. The part where Sangwoo kills Bum's uncle, I had a moment of daja vu when Keller kills most of Schillinger's men who went after Beecher's family. and the whole "Don't you see I did what I did out of love?" though the uncle deserved it in my personal opinion the piece of garbage! I digress.

4. I do believe in my heart that Sangwoo and Yoon Bum would have been good together. Hear me out! IF they would have gotten their shit together and gone to therapy respectively and worked through their own childhood traumas and other issues that was going on with them.

why? Because in their own fucked up way they understood each other very well.

Koogi explains that she put the song "Killing me softly" in the story because she heard it and love it! While in the story itself Sangwoo hates the song.

But by looking at the lyrics myself it does make sense to me that it could be told from Bum's perspective and his infatuation/ trauma bonding with Sangwoo.

We might describe ‘Killing Me Softly’ as a bittersweet song about a number of opposites: the softness of Don McLean’s vocal delivery versus the power of what he is singing; and the way he appears to ‘get’ the woman, to understand her pain and her experiences, and yet he doesn’t even know she exists.

After all, towards the end of the song, he appears to look right through her, because to him, she’s just another face in the crowd. He appears to understand her, personally, but the singer of ‘Killing Me Softly’ has mistaken a universal emotion for a private feeling.

They understand one another because they have a shared trauma and talk about their traumas together.

5. Something else I tended to notice that I didn't the first time I read it was the fact that Yoon Bum was watching The Fantastic Mr. Fox. A movie which I personally have watched and loved it! so I thought that was really cool!

6. The "tender moments" the moments between Sangwoo and Yoon Bum, where he is being nice to him, taking care of him, tending to his wounds and all that. I realize was manipulation tactics for Yoon Bum to stay with Sangwoo. This part messed me up, because I found those moments to be very sweet, while at the same time I had to remind myself, "this is toxic, he is using him for his own gratification." which is also very heartbreaking to me.

Sangwoo and Bum's relationship reminds me a lot of Beecher and Keller's relationship from OZ. On many many levels which is crazy because I love those actors who play those very messed up characters as well.

However, when it comes to Yoon Bum and Sangwoo, I know there are many people who ship this two together. But, without dumping on anyone, I personally do not ship them together because I see Killing Stalking for what it really is and what it was meant to be in the beginning.

Which is a cautionary tale of what can happen when mental illness and trauma of any kind does not get resolved and worked through by going to therapy and working on yourself. And I do hope that someday, Koogi gets her dream of having Killing Stalking become an animated series or something of that nature. I would definitely watch it for that reason, the person who was in the middle of animating it stopped due to not having enough funds which kills me! Because the animation was AMAZING!

So with the story ending as it did, I think at some point down the line I will be writing, playing with these two characters. In a fanfiction, that is going to heavily deviate from the toxicity and try my hand at what I think their relationship would look like if they actually got their shit together and seeing what a healthy relationship with these two would look like and how they navigate through the mess that happened between them.

I not sure how this will be done yet, but the idea is been floating around in my head for a while since reading this story. So if you want to read it when I start doing this then you are more than welcome to.

If not thats cool too either way, this story will be written because I do believe these two deserve a much better ending. However, they did promise each other that if one of them was to die, the other would follow suit.

so do I believe that Bum is dead? well, that remains to be seen we shall never know from the manga. But part of me doesn't want to believe that he is but, with how lost Bum looked and felt another part of me thinks he kept the promise.

I also realize that there is foreshadowing of what would happen to Bum during the taxi ride to the hospital when the driver tells him,

"Standing in the middle of the road like that is just asking for an accident."

That's just my thoughts on this crazy, amazing story. Do I recommend it? YES. 100000% for only those who enjoy a good psychological thriller story. it is worth the read.

[assuntobts]

🪖 During Military Service: When Idols Become Soldiers — JUNGKOOK [Part 2 7/7] (EN)

🪖 Jeon Jungkook — The Quiet Strength of a Soldier Who Served with Humility

📍 The Youngest, Yet the Same Duty

On December 12, 2023, Jeon Jungkook — the youngest member of BTS — enlisted for South Korea’s mandatory military service, alongside Park Jimin. Both were assigned to the 5th Mechanized Infantry Division, an elite unit located in Yeoncheon, near the border with North Korea.

At 26 years, 3 months, and 11 days old, Jungkook became the youngest idol in history to enlist — surpassing figures like Taemin, Zico, and Seungri, according to military registration rankings.

Known as the “Golden Maknae,” Jungkook entered the army like any other Korean youth — no status, no cameras, no exceptions. What emerged from there was not the global superstar, but a silent soldier who carried his duties with firmness and humility.

🏔️ The 5th Division: Discipline, Routine, and Silence

During his service, Jungkook faced one of the most demanding routines in the Korean Armed Forces:

Physical training under extreme temperatures;

Patrols in mountainous terrain and border zones;

Fast meals, timed showers, and no outside contact;

Rotating administrative and logistical duties.

Despite his global fame, Jungkook integrated like any other recruit: taking orders, following schedules, respecting hierarchy, and living in anonymity.

🍳 Military Kitchen: Where Service Becomes Literal

Jungkook was assigned as a 조리병 (Joribyeong) or 취사병 (Chwisabyeong) — military cooking roles. This is one of the most demanding positions on base:

Waking up before everyone else, even on weekends;

Preparing meals for hundreds of soldiers;

Working intense shifts with few breaks;

Washing dishes, floors, walls, and even ceilings;

Cooking indoors or outdoors under extreme conditions.

“I cooked a lot... I even cleaned the ceiling. Literally!” — Jungkook shared with humor in a post-discharge livestream.

The 5th Division, where he and Jimin served, includes mechanized artillery units, which involve complex logistics — including field catering.

🧍‍♂️ A Soldier Without Medals, but Without Fault

Unlike Park Jimin — who received honors like Elite Soldier and the Army Bravery Award — Jungkook was not formally decorated. This wasn’t due to lack of merit, but rather institutional criteria.

⚠️ Tattoos and Military Regulations

The South Korean military enforces strict restrictions on visible tattoos, limiting access to certain roles and awards. Jungkook, with numerous permanent tattoos, was ineligible for formal recognition.

“The absence of medals doesn’t erase his discipline. It only reinforces the value of serving with humility — even when no one is applauding.”

🤝 Respected in Silence

Fellow soldiers nicknamed him “조용한 형” (Jo-yong-han hyung) — The Quiet Hyung. Reserved, respectful, and calm. One soldier shared:

“Even when tired, he helped the younger ones get ready for the day. He shared blankets, taught them how to wear their uniforms… All quietly.”

Another recently discharged soldier shared photos of autographs and doodles Jungkook left on his guitar and uniform:

✍🏼 Jungkook drew stars, hearts, and a smiling face.

His nickname — and these gestures — speak to his silent but nurturing presence.

🏋🏻 Training, Companions, and Quiet Strength

Throughout service, Jungkook was seen training at the base gym with Kim Taehyung (V) and actor Song Kang. Bodybuilder Choi Han-jin remarked:

“With calm but firm energy, Jungkook showed focus and sincerity in every aspect of training.”

Even without fanfare, he maintained physical discipline and a spirit of perseverance.

💪 Body and Spirit: Visible Changes

After his return, fans noticed:

A more defined physique;

A more focused gaze;

A more composed demeanor.

Jungkook came back with a new posture — more mature, calmer — like someone who had learned to restrain his own impulses in the name of a greater duty.

💜 Public Recognition

His conduct didn’t go unnoticed. Sports Kyunghyang wrote:

“Jungkook is the embodiment of the silent soldier. He honored the uniform like any young Korean man.”

Celebrities like Taeyang (BIGBANG) and Baekhyun (EXO) publicly mentioned Jungkook as an example of dignity during enlistment.

💭 A Quiet Way to Grow

“Being away from the stage reminded me why I started. But I also learned how to live in silence.” — Jungkook, post-discharge.

Fellow soldiers reported that he would sing in his sleep:

“We’d wake up to him creating melodies… It was beautiful and funny at the same time.”

Even in uniform, Jungkook never stopped being an artist. His art lived on — even in dreams.

🩺 Health and Ongoing Treatment

During and after service, Jungkook required medical attention for:

Intestinal issues, treated with antibiotics;

Skin sensitivity, worsened by the base's food and climate.

“I can’t drink. I’ve been on medication since the army.” — he shared in a livestream with RM and Taehyung.

He cared for his body quietly, without seeking attention for his struggles.

💬 A Gentle Return

After his discharge, Jungkook returned discreetly — simple visuals, a calm gaze. During BTS FESTA 2024, he moved fans by saying:

“I thought about singing again every day… But I knew I had to fulfill my duty responsibly.”

Since then, he has taken part in BTS group meetings. Their comeback is scheduled for the second half of 2025.

After his discharge, Jungkook surprised fans by creating a new Instagram account, separate from the previous one that had been deactivated at the end of 2023. The new account was quietly opened in January 2025, without any official announcement — and only came to light when he joined a livestream with Taehyung (V), during which Namjoon (RM) also appeared spontaneously in the comments.

This natural reappearance — unhurried and free from promotional strategy — was warmly welcomed by fans. Through Instagram and Weverse lives, Jungkook showed that he is reconnecting with the public slowly — in his own time, in his own way, and with the same affection as always.

“I missed you… But I wanted to come back calmly.” — Jungkook, in one of his livestreams

🗣️ ARMY’s Response: Silent Pride

Even far from cameras, Jungkook never left ARMY’s heart. Fans shared tributes across platforms:

“Our pride.”

“He served with dignity.”

“No medals, but his light never dimmed.”

One fanclub summed it up:

“You may have served away from the cameras, but you were never far from our hearts.”

🌱 The Soldier and the Artist: A Dual Journey

Jungkook proved it’s possible to serve without losing your essence. He washed floors, cooked meals, helped comrades, wore the uniform. But his light — as always — remained lit. Quiet, yet constant.

📦 Service Profile — Jeon Jungkook in the Military

Full Name: Jeon Jungkook (전정국)

Enlistment Date: December 12, 2023

Age at Enlistment : 26 years, 3 months, 11 days

Unit: 5th Mechanized Infantry Division, Yeoncheon

Service Type: Active Duty (Infantry + Artillery)

Assigned Role : Cook Soldier (조리병 / 취사병)

Promotions: Private → Private First Class → Corporal → Sergeant

Decorations : None officially registered

Nickname from Peers: b“조용한 형” (The Quiet Hyung)

Medical: Treatment Intestinal antibiotics, skin sensitivity

Public Reappearance: Livestreams, BTS FESTA 2024, group meetings,

Expected: Return BTS comeback in the second half of 2025

✅ The Greatness of Silence

He wasn’t a military headline.

Didn’t earn medals.

But he carried lunch trays, cleaned floors, woke up in the cold, swallowed homesickness — and stood tall, in silence.

This was Jeon Jungkook’s service.

The soldier who didn’t need a stage to show strength.

Because true greatness… often lives in silence.

✍🏼 Published by: Special Team | BTS & Military Service Archive

📚 Sources: South Korea Ministry of Defense, Weverse, StarNews Korea, Sports Kyunghyang, anonymous soldier accounts, BTS livestreams, TikTok @Mr.Jeongguk, Telegram fansubs, Instagram @bigchoi, Nighttater1201.

[a-lucky-clover]

The 100 Reasons

Why I Love You?

1. let’s start with the most obvious reason: you exist! that’s it. you being here, breathing, blinking, and being your usual adorable self is already a valid reason.

2. you’re so ridiculously kind. like, painfully kind. i bet you could see a stray leaf on the sidewalk and you’d probably be like, “oh no, little guy, you okay?”

3. you’re my #1 hype man. i could say the dumbest thing ever, and you’d still look at me like i just discovered gravity. but go on!

4. you’re a little bit of a weirdo. and i say this with the highest level of affection. sometimes you say the most random things, and i just look at you like, “HAH?” but it makes life so much fun!

5. you let me be a weirdo too. i could be acting like an absolute fool, making the most atrocious dad jokes, and you just look at me like i’m the best thing ever. peak love.

6. i love doing literally anything with you! it doesn’t even matter what it is, as long as it’s with you.

7. you have such a good heart. you care so much about the people around you, even when they don’t deserve it. you just keep being good, even when the world is bad. i admire that so much.

8. your hugs. YOUR HUGS. what kind of magic do you put in them? they’re just so perfect. that’s why i’m always asking for cuddles. hehe.

9. you’re actually really funny! sometimes i laugh so hard i start crying. (fr)

10. but sometimes you’re funny without trying, and that’s even better. you’ll say something completely serious, but it comes out so unhinged that i lose it.

11. you’re patient with me. even when i’m being stubborn. even when i’m being ridiculous. even when i’m throwing a tiny tantrum over something dumb. i love you for it!

12. you support my weird interests. i could be ranting about the most niche, specific thing, and you’ll just nodding and showing interest askjdkjsdkj.

13. your texting habits. sometimes you text like a 40-year-old dad and other times it’s just chaotic emojis and keyboard smashes. it’s the duality for me.

14. the way you type when you’re all sleepy and groggy? top-tier. the random typos, the missing letters, sdksdhkshkj adorable.

15. you give the best compliments and they’re always so genuine!!

16. you take care of me. the way you always make sure i ate, like, you’ll acting like my personal nutritionist. “what did you eat today?” “that’s not enough, eat more.” “drink water too.” are you mama Jeon????? BUT I LOVE IT.

17. you’re my safe place. even on my worst days, just seeing your name pop up on my phone makes everything feel better.

18. you say “i love you” in the cutest ways. sometimes it’s soft and serious, sometimes it’s playful, sometimes you just randomly blurt it out like you can’t hold it in. every single time, it makes my heart do backflips hshhsjah.

19. you make me feel loved. every single day. in a million little ways!!

20. your random “i miss you” texts. EXCUSE ME? do you even realize how dangerous those are? i have to pause everything and go stare at a wall to process my emotions.

21. the way you send me memes and GIFs that are so specific to my humor. MEMES AND GIFS that make me wheeze, that make me question your entire search history. i love that you just know what will make me laugh.

22. the way you always find a way to be there for me. i could be having the worst day, and somehow, you still manage to comfort me with just your words. magic. absolute magic.

23. yep, you’re so good at making me feel better. sometimes i don’t even have to say i’m upset. you just KNOW.

24. you remember the tiniest details from our conversations. i’ll mention something once in passing, and then two weeks later, you’ll bring it up like it was the most important thing ever. hey, is there a secret “things my loser gf says” document somewhere?

25. the way you get jealous is lowkey hilarious. like you try to be subtle, but suddenly your texts get all dramatic. IT’S CUTE YOU KNOW IT.

26. you somehow make time for me even when you’re busy. you’ll be drowning in housework and other work, but you’ll still text me little updates just so i don’t feel ignored. top-tier boyfriend behavior.

27. your good morning and good night texts! you start and end my day with your words. that’s actually so romantic if you think about it.

28. you could just say “i love you” in three words, but no, you sometimes go FULL POET MODE, and i’m just clutching my phone like it’s a love letter from the 1800s.

29. when you send me pictures of random things because they remind you of me. IT COULD BE LITERALLY ANYTHING. but it doesn’t matter. it’s the thought that counts!

30. your dramatic reactions when i call you cute. you’re always in denial!! JUST ACCEPT IT. YOU’RE ADORABLE. KAMU GEMES, LUCU, IMUT.

31. you always want to know about my day. even the boring parts. even the “i did nothing all day” parts. you still wanna hear every detail. and that’s love.

32. you let me spam you with nonsense. sometimes i send you 30 texts in a row, and instead of being annoyed, you actually respond to all of them. my kind of person.

33. the way you use my name in texts. sometimes soft and sweet, sometimes in all caps like you’re yelling at me. both are adorable.

34. you never make me feel annoying for needing reassurance. sometimes i’m just like, “you don’t love me anymore?” and instead of being like “i love you,” you go on a whole rant about WHY you love me. sobbing.

35. you send me stuff just to make me laugh. you literally go out of your way to make me happy. how am i NOT supposed to be obsessed with you??

36. your protective energy. i can FEEL you being all “who hurt you? i’ll fight them.”

37. you make every conversation feel special. doesn’t matter what we’re talking about, it always feels like the best part of my day.

38. your brain is just. yeah. sometimes i wonder what’s going on in there. love that weird little mind of yours.

39. you give me a reason to look forward to every day!!!

40. you give me so much peace while also causing absolute butterflies in my stomach.

41. you make love feel easy.

42. you’re my person. and i wouldn’t trade you for anything.

43. you make me feel like the luckiest person in the world. because i am.

44. you text me like you actually enjoy talking to me. you don’t just send dry text, you actually respond with full thoughts, jokes, and little inside references. the BARE MINIMUM IS IN HELL, and you’re being a whole novel-writer.

45. when you use pet names for me in texts. you could just call me by my name, but no, you choose the softest, cutest, most embarrassing ones. (sometimes hsjahshjs)

46. the way you match my energy. if i send an unhinged text, you send an even crazier one back. if i get all soft and romantic, you turn into a full poet. it’s like texting a soulmate.

47. you never make me feel like i’m too much!

48. you’re the first person i wanna text when something happens. good news? you. bad news? you. saw a weird cat on the street? YOU.

49. you send me inside jokes randomly, even weeks after they happened. like, out of nowhere, you’ll just reference something we laughed about, and i love that our conversations never truly die.

50. your responses when i tease you. hehe.

51. you make texting feel fun. it never feels like a chore with you. i actually get EXCITED to open my messages because i know you’ll be there, making me laugh or making me melt.

52. you make the most boring days feel special just by being there.

53. you make the distance between us feel smaller.

54. you never half-ass anything. even your casual texts feel like masterpieces sometimes.

55. you’re like comfort food in human form, except calorie-free and available 24/7.

56. you’re the human version of a “you made it through today” gold star sticker!

57. also, your playlists is sooo good. every song feels like it’s handpicked for the soul. (when i listened to Zeno) i love your recommendations.

58. you said you’re not perfect, and that makes you even more lovable. because you’re real, and raw, and still wonderful.

59. you’ve mastered the art of sending 0.0001% effort things that somehow feel like 1000% love. how dare you.

60. mhm, you don’t always have to try hard, and yet you still make me feel special.

61. you’ve got this mysterious talent of making time feel weird. have we been talking for five minutes or five hours?? time distortion activated.

62. your inner child shows up sometimes and it’s the most precious thing ever. protect at all costs.

63. your brain is a museum of niche knowledge. i’d pay admission just to walk through it!

64. your sense of loyalty runs deeper than you let on. it’s one of the most admirable things about you.

65. your reactions to cute things are actually cuter than the cute thing itself. full circle of cuteness!!!!!!!!!!!!

66. bet the universe was having a chaotic-good day when it made you. “let’s make someone who feels like 3 AM and a warm hoodie.”

67. do you know that your imagination is wildly beautiful? hearing your ideas sometimes feels like stepping into your very own universe.

68. the way your personality has layers, like every time i learn something new about you, it adds a new favorite color to the palette.

69. you’ve got this really precious trait where you’re always open to learning new things, and i think that’s so inspiring. i hope you never stop being brave enough to try!

70. how you always try to be there for me like watching random shows, random movies together, or playing some games together. you don’t even care what it is!

71. you have this soft way of always going along with the silly things i want. that makes me want to be more careful and gentle with you! i promise to never drag you into anything sketchy or anything that’ll get us arrested hehe.

72. you’re always so considerate to the point where you refuse to inconvenience me, even when you know i wouldn’t mind one bit. heyyyyy?? i love doing things for you.

73. every time we’re doing plot stuff, i swear you make it feel so real like we’re actually side by side. can we just skip to the part where we live together already?

74. you always know exactly how to make me moan like crazy, especially when you’re hitting just the right spots and i’m completely losing it. and the way i get all desperate to say your name but literally can’t because you’re way too big and deep? you know what you’re doing. keselek gak bacanya?

75. the way you sometimes ramble about something you’re passionate about, it’s like watching stars light up.

76. you always manage to say things in a way that makes my brain go “wait. that makes sense now.” you’re my favorite perspective shift.

77. you respect feelings, not just mine but your own too, and that’s such a powerful thing to witness.

78. you’re not afraid to show softness, which makes you stronger than most people realize.

79. you’re never boring. like ever. even when nothing is happening, your presence is its own kind of entertainment!!

80. your heart is a beautiful garden, and i’m just grateful to be allowed to visit.

81. you have this way of making even waiting feel worth it. time itself slows down for us.

82. the more i get to know you, the more i realize there’s no bottom to this ocean. you’re endless in the best way.

83. you somehow always make me feel included, like i belong in your little corner of the universe.

84. you’ve become my favorite habit, one i never want to break.

85. you challenge me without making me feel small. you grow with me, not away from me.

86. you’ve given me a whole new language for love.

87. you give me hope that some people are just naturally good.

88. and you give me reasons to smile even on the days i forget how to!

89. the way you’ve helped me create a version of love that fits us instead of copying others.

90. you’ve made my heart feel less like a fragile thing and more like a place you’ve helped build.

91. you make me feel like i matter, even when i don’t feel like i do.

92. you bring out a gentler version of me. one that feels safe enough to exist.

93. the connection we have feels like a well-worn book i never want to finish reading. :3

94. also, being around you feels like rereading a favorite book and noticing something new each time!

95. sayang, there’s a deep, quiet strength in you that i admire so much. it doesn’t shout, but it’s always there.

96. your emotions are valid and vibrant and real, and it’s inspiring to see you navigate them with honesty.

97. there’s a comfort in knowing you’re out there, somewhere, living your life and still choosing to share it with me.

98. you’re the glitch in my matrix, the unexpected line in my script, the twist in my plot.. and i wouldn’t have it any other way.

99. even if i had to explain 100 more reasons, i still wouldn’t be able to capture how much i love you.

100. i just love you. for all the big reasons, all the little reasons, and all the reasons i can’t even put into words. you’re my favorite thing. ever.

[ggitty]

(JN anon) Most likely, they loved doing stuff in the background both in the movie and the show. (It took me multiple rewatches to notice that the ice cream cone kid Jimmy nearly scooters into is in a later scene hanging off the side of the Candy Bar when Jimmy arrives to it.)

It's a very short one-scene-wonder. There are bigger oddities about that game. xD

Complete with a giant transparent brain, because we have to be on the nose as possible. :P

And he's literally just a giant white-haired Jimmy with a goatee and "devil horns". (Better yet, they all fight for control of the body and it ends when them beating themselves up.)

I knew I heard that name before. Neat!

Wouldn't be shocked if the Jetsons was another inspiration, we know Star Wars and Star Trek certainly were.

Archiving is such an underappreciated job, but it's a very important one. There's so stuff out there you wouldn't have thought existed, but it was a real thing!

I just want something more concrete so we know whether to start setting expectations or if we're left dry again.

I've also read that Keith wished he could have done more musical stuff with the show. But y'know, limitations and time.

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(For the other ask)

That or having shaved sides. It's either him or Jimmy that's getting the mullet when they're older.

I had just managed to find it right after I sent the ask. xD

True. And with that, it's cool that Judy managed to avoid most "sexy mom" tropes. (Dexter's Lab is a little wild looking back, but that's par for the course with a lot of 90's stuff.)

Yeah, I've seen the stuff that came out from just Spongebob alone. Wild that someone found NSFW in the data discs of PS1 Spongebob games.

Oooh, and what would that be~?

(Sorry for the wait, as promised: Since posting links is a tight-rope walk, I'm just gonna say search "Jimmy Neutron Heritage Auctions" and "Jimmy Neutron Worthpoint". Also "Jimmy Neutron Dora mascots", have fun!)

Hey, sorry it took me so long to reply! (literally a month damn)

I don't know exactly why it happened, I just couldn't write a proper answer for a long time (I wrote it and then deleted it probably 3 times just because I didn't like the way I answered, it just didn't feel right, and it pissed me off) And, when I was going to do it last week, I accidentally saw that the Nicktoons united fandom was having an event on tumblr I felt kind of redundant with my solo JN yapping, so I decided to wait until they were done lol

ANY WAY!!

Yes probably, I mean whole game is such a dream and I honestly love it lol I just wish that back in my childhood, I don't get lost in game and actuality got to the ending. The ending would be such a memory to have, especially considering that I have like 0 sens of humor back in a day's, and my reaction would be so fun to remember now lol

YES, and it made me laugh more than I should lol

NO BUT THIS IS SUCH A CANON It's honestly harder to see universe in with they did not beat themselves up lol

Oh definitely! I forever respect people that archives, preserve and even recreate old stuff that otherwise be lost! Site's like Internet Archive are like a version Library of Alexandria of our time and I forever cherish people who preserve all this small random stuff for us to see! Recently, I even started making my own copies, albeit very basic ones, of small fan sites that I care about. Like, even if it's not much, it will still be something if anything happens to these sites lol (I really hope it doesn't happen, but sometimes I just get anxious lol) Oh yes, definitely! I'm not even trying to start sets some expectations before I hear some real conformation that we actually gonna get something And yes, especially considering reputation that original get for its visual years later But also, I mean, I think that people REALLY overreacted to Shrek 5 teaser in all ways possible lol (and they also forgot the Puss in boots TLW asmr teaser, but I don't)

And I agree that this its either september or january, from all the spots. But I would aim towards september, because november is a really hot spot for release a big projects and december is a spot for a “dead titles”, because they are completely overshadowed by big release (and after like 2 weeks they are sent to die into a streaming limbo) (btw still have no idea who decide that life action Rugrats is a good idea. did life action FoP teach us nothing as a society)

MAN, ITS REMINDED ME HOW MUCH MUSICAL NUMBERS THEIR ARE IN THE SHOW Like, I remember re-watching the show and realizing how much of these random musical numbers are in it lol Now I know who is responsible for that lol -----------------

And then he is proceeding to just shaved sides but doesn't trim the whole length, and he's get one of shaved sides and mullet lol If I had a dollar for each time that world makes me think about Jimmy thigh a mullet, I'd have 2. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice Yes, defiantly. They know their boundaries enough so it doesn't become here defiant feature in the show (also yes, looking beck some stuff was there not just for a simple artistic expression)

Ahamha I look it up and I just so curious to why to put it in the game files lol I remember something that sometimes artist and animators back in days add some stuff as a joke/tradition (before rise of VHS tapes where you can pause in any frame to look at it) So its like was here for people who know, but others didn't notice it lol With the rise of VHS it was replaced by other blink you miss type of moments that you supposed to find if you're observant enough. Maybe this was something like this in their minds, like you defiantly can't and wasn't supposed to see it in game, just in a game files lol

And don't you worry about the fact that you can't post link! It honestly makes this only more fun for me, because I can get sidetrack in google images and found more of this lol Also, mascots is such a meme icon that it haunts almost any JN video hnanhf

BTW Funko Jimmy, Carl and Sheen official exist (as well as the hunted ai generated image based of Sheens funko that is tbh is atrociously hilarious)

[sabsturned]

ABOUT ME!! 🎀

NAME: hi!! my name is sabrina, but my close friends call me sab, and you’re all my close friends 🩷🩷

AGE: i’m eighteen years old and i still don’t know how to drive a car

GENDER: i’m a female and i use she/her pronouns :)

BIRTHDAY: june 24th 2006 (and i’m a cancer!)

🎀 i also love pink and bows as you can tell!! 🎀

HOBBIES!! 🎀

WRITING: i really enjoy writing and have ever since i was young. when we wrote essays in ela class i went all out because i just loved shit like that

CROCHETING: i first self-taught myself how to crochet when i was like seven or eight, and started doing it again when i was ten. now i crochet gifts for my friends birthdays, for christmas, and i also make myself clothes a lot

VOLLEYBALL: volleyball was just always my go-to sport and i still love it now. i love going to the beach and playing beach volleyball

NAILS: i also really enjoy doing gel and acrylic nails on people. obviously getting your nails done is kind of expensive, so i just learned how to do it myself and now i do my own nails and my friends nails for free. i also do nail services for random people and that’s where most of my money comes from.

SINGING: don’t really know if it counts as a hobby but i absolutely love love love singing. i’m constantly singing around the house. i also did musical theatre in high school and i was in drama club in middle school. my favorite role i played was regina george when i was 15. i also just have a passion for theatre and musicals.

MUSIC TASTE!! 🎀

i have very generic white girl music taste, so it’s not really anything special lol

TOP ARTISTS (NOT IN ORDER): taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, kesha, melanie martinez, billie eilish, ariana grande, madison beer, chappell roan, doja cat, megan thee stallion, rihanna, katy perry, macklemore

TOP SONGS - JULY 24TH 2024 (IN ORDER)

1. joyride - kesha

2. femininomenom - chappell roan

3. you need to calm down - taylor swift

4. hope ur ok - olivia rodrigo

5. all american bitch - olivia rodrigo

CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO: kesha, billie eilish, olivia rodrigo, melanie martinez, taylor swift, sabrina carpenter

i absolutely love concerts. i think they are so fun and i enjoy them sooo much.

STUFF I WATCH!! 🎀

FAV SHOWS: grey’s anatomy, victorious, sam and cat, icarly, stranger things, creeped out, jessie, heart stopper, never have i ever, sofia the first (hey don’t judge)

FAV MOVIES: fear street part one, fear street part two, jumanji, jumanji : the next level, legally blonde, ten things i hate about you, inside out two, mean girls (2024), sleepover

FAV YOUTUBERS: sturniolo triplets, brittany broski, quenlin blackwell, larray, kamryn cain (check her out she’s so underrated), flamingo, avascreams, caseoh

give me show and movie recs!! i always need them

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE STURNIOLO’S!! 🎀

WHEN DID YOU FIRST START WATCHING THE TRIPLETS: late 2022!

ARE YOU A NICK, MATT, OR CHRIS GIRL: chris girl all the way no doubt about it

FAVORITE YOUTUBE VIDEO: we filmed this video as bros….

FAVORITE CHALLENGE: disgusting food roulette *matt almost throws up*

FAVORITE VLOG: nick gets his wisdom teeth removed!!

FAVORITE FRIENDSHIP: madison 🩷🩷

FAVORITE MERCH/BRAND: space camp

WHAT WAS THE FIRST VIDEO YOU SAW: sturniolo zombie apocalypse survival guide

HAVE YOU EVER MET THEM: nope, and i don’t plan to or rlly want to because i feel like i would be way too awkward 😭😭

WHY DO YOU LIKE THE TRIPLETS: a lot of it is their humor and the fact that they make me laugh more than literally anybody in this entire world, but i also just love watching them live life and hang out with their friends. i find joy in seeing other people happy, and seeing them live happily like this makes me happier than ever. i love vlogs and watching them have fun. their bond together is also unmatched. they love each other so much and it’s so clear to see that, and i just love it. i also just feel so safe when i watch them. i feel like i would trust them with my life. they’re the only grown men that don’t absolutely terrify me 🩷

thanks for reading!! with love, sabrina 🤍🎀

[cj-the-himbo]

NEW INTRO POST RAHHH

HELLO

My name’s Christopher Jethro, but everyone calls me CJ! I’m 21 years old and I do the art some of the time. I am of Celtic descent, that being Irish and Welsh, and I unfortunately live in the states BUT I plan to move to Amsterdam once I graduate from college :3

Pronouns >:3

- He/him/his/himself

- They/them/theirs/themself

- She/her/hers/herself

- Yip/yips/yipself

- Plant/plants/plantself

- Fern/ferns/fernself

- 🌿/🌿s/🌿self

- ☘️/☘️s/☘️self

- 🌱/🌱s/🌱self

- 🐞/🐞s/🐞self

- 🐜/🐜s/🐜self

- 🍃/🍃s/🍃self

- 🪴/🪴s/🪴self

I am professionally diagnosed with autism, and highly suspect that I may have ADHD, as well as PCOS and an iron deficiency(yayyy)

I hoard xenogenders!! I currently have 200+ and I will definitely add more in the future. I’m a gender anarchist as well, DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT! As an umbrella term I refer to myself as genderqueer, and my sexuality is unlabeled, which I’m proud of but that also means I have the ugliest pride flag EVER.

MOVING ON.

RELIGION

Technically I’m agnostic, but I am on the cusp between learning and practicing witchcraft while analyzing the FUCK out of the Bible. I partake in Pagan rituals like the Sabbats and still maintain my Book of Shadows mainly because it’s my heritage. But again, technically agnostic, because while I have doubts about the existence of a literal, sentient higher power I still feel like there’s definitely something going on. I still fw Abrahamic Mythology tho bc special interest go brrr

FANDOMS RAHHHH

I POST SUPER 4. KIND OF A LOT. In fact most of my followers followed me because of that. BUT I ALSO DABBLE IN OTHERS AND I WILL NOT REMEMBER THEM ALL IF I LIST THEM BUT JUST TO LIST A FEW:

- Sweet Tooth on Netflix(SEVERELY UNDERRATED)

- TMNT (specifically 2012 but i do dabble in Rise a bit too)

- Arcane

- Dead End: Paranormal Park

- RWBY

- FNAF

- Steven Universe

- TOH

- Hellaverse I guess!

- TADC

- Starkid

- MLP

- Good Omens(FUCK NEIL GAIMAN)

- OTHERS I’M PROBABLY FORGETTING BUT WILL ADD AS THEY COME TO ME

BYF

- I AM A QUEER INCLUSIONIST AND GENDER ANARCHIST, WHICH MEANS I SUPPORT LESBOYS, MSPEC LESBIANS, XENOGENDERS AND OTHER “CONTRADICTORY/UNCONVENTIONAL” IDENTITIES. THAT IS THE WHOLE POINT OF BEING QUEER.

- I am a kemenomimi, which is part of the furry community. As such, I support furries as well.

- On that note I also support Therians and Otherkin! You guys are freaking cool!

- I do not have DID, but my history as a transmed has made me extremely against gatekeeping or fakeclaiming of any kind unless there is undeniable proof. As such, I support ALL system types. This is a safe space for endos!

- I SUPPORT A FREE PALESTINE. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉 I WILL NEVER STOP.

DNI

- Basic criteria: Racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, xenophobic, islamophobic, antisemetic, Zionist, etc

- TERFs, SWERFs, transmeds, or any exclusionary activism. This means exclusionary queers too.

- Swifties.

- Anyone under 15, 16-18 is THIN ICE.

SOMETHING SOMETHING SEGUE

If you want a good idea of my sense of humor just look at MoistCritikal, Technoblade(rip), John Mulaney & Bo Burnam

OK BYE ENJOY THE VERY NOT WELL PUT TOGETHER BLOG

OTHER SOCIALS

TikTok: @christopher_jethro and @cjs_mogai_stash

Insta: @cj_is_very_handsome

Airbuds(shows u what music I’m listening to n stuff :P): @cj.2004

[morg-among-the-stars]

An In-Depth Letter to Middle School Morgan, letting her rest and heal <3

Hey Morgan,

I hope this letter reaches you well. This is you from the future. I’m nineteen years old and quite happy with my life. I’m not “old and wise” but I know more than you do, but you understand that. You’re a smart for eleven, you’re a smart kid no matter what anyone tells you.

You’re the oldest, you don’t have a big sister to give you advice and tell you things, so I’m going to be your big sister in a way, and tell you some things about your life.

First off, I know autism is a big and terrifying word to you right now. Regretfully, the teasing because of it still happens as you get older, but it becomes manageable. You become quite tough, learn how to fight back the right way. You talk non-stop and that helps with come backs. You also have a partner who likes when you talk.

I should get into that, shouldn’t I? I bet you’re curious. Surprise! You don’t end up alone! Hurray! You have a girlfriend who’s kind and tries their hardest to understand you, understand your ramblings or general thoughts. Your mind is rampant now and it will stay like that forever, it’s a gift. People do love it, even if you don’t think so now. Said girlfriend even asks you to elaborate on your thoughts and to give more thoughts. Pretty cool, right? (Oh, I should mention that today, 1/10/23, is your eight-month anniversary! Your abundance of words comes in handy, guess who learns healthy communication. You!)

I do see the irony in an autistic person being good at communication. I know you’ll find it ironic as well as funny. Your sense of humor doesn’t change much as you grow.

But there is change, I know you’re scratching your head at my repeating of the word, “girlfriend.” Another surprise, you aren’t straight. Not getting all the hoo-pla about Team Edward vs Team Jacob back in third grade hopefully makes more sense. (Win for us lesbians, Kristen Stewart is queer! Your fondness of her has always been valid.) It will take time but your family accepts you and embraces you.

If we’re on the topic of queerness, you also end up a theatre kid. If you remember, (who am I kidding? We have the memory of a super-computer) mom watched a movie called, “Pitch Perfect” when you were young and during the end credits, you saw the name Ben Platt on screen and the picture of a man who wasn’t “sharp” as you classified most men and boys. Literally, he was less intimidating to look at. He becomes quite important to you. Thank him (in your mind, I’m nineteen and I haven’t met him or seen him live) for making music that helps you be okay with being queer.

Oh, and in 2019, he stars in a show called, “The Politician” and you become the unofficial ambassador for it! You become cool amongst other people who love Ben and his shows. But everyone who likes him is cool, you find cool people and friends. It’s awesome, truly, to find people who are nerds like you. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise: nerds, geeks, and oddballs are the coolest kinds of people!

Life will get hard, growing up will be hard, especially in the years that are coming for you. But trust me when I say that it gets better. Not just because of your cool nerd friends, or the girlfriend, or anything else. It gets better because you learn how to ask for help. Asking for help is hard as hell for you, but you seek out help.

It’s hard to let people in, I’m older and I still push people away or downplay myself, but you’ll work at it. You will, and you’ll be happier because of it.

You achieve a lot as you grow. You learn how to play guitar; you play in front off hundreds of people during school! You get into writing. It’ll be terrible at first, downright bad, but you’re a kid. You’ll get better and you’ll find an escape for when the world gets hectic around you. People like you. Teachers, friends, loads of people. People want to talk to you. You’re well loved as you grow.

To close out this letter, I’m going to give you a bulleted list of things to look forward to, to know, and general advice:

-Wait about two years and you’ll learn about an incredible game called, “Detroit: Become Human” and then wait another five and you’ll be able to play it.

-Don’t let people step on you; set boundaries.

-All your old special interests do come back around. It’s cool to have a Monster High collection again.

-High school is not like the movies, neither is college. Just do your work, please. Turn it in at a reasonable time.

-Don’t be afraid to push back against people who do you wrong.

-Be honest.

-Be kind.

-Give yourself slack sometimes.

-A few deep breaths helps you not to faint.

-Enjoy those Game Theories, MatPat retires eventually.

-Some people just want to stir up drama. As much as you want to fight them, please don’t. Let them be dumb.

-One bad day is just one bad day.

-Go outside.

-Don’t stay up too late on school nights.

-You are not ugly. Anyone who’s ever made you think that is wrong. They have always been wrong.

-You get to go to New York as a teenager. It’s epic.

-You get to try ziplining as a teenager, too!

-You’re beautiful.

-You are smart.

-I love you.

Sincerely,

Your friend, Morgan, from the future <3