#jjk queer

[justrustandstardust]

in the face of all the homophobic anons flooding my inbox, there’s one thing i want to make abundantly clear:

gojo and geto are queer-coded regardless of whether or not you understand their relationship to be romantic. all it takes is one (1) critical thought to understand that romance is a dimension of queerness; it does not constitute it. yes, people understand their connection in a romantic context because that is a facet of their queerness. even if you don’t recognize the romantic dimension of their relationship, that does not negate the fact that gojo and geto’s characters & connection are indisputably and intentionally queered already.

i’m not saying they’re not romantically involved— on the contrary, anyone with half a fucking braincell and the ability to conduct surface-level textual analysis would clock that facet of their dynamic. what i’m saying is that the romantic dimension of their relationship does not singlehandedly make them queer simply because it happens to align with popular understandings and depictions of queerness. romance is there, yes, but romance alone does not constitute their queerness: they are queer alongside and independently of the axis of romance.

you can think of romance as a conduit— it’s one expression of their queerness, like a branch extending from a tree. when we say they are queered, we are beseeching you to stop pointing to the branch and insisting it is the entire tree. to be queer is to be insurgent, vibrant, subversive, effervescent— the branches extend endlessly from the infinitely faceted treetrunk. romance is merely one amongst many; it alone does not bear the insignia of queerity.

queerness is not an imposition upon them, it constitutes every aspect of their characters. it’s in geto’s monstrous femininity, it’s in gojo’s mournfully joyous disposition, it’s in both of their roles as guardians of children and protectors of chosen groups. it’s in the intimacy of their connection, it’s in their joy and their grief, it’s in their devotion and their tragedy. it quite literally is who they are, with or without the dimension of romance.

when these pseudo-intellectuals defend them from being deemed queer, they’re defending them from THEIR limited conception of what it means to be queer. in accusing everyone of Turning Them Gay, they don’t realize the call is coming from inside the house and that everything they love about gojo and geto was queer to begin with— just not in the one-dimensional way they understand queerness to operate.

if they stopped guzzling the heteropatriarchal kool-aid, it would become apparent to anyone with basic critical thinking skills that the ones who are ruining their characters are not the people who recognize gojo and geto for who they are, but those who break off the branch to beat the tree.

[citizenmoe]

i made a little comic!!!!

[creepyashy]

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖..

my dear smut writers, are you running out of ideas or getting no requests? poor thing, heres a list to help!

“if you wanna cum so badly then get off on my shoe/thigh.”

overstimulating after (character or reader) came without permission

picking wildflowers and accidentally grabbing an aphrodisiac flower

artist painting their muse, who is tied up with vibrators running on them

yandere/obsessive character coming through their darling’s window after hearing them touch theirself

doctor experimenting on their patient with multiple toys and restraints

(this one is for dark content) yandere carving their name in their darling out of jealousy

playing games and streaming and trying to be quiet while somethings happening under the desk

faking an orgasm turns into overstimulating and dumbification

these were all off the top of my head but i hope you find them useful!

[ivoreene]

yayy happy pride take a nobamaki 🏳️‍🌈

[riaki]

a spritz of peppermint | megumi fushiguro x reader

pt.6 of christmas event! cw: petnames i think idk, not proofread, there’s probably other stuff i’m missing but wtv happy birthday the prettiest king pls come back the food is cold

today is a very special day.

megumi notices that you rise early— mostly because when he wakes up in the morning, rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes groggily with a groan, he notices you’re not there. he rolls over, and smacks his face into cold sheets, devoid of your heat.

it pisses him off. so he starts his special day out as a grouch.

when he eventually crawls out of bed and makes his way into the kitchen after pulling on some sweats, though— he stops just short of the threshold to that sweet smelling cozy haven you love to spend your time in. the scent of pine needles and fresh chocolate orange wafts across the space, warm and welcoming and awfully wintery. he’s impartial to the cold— but he likes seeing your nose get red, so he guesses that’s one point positive.

“megumi?” your soft voice drifts across the open space, and the frost around his grumpy heart melts just a little; a crack in the frozen surface of the lake.

he reluctantly emerges from the shadow of the hallway, past the bundle of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. the thought causes a memory to flash across his mind— your sweet smile and your prettier laugh; a distinct feeling of fuzzy warmth like a knitted sweater spreading across his cheeks when you pulled him close by the sleeve of his shirt and leaned in—

he shakes his head, trying to dash the stray thought. he’s supposed to be mad. it has no right to be there.

“why’d you get up so early?” he sighs heavily as he joins you at your side, scratching the back of his neck and running a hand through his unruly hair. you smiled sheepishly, turning to face him and you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing lightly as a silent apology. he takes it with a grumble, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his face in your hair to bask in the scent of home before pulling away.

“it’s a secret.” you grinned, and he glares down at you, clicking his teeth in annoyance. you just laugh like the angel you are, leaving no room for guilt. you’re wearing one of his sweaters; you smell like him, and he supposes it makes up for the way you ditched him this morning.

“i expect compensation.” he grumbles, leaning against the counter as he watches you move about the kitchen, pale winter sunlight painting you like an ethereal dancer beneath the surface of misty lake water, crystal clear in your beauty. it’s mesmerizing.

you laughed, and his teeth dig into his bottom lip. “what, missed me? were you feeling lonely, gumi?” you smiled.

he just shoots you a piercing glare, the color of icicles in his eyes, but the warmth of your grin melts it away. you spend the next few moments in a comfortable silence, preparing a french toast topped with sweet berries and powdered sugar that looks so soft megumi could probably sink into it, until your lovely voice breaks the crisp morning silence.

“want black coffee?”

…

that’s weird. he never hesitates. and you know he takes his coffee black; of course you do. not because he wants to look cool, or look suave in another person’s eyes… well, except for you, of course. but not in the area of caffeine doses. and to be perfectly clear, all he needs is a dose of you to get him going.

he clears his throat. “can you make me hot chocolate?”

you pause, and he almost wants to bite his tongue off. why is he so embarrassed? but you just chuckle, like morning bird song across fresh dew on the grass.

“switching it up, huh? that’s cute.” you hum, and his face burns hot like embers in a brick fireplace. he coughs, throat scratchy like the pricks of a pinecone— but you make no note of it, simply going about your day.

he’s content to watch as you fish around in the rum-colored cabinets, pulling out a crinkly bag of cocoa powder. you put him on milk microwaving duty and he busies himself, lithe pale fingers unscrewing the carton of milk and pouring it into his favorite little painted dog mug. you were the one who’d made it; that silly little ceramics class you insisted on taking clearly didn’t help you too much in the way of smoothing down the bumps and blotches on the mug, but it holds your fingerprint, so he might as well memorize the shape of your hands when you’re not there.

megumi’s snapped back to reality when you grab a candy cane from the mini tree you decorated together sitting on the kitchen counter, smashing it up in the wrappings to mix the pepperminty dust with the cocoa powder. he eyes the pile of holiday drug warily as he brings the steaming mug over, placing it before you and leaning against the counter again to watch you work your mystery magic.

“that looks like brown cocai—”

“shh, megumi. keep your pretty mouth shut, please.”

he’s about to butt in again, lips parted before he presses them together irritatedly and resigns to sulk in silence.

you pour the hot chocolate mix into the milk, swishing it together as it forms a pretty spiral of cocoa; the color of dark chai and chocolate tart. he’s content to watch in silence, humming some christmas carol he’d overheard you listening to one gray afternoon— until he realizes you’re opening a bag of those sickeningly sweet and fluffy marshmallows he’d bought you on a whim. he only did it because his mentor told him they made the best gifts, but he’s beginning to realize it was the sweet tooth talking.

“hey— wait… are you going to put those in there, pretty?” he asks, putting a gentle hand on your wrist to stop you from vigorously emptying the bag into his poor victimized hot chocolate mug.

you glance up at him and flash a toothy grin, giving him one of those looks that makes his heart skip a beat. “trust me, gumi! you’re gonna love it.” you laughed, shrugging his hand off, and his lips curve downward. less because of the marshmallows that are toppling into his mug with a splash and more so because you freed yourself from his grasp.

obviously, you notice— your eyebrows knit together, a pinch of guilt weighing upon them like the snow on the streets outside. but it’s wiped away as quickly as it comes; before he knows it, you’re walking away with a bounce in your step, disappearing behind the counter before re-emerging with something behind your back.

“don’t look so sad, gumi. here,” you say, the cadence of your voice as soft and playful as he ever remembers it being when you pull a bunch of roses from behind your back. the bouquet is small and there’s dirt clinging to the stems— but his heart melts at the thought that you hand-picked them, prickly thorns and all, for him. “happy birthday,” you whispered, and his walls break.

“you’re not so different from them, you know.” you hummed, smiling as he takes them from you and gives you an inquisitive, quiet look. “you might be a little prickly on the outside, but you’re just as beautiful. you just have to look a little past the thorns.”

he feels his face flush; at this point, it’s probably as red as the stray candy cane shavings melting in his mug and the vibrant petals of the roses. he splutters and mumbles something annoyed under his breath, but he’s sure you can hear the undercurrent of fondness and affection weaves into each syllable like the beats of his heart, where you’re so close to. megumi thinks you might’ve just cut him open and made a home in his ribcage.

the bunch of handpicked roses for his special day sit on the marble counter dusted with cocoa powder and candy cane shavings, marshmallows bobbing at the surface of his hot chocolate like apples in a bucket as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to press his lips insistently to yours, slow and tender like the way he always loves you. his hands curl around your sides, as if to ground you there; freeze the time in this bubble of warmth, forgetting the chill outside to warm his hands on your skin. you’re so little in his arms; he wants to hold you and never let you go, to keep you under his tree and have you make hot chocolate for him instead of black coffee every morning he wakes up, because it’s fine if you’re not there in bed— as long as you’re waiting for him with open arms elsewhere.

and when he kisses you, he realizes he might not need his hot cocoa to warm his stomach— your lips are as soft and pillowy sweet as the marshmallows melting in his mug, filled with steaming hot cocoa and all the love he could ever wrap his heart in this cozy winter; his christmas gift to you.

he’s grateful today is a special day, if only because of you and his sweet little painted dog mug filled with your heartwarming love.

stop this was so close to being late my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

[lotus-pear]

SOUKOKU😟⁉️⁉️

[joptartsart]

This is the hand, the hand that takes

[Reblogs are appreciated!Commissions are open!]

[mania-sama]

i don't think everybody realizes just how amazing it would be if gege made megumi loving itadori canon. like i'm so serious (and well beyond delusion), gege has dropped WAY too many hints and nods to megumi being in love w itadori. i don't care much for the ship being canon itself i suppose, i just want gege act on his developed character. he would make shonen history, with how popular his animanga is and the fact that megumi is a MAIN character, if he were to confirm megumi's obvious queerness. he could change the face of shonen with this, and i'm afraid that he's too much of a coward to face the music.

[hebidem]

inspired by a one piece comic i saw!!!!! although i cannot for the life of me remember the user so if anyone knows it pls tell me and i’ll credit them T_T

[ignatus-nigh]

Choso has a present for you!! 💕

[justrustandstardust]

Y'all know this whole queer, gay shit is wrong. Like God created man and woman to have a strong attraction to each other. This is wrong!

Plus we're too different anons here, don't blame the others. I'm the one who sent the message were l mentioned "men being friends" plus l second the other anon cause y'all ruin everything good. We love our animes with their original chemistry. Please keep your queer shit to yourself and keep jjk outta it, the world can't revolve around y'alls please......

actually god created men to tickle other mens’ buttholes for everyone else’s enjoyment and i know because jesus told me yesterday while we watched stsg do exactly that in jjk0 and if you don’t agree i’ll text jesus so you can take it up with him yourself. he’s pretty busy hunting straight people for sport and watching anime so idk if he’ll get back to you

[95lexx]

[qprconcepts]

qpp absolutely rambling about their latest hyperfixation x qpp listening even though they’ve heard this essay three times already

<3

[k3nn1k00]

another goofy shitpost

[seltzerblr]

i can’t get over the fact that this is cover art in the actual manga itself. like. there is literally nothing straight about this.

honestly jjk is so queercoded that it drives me a little crazy. usually i hate stories where characters dance around relationships and never really confirm anything (*coughs* most yuri anime) but the way it’s done in jjk is so beautiful.

[company-focus]

https://nicole-534.tengp.icu/i/aYEd3rg