OIKAWA TOORU IS TOM HOLLAND WHEN HE PERFORMED 'UMBRELLA' FOR THE LIP SYNC BATTLE. Lemme Explain The Vision;

PATHETIC MEN 🛐

I was ovulating right before nerdjo became a thing, and now that it's here. I'M OVULATING AGAIN. My need for loser, pathetic men who are really just nerds with a bad rep should be studied. This is a free invite for anyone to yap to me about their hyper-fixation literally for the rest of my life.

the words you use are so casually cruel, like they kill me but it's just the fact of the matter

im also crazy about Gojo telling Geto he’d be satisfied if Geto had been there to pat him on the back (before the Sukuna fight)… but probably not for the same reason everyone else does…

Gojo only wanted Geto’s encouragement, he doesn’t want Geto to fight by his side.

this is about him showing Sukuna how much his love amounts to, no one is allowed to participate in that. If someone did it’d have been insincere.

Maybe if Geto had stayed & become a teacher + grown together with Gojo, Gojo would have wanted him to fight by his side. As an equal, as a partner, as two halves of a whole. But he didn’t, which is why the Geto that Gojo merely wanted a pat on the back from is the monk one.

And I think Geto KNOWS that. That the little tear he shed is not just because he couldn’t be there, but that even in the end he knew the position as Gojo’s equal is forever lost to him.

the mischaracterization of satoru gojo has plagued me so thoroughly that i'm happy to share his plight atp.

Do you ever think that Gojo is oversexualised by this fandom? His character literally represents loneliness. He craves attention, adoration. But people just find him straight annoying or childish or even egotistical. Deep inside he is just a traumatized person who doesn’t know how to express his feelings and puts on a smile for the world.

Idk, I just wanted to yap about it.

omegaverse

so a/b/o usually has an m/m audience, but it's based off of the biology of a f/m like mammal reproduction. now what if in a new word where it's mainly just betas, some people present during puberty. instead of male omegas having vaginas or cloacas or absurdly small penises, they're just guys who go through heat and are ig more submissive and shit. and instead of female alphas just ceasing to exist they could be your average woman just with 'alpha traits'.

i think this gives some really interesting opportunities to explore like maybe a male omega's precum practically makes sure that it sorta grips or suctions so that like it'll take in terms of heat. or hell a female alpha being able to idk physically enable her womb to be fucked while she's in a rut. we could finish off with an omega never being able to get off while they're in heat until they have an alpha and alphas fighting other alphas (like death matches) during their rut.

this gives us some more logical and fun ways to explore some lesser-focused on things like omega-omega relationships, alpha-alpha relationships, female alpha representation, male omega with a female alpha, and this fits into the whole secondary sex is unknown until you present thing. idk i haven't explained my thoughts well but idc because i'm sleepy.

suguru in love is riptide. he might be indie and rock and punk and goth but he's just a regular guy, that's what he truly is.

this with the musicals are timeloops and how sometimes we're not forced to stay in the loop but we choose to even though we know it's not gonna get us anywhere.

I'm a believer. (every time I listen to a musical I hope that Eurydice will survive the winter, Orpheus will not turn around, Veronica and JD will be just seventeen, Evan will tell the truth, Alexander will say no to his desires, Odysseus will save the infant, spare the sirens-)

Hamilton x JJK

This is 1000% brought on by me consuming those edits again, but Burr and Alexander are Satoru and Suguru if Suguru didn't defect. Hear me out, Hamilton didn't know how Burr felt. The inferiority, the jealousy, he to an extent always considered him a better half. In the musical we witness how excellent he was, leagues above everyone else, not cut from the same cloth, yet we have the musical because people never acknowledged him compared to some other founding fathers. Akin to how Gojo didn't even get a funeral, he altered the balance of the world when he was born just to die the same as you and I. Burr truly never held any ill will towards Hamilton in the beginning, their paths aligned, they became acquainted, but he did not excel. If it's sad that a founding father's legacy is a musical, is it not sadder for Burr to be remembered as the man who isn't Hamilton? If Geto had not defected but still harboured the same feelings and went through the same trauma, yet saw Gojo overcome and "win", then what's the difference? I think when you take songs such as 'Wait For It' or 'Non-Stop' this is better shown. The obsession Hamilton had with writing the same as to how Gojo exceedingly became so far above everyone he wasn't human, he is literally untouchable. He fought, took mission after mission, works 21hrs a day, he could theoretically handle it all alone. How Burr wasn't willing to back up the constitution, how Suguru didn't defect immediately, a year passed. The hatred brimming and boiling, him hoping it'd subside just for the wait to result in a different outcome. How the only time Burr did not hesitate was for that final shot, contrastingly enough, the only time Hamilton did. Satoru has always hesitated in taking Suguru's life, yet Suguru was truly happy when he was away from Jujutsu society. Honestly, JJK is ripe with symbolism, excellent re-read material in the sense that everything comes together so beautifully with certain characters. Gojo's ability being unbeatable, being his only weakness, how him messing with the fabric of reality impacted his life and the consequence of being untouchable. How regardless of the strength he has never got what mattered, just like his domain. Toji deciding to risk his life by fighting Gojo a second time just to prove to the people he hated that he was good enough, yet if he had won that fight there'd be no difference between him and the Zen'in clan. He died for the same people who wished he was dead anyway. And if Geto Suguru didn't wind up hating non-sorcerers he'd end up hating Jujutsu, believing the world would be better with 0 cursed energy. To dismantle Jujutsu can be done in multiple ways, but perhaps the most effective would be to take down the pinnacle, i.e Satoru Gojo. I will one day draft an entire character study and analysis on Satoru (because clearly I cannot shut up and I have too many thoughts), but when SatoSugu were like Lafayette and Hamilton just to technically wind up in the same fate, is post hidden inventory Geto the real Geto or did he die in that fight against Toji? If he didn't, was hidden inventory Geto the fake one and the racist the real one? This is also interesting because say Geto tried helping, pushing it down, not going insane. Would he be Jefferson? Would Satoru be Jefferson? Would Geto/Jefferson view Satoru as Washington?

You could say the trio ended up becoming like John Jay, James Madison, and Hamilton. What with Shoko never being recognized, John Jay recovered after writing four to write the fifth. James Madison writing more than their agreed upon original limit simply by himself but never given value, like Suguru being a special grade that came from no resources. Him having virtually no weakness. And of course, Hamilton going insane and losing everything in the pursuit of his 'dream', I wonder if anyone has ever randomly hugged Satoru and told him they love him. He never had an Eliza after all, fuck did he even have an Angelica? A Maria Reynolds? Yet Suguru had Theodosia. This is such a niche but goddamn do I love to yap.

I go on and on about how Gege just missed the mark, but this proves that Satoru was worth it because he is loved.

Satoru Gojo has made it out of the grave.

In another life, he sits under the sun in the evenings and lazes for the hell of it, not for a ten minute break from the chaos. He enjoys the silence, unlittered by curses and fighting and white burning static. He smiles now and then, when he wants to and never to prove himself to be okay when he isn't.

In another life, there are still dark days. And when the nights are cold and memories of friends never forgotten become haunting, he is free to cry. He finds comfort in his peers, never judgement, and lets himself be sad until the sun rises and his slate is once again clean.

In another life, Satoru Gojo doesn’t have to learn to love his name and the weight it holds. He learns to love his body, his scars, his memories both good and bad. He learns that it’s okay to love, and its okay to fear loss- he learns how to share his meal time with others and accept compliments with one in return rather than a faux over-confidence.

In another life he finds a soulmate. You’re kind and strong and not with him for his name or glory. He doesn’t have to worry himself over protecting you because in another life there is nothing out to get him. You have loving sex each night and can’t keep your hands off each other the morning after either. He learns your body like it’s his own and treats it with the reverence that so many have given the Gojo name—though without the gory weight of responsibility.

Maybe, in another life, he has kids. Probably girls, but maybe a boy or two as well. He isn't a perfect dad, never will be, but he's one that stays and loves and leads by example, not by empty threat and misplaced anger and the expectation of power and greatness. He teaches his daughters what love a man should show his spouse through his affections towards to you. Teaches his son how to love himself before trying to lean on another for love. He raises a family, not a clan.

In another life, he buys a house with a garden. He commits to watching his garden grow, tends to the weeds when they become unruly after he's put it off a little too long. He stays in one place, doesn't feel an urge to move around and stay on edge. He builds a shed and turns it into his space: teaches his kids a secret knock to let him know they're in trouble with you for abandoning their chores and want to hide from the gentle wrath of your loving discipline.

In another life, Suguru comes to visit every weekend. He’s Uncle Suguru to his kids and they sit on the porch and talk over a drink as the sun sets. He doesn’t have to worry about his friend because they speak rather than act. Satoru isn’t so focused on himself. Suguru isn’t so reluctant to ask for help.

In another life, he enjoys the quiet of domesticity. He’s not facing death each day—not shaping students up to kill and exorcise. He eats good, and lots, and thanks you for every meal by doing the dishes wrong and growing confused when you take over yourself to do it right.

In another life, he keeps photo albums. They're off in some box in the attic he has to strain his back to find, and they're worn out and dusty and some of the faces he used to see every day are seen for the first time in years when he pulls them out to show the grandkids. They show interest in his stories, albeit half-feigned and more interested in giggling at how cute his friends were back in the day. He laughs along with them.

In another life, he’s old and gray and still makes the effort to dance with you in the living room to the old music he loves. He kisses you goodnight before bed and good morning when you wake him for breakfast. You go on date nights, because he’s never too busy fighting curses to be with his one love. He feels like a teenager in love every day, even well into his senior years.

In another life, all is well: he lays down in his grave with a smile, having lived a hard life, but one worth reliving over and over and over again. He does first, because he couldn’t bear to lose you, and he dies happy.

But thats in another life—one where he wasn’t doomed from the day he was born. Maybe his next life, if he’s so lucky.

my glorious blue-eyed king it's fine, plot moment or not. you are my human and i will never find another like you. it ain't the looks or the powers, it's just you.

With love, always and forever.

the scariest realisation that has ever dawned on me since i understood the passage of time is the fact that if our lives were airing as a fictional show for some demographic to consume then that means there are fans of elon musk and donald trump out there, people who unironically write putin x reader fics, have full thesis on why kim jong-un is the way he is.