I Love This Fanfic So Much That I Made Some Drawings About My Favorite Scene From The First Chapter,

it occurred to me maybe i should post this somewhere instead of leaving it buried in the comments of annoying heroine so hey here's a non canon scene i wrote! back in the day somebody commented on chapter three to the effect of "i need our gojo to just fall from the sky and give yuuji a hug" and it made me realize i needed that too.

“Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji,” Gojo-sensei says, lying in the grass in exactly the spot he landed. “We’ve found ourselves in quite the strange predicament, haven’t we?”

Yes, he thinks, loudly, but doesn’t say it. He’s not able to manage much at the moment but a stuttering, “Sensei, is it — is it really you?”

“Could anyone truly imitate me?” Gojo-sensei teases. Finally sitting up, he lifts the blindfold on his face and looks Yuuji up and down. Then he says with all the approval that Yuuji doesn’t deserve, “You’ve gotten stronger. Those scars make you look very dashing, by the way! Tell me, how did everyone get along without me? I—“

“Poorly,” Yuuji interrupts. He’s afraid Gojo-sensei will say something like I had faith in you, and he can’t risk hearing that, because that means confronting just how much he let this man down. “Sensei— Everything went to shit. Sensei, I—“

He tells Gojo-sensei everything as the man slowly brings himself to his feet.

After he talks for what feels like an eternity, about everything that happened and everything he’s trying desperately to fix, Gojo-sensei finally gives a simple, “I see.” His blindfold is still pushed up to his forehead, and Yuuji has never seen that look in his eyes before.

But then it’s gone, replaced with a bright grin. “I’m sure Yuuji is doing a good job, then!”

“Huh?” says Yuuji. “But—“

“No buts!” Gojo-sensei declares. “You are my pupil, after all, so you can hardly do anything else. Or do you doubt my teachings so much?”

“No,” Yuuji says loyally. He doesn’t append a ‘but’ this time, even though one sits at the tip of his tongue.

“Besides,” Gojo-sensei says, and he wags a finger as if scolding but his tone has turned much too soft for that. “I know that you’re doing a good job, because you’re Itadori Yuuji, and good is what Itadori Yuuji does.”

Yuuji huffs a half-laugh. “Actually, I’m Igarashi Yuuji here. That name was taken.”

“Hm. I suppose it would be,” Gojo says as he leans backward in thought. “Maybe I should give you a nickname! Wouldn’t that be fun, Yuuji? Would you like a nickname from your magnificent Sensei? Maybe I—“

The man cuts off as Yuuji’s forehead hits his shoulder.

Yuuji feels Gojo-sensei stiffen slightly, before relaxing into it. He knows his teacher has never been a particularly touchy person, except when he’s intentionally being a nuisance, or when he’s taking someone into his Domain and he has to keep them from actual braindeath. Genuine, physical comforts like this — well, they’ve happened, but always few and far between. Yuuji is mostly the one to initiate, and he did that less and less as he realized that infinity wasn’t the only thing holding Gojo-sensei apart from all that reached toward him.

One hand settles on the back of Yuuji’s head, and another on the middle of his upper back.

“Okay,” Gojo-sensei says. A thumb strokes the crest of Yuuji’s shoulder blades — just once, but distinct and real, enough to make Yuuji buckle and raise his own arms to clutch Gojo-sensei in return. “You must be tired, hm? Well, leave it to me. I’ve been sitting on my ass for — negative twelve years, it sounds like — so it’s about time I started pulling my weight again.” Gojo-sensei’s head shifts until Yuuji feels a cheek against his temple. It soon pulls back, but when the man speaks again, there’s a gentleness and thoughtfulness in it that Yuuji always forgets he’s capable of. “You should enjoy your youth, Yuuji. You’ve earned a break. Let me shoulder this one for a while. Okay?”

Yuuji squeezes him and says, “Okay.”

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

I love the fact that, even though Liu Kang changed a bit of everyone, either in personality or story or whatever, he DID leave Kung Lao as he was in his timeline. Because, that’s his best friend right there. His best man.

How can he bring himself to change something about Kung Lao? How can he bring himself to change his bestie? Kung Lao may not remember him, but Liu Kang does. He remembers. And leaving his friend as he remembers him, might be Liu Kang’s own way of grieving with the fact that the people he used to know, no longer exist.

Sure, there are other timelines where his friends are still alive. But as the Time Keeper, the God of Fire and the guardian of the Earthrealm, he can’t exactly go and visit them. The ones in his universe are the only ones he gets to see daily.

Yet only Geras and him remember.

i didn't want to draw the other eye

another version

i have like an entire essay about jjk umbrellas loaded in the pipe but for quick reference as to what the ass i'm talking about in those tags there

gojo uses a clear umbrella in the HI/PD ED, yuuji uses a clear umbrella while gojo is hiding him, thus i deduce that it's the same umbrella and gojo gave it to him to use

Whats a “blorbo”? Asking as a non-English speaker user.

Mk1 incorrect quotes pt. 5:

Shang Tsung: “In prior timelines, I held power?”Geras: “Not once did you put it to good use”

Heroic Titan Shang Tsung: “AYO WTF?!”

Not me scrolling through the Conclave tag only to see no one talk about the deliberate positioning and framing of the women in this movie.

Pulling up this movie I completely expected to only encounter Sister Agnes as the one woman we see in the trailer, the conclave a space that has been kept from the female members of the church. Now, color me surprised when I started the movie and most of the establishing shots we got were focused on all the women working in the Vatican.

And it is such a deliberate choice, it does the film a disservice not to talk about it.

Because while Cardinal Lawrence is having his fifteenth breakdown during sequestering and Bellini finds the ambitious asshole within himself, Ray does all the leg work, and Bel---- we see the women work.

We see the kitchens, we see them cook, we see them stand aside. Most of the time when the Cardinals are conspiring it is the women who interrupt because they are busy working, walking, running errands.

And there is power in that.

I think it is very deliberate how often (and with such lingering gaze) the camera shows us the lives of the other half - partially to connect to the wider themes of the movie, on how Bellini asks for women to get more power but never thanks them, and how Benitez stumps them all by thanking the women preparing their meals when asked to say the prayer (considering his own probably tumultuous relationship to gender within the church).

But it also stands in direct opposition to a long tradition in story telling: servants don't exist. How often the heroes of a regency romance are "alone" because the two hand maidens and three maids don't really count.

Conclave doesn't do that.

It doesn't let us look away.

Between all the petty drama, the politics, and the real life consequences of the conclave, we never stop looking at the people doing all the work.

Yes, we follow the ups and downs of Lawrence and Co, but in doing so the movie reminds us again and again of the women working the kitchen.

And that was just such a powerful artistic choice in a movie about a famously misogynistic church... I loved it. And I had to talk about it.

you're not ascending to godhood you're just dehydrated

I swear if nobody writes a fic of this in going to seriously go insane.

Silly AU idea

You know what would be funny if someone could re create that episode from supernatural where they get zapped to real life, (a French mistake I think it was called) and Deadpool and Wolverine are stuck in Ryan’s and Hugh’s bodies/lives 🤣 but of course Wade already knows all that exists and is just happy to be in an unscarred version of himself