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GOOD MORNING EVERYONE ITS A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO BE A JOJO FAN
just watched Tron 1982 with my friends and I am honestly bewildered by 1) how much I enjoyed the movie and 2) how much I hated the movie
Your friends watching something for the first time and getting to that scene VS you, the knower.
tagging @cobradragon specifically for the bottom right one.
i collect images with powerful ot3/third wheel energies so you don’t have to. i am releasing them to you, the public, so you may share in my bounty
My voice teacher told me to imagine that my fictional crush stepped on me.
So for those of you who are unaware, I have been taking voice lessons since my sophomore year of college. I am currently a last semester senior. I am also currently working on a piece called "Das Veilchen" by Mozart for my senior capstone.
Tl;dr the piece is about a violet and a maiden. The violet wishes that it were "the loveliest flower in nature" and that the maiden would pick it. But the maiden steps on the violet. The violet, surprisingly, rejoices at this, happy to die by the maiden's feet.
Now to the main reason why we're here.
During my lesson this past week, my voice teacher was giving me tips on how to add more emotion into the piece.
She then asked me if I had a fictional crush.
I became PETRIFIED. I have NEVER shared any info about my fictional crushes to ANYONE at my college. Hell, most of my friends don't even know (except for @cobradragon, but more on that later), LET ALONE ONE OF MY TEACHERS?
So how did I get through this?
I said yes.
But I didn't say ANYTHING ELSE. In fear of things getting worse.
And oh boy, did they get worse.
She then told me to, and I quote, "Imagine: you are the violet. Your fictional crush is the maiden."
Now, dear reader, I would like for you to imagine yourself in this situation. Tell me how you feel about sharing with your teacher that you would absolutely love to get stepped on by your fictional crush. I need to know if others would be as absolutely petrified as I would be in this situation.
Alternatively, Cobra and I are now at the suspicion that our voice teacher is a (former) tumblr user.
IT'S BIRD BOY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GET YOURSELVES A MAN LIKE KENTO NANAMI
"...alright. Just the usual ones? Night time too...and tampons. Don't ever apologise. Alright. We'll be home soon. I love you."
The mid-morning traffic, less frantic now than an hour before, shhhaaaahed around the car. From the passenger seat, Yuuji watched Kento with a fascination about to bubble over with suppressed laughter. Kento put the phone down. Yuuji, just a boy, grinned, almost teasingly at Kento.
"Tampons, huh, Nanamin?"
Kento looked to Yuuji, flicking the windscreen wipers on to rid the screen of drifting cherry blossom. His face remained neutral, sincerely questioning. Yuuji scoffed, bold as brass, before continuing.
"Jeez Nanamin...you're such a simp."
Kento's eyes narrowed, searching for meaning. He repeated, slowly, the word unfamiliar upon his tongue.
"...'simp'."
"You'd do anything for her, right?"
"Is that...a bad thing? You say the word, not that I know it, as if it's derogatory."
Kento tapped on his phone, and Yuuji backpedaled, his grin sliding away to a wide-mouthed grimace as he waved his hands in a fit of no, wait, I can explain. Kento appeared to be reading, his face growing dour. He huffed, one short puff of air from his nose. He tucked his phone away.
"Ah-- Nanamin-- I didn't mean--"
"A simp, hmm? Alright. Come along, Yuuji."
They drove. Yuuji bit his nails as he stared out into traffic. Kento was silent, calm.
And Kento took Yuuji on errands.
At the Conbini, Kento collected pads, tampons, snacks and pain relief.
"Do you have any of the night time ones?" Kento asked the assistant, holding up a pack of pads, unashamed, as Yuuji tried to sink into the floor, just a boy. As the assistant walked away, Kento asked Yuuji, calmly.
"Would a simp do this?"
"Ah...jeez, I...yeah, I guess so."
"Alright."
In the Florist's, Kento was meticulous with the sweating assistant, identifying only the finest blooms of your favourite wildflowers. He commandeered, insisting they were wrapped in brown paper, stamped with wax and tied with ribbons. Tapping his fingers on the counter, bored, Yuuji's reverie was once more broken by Kento's smooth timbre.
"Would a simp do this?"
Kento walked up beside Yuuji, with a spray of sweet botanicals in his arms. Yuuji squirmed beneath the schooling.
"Yeah, I...I reckon so. Probably."
"Splendid. Come along."
At the launderette, collecting your repaired jacket; "Would a simp do this?"
At your parents' house, dropping off a birthday card; "Would a simp do this?"
At Jujutsu High, filing some late paperwork for you; "Would a simp do this?"
In the car, calling Ijichi to cancel drinks the following night; "Would a simp do this?"
By the time Kento had completed his errands, Yuuji sulked, just a boy, begrudging how overboard Kento had gone, all because Yuuji had used slang that meant nothing apart from something Kento couldn't understand.
Yuuji stood back in the hallway, shucking his shoes off, as Kento walked ahead.
Yuuji's eyes darted up, to you, shocked to see that you were...a mess. You could hide the tears all you liked, but your puffy lips and salt-sore cheeks told of a whole day of crying. The dinner Yuuji usually enjoyed wasn't made. The fragrant candles that Yuuji usually enjoyed weren't lit. The curtains were closed.
Yuuji felt vicariously guilty for something he had not done, but he listened to yours and Kento's mumbled conversation.
"...sorry...so shit...haven't done anything...needed you...Yuuji must be hungry, I..."
"...shhh...done nothing wrong...Ijichi cancelled tomorrow anyway...order take-out...come here..."
Kento held you in a rustle of bags and brown-papered flowers. He did not begrudge the tear stains on his lapels. He looked at you as though your very blood ran divine, when you gave the flowers and bag of snacks a watery smile, pressing a salty kiss to Kento's cheeks before walking to the kitchen.
As Kento and Yuuji stood back, watching you swipe your tears away before beginning to fill a vase with Kento's wildflowers, Yuuji dawned upon the cusp of a bold new understanding. Kento felt it, this gentle yearning, and took Yuuji by the hand over the horizon.
Kento's voice was, slow, considered, and gut-wrenchingly sincere.
"Never deny yourself the beauty of loving someone without restraint, for the fear of vulnerability, Yuuji. Never let anyone taint the way love should guide and consume you. Because if loving wholeheartedly is weakness...you shouldn't want to be strong."
Yuuji watched the gentle golden thread of joy that Kento had woven through your sadness. He shuffled, his hands in his pockets, his peachy head tilted down as he kicked at his shoes.
"...yeah, I get you. I'll... I'll be a simp too, then. When I find the one. And...and I'll be proud of it."
Kento smiled, pressing a bag of snacks to Yuuji's chest.
"And I'll be proud of you."
I don't want to regret the way I lived
gojo may be dead but that won't stop the brainrot i have for him 🤩🤩🤩
I've been thinking about this. What instruments would the JJK characters play???
This has been gnawing at me for the past week.
I am a music education major. I play multiple different instruments but i've been involved professionally with music for most of my life. So as I've been working in internships w/ my local orchestras, the brainrot is hitting harder and harder I need to hear y'all's opinions. What would each JJK character play??
I found a fanart of Geto playing bassoon and I. am enamored. There is nothing else he would play (other than maybe oboe. I could see him being an oboist and slaying at it.)
I can see Nanami being a pianist but not talking about it. Like it's a hobby of his that he uses to relax every evening. Imagine him with a baby grand in his apartment 🥹🥹🥹 I also feel like he would play a string instrument of some kind.
I got lots more of these brewing in my brain and I may make a completely different post in regards to this, but I need to hear y'alls thoughts. Hit me up in the comments, reposts, asks whatever. Let's have some fun with this
Gojo had been talking about nurturing his students to be strong and teaching them to depend on each other so nobody would be left behind.
The whole time we read this part as him thinking that he left Geto behind, or that Geto felt left behind.
When in fact it was Gojo feeling left behind the whole time.
I'm punching holes in the wall.
just thinking about how howl spent his entire life looking for sophie. he built an entire castle just to find her. he worked on both sides of the war because he didn't know which kingdom she was from. he dated pretty women because he thought she was beautiful the moment he saw her in the past. calcifer let her in because he knew she was the one. he really was looking everywhere for her. and i think i'm unwell.
can some psychologist explain why every time this video plays I have to watch the entire thing
(source: @tkyle)
it is in my greatest horror that I must acknowledge my creation of a twitter account. follow if you dare.
i hate studying science so much but apparently being good at science means that you're smart and i want to be perceived as smart so the grind continues, i'm afraid
when people think i’m normal but actually i love a clearly gay not yet canon ship that is 100% doomed by the narrative in every way shape and form
YUUTA NATION WE BAAAAACK
YUUTA IS BACK!
呪術廻戦 S2 Ep. 23: Shibuya Incident - Gate, Close
jjk nation it's OVER
i just found old writings. do i dare upload them...
asking for a friend
THE NEW ILLUSTRATIONS FOR THE MERCH HELLO???????????
we may have lost Gojo but holy FUCK
one thing that has surprised me in my 1+ years on this hellscape of a site is how most of the jjk fans i have run into are also bsd fans. you guys have no idea how genuinely happy that makes me.
good evening everyone i hope you are all well. i am currently succumbing to midterms + all of my very overdue homework. pray that i survive the next week and a half.