I Get Up And Eat Breakfast

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#louder for the people in the back

#all fandoms are a little cringe and thats okay

#embrace the fucking cringe

"Waa why aren't fandoms fun anymore" because you keep policing people's headcanons, make fun of cosplayers,make fun of selfshipers, make fun of beginner artists and just make fun of people for having fun 😐

They knew what he was the moment he opened his eyes. Or rather, what he would become. What they would make him.

When the word spread, they called him different things. A sign from above. A savior. The strongest sorcerer this world has seen in centuries. The pride of the Gojo clan. The wielder of the Six Eyes.

The titles were pretty, but they all meant the same thing. From the moment Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, he was a weapon.

A weapon does not need to love or be loved. Love is vulnerability. A weapon cannot be vulnerable.

A weapon does not need to care, only kill. When they tell you to. Whatever (or whoever) they tell you to. A good weapon asks no questions. A weapon does not care.

A weapon does not need to be happy. Happiness is having friends and laughing at stupid things and playing in the sun. Happiness us for children. A weapon is not a child.

Gojo Satoru was a weapon. The best one in centuries.

Until he wasn't.

Until Geto Suguru looked at his eyes like they were beautiful. Like he was beautiful. Weapons are not beautiful. But he looked at him like he was not a weapon. And he made him want to believe it.

And then they gave him the order to execute him. But the weapon was no longer a weapon. Weapons did not have hearts. Suguru may have left it bleeding and broken in the wake of his departure, but it was still the greatest gift he had given Satoru. A weapon did not know love or care or happiness. Satoru was not a weapon.

the hidden inventory

I will never be over the absolute irony of how this movie has been treated in the award shows. The golden globes, the critic choice awards...all we need is one more moment from the Oscars and we'll have a perfect trifecta of fuckass blindness.

Like seriously? "I'm Just Ken" was a song quite literally made to be an ironic incel anthem, and they gave that the spotlight? Don't get me wrong, Ryan Gosling gave an excellent performance but even the man himself was baffled.

Like look at his face. That is the look of a man who just realized he is quite literally living the reality of the movie he made and somehow everyone runs face first into the point, and right past it. He wants someone to say "You just got punked!" so bad.

RYAN GOSLING "I'm Just Ken" wins Best Original Song at the 29th Annual Critics' Choice Awards (January 14, 2024)

Satoru was not one to put much faith behind the unknowable. Maybe there was a God, or some universal power or creator. But did it matter? Humanity is still left to wander through the world fending for themselves, spinning endless cycles of survival and destruction. But he did like to think about multiverses.

It's not that he believed it, okay? It's a scientifically implausible theory. It's just an intriguing hypothesis, that he likes to wonder about sometimes. Because if there were that many worlds out there, then maybe there was one where the only person who ever felt like home didn't leave him.

That Satoru probably had the courage to ask him to stay when he felt him slipping away. That Satoru probably let his heart spill out of his mouth and gave it to him to hold. That Satoru probably knew what it felt like to be held by him. That Satoru probably knew what his lips felt like against his own, what his hair felt like between his fingers, what his love felt like when it wasn't quiet.

That Satoru could never even imagine looking down at the love of his life slumped in an alley, bleeding out, and delivering the final blow. That Satoru wasn't sitting alone on the school steps with every piece of family lost to time.

He hated that Satoru so much. He really did.

(No he didn't.)

Slow down, time is not our friend

“Sejanus is like Katniss!” “he’s just like peeta!”

What if I said he was like Gale?

Their blind loyalty their districts. Their rash nature, fuelled by their anger at the injustice the people of their home face. Their strong sense of morality, their eagerness to save the people of their district. Their hatred for the games, and their trust in their friend counterparts.

I’ve seen posts comparing Katniss to Snow, and Peeta to Lucy. In this case, Gale representing Sejanus makes so much sense.

Gale is Katniss’ friend from home. Katniss partakes in the games, but Gale doesn’t get the chance to- like how Sejanus’ tribute Marcus died from default. Katniss feels as though she owes Gale her love, and the way Snow treated Sejanus was all from pity. Artificial love, although Snow and Katniss are set so far apart that Katniss still loved Gale, but as a brother.

Something sets all of the characters apart from their counter character. For Katniss, she was forced to become a hunter when Snow was one at heart. For Peeta, he was forced to put his true feelings forward to perform, when it was Lucy Gray’s passion.

For Gale and Sejanus, I think it’s their sense of morality. Gale is who Sejanus would’ve been if he had no room to act out, had no trust fund to protect his outbursts. Gale is Sejanus after years of oppression, the pride and protection for his home becoming almost toxic. Sejanus is Gale with a chance to change the things around him - a boy with hope, refusing to play by the Capitols games.

If Sejanus had lived, he could’ve become a version of Gale, who in war would risk the lives of hundreds of innocent people from the Capitol. Perhaps Sejanus is the version of Gale who would’ve run away with Katniss before her reaping. Hung and punished, before their urge to help people turned fatal for others. Still morally good.