#me when all day the Voices have been telling mw to have a cigarette and i gave in at night

[dykeofmisfortune]

normalize being self awarely self destructive

[secretive3amramenmaker]

My Opinions On Jujutsu Kaisen That Literally Nobody Asked For

I finished binging the Jujutsu Kaisen manga in 48 hours. I am having some expresso, because I’m depresso.

Here’s a Sad Stitch to show you how I feel.

(And of course, warnings for discussion/ranting/kinda meta on the Jujutsu Kaisen manga below the cut, so please read at your own discretion!)

Sukuna is truly a Bastard™, along with Mahito. 

I just- *cries in Shibuya Arc aka PAIN*

*Pulls out megaphone* Nanamin. 

That’s all folks. Thanks for reading, have a nice day!

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(Just kidding!)

Ugh, NANAMIN 👏 WHAT 👏 A 👏 MAN 😭 😭 😭 😭 I became a certified Nanami stan once I saw the tired business man aesthetic (plus, his words about how work is shit? Truer words have never been spoken), and his little speech about adults and responsibility, how children no matter their circumstances are still children, and should be given the opportunity to act as such. Because, YES, FINALLY, A RESPONSIBLE ADULT WITH THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL aka the voice of Kenjiro Tsuda

Anyways, I love how the Jujutsu Kaisen manga shows that adults can handle things, and that is A-OKAY!!! If Jujutsu Tech follows the Japanese school system, Yuji is a first year in high school, so he’s probably 15 or 16 years old, way too early to go through Shibuya level of trauma (though, I think anybody is too young to have to go through what happened to Yuji in Shibuya). 

Children should have the privilege to be children. That doesn’t mean coddling, it means that children should have plenty of time to experience new things, enjoy being a child, and I’m so happy Nanami says this! 

In conclusion, Nanami deserves happiness and a vacation to Kuantan 🥺

YOSHINO JUNPEI!!! He and his mom deserve happiness, they’re both precious beans. I didn’t even realize Junpei was dead until 5+ chapters later. But it was too late, for I had already gotten attached!!! *cue curse worthy screeching* 

I was so excited for Junpei to join Jujutsu Tech, too! I had this whole headcanon of Junpei being HAPPY again, talking about movies with Yuji, interacting with the other first years, him seeing Panda for the first time!!! The thing was, back then, it wasn’t headcanon! I thought it was going to be facts, until Gege said ‘lol, you thought, peasant’, before spitting on any hope of mine for a happy Junpei.

(On a completely different tangent, I would be SO psyched if I got to meet a talking panda, we could act out all of “Kung Fu Panda” together, especially the chopstick scene, and maybe we could go to a zoo, just to mess with the zookeepers about a honest to god PANDA walking on its hind legs around the zoo)

‘If Junpei had lived’ is a phrase I think about a lot, and I think that is why the “Young Fish and Reverse Punishment” arc  was so crucial to the story and yet so tragic. 

Junpei has so much potential to be happy, and then he didn’t get the happiness he deserves. It really sets the tone, the high stakes to the whole manga, for we see the amount of damage a curse inflicts on somebody who could be in a situation like Junpei. 

As the readers, we understand the reasoning behind Junpei’s ideology, sympathizing with him as we see what horrible torment he has to go through. That very first scene of this arc, where the bullies made him eat the cockroach and BURNED HIM WITH A LIT CIGARETTE, and the teacher who saw all of this happening, JUST TURNS AWAY!!! It was haunting. But finally, finally, we get a light at the tunnel for Junpei in the form of our lord and saviour, the cinnamon roll of cinnamon rolls, Itadori Yuji. HERE is a person who is able to connect with Junpei, who wouldn’t dismiss how Junpei’s circumstances or feelings. and then Junpei dies.

(look at this cute face, how could you Mahito?!)

Also, the symbolism in the opening? The Junpei fish ENLARGING??? HNKDJSFLJDSF JUNPEI NOOO-

Also ALSO (sorry this is the last ‘also’), did we ever learn if Junpei was a sorcerer, or was he a window that possessed enough talent to summon a shikigami? I at first thought Junpei was a window, since he was able to see Mahito, and was hoping that we’d get a more detailed explanation of what windows actually do. (Do they just wander around Tokyo, or wherever they live, and act all ‘La Dee Da, just living my regular, normal life, oOOHHH is that a special grade? Tell that to the sorcerers, maybe I’ll get a bonus!’ Is their life basically a demented version of Pokemon Go? I have so many questions-)

All the villains were well written, and had super cool character designs. My top three villains other than Sukuna, my top three villains are Geto, and Mahito.

Geto’s backstory in the Hidden Inventory arc was so incredibly written, I especially liked the way Gege wrote how Getou’s righteous ideals gradually deteriorating throughout the Hidden Inventory arc as he realizes the depth of the curses of humanity, the dark hatred the “weak” hold towards things they have no understanding of. (i.e. Riko’s death by the Star Religious Group, Haibara’s death, and finally the villagers ignorant treatment and abuse towards Geto’s twins, Mimiko and Nanako, beating and imprisoning them for “causing” the deaths of the villagers) Geto’s chilling charisma and the reasoning behind his actions as a villain makes him a top tier villain in my eyes. 

As for Mahito, I love to hate him, and that why I think he is a great antagonist. I guess I’ve just been seeing a lot of villains that because of their tragic backstories, the readers or characters sympathize with them and rationalising their actions, turning the villain into a flaky antihero of lesser impact. It’s very refreshing to have a villain who is just pure evil. 

I think that Mahito fulfilled his purpose as an antagonist very well; his twisted ideals on the worth of human life foiling Itadori’s own ideals of giving others a “proper death”, the curse making Yuji continuously adapt both physically and mentally to defeat him. Physically, by learning new spells and techniques to defeat Mahito, such as the Black Flash (and possibly his own cursed technique! The weird “Past That Never Happened” in the fights with Choso and Todo), or mentally, by questioning his ideals, such as what exactly is a “proper death”, after Yuji had to kill the transfigured humans. 

(Ew look at this worm.)

Some Honorable Mentions of Good Villains IMO: Jogo, because I find his ideals of curses, who stem from the true emotions of hatred and fear, being superior yet suppressed by the emotionally faceted humans is definitely fascinating, and eerily reminds me of Geto’s hatred towards non sorcerers.  Dagon was pretty cute in his Cursed Womb stage, and I really liked Hanami because the eldritch environmentalist aesthetic is pretty coolio  👌 .

How do Inumaki children learn to speak if all the adults barely talk, only saying inane words like “salmon” and NOT ACTUALLY meaning “salmon, the fish” but an adult secret code for a definition that you might not even know?? Or do the adults just charmspeak the kids, like ��SPEAK small child, and have full language comprehension, O tiny ball of pudge!” and boom! Babies talking in complete sentences, maybe understanding weird adult customs. Will the child know when then adult actually mean salmon, the fish, and not the code word salmon?

Let’s assume that Inumaki clan children from learning to speak to four or six years old will be able to speak normally until the clan technique sets in (because that’s when the jjk wiki says cursed techniques kick in). How do you explain to a toddler: “Hey sweetie, happy birthday, have a present! Oh, by the way, those cool tattoos of yours mean that you can’t talk normally to anybody anymore, EVER. Only using these specific words as code to mean these specific meanings, restricting any chance of normal interactions with non-sorcerers if by some inane chance you DON’T want to become a child soldier jujutsu sorcerer. Welp, guess you have to become a jujutsu sorcerer now! Make sure to restrict your choice of words, you could kill somebody! Have fun playing with your Legos honey, welcome to adult life.” Like, EXCUSE ME? 

You can’t tell mw a four year old is expected to understand that (or didn’t kill somebody by accident via cursed speech. That MUST have happened at least once). 

This is all an elaborate way of saying please give us Inumaki backstory, I’m very curious.

Anyways, thank you for reading my post, and I hope you have a nice day!

[mymindsmadness]

This is actually the second time I’ve had to write this since near the end, MW decided it was going to crash and not save it last time… I have the worst luck with docs.

Anyway, hope you guys like part 2! I’ve been in kind of a writing slump lately and feel like it’s all been blah, but you guys seem to enjoy it lol

PART ONE

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He looked the same, Harry couldn’t help but think as Draco sat opposite him, his body tight and facing the door in case he had to make a run for it. A little more distinguished, and the hairs around his temples had started to lighten from a cornsilk blond to a wispy silver. The colors blended together so well, Harry was sure no one would really notice but him, and only because he couldn’t look away.

The last time Harry had seen Draco in person had been the day of Draco’s release, though it had been one-sided. The night that Harry had left, Malfoy had made it more than clear that he had no intention of running away. As upsetting as the news had been to Harry, there was something admirable about it too. Things for Draco, and certainly the Malfoy’s as a whole, couldn’t have been easy. Still, he remained. He fought his demons and held his head high. Harry had watched as someone shoved Draco aside that day, spitting vicious things under their breath. Instead of retaliating (as Harry so desperately wanted to do), Draco brushed off the pressed edges of his suit and continued on. Harry couldn’t go to him after that, not when he saw how well Malfoy was doing.

He asked about him when he could - when Hermione or Ron managed to pin him down for a floo call. Ron always wrinkled his nose and changed the topic, but Hermione would simply eye him for a moment before complying.

As for Harry... well, he kept running. He wasn’t sure what he had been running to or from. All he knew was that he had to keep moving. It felt like there was phoenix fire in his heart and felix felicis in his veins. Each day brought a new adventure that landed him in a foreign place. Every now and then he would settle in for a week or so to tune up Sirius’s bike, but he always itched to move again. His hair had grown without him realizing, and his beard soon matched it. Harry found it easier to throw it back in a hair tie rather than cut it. When it reached his shoulders, he begun to see Sirius in his features. He couldn’t bring himself to cut it after that. The tattoos had started as tributes to his parents and fallen friends, but they soon became tokens of the places he visited. Each one was like a passport stamp, telling a story that had yet to be finished.

And now... now he was back. Despite the adventure, despite the fun, despite the freedom... it always came back to him. Then again, it always had come down to Draco Malfoy, hadn’t it? He was always part of Harry’s life; the opposite side of his coin. Harry bedded exotic men and women, some bearing a resemblance to Draco, some not. He had touched, and kissed, and fucked his way through more countries than he cared to admit... but it was never enough. No matter how amazing or new each encounter had been... it was always that night with Draco that would lull him to sleep. The feeling of Malfoy’s frowning lips against his own as Harry snogged the tension away. The strength in Draco’s arms as he squeezed tighter against Harry’s back, Sirius’s bike miles above the clouds. It had been the first time in Harry’s life that he had felt... free. He had been chasing that freedom ever since.

“Typically, when one invites someone out for tea, they have some semblance of conversation prepared. Or did you just invite me to this muggle cafe to watch me squirm? I hate to break it to you, Potter, but I no longer hold an animosity towards muggles.” Harry smiled deeply as he pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket. He remained grinning around the filter as he watched Draco through the bright orange of his lighter’s flame.

“That’s good to know.” Harry offered simply, watching Malfoy squirm under his gaze. “You haven’t changed much otherwise. You’re still a spoiled prat.” Harry tossed out, mostly because he couldn’t help himself.

As predicted, Draco bristled, his spine straightening. “I’ll have you know that I am far from spoiled! I live in a very sensible flat and have given most of the Malfoy fortune to charity. Everything I own now is mine because I’ve earned it!”

“I know.” Harry cut him off calmly, the lines around his eyes deepening. “I’ve asked about you.” At this, Malfoy turned a flattering shade of pink, his spine relaxing.

“Well that’s... foolish, is what it is.” He fidgeted with the edge of his empty tea cup. “We haven’t spoken in a decade and one night of... youthful indiscretion does not make for any type of friendship.”  

“I told you, I’m not here for friendship. I came back for you, Draco.”

He wasn’t sure if it was the use of his given name, or the candidness of his words, but Draco’s whole body seemed to freeze, wide mercury eyes pinning Harry with something akin to fear and skepticism. Harry knew that he was coming on strong, but this had been ten years - no, twenty - in the making. He was tired of pretending, and dancing, and running.

“Bloody Gryffindors.” Malfoy’s slightly buttoned nose scrunched (something Harry found wholeheartedly endearing). “You don’t have to say everything that comes to mind! Some of us tend to think before the words make their way out into the world!” His voice was rising slightly, an edge of panic to them. “And what gives you the right - after all this - I could very well be involved! And you! You’re just here! All fit, and scruffy and calm! It used to be I couldn’t bloody well get you to shut up!”

“First of all, I told you, I’ve checked up on you. If you were involved I wouldn’t be here.” Harry offered, watching Malfoy through the smoke. “Secondly, I suppose I’ve learned over time to only say the things that I mean. And I do - mean it. Thirdly, you think I’m fit?”

“You’re mad.” Draco breathed, his gaze dropping away with a shake of his head. “This is not how one is courted, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh?” Harry’s smile was deep and full again. “I guess we can start with dinner then.” He could practically see the refusal written on Malfoy’s face. “Or we can go back to pretending that we weren’t always obsessed with each other. Frankly, I’d really like to find out about your life from you.” Stubbing out his cigarette, Harry reached across the table and covered Draco’s hand with his own. “I don’t want to play these games anymore, Malfoy. I don’t want to keep pissing off to foreign countries and shagging blokes that remind me of you. I’ve been mad about you for most of my life, and I’m tired of running from that.”

Draco’s eyes lingered on their joined hands before slowly fluttering up to Harry’s face. The was a long pause before he sighed lightly. “If we’re going to dinner you can’t wear that bloody jacket. And for the love of Merlin, stop smoking! Wizard or not, those things will kill you.”

Smiling, Harry squeezed Draco’s hand once. “Yes, dear.”