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mitsies · 9 months

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I know this is like so random but do you have any geto, gojo, nanami, or megumi ao3 recs because the only good fics I’ve read of jjk are ones you’ve written 😭

you have come to the right place :,) i post more recs than fics at this point haha most of these are copy pasted off previous rec lists but have been added onto! the ones with green + marks are NEW RECS

here's a post on how to use ao3 to find fics by yourself for those who dont know <3

gojo + ao3:

+ intrinsic warmth: my favourite fic of all time. like genuinely. insane writing, fucking amazing in every sense of the term. 2nd time recommending this! reader's character is so sick BUT updates real slow (which isnt a bad thing!! good things take time!!) so i wouldn't read if you aren't patient // 122k words, 15 chapters, incomplete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ the witches' brew: super cute fluff! reader owns a cafe, gojo is a regular, it's all around adorable // 2 chapters, 11k words, completed

+ all that is solid melts into air: arranged marriage trope! i haven't read but @/aanobrain loves this one // 7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ cake batter: established relationship w/ dad!gojo & megumi <33 not much to say, just short n sweet, i am such a sucker for dad gojo so its no surprise there's one of these on the list.. // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ best of luck: initial concept is really unique!! confessions, slight angst, takes place at the beginning/middle-ish of s1 i think? so cute loved this <;3 // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ afternoon tea(se): gojo torturing megumi. classic !! so so cute love the banter // 1.7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ my apologies, gordon ramsay: god i hate this man. jk. reader is a teacher and a functional human being; gojo is not. loved! // 8k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ a name known only to paper: platonic, angst- beautifully written, such a unique idea. reader is gojo's older sibling. // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ heart beats: another collection! i looove gojo in this so so cute i also adore bff nanami in the last one haha // 11k words, 3 pieces

+ exposure therapy: this is 1/2 of a 2 piece collection. when i read this for the first time i was floored- i love the creative take, and the reader's character (it was a 'she's so me' moment). this author writes with such a subtle but unadulterated take on love and i adore it // 5k words

+ how to be a human being: 2/2 of the previous rec and the perfect continuation in every sense of the term. oh my gosh, is this masterful- from the relationships & writing of megumi and tsumiki to gojo (i almost forgot this was a rec for him) it's all around amazing // 20k words

+ the sanctity of a name: SO SENTIMENTAL !! what an adorable work that rly goes into the psychology and significance of his technique + upbringing. so real and raw and very him // 2k words, complete, 1 chapter

+ assumptions: omf jealous gojo...... he's so cute in this!! you guys are married and it's almost his birthday, but while you're planning his surprise party he suspects something else.. // 6k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ even with the lights off: RAHHHH another fic that has me floored and pushing the #saveijichi agenda at the same time // 8k words, 2 chapters, complete

nanami + ao3:

+ math help: dad!nanami w son!yuuji.... yeah that's all i really need to say i think! // 1 chapter, 2k words, complete

+ photo albums: nanami shares abt his childhood! // 1k wc, 1 chapter, complete

+ i don't really read for nanami but i would check out @aanobrain and maybe shoot them an ask bc she's a big fan :)

geto + ao3:

+ lessons in love: DAD!GETO.................. im such a sucker for a good family dynamic in fics and this is adorable !! no curse au if i remember right! // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ forever is in your eyes: angsty but ends in fluff :,) touches on his mental state, riko's death, all that! so sweet, i adore how this author writes him <;3 // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly w gojo-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ dog days are over: a series!! by the same author who wrote ripverse which is how you know it's going to be brilliant !! marriage, parenthood, some nsfw moments // 30k words, 5 chapters, incomplete

+ curious cat: cat gojo and neighbor geto.. i love this one! it's so so cute and sweet, if you're looking for some light fluff this is definetely for you // 8k words, 5 chapters, complete

megumi + ao3:

+ complicit: college!au !! i remember reading this and loving it omg, the unique concept kept me hooked and interested, especially paired w the lovely writing! one of my fav series ive read. be warned, last chapter is nsfw // 18k words, 5 chapters, complete

+ a very special december 22nd: cute bday fic :,) forgive me for reccing all this author's megumi fics... theyre just too good !! i love the dynamics, all of it! // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ kisses and cough syrup: THE BANTER!! THE FLUFF!!!!! i love this fic sm, so cute! // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ nocturnal: establishING relationship fics are one of my fav genres and this hits the nail on the head.. he's so stupid silly in this and i know you'll love it like i do // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ lover boy: 2nd year reader, annoying meddling gojo, placed at the beginning-ish where megumi gets beat tf up- what more could you ask for! // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ difficult to not overthink: todo strikes again! you ponder megumi's type // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ten confessions: megumi: ten dif confessions in dif tropes each time, so they can all be read as stand-alone pieces! so so cute and beautifully written.. we all know i love a good confession // 19k words, 7 chapters, incomplete

+ therefore, i am: reader gets mixed up in the world of sorcery.. megumi's there, too! // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ takes one to know one: flowershop au..... convulsing on the ground. my fav trope, ever, and so so cute oh my GOSH // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ i really (x6) like you: fluff!! this is the one i linked in my og ask but it deserves a place here too <3 // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #geto suguru x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #getou suguru x reader #gojo x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #nanami x reader #this is the most i've written in ages LMFAO and i didnt even do anything.. but look at me!! replying to an ask on time!! unheard of honestl #mitz recs

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professionalbratqueen · 2 years

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Situationship Part 2/2

18+ only, please.

You've been avoiding your FWB Ransom during finals.

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Media: Knives Out

Warnings: OFCs in it for like a second, how rich people should tip but usually don't, manhandling, drug use, delicious cake, unprotected sex (oral - f rec), protected sex (vaginal), mention of slapping but no actual slapping, crying, hand feeding, not beta'd

Word Count: 3,022

Notes: If you guys want to like, comment, and repost, that would make my day. 😊 I tried to make the reader have no distinguishing characteristics but if you notice anything, give me a heads up, please.

Read it on AO3.

Part 1

Ransom ordered a whiskey at the open bar, checking his phone. A very short shadow stopped next to him and he looked to find Nita staring up at him with one perfectly groomed brow arched. "What?" he asked, raising both his own eyebrows.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and took his tumbler before he could bring it to his mouth, taking a sip and scrunching her nose. "Ugh. I hate whiskey."

Ransom took his drink back, snorting.

"I saw you made a friend."

He grunted noncommittally and Nita tipped her head to the side, effortlessly showing off the column of her throat and the diamond nestled in the hollow between her collarbones. "How long has that been going on?"

Ransom sipped his drink, eyes watching her over the rim. "You'll have to be more specific."

She hummed.

"I have a lot of friends."

She laughed and he winked at her, then checked his phone again while Nita ordered herself a martini.

"Have you asked him, yet?" Mitzi snatched the glass out of Ransom's hand, swallowing down the rest of the amber liquid and earning herself a glare.

Nita sighed at her friend and handed her the martini since she was so thirsty. "Calm down, we're getting there."

She took the martini with one hand and fluttered the other at Nita dismissively, turning to Ransom with a hissed, "Are you fucking that girl?"

Ransom rolled his eyes. "What girl, Mitz? You know I only have eyes for you."

Nita smacked Ransom's pec with the back of her hand, shaking her head, but Mitzi just cackled. "Oh, you are!"

He sighed heavily and leaned on the bar. "Who I fuck is none of your business."

Mitzi pouted. "It is when you could be fucking me instead."

Nita ordered another martini for herself. "Can you at least pretend you're not a slut when in public?" she asked her, sighing.

Mitzi laughed again. "Him first."

"Oh, like you're so fucking pure," Ransom grumbled at Nita. "You think I don't know you've been banging your personal trainer?"

Nita turned to Mitzi, outraged. "That was private!"

Mitzi shrugged, unconcerned, and finished her martini. "What? It's just Drysdale."

"I love you, too, Mitz," he muttered, checking his phone again.

She cooed at him absently, running her finger down his arm but her attention already waning.

"Well, who is she?" Nita asked, irritated. She got her second martini and stuffed a twenty in the tip jar. "Where is she from? What does she do?"

"Why is she in a hoodie and leggings at a party?" Mitzi interjected.

"At least they're Balenciaga," Nita pointed out.

Mitzi nodded. "Too bad those leggings are ugly as sin."

Nita sipped her drink, eyes on Ransom as he checked his phone yet again. "Waiting for a message?"

"A delivery," he sighed. "I won't hear it over the noise."

"A delivery for what?"

"Food."

Nita glanced over at the tables spread with finger foods, then back to Ransom. "Okaaaaay…"

He flashed her a smile that came nowhere near his eyes. "You're digging, Nita. You know I hate that. Mind your business like a good girl."

It was her turn to roll her eyes. "I'm just curious."

"You're a gossip, is what you are," Mitzi pointed out blithely, looking around for someone more fun than her two oldest friends.

The alert finally came through on his phone after a while and Ransom headed for the front door. Mitzi had long since wandered off to find a dance partner, so Nita followed him. A uniformed courier handed over a mint green box tied with a bow and Ransom handed him a fifty for a tip before shutting the door in his face.

"Is that from the bakery where you got my birthday cake last year?"

"Might be." Ransom headed into the kitchen with his prize and his shadow, collecting two forks and hooking two large bottles of Pellegrino through his fingers.

"Is it cake?"

"Don't you have a one-night stand to pick up?"

"Drysdale, you're the biggest whore in this room, don't lie to me." She stood directly in his path trying to keep him from leaving. "If there's cake, I want cake."

He sighed, put down his burden, and gave her an unimpressed look. "Honey," he started, bodily lifting Nita off her feet like she was a child, "we've talked about this. You're like one of those little fun size candy bars. You have no power here." He set her aside gently, letting her catch her balance on her ridiculous leopard print loubous before letting go. "I'm going upstairs now. Be good and find some poor boy toy to chew on." He picked up the box, forks, and bottles and headed upstairs, snickering at Nita's cursing.

The hallway upstairs was fairly quiet but he knew he'd still have to get the maid service in to sterilize everything; these barbarians would fuck on any surface as long as it was flat enough. He knocked on his bedroom door and only had to wait a moment until his girl opened it, peeking out through a crack, then opening it wider to let him in.

The room was already hazy with smoke and he took a deep breath reflexively. She was dressed in his clothing, which was always hot, although he'd need to get rid of those sweats. "Did you make a nest?" he asked, eyeing what she'd done to his bed.

She shrugged and bounced back onto the mattress, clearly intending on settling down again. Ransom quickly put his offerings on the dresser and lashed a hand out, catching her by the ankle. She went down against the bed with a little squeak and he pulled her back toward him. "Won't need these," he muttered, pulling the sweats off her in one quick yank.

She pulled the sweater down to cover her but got up on her knees at the edge of the bed. "We won't need these, either," she murmured and undid his pants, tugging them down until he kicked them and his shoes off. Her hands burrowed under the button-up he wore, scratching against his skin, and he opened and shed it and his undershirt quickly. Left in just his navy boxer briefs, he nudged her to go back to her little nest.

He grabbed the food and knee-walked on the mattress to join her. He peered at his laptop screen. "What are we watching?"

She took another toke from the pipe, holding her breath for a long moment before answering. "Lilo and Stitch." She started the movie again. "It's so soft and round," she mumbled under her breath and Ransom kept an amused snort inside. He settled against the pillows and handed her one of the Pellegrinos.

He held up the box with its pretty cream bow. "I brought you food."

She made little grabbyhands and he handed the box carefully into them, watching as she set it on her lap and untied it, opening the lid on a beautiful cake. Its frosting was palest pink with tiny buttercream violets all over it and borders of rosebuds on the top and bottom. Her gasp gave him a thrill of something he'd rather not think about.

"Oh, you got me cake," she said quietly, almost reverently.

He handed her one of the forks and she dug in immediately, going directly for one of the rosebuds on top. "Oh, my God, it's chocolate," she moaned around her mouthful and Ransom had to adjust himself in his underwear. When she got to the filling, she gave a sound he'd heard her make several times when they were fucking and his half-chub went full. "Is this mocha?"

He smirked. "I know what you like, princess."

She smiled at him, eyes clear, face bright, and Ransom was alarmed to feel his heart thump extra hard. Before he could say something to dispel the feeling she leaned into him and gave him a kiss, closed-mouthed and sweet. "Thank you."

She went back to eating her cake, opening her Pellegrino to drink. She turned her little cartoon back on and smiled at the screen, looking happy and relaxed in a way he was pretty sure he'd never seen before. When she'd had her fill, Ransom put the box on the side table with the forks and the drinks. She cuddled up to him and he put his arm around her.

They both smoked some more, until the room was misty and she ended up sprawled on his lap. He put two fingers under her chin and tilted her face up to him. The kiss started slow and easy, tasting of chocolate and buttercream. His tongue slid past her lips and retreated before she mimicked him. She shifted around in his lap, teeth catching on his bottom lip sharply before letting it go.

He kissed and nipped his way down her neck, sucking over her pulse just hard enough to make her squirm, not looking to leave a bruise. The last time he'd left a mark, they'd had an explosive argument and she'd accused him of trying to claim his territory. His hands wandered over the cashmere of the borrowed sweater, playing with her nipples through the fabric and smirking when she gasped.

He spread her out on her back, pushing his sweater up over her chest and spreading her legs wide enough to get his shoulders between them. He kissed along her tummy, nipping over her belly button to make her squeak, then moving downward. She smelled like his body wash and it was driving him crazy. Her pussy was already glistening with arousal and he thumbed gently over her clit, watching her shiver. She stared down at him, eyes slightly unfocused.

The first stroke of his tongue went from her opening up to her clit, circling there lazily for a moment before going back down. He slid it inside her before licking back up and taking her little bud into his mouth and sucking gently. Her back arched and she let out a whine, fingers tangling in his hair. She pulled on it, then grabbed two fistfuls and pushed his face to her more tightly, lifting her hips.

He flickered his tongue against her rapidly and listened to her cries as she bucked her hips, grinding against him as much as he'd let her. He sucked again and her head fell back, a soft groan leaving her throat. "Ransom…"

The sound he made was nearly a growl and he redoubled his efforts with his tongue. He liked hearing his name on her lips, even when she was angry and they were fighting. Hearing it now, with his mouth on her and her nails scratching his scalp in desperation, was almost euphoric.

He focused mainly on her clit, knowing better than to try going after her G spot again after what he'd done earlier. She liked it rough but she got sensitive after. The one time he'd tried it again too soon and she'd actually pulled hair off his head and then slapped him when he sat up. Fun in certain circumstances, but not then.

He rubbed her hips when she started shaking and just let the edge of his teeth barely touch her clit. She curled up and forward over him, still clutching his hair, and shouted his name as she climaxed. He slowed, then eventually stopped, pushing her back so he could sit up again, breathing hard, face wet, hair sticking up every which way. She slumped back against the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He tried (and failed) not to sound too smug when he said, "You good?"

She flopped a hand in his direction, shivering. He rubbed a hand over her tummy, up her abdomen, and between her breasts. "It's okay," he murmured, self-satisfied, "take your time." Her hand came back up, this time flipping him off, and he laughed. "Oh, well, if you insist…" He ditched his boxer briefs and then yanked the sweater over her head, leaving them both naked.

She screeched in surprise and smacked at him half-heartedly. "What the fuck, Ransom!" He laughed and got a condom out of the nightstand, slipping it on before he dragged her up for a kiss, hands wandering where he pleased.

His girl got with the program quickly, her own hands exploring his chest, tweaking his nipples, then smoothing down to–there was no other word for it–pet at his abs. He laughed softly into the kiss and she bit his bottom lip in retaliation.

He pressed her back down onto the bed, nudging her legs out and up so her knees were almost at her shoulders, hips settling in the cradle of her own, and cock nestled in the slick little valley between her labia. He tipped his head to deepen the kiss and rocked a little, sliding against her and bumping her clit gently with his glans. She moaned softly and reached down, grabbing his ass with both hands and squeezing.

Ransom squirmed at that, loving how she could submit one second and the next, she was trying to drag him harder and faster against her. He broke the kiss to lick and kiss around her ear to that one super sensitive spot she had just behind the lobe. He gave it a sharp nip, then immediately sucked hard at it and she went wild under him. One hand left his ass to scratch at his back, a cry leaving her lips that was all kinds of frantic.

"Ransom," she gasped, really digging her short nails in on his ass to make her point, "don't tease!"

He huffed at having his fun curtailed but pulled back, getting up on his knees and grabbing his cock, feeding himself into her cunt. They groaned in unison and Ransom let his head fall back on his shoulders. She was silken, tight, and so goddamn warm inside. He rocked his hips a few times to reach the end of her. She held still for him, hands curling around her own thighs to keep her legs up. Her mouth was slick and shiny, red and puffy from their kiss, eyes locked on him, all pupil.

He rocked a little more, a little faster, her own lubrication easing his way the more he moved. Her breathing changed, started coming in little pants that matched the rolling rhythm he was building and Ransom watched her let her legs go, arms reaching up to brace on his headboard. He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs to keep her where he wanted, changing his angle minutely every few minutes.

He knew he was close to what he wanted when she gave a tiny moan with her panting breaths, eyes blinking closed for a long moment. His strokes came faster now, and he shifted just the littlest bit more and she sobbed, back arching as much as it could in this position. He grinned down at her devilishly and started speeding up, repeatedly nailing that one spot, high up, almost to her cervix.

Her moans gave way to cries and he let one thigh go to play with her clitoris, teasing at first before he began rubbing it directly. Her eyes widened and she got louder and louder, her pussy fluttering around him tellingly. She almost screamed when she came, riding it out with a series of whimpers Ransom wished he'd had the forethought to record. She clamped down on him like a damn vise and he cursed, letting his head fall back again and gritting his teeth to keep himself focused.

Ransom fucked her through it and kept going, even harder now, faster. "Good girl, baby, good girl. Gimme another."

She whined and shook her head, face flushed and hairline beading with sweat. "No, no, nooooo–ah, Ransom, fuck!" He was back to rubbing her clit, harder than he did for anyone else and so fast his wrist started cramping at the angle. She writhed under him with a shriek, squirming like she was trying to get away from him.

"You can do it, I know you can," he murmured. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight, princess, so wet, come on, give it up, one more…" He hammered that spot inside her, watching tears starting to slide down her face. "Come on, come, fucking come for me, be a good girl…"

She went absolutely silent and her body arched, every muscle locking as she came again. Ransom groaned at the grip of wet velvet, so tight his eyes crossed for a moment. "Oh…good fucking girl," he panted. Her body unlocked all at once and she collapsed against the mattress with a sob, still crying with aftershocks. He fucked her through it, chasing his own end now and held her hips to him in a bruising grip when he came, thrusts slowing, pausing now and then to just press as far into her as he could.

He pulled out gently and rolled off her when they were both done, disposing of the condom. When he came back, he pulled her to his chest and rubbed her back as she cried, hiccoughing through it as she came down. "Shh. You're okay, you did it. Such a good girl."

She clung to him and snuggled, wiping her tears away after a handful of moments. "That…that was…"

"Yeah," he answered, awed this time instead of smug. "You good? Want some water?"

She sniffled again and nodded, smiling up at him. He helped her back into the little nest, opening her Pellegrino for her and helping her drink from the big bottle. Her hands were shaking so he fed her little bites of chocolate cake with a fork, petting her hair as she came down all the way.

Eventually, she couldn't keep her eyes open and put the cake and bottle on the night table along with the laptop. Easing her and the pillows down and settling next to her, he pulled the covers over them and cuddled her close. He very carefully didn't think about how much he wanted this to be a regular thing as he fell asleep.

#situationship #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale #chris evans #my writing #knives out

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girlactionfigure · 3 years

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Only when he got older he realized just how fortunate he and his family were to be alive.

“The extermination of most of his relatives and millions of other Jews by the Nazis; the intrusive, unemployed immigrants who survived and crowded his parents’ small apartment; his sickly childhood; his mother’s dark moods; his own ever-present depression” - all of this, he survived, according to Patricia Cohen of The New York Times.

He was born in Brooklyn to Polish-Jewish immigrant parents on June 10, 1928.

One of his earliest photographs (attached to this story) shows him as an infant - “a plump, round-faced, slanting-eyed, droopy-lidded, arching-browed creature” held by his mother, with his older siblings, according to writer Margalit Fox.

Growing up, Murray as he was then known “harbored ongoing fear of the perils that might lurk outside of his home and neighborhood” and remembered how he celebrated his bar mitzvah, according to writer Stephen Whitfield.

That's when his father discovered that much of his extended family had died in concentration camps. The young boy thought he had "done something very bad, that I had made him suffer more than he had to."

“The death of members of his extended family during the Holocaust . . . exposed him at a young age to the concept of mortality,” according to NPR.

“As he got older, he was constantly aware of his marginality and difference,” wrote Whitfield.

He seemed to be always sick, but when he was well, he could be naughty. He remembered his mother often called him “vilde chaya”, which in Yiddish meant "wild animal".

“His view of the outside world was often limited. . . and the little that he could see from his window,” according to PBS. “It was during this time that he began to draw and to allow his imagination to run free.”

He made a name for himself as an illustrator. When he received an opportunity to write his first book, he used the title "Where the Wild Horses Are" - unfortunately, he realized he couldn't draw horses, so he told his editor. His editor would respond, "Well, what can you draw?"

He would answer "Things."

He would become “the most important children’s book artist of the 20th century, who wrenched the picture book out of the safe, sanitized world of the nursery and plunged it into the dark, terrifying and hauntingly beautiful recesses of the human psyche,” according to the New York Times.

He remembers receiving a letter from one fan:

In an interview with NPR, he is quoted as saying, “A little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children's letters – sometimes very hastily – but this one I lingered over . . . I wrote, 'Dear Jim: I loved your card.' Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said: 'Jim loved your card so much he ate it.' That to me was one of the highest compliments I've ever received . . . He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”

~~~~~

“Maurice Sendak has been one of the most consistently inventive and challenging voices in children’s literature,” according to PBS. “His books and productions are among the best-loved imaginative works of their time. Like the Grimm brothers before him, Sendak has created a body of work both entertaining and educational, which will continue to be popular for generations.”

“Roundly praised, intermittently censored and occasionally eaten, Mr. Sendak’s books were essential ingredients of childhood for the generation born after 1960 or thereabouts, and in turn for their children,” wrote Fox. “He was known in particular for more than a dozen picture books he wrote and illustrated himself, most famously ‘Where the Wild Things Are,’ which was simultaneously genre-breaking and career-making when it was published by Harper & Row in 1963.”

He brought “to life a world of fantasy and imagination,” according to PBS. “His unique vision is loved around the globe by both young and old.”

When he died in 2012, the Washington Post wrote:

“They say that a creative adult is simply a child who has survived. Sendak survived a great deal, losing relatives in the Holocaust and struggling through a childhood that he remembered as “a very passionate, upsetting, silly, comic business.”

“And his books captured this — never talking down, yet always reassuring.

“The best writers are the ones who trust their audiences. Sendak did. And we trusted him right back.

“Sendak did not lie to children. He did not attempt to say that the world was more or less difficult than it was.”

~~~~~

In 2008 in the New York Times, Sendak revealed that he was gay and had lived with his partner, psychoanalyst Eugene Glynn (February 25, 1926 – May 15, 2007), for 50 years before Glynn's death in May 2007.

In that article, Sendak said he never told his parents: "All I wanted was to be straight so my parents could be happy," he recalled. "They never, never, never knew."

In a 2011 interview with NPR host Terry Gross, Mr. Sendak said "finding out that I was gay when I was older was a shock and a disappointment. I did not want to be gay. It meant a whole different thing to me — which is really hard to recover now because that's many years ago. I always objected to it because there is a part of me that is solid Brooklyn and solid conventional and I know that. I can't escape that. It's my genetic makeup. It's who I am."

Elisabeth Hoffman of the Baltimore Sun wrote, “Why do we pass laws that isolate, demean and shame people for something so utterly personal? It's no surprise that gay teens are bullied. No surprise that Maurice Sendak had to hide part of his identity from his parents — and from his readers.”

“In that often emotional NPR interview, Sendak also said: "I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more. What I dread is the isolation. There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die. But I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready."

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“His work . . . did not seek to forget the emotional threats that scarred his life,” wrote Whitfield. “Sendak’s recollections of dread and danger instead became the source of a painstaking creativity that [Golan Y.] Moskowitz [author of “Wild Visionary: Maurice Sendak in Queer Jewish Context”] readily calls illustrations of “genius.” Sendak believed that his fantasies must instill truths, rather than confirm the conventions of innocence, and this thinking revolutionized the way that young people were understood and addressed.”

In that last interview with NPR, “the beloved children’s writer and illustrator was 83 years old and in declining health. He was feeling the loss of people close to him who had died in recent years. Inevitably, the discussion turned to issues of mortality … By the time it was over there were teary-eyed people in cars all across North America. One listener, Brent Eades, left a message on the NPR Web site: “I happened to be listening to this extraordinary interview while on the early-morning commute from my small Ontario town to Ottawa. I was entirely absorbed in it; and the final couple of minutes left me with tears streaming down my face, which I’m sure nonplussed my fellow commuters.”

~~~~~

In “Where the Wild Things Are”, Sendak wrote:

“ . . . the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go we’ll eat you up-we love you so!”

And Max said, “No!”

The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth

and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws

but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye

and sailed back over a year

and in and out of weeks

and through a day

and into the night of his very own room

where he found his supper waiting for him.”

~ jsr

The Jon S. Randal Peace Page

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. . mitzi's recs: gojo satoru ! . . ao3 & tumblr

⋆ on ao3

˒ intrinsic warmth / thatdesklamp . . this list is in no particular order, but this fic is at the top for a reason. ive been pushing the iw agenda since chapter 3. beautiful writing and a unique, interesting plot; canon-typical violence/angst, eventual smut, poignant emotions, such a wonderful read! . . 19/23 chapters, 175k wc, bonus pieces on @/thatdesklamp's tumblr!

˒ ripverse / seoafin . . a compilation of related fics. again, this author is so talented, and the writing never falls short. stsg, not just gojo. please be mindful of the tags; if i remember correctly, there is a fair amount of mature content. . . 8 works, 55k wc, also found on tumblr under @/seoafin!

˒ the witches' brew / orphan account . . a classic café au. such a fun read; not only is it sweet, it's funny! enjoyed every second of this. . . 2/2 chapters, 11k wc

˒ all that is solid melts into air / grilledtandoorismoke . . an arranged marriage trope! personally, i have no read this, but from my friends: this reader has a very unique personality, making it a particularly interesting read. . . 1/1 chapters, 7k wc, also has a few other pieces on their acct

˒ among dawn flowers (the face of god) / unolvrs . . beautifully written, basically pure angst. referenced mythology makes this especially interesting. reading this was truly painful in the best way conceivable. . . 8/8 chapters, 39k wc

˒ exposure therapy / seoafin . . another compilation of fics by the same author. this is much less angsty than ripverse (god bless), and considers a scenario in which fushiguro toji becomes a teacher. more stsg than just gojo but who gaf the more the merrier . . 3 works, 30k wc

˒ cake batter / uzuisus . . established relationship w/ dad!gojo & megumi. not much to say, just short n sweet, i am such a sucker for dad gojo so its no surprise there's one of these on the list . . 1/1 chapter, 2k wc

˒ afternoon tea(se) / flintstrike . . gojo torturing megumi. u can't go wrong! so so cute love the banter, a very short and sweet read! . . 1/1 chapter, 1k wc

˒ my apologies, gordon ramsay / innka . . reader is a teacher and a functional human being; gojo is not. loved! a very fun piece to read, n so so cute. . . 1/1 chapter, 8k wc

˒ a name known only to paper / yeeternity . . platonic, very much only angst- beautifully written, such a unique idea. leaves you wishing for more insight into this relationship. reader is gojo's older sibling . . 1 chapter, 3k wc

˒ heart beats / reinerispretty . . another collection! i looove gojo in this so so cute i also adore bff nanami in the last one . . 3 works, 11k wc

˒ the sanctity of a name / celestiales . . SO SENTIMENTAL !! what an adorable work that rly goes into the psychology and significance of his technique + upbringing. so real and raw and very him . . 1/1 chapter, 2k wc

˒ assumptions / tomodachi . . jealous gojo. he's so cute in this!! you guys are married and it's almost his birthday, but while you're planning his surprise party he suspects something else.. . . 1/1 chapter, 6k wc

˒ even with the lights off / frethunine . . another fic that has me floored and pushing the #saveijichi agenda at the same time . . 1/1 chapters, 8k wc

⋆ on tumblr

˒ muscle memory / hyomagiri . . ofc ellie fic first. this is so so precious! ellie's characterisation is, as always, perfection; hes such a loser in this it makes me want to cry

˒ made with love / missmeinyourbones . . dad!gojo fluff and god knows u can never have enough of that. lovely writing, so so heartwarming :,)

˒ family photo / naosaki . . a very long, but very worth it read. art never fails to impress and this is no different; beautiful symbolism and even better writing, such a sweet plot. also dad gojo!

˒ 10:15 am / naosaki . . as opposed to the previous fic, this one is very short, very stupid, and still so so sweet. maybe i'm a little biased though considering it was written for me!

˒ formation b / earthtooz . . a take on that one scene where nobara, yuuji, and gojo think megumi is being hit on. this one always makes me smile.

˒ no good, very bad date / sixosix . . six strikes again with the fluffiest fluff ever. nauseating fluff, even, in the best way possible! he's obsessed w u in this

˒ all mine / jleiji . . drunk gojo. ei's writing is always so so good (even if she's never watched jjk...) he's such a clingy loser in this you're gonna love it as much as i did!

˒ obsessed / ode2rin . . just as the title says, another hit from my future best friend! an absolute gem from mimi! the humour is unmatched, he's such a stupid idiot u will wind up giggling before u know it. also ur married

˒ undercover florist / selarina . . rina is so talented, and i have adored everything she's written, but this will always be my fav :,) flowershop aus are my fav, and UGH this makes me so happy! so in character bc YEAH he would have the audacity

˒ by expensive tiles and elite gym pools / shotorus . . who would i be if sel wasn't on this list! established relationship, satoru is a swimmer, this is absolutely precious :,)

˒ first kiss / saetoru . . exactly as the title says; your & satoru's first kiss. so adorable, makes u miss warm weather. he's such a loser boy in this (common theme in my favs)

˒ clean linen / pupkashi . . such an adorable piece! so fluffy, perfectly encapsulates the feeling of coming home after a long day :,)

˒ everything in twos / alaboadoa . . soph does it again! so sweet with an edge of melancholy (because it's soph and this is jjk), a longing kinda sweetness that makes u want more!!

˒ crazy / saerins . . another piece that's all beautiful and a little sad in a nostalgic, gentle way. so beautifully done, i could read aeri's dialogue forever!

˒ ringing in the new year / itadores . . contains some drinking and, unsurprisingly, a new year's kiss. adorable no matter the season; this author's work feels like a warm hug!

˒ the colour yellow / kashimos-hajime . . angst in a poignant, emotional way. so beautiful. another long read, the longest on this post thus far, but worth everything. usually, i avoid hanahaki, but this is stunning in every way!

˒ first kisses & falling in love / augustinewrites . . i love all of augustine's works, but i find myself coming back to this one the most :,) fluff w megumi & tsumiki & gojo, and confessions!

⋆this writing does not belong to me; they're the products of incredibly talented writers and their wonderful minds! please be respectful whilst interacting with them, and tell them how awesome they are! remember, they do this for free :D

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i just read "intrinsic warmth" and it was sooo good ( YOU AHVE AMAZING TASTE). pls give us more gojo recs ao3 or tumblr.

gojo + ao3:

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+ the witches' brew: super cute fluff! reader owns a cafe, gojo is a regular, it's all around adorable // 2 chapters, 11k words, completed

+ all that is solid melts into air: arranged marriage trope! i haven't read but @/aanobrain loves this one // 7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ best of luck: initial concept is really unique!! confessions, slight angst, takes place at the beginning/middle-ish of s1 i think? so cute loved this <;3 // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ afternoon tea(se): gojo torturing megumi. classic !! so so cute love the banter // 1.7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ my apologies, gordon ramsay: god i hate this man. jk. reader is a teacher and a functional human being; gojo is not. loved! // 8k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ a name known only to paper: platonic, angst- beautifully written, such a unique idea. reader is gojo's older sibling. // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

gojo + tumblr:

+ untitled by @/augustinewrites: actually idk if there's a title and if i just can't find it but... this is so so cute love me a lil drunkass gojo hes so cute and the author writes him so well i am a huge fan LMFAO just check out their whole masterlist if u havent alr!!

+ i could fall asleep or stare in your eyes (you're right by my side) by @/seoafin: hurt/comfort !!! lovely, this author's writing style is so so good i eat this shit UPP

+ growing pains by @/seoafin: another lovely work by this author!! im pretty sure they also wrote ripverse (on the ao3 part) as well? parental gojo again!

+ close combat by @aanobrain: honestly it's taking everything in me to not link all of art's gojo fics so i'm limiting myself to my fav 3, and this is one: love the reader's personality, so so much and NO im not biased bc i helped write it....

+ family photo by @aanobrain: fifteen THOUSAND words of pure mastery. the motifs, techniques, all make an intricate storyline even better- wonderful characterisation and i cannot express enough how amazing this is

+ 10:15 AM by @aanobrain: short n silly. this one makes me giggle. i requested it in return for an aki fic i wrote which is how u know its good. ok bye done w aanobrain art now i dont even know them who is this

+ quiet game drabble by @/moonbeamwritings: so so cute looooove silent treatment fics bc theyre always so silly n this is characterised so well !!

+ no good, very bad date by @sixosix: again i am fighting my demons to not rec all of six's gojo fics........ THIS ONE IS MY FAV THO!!! so so fluffy so sooo fluffy i thrw up in my mouth (in a good way)

+ fan letters by @sixosix: FLUSTERED GOJO............. i was hissing and squirming and [REDACTED] wjen i read this for the first time. short n so so sweet

+ formation b! by @earthtooz: oh god another place where i want to give u the whole masterlist... go check it out if u havent alr but this is a classic i LOOOVE my sillies !! teacher gojo based on that one ending cutscene w megumi its so so sweet

+ untitled by @earthtooz: ok again idk if there is a title i am finding all of these fics bc theyre saved in my drafts but.... THIS IS SO CUTE!! if i were to give it a name i'd call it 'gojo being awhore but only for u'

+ untitled by @/od4saku: hmmmmmmmmm this is cute!!!!! kinda a character study i liked it ;)

okay so... this is as far as ima go because i have been staring at this man's face and name for way longer than is probably healthy!! but if u want more recs i'm sure i can find some because i'm actually insane!! hope i could help !

#gojo satoru x reader #SORRY IM GETTING TO THIS SO LATE </3 im here now!!!#first 4 are compiled from previous posts #at some point i think ill make a masterpost w a bunch of my favs on ao3 #mitz recs #this is only the tip of the iceburg tbh #iceberg #however tf u spell that!

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