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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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Gojo Satoru x Reader

ウタカタ (Hey, let's stay like this forever)

there is a side helping of Geto Suguru x Reader and Ieri Shoko x Reader in this as well, lucky you. Fifteen year old sorcerers are messy and emotional and a damn delight, lucky you

"Why did you throw the match?"

It's the next day when Satoru-san clatters up to you on your way to one of the libraries.

The way your lips press flat together and you wrinkle your nose is automatic, shown before you think to reel it back.

You step back automatically, even though Satoru-san has never really been the one to reach out and touch people.

"You won. You were going to win anyways," you say, a hard pit in your stomach, clutching your notebook to your chest.

He looks... put out, his eyes boring into yours over the rim of his sunglasses.

"You shouldn't give up early," he says, sulky.

The tone surprises you and it must show on your face because Satoru-san relaxes a bit, slumping over with his hands on his pockets.

You don't know what to say to him. You don't want to say anything, don't want to explain yourself. Satoru-san is smart. It feels like if you say anything he'll see right through you.

"What if it was a curse," he goes on, oddly awkward.

Is he... trying to reassure you? That seems a little off base, but he's also not leaving.

"You're not a curse," you say, confused. "You're a person." You curse your own name in your head. You need to stop talking.

Satoru-san half-scowls, looking petulant.

"What about a curse-user?"

"You're not a curse-user either," you say, feeling uncomfortable. You've never actually encountered a curse user that you had to fight. The wildfire draw of your power is always there, the what-if of what you could do if there were no rules bounding the places in your mind where it feels safe to use your power.

"I'm going to get ice cream" he says suddenly.

"Um, okay." The non-sequitur throws you, your grip on the notebook loosening just slightly.

He blinks at you expectantly over the rim of his glasses. He also isn't leaving.

He rolls his eyes at you like you're the slowest thing he's ever encountered and grabs your wrist.

"Come on."

"Hey!"

It's a nominal protest, more to do with how he could easily yank you off your feet than anything else. It means there's not much choice but to follow him, stumbling a few steps quicker so you're standing by his side instead of behind.

He lets go of you so quickly, pausing so he's behind you and buffeting you downward with the threat of stepping on the backs of your shoes.

Coming around the corner, you catch sight of the other two.

"If you explain yourself, people come around faster," Suguru-san calls up, gaze fixed over your shoulder.

"Why would I do that?" Satoru-san asks, but he sounds like he's smiling as you scoot behind Shoko-san for the space to tuck your notebook away.

"Where are we going?" you ask him, only for him to refuse to explain, darting off on his stupid-long legs and leaving the rest of you to follow. Suguru-san easily keeps pace, rolling his eyes good-naturedly and trailing back enough that it forces Satoru-san to slow down before he loses the rest of you.

Shoko-san looks amused but lets you grab her hand and tug her along so that you're clustered together.

You're pretty sure you're not technically supposed to be off campus yet, Yaga-sensei is going to throw a fit. The future knowledge of danger though just makes this seem something like an adventure, like you're all just normal teenagers breaking school rules for something simple and normal.

Satoru-san crowds at your back when you get to the ice-cream shop, yelling his order over everyone else's heads like he owns the place.

He doesn't scare you, this boy who people say will be the next god in the jujutsushi world. He's a skinny, too-tall highschooler, loud, trying so hard to be happy. He doesn't need to. He could be cruel, a bully. He could have really hurt you, but he hadn't.

And he's right. You had held back, because it doesn't matter that he's got some legendary power. You'd held back because you couldn't figure out a way to attack that wouldn't hurt him.

Well, hurt a normal person.

Satoru-san pays. He also steals spoonfuls from everyone's cups except Shoko's who playfully slaps him out of the way of the huge waffle cone she'd gotten.

It breaks enough ice for Suguru-san to offer you a taste of his, hojicha, and he accepts a spoonful of yours until you're trading ice cream back and forth, Shoko-san gently mocking by offering you what she won't let Satoru-san steal.

Shoko-san stops in a convenience store with Suguru-san on the way back. It leaves you alone with him again.

"You're right," you say. "I shouldn't have given up even though I'm not good enough to beat you the way I would like to."

Satoru-san snorts, but it's not an unkind sound. "I'm not fragile."

Seems like it's too late to pretend with him, which is something of a relief. You won't have to be so careful with your words.

"I discovered my technique when someone tried to bully me in elementary school. They pushed me down and tried to hit me and I was too scared to realize I wasn't getting hurt before I pushed them away and sent them flying three meters."

Satoru-san laughs, and you have to admit it's a bit funny. Your six year old self had been terrified of getting in trouble. It was only because no one could believe a kid could send someone flying that far without leaving a single bruise on their own knuckles that you'd gotten away with it.

"When Takao-sensei showed up and started taking me to the dojo, it was far too easy for me to seriously injure the other students, because of my technique." You'd dislocated shoulders, broken knees and noses. Not on purpose, but because you didn't know what to do with the energy that pounded into you from practice strikes until it all released in a single strike.

Satoru-san going after you head-on instead of moving around your blocks had evoked that same feeling - unable to get away because you knew he would never respect outright running, too outclassed by his natural speed to put pause to the onslaught, too unwilling to sincerely fight him on the off chance you'd actually hit him and damage the most important sorcerer on campus.

"If you'd been a curse I would have gotten out of the way and attacked you from the side again, or just shot you up into the sky." The image of the curse you'd done that to and how it all but impaled itself upon your blade on the way back down made your lips twitch in amusement.

"That could be interesting," he said, baring his teeth in a grin. "I've never had an aerial battle before."

What an intriguing thought.

"Maybe a rematch someday."

The bell over the convenience store's door jangles.

"Who's having a rematch?" Shoko-san tucks something into her pocket. "I just fixed your arm, don't let him break it again."

Satoru-san stuck out his tongue at her and turned back to you. "If you wait until you're ready you'll never catch up." His gaze was haughty, a challenge. "Not that you ever will."

You felt like you were going to fall over from how hard you were laughing, bent over your own stomach.

Shoko-san was staring at you, a half-smile on her lips, fingers tapping on the new box in her pocket.

"Ha-" you wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, abdominal muscles aching. You giggled one more time, "I'm not that easily baited, Satoru-san."

Shoko-san had stepped up the road out of direct line of sight to the store and was pulling the cellophane off the box of cigarettes. You followed her back out into the bright spring afternoon, relishing the warmth after eating something cold and then standing in the shadows of the trees.

The other two quickly caught up, Satoru-san looking distinctly pouty.

"Are you really going to start sparring with us?" Suguru-san asked. He was, as always much more intentionally polite than Satoru-san. However, there was something eerily eager in his expression too.

You caught a pebble on the tip of your shoe and kicked it down the road.

Satoru-san's provocation had been intentionally a little silly as much as it had been serious. You'd notice him do that sometimes - say something halfway wise or something that could be almost good advice, only to pull the chair out from under it as it was about to land.

You weren't competing to become another special grade sorcerer, to clamber up to where they were. A sorcerer fought alone and for their own convictions. It was one of the first bitter lessons Takao-sensei had taught you.

"I really don't want anyone to get hurt," you sighed. Suguru-san would understand, out of the two of them. He was the one who understood collateral damage the most, even if he was weird about it.

Shoko-san blew a stream of sweet smelling smoke by your ear. She was as invaluable as the other two and got paid the salary to show it and her cigarettes always smelled like good tobacco, almost like the hand-rolled stuff the old men in your town used to smoke outside their favorite gathering places.

"I need to practice my technique too. If no one's getting hurt what's the point?"

That little bit of eagerness, the spark of battle which Satoru-san's curiosity had inspired was almost easy to grasp again. It was cold and sharp, like light caught in a marble.

You wanted... you wanted to try. A jujutsushi's life was never safe, never without danger. It was one thing to destroy curses, but Satoru-san was right. If you waited to try until you knew you could do something, wasn't that the same as not trying? Takao-sensei had promised comrades for whom you wouldn't be an immediate danger.

At the time, it had seemed like the first solace you might have in a while. But if you were going to remain a sorcerer, remain alongside these people who dragged you off campus to break the rules, to laugh and steal food from one another and live knowing your work let others live, you couldn't just wait.

"Weren't you the one who just told me not to let my arm get broken again?" But it was said with a teasing lilt.

Shoko-san bit down on the filter of her cigarette and pulled at your arm, sliding the sleeve up and holding the limb up to the light. "Not for a week. You have two arms though."

"And two legs," Suguru-san added. "Your footwork needs work anyways."

"You know I was promoted to second kyu before enrolling here, right?"

"Was that before or after you started throwing matches?"

"Ouch. As long as I'm the one getting hurt, I guess. Shoko-san, please make sure to heal me!" you smiled at her. "You're the coolest one here, so I'll leave my body in your care."

Shoko-san scoffed, but patted your arm kindly.

There was a tug at your back, and then Satoru-san was bolting ahead, your notebook held in his hands.

"What-?! Satoru-san!"

"Who's this?" He was flipping through pages and got to one of the dividers where you had pasted a picture of -

"Deguchi Aki," you replied, squinting at the photo, "and Itano Tomomi. I think."

Suguru-san was also squinting into the distance. It occurred to you that you should probably chase after Satoru-san before he lost the loose pages simply tucked in the book.

"Idols?" Suguru-san guessed.

"Yeah, I saw the group debut a new song at the end of last year. Satoru-san!" He was flipping through pages now in a way that was actually make you nervous.

He laughed when you chased after him, using his advantage of height to hold the book out of your reach.

"Come on, I know you can jump higher than that."

You actually could, especially since you'd left your umbrella on campus and were already warmed up from the walk.

"Hah!"

You snatched at the notebook and grazed the cover. Satoru-san just showed too many teeth, but you didn't see his eyes go a little wide as you spun on your landing foot and launched yourself into the air again.

He was fast, as expected, and you only touched the second lowest ring this time.

"Satoru-san, I haven't had time to punch holes in the loose pages!"

This time he swung the book loosely while you chased it around his body.

Just as you were about to reach it, pushing your speed higher with cursed energy, a black blur missed your nose by centimeters.

You looked up, blinking in surprise. You reached for the book in Suguru-san's hands, but he twitched the book out of your reach.

"Hm, I think your notes are more organized than mine," he teased, hopping backwards when you tried to see what page he was on.

"I've never seen your notes." Sorcerer uniforms didn't usually have a lot of material hanging off of them so they couldn't be grabbed. You only mourned that loss now when it meant you couldn't steal anything from Suguru-san in return.

"We should study together," he said. closing the book and reaching out to hand it to you.

"Mm, okay."

Shoko-san appeared in front of you, smiling faintly, and when she was gone, the scent of smoke and lemon was left behind and your notebook was nowhere to be found.

"They're cute," she said, peering at the same page Satoru-san had opened to.

"They're really good," you said brightly. "I'll show you a video when we get back."

"Sure, show me."

Shoko pulled further away every time you nearly caught up, and her odd wheezing laughter was starting to catch in her throat once you realized what she was up to and simply started to chase her back up the road to the school.

Just before you would have caught her for real, Satoru-san once more dashed ahead, this time picking Shoko-san up on his back over her protests.

"Shall we?" Suguru-san appeared at your side, offering you his hand.

You recalled his speed and nodded, determined. "Let's go."

His smile was open and excited when you wrapped your arms around his neck and cheered him onward.

You raced all the way to the gates, Suguru-san and Satoru-san happily trampling past a ruddy-faced Yaga-sensei, already bellowing something about neglecting the education of young sorcerers, but you're all laughing, cheeks chilled by the spring breeze, shouting back We're home.

*いゔどっと - ウタカタ (Ivudot - Utakata) title from this song

Utakata is a word that can mean a bubble on the surface of a liquid, or as an adjective mean something ephemeral, transient.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #this is set in #omegaverse #but has no mention of #a/b/o dynamics #or #a/b/o #gn #it is after the first time this mc fought against Satoru and couldn't decide how to fight back fast enough to avoid injury #benefits of writing a bullet point outline of the early days #I can expand on those bullet points more easily than inventing totally new things #reader insert #alpha!reader #getou suguru x reader #ieri shoko x reader #if anyone's wondering i think Satoru dragged them to a foreign style ice cream place #he probably got something nonsensical with lots of add-ins and strawberries or chocolate #maybe shortcake or something like those tillamook ice cream sandwich things #suguru got a very light and refreshing hojicha which was one of the few traditional flavors on the menu #he would have gotten matcha or mint but he knows a better matcha place #shoko had something like ginger and lemon/brandysnap flavor in a cone instead of a cup #(when satoru is paying she likes to may him Pay haha)#brandysnap because i like the way that cookie sounds and it's something i can see being in an asian shop branding as european

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nostalgia-tblr · 5 months

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u know, once someone has pointed out the orientalism in most of fandom's depictions of jotun!loki you can never unsee it.

#it was always easy enough to spot in fanart but in fic you can't *see* it so it's maybe a bit less obvious? or else i'm just a bit thick.#but he's always in diaphanous silk 'bellydancer'-style garments and covered in gold hoop jewellery isn't he? D:#and none of the *other* jotuns get dressed like that so that plays even more into the 'exotic flower full of delicate eastern promise' thin #he's dressed to lounge around in a 19th century englishman's interpretation of the ottoman sultan's harem for some reason #(i've been reading some Thorki Arranged Marriage Fics of late and oh. my. god. can you find another less racist aesthetic pls?)#also semi-aside but i only just noticed fandom fixed the lack of jotun women in canon by just making them all Fantasy Hermaphrodites #even if someone breaks convention and gives Loki a birth mother it's usually a he/him one and like...#on one hand this looks Progressive but on the other it conveniently means nobody has to add any women to the story #that might actually explain why i felt weird when i was attempting a Jotunheim AU and i invented some women for it?#like oh my god you can't make his mother a woman what is this mary-sue self-insert nonsense?!#(i probably won't ever actually manage to write that fic but at least the planning stage was kind of fun)

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camgoloud · 1 year

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choosing to believe that the reason why the show very pointedly did Not show us colin’s bantr promo last week is that this next episode we’re going to get to see colin and michael watching it together while michael teases colin about how bad at flirting he is

#i’m manifesting this for tomorrow night i need so badly for the two of them to treat this as a bonding experience #shandy tells colin he’s required to have an active bantr account so he and michael co-run it and effectively manage to invent catfishing on #a platform whose entire gimmick is anonymity lmaooo #anyway this is my take on the whole situation #have seen some concern that colin doing the campaign might cause friction in their relationship but i don’t think that’s likely tbh #michael seemed VERY understanding about colin having to be in the closet and like he’s maybe still there himself even so i don’t see that #being a source of conflict between them and tbh i really hope the show Doesn’t go there #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #colin hughes

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phoenixcatch7 · 3 months

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Hey mdzs crowd how would wwx being a bloodborne hunter sucked into a night of the hunt every full moon sound?

Maybe not a full long night, just an 'hour' of it every month, so he finishes one full hunt a year??

A qi free place, exactly like the actual game, but he has to sneak away into the moonlight portal or risk an agonising transformation into a grotesque beast himself for the duration the moon is in the sky. Cloud cover does nothing. He will try and kill everything in his path unless chained.

A choice between becoming a werewolf or the hunter, basically.

And lwj somehow following him through the portal once, to this qi less place, but as a cultivator of significant insight and an unprotected human of normal blood it goes REALLY downhill fast until wwx is able to free him, either by a high adrenaline scene getting a collapsing lwj back through the portal before it closes or by managing to drag his increasingly agonised and overwhelmed body to the sanctuary until the time is over, thus wasting valuable time and making things so much worse for wwx in the next full moons. It's a very angsty and traumatising reveal all round.

Because wwx is a whip smart guy with dangerous thoughts on resentment and the use of corpses, who went through horrifying things and emerged amazingly intact but not untouched, and I think it'd be really interesting to see the interplay of these dual lives. How the cultivation world is so, so much better in pretty much every way, but its own horrors reflective of yharnam, its capabilities for so much more than what they have.

Like, he'd be so much more desensitised to horror and gore, but it'd be matched by the stubborn drive that this is his home, his refuge from the dragging terror of the hunt, and he'd defend that to his last breath. And living a life as a (horribly fragile if lethal) mortal and still surviving the worst yharnam has to throw at him, he'd have a very different outlook on losing his core. He's already seen how, with the right tools, he can be just as dangerous if not more than the average cultivator. And in the cultivation world there's just so much more potential!

His inherent goodness, too, would not survive without damage just from the smog of hopelessness in the air. A wwx who can't keep that instinctive urge to help, but now has to choose, with every second, to remain kind (if not extremely inflammatory about it lmao).

The contemplation of demonic cultivation, too, would have a very different sort of draw. It's not just forbidden, taboo, but he's seen the very worst of it in action; the healing church, the orphan of kos, the vile bloods, the school of mensis, the feral beasts in rotten human skin roaming every street convinced they're still human.

But wwx isn't wwx without truly amazing levels of trailblazing hubris and curiosity, and he'd have the little niggling whispers in the back of his head, theories about how what they did could have been used for actual good, or at least more humanely. When he committed to the risk of demonic cultivation, he'd feel the dangerous itch to practice on things already dead, things that can't touch his home. To organise his goals, get some sort of advantage from this awful place, where the consequences (probably) can't follow him home. But yharnam is the most dangerous place possible to try messing with blood and the dead, and the knowledge of the rheumy eyes of the eldritch monstrosities above him is a heavy pressure on the back of his head.

I'd love to explore the themes of the changes wrought, these two different existences touching through wwx, but also can you imagine the yiling patriarch with a gun and a butchers knife?

#Wwx really living up to those rumours huh #World's first guy to discover blood types and invent blood transfusions therefore saving the lives of thousands to come #But noooo everyone remembers that one time he had a flashback to the night of the hunt during a night hunt and #Ripped a zombie wolfs throat open with his teeth #Lwj still wants him tho have no fear #mxtx #mxtx mdzs #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji #wei wuxian #the untamed #Idk maybe lwj finds it hot when his crush is insanely competent and also covered in blood. Who's knows what's going on in his head #mdzs fandom #wwx #mdzs wwx #the untamed wwx #This happened because I can't consume two media at once at NOT fuse them #Runner up was mdzs/bayonetta because wwx would make the best witch ever but bloodborne doesn't go with like ANYTHING else I have its so dar #bloodborne

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samaspic31 · 5 months

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I respect their gender identity i just think they have shitty morals and complacent in being tools of imperialism-

#sam speaks #brought to you by my friend’s trans little brother studying to be officer in the military #im. worried about the environment he’ll find.#it is not a trans win or a girlboss thing for trans ppl and cis women to get to do war crimes and fascism too #meme #i guess #especially if they don’t join out of financial need #my country’s constantly holding recruitment campaigns which i hope means noone wants to work for them #sigh. i can’t really understand the mind of someone willingly joining the military. maybe he’s trying to affirm his identity by proving he #can perform peak masculinity right ? idk #anyways war nd the army biggest wastes and pits of ignorance and bigotry invented by man

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victorie552 · 4 months

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Ok, I checked with the Book, and Silmarillion clearly states that Finarfin ruled over Noldor who stayed in Aman, and that these Noldor went to Middle Earth with Vanyar during War of Wrath. So this is absolutely an AU but imagine:

Vanyar took over Noldor lands, assimilating the leftover Noldor into their numbers.

It wouldn't even be that much of a stretch. Silm said that only every 1 in 10 elves stayed in Tirion and I doubt numbers got that much bigger when Finarfin and his people came back. Tirion definitely became a ghost town after The Flight. They had to rearrange everything! And there was a lot of grief among the Noldor: over Finwe, over family members who decided to go to ME, over the Trees (still no Sun and Moon), over the happy times that are over.

Who would want to be a ruler in this situation? Not Finarfin, that's for sure. But he's Finwe's son, so he has the bloodline. He has a bloodline, so he has a duty, and if he has a duty, there's nothing to be done. He's stuck with the job.

Then Indis/Ingwion/Ingwe himself offer to come to Tirion and help him with his kingly duties. Finarfin feels grateful, feels guilty over what Noldor did at Alqualonde (coming from a guy who Actually did nothing wrong), his wife left (him?) his side to go help her father and her people, his children Definitely left him. He accepts the help.

And Vanyar are helping! With administration and practical concerns, like where everyone should live now when a single Noldo living in their old house can have 3 streets to themselves each. But more importantly, they are messengers between Noldor and Teleri, who Finarfin Has to make amends to even if he doesn't know how. Teleri don't want to see any Noldo in their lands, so Vanyar messengers it is (Valar are unresponsive, thinking up the Sun and Moon).

Finarfin is doing a good job, but depending on what is practically another country to solve your problems is always tricky, and he isn't ambitious. Noldor are NOT doing well and are grateful for help, even if Before it would have hurt their collective pride (but then again, pride in what? Inventing murder? The morals are low). Ingwe is suggesting a deeper collaboration between their people and an general overlook over Noldor.

Why not? Finarfin is of Finwe's line, but he's also of Ingwe's. And wasn't Ingwe always the High King of all the elves in Aman? And he's feeding them cause his brothers' forces took most of their provisions and it's still dark and it will take a while before they relearn how to harvest under the stars. So while Noldor figure that out, why not give over some administrative power to Vanyar? Noldor judgement is probably still clouded by Morgoth's lies.

Things of course change when The Sun and Moon finally happen but the change happens, again, in Vanyar favour - they trusted the Valar who salvaged and restored The Light! They get things Right! Noldor want to get things Right too! (Vanyar clothing and customs become fashion with the same intensity as when Indis wed Finwe. Noldor are ashamed of themselves still. Teleri fashion is really not an option).

So by the time War of Wrath happens, Finarfin is not a High King, but a vassal to High King. And everyone is really cool with that.

Noldor of Middle Earth find that insane in a polite, half condensending and half betrayed way (like they can talk). Then Finarfin is the brother who, you know, actually DEFEATS Morgoth, so everyone has to reconsider their opinions on the matter.

Noldor who come back to Aman, by sailing or by reembodiment, experience a bigger culture shock than expected. Because even in the Blessed Realm, things change.

#silm #silmarillion #Finarfin #AU #I think all children of Finwe are very dutiful and That's what gets them insane #Feanor: marries below his station but invents things like tengwar and lamps to improve Noldor technology #Fingolfin marries a Correct Noldor lady and helps with actual ruling Lalwen can help with the court #Findis resides in Valmar so she has Vanyar scoop maybe even the Valar scoop #and Finarfin deals with Teleri #he married a Teleri princess! the best of matches!#truly sounds like a perfect configuration and a well-oiled political machine #Sons of Feanor had to get it from somewhere #but as with SoF when one part malfunctions it all goes to hell #but seriously we always show Aman more or less unchanging for simplicity's sake #and also cause that's not what silm is about it's about the Crazy Elves not the Sane Ones #but holy sh*t the political climate has the potential to be as insane as it got in ME #congratulations now Elves have to deal with History

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maddy-ferguson · 1 year

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This might be an odd complaint but I really don’t like how people act like Byler endgame would just excuse every other shitty thing that’s been done to everyone but conveniently attractive presumably straight white men in this show writing-wise. I’d be more than happy to have Byler be endgame and I expect it, but the amount of racism that’s been brushed off is ridiculous in and outside of the show. The weird St*ncy moments this season, the fact that she doesn’t get a storyline related to her trauma. Even season three was incredibly white of them. Joyce not getting hardly any scenes with Jonathan and Will these recent seasons. All of it and more—it won’t suddenly go away and make everyone on that writing team geniuses. And this isn’t to sound ungrateful or anything, but it really is disappointing sometimes. They exceed tremendously at some points such as the Upside Down lore but as for other aspects…

not an odd complaint at all! the only thing byler endgame makes okay is the fact that they didn't use will's feelings to fix a straight couple. there's so many other things they got wrong, and a lot of it has to do with the fact that the people writing the show are white men. and white women. white people

NOTHING they do could ever make what they did to lucas right. having their one black character go against the little white girl in season 1 which resulted in people being racist to caleb irl, having billy literally get physical with lucas and say he's gonna kill him and then saying in an interview that they "think" that billy was racist like they didn't write it themselves, the fact that it's literally never brought up again...lol. i know stranger things isn't a "this thing that happened was wrong. let's talk about it and try to make it better :)" type of show but still. it's crazy. also this regarding erica in season four

and you don't even have to dig that deep to find things that byler endgame won't fix: like you said, stncy being pushed on us and on nancy again in season 4? 98% sure it won't be endgame but like. why did you have to put us through that. WHY. and yeah lol, remember when they brought nancy back to that pool at the end of volume 1 like they remembered she was traumatized by the death of her best friend and then...nothing happened? idk, it's just so weird

also, the byers being sidelined? for will i guess you can rationalize it and come up with great and convincing meta reasons as to why his character was sidelined in seasons 3 and 4 (which, yeah, fascinating, i will still hate it ten years from now, no matter how important to season 5 will is), but what about jonathan? what about joyce? how does one justify the fact that winona went from being the reason 75% of people older than 15 started watching the show to having less screentime than fucking jason in season 4? it is annoying when people act like byler endgame will make everything right and will make stranger things a perfect show because it really won't

#also. s5 probably won't be as will-centric as most bylers/will stans are imagining #realistically😭#i'm sure it will be but yk #it's not like this is a season of skam where everything is about one character yk this is stranger things #is joyce having less screentime than jason true idk i read that on the news with no source website and i'm repeating it.#i know writers saying they 'think' a character felt this way is like a thing they do sometimes but it annoys the fuck out of me in #this situation here #it's like whoopsie yeah he's a little racist. maybe! who knows though ^^ not me the person who invented him #can i also just say steve in general #this won't help me beat the steve hater allegations and i like him i promise but the fact that the most popular character in their the #freaks are great and we are rooting for them and for the underdog at all times show is mr normal straight guy is so #and it's their own fault (obviously)#there's a lot of other things i wanted to say like i know what they're saying with the show isn't bad right it's like i just said #but the execution is so questionable and acting like it isn't simply because the gay kid isn't gonna end up heartbroken alone or dead #is kind of offensive. even though people mean well #ask

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