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miss me with that ‘weapon accuracy’ shit. im shooting everything. im laying down cover fire. im shooting the walls. im shooting my teammates. im shooting myself. my accuracy is 100% yall just dont know what im aiming at

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two horse studies :-)

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the last wild horse

rearranged-fanfic

Getting To Know REARRANGED And The Blog

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For those few aware, this is a hub dedicated to conversation around my Jujutsu Kaisen fanfiction: REARRANGED.

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When a young woman is hit by a truck and falls into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, things hardly go the way she expected. Everything is terribly, terribly wrong. Instead of a warm reception from the characters she knows, she manages to piss off the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive within minutes of meeting him. Convinced that she's up to no good and fascinated by her story of inter-dimensional travel, Gojo keeps her firmly tucked under the heels of his boots.

And he's decided that he'll never let her go.

What follows is a slow burn enemies to lovers romance between Gojo Satoru and the Reader Avatar (AFAB Original Character), though that's hardly at the forefront. The story is about subverting expectations, breaking down character archetypes, and building up the world of Jujutsu Kaisen in a way the manga neglected to.

This fanfiction deconstructs popular aspects of "yandere" love interests, the emotionally catastrophic results of too-young protagonists facing insurmountable odds (a formula that Shonen anime/manga favor), and the common tropes that we writers use every day.

Would you like to join me in the madness? It could be fun! Just click the links above and start reading!

gahdamnpunk

Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making

toastbutteregg

THANK YOU

aphony-cree

I’ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and “respect for other people’s things.” If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always say “I bought them that toy” or “my sister gave that to them.”

The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner

If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents

People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. It’s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your child’s belongings

cannilyuncanny

Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but here’s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because I’d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didn’t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents.

When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldn’t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someone’s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, “Oh, my bad,” and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someone’s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture.

I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.

dechart

God I’ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent

bobcatdump

“I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.” YES this

what-even-is-thiss

The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that.

A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandma’s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: “Are you hurt?” and when I apologized profusely she said “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.”

I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dad’s first response was “Did you get cut?” the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future.

Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest “punishment” from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that.

My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friends’ parents still got mad.

To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didn’t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of “I’m glad you’re safe and I want to help you learn from this.” And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time.

It’s like… we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely.

imsobadatnicknames2

Also, not entirely related but this shit exposes one of the biggest things I habitually point out about the hypocrisy of the pro-hitting children moral framework: it’s generally would be seen as morally wrong to physically harm an adult for messing up the same way.

Like if an adult guest (adult, fully capable of defending themself from me) came to my house and accidentally dropped one of my plates and I started trying to beat the shit out of them everyone would agree that it’s assault and morally wrong for me to do. But if it’s a child (easily physically overpowered, can’t stop me from hitting them) then suddenly some of those same people would think that beating them for that same mistake would be not only okay but, in fact, a moral imperative. All justifications for why it’s okay to hit children are ultimately fronts for their actual reason, which is simply “i think beating children is okay because I can do it and they can’t stop me”

rabbitindisguise

#couple years ago my cat launched herself off my desk knocking over a bottle onto the corner of my laptop #damaged one of the USB ports and some of the keys and it was annoying to have to get the whole piece replaced instead of just the keyboard #but like #I’m an adult and that’s what my emergency fund is for #I had sit there and be like. why am I waiting for someone to get mad at me #or thinking that I have to suffer the consequences of a broken item even if I can afford to fix it because I should’ve avoided the accident #I am slowly but surely starving the version of my mother that lives in my brain #mental health

just-a-geekygoth

‘I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.’ if you’re neurodivergent or your parental figure is shitty enough the assumptions don’t stop when you grow up.

abyssalco

thank you for all the lovely reactions to my last fish post :‘)

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fullmetalfisting

This is so stupid because a year is how we measure time on earth. Imagine if an ant said ‘Hello we have lived in your driveway for 737 queebals 😌’ and ur like ‘what’s a queebal’ and they’re like ‘oh it’s how long it takes for the sun to travel all across the driveway 😌’ and ur like, that measurement of time only applies to beings who live in my driveway. And the ant would be like ‘😌’