Gojo Satoru, The Untouchable Sorcerer, The Very Pinnacle Of Jujutsu Power. His Whole Life, A Weapon Wielded

gojo satoru, the untouchable sorcerer, the very pinnacle of jujutsu power. his whole life, a weapon wielded by a world that feared him and craved his strength. he was a shield, a deterrent, a symbol — but never just himself.

even in death, he finds no peace.

his stolen body, a puppet manipulated by forces that refuse to let him rest. it's a cruel irony that even in his death, Gojo is reduced to a tool, his humanity utterly disregarded.

this isn't just about a character's death.

it's a gut-wrenching exploration of the toll of dehumanization. it's about a man who was never allowed to be anything more than the sum of his abilities.

it's about the profound loneliness of being revered but never truly understood. the very isolation of those deemed "special."

i don't know how to feel about this. i'm just sad. in the end gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer, was never allowed to exist beyond his abilities.

think ive been stuck in a compulsive thinking loop since i was 11 and missed my whole life while it was happening in front of me because of it

I just wanna give Gojo a hug come on

i see everyone’s struggling to control their emotions without getting their hopes up and i think we should all hold hands and pray he’s safe and sound next week but also know that whatever happens happens we’ve already seen the worst + canon is whatever we tumblrinas say so all is good

Smash Smash Smash Smash Smash no lube no protection all day all night RAW UNTIL IM SCREAMING MOANING TREMBLING I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS I NEED HIM