poor packaging

kittyichooseyou  asked:

I have a klk question, and I apologize if you've answered it before, but, do you find any significance in Ryuko taking a big bite out of an unpeeled lemon in her introduction? Like, was it just meant to make her seem hard? Or like, does it have some subtext I don't understand? Is she ever seen eating lemon/drinking lemonade as a background thing? I've always wondered about this. Thanks.

I gotta be honest with you: I’m atrocious at talking about symbolism. There’s a reason that my hundreds of essays hardly ever mention it. 

So… I haven’t especially covered this before, but I can provide some Thoughts.

First and foremost, the lemon scene has been largely understood as a homage to FLCL, a coming-of-age anime worked on by Gainax—the studio that Hiroyuki Imaishi and Masahiko Otsuka left to found Studio Trigger, which is the team behind Kill la Kill

In the first episode of FLCL, Naota, the protagonist, refuses to drink the rest of the sour, “Lemon Squash” pop that his friend Mamimi didn’t finish. He claims that he “[doesn’t] like sour drinks” and proceeds to toss the can aside.

However, at the end of the episode, Mamimi offers Naota the sour pop again, and his reaction changes. While he repeats his sentiment—“I told you, I don’t like sour stuff”—Naota doesn’t toss the can aside this time, instead guzzling the drink down.

So, when Ryuko, the protagonist of Kill la Kill, begins the first episode of her show not just forcing herself to consume something sour, but does so purposefully, without flinching… there’s probably something there. Kill la Kill’s director Imaishi did work extensively on FLCL, after all.

But what exactly is meant to be conveyed in either series is entirely dependent on how the “sour” symbol is understood.

On the one hand, the “sourness” could be a symbol of “first love.” For Naota to accept the drink in FLCL would be to accept an “indirect kiss” from Mamimi, who had been drinking from the can previously. The “first love” idea seems supported in Kill la Kill, with Ryuko noting, after Mataro steals her lemon (at least in the original Japanese script), “You’re that eager to learn what first love tastes like?”

Mataro: Bitch, don’t try to be all witty! I’ve had my first kiss!

And with the idea of “first love” comes the idea of childishness. Though it may have some… Unfortunate Implications, in both FLCL and Kill la Kill, it could be said that getting into a first romantic relationship is a sign of growing up. The fact that Naota initially refuses to taste “first love” represents his initial refusal to come of age—and the fact that Mataro in Kill la Kill insists that he has had his first kiss (or “get[s] way more action than [Ryuko]!” in the dub) represents his desire to seem “grown-up” and experienced.

Ryuko’s utterly blase eating of the lemon would then also imply that she has had romantic relationship(s) in the past and is not afraid of them.

However, with all of this, the “sourness” could simply be a larger metaphor: a metaphor of adulthood, maturity, that kind of stuff. Naota deciding to take in the sourness at the end of the first opening episode signifies that his show is going to feature his coming of age—something he initially didn’t want anything to do with, but that the story is going to push him to experience regardless. Ryuko immediately biting into a lemon could then signify that she’s already come of age, but—and more likely, considering Kill la Kill’s ending—it could also signify that she’s not afraid of the hardships, challenges, and “sourness” that comes with coming of age.

In this way, I also see the “sourness” as a bit of a metaphor for moving forward rather than running away. The lemon pop in FLCL is first featured when Naota struggles to tell Mamimi that his brother is seeing someone else—a hard, difficult, “adult” situation that’s not fun and not comfortable. Naota throws the can away, perhaps representative of how he wants to run away from this problem. At the end of the episode, though, Naota has revealed the truth to Mamimi, and he then drinks the pop, signifying that there’s no more running away: he’s growing up, whether he likes it or not.

But disregarding the FLCL tribute, a character introduction that features the character biting into a raw, unpeeled lemon is powerful on its own. It tells audiences right away that this character is badass—whether her lemon-eating is because she’s not afraid of growing up or hardship or “first love” or because of any other reason, you shouldn’t mess with this chick.

🖤Drug Lord E (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Y/N boyfriend owes some money to a drug gang which Ethan happens to run. Y/N goes to pay off her boyfriend’s debt, but Ethan decides to keep her for himself.

Warnings FOR ENTIRE SERIES: Drugs/sexual assault/Violence

A/N: Twins are older in this. So I’ve never wrote anything about these subjects before and at any point if you are uncomfortable please stop reading! Also, requests are on hold until I finish the series! Still open, just won’t be posting! Now without further ado, I present Drug Lord Ethan

“Peace!” Grayson and I shout as we laughed lightly chuckled. I know this is wrong. I know what I do is wrong, but it’s who I am. I film youtube videos with my twin brother to throw the world off guard. I run one of the largest drug gangs in the world with Grayson as my right hand man. He always has the insight on things and makes sure everything runs smoothly and clears our tracks behind us. He always looks out for me and if something is wrong with the gang he is usually the first person to know about it and he deals with it.

“Dolan!” Grayson and I both look towards the doorway of my room and I see Nate, a member of the gang shouted. Soon he appeared in the doorway and was covered in blood to which Grayson and I jumped up and rushed over to him.

“Damn Garner what the fuck happened?” I growled as I see Alex rush in behind him.

“We went to go collect debt from Justin and he put up a helluva fight. Brought out a switchblade.” Nate states and looks to Alex.

“Did you pull your gun?” I asked and I balled up my fist in anger.

“No Dolan we know not to do that unless life or death. That’s the code.” Alex defends and I let out a sigh of relief. Grayson walks over next to me then he looks at the two boys. “He got away.” Alex says and I let out another sigh.

“Next time don’t let him get away. Now get yourselves cleaned up.” I stormed passed the bloodied boys and walked into the living room. Cameron was sitting on the couch as he was smoking a joint. I could see a block of cocaine peeking out from behind the sofa. I let out a frustrated groan. “If I wanted people to know we were a drug ring I wouldn’t be posting stupid fucking youtube videos trying to keep this a secret!” I shouted as I threw the block of cocaine at the wall which caused the block to burst leaving a white dust behind left in the air and a powder pile on the floor. The white dust was left behind on my fingers from poor packaging which I let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Wow who the hell taught you guys to pack your fucking cocaine? Your grandma?” I brushed my finger under my nose inhaling the drug which sends a chill throughout my body. For a second everything is just fine. I wasn’t in the drug ring. I was at home with Sam holding her in my arms. Grayson and Angie were planning their wedding as Sam was expecting our baby boy in the fall. I would fall asleep with her in my arms after she took our baby boy in his bassinet. It wasn’t just Grayson and I. Alone.

“Ethan.” I jumped at the slight whisper of Grayson’s voice. I could feel my heart start to race as I looked at a worried Grayson. “Damn your pupils are huge.” Grayson says looking me in my eyes. I inhaled deeply and I threw my head back. “Are you fucking high right now Ethan? Realy?” He seemed angry, but I just pushed him back.

“Hell yeah I am. These dumbasses can’t pack a fucking block of coke right.” I pointed towards the powder on the floor. “Teach them how to pack it or I’ll find a new brother.” I said shoving past Grayson to go back to my room. I slammed the door behind me and then I turned towards the wall. My head was pounding and my heart was racing. I could feel my stomach turning. I felt extremely hot as I knew these signs. I fell to my knees and lied on my back as I started to vomit all over myself as I was shaking and convulsing. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as I felt Grayson turn me on my side. I couldn’t hear him, but I knew he was screaming and probably crying. Soon everything seemed to grow soft and slow. I could hear Grayson’s screams get quieter. I felt my drool sticking to the side of my face, but I couldn’t move my arm to wipe it off. Then everything went black.


“I don’t know Cam it just happened.” I heard Grayson’s voice grow loud and soft as I was starting to wake up. I could feel a cool breeze on my bare chest. I felt extremely thirsty, hot, and sweaty. I slowly leaned up and opened my eyes. I was lying in my bed. Grayson and my sister Cam were talking and had their back towards me. Cam plays as our nurse since if we go to an actual hospital they have to report our injuries to the police. I then felt extremely nauseous and I leaned over.

“Shit.” Cam said as she grabs me a trash bucket as I vomit in the bucket hard. Cam holds the bucket until I finish and then her and Gray lie me down gently on my back. She then bends a straw in my mouth as I suck in some water. Grayson was sitting on a chair next to my bed. I was extremely dehydrated as I cleared the water from the glass in seconds. “What the hell happened?” Cam asked me as I leaned up some more.

“He snorted a little cocaine and I think he had a drug overdose or something.” Grayson hissed seeming irritated. “When he was having his seizure he kept mumbling about Sam. I’m sure she’s the reason why he snorted.” Grayson snapped which I jumped up. “He needs to learn to let her go!” He screams at me. Before I could retort Aaron came into the bedroom.

“Hey am I interrupting anything?” He asked shyly. We all shook our heads.

“No more than usual Carpenter.” I groaned which Grayson slapped my knee.

“You know that guy who owes us money? The one Garner and Aiono saw earlier today?” He asks and I nodded.

“Go on.” I demanded. “What’s wrong? Is he here? Tell him he’d better have my money or else if he’s just wasting my time–” He cut me off.

“He’s not here.” He paused. “His girlfriend is. She says she has the money to pay off his debt for you.” I cocked my head in confusion as I stood to my feet.

“E…” Grayson trails off, but I ignore him and I walk into the living room which I see her. Questions ran through my mind, but I only asked one.

“How did you know to come here? You boy toy doesn’t even know where we live.” I crossed my arms as her eyes linger on my shirtless body. She doesn’t say anything at first, but I smirked. “If you like what you see I’m sure we can work out an arrangement on you boy’s debt.” I said eyeing her body up and down. She was wearing a white crop top that had black horizontal stripes. Her hair was long and dark and I smiled to myself when I noticed she didn’t have much of an upper lip. She was wearing tight jeans which made her ass pop and white high top converses. She was extremely light and had dark brown eyes. I could see she had her belly button pierced which was pretty hot.

“Ew no. Here.” She held out a wad of cash in front of my eyes. “There should be roughly  eight thousand in there.” She added. I took the cash as I shoved the wad in my back pocket. Neither one of us say anything but I snapped my fingers signalling to shut the doors and the windows. Cameron and Nate lock the doors and close the blinds. She begins to look frightened and confused.

“The eight thousand is a nice gesture, but Mr. Kelley owes us more than just eight thousand.” I look to Grayson who was walking into the living room. “How much does Mr. Kelley owe us after not paying for almost three months?” I questioned Grayson.

“Well to start with he owed us 14 thousand and we tried to send him out to sell since he wanted to join our team. More drugs went missing then we got in profit. Then, counting interest and just because we’re assholes, let’s add some more thousands on there. In total Justin Kelley owes us a total of 22 thousand dollars and some change.” The girl’s eyes grew wide as her mouth hung open.

“We can’t afford that! I only have the eight thousand. He told you he was robbed and that’s more drugs went missing then in profit!” She screamed at me, but Nate grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.

“Well you two owe me about 14 thousand dollars and I know how we can work this out.” I look up to Nate and I nodded. He then picked up the girl and threw her over his shoulder and walked down the hall as she started shrieking which Nate muffled her screams as he took her to our spare room. I turn around to see Grayson and Cam looking at me.

“I’m leaving. Next time you have a drug overdose, don’t call me.” She says storming out, but she stops. “Just think, do you think Sam would want this?” She asked before slamming the door of the living room leaving Gray and I alone.

“Ethan…” He groaned sympathetically. I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say. I turned on my heel and I wandered down the hall to get to know our new guest roommate who will be staying with us.

Part 2

Those of us who stand outside of this society’s definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference – those of us who are poor, who are lesbians, who are Black, who are older – know that survival is not an academic skill. It is learning how to stand alone, unpopular and sometimes reviled, and how to make common cause with those others identified as outside the structures in order to define and seek a world in which we can all flourish.

Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider

“Survival is not an academic skill.” “Survival is not an academic skill.” “Survival is not an academic skill.”


So I got an ask about the “cursed arm” and it’s a lot less cryptic than it sounds.

I’m the proud owner of the play arts kai Vergil and Dante figures. Both were bought secondhand and have one broken arm each due to poor packaging.

However I’ve noticed almost everyone I know who has an out of box Vergil also has this same “busted right arm syndrome” so I’ve deduced that it must be cursed if everyone is suffering.

I also know that I could fix this but after fixing Dante I don’t really want to because it’s hecka difficult to avoid gluing the joint permanently in place and sacrificing the shoulder motion.

Can’t Help Falling

Characters – Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary – Sam and the reader have movie night while Dean is out.

Word Count – 1,462

Warnings – None

A/N – A little fluffy Sam was requested by @captain-princess-rose; hope you like it, sweetie!

Your name: submit What is this?

Sam knew the exact moment when you fell asleep.  The two of you had been watching a movie, cuddled up in blankets on the couch.  Sam had generously let you pick out the movie, and you’d decided to take full advantage of Dean’s absence from the bunker and picked out a horror movie, which Dean hated.  They weren’t Sam’s favorite either; he and Dean both felt they got enough of horror and gore during their day to day lives, but he knew how much you loved them and he loved you.  

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My etsy shop is live! I only have two designs so far (tryin to sell all my fall ones), but they’re double sided so they’re dual purpose. ;~) I’ll put up Christmas/Hanukkah ones soon too! 

Shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/RusticalPaws?ref=hdr_shop_menu

Original Imagine: Imagine not seeing Damon for awhile; but then he treats you to an awesome night out and than an unforgettable day (part 2)

Author: hybridwolf20

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,877

Warnings: Smut and Blood Sharing, oral sex. But it’s Damon…who wouldn’t want him feeding on them ;-)

A/N: Songs:
Hips Don’t Lie - Shakira
Party For Two - Shania Twain ft. Billy Currington

The Next Morning

You slowly start to open your eyes, the sunlight coming through your window. You think for a minute and images of last night start to flood back. From the date to the moment Damon crawled in bed with you. You smile at the thought and your heart rate picks up a bit. You roll over expecting Damon to still be there, and he’s not.

Your smile disappears and your eyebrows furrow. Instead in his place is one single rose with a note:

Good Morning, Y/N
You looked so beautiful in your sleep that I decided not to wake you.
I am downstairs making breakfast.
Hope you will join me.
- D

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Help I have an addictioooon! I wasn’t expecting this package til Wed/Thur so I was really surprised that it arrived on Saturday. At least I assume so since they don’t deliver on Sunday. Why is that the one time the shipping places decide to really step up their game is when I’m 8 hours away from home?? My poor package was left on my porch to bake in the super hot and humid air for a full day and night ;A; I ate a few things since I took this pic yesterday though and nothing seemed too affected.. 

technically the skelebros and most other monsters (if not every monster) don’t have to necessarily consume actual food for sustenance.

You could be hanging out with sans and he pulls out a packet of cigs. You think to yourself, you didn’t know he smoked. And after he pops one in between his teeth you assume it’s his lighter he’s reaching for in his pocket, but he never takes it out. Instead, you watch him suck it into his mouth and start chewing. Swallows it like it’s a french fry before reaching for another.

We Interviewed the Black Undercover Cop Who Infiltrated the Ku Klux Klan

These days the Ku Klux Klan is mostly an unfunny joke, a smattering of ignorant racists who play dress-up and hold poorly planned, sparsely attended rallies to protest the renaming of parks. But half a century ago the Klan’s power stretched from coast to coast, and members of the hooded hate group carried out firebombing attacks and murdered Civil Rights workers in the South. In the 1970s, internal conflicts and infiltration by the FBI weakened the Klan, but it was still dangerous enough that in 1979 KKK members killed five protesters in North Carolina.

It was during this era that Ron Stallworth, the first black cop in Colorado Springs, infiltrated the local Klan organization. He first made headlines in 2006 when he went public with his story and explained how he stumbled upon the Klan and managed to become a leader in the local chapter by faking racist sentiments over the phone and sending a white colleague to meetings in his stead. He just released a bookBlack Klansman, about his experience, so I figured now was as good a time as any to talk about how he pulled off a trick straight out of Blazing Saddles (and one that made for the first great skit on Dave Chappelle’s short-lived TV show).

So how did you first get assigned to keeping tabs on the Ku Klux Klan in Colorado?
I was assigned to the intelligence section of my department, and in intelligence you handle a variety of issues: criminal intelligence, organized crime, VIP protection. One of the things we routinely did was read the newspapers to see what, if anything, in there might warrant our attention. I saw this classified ad that said Ku Klux Klan, and there was a PO box address, so I wrote a little letter basically under the guise of being a white racist: I said I hated all niggers, Jews, spics, chinks, wops. I used all the derogatory terms for the various races they like to use. And I said I wanted to do something about it, that I wanted—to use a popular term of the day—to take back our country from these people, But I made a crucial mistake: I signed my real name to the letter. To be quite honest with you, I had a brain cramp. So I signed my real name to this letter instead of one of my undercover names, but then I put the undercover phone number and PO box we used. I honestly thought that the PO box on the classified ad was not legitimate, but responded to it just in case. I was expecting to get a leaflet or pamphlet. That’s as far as I expected it go.

What happened next—how did they bring you into the fold?
Maybe a week later, I got a phone call at the undercover phone line in my office. I answered it, and the guy on the other end of the line said, “Am I speaking to Ron Stallworth?” I sat there thinking, Who the heck is calling me on this line? And then he explained he was the local organizer of the Ku Klux Klan. That’s how he referred to himself. He said he had gotten my letter. And that’s when I realized: Uh oh, I gotta come up with a plan real quick.

He wanted to know why I decided to join my Klan. I told him again I hated niggers, Jews, spics, chinks, wops, Mexicans, and they were taking over the country and I wanted to take our country back. Again, the rhetoric you’re hearing today, I was using back then. And then I added something else to flavor it up a bit: I said my sister is dating a nigger and every time he puts his filthy black hands on her white body, it pisses me off and I want to do something to stop that from happening in the future. He responded by saying, “You’re just the kind of guy we’re looking for!” and, “How can we meet?”

That’s how this investigation started. Obviously I couldn’t meet him because of my skin color, so I postponed our meeting for a week to give me time to set something up. We talked further. I tried to get him to tell me how big they were. He wouldn’t, but said they were relatively small. Most of ‘em were from Fort Carson, Colorado. He told me he was a soldier at Fort Carson. I asked him activities they were planning to do as a group. This started in October of '78, this conversation. One of the things they were planning to do was have a Poor White Folks Christmas during the holiday season in which they would give care packages to poor white families. He said all niggers ever did was take advantage of white people by gaming the system—welfare and things like that. He said Jews control the system, and they use niggers to do their evil deeds. Nobody ever thought about poor whites.

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