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.

some headcanons i came up with with @redpaiadin:

i promise i dont work for mcdonalds this just came to me/us in a vision, i was inspired by that try guys vlog

  • when they get back to earth the kids all go to mcdonalds but they’re just staring at the menu trying to decide what to get cuz its been so long since they’ve had earth food?? 
  • Lance is like I got you fam 
  • he walks up to the cashier and says  "yeah can i have four of everything"
  • Pidge is like “no lance” and Keith just bursts out laughing while Hunk is like “good idea!!!” And when they get back to the house Shiro is like what the fuck 
  • They each have a box of fucking food and it takes them all day to eat it. 
  • Allura is like “oh these things are delicious!! What are they” and Pidge explains that they’re fries. Allura goes back to mcdonalds and she’s like “hello human! Can I have 560 fries please”
  • hes confused as to what she means, like 560 fries.. or boxes of fries.. and shes like oh sorry. i meant packages :)
  • this poor man is so confused at this point but yknow what. he is getting paid minimum wage
  • keith really likes the happy meal toys and steals everyones
  • when lance finds out he likes them he goes back to mcdonalds, of course
  • the cashier is trying to hide from him at that point but lance just leans over the counter, oblivious, and yells ‘yeah hi! can i have 10 of your hippo happy meal toys my bf really likes them’
  • the cashier is like how the fuck am i supposed to figure out how much that costs ?? so lance just gives him $50 and says keep the change
  • ‘yknow.. maybe these crazy space teens aren’t so bad”
  • they come back a few days later and play in the play area they have there because they just want to be KIDS
  • when theyre in the ballpit someone who works there comes in and is like.. theyre a bit old dont you think
  • and shiro is like no its okay. im their dad
  • “but theyre teens and youre like, 25, sir”
    “they’re adopted fuck you”

I never thought I’d have to spell this out, but apparently a lot of people don’t know it so.

If you have to send anyone anything and it’s not big enough or you are too broke to send with a reliable package delivery service SEND IT AS REGISTERED MAIL. Just look into it, in other languages it’s usually called a variation of ‘recommended‘ or ‘certified’ mail. If you want to make it extra safe, because it has significant value, tag on ‘insured’ as well.

Why? Because in quite a lot of countries the national post is flaming garbage and shit gets lost or worse, stolen. All they have to do is declare the mail delivered and they have no responsibility about where that package might be.

Things that happened to packages sent to me as regular mail:

  • I wasn’t home so the postman just left it under my letter box (my neighbor saw and took it for safekeeping, that ended well) or just threw it into our yard (where the dog tore it to pieces)
  • Someone was there when the mail was delivered and allegedly claimed to be me so they were handed the package and they just waltzed off with it
  • It was accidentally delivered to the wrong place (to number 9 instead of 49) and the lovely people there kept it and denied all existence of the package when we (the postman and I, because that was actually a mistake and he felt bad) went to get it
  • The postman didn’t bother to ring me up when I was home because ??? so he left the obligatory ‘been here, you were not, pick up your shit at the office‘ slip of paper sticking out of my letter box which someone took out, went to the post office and took my package
  • The postman felt that there were charms and a cd in the package and never delivered it because he thought it might be valuable
  • Got lost during processing and was delivered a year later with a ‘we’re sorry‘ sticker on it

And let me tell you it’s wonderful to get back to the sender about your missing package when this happens because the feedback to them is that it has been delivered somewhere. The fact that it wasn’t delivered to me is just tough luck, I can’t prove it’s not here.

So how is registered mail different? Well the post office needs to take some responsibility for a start. The recipient has to identify themself (with a personal ID as well as with a residence card) and then they have to sign for it. They can’t hand the package over otherwise. If the recipient can’t take the package and doesn’t contact the post about it in a given time frame, they have to return it to the sender. If it disappears somewhere along the line, they are obliged to find it or compensate for our loss. 

Don’t be cheap on this, guys. The extra cost is nothing compared to the headache and possible lost money that a missing package can be.

vigilante (pt 2.)

a/n: at all my followers/mutuals who love vigilante romances as much as I do- we are all in this dumpster together huh? inukag;1670 wds


vigilante [pt 1]  p2

“Mom, he’s not healing!” Kagome wailed desperately, watching and waiting for the half-demon that was bleeding out on her tiled kitchen floor to wake up and announce haughtily that he was ‘fine’ again. The bullet holes littering his person, didn’t look too bad, although they were pretty nasty to observe, but the glaring issue was the gouge in the middle of his stomach- probably large enough to kill an ordinary man.

“What do you mean he’s not- Kagome is a demon in your apartment? Is that the strange man that you mentioned last month?”

“Mom!” Kagome frantically ran her fingers through her hair to comb it back, trying to regain some semblance of normality. “Dying man! In my kitchen!” 

This had become a pattern. 

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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

Capes and Masks

I was warned not all hero’s wear capes and not all devils have horns, not every priest wears a cross and not everything sensual is porn.


I filled my ears with the words of demons from the church. Using their lunch breaks for the devil to do volunteer work. I filled my time with pussy I don’t care about. Fast to the bed, yet never satisfied. Rampant emotions making the walls in my chest capsize.


False friends in pretty clothes and love packaged in poor wrapping. Everyone was in the audience for the performance but was too busy snap chatting. Lex Luther wore a suit and the joker wore a tuxedo, I always thought a hero was a man in tights and on the outside he wore a speedo.


No hot line from the mayor and no spot light from the commissioner. My hero didn’t have powers and to make things weirder they came in the night when my thinking needed help getting clearer. Not a cape or a mask or even a set of tights, my hero was a friend who called to see if I was alright.

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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