#THEY HAVE TO HAVE AT LEAST SOME MORE MONEY AND AN ACTUAL ARMY LIKE CMON

[rivilu]

Just got the missive too. Stop trying to make me buy it I'm not going to buy it!

Yeah girl I'm sorry I'm not buying that shit

[tamamatango]

Let’s talk about Kururu, again

Apparently the fandom is growing all of a sudden so I feel like talking about Kururu again cuz that’s all I know how to do and it’s been a while

First off disclaimer that fandom is fandom and anybody can interpret any character any way they want and if you like to portray a character a certain way for whatever reason go for it, more power to you (unless you put them in pedo/incest relationships that are displayed as good in which case fuck you). But in my personal Kirbpinion(TM) the Funimation dub was a fucking mistake because so many fan content creators write a way different Kururu than what he is in canon cuz the dub never got to his best episodes and also upped the sadism to ridiculous levels. Listen I know it’s funny to joke that he’s the kind of guy that has 3 medieval torture chambers but hear me out. Kururu is by no means a perfect person, he’s genuinely pretty rude/blunt (though sometimes his straightforwardness is justified :P), has an ego, sometimes acts pretty gross around others and likes extreme and elaborate pranks way way way too much BUT.

Assuming you’ve watched far enough into the series (like 100+ eps) I do not really understand the interpretation that he doesn’t care about anyone and that friendship and love are things he is totally incapable of. He says that yes but if you pay enough attention to his dialogue it becomes pretty apparent that he displays this attitude for multiple reasons. One is that he does genuinely have a hard time expressing the emotions he feels and often has awkward/guarded ways of doing so. But also he says many times over the course of the series that he has a “reputation” to keep up and wants people to call him a jerk; he wants to look cool and rebellious all the time and he thinks a nasty apathetic attitude is what earns him that status (not claiming that’s a healthy mindset, mind you). He wants to have full control over the way people see him and he gets super frustrated and humiliated when he can’t. This is probably why he gets so upset when people talk about how unpopular he is, because he’s spent so much time honing his image to a T and is like why the fuck isn’t this working?! In other words even though sometimes he is just an actual pain in the neck a lot of his asshole antics are part of a carefully manufactured persona, and he will do anything down to labeling his own memories to prevent other people from seeing through his facade and discovering the parts of him that are vulnerable.

And God forbid anyone does figure out that he does care quite a bit for the people around him, or at least if he didn’t at first he does now. Early on in the series he was commonly referred to as “depressing” and while the meta reason is probably just the anime writers just didn’t know how to adapt the character yet (he started out a little differently in the manga), in canon I believe he was just even more inclined to push everybody away from him, and as he began to get used to working in a group he gradually opened up. He commentates on how “soft” he’s gotten since he came to Earth a couple times, and the fact that he’s surprisingly one of the most loyal to Keroro out of the whole team (in many episodes where everyone abandons Keroro for being dumb he leaves last) and goes out of his way to help when he thinks it’s warranted (he asks for money when things aren’t dire yeah but hey labor deserves compensation :V) shows that he is dedicated to his team. There’s even episodes where he doles out some kind of moral lesson to the squad in his own Kururu-y way, especially to Keroro and Tamama. Even the Hinatas he’ll pitch in to protect when he has to, and we all know he’ll pretty much drop everything if Saburo needs him.

Speaking of which. I think the unspoken reason why he’s best friends with Saburo (besides the surface-level stuff like they’re smart and nerdy and seen as enigmas by everybody else) is because Saburo is the only other person in the cast who understands Kururu’s particular struggle of putting on airs as a means of self-defense all the time. He basically has a carefully managed celebrity life (that he has to constantly work to hide in anime canon), a somewhat formal/reserved public life, and the more quirky enthusiastic side of himself he only shows when alone and to the few people he’s close to and god damn that just sounds like the most exhausting juggling act ever. He has an outlet to free himself through his art but he still has to live with nobody quite knowing what he goes through on a daily basis, which is probably why we see him off on his own for most of the series (until he gets to warm up to everybody better...wonder who that sounds like) and occasionally have his bouts of frustration and insecurity like in 229 where he says “fuck it I’m gonna fight the apocalypse alone because I need something to do,” 354(? I think that’s the number) where he talks about just dropping everything and starting over, and I think one of the Christmas eps where Giroro has to like beg him to go to the Hinatas’ party cuz he says he’s “busy” even though he’s just sitting around pretty much (UPDATE: it’s 294 the implication is probably that he has his show or something but cmon that’s only like an hour lol). I am going off on a tangent now but anyway the point is he and Kururu are the most complicated communicators of the cast and they share feelings only they understand which is why they can more or less read each other’s minds and know exactly what to do when the other is in trouble.

Back to Kururu. Keroro, from what I can tell, is the closest to him out of the Platoon; Keroro gets freaked out by Kururu’s pranks sometimes yeah but they have a lot of common interests as the fun-lovers of the group and Kururu’s also kinda been interested in Keroro enough time follow him around for almost his entire life up to this point so there’s that. He also gets along with the other people he‘s around; we know he and Aki get along from the beginning because of how dynamic their personalities are but later on he gets close to Fuyuki to the point where they just hang out for the heck of it sometimes, and even though Natsumi is very justified in generally disliking him (many of Kururu’s more Eugh moments tend to involve her) even she seems to rely on him often, and in the cursed puppy episode she knows all his favorite foods by heart so she must care in some fashion lol. Dororo and he aren’t evidently super close but I think they get each other on some level as the (in-universe) least popular of the platoon and Dororo at least respects his abilities, and has clearly come to figure out his subtleties based on 229. Giroro and Mois...things get complicated. Just putting on record that I’m not a fan of either ship between Kururu and them. I’ve said this before but I think Giroro and Kururu are in a turbulent sibling-adjacent relationship in that they have completely opposing attitudes but they have a begrudging sense of respect for each other and, ultimately, they’re teammates, so they’ll defend each other when someone they don’t know tries to mess with them. I really don’t think the flirty stuff on Kururu’s end goes beyond teasing and I got kinda sick of that running gag if I’m being honest. (You can probably tell which frog I ship Kururu with by now :P) Mois went from something of a rival to Kururu to his lab partner, which is probably why he goes easier on her than he used to and even strikes up something of a friendship because the only other person he knows that might be capable of handling his technology is an Earthling who’s still against the invasion despite his lax attitude so. She helps :V

Now the question is why Kururu acts like he does if his relationships really aren’t all that bad and I think there’s two components to this. I’ve made it clear by now I think he’s autistic but your mileage may vary there. I think personally his childhood did something to the way he processes things as well. In Secret of the Kero Ball, he’s got a bandage on his head which may imply he got hurt somewhere and then he almost drowned which canonically definitely did something to him lol, was mostly seen alone so who knows if he has a family he still talks to, and then he got drafted into the army and placed into a high-ranking position of great responsibility at a very young age; it’s kind of a no-brainer why he rebeled and got demoted eventually. I’ve got plenty of headcanons about what his early days in the Military did to him but that’s for another day because good God this post went on too long.

In short: Kururu is possibly the most complicated character in the show and the F in Flanderization stands for “Funimation.” That’s it I’m never writing another essay about pee-color frog again I will make real content again at some point I promise

[avungerthatgotaway]

Till we ain't strangers anymore (Part 1)

Sooo here is part 1 of "Till we ain't strangers anymore". What do you think of it? If you haven't read the prologue, you can read it here.

Summary: after "the blip" avengers are on the different sides of world. But 2 of them stay together. Y/N Y/L/N and Clint Barton's families are gone, but they found each other. They have nothing except of the little family of 2.

Warnings: mentiones of nosebleed and blood, if it means anything and mention of a fight

Pairings: none ( I mean it is Clint x teen!reader but not romantical, does that count?)

Genre: angst/fluff

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"I'm going Clint!" I yelled as I exited the house with my guitar in hand. I mean, it wasn't really a house, but Clint and I liked to call it that way. It was basically smallest wooden building with 2 rooms. One was a bathroom, and in the other was kitchen with 2 couches, which were actually serving as beds for ne and Clint.

He stood up from his couch, and came to hug me. "Stay safe kiddo."

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I exited the house, it was cold morning but I didn't mind. I made my way to a little town near, where I played guitar on street everyday. It was a way to earn the living. Clint couldn't find the job. He fixed something for our neighbours, or some random people from time to time, but nothing permanent. It was crisis in the world as it is, and we weren't the only one struggling. But it could've been better. Better, or worse, depends on which side you watch. We were considering becoming lone warriors. We could have much more and do what we do the best: fight.

But we didn't let sorrow and pain drive us into dark places.

So here I am now, singing Let her go and strumming my guitar, hoping people will give me something, or at least stop by to listen to my singing. Until a street gang passed by. They beat me up, destroyed my guitar and stole the little money I have earned.

I felt awful. It started raining, and I went home crying. The guitar was the only thing I kept that reminded me of my parents, and of a life before this madness.

I knocked and when Clint opened the door, he was shocked. Worry quickly took over his features, as he ushered me in the house and started looking for something to help me. Finnaly he setteled with me and supplies on couch, and started cleaning my wounds.

"Y/N, what happened, dear?" he asked as he cleaned blood from my nose with a wet cloth. I was still crying a little, because it hurts.

"A street gang, they beat me up, stole my money and they de-destroyed m-my guita-ar.." I was full crying now. I felt horrible for the guitar, and Clint knew it. He hugged me close and comforted me. "Shhh, it's gonna be okay, everything's fine, you're safe now with me..." I did feel safer with him, so my crying slowly stopped.

After he made sure I'm okay and patched up my wounds, we had dinner. I mean we ate a few cookies, but it's better then nothing, right? Then we got ready for sleep, and layed down on out separate couches. I don't think I'll be able to sleep but never mind.

"N/N?" I hear him calling me. "You know...?"

"Yes, I'm still thinking about it too." and I did. Especially now. The idea didn't seem all that bad. We could be good warriors, and we both don't have anything holding us back from dark side. Except for each other. But if we both are there, then it's okay, right?

"I mean, I onow it's not the best thing..." he continiued. "But it's better than this, I know" I finished. "Yea."

"But what about your future? College? Anything?" and here we go with "the future" question.

"Clint. I don't go to school, that's how poor we are. I can't think of a college."

"But you did have dreams, right?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Well at least let me know what they were."

"I wanted to go to army. And continiue being an avenger, of course. But I wanted to be a Navy SEAL too. But that's impossible now."

"Maybe it's not."

"Oh cmon, you know it is."

"What if we do this warrior thing until we have money for your school and college?"

"What about you?"

"It's too late for me."

"No it's not."

"Y/N, we've been over this a million times."

"No! I won't save myself by going to army, and let you be ronin forever!"

"It's okay. I don't look at it like that."

"But I do. If I ever have an opportunity to go to the army, I wanna be sure that you're safe first. And that's the only way I'll go." he just didn't understand how important he is to me.

"I love you kiddo."

"I luv you too da-Clint." OMG I'M FREAKING OUT INSIDE. IT ALMOST SLIPPED. I ALMOST CALLED HIM DAD.

"So, how are we gonna het to Japan?"

"Well, we still have the money we saved just in case. It's not much, but it should be enough for tickets."

"Yea. Well good night N/N."

"Night night Clint."

And that's where new chapter of our lives started.

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If you just talk to me baby, till we ain't strangers anymore❄

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Imma just tag some pplz that helped me now or stuff haha @afictionaladventure16 @rae-is-typing @elles-writing

[itcamefromdetroit-blog]

She Died @ DEMF

Lucy cried to her boyfriend on the phone, “I NEED more coke, babe...please just come thru.” She had been away from her friends for half an hour now, pacing around in cut off jean shorts, platform sandals, a holographic crop top and pigtails. She had on reflective pot leaf sunglasses to soothe her eyes from the heinous glare of the midday sun made worse by the molly & K in her system. Drinks were sooo expensive inside the fest gates so, thinking thrifty, she had snuck in a flask of cheap vodka...berry flavored. 

“Look, I told you, I don’t even have a wristband..they aren’t gonna let me in, how am I supposed to get it to you.”

“Just, like, text me when yr close and we can meet behind the portapotties or something...it’ll work out, just do it now because, like, Daejon & Sarah like don’t even know where I am anymore, they are gonna go off somewhere without me and I’ll be abandoned..just come now!! Bye! I luv u!!”

She hung up. Her iPhone battery percent was at 15...He’d better make it here quick!!

She put her phone in the tiny front pocket of her fluffy mini backpack and headed back into the sea of electro lovers to find her crew.

Looking around at people in mesh tank tops, colored dreadlocks, decorative wing accessories and fat techno nerds, she just couldn’t seem to find anyone she came with. Turning around, blinded by the sun she ran into some dude in all black with a fedora like hat on.

“Whoops! Sorry! I’m trying to find my friends!”

“Hey....me too...maybe you know them...Molly & Kitty...you know, some girl....s” he said, sounding all cool and stuff.

“Umm.no.....” It clicked in her drug filled brain...” Hey, um, wait... yeah I do know them!! Actually I was looking for some girl too! But hey like, I’m Clara, and you seem really cool. You wanna help me find them?”

Dude in all black saw this as a splendid opportunity. “Yah sure.”

“Okay, let’s go over here, by like the bathrooms!”

“Cool.”

He tagged along behind her, keeping up with her pace that became in sync with the pounding bass coming from a far off stage. She turned around real quick.

“Hey, this is gonna suck, but like I don’t have any money! I was just waiting for my boyfriend to come and help me out...so do you think you could like front itto me? Or at least give me a bump? I’m DYING out here, I don’t think I’ve slept in like 2 days!”

“Hm..I usually sell 50s....I don’t know.”

“Well, like, how do I even know what you’ve got is even good, you’re not my normal guy, you could be selling powdered sugar for all I know!”

“It’s def. not sugar.” He said calmly.

“Prove it!”

He looked at her. Two silvery green pot leafs stared back. He thought, okay little party girl. He grabbed a bag from his sock.

“Got some keys?”

“Yeah um..hold on.” She started to turn to dig through her backpack.

“Nevermind...here, cmon quick.”

He whipped out some house keys and dug one into the bag. A fluffy white pile sat on the edge. He raised it to her nostril, she sucked it up.

“Here, I gotta go, I’ll find you later.”

And with that he walked off.

Clara inhaled again, blocking off one nostril, then wiped off her nose with the back of her hand.

It hit her first in the front of her head, her brain, a cortex maybe, I don’t know. It was cold and hit hard. Her vision got blotted, like dotty and her head got cloudy. 

She stumbled back. “Whoooaaa.”

She felt a strong vibration on her back. Her boyfriend was calling. The ringing sounded so loud, like it would never stop. She tried to take her backpack off her shoulder and unzip the zipper, but she felt like she was moving so slowly and couldn’t find the zipper at all. The ringing stopped.

“Fucccckkkk!”

She started to walk closer towards the portojohns, she was walking but she felt like she was curving and lunging, stumbling platform over platform. What the fuck did I just snort?! Is this fucking like powdered acid! God dam fuck!

Things started to seem so far off, very far away, it felt like everyone near her was staring at her like she was a freak or something. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, she thought it was gonna explode.

She stared up at the sky at saw clouds falling at her like rain. She put her hands up to block them from hitting her and felt them bounce off her arms. She screamed but couldn’t tell if it was audible or not. Everything was black around her except for her crazy, tripped out tunnel vision. Help! Fuckkk Help!!

The music guided her toward a stage, she just kept listening and it made her feel calmer. Her walking was still jagged and hunched and she couldn’t tell who was next to her or in front of her. I’m gonna killlll that motherrr fuckkkkkkkkk.......

With one last unnn-cha she fell to the ground. Yards away from the nearest stage. Next to a middle aged DJ enthusiast in green army shorts. He stared at her, shaking his head.

“Kids these says just don’t know the art of day drinking.” He said.