#and y'all wonder why you never have meaningful friendships and relationships

[psalmsofpsychosis]

people that need the proper context and label for every single fucking thing in their lives and need it defined by Some Invisible Authority TM bore me to death. "this is the X space. X space rules state that X space is for doing Y and Z. Therefore in this space we do the assigned Y and Z functions and NOTHING ELSE, because that was not defined within the parameters of the space and IT'S INAPPROPRIATE." "this is a café; here you order coffee and food and do your job only make eye contact with people you've brought with you or keep to yourself" "this is a club, here you dance and drink alcohol and grind on strangers and suggest sex to people" "this is the supermarket; here you buy grocery and then go home" "this is the feminism circle; here you talk about women according to vague criteria and dont bring up anything else" what if i tell you that you can make a Barista's day brighter by pulling a baby duck out of your pucket and mimicking a duckie voice thanking them and wishing them a lovely day as they're registering your order? what if you debate Hegel's philosophy with someone in a club and you both find out that you've been trying for ages to look acceptable and well-within-the-shallow-lines and you dont have to? what if you go to the supermarket and a grandma asks you to tell them the name of earlier mentioned Duckie and you end up befriending a grandma that introduces you to the best 70s underground obscure psychedelic bands?

The point is, no space is truly defined to contain the full spectrum of spontaneous human expression. You cannot assign protocol behaviors to different "contexts" in a way that doesn't inherently diminish your humanity and kill you inside. the "Normalize blahblahblah—" you dont need normalization, you need your fucking personhood back. The context is you; you happen, other people happen, let yourself happen for fucks sake. "you can't chat a stranger up while you're both standing in line to get movie tickets" listen to me— their bag had a Batman and a Stitch keychain hanging from it, i wanted to tell them that i think Batman and Stitch would be best friends actually, in fact; i did! because here is the thing; i'm alive and i can show love when i feel it and i can do whatever the fuck i want. <3 I'm not gonna wait for some Almighty Invisible Authority TM voice to tell me which parts of my personality are green lighted for which artifically structured context, i'm a whole person, not a fucking puzzle, you dont get to tell me which parts of me do i pick out and leave outside the door as i enter a space. What dies within the inflexible bounds of "expected and appropriate behavior in expected and appropriate spaces" is the intelligent and exhilarating instinct of creativity and spontaneity, and you know what? not on me or my duckie's watch.

[marshmallowgoop]

Whenever I interact with popular Kill la Kill discussions, I'm always reminded of how I took something totally different away from the show.

And that's fine! Everyone's entitled to their own interpretations of a work, and all works will be uniquely meaningful to someone; that's the beauty of art. I'm not at all about telling folks that they "didn't get it" because they responded to a text in a way that I didn't.

But at the same time, I also feel that what I got out of Kill la Kill is a crucial, commendable element of the piece that deserves far more recognition. The friendship between Ryuko and Senketsu—and its underlying message of love overcoming prejudice—is a sweet, wonderful thing.

That's right: though it was severely toned down in the final version, the heavy emphasis on Senketsu's marginalization in an early draft strongly indicates that what is there in the actual series is definitely not accidental nor an overreading.

And it's good! Here's somebody who decides that it doesn't matter what others say, and it doesn't matter how "bad" this person makes her look; she knows he's a kind, loving individual, and she wants to be by his side.

Even if he's unfairly characterized as a monster because of his physical appearance, and even if she's mocked and ridiculed for even speaking to him, she'll protect him with her life. She knows he's worth it. She knows the bond they share is worth it.

Tsumugu: Now, then. Let go of it [Senketsu].

Ryuko: You’ll have to pry him out of my cold, dead hands!

And it's important to note again: she wants to be by his side. She doesn't ever stick with him because someone else forced her to. Their meeting was out of her control, yes, but she stays because it's her choice to—because she loves who he is, not what he can do for her.

Ryuko: We need to get stronger. I know we can, as long as we’re together.

Senketsu: Together... I guess you have no choice, since you have no other clothes.

Ryuko: That’s not why... 

Ryuko: We’ll stick together because we’re friends.

Senketsu: !!! 

Senketsu: Yeah... I suppose so.

After all, there's a reason that Ryuko pushes aside her goal of avenging her father's death in order to heal Senketsu when he's injured. There's a reason that she's so determined to save him that she becomes far more powerful.

Ryuko: I’m getting stronger?

Mako: It’s because what you desire is almost in reach! You’re so desperate ‘cause you’re fixated on your desire to get Senketsu back to normal.

There's a reason that she brutally, violently tears away something that's just like him, nearly killing herself in the process, proclaiming that it's all so she can reunite with the one she truly loves again.

Ryuko: I’d rather be dead! I have to take this off even if I die! Because if I don’t... I won’t be able to wear Senketsu again!

And the same goes for Senketsu, too, of course. He saves Ryuko from passing out...

Satsuki: The Kamui saved you from passing out from blood loss?

...helps her get to school on time...

...does everything in his power to bring her to safety when she's hurt... 

...and begs her not to wear him when he fears he'll put her in danger...

Senketsu: If you do not wear me, he has no reason to come after you.

...because he loves her for her.

These two spend nearly an entire series getting harassed and shamed. Ryuko's told that Senketsu will be the end of her. Satsuki turns her nose up at the mere idea that they could ever be good for each other. 

"A fairy tale," she says. 

Satsuki: Implying that you’ve formed a symbiotic relationship with the Life Fibers? That is a fairy tale.

But Ryuko and Senketsu prove all the naysayers wrong. They are good together. They bring out the best in each other. Their friendship is what literally saves the entire world.

So, talk of Kill la Kill being a bildungsroman, or all about conquering fascism, or focused on becoming comfortable in the skin you're in... they're all fair, valid readings. I don't mean to discount that.

But I also wish that there was more praise for Ryuko and Senketsu. They are, arguably, the entire heart and soul of Kill la Kill.

After all, there's a reason that the two wrapped in a tender embrace—presumably about to Synchronize and become one—serves as the cover art for the show's final volume. There's a reason that the series wants you to take that away from its 25 episodes, more than anything else.

There's a reason that scriptwriter Kazuki Nakashima expresses in The Complete Script Book that he felt Kill la Kill had to end with Ryuko and Senketsu saying goodbye because it began with the two saying hello.

There's a reason that Nakashima stressed at Kill la Kill's Anime Expo panel in 2014 that he "wanted to make a form of intimacy that transcends love and species."

There's a reason that an interviewer for Newtype magazine outright stated, "When you watch through to the last episode, you keenly feel that Kill la Kill is a story about the relationship between Ryuko and Senketsu."

And there's a reason that Ami Koshimizu, Ryuko's voice actress, answered, when asked about her thoughts on the bond between the two, "Senketsu and Ryuko are like family, like friends, like lovers, are in a very comfortable/close-fitting relationship. Had they both been human, it would not have been possible for them to have this relationship. I think that is what this wonderful work depicted."

There's been increased interest in Kill la Kill as of late due to the video game releasing in only a matter of a few weeks, and I've been very heartened by the attention Senketsu has received. He's the narrator of the game, and the fact that he's Ryuko's battle partner is never forgotten. She constantly talks to him while fighting, and in their dual-wielding state, the introductory and victory cutscenes always include long lines from him. 

Ryuko: Beating you was about the easiest thing ever! Right, Senketsu?

Senketsu: It means we’re stronger now. Much stronger than before.

More than that, Senketsu's eye and eyepatch even feature on the cover of the game's box art:

And the story mode—from Satsuki's perspective!—keeps him in mind, too. There's something especially charming about how Ryuko drops her tough-girl rage to whisper, "Senketsu, let's go!" as they flee a fight.

Ryuko: We can’t stop now, Senketsu. Let’s go!

Ryuko: Senketsu, let’s go!

So, I'm hopeful. I'm hopeful that the game will bring more love and appreciation for Ryuko and Senketsu. 

Because they're good, y'all. To feel worthless, to be hated, demonized, and to then find someone who says no, they're wrong, you're my friend, you matter to me... it's good. 

[the-doll-house-xo]

Yay for this new blog! Wishing y'all the best! ahh 😍 Can I pls request Jackson Wang jealous smut? Thank you lovelies xx

Jacksonsnoona435- Did you see Jackson and ___ together? They were so cute ^^Got7ornever- Woah can they go out already? I bet Jaebum is mad Jackson got to ___ First kekeCookielover804- I hope ___ realizes how lucky she is. Our Jackson is such a sweetheart

“Wow I can’t believe they actually think we’re a couple” You chuckled as your body laid across the living room couch in got7’s new dorm. Scrolling through the comments underneath the new picture Jackson had posted of the two of you wearing matching black hoodies and army pants while sharing a large banana spilt dessert, you were surprised how many fans thought you and the idol were dating.

“I told you to change before we went out. But ‘no, this outfit made my butt look good Jackson’ so now look where that got us.” Jackson’s voice came from below as he sat crossed legged on the floor as his back rested against the leg of the sofa. Looking up at you with his adorable smile, he wasted no time in taking the phone away from your hands and looked at the comments. “Jackson oppa is so cool…No wonder ___ is in love with him’. Well I can’t argue with that I am pretty awesome.” His once cheeky grin turned cocky as he winked up at you only to earn a pillow thrown in his face.

“Oh please, clearly you’re the one in love with me. I mean…look at these abs” You playfully lifted up your shirt to reveal no abs what so ever, just a soft stomach which was slightly fuller due to the meal you two had not too long ago.

“Oh yes…very sexy indeed.” The brunette rolled his eyes before the sudden vibration of your phone in his hands made him turn his attention to it.

{New Message: Alex]: I can’t wait to see you tonight ;-)

[New Message: Alex]: You looked so pretty yesterday in class. Ah I couldn’t concentrate

“So you’re going out with Alex again huh? What is this? The fifth date?” Jackson questioned while getting up from the floor. Handing out the phone to you, you couldn’t contain the blush rising to your cheeks as you typed out a quick reply to Alex.

“Yeah, I think he might ask to finally be my boyfriend. I’m really nervous for tonight. I hope everything goes well.” You called out from the couch as you could hear the idol moving around the kitchen most likely getting something to drink. Once you saw him walk back into the room with two bottles of water, you took one from his hand with a thankful smile and sat up straight.

“Are you sure you even like the guy? I mean it’s only the fifth date anything can happen. Plus I heard he’s a huge flirt around campus.” Jackson spoke out as he made himself comfortable on the couch beside you. Making you move on the cushions so he could rest his head in your lap, you were quick to push him away to hear a small groan leave his mouth. “Oh come on, I’m only telling you the truth!”

“Whatever Jackson. I’m not going to sit here and listen to you talk crap about a guy, who I happen to like very much by the way, and you hardly even know. So you know what. I’ll just leave early and get ready for my date. I’ll see you later.” You replied while getting up from the couch to grab your things.

You could hear the brunette calling out your name from behind but his words prior had turned your mood. Closing the door harder than expected, the idol was now left by himself.

[Later that night]

[New Message to: Jackson

[Text]: He already had a girlfriend. She showed up at the restaurant!

[Text]: I’m so embarrassed right now…I’m coming over. I just need someone to talk to.

-

“The little piece of shi-“

“Jackson, please. I just want to forget the whole thing happened. He wasn’t worth it anyways.” You mumbled as your stared down at your bare feet tapping against the rug in Jackson’s room. The moment you walked into the restaurant and saw Alex with his girlfriend should have been your signal to leave. But you were too foolish and walked up to the two. Alex knew he was caught red handed but his girlfriend was oblivious to the fact of you and him have been seeing each other for a few weeks.

Not one to cause drama in a public setting, you sat down with the two for a few minutes, using the excuse of dropping off notes to the boy so he wouldn’t have to explain to his girlfriend why he was meeting up with another girl at such a late hour. The act you put on was so good, his girl even gave you her phone number. Now, Shannon, has a permanent place in your contact list.

“I can’t believe you actually stayed that long. I swear, Y/N, you’re too nice sometimes.” Jackson caught off your train of thoughts as he wrapped an arm around you. Pulling you into his warm chest as he made you two lay down on his bed. The simple act alone wasn’t anything sexual. You and Jackson had been known to be two people who loved physical contact. Even with your friends from middle school, they gave you the nickname Koala because you always gave the best hugs.

Wrapping your arms around him, your head buried into the crook of his neck as you allowed two small tears to spill down your face. “I just feel so stupid. Why do I always end up with these types of guys. There must be something wrong with me.”

“No. Don’t say that. You’re perfect just the way you are. Sure, the guys you date are shitty. But that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. It’s them that has the issue.” Jackson’s breath danced against your shoulder as you felt his fingers tenderly running through your curled hair.

“You’re only saying that because you’re my best friend.” Your voice came out a soft whisper as you focused on the other’s gentle touches. Hearing something that sounded like an annoyed grunt coming from Jackson, you pulled back a little to look up and see his eyebrows pulled together as he seemed to be staring down at you in deep thought. “Jackson?”

“Do you think I only say these things because you’re my best friend? Really ____. Do you honestly think that’s the only reason?” He questioned as the hand stroking the ends of your hair traveled higher to the back of your neck as his index finger brushed against your skin.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied. You both knew it was a lie by the way your voice cracked the moment you felt his palm press down lightly as he gripped your neck to make you stare into his eyes.

“You know…” Jackson’s voice turned low and husky as his eyes stayed yours as he pulled you closer to his body. Using his free hand to hold onto your waist, a small smile was given as he watched your leg move to lay against his side. “I always get so jealous when I see you going out with these guys. How lucky they are to be in your presence and they don’t even know it.” He confessed as both of you began to breath harder and nothing but a simple change it position had happened.

“So… you’re jealous?” You bit down on your lower lip to conceal your grin. Everyone knew you had a crush on Jackson the moment you met him three years ago. Working for your father’s gym and training young adults over the summer. You would have never suspected Jackson Wang who was a rookie idol at the time to walk into the gym. One thing lead to another and the two of you ended up meeting once a month for workouts. Those workouts soon turned into hang outs with turned into you constantly staying at Got7’s dorm whenever the group wasn’t promoting. The two of you created a bond that was stronger than any friendship you’ve ever had.

A low chuckle left the young man’s lips as his tongue slipped out to tease you. “Me? Jealous?!…Of course, I was jealous. It should have been me taking you out of dates and treat you like the queen you are.  But with work, I knew it wasn’t right for me to confess and have you waiting here all the time while I’m overseas. I just couldn’t picture us being in a relationship where I’m never home to see you. You don’t deserve that. You should be with someone who has the time to spoil you and be there 24/7.” Jackson finally let the secret he’s been holding in for nearly two years spill as his grip around your waist tightened as though he was scared you were going to leave him. “I just want to see you happy. Even if that means it’s not with me.”

Watching as the brunette closed his eyes; waiting to hear your rejection. He inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath as he felt you small hand cup his cheek.

“Jackson…Look at me.” You said his name softly and smiled when you saw his brown orbs again. Allowing your thumb to stroke over the rough stubble against his cheek. You loved seeing his bare face when he went without shaving for a few days. He may call them flaws but to you, it made him even more handsome. “Do you really think I wouldn’t be happy with you? I don’t care you have to travel all the time. Your job is very important and you’re doing what you love. As long as you’re happy that’s all I care about. So if that means I’ll only be seeing you a couple times a month once you guys start promoting again, I’m completely fine with that. I’ve liked you since they first day we meant, stupid.” You playfully flicked the idol’s forehead only to have him grab your wrist and flip the two of you over as he laid on top of you.

“So you like me too huh?” The confident smirk he had earlier that day made its appearance once again as you could feel Jackson’s heart beating. Wasting no time to claim your lips for a heated kiss. The desperation the two of you felt for those two and a half years had finally been released.

The night everything happened so fast. Clothes were thrown places neither of you cared about as your soft whimpers and his deep grunts filled the room. Exchanging meaningful ‘I love yous’ and ‘Let’s just stay like this a little longer.’ You were surprised none of the guys had walked in to see what was happening between the two of you.

“I love you so much,” Jackson whispered against your lips as his hips worked to hit deep within your walls. Making your legs wrap tightly around his waist, the sweat began to roll down the side of his face as he felt his release building up. Rough kisses were given to your mouth down to your collar bones as the brunette made sure to leave his mark in several places along your chest. You were his now and the scratch lines you left on his back proved he was yours.

“Come for me baby. I want you to come first.” He grunted as his pace quickened. Leaning back to reach his hand down to play with your clit. The teasing of his thumb brushing against the sensitive bud made your toes curl in ecstasy.

“Jackson…Please.”

“You’re almost there….Come for me”

“Fuck!” You hissed as your essence dripped down your thighs. Weak arms moving to wrap around the other’s shoulders. You held on tightly to him as your sensitive walls squeezed around his dick. Encouraging him to finish as well.

Hearing your love give his last grunt as you felt him suddenly pull out to coat your thighs with his own release. Both of you then collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.  Everything had changed now. Now longer were you two best friends. Instead, you were lovers. Or were you that already? The question was one both of you knew the moment Jackson turned on the bed too wipe away the sweat on your cheek and smiled

“So I guess this means we’re together now?”

“I guess so.”

“See, and you said my fans were crazy.” The brunette chuckled and held you close to his chest, only to receive a soft slap on the arm.

“Yeah, whatever…just don’t get cocky.”

“Um…it’s a little too late for that don’t you think, baby~”