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talaok · 1 year

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Good afternoon honey, I was wondering if you could write dark! Joel x plus size reader where the reader is suffering with body image and that night you go out to a club and meet Joel but smut? love the blog🥰

Pairing:Joel Miller x plus size!reader

Warnings: body image problems, negative talk of reader's body and self, smut| dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, a bit of degrading, and dark! Joel

A/n: ok ok ok I've never written a plus-size reader so if this is bad just tell me, honestly, I'll delete it, it's fine (yes I'm really nervous about this, I'm scared it's disrespectful) thank you so much for the ask tho babe💗

The dress looked absolutely horrendous on you. It was too tight and too loose in all the wrong places.

Your curves looked like they were stretching the fabric so much it was gonna tear the moment you took a step, and the makeup on your face now just looked like a pathetic attempt at driving people's attention away from it.

This was a mistake, you sighed, looking at the loser staring back at you from the other side of the mirror.

I should have never agreed to this, It's so fucking stupid.

You mumbled to yourself as you unsuccessfully tried fixing the dress in any way that wouldn't make it look so incredibly ridiculous.

Maybe I can pretend I'm sick or something,

Maybe I got a really bad headache all the sudden,

Maybe I got fucking infected, I don't know, that would be believable. I can just start making some weird ass noises and I doubt she'd still want to go out with me.

"Hey, you ready?" Kora opened the door, causing all your plans to fall apart with one single action.

"yep" you forced a smile "all ready"

"Great, let's go!"

fuck my life man.

__ __ __

"Are you serious?" you asked, actually kind of mad

"I know, I know, I'm sorry"

"you've just met him" you pointed out, frustration and annoyance lacing your tone.

"I know" she repeated "but-" she sighed, glancing back at the man "he's so hot y/n, I mean-"

you rolled your eyes "Whatever, go have fun, I'm just gonna go home"

"no don't go home, you can have fun without me," she said "Maybe with someone else..." she raised her brows suggestively and you felt one breath away from punching her.

You shot her a look.

Yeah, like anyone would want to "have fun" with me

"what?" she asked, clueless

you stared at her, the same expression in your eyes.

"you know what"

"oh my god," she moaned "again with this thing? Y/n you're hot as fuck, anyone with half a brain cell can see that"

You remained silent.

You hated the pity party of having everyone constantly lie to you about how you looked.

Just tell me the truth. I look like shit.

It's fine, I know it, you know it, the whole world fucking knows it so stop talking to me like I'm a fucking baby and tell me the truth.

I can take it. Trust me, I've been telling it to myself since I was born.

"in fact..." A small smirk tugged at her lips as her eyes focused somewhere behind you " I think somebody definitely noticed" she grinned like an idiot as she stared at someone behind you.

"shut up" you stopped her "You know he's not," you said "He's probably looking at you"

"Oh no" she shook her head, that stupid smile still tugging at her lips "No he's definitely looking at you" She waved at him and you immediately grabbed her hand, forcing it down

"stop! what are you doing!?"

"I'm helping you out" she smirked "You'll thank me later," she said with a wink, turning to walk away but not before chuckling a taunting"Have fun"

Goddamnit

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you sneakily tried to catch a glimpse of whatever Kora was talking about.

She was probably bluffing, you thought as you slowly turned, but just then, you had to think again.

A man was looking at you, no, not looking, staring.

His eyes were pointed at you like a viewfinder in a gun.

He was sat at a table alone, an empty beer bottle clutched in one hand, and the other one relaxed on his leg.

He looked focused, like a tiger watching a gazelle.

His salt and pepper beard suggested he was older, and so did the lines across his forehead.

But most of all... his eyes were the tell.

His deep brown eyes staring back at yo-

shit

You turned away.

Fuck

I was staring at him,

You clutched your purse to leave, but a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"hi sweetheart"

He sounded exactly how you'd imagined.

You turned to him, your eyes glimmering with shame

"hi" you breathed "Sorry if I bothered you"

He chuckled "A pretty thing like you could never bother me"

he sat down "Besides," he said "I was staring at you first"

You forced a chuckle as an awkward silence fell between you.

"I saw your friend left," he said, sitting down on the stool next to you,

"yeah" You nodded "She does that a lot"

"that's too bad" he cooed "well maybe not entirely" he considered, something switching in his tone.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"I-I'm y/n"

"y/n" he let your name roll out his mouth with ease "pretty name for a pretty lady" he commented, "I'm Joel"

"nice to meet you" you mumbled, stumbling over your own words.

Was he coming onto you?

"the pleasure's all mine darling"

He definitely was

But, like... why?

"I'm sorry-do you- do you know my friend?"

He grinned, his white teeth showing "no,"

"she didn't like, tell you to come here or anything?"

A small laugh fled his throat "no sweetheart"

"oh" you breathed "so you came here 'cause..." you trailed off,

" 'cause you caught my eye from the moment you entered, and when I saw your friend leave you here all alone, I couldn't not offer a bit of company"

You felt a shy smile spill from your lips

" 'got a pretty smile angel" he smirked

"t-thank you"

He chuckled again "Why are you so nervous sweetheart?" he asked, his hand traveling to your thigh and stopping all oxygen from getting to your lungs "Is it me? Am I so scary?" his voice got lower as he inched closer "I don't bite y'know?" he joked "not unless you want me to"

A small gasp fled your throat, making him chuckle.

"what is it, angel?"

"I-I'm sorry I'm just not- used to this"

"Now I don't believe that" he murmured "A sweet thing like you?"

"I just-"

"What?"

"nevermind"

"If you want we could go back to my place, and you can tell me all about it with a little more privacy" he suggested, "what do you say?"

Your cheeks were as red as the fire burning in his eyes.

"I-" you stuttered

"I can show you a good time angel"

"I'm sorry" you breathed, leaning away "I'm-I'm sorry I have to go to the bathroom" You stumbled over your own words, clutching your purse and rushing off the stool and through the groups of people in the club.

You didn't even realize you were bumping and hitting every person in your trajectory as all you were focused on was that damn door right in the corner.

Oh my god, what felt like the first actual breath you'd taken in ten full minutes, finally left your mouth as you entered the bathroom.

"oh my god," you mumbled to yourself, walking to the sink to look at your reflection in the mirror.

"what the fuck was that?" you sighed

Am I dreaming? Is that it?

If that's it this is not funny brain.

I'm so confused,

This is... I mean this is just-

What the fuck is this?

He's hot. Like hot hot and I'm... You looked at yourself, and I'm me.

You took a deep breath, looking around you.

The green stalls were empty, and the music was still blaring from the other side of the door.

You could still picture him, feel him. He was so close to you, and you could feel every molecule of your being dancing as his hand remained on your leg.

God, what the fuck

I don't even know how old he is.

And just then, the door opened.

You turned the faucet on to pretend to be washing your hands, but a voice startled you.

"there you are"

Your eyes snapped open

"T-This is the women's bathroom"

Joel smirked, "you thought you could get away from me that easily?" he asked, taking a step towards you.

"I-" you took a step back, but he followed.

"I was being nice there," he said "complimented you and shit"

Your back was to a stall and he was right before you.

"and what did you do?" he asked "you ran"

"I didn't mean to, I was j-"

"what, angel?" he mocked "You got shy?"

"well don't you worry" His hand went to your chin, tilting it up "I'll fix that right up" He took another step, imprisoning you "I'll help you out sweetheart, mh?"

Your mouth gaped open to say something, but before you could, his lips were on yours, and his hands on your back were forcing you flush against him.

His tongue moved into your mouth as he quite literally shoved you into the stall behind you, pressing you against the closed door.

"thought you could get away from me?" he growled, kissing your neck as his hands roamed on your body, one of them roughly grabbing your ass "Thought I was just gonna let you go?" he asked, now looking at you.

"oh no angel" he kissed your mouth "I have to have you" he murmured "And I will" He kissed you again, and this time, you found yourself reciprocating.

This was wrong and scary and weird, and still... countless butterflies filled your belly.

"there you go" he praised you "That's a good girl" He moved some hair out of your face " 'knew you wanted this too," he said "knew you'd be good, angel" He smirked before you felt his hands go to your waist.

"turn around for me"

With a little push from him, you did, finding your cheek flush against the door.

"god baby" his hands took in every inch of you, adoration clear in his tone "Wanted to fuck this body of yours since I first saw you" he explained, as he slowly rolled your dress up to your waist until only your panties were left to cover you.

"it's what you wanted too, isn't it," he asked, suddenly grabbing your arms to force them together behind your back "You wanted to be fucked like a little slut didn't you?" he continued as his hand pulled your panties down, the cold hitting your core "didn't you angel?" he urged, his grip tightening as he kissed your neck again.

"I-" You didn't know what to say. you were feeling too many things at once.

"Tell me you want this" he breathed, and you heard his zipper being undone.

"tell me you want this angel," he asked again, his hot breath on the skin of your neck "C'mon, I know you do"

" I do" you admitted, and you felt him smirk.

"that's right" He nodded, positioning himself at your entrance "and you're gonna get it" he promised, pushing himself into you hard.

"fuck" Your moan resembled more of a scream as you tightened your fists on your back

"What angel, can't take it?" he taunted, speeding up " 's too big for you little slut?"

"y-yes" you begged, making him chuckle "I can't take it"

"yes you can" he groaned "You're gonna take it all in this little tight pussy and you're not gonna complain about it, understand?"

"understand?" he asked again, his threatening voice spilling in your ear.

"y-yes I'm sorry"

"good girl" he praised, resuming his violent pace, as a cry fled your mouth and tears filled your eyes.

He smacked your ass and you gasped, but before you could let out a moan, his hand covered your mouth.

The door had opened, and two women had walked in.

"we gotta be quiet, angel" he whispered to your ear

"can you be quiet for me?"

"can you be a good little girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me?

"mh-mh" you nodded, your breathing made difficult by his hand on your mouth

"atta girl," he said, still fucking you, but much slower, and to your dismay, much deeper.

He was hitting undiscovered spots inside of you, and the mix of the pain from his cock stretching you with the pleasure of each thrust was making it really hard not to moan.

"fuck" he groaned softly in your ear "You've got the tightest little pussy angel," he said "Squeezing me so good" he breathed " like it's made for me"

You whined

"Like you were made to be my little slut" he whispered "and have this little cunt abused by my cock"

Your eyes were wide shut, your orgasm approaching as he kept hitting you so fucking well.

"you coming angel?" he asked and you nodded "We're gonna come together" he purred "I'm gonna fill you up real good" his breathing was ragged "and then you're gonna get out there and dance with my come leaking down your thighs"

"you understand?"

You nodded

"no cleaning up," he said "I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are"

The women's voices resumed. Or maybe they never stopped. You had no idea of what was happening beside your impending orgasm.

"fuck" he groaned "Such a good fucking slut" he whispered, his head falling in the crook of your neck, as the door opened again and the women finally got out.

His hand left your mouth

"you coming angel?"

"y-yes"

"then let it all out baby"

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seijuurouxryuu · 5 years

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red sweater and biceps

Title: red sweater and biceps Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: T Pairing: Fon/ Reborn Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompts: Mutual Pining | Social Media AU Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warning

Day 5: Rain Day

It all started with a post on the College Confession site.

(Or, Reborn and Fon being dumb gays)

AO3

Key:

espresso/ espresso or die: Reborn soft: Luce Later Alligator: Verde (CREDITS TO BLUE-SENPAI [OnceABlueMoon] FOR THE NAME) War God: Hibari Kyouya give me your bank PIN: I-Pin Lal my qUEEN: Colonello bitch what: Lal Mirch No Money No Talk: Mammon PLEASE LET ME GO: Sawada Tsunayoshi

It all started with a post on the College Confession site.

#35867

To the red sweater guy with awesome biceps in class S344, you’ve taken my breath away the moment you walk through the door. Have a nice day.

p/s: Please let me touch your biceps.

L1: Oh wow OP calm your thirst.

L2: OP youre valid.

L3: IS THIS WHO I THINK IT IS?!

L4: red sweater guy omg @Fon yoU HAvE aN AdmIRer!

L5: omg it is fon omg omgo mgom

L6: TO THINK THAT I’VE LIVED UNTIL THIS DAY TO SEE FON GETTING HIT ON SO OPENLY

L7: Finally it’s not another confession-to-Reborn post

Lnth: OP’s words are never truer.

And from that moment onwards, wherever Fon goes, people would stare at him and whispers, giggling as he walked pass them. It was fine at first but it had soon gotten very annoying, because while Fon was fine with crowds or stares, he was of a Hibari and all Hibari Hates. Crowds. And Noises.

Fon rubbed his temple, lips pursing. It was a rare moment for him to expose his feelings in public, but he was far too irritated. He folded his sleeves of his button down—not red thank you very much—up as he made himself comfortable on the plastic chair. Or, as comfortable as plastic chairs can get because it definitely wasn’t.

If he could, he would like to find the culprit to the prank—yes, it could only be a prank—and have a good talk with them. And probably a punch. In fact, he would probably punch Luce for showing him the post if it weren’t for the fact that Luce is Very Scary when provoked. He would rather stay ignorant to all that, thank you very much.

To be honest, it wasn’t as though he didn’t want to find the culprit. He tried by asking Mammon, but they simply ignored him even when he offered the Materialstm, saying that they still wanted to live and something else that was incoherent to Fon. He tried by approaching his older cousin Alaude who definitely knew who but was ignored and sent away as well, only with a contemplating look. What did that even mean?

Anyways, long story short, Fon tried for the whole two weeks, but ultimately failed to find out who it was. He sighed as he spun his ballpoint pen, waiting for the lecturer to come in. It was S344 again, and this time he had come early to scrutinize all his classmates—not all whom he knew well—to see if he can figure out who it was, since that was the only clue given.

Sitting at the highest level in the lecture hall—he can effort not listening to the teacher so it doesn’t matter—he scanned through the class and stared at all the students that had arrived early, mentally cancelling whoever that didn’t seem like the one.

‘Not here yet, I guess.’

Soon, the class started to fill up and Fon simply just gave up. One, there were too many students and all of them are still buzzing around who god-knows-what reason. Two, this one guy with cute, curly sideburn and abyss-like eyes arrived.

A small smile and a statement in the smooth, pleasing voice shook Fon down to the core. “I supposed that you’re trying to find who posted that post.”

Holy shit.

“I-I’m sorry, what?”

The chuckle he gave Fon definitely made his legs weak and Fon was so thankful that he was sitting instead of standing. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“I—no, no. Definitely not. Go ahead.” Shit, Fon was turning stupid from how hot the other was.

“Thanks.” And he slid in, sitting beside Fon. “So how’s the progress? Found any suspect?”

Fon didn’t answer for a moment as he blinked a few times to digest the question. (‘Stupid, you aren’t supposed to be this dumb. Granted, he is too hot…’) Then he frowned a little. “You know me?”

A snort. “Of course. You’re currently the hottest topic at the moment. One would have to live 15 feet underground to not know who you are.”

Fon looked like he wanted to groan out loud but stopped himself because it would rather rude of him and that earned a look of sympathy. “Don’t worry. Things will quiet down after a while.”

“How sure are you?” Fon tilted his head. “Trust me.”

Fon raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t ask further. If the other doesn’t want to talk, then he would rather not talk. Plus, the lecturer had arrived. The two of them turned back to the class—or, well, they tried to. Fon was very distracted with his seat companion’s presence and the dying urge to turn around and stare at the beautiful pair of eyes. It was the first time he had noticed so much of a person and wanted to know so much more.

Also, he would die to keep talking with him just to hear his voice.

A click and Fon paled slightly.

Oh god, did he just get himself a crush?

soft

Forget the confession. Forget finding the culprit.

Um, Fon, bby? Are you alright?

Fdskajfldsk

No.

Oh dear, what happened?

I saw the Devil

And I want to punch them

In the face

With my mouth

Softly

Oh?

OHHHH

Luce please kill me I don’t need this

Oh babe, come over. We’ll have a Talk

Mission: PROTECT FON AT ALL COST

soft

@everyone please come over to our usual spot to give moral support to our beloved bby fon

Later Alligator

Is Killer 3.5 needed?

War God

@Later Alligator yes

Later Alligator

My invention is not for you Hibari back off

War God

You can’t stop me

give me your bank PIN

Hibari-san no

Also @soft who do I need to kill for master?

soft

No fighting. Anyone who brings weapons will be barred from entering the base.

War God

Bold of you to assume that I need my tonfa at all.

soft

I’ll tell Tsuna that you are the one who burnt his manga

War God

I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.

soft

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War God

I know where you live.

soft

and so do I. ANYWAYS! There’s no need to kill anyone! Just come and you’ll know!

The first time Reborn saw Fon was in S344. That day, he was sitting alone on the highest level because he liked looking down at everyone from higher ground. (Plus, it wasn’t as though he needed to listen to lectures; he was just attending because he had nothing better to do.) He was scrolling through the Confession site, snorting at idiotic posts, when Fon walked into class with a perfectly fitted red sweater that hugged his frame—especially his biceps—so beautifully. He was carrying a laptop bag and a few files, smiling at something on his phone as he climbed up the stairs.

Reborn was awestruck, eyes wide as he stared at the angel that gotten closer and closer. His heart had unknowingly started thumping louder as he took in the most perfect man he had ever saw like a lost, thirsty traveller who had not drank in days. Reborn had almost stopped breathing when Fon looked up to find an empty row.

Their eyes met.

And Fon smiled.

Shit.

He was so dead.

(He had spent the whole period staring at Fon’s back, especially his exposed neck and arm, thanking god that he was sitting directly in front of him. It wasn’t until Fon left the room that he realized that he was actually drooling.)

Leon is the best @espresso . 57s

Have you ever seen someone so beautiful that you just want to die?

Lal my qUEEN

OmG GuYs haVE yoU seEn Reborn’s tweet?!

bitch what

No???

Did he delete it?

Lal my qUEEN

@espresso or die WHY DID YOU DELETE IT GET OVER HERE fdhsaklfjdsAFJDSL

bitch what

What did he do again?

@espresso or die What did you do again?

Stop depriving us

I know you’re on rn

espresso or die

lies

Lal my qUEEN

KORA REBORN! STOP DISAPPEARING!

REBORN!

OI!

@espresso or die DUDE EXPLAIN

Fjflkds that’s IT!

@No Money No Talk RECEIPT! I’LL GIVE YOU FIFTY (50) AND A STRAWBERRY MILK!

No Money No Talk

Hundred and two, no less.

Lal my qUEEN

ALRIGHT

No Money No Talk

thirst.jpg

espresso or die

You’re dead to me, Viper.

No Money No Talk

It’s Mammon.

And you’re welcome.

PLEASE LET ME GO

fkldsajflkds omg

Are you okay Reborn? Are you sick? What temperature are you?

Do we need to call an ambulance? Or do we need to call for a priest?

espresso or die

Dead. You’re all dead to me.

Especially you, @Lal my qUEEN

I’m coming for you first.

Lal my qUEEN

Fldksjfl;dsarlwea

PLEASE LET ME GO

RIP

espresso or die

You’re next

PLEASE LET ME GO

WHY ME?!

A/N= As you can see, its not fully complete. I didn't finish it because I couldn't make the plunny move + no motivation/inspiration. I might pick it up again when I do have the motivation to.

At least this is longer and written just for this event unlike the previous one...

[I apologize for any grammar, spelling, etc. etc. mistake]

#Katekyo Hitman Reborn #KHR #khrrarepairweek2019 #Reborn #Fon #Sawada Tsunayoshi #Luce #Verde #Mammon #Viper #Colonello #Lal Mirch #My Writings #Hibari Kyouya #I-Pin

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ripleyvansant · 5 years

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LOCATION: Palmetto Dorms, Vixen Den DATE: November 10th TIME: 7:30 AM TRIGGERS: addiction, homophobia, gender stereotypes MENTIONS: @cadxmitchell CLOSED

Ripley awoke the next morning after the game in one of his friend’s dorm rooms with no idea that Cade wouldn’t be there all weekend. He left the game in a rush to go hang out with some of his friends from his Calculus class. They’d talked him, somehow, into attending another party and this time he actually decided to drink something. Ripley hadn’t drank enough to get a headache, but from the groans of his friend, they weren’t so lucky. For a moment he sat there, trying to find some reason to get out of bed early on a Saturday, but struggling to find some reason. He ignored his phone, which somehow was still alive, as it vibrated on his friend’s desk.

“For fuck’s sake, Ripley. Get your phone,” they groaned, covering their head with their pillow.

“Sorry,” he replied and reached up to grab it.

5 voicemails. 25 new text messages.

What the actual fuck?

Ripley managed to say goodbye to his friend before promising to catch up later and then headed out of the room. The second he closed the door, he pressed play on one of the voicemails.

VOICEMAIL FROM UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey, Ripley. It’s me, your dad. I know our last conversation didn’t go very well and I’m sorry about that. I wanted to reach out and hopefu…

He didn’t give his father a second to finish, deleting the voicemail before hearing anymore. Ripley was not in any mood to forgive his father. If the man truly wanted forgiveness, he would have come back a long time ago and not insulted Ripley’s interests to his face the second he showed up. Ripley didn’t want to hear the older man’s bullshit, no matter if he was trying to apologize.

VOICEMAIL FROM MOMMA: Ripley? Why aren’t you picking up? We always talk after the game. If you get this, give me a call. I want you to know I’m very proud of you. I know you’re going through a lot and it’s difficult, but you’re doing such a great job and I love you very much. I watched the game and GO FOXES! I still don’t understand Exy, but you mom and I are learning. Anyway, call me when you get a chance. There’s something I want to talk to you about. I love you so much. Bye.

Ripley felt so guilty sometimes after talking to his moms. He somehow always managed to fool them into thinking he was alright when he was really struggling. They didn’t deserve that, but he knew that if they knew he was struggling, they wouldn’t hesitate to move to Palmetto to be closer to him. He didn’t know what he did to deserve such a great set of parents. He just didn’t want them to continue to uproot their lives for him.

VOICEMAIL FROM UNKNOWN NUMBER: Ripley. It’s me again. I…

He pressed the delete button the moment he heard his dad’s voice. He was starting to get angry. Who gave his father the right to contact him? And also, where did he get the number? Ripley hadn’t given it to him when they’d seen each other last. His number had changed several times and only a few people had this current number. A few friends from Blowing Rock, his friends at Palmetto, and his siblings and moms. That was about it. Ripley wondered how his dad had managed to get this number.

VOICEMAIL FROM PIP: Hey little bro. Moms said that you had a game, so I figured I’d call you late. Don’t know what you’re up to, but sorry if I’m interrupting your celebration or something. I was calling to let you know that dad managed to get ahold of me somehow. We talked for a very long time and I ended up inviting him to Thanksgiving, I hope that’s okay. He seemed to think that you don’t want to talk to him and I don’t know if that’s true or not. I gave him your cell phone number, so he’s probably going to call you. I don’t know what happened Rip, but he’s changed. He wants…

Ripley deleted the voicemail before it finished and couldn’t help the anger. Out of all of his siblings, he figured Kora would be the one stupid enough to let dad in. She barely remembered him and had no real reason to hate him. Ripley barely remembered his dad leaving, but Pip had always managed to put a sour taste in his mouth whenever he talked about their dad. It was Pip that made him hate his father and feel anger towards the man that just abandoned him. It was Pip that told him that Marshall Van Sant had sworn he’d never come back, when he’d promised Ripley he’d be back. It was Pip that had become a father figure to Ripley. Pip was the one that introduced Ripley to The X-Files, cryptids, and helped him figure out his love for science. Pip was the first to know Ripley’s sexuality. Pip was the one Ripley went to the first time he’d gotten drunk. Pip was the one that came to every single family visit when he was in rehab. Pip was the sibling Ripley had always looked up to in every situation. But all of that was on the backburner because right now it was Pip that had betrayed him.

VOICEMAIL FROM MOMMA: Ripley. Please call me. Where are you?

His fingers dialed a number. Waiting for the person on the other side to pick up.

“Hello?” the groggy voice at the other end of the phone answered.

��How could you?” Ripley yelled.

“What? Ripley?”

“I can’t believe you gave Marshall my number and invited him to Thanksgiving. Do you know what shit I had to deal with when he came to visit me at Palmetto earlier this year? Did you even think to ask me what happened before you just gave him my number?”

“Ripley… wait… what happened?”

“He’s homophobic, you fucking idiot!”

“Well we knew that.”

“And you think it’s a good idea to let him into the house with moms? With me? With Etta? No, Pip. It’s not. He knows I’m pansexual. God, Etta’s partner is non-binary. How could you even invite him?”

“Moms already said he could come.”

“They did what now?” Ripley couldn’t keep the shock out of his voice.

“Yeah. Listen Rip…”

Ripley didn’t give Pip the chance to answer. He hung up the phone and he dialed his mom’s number. He knew they were probably awake even if it was early for a Saturday. He didn’t wait long before he heard one of his moms pick up the house phone.

“Tell me Pip is lying and you didn’t say yes to Marshall coming to Thanksgiving.”

“He wasn’t supposed to tell you that. We were going to tell you.”

“Mom, please tell me you’re joking. This is some kind of practical joke.”

“Look, I’m not going to say your father is a good guy. He’s far from that, but can’t you give him a chance?”

“I did! He found me here at Palmetto. During parent’s weekend. And you know within the first five minutes of our conversation, he said some really disgusting things about how I’m conducting my life and how you and momma ruined me.”

“Ripley.”

“No. I don’t want to hear excuses. I want him gone. If he comes to Thanksgiving. I won’t. End of story. I’m not giving him a third chance.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone before Ripley heard his mom sigh, “I’m sorry.”

“Have fun without me,” he scoffed and hung up the phone.

Ripley had one more phone call to make. He looked at the missed calls on his phone and found the one his father had called from. He dialed the number and it went straight to voicemail. Typical. He should have figured Marshall would still be asleep, but that wasn’t going to stop Ripley from leaving a voicemail.

“Call this number again and I’m going to block it. But if I hear one bad thing about some fucked up thing you did at Thanksgiving. I won’t hesitate to track you down…” and do what? It wasn’t like Ripley could do anything to hurt him. “You know what… I don’t care. Don’t call me again.”

His mom had already tried to call him back, but Ripley wasn’t in the mood to deal with this anymore. Instead, he turned off his phone and walked back to the Vixen Den, trying to keep his anger at bay. So he was all alone now. Fine. But he could really use a friend. Maybe now he was done avoiding Cade. Ripley needed someone. He walked slowly back to the Den and made his way to his room, which he’d barely slept in all week. He looked to Cade’s side of the room and sighed before figuring his roommate would be back to the room soon enough, which was the thought going through his mind when he spotted the note on his bed. He hadn’t been here since waking up at 6 AM on Friday morning. Ripley quickly read the note and let out a sigh. He’d have to wait. But he turned on his phone to send one text message.

TO CADE: Can we talk when you get back? I need a friend.

#self para.#addiction tw #homophobia tw #when you thought you saw the last of marshall van sant at parent's weekend #self / 002.

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Some people like Immanuel is a ducking ashoe He thinks he is better than everyone. The things that prove he is an ashoe are...

In 2015, I went with Nihal for a small trip to Coorg. Immanuel said don't go it wont be nice for you and you will feel bored. I said its okay as I am just sitting at room, so I will go. But it turned out to be best trip so far in my life. Best in terms of people and place. Coming to Immanuel, I thought he is giving me good advise but later I realised he was just saying it because he can't go anywhere and he will be alone in the hostel.

Next during mock interview, he asked me so many unmeaningful questions. Later after college he had a lover he didnt even said to me, its okay. I am interested in that but he acts like sorry i didnt say athan ennala thangika mudiyathu. Na ethavathu solati appadiyey na than etho thappu panna mathri pesrathu appa apa pa.. shabba...

Na Nandi hills ponathey ivan pasanga kita enathaiyo solli vachrukan tepayan. Ivan ponungaloda ethavathu panna athu normal ithey na pasangaluku priority kuduthu ellam panni micham irukra timela etho panirupen athu abnormalam.. na ivanuku evlo kasta patu panathellam pakka matan.. na mithavangaluku ethavathu vishyam pana pothum.

Ashiwini oru ponnoda apdi ipdi iruthutu oorla irukravangala ellam kora solrathu.. sila per truea irupanga avangala pathi gossip pesrathu.. ivan panna nyam mithavanga panna anniyayam... Mutual friendla irukan athan innum frienda contactla vachruka vendiyatha iruku ilati epovo delete panirukanum...

Waiting for thw right time to remove him from life.

#worst friend

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poppun-chan · 7 years

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The Year of Keroro Challenge Update 4 (Yes Sir)

Goodness, even though I mentioned looking forward to this one it took quite a while to write it (this has been a difficult week)in terms of watching I’m almost finished with the first season, actually, one strange thing I noticed was that the valentines episode actually lines up with valentines day. But before we get started Jlucy pointed out to me that the scene from episode 21 with the car is specifically a nod to “Castle of Caliostro” with the drivers being based on two of the main characters and the car being a nod to the Fiat from the movie. Actually I wonder if the writers for the dub had this in mind when they were writing; in the English version the driver mentions he was renting a car because he didn’t want to use his Fiat.

Either way I had planned to wait until there weren’t any text pieces to translate, but I have at least one more of these non-episode specific notes to do before we reach episode 65, so a bit on name origins (The ones for the Human characters will probably be less familiar, but still....)

Keroro-Kero, the noise a frog makes (I’ve always suspected this is actually a really common name)

Tamama-Otamajakushi, meaning tadpole (I really find myself wondering about his family background that his parents gave him a name that assumes he’s going to look like a child for a long time)

Giroro-Giro, the onomatopoeia for glaring at someone/something

Kururu-Kuru, it’s used as an onomatopoeia, a noun, and a verb, either way it refers to something twisting, spinning or turning (which is why his resonance creates a loop)

Dororo-It’s best known as a reference to the Osamu Tezuka manga Dororo, which takes place in the feudal era, it also works as a play on Doro-Doro which is the sound of something dripping

And the plan count:

Serious Plans: K66:16 D66:1 MMK:1 TMM:1

Funding Plans: K66:1

It’s a plan, I Swear!: K66:5 (I’m throwing the sports day mission in here too)

Oh look! Progress!: K66:3

And the marker board from episode 27:

Episode 22: Now first of all I’ve always enjoyed this episode, the absurdity, the cute break down Tamama has at the end, the completely impractical but still fun plan (actually I think Tamama only comes up with three plans over the course of the entire show and they’re all more or less the same basic concept). Plus the little stealth pun when Natsumi gets angry about the shower; she shouts “Kora!” which is an interjection that can be used as a reprimand, but it’s pronounced similarly to Cola.

Actually, speaking of this part I have to admit I sort of agree with Tamama’s point that Fuyuki could just serve that cake in the fridge instead of making dinner....Actually even the bit about accounting for nutritional balance could sort of be refuted; Baked goods often contain grains and eggs, not always dairy but ice cream and cheese cake covers that, his plan allowed tuna as an exception so that’s meat covered, plus many desserts are made with fruit and there are some made with vegetables (carrot cake, anything with pumpkin in it, corn cake), sure most people would probably either stop eating before this point or simply die trying, but theoretically it IS possible to get normal nutrients that way....Yes I’ve seriously thought about this; there are quite a few characters that can be explained this way.

Finally no discussion of this episode would be complete without bringing up the infamous letter, so I’m going to try and cover this in more depth since I have the luxury of making this a separate note. First of all, it’s written really oddly; everything except the word “leader” is written in katakana which you normally wouldn’t do (hiragana only is a different matter, but in modern times it’s considered a bit childish). One big issue with not using kanji is that it’s much harder to tell what you’re trying to say, plus katakana itself is a bit sticky since some of them strongly resemble each other or other kanji (one relevant to this is katakana ni resembling the kanji for two which is often pronounced the same way). The revealed part admittedly seems phrased a bit simply, but it says “Taichou wa Tamama ni” or “Tamama’s Leader” while the full message is “Taichou wa Keroro ni Makasetamama ni” or “Keroro will be left as the leader” I suppose the closest thing in English would be if the letters were a bit more spaced apart instead of grouped together

And fun fact; Etsuko Kozakura, the woman who provides Tamama’s voice, also did the voice of Puppetmon/Pinocchimon from the original Digimon series. I just thought I’d mention this since I noticed a few....similarities between their management styles (Though Tamama just imprisoned people who crossed him instead of....deleting them)....actually watching the episode and knowing this made me look into Digimon again, did you know one of the newer series has a Puppetmon who is one of the friend Digimon that shows up every now and then? Really. They have his nose grow when he lies (including to himself) and give him some really charming moments....and he shares his English voice with Keroro, hm.

Episode 23: And it’s the clone episode! I have to confess, the bit about the clones not having a star always makes me wish there was a video of the original Keroro singing the song from the Sneetches, the one where the starred Sneetches are roasting marshmallows....I know it’s a strange association to make, but....Come to think of it, I don’t think this was a manga chapter, I’m not completely sure and I know most of the season one episodes were based on the manga, but I know a few stories were anime exclusive and I believe this was the first one, either way it’s hilarious to see Keroro being the responsible one and getting annoyed by the behaviour of his own clones (still, at least there was an easily visible way of telling them apart, which is better than what happened with Pinkie Pie, some people still theorise that they kept the wrong Pinkie).

Now for a bit of a sticky area, especially since I’ve been putting up with my grandfather’s preoccupation with this particular time for most of my life, but I noticed something a bit odd. Even now, a lot of people seem to be weirded out by the “clone salute”, but they actually switched two of the syllables in the Aliens’ name for Earth because the original term from the manga was associated with the Sino-Japanese wars (I’m not sure which, there’s two major ones and a bunch of smaller conflicts, but the second big one was during the world war) and was banned from television. I’d be curious to find out what it is that makes one war reference more acceptable than another (maybe because calling Earth “Pokopen” alludes to much longer standing conflict with a specific country? I have to admit I always wondered if the best way of handling “touchy terms” would be to find a positive, unrelated use for them so they take on a new meaning and the old one eventually falls out of use; you often hear about the power of words, but it’s actually their meanings that have effect rather than the words themselves)

Episode 24: Oh dear it’s 556, I have to admit I’ve never liked this guy (though I will admit, I like the instrumental version of his song on the Christmas album) I know for a lot of people felt the same way with Joriri eventually replacing him, but it didn’t work the same way for me.

Actually, one thing I love about this episode is how when Keroro wonders about the emotions he’s feeling watching 556 fighting “monsters” they immediately cut to Tamama; it’s almost as if the cinematography is saying “Let’s ask your resident expert, shall we?”

Actually I recently looked at the Japanese version of the full character page again, I think there’s one surprising one on there; I know 556 and Labbie are references to Space Sheriff Gaven and a character named Annie from Space Sheriff Shaider, but the character page lists their relationship as Gukyou-Kenmai or “Goofy Older Brother, Wise Younger Sister” which was the original title for a T.V. series called “Otoko wa Tsurai yo” or “It’s tough to be a man” which later became a huge film series of the same title (Often called “Tora-san” after the main character, Torajirou), spanning 48 installments and nearly three decades (only ending when the actor playing Torajiro died). The films followed a similar formula of Torajirou the traveling salesman going home to his sister’s family, walking out after getting into an argument and meeting a distressed young woman in the next town he goes to and offering to let her stay at the family’s sweet shop if she needs it. Eventually this happens and he falls in love with her, but in trying to win her over indavertantly ends up setting her up with another man and ending up disappointed, but putting on a brave face and wishing her the best before journeying to another town in hopes of getting over her and eventually becoming somebody his family can be proud of.

The first movie was actually made to please fans of the original show who were upset that Torajirou died of a snakebite in the final episode, it also took quite a bit of convincing from the director to get the first movie made. Incidentally, the working title for the original show came from the final caption in another piece Torajiro’s actor played in

Episode 25: And here we have a Nishizawa family quarrel....which is appearently not considered complete unless enough money is spent that you could buy a small town and heavy weapons are nearly used (that’s the second time Keroro’s nearly let to Earth be destroyed only to be stopped at the last moment by the realisation that Earth is the official “Gunpla Planet”). Still there are some nice little moments (though I wonder if they ever did make that video, as long as they cut out the bits where they start to lose it could work)

Episode 26: Sports Day fun times ♪ Actually, has anyone ever noticed that whenever a show wants to slow down a sports day they usually target the scavenger hunt? Though now that I think about it, the cruel irony of all this is if they hadn’t tried to help, Aki probably would have made it in time to run in the race (or at least, the combined effect of accidentally speeding up the 100 meter dash and ruining some of the manuscripts). Though I do admit that I miss the parts from the manga where Momoka is running a race and the newspaper article at the end “Freak in tights crashes sports fest” I find it strangely hilarious the way they worded it. Also it’s amazing the things that become relevant later on, let’s see who remembers what I’m talking about.

Episode 27: First of all, I love the way Keroro offhandedly compares renewing interest in the invasion to reviving the dead (He already knows it’s a lost cause), it’s especially interesting considering they come across the remnants of a failed invasion later on. Actually I sort of want to see a spin off about those past invaders; not necessarily a big, dramatic, action-y thing mind you, honestly I expect it would be more or less the same thing as with Keroro but in ancient times, perhaps with the human characters being the ancestors of the current ones.

Also they use the pun of kaeru meaning both “frog” and “to return” quite a lot in the series. Though I have to admit I can relate to Keroro’s feelings a bit here; all of the women in my family have been quite formidable, especially for their time, and my mother is crusading to change the child welfare system in Canada (even though she’s never been in it) and doing all of these things for political change and I sometimes feel I can’t really measure up to that, even though I don’t plan on going into a related field. Plus because of her work I’m a bit burnt out on people issues, I focus more on environmental ones.

Episode 28: This one was a bit tricky, though I always thought the effect of the cold weather on the Keronians sounded more like windburn than all out frostbite. As for the second part this officially marked the beginning of the odd sort of dynamic of Mois & Kururu, I don’t remember how much it was explored in the show apart from her sometimes being who they went with when they needed a girl to associate with Kururu, though I remember a few moments from the manga that built on it, such as the “Angol Stone” chapter.

#keroro gunso #sgt frog #Year of Keroro Challenge

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