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It's what makes a Subaru a Subaru

No, all things considered, it's most likely not love.

Word of forewarning: long, rambling post about lots of disconnected things ahead.

A. I really ought to learn to not lurk around deviantartsnark, since I really can't aford to lose any more brain cells. This, however, is too hilarious for words. Actually, the whole gallery is. ...I mean, gosh, I wish I could be a Nazi Jew. I would feel so special. Actually, I'm just getting tired of people treating the Holocaust like it's their own personal playground. If you're going to write/draw/etc. about a subject like that, is it that hard to be respectful?

B. Tokyo Babylon has been read. I guess that on the whole, my feelings towards it are more neutral than anything else; there were some things I liked, but also quite a few that just irritated me.

It's probably just because I'm a fan of psycho killers and angst, but I liked the end a lot better than the beginning. There was nothing in the beginning that I really disliked per se, but I couldn't help but feel that there was a lot of pointless repetition. For instance, I agree with the whole 'claiming to fully understand someone's feelings isn't helpful' approach a lot, but I also felt like it was cheating to have that work pretty much every time. I wanted Subaru or Hokuto to encounter somebody who wanted desperately to be understood, and was only depressed further by the idea that nobody else would ever truly understand their pain. After all, if you think about it, individuality is an intrinsically lonely state of being.

Likewise, I was very much irked by Subaru's constant state of being cute, helpful, and always able to say the right thing at the right time. It's certainly true that there are plenty of people who need to feel like they're helping others, but just wanting something isn't enough; realistically, I can't help but think that half of the time, you'd only end up making things worse. Also, abnormally pure/innocent/whatever characters tend to make me want to scratch my own eyes out; people don't work that way, k? Although he did get better with that in the end, which was fortunate.

On a side note, what is it with the fantasy genre in general and having to have other characters or even random bystanders comment on how cute/kind/[insert other admirable virtue here] a certain character is? Doesn't anybody notice that this really does reek of unconfident writing? D<

And I guess I'm little confused as to what exactly Clamp was going for here. I hope they weren't trying to do a basic urban fantasy story, because then I would expect Seishirou's betrayal to be a major plot twist, which it... wasn't. He pretty much screams, "I'm hiding something, and am probably evil! Oh, did I mention that I'm the one Sakurazukamori?" Of course, there are a wealth of perfectly viable stories in which the audience knows from the beginning that someone close to the protagonist is a psycho of some sort, and the suspense builds up as they wonder when he'll notice the danger. Personally, I didn't really feel any major suspense, though, and thus I am annoyed.

On the other hand, the exact nature of the bet made me very pleased because it's so twisted. Messed-up relationships are teh awesome, and should be encouraged wherever they spring up. What made it doubly tragic is how much Subaru cared about Seishirou, and how heartbroken he was when he lost his eye. And on a Tsubasa-related note, considering how he boasts that he considers everyone to be nothing but objects, I do find it very ironic and appropriate that he met up with C!Syaoran.

The clothes still disturb me, especially Hokuto's. And yet now I feel this strange compulsion to wear them. Like the hugely oversized, vaguely military-looking, single-color outfits that everybody wears on the volume covers. It would awesome in some indefinable way, so long as I didn't mind people stopping to stare at me on the street.

And, uh... Subaru and Hokuto are presumably fraternal twins, but they look so much like identical twins that I'm starting to wonder. Maybe Subaru really is a girl? Or else Hokuto's a trap? (Actually, I would totally believe that XD) Or there was some horrible mix-up in utero? The world may never know.

Ah well, at any rate, I guess this means that X is next.

C.
01. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
02. How long have you known me?
03. When and how did we first meet?
04. What was your first impression?
05. Do you still think that way about me now?
06. What do you think my weakness is?
07. Do you think I'll get married?
08. What makes me happy?
09. What makes me sad?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. Have you ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Do you think I could kill someone?
15. Describe me in one word.
16. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger, weaker, or staying the same?
17. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
18. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?


D. You know you've been reading Bleach too long when you watch a program about Ed Gein, and images of Gin Ichimaru spring to mind. O.o

E. Battlestar Galactica is better than I would have thought. Go figure. I'm already a fan of blonde Cylon chick, as she is made of awesomeness and win.

F. They're doing an American remake of Life on Mars. Oh God. Somebody just shoot me now, k? They're going to screw it up for sure, since American tv can't deal with ambiguity. I'm quite certain that they'll change the last episode into something more palatable anyway, thus ruining fucking everything. *Growls*
Tags: bitchbitchbitch, bleach, clamp, oh god not a meme, other stuff, tokyo babylon
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