Jun. 1st, 2005
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Jun. 1st, 2005 02:57 amI've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again.
Shigure is one cruel, manipulative fuck. And he is dangerously, passionately, darkly in love with Akito and it's a little scary to think of it. It's not candy and sparkles and all that other usual fluff associated with shoujo manga. I don't even know if Furuba could be classified as shoujo with both Akito and Shigure in it. Shigure, who's sadistic impulses probably outclass that of Akito's. Shigure, who's pulled the puppet strings from day one. Shigure, who's terrible ways were outshone by Akito's general madness.
May the two of them have some ending where I don't want to die after reading.
Seriously. I'm rereading Ch.108, and I feel so weirdly unclean. And I finally think I figured out what Tohru's problem is coming from.
It's guilt. Guilt over the fact that someone is slowly replacing the Most Important spot in her heart. Guilt over not being able to help anyone. Guilt over too many things that are simply not her fault and this could get ugly very soon. It's a little ironic. Tohru has too much guilt and Akito has too little. There's also something there that I think, as readers, we're being kept in the dark about. Something about Tohru's past that we're not privy to as of yet, but will be soon. This was after all, a manga that started out as Tohru's story. Somehow, it got wrenched from there and went haphazardly all over the place, but it's firmly back where it started.
I'm just kind of hoping this doesn't implode in our faces.
Shigure is one cruel, manipulative fuck. And he is dangerously, passionately, darkly in love with Akito and it's a little scary to think of it. It's not candy and sparkles and all that other usual fluff associated with shoujo manga. I don't even know if Furuba could be classified as shoujo with both Akito and Shigure in it. Shigure, who's sadistic impulses probably outclass that of Akito's. Shigure, who's pulled the puppet strings from day one. Shigure, who's terrible ways were outshone by Akito's general madness.
May the two of them have some ending where I don't want to die after reading.
Seriously. I'm rereading Ch.108, and I feel so weirdly unclean. And I finally think I figured out what Tohru's problem is coming from.
It's guilt. Guilt over the fact that someone is slowly replacing the Most Important spot in her heart. Guilt over not being able to help anyone. Guilt over too many things that are simply not her fault and this could get ugly very soon. It's a little ironic. Tohru has too much guilt and Akito has too little. There's also something there that I think, as readers, we're being kept in the dark about. Something about Tohru's past that we're not privy to as of yet, but will be soon. This was after all, a manga that started out as Tohru's story. Somehow, it got wrenched from there and went haphazardly all over the place, but it's firmly back where it started.
I'm just kind of hoping this doesn't implode in our faces.
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Jun. 1st, 2005 10:35 amRight this moment, I'm sitting on the cold floor of the undergrad library, waiting with several dozen other people to receive our caps and gowns. Wireless rocks. =)
I finished my paper. There is much suckage. I've never written such a terrible paper before. But at this point, I really can't bring myself to care. I'm still really sick, and I'm trying to suppress the coughs so I don't get others sick. Though I guess it's too late, since I'm coughing anyways. And... OMFG, it's the last class of my undergrad career and jeez, this is happening way faster than I thought it would during freshman year.
For those of you on my flist, this is pretty crucial, because I joined lj during my freshman year of college and in many ways, college has been lj and vice-versa. Four years of lj and fours years of college and whoo boy, I think that's a tiny violin playing for me in the background. There's a tear dropping down my cheek (but not really; I may be eccentric but even I'm not silly enough to burst into tears in front of all these strangers).
So this is graduation.
Starting soon, I'll be fully employed in the workforce with the attempt to survive on my own.
Cool. =) Maybe it'll really happen.
I finished my paper. There is much suckage. I've never written such a terrible paper before. But at this point, I really can't bring myself to care. I'm still really sick, and I'm trying to suppress the coughs so I don't get others sick. Though I guess it's too late, since I'm coughing anyways. And... OMFG, it's the last class of my undergrad career and jeez, this is happening way faster than I thought it would during freshman year.
For those of you on my flist, this is pretty crucial, because I joined lj during my freshman year of college and in many ways, college has been lj and vice-versa. Four years of lj and fours years of college and whoo boy, I think that's a tiny violin playing for me in the background. There's a tear dropping down my cheek (but not really; I may be eccentric but even I'm not silly enough to burst into tears in front of all these strangers).
So this is graduation.
Starting soon, I'll be fully employed in the workforce with the attempt to survive on my own.
Cool. =) Maybe it'll really happen.