Lol, actually, I wanted to write tonight about the second Bleach film. I just finished watching it. I know, I know, these days all I really have to talk about are my pathetic work-out attempts, my shit job, and television. Sorry- usually my life isn't so dull and uninspiring. Oh, and btw, I happen to adore my in-cohesive title to
So why is Bleach: The Diamond Dust Rebellion so epic?
Three words. Captain. Tōshirō. Hitsugaya.
OMFG. I love him. XD And, btw, how hot does this guy look in a peacoat? I mean Jesus, WOW. Damn do I wish I were as tall as a smurf, then Tōshirō and I could have non-awkward love! (I'm 5'9", Hitsugaya is 4' 4"...though carrying around a pocket-sized love nugget might not be such a bad idea? Travel-sized hottie!) And yes, I know, Holly sweetie, he's an animated character. Back the fuck off wankers!
You see, from a very young age, I have been afflicted with the LFACS...Lust For Animated Characters Syndrome. The first indicators of this disorder came about after the release of Dizney's The Lion King. You see, my very first crush was on Simba. And damn did I fall hard. I even dressed up as Nala for Halloween and pretended to roll around in the grass with the very disgruntled neighbor boy (Hakuna matata anyone? And yes, I was such a horndogger...). Of course, my mom had to ruin it all when she explained that A. Simba is not real and B. were he real, he would likely eat me. Talk about rough sex. 8D And then of course there is the whole species difference, not to mention the 2D, 3D barrier. Gugh. Simba my love, our fate was doomed to begin with, star-crossed lovers and all.
Then there were countless others...I've only recently began to recover from my InuYasha and Miroku obsessions and now, now I have Bleach and almost every single male character is fiercely attractive (and yes, every female character, save Rukia, have unrealistic, gravity-defying knocks...and yes they are hott...poor Rukia 8/ ). But Tōshirō, how I love you!! I will learn to play guitar and sing and throw rocks accurately just so I can toss a pebble at your window and serenade you with every uber cheesy love song I know and then proceed to climb your conveniently positioned ivy lattice up to your window five stories up to whisk you up in my arms and spirit you away to our happily-ever-after home near the beach.
Tōshirō! Tōshirō!
Of course, I'm sure there will eventually come the horrible, gut wrenching moment when I finally realize the man BEHIND the voice is likely in his mid to late fourties, balding, pudgy, and probably an ex-pedo. o__O Ugh.
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