No Peak, No Point, No Meaning 1/2
anonymous
April 19 2010, 05:04:42 UTC
(Apparently-No-Longer-Oneshot!anon would like to apologize in advance for Walker's belligerent Thoughts On Yaoi. It's just that I figure Walker would be one of those "I WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU" type fans, given his statements of yaoi fandom in canon. Enjoy, and have a nice day) ---- Walker Yumasaki hated so much about yaoi.
He hated how the ukes were always so hyperfeminine and childish. He hated how the semes seemed incapable of not raping the objects of their affection. He hated the excessively flowery shoujo art-style that seemed to permeate the genre. He hated how the uke looked like he was twelve years old half of the time. He hated the height rule. He hated how doujins rarely ever made the characters look like they did in the show. He hated the invisi-cocks. He hated how it encouraged fangirls to see subtext between any two men, no matter how ludicrous (Shizuo and Izaya? What the hell was Erika thinking?). He hated how anime would pander shamelessly to those fangirls for a boost in DVD sales.
Most of all, he hated yaoi for being so damn addicting. Why couldn't he stop reading, goddammit?
He slowly turned the page of the Simon/Rossiu doujin he was reading. It was one of Erika's stash, which she stored separately from the manga and light novels that they shared. Under normal circumstances, Walker would keep an ear out for Erika's return. However, tonight Erika was out hunting for an old Ai no Kusabi light novel (the recent announcement of another anime adaptation had sparked her interest), so he would be safe for awhile.
He turned another page. Simon now had Rossiu's cock in his hands, a black censorship bar covering its head. Walker sighed. Oh well, it was better than with OVAs where they would replace the uke's penis with a glittering shaft of light. He read on.
Suddenly, the door burst open. Walker froze in a panic. Oh, shit.
“Hey, Yummachi!” Erika said in a sing-songy voice. “That light novel was a lot easier to find than I thought it'd be, so I'm back early.” She caught Walker's “deer-in-headlights” expression (a remarkable feat, given he had such narrow eyes) as well as the doujin and tilted her head in curiosity. “Yummachi, wat'cha reading?”
“Uh, it's n-nothing! I'm just putting it back!” Yummachi said, hastily closing the doujin and hoping that Erika
It was too late. “Hey, that's one of my Gurren Lagann doujins, isn't it? But why would you be reading that when you...Omigod, Yumacchi!”
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Walker Yumasaki hated so much about yaoi.
He hated how the ukes were always so hyperfeminine and childish. He hated how the semes seemed incapable of not raping the objects of their affection. He hated the excessively flowery shoujo art-style that seemed to permeate the genre. He hated how the uke looked like he was twelve years old half of the time. He hated the height rule. He hated how doujins rarely ever made the characters look like they did in the show. He hated the invisi-cocks. He hated how it encouraged fangirls to see subtext between any two men, no matter how ludicrous (Shizuo and Izaya? What the hell was Erika thinking?). He hated how anime would pander shamelessly to those fangirls for a boost in DVD sales.
Most of all, he hated yaoi for being so damn addicting. Why couldn't he stop reading, goddammit?
He slowly turned the page of the Simon/Rossiu doujin he was reading. It was one of Erika's stash, which she stored separately from the manga and light novels that they shared. Under normal circumstances, Walker would keep an ear out for Erika's return. However, tonight Erika was out hunting for an old Ai no Kusabi light novel (the recent announcement of another anime adaptation had sparked her interest), so he would be safe for awhile.
He turned another page. Simon now had Rossiu's cock in his hands, a black censorship bar covering its head. Walker sighed. Oh well, it was better than with OVAs where they would replace the uke's penis with a glittering shaft of light. He read on.
Suddenly, the door burst open. Walker froze in a panic. Oh, shit.
“Hey, Yummachi!” Erika said in a sing-songy voice. “That light novel was a lot easier to find than I thought it'd be, so I'm back early.” She caught Walker's “deer-in-headlights” expression (a remarkable feat, given he had such narrow eyes) as well as the doujin and tilted her head in curiosity. “Yummachi, wat'cha reading?”
“Uh, it's n-nothing! I'm just putting it back!” Yummachi said, hastily closing the doujin and hoping that Erika
It was too late. “Hey, that's one of my Gurren Lagann doujins, isn't it? But why would you be reading that when you...Omigod, Yumacchi!”
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lol'd pretty hard
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