We interrupt your regularly scheduled inactivity to bring you this gush
I'm halfway through episode 7 of Black Lagoon, and somehow I managed to find myself at the Tear Jerker page for Fullmetal Alchemist. The customary sniffles, wibbling, etc, and then I remembered this line from Roy:
I've been called a living weapon...a killing machine...a monster. But it's in the face of something like that...that I realise I am only human.
AND I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT OR WHERE IT CAME IN BUT OMGG
INSANE SOBBING ;________________________;
AND I FEEL A VERY SUDDEN BUT ENTIRELY UNDENIABLE URGE TO SCREAM THE FOLLOWING AT THE TOP OF LUNGS:
ARAKAWA IS A FREAKING GENIUS AND SHE DESERVES @!&#%@* MEDAL. BECAUSE SOME OF THE THINGS SHE'S WRITTEN
AND THE METAPHORS SHE MAKES
AND THE LULZ SHE BRINGS
AND FFFFF I LOVE THIS MANGA TO BITS AND PIECES x like three hundred million omg T________________________________________________T
The characters are loveable and yet still incredibly human; the story has remained tight for 102 chapters instead of falling apart and spiralling into a great big ball of wtf; the humour cracks ribs, the angst sheds tears, the drama ruins fingernails and the Crowning Moments of Awesome have brought down many a rooftop. AND I WANT ARAKAWA'S BABIES. T^T
Which isn't to say it's perfect or the greatest manga ever written or anything, but it's certainly the best I've ever read and I have mad amounts of love for it. <3
Speaking of episode 7, though, I just finally saw that cigarette sequence animated and HOLY @#^%*
LIKE LITERALLY THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THAT AND AN ACTUAL OUTMAKING SCENE IS THE FACT THAT THEIR LIPS WEREN'T TOUCHING DIRECTLY AND FFFFFF
I THINK MY OVARIES JUST COMBUSTED FROM THE DEGREE OF UST IN THAT ONE SCENE
I don't even know how I'm going to survive "if you're a gun, then I'm a bullet". I will probably EXPIRE. From SEXUAL FRUSTRATION. @#!*DAMMIT.
And if Revy and Rock do not take the U out of the UST by the end of the series, I am going to pull Whitman Fever on Rei Hiroe's ass. WITH A SKETCHBOOK.
I've been called a living weapon...a killing machine...a monster. But it's in the face of something like that...that I realise I am only human.
AND I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT OR WHERE IT CAME IN BUT OMGG
INSANE SOBBING ;________________________;
AND I FEEL A VERY SUDDEN BUT ENTIRELY UNDENIABLE URGE TO SCREAM THE FOLLOWING AT THE TOP OF LUNGS:
ARAKAWA IS A FREAKING GENIUS AND SHE DESERVES @!&#%@* MEDAL. BECAUSE SOME OF THE THINGS SHE'S WRITTEN
AND THE METAPHORS SHE MAKES
AND THE LULZ SHE BRINGS
AND FFFFF I LOVE THIS MANGA TO BITS AND PIECES x like three hundred million omg T________________________________________________T
The characters are loveable and yet still incredibly human; the story has remained tight for 102 chapters instead of falling apart and spiralling into a great big ball of wtf; the humour cracks ribs, the angst sheds tears, the drama ruins fingernails and the Crowning Moments of Awesome have brought down many a rooftop. AND I WANT ARAKAWA'S BABIES. T^T
Which isn't to say it's perfect or the greatest manga ever written or anything, but it's certainly the best I've ever read and I have mad amounts of love for it. <3
Speaking of episode 7, though, I just finally saw that cigarette sequence animated and HOLY @#^%*
LIKE LITERALLY THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THAT AND AN ACTUAL OUTMAKING SCENE IS THE FACT THAT THEIR LIPS WEREN'T TOUCHING DIRECTLY AND FFFFFF
I THINK MY OVARIES JUST COMBUSTED FROM THE DEGREE OF UST IN THAT ONE SCENE
I don't even know how I'm going to survive "if you're a gun, then I'm a bullet". I will probably EXPIRE. From SEXUAL FRUSTRATION. @#!*DAMMIT.
And if Revy and Rock do not take the U out of the UST by the end of the series, I am going to pull Whitman Fever on Rei Hiroe's ass. WITH A SKETCHBOOK.