Declaration

Having caught up the other day with Bleach 36 and 37 with zinjadu, we came to a single conclusion.

The one Bleach fic that really, really, really should be written, is the one where Yachiru grows up and starts dating, complete with Ken-chan's screening process. (You know she'd be a knockout.)

Because, seriously. Scariest daddy-figure ever.

On liking a pairing that makes NO SENSE

One of the more gross things in life is squishing some kind of bloodsucking parasite, and realizing that they must've just been snacking on you, because your fingers come away bloody. I loathe mosquitoes and fleas with an irrational and near-passionate hatred. XD; But the entire kitchen smells of bacon now (of all the things that can be cooked, I think bacon is the one with the most pervasive smell; lunch was over an hour ago and I think my hair STILL kinda smells of it, what the hell), so maybe they will be drawn to that, and not my exposed flesh.

I have scrawny arms! There's no room for eatings!

Also, I've discovered that perhaps surfing Japanese fanart sites is not so good for me. It starts making me develop tastes for pairings and characters I didn't like originally in the canon, and suddenly I'm left going what the hell where did that come from I can't take myself seriously anymoooooore --

... not that I really take myself seriously in a fandom context most of the time, but still.

Because good LORD, where did the Raikou/Kantarou fondness come from?! T____T Haru keeps laughing at me every time this gets brought up, because in about the space of a week, I went from going "I don't really see this at all, pleh" to "... I kinda like it now who do I bribe to write me some?"

( Maybe there's something wrong with my HEAD -- cut for spoilers )

Uff. Japanese fanart sites are so bad for my sense of pretty, because then I get so warped augh. Someone hit me with a wet noodle, plzthnx.