OHSHC

I know, in some other post I said I would write a summary of the plot the next day, and this is more than weeks late. I am sorry. I am not a very consistent person, obviously. SO here it is, in my own words. To make up for it, I will write another review for another anime. (YAOI, of course, in another post.) Again, I DO NOT PROFIT OFF OF THIS REVIEW, NOR DO I OWN THE ANIME.

Ouran High School Host Club: Wherein Haruhi is the new, studious, commoner student at Ouran High. Wandering in search for a quiet place to study one day, she stumbles upon the Host Club, who mistakes her for a boy, at first glance. She breaks a vase costing 8 million yen, destined for an auction, and therefore has to work for them as the Club’s Dog to pay it off as she can’t afford it.

Then her looks are discovered and she becomes a Host. From then on, the series consists of her adventures in the Host Club – physical exams (wherein she cannot reveal that she is a girl masquerading as a boy), the Hitachiin twins (fake) first quarrel, a girl’s academy aiming to destroy the Host Club, and the like. There are 26 episodes, with a happy ending of Tamaki x Haruhi. (Yaoi fangirl: Blech.)

The main reason as to why I’m reviewing this: it is chock. Full. Of. Shounen. Ai. Hints. Hint hint. Twincest, Cousincest, TamaKyouya, I believe I’ve had several nosebleeds whilst rewatching this. Especially the second (MoriHani), which is practically a yaoi lurking in the background. Oh well, fanfiction exists for that.

Before I forget! Here are:

OP: Sakura Kiss, by Chieco Kawabe (correct me if I’m wrong.)

ED: Shissou (=sprint), by Last Alliance.

Hope I did some good with this.

-bzbodz777

Exquisite Taint

Warning: May WILL contain homosexual themes. Do yourself a favor and hit the back button if this isn’t your cup of Earl Grey, or Darjeeling, or even Japanese green tea.

Chapter warning: Rape scene; sexual harassment. I didn’t use explicit words.

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The sky was grey with imminent rain and the air, for the most part, quiet. His feet made no sound as he walked, slowly, to the edge of the concrete. Looking downwards rewarded him with a strange rush and a view of the road, four stories below, dotted with quickly moving matchbox cars.

He jumped – leapt, his toes launching him off and forwards. His arms came out, as if to halt the freefall – as if it could.

But he had dropped more than one storey when the wings spread themselves, rows of indigo scales, sharper than diamond, and white feathers, softer than heather and down. He panicked: one, people would see him; two, where did these come from and three, WHERE DID THESE COME FROM!?

The giddiness that comes with falling faded then, replaced with an immense feeling of freedom that welled up within him until he felt like laughing out loud. It actually felt bizarre, the urge to laugh. He hadn’t felt like that in a long time, not since –

But he wouldn’t ruin the mood. Closing his eyes, the boy pushed, forced the memories far, far away, where they wouldn’t spring on him anytime soon, for this moment was too precious to let pass.

—- rape scene starts below. Close your eyes or scroll down if you wish to remain innocent. —-

And a moment it was, too, for he awoke to a hand sliding up his inner thigh, groping through the thin fabric of sleepwear he was given five years previous and the flimsy quilt that covered him. The thought of screaming had stopped crossing his reflexes a long time ago – no one would, could hear, anyway; his prison-room-thing was soundproof – but as if his predator feared he would, in fact, seek help, he slapped a hand across the boy’s mouth, while the other slid under his clothes, then up and down and inside, out, in, out, in, with his fingers (they were thick and coarse, and the nails were long), then with the member itself – hot like a vicious fire, adding to the initial burning already caused by the drier-than-dust fingers. Meanwhile, the hand that wasn’t across his mouth was everywhere – tugging on his hair to yank his head back, cracking his neck; descending the length of the boy’s spine, to the cleft below; the hand that was across his mouth thrust two digits past his lips and down his throat, choking him.

—- rape scene finished, you innocent people can read more now. —-

Unable to breathe, to make a sound, he saw the world go black. Somewhere behind the suddenly limp body,  a bedside clock shifted its numbers to read 0200h.

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Running a hand through dark brown hair and messing it up even worse was one of Anselm’s more… unbreakable bad habits. He did it again, his eyes trained on the document before him, voicelessly requesting him to give ‘the past tense for the following irregular verbs’. Picking up his favorite mechanical pencil, – a gift from Lady Fate – he began writing: to break -> broke, to dwell -> dwelt, to clothe – clothed, or clad, to flee -> fled, and so on. While the task, in and of itself, was nowhere near difficult, Anselm found himself a hard time concentrating, for his eyelids seemed to weigh two tons each.

(And why wouldn’t it, actually? What with the skin and the blood vessels and the eyelashes, and those come with follicles and glands so really, why wouldn’t they weigh a ton?)

As random thoughts involving eyelids and eyelashes danced the Salsa in his head, Anselm was busy writing. Thus, he didn’t notice the teacher, who had started to make rounds, circling each row to check on work progress.

He did notice, however, the light touch running across his shoulder blades. In fact, he felt it so acutely that a painful shiver ran up his spine and he froze completely. Out. I need out. Panicking, Anselm’s eyes darted to the door. It was open. He stood up and rushed out without another word, not hearing the startled protests of Mr. Carleton and the confused twittering of the class.

Even upon reaching the main hall of the school, the boy didn’t pause in his sprint, heading straight for the main doors (ironically dubbed Door #2). In a fit of claustrophobia, the school suddenly seemed too small, closing in on him like his prison-bedroom-thing, to which he only returned because (1) he had no place else and (2) even if he were to run away, the Master of the house would hunt him down until he was found, and then do goodness only knew what.

The main doors were shut, double-chained with a tempered metal padlock. Anselm screamed in frustration, except it sounded like anguish (it was half that, anyway) and brought the security guard out. But, when she flung open the office, he was gone, seeking the side door of the school (ironically named Door #1) that was never locked during school hours. He threw that open and ran some more, barely pausing for traffic lights (he was claustrophobic and traumatized, and maybe suicidal sometimes, but he wasn’t color-blind, thank you) before launching off again, never stopping until he was safely within His Tree.

Rather short for now, but I’m testing the waters. Do comment. And no homophobic flaming please.

-bzbodz777

UbDict.com

I can’t sleep, so you get to hear useless things about useless things.

Did you know you can’t Google err…, uhm, erm, uh…, or euh… for the sole purpose of seeing its definition in really scientific words? (Well, I can’t, and this is my blog.) ERR apparently means Eesti Rahvusringhaaling; UHM, Upcoming Horror Movies; ERM = Environmental Ressources Management; UH – University of Houston, and EUH, Emory University Hospital. Cross my heart, I did not make this up.

Did that just partially rhyme? Awesome. Because partially is a nice word. Wholly – it just sounds (1) like holly, and (2) … actually, I don’t have a number 2.

In any case, I am feeling rather like a reject right now. See, my best friend has a best friend, and my best friend online just got herself a girlfriend – at three years younger than me, wow. So I’m having less and less of a life right now because other people are too occupied with other people look for me.

So I’ll just… go sit over there.

Oh, ANIME REVIEW TIME!

I’m going to go for an easy one first, because this is my first anime reviewing.(Maybe I’ll make a career out of this, who knows?) Ouran High School Host Club, or Ouran Koukou Hosuto Kurabu, is a shoujo anime WITH SO MANY SHOUNEN AI HINTS IT’S CRAZY. Want the characters? They’re bishounen, you know you do. So here you go. DISCLAIMER: Ouran High belongs to Bisco Hatori; I own no part of it and make no profit off reviewing the anime. Yet. Really.

For the pictures, Google it because frankly, it’s 11 o’clock; I stopped really functioning like 2 hours ago.

[1] Tamaki Suou, prince type_ Blond _ Annoyingly stupid _ In a good way _ Violet eyes _ King of the Host Club _ Calls himself Daddy when talking to Haruhi.

[2] Kyouya Ootori, cool type_ Black hair _ Wears glasses _ Practically a human calculator _ Youngest of 3 sons and 1 daughter_ Shadow King; DO NOT WAKE HIM UP. _ Vice-President of the Host Club _ Called Mommy by Tamaki (I am not the only yaoi fangirl here who can see the glaring signs.)

[3] Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, both little devil type_ Twins (-est!)_ Brown hair_ Gold eyes_Mother is a clothing designer_ The Fred & George of the Club_ Always mock Tamaki._ Their act: Forbidden Bortherly Love, basically twincest._Treat Haruhi as their toy.

[4] Takashi Morinozuka / Mori-senpai, Wild horse type _ Cousin to Hani_ Japan’s National Kendo Champion. (In the anime.)_ Black hair and eyes_ Awesome biceps. _ Can swim. _ Saves people from Tamaki._Rather protective of Hani. (A.K.A, a yaoi scene waiting to happen.)

[5] Mitsukuni Haninozuka / Hani (or Hunny, or Honey) – senpai, shotacon type_ Cousin to Mori_Full fighting prowess equivalents a weapon of mass destruction_ Actually the oldest in the club, despite looking like a 6-year-old_ Like Kyouya, DO NOT WAKE HIM UP._ Obsessed with snacks and Usa-chan._Blond hair_Brown eyes.

[6] Haruhi Fujioka, Natural rookie type_ Really a studious girl pretending to be a boy in the Host Club to pay off a debt of 8 000 000 yen._Brown hair_Brown eyes_ Classmates with the twins.

The plot coming tomorrow!

謳う丘~Exec_Harvestasya

I am officially obsessed with this song. It is epic awesomeness (to me it is).

Sung by Shikata Akiko, it’s from the game Ar Tonelico, if I’m not wrong. IT IS NOT IN ENGLISH. Of course not. It’s part Hymmnos, part Japanese. (I love both, and even though Hymmnos is only used in the game I feel like learning it.)

Here are the lyrics – Japanese parts in roomanji, vocals in brackets and not bold- :

Rrha ki ra tie yor ini en nha.
Wee ki ra parge yor ar ciel.
Was yea ra chs mea yor en fwal.
Ma ki ga ks maya yor syec.

[4]dera deri da　,　dera deri da　,　dera deri da　,　Ma num ra 0x vvi.
[3]　　　　　　kyuase,　　　　　　kyuase,　　　　　　kyuase,
[2]　ya- hahaha ha syera, ya- hahaha ha syera,　Ma num ra 0x vvi.
[1]　　　　　　　　ri ru ra don turu ru ra ri- 4, 3, 2, 1,　Ma num ra 0x vvi.
[0]　　　　　　　　　　4, 3, 2, 1,　Ma num ra 0x vvi.

Linen yor akata ar ciel, hymme xest pauwel.
En titilia forlinden, grave sik yeeel.
Der foul en cyuie selena la harton.
der diasee Harvestasya, en forlindel Myu.
Gran sos ee HYMMNE…

天詩を舞結う　巫子はハーヴェスターシャ
Amauta wo maiyuu miko wa Harvestasya
弓弦の月ノ夜　届かない恋をした
Gyuugen no tsuki no yo todokanai koi wo shita

風抜ける丘の音　二人愛で謳えど
Kaze nukeru oka no ne futari medeutaedo

(was i ga na yehah mea yor, hierle yor cenjue. )

世継ぎ君の明日は　結び姫の憂き運命
Yotsugi kimi no asu wa musubihi no uki sadame

(li na lir sol ciel, faura na fwal. )

心隠し微笑む　二人の奏でし詩は
Kokoro kakushihohoemu futari no kanadeshi uta wa

(heighte mea en yor hymmne crushue crudea art. )

一吹のつむじ風　呼び紡ぐ
Ibuki no tsumuji kaze yobitsumugu

(na faja! kierre enerel! enclone mea! )
鬼霊か魔呪詛か　彼の開かぬ瞳の　唯伏せ泣く　巫子の手を
Kiryou ka majyuso ka ka no akanu me no tada fusenaku miko no te wo

(Linen yor akata ar ciel, hymme xest pauwel. )

包み説く母　西の伝承　詩神の住まふ「謳う丘」
Tsutsumitoku haha nishi no denshou shishin no sumabu “Utau oka”

(En titilia forlinden, grave sik yeeel.)

少女は翔び発つ　赤き御星　抱いて…
Kanojo wa tobitatsu akaki mihoshi daite…

(was yant ga suwant en guard yor, tasyue tes yor omnis. )

水の加護　森の魂　無き旅幾歳
Mizu no kago mori no tama naki tabi ikutose

己の神祀り　想いの灯西照らし
Onore no kami matsuri omoi no hi nishi terashi

[1] Hymme ieeya ar ciel, selena waats murfanare, …
[2] Hymme rol faura, firle fhyu ieeya nepo kapa, keen sheak lusye, yasra walasye.
[4] Hymme lamenza cyuie gauzewiga polon mea, sphilar tie cupla hierle ryusse.

Xa Zatyy wn itt sss.

[1] Zahha rana iem hymme diviega grandus, lequera gott getrra spiritum.
[1] Zahha rana iem hymme diviega grandus, lequera ridalnae, yehah got!
[3] Zahha guwo quesa yehar gauzewiga, yaha vit hierle walasye beja ar ciel.
[3] Zahha guwo quesa yehar gauzewiga, yaha sa yor en tie unloee jenhah got!

最果ての丘には　空の朱纏ひた
Saihate no oka ni wa sora no aka matohita

石の碑そびえ立つ　天上へ続く道…
Ishi no hi sobietatsu amakami e tsudzuku michi…

想い追ひ　駆け昇る　朱き御星見えるまで
Omoiohi kakenoboru akaki mihoshi mieru made

(Was yea ra yassa ridalnae lof, yorr harton sos mea grandus enerel mea. )

吐息を重ね　詩神の祀へ
Toiki wo kasane shishin no matsuri e

(Myu… Was yea ra hartes yor firle syec syec mea, sos faf cause yor der ridalnae murfan. )

闇夜を照らして　愛す者助く為に
Yamiyo wo terashite aisu mono tasuku tame ni

(Was ki ra hartes yor yanyaue yanyaue, van govaz tes yor, van na pitod enerel. )

教えよう　輝く光の詩を
Oshieyou kagayaku hikari no uta wo

(van na hartes yorr mea, forgandal, parith en clyncye hymme syec mea boh murfanare!! )

『Was yea ra melenas, en yanje yanje… eterne pitod yor…』

新たな光　生まるる夜明け　少年の瞳は還り
Aratana hikari umaruru yoake shounen no hitomi wa kaeri

(Linen yor akata ar ciel, hymme xest pauwel. )

溢るる雫　伝うその頬　胸にうずめ　泣き明かす
Afururu shizuku tsutau sono hoho mune ni uzume nakiakasu

(En titilia forlinden, grave sik yeeel. )

朝日の　レエスに　包まれた　二人の
Asahi no rays ni tsutsumareta sotari no

(Wee ki ga linen rre nosaash mea, watt heighte hes innna gyas. )

黒き狭間の影　永久に　溶け逢うた
Kuroki hazama no kage towa ni tokeauta

(En pilt sa ugi hymme parith ridalnae yor. )

Linen yor akata ar ciel, hymme xest pauwel.
En titilia forlinden, grave sik yeeel.

今宵の語りの　愛し巫子の魂が
Koyoi no katari no aishi miko no tama ga

(Was ki ra hymme waats hes clyncye murfanare? )

貴方の胸にも　届きますように…
Anata no mune ni mo todokimasu youni…

Here’s the translation…

Concentrated in this trance, I shall restrain you in here to initialize my entering in you

Fairly concentrated, I shall detach you from this only world

I shall be happy to turn into your wings

And I shall cast my magic over your abyss

(vocals; cannot be translated)

There exists a world where the songs are the power

Faraway, secluded in a valley, lies a little village

A painful melody of love is being played

A painful melody of love between the priestess, Harvestasya, and the village elder’s son, Myu

The curtain is rising, so, ring the melody of praising!

Tied to the dancing song of heaven, the priestess named Harvestasya

She plays the strings of the night moon, her melody of love still couldn’t reach

As the two of us sing our song of love, sound of the hill tears through the wind
(I cannot feel the happiness between us, because you are sad)

Tomorrow as you become the successor, I would be tied to the fate of a grievous princess
(Like a world without light, like a little bird without wings )

The song that we conceal deep in our heart, behind our smiling faces
(Because we are both feeling pain, I hurt our own song )

Our breaths entwine with the wind being weaved
(I don’t want to continue! I want this moment to last forever! Please hold me tight! )

Demon soul or evil curse, behind those crying eyes of the priestess
(There exists a world where the songs are the power )

The legend passed down from mother to child, the legend that extends to the West land, about a God of Song’s “Singing Hill”
(Faraway, secluded in a valley, lies a little village )

She stands up and soars, embracing the red stars…
(I will sacrifice everything to save and to protect you )

The souls of water, the spirits of forest, they continue their neverending thousand year journey

I pray to God that my thoughts would shine and illuminate the West land

[1] The world of hope is singing its song, the precious thoughts are playing their melodies,

[2] Sing like a bird, feel the wind of hope, the damped water, the bright sunlight, the gentle people

[4] Sing the song of laments, bring me to sadness and loneliness, tie my heart to the journey of sin and sorrow

Oh God, please protect me

[1] Go! Run! Protect the good people with divine wisdom, evil spirits begone!
[1] Go! Run! Protect the good people with divine wisdom, catch the irreplaceable happinees!
[3] Go! Shake the earth with thy anger! Unleash thy despair! Laugh at the sadness of mankind! Stain the world!
[3] Go! Shake the earth with thy anger! Unleash thy despair! Laugh at thy own karma! Kneel down and accept thy destruction!

To the furthest end of the hill the sky is dyed with the color of scarlet

The stone monument towers, forming a path that goes on to the heaven….

As the thoughts ascend toward the visible red star
(I finally reached this place, because your love has always been protecting me )

My sighs repeated over and over, I kept praying to the God of Song
(Myu… I love you so much, so much, so much that I might be tormenting you with love )

In order to save the person I love, I shine through the dark night
(I love you so much, my precious person, even if I were to become your fiancee, even if I couldn’t be by your side )

Please teach me the song of sparkling light
(Even if you don’t care about me, I would still love you, because those are my honest feelings, my true thoughts that are being sung!!)

“I love you, I always love you… I want to be with you eternally…”

The dawn’s newborn light returns to your eyes
(There exists a world where the songs are the power )

The overflowing tears on my cheek, the crying nights buried deep in my heart
(Faraway, secluded in a valley, lies a little village )

The two of us are now embraced in the warm rays of morning sun
(The Goddess told me that your heart has been wounded )

The dark shadow will be dissolved into eternity
(I know, that is my karma, but I still want to express my true feelings to you)

There exists a world where the songs are the power
Faraway, secluded in a valley, lies a little village

Tonight’s story of a priestess’ loving soul

(Would you, too, express your true feelings to your precious person? )

Will forever stay in your heart…

SEE!? It’s a sad song! I think it implies the priestess sacrificed herself, or something like that. -sniff-

Also, for ye who is reading this, I am currently on the hunt for things to talk about. There are so many things, I don’t know… so, help for that, and I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF THESE LYRICS, NOR DID I DO THE TRANSLATION.

-bzbodz777

Insert witty title here

I am a dumbarse.

Don’t ask.

Before I forget, Merry Belated Christmas and a Belated Happy New Year to you guys. Again, don’t ask.

There used to be posts of jewelry here and… stuff. I was 13. I deleted them by accident (my computer is an idiot – whose isn’t?) and will never put them back again. There were 2 comments, which I answered, so that’s settled.

Anyway, for the sake of doing it I made a bracelet yesterday. I also spilled a third of my box of seed beads. For those who don’t know what I’m talking about, that’s a lot of tiny beads everywhere, which is solid proof off my clumsiness. Really. Small hands, big mess and all that.

In any case, here is a picture of the bracelet.

Paint (dot) Net is awesomeness.

Speaking of awesomeness. Has anyone heard of River Flows In You, by Yiruma? It’s an awesome piano piece. I’m almost done learning it. All that’s left to do is… play it. Yeah.

I like turnovers. Or are they also called Danishes? Danish? Whatever. They’re aweso – good. Really good. Yes.

I was going to talk about shaving, but I just ate and I like what I just ate.

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I am wet.

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I meant my clothes are wet, you dastardly galimatias-filled people. What did you think I meant? Seriously.

Haha, wordpress doesn’t know the word galimatias. I should go. Yeah.

- bzbodz777