Utahime. A.k.a. Dangermousie's downfall...
Sep. 5th, 2008 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dangermousie"If I sing in front of people, I'll be less than a man."
A-ha-ha-ha-ha.
I have started Utahime. One ep in and it's mad love. LOVE. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. I haven't fallen for a drama this hard and this fast in a very long time.
Also, I aways find Nagase Tomoya hot, even when he has floppy hair and/or plays a dork or a simpleton, but with a short haircut, dark clothes and presence of a quantity of brains?
I THINK HE IS THE HOTTEST THING I'VE SEEN IN JDRAMAS IN...I'd say since when, but my brain has melted.
Also, Aibu Saki=adorableness. She is like a human kitten. I want to smoosh the two of them together into a shippy sandwich SO HARD. Which, seeing that I have been promised AAANGST by everyone and their cousin, does not bode well for my sanity in later episodes.
Oh, and the scene where she accidentally falls on top of him and they both totally still and then spring apart super awkwardly and a bit dazed? Marry me, jdrama. Marry me.
I need to cap this, I need icons, I need to marathon this thing.
ETA: Whaaaa? I knew he was a Japanese WW2 soldier but he was a kamikaze? Oh. Em. Gee.
ETA2: Aibu Saki (child version) was the one who found him, wounded and unconscious and amnesiac? And wanted him to stay with her family? OMG. This is as good as the quasi-siblings stuff kdramas love so much.
ETA3: All the staring. I approve. But my fave is the way he grins proudly when she defies the mobster.
ETA4: I love the fashion in this. I love Aibu Saki's yellow performance dress. And hair. And necklace. And the sunglasses thing was adorable.
ETA5: He overheard her telling Merry that she wanted to win to get him that three-wheel car and OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. I know I offered you marriage earlier drama, but forget that. If you want me, we can even live in sin, TPTB!
ETA6: Singing Mobster, don't they teach you things in mobster school? Don't you know who sings the show's credits? Hint: not you. Also, the way you stare at the guy indicates not a desire to engage in singling contest but engage in something else. Not that I blame you.
A-ha-ha-ha-ha.
I have started Utahime. One ep in and it's mad love. LOVE. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. I haven't fallen for a drama this hard and this fast in a very long time.
Also, I aways find Nagase Tomoya hot, even when he has floppy hair and/or plays a dork or a simpleton, but with a short haircut, dark clothes and presence of a quantity of brains?
I THINK HE IS THE HOTTEST THING I'VE SEEN IN JDRAMAS IN...I'd say since when, but my brain has melted.
Also, Aibu Saki=adorableness. She is like a human kitten. I want to smoosh the two of them together into a shippy sandwich SO HARD. Which, seeing that I have been promised AAANGST by everyone and their cousin, does not bode well for my sanity in later episodes.
Oh, and the scene where she accidentally falls on top of him and they both totally still and then spring apart super awkwardly and a bit dazed? Marry me, jdrama. Marry me.
I need to cap this, I need icons, I need to marathon this thing.
ETA: Whaaaa? I knew he was a Japanese WW2 soldier but he was a kamikaze? Oh. Em. Gee.
ETA2: Aibu Saki (child version) was the one who found him, wounded and unconscious and amnesiac? And wanted him to stay with her family? OMG. This is as good as the quasi-siblings stuff kdramas love so much.
ETA3: All the staring. I approve. But my fave is the way he grins proudly when she defies the mobster.
ETA4: I love the fashion in this. I love Aibu Saki's yellow performance dress. And hair. And necklace. And the sunglasses thing was adorable.
ETA5: He overheard her telling Merry that she wanted to win to get him that three-wheel car and OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. I know I offered you marriage earlier drama, but forget that. If you want me, we can even live in sin, TPTB!
ETA6: Singing Mobster, don't they teach you things in mobster school? Don't you know who sings the show's credits? Hint: not you. Also, the way you stare at the guy indicates not a desire to engage in singling contest but engage in something else. Not that I blame you.
