Between writing this post on the train and getting home, I wrote a fanfic

I watched the first few episodes of sCRYed again while traveling to and from Boston, and hot damn. I remembered loving it, but I had forgotten how GOOD it gets by episode four (poor Alicia, we've been telling her this for two years now -- she and Sam weren't impressed by the first episode and stopped watching, which I understand if not personally agree with -- but then, Alicia DOES like the terrible manga, so she should've doubted her premature judgment any way you look at it XD ), and all the reasons why it's so good.

((No, really, I mean terrible. Did anyone see that thing? "My balls! You're breaking my balls!"))

I forgot how much I love Mimori for not being Relena, even though it looked like she would be. I forgot how much I love Kazuma for being the happy-go-lucky half-animal brawler that he is. I forgot how much I love bossy little Kanami and her dream device -- Sherrice and her ability to flip from perky to menacing in .02 seconds if you're Mimori and rivaling her for Ryuhou -- Asuka and his first-half drama whore-ness --Kimishima for being such a great friend. I forgot how much I love the terrible jazzy music.

I forgot all the reasons why Straight Cougar is absolutely. awesome. Damn you, Jason.

This is a damn good show. And it has one of the highest death rates of major much-loved protagonists that I've ever encountered, outside of, say, CLAMP, or other serials of the Rocks Fall variety.

Tangentially - I want to write a drabblefic now where Straight Cougar, the man who restructures matter to make his car go as fast as physically possible, goes out into Lost Ground, plainclothes, and he meets Kimishima, the man who is in love with his rinkydink jeep/motorcycle/vehicle-of-the-day/etc. Testosterone ensues.

( Dub commentary. )

I wonder if the fandom still hates Mimori? I'm such a Ryuhou/Mimori fangirl.

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