I Have Held Back No Water In Its Season

Okay, so I’ve been rewatching Meine Liebe, mostly thanks to Phoebe’s yuletide story.  And the other night I got to the end of Weider, with the fraught face-off between heros and villains.  And, at the moment of peak tension, the Headmaster returns.  There is a burst of orchestral “here I come to save the day” music, and the large doors are pushed slowly open, and there he is, all backlit and savior-esque.

And his every fat ringlet curl is bouncing in dramatic slow motion.

I had to pause the file until I could stop laughing. It took a while.

The fact that even this does not make me love the series any less should be all the recommendation anyone could want.

Also, this time around, I noticed how hot Nicholas is (Lui’s kind-of counterpart, the commoner-Strahl group leader with the green eyes).  I feel called to write some fic for him.  Possibly for him and Lui, because Nicholas enunciates his admiration of Our Heros and the logic behind it so clearly, and I think that probably makes Lui twitch when loyalty is directed at him.  *grins*

I bet it’s Beruze.

Once more, with feeling, Ed,  please ditch the shirt.

That’s Roy’s seiyuu doing the new honcho, I’m almost positive.

Camus, honey, how old are you supposed to be, again? Too old for shorts, right? Right?

Watched up to 6 of Meine Liebe.

Lui, you are such an unspeakable little snot; I love you. Well, all right, I love Seki the Smooth’s voice, but it helps that you’re cute in your snottiness.

Orphe, Lui doesn’t need television, he has you. You complete sucker.

Naoji, sweet demons of chaos, you are such a sub. An asskicking sub, but a sub. Oh so much.

Camus, sweetie, you’re weird. Adorable, but weird. And it isn’t the flowers that make me say this, no, it’s the garters on your boots.

Ed, lose that horrible shirt. Actually, you can lose all your shirts, but especially that one. You’re a ruffian, darling, not a pretty sailor-suited soldier.

Issac… get back here.