• June 06, 2013
  Naruto Shippuden Episode 316 – Reincarnated Allied Forces!
• June 13, 2013
  Naruto Shippuden Episode 317 – Shino vs Torune!
• June 20, 2013
  Naruto Shippuden Episode 318 – A Hole in the Heart – The Other Jinchuriki
• June 27, 2013
  Naruto Shippuden Episode 319 – The Soul That Dwells Within a Puppet                                                                                                           sourсe

MORE FILLERS. THE WHOLE JUNE IS FILLERS. NO MADARA AGAIN.

I`m gonna post it once again

- Madara in anime

- Madara in manga

Be strong, fellow Madara fans!

30 Day Book Meme: Days #11 and #12

30 Day Book Meme: Day #11 - A Book You Hated

Oh my. There are several options, of course. Not many, but as Spencer Tracy would say, those precious few are “cherce.” (But in a bad, bad way.) While certain contemporary books make my eye twitch (The Time Traveler’s Wife, the entire Twilight series, every book Dan Brown ever wrote), nothing gets my irish up like classic literature. I think I’m going to have to call it a tie between Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights (in which there is literally not a single redeemable character worth all the effort) and Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations (which managed to almost put me off Dickens entirely, a tragedy in and of itself, but oh god, how did I hate it that I almost never read A Tale of Two Cities because I would not give the dead man the satisfaction after putting me through the excruciating hell of reading that book).  

(Also, gratuitous side note: once in college, a very stupid boy hit on me by saying that I looked like Emily Bronte. Actually, what he said was “You look like that chick who wrote that book I read in high school” and ensuing discussion led to the deduction that he had read Wuthering Heights. Needless to say, no, oh hell no. Guys, in case you are not aware, this is not a good pick-up strategy.) 

Day #12 - A Book You Used to Love But Don’t Anymore

The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy. There are not words to describe how vast my love was for this book and its sequels when I was in 8th/9th grade. The sun rose and set on Sir Percival Blakeney as far as lil’ me was concerned. Which is why I own practically every movie version of it ever made, as my love and devotion was a fearsome, obsessive thing. The musical adaptation was the first show I ever saw on Broadway, and the beginning of a long-standing appreciation for the awesomesauce that is Terrence Mann’s comedic timing and bass voice. (The only Chauvelin. Ever. The end.) My VHS tape of the Anthony Andrews-Jane Seymour BBC adaptation (featuring an impossibly young Sir Ian McKellen) is practically worn thin from the repeated viewings, as after my mom was diagnosed with cancer I watched it almost daily for the sheer, silly comfort.

And now, I read it, and aside from all the cringing over the book’s incredibly racist denouement, I… can’t get worked up about it the way I used to. There are other books from that time of my life that I still read with giggles, or by holding my breath — they still effect me. But oddly, not Orczy.  (I still know all the words to the songs from the musical, though. Some things will never not be in my head.) 

I woke up to pouring rain and thunder. I've now been sitting here for over 15 minutes watching constant flashes of lightening. I thought it was daylight already...that's how bright the sky is STAYING.