There’s something hauntingly off about the Bleach ending
Bleach 686 (and onward) has a weird, almost purgatorial vibe to it.
Chad, who swore to only use his strength and powers to protect people and not harm others, is now a champion boxer. (?)
Ishida, whose passion lied with sewing and fashion, whose biggest fear was to end up like his father, is now a doctor and alone. (??)
Orihime COULD have had the chance to mature and outgrow her high school crush, to develop as her own person and hone her own interests, aspirations, and passions, (in her five lifetimes speech she also mentioned wanting five different careers, live in five different places) but she’s a doting housewife k
And Ichigo. The guy who always felt like a misfit in the human world, who yearned for something more than his life, who felt most alive and electric and fulfilled as a shinigami than anything else, Ichigo with overwhelming power and an insane desire to save and protect and kick ass, is now a married guy with kids. And he’s got a bad haircut? And the girl he’s married to (while sweet and kind and beautiful) does not challenge him in any way, shape or form. (??????)
Also this spread this fucking spread
like good old buddies and bros ichigo and rukia get totally platonic spreads like this bad boy
and canon ichihime get this weird pose where ichigo kinda has his elbow on her head and orihime’s crumpled and nervous and crouched? the fuck
