#charm.ask

Thanks. it’s just so telling when he does stuff like this. I’m trying to not let it get me down but i just… i know the chances of me becoming rich or famous are slim but I would feel better if he showed he believed in me or even just liked me. the only thing we really only have in common is the love for our sister. idk, i just wish he wasnt so….indifferent to me

ab-so-lutely. it’s a cute, short anime that only takes a little over an hour to watch. and it’s simply amazing!! especially if youre a fan of Trigger, the animation company. (they made Kill la Kill, Little Witch Academia, and Kiznaiver) Space Patrol Luluco is jam-packed with references to their previous works, from simple gestures to the main cast actually visiting and interacting with a few previous Trigger characters. (although, you can stay enjoy it without knowing that much about Trigger - i’d only seen Little Witch Academia before and i love it!!)

the story is really good, too. it’s about a normal girl trying to live a normal life... in the middle of the only town on Earth with a “space immigration zone” and where aliens live alongside humans. I’d recommend reading this article after watching the first episode. this puts it better than I can:

“Luluco is the story of a girl’s adolescence — one of the most direct portrayals of such since FLCL‘s third episode and Eri Ninamori’s Marquis de Carabas. That whole changing into a gun in the middle of class? Yeah, that stands for something super embarrassing that could possibly happen to your body which is now changing without your permission and oh god help this sucks.”

as for fanservice? there really isn’t much. Luluco’s mom is the biggest source. but, tbh, i dont mind that so much. what she wears is cringe worthy, yes, but unlike a certain other show, she doesnt use it as armor/to fight hand-to-hand. i had to drop Kill la Kill because of the bikini armor, but it’s much easier to ignore in Space Patrol Luluco.

Your heart flutters for a moment in fear before exhilaration courses through you. Your hair flies wildly about your head. Your feet kick, desperately searching for a guarantee of safety. The air cushions your fall - though you hesitate to call it that. You aren’t going down, after all.

You aren’t moving at all, it seems. Everything looks the same. The wind is blowing, but you can’t tell if it’s pushing you into clouds or clouds into you. Either way, the clouds scatter at your touch. It leaves your fingers feeling cool, damp, and tingly, but you have fun playing with them, cutting and shaping them into fun designs.

And then, when you finally work up the nerve to look down, you are awed.

The world spreads out miles beneath you. On the horizon is the sun, disappearing quickly as night settles in. Cerulean oceans meet golden fields, where quaint houses are scattered in loose groups - a small city. You can’t see any people, but you know they are there.