Joku aika sitten mulle tuli tosi nostalginen olo ja aloin kuunnella niitä biisejä, joilla äiti ja isä aivopesi mua lapsena. On outoa, miten pystyy pelkkien äänien ja sointujen avulla palaamaan ajassa taaksepäin. Tuntui, että silloin kaikki oli paremmin.
Eikä siinä kaikki. Tämän kyseisen biisin sanat on hyvin merkitykselliset ja syvälliset. Kannattaa kuunnella ne tarkkaan. Niissä on asiaa yhteiskunnasta, elämästä.
The room is dim, the only source of a light are the light on a Christmas three. I sit on a sofa, beside the said tree, and watch in wonder, in delight, how the red and silver balls seem to reflect the golden light. I'm only four and everything in a room seems so different and beautiful despite the fact I'd lived there the whole four years of my life. A silent music plays in the background while my mom hums with the melody, dad listens quietly with his eyes closed and my sisters try to keep me at pay so I wouldn't fall under the tree. I settle down, not really understanding what's going on, but I like it anyway. Everyone I love is near me and I feel content and happy. Everyone is happy. I hope this moment would last forever.
Tämän päivän - menneen päivän jälleen - luukusta löytyy taidetta. Painting tutorial Yuumeilta. Olisi ihan mahtavaa osata piirtää millä tahansa noin, mutta multa puuttuu sekä kärsivällisyys että itse aika jotta oppisin piirtämään noin. Ehkä tästä on silti jolle kulle hyötyä.
Hands sped through the paper, leaving behind colors, lines, shapes. Eyes saw the half empty paper but the mind saw the fully perfected work. Shadow and light were in harmony, red and blue looked like old friends. Nothing seemed off, it all felt right. Little by little the picture inside the mind transferred to the canvas. Hands stopped, eyes closed. All six senses felt the picture. It was perfect.
Yksi mun ehdottomista lempihahmoista on Once Upon a Timen Regina Mills aka Evil Queen. Seuraavana tulee Rumple ja sitten Hook. Kukaan ei ole siis täysin hyvis :)
Regina smirked slowly, feeling victorious. Yes, she'd left her evil ways. Yes, she was now in love. And yes, she still enjoyed making fun of poor goody-two-shoes, the heroes, whenever she saw a perfect opening. Like right now. She smiled, basking in the feeling, a genius mind already coming up with a next just as genius reply. She enjoyed it especially much with someone who could stay up with her with snark and sassy comments. Emma Swan was a perfect sparring partner.
God bless that blondie had forced herself into their lives or else she would have bored to death with all the boring peasants around her.
Koska jokainen - toistan, jokainen - joulukalenteri tarvitsee vähän Merthuria, niin tässä sitä on:
Tajusin tässä näin, että olen ollut jo älyttömän monta vuotta Merlin-fandomissa. Siis, ainakin kolme, ellen kohta jopa neljä. Enkä vieläkään ole kyllästynyt. Siitä tunnistaa hyvän sarjan.
"Merlin. Were you just trying to... hug me?"
Merlin averted his gaze, musing in a way he knew annoyed Arthur to no end. "Of course not, sire. How could a low servant like me dare to hug such a royal man like you?"
Arthur gave him a dry look. "How is it, Merlin, that I heard something not quite sincere in your tone?"
"I have no idea, sire." Merlin grinned. "Are you going to stare at me the whole day like some daftwaffle or are you going to finish that speech?"
It looked like the king wanted to say something but in the end gave up with a huff and turned back to his speech. He was getting back the where he was left when, once again, he felt something sneaking behind him.
"MERLIN!"
"Yes, sire? I'm not deaf. Yet."
Merlin's hands were loosely around the blond man's chest but this time he wasn't letting go. Like sadly often with Merlin, Arthur had no idea what to say, do or even where to watch. He felt his cheeks burn - in embarrassment of course since such a gesture was made for him - and tried to hide the fact that a girly squeal had escaped his throat a minute ago.
"Please, let go," he muttered, looking pointedly at the rood.
"Is that an order?"
"Yes, Merlin. It's an order."
Merlin let go but made sure the other man saw his wide grin. Arthur stared at him dumbly. And no, it wasn't a blush that you saw on his face. In the end he decided it was better pretend nothing happened, so he did so, but for some reason or another it only made Merlin happier. For the first time Arthur felt like he'd lost.
Olin perjantaina, joka oli oikeastaan 11. päivä, laulamassa Kallion kirkossa kuoron kanssa joululauluja. Joulukonsertti siis. Tämän innoittamana tämän menneen päivän luukusta löytyy Gleen verio O Holy Nightista.
He sat on a hard bench, he listened. It was beautiful, the singing. Like angles. Anyone else would have found the metaphor a cliche, but not him. Angels were real, and their singing sounded like angles's singing. Beautiful, soft, full of emotion, forgiveness and blessing. Free of human soul's sins. He wanted to sing too, call up to the Heavens, but he knew his voice would have ruined that perfect moment of tranquility. So instead, he let the choir do the calling and let himself answer to every call.
Tähän väliin on pakko sanoa, etten itse ole uskonnollinen. Saattaisin luetella itseni paremminkin ateistiksi. Vaikka tavallaan usko, että jossakin saattaa olla jokin suurempi voima. Se on hankalaa. Kirkossa ollessa tulee kuitenkin aina sellainen tietty pyhä olo, ehkä niin on jokaisen uskonnon kanssa. Koska siinä on osana jotakin suurta ja hyvin vanhaa, jonka perinteet ovat jatkuneet aina näihin päiviin asti. Mieleni tekisi kokea monien muiden uskontojen perinteisiä rituaaleja, etenkin Japanin uusi vuosi kiinnostaa kovasti.
Viime päivinä en ole muuta tehnytkään kuin lukenut japania. Toisin sanoen, kyllä, opiskelen tällä hetkellä japanin alkeita ja kyllä, torstaina oli japanin tentti (kirjoitan tätä 13. päivä, koska oon taas myöhässä).
Siksipä tämän päivän luukusta löytyy biisi, joka alkoi yllättäen soida päässä, kun tajusin mitä jotkut sanat siinä tarkoittavat suomeksi. Se on hieno tunne.
She
remembered all of his past lives. No one believed her, of course so after being
labelled as a crazy person, she stopped telling her story to everyone. They
always looked at her like she was something disgusting, beyond help or just
pitiful. No, she didn’t need pity. She was also quite sane, thank you. That she
remembered her being a massmurderer in the past life didn’t make her a murderer
now, too. Or that she used to be a male singer didn’t mean she had to pursue
that path now. Nor that she ruled the kingdom or loved adventures meant she had
to do so now too. Those were her but still weren’t. She knew everything about
those thing, though. Of course since she’d lived those lives. But always,
always, she’d died in the end. A bloody death. Every single time. Like she said
to everyone, she wasn’t crazy. Only crazy person would try to repeat those
mistakes of their past and die the same way. She had gotten many chances to try
again and again. She wanted to succeed now.
He was easy to read. Could a guy be anymore obvious. Of course Sherlock tried to pretend he didn't know what was going on inside John's head. Or maybe he didn't actually even try because it was even more amusing to throw all the obvious information into the other man's face and what's his bewilderment. Entertaining, indeed. Some of his days, way too many in Sherlock's opinion, were dull. Astonishingly boring and killing him. So he'd come up with a new hobby called 'John Watson Watching'. The dullest name, he knew, but he wasn't into art of language. He just wanted to entertain himself while watching the other man and then make him do faces. Thank god for the doctor who suddenly appeared into his life or else he'd be already dead of all not-challenge he was given.
Tiedetään. En ole päässyt vielä lähellekään Sherlockin hahmoa. Ehkä jonain päivänä. Tällä hetkellä olen katsonut vasta kolme jaksoa koko sarjasta (ja ihan rakastunut siihen, etenkin paritukseen Johnlock), joten Sherlockin kuivahkon sarkastinen ja älykäs luonne ei ole vielä jäänyt muhun pysyäkseen. Muutenkin Sherlockin hahmoa on vaikea jäljitellä. Johnin näkökulmasta olisi ollut huomattavasti helpompi kirjoittaa, mutta siinä ei olisi ollut tarpeeksi haastetta, ja kuten Sherlock sanoisi, se olisi ollut mieltätappavan tylsä ja tavallinen.
Täytyy nyt toivottaa hyvää itsenäisyyspäivää tässä välissä. En päässyt tänään juhlistamaan sitä tarkoituksenmukaisella tavalla, kiitos flunssan, joten katselin sitten Uutta Sherlockia ja lueskelin KH-ficcejä. Melko puuduttava päivä, mutta parempi kuin se, että olisin mennyt vaeltelemaan tuohon myrskyyn. Sherlock ei kauheasti itsenäisyyteen liity, mitä nyt mies on hyvin itsenäinen ja tietää mitä tahtoo. En voi kuin rakastaa Sherlockin hahmoa ja Johnia ja Sherlockia yhdessä.
