My sweet little cinnamon rolls
this fucking anime owns my heart :: seriously, these two :: victuuri
I saw Hamilton earlier this week.
I hadn’t listened to the soundtrack, knew very little about the plot of the musical (other than it was about Hamilton), and thought the rabid Hamilton fans needed to have their heads examined.
Well.
I’m glad I saw it, but I still believe that the rabid fans need to have their heads examined.
I’ve been listening to the soundtrack because people keep telling me I’ll appreciate the musical more if I have a handle on the “dialogue”. It’s damn catchy, that’s for sure, but I felt that way in the theatre, too. The bits King George sings have been earworms since Tuesday night. BUT the dude in Fort Lauderdale was MUCH more amusing than the guy on the OBC recording.
It was a good musical, but I don’t think it met the high expectations I went in with.
But seriously—this song—the last line? BOOM!
Life begins again on Monday. After two months of adjusting to some major life changes, it feels good to be falling back into normalcy. (Not that I’ve ever been normal, but…)
I’ve been spending a lot of time working on my Ukrainian. I feel like I’m spinning my wheels without having a tutor to guide me, but oddly enough, I’m also making some serious progress. Who knows.
Remember when I named fight one of my three words? If I win part of that fight, we’re going to celebrate by going back to Lviv. This time, I want to really be more than functional when we go.
I’m mixing it up with flashcards, a textbook, and Harry Potter. The various input methods seem to make the material stick better and it’s fun to see the number of words I don’t know get reduced with every new exercise or sentence. (Even if my reading level is below what the ‘experts’ say it needs to be.)
Життя починається знов
As always, I disappear into the world of fan fiction when I have trouble processing the real world. Those life changes? Yeah. I’ve needed to disappear into a fantasy world and Yuri!!! On Ice fit the bill perfectly.
I love when an OTP is canon and these two… they kill me. They are the definition of beautiful cinnamon rolls too good for this world. There aren’t enough love stories like this in the world and this one is so… yeah.
And the best part is, once you hit the big twist in episode ten, you can go back to the beginning and watch it all over again with a different point of view. Plus, that second watch-through? So much better than if that had been the original plot.
And, and, and…. it’s all fucking canon. The creators said as much.
< bouncing off the walls >Watching that stupid anime has been the highlight of the past two months. I’ve watched it several times and it gets better every. single. time.
Their relationship is so beautiful and so well developed. Perfect little scenes like this drive the point home without beating you over the head with it.
And I can’t get enough of it…. even if it means I have to learn fucking RUSSIAN to write in-universe, canon-compliant fiction. Which is something new since I’d rather play on the outskirts of JKR’s sandbox than have to deal with her continuous ret-conning and ridiculous ‘additions’ to canon.
Then again, there’s no messing with perfection, is there?
pssssst
IT IS CANON