Bloody buggering hell. I'm a snivelling mess who just can't get over the soddin' film.
But I think this is what I needed to do so. The Name Game
If it left you wondering, read that one. Really. It's bloody beautiful.
"You’ve been waiting for him since before you met him. Stop waiting. He always comes to you eventually." Oh James.
Right. I'll shut up now and go somewhere to curl up as a ball and bawl out all the crap I've bottled up and absorbed inside of me recently for whatever reason.
But I think this is what I needed to do so. The Name Game
If it left you wondering, read that one. Really. It's bloody beautiful.
"You’ve been waiting for him since before you met him. Stop waiting. He always comes to you eventually." Oh James.
Right. I'll shut up now and go somewhere to curl up as a ball and bawl out all the crap I've bottled up and absorbed inside of me recently for whatever reason.
*grumblemumblehiss*
19 May 2007 22:13*lets out a deep breath*
Anyways, it was so good to see people again.
Tommi invited me to join their Cthulhu campaign, which is nice because it gives me a chance to see pretty much everyone at least once a week, especially now that Kahi's Forgotten Realms campaign seems to be dead (which is a great pity in a way because the Realms are like my imaginary homeworld and I'm really fond of my Calimshite wind sorceress Ishra. Ah well, at least I can make her & co. kick ass in Icewind Dale II.)
We also made some plans about my character and she turned out to be pretty cool, I think.
She's a young Anglo-French heiress named Elizabeth de Somethingepicinfrench. But you can call her Bess, she's cool like that. She's also a bit revolutionary for a young aristocratic lady in the '20s, sporting short curls and wearing trousers and waistcoats and stuff like that. But I guess no one is very surprised as she's my character after all. *chuckle*
Also, Tommi and Venla are just too cute. It was really heartwarming to watch those two, they're so good together. :)
Meh. Better go and try to get some sleep now.
WARNING: PotC rant ahead, feel free to skip.
Bloody hell, maybe getting into the PotC fandom was a wrong move because I've become such a shipper that I will probably scream bloody murder and throw waffles at the screen if Will and Elizabeth are going to have another of those sickening happily-ever-after goddamn Disney fairytale endings.
Okay, maybe not a shipper (although have no doubt, I'm a so-called Sparrabether through and through), more like an anti-W/E shipper. Those two are just so... wrong. And uninteresting. And mismatched. And wrong. I'd rather have her end up with James (no, really. Norrie is love <3). Or Gibbs. Or Barbossa. Or Jack the Monkey.
C'mon. He's a whelp. She's a bloody Pirate Queen.
*takes several deep breaths to calm down* Okay, here's to hoping the ending really will be surprising/unpredictable, bittersweet (and not in "Oh, I wub u forevah, Will, my beloved honey-pumpkin, but we can't be together because you're the Captain of the Flying Dutchman so we can only see each other once in 10 years so I'll stay here on some remote island playing a nice little faithful housewife raising our son, William III." way, because that just sucks) and kick-ass.
Ted, Terry, Jerry, Gore. I have faith in you. Please don't let me down.
Okay, rant over. Whew.
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That boy is haunting my dreams again. Or still. Why?
He made a cameo again last night. He wasn't really present in the dream but he was mentioned, which is quite weird as the dream was mostly about me and Ella and Valtsu touring with Finntroll for some weird reason. At some point, by the way, I ended up on the stage playing bass and Ella playing keyboards.
As I said, weird. (And no, Suvi, Vreth wasn't there. I only remember Routa and Skrymer and Wilska who was in the audience.)
Hmm, I think I remember something else about that dream as well. It had places I've seen in my dreams before. Like that little dell full of yellow irises (only without the irises this time) by a small lake that I once found in a dream where I was road-tripping through North Karelia with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suomigoth. And that country road passing through some fields where I walked once with Tuomas, near the house with the garden where I had been sitting next to some berry bushes and talking with his mother.
My dreams are strange.
In addition to strange dreams, my life has been quite uneventful lately (I've been mostly sitting home playing Baldur's Gate II and Lionheart), save the previous couple of weekends.
On the Saturday the 14th (yeah, not exactly Friday the 13th) I went with Ella to see a Tarot gig to Old Texas. Although I'm quite a Tarot newbie, I admit, I enjoyed the gig (even though some brilliantly intelligent person decided to throw their beer on me). It also seems like mine and Ella's gig mojo returned as after the show some drunken fella in his thirties made it his holy quest to get us the guys' autographs. I feel quite sorry for the poor guys as the fella was rather persistent-bordering-irritating. No wonder Zachary was apparently feeling a bit grumpy.
But Marco. Dude, if Zac's rather temperamental, the little bro is the embodiment of good-natured Zen.
And if said embodiment of good-natured Zen comes to you with a goofy drunken smile, opens his arms and says: "Let's hug!", you don't argue. :D Marco rocks.
Another event was Åbo By Night last weekend. What a brilliant concept: a WoD larp where the vampires express themselves by... singing karaoke!
We were only extras, playing quickly made up mortal goth youths. I put my Karelian dialect in practice again by playing a folklore student from Joensuu. It was fun.
The members of the Brujah clan were naturally loud, fun-loving metal fans and at one point they performed Hevimies together. And I shall never forget how the Prince of Turku (a fancy-pants Toreador himself) got up to the stage and performed Tsingis-Khan. :D
Oh, and good news! If I'm lucky, I should have internet in my own flat within a week!
So maybe I'll see you around again sooner than you think. Now I'm off to home.
Bloody hell, maybe getting into the PotC fandom was a wrong move because I've become such a shipper that I will probably scream bloody murder and throw waffles at the screen if Will and Elizabeth are going to have another of those sickening happily-ever-after goddamn Disney fairytale endings.
Okay, maybe not a shipper (although have no doubt, I'm a so-called Sparrabether through and through), more like an anti-W/E shipper. Those two are just so... wrong. And uninteresting. And mismatched. And wrong. I'd rather have her end up with James (no, really. Norrie is love <3). Or Gibbs. Or Barbossa. Or Jack the Monkey.
C'mon. He's a whelp. She's a bloody Pirate Queen.
*takes several deep breaths to calm down* Okay, here's to hoping the ending really will be surprising/unpredictable, bittersweet (and not in "Oh, I wub u forevah, Will, my beloved honey-pumpkin, but we can't be together because you're the Captain of the Flying Dutchman so we can only see each other once in 10 years so I'll stay here on some remote island playing a nice little faithful housewife raising our son, William III." way, because that just sucks) and kick-ass.
Ted, Terry, Jerry, Gore. I have faith in you. Please don't let me down.
Okay, rant over. Whew.
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That boy is haunting my dreams again. Or still. Why?
He made a cameo again last night. He wasn't really present in the dream but he was mentioned, which is quite weird as the dream was mostly about me and Ella and Valtsu touring with Finntroll for some weird reason. At some point, by the way, I ended up on the stage playing bass and Ella playing keyboards.
As I said, weird. (And no, Suvi, Vreth wasn't there. I only remember Routa and Skrymer and Wilska who was in the audience.)
Hmm, I think I remember something else about that dream as well. It had places I've seen in my dreams before. Like that little dell full of yellow irises (only without the irises this time) by a small lake that I once found in a dream where I was road-tripping through North Karelia with
suomigoth. And that country road passing through some fields where I walked once with Tuomas, near the house with the garden where I had been sitting next to some berry bushes and talking with his mother.My dreams are strange.
In addition to strange dreams, my life has been quite uneventful lately (I've been mostly sitting home playing Baldur's Gate II and Lionheart), save the previous couple of weekends.
On the Saturday the 14th (yeah, not exactly Friday the 13th) I went with Ella to see a Tarot gig to Old Texas. Although I'm quite a Tarot newbie, I admit, I enjoyed the gig (even though some brilliantly intelligent person decided to throw their beer on me). It also seems like mine and Ella's gig mojo returned as after the show some drunken fella in his thirties made it his holy quest to get us the guys' autographs. I feel quite sorry for the poor guys as the fella was rather persistent-bordering-irritating. No wonder Zachary was apparently feeling a bit grumpy.
But Marco. Dude, if Zac's rather temperamental, the little bro is the embodiment of good-natured Zen.
And if said embodiment of good-natured Zen comes to you with a goofy drunken smile, opens his arms and says: "Let's hug!", you don't argue. :D Marco rocks.
Another event was Åbo By Night last weekend. What a brilliant concept: a WoD larp where the vampires express themselves by... singing karaoke!
We were only extras, playing quickly made up mortal goth youths. I put my Karelian dialect in practice again by playing a folklore student from Joensuu. It was fun.
The members of the Brujah clan were naturally loud, fun-loving metal fans and at one point they performed Hevimies together. And I shall never forget how the Prince of Turku (a fancy-pants Toreador himself) got up to the stage and performed Tsingis-Khan. :D
Oh, and good news! If I'm lucky, I should have internet in my own flat within a week!
So maybe I'll see you around again sooner than you think. Now I'm off to home.
I don't have much time, so I'll just post this short meme thingy:
We all have things about our friends that make us slightly envious.
Not in a bad way, but in a "Wow! I wish I had that person's hair/eyes/money/relationship/toenails/whatever."
So tell me what about me makes you envy me. Then if you feel like it, post this in your LJ and see what makes me envious of you.
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Hehee, the tickets to At World's End will come to pre-sale online tonight. I guess that means I have to stay another night here at my mother's place. Gods, I wish I'll get an internet connection to my own flat soon.
But the good side about not having the access to internet whenever I want is that it prevents me from spoiling myself rotten about Pirates and LOST. I already think I know more than I should about AWE. Not the final outcome of course, very few do.
But from what I have read I think I will severely dislike Will. The boy just doesn't get it. *sigh*
And Jack and Elizabeth are so gonna end up together. C'mon, they have to. Pirates, peas in a pod, birds of a feather and all that. *crosses fingers and toes*
Okay, enough fandom rambling I think. Wish me luck in getting internet soon, kittens.
We all have things about our friends that make us slightly envious.
Not in a bad way, but in a "Wow! I wish I had that person's hair/eyes/money/relationship/toenails/whatever."
So tell me what about me makes you envy me. Then if you feel like it, post this in your LJ and see what makes me envious of you.
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Hehee, the tickets to At World's End will come to pre-sale online tonight. I guess that means I have to stay another night here at my mother's place. Gods, I wish I'll get an internet connection to my own flat soon.
But the good side about not having the access to internet whenever I want is that it prevents me from spoiling myself rotten about Pirates and LOST. I already think I know more than I should about AWE. Not the final outcome of course, very few do.
But from what I have read I think I will severely dislike Will. The boy just doesn't get it. *sigh*
And Jack and Elizabeth are so gonna end up together. C'mon, they have to. Pirates, peas in a pod, birds of a feather and all that. *crosses fingers and toes*
Okay, enough fandom rambling I think. Wish me luck in getting internet soon, kittens.
Never Love Me
15 December 2006 00:28As I was walking (and a mighty great weather for walking there is: stormy winds and starry sky) home an hour or so ago, I thought of erinya's great Jack/Elizabeth fic Never Love Me and how I can kinda relate to Lizzie's feelings in that.
While I haven't managed to mess up people's lives on the same scale she has, nor do I have a hot pirate captain with a heart of gold to convince not to love me because everything that loves me dies, I honestly think that people should just steer clear of me.
I don't mean to hurt or offend people, I don't mean to cause them worries and trouble. But I'm thoughtless and indifferent and -yes, indeed- arrogant. I live in my little inpenetratable bubble shutting the world outside and not letting anyone close. I'm not as good person as I would like to be. Hardly the worst one I know, but not a good one either. Not as good as people often believe I am when they first get to know me. But they usually learn the truth soon enough after I have let them down a couple of times.
"I think you want people to hate yourself!"
That's what Kate yelled at Sawyer in Lost a couple of episodes back and she was probably right. If you act like a dick towards everyone from the very beginning, they never start to like you so you never have to disappoint them. And if they despite that manage to get too close, fuck them over so they learn to stay away. Make them hate you as much as you hate yourself because you deserve nothing more. Is that what I have become as well?
But I warn you: Stay away for your own sake.
And by gods, never love me. I will only break your heart.
(By the way, this is NOT addressed to anyone in particular and I'm NOT begging for sympathy, so spare your comments.)
erinya's great Jack/Elizabeth fic Never Love Me and how I can kinda relate to Lizzie's feelings in that. While I haven't managed to mess up people's lives on the same scale she has, nor do I have a hot pirate captain with a heart of gold to convince not to love me because everything that loves me dies, I honestly think that people should just steer clear of me.
I don't mean to hurt or offend people, I don't mean to cause them worries and trouble. But I'm thoughtless and indifferent and -yes, indeed- arrogant. I live in my little inpenetratable bubble shutting the world outside and not letting anyone close. I'm not as good person as I would like to be. Hardly the worst one I know, but not a good one either. Not as good as people often believe I am when they first get to know me. But they usually learn the truth soon enough after I have let them down a couple of times.
"I think you want people to hate yourself!"
That's what Kate yelled at Sawyer in Lost a couple of episodes back and she was probably right. If you act like a dick towards everyone from the very beginning, they never start to like you so you never have to disappoint them. And if they despite that manage to get too close, fuck them over so they learn to stay away. Make them hate you as much as you hate yourself because you deserve nothing more. Is that what I have become as well?
But I warn you: Stay away for your own sake.
And by gods, never love me. I will only break your heart.
(By the way, this is NOT addressed to anyone in particular and I'm NOT begging for sympathy, so spare your comments.)
Alright, I was overcome by some sudden fit of courage and decided to open this entry to the public.
After all I already dared to post this to Fanfiction.net, so I guess it doesn't hurt anyone if it can be read in here too although it's still un-beta'd and probably contains a ton of grammatical errors.
Maybe I'll even find courage to link this to![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sparrabeth community although the quality of fiction there sweeps the floor (or deck ;p) with this any time.
The point of my humble little ficlet is Elizabeth Swann reflecting upon the names she's been given in her lifetime.
Disclaimer: Elizabeth and Weatherby Swann and Will Turner all belong to Disney, as does the Edinburgh Trader. I only came up with the name of Lizzie's mother and her middle name and intend to make no money with this little drabble or anything like that.
Author's note: I'm aware that this has flaws, so I would very grateful of constructive criticism.
Please tell me what you think, it's my first attempt to write fanfiction in three years.
After all I already dared to post this to Fanfiction.net, so I guess it doesn't hurt anyone if it can be read in here too although it's still un-beta'd and probably contains a ton of grammatical errors.
Maybe I'll even find courage to link this to
sparrabeth community although the quality of fiction there sweeps the floor (or deck ;p) with this any time.The point of my humble little ficlet is Elizabeth Swann reflecting upon the names she's been given in her lifetime.
Disclaimer: Elizabeth and Weatherby Swann and Will Turner all belong to Disney, as does the Edinburgh Trader. I only came up with the name of Lizzie's mother and her middle name and intend to make no money with this little drabble or anything like that.
Author's note: I'm aware that this has flaws, so I would very grateful of constructive criticism.
Please tell me what you think, it's my first attempt to write fanfiction in three years.
