( My Fiction Masterlist )

I've finally made my Sherlock Bracelet and matching Earrings :)



( Sherlock Bracelet + Earrings )

I've finally made my new necklaces! :D
I've had this idea about two months ago, but had to wait to actually make the necklaces for weeks because I was waiting on some stuff I'd ordered. The missing bits arrived yesterday and so I now have my Celtic Country Necklaces ♥
I think I'll wear the Scotland one and the Wales one ;)



Also I'm know packing each jewellery piece in little paper envelopes, which will then be sealed ♥
I love this idea, not only because it makes each piece a bit more special, like a small gift, but because it's also better to use paper instead of plastic bags.

I swear I must be out of my mind, but anywhere here you go, first fanvideo in ages.

Title: Sherlock - Pinky and the Brain
Song: Pinky and the Brain Intro Theme
Vidder: wiccaqueen
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Characters: Sherlock, John (OMG no pairing! I'm shocked)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack
Summary: Sherlock and John are actually genetically enhanced mice who plan to take over the world, one's a genius and the other one is insane XD

( Pinky and the Brain - Video )

I'm very slowly getting back into LJ, so slowly in fact, that I'm writing this in the Richt text editor...wtf???

Anyhow this is still not the post about my RL update (that will follow) and not my vacation post either, sorry. I still have to edit the pics and decide which ones I want to upload. Maybe next week.

Right now I thought I'd tell you what else I've been up to.

( Reading... )

Will be back with RL stuff and more soon. I'm also skimming my flist, will comment soon.
Love you all! ♥

But I won't leave you emptyhanded.
Here's a live version of 'Field Trip Buddy' from the wonderful Matt Alber. It's such a sweet song talking about young boy/boy love ♥♥♥

God I know it's been weeks and weeks, but I'm slowly coming back from my RL vacation and my LJ vacation.
Hope all you guys are doing fine and that you still know who I am ;)
I MISSED YOU ALL! ♥
*hugs flist*

I'll post an update about RL and fandom stuff soon, and of course my Wales pictures.
For right now though I wanted to post a link to my new shop which I just opened at dawanda. Please go and check it out, more to come soon :)

WICCAN STYLE

Due to RL problems this journal is temporarily closed.
Thanks to all for your support ♥

Now I come to the crazy tinhattery poetry analysis XD
And I know I'm not the first one to do this, far from it, but give me a chance, okay?
All poems written by Viggo Mortensen

Trague (devour)

I swallowed the reel and the rod
and the faith that so sweetly I had
the afternoon of the day that I met you.
I saw myself in your eyes and in your arms
and an entire lifetime in your lips I lived
the afternoon of the day that I met you.

Isn't it simply beautiful? Just let it sink in for a few seconds and then it's on to the analysis.

( Trague interpretation )

Communion

WE'VE LEFT SHORE SOMEHOW
BECOME THE FRIENDS
OF EARLY THEORY
CLOSE ENOUGH TO SPEAK
DESIRE AND PAIN OF ABSENCE
OF MISTAKES WE'D MAKE
GIVEN THE CHANCE.

EACH SMILE RETURNED
MAKES HARDER AVOIDING
DREAMS THAT SEE US
LYING IN EARLY EVENING
CURTAIN SHADOWS, SKIN
SAFE AGAINST SKIN.
BLOOM OF COMPASSION
RESPECT FOR MOMENTS
EYES LOCK TURNS
FOREVER INTO ONE MORE
VEIL THAT FALLS AWAY.

THIS AFTER SEEING YOU
LAST NIGHT, FIRST TIME
SMELLING YOU WITH
PERMISSION: SHOULDERS TO
WONDER OPENLY AT
AS CAREFULLY KISSED
AS THOSE ARMS
WAITED IMPOSSIBLY ON.
THEY'VE HELD ME NOW
AND YOUR BREATH
DOWN MY BACK
SENT AWAY NIGHT AIR
THAT HAD ME SHAKING
IN THE UNLIT ANGLICAN
DOORWAY.

ARE WE RUINED FOR
FINDING OUR FACES FIT
AND WANT TO KNOW MORE
ABOUT MORNING? IS
FRIENDSHIP CANCELLED
IF WE CAN'T CALL
EACH OTHER ANYMORE
IN AMNESIA, INVITE
OURSELVES TO LAST GLANCES
UNDER SUSPICIOUS CLOCKS
TELLING US WHEN WE'VE
HAD ENOUGH?

YOUR STEADY HANDS
CRADLING MY GRATEFUL
SKULL: WERE YOU TAKING
IN MY FACE TO
SAVE AN IMAGE
YOU'VE RARELY ALLOWED
YOURSELF AFTER LEAVING
THAT COLD ALCOVE?
AM I A PHOTOGRAPH
YOU GAZE AT IN
MOMENTS OF WEAKNESS?

YOU ORDERED ME
OFF MY KNEES
INTO YOUR ARMS.
WASN'T TO BEG
THAT I KNELT; ONLY
TO SEE YOU ONCE
FROM BELOW.

TRIED TO SAY SOMETHING
THAT FILLED MY MOUTH
AND LONGED TO REST
IN YOUR EAR.
DON'T DARE WRITE
IT DOWN FOR FEAR IT'LL
BECOME WORDS, JUST
WORDS.
(1999-2002)

(it was posted in captial letters and I didn't feel like typing it all again)

Also a lovely poem, but let's look a bit deeper, shall we?

( Communion interpretation )

Finally I want to just mention the translation of another poem

33

It's been days since I've seen you from above
The others feign flight. I like ...
planes, but I don't need them
I study my hands instead of your eyes
When do you know your name when...
no one listens to you? The rain sings on
the tin roof plates, the dreams of yesterday, every drop
stopped by the kitchen roof
where I dream with the cat on my lap.

Okay I'll leave the interpretation of that one up to you guys ;)