Oh, this is so very written for me
I am in week 2 of my drama slump, which is pretty unprecedented for me (I don't remember the last time I went two weeks without a drama). I do have Boku To Star No 99 Nichi first ep with subs - it's a jdrama with Kim Tae Hee as an actress and Nishijima Hidetoshi as her bodyguard. Maybe it will break the drought. I think The Princess' Man has ruined me for all other dramas for a while. I really need to post caps of the last two eps. Hmmm, maybe I really should give Tree with Deep Roots a chance and finally get to Man of Honor.
Meanwhile, I've been watching the second season of Boardwalk Empire with Mr. Mousie (I don't post about it much because I get all the discussion I want with him, but it's my favorite airing show) and checking out the pilot for Revenge - not bad, if possibly a bit too OC-with-vengeance so far to really make me rabid. Also has this:
Mmmm. Kyle, you've grown up nice.
But what I've mainly been doing, was rereading Paullina Simons' WW2 trilogy - The Bronze Horseman, Tatiana and Alexander and The Summer Garden. I think Tatiana and Alexander are my favorite literary OTP of all time, with the exception of Lymond and Philippa from Dunnett's Lymond Chronicles. Those books are so gorgeous and emotional, they make me want to both weep and roll around like a puppy in glee. I mean, see this:
Alexander moved her off him, laid her down, was over her, was pressed into her, crushing her. Anthony was right there, he didn't care, he was trying to inhale her, trying to absorb her into himself. "All this time you were stepping out in front of me, Tatiana," he said. "Now I finally understand. You hid me on Bethel Island for eight months. For two years you hid me and deceived me - to save me. I am such an idiot," he whispered. "Wretch or not, ravaged or not, in a carapace or not, there you still were, stepping out for me, showing the mute mangled stranger your brave and indifferent face."
Her eyes closed, her arms tightened around his neck. "That stranger is my life," she whispered. They crawled away from Anthony, from their only bed, onto a blanket on the floor, barricading themselves behind the table and chairs. "You left our boy to go find me, and this is what you found..." Alexander whispered, on top of her, pushing inside her, searching for peace.
Crying out underneath him, Tatiana clutched his shoulders.
"This is what you brought back from Sachsenhausen." his movement was tense, deep, needful. Oh God. Now there was comfort. "You thought you were bringing back him, but Tania, you brought back me."
"Shura...you'll have to do..." Her fingers were clamped into his scars.
"In you," said Alexander, lowering his lips to her parted mouth and cleaving their flesh, "are the answers to all things."
All the rivers flowed into the sea and still the sea was not full.
Written for me. Just for me.
So yeah, dramas don't really satisfy after that.
Meanwhile, I've been watching the second season of Boardwalk Empire with Mr. Mousie (I don't post about it much because I get all the discussion I want with him, but it's my favorite airing show) and checking out the pilot for Revenge - not bad, if possibly a bit too OC-with-vengeance so far to really make me rabid. Also has this:
Mmmm. Kyle, you've grown up nice.
But what I've mainly been doing, was rereading Paullina Simons' WW2 trilogy - The Bronze Horseman, Tatiana and Alexander and The Summer Garden. I think Tatiana and Alexander are my favorite literary OTP of all time, with the exception of Lymond and Philippa from Dunnett's Lymond Chronicles. Those books are so gorgeous and emotional, they make me want to both weep and roll around like a puppy in glee. I mean, see this:
Alexander moved her off him, laid her down, was over her, was pressed into her, crushing her. Anthony was right there, he didn't care, he was trying to inhale her, trying to absorb her into himself. "All this time you were stepping out in front of me, Tatiana," he said. "Now I finally understand. You hid me on Bethel Island for eight months. For two years you hid me and deceived me - to save me. I am such an idiot," he whispered. "Wretch or not, ravaged or not, in a carapace or not, there you still were, stepping out for me, showing the mute mangled stranger your brave and indifferent face."
Her eyes closed, her arms tightened around his neck. "That stranger is my life," she whispered. They crawled away from Anthony, from their only bed, onto a blanket on the floor, barricading themselves behind the table and chairs. "You left our boy to go find me, and this is what you found..." Alexander whispered, on top of her, pushing inside her, searching for peace.
Crying out underneath him, Tatiana clutched his shoulders.
"This is what you brought back from Sachsenhausen." his movement was tense, deep, needful. Oh God. Now there was comfort. "You thought you were bringing back him, but Tania, you brought back me."
"Shura...you'll have to do..." Her fingers were clamped into his scars.
"In you," said Alexander, lowering his lips to her parted mouth and cleaving their flesh, "are the answers to all things."
All the rivers flowed into the sea and still the sea was not full.
Written for me. Just for me.
So yeah, dramas don't really satisfy after that.