Fandoms (in no particular order):
Robin Hood BBC
Once Upon a Time
Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit
Game of Thrones
The Almighty Johnsons
Rizzoli and Isles
And others, I'm sure...
(Copied much of the formatting for this intro from exlibrisfangirl, who I earnestly thank for the inspiration!)
DESCRIPTION: Your favourite fight scene or duel. Not so keen on violence? How about your favourite CSI Porthos moment where detective skills and creative thinking came in handy.
Actually, I love this man and this character in every way and every fight, but the one I enjoyed the most is the one during the contest to choose the Musketeer who will fight against a Red Guard in the challenge between both regiments (1x08 “The Challenge”). He acts so sassy in that fight and I loved it when Aramis said “The wonder of it all is he’s not even trying”, because he really wasn’t. Furthermore, the sassy giggle when he finishes the fight is great.
Yesterday, I watched a movie. It was extraordinarily sad, and I loved every minute of it. Parked follows Fred, a middle-aged man living out of his car: quite literally parked—stopped, no forward motion. Next to him in his car park is Cathal. Cathal is a dead-beat drug addict with a unique perspective on the world’s terrible beauty, which produces an uncanny wisdom. The dialogue is simple yet thought-provoking. One bit in particular caught my attention.
Cathal: Have you ever seen a leaf fall off a tree?
Cathal: Have you ever seen the actual moment when that leaf breaks from its branch?
Fred: No, I can’t say that I have.
Cathal: It’s a… It’s a beautiful thing.
When I was little, I started a habitual game that continues today. I’d always try to catch the exact moment the number changed on a digital clock. That instant the lines switched.
The instant the water boils. The first break of soil as new grass grows. The moment your best friend’s face explodes into a smile. Shooting stars, babies born, sunsets and rises, the first snowflake.
Moments. Moments that make up life and death. Moments easily lost. Life easily lost.
I watched for that number to change because even though I knew it was coming in exactly sixty seconds, it always surprised me.
These moments assure us that something—Life—is happening. Or is it death? Are we living to death or dying to live?
When I’m parked, I feel that I’m living to death. I miss those moments. I’m simply existing for the sake of existing.
Like Icarus of myth, I think I’d like to die to live.
Never regret thy fall,
O Icarus of the fearless flight
For the greatest tragedy of them all
Is never to feel the burning light.
Each of those moments is a sign of ending: moving forward. Something is past that we cannot get back; it has died. But as an observer of that moment, that instant in time, I never feel more alive.
I’ve never seen a leaf fall from a tree, but I’m certainly going to look for it.