LET’S TALK ABOUT -FOR ME- THE MOST IMPORTANT ISSUE IN THIS ANIME.
STAMMI VICINO LYRICS
SPOILERS ALERT- for the few human beings left that haven’t seen the entire anime yet…
YES, THE SONG VICTOR CHOSE FOR HIS LAST FREE PROGRAM, THE ONE YURI COPIED.( yes, and the one they skated in duet at the season finale, but that version is different, we will get there later….
I’VE SEEN FEW ANALYSIS AND COMMETS ABOUT IT ,BUT SINCE I’M USE TO HEAR AND READ OPERA LYRICS AND I’M A LITTLE OLDER THAN THE MEDIA FANDOM I THINK I’M GONNA GIVE MY INSIGHTS. YOU ALL NEED TO PAY ATTENTION TO THIS SONG LYRICS BECAUSE I HAD CRIED RIVERS FOR DAYS WHILE LISTEN TO THE BEAUTIFUL MUSIC WITH THE WHOLE MEANINGS THESE LYRICS STRIKE ME.
First time i hear it it sounded pretty familiar, when I saw the lyrics I swear i have heard something similar in an ópera but I can’t find it I don’t know, maybe the author ( WHO IS HE/SHE? I NEED TO KNOW!!! ) was inspired by some.
TUMBLR IS GIVING HEADAGES WITH THE POST ……i think I’ll have to split this post in two parts OR MORE … SO ..First
MY RECCOUNT OF HAPPENINGS ( IN ORDER OF TIMELINE:
It woud be useful to know when was the first time Victuri crossed looks, or did a sporty salute- handshake or whatever, since Yuri says in ep 2- when Victor invades his room LOL…:
or more like when was the first time Victor landed eyes on Yuri?, like noticing him ,perhaps his performances caught his attention even before Sochi Grand Prix? ( and thought: uh,who’s this cute sexy hottie? ^m^) as in “ this guy is feeling it in a way….” I don’t know maybe is all visual, but on Arts this things are very sensorial, words can’t explain…. and let’s not forget in ep 12 we find out Yurio was also checking Yuri’s performance at Sochi GP:
which make me think about Victor maybe telling him to check him?, as what Yurio might be lacking at the moment- the non so-technical routine and how to feel the music?
Ok back to Victuri. So I guess when the conmemorative photo incident happened is when Victor realized “Oh is the cute japanese, i want a photo” and after Yuri goes away I guess he felt assault by a strange feeling for 2 reasons : first he’s hurt because LET’S BE HONEST, WHO ON EARTH WOULD EVER REJECT VICTORUUU!! I guess that was a first for Vic. And second he kinda felt bad for Yuri losing the competition , which is also probably a first and unkown feeling for him, since he has never experienced this himself before ( his bigger lose would be Silver medal…HA! and this face tells me TONS OF A CERTAIN CONNECTION ( I’ll be using this key word a lot….:
Oooh that sounds awesome! I think it would be easier to do the two skating outfits maybe? Since they’re roughly the same shape. I would get a yuri charm for sure :D
Yeah, I was thinking that too about the silhouette… but I think I’m gonna have to mess around with the silhouette regardless since Yuuri’s skating outfits have kind of different shapes. :o I do like the skating outfit theme, though, so it’s kind of what I’m leaning towards haha.
And I’m glad you’re interested!! ;u;/ I’m planning on putting them up for pre-order once I finish drawing, but that probably won’t be for a while.
Last night Cheryna made crepes, I made wonderful strawberry sauce/jelly and potato leek soup. Pregamed with the ladies, busted every move at Ships in the Night, came home for a little romancing. Life is grand. Then we’re laughing together real hard gettin into our jammies, and in the darkness my face comes down while her dome is on the rise and CLONK- we have bashed our noggins together with a thunderous force. Our craniums bounce off each other and our torsos fly apart, and there’s the initial shocked “uuuh… (inhale through teeth) ahhhhh… shiiiiiit…” I gingerly cupped my right eye, the point of impact, to feel the instantly rising puff; immediately we’re crawling towards each other “are you okay?” "are you okay?“ "I think I’m okay.” “are you okay?” this goes on for a while. I’m laughing out of pain (and bc it was funny), and Cherii laugh/cries while I grab Ibuprofen and ice packs. “Oh wow.. Oh wow what have we done?” Well I’ll tell you. My right eyebrow bone cracked right into the left side of her head. Tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum over here got to fall asleep awkwardly on our backs, keeping our respective lumps off the pillow, and cradling our ice packs. I woke up giggling a bit over how dumb the whole scene was, and we reassessed each other’s owwies. Hers is tender but has gone down, mine’s started to purple up nicely around my eye, and I can see my puffy eyebrow throwin shade over the right side of my face. She’s at work (poor soul) and I’m being pajama productive at home, icing this eye. Forever tackling and wrestling and knocking ourselves together.