Just Remembered When My Childhood Friend And I In High School Would Start Bickering Like Siblings And

i NEED to sit by the SEA and FORGET that i’m ALIVE

Seimei | Shigeru Umebayashi (梅林茂)

Onmyoji I and II OST

In the past couple of months I have become an ardent fan of the figure skater Yuzuru Hanyu for numerous reasons. I admire his courage in the face of unimaginable pressure as an athlete, but above all, his ability to make the sport an art form in itself always renders me speechless. Of his routines, his free skate from last season with which he smashed the world records again and again (x, x) is still my favourite. 

The music, of course, is a huge part of why the program is so critically acclaimed. It is a medley of soundtracks from the movies Onmyoji and Onmyoji II. It is a glorious mix of grandeur and tranquility, and Yuzuru’s elegant but powerful interpretation of the music just gets the blood pumping (check out this step sequence to bless your eyes). The percussion-heavy section which features the song Rambling God (荒ぶる神) is my favourite.

I have spent weeks hunting down the individual soundtracks because they are not easy to find without knowing Japanese, but I finally found them here! In the process I also found a whole treasure trove of other songs from the prolific composer Shigeru Umebayashi, and all his works are treasures.

Have a listen!

- S

Knives produced by Japanese blacksmith Akira Yamashita in the shapes of Sperm Whale, Minke Whale, Fin Whale, and Bryde Whale (from top to bottom)

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“I thought you said you weren’t going to get tired of me.”

“Who says I’m tired of you?” Will scoffs and glances at the suddenly very interesting floor. Hannibal glances up just as Will tips backward against the doorway and shoves his hands into his pockets.

“Well then what do you call it?”

“I call it being busy,” Hannibal replies, eyes once again on his book.

“That’s not even work.”

“Not everything is.”

“Then what do you call me?” At that, Hannibal lets the book snap shut and turns in his chair to face Will. Will is more than a little irritated that Hannibal looks like the subject of a painting sitting there, arm resting gently against the side of the chair, intense gaze on him.

“I call you, a specimen.” Will blinks. He’s not sure what he expected.

“I’m sorry, a—”

“A specimen.”

英彦−☆

what's so fascinating about jopping is that it starts out with this massive instrumental and then the first words are I don't even care