#pienie makes things

[pieniebootekent]

Used my own fanfic as a bookbinding test! :D I want to get into fanbinding (binding fanfictions into books), but I had never properly bound something from scratch before. The biggest challenge was getting the printer in the correct setting, but now that I have it figured out, I think I'll be doing this more often.

[mehilaiselokuva]

finnish is such a banger language when it comes to its words like. they just knew what they were doing when they came up with stuff. pieni DOES infact evoke small vibes. pikku evokes even SMALLER vibes. a cat is indeed a kissa. velho and noita have such a wonderful ring to them both. sure dragons being literally called "salmon-snake" is bizarre but 1: lohikäärme sounds badass and 2: it does make sense when you dig into the history behind it

also highly specific but i love "piparkakku" such a whimsical word for gingersnaps...

exactly!

löllö and mössö both sound like the things they represent. so do kakka and pissa. I love words like this

[toasttt11]

plants

October 10, 2022

Livia had been living with Roope for about a month now and was getting used to be away from her family and not having any of her friends on the team but she’s been getting closer to everyone on the team.

Roope had actually enjoyed having Livia live with him, he’s never offered for a rookie to live with him before always liking his own space but the coach actually suggested that Livia would do good with Roope and when he found out she is pretty quiet he agreed.

Roope had been teaching Livia some Finnish and she has been picking it up quite quickly and she really likes trying all of his home dishes.

Roope noticed that Livia hadn’t put up much in her room besides a few pictures frames on her nightstand and wall and he wanted her to be comfortable.

Roope spilt off from Livia when they got to the Arena for their last practice before the season starts and he headed to the media room. He knocked on the already open door.

Morgan the main media worker and the head of the whole team looked up and smiled teasingly when she noticed it was Roope, “Roope are you willingly in the media room?” Morgan had been working for the Stars for years now and the players are always more willingly to work with her.

“Did you pick the question today?” Roope questioned her. Morgan always has a question for them at the start of the week.

“No, why?” Morgan shook her head looking at him in question.

“I’ve got one.” Roope shrugged and told her the question making her nod and write it down onto the whiteboard, Roope left the media room and headed back to the locker room and got ready for practice.

Livia walked out of the locker room holding her two hockey sticks and saw Morgan holding a sign for the question of the day.

Livia smiled and read the question, “If you could pick one thing to always have in your room, what would it be.”

“Oh!” Livia’s face lite up and she giggled softly, “Plants, i love plants.” Livia gave the camera a shy smile before continuing her walk to the rink.

Roope had waited ahead so he could hear her answer and he nodded to himself having an idea of what to get Livia.

October 13, 2021

Livia walked through the apartment after a long day and waved to Roope as they had ate dinner already and she was gonna FaceTime Wyatt and Luke and go to bed.

She opened her door to her room and gasped slightly and she felt a smile spread across her face as she looked around her room, Covered in so many different plants, multiple on her shelf’s, nightstand, the dresser, her desk, standing plants as well and a few hanging from the ceiling.

“Oh my.” Livia quietly whispered as she gently touched one of the plants.

“I thought it would make it more at home.” Roope told her as he leaned against her doorway and smiled slightly seeing her so happy, he remembered when he left home how homesick he got and how many care packages his mom sent for him, he didn’t want Livia to feel homesick and wanted her to enjoy her rookie year.

Livia brightly smiled and turned around walking over to Roope and softly hugged him, “Thank you.” Livia appreciated how nice Roope has been to her and was grateful to stay with him.

“You are welcome pieni kukka.” Roope smiled softly and hugged her back, He’s been calling her little flower in Finnish since he met her.

“I know we are out of town a lot so i got these.” Roope told her as showed her the boxes that were on her desk, watering system that she can control from her phone so she can take care of her plants on the road.

Livia smiled wider and gently picked one of the boxes up.

[lunamagicablu]

Goditi la giornata, non lasciarla finire senza crescere un po’. Senza essere stato felice, senza aver nutrito i tuoi sogni. Non essere sopraffatto dallo scoraggiamento. Non permettere a nessuno di negarti il diritto di esprimerti, il che è quasi un dovere. Non abbandonare il tuo entusiasmo per rendere la tua vita straordinaria. Non mancare di credere che le parole e la poesia possano cambiare il mondo. Perché qualunque cosa accada, la nostra essenza rimarrà intatta. Siamo esseri umani pieni di passioni. La vita è deserto e oasi. Ci abbatte, ci fa male, ci insegna, ci rende protagonisti della nostra storia. Anche se il vento soffia contro, con un potente lavoro continuo è possibile cambiare una stanza. Non smettere mai di sognare, perché solo nei sogni l’uomo può essere libero. Non cadere per il peggiore degli errori: il silenzio. La maggior parte delle persone vive in un silenzio terribile. Non rassegnarti e non fuggire. Valorizza la bellezza delle cose semplici, se riesci a fare belle poesie, su piccole cose. Non attirare le tue convinzioni. Tutti abbiamo bisogno di essere accettati, ma non possiamo remare contro noi stessi. Goditi il panico che ti fa avere una vita. Prova a viverlo intensamente senza mediocrità. Pensa a te stesso come futuro e affronta il compito con orgoglio e senza paura. Impara dalle esperienze di coloro che hanno vissuto prima di te e possono insegnarti. Non permettere che la vita passi senza aver vissuto. Walt Whitman ******************** Enjoy the day, don't let it end without growing a little. Without having been happy, without having nourished your dreams. Don't be overwhelmed by discouragement. Don't let anyone deny you the right to express yourself, which is almost a duty. Don't abandon your enthusiasm to make your life extraordinary. Don't fail to believe that words and poetry can change the world. Because whatever happens, our essence will remain intact. We are human beings full of passions. Life is desert and oasis. It knocks us down, it hurts us, it teaches us, makes us protagonists of our own story. Even if the wind blows against, with a powerful continuous work it is possible to change a room. Never stop dreaming, because only in dreams can man be free. Don't fall for the worst of mistakes: silence. Most people live in a terrible silence. Don't give up and don't run away. Value the beauty of simple things, if you can make beautiful poems, about small things. Do not attract your beliefs. We all need to be accepted, but we cannot row against ourselves. Enjoy the panic that makes you have a life. Try to live it intensely without mediocrity. Think of yourself as the future and face the task with pride and without fear. Learn from the experiences of those who have lived before you and can teach you. Do not let life pass without having lived. Walt Whitman 

[tiikerikani]

One can expect that judges at a traditional scale model show have different criteria and taste than those at a tabletop gaming-centered event.

I brought some of my stuff to Ihmeellinen Pieni Maailma, which is an annual scale model show (though they had it twice this year, the other time was part of the Children's Expo). It's broader stuff like your usual plastic models and railroads and RC vehicles and dollhouses and Lego, quite family-friendly. You get in for free if you are bringing something for display, so why not.

As you might expect from a traditional plastic modelling perspective, most entries were military and/or vehicles of some kind. There were only 2 tables of individual fantasy/wargames figures (and a couple of gundams) and too many (overlapping) categories for them. Somebody tell them to reconsider the categories next time. This lead to them being pretty generous with the awards. Which is fine for a casual (and really small (pun intended)) event like this.

Personally I took "fantasy figures" as pieces intended for standalone display (like my sorceress, or pieces with fancy plinths and backdrops) and "gaming figures" as miniatures done up in a way more like for practical use in a tabletop game (like my dog/wolf, with simpler basing and/or no especially fragile parts).

Some of the pieces I'd seen before at Ropecon (either this year or the last). And just to prove my point about people at different kinds of events having different criteria and taste, these judges liked my sorceress figure more than the piece that won Small Figure Best in Category (i.e. the most competitive category) at Ropecon this year. (Top center in the first photo, below the tank.) That said, theirs really needed to be viewed against a dark background to fully appreciate, I think. /shrug

I might take it to Ropecon next year but probably wouldn't compete outside Beginners, I dunno.

In conclusion: Fantasy miniature (display) painting culture is weird(ly obsessed with perfectionism), and there's something to be said about crossover appeal.

P.S. Another thing is that the entry cards have a space to write a description or add info; this makes a lot of sense for historical models where you want to say something about the context. It's something I'd love to see for fantasy models too, but you don't want to enable people writing their entire OC backstory in that space.

[max--phillips]

I cannot even begin to explain how attracted to this woman I am simply because she knows how to cook & what she cooks is Italian food. @/lasalsicciaciociara on tiktok. (Unfortunately for me being attracted to her, she is married with kids.)

The text that comes up on screen isn’t up very long so here they are:

It was so old I forgot it in the fridge so I tried to clean it from all the old parts // Questo sedano l’avevo dimenticato in frigo vecchio l’ho pulito dalle parti vecchie e andate a male

Fennel

Black 🧄 garlic

Black garlic A chic touch

10 mins

Pay attention to the steam The enthalpy of the water in vapor phase is higher than the enthalpy of water in liquid fase so steam burns more // Fate attenzione ai vapori dell’acqua in fase vapore è più alta dell’ entalpia dell’acqua in fase liquida quindi i vapori dell’acqua ustionano di più

Chives / Erba cipollina

Sugar / salt / oil / 💕 / sale / zucchero / olio

And now cheese at home (Stracchino cheese) // I’ve learned to make it 6 years ago // Ho imparato a farlo 6 anni fa

6 lt of milk / 125 ml Whipping cream (unwhipped) / 6 teaspoons of salt / 6 gr of rennet // 6 lt di latte / 125 di panna da montare / 6 piccole sassole di sale / 6 gr di caio

34/36 Celsius

Boil muslin Everything must be clean and disinfected when you decide to make cheese at home // Quando si fa il formaggio tutto deve essere disinfettato e ben pulito bollire la mussol

Put in a warm place / 🇮🇹 / Mettilo al calduccio

After 20 mins / 🐈‍⬛ / Dopo 20 mins

Break the curd and let it rest for 10 mins / 🐷 / Rompete la cagliata e fai riposare 10 mins

Let them cool down well / 🎁 / Fate raffreddare bene

I’m telling to my little sons to pay attention, they have to know how to cook, it’s very important. One day they will be alone and I don’t have so much time, they are growing so fast, I have to prepare them to live

Don’t work the dough too much, this kind of dough must be lightly kneaded.

Make gnocchi just right before the boiling moment

You can choose, but I don’t have time, and they are so many! I simply don’t care.

My mamma uses to push them in the middle

I don’t care

I’m not crazy 🤌

‘Aho’ in my dialect means a lot of things, it depends on situation. Now… ‘No thank u’

Thank u for all the comments and love under my videos, I’m so grateful

What a nice smell

Grazie per tutti i commenti gentili e pieni di amore 😻 vi sono molto grata

For my husband

My stracchino, it’s ready // Il mio stracchino è pronto

Ciao 🇮🇹

[lallivaesterstroem]

Emil and Lalli. Stargazing. Emil tries to name all the constellations he knows. Lalli knows all of them, but listens to the Swede anyway.

ANON ILUSM FOR ASKING this is such a wonderfully sweet prompt i just had to take it the extra mile and it got away from me once again :’)) so this is waaaay too long for a ficlet LOL but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

EDIT: A BETTER VERSION OF THIS IS NOW UP ON AO3, GO GIVE IT SOME LOVE this will stay up for posterity tho<3

quick summary: Emil and Lalli meet up in a a dream. The night sky is too beautiful to ignore.

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Lalli knew the colours spilling around him as well as he knew himself. He blinked once, twice, watched the familiar forest and lake take shape, molding slowly into a place he called his own. Then came the gentle noise of water, the rustling of branches and chirping of birds, and he could smell the pine surrounding him. He could sit here in silence, look into the water, wait for a sign and hopefully receive none. And so the mage sat up, arms resting on his knees and head hung low, listening to the sounds of forest, waiting for-

Someone else was here. Not a spirit, he could feel that much, a someone.

He stood up quickly, hoping to all the gods that it was neither braid guy nor Onni- he wanted nothing more than to be alone tonight- which only left the category of ‘things that want to kill him’ open. One hand reaching for his dagger, the other pushing his fur coat away, he spun around, looking for the source of the disturbance.

Emil was standing on the shore, glowing in the speckles of light passing through the branches, confused but smiling, and the moment he saw him, the ground opened up under them.

Once the dust had settled, he found himself on a grassy cliff with a steep slope, overlooking nothing but darkness, one of thousands around the world, yet somehow still familiar. Emil was a few feet away from him, looking around frantically. It dawned on Lalli that it was probably that hill they climbed in Reykjavik, that long day in the pouring rain, but he couldn’t think clearly enough to wonder why they ended up there, why it seemed to have been split in half, why it was the dead of night. The shock still hadn’t quite worn off. Emil had never appeared in his dream before, not like this, not in his dream. They’d always end up in a place like this, in-between together. Never in his space.

When he turned to Emil again, just to make sure they were both still in one piece, his friend was looking up for some reason.

“Your dream has a sky?” he said, and it sounded less like a question aimed at Lalli and more like thinking out loud, as if he were trying to get to the bottom of a problem. 

“Of course. Everything has a sky.”

“I guess I just never thought about it before,” Emil said, still craning his neck, still in that distracted tone, his eyes wide in a strange sort of wonder. Lalli didn’t get it, really. He could see the real light-speckled veil covering the Earth any time he wished, and there was nothing special about the one appearing in dreams. The stars, glittering gold forged by the sky-smith, were now a mere image in their minds, dream-approximation, not worth dwelling on this much.

Lalli looked into the distance instead, trying to make out the shapes- houses but no lights on, a village, indiscernible layout, shifting in the darkness. He couldn’t tell if it was the Icelandic village, or his own hometown, or something else entirely, perhaps a fragment of Emil’s memory. It was like the houses were in the bottom of a murky lake, roofs submerged, waves distorting everything, and by the time it reached his eyes they were unrecognisable. He didn’t dare to peer over the edge of the cliff, didn’t want to look straight down at whatever may be there. The wind whipped around him, against his face, and for a moment he felt completely alone.

A rustle coming from behind startled him out of his thoughts- Emil, sitting down on the grass, still looking up with that smile on his lips. He said something about knowing ‘a thing or two’ about the stars, pointed upwards at nothing in particular, and Lalli decided to join him. It seemed that there was nothing to look at beyond the dark plunge beneath the cliff, which he’d already scrutinised, and the stars in the sky. He sat next to Emil. He waited.

“See that one? That’s the big dog. Those three stars are the head, and then these are the tail,” Emil gestured, eyes fixed on the night sky.

Iso koira. The easiest to spot, with the brightest star at its head. Emil’s struggle to point it out was a little pathetic and a little adorable, depending on whether Lalli was looking at his fumbling outstretched hand missing the mark or his excited expression, squinting to see better. And then he turned to look at him and that excitement was gone, replaced by a frown.

“You can’t tell where I’m pointing at from there,” he said, fake-upset, “look here.”

Emil’s face was suddenly right next to his, an arm around his shoulder and the other still pointing at the sky, and Lalli froze. Perhaps it was the unexpected touch, the closeness, but something about it made him jump. To his credit, Emil noticed, letting go and moving away, an apology already on his lips. But before he could get to it Lalli inched closer, at his own pace, wanting to say that it’s okay, just let me, hoping his expression would do the trick instead. He just needed to ease into it, and soon enough they were close once again, so Lalli looked up, pointedly avoiding Emil’s gaze, in order to urge him to do the same. Back to the stars. 

“And the little dog- huh, shouldn’t it be somewhere around…”

Pieni koira, just a little off to the side, trailing behind Orion. Kaksoset, Härkä, Yksisarvinen. The stars were his constant companions, by his side every night when no one else was. Köli, Ajomies, Virta. His gaze swept across the sky. He knew them by heart.

Not that he’d say a word of it to Emil. It was much more amusing waiting for the realisation, that moment he stops talking and lets the cogs in his head turn: hey, what if that silly Finn who spends all night outside, where the stars are, maybe knows a couple things more about them…

But this was fine too. He didn’t have to think as long as he kept talking. Emil’s hair looked grey in the moonlight but with that same shine, messy from the wind, and Lalli couldn’t help but reach up and tuck a lock behind his ear, just so that it doesn’t bother him. No other reason. Emil turned to look at him for a moment, not enough to read his expression, and then quickly looked away.

“Orion is also, ah, somewhere,” his hand was now flitting between several constellations, none of them the one he was looking for. “This sky is weird. Did you ever notice that? That the dream sky is weird. But you probably already know, because you’re… you know. And I’m so new at this. Not at dreaming! Just, this whole...”

He decided to let Emil ramble nervously until he tired himself out, ending his rant with a frustrated little groan. It was strange that he couldn’t quite focus on the sound of his voice, how he could feel that lilt all Swedes had to their words but still understand him- another peculiarity of dreams he never really noticed until he and Emil became connected like this. Then they were quiet for a couple of heartbeats, taking in the view.

The corner of Lalli’s lips twitched into a smile, as close to softness as he could get. Emil was too busy staring up at the sky to notice. Lalli was too busy looking at him to care.

But something changed moments after. He could feel it in the air, creeping in slowly. Emil’s expression turned melancholy, resigned, and when he finally spoke, he echoed a statement he made a long time ago. This time, he said it with a smile, almost sad, mostly distracted, like he didn’t know the words would come out until he said them: “Makes me not want to wake up tomorrow.”

In the resulting silence, Lalli could hear something from the depths, from the village, and when he looked down, he saw a sliver of orange in the distance, like the stroke of a brush, a splatter. Fire. Emil’s fire. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut, a pain for someone else, something tugging at his heart.

“Why? You’re safe now. You have food and shelter,” he said instead, trying to keep him occupied. Steadying his voice took more effort than he expected, but he didn’t want Emil to notice anything was amiss. It was Lalli’s fault that his dreams were no longer silly meaningless thought-leftovers that played during the night. It was Lalli’s fault he was here in the first place.

“But I’m not… like this. With you,” Emil sounded distant, and he was looking away now, not at the stars and not towards Lalli, but at the ground next to him. Like he was trying to hide his face, but didn’t want to go too far, move too much. Like he was counting the blades of grass beneath them.

Lalli knew that he probably wasn’t talking about… whatever it was that they were. He was surely talking about the feeling of safety, the freedom of dreaming- the fact that they were in it together was simply a byproduct of an accident, his own mistake, surely not something Emil looked forward to, surely-

Lalli bit his tongue. He had to force himself to say it while he still could, before the connection that kept them here crumbled again. Before he had to deal with pouring his feelings into words, then forcing those words into the confines of a language he barely spoke. The wind whistled around them and he knew this was his last chance. He put his hand on top of Emil’s, caressed it with his thumb, not quite knowing what he was doing.

“You could be, if you want to.”

And then the world was plunged into darkness and he could feel reality looming in the edges of his consciousness. He’d deal with the consequences when he woke up.

[mbcorvo-author]

Corvo’s Writober 2019 - Day 5 & 6

This is PART of a bigger thing I wrote, after what happened in yesterday’s D&D session. And I kind of wished that I always wrote everything so I could have the entire story of my character’s misadventures.

The original version of this is around 1577 words long, but since it’s more a novel-ized(?) version of what happened in a tabletop roleplaying game, I didn’t want to translate and share everything. I don’t know why, but I feel that this is a little bit personal in some ways. And also I didn’t want to spend hours on the ita-eng translation.

Since I still wanted to share something instead of jumping directly to Day 7, I decided to share only the pieces with the prompts in them and put some filler brackets for the left out parts.

The prompts I used are:

Day 5 - “I might just kiss you” from Fictober 19 prompt list by @fictober-event

Day 5 - Afterlife & Day 6 - Scorched from Writetober 2019 prompt list by @virtu-s and @elventhief 

Day 6 - “I can’t decide if this is the best, or the worst way to die” from October 2019 prompt list by @downwithwritersblock

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Title: Love is a burning thing

The enormous Troll shouted in anger and fury when that flaming spell exploded in a big flame. Two guards collapsed lifeless on the floor, burnt from the magic fire that hit also the Paladin that wasn’t able to dodge it completely, but the giant Troll was still standing and even more furious. He turned around to look at who attacked him and with a growl moved in huge strides in the big kitchen to reach the violet Tiefling, golden eyes full of pure rage and despair, that was near the door that took to the fields behind the great mansion. He roared ferally and again struck his four muscular arms trying to hit the wizard, trying maybe to grab him and rip his head off like the creature already did on the other Tiefling that decided to defend the Paladin instead of continuing to be on his side. Two hits failed, but the wizard wasn’t enough agile – or maybe not enough clear-headed – to avoid the other two hits that took his breath away and made every fibre of his body scream in pain. He staggered back few steps, trying to recover from the attacks, left index finger pointed towards the Troll that for some moments found himself wrapped in black hellish flames that burned him further and making him exhale a pained growl. “I can’t decide if this is the best, or the worst way to die” was what crossed over the mind of the Tiefling Wizard. “Burned… scorched by one of my spells”. He had only a few instants to decide how to act.

“Lhuis, it’s been a lot since last time I talked to another Tiefling” said the wizard “We know each other such a brief time, but I have to admit that I like being with you.” the tail with the double-arrow looking tip moved and wrapped itself around the right leg of the Wizard, in a common instinctive movement that for Tieflings means embarrassment or nervousness. Nervous, the one that never shied away from flirting (or, at least, trying to flirt) openly with anyone he liked. “You know… finally finding someone that gets me, that likes me the way I am. And then… I have to confess to you that I like you. A lot.” violet lips, like his complexion, parted in a smile that let show a little part of his white pointy teeth that – with the horns and tails – gave him an even more devilish look. The other Tiefling, with unusual light skin, in the meanwhile took off the half mask that he used to cover the remainings of his horns, chopped off with his tail in the past by some intolerant humans that felt extreme hate towards what they saw as half-demons. He turned towards the wizard and moved few steps to stand very close to him “Kylech, I… I might just kiss you, you know?” asked, with a sweet smile on his face. Kylech reduced more the tiny gap between them, softly taking the other’s face between his hands “And so, kiss me” murmured on his lips, taking then the first step kissing him lightly.

[Here there was another big piece of flashback about Lhuis and Kylech and about the series of unfortunate events that lead to the current situation, and Kylech's realization that Lhuis is what he searched and needed after all his travellings.]

The golden eyes of the desperate wizard were fixed in the direction of the furious Troll with the maw still stained with his lover’s blood. Only a few instants before the Troll recovered from the pain caused by the hellish flames that hit him, few moments to decide. Risking to be mauled by the enraged being, or using his strongest spell even if that the too close range would mean risking being struck by it as well?

“Lhuis, I’ll join you in the Afterlife!” shouted the Tiefling, before striking against the Troll in front of him that fireball that at the impact exploded, flaring up and burning everything that was in its proximity.

Italian under the cut!

Questo è PARTE di una cosa più grande che ho scritto, dopo quello che è successo nella sessione di ieri di D&D. E tipo mi sarebbe piaciuto aver sempre scritto tutto, così da avere l’intera storia delle disavventure del mio personaggio.

La versione originale di questo è attorno alle 1577 parole, ma dato che è una versione romanzata(?) di quello che è successo in un gioco di ruolo cartaceo, non ho voluto tradurre e condividere tutto. Non so perché, ma mi sembra che sia anche un qualcosa di un po’ personale in qualche modo. E inoltre non avevo voglia di trascorrere ore nella traduzione ita-eng.

Siccome volevo condividere comunque qualcosa invece di saltare direttamente al Day 7, ho deciso di condividere solo le parti dove ci sono gli spunti e aggiungere delle parentesi riempitive per le parti tralasciate.

Gli spunti usati sono:

Day 5 - “I might just kiss you” from Fictober 19 prompt list by @fictober-event

Day 5 - Afterlife & Day 6 - Scorched from Writetober 2019 prompt list by @virtu-s and @elventhief

Day 6 - “I can’t decide if this is the best, or the worst way to die” from October 2019 prompt list by @downwithwritersblock

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Titolo: Love is a burning thing / L’amore è una cosa che brucia

Il gigantesco Troll urlò di rabbia e ira quando quella magia infuocata esplose in una enorme fiammata. Due guardie stramazzarono a terra esanimi, bruciate dal fuoco magico che colpì anche il Paladino che non fece in tempo a scansarsi del tutto, ma il gigantesco troll era ancora in piedi e ancora più furente. Si voltò ad adocchiare chi lo aveva attaccato e con un ringhio avanzò a grandi falcate nell’ampia cucina per raggiungere il Tiefling viola, occhi dorati pieni di pura rabbia e disperazione, che si trovava in piedi nei pressi della porta che dava verso i terreni sul retro della grande magione. Ruggì bestialmente ancora una volta e fece saettare le sue quattro muscolose braccia per cercare di colpire il mago, cercare anche di afferrarlo e staccargli la testa con un morso come aveva fatto con l’altro Tiefling che aveva deciso di difendere il Paladino anziché stare dalla sua parte. Due colpi andarono a vuoto, ma il mago non era abbastanza agile – o forse non abbastanza lucido – per poter schivare gli altri due colpi che gli mozzarono il fiato e urlare di dolore ogni fibra del suo corpo. Indietreggiò di un passo, barcollando e cercando di riprendersi dai colpi, dito indice mancino che si puntò in direzione del Troll che per qualche momento si ritrovò avvolto da nere fiamme infernali che lo bruciarono ulteriormente facendolo ringhiare ancora di dolore. “Non so decidere se questo sia il migliore o il peggior modo di morire” fu quello che passò nella mente del Mago Tiefling “Ustionato...arso da un mio stesso incantesimo”. Aveva solo qualche istante per poter decidere come agire.

“Lhuis, era da parecchio tempo che non parlavo con un altro Tiefling” disse il mago “Ci conosciamo da così poco, ma devo ammettere che sto bene con te.” la coda terminante in una doppia freccia si avvolse attorno alla gamba destra del mago, in un classico istintivo movimento che nei Tiefling indica imbarazzo o nervosismo. Imbarazzato, lui che non si era mai fatto problemi a flirtare (o, almeno, tentare di flirtare) apertamente con chiunque gli piacesse. “Sai… finalmente qualcuno che mi riesce a capire, che mi apprezza per come sono. E poi...devo confessarti che mi piaci. Molto.” labbra viola come il resto della sua carnagione che si stirarono in un sorriso che lasciò intravedere la candida dentatura appuntita che – assieme a corna e coda – gli davano un’aria ancora più diabolica. L’altro Tiefling, dalla carnagione insolitamente chiara, aveva intanto posato la mezza maschera che utilizzava per nascondere quel che rimaneva delle sue corna, mozzate assieme alla sua coda molto tempo prima da umani intolleranti che provavano un odio estremo verso quelli che vedevano come mezzi demoni. Si voltò nuovamente verso il mago e mosse qualche passo fino a fermarsi vicinissimo a lui “Kylech, io… potrei baciarti, lo sai?” domandò, con un dolce sorriso sul viso. Kylech ridusse ulteriormente quella minima distanza che li separava, prendendo delicatamente il viso altrui tra le proprie mani “E allora baciami” gli sussurrò a fior di labbra, prendendo poi l’iniziativa scoccandogli un primo leggero bacio.

[Qui c’era un grande spezzone di flashback riguardo Lhuis e Kylech e sulla serie di sfortunati eventi che hanno portato alla situazione attuale, così come la realizzazione di Kylech del fatto che Lhuis è tutto quello che aveva cercato e voluto dopo tutti i suoi viaggi.]

Gli occhi dorati del disperato mago erano fissi in direzione del rabbioso Troll dalle fauci sporche del sangue del suo amato. Rimanevano pochi istanti prima che l’essere si riprendesse dal dolore causato dalle fiamme infernali con cui era stato colpito, pochi istanti in cui decidere. Rischiare di essere dilaniato a propria volta dalla creatura furente, oppure usare il proprio incantesimo più forte nonostante la distanza ravvicinata e rischiare di venirne investito a propria volta?

“Lhuis, ti raggiungo nell’Aldilà!” esclamò il Tiefling, prima di scagliare contro il Troll di fronte a lui quella palla di fuoco che all’impatto esplose divampando e investendo tutto quello che si ritrovava nelle sue vicinanze.

[goldenclosetkook]

Heh, i dont think so, if they make us vote right now the right/far right wing will win and our current minister (right wing) asked for “pieni poteri”, which means full powers (??), and that’s exactly the same thing mussolini asked for before establishing the dictatorship so yeah.. i really hope he doesn’t win and everything will turn out for the best because i don’t want the same thing that happened almost 100 years ago to happen again..

Oh shit bub, that sounds horrendous 😓 I’ve got my fingers crossed that things turn out ok! And I’ll keep an eye on the news too 🤧 I remember learning about Mussolini in school and fuck that was fucked up 😬 are there any protests happening? Or other parties who can stand in opposition?

[lily-learns-finnish]

List of ~500 words in Finnish

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I liked the idea that learning a few hundred key words as a good way to begin learning a language. I wanted to make such a list in Finnish, for an English speaker and for my own revision of the basics. I think this list is only helpful up to a point, as basic grammar is also really needed when learning Finnish, but it’s alway good to check what basic vocabulary one might be missing. Corrections welcome. 

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EXPRESSION OF POLITENESS (~ 50 words)

kyllä, ei yes, no

milloin? missä? miten? kuinka? kuinka paljon? miksi? mikä/mitä? who? whose? when? where? how? how? how much? why? what? kuka? kenen?

anteeksi, olen pahoillani excuse me, I am sorry

hyvää huomenta, terve, moi, hei, hyvää päivää, hyvää iltaa good morning, hello, hi, hi, good day, good evening

hauska tavata, mukava tavata sinut, nähdään, näkemiin, moi moi, hei hei nice to meet you, nice to meet you, see you later, good bye, bye, bye

kiitos, onnea, älä huoli, ei mitään thanks, congratulations, don’t worry, it’s nothing

NOUNS (~ 120 words)

aamu, iltapäivä, ilta, yö, kevät, kesä, syksy, talvi morning, afternoon, evening, night, spring, summer, autumn, winter

aika, minuutti, tunti, päivä, viikko, kuukausi, vuosi time, minute, hour, day,week, month, year

perhe, suku, äiti, isä, poika, tytär, sisko, veli family, family, mother, father, son, daughter, sister, brother

mies, vaimo, ystävä, poikaystävä, tyttöystävä husband, wife, friend, boyfriend, girlfriend

henkilö, ihminen, mies, nainen, poika, tyttö, lapsi person, human, man, woman, boy, girl, child

osoite, laukku, kirja, auto, vaatteet, avain, kirje, lamppu, raha address, bag, book, car, clothes, key, letter (to post), lamp, money

nimi, sanomalehti, kynä, kuva, matkalaukku, asia, lippu name, newspaper, pen, picture, suitcase, thing, ticket

paikka, maailma, maa, kaupunki, katu, tie, koulu, kauppa place, world, country, city, street, road, school, shop

talo, asunto, huone, maa, Suomi house, apartment, room, earth, Finland

onnettomuus, alku, muutos, väri, vahinko accident, beginning, change, colour, damage

hauska, puoli, apu, vitsi, matka, kieli, Englanti fun, half, help, joke, trip, language, England

uutiset, suomi, kirjain, elämä, rakkaus, virhe news, Finnish, letter (character), life, love, mistake

sivu, kipu, osa, kysymys, syy, laji, yllätys page, pain, part, question, reason, sort (type), surprise

tapa, sää, työ way (custom), weather, work

käsi, jalka, pää, silmä, suu hand, foot, head, eye, mouth

ääni, vasen, oikea, pohja, puoli voice, left, right, the bottom, the side

ilma, vesi, aurinko, leipä, ruoka, paperi, melu air, water, sun, bread, food, paper, noise

PRE/POST POSITIONS & LOCATION CASES (~ 40)

-ssa, -sta, -lla, -lle, -lta, -VVn in, from, on, onto, from on, into

mukaan, kuten, vastaan, kanssa, ilman according to, such as, against, with, without

kohti, pois, takana, edessä, vieressä, yläpuolella, alapuolella towards, away, behind, in front, beside, above, below

jälkeen, sitten, ennen, aikana, lähtien, asti after, ago, before, during, since, until

PRONOUNS (~100 words)

minä, sinä, hän, se, me, te, he I, you, he/she,  it, we, you, they

jokainen, jokin, kaikki, kumpikin/molemmat everyone, something/someone, all, both

ei kukaan, ei mikään/mitään, ei missään, ei kumpikaan no-one, nothing, nowhere, neither

tämä, tuo this, that

minun, sinun, hänen, sen, meidän, teidän, heidän my, your, his/her, its, our, your, their

kaikki, paljon, lisää/enemmän, vähän, vähemmän all, many, more, a little, less

joka, muu, toinen, sama, eri each, other, another, same, different

ADJECTIVES (~ 80 words)

musta, sininen, vihreä, punainen, valkoinen, keltainen black, blue, green, red, white, yellow

huono, hyvä, kamala, tärkeä, kiireellinen, mahdollinen, mahdoton, bad, good, terrible, important, urgent, possible, impossible

oikea, väärä, totta right, wrong, true

iso, pieni, painava, korkea, matala, kuuma, kylmä, lämmin big, small, heavy, high, low, hot, cold, warm

easy, difficult, cheap, expensive, clean, dirty, beautiful !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! helppo, vaikea, halpa, kallis, puhdas, likainen, kaunis

hauska, outo, tavallinen, kiva, nätti, ihana funny, weird, usual, nice, pretty, wonderful

tylsä, mielenkiintoinen, vaarallinen, turvallinen, lyhyt, pitkä boring, interesting, dangerous, safe, short, tall

uusi, vanha, tyyni, selvä, kuiva, märkä, nopea, hidas new, old, calm, clear, dry, wet, fast, slow

valmis, vapaa, täysi, valoisa, avoin, hiljainen, valmis, vahva, peloissaan ready, free, full, light, open, quiet, ready, strong, afraid

yksin, vihainen, tietty, iloinen, kuollut, kuuluisa, iloinen, onnellinen, sairas alone, angry, certain, cheerful, dead, famous, glad, happy, ill

kiltti, naimisissa, tyytyväinen, tyhmä, yllättynyt, väsynyt, hyvin, nuori kind, married, pleased, stupid, surprised, tired, well, young

VERBS (~ 100 words)

saapua, kysyä, olla, ostaa, aloittaa, uskoa, lainata arrive, ask, be, be able to, begin, believe, borrow

tuoda, osata, voida, muuttaa, tarkistaa, kerätä, tulla, jatkaa, itkeä bring, buy, can, change, check, collect, come, continue, cry

tehdä, pudottaa, syödä, pudota, tuntea, löytää, unohtaa, antaa do, drop, eat, fall, feel, find, forget, give

omistaa, kuulla, auttaa, pitää kiinni, toivoa, satuttaa, tietää have, hear, help, hold, hope, hurt, know

nauraa, oppia, lähteä, sallia, maata, tykätä, kuunnella, elää, asua, laugh, learn, leave, let (=allow), lie down, like, listen, live (=be alive), live (=reside)

tehdä, saada, tarkoittaa, tavata, tarvita, saada, avata, maksaa make, may (=permission), mean, meet, need, obtain, open, pay

pelata, laittaa, lukea, muistaa, sanoa, nähdä, myydä, näyttää, sulkea, laulaa play, put, read, remember, say, see, sell, show, shut, sing,

nukkua, puhua, seisoa, jäädä, pysähtyä, ehdotta, ottaa, viedä, puhua sleep, speak, stand, stay, stop, suggest, take (in hand), to take somewhere, talk

opettaa, ajatella, matkustaa, yrittää, ymmärtää, käytää, odottaa teach, think, travel, try, understand, use, wait for

kävellä, haluta, katsoa, toimia, työskennellä, huolehtia, kirjoittaa walk, want, watch, work (=operate), work, worry, write

ADVERBS (~ 60 words)

täällä, tuolla, here, there (over there)

nyt, pian, hetki, nopeasti now, soon, immediately, quickly

uudelleen, tosi pitkään, tänään, yleensä, joskus, aina again, for a long time, today, usually, sometimes, always

usein, ennen, jälkeen, alkaisin, myöhä, ei koskaan, vielä, jo, silloin often, before, after, early, late, never, still, already, then (=at that time)

eilen, huomenna, tänä yönä yesterday, tomorrow, tonight

vähän, noin, melkein, edes, täysin, tosi, tarpeeksi a little, about (=approximately), almost, at least, completely, very, enough

juuri, liian paljon, enemmän, vähemmän just, too much, more, less

myös, etenkin, vähitellen, totta kai, ainoa also, especially, gradually, of course, only

samoin, ehkä, kai, melko, niin, siksi, myös likewise, perhaps, probably, quite, so, therefore, too (=also)

valitettavasti, tosi paljon, no, ei suinkaan unfortunately, very much, well, not at all

CONJUCTIONS (~ 30 words)

ja, mutta, vai/tai, kuin, kuten, että, and, but, or, than, as/like, that, 

kun, kunnes, paitsi, eikä when, until, except, neither

niin, koska, vaikka, jos, vaan so, because, although, if, but (instead) 

[pieniebootekent]

GOTH TO GO! 🦇💋 Photoshoot with my friend

[lunamagicablu]

GLI EFFETTI COLLATERALI DELLA CONSAPEVOLEZZA.La cerchia dei vostri amici si restringerà. I soliti discorsi vi sembreranno sempre meno interessanti. Non potrete sostenere le conversazioni sul mondo che va sempre di male in peggio, sulla colpa di quel tizio, eccetera. Diventerete scomodi per i vostri amici, perché rovinerete il solito gioco.Vi sarà pesante fare il lavoro che non amate o fare ciò che non ha senso. Perciò, sceglierete o di cambiare tutto, radicalmente, o di accettare e di impegnarvi al massimo. Mancheranno i fattori che prima vi tenevano sul vostro lavoro (la necessità, la paura, l’abitudine).Anche le vostre relazioni subiranno un colpo. La maggioranza delle relazioni non sono unioni degli uguali, ma un insieme delle dipendenze e delle compensazioni.Vi sentirete soli, perché saranno tagliati i rapporti costruiti sul vuoto, sull’egoismo, sul consumismo. E questo nuovo vuoto prima vi spaventerà, ma presto si riempirà con tutte le cose vive e vere che voi avete dentro.Non potrete più ingannare voi stessi o gli altri, sentirete qualsiasi bugia interiore nelle parole, nei pensieri, nelle azioni.Capirete che la gente intorno a voi sta soffrendo. Non è la loro vita pesante che crea questa sofferenza, ma il sentore che qualcosa non va, nella vita. Se prima eravate molto occupati a vivere la vostra sofferenza, ora non ne avrete più, e perciò potrete aiutare gli altri, nei modi che riuscirete a trovare.Vi vergognerete per le vostre parole e azioni del passato, perché capirete che la fonte dei vostri problemi siete voi e non gli altri. Ma dopo che lo avrete capito, la vergogna se ne andrà e arriverà una calma interiore.Parlerete meno, perché non ci sarà più posto alle parole pronunciate per paura, per invidia, per egoismo. Non scriverete dei commenti pieni di indignazione nei social, non li sentirete importanti. Capirete che il silenzio è veramente quell’oro che prima non riuscivate a vedere.Crollerà il vostro quadro della realtà. Capirete che non esiste soltanto una vostra opinione, l’unica giusta, e tutte le altre ingiuste, ma uno spazio infinito delle varianti e delle possibilità. State vivendo quella vita che meritate, e non ne avrete altra se non diventerete responsabili di ciò che state facendo.Giorno dopo giorno, tutto ciò che è vero crescerà, si rafforzerà e metterà le radici. Non è un processo piacevole, spesso si tratta della rottura delle annose abitudini e degli stereotipi. Ma quando emergerete dalle macerie dei cliché mentali, capirete che ne valeva la pena.

MonolituM

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THE SIDE EFFECTS OF AWARENESS.

Your circle of friends will shrink. The usual speeches will seem less and less interesting. You won't be able to sustain conversations about the world always going from bad to worse, about that guy's fault, etc. You will become uncomfortable for your friends, because you will ruin the usual game.It will be hard for you to do work you don't love or do things that don't make sense. Therefore, you will choose either to change everything, radically, or to accept and give your all. The factors that previously kept you on your job (necessity, fear, habit) will be missing.Your relationships will also take a hit. Most relationships are not unions of equals, but a set of dependencies and compensations.You will feel alone, because relationships built on emptiness, selfishness and consumerism will be cut. And this new emptiness will first frighten you, but it will soon fill up with all the living and true things you have inside.You will no longer be able to deceive yourself or others, you will feel any inner lie in your words, thoughts, actions.You will understand that people around you are suffering. It is not their heavy life that creates this suffering, but the feeling that something is wrong in life. If before you were very busy living your suffering, now you will not have any more, and therefore you can help others, in the ways you can find.You will feel ashamed for your past words and actions, because you will understand that the source of your problems is you and not others. But after you realize that, the shame will go away and an inner calm will come.You will speak less, because there will no longer be room for words spoken out of fear, out of envy, out of selfishness. You won't write outrageous comments on social media, you won't feel they matter. You will understand that silence is truly that gold that you could not see before.Your picture of reality will collapse. You will understand that there is not only one opinion of yours, the only right one, and all the others unfair, but an infinite space of variations and possibilities. You are living the life you deserve, and you won't have any more unless you take responsibility for what you are doing.Day by day, all that is true will grow, grow stronger and take root. It's not a pleasant process, it often involves breaking age-old habits and stereotypes. But when you emerge from the rubble of mental clichés, you will understand that it was worth it.

MonolituM

[savturn]

A compilation of things I hope makes you smile, Pieni Susi💕

// soft, precious... Mm, yes, I approve

[taskunukkumatti]

Hmm.. 31, 47 ja 53

31. 3 random factsKaikki mun kaverit sanoo mua Sakuks mut se ei oo ees lähel mun oikeet nimee

jotku asiat on jotenki helpompi sanoo englanniks

oon just muuttamassa ekaa kertaa yksin asumaan

47. turn ons  lip biting and waist grabbing oofff 

53. 5 things that make me happy

autot, moottoripyörät, kun joku kertoo jostain mistä on tosi passionate about, kun jollain pien yrityksellä menee hyvin(niikun joku pieni kahvilabensis tai joku sen tapanen), kaverit 

kiitos kysymyksistää!

[hamjblog-uk-blog]

Vapaaehtoistyön vuosi Englannissa

Täällä sitä ollaan oltu englantilaisessa liikuntarajoitteisten lasten ja nuorten koulussa vapaaehtoisena syyskuusta 2018 saakka. Joitakin vuosia sitten en olisi uskonut asuvani vuotta Englannin maaseudulla tai työskenteleväni vapaaehtoisesti koulussa, eteenkään teini-ikäisten kanssa. Miten sitten päädyin tänne? Halusin haastaa itseni lähtemällä oman mukavuusalueeni ulkopuolelle eli tässä tapauksessa viettämällä välivuoden Suomen rajojen ulkopuolella. Elämässäni ovat aina olleet tiiviisti läsnä monikulttuurisuuteen ja kansainvälisyyteen liittyvät asiat. Aloin ensimmäistä kertaa pohtimaan välivuoden viettoa ulkomailla lukion jälkeen. Pohdin jo ennen toimintaterapian opintojani, että jos saisin toivomani opiskelupaikan, toiveenani olisi tehdä myöhemmin vapaaehtoistöitä ulkomailla. Tämä ajatus kyti useita vuosia ja lopulta loppukesä 2018 osoittautui mahdolliseksi ajankohdaksi lähteä vapaaehtoistöihin. Aloitin eri projekteihin hakemisen keväällä 2018 ja tajutessani, että hakuprosessini tulisi tapahtumaan suhteellisen lyhyellä ajanjaksolla, päätin rajata haun kohdealueeksi Euroopan.

EVS- European Voluntary Service

Eri vaihtoehtojen pohdiskelun, keskusteluiden ja googletteluiden jälkeen löysin European Voluntary Service- sivuston. Kyseessä on Euroopan komission rahoittama kansainvälinen nuorisotyön ohjelma 17-30 vuotiaille, jonka kautta on mahdollista lähteä vapaaehtoistöihin myös pidemmäksi ajanjaksoksi. Eri maa ja projektivaihtoehtoja pohdiskeltuani päädyin valitsemaan minulle tarjotun paikan Englannista. Valitsin lopulta kohdemaan ja projektin kielitaitoni ja kiinnostavuuden perusteella. Sain yhteydenottopyynnön sähköpostitse heinäkuun puolella hakemastani projektista ja sen jälkeen alkoikin tiivis hakuprosessi. Sain myös tietää, että Erasmus+ toimisi projektini rahoittajana ja lisäksi mahdollista olisi myös vahvistaa englannin kielitaitoa Erasmus+ ylläpitämällä Online Linguistic Support- sivustolla.

https://ec.europa.eu/programmes/erasmus-plus/opportunities/individuals/young-people/european-voluntary-service_fi

ICYE- UK

Inter- Cultural Youth Exchange, United Kingdom, toimii kohdemaani vastaanottavana järjestönä. Vuosittain he järjestelevät ja tukevat noin 50 vapaaehtoisen vuotta Englannissa. ICYE-UK välitti tiedon myös siitä, että tarvitsisin jonkun taustajärjestön Suomesta, jotta voisin osallistua ICYE-UK:n järjestämään vapaaehtoistyö projektiin. He ehdottivatkin yhteydenottoa suomalaiseen sisarjärjestöön eli Maailmanvaihtoon. Englantiin saapuessani osallistuin ICYE-UK:n viikon pituiselle leirille, jossa tapasin noin 40 muuta syksyllä vapaaehtoistyöjakson aloittavaa vapaaehtoista.

http://www.icye.org.uk/

Maailmanvaihto (ICYE Finland)

Maailmanvaihto toimii kotimaani lähettävänä järjestönä, johon olin yhteydessä ensimmäisen kerran elokuun puolella. Olin aikaisemmin kuullut Maailmanvaihdosta mm. Maailma kylässä- festivaaleilla. Elokuussa suuntasinkin Helsingissä sijaitsevalle toimistolle, jossa tutustuin Maailmanvaihdon toimintaan perusteellisemmin sekä kävin läpi tärkeää asioita. Mielenkiintoista oli kuulla myös, että viimeksi kohdeprojektikseni valikoituneessa Treloar Trustissa oli ollut Suomesta n. 10 vuotta sitten yksi henkilö vapaaehtoistöissä.

https://maailmanvaihto.fi/

https://www.maailmakylassa.fi/

Treloar Trust - Working For Students With Disability

Treloar Trustissa on lisäkseni EVS:n ja ICYE-UK:n kautta vuoden verran yhdeksän muuta vapaaehtoista töissä: kaksi saksalaista, espanjalainen, italialainen, itävaltalainen, tsekkiläinen, ecuadorilainen, taiwanilainen ja etelä-korealainen. Vapaaehtoisten koordinaattori (Volunteer Co-ordinator) järjesti kanssamme asioita jo ennen Englantiin saapumista ja lisäksi olemme tavanneet koordinaattoria säännöllisesti saapumisestamme saakka. Asumme omissa huoneissa yksityiskoulun alueella olevissa taloissa, joissa asuu myös muualta Euroopasta, kuten Espanjasta, Portugalista, Puolasta ja Slovakiasta tulleita työntekijöitä. Osa aikaisempien vuosien ICYE-UK:n vapaaehtoisista on jäänyt töihin Treloar Trustiin vapaaehtoisvuoden jälkeen ja muuttanut pysyvästi Englantiin.

“I really like Treloar's. If there is one thing I could change it would be to make it a forever place or stay as long as I can because it is one of the best places in the country for disabled people.

College student quoted by the Care Quality Commission (CQC)”

https://www.treloar.org.uk/

Treloar Trustissa on noin 300 oppilasta ja koulun alueella toimii noin 800 työntekijää. Koulussa on paljon mm. CP-vammaisia oppilaita, joista moni käyttää kommunikoinnin apuvälineenä mm. puhelaitetta tai ipadia. Osan oppilaista tuottaa ymmärrettävää puhetta, osa vain äänteitä. Lähes kaikilla oppilailla on liikkumisen apuvälineenä pyörä- tai sähköpyörätuoli tai tarvittaessa molemmat ja usealla on myös yksilöllinen kävely- tai seisomateline. Suurin osa oppilaiden vanhemmista tai huoltajista hakee oppilaalle rahoitusta yksityiskoulun opiskelupaikan hakemista varten.  

Myös Treloar Trust hakee jatkuvasti toiminnalleen rahoitusta, jonka näkyy koulun tasokkaissa tiloissa, välineistössä sekä koulualueen ulkopuolle suuntautuvissa opintoretkissä. Yhden rahoitusprojektin avulla koululle hankittiin pyörätuolia käyttäville erikoisbussi, joka on suunniteltu erityisesti Treloar Trustin oppilaiden tarpeita varten, bussin sivulla olevaa hissiä myöten. Uuden sponsoroidun bussin kanssa pääsimme osallistumaan Lord Mayor’s Showhun, joka järjestetään Lontoossa vuosittain, joka oli mielestäni ikimuistoinen tapa nähdä Lontoota ensimmäisiä kertoja. Ennen joulua teimme bussilla vierailun luokkani kanssa myös Lontoon Harry Potter- studioon.

College 

Olen töissä collegen yritys- ja taidepainotteisessa luokassa, jossa on kahdeksan 16-22 v. oppilasta, jotka ovat pääosin 1.-3. vuoden oppilaita. Päivä koostuu kolmesta kaksoistunnista, jonka aikana oppilaat opiskelevat yksilö- ja ryhmäohjauksessa. Luokkani henkilökuntaan kuuluu johtava opettaja sekä päivittäin oppilasmäärää vastaava määrä kouluavustajia. Oppilaat opiskelevat eri jaksoilla vaihtelevasti seuraavia aineita: englanti, matematiikka, tiimityö ja kommunikaatiotaidot, toiminnalliset taidot, yrittäminen ja työllistymistaidot,  ympäristöopinnot, eläintenhoito, taide, musiikki ja valokuvaus ja ruoanlaitto. Luokkani ylläpitää kolmea yritystä: painoyritystä, tukkukarkkien sekä kosmetiikkatuotteiden myyntiyritystä. Viikoittain harjoittelemme luokkani kanssa asiointitaitoja viereisen kylän keskustan kaupoissa ja kahvilassa. Koulun jälkeen oppilaiden on mahdollista osallistua myös valitsemiinsa kerhoihin kuten uinti, elokuva ja liikuntakerhoihin. Koulun ulkoalueilla on aistipuutarha, koripallokenttä, pieni musiikki ulkopuisto ja lisäksi suunnitteilla on mm. kasvihuone ja pieneläinalue. Oppilaat voivat käydä vapaa-ajallaan Treloar Trustin lähialuilla kuten kylän keskustassa, elokuvissa, teatterissa ja maatilan eläimiä katsomassa.

https://www.treloar.org.uk/education/college/

Terapiat sekä edistymis- ja siirtymisvaiheen tiimi

Oppilailla on tarvittaessa mm. toiminta-, fysio- ja puheterapiaa. Luokassani on myös viikoittain toiminta- ja fysioterapeutin pitämä MDT-ryhmä (Multi-Disciplinary). Ryhmän aikana keskustellaan oppilaille merkittävistä aiheista, ollaan liikuntasalissa tai kuntosalilla liikkumassa, venyttelemässä sekä rentoutumassa tai tehdään vierailukäyntejä esteettömiin urheilukeskuksiin. Oppilailla on tunteja myös soft play-, trampoliini- ja aistihuoneessa.

https://www.treloar.org.uk/education/therapies/

Toimintaterapia

https://www.treloar.org.uk/education/therapies/occupational-therapy/

Edistymis- ja siirtymisvaiheen tiimi

https://www.treloar.org.uk/education/progress-and-transition/

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The play that went wrong - Näytelmä joka meni pieleen

Ok, so, yesterday I didn't get the chance to concentrate on writing this post, but better late than never.

Let's start this account of Wednesday night from the very beginning, that is from the reading of the programme that had gone wrong. Reading it, and especially reading the programme within the programme of the play within the play, gave me some good laughs. The "previous productions" section was hilarious. I also liked the way it had been domesticated, that many of the plays that had been given the "goes wrong" treatment were actual Finnish plays to make it more relatable to the local audience.

When the time had come to make our way to the theatre, we took the bus. Yes, in some ways it would be more convenient to take our own car: less walking, and especially I would avoid the killer climb uphill, that is the last few hundred metres of the way back home. However, our wonderful city has decided to integrate a return bus ticket into theatre tickets, so it doesn't cost anything extra to take the bus to the theatre. It's better for the environment, and there's no need to search for a parking spot, which is never easy.

We got to the theatre about half an hour before the play started and paid for our interval service reservation. We were right to make the reservation beforehand, as the tables were fully booked when we got there.

The theatre lounge was festive, as is most public spaces this close to Christmas.

When we got to our seats in the second row (very good seats, by the way) there was already something going on in there. The "sound and lights guy" was going around looking for a something. And things were happening on the stage as well. Will not spoil more, but anyone going to see the play should get to their seats in good time before the official show time as not to miss anything.

A panorama of the stage before the play started. It looked quite different in the end when they were taking their bows, I can tell you that.

The whole concept of a play within a play is truly delicious. Skilled professional actors playing bad amateur thespians, the whole company setting out to convince the audience of their incompetence, and if successful actually prove the complete opposite. Not to mention the skills and ingenuity needed to build a set that malfunctions in the right way at the right time.

But that's just the concept of the play. Did it work as it should have? It certainly did. It is nice to laugh as much as I did. It is good therapy to forget all else for a while and laugh at a bunch of blundering idiots. Yet, there were moments were there was just too much happening at once, and you really didn't know where to look. Still, the one who kept forgetting his lines and using wrong words, the horrible overacting, the corpse who couldn't play dead, and the intentionally unintentional puns all made for a hilariously delightful experience. Furthermore, as actors usually drop their characters when they take their bows, this time, naturally, they all stayed in character even then. They maintained the illusion til the end.

Our seats were actually pretty perfect. In the second row we could see all their facial expressions up close, yet we were far enough not to get sprayed (will not reveal any more), at least not too much, even though some droplets might have reached my sister at one point.

What is left? The cake that went wrong, what else. It is not that clear how it actually was supposed to have gone wrong, I can only speculate. It may be that it's like a bowl that was slightly leaning and not upright, it might have been that "runny" chocolate. It wasn't very easy to eat, maybe even on purpose. It was ok, but too sweet and less of it would have sufficed, as I had a hard time swallowing the last couple of mouthfuls.

A wonderful evening, all in all. I wish there were more nights like it, but unfortunately they are a rare treat.

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En sitten löytänyt eilen sopivaa väliä missä keskittyä tämän kirjoittamiseen, mutta parempi myöhään kuin ei milloinkaan.

Aloittakaamme keskiviikon kuvaus ihan alusta, eli siitä kun luin käsiohjelmaa, joka oli mennyt pieleen. Sen, ja etenkin käsiohjelman välistä löytyvän näytelmänsisäisen näytelmän käsiohjelman, lukeminen jo nauratti. Menneet produktiot -osio oli hulvaton. Pidin myös tavasta, miten se oli kotoutettu. Sisällyttämällä valikoimaan myös kotimaisia näytelmiä, jotka nekin olivat menneet pieleen, oli siitä tehty paikalliselle yleisölle samaistuttavampi.

Kun tuli aika lähteä teatterin suuntaan, menimme bussilla. Tietyltä kannalta olisi ollut mukavampaa mennä omalla autolla, ei olisi tarvinnut kavuta tuota kotimatkan muutaman sadan metrin miitaista tappavaa ylämäkeä. Ihana kotikaupunkimme kuitenkin tarjoaa nykyisin teatterilipun hintaan sisältyvät bussimatkat, eli ei tarvitse maksaa mitään ylimääräistä, kun menee bussilla. Ei tarvitse käydä läpi sitä ainaista rumbaa, mitä parkkipaikan etsiminen lähes väistämättä on, ja onhan se ympäristöllekin ystävällisempi ratkaisu.

Olimme teatterilla noin puoli tuntia ennen näytöstä maksaaksemme väliaikatarjoilun. Oli oikea ratkaisu varata se etukäteen, sillä päästessämme paikalle oli kaikki pöydät jo varattu.

Teatterin yläaula oli juhlava joulukuusineen, niinkuin melkein mikä tahansa julkinen tila näin joulun alla.

Päästessämme paikoillemme toiseen riviin (oikein hyvät paikat olivatkin) tapahtui salissa jo jotain. Ääni- ja valomies käyskenteli etsimässä jotain, ja näyttämölläkin tapahtui pian asioita. En halua paljastaa niistä sen enempää, mutta jos aikoo mennä kyseistä näytelmää katsomaan, kannattaa siurtyä ajoissa katsomoon, ettei menettäisi mitään.

Otin näyttämöstä panoraamakuvan, ennen kuin itse näytelmä alkoi. Näytti aivan erilaiselta loppukiitosten aikana, voin paljastaa.

Koko asetelma, jossa näytelmän sisään on rakennettu näytelmä, on hyvin herkullinen. Taitavat ammattinäyttelijät näyttelemässä huonoja amatöörinäyttelijöitä, koko näyttämöhenkilöstön tarkoituksena vakuuttaa yleisö omasta taidottomuudestaan, mutta siinä onnistuessaan osoittavatkin oman taitavuutensa. Puhumattakaan taidosta ja kekseliäisyydestä mitä vaaditaan, jotta lavasteet saadaan toimimaan oikealla tavalla väärin juuri oikeaan aikaan.

Mutta tuossa on kyse vain lähtöasetelmasta ajatustasolla. Toimiko se sitten toivotulla tavalla? Ehdottomasti. Oli hyvä saada nauraa niin paljon. On terapeuttista unohtaa kaikki muu hetkeksi ja naureskella joukolle kömmähteleviä idiootteja. Tosin näytelmässä oli hetkiä, jolloin näyttämöllä tapahtui liikaa asioita yhtä aikaa, eikä oikein tiennyt minne pitäisi katsoa. Siitäkin huolimatta se vuorosanansa unohteleva ja sanoja väärinkäyttävä tyyppi, kaikki se ylinäyttely, ruumis joka ei osannut esittää kuollutta ja kaikki ne tahallisen tahattomat sanaleikit tekivät näytelmästä hulvattoman ilahduttavan kokemuksen. Kaiken kukkuraksi nyt kaikki näyttelijät pysyivät rooleissaan vielä loppukiitostenkin ajan, kun he normaalisti siinä vaiheessa yleensä riisuvat roolinsa ja kohtaavat yleisön omana itsenään. Näin he säilyttivät illuusion loppuun asti.

Istumapaikkamme olivat itse asiassa lähes täydelliset. Olimme tarpeeksi lähellä nähdäksemme näyttelijöiden ilmeet, mutta riittävän kaukana, että vältimme ainakin suurimmat roiskeet (en paljasta siitä sen enempää), siskoni päälle saattoi lentää jokunen pieni pisara yhdessä vaiheessa.

Mitäs vielä? Leivos, joka meni pieleen, tottakai. En ole aivan varma, millä tavalla sen oli ollut tarkoitus mennä pieleen, voin vain arvailla. Ehkä niin, että leivos vaikutti kulholta, joka oli vinksallaan eikä suorassa, tai kenties sen epäonnistuminen oli se valunut suklaa. Ainakin se oli todella hankala syödä, mahtoikohan olla ihan tarkoituksella. Maultaan se menetteli, mutta oli aivan liian makea. Se oli myös hieman turhan iso ja viimeiset pari suullista olivat vaikeat saada alas.

Mahtava ilta kaiken kaikkiaan. Kunpa sellaisia iltoja olisi useammin, mutta valitettavasti tuollaiset illat ovat harvinaista herkkua.