Mä näin viime yönä unta jossa oli tullut uusi Monty Python- leffa joka siis oli MP versio jostain jo olemassa olevasta klassikosta. Unessa aattelin et nyt pitää kyllä herätä ja kirjottaa ylös tämä kun on niin hauska juttu. En sitten kuitenkaan herännyt ja aamulla en tietenkään muistanut mikä leffa oli kyseessä. Kunnes kävelin kotiin työhuoneelta tihkusateessa ja muistin.
So help me I WILL create an English-speaking fanbase for Tuntematon sotilas, THEREFORE I have decided to start posting a 200 word drabble a week in order to lure in my victims. (I mean to start this two weeks ago but I didn't get my shit together so oops) If you are my friend and would like to watch the 2017 film hmu for a link (please) 👀
Men Don't Cry
Pairing: Koskela/Hietanen
Rating: G
Warnings: Major Character Death
Finnish men don't cry.
Finnish men don't talk about their feelings without the numbing help of alcohol and the safety of four rough-hewn walls either, but Ville and Urho moved beyond the usual bounds of male friendship long ago.
Urho cried when Ville was reassigned to Kariluoto's command. He cried when the order came to retreat. He cried when—no, he didn't cry when the shrapnel ripped through his eyes. He couldn't.
Ville has never been emotionally expressive. Not like Urho, who struggled to present himself as gruffly and stoically as a man should, Urho to whom crying was a natural expression of feeling. For Ville, simply being open and honest with Urho was all the release necessary to keep from going craz in the midst of everything. No saunas, no alcohol, just Urho and Ville in quiet moments together, understanding each other like no one else.
"He was a good man."
Rokka; a bracing hand on Ville's shoulder. His wedding ring is a heavy, solid reminder of what Ville has lost.
Urho was a good man—but not to Ville, nor Ville to him. They were more than that to each other.