It's amazing really how fast things can creep over a person without one realizing. I don't know if I've posted here before about how easily I get re-addicted/addicted to things but this is no different. Somewhere along the line of all the fillers (yes, I know that it was no where near as many as in Naruto, but it was still enough to make me not want to watch the series anymore), I lost interest in D. Gray-man. I think I even let the manga trail off because of something that happened in one of the chapters, but since I do not wish to post spoilers and that was not my point to this journal, I won't say anything more about that topic. After Christmas, I suddenly had the urge to watch them again or to just see where the anime had taken itself. I was so happy to learn that it was back on track with the manga and proceeding somewhat promisingly. So what do I do? Re-download all the episodes that I originally had since I couldn't find them anywhere I looked and download the rest of the series and the manga chapters that I'm missing. It only took one little thing to convince me that D. Gray-man was back in my good books and here I go all addicted again. Unfortunately, that was not my main point for the post either.

It kind of saddens me to think how honestly easy it is to catch my interest and make me fall in love with something all over again. The current subject of my affection had retreated to the back of my mind where it was more than content to stay because at least it had a spot in my memory where so many others do not. On top of that, it would peak its little (okay, it's not so little...) head up every now and then to influence one of my story ideas, but I could never quite remember enough about where it had come from. Until a few days ago. Doing the morning internet ritual never really piqued my interest for quite a while. Sure, I love deviantArt for all the creativity that I get to see, but lately it's been more of a gong show than an art community and I don't really get much joy out of it as I used to. That is, until the twenty-ninth of January. It was at the top of my deviation inbox, lounging in the window seat, looking as cocky and demanding as the original. I stared at the little thumbnail for a while, trying to place everything whizzing through my head before clicking on it for curiosity's sake. It was a good drawing and that was enough for me to look at it, but I pushed on and read the artist's comment. This would be about the time that my mind got catapulted almost twenty years back and I made a whole bunch of inarticulate noises in an emotion I've yet to identify. Sitting so casually on that window sill was the artist's rendition of what Jareth from Labyrinth looked like in her mind. For those of you who don't know the Labyrinth, I suggest it for a watch so long as you keep in mind that it was made in 1986. That aside, I went on a search through deviantArt for more Jareth artwork, found so many wonderful pieces, the fan-club, the fanfiction. God, the fanfiction. I haven't read any that have been enough to turn me off of the movie (I read one that was one hell of a twisty deal though and makes me never want to deal with the Goblin King) so I've plunged on. I'm looking for the movie because honestly I should own it and I'm bound and determined to have it. I've scoured deviantArt for those that seem to draw Labyrinth art work quite regularly and I'm sure they're wondering just who the hell is showing up at their page several times in a day (...if not in one hour...), but I've been addicted and now I'm not going to be able to get my fill.

Sad, really, how it only takes one drawing (which was added to my favourites very suddenly and stayed in my inbox for over a day which is a feat in itself) to get me all googly-eyed and fangirl over something I've barely spared any thoughts over in the past few years. ...Except the room with all the stairs. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to forget all those stairs....