~~rec tidbits
Feb. 6th, 2003 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reenkameant to read ripperlyn's `turning up roses' ages ago. ok, weeks. 'sgood. i like the narcissa here. she's... vivid. it's always lucius, lucius, lucius, when it comes to draco "coming out" about harry. it's nice to have bitter!narcissa. it's also nice to have atmosphere and something sharp and dark and yet full of love. it manages to have them be in total head-over-heels love without being sappy (probably because the focus is mostly on others' reactions, but that can be sappy too). i don't usually like the malfoys... so often, they're taken to extremes, instead of just being human.
and, i -have- to catch up. i have this sinking feeling like the longer i don't feedback the things on my queue. the more people could start to suspect i am just ignoring their fic. which i'm not. i'm just -really- easily distracted. my mind is truly, truly a menace to itself. truly.
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i am way too monogamous. oh, i stray, my affections turn stale on some moons, and sometimes i don't know what i'm doing anymore or why i love anything, especially those things which i have always loved. but it's not a thing of continuity, it's not a thing of "this is yesterday, and this is today and tomorrow i want to be someone else." perhaps it's always changing-- and i'm not remembering so much as rediscovering the same things, all the time. how can i explain why i still get tingly and happy over the things most people would grow out of, put away, discard and go find something shinier, something that fits them. like new clothes. before i came to america, i thought it was normal to wear the same pants for a week straight, and only change the shirt-- and maybe you wear the same shirt, too. oh, you -wash- them, but why change? it works, and there aren't that many clothes to go around.
so here i am, seeing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
auntbeast's harry/draco watercolor, and i feel light as air, as if everything is new, and i love those things that aren't really specific to a character, but rather can be found anywhere-- sunlight and quiet and still, barely contained passion of color and a certain implicit destiny. and her draco makes me stare, wondering at all the things that could be said about him. and maybe i'm just me, and maybe i never change, and maybe it's just... some things give me wings, and i'm still flying.
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oh.
i got my own fanart, btw, for `little details', here~! eheheeh! some person from ff.net. wheeee~! this is like. a milestone, isn't it. funny, because i kept forgetting to mention it ^^;
you know, too busy er... trying to write smut. yah. that's it.
also, i drew ron/hermione for silvia~:) hee! truthfully, i am surprised by my r/hr shippiness, because well, i would never actually -read- r/hr het, though i may write more. and in the first movie (i keep remembering) i did like the h/hr vibes. butsqeakyclean's `vicarious', while well-written... just couldn't touch me. unlike `static', which bloody killed me. it's not just about the good writing, for me. i mean... i'm not an abstract, high-minded connoisseur of "art". i think this is what lasultrix was hinting at, the intersection of art & ethics. it's so important that a piece of art/writing touches what matters to you, makes sense to you somehow.
the authors i utterly adore combine these sensibilities-- my desire to see pure virtuosity and the need to see what matters. that's why i read genre fiction, and that's why i read fiction about particular characters in the first place. because i suppose if shakespeare wrote about britney spears & animal mutilation i might care, but...... i probably still wouldn't want to read it.
oh. and i saw an episode of `fruits basket' again last night and had to reiterate. guh. that show. that show~!!! has the BIG LOVE, dig.
and, i -have- to catch up. i have this sinking feeling like the longer i don't feedback the things on my queue. the more people could start to suspect i am just ignoring their fic. which i'm not. i'm just -really- easily distracted. my mind is truly, truly a menace to itself. truly.
~~
i am way too monogamous. oh, i stray, my affections turn stale on some moons, and sometimes i don't know what i'm doing anymore or why i love anything, especially those things which i have always loved. but it's not a thing of continuity, it's not a thing of "this is yesterday, and this is today and tomorrow i want to be someone else." perhaps it's always changing-- and i'm not remembering so much as rediscovering the same things, all the time. how can i explain why i still get tingly and happy over the things most people would grow out of, put away, discard and go find something shinier, something that fits them. like new clothes. before i came to america, i thought it was normal to wear the same pants for a week straight, and only change the shirt-- and maybe you wear the same shirt, too. oh, you -wash- them, but why change? it works, and there aren't that many clothes to go around.
so here i am, seeing
auntbeast's harry/draco watercolor, and i feel light as air, as if everything is new, and i love those things that aren't really specific to a character, but rather can be found anywhere-- sunlight and quiet and still, barely contained passion of color and a certain implicit destiny. and her draco makes me stare, wondering at all the things that could be said about him. and maybe i'm just me, and maybe i never change, and maybe it's just... some things give me wings, and i'm still flying.~~
oh.
i got my own fanart, btw, for `little details', here~! eheheeh! some person from ff.net. wheeee~! this is like. a milestone, isn't it. funny, because i kept forgetting to mention it ^^;
you know, too busy er... trying to write smut. yah. that's it.
also, i drew ron/hermione for silvia~:) hee! truthfully, i am surprised by my r/hr shippiness, because well, i would never actually -read- r/hr het, though i may write more. and in the first movie (i keep remembering) i did like the h/hr vibes. but
sqeakyclean's `vicarious', while well-written... just couldn't touch me. unlike `static', which bloody killed me. it's not just about the good writing, for me. i mean... i'm not an abstract, high-minded connoisseur of "art". i think this is what lasultrix was hinting at, the intersection of art & ethics. it's so important that a piece of art/writing touches what matters to you, makes sense to you somehow.the authors i utterly adore combine these sensibilities-- my desire to see pure virtuosity and the need to see what matters. that's why i read genre fiction, and that's why i read fiction about particular characters in the first place. because i suppose if shakespeare wrote about britney spears & animal mutilation i might care, but...... i probably still wouldn't want to read it.
oh. and i saw an episode of `fruits basket' again last night and had to reiterate. guh. that show. that show~!!! has the BIG LOVE, dig.
