~~ if love was a slytherin.... it would be a twisted bitch, now wouldn't it. mmm, that's the way i l

i think what prevents me from taking myself seriously (something that has been pointed to as an issue), is just-- my awareness that most of the time, i say things without thinking-- things i -know- aren't true. not to lie, but just because i'm babbling and it's easier not to think, and my default is naive and embarrassing often enough. i know some things aren't real, but refuse to admit to them.
    "true love overcomes all obstacles."
    in a way, it's embarrassing to say things like that-- to admit you take them seriously. i'm not eight years old. i see the way the world works. i see how often things fail-- people fail-- ideals fail. almost nothing lasts forever, and what -does- outlast us is often a product of circumstance and luck.
    but my criteria for love-stories aren't really swamped in the need for realism. more like swamped in the hope for possibilities for passionate transcendence.

the most believable scenario (i'll admit) for harry & draco's relationship (once established) is to fade away in the unpretty glare of continued mundanity and monogamy and the everyday boredom of just existing together, knowing each other too well. almost no one writes them well (except ivy<333) in a happy, established relationship, and i'm sure there's a reason. if they -are-, usually there's betrayal and infidelity and even a lack of chemistry.
    i'm thinking mostly of tillytilly's and poetic_licence's and hackthis' fics at the moment. i wrote `what follows', trying to combat this idea that what will eventually destroy them is complacency, but it's hard to really fight it. it makes sense-- they're enemies, they most likely came together in a rush of adrenaline and feverish need, a frenzy of competition and viciousness. it was them against each other and them against the world and it was all suffused with fear and anger and a large helping of lust.

and then, when the dust settles-- when the adrenaline leaks away-- surely, they would blink at each other and wonder what they're doing together? surely they would lose the impetus to keep going. if what bound them was adrenaline and anger, if that went away, of course things would fall apart. mundane familiarity is the kiss of death for this pairing, after all.
    except that's not why i ship them. and it's not that i'm the eternal optimist of h/d, it's just not how i see them.
    i think it's not about true love overcoming all obstacles. it's about a different definition of love-- a different concept of what they feel for each other.

love doesn't overcome anything-- it renders things irrelevant, but not because of its strength and courage and fighting spirit. their love isn't a gryffindor. their love is a slytherin.

    ( ...cunning and ambitious? ahahahah. gahd, my metaphors suck -.- )

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the weird thing is realizing that it's not -concepts- one doesn't like in stories, not even necessarily even styles of execution of those concepts, all the time-- it's just what one thinks about the -why- of it all. why the writer has written what they did, the way they did. it's hard not to have a feeling about it. that seems to be the real culprit.

    ( man, going on about this is all a waste of time, isn't it. sigh. oh well. )

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( lasair asked for suggestions of music to write h/d fics to, and you know. i can't resist making a list [and flaunting my oh-so-l33t music tastes, ahahaha] )

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my favorite quotable quote in days, from f_w of course:

If I wanted to be snooty, I'd say that the problem stems from the fact that HP attracts the wannabe elitists that can't hack elvish history.

hee! hee! as a proud wannabe hack, i am pleased >:D