it is now becoming clear to me that everything i say about hp from now on will be a spoiler. uh. this means everything will have to go behind a cut tag for um... a month? or two? or what? not sure.
( anyway. spoilery discussion of the possibilities for post-ootp h/d fluff. er. or the lack thereof. )
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EDIT - wah. i feel bad about seeing everything in life but especially fiction as a fairy-tale-- i can't help it, i've been obsessed with fairy-tales since i could read. it's hard to go around and pretend to have a brain and still look at all the ugliness and hopelessness of existence and say, "well, it's not so bad, there's a light at the end of the tunnel". because obviously, it -is- that bad. it is, i know that. if i said it wasn't, i'd be stupid. i'm aware people cheat, lie, steal, hurt, fear, and destroy each other. i know it's unlikely to change, and i know we all die alone and most often we all live out our lives alone.
love, to many people, is just something they read about in a book, something they don't really believe in except in fiction, something they think intelligence can disprove and a long hard look at the facts will break down.
many, many people have argued for why light and hope and love aren't four-letter words, why you can keep in touch with reality and still think there's something -else- out there, something brighter inside us than is readily apparent a lot of the time. i can't logically prove it very easily. i can't say, look, this action, this book, this piece of art, this character proves there's such a thing as love and hope in the world and in human beings. all i can say is-- i see it, and i believe in it, and i don't -think- i'm so weak and limited in my imagination-- i know i am. i -know- i'm deluded and only human and selfish and small in the scope of things. all i do is dream. in the end, that's all i -want- to do, and that's not positive or good or sane, but... i can't bear to stop, that's all.
and i firmly think, based on everything i know of the heroic journey as a literary convention (and the books have been following it rather closely so far), and my own experience of fairy-tales (which is considerable), that the person jkr means to redeem isn't draco at all, but rather harry.
but then, this is all theoretical, and we'll just see, at the end of book 7, i guess~:)
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in other news, i adore
nefeleo's draco trilogy h/d so much i'm -still- faint with it. there are no words. in the end, it doesn't matter -what- the emotion is in a piece of art or fiction, as long as it's -strong-, and i can believe in it.... all in all, it's rather funny i ever come close to having a reputation for being analytical, really. i just want my mind to be blown away.
( anyway. spoilery discussion of the possibilities for post-ootp h/d fluff. er. or the lack thereof. )
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EDIT - wah. i feel bad about seeing everything in life but especially fiction as a fairy-tale-- i can't help it, i've been obsessed with fairy-tales since i could read. it's hard to go around and pretend to have a brain and still look at all the ugliness and hopelessness of existence and say, "well, it's not so bad, there's a light at the end of the tunnel". because obviously, it -is- that bad. it is, i know that. if i said it wasn't, i'd be stupid. i'm aware people cheat, lie, steal, hurt, fear, and destroy each other. i know it's unlikely to change, and i know we all die alone and most often we all live out our lives alone.
love, to many people, is just something they read about in a book, something they don't really believe in except in fiction, something they think intelligence can disprove and a long hard look at the facts will break down.
many, many people have argued for why light and hope and love aren't four-letter words, why you can keep in touch with reality and still think there's something -else- out there, something brighter inside us than is readily apparent a lot of the time. i can't logically prove it very easily. i can't say, look, this action, this book, this piece of art, this character proves there's such a thing as love and hope in the world and in human beings. all i can say is-- i see it, and i believe in it, and i don't -think- i'm so weak and limited in my imagination-- i know i am. i -know- i'm deluded and only human and selfish and small in the scope of things. all i do is dream. in the end, that's all i -want- to do, and that's not positive or good or sane, but... i can't bear to stop, that's all.
and i firmly think, based on everything i know of the heroic journey as a literary convention (and the books have been following it rather closely so far), and my own experience of fairy-tales (which is considerable), that the person jkr means to redeem isn't draco at all, but rather harry.
but then, this is all theoretical, and we'll just see, at the end of book 7, i guess~:)
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in other news, i adore